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There were several ways in which Sabba had envisioned his journalism career going. Perhaps he would end up writing clickbait or spend the better years of his career reporting on depressing topics; he couldn't tell which was worse. However, no part of him had predicted that he would be spending Valentine's Day at a stranger's house reporting on a bizarre fetish event.

After parking his car in the driveway of the house in question, the Toyger took a moment to adjust the collar of his patterned shirt. The material was stiff at the neck and although popping a button would easily fix this, he didn't want to appear too casual.

The host was supposed to greet him at the door, but Sabba was a good twenty or so minutes late. Fortunately, he had been given directions in case something like this happened.

"Round the house, through the gate, into the garden, up the path and into the greenhouse." He whispered to himself.

Those directions brought him alongside a small flower patch before he entered the actual garden. From there at the gate, he could see the Greenhouse waiting for him; it was large enough to qualify as a glass longhouse. It took a good minute to walk over, but upon reaching the door, Sabba froze.

The instructions had said to just walk right on in, but this was not the kind of event one walked into unannounced. He curled his fingers up, reached out, hesitated, and then finally knocked on the door with a wince.

Textured, thick glass had been used to construct the lower panels making it difficult to see through. He could not tell if the shifting colours were caused by his own reflection, someone moving inside or just a plant swaying. After a few minutes had passed, Sabba knocked again. He waited a few more moments and then he went to knock once more just as the door in front of him swung open.

Standing there was an older looking lion, but (apart from his mane) age had not yet caught up to him physique wise. He still had the muscular, but somewhat slender frame of his youth and yet possessed the air of control and collectedness that older men tended to gain. His deep black mane was riddled with grey, but there was a glow to his blonde fur. At the very least, his attire helped to make him look much younger.

The lion's worn, but well-maintained, black leather boots made no noise as he shifted his weight. The rest of his lower half was covered by tight, leather pants with quite a large bulge at the crotch indicating that he wore no underwear. At least his upper half was kept decent by a t-shirt, but even that was tight enough to make it as some sort of porn.

For a moment, the lion looked the Toyger up and down before smiling wide.

"You must be the journalist! Sabba, right?" The lion extended his hand for a friendly handshake.

"Yeah! That's me! Most people just call me Seb though." He couldn't help, but awkwardly laugh as he accepted the hand. The lion had a firm, but somewhat calming grasp.

"Well it's nice to meet you, Seb. I'm Adrian, the one you were emailing. Sorry for not being outside the front to guide you in, we thought you weren't coming so we decided to get started. Don't worry, we're still getting ready mostly. That's why I was a bit slow to answer, I had to get dressed again."

"Oh that's okay! It's my fault really. I'm sorry for being late; I got lost on the way here."

"Not a problem, the roads can be a bit tricky. Anyway, shall I walk you in? Everyone is waiting."

"Uh, yes please."

With that, Adrian stepped back and allowed Sabba to step inside the Greenhouse. What he saw was more magnificent than he could have ever anticipated. There was flora of all kinds housed inside. It was a vibrant colour palette of flowers, petals and buds dotted through-out a healthy green jungle. A single cobblestone path had been carved through the controlled overgrowth.

As they wandered through it, Sabba admired the different textures of the plants, the colouration of the soil and the expertise with which they were clearly cared for. The humid temperature was surprisingly bearable, and the smell of the flowers was quite soothing. He nearly forgot why he was here, nearly.

"So, um, just as we're walking, can I get your official statement on what this event is?" Sabba asked, getting out his pen and pad.

"Well, I suppose it's a living rose garden. But living sounds too gothic. So, since everyone involved today is in some kind of relationship with another attendee, I've been referring to it as my Valentine's Rose Garden."

"And what are you planning on doing here?"

"The plan is to fist our subs until their holes are gaping, then keep going until they start budding-"

"Sorry, what's budding?" Sabba injected, scribbling notes down on his pad.

"You know red roses? The way the petals fold? Well. Assholes look a lot like that when they prolapse."

"Oh-i..." Sabba stopped right in his tracks, a look of surprise, but also curiosity came to his face.

"Ha! Should have guessed you would freak a bit. Still alright to report on it?"

"No-I mean yeah! I'm fine, it's just weird to hear it said in such a casual way. Most people I know wouldn't even say who they're sleeping with, let alone that they do this stuff."

"To be honest, most people here today wouldn't mention it outside of our spaces. Hell, a lot of people browse but don't buy when it comes to real life. You're probably friends with one or two of the people who'll get off on the photos we put up."

Sabba awkwardly laughed, rubbing the back of his head. He did not have time to reply as Adrian continued with the rest of his explanation.

"Once we have them prolapsed, we'll bring out the pumps. We'll pump their rosebud up nice and juicy then truss them up in some suspension bondage to admire our work. I went and good plenty of good quality rope, so we should be able to get some nice shibari going."

It was then they rounded the corner and came into a clearing. Sabba balked, nearly tripping over his feet. Around him he saw seven people standing in various stages of undress. Not all of them were looking at him & Adrian, but nevertheless it was awfully terrifying.

"Adrian!" An energetic voice yipped before Sabba could retreat.

There was a blur of black and orange as something threw itself at the lion, clinging to him with a hug.

"Evan! I was only gone a few minutes."

"Felt like a decade to my ass." A tiger, Evan, winked. "Is this Sabba then?"

"Yes, this is our guest. Seb, this is my husband, Evan."

"Hey! Nice to meet another feline on the scene!" Evan's hand shot out so fast that Sabba hardly had time to process it moving.

"Uh-yeah it is, hi." The Toyger nervously shook it.

The tiger looked fairly regular in a faded graphic-t and shorts composed of a material the Toyger didn't recognize. His black hair looked as if it had just been combed and there was a sly smile to his eyes. If not for the thick scent of lube and lust hanging off of him, there would be nothing to indicate that this tiger was about to get his ass fisted.

"Come say hello, you two!" Adrian whistled, beckoning towards the corner of the room.

Sabba turned his attention to two others, a beagle & a rottweiler. The beagle was nervously fiddling with a rock whilst the rottweiler was in the process of taking various sex toys out of a duffel bag. It was the rottweiler who responded first with a warm, friendly smile.

"Hey, I'm Chad." The canine said as he approached. He wrapped an arm around the beagle to bring him along. "This is my husband, Remy."

"Hey." The beagle nervously said, making eye contact for a brief second.

"Hi!" An equally nervous Seb responded.

Adrian cut straight in before the conversation could stagnate and grow awkward.

"Better get things started, wouldn't want the others to worry about why a man with a camera is here."

Adrian stepped away and into the centre of the room whilst Chad, Evan & Remy filtered off towards the bags with Sabba in tow. Two loud, commanding claps resonated through-out the room.

"Alright everyone! Gather round."

Just like that, upon hearing the lion's order, every head and body in the room turned to him.

"Since we haven't all had the pleasure of meeting each other before, we'd best introduce ourselves. Right?"

Quiet, but enthusiastic murmurs from the group sounded out around the room. Most people elected to nod or give a silent thumbs up instead.

"Alright. We'll go round the room and take turns introducing ourselves by talking a bit about our dynamics. Then a bit about how long we've been fisting or getting fisted. How's that?"

Again, they all either nodded along or responded with a brief 'sure' or 'yeah!'

"Perfect! First up then, I'll introduce our guest. He's not participating, so I won't make him join our ice breaker, but this is Sabba, everyone."

Adrian gestured over to the toyger who was half-cowering behind the muscle-bound Chad. Of course, the rottweiler stepped out of the way so the others could get a good look at him.

"Hi!" Seb squeaked, not entirely sure if he could manage to say more.

Fortunately, he was saved by Adrian.

"Seb will be coming around to interview people for an article he's writing about the fisting scene. If you're cool with it, he might take some photos. With a little luck, his article might stoke some interest and we will have new holes to wreck in time for next month's party. Make sure you say thank you on your way out, though please wipe the cum off your lips before you do."

That joke elicited one or two more laughs from the crowd.

"Alright I'll go first, better set a good example I suppose. I'm already half-dressed anyway."

As he began to introduce himself, the lion moved across to the bags. Mid-walk, he pulled off the leather gloves and tossed them to Chad.

"You all obviously know me, but I'm your host Adrian. I'm Evan's long-time husband, but in the bedroom I'm his master, owner, Sir and just about every other dominant role under the sun..."

Now the lion was removing his t-shirt, revealing a well-kept body with the slightest hint of muscle. Seb couldn't help but sheepishly take a few photos for which Adrian was happy to puff himself up for.

"I'm also a mentor to Chad, though primarily now I'm his & Remy's dominant. I think that's about as well as I can explain it without a power point."

Once the gloves and the t-shirt were off, he pulled on a pair of black, elbow length rubber gloves. Some other, less functional accessories included a leather daddy's cap and a pair of sunglasses. There was something else in his hands, but Sabba couldn't quite make it out.

"I've been fisting for as long as I can remember. It must be... gosh, 27 years now? Only started to be a consistent thing when I met Evan though."

It was then when the lion undid the flap on the front of his leather trouser allowing his shockingly long cock to pop free. Sabba gasped, but it was fortunately drowned out by the wolf whistles of a few people; Evan in particular. It looked even more impressive when a lubed up cock-ring was applied to the base of his shaft and his balls.

"There? Are you all happy now?" Adrian asked.

The crowd responded with whoops and cheers whilst Sabba contemplated whether or not he should take a photo. In the end he chose not to, but only because Evan began to speak.

"Hey! What Adrian said: I'm married to him, but I still fuck the other two. I'm _really_desperate to go back to gaping my ass, so I'll just tell you all that I've been doing this for about seven years and go get dressed!"

True to his word, Evan immediately began striping out of the clothes the moment he was done talking. The t-shirt came off and was tossed somewhere into the bushes revealing a twinkish frame that had been accessorized with nipple rings large enough to attach a chain to. He gave his body a quick stroke down the sides before whipping around. His fingers found the zipper at the back of his shorts and in the blink of an eye his bare ass was out for all to see.

As Evan bent over it became clear why they were so eager to show their ass off. A butt plug with a base wide than the wrists of most people in the room was revealed. That whistling became an uproar of gasping and cat calling, masking the click of Sabba's camera.

With a giggle, Evan moved off to the side to place the chain collar that Adrian was holding around his neck. Regarding the rest of his gear, the hood was first. He knelt down on all fours in front of Adrian then moved to a sitting position similar to what a loyal, well-trained show dog might take. As he bowed his head, Adrian brought the hood down and over. The sensation of it delighted him, his eyes smiled behind the hood.

The pup hood was made of the same material as his shorts and had a similar colour scheme. The muzzle, eyebrow and tips of the ears were all a deep, cobalt blue; the exact same shade was used for the thighs of his shorts and a stripe right down his bulge. It took a few minutes, but with Adrian's help Evan managed to get a H-Front chest harness, ankle cuffs, wrist cuffs, elbow pads, knee pads, some leather mittens to prevent the use of his hands and then finally a belt with his pup tail attached.

As they did this, Chad started to speak about his and Remy's dynamics. The rottweiler was already in a black and red jockstrap but added a matching Trojan harness and black latex gloves that ended at the elbow. Remy disappeared behind a bush and emerged in a set of pup gear identical to Evan's, only this set had yellow accents instead of blue.

Up next was a rather interesting couple; an older, black wolf with greying fur & his younger goat partner. They were both already dressed in gear.

"I'm Garth, and this is my boy Marley. If you've seen me around, you know I like..."

Sabba's concentration trailed off after that; he was much too interested in the wolf's dad bod, thick thighs and scruffy facial hair to pay attention. Seb practically drooled over the wolf's assless, leather chaps and audibly whimpered when he whipped out a cap similar to the one that Adrian wore.

Marley could be described as nothing other than a scally, fit, but not particularly muscular fuckboi. The general atmosphere around him and the fluffy sideburns and chin hair made him look like he'd just come here from his first day at university, so Sabba was surprised to hear that he was twenty-four. Judging by the football gear he wore (a light blue jockstrap with purple banding, matching studded football boots, backwards snapback cap and knee-high sports socks) he was probably a jock.

The goat finished getting undressed by pulling off his shirt. The Toyger cocked his head at the nearly-invisible scars just underneath the goat's pecs.

However, the real shock came when Marley pulled on black latex arm-length gloves. Garth was the one getting fisted? This weasel of a young lad was going to wreck the ass of a mature, experienced man. Judging by the orders he continued to give, it appeared that Garth was the one in control despite the impending ass destruction he was about to fall victim to.

Up next were two furs whose identities were entirely concealed as they had covered their bodies in tight layers of black latex. Sabba missed their entire introduction as he tried to scoot closer to Marley & Garth. He might have gotten all the way there, had Adrian not suddenly said:

"Alright then everyone! Let's get down to busines! Have fun with those fists, gang!"

With that, Marley and Garth sauntered off into an empty space and began setting up what looked like a bondage swing. Sabba would have followed to interview them first, but Evan called to him with a wave. It would be rather rude to ignore the host's husband.

"Hey..." Seb sheepishly said as he approached.

The two pups were both on all fours with their hips, asses and silicone tails wagging. Meanwhile, Adrian had Chad against the wall. The lion was jousting with the Rottweiler's slowly hardening cock, trying to get him erect enough for a cock ring.

"Hey! I'm going to be totally un-intelligible once Adrian gets past my second rim, so do you want to interview us now? Sorry if it's inconvenient, but once I get into that headspace I won't hear a word you say." The pup asked with a smile in his eyes as if he were ordering a drink and not talking about getting fisted.

Despite the question he'd been asked, Sabba couldn't take his eyes off of the dominant men's cocks. Adrian's was still rock-hard and Chad was moaning as the ring slipped down over his length. Seb didn't think he'd be able to handle either of their cocks, but a part of him certainly wouldn't have minded giving it a go.

"Sabba?" Adrian asked again, fully aware of what Sabba had his eyes on.

"Uh, yes please! I've been thinking of some questions anyway."

"What did you want to ask us?" Adrian continued as both he and Chad moved towards Evan and Remy with cock rings in hands. They fished their partner's dicks out from their shorts and began to get them hard enough for the cock ring.

Now he had to think of a question to cover up his voyeurism.

He was saved by the bell when a loud, pleasured, but somehow muffled groan echoed around the room. The others took no notice, but Sabba's head jerked over to see Marley siting on the older wolf's face. As Garth went to town eating the goat's ass, Marley was paying special attention to the daddy's cock; getting it nice and hard before they got down to business. Both of them sounded as if they'd suddenly entered their monthly heat.

"What is it about fisting that you like?"

"HAH!" Evan snorted whilst Remy snickered, even Chad seemed a little amused.

"What?" A confused Sabba asked.

"Oh it's nothing, they just already know what my answer will be. They like to tease me for sounding all pretentious when I call fisting an art or talkabout how beautiful a man's face is when you get past his second rim or bring him to prolapse for the first time. I guess all of those are my answer then."

Now that he had said it out loud, Seb did think it sounded rather bizarre. He wasn't about to say that out loud though, so instead he flipped to someone else.

"I think I get what you mean! What about you, Evan? What do you like about it?"

"I just like how hard I cum."

Remy was next to answer, but nothing seemed to come to his mind.

"Umm..."

So Evan answered for him.

"Oh, Remy just likes the loss of control! Slut loves it when he can't stop himself from jizzing, prolapsing or... Well, never mind. But let's just say that there's a reason why Remy's pup colour is a yellow."

Remy was quite clearly scowling from underneath the neoprene hood. The joke going right over his head, Sabba turned to Chad.

"What about you?"

"Me? I guess I just like pushing bodies beyond their limits, increasing their max girth and seeing them achieve their goals. Like being a personal trainer, but for anal gapes and prostate orgasms."

"That's definitely unique!" Sabba chirped, desperately trying not to make a joke about stretch goals.

"We're ready to get started..." The lion announced as he put Evan's boner back inside of the shorts just as Chad did the same to Remy's. "... do you mind asking your questions as we work?"

"Sure! That's fine by me."

"Alright then, why don't you sit down."

Sabba obeyed, plonking himself right next to Chad and Adrian's legs.

"Umm..." Chad chuckled.

The Toyger wasn't entirely sure what the rottweiler found so amusing, but quickly realized that he was awful close to the action.

"Oh! Sorry!" Seb exclaimed, shuffling backwards.

"It's cool! I was just going to say that you might not want to be so close when things get fast and all intense 'n stuff. That and Remy's a bit of a shooter." Chad added with a teasing look.

Not wanting to be in the splash zone of lube, cum or any other fluids, the toyger backed up all the way to the bushes. He still had a fairly good view of their backsides though.

With Sabba safely out of the way, Chad turned his attention to Remy and Adrian turned his attention to Evan.

"Okay, pup." Adrian said to Evan. "Go ahead and push that plug out for me."

"Let's start nice and slow..." Chad purred.

Remy whimpered in reply, nervously looking over his shoulder as Chad used a sports bottle to squirt a healthy dose of thick lube over the dog's tailhole. He shivered at the sensation but seemed to relax a little as he felt a finger stroke against it to spread the lube around.

"... Good boy!" The rottweiler added as he began to add more lube and more fingers.

It was quite the juxtaposition next to Evan. The tiger rested his head against the rubber sheets that had been laid out and began to squeeze to force the plug out with a lewd growl. Sabba watched in amazement as the plug itself (which was perhaps a few steps larger than a mango) slowly began to show itself. There was a squelch as it suddenly popped out and into Adrian's hands, who quickly put it to one side.

Sabba got a good look at the tiger's hole. From how long he'd been wearing the plug his rim had puffed up and taken on a slight reddened colour. Lube that was thick, white and creamy enough to resemble cum oozed out from the slight gape. Sabba quietly took a photo of it with his camera.

"Look at those lips!" Adrian grinned, speaking to no one in particular.

The lion took a moment to pry the tiger's ass cheeks apart, admiring the view of the hole he was about to thoroughly wreck. There were a few seconds in which it looked like Adrian might take a moment to fuck a load into his boy's ass, but instead he slipped four lubed up fingers in at once.

"Ohhhhhh..."

"You sore?"

"Nah, just feels good to have something in me..."

Adrian's fingers continued in until his upright thumb was gently pressing against the tiger's ass crack. Then as he withdrew them, Adrian produced his own sports bottle full of gloopy lube and began to squeeze it out onto his emerging gloved hand. That way, as he pushed back inside again, lube was spread across his gloves and deep into the tiger's hole.

Meanwhile, Chad had managed to fit three meaty fingers in and was rubbing the beagle's prostate with smooth, round motions.

"How does that feel, buddy?" The Rottweiler asked.

"It feels good." Remy replied as he began to arch his back and settle his head against the floor.

Sabba had been taking notes on every movement they made, every noise that came out of them and even the intimacy between all four of them as they spoke to one another in soft, caring voices, but there were some things that he couldn't gleam from just observation alone.

"So uhh... how does fisting... feel? Sorry! I realize that's a bit of a weird one."

"It's fine! You are here to report on a fisting party after all. If I'm being honest, the glove takes most of the sensations away, but from memory I know it's always softer, warmer, wetter, but somehow firmer than you'd think."

"Speak for yourself!" Chad chimed in. "Remy's pretty tight, it feels like he's trying to squeeze all the feeling out my fingers. I gotta say though, it is pretty snug."

The beagle simply blushed out of embarrassment and avoided giving an answer.

"It feels real fuckin' good! When they get really deep it feels so alien, I can't describe it. Do you think we can go a bit faster? I'm ready for it." Evan said as he pushed back against his Sir's fingers.

"You sure, little pig?"

"Hurry uuuuuuup! I want my ass gaped!"

Adrian didn't need any more convincing. After his fingers slipped out again, he rotated his palm so that they were facing down. As Evan took a deep breath and let the tension in him drop, Adrian pushed forwards and curled his fingers into a fist. It was all one fluid motion as the boy's hole slowly swallowed more and more of his Sir's fist.

"Ah-aha-ha!" Evan half-chuckled, half gasped as his arms and legs began to shake over the sliding intrusion.

The plug might have been a little bigger than Adrian's fist, but the material was much more forgiving. Whilst the toy was soft enough to squish slightly, Adrian's fist would not budge for tiger's flexing muscles. Nevertheless, more of the black rubber disappeared inside until Adrian halted it at the wrist. The tiger whined at the sensation of a stuffed ass, but didn't try to force it out or move away.

After a few seconds of it being there, his asshole adjusted to the feeling. Evan took a deep breath and let the air go with a gasp as Adrian slipped the fist out, a small gush of lube following.

"Good job, boy."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Now do it again."

A whimper came from Remy as the other couple began to get into a rhythm of pushing Adrian's fist in, keeping it there and then slowly allowing it to slide out.

"Don't worry, boy, don't get jealous; you'll take my fist in a minute." Chad said with a reassuring smile.

Chad had already managed to get Remy to take four fingers after a brief process of stretching his rim wider and wider. He'd just managed to take the thumb as well, but only just past the knuckle. The Rottweiler's fist took on a claw shape, thumb and little finger tucking under to reduce the width and add a little bit more girth.

"Ready?"

Remy nodded to say 'yes.'

The easy part was over in the blink of an eye, curled fingers disappeared inside of Remy's tailhole, but the advance stopped at the knuckles. Again, the beagle whined at the tight pressure.

"Let me in, boy." Chad hummed, squeezing out some more lube onto his hand.

He used his other hand to spread it over and between his latex-clad knuckles before continuing the assault. The rottweiler could feel Remy stretching around him, all he had to do was keep going.

The result was inevitable. Between Remy wanting nothing more than to have his Daddy's fist inside of him and Chad refusing to relent, the beagle's rim split wider and wider by the second. Chad's shaking hand began to slip and Remy's groaning grew louder until a pop echoed around the room alongside a girly cry of surprise.

"Ah!"

Chad's fist was fully inside of Remy's satisfied hole. Once the knuckles were past the rim, he swallowed it down to the wrist. His rim squeezed tight around Chad's clenched fist and his body began to sway. His eyes glazed over, head tipped back ever so slightly and relived whimpers escaped his lips as his cock jumped in the cup of his shorts.

"Fuuuuuuckkk!" Remy wailed as he felt his balls churn out a dose of cum. It wasn't enough to be a proper orgasm, but he could feel it dribbling down his shaft and nestling against his ball sack.

Like Evan, he grimaced at the feeling of something strange stretching out his ass, but after a few minutes he began to relax.

The relief in his voice spread to his face. Remy got back up onto all fours, albeit slowly with a lot of unsteadiness, then looked around at the group with beaming eyes. Chad smiled back before suddenly removing his fist causing the beagle to yelp in pleasure and go right back down to pressing his face into the sheets.

His asshole winked and flexed at the sudden emptiness, practically begging for Chad's fist to come back and fill the void. Of course, the rottweiler was happy to provide. He brought it back and twisted his wrist as his knuckles pressed forwards. Remy rocked forwards ever so slightly before pushing back with a groan as his rim swallowed all of Chad's fist with noticeable ease.

Both couples slowly worked themselves into a rhythm. They'd push their fist forward into the cavern of their partner's ass and then withdraw it with a wet schlop as spider webs of lube trailed between them. This repeated motion was almost hypnotic to watch; Sabba felt himself drifting closer and closer. He put down his pen and pad and held his camera in both hands, waiting to get that perfect shot of the light catching on the lube or rubber.

He managed to catch quite a lot with that series of photos: the drip of pre from the end of the top's cocks, the gasp in the eyes of a boy who was beginning to forget about the world around him.

Their free hands drifted out to touch one another's. Adrian held his out for Evan's left, whilst Evan's right reached over to find Remy's left and then finally Remy's right found Chad's. They stayed silent though and their eyes continued looking ahead at either the plants in front of them or the boy they were fisting.

It was Adrian who disrupted their moment. Without warning, Adrian jerked his elbow back causing his fist to be yanked free from Evan's tailhole. The tiger howled. His vocalisations were accompanied by a wet slap, but no resistance as his rim opened wide for the exit of the fist. Evan looked back over his shoulder, but there was no surprise or shock in his eyes; just a daring, almost excited, look.

And so, Adrian repeated it. He'd enter nice and smoothly, then tear free again and again until the tiger's hole was gaping even more. Soon enough, there was no noise from either set of Evan's lips as he adjusted to the sudden removals. In about a dozen goes, Evan's gape went from a dark crack to a crater with hints of red emerging from the depths. His puffy purple rim could no longer hide his budding prolapse.

"Come get a look at this, Sabba." The lion whistled.

He circled the puffy rim with the tops of his fingers, allowing the tips of them to gently brush over the tiger's slight-rose bud. Evan groaned in pleasure as he raised his ass to show off as if it were a medal. Adrian assisted in the display by hooking his fingers in either side of the feline's asshole and gently pushing it to wider allow the prolapse to spill out an inch or so more, slightly concealing the rim.

Sabba really didn't know what to say, he eventually managed to say.

"Oh wow! You were right, it kinda does look like a rose."

"Doesn't it? Feel free to take some pictures for your article."

Sheepishly, the Toyger raised his camera and started to snap a few angles. It was certainly a unique sight, though it did look strange beyond words to him. Moreover, Sabba was rather confused. Did they really spend all this prep time for something that took five minutes?

"So um... what happens now?" Seb asked.

"Now? Oh, don't think that's where we're stopping..."

Adrian let go of Evan's rim allowing him to swallow it back up. His pucker managed to tighten up enough to hardly have any gape. It looked relatively normal with no signs that he'd just had the end of his guts peeking out. When the tiger stopped tensing, it didn't gape as much as Sabba would have thought.

"...I'm not satisfied with just the bud, I want the whole rose! We're going to keep going until Evan can't pull it back in."

The tiger giggled and wagged his ass in response.

"But such a good display has earned him a reward."

Adrian plunged his fist back in to the wrist, then half-removed it. Here at this point where Evan's rim felt awfully sensitive and outright teased, Adrian stopped moving and kept it there. He began to rapidly jig it back and forth, teasing the boy's prostate and rim both at the same time. Evan began to practically howl in pleasure, he shook as he struggled to maintain his posture, but was quite clearly enjoying the sensation quite a bit. He cried out when Adrian tore his hand free so that he could slap the boy's rosebud and then dive right back in.

Chad & Remy had been making progress too; now the pup could take Chad's fist with ease, no resistance and not nearly enough pleasure. Both of them knew that the beagle needed something wider, deeper or both.

"Good job, pup. Tell me what your next goal is." The rottweiler commanded.

Remy was quick to answer, having mostly forgotten about the others in the room.

"Down to the elbow and then I can cum!" His fake tail wagged with delight.

"Down to the elbow and then you can cum. Poppers?"

"Yes, please."

Remy sat back onto his knees as Chad retrieved a tiny, hardened glass bottle. The beagle wiped it clean of lube using his fur then unscrewed the top. Squishing one nostril down, he bought the poppers to the other one and inhaled deep. A shiver and a rush washed over his body before he shook himself into the here and now then got back into position. He kept the bottle in his hands, the top now back in place, in case he felt like taking some more hits whilst the rottweiler got to work.

Evan was also helping himself to some poppers as Adrian treated him to a gentle fingering for a few seconds.

"Yknow, Seb..." The lion said, turning to the Toyger who was in the process of taking some photos of the boys as they spaced out a little from the poppers. "It'll be about fifteen minutes or so before we do anything interesting, getting to the elbow tends to be the first speed bump."

"Oh, that's okay! I can go interview the others!"

Sabba stood up from his crouched position and took a moment to stretch his legs. Putting the camera around his neck, he retrieved his notepad and took a look around the room. Marley was just stepping out with a cigarette in his hand whilst Garth had a phone in one hand and his own cock in the other. Talking to either of them alone, let alone whilst they were... busy, sounded awkward and so the Toyger drifted closer to the two rubber drones.

The two of them were identical from their boots to their helmets. It was impossible to identify who or what they were underneath all of that rubber, which Seb imagined was the point. He couldn't tell if they had a tail, breasts, what genitals they had or even if they had a muzzle or not.

Their rubber was so well maintained, Sabba could see his reflection in every piece. At first, the Toyger thought it was all one big body suit; but on closer inspection he realized it was composed of multiple items.

The base was perhaps a catsuit of some kind, then ver that they had large, clunky boots; tight rubber leggings; shorts; a tank top; rubber arm length gloves and then finally their helmet. The helmet was hard to describe, but it was essentially a plastic frame around their head and then a thick sheet over the face that was a little bit more set-in than the frame itself. Both had a pair of headphones positioned over where their ears would be. Both sets were connected to the same phone.

One of them, the one getting fisted, was standing up and had bent over to expose its ass. Clearly it had plenty of experience to be able to maintain its balance whilst having its ass wrecked. The other sat on the ground beside it, rubber hands drenched in lube.

The one doing the fisting noticed Sabba awkwardly lurking nearby and beckoned for the Toyger to come closer.

"I promise we won't brainwash you." They spoke as they moved their headphones down to their neck.

Sabba imagined that the drone was smiling underneath but couldn't tell if it made it creepy o comforting.

"Uh, hi!" The Toyger said, hovering above the sitting drone.

"Hello. Good afternoon, Sabba." They did not turn their head as they spoke; instead, they looked right ahead at the fist they had buried in their partner's rubber-clad ass. "Would you like to interview us?" Their voice was monotone and devoid of an accent or personality.

Did this person always speak like this? Or was it only when they were beneath so many layers of rubber, Sabba wondered.

"Oh, thank you for that! I'll try not to take up too much of your time. Am I alright to take pictures?"

0349 nodded in response.

"Great! Can I ask what your names are?"

"Our identification numbers are 0349 and 1079." The one speaking gestured to the other when they said 1079.

Strange as it was, he had to appreciate their dedication to the scene.

"Alright then, is it a stupid question if I ask you what it is you enjoy about fisting?"

"Uniformity. We are required to possess the same capabilities."

"So, it's not for pleasure? You don't, try to orgasm?"

"We were instructed to reward ourselves when it is deserved." 0349 said.

"Adrian said that everyone here is a couple, but you talk as if there are more than just the two of you." Sabba made a note of the fact that 1079 hadn't made so much as a whimper and perhaps wasn't even aware of his presence. "Is there more of you?"

"Yes. There are nineteen in the hive. We were assimilated simultaneously and so we are permitted to assist each other. The roles today could easily have been reversed."

"What are you getting out of this today, just practice?"

"Yes. Intimacy too. We are only required to take a fist to the elbow. Anything deeper or thicker is..." The drone thought for a moment as if he'd just been asked to answer a difficult maths question. "... for fun."

Sabba couldn't tell if this person's delay at finding the word 'fun' was for real or if it was just an act. He soon became aware that it was the latter when 0349 broke out into giggles. The drone kept their hand in the other one for a moment as they tried to stifle their laughter.

"Sorry! Is that creepy and avant garde enough for your article?" For the first time in the entirety of their conversation, 0349 moved their head in the direction of Sabba; clearly having been able to see him the entire time.

"Huh?"

"Come on, I'm obviously just messing with you! Saw that you weren't paying attention in the introductions so I thought I might have some fun. And I thought you might want some real kinky stuff to put in the article. Oh also, I hope you don't mind this..." 0349 said with a much friendlier voice now, no longer trying to suppress any intonation.

Just as it finished speaking, they gave the other drone a light tap on the ass and all of a sudden, the other started to make noise; groaning deep as the fist was pushed even deeper. The bottom held onto its shaking knees and suddenly gasped as 0349 finally managed to go elbow deep. The fist, or rather, the arm remained there for a moment as they returned to continue the conversation.

"I promise you that none of that was true and I'm not actually some brainwashed, rubber robot... That would be pretty hot though, wouldn't it?"

"Ummm. Sure?" Sabba contemplated scribbling out the false notes, but then again having something so insane in it would probably draw in some readers who liked to gawk at the bizarre. "Can I get your actual responses though? Or some kind of explanation?"

"I don't see why not. Names are the same; we don't give our actual names out to strangers at fetish parties. Weren't lying about fisting because we like to be able to do the same things, but I guess I'd add that we started getting into it because it was fun, intimate and felt real weird. What else... oh! There's only five of us in our little group, but we are the only two who are properly dating each other; other's are just friends with benefits. Anything else?"

"That's pretty much it I think!" Seb chirped, hurrying to scribble down those responses. "Can I ask what you two are listening to?"

"These?" 0349 said, pointing to their headphones. "Audio tapes. Just a voice reading out instructions. You know stuff like 'stretch', 'obey', 'give in'... I promise I'm not joking this time around, it's what we do to get into that fisting headspace!"

"That's definitely a technique I haven't heard of before."

"No different for us than it would be for a less drone-y couple to watch some porn."

"That makes sense actually, thanks!"

"Any time." It was then 0349 fully withdrew their forearm from the other causing it to moan and shiver. "So are you gonna sit with us and watch? We're about to some weird shit if I'm being honest."

"I'd like to observe for a bit, if that's alright with you. What are you doing though?"

1079 lay on its back, supporting itself by the elbows as it tilted backwards to expose its ass. As they did this, 0349 retrieved a satin bag containing... metal balls? They varied in size, but the smallest was just bigger than a tennis ball and the largest was bigger than Adrian's meaty fist.

"Shoving these in and watching 1079 squeeze it out to break down any resistance. Might put a vibrator on its crotch and make out whilst it does."

"Oh!" Sabba said, half blushing. "Is that safe?"

"So long as I don't shove it too deep, and besides if I do I can just reach in there and pull it out."

"I see..."

True to their word, the other drone got down on the floor in-front of 1079. Then it dipped one of the balls in a tub of lube, rolled it around and finally it brought it up to the drone's hole and pushed it inside. 1079 groaned and lifted itself up further to give the other a better angle.

With it inside, 0349 slipped its hand in behind it and placed the other on the belly of their partner. The ball was pushed deeper and deeper as 0349 comforted their partner with long, slow brushes over their stomach, thighs and crotch. Once the fist was removed it was impossible to tell that the drone had something inside of it. They repeated it with the larger balls until the final one was inserted. 1079 groaned and writhed, but its guts made way for the insertion and its gape managed to close behind it.

"Now then..."

After retrieving a battery powered magic wand, 0349 lay down next to 1079 who turned with a great hefting groan. They rubbed at each other's body for a moment with 0349 paying particular attention to the other's slightly bulging belly. Lube was spread all over their fine rubber forms before they intertwined their legs, lined up their crotches and rolled over so that 1079 was on top and the wand was between them.

The buzzing began eliciting soft moans from the both of them. Immediately, 1079 buried its face in the crook of the other's neck and began to nuzzle as it started to push the balls out.

1079's legs trembled both in response to the slowly escaping sex toys and the feeling of a powerful vibrator against its crotch. For a moment, nothing happened, but then Sabba watched as shining steel emerged amidst the black rubber. It peaked for just a moment before 0349 nudged the magic wand hard against the other's crotch causing them to lose their focus and suck it back inside. There was a brief pause before it tried again, only this time it immediately managed to push about 1/3 of the ball out before it began to strain. 0349 was quick to react.

They reached down between them to shove the ball back inside.

"All at once, or not at all." They commanded as 1079 whined, barely able to handle the pressure of half a dozen objects squished inside of it.

A few more attempts were made, but each time 1079 would find itself stopping just before the release or 0349 would do something to stop tit. At one point 0349 pressed the wand against the emerging ball and 1079 gasped so loud, every head in the room turned to it. It was only when the wand was no longer touching its crotch at all that 1079 was incited to try its hardest and push it out entirely.

The ball clanged against the floor as the drone moaned with pleasure. The next was just large enough to not fall right out, but already it was peaking. That is until 0349 pushed the wand to a higher setting and it was no longer able to concentrate.

For both of the drones, the next five minutes was quite a blur. The vibrator climbed to a higher setting each time they heard one of the steel balls drop. By the time the last one popped free, the both of them were humping each other and the wand with a fury that only a truly denied person could achieve. They rubbed at, groped at and felt each other's bodies in an attempt to discover every contour of the other before they lost their minds in an orgasm. That was, at least, until 0349 found the willpower to turn the wand off before they came.

1079 whined in distress as it tried to get back the pleasure that had just been so rudely ripped away from it. It even stuffed itself with its own fist, but that didn't give it nearly as much pleasure as the magic wand did. After a minute or so of frantic masturbation, 1079 rolled over with a disappointed grumble so that 0349 could climb out from under it. The fistee drone got onto its back and reached down to prise apart its ass cheeks, showing off a puffy rim. For a moment Sabba thought they might speak to him, but instead 0349 retrieved the largest ball and got right back to pushing it inside 1079.

They rinsed and repeated the cycle of pushing the ball as deep as it would go and then pushing it out until 1079's rim was even more blown out. 0349 would tease the drone's taint, make a triangle around their tailhole to help push it out and would occasionally allow them to squish their crotch against the magic wand on the highest setting for a few seconds. When 1079's walls were too tired and abused to stop it from sliding out and its pucker too stretched to prevent entry or exit, they stopped and 1079 lay back for a moment to rest.

0349 turned to Sabba.

"So how was that?"

"That was... uh.."

"Weird?" The drone asked with a chuckle. "Trust me we've had weirder things inside us. One time they ended up prolapsing from this huge vegetable and another time we wrapped a pool noodle in latex so we could use it as a double ended dildo."

"Oh my!"

"It was fun! 1079 came hands free twice when we did the vegetable thing. Maybe don't do that yourself though, it wasn't the most hygienic thing we could have chosen. Getting fucked with a baseball bat or a baton is pretty fun though."

0349 spent a few minutes recounting various different objects they'd had inside of them until 1079 got into a position on all fours, practically begging for them to get back to fisting.

"You know it really is intimate..." 0349 sighed.

"Pardon?" Seb asked.

"Fisting." They said with a straight-faced tone of voice. "It's intimate. Sometimes, when you get in deep or it gets intense, you can feel their pulse all around your fist. You can feel them contract when they breath and you can detect every little tremor their body makes. The way they squeeze around you when they cum is incredible."

"I see..."

"Those moments are surprisingly soft, but alright then. I reckon you better go talk to someone else, we're just going to do the same thing we just did with some huge plugs. Feel free to come take a look in twenty minutes or so, they'll be prolapsed real nice by then."

"Sure thing! Thank you for letting me watch, it was a good opportunity to learn some new things."

"Anytime!" 0349 waved as Sabba stood up and surveyed the room.

Chad & Remy seemed to be in the middle of a brief break. The beagle was on his back, whining. His front, the muzzle of his hood and a bit of the sheets around him were splattered with his own alabaster white cum. Chad must have been able to get the beagle to take him elbow deep after all, which also explained the thick plug that he'd been stuffed with. The Rottweiler was busy surveying his toys, but did take a moment to smile in Sabba's direction.

Just next to them were Adrian and Evan. Sabba must have spent much longer than fifteen minutes with the drones because lube was now smeared up past the elbow of Adrian's gloves. The tiger had assumed a face down ass up position whilst the lion was forcing both of his fists in at once; stretching the other feline's ass to limits Sabba never thought possible. Disturbing them now probably wasn't the best idea.

That left Garth and Marley. Sabba was nervous at the mere idea of going to speak to either of them, but he did at least manage to steel up the courage to stare at them from a distance for a moment or two. Garth was up in the bondage swing on his back, legs raised and cuffed to the chains to ensure that his hairy, gaping ass would always be exposed to Marley's ministrations.

"Get in there boy! Get in real deep." The wolf growled, baring his teeth as he squeezed his hands around the chains by his head.

Marley, who was kneeling so that he could be eye-level with Garth's hole, looked up. His gaze went past the wrecked hole in front of him, ignored the throbbing cock and straight into the demanding eyes of the older man.

"You want it that bad, Sir?"

It was impressive that the goat could sound so cocky, lewd and subservient all at once as he smeared more Crisco over his right arm.

"Fucking do it already!"

And on command, Marley plunged his fist in deep. It, along with his wrist and elbow was swallowed without trouble. He simply pulled it all back, punched forwards and it vanished with a wet schlop as Garth howled with pleasure. It kept going and going even as he extended his arm. Even as the swing began to rock backwards, Marley simply grabbed onto it with his free hand and forced his arm in even deeper until it had been swallowed down to the bicep. Only when Sabba audibly gasped, nearly dropping his camera, did the goat's arm stop moving.

Marley looked over his shoulder whilst Garth turned his head. Both of them smiled; though Marley's was quite genuine whilst Garth's was filled with lust and laughter. The wolf beckoned for the Toyger to approach and Sabba's legs obeyed without his thinking.

"Got ourselves a peeping tom, huh?" The wolf asked, letting go of the chains to offer a surprisingly lube-free hand to shake. "Come to watch us finally, Sabba?"

The Toyger took it and managed to nod, he was much too distracted by the details of it all to form words. Clearly the two of them were incredibly into this scene seeing as how Garth's cap and chaps had both been removed at some point. Underneath that there had been a black leather jockstrap, but it now hung from the end of the wolf's ankle and was stained with thick cum. He still wore his shoes and socks, however.

His black fur was trodden and stuck down with thick lube in multiple places as was Marley's. The wolf's cock was glistening with it too. It was an incredibly attractive sight. His knotted manhood was an angry, aggressive red with hints of purple and clear veins. Cum pooled in the fur of his ball sack and at the edges of his sheath as well as over his thick prince albert that pierced his tapered tip. It stayed beyond erect thanks to the help of a rubber cock ring placed just beneath his knot.

Of course, Sabba immediately backed away upon noticing the fact that he looked as if he were on the edge of a potent orgasm. Garth roared with laughter.

"Hope this ain't too off putting for you; don't know what the other pansies are doing, but this is how I do it."

Sabba was about to chime in assuring the wolf that he wasn't intimidated at all, a lie, when the wolf suddenly growled deep and barked:

"Did I tell you to stop back there!"

Marley, who had until now remained still, suddenly grabbed a hold of Garth's thigh and began to twist the arm he had lodged inside of him. He rotated it as much as he could, trying to drill a little deeper, before yanking back to the original position. With the amount of lube coating his walls and the experience they'd gotten over the years, Marley could move his arm about nearly unimpeded.

"Awh-ahhh fuck yeahhhh..." The wolf rumbled, starting to jack at his cock. "Hope you weren't planning on asking us some questions, we're busy right now."

"Oh, um, sorry!"

"Take some pictures of my ass if you want, show people what it looks like when half the fists of the city have gone spelunking in you."

Sabba hoped that by 'it' Garth meant fisting as a whole and not just his ass in particular. Nevertheless, he obliged without a word and shuffled around so that he could get a better look at the wolf's slack hole.

From here he could see that the wolf's hole had been painted with so much Crisco lube that a white sort of... paste had coated his ass cheeks, crack, taint and hole. Sabba imagined that the wolf's guts would be just as white, but Marley's arm was so deep inside that Seb couldn't even see the rim of the wolf's hole. A bit of white paste also stained the goat's muzzle and the fur above the pouch of his jockstrap.

The Toyger could only describe the scene that he spent the next seven minutes watching as intense and incredibly hot. Marley would pump his arm back and forth without ever withdrawing past the elbow. He'd shuffle forwards, pull the swing back onto his arm and do whatever he could to go just an inch deeper before sliding an inch or two out only to slam it back in. Sometimes that pumping would grow faster as if he were jacking off someone's cock, but the ones that really made Garth grunt and groan were the motions in which Marley twisted it like a wrench on a bolt as he punched down.

Through-out the entire brutal, lust filled minutes, Garth sounded as If he were being tortured. He groaned, growled and roared to himself as his guts were sculpted into a sock for Marley's arm.

"Arrrrrghhh..." He snarled through gritted teeth.

Occasionally he'd let out a 'Mmph' as he suddenly gasped due to what was left of his ass's resistance trying to force out Marley's invader. Of course it failed every time, but he'd still give it a push every now and then to get his cock shaking.

Eventually, he had no choice but to reach out for his cock and began to jerk at it. At first he managed to make some up and down motions, but as his mind focused on the sensations rocking through his ass and guts and his eyes locked with Marley's, he began to just squeeze and tug instead. Despte this, it was more than enough to bring him to the edge of a powerful orgasm. As his tongue lolled out, he'd tear his hand free and Marley would slow down just enough to allow for only a drop of seed to roll out.

They did plenty with just those few drops. The goat would lean forwards and tease the canine's shaft with his tongue, pressing against it gently to allow for the single dollop to roll onto the end of his tongue or he'd catch it with a finger and immediately bring that finger into his jockstrap to masturbate.

Both of them devolved into grunts, and 'fuck yeahs' and other curses in a matter of no time. They'd grit their teeth and bite their lips as their voices grew huskier and growls underscored it all. Sabba felt himself being drawn into it to. With every edged orgasm, with every click of his camera's shutter every shlock of lube or whatever else it was making the lewd, wet noises, the Toyger thought more about putting himself in the sling.

There was an undeniable urge to reach back and force his own fist into one of his holes as masculine hands groped at the rest of his body or pulled him into a heated fuck. His mouth hung open subconsciously as he begged for something to be delivered to his tongue for him to taste. Every thought and desire was fleeting as they rapid-fired in his head. He wanted a hand around his neck; no, he needed two around his waist and a thigh between his legs, but now he wanted beefy arms around the small of his back and a cock inside of him...

He wanted Marley. Or Garth. Or Chad. Or Adrian. Hell he'd settle for one of the pups or the drones if it meant that his libido would be appeased. Right now he fantasied of reaching over to Marley's jockstrap, cupping the goat's dick through the material, meeting his eyes and just knowing that he was being told to get in there and jerk him off. Then he'd reach up for Garth's and bring the wolf to orgasm to the backdrop of Sabba and Marley making out, clawing at each other's bodies and teasing each other's necks with teeth-

Sabba caught himself mid-thought, noticing two things. Firstly, he was holding his camera lop-sided as his other hand fingered at his pars having drifted down into his underwear. Secondly, he was staring right into the goat's eyes who was smirking back at him. He had most definitely noticed what Seb was doing and he enjoyed it just as much as the Toyger. Garth was too busy jerking himself off to notice, but Marley knew everything.

Before he could stop doing either of those things, Garth howled with pleasure and tore his hand away from his cock much too late. All three of them knew this and so Marley broke gaze with Sabba to launch right into giving the wolf one hell of an orgasm. Standing up, he grabbed at the wolf's cock and shoved his arm in as deep as he could causing the wolf to given one last drawn out wail of pleasure as he began to cum.

That first shot jetted up into the air with no target in mind, as did the second before Marley managed to direct the next few over the wolf's body. Garth was plastered in his own thick, cum from muzzle to belly in just a few more cumshots. The very last few weak pumps ended up in the goat's mouth as he closed his maw around the wolf's cock and allowed them to dribble out on his tongue.

As he held it in his mouth, he withdraw his arm and moved down to the prolapsing, lube smeared hole. The instant that arm was out, Garth's hole bloomed into a full rosebud; folds and all were outside of his pucker without him even needing to push it out or having his rim spread wide. Sabba didn't get a particularly good look at it as Marley's head moved in front to dribble that mouth full of lube and spit all over it. His mouth opened wide, his tongue came forwards and perhaps he would have gone much further had someone not wolf whistled from behind.

Sabba and Marley turned around, Garth however just grinned.

Over the past few minutes, the entire room had managed to reach their prolapse goal and were now taking a break whilst they got ready to be pumped.

1079 had managed to gain a puffy crater of a prolapse; his rims and wall to slack to close back up at the moment. That allowed a good amount of a rose to spill out

Remy's wasn't as wide as 1079's but was more of an early budding than a full prolapse. Still, Chad had managed to get it to push out properly and called it once the beagle had a juicy crater protruding from him. Of course, the moment he'd been congratulated on it

Evan's was much more impressive; a full knot of guts sitting fully outside his tailhole with the puffy rim pulled back to stop it from retreating on its own. It was perhaps three inches out and was more than enough for someone to grasp. Lube and spit oozed from it, dripping down onto the tiles. The pup was quite proud of it, turning around to show it off to the others whenever someone asked.

"Waiting for me to put you all to shame?" Garth grinned.

"Only so I can jack off to it later!" Evan shouted. Judging by the bulge in his shorts and his hand disappearing down into them, later was quite soon.

"Go on then, old man. Show us how's it done." Adrian said, biting his lip in anticipation.

Sabba turned back to the wolf as Marley stepped away to give him some space.

There was a brief moment in which Garth rubbed at his already prolapsed hole, smearing the spit and cum around just a little bit as he waited long enough to show that he wasn't taking orders from Adrian. He prised his ass cheeks apart to allow the whole group to watch as a proper, monster of a prolapse bloomed before their eyes.

Gasps and cries of absolute shock rose up as Garth's prolapse went from a small rose to a prolapse so gargantuan that it couldn't possibly be called a rosebud anymore. In a matter of seconds it swelled outwards, growing larger and larger as it extended. At the base it grew thicker and thicker until it was much wider than the rim of his tailhole.

"Fffuuuuck..." He growled, stopping for a minute as his cock jumped against his belly.

"Come on big man!" Marley growled back, slapping his daddy on the thigh to coax him into pushing out more of his prolapse.

Garth did so with a roar of pleasure. Even more spilled out causing the prolapse to grow even fatter at the base and just that extra bit longer until it was hanging past the bed of the sling. It was long enough that every dick in the room could fit snuggly inside of it, perhaps even two at once. With one final grunt, he put his head back and allowed himself to relax as the compliments poured in.

"Holy shit..." Sabba gasped as Remy managed a whimper of jealousy.

"Well I'll be damned..." Adrian purred, groping at his cock which had fallen flaccid now that the cock ring had been removed. "... managed to get it even longer huh?"

"Y'can thank Marley for that; pervert loves my rosebud so much he begged me to let him help perfect it."

It was clear that everyone in the room wanted to either fuck the wolf's new tail or was just a bit jealous of what he'd achieved. For some, it was both.

"Any of you dom-type boys want to come over here and knock me up?" Garth asked, rubbing at his semi.

0349 politely shook their head which was understandable considering that they would have to spend the next ten minutes undressing. Adrian and Chad were both clearly tempted, but they ended up turning him down too.

"Sorry, Garth. Promised our boys that we'd give them our full attention today." Chad replied. "Maybe once I've fucked Remy, can't promise I'll have much left for you though."

The lion followed up with:

"You could always swing by sometime soon? Put away half the afternoon and have ourselves a proper session."

Garth licked his lips.

"Now I like the sound of that! I'll come chat when we're done here. For now though, didn't one of you boys say something about pumps?"

"I was about to get started on that before you decided that you wanted to show off." Adrian chuckled. "Alright everyone; Chad and I set it all out over by the wall there..."

The lion pointed off to other side of the room where an assortment of ass pumps and rope had been laid out.

"They're all freshly cleaned and ready for use! Get the pump going then start with the shibari. Doesn't need to be pretty, just some strong points away from anything delicate that we can use as a suspension point. You all know what you're doing with the pumps so I'll just remind you to not use too much pressure and enjoy yourself!"

One by one the couples filtered over to retrieve their rope and pump. The drones picked out some black rope to match their latex as well as a lime colour whilst Marley chose a maroon-purplish red that went well with the colour of the wolfs prolapse in addition to thick, black rope. It was no surprise then when Evan and Remy's rope matched their pup colours, though they also ended up taking the same kind of black rope that Marley had for Garth. It seemed that the black rope was the sturdy kind they'd be using for the suspension aspect.

Slightly embarrassed by how deep he'd been engrossed in Marley & Garth's play, Sabba drifted over back to Adrian's corner.

"Hi!" He smiled, sitting down much closer than before.

"Hello to you too."

The four of them were in the process of getting the pup gear off of Evan and Remy. Both of them had sweat and lube drenching their fur. Their fur had become mussed and the scent of cum hung around them. Seb noticed that the muzzle of Evan's hood was ever so slightly stained as was the fur of his torso; at some point he must have been given a handjob whilst he was on his back. Remy on the other had so much sticking to his crotch that large globs of it still dribbled down and over his ballsack. He must have gotten off multiple times whilst his shorts were still on; Sabba imagined that most of them had probably been on accident.

"Do you mind walking me through how all this works?" Seb asked, any kind of shyness had long since vanished by now.

"Well, normally you do some pumping before you've prolapsed. But we're putting a pump over their rosebuds to make their prolapses bigger, juicer and puffier. Then whilst we're waiting on them to be satisfied, we'll truss them up in rope and suspend them from the rafters. Got all that?"

Sabba nodded in reply.

"Alright then. Let me show you how this pump works."

Adrian brought a large, plastic cylinder up to Evan's prolapsed hole. It was big enough to cover his entire rosebud. The lion held it there with one hand and used the other to squeeze a handle that was connected to it. Evan gasped and moaned as the pressure sucked at his rosebud. When it was enough, Adrian let go of the chamber and the handle. The chamber stayed there, stuck around his prolapse as it worked its magic.

The one Remy used was smaller and seemed to be a suction cup attached to a bottle of some kind. Chad pressed it down to his boy's hole, the cup fit neatly around his rim leaving just a little bit of space. The Rottweiler pumped it a few times to get enough pressure going and then detached the bottle section leaving the cup sucking away at the beagle's hole. Remy shuddered at the sensation but was otherwise unphased.

"And whilst we wait on that, we'll get started on the ties."

Both of the boys took on vastly different positions as their partner approached with the rope. Remy, being slightly more flexible when it came to things like this, rolled backwards so that his legs were beside his head exposing his bare bottom. Then he leaned forwards, put his arms past his legs and hooked each arm over the corresponding thigh. With his hands resting on his lower back, he folded his legs at the knee as if here were sitting crossed legged only his legs were neatly tucked behind his head allowing him to take on a ball type of shape.

Despite the beagle clearly being able to hold this position for a comfortable amount of time, Chad quickly set to work creating some simple ties to keep the dog in place.

Meanwhile, Evan got into a much simpler position. He sat on his knees, lay forwards so that his ass was in the air and flagged his tail. He would get his arms in position when it was time for Adrian to tie them. The lion was much more precise in his rope work compared to the Rottweiler.

Sabba watched closely as Adrian tied up the tiger's legs. Two separate threads of rope were wrapped around them; one at the top of his thighs and a smaller one around his ankle. They were secured with two knots before being tied to each other. This way, Evan could only extend his legs so far. Before moving onto his arms, the lion made sure that the tiger's cock and balls were visible from between his thighs; then gave them a quick rub for good luck. The Toyger couldn't tell if Evan's delighted purrs came from the attention to his genitals, the tight restraint of the ropes or the feeling of his rosebud growing larger by the second.

Chad's work was a little sloppier in that the rope wasn't neatly bunched together and the knots were clearly visible; but still it was tight enough to restrain the beagle. The first ropes wrapped around his legs at the shin and the foot trapping his legs together. From there he was able to their mass of knots meet in the middle which he would later use as a rigging point.

At this point, Seb wasn't properly able to pay attention to the specifics of their handiwork. He'd tried to follow what they were doing, but when loops and thread-throughs got involved he lost track of what exactly the rope was doing. Still, it looked pretty and so he continued to snap away at his camera.

He paid close attention to their rosebuds that appeared to be blossoming and burgeoning out to fill the entire cylinder of the pump; thought that was most likely just a trick of the light. Still, they moaned and groaned as if it really had become that puffy. Looking around, Sabba had no hope of understanding what the drones or Marley and Garth were doing; but nevertheless he took photos of them too. It was no surprise then when it stopped listening to his demands to take more photos and a warning flashed in the upper corner.

NO SPACE ON SD CARD

"Shit..." He muttered under his breath, but not so quiet that the others didn't hear.

"Everything alright?" Adrian asked, not looking away from his work for even a moment.

"Yeah I just, ran out of space on my camera that's all. I think I have a spare in my car, can I go get it?"

"Of course, I'm not going to stop you. We're not so far off getting ready to string these guys up."

"I'll hurry then!"

Sabba stepped away from the group and scurried towards the exit. He was just passing under the canopy when Marley called out, waving him down.

"Hey, wait a sec! Do you mind if I come with you? Can't do anymore until Adrian checks it and I'm kinda up for a smoke."

Garth was in quite a basic tie from what Sabba could gather. His arms were tied together at the wrist and bicep, only the rope at the wrist was attached to the metal loop of a metal pole that was resting against the wolf's chest. Either ankle was tied to the left or right end of the pole. Then there was a lattice of rhombi over his chest and belly which appeared more decorative than functional. It looked as if the others were going to help the somewhat short goat get the metal bar up to the rafters and then raise it to bring Garth into the air. For now though, the black wolf was just resting on his back humming a tune.

"Oh! Sure, that's fine by me." Sabba replied, sheepishly. He nervously waited by the arch as the goat retrieved his hoodie and smokes.

"Let's go then." He said, walking over. "It'll be nice having a proper conversation with you."

Half an hour passed before they returned. Both of Marley's socks were rolled down, the fur of his inner thighs was ever so slightly damp as was the fur of his index and middle fingers. Sabba was much more obvious in that he walked slightly funny whilst his shirt was half-unbuttoned and fully untucked. He clutched his phone close to his chest as if people could tell just by looking that it had a new number in it. The goat confidently strode over to place his hoodie back amongst his things, but Seb stopped in his tracks as he gasped at the scene in front him.

In their absence, the pumping had finished and it appeared they had just gotten done with the suspension aspect as 0349, Chad and Adrian had stepped back against the far wall to admire their work.

Attaching rope to the binding around Remy's legs, then one to his back and finally the last to a complicated lattice of ties around his arms had allowed them to string him up in a sitting-like position from a ring that hung from the ceiling. His prolapse and genitals were both exposed, but Chad had placed a tight, black chastity cage over the beagle's prick to void him of any pleasure that didn't come from the rope or his wrecked his ass.

Speaking of his ass, the pumping had done wonders. It was a much more vibrant colour and considerably more of a crater now. If he tensed he could pull it back inside of him, but relaxing meant that it would simply spill out of him again. Fresh cum would come dribbling out too, identical in thickness and paleness to the seed staining the fur around Chad's sheath.

As a final compliment, Chad had threaded roses through that matched the colour of his prolapse the rope as a decoration. At some point Remy had been blindfolded; judging by his blush it was probably so that he didn't die of embarrassment over having people observe and inspect him.

Evan had suspending rope worked into the ties at his thighs, arms, wrists and his tail to keep it flagged. Despite not being blindfolded, it was clear that the tiger was so content in his subspace that he would barely register someone waving a hand in front of his face. That was thanks in part to rope work squeezing his chest and the low setting vibrator attached to his cock. Adrian had also rewarded himself; his cum stained the tiger's prolapse, the fuzz of his balls and had been splattered all across his ass cheeks. That prolapse had grown much larger since Sabba last saw; it couldn't hold a candle to Garth's, but it stick out enough to act as a sloppy fleshlight for the average cock.

1079 was hanging with their belly facing the ground. A complicated harness around its chest and a tie at its ankles kept it suspended in the air, albeit it a little lower than the others. With this method, plenty of its shining latex was on display for the others to admire. The black of its gear contrasted well with the red of the rope and its prolapse.

Then there was Garth. The older wolf was in the same position that Marley tied him in, only now the bar was attached to the rope work up in the rafters and he was suspended from the ceiling. Cum was splattered over his belly, slowly dripping off of him and down onto the floor below. Chad and Adrian had placed the canine at hip height for a very obvious reason judging by how the wolf's incredible prolapse was slathered with fresh lube.

Sabba and Marley joined the group of dominants as they stood around and complimented each other's work. The four of them enjoyed their brief break, enjoying a soft drink each (with the exception of 0349) as they allowed the Toyger to go around with his camera snapping pictures of every angle and every detail.

One particularly good shot came from Evan. A strand of cum dribbled from his cock and hung from the tip of his member. It caught the light wonderfully for the camera. The rope bunnies' expressions were equally fun to capture: Remy's nervous, but aroused half-smile, Evan's glazed over eyes and even Garth had gottenn so deep in the pleasure he couldn't muster a lewd smirk or a growl.

Sabba was paying particular attention to Garth's 10 inch long prolapse when a furred hand came into to frame, stroking the bud and holding it all in one hand.

"Don't mind me." Adrian smiled. "Just helping myself to a taste test before I get to play with him for real."

Sabba blushed fiercely as he watched the lion guide his cock up to the wolf's rosebud.

"You fucking me raw, you dirty cat?"

"Not like anyone else has been in this blown out sock recently huh?"

"I don't know, just saw your Dad last week actually." Garth joked.

"Piss off!"

Adrian's entry of the wolf wasn't exactly smooth or instant, in fact he appeared to be having some difficulty. With one hand he kept the wolf's prolapse steady and with the other he guided his member. Yet, even with that support it was like trying to fuck a fleshlight that was much too tight. If the lion pushed at all it would mean that Garth's body swallowed his prolapse back up. So he had no choice but to find the slight opening, slip the head of his cock inside and then shuffle his hips forward until he was hilted inside.

Then the real fun began. The lion began to slide his hips back and forth ever so slightly, being careful not to push against Garth's rosebud. At the same time, he tugged on it with a tight grip allowing him to squeeze his own cock just a bit. It was like fucking into the softest, warmest fleshlight imaginable. To his cock it was identical to fucking him in the regular way (albeit it was much tighter), but to be able to grasp it and see it as he did was so much hotter if only because it was so unbelievably taboo and outlandish.

When the lion began to groan, moan and tug at his nipples the Toyger sheepishly shuffled away. He didn't want to get all worked up again, especially when Chad and Marley gathered round to wait for their turn.

He found himself drifting over to the drones. 0349 was slathering the other with lube causing their latex to shine brilliantly. The dominant drone got a head tilt indicative of a smile as the Toyger snapped a couple of pictures.

"You know, Sabba..." 0349 spoke. "You've done quite a lot for how it looks and all that jazz, but don't you feel like you're missing something?"

"Huh?"

From their bag, 0349 produced a pair of latex gloves and dangled them, allowing them to swing from side to side.

"Get in there and feel how it feels to fist! You can borrow my spare pair."

For a moment, Seb looked nervous and somewhat afraid of the idea. He looked to Adrian for permission; but saw that now all three of the others were deeply involved with some strange sex. The lion was pumping away like his life depended on it, Marley was worshipping the lion's thighs and his Sir's prolapse whilst Chad was groping at both Adrian and Garth.

"Uh, sure!"

In a few seconds he'd placed his camera safely on the ground and had the gloves in his hands. It was an awkward process getting them on, one that 0349 watched with a snigger before he eventually gave the Toyger some talcum powder to help ease him into the gloves. They were a little big on him and stopped just after the elbow, but they would do the trick. He applied a more than copious amount of lube and then stepped up to the plate.

"Great, just pick a fist and push on inside."

1079's prolapse looked... almost intimidating. The pump had puffed his rim up so much that it stuck out just as much as the rose itself giving it a deep purple border. That rose was such a vibrant red it was a little bit off putting, but Sabba imagined the others would refer to it as 'delicious.' To be honest, he could see the appeal now that he was standing so close.

He took a moment to touch and tease that rim. 1079 jerked and squirmed at the feeling of having its blown out pucker touched, then whined as Sabba ran a finger over the folds of its rosebud. To the Toyger it felt... slimy, most likely because of the lube. But at the same time it was silky almost and noticeably warm. Especially the swollen parts of its pucker.

"Alright suck it back in so Sabba can fist you." 0349 ordered.

1079 obeyed. It took a few seconds, but it tensed up and managed to force its prolapse back inside with a little pushing from the master. When they both stopped, for a second the drone remained gaped wider than the Toyger's fist, but then the rose bloomed and it all came spilling out again.

Sabba whimpered; aroused by the idea of being so thoroughly used and gaped that his ass would just prolapse without any effort. He just had to feel what it was like.

The Toyger pushed his fist against the drone's rosebud who once again tried to bring it back inside of itself. He succeeded! And with Sabba's fist blocking it from spilling it out again they remained there with the feline's fist buried inside past the wrist. The entire time he met no resistance; his fist simply glided on in.

"Wow..."

It was just how he imagined! Each time he brushed against one of the drone's walls it would jerk or squirm. There was a slight squeeze when it tensed and a definite pressure when a spasm tried to force the Toyger out, but its muscles were much too bruised and abused to actually enforce that. He could feel 1079's pulse through the walls if he pushed up against one of them. It was slow and steady, but strong.-

"Wow indeed!" 0349 chirped. "Now, if you'll excuse me I was given permission to see if the rumours about Evan being able to take two no fists sweat is true!"

And with that, the other drone went hurrying off towards the strung up tiger, replacing their gloves with fresh ones as they did.

"W-wwait!" Sabba stammered, clearly nervous over being left alone with the drone.

Then again, they were both enjoying themselves. And it's not like he was doing anything in particular. All he was doing was exploring; and explore he would. Sabba spent the next few minutes enraptured by every noise and movement the drone's tailhole could make. He twisted his fist whilst buried inside, allowed himself to be slowly pushed out, yanked it out... everything he could think to do.

A good ten or so minutes passed without the Toyger noticing at all.

"Having fun there, Sabba?" Adrian's voice eventually came.

The Toyger pivoted to look over his shoulder at the lion. His cock was lathered in leftover cum and lube, his fur was drenched with spit and sweat and yet he still smiled that Dad-like smile.

"Uh, yeah I am!"

Across the room, Marley was on his knees allowing the seed that Chad and Adrian had pumped into Garth's prolapse to ooze out onto his tongue. Meanwhile, Chad and the drone were having their fun with Remy. The Rottweiler was punch fisting the poor beagle's hole whilst having a powerful magic wand held to the chastity cage that he wore. Cum was pouring out from the slit of the cage already and yet neither of the tops showed any sign of relenting.

"Thinking of doing some of this for yourself then? Sure a good fellow like you could find a fist bottom or two to play with."

"Oh umm..." Sabba blushed fiercely at the compliment. "I actually think I'd like the other end of it more." He sheepishly said as he withdrew his fist from within 1079.

"Huh. Sorry if this is rude, but I thought that'd be the case." Adrian chuckled.

"No, no! That's fine, I get it." Sabba quickly peeled off the gloves he had been given. "Where should I put these?"

"Ehhhh, put them next to their bags. One of them will sort it out later."

Sabba did just that, then turned back to the lion so that Adrian could continue talking.

"Well, if you do want to experience a bit of the other side of the fence for your article; I have another spare pair of gloves, plenty of lube and some more rope..."

"Oh!" The Toyger gasped at the lion's offer. "Um, I'm alright thanks! I'm definitely not prepared for that today."

"That's totally fine, just thought I'd ask in case you were hoping for a chance."

For a moment they were silent as Adrian inspected 1079's perfected prolapse. It was Sabba who broke it.

"Well, actually. If it's not a problem, maybe I could like... come by sometime?"

"To get fisted?"

"To get fisted." He automatically giggled when he said that, the nerves from asking so openly making him rub his wrist awkwardly and suck his tongue.

"Of course. You've got my number, so drop me a text tonight. See if we can't arrange something for when you're free."

"Thank you!" That didn't sound exactly right to say in this situation, but neither did 'Cool' or a simple 'Okay!'

Again, there was a brief pause of silence. Adrian took the opportunity to tease the Toyger ever so slightly.

"You know, I might ask Marley to swing by as well." He raised an eyebrow in the feline's direction as he said this, smirking as he did.

Immediately the feline was flustered, stammering over his words and tripping over his tongue. In the end, he exhaled deep and simply said.

"Thank you."

"Not a problem." Adrian took a moment to stretch and roll his shoulders. "Well then, if you're not taking that last spot, I know someone who will... Chad!" The lion barked, turning and walking over to the Rottweiler's direction.

Judging by the way the man stiffened up and half-sunk to his knees, it was clear he knew what was happening and was more than excited by the idea.

From across the room, Marley and Sabba's eyes met. They smiled at each other before turning their attention back to the beginning of the blossoming of the latest rosebud to be added to Adrian's rose garden.