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"Holy_shit_, dude!"

Her cheeks burned.

"God_damn_ that's a fine sight..."

Her grin widened.

"I'm surprised it isn't _banned_at this con!"

She let out a giggle and waved at the other attendees, a little bounce in her sandled-steps and a swish in her tail as eyes watched the vixen pass. The convention had no shortage of handsome enthusiasts and passionate nerds, giggling fangirls, bored wives or girlfriends, and fandom journalists. Many of them had expressed their love through cosplay, quality ranging from cheap and embarrassing, to low-cost but solid, to expensive and obviously commissioned for the event, but every one of them was at least having fun.

Ferrah was adamant on enjoying herself too, both in cosplaying as her favorite science-fiction character, and in getting plenty of _male_attention.

At least two men dressed in colored flightsuits and jackets let out some wolf-whistles, and at least three other women gave her the stinkeye as their husbands or boyfriends ogled her curves. Her breasts were only barely supported by a white-and-gold bra, her nipples outlined beneath the fabric. The loincloth did only just enough to conceal her loins, and almost nothing to cover her ass, the waistband of a thong the only thing concealing everything underneath. Her usual peach-colored pelt was instead dyed a deep blue, save for choice bodyfur paint keeping her underbelly and loins white, as well as a tribal pattern across her upper arm and outer thighs.

You couldn't beat the classic Krystal look.

The vixen at the door held up a paw, eyes widening at Ferrah's cosplay. She had taken the effort to dye her fur blue, purchase and adorn a staff, and get all of classic Krystal's jewelry just right, all to sell the look of her sandals, tail rings, and tribal outfit. Effort well-spent, as far as she was concerned, as she stopped and posed, more for the other attendees than for anything else. The other blue vixen smiled wide and approached, looking her over.

"Damn, girl, you went all out for this con!" she chirped, clearly impressed with the work Ferrah had put into it. "I've seen four other Krystals going for the DP look and they don't even come _close_to you!"

"Thank you, you look fantastic, too," she purred, and she meant it. Just from the look of her outfit, it was clear her fellow cosplayer was a top-tier tailor, sporting the popular flightsuit the character was known for wearing. "We heard that cosplayers were being let in early for the photo-op. Is there still enough room for two more?" She gestured to her boyfriend, looking over his outfit.

The golden retriever looked good in it, to be fair - it was tailored in such a way as to fit him, a green flightsuit, a white jacket with the red insignia of the Star Fox team expertly stitched to the back, and a pair of fingerless gloves. For someone who was fairly unremarkable anywhere and anytime else, he did look pretty cool in his getup, even if he couldn't match the stature or build of Fox McCloud.

"Not a bad cosplay, hon," the cosplaying worker offered, a sweet smile on her muzzle as she handed them a form on a clipboard. "We're about half-full on the photo op, so you're good to go on in," she told them, handing the a pair of pamphlets, reaching behind her and opening the door. "You guys have fun!"

The couple walked in, the vixen quickly adjusting her outfit before following her boyfriend into the photo stage, where a few dozen other cosplayers were lined up. Ahead were a series of backdrops based on the game locations. One was a snowfield with a sci-fi base in the background; another was the interior of a spaceship; another as a science-fiction cityscape; and the last, most elaborate one was a jungle with stone ruins. Any fan could have recognized them as mockups of locations from the game series.

"They're fan-made, too," her boyfriend said, pointing to them. "This is gonna be great."

"What do you think, should we get a few personal couples-pictures?" she asked, more than a little interested at the prospect of getting more attention from her boyfriend.

"I'm hoping to catch an early speaking event," he replied, "but if you want to I'd be glad to do a couple of pics with you."

"What did you want to do at the con, then?"

"I want to go to a couple of panels to meet the developers, see if I can find a couple of statues to buy, maybe try the tech demo they brought out here," he admitted. "It's a nerd's paradise here, after all."

"With a blue angel at your side," she teased, leaning in and kissing his nose playfully.

"Well, don't let me keep you from doing what you want to do here, though," he added as the stopped at the back of the line. "There's plenty to do here."

She moved to speak, stopping short as she spotted a trio of reptilian con-goers in another line, all dressed as sharpclaws. Two of them were gators of medium build, but the last was a tall dragon in leather armor, spiked pauldrons, a horned, hooded helmet, and wearing a claw on his left hand. The vixen found herself almost believing that she was actually looking at the real General Scales, though this one was a wingless dragon who looked like a more handsome version of the fictitious villain. He certainly had a powerful enough physique to rival the antagonistic dinosaur, the green body paint doing nothing to hide his musculature.

"Yeah, there are," she said absently, still slightly stunned. It took her a few seconds to tear her eyes away from the stud, though it didn't seem like her boyfriend had noticed. A slight ache burned at her lower belly, causing her to let out a little whimper as a nigh unscratchable itch started to form. She glanced back at the dragon, nearly letting out a gasping squeak as his yellow eyes met hers. A second passed, a moment frozen into minutes, the realization that he was looking right at her washing over her. She jerked her head back to the side, trying to focus on the pamphlet she had been handed as if she hadn't seen a thing; something made very difficult as her loins started to moisten.

"So, ah... which backdrop should we go for?" she asked distractedly.

The golden retriever blinked at her. "I mean... I don't think you're properly dressed for all except one of them, you know?" He gestured to her outfit. "Best if we just go for the Dinosaur Planet one."

"You're wearing the normal costume, though," she pointed out.

"We can still get one together," he replied with a grin.

They waited in line, the queue moving slowly, giving her more than a few more opportunities to steal a glance back at the Scales cosplayer. Now his eyes were almost constantly on her, although he was still speaking to his underlings - or friends, she realized. By the time they were next to go up, the other two cosplayers were staring at her too, and it was clear that they were aware she was looking their way despite trying to be covert about it.

"Next up!" one of the convention workers called. Ferrah pulled her gaze away from them and hurried up the steps, turning to face the photographer, a cute, nerdy-looking female fruit-bat.

"Now_here's_ a cute couple," she said, adjusting her glasses. "Probably the best Krystal I've seen today. The name's Gail, I'll be taking your pics today. Can I ask you real quickly if I can take a couple of extras? It'd be neat to add a few of these images to next year's con advertisement, if I have you permission."

Ferrah started to answer, her eyes looking over the bat's shoulder, and stopped short. It now dawned on her that nobody had gotten in line behind her and her boyfriend, leaving nobody else in the queue. It made sense, she realized; most people who were cosplaying Krystal had gone with the flight-suit option instead of the tribal look, and they would have looked as out-of-place in the Sauria backdrop as she would have been in the other three. Those concerns evaporated, however, when she saw the three reptilian cosplayers nod to each other and stepped out of their line, moving to the Sauria queue instead. Her eyes met the Scales cosplayer and he gave her an attractive smile, still stunning her.

"Er... ma'am?" The photographer waved to her. "Is that alright with you?"

Ferrah jerked back up, clearing her throat. "O-oh, yeah! Extra pics would be alright, right?" she asked, looking to her boyfriend.

"Sure, I can do a couple, and then you can get some more- you look like you're more in place than I do," he said.

"Awesome, then I'll get set up," the bat said, rummaging through her case. "You know, going for the couples tactic will get you a lot of attention at this con- you guys know about the photo contest, right?"

Ferrah looked to her boyfriend, the dog's brow raised in interest. "What kind of contest?"

"The con is taking entries up until midnight tonight, whoever texts the best looking cosplay image gets $500, and the cosplayers get $750 each," she explained. "Second and third place images get a hundred bucks, too, and your chances of winning go up if you text more images. You should try it, you've got nothing to lose."

A click sounded and Ferrah's ear twitched, identifying the sound of a smartphone snapping a photo. She glanced back, seeing all three "Sharpclaws" holding their phones out and aiming it at her back - or more likely, her ass. Her cheeks burned but she couldn't help smiling at the attention, though it seemed like her boyfriend hadn't noticed anything amiss.

"Okay, I'm ready here," Gail told them. "Can I have 'Krystal' on the rock, and you stand behind her?" she directed, guiding them into position. Once she was seated on the rock with her boyfriend behind her, holding his fake pistol up, the bat moved back and started snapping. "This looks great, just move how I tell you. Have Krystal on her knees, hugging Fox's waist. Give him the staff, too - that's it, perfect!" Another few clicks. "Now something romantic and close, both of you stand and embrace, like you're about to kiss."

Ferrah did as asked, her heart thumping wildly and a blush burning her cheeks as she face her boyfriend and got into a close embrace, his paws around her waist. It wasn't often she got to be with him like this, and never when being photographed. "Having fun?" she asked.

"Yeah, a lot," he agreed. "Can't wait to do the other backdrops, too."

"Hold still, aaaand..." Click."Perfect!" The bat nodded at her equipment, looking satisfied. "Alright, if you want to go for the other backdrops, feel free," she offered.

"Should we meet up later?" Ferrah asked quickly.

"Take your time, do what you want to do- I don't want to drag you along to all my boring, nerdy stuff," he told her with a chuckle. "But I still have my phone with me, so just text me if you need to find me, or want to meet up later."

Her heart dropped a little bit at that, hoping he'd catch the hint that she wanted him to stick around, but she knew that he had paid for the trip here and was looking forward to meeting some of his gaming idols, and she managed to smile back.

"Alright, then I'll text you to meet up. I still got my room key for the hotel." She gave him a hug and little kiss on the nose, watching as he left.

"Alright, a few more, then?" Gail asked, gesturing behind her. "You guys were the last here, so we've got ti-- oh!" She squeaked, having only just noticed the three Sharpclaw cosplayers. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you guys! We'll try to finish this up quickly so we can move to you."

The Scales cosplayer held up a hand, shaking his head and smiling. When he spoke it was with a warm, handsome voice. "No, take your time. We just figured we'd look better on this backdrop than the others. We can wait."

"Great, that'll give us more time, then," she said, turning back to Ferrah. "In that case, would you mind doing some poses for a bit of fanservice?" she asked, grinning. "Nothing too risque, but if you don't mind saying so you've got a great body to be doing Krystal - you've probably been driving the guys here wild."

Ferrah giggled, blushing a bit- the men behind her seemed to be thinking the same thing, the Scales cosplayer reading down to adjust what was clearly a noticeable bulge beneath his leather armor. The fact that even here she was getting an audience made her heart race. "Sure, I'd love that," she agreed.

For the next five minutes Ferrah posed for the camera, laying on the fake stone ruins, posing with her staff, alternating between dynamic and sultry, heroic and coquettish. In every position, Gail took no fewer than five snapshots for each pose, and Ferrah could see she was focusing on the the curves of her body at times. It quickly became apparent that her audience was looking the same way too, two of the Sharpclaw players miming at her chest with lecherous looks. The Scales player had his arms folded, a strange smile on his face- and the unmistakable look of hunger in his eyes, a look that made Ferrah shiver.

The final pose was with her staff in front of her, speared between the vixen's tits and down her body, rubbing against her heated mound. It was hard not to feel exposed, being the one person on the jungle backdrop, and it didn't take long for some of the others in the hall to start looking her way with varying degrees of sharp interest. None of it served to dissuade her from continuing, a wild thrill burning in her chest as she stuck her tongue out and pressed it against the shaft of her staff.

Apparently Gail felt the same way too, letting out a cute giggle. "Damn, lady... yeah, just a couple of these... no need to tell anyone, we can send those over to your boyfriend, if you'd like," she said with a grin.

"Hey, ask her to send us some too!" one of the Sharpclaws called out.

"Calm down, you're up next!" she laughed. "Alright, thanks for the extra shots, you're free to go."

"Actually," the Scales player said quickly, "if you don't mind we'd like to get a couple of snapshots with her. With your permission, of course." He looked to Ferrah.

"Oh, uh..." Ferrah swallowed, feeling a little nervous. The attention was great, she loved it when men stared at her body. That same attention had landed her in trouble in the past, or what some would consider trouble, even if she enjoyed it. "I was actually going to meet up with my boyfriend after this," she finally said, hoping that mention that she was in a relationship would deter them.

"I'm sure he can wait a little longer, there's plenty of panels and demos to keep him occupied," he pointed out. "Only if you want to, though. I think it'd look great to have the best-looking Krystal here with us."

Oh fuck- I can't say no to those compliments,_she thought, her cheeks burning again, though not as much as the furnace in her lower belly. _I better not be in season with my heat, this could get bad."I... guess that would be fun," she admitted with a shy smile. "What's your name?"

He grinned. "General Scales- hicoh, kohudk, udt taskukeh ev Sauria. Nxuh rhadwj oei ke mo necht?"

Ferrah stared at him, stunned - the guy had clearly done as much as he could to get in character, pulling off the tone and accent of the character perfectly. She dimly remembered it being a line from the game, unable to help but giggle, impressed at how authentic he was.

"No, but seriously," he laughed. "I'm Aiden." He pointed to his other well-built companions, first at the taller and leaner of the two, then at the shorter and stockier of them. "This is Loki and Cadmus. So now that we're acquainted- what do you say?"

It was a combination of his warm voice, handsome smile, and the slight hunger in his eyes that sold her. She took a breath to steady herself (which did nothing to dull the hammering heartbeats in her chest) then nodded.

"Y-yeah, that would be great, Aiden."

Gail shrugged, stepping aside to let them up on stage. "Why not. All of you are in the perfect cosplay for it, you're probably the best-dressed in the con - the owners would probably love it." The dragon passed and Ferrah watched Gail eye his butt with clear interest, a smirk on her muzzle. "Let's keep the theme going, let's have you three on the left, looking ready to attack," she told the trio. "As for Krystal, get in a defensive stance, like you're ready to hold them off."

Ferrah nodded, holding her staff up in what she imagined would be a good stance to begin to fend off any enemy, though she drew it from the action films and video games she had watched. The two henchmen drew prop maces from their belts, bucklers held out before them- Aiden put one sandaled foot on the prop ruin and raised his claw to the air, pointing directly at her with a vicious expression. As he did, though, the leather skirt he was wearing lifted just enough to reveal the massive bulge in his leather briefs. From the camera angle it was probably hidden behind the rest of the skirt and loincloth, but to Ferrah's view the shape of his massive, soft cock was all too clear.

The itch deepened.

"Glare back at 'em, girl!" the bat told her. "Don't let 'em scare you, make it look like you're about to fight back!"

Ferrah shook herself out of her awe, adopting what she hoped was a mean glare and waiting to hear the camera go off. They held the pose for three shots, the bat moving to different angles, then relaxed- at which point Aiden seemed to grin at the vixen.

"What's with that look?" she asked.

"You just seemed a little impressed for a moment there," he shrugged. "It was a little funny, that's all."

"You have a great setup," she told him, keeping her eyes as far away from his crotch as she could while still looking at him. "You nailed the cosplay perfectly, brought your buddies in on it, and even made sure you had the right equipment for the role."

"Thanks," he grinned. He leaned in and spoke low enough so that only she could hear. "I'm glad you think I have the right 'equipment.'"

Despite wearing less in attire than most con-goers Ferrah suddenly felt stiflingly warm, eyes widening at what was clearly a double-entendre. As if to drive the point home he reached down to adjust himself, reaching below his leather armor skirt and cupping beneath the heavy balls for a brief moment.

"Alright, these look great," Gail told them, her voice making Ferrah jump. "Next up, let's get Scales here to get close to Krystal, something aggressive - like the beginning of the game when she's in a choke-hold."

The vixen's heart leapt at the suggestion, but if there was any indication of fear or discomfort on her face, then the bat didn't see it. If anything, Ferrah only felt a powerful thrill in it, leaning back against one of the sturdy, fake trees as Aiden closed in. The look in his expression that told her he had no intention of hurting her in any way, was also the same look that told her that he was enjoying this on a level that was clearly more salacious than it was meant to be.

"You okay with that, kit?" he asked.

"Y-yeah, that's... that's good," she stammered, managing a wide smile. She barely managed to suppress the urge to flinch when he raised his hand up and wrapped his fingers around her neck in a loose grip. There was no pressure in the hold, yet she already felt light-headed, and for some reason unreasonably horny. Dammit, Ferrah, are you really getting off here, of all places?

"You're beautiful, you know," Aiden said in a low voice. "Your boyfriend must be crazy to leave you all alone by yourself."

"T-thank you," she managed to breath out.

"Uh... guys?" Gail waved to them. "Looks good with the pose, but give me some hostile expressions - they're supposed to look like they're locked in combat, y'know?"

"Sorry, just got distracted," Aiden replied.

He adopted a snarling expression, breathing into Ferrah's face with a growl. For her part she looked back up with a grim glare, grabbing his arm and holding her leg out as if to kick in the air. The camera clicked three times, but just before the fourth click Aiden's grip on Ferrah's neck tightened and her eyes went wide, her expression moving from a fake glare, to shock, to a lustful gaze. His hand released her neck and traced along her jaw, his fake snarl relaxing into a handsome grin.

"I can smell that, little vixen," he told her.

The clicks went silent. "Whoa, what...?" Gail paused, looking out around her camera at the pair - she had noticed the change in position and atmosphere. "Are you guys alright?"

"I-I'm fine," Ferrah said in a shaky, excited voice. "Aiden, what are you doi--"

"I'm role-playing," he said simply, still grinning. "General Scales is a conqueror, so I'm 'conquering' a lovely vixen."

Before she could ask him to elaborate her lips were caught in those of her male partner's, trading a deep kiss that caused Ferrah to whimper with need. She released her grip on his forearm and leaned into him, her heaving tits resting against his strong chest just as his clawed hand went to the curves of her ass and squeezed. The dew on her sweating netherlips seemed to build until a sheen of feminine slickness had stained the thing fabric of her outfit's panties, her scent strong in the air.

"Holy..." The bat stared at them for a few seconds, then quickly left her camera and drew a heavy curtain from one end of the backdrop area to the other, blocking the view to everyone else still waiting in the other lines - nobody had formed up on the Sauria backdrop queue since Ferrah and her boyfriend, not even in the ten minutes since she'd started.

"Hey Gail, you alright in there?" one of the photographers in the next backdrop asked.

"Uh, yeah, doing great!" she lied. "Just trying to get the right lighting for these shots, figured it was fine since there's nobody else in my queue."

"Fair enough. The crowd is dying down and the main con events are about to start, so you can take your break after this if you want."

"Oh, great! Yeah, I'll do that." She shot the pair an excited look, speaking quietly and digging her phone out of her pocket. "If you're going to do this, then I'm not gonna sit this out. Just, ah... keep going. We'll keep this as our little secret."

"Then we're taking some pics here, too," Cadmus told her. "Let's see if we can nail that con photo prize money."

"You read my mind," Gail grinned.

Aiden looked back to the vixen. "Looks like we're good to go, little vixen," he said in a low, seductive voice. "But does she have a name?"

"It's... Ferrah," she managed to whimper, panting as she allowed him to hold her close, nuzzling into his neck.

"And does it bother you that you have an audience, Ferrah?" he pressed. "Because it certainly doesn't _smell_like you have a problem with it."

Even had she a readied answer, the moment to respond was robbed from her as he shifted closer and grazed his bulge against her thigh. The vixen shivered at the contact a sharp pang of arousal burning in her lower belly. "I... you really should stop," she told him through little panting breaths, unable to help giving him a wild smile, her knuckles tightening over her staff. "I have a boyfriend already, he's here at the con."

"I saw him. Nice lookin' guy, I guess. But something tells me that hasn't stopped you from foolin' around with other guys before," he growled, licking just below her chin.

Oh god, why here? But even as the thought went through her head she was ready to catch the next incoming kiss, whimpering as her tongue struggled uselessly against his longer tongue. Now with the grip on her ass he was able to hoist her up, her tits pressed against his leather chest-piece and his bulge pushing against her pussy, displacing the thin strip of fabric that was keeping it hidden. A purr rolled through her as the act made her belly stir pleasantly, the vixen arching her back and moaning as she ground against the swell beneath his leather skirt. She felt a snap at her hip and chirped, pulling her muzzle away just in time to see his index claw sweeping up, her loincloth and panties fluttering to the floor beneath them, the latter piece completely soaked and torn at the waistband.

"Goddamn, she's ready for this," the shorter "Sharpclaw" chuckled.

"I've heard about this shit happening at cons, but I never thought I'd see it actually happening, much less _film_it," Gail muttered just loud enough.

"Hey, Aiden," the other "Sharpclaw" said. "Er... hey, 'General!' maybe you should show her who's the ruler of this world," he suggested with a lewd grin.

"How about it?" the dragon asked, grinning as he set her back down and pulled her in close. "I'm sure your boyfriend won't mind if we have a little fun around the con."

I just wanted to have a little fun at this con, not fuck it up like this! She licked her lips, her hand reaching out beneath the leather skirt and loincloth. Merely an inch and a half behind it, she felt the enormous swell of an impossibly-sized testicle resting in her palm, separated only by the thin fabric of his cloth shorts. Aiden reacted, taking in a breath and sighing, clearly enjoying the attention his balls were getting. One of his claws snaked up her back and neck, petting at her burning ears and she purred, her other hand tugging at the waistband.

She might as well have pulled the trigger of a starting pistol - in the space of a blink his enormous cock flopped out of his shorts, like a viper lunging in for a bite, slapping against her upturned palm and forearm. It was nothing like her boyfriend's meager dog dick; Aiden's cock was a bestial-looking tool that seemed half-horse, with an impressive flare even while half-erect. Her eyes went wide and she gasped at the sight of the sheer size and girth of his member, trying to wrap her head around how he was able to hide his beast of a cock in his shorts. Hers was not the only gasp either, with the smartphone in Gail's hands clicking several times and immortalizing the moment. Ferrah licked her lips, hunger settling in her pussy.

_Actually... this is going to be a lot more fun that I thought,_she amended to herself, her fingers wrapping around the base and feeling it pulse in her palm.

"I... it's so big, though," she whimpered.

"I'm sure you can handle it, cutie," the dragon told her, pulling her tribal bra down and exposing her tits. Without so much as a word to ask permission he palmed her right

"D-do you had a condom?" she blurted out.

The dragon blinked, then laughed. "Goddamn, sweetheart, I figured you were okay with just putting that muzzle to work. But if you're willing to go _that_far, I'd be glad to give it to you - raw only," he added with a sultry growl.

"Whoa, are you guys serious?" Gail said, looking around. "Here?!"

"We could leave and head to my room, if you'd rather not watch," Aiden offered. "Wouldn't want to get you in trouble with the staff here."

"No-- I mean..." The bat looked around, clearly nervous - and aroused if the hard nipples under her shirt were a clue. "If you keep it down and let me watch... mind if I take a few more for some... personal use?"

"Sheeeit," Cadmus grinned, "I'd be down to give you some personal_attention_, if you're free."

The bat blushed. "I mean-- but I've got a boyfriend, and--" She swallowed. "M-maybe... later?" she managed to whisper with an excited smile.

"How about it, 'Krystal?'" Aiden asked, treating her to that damned handsome smile of his. "I bet you'd make a fine queen for a Sharpclaw general." But the look in his eyes made it obvious that he wasn't simply role-playing. There was a solid confidence in that look, something in it that was certain she wasn't going to turn him down; that _this_was the kind of fun she would prefer to have.

A dampness on her arm caused her to look back down at his breeder cock. He hadn't softened in the slightest the entire time, his fat cock-head had been drooling on her forearm for almost as long. By now the musk of precum was so strong that it was starting to drive her horniness to dangerous heights; heights that had gotten her in trouble in the past, or at least _should_have gotten her in trouble. The last vestiges of her rational mind told her that eventually, she would be caught.

Her body and sex drive told her she'd already gotten this far. Why stop now?

She couldn't remember when she had dropped to her knees. One second she was staring down at the tool, weighing her decisions in her head (and his huge cock in her hands); in the next second she was staring up at it, feeling the weight of his length on her forehead. She breathed in, catching a clean and dirty scent at once, like a freshly showered, freshly aroused male ready to rut - an aroma that made her shudder. Her lips touched his balls and the massive rod twitched, a sigh coming from the dragon as he pet behind her ears. A whimper escaped her muzzle as she dragged her tongue up the throbbing shaft, smearing the strong-scented precum across his shaft and her tongue, the flavor enticing enough that before she could put conscious thought into her next action she had wrapped her lips around the head. Her first impulse was to suckle the tip like an oversized straw, purring as his sweet pre-nut lube satisfied her curiosity and palette.

Her ear flicked upon hearing Aiden's voice, but if he had said anything then she missed it. With one paw she began to stroke the full foot of dragon-cock she hadn't swallowed, working her palm and fingers into the throbbing flesh as she buried as much of it as she could into her muzzle and throat. As this happened she slid her paw between her legs, a pair of fingers curling into her heated cunt, soaking both digits with warm nectar.

"The little vixen has impressive skill with a staff, I see," Aiden growled, grabbing her hair and thrusting his hips, the head of his cock reaching the back of her throat. Were she not so familiar with huge cocks in the past, she knew she would have gagged, but as it was the sensation nearly took her breath away. Her cheeks burned from the compliment, though not as hot as the innuendo stoked the broiling sensation in her cunt. Several clicks sounded from off to the side and the burning only intensified, now that she was reminded that she had an audience of three watching her oral technique.

She threw her head back, gasping and coughing briefly as his cock slapped against her neck and tits, covered in a slick veneer of saliva and precum. It took only a moment for her to get her breath back, at which point she heaved her tits out and caught his pole between them, bringing her paws up and squeezing them around his shaft. Now the drake was groaning with a mix of surprise and lust, meeting her tit-fuck with the flexing of his hips, drilling the mast past her breasts until his balls bumped against her strenum. He countered her movements flawlessly, gliding the bestial cock through her cleavage and leaving a mess in its wake, precum splattering the mounds and dripping off her nipples.

"Holy shit you're good," Aiden growled, putting his claws over her hands to squeeze her tits tighter around his girth. With the extra grip he put more thrust behind his hips, the head of his cock bumping against her nose until she caught it in her muzzle again. "Got experience doing this to other men? Your boy there didn't look like he was packing much."

The words brought the slightest pang of guilt on her, easily washed out by the hot thrill she felt for doing it anyway. It made what she was doing feel more intense, extra wood to stoke the flames in her belly, a flame she was yearning to have doused by her new friend's breeding cock. Not that she would ever admit to Aiden that he was right about her boyfriend, who couldn't even begin to compare; he already had enough smug self-confidence without that validation - and damn it, she was getting turned on by it. Everything from the size, to the taste, to the aroma of a virile and handsome male, was making her mouth water even without his cock spewing more of his sweet pre-nut into her pretty little muzzle.

His body went rigid and he let out a snarl, his balls clapping against her tits with a final thrust that left her bust wrapped around the base of his cock. From her position she could see the thick cock-tube running beneath his length throb and swell upwards, until it reached the flared cockhead and a fountain of hot cum shot from his flesh cannon. The first musky glob arced high and landed directly against the awed vixen's muzzle, splattering against her nose and chin while the majority sloughed along her tongue. The sheer debauchery of the act made her body seize up in shock and lust, her fingers curling a little too sharply and pushing against her g-spot in just the perfect place to send her over with the dragon. She did nothing to move out of the way and cover her face as he drenched her tits and neck in alabaster, moaning as her lips quivered and a jet of femcum dribbled onto the floor beneath her.

"Holy_shit_," Gail squeaked. Ferrah's head lolled to one side, her eyes falling upon the bat as she worked her paw between her legs, her jeans and panties around her ankles. Nearby, Cadmus and Loki were pumping the last of their loads out of their cocks. Neither of them could contend with Aiden, but they were certainly more impressive than her boyfriend, and more than most women could handle. Gail seemed to think so as well, swallowing as she gave a sidelong glance at both of them.

None of them had lowered their phones, still recording the indecent act as Aiden's cock finally settled and softened. "That was... fucking amazing, Ferrah," he sighed, running a thumb along her cum-stained cheek. "Did you enjoy that, little vixen?"

"Uh-huh," she purred drunkenly, nuzzling into his hand and licking his wrist.

"But I should apologize, I ruined your cosplay quite a bit," he pointed out. It was true enough, her bare tits and face were stained with his cum, and her top was had tale-tell smears of his spunk. Strangely enough, she didn't seem to care.

"It's okay," she sighed, licking her lips. "That was... so much fun. Worth coming to this con in the first place."

"I couldn't agree more," Aiden grinned, petting behind her ears. "Still, we should probably get you cleaned up before we send you back to your boyfriend."

"H-here," Gail spoke up, tossing Ferrah a thick towel. "That was... so hot."

"Wanna join us?" Cadmus asked the bat, giving his length a jab in her direction.

"Fuuuck... I wanna," she whined. "But I gotta do more photos of the con all day."

"I'll give you my number," he offered, stowing his piece back in his costume. "And if you're up for it, you give me a call so Loki and I can meet with you."

"How about you?" Aiden asked, helping Ferrah up as she wiped the excessive of his jizz off her face.

"I... said I would meet my boyfriend later," she muttered reluctantly, picking up her loincloth and panties. The loincloth was still intact, but was now wet and translucent, while her panties were more or less ruined - Aiden had torn the waistband on the fragile fabric rather easily. "But I didn't say how long I would take. And I can't come back to him looking like this."

"Then how about you follow me and my buddies back to my hotel room?" he suggested with a suggestive leer. "I can let you use my shower, get you cleaned up and feeling just right for your boyfriend. And on the way there we can mix and mingle a bit, show off your cosplay to all the fans. You still look amazing."

He said it with the emphasis of a man who was turned on by what he was seeing, but to her it only meant he was being genuine. It was too late to lose her nerve, she was in it no matter the consequence. She pulled the loincloth back into position, her breath quickening once she noticed that it was possible to see she was wearing nothing beneath it if one inspected closely. But rather than upset her or unsettle her, it only turned her on more. The risk, as before, only made it better.

"If... you wouldn't mind escorting me," she purred.

"Oh not at all," he laughed, a dark look in his eyes as he dug into his satchel. "But I'd prefer to take my vixen prisoner."

Her brow furrowed at the remark, curious as to what he meant as he rummaged through his pack. When he pulled out a slave collar with a chain leash, her eyes went wide and her body flushed.

"So," Aiden said, giving her a lewd grin. "Do you surrender?"

The high that Ferrah had entered the convention in was now at a level she would have never dreamed of in years. With her "Sharpclaw" escorts and well-done cosplay, it was hard for_anyone_, male or female, to miss the shackeled, blue-painted vixen as she was guided through the crowd with a pair of "soldiers" at each side holding her by the arms, and "General Scales" bringing up the rear with his claws wrapped around the other end of the leash she was on. Every five minutes, the quartet of cosplayers was stopped by the con-goers to take a snapshot, with some of the crowd briefly getting into the role, though to her surprise none of them were cosplaying Fox.

But what quickened her pulse more than anything was that there were still unmistakable signs of the erotic moment she had shared with Aiden, streaks of dried cum on her neck and in her cleavage that nobody seemed to notice - at first. After an hour of meeting with fans, talking with other cosplayers, and taking photographs, however, a few of the con attendees seemed to stare at these streaks and started to put two and two together; though beyond a suggestive wink and knowing grin they said nothing about it.

They had to know. At least thrice a few of the attendees had asked her to stop and lift her leg to embrace "General Scales," taking photos at an angle that could only have revealed her sopping wet slit and lack of thong to keep it covered. The third time it happened, three hours into their moving around the con, came around the moment Aiden finally guided her out of the convention center and into the hall leading to the hotel.

She wondered how he could keep himself in check, to not "kidnap" her and ravish her out of sight of the attendees when he was still sporting a hard bulge, something she was constantly reminded of anytime he stood behind her or reached to feel for it. The anticipation of being fucked was so intense to Ferrah that she couldn't believe she hadn't just collapsed on the floor and flagged her tail up to beg him to fuck her; though the sheer audacity to continue role-playing with the trio of reptilian attendees was enough to keep her both horny and patient.

"I told you we'd get you clean," Aiden said in a low voice, just as the trio entered the elevator. "And we will. But for the sake of keeping in character, I would prefer to have you completely sullied by dino-cock before we cleanse you properly." He pulled her in close to him.

"Anything... for you, my lord," she whimpered, her legs trembling.

The moment the elevator doors closed, they descended on her.

It wasn't as if she new to indulging in the desires of strange men, but it was rare for her to be cornered by _three_of them. The trio worked in tandem and removed her clothing in short order, minus the bangles, wraps, and jewelry, leaving her completely nude and at the mercy of three horny men. Cadmus knelt and spread her legs apart before he buried his snout in her pussy, his tongue drilling her hot depths; Loki peeled off her outfit's top, his paws cupping her tits and admiring them with firm kisses and nips that made her purr and melt into Aiden's chest; and their leader entertained himself with giving the vulnerable vixen a deep kiss, his long tongue sliding so far into her muzzle that it slid into her throat and made her shudder. When he pulled his lips away she gasped and panted, her body ready for whatever would come next.

"Give yourself to me, 'Krystal,'" he growled into her ears.

Still an act. "I... won't give in, 'Scales,'" she mewled, blushing.

Even as she was assaulted from three different angles, pawed at and coveted like a sapphire treasure, she could not completely ignore the enormous risk they were taking - not least because the peril of being caught only turned her own more. At any point the elevator could stop at any of the twenty floors where convention attendees might be waiting, only to be met with the sight of a cute, naked blue vixen being shamelessly molested by a trio of reptilian barbarians. The seconds passed and she found herself hoping that the elevator would stop, hungering for the attention that she was getting from Aiden and his buddies.

Amazingly, they reached the twentieth floor without making a single stop, though none of the reptilian trio ceased in caressing her body until the doors slid open. Cadmus and Loki quickly pulled away from her and checked the hallways, nodding to Aiden as he scooped up the lust-drunk fox in his arms, a weak, surprised chirp sounding from her as she was carried down the hall.

It was a moment of brief respite, a chance for Ferrah to get her breath back from the breathtaking venture she had shared with the trio; and some time to bask in the attention she was getting. Even if she was being lusted after, she had to admit that her boyfriend had never given her the level of attentiveness that Aiden and his buddies were giving to her now. She clung to Aiden, wrapped her arms around his neck and burrowed her head into the his collarbone with a deep purr, anticipating the evening to come. She hadn't even heard Aiden opening the door, had barely noticed the subtle change in environment as they entered the air-conditioned room. It wasn't until Aiden had carefully set her in the double-king sized bed that she finally roused herself.

No words were needed between them as they continued to paw at her curves, the vixen's lips moving between all three of them in deep, unrestrained kisses. Her vision blurred and she lost herself in their lust, offering no resistance to their probing, savoring the touch of their hands as they massaged her breasts, groped her ass, or slid their palms over her belly or between her thighs. When one would break their kiss she would gladly accept the lips of another. It was only through hearing them move that she was aware that they were slowly stripping their cosplay outfits off, peeling their leather pieces off when they weren't locking lips with the vixen. When she finally did open her eyes, she could see all three of them almost completely naked, save for a few choice pieces of clothing like their vambraces and leg-guards that did nothing to hide their fully erect cocks from her.

One of them, she could not tell who, slid their fingers between her legs and she instinctively crossed them, trying to defend her otherwise vulnerable cleft from intrusion. But with three strong men combining to assault her, and having no true desire to resist the ecstasy they could provide, it took little more than two more clawed hands to pull her legs apart, allowing the third to press his palm against her heated, pouty folds. She chirped into Aiden's muzzle, arching her back on reflex, shivering as that same hand slid their fingers into her slick tunnel, skimming them across the hyper-sensitive roof of her pussy and drawing a moan from her.

"She's like an oven waiting for a bun," Cadmus growled. "Boss, can Loki and I--"

"I'm not going to be an asshole and ruin her before you get your chance to fuck her," Aiden assured him. "Just be sure you get all you can out of her - once I'm in there, it's not gonna be as tight."

"You're the best, 'General,'" Loki told him from Ferrah's neck, where his lips and teeth were teasing her with little nips and pecks.

"As for you," Aiden told her, "get started on prepping my men."

He pulled back and left her in the care of the other two men, but before she could ask him what he was going to do, both Cadmus and Loki pushed her to the bed and made up for his absence. Both men hunched over her prone body, catching a nipple in their lips and teasing her tits, swirling their tongues around each pink-tipped peak and sending shocks of warm bliss through her chest that caused her to let out a lustful mewl. Dizzy from the sudden advance she reached out blindly, her hands closing around both of their cocks and kneading the monstrous members beneath her fingers with every stroke she gave them. They responded in kind, swapping off the fingering they subjected to her burning, aching loins; one would drill her folds, while the other would thumb her clit with swift, quick circular rubbing.

Soon they were alternating between her tits and her lips just as frequently, one of them always keeping her muzzle muffled with their tongues intruding upon hers, while the other suckled and nipped on the tips of her ample tits. In minutes Ferrah was a mess of moans, sweat, and juice frothing from her burning cleft. The fingers were not enough.

"Please," she finally whimpered. "I need your cocks! I need one of you to fuck me!"

"Allow me, 'princess,'" Loki growled into her ear.

Through half-blurred eyes she watched as Cadmus moved aside and knelt next to her face, while Loki slid between her legs and grabbed her ankles, forcing her thighs apart and exposing her dripping gash for everyone to see. His girth slapped against her clit and she chirped, jerking in place and moaning, subjected to the teasing strokes of his cock brushing past her clit. She would have screamed had he waited a second longer to penetrate her, but just as it was bubbling in her throat he drew his hips all the way back and slid the head of his cock past her juice-slick netherlips, plowing into her tunnel with one smooth stroke.

The sudden, gliding intrusion stopped her howl a half-moment before she could let it out, reducing it to a sharp gasp and moan as the handsome lizard stud plugged her fuckhole with his girth, until his hips had connected against her ass. To say she hadn't had bigger would have been a lie; but it was certainly more than enough to satisfy the hunger in her loins, as her inner walls gnawed and squeezed around the intruder. Loki hissed softly, a look of lust-drunken satisfaction on his face as he tested her depths with a few cursory strokes that left her reeling. She had not gotten a good look as his cock, but her hyper-sensitive cleft almost seemed to draw it in her mind; a gifted, long prick with a swell near the end, curving upward almost perfectly, the head dragging against her g-spot and making her shiver.

When at last he seemed well-adjusted to her tightness he started his bucking, a steady, rapid pace that jabbed deep into her cunny, a viscuous cocktail of her honeyed lips and his precum causing a subtle suction in her tunnel that seemed to make her inner walls ripple with joy. Every thrust caused his tip to grind briefly against her g-spot, sending delicious shocks of joy through her lower body. Had she the ability to, she would have voiced her lust and ecstasy.

But it was Cadmus that had robbed her of any ability to speak, muffling her voice with his enormous cock. The salty taste of precum, the tang of the leftover seed he had spilled earlier spread along her tongue, her maw salivating at the taste of raw, potent breeder-cock. She was not idle in her compromised position, taking the brunt of Loki's hard, fast-paced fucking while enduring the slow, powerful thrusts of Cadmus forcing his cock into her muzzle and down her throat.

They stopped abruptly, the vixen letting go of Cadmus' prick in an attempt to ask what they were doing, but before she could ask Loki had grabbed her legs while Cadmus hoisted her from beneath her arms, pulling her to the end of the bed with her head hanging off the side. She let out a gasp when Loki slammed himself back into her soaked quim and returned to his rapid-paced rutting. With her muzzle open Cadmus slid his thick cock past her lips once more, face-fucking the fox with renewed vigor. Now his cock was in the perfect position to side deep down her throat, his strong-scented balls slapping against her face; unable to see she reached out blindly until her hands found Loki's upper arms, clinging to the for dear life as she was spoiled by the vicious spitroasting.

God, Krystal was a lucky bitch if she ever got it like this every day, she thought.

"She's a fucking treasure, man," Loki grunted. "Bet she loves having huge cocks, but she's fucking tight."

"You should give her mouth a try," Cadmus groaned. "The little slut is amazing!"

Through the grunting and growling, the muffled mewls and lewd splatters of slick body parts clapping together, her ears flicked at the sound of a camera click. So deep in a sea of lust, she was only able to open her eyes fractionally, raising her head just enough to search for the source of the sound while Cadmus continued to throat-fuck her. It took her only a moment to see it - Aiden holding up her own phone taking snapshots of her being fucked by two studs, a grin on his face as he watched her eyes widened in shock.

"Wah ahh 'oo 'ooeeg!?" she managed to choke out from around Cadmus' girth, the reptilian stud quickly and courteously pulling out of her muzzle.

"There y'go, love," he hissed affectionately.

"Thanks," she coughed. "W-what are you doing?!" she asked Aiden again.

"Winning you the photography prize," Aiden hissed playfully. "And typing your boyfriend a few texts to see that his vixen has been conquered."

"N-no, wait! You can't-- I mean, he--"

"Don't you worry, little vixen," Aiden chuckled, reaching down and rubbing behind her ears. "I haven't sent it. By the end of tonight, I'm gonna make you do it. But for now, I'm going to send the convention contest these photos - I'll bet good money this'll get us that "

"Whoa, you sure you wanna do that?" Cadmus asked.

"Actually, I checked the terms of service on their website," Aiden grinned. "It doesn't say shit about pornographic images. Probably an oversight, but we ain't breaking any rules. And hell, those pics the cute bat girl downstairs sent will probably be enough. It won't hurt to hedge out bets."

"Mff... okay," she whimpered, the risk of being caught stoking her heat once again and making Loki's fucking that much better. It was hard to be scared when she was horny; harder still when the fear just made the sin that much sweeter.

"C'mon, baby, focus on me," Loki told her, releasing her ankles and cupping her face as he worked his hips tirelessly. "You lovin' it? You're fuckin' tight right now, your boyfriend must be pathetic in bed."

"I love it! " she panted, squeezing her thighs around his hips, chirping as he nipped into her neck and licked up to her chin. "'Fox' was never this good!"

"Are you in season?" he asked. "You're hot enough, you're probably just ripe enough to breed properly."

I should lie.

"It... started a couple of days ago," she whimpered.

I'm not gonna lie. This is too perfect.

"Good girl, being so honest," Aiden told her, petting her head. "If you wanna cum in her, I'm not gonna stop you, buddy."

"You bet your ass I wanna cum in her," Loki groaned, and Ferrah could tell why - with her legs around his hips she could feel his his lower back muscles tensing up, his hips slowing and his cock throbbing, the tell-tale signs of a man close to blowing his load. "Cad, you wanna try this little bitch? I'm about to blow in her."

"Was hoping you'd ask," he growled. "She'll_need_ the sloppy seconds if I'm goin' in next."

"L-Loki, please," she whimpered, squeezing her thighs around his waist. She needed this, she could feel the tingle in her lower belly, the impending orgasm making her shudder with every thrust she endured. "I'm so close, I need it!"

"Anything you want, baby," he growled at her, putting more power behind his hips as he hammered it into her belly. "How about it, 'Krystal?' Want me to cum in you?"

"Fuck yes, fucking cum in me!" she cried out. "Fill me with your Sharpclaw seed!"

He dove in at that, holding her to his body as a lover would and claiming her muzzle with a deep kiss, his body flexing and rocking over her as he drilled his pulsing prick as deep into her depths as he could. Seconds later he threw his head up and arched his back, grinding the head of his cock into her, a snarl erupting from him as his throbbing tool spewed hot ropes of cum into her unprotected womb, the hot splashes of cum burning in her already-sweltering depths. The flood he channeled into her belly left her howling in bliss, clinging to the handsome stud as she gave herself to the breeding and accepted his seed, panting as the flow slowed and ceased.

Through it all, Aiden continued to record, a smirk on his face as he got behind Loki. "Get a load of this, Cad," he chuffed. "Nice and slow, Loki, let's see how much you left in there."

She didn't need to ask what they were talking about, as Loki groaned and lifted up his hips and ass, dragging his cock little-by-little from her filled cleft. When at least the thick head of his cock popped out from her suckling netherlips, she felt his load oozing out of her slit and onto the bed, chirping as his cock-head kissed her clit briefly and left a thin string of cum connecting the two for a few moments before breaking.

"Fuck yeah, Loki, that's an awesome shot there," Cadmus grinned, thumping the stud's back. "Don't be surprised if she calls you up in a few months."

"Love my work," he panted, looking more than a little pleased with himself as he crawled to the head of the bed.

"Good work, soldier," Aiden rumbled. "Take a break, Cadmus is next. You're not done yet, slave," he added, glaring at Ferrah - an act, she knew, but damn he was playing his part well. "Clean him up and thank him for his brood, and get ready for the next."

"Y-yes, my lord," she whimpered, rolling onto her hands and knees and flagging her tail up. Now the excess cum was trickling along her clit, pooling beneath her as she serviced Loki's still-firm cock, kissing and licking up the dregs of his load and swallowing without complaint as Cadmus got in position behind her, slapping his thick tool against her cum-slick folds.

The moment he pushed into her, she realized why Loki had been the first to go in. The taller reptilian lover was talented, passionate, and had a length any man of any species would be proud of, with a satisfying thickness. But while Cadmus was noticeably shorter in length (though still longer than most men), his girth was almost too much for her to process in the opening seconds. A keening yowl left Ferrah as he buried his oversized cock into her cunny, quickly displacing Loki's load, the sheer thickness scraping past her sensitive walls and leaving her completely breathless. By the time his hips were pushed up against her ass, her lower belly felt blissfully full of reptilian cock, the vixen now gasping and moaning despite Cadmus not even beginning to thrust.

"I think she loves it, Cad," Loki smirked. "Give it to her."

"Oh I'm gonna," he hissed, grabbing her hips.

"P-please, give me a second," she begged him, half hoping he wouldn't.

"Nope."

There was a half-hearted plea on the tip of her tongue that never left, shattered completely when Cadmus rolled his hips back halfway and railed forward with a hard thwap, reducing her first word to a choked gasp as the shock seemed to stun her lungs. The second stroke got a mewl out of her, now reminded of why she adored thick cocks as his immense girth almost seemed to split her apart, testing the limits of her pussy. While Loki had been passionate and agile, spearing his length in just the perfect spots to make her climax, Cadmus was slow and brutal, hammering her depths with vicious, powerful thrusts that shook her very core. It was almost impossible to breath while suffering the aftershock of each blow, forcing her to time her breathing; and yet, it felt amazing. Every time his hips connected against her ass, the heavy blow would cause his heavy nuts to clap against her clit.

"I think our cute little bitch is speechless," Loki snickered. Try as she might to form words, nothing but gasps and moans would leave her throat. "Keep that muzzle open, sweetheart, you have a job to do."

It took her several moments to process what he had said, staring down at his cum-stained tool a mere two inches away from her muzzle. Job... yes... need to... clean his cock. Need to serve... my masters...

It only took Cadmus' giving her another heavy thrust for her to fall halfway forward and slide her lips around the other reptilian lover's maleness. Now stuck between two talented and gifted studs, she started to instinctively move her body to get the most out of her breeding. When Cadmus drew back she would lean in and swallow Loki's cock to the base, lashing her tongue along the surface and suckling up the subtle taste of his seed; when Cadmus slammed forward, she would drew back and buck her ass back to meet his hips, her clit aching from the intense shock of bliss his balls would inflict on it, her inner walls bearing down around his swollen, throbbing prick.

"Fucking delicious, this one," Cadmus groaned. "You're a good girl, aren't you."

Her ears burned and her tail swished, feeling a pang of pride and affection. Fuck, I love it when they say that. The feel of Loki stroking her face tenderly only made it better.

"She likes that - such a pretty little thing. She deserves to be treated to a proper breeding from her owners," the taller reptile hissed. "Do your best, and our general might take you to be his."

Mentioning the 'general' caused her eyes to flick towards Aiden, and in that moment she almost wished she hadn't. The largest of the trio was grinning down at her, still holding his enormous dragon-cock by the base, dripping with its strong-scented pre-seed. Even with her lips and tongue working Loki's shaft, she could still taste Aiden's cock in the back of her mind, an instinctive memory burned into her senses. It was enough to bring a surge of hot bliss to her core, gripping hard around Cadmus as he hammered in once again.

"Fuuuuck she's got a grip on me," Cadmus growled. "Gonna--"

She drew her muzzle back, stroking Loki with one hand as she looked back to Cadmus. "D-don't pull out, give me all of it!" she cried out.

Not more than a second had passed after she had said it, when she felt the rush of hot seed pulsing into her womb, a warmth that seared the inside of her belly like a liquid brand. It was all that was needed to push her over again into another climax, her back arching and her ass grinding hard against his hips as her fertile void drank his spunk until it could hold no longer. With nowhere left to go, the excess spilled past the seal of her gripping pussy walls and his girth, splashing against his balls and staining the bedsheets beneath her. She barely noticed Loki grunting and going rigid in front of her, painting her face and tits in another glazing layer of cum that she tried weakly to catch in her muzzle, managing to snare only a single rope of it on her lips.

Arousal outstripped her endurance and she flopped to the side, chirping as she felt Cad's cock slip out of her while a deluge of his spunk flowed out of her hole. A deep purr vibrated through her body as she felt Loki and Cadmus pawing at her, soothing away the fatigue they had inflicted on her. For a pair of cosplayers taking the role of barbaric conquerors from Sauria, they were attentive enough, sitting on either side of her as she cleaned their still-firm pricks.

But she wasn't sated. Not yet. She only needed a breather, five minutes to get her breath back. "You guys... must do this often," she purred from around Cadmus' shaft.

"Only with beautiful women," Aiden told her, sitting at the end of the bed. "And we actually weren't expecting to get any tail this weekend. Now that we have, we're not gonna give it up - not till I've had my turn, at any rate," he added, licking his lips.

"Who says I'll wanna leave once you've had your turn?" Ferrah said automatically. Her heart skipped as her brain registered what she'd said, noticing the grin Aiden was giving her.

"Oh? Don't you wanna get back to your boyfriend?" he asked, arching an eyebrow as he climbed onto the bed and got into position, his titanic cock flopping against her belly with a meaty slap that made her womb tingle. "Because I don't mind keeping you here for the entire weekend, if you're in no hurry."

"I mean... I think he can occupy himself for a while," she panted, her claws digging into the sheets as he pulled her in, spearing his length along her stomach until his balls were flush against her netherlips. She touched the tip of his handsome cock, noting how far up it seemed to travel along her body - easily past the navel.

Oh god, I love it when they're this huge...

"This is... I mean, I know I already asked, but do you have a condom?" she asked, swallowing at the thought of his beast going in bare. "This thing could actually... you know..."Why am I even asking that? she wondered. I already took two loads, it's like I'm actively trying to sabotage my chances at great sex.

"My buddies went in bare and you were good with it, and I'm not going to go just once," he growled seductively. "And I'm not going to ruin something so good with a rubber, assuming there was one that could even fit me. Besides, be honest with yourself - do you even want me to use protection? Or would you prefer to be ravaged the way a mammal on Sauria would, with the risk of going raw?"

Who am I kidding. Do I ever say no to that when I'm in heat?

"Breed me hard," she whimpered, squirming under him - the warmth in her belly flared again. "Rut me until I lose my fucking mind. I need you to fuck me, I don't care how long it takes."

"Even if it means cumming inside you?" he growled. "If you don't say no now, I might not hear you when you say no later."

She stared directly into his eyes. "I will never say no."

"Fine - but that makes you my prisoner for tonight, 'Krystal,'" he growled, running his tongue along his lips and jowls as he pulled his cock back and pressed the head against her clit, probing her supple outer folds. "I gave you enough chances to leave."

"Don't hold back, 'Scales!'" she moaned, flexing her hips and trying to catch his cock in her netherlips.

His bestial tip grazed her clit, and the sensation was like a pleasurable zap of heat burning through her tunnel, a shiver running through her spine as she seemed to loosen. With his cock in hand it would have been as easy as guiding it into her quivering tunnel, and yet he seemed more interested in teasing her, painting her swollen vaginal lips with his salivating cock-head, as if to mark it as his own. A sudden shift in his hips angled it perfectly, and the head slid between her netherlips, pushing them apart and breaching her opening, her silky folds sliding around the pulsing girth. The intrusion was slow, deliberate, drawn out for the obvious purpose of making her writhe beneath his superior body, filling her quim in a way that only a handful of studs could achieve; a deep, hollowed-out sensation as the throbbing monster almost seemed to split her apart, overwhelming her hunger for raw cock. And through it all, she watched as the enormous, bestial tool plowed into her belly, a subtle swell showing her exactly how far inside her it was, well past the navel. His warm, twitching balls rested against her upturned ass just as she felt the head nestle perfectly against the gate to her womb - and when at last he was hilted as deeply as he could be, she found it nearly impossible to breathe.

He climbed on top, pinning her down with his body weight and ensuring she would not be able to escape her breeding. Not that she had a mind to. Every twitch of her pussy, every powerful throb of his cock, made her whimper and whine with joy, her legs wrapping around her conqueror and squeezing around his hips. When his powerful hip and back muscles drew his cock out of her depths she gasped, the mushroom head of his draconic member scraping against her inner walls and scooping out the two previous loads she'd taken, the still-warm seed leaking between her thighs and ass. She nearly cried out as he pulled roughly half of his breeder cock out of her depths, feeling strangely empty and distressed from how little of him was in her now.

He reburied himself back into her folds and she wailed, her fingers digging hard into his biceps as she clung for dear life and took the brunt of his savage thrust into her belly, heralded by the thick clap of his heavy nuts swatting against her ass. That one thrust alone was enough for her to throw her head back and scream, her body wracked with a hot climax that spilled onto the sheets beneath her, her inner walls twitching and gripping around his cock as he began to rut her. Even past the shock and ecstasy of her orgasm she could feel the bliss of being utterly filled by a male, the rush of adrenaline in her blood making her feel every inexorable thrust; the only sense her climax had dulled was her vision. Her breath caught in her chest as he thrust down into her, pounding away at her sopping-wet cleft, the shock of each hammering blow sending intense waves of rapture through her lower body. The burning in her belly felt inflamed, as if his cock were a poker stirring and stoking her heated hole. Muzzle open from gasping and squeaking beneath her lover, she could not defend her vulnerable lips as he kissed her once more, muffling the screams of bliss and lust she would have otherwise let out into the air.

It took nearly a minute for her eyesight to clear, looking back up to see a strange, almost wicked smile on his face.

"You love this cock, don't you."

"I love it so much, god, it's so fucking deep!" she moaned.

"You guys got this?" he said, looking to Cadmus and Loki. Ferrah managed to roll her head to one side, spotting both his reptilian friends - who were recording the event on their phones, stroking their proud pricks.

"We'll join in a bit," Loki told him. "I want as least one more go, let's see how many dicks she can handle at once. She can barely handle yours, boss."

"It's so close, little vixen. There's nothing to prevent me from flooding your womb and siring my brood in you. You can be my prisoner, my slave, or my consort - but if only for tonight, 'Krystal'... you belong to me."

For several shocked seconds Ferrah could not speak, too stunned at how effective he was, how far he was taking his roleplay - and whether he was actually being serious and simply hiding it behind his acting. The only thing more insane was how she replied.

"Claim me, 'General!'"

In seconds she realized just how much Aiden had been holding back, his whole body flexing and straining to rut the vixen beneath him, rocking her with enough force that the bedsprings creaked and the headboard slammed against the wall. Tears of joy rolled down Ferrah's face, her contributions to the breeding limited to weakly jerking her loins up to meet his cock, futile squeezes of her cunt around his girth to slow his thrusts, gripping his arms and enduring as best she could. Now she could hear his growling, snarling grunts as they grew in volume in pitch, the strain of a stud ready to breed his bitch.

His body seized up and her mewling stopped with a hiccup, just as the bloom of white-hot heat filled her belly. Whatever Cadmus and Loki had poured into her womb had long since been displaced, serving only as sufficient lubricant and nothing more; not in the face of Aiden's torrent. The first jet of potent dragon-seed was more than enough to splurt out from around his cock, filling Ferrah with a pressure she only ever felt from true breeding studs. A victorious roar rang through the room as he rolled his hips into her ass, his rod throbbing and distending powerfully, draining his balls into the mewling, quivering vixen and causing her belly to swell.

Too much. I'm gonna die, this is too fucking good.

Her grip on Aiden's arms weakened and her hands fell to her side, her vision blurring once more as exhaustion overtook her...

She awoke to the pleasant sensation of lips around her tits, stirring weakly and feeling strangely heavy. Her eyes opened and fell upon Loki and Cadmus, both men licking and kissing her vulnerable breasts.

"She's up, boss," Loki said.

"Good thing we had enough time to add her 'bracelets,'" Cadmus sniggered.

She blinked, wondering what they meant and raising her hand up to check - only to be met with the sight of a heavy, legitimate-looking shackle on each of her wrists, a foot-and-a-half long chain between them. A wild smile curved across her muzzle, amazed at how prepared these men had been to bring something like this to the convention. Past them, she could see Aiden's huge, cum-stained cock throbbing between her legs, still at full mast as it drooled and dribbled in the cool air. She shivered the moment her mind registered Aiden's breathing next to her ears.

"You passed out, little vixen," Aiden murmured. "Not bad for the first session. But we've been doing all the work."

A shiver roiled through her spine as he placed a hand over the swell of her cum-filled belly, giving it gentle, circular rubs. Ignoring the risk attached with the sight was impossible - and while she'd beaten the odds before, the thought of her luck running out was sinfully exquisite."I... I'm sorry, my lord," she whimpered, squirming slightly, feeling his shaft pressed against her quim, her sloppy netherlips kissing the base of his cock.

"You good for one more?" he whispered. "Loki and Cadmus want to get one last shot in before they go find Gail and fuck her brains out."

"I... can do more than that," she purred. "If it's you, I think I could go all night."

"Good girl," Aiden hissed, and she blushed from the encouragement. "Whenever you're ready, I want you to show me how bad you need my cock - and be prepared to take another two, as well."

Oh fuck... if that means what I think it does...

The implications were enough to rouse her strength, shaking off the pleasant soreness of being thoroughly fucked by three studs - separately. She hadn't needed to expend any energy being railed into bliss by her captors, only endure the sheer pleasure they had given her. Even with her wrists shackled she found it easy to turn around in Aiden's arms, pressing her palms against his chest and giving him a sweet, gentle kiss, one she would have reserved for her boyfriend only, yet she couldn't deny the dragon had deserved the genuine affection for all the fun she was having. It seemed to leave him without words for a few moments, though he did give her a smile that was neither dark nor lascivious.

She pushed herself off of him and onto unsteady legs, though Loki and Cadmus quickly got to either side of her and held her up as she stood. It was necessary, Aiden was simply too big for her to take all of his prick just laying down on top of him. She only needed to lower herself less than halfway before she felt the head of his cock brush against her clit, the sudden surge of pleasure making her sway slightly before she reached down and grabbed his thick breeder with both her shackled hands, keeping it angled directly at her cleft. With aching slowness she descended, her netherlips parting and swallowing the dragon's proud mast as she took her rightful place in his lap, mewling as she took him to the root without complaint, his girth displacing the creampie she had been given. Whatever discomfort she had earlier was nowhere to be felt.

His cock was perfect.

It was on her to begin the rhythm, putting her hands on Aiden's chest and beginning to ride his cock, lifting herself out of his lap before dropping back down, gasping as the shock of bliss rolled through her lower body. Aiden's hands slid over her ass and pulled her down, guiding her efforts, the vixen following the movements carefully and immediately rewarded with a sharp surge in pleasure as the change in angle ground his cock against her g-spot - the 'general' knew what he was doing. Before long she was bouncing on his lap, panting and moaning as she worked for his seed.

The work it took to breed herself on Aiden's cock was enough that she almost didn't notice movement next to her. It wasn't until she felt Cadmus' stiff prick nudging against her snout that she shook herself out of her lust and turned to the thickset reptile, who wore a lewd grin.

"Open up, princess."

She didn't even waste a second, wrapping her lips around his girth and bobbing along the shaft like an expert pornstar, all while keeping her hips in motion, squeezing her vaginal walls around Aiden's shaft. Yet she didn't need to spare extra through to her efforts, the act of servicing two cocks at once as instinctive as it was enjoyable. Both of her body's lips slid over the reptilian pricks, both men thrusting against her as they enjoyed her body.

Then she felt Aiden pulling her asscheeks apart, exposing her pucker. Her eyes shot open and she twisted just slightly enough to see Loki settle in behind her. Her heart hammered in her chest as he got into position, spearing his long cock between her butt-cheeks. A warm trickle of liquid splattered against her asshole and she relaxed a little, realizing that the handsome lizard had no intention of going in dry, lubing up her pucker and his shaft.

"Brace yourself, sweetheart," Loki warned her gently.

His intrusion was sudden and smooth, impaling her ass with a single stroke and matching the pace she had set. The rhythm suffered only slightly as her back arched and she squeaked, swaying from a mild climax that caused her cunny walls to ripple around Aiden's shaft. She hadn't even been given a chance to get accustomed to the penetration, reduced to moaning around Cad's prick as Loki rutted her ass, matching against her movements so that he and Aiden hilted her at the same time. Still shivering and writhing from the orgasm she was suffering through, she could do little more than allow all of it to happen, her ass and legs somehow still working as she rode Aiden's shaft.

In seconds she was moving her body between the three of them, rolling her hips between Aiden and Loki while keeping her lips and tongue working on Cadmus' cum-stained shaft; movements she had cultivated from the many long and exhausting gang-bangs she had allowed herself to be a part of. What set the trio fucking her apart from many other trios she'd spent time with was the carnal energy they exuded, pawing at her body and rutting her with all the strength they had available. Loki's hips clapped her ass hard, giving her a few delightfully raunchy slaps to either cheek; Cadmus had grabbed her hair, face-fucking her and forcing her into deep-throating his thickness; and Aiden bucked into her quim, the head of his cock pressed dangerously against her cervix and ready to fire his potent baby-batter into her womb again. But they were not needless cruel, either. Every so often, Loki would kiss the back of her neck. Cadmus would rub her cheek tenderly when he slowed down to regain his stamina. Aiden would suckle her tits or lick at her throat.

"God, this slut is perfect," Cadmus groaned. "Bitch must really love taking cock that don't belong to her boyfriend." The words brought a sting to Ferrah that was somehow pleasant, reminding her of what she was doing.

"Aww, she ain't a slut," Aiden countered. "Well... no, she's absolutely a slut, she sure seems to love big cocks. But she's a good girl, too. Probably loves to spend time being affectionate like this." Aiden's praise was like a salve on the sting, making her purr and smile around Cadmus' prick. "Look, she likes being told she's a good girl, see?"

"I'm... not gonna last long at this rate," Loki groaned. "Fuck, gonna cum soon!"

"I'm right with you there, bro," Cadmus grunted. "Get ready, 'Krystal,' this one's gonna be big."

She braced herself, grabbing Cadmus' hips as best she could with her shackled hands while squeezing her tailhole around Loki's throbbing shaft. By now precum was leaking down her legs or her chin and throat, evidence that she had done well in treating her two other lovers - if the fact that they had tightened their respective grips on her ass and hair weren't enough. Her ass was pleasantly sore from Loki's rutting when he finally snarled victoriously, hilting his breeder-cock as deep as it could go and pumping gouts of hot cum into her belly; at roughly the same time Cadmus let out his own groan, grinding his balls against Ferrah's chin as he poured his spunk down her throat, leaving her to twitch and squirm in their grasp while inhaling the scent of fresh, hot sex through her nostrils. For thirty long seconds she could do nothing but endure, letting the pair ride out their loads, until Cadmus pulled back and shot a few large ropes of musky seed onto her face, while Loki gasped and fell back on his hands, his output leaking out of her tailhole and down her inner thighs.

"Good girl," Aiden praised her, nuzzling her neck. "You did well."

"Th-thank you, General," she whimpered, clinging to him. "I only... live to serve."

"You'll do more than that," he growled tenderly. "It's time for you to carry my heir and take your place by my side. Do you accept, 'Krystal?'"

It was more than roleplay at this point - he was actively pointing out the risk they were taking, the fact that she had already taken three unprotected loads and was about to take a fourth, along with the next few loads Aiden would no doubt give her throughout the next two days. She could have stopped at any moment, told them not to cum inside her, and she knew they would have listened. Of course, the odds could be on her side again, with no repercussions; but then again, it could already be too late. He was giving her one last out.

This is insane. I'm fucking crazy. I want it - no, I need it. This is why I'm here. This is why I should say no.

Lust won out over logic.

"Y-yes!" she cried out, a surge of adrenaline flowing through her body as he flipped her onto her back once more.

In seconds he had pinned her hands to the bed next to her head, fingers entwined, palm-to-palm. Instinctively she raised her head to meet his kiss, screaming into his lips as he powered his hips into her and began to rut her thoroughly, his heavy balls swatting her ass with audible claps. Deep beneath her navel she could feel the head of his swollen breeder-cock hammering against the gate to her womb, could almost imagine the sizzling, potent sting of cum leaking into her vulnerable belly. Her legs locked around his waist, though they could not keep his powerful body from drawing his hips away; her pussy clenched and gnawed around his throbbing piece each time it buried itself into her cleft, though it couldn't slow his frantic rutting. The kiss broke and she threw her head back, crying out from yet another orgasm, her vaginal walls fluttering around his shaft as it continued to drill her depths. Above her Aiden was grunting, grinding his hips against her thighs and ass, his breathing heavy and labored as his thrusts slowed in pace yet grew in intensity.

He released her hands and stopped, reaching over to the side and grabbing her phone. There was a moment where the haze of lust in his eyes cleared, looking as though he was reading something on the screen. Without an explanation a grin appeared on his face and he tapped her screen, then mewled again as he started up his pace.

"Wh-what are you doing?!" she moaned.

"Immortalizing the memory," he growled. "Gonna send your boyfriend Fox a video, let him see his girl getting knocked up by the General."

"W-wait, you can't!" she cried out, but she made no attempt to stop him, feeling the crazed, lustful smile on her face. It was so fucked up, not knowing if he was being serious or not, and yet she could not muster any resistance.

"Stare at the camera, baby - lemme see what you look like when you're filled by a stud!"

He slammed back into once again and she screamed, clawing at the sheets again and writhing beneath her lover, gyrating her hips as best as she could to take the full length of his cock, matching his movements as if the couple had been fucking each other all their lives. Her face and body burned with shame and exhilaration, savoring the fear and raunchiness of being ravished and recorded. And to either side, she could see Loki and Cadmus grinning again, their phones recording the moment from separate angles. All she could do was perform for them, sing her bliss to them, her body rocked by the rutting of her "General."

He jerked in place and roared once more, his feral cry shaking the walls as he proclaimed his sexual victory over Ferrah, his balls drawing up into him as he flooded her womb with an unbelievable deluge of dragon-spunk, filling every crevice her womb possessed and expanding the space within, her belly swelling with his virile seed. Her back arched and she looked down, gasping and mewling while she watched her belly grow, savoring the searing sensation of her womb filled beyond capacity. Her vision hazed and her head swayed to one side, her eyes staring up at the handsome dragon, their eyes locked with each other's.

"Th-thank you, my General," she whispered.

The last thing she felt before exhaustion took her was the feeling of his lips touching hers once more.

Even as she rested, she could feel her body being moved around, though she was somewhat aware that she was not molested in her sleep. When she finally stirred it was to the sensation of being soaked in water, a clean and sweet aroma in the air as a pair of hands slid over her breasts.

"Wakin' up, little vixen?" Aiden murmured in her ear.

She breathed in and her eyes opened, finding herself shoulder-deep in a bathtub with pleasantly hot water, relaxing against Aiden's chest. Her wrists were no longer shackled, and her jewelry pieces were nowhere to be seen. Her lover's hands were cupping her breasts, fondling them nicely before rubbing into her chest fur. There was still a slight swell in her stomach, a reminder of what they had done - and what they would likely continue to do.

"That... was amazing," she sighed. "What happened?"

"You got tuckered out. It's no problem, you're not the first I've worn out on a date. But I really should apologize for what happened, I might have taken things too far and... ruined your cosplay," he admitted sheepishly.

Slight worry grew in her, ready to ask what she meant. But the moment she sat up she understood what he had done, though she was sure it was unintentional. The dye that she had used to color her fur blue and white had been washed out while she was bathed, revealing her peach-colored fur. The tub even sported a subtle blue ring around the rim, making her realize this was the second time she was being bathed. Twelve hours ago, something like this would have caused her to freak out.

Instead, she giggled.

"Well... that's what I get for using a cheaper brand of fur dye," she laughed.

"You're not pissed?" Aiden asked, smiling.

"Hon, this was a small price to pay for some of the best sex I've ever had in my life," she purred, turning around so she could nuzzle into the crook of his neck. "Besides, I have some extra dye back in my own room, in case I need it." She stretched, squeaking as her body popped in several places and relaxed. "How long was I out?"

"About an hour, just long enough for me to give you a good wash. Loki and Cadmus already left to meet up with Gail. In fact, Loki reckons he knocked her up already, she's lovin' the attention - and so is her boyfriend, apparently," he grinned.

"You have some pretty filthy soldiers under your command, 'General,'" she told him, kissing the tip of his snout. "But seriously... thank you, Aiden. This was so much fun."

"'Was?'" he repeated, giving her a knowing look. "The convention isn't over."

"It isn't, and we're not done," she agreed. "But I'll have to call my boyfriend and let him know what's up." Her heart skipped, remembering the recording. "Oh, shit! What if he sees--"

But the raw anxiety of being found out was immediately displaced as Aiden leaned in and kissed her cheek. "Stay calm. I was fucking around with you, he's not gonna see the recording."

"What do you mean?" she asked, frowning.

"You probably didn't hear it, but your boyfriend sent you a text from a different number," he chuckled. "Apparently, his phone was stolen while he was taking a photo with some game developers, and he was going to head back to your room tonight. I did send the recording to his phone, but he's never gonna see it."

She could not help feeling a little bad hearing it, but she still managed a relieved smile. "I guess that's lucky."

"Don't worry 'bout your boy," he suggested. "He said he's having a great time."

"Still... I better get back to him, to let him know I'm alright," she sighed.

"And then after that...?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

... I should say no. But who am I kidding? Krystal sure as hell wouldn't.

"And then after that...? Well, if you still want to win that photo contest, you might want to take a few more pics," she grinned.

He let out a loud laugh, then grabbed the vixen and pulled her into his lap. She giggled, feeling his cock rubbing against her slit again, more than prepared to go again.

"Hell, you take the prize money. General Scales already won _his_prize."