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A Real Festival Celebration

Chapter 3

For Mizzukat

By Draconicon

"Heh, I'll never get tired of a view like this..."

Gus wiggled his toes, enjoying the feeling of the bodyguard rhino beneath his feet. The slippery, slimy feeling of that tongue wiggling between his digits, ground into spaces both sweaty and musky, was a nice little mental high. He loved the feeling of putting people in their place, and this was the fourth rhino that he had found that needed to learn a little bit of respect for the common man.

He reached around behind him, rubbing between the ears of the wolf kid that had been under their protection. The wolf groaned, sticking his tongue out a bit further -

"Mmmm, that's the spot..."

Rolling his hips back and forth to get that tongue in just a bit deeper, Gus felt the wolf sliding a bit deeper between his cheeks. Two more rhinos knelt at either side, forming a throne with their hands, which in turn kept him from falling too far down and squishing the wolf beneath him. Also made for a good rimming chair, considering that the rich canine hadn't stopped licking his ass for the last half hour.

"Mmmph, yeah...just a little...a little more..."

His free hand worked his dick while the other gently pushed his prey in a bit further. It was just as good as the feeling of that broad rhino tongue working over his toes and down his sole. They were all so much higher up the food chain than he was, carrying themselves so high and mighty with their money and fancy clothes. Not that fancy once they got a good blast of the guitar, though.

Gus panted as he flicked his piercing, the Prince Albert vibrating for a few short seconds through the head of his cock and almost taking him over the edge right then and there. He brought his other leg up, pressing his dry foot against the rhino's cheeks, feeling the soft huff of wet breath against his feet.

"Go on...jerk off...enjoy yourself..."

He grinned as the rhino's glazed-over eyes closed, barely half-open as the naked bodyguard jerked himself off. He could feel the throbbing under him, his tail twitching around the wolf's cock as he got eaten out.

Almost there...almost...

Gus didn't last long, and neither did his 'victims.' They came with him, all four rhinos and their charge, and the ground was soon sticky with cum. White lines ran across the earth, and across the rhinos themselves, and particularly along the wolf beneath him.

"Ah...ah..."

He smiled, chuckling as he hopped out of their hands. The familiar, slick feeling of tongue-slime all over his pucker - and inside it - kept him good and hard as his slippery feet hit the earth. He turned around, looking down at the empty-eyed wolf, and shook his head.

"None of you know how to have a good time, I swear. Coming all this way to a music festival, and you get knocked out the minute that you get the good stuff. How the hell do you even function out there?"

There was no answer, of course. Gus shook his head again and grabbed the canine's pants. A couple hundred dollar bills were in the prick's wallet, and he pulled those into a tight bunch before shoving them into the little leather strap he'd taken for a belt. He checked the folds of the wallet for anything else -

"Hello, what's this?"

A business card. Not one for the wolf's family, either, from the looks of things. He tilted it to the left and right, seeing a tell-tale shimmer of slime and invisible ink.

"One of you got a lighter?"

One of the slack-jawed bodyguards nodded, holding out one with a heavy hand. Gus took it and flicked it until flame danced from the end, holding it a few inches under the card.

As expected, the flame lit up a new message on the otherwise blank rectangle. A name floated out of the white, shimmering orange and black in color, and Gus grinned as he recognized it.

Giltadoa, huh? Well, didn't think you'd be at this ass-end of a festival...

"You guys clean yourselves up, take your guy back to his room, and make sure that you take some time to enjoy him. He'll be out of it long enough that I doubt he'll care if you take your paycheck out on his ass. Just don't do anything to really hurt him."

As for the lion, he had something else to enjoy. He doubted that he'd be entirely coherent after the session with Giltadoa, but then again, nobody really wanted to be. First, though, he'd leave the guitar in Raul's room. Better not to bring that where he might get too fucked up to remember to take it with him.

#

It didn't take long to find the hybrid's RV when he knew it had to be around. Giltadoa was one of those living legends on the festival circuit, barely allowed in by most of the more reputable places and for good reason. The hybrid toad/gila monster produced one of the most potent, addictive drugs on the planet naturally, and while he couldn't harvest and bottle it without getting the law on his ass, there was one way to enjoy it. Knocked you flat on your ass most of the time, but it was a high that was damn well worth the exorbitant costs.

Gus found the RV near the edge of the cliff. Probably had come close to sliding off during the earthquake if he didn't miss his guess, but the fact that it was still there meant that the hybrid was still here to make money. From the moaning that the bottomless lion could hear more than twenty feet away, it sounded like Giltadoa was doing his usual good job.

Let's see if you remember me from last time...

Gus pulled the hundreds from his belt. From what he remembered, three hundred should be just enough for about an hour's session. More than enough for what he needed, but then again, the hybrid might have raised his prices.

He reached the RV door, not surprised that the moans were getting louder. Without a moment's hesitation, Gus pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Just as he thought, the hybrid was busy. Giltadoa was somewhat obscured by the brown-furred field mouse getting a dose already, the rodent's mouth hanging open and drool running out of his muzzle. He was sucking on the hybrid's thumb, panting all the while, oozing into his pants. The profile view was, quite honestly, quite perfect for the erotic show.

Then the hybrid dealer looked at him. Gus raised the bills, fanning them out for the hundreds to show, and the dealer chuckled.

"Yeah, you're done, kid."

The mouse moaned, stumbling backward at the nudge that he got, only for Gus to catch him and guide him down to the door. The wobbling little mouse barely managed to get out without falling flat on his face, and he shut the RV door again before turning to the legendary man himself.

Giltadoa was an alias, of course. Gus didn't know the other man's real name, and he didn't really want to know. Too many complications there. What he did know was that the big guy still had the goods...

And that was true in all kinds of ways. He looked the hybrid up and down, enjoying the view of the naked toad-like man from the half-webbed toes to his chubby but muscular gut, all the way up to that wide head and broad mouth. Giltadoa rolled his head around, licking his lips with a reptilian forked tongue, showing the fangs of the other side of his heritage as he leaned against the couch built into one corner of the RV.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the music master?"

"So it is," Gus said, chuckling. "I didn't think that I'd find someone like you around this place. Felt too...boring for someone of your talents."

"I follow the money."

"I figured when I found your business card on one of the losers. Really? Selling to the high and mighty now?"

"You take what you can get," Giltadoa said. "You here for a session, or to lecture me on money?"

"I brought money, so..."

"Heh, good. Limits?"

"Nothing with needles or anything painful. I'm here for the pleasure and the slime."

"Care if I take a little advantage when you're out of it, sexy?"

"Nope. In fact, I'd prefer if you did."

"Good. And how do you want to start?"

"Hmmm, haven't had a good pair of feet yet, and yours look like they haven't had the sort of attention that you like."

"Works for me. Let's get to the bedroom and you can get started."

Gus nodded, following the older man to the back of the RV. The bed wasn't that big, but it didn't need to be. As Giltadoa got comfortable, his hands folded around his muscle-gut, Gus knelt at the foot of the bed and looked at the slimy soles that were finally on display. The toes were just barely webbed, not quite like a frog's, but with some of that little spread between them. The soles themselves, however, were more like a slimy oil slick, shimmering with a rainbow of colors, and he knew that they were waiting to send him on one hell of a trip.

That was how Giltadoa got around the whole legality of getting people high. He couldn't bottle his stuff as a product, but what two people got up to in the privacy of a hotel room or a bedroom was their own business. And if his natural fluids got people rather high and worked up, and people were willing to pay and leave a little tip for what they got? Well, that was their business, and certainly none of his.

Gus leaned in, taking a breath of the sweat and slime. It was quite a bit thicker than he'd been getting from the clean men and the rhinos. Hotter, a little harsher, something that would have been a little offensive if it were much stronger. He grinned, kissing the big toe on the left foot and feeling the tingle that always came before the high.

"Mmmm..."

"Heh, don't make me wait now. Keep licking; you're paying for this, remember."

"Mmmm, I knooooooow."

He kissed each digit, feeling the tingle getting stronger and stronger until he leaned forward and pulled the last one - the big toe on the other foot - past his lips. He almost moaned as it slid past, feeling almost as good as the rimming that he had gotten earlier. The drug was already taking effect, both relaxing him and making him feel more and more sensitive from its application.

It always went this way. The venom-drug was a mix of an aphrodisiac and a relaxant, pushing the body to stop moving, to enjoy what it was doing, and at the same time fooling all the nerves to believe that any kind of stimulation was pure pleasure. The more that it was applied, the more intense the stimulation became.

Gus had heard of some people getting the treatment from Giltadoa cumming from nothing more than a kiss to the belly, or from the barest breeze that played across the site of application. He'd never gotten it to that extent, but it felt fucking good.

And his head was going funny already, taking him to those places of high and lofty considerations. The racing music that always ran through his head slowed down, becoming little more than elevator music in comparison to the rock and roll concert that was usually playing in the back of his skull.

Not that it mattered. It was good, hot, sexy...sensual...sensitive...

He moaned as he bobbed his head up and down on the two big toes of the hybrid's feet, licking away the slime and feeling it starting to affect the inside of his mouth. His tongue, his cheeks, even his throat started to get in on the action, getting more sensitive and sending his cock rocketing up between his legs. He moaned as he sucked on the hybrid's toes, shivering from head to toe as his brain emptied out more and more.

Lick.

Lap.

Suck.

Down the soles he went, feeling the little shivers that came from the pure pleasure of his tongue being touched. He licked from heel to toe, gathering up more of the drug on his tongue. It just took two licks before he was moaning from the action of just licking the soles. It was almost like a blowjob in reverse, where he got the pleasure from something touching his tongue rather than his cock being touched by one.

Lick.

Lick.

Lick.

Mmmmmm...

He was humming, he was vaguely aware. He didn't know why, but he was humming as he licked those slippery black soles. Heel to toe, heel to toe, one after another, slathering them with spit until they reflected the low light of the RV back at him. He could almost see himself in those soles, and the thought almost got him giggling.

Throb.

Throb.

Throb.

Each lick brought another throb between his legs, and he couldn't stop. The constant reward for the 'service' that he gave the hybrid was just that good. Lick again, and again, and again, and it was like he was getting his cock sucked, his body teased. His entire face felt strange and sensitive, overwhelmed by the constant stimulation. Just swallowing the slime and sweat and spit made his throat feel good, like...like there was a prostate in his throat, was the only way that his overwhelmed, drugged brain could think of it.

Damn stupid way to think of it. Hot, though.

As he dragged his tongue along the hybrid's arches, giving them just as much treatment as the rest of the broad feet, the hybrid chuckled. Gus looked between the toes, watching as Giltadoa worked his own cock to the same rhythm that the lion worked his feet, and he giggled to himself as he imagined that the other man was getting off to this that hard. Kinda hot, really.

He didn't bring his hands down to his cock. Even as high as he was, he knew that touching it or pulling on the piercing would be enough to get him off, and he didn't want to finish this too soon. A little longer, he told himself. A little bit longer -

"Mmmph...you enjoying that, cat?"

"Mmm-hmmm..."

"Getting up there?"

"Mmmmm..."

"You need a little bit more?"

Gus considered it. Quite honestly, he could have stayed right down there the whole time, but the fact that he was already this high told him that he had...wait, how long had he been down there? Time passed funny in this sort of -

"Do you want more?"

"Mmmph?"

"You want something more than just feet, don't you, you perverted cat? You want to enjoy it somewhere else. Somewhere even more sensitive. Let me give you the special treatment."

The special treatment. Yeah, that sounded fun. Gus didn't think too hard about it, and even the little thought about time had already been knocked out of his skull. The lion giggled as he pulled his head back from the hybrid's ankles, moving onto the bed. The toad-like man looked at him with a smile, patting the mattress.

"All fours, kitty. I'm going to show you how it feels in the other end."

"Ooooooh..."

Gus arched his back as he fell to all fours, the lion's mane swaying as he got comfortable. The whole world moved in slow motion, then sped up, then went into slow motion again, as confusing as it was intense. He rather liked it; it made it less boring than it usually was, and for him, that was the best possible result.

As soon as he got on all fours, he almost forgot what he was posed like that for. He started to take a crawling step forward, only for the drug dealer to grab him by the tail and force it up.

Oh yeah, was all that Gus had time to think before a finger rammed its way right under his tail.

Unlike the sole-licking, the application of the slime-venom under his tail hit him instantly. His eyes rolled back in their sockets as his head and chest hit the bed, and he moaned for more as he felt that one digit going in deep. It was as wet as the best lubricated toy could have been, and his mouth hung open as he felt it worming, squirming, curling around inside of him. Each motion spread more of that slime around, and he couldn't help but push back against it, his body on autopilot trying to get more.

Thought? What was thought? He was flying high, enjoying the feeling of his body. He was hyper-sensitive almost from head to toe, now, and that one finger turned to two, then three without the slightest bit of resistance from him.

"Heh, you get this very often?"

"Mmmph - naaaaaaaaw."

"More of a top cat?"

"Tongue caaaaaat."

It was hard to talk without fighting back a wave of pleasure drool coming up from the back of his throat. Those three fingers, twiddling about and drumming against his prostate, felt better than anything that he had gotten from the front. Fucking, getting sucked, getting his feet licked? None of that meant a damn thing compared to the way that this drug made his ass and his face feel. They were his new erogenous zones. Everything else might as well have been fucking numb for all the pleasure that he got out of them, and that included his cock between his legs.

The fingers danced, sliding forward, back, forward, back. Sometimes Giltadoa curled his fingers, hooking the inside of the lion's rim, and the sensation of almost getting something puffed out was hotter than Gus expected. He curled his toes against the sheets, his eyes rolling back and his balls rising up, but it was never quite enough.

He heard Giltadoa ask him something, but he didn't quite remember what it was. Oh, well. He nodded.

The fingers slid out of his hole and were instantly replaced by the rubbery lips of the toad-man, and he weakly pushed back as they started kissing his pucker.

"Mmmph...ah...ah..."

This was the life. This was the way that he wanted to live. Having someone at his ass, licking him out, making his asshole the center of the universe, was exactly what he needed. He pushed back -

Squelch.

"Mmmmph..."

It was even better than having those spoiled brats under his rump; Giltadoa knew what he was doing, thrusting that broad, forked tongue deeper and deeper inside of him with each successive thrust. The pressure that forced his hole open was matched with the heated sensitivity that the slime and ooze inside the drug dealer's mouth brought with it. In, out, in, out, forcing his hole to bend and open and relax.

Oh, he wasn't going to stop gaping for hours after this. He could only imagine -

"AH!"

He could literally only imagine that tongue right then, slithering into him and beating his prostate into submission. He felt like it was swelling up, like everything inside had become so much more sensitive than it had ever been. The damn thing was like an aphrodisiac enema, swelling him from the inside and making him more aware of his asshole than he had ever been in his life.

It was awesome!

Gus moaned as he was rocked back and forth by nothing more than a tongue and a pair of wet hands on his hips, each little stroke, each little squeeze knocking his ability to think further and further down the rabbit hole. He stopped being aware of anything but the slippery stretch between his cheeks, the feeling of the slime oozing down from his pucker to his balls, and the way that everything tingled back there.

More.

More.

More.

He rocked his hips back to take more of that tongue into his asshole, even though he was aware of the movement being weak and pathetic. It didn't matter when he was slowly grinding it into his hole, making himself stretch more, making the sensitivity go higher. He could feel it making him clench, then relax, then clench again. His body was moving more or less completely on automatic pilot, purely seeking out pleasure, doing nothing that wouldn't get more of that increasingly needed sensation.

Gus moaned as that tongue flicked into his depths, going so far that he swore that he could feel it in his stomach, before finally pulling out completely. He gasped as it left his hole, feeling the cool air of the RV circling around his pucker, sliding in, wafting out again. The feline couldn't move, couldn't bring himself to do anything. All he could do was whimper as his hole felt emptier than ever.

And then?

Then, he felt the bed shift, something new coming closer. He pushed back - or tried to - as something more rigid pushed its way up from behind his balls, slowly running further and further up between his cheeks. It was hot and dripping, had to be -

"Mmmph..."

He moaned out in utter satisfaction as it pressed between his cheeks, squelching past his open pucker into his hot, drugged hole. Gus's eyes rolled back in their sockets, feeling something taking over. His hole clenched and his cock jumped. Something wet and satisfying shot through his shaft, but it was so far away that he couldn't really be satisfied with it. There was...there was so much better pleasure from his ass right then. More of that, more of the anal pleasure, less of the cock pleasure.

Thrust, thrust, thrust. The first few thrusts from the gila monster/toad hybrid came slower, not so rough and frantic, but they went deep. He gasped every time that the dealer bottomed out in him, feeling as if the pleasure was going right into his stomach. Every little plop, every little smack of flesh to scales, made him that much more focused on the feeling of that dick.

Squeezing down on it, he milked it as best he could as it started sliding out of him, slowly going back to the head and almost sliding out of him completely. He could feel the head on the verge of popping back out of his hole, and he tried to slide back. The hands on his hips stopped him, keeping him helpless, pinned, unable to get away from that thick shaft. He whimpered, his eyes unseeing, all of him focused entirely on the stretched feeling of his pucker.

Then it moved in again, and he breathed out in relief. A little more, a little more, and then it was inside of him again, those firm hips pressed flush against his ass cheeks.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Each time that dick hilted with him, he moaned, bubbling up drool down a tongue that lolled out of his mouth. He was no longer aware of anything but that moving dick, that thrusting shaft, the feeling of his hole being stretched and gaped by something that should have hurt but did anything but. His body was fire, pleasurable fire, blissful flame.

No thought.

Only pleasure.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Gus felt one small squirt after another, and time lost all meaning as he was left there, rutted right into the bed by someone that he barely knew. In, out, in, out, the constant slapping of flesh against scales, of balls against balls filling his ears. He could feel nothing but slime and wet and heat, and the hot stretch of a thick, rigid shaft.

Words meant nothing. Whatever Giltadoa said over him, he nodded and moaned and agreed to. All that mattered was getting more of that dick, more of that pleasure, more of the constant anal orgasm that was better than anything that he had ever had in his life. He couldn't move, couldn't thrust back, and he didn't care. All he wanted -

More.

More.

More...

#

Eventually, Gus woke up, but the fuck hadn't stopped. It wasn't Giltadoa anymore, though; he knew because he could actually think, even if he couldn't move very well anymore.

"You fucking asshole. You think that you can just...humiliate us?!"

One of the rhinos, then. Gus could move enough to look over his shoulder, one eye slowly popping open. One of the ones that had been sucking on his toes, he thought. Looked like one of them, anyway; the horn ring was still there, at the very least.

Oh god...kicked me out of the RV and left me somewhere for anyone to use, Gus thought, slumping back down over the metal frame propping him up. Same one that had fallen from the stage during the earthquake, probably. He groaned as he felt the rhino pick up speed, hammering home into his ass just as forcefully as Giltadoa did.

Asshole probably kept the cash, too. Meant to give him a bit more as a tip, but fucker probably...

Ah, well. It didn't matter that much, and he hadn't lost any of his money. Just the shit that he had taken from some of the rich boys that didn't need that much. The fuck that he was getting now wasn't that bad, either; he was still hopped up on the happy juice from his session, which meant it was mostly just hot, horny feelings running through his body.

It could be a lot worse.

The rhino grunted, finally hilting with him and cumming, and the pleasurable feeling of someone leaving another creampie behind left him with enough of a hard-on for his cock to poke through the gaps in the metal strut under him. He chuckled, imagining how that would have looked, and groaned as the rhino suddenly pulled out. The sensation was not unpleasurable, at all, but it was still rather...intense.

"Fucking asshole. Leave us alone, or we'll teach you an even harder lesson," the bodyguard said, stumbling away as he pulled his pants back up.

Heh...oh, you think that I'm done...

Gus tried putting his hand against the metal, but while he could move his arms, they weren't ready to support his weight. He shook his head, putting them back where they had been sagging.

All things considered, the music festival had definitely been a step up so far. He had gotten a great deal of tail, made a new friend, found Giltadoa for another session - even if the dealer had been a bit of a bastard at the end of it, no surprise - and he was getting all his needs seen to. He might need to do a little bit of damage control at the end of the festival to make sure that he didn't get arrested during the whole rescue operation when that rolled around, but he had time to think of how he wanted to do that. For the moment, the main thing was...

...Wow, Giltadoa got me hard...

Yeah, thinking was still hard. Fun feelings were easier to focus on, like the way that his ass still gaped from how relaxed it was and how well-fucked it had been. He could feel the slime running out of his pucker, along his thighs and then down to his feet. He'd be squelching with every step that he took once he was able to stand up.

Sexy.

Gus chuckled despite himself. If he had been in any other situation, he probably would have been freaking out more. He'd pissed off any number of people on the island by this point. He'd been out of it for hours, which meant that he'd not been playing the guitar to pacify people and make sure that they stayed horny and obedient. That, in turn, meant that there'd be a lot more sober people around the hotel when he finally got himself back on his feet.

If he was lucky, they'd want horny revenge, which was something that he could deal with. If he was not? Well, that was going to be something different, and he'd have to try and run around until he could get his guitar.

Fun.

Despite it all, he kept chuckling. Part of that was the drug still working its way through his system, but the rest of it was genuine laughter. He hadn't had so much fun in a chaotic situation like this for a long time. The resources that people had in the cities meant that his fun could only last for so long before he ended up getting caught and everything came crashing down on him. He had a couple of hours, maybe a day, before the cops were able to coordinate outside his area of effect and bring him down with a tranquilizer or something.

Here? Here, he could hunt as much as he liked, and while he could still make stupid mistakes that'd get him caught, he had much more of a chance of getting out of them compared to when he was tossed into the back of a cop car. Getting locked in a hotel room or tied down to a piece of metal was not that big a deal when he could just wiggle his way free.

Another attempt to stand up almost succeeded, though he flopped back on his ass almost immediately. The impact made some of the creampies inside squelch out, a white jet from between his legs staining the ground. Gus groaned, holding his stomach.

"Looks like they weren't the only two that fucked me..."

He imagined that Giltadoa had made a little profit off that while keeping him stoned as hell. Businessman to the end, heh.

Gus looked at the hotel, then at the skies above the island. Looked like another rainstorm was coming to accompany the wind that was keeping the helicopters from coming through. Probably a good idea to get out of that before he got all filthy and looked like some homeless alley cat. The cum oozing from his asshole wasn't doing his appearance any favors as it was, and he didn't need to make it worse.

Another few minutes later, he was able to get to his feet. Taking each step carefully, he began the long trek back to the hotel. The grounds had already been cleared of all the people that had taken part in the initial orgy, and he imagined some of the more embarrassed ones were keeping to their rooms in the hotel until the end of the storm. Others might have been 'freed' from their shame and were wandering from room to room, looking for more of that first shot of pleasure and wondering how to get it back.

Gus was imagining what he might do to help them out with that when Xander and Raul met him at the front door. The horse helped support him, shaking his head.

"You look like you had a good party," the stallion chuckled.

"Oh, yeah."

"What'd you get?"

"Giltadoa."

"Oh, man. He's here?"

"Mmm-hmm. And as expensive as ever," Gus said. "I'll tell you where he is in a minute. Get me upstairs, I need to get a shower...and maybe a lie down..."

The End

Summary: Gus has a little bit of fun with a drug dealer and gets in a little over his head for once.

Tags: M/M, Drugged, Drugs, Aphrodisiac, Foot Fetish, Fingering, Anal, Lion, Rhino, Gila Monster, Toad, Hybrid, Rimming, Series, Gus, Orgasm, Cum, Creampie, Slime,