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I opened my eyes later. I couldn't say for sure how long I had them closed, but it was still evening, and the party was still going on. The sorcerer was next to me. She winked and wandered off without a word.

Hazel came rushing up to me, her new curvy body jiggling about. It was then that I noticed I was no longer supporting Eve. They must have taken her off when I fell asleep. "Are you awake?" asked Hazel, though she seemed already confident that I was. She leaned in, and flicked a wet tongue over my nose, "Come on then, can't miss the party," she urged, grabbing for a hand and hauling me to my feet.

I wobbled a moment before I shook the sleep from me. I felt a lot better. Some inner sense told me I was ready for another round and another little creeping sense urged me to find it. I pushed both feelings aside as memories came back, "Where's Melissa?"

"Oh she's fine," said Hazel as if it should be obvious.

"Fine? She looked upset before."

"I used a little magic," said the coyote mage, wriggling her fingers.

"Magic?" I asked, raising a brow, "You didn't hypnotize her, did you?"

"What, no! Well, maybe, a little? I just put what was bothering her aside for a moment, so she could have fun. She won't forget, she just won't fuss about it this second," Hazel rubbed at her snout a moment, then looked up at me, apparently seeing my worried expression, "She's ok!" she insisted, grabbing for me again and hauling me over to a smaller side table, where Melissa was standing, looking shy as usual. She was half hidden behind Veronica's bulk.

I patted Hazel on the head lightly, getting a gentle murr of pleasure from her before I stepped around her towards Veronica and Melissa, "You two ok?" I asked.

Melissa's eyes lit up when she saw me and she darted out to cling to me. She was still wearing that Victorian dress. I didn't know a dress could have so many frills and fancy bits. "They won't stop staring!" she hissed at me. I became worried a moment for the dress, remembering how sticky I was, but a glance showed I was nice and clean. Good service if nothing else in this place.

I reached to slowly pet down her hair, "Who's staring?"

"Everyone!" she wailed quietly against me. I had a glance around. Many eyes were turned this way, gawking at the oddly dressed girl.

"Well, you are overdressed for the event," I told her quietly.

"It's a wonderful, pretty, dress, there's nothing wrong with it," she said in a petulant sniffle.

"Maybe not, where you're from. What would happen at a good party if someone showed up wearing nothing but a flap of cloth over their crotch?"

She looked up at me with a 'are you crazy?' expression, tongue extended faintly before she snorted, "That'd be awful, we'd laugh them out of the party. Social ruin, never invited again."

I reached to tap her nose, "That's what you're doing right now. You're not dressed for this party. You're dressed for yours, and this isn't yours."

She frowned, ears going back, tips going red, then nose. She shook her head, "Oh, oh..." she said as she glanced around slowly, then back up at me. She stomped a foot, "Oh bother, fine, right, this isn't... home. What momma used to say, in Rome, do as... I forget it." She reached for a paw with a paw and wrenched free a glove, throwing it aside. Her clean and dainty paw exposed to the air at last.

A sharp whistle emerged from the crowd, and a few soft claps. Apparently the people liked what they saw of her so far, and were watching to see if they'd get more.

The poor girl glanced my way, then at the crowd, quivering a moment before she reached for the other glove, drawing it off more slowly, out of fear more than anything else, but the reaction was immediate. The teasing slowness of the withdrawal had the crowd riveted. Their jeering scorn was turning to rapt interest.

Melissa seemed to be warming to the positive attention, but how to keep it? Of course, take something else off. She reached to her middle and undid her belt, slipping it through the loops before twirling it to a rising cheer, then tossing it aside. She turned to face me with a happy smile, unsure how she got there, but liking how it's going. She started to undo her coat, one button at a time, making a production out of it as she teased with the shirt beneath, a bare hint of her curves visible under the further concealing cloth. "Off!" shouted someone, "Take it off!"

She did, pulling it open in the front as if she had exposed herself, though she still had two more layers under that one. She handed the coat to me, and reached down for her boots, slowly untying them, kicking each free into the air at high arcs. They were caught by the growing crowd, held up like trophies as she grinned, still in her socks though. Besides her paws and her face, she was still very covered.

She raised her hands above her head, and began to dance. It was a formal sort of dance, what I imagine being done to a symphony. Struck with an idea, I turned to Hazel and slid up beside her, whispering, "Can you make some music? Something soft to accompany?"

Hazel looked confused a moment before she bobbled her head. With a few soft words and funny twists of her fingers, her claws glowed a moment, then she grabbed for my shaft without hesitation. As those glowing claws roamed over my cock, music began to play, loud, but soft, filling the gardens with sweet music that tinkled and vibrated like an entire band was hard at work. The grabbing didn't feel half bad, either, but I was a little distracted with watching Melissa to fully appreciate Hazel's skilled paw.

Melissa was doing a slow twirl, working free the, what was it, bonnet? The thing that covered her hair. She worked it free, and passed by an underdeveloped male fox, shoving it into his hands. He fainted on the spot. Poor sod probably never had such an intimate moment with a fully developed female before. Melissa giggled with glee, as the crowd become more and more warm to her. The clothing was flying, given, hurled, or, rarely, gently set aside. She was starting to get down to her lowest coverings.

I could see that the 'socks' ran up to a garter belt. That made them hose, I thought. I never learned a lot about female clothes. She was worrying at where the hose hooked to the belt, taunting the crowd with the chance to actually view her feet. One female shouted out, "Let me do it!" She stuck out her tongue at the bold one, then undid the hook, pulling down the sock half way, exposing some of her calf, then drawing it back up in feigned modesty. The crowd's reaction was electric. She raised the foot and spun like a ballerina, wrenching free the sock and hurling it in the direction of the shout from earlier.

I licked over my snout as I watched this, now fully aroused, in part due to Hazel's continuing caress of that potent tool to play her music, in part from watching Melissa dance so well and become increasingly exposed. She was just working off her final top covering, tossing it aside to expose her bra covered breasts. It was the first proof to the crowd that she was not an under female, and the approval was quite loud. She smiled brightly, but then suddenly went red, perhaps feeling the wind caress over so much of her body at once brought her to her senses. She clapped her arms over her front and made a mad dash to my side with a squeak, all bravery vanished like dew before the sun.

I reached to wrap an arm around her protectively, and Hazel withdrew her pleasurable attentions. "You did very well," I whispered to her, rubbing her back slowly. The crowd was full of encouraging agreement, many were the requests that she continue, or at least show them how to dance that way.

Suddenly, Mother's voice cut over the din, "People, my children," she called, "I see a wayward young woman. Look at her," she beckoned, risen up on a pillow so she could be seen over the dense crowd. "She does not understand the ways of pleasure, passion and love. Todd, you must rectify this immediately."

I was floored. Melissa was just opening up. At Mother's decree she was shaking like a leaf all over again. "She's making a lot of progress," I shouted back at her, "Let her do it at her own rate. She'll be fine."

Mother shook her head, "This is a sacred night. We can't have an agent of prudeness eating with us. The gods will forsake us. Anoint her for us, cover her chest with the blessings of the Gods and we will tolerate her."

Blessings of the Gods? Oh! I crouched down and gently pet across Melissa's ears, "We can't say no, ok? Let me take this off, it will get messy otherwise." I reached for the straps of her bra and she squeaked, looking at me with surprise.

"You want to wear them later, right?" I asked, "Take them off for now."

She nodded slowly, and reached back, undoing the clasp. In a sudden fit of pique, she spun towards the crowd, stuck out her tongue, and pulled free the bra, exposing her breasts to them as it fluttered to the ground. A new round of approval waved through the area as she turned back to me, "What did she mean anoint? Anoint me with what?"

I set a hand on her head and rose to my feet, "Stay like that. You can close your eyes if you want," I said, ears down and a paw working at my tool in slow pulls. Funny thing. Since I had come to this world, I hadn't had much call to masturbate. It felt a little weird to do at all, doubly so when I could feel the eyes of dozens of females in immediate reach that would kill to be taking care of the problem for me.

The tension was slow in coming, the sexual high blunted with my own hesitancy and the unsure noises that Melissa made, though she was remaining on her knees where I had put her, not just wearing her garter belt and panties. I closed my own eyes, turning my mental eye towards more sexy things, like Veronica's swollen belly, and Hazel's curvaceous form. Eve's body, breasts swelling, sticky with sweets and pie, crying out in pleasure as I fulfilled her in every way. Suddenly, my balls lurched. With a roar, I sprayed.

I don't get to see the spray outside of a female too often anymore, and it was impressive, first shot gushing across Melissa's chest, splattering powerfully across the ground and my own legs as I grunted, eyes open now. She rolled her ears back, squealing as the second blast painted her face and snout, some of it splattering in her open mouth as she squirmed in discomfort. The third and following shots were less intense, but still felt like I was wielding a garden hose instead of a cock, hosing the girl down in a layer of sparkling grey offering. Her eyes only opened again when the last drips had emerged, looking shellshocked and horrified.

"Sorry," I said, it sounded lame in my ears, and it didn't seem to do her much good as she rose unsteadily to her feet, curtsied, sticky and all, to the crowd, then ran off into the manor without another word, leaving a trail of cum footprints along the way.

As she reached the house, two strong looking vixens caught her, picking her up off the ground by an arm each and bringing her back to me, setting her at my feet as a fresh dessert tray is wheeled up alongside us.

"Finish," came the stern word of the Mother.

I sighed loudly, and looked at the tray. What would be best? They all looked like acid grenades to me. Melissa had her arms crossed under her breasts, looking defiant now. Ah well, best to just push forward. I grabbed for a lemon pie and turned it upside down on her head, yellow gibbets slowly sliding down her back and face. The tingle of magic from it felt hollow in me without her eager participation. This was a happy magic, I could feel, it didn't enjoy the situation. I glanced up at the Mother, but her expression had not changed.

I grabbed for a tray of chocolate muffins and ducked down, "Try a little," I said softly to her, offering a muffin to her snout. Hidden partially under the lemon pie plate, she looked directly at me, a few tears forcing their ways from her eyes. With trust, she opened her snout and took a small nibble, and the tingle became a little more pleasant. I set that muffin in her sticky, cum coated, hand, then went around her back, rubbing its friends into her sides and back, reaching around to grab at her breasts and work it in. I could feel her body warming. The magic was working at her, even if she didn't like it.

When I worked a cream pie into her crotch, she groaned faintly. I was sure only I could hear it, but it was enough, I pushed the plate away and replaced it with my paw, rubbing her there across her vulva as I whispered, "I will make up for this somehow," She trembled softly, and squeaked as her body quaked with climax. She stiffly rose, shaking a moment before she took a deep breath, gathering her energy for some dignity.

"Is the Mother satisfied?" she asked.

Mother nodded and made a dismissive motion.

Melissa dipped low, knees bent out in either direction, then she marched towards the manor in as stately a fashion anyone could, covered in cum, chocolate and other sweets.

The party was starting to get back into swing, but I didn't care much about that anymore. I went off after Melissa. It wasn't hard to find her, following my own scent through the manor right up to her room. I knocked lightly, then placed an ear to the door. I could hear a soft sound. I pushed it open and saw Melissa curled up on the blanket of her bed, sobbing into the soft fabrics, and having made quite a mess of the poor thing.

She looked up at me when I came in, then half wailed, half screamed, "This world is mad!" She punched the blanket she was on with impotent rage and frustration.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want any of that, I didn't want to hurt you, like that."

She waved at me, "It wasn't your fault. It was that mean old woman, she made you, she makes everyone do what she wants, like she was the bloody queen or something!" She curled into her blankets.

"Well," I said, coming over to her side, "She is the queen, of this house. Come on, let's at least get you cleaned up, ok?" I said, reaching to draw her up from the blankets. She didn't fight it, soon cradled, stickily, in my arms. I saw she was still wearing her garter belt and panties. I carried her towards the tub as I worked the belt free of her, "We'll get someone to collect all your dress, get it nice and clean for you," I promised.

She smiled a little, "Thank you..." She looked a little hesitant when my hand went for her panties, freezing up.

"Now you are naked, your cares are gone and you are free," I said as I gently slipped them off, and let them fall to the ground, "You can't get any more naked then you are now. Let's get you clean."

She nodded and nuzzled into my belly, getting it all messy, "Uh," I said, "At this rate I need a bath too." I set her down beside the tub, "Can you help me get the harness off."

She peered at me oddly a moment, then reached up for it, "I forget you're wearing this at all," she admitted, "I can see all of you... all of you," she glanced down at my exposed maleness, "But there it is." She found the clasp and worked it free of me, and the thing clattered to the ground. "Is that really all people wear? Two belts with pouches on them?"

I nodded at her, "Most. Some don't even wear that if they don't need the pockets."

She stuck out her tongue, "I'll show them wearing a little bit can be just as pretty... But I'll wear less, promise, I will," she said, then looked at the tub. "Oh!" she cried, suddenly clambering in, "It has hot water!" She reached for the red knob and turned it. I found my nose was finding something new. Some strange new scent. It was coming from Melissa, warm and spicy. I remembered it from somewhere before. Was she in heat, or was she just getting horny?

I didn't want to be punished twice for knocking up females, but I remembered there had to be magic involved to do that, not just mind blowing sex. I put the fear aside and clambered in after her as the tub began to fill with warm water. I saw a bottle of shampoo, fitting for a people who have more hair than skin, and grabbed it. I drew up Melissa between my legs, my shaft pushing up along her back, and began to lather up her body, caressing her as I went, becoming more and more horny by the moment.

She seemed to be responding in kind, panting and gasping as my fingers found sensitive spots during the soaping up process, "Oh, maybe," she whispered as I tweaked a nipple, "All of that was worth it, to feel this, with you..." She looked over her shoulder at me with a smile.

"I'll hold you to that," I said with a grin, "But first, you have to clean me too." I offered her the bottle and she bobbled her head with a glad smile. Her small hands worked all over me, even if I had to sink entirely into the tub for her to reach. She paid special attention to my big balls, but avoided my cock, for the moment, cleaning the rest of me with those slippery suds. When I was all clean, before I could sit up, she grabbed for my throbbing tool.

"That old witch thought she could make me avoid you, but it won't work. I love you, Todd," she swore like an eternal promise, squeezing at me and giving a few slow strokes, "I love you."

I wasn't sure what to say. For one, I seemed to be gathering a lot of love promises in this land... I reached for her, grunting with pleasure, and pulled her free of my cock, pulling her up until my nose could inhale that sweet scent of hers. I buried my snout between her thighs and began flicking my rough tongue across her pouting nethers. She squealed with delight, and began to grind against me as I struggled to taste more and more of her, to savor her every crevasse and sate the burning urge inside of me.

As my tongue pushed deeper and deeper into her, she hugged my head, pressing it against her groin as she squealed and wriggled her toes, "Oh Todd, don't stop, don't stop!" she urged as she crested from one climax to the next at the end of my prickly tongue. I felt her body go tense, then ripple in a powerful shudder as she gasped, a great climax rocking her. I finally withdrew, slowly setting her down in my lap, cock propping her up with its potency. She looked dizzy, but happy.

I slowly rose from the tub, grabbing for her whens she began to slip. My cock can't do everything. I dried her off with soft touch of a towel, and brought her to bed. Veronica was there, laying on her back, "Is she alright?" Veronica asked.

"I think she'll be just fine, now."

"She'd better be. I heard her squealing from here."

Melissa blushed gently, but did not argue it, as I set her on the bed and put a fresh blanket over her, "You're a good girl, Melissa." I praised, giving her a final pet, and reaching to help Veronica up, but she swatted my hand away.

"I'm staying here tonight. Melissa needs some girl to girl time. Don't you worry none, you did fantastic, my preciously caring Stud. I'll take it from here."

Her expression left little room for arguing and I turned to depart. As I emerged into the hallway, a warm curvy presence pushed up against me. I looked down to see Hazel hugging me. "Veronica said you're mine tonight," she said with a gleeful grin, and began dragging me towards her room. No rest for a Stud.