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"So he put your paw down his pants?" The stag gave a bemused sneer.

"No, no, just on his leg. It was sliding all the way down his thigh... not all THAT big, but it must've been around a foot." She smirked.

"Creep." A rather tipsy ferret took yet another drink from her color-filled glass. "Still... why come you get all the big ones? I haven't even had one that big in... months!" She pouted.

"Maybe if you could keep your makeup on..." She muttered, eyes darting away with a rueful little smile.

"What?" The ferret leaned closer, pitching her voice to a rather scratchy yell over the thump of the bass. The club was in full swing by now, and if they kept on like this, they'd scream themselves hoarse in short order.

"I think I see him!" She called back, and grabbed her bag. "Wish me luck!" The stag called something encouraging after her and gave a hearty laugh, but the ferret simply drowned her drink.

It was him, alright. In this crowd, he might as well have had a spotlight on him. Everyone knew everyone at Dragged Under, or close enough, and eyes gravitated to the new face. He, on the other hand, only knew a single person in the whole club, and was attempting to keep casual about looking for her.

Coyotes were generally considered a wretched lot, especially coyotes in college with a little too much money and free time on their paws. Sevens wasn't much of an exception. A messy mop of black hair fell over his head, half-hiding his eyes. Two slender rings, instead, caught the eye, glimmering in the flashes of glowsticks and roaming lights overhead to bring the casual gaze to his black, pierced lips, habitually spreading in a wild dog smirk. Off-white fur fluffed around his neck, cozying up against a pair of headphones slung on his shoulders. A clinging hoodie and jeans belied his slim build, not without muscle but falling short of athletic. One violet eye cast about under that wash of black until it finally locked on his target. Combing a paw through his hair to push it back, the coyote smiled slowly, stopping where he was. He'd let her come to him.

A dark skirt, black chased with purple patterns, swished from side to side with her steps, barely reaching halfway down her thighs. Milky neon swam across the folds from glowstick bands around her wrists and gently lit up her armwarmers, black and tied near the elbow with purple ribbon. Black spots swarmed across gold on her arms and down her legs, long and slender and bare. A deep, rich purple clung to her belly and her smooth chest, two gentle bumps barely distubing the low neckline of her tight little string-tied top. A little strand of silver fangs hung on a dark band, glittering on the white of her bare chest fur. Her eyes were shocking gold, framed by black too heavy to be eyeliner-- the natural black rimming a leopard's eyes, thick and spiking inward. Bars and studs weighed down her ears, catching the lights with her every movement. In one ear, a tiny, spherical bell gave a gentle, musical ring when she twitched it. Black hair dyed a luminescent purple hung in waves just barely touching to her shoulders, a loose tuft hanging across her face. Her little mouth was pushed forward in a pout, a single silver bud on her proferred lower lip. She was slim, her hips sloping out gently and her chest underdeveloped, but she wasn't too skinny. Well-nourished, just that her genes hadn't dealt her a very generous hand. Easy to carry off. She'd told him her name was Pandora.

"You're late."

His teeth bared in a smirk. "I'm worth the wait." Paws, dried blood black, closed around her hips, and their bodies pressed. His jeans bulged against her belly, low and close. His muzzle snaked down toward hers, lips seeking lips. She slipped past him to whisper in his ear.

"I'm thirsty."

He sighed. "And I brought so much to drink." He turned away, looking for the bar, his paw dragging across her belly, his touch lingering on her.

Taking drinks at the edge of the crowd, the two soaked in the music and the air of the crowd, thick with scents wild and varied and hungry. Pandora looked out over the floor, over the milling masses of her people. Sevens only looked at her. His hand was on her, coursing round her sides, down her back. Fingers slid over her rear, hooking to pull her to him, and she turned, slipping effortlessly from his grasp with a little smile. She finished her drink and nodded to the floor. He downed his drink in two large gulps and set down their glasses on the counter. She was almost gone in the crown when he turned back. The coyote let no crowd slow him-- those who didn't see him coming were moved.

The two drew together on the floor, under the pulsation of the music, bass beating down on them as a new song seethed up through the smoking remains of the old. Belly to belly, muzzle to muzzle, they pressed together, the coyote barely having to shift his hips to push his hunger to her. She simply smiled, glittering eyes and teeth in the dark. The beat picked up, and she moved with it, her body lapsing into smooth motion, every flick of her hair and lash of her tail hitting the off-beat. He moved to follow, letting the music pulse through him and guide his motions, paws seizing round the leopard as the music surged. He nosed through her hair and pressed hot air to her scalp, his hands rubbing over her belly and up her chest. She drew air slowly as he palmed the scant curve of her breast, a few subtle touches teasing a tip to push through the fabric. The heat of a chuckle pushed into her hide as his arms closed around her from behind, fingers laying a dozen little touches on the dark nubs piercing her top. The leopard leaned into him, and the two swayed with the beat, a slow throb pushing against her ass.

The beat dragged into something slow and savory, and the coyote nipped at the leopard's cheek. She barely turned her head before his lips pushed to hers, the two interlocking paws in paws, half-twisted around as his tongue dragged at her lips. The insides of her muzzle were bitter and intoxicating, and his tongue pushed to hers. The two tangled and pushed together under the weight of the beat, and the heat shoving against her hip grew and grew.

A gasp broke the kiss, the leopard turning away to leave him nibbling on her ear. She looked around a moment, and her eyes barely flicked across his before her paws slipped free and she moved away. A long breath winding out of his throat, the coyote followed. Past the bar, out of the crowds, into darkness. A bit of hallway and a turn, and the coyote couldn't see a damn thing but the swaying glowsticks, throwing up a ghostly spray of the slender leopard before him. A flick of one band, and light flared in his vision, the coyote wincing an instant. Vision returned, and there she was, a black shape against red-orange, a glow like a fire too perfectly steady. The shimmer of two golden eyes watched him from the darkness of that body. The glow of a low lamp cast the room around them into lines of red glow and darkness: a couple padded chairs sitting snug in a small alcove, half-hidden from the hallway behind a curtain. A booth for a few moments of privacy. Sevens smiled and drew the space between the two of them to nothing, arms closing around her as he reclaimed her lips. His paws slid down to squeeze her ass, and she pulled them away. His fingers coursed over her and teased her nipples until she panted softly, leaning against him, but when his paw slid down her belly, her own was there to deflect it. He growled slowly into the kiss, his tongue curling round and round hers, putting the indecent length of that nefarious little muscle of his to good use. Still, however, his seeking paws were turned away.

Finally, he broke the kiss, panting softly against her lips. "Afraid, little kitty?" His hips rocked, giving a slow grind against her lower belly.

"I'm not ready," she simpered. The lie dripped from her tongue, bitter and clinging. He snarled slowly, seizing her ass, a cheek in each paw and dragging her skirt up. Fingers slid under her skirt-- and two paws planted on the coyote's chest. Something caught his heel, and he tumbled back into one of the chairs, the breath knocked from him a moment.

His eyes found the leopard looming close, and her lips pushed to his. For a moment, he pressed to the kiss-- and he heard two gentle clicks. Cold metal on his wrists. A heave, and his arms strained, steel digging at his wrists. Shackles built into the armrests. A snarl swelled in his chest as the leopard straightened, paws trailing down the coyote's legs.

"How about... we go at my speed." His snarl cut as the button on his jeans popped open. She smiled slowly, eyes hooded, as she dragged his zipper down.

He smirked slowly. "Someone's got herself her own little dominant streak, huh? Alright..." He hefted himself up as she pulled at his clothes, fingers dragging through his fur as she peeled off his jeans. Stained white fur caught an orange glow from the light, his thighs spreading slowly as his pants fell away. Between his legs, two fat, plum-sized balls splayed out on the leather under the weight of a plump, black sausage nearing ten inches in length and likely almost three inches from side to side. Points of light glittering along the underside betrayed a jacob's ladder climbing the full length of that shaft, the last bead snug under the swell of the coyote's cockhead. The shaft was throbbing its way to full hardness, but it could barely heave its own girth higher than his thighs, only the head peeking up into the light, a glimmer of smooth flesh, like the tip to the iceberg. Sevens let a long breath go, finally free and bare before the hot little number he planned to see screaming, and he simply smirked, watching her eyes.

She glanced at it once, then turned away, putting her back to the light. Sevens blinked. He had elicited fear, excitement, and disbelief, but he wasn't sure he'd ever been so thoroughly shrugged off before when he pulled it out. He was starting to really dislike being bound.

With the light to one side of him, the leopard was cast half in shadow before him, the plump curve of her rear well illuminated, though her front was cast in shadow and he couldn't see what her paws were doing, closing in in front of her. Her skirt shifted and drew up-- she was reaching underneath... He watched, the twitches and bobs of his heavy shaft making the tip blink in and out of the light. She grunted softly, and he thought he saw the back of her skirt give a flick of motion. Heaving a long sigh, the leopard straightened slightly, and the coyote caught an odd glimmer of light on her thigh. Her paws slid around, and her skirt clicked, unzipped, and fell away.

Her ass, bare, round, and perfect, drew his eye instantly. The tight curve to it, the way it met her legs... he throbbed, that silver-chased rod rearing into the light a moment, demanding to be stuffed between those cheeks. She shifted, and light spilled on something... strange. His heart beat once, and suddenly lurched, his eyes painfully refocusing on the slim slice of light before him.

In front of her, something was hanging down past her knee. Its fiery silhouette swayed subtly, smooth but for a wash of dimples near the bottom. He could feel his mind convulsing, trying to understand just what he was seeing.

A step, and the leopard turned to face him. It swung around, crashing against her thigh before settling again, and it was bare and awash in a sinful glow. A cock, hanging perhaps a foot and a half from the leopard's nethers. The base was cradled between two great spheroids, each almost the size of a cantaloupe. The beast itself boggled the young coyote's mind, however. For all its length, it was not a slim rod-- this was a tool of immense girth, naturally proportioned to itself, though not to the slender form of its bearer. If he had to guess, he might have said it was as much as five inches across-- a heavy-hanging sausage as thick around as a two-liter. Barbs bristled over the swell of the head, a mess of them casting tiny shadows in the sharp light. Like some kind of sadistic bludgeon. This was the mass of slowly throbbing flesh which Sevens found himself confronted with now. The piercing in Pandora's lip slid to one side as she smirked.

"Afraid, little yote?"

He swallowed slowly. As she drew breath, letting him take in the view, it was twitching upward with the beat of her heart. It seemed as though the sheer weight of that tool might be too much to lift, but it throbbed and pushed upward, lazily reaching out for him. Finally, he managed to speak. "What are you...?"

Her hips rolled to one side as she took a deliberate step closer. "I... am Pandora." Another step, and that heavy arc of meat was between his knees, staring down the coyote's own shaft. The great, spiny predator staring at its little snack, paralyzed with fear. "I am man's punishment, sent down by the gods." She leaned close, smiling, and her tip brushed over his, heavy and radiating heat. "And you... are a sinner." She breathed the words against his lips. The coyote's shaft gave a twitch, bumping against the leopard's, and she chuckled softly as her paws seized under his knees. She yanked him forward, then up-- folding his legs over him as he was pushed onto his back, head caught between his chest and the back of the chair as he bit back a yelp. The coyote's sausage slapped heavily to his belly as his knees pushed in on either side of it under the leopard's paws. Her strength was stunning-- he could hardly budge his legs.

A sudden gasp filled the coyote when he felt that familiar warmth-- brushing against his ass. She smiled serenely, though the light brought out the true sinister air to her expression as her hips leaned in, nestling that monster in against his cheeks. It ground in until the tip was nuzzling into the chair under the small of his back, and she dragged back slowly, letting the barbs of her shaft drag through his fur. He shivered and drew a deep breath-- which caught in his throat when she finally managed to pull that tip up, between his cheeks proper. The tip was lightly pointed, and she seemed to enjoy taking her time poking around with it, searching out his entrance.

Her eyes were always on his. He would glare at her and huff for breath, trying to wiggle away as she got closer, but she just smiled. Breaking eye contact, the coyote found he couldn't see much-- his legs walled him in and blocked off all but the looming form of the leopard and a bit of ceiling. And his own cock, betraying him with a dribble of precum. His jaw tightened. At this rate, he was going to be found out...

"Mmmh... there it is..." She finally murred as her blind, teasing poking pushed the very tip of her beast into that little dip that was his pucker. After having left a sticky mess all over his cheeks, she finally pushed a thick glob of pre straight into his tailhole, setting the coyote shivering and kicking at the chair. "Yess... what do you think, Sevens? You want it nice and slow... or should we just tear the bandaid right off?" She drove her hips in tight, and a scream erupted from his throat as perhaps an inch of barbed leopard dick squeezed inside him, her devious little nubs firmly seizing hold of his hole. Nowhere to go but in, now. The leopard's eyes widened. "Ooooh... you're already nice and loose!" A moment, and her smile widened into a mocking grin. "You didn't tell my you like to take it up the ass!"

His breath rattled in his throat. He shook his head. "Fuck you... I-I'm straight..."

She hummed thoughtfully. "Your hole says otherwise..." Another shove, and she ratcheted half an inch deeper, driving his ass wider. He was stretched wider than his own dick could ever manage, and she still had plenty more to pack into him. "But you just keep telling yourself that, honey. It's more fun this way anyway." She snickered, giving a little pull, which only tugged on the insides of his ass. The drive of her hips seemed to shove all the air out of him in a bellow, his claws tearing at the armrests as his hole strained around the full, obscene girth of the leopard's cock.

He wasn't gay. He wasn't interested in guys in the slightest. But... one curious night with a crooked finger had revealed to him that his cock wasn't the only pleasure center of his body. And a lot of years had passed since then... a lot of hungry years of experimentation with fingers, and found objects, and silicon... But never before a person. Never before had a living being bent him over and shoved some hot, drooling piece of meat in him... never before had anything nearly so large squeezed into his ass... His eyes cracked open. His traitorous shaft was throbbing powerfully, drooling all over his belly. His fur was soaking in his own arousal, trickling down his sides as he fought off the press of pleasure closing around his mind. Only through sheer force of will had he held back from coming.

That, however, didn't last long. One powerful thrust, and that monstrous dick was plowing deep into his body, steamrolling over his prostate with a thousand devious little barbs. Hot cream splattered across his face and nailed the roof of his mouth as he cried out, the sound abruptly cutting off in a gurgle as he nearly drowned in his own cum. Pandora giggled uncontrollably over him as he coughed up his own seed, his shaft still spewing more across his belly as his internal muscles flexed uselessly around her. His stomach rumbled in foreboding as that log of flesh displaced his insides, burrowing in and pushing his belly up before his eyes. The drag of flesh on flesh was agonizing, but her juices were spewing all over his insides, and she managed to heave the very last inch of her shaft into his hole, grinding tight to his ass as her head impaled itself in between his lungs. His heart clenched as he realized he couldn't breathe. His body was, in an instant, dominated by her tool, filled and seized. His life was in her paws.

The drag should have relieved him, air all too suddenly filling his lungs, cold and dry, but her barbs were tearing him apart. His flesh dragged down and came free in jerks at a time, raw and throbbing. Her juices were his only mercy. His eyes snapped shut as he inhaled deeper and deeper, his body quivering as his head spun. His bowels quivered and heaved. And finally, she drove in again, growling softly to herself, a smooth, amused sound. "I've had tighter... but it's nice to have someone that doesn't scream so much." His eyes snapped open, but the air abruptly shoved from his lungs in a throaty groan as she rammed to the hilt inside him again.

In the past, he had played with toys. Some of them had been pretty big. He knew what it felt like to be full-- to find that an emptiness he hadn't even known he had was stuffed blissfully full, and to be cursed with forever feeling empty afterward. He had crossed that line. But this... he was not merely full-- his body was contorting around her, his muscled stomach bulging outward and his ribcage creaking. His body was being reduced to a sleeve, stretched into the shape of this barbed behemoth. There, folded up on that chair, bound and stuffed, he could not feel like anything but an object-- a toy she seemed intent on using till it broke. This was the image of himself that formed in the crush of his last shred of consciousness before a fresh thrust swept away all thought.

Claws slowly dug in around the coyote's knees as Pandora pleasured herself with the hot, warm hole she'd claimed, soft moans rolling from her lips. Her breath hardly stirred with each powerful thrust of her hips, her body giving firm, steady rocks as she plunged into him and dragged out. The force shoved him against the chair and dragged him down the seat each time, yet she seemed to be practically relaxed. Taking her time. Her excess juices were starting to spill from his hole, scraped off her shaft with each fresh thrust to wash down over his tail and dribble down the front of the chair-- those that weren't picked up when those heavy melons between her thighs slapped noisily to the leather. Inside, he was mercifully awash with her fluids, letting her drag that prickly poker out of him with only a wash of devilish, tingling pricks and drags that had him twitching fitfully until the fresh thrust washed everything away again.

That was what it was, when she pushed in-- every hungry shove of that ram of a dick overrode everything. Everything before that moment was forgotten and meaningless under the overwhelming surge of that throbbing meat, his every nerve catching fire inside and out, his organs re-forming to accept her, the growing pool of prefluids in his belly soaking still deeper into his digestive tract. And at the depth of every thrust, in the split-second pause between push and pull where her hips simply ground to his ass with relish, there was something that was inexplicably amazing to him. In that moment, he would often feel her heartbeat-- a single pulse, swelling up that monstrous shaft from the base to the very tip, a subtle and almost instantaneous surge. Something about the way that this pulse pushed against his insides, throughout him, made the moment... intimate. Special. He might have been a toy to her, but she was no silicon replica. This was the real thing, throbbing and leaking and hot and reaming at his ass no matter what he did or said. And it was Fucking Amazing.

His eyes widened a moment, the fog clearing as the words crystallized in his mind. Revulsion, at himself, at this bitch and her ridiculously oversized pecker, at this club, at this world that brought everything to this moment, just began to twist at his mind the instant before claws gouged through his hide and a high moan rung out over him.

Suddenly, a cataclysmic assault tore at his ass, the leopard slamming her hips against him over and over as she throbbed fat and ridged with veins, pistoning in and out of him as her heavy balls beat his hind end bruised, tight against the underside of that shaft. And the first blast-- he felt her cumvein bloat against his inner walls, and somewhere deep in his gut, fresh, scintillating heat burst into existence, setting all his insides tingling and gurgling. He struggled in vain to breathe, mouth open, not noticing his own load splattering across his face, before the nausea set in. An instant, and it resolved-- cum, unfamiliar, thick, and overpowering in potency, burst from his gullet, filling his mouth and spilling from his muzzle in gushes. His body quaked and writhed as her seed washed through his system, the coyote lost in a strange realm suspended between shock and orgasmic ecstasy.

Amidst the long-ignored internal alarms that his body was stretched beyond reason, that his nerves were worn to nothing and his insides crushed, the simple fact that he could not breathe, with his lungs compressed and a pool of juices sitting in the back of his throat all seemed to get lost in the haze. It wasn't until she finally, slowly drew, and his body abruptly decompressed and tried to inhale a wad of leopard seed, that survival mechanisms kicked in again. Hacking and coughing desperately, the coyote's chest heaved, his cumsoaked hoodie receiving a fresh spattering before Sevens finally managed to drag in air. He made such a fuss he didn't realize what was happening until those barbs seized at his ring, forcing a yelp from his throat as his body convulsed slightly. Pandora chuckled softly, slowly swaying her hips as she leaned back, holding him in place. One by one, the softened nubs popped free, a whole forest of the little beasts working free of that hole ever so slowly as the coyote ground his teeth. Juices poured out around her head as the greater girth of it jerked free, thick and stringing around those barbs until she finally yanked the last half an inch free altogether. Cum and pre splattered on the floor in a freefall as the leopard daintily stepped back, out of the way of the rapidly expanding puddle. She looked up at the well-used toy and snickered.

Sevens was free to unfold now, but his body seemed to have molded into this shape for the moment. His legs felt dead, and any attempt to move them was jerky and sent fire through his muscles. His mouth hung open, panting noisily as he simply contented himself with survival. He was happy enough to let it all pour out of him. Now that it was done, he wanted to purge himself of the taint of this thing. He drew a deep breath, and flexed his gut a little. A fresh, thick gush of seed poured out of his gaping hole, cuing a giggle from the leopard as she plucked up her clothing and retreated. She reached over somewhere, and something clicked. His shackles came undone, disappearing into the chair.

"You can show yourself out. Maybe you'll think of this next time you try to force yourself on some poor little girl, hmmm?" With that, she was gone, behind the curtain. Into the dark.

Maybe he'd think of this... maybe he would. The worn and weary coyote didn't realize it at the time, as he worked his body into functinoality again, peeled himself off that chair, and limped his way out of that club to take a long shower, but the leopardess had left him with a curse.

Two days later, he was panting over a rabbit, one paw clutching possessively at a breast. She was moaning and rocking against him, but his hips didn't move. She'd been an on-again, off-again fuckbuddy for some time, and he'd always cherished her exquisite little pussy, but... tonight...

He left suddenly-- even more suddenly than usual. She wanted to know what was wrong. It was pretty obvious when he'd enjoyed himself, and her bedsheets were practically clean. He muttered something about having something on his mind as he slipped out the door.

Walking still felt strange. It had taken about a day for him to at least walk straight, but he kept wanting to bow his legs out. He frowned at nothing and strode away, away from the pouting bunny rabbit with one pierced nipple hanging out, away from the strange churning of his pucker with every swing of his legs, away from the muddled memories and emotions of that night. Away from everything.

And yet, when he looked up, it was right in front of him: Dragged Under. He bared his teeth, black lips dragging across rows of fangs, a snarl barely sparking up in his gut. She'd blocked his number. Stopped showing up at the coffee place. But this... this was her hideout. This was where he'd be sure to find her.

For what purpose, the coyote could not say, and the first footstep took a heavy measure of will, but the coyote skulked inside. The wolf at the door frowned, but looked the other way. He saw no need to protect the surly coyote from that which lay waiting within.