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The sweet cool of aggressive air conditioning swept the muggy heat of summer from Ardanis' cheeks in a sudden rush, leaving him tingling as he stepped into the theater with a sigh. At his side, Ginger gave a rather familiar moan, apparently enjoying the transition even more than he. Her sundress clung to her body in suggestive lines as she drew a deep breath, angling her body in a moment of pleasure, sweat shining on her brow as she closed her eyes. The mouse girl always surprised him with her moments of sudden, sultry beauty, and he couldn't help but smile.

On his other side, Mina joined them with a sweet sigh, grabbing the edge of the dress she wore as a shirt and flapping it, fanning her undercleavage and providing an interesting show herself. He wasn't sure where she'd gotten her skirt, but for its admirable job of managing to encompass her broad hips, it still couldn't quite reach her knees. No doubt if she hadn't chosen her underwear wisely, her third leg would be flopping around for all the world to see. Ardanis had never known they even made "industrial strength" panties until he met her.

"So, what would you ladies like to see?" He straightened, trying to act like he hadn't even noticed the heat. "Ooh! Transprimers 4 just came out this weekend!" He restrained his tone to merely excited, glancing back at the girls, but they didn't seem to be listening. Their eyes were on the title marquee, scanning a few moments before glancing at each other.

"Why don't we watch Do Me or Die." Ginger smirked slowly. "Get the tickets, will you." Neither seemed to be questions. And when Mina smiled and nodded, Ardanis supposed it really wasn't up to him. Well, he'd chosen where they'd gotten lunch. Maybe he'd get the movie next time. But, as he went to buy the tickets, he had to wonder why on earth they'd want to watch THAT piece of crap. It was another confused roll-up of action, shallow romance, and bad comedy centered around stroking the ego of some terrible celebrity that played the lead role. He was surprised they were even still showing it, it had tanked pretty badly. But you can't help a woman's taste. At least it wasn't an outright chick flick, he supposed.

When he returned to the girls, they were teasing the ticket checker. They stood just to one side of the little roped-off entrance, arms around each other, giggling softly and whispering in each other's ears. Ginger's hands wandered over her expansive lover, gliding up her side and along one heavy breast, pressing her dress into a tight curve around that devastatingly massive mountain. They stood no more than five feet from the young squirrel, but they acted like they were all alone. As Ardanis approached, Mina took her lover's lips in a slow, deep kiss-- one that quickly grew hotter as their hands grasped blindly at each other's flesh. The squirrel's attempts at politely ignoring them had quickly melted into gaping and pitching a tent.

Ardanis chuckled richly, putting on a very nonchalant air as he placed a paw on Ginger's shoulder. "Now, now, girls, no need to make your own entertainment. I've got the tickets." The kiss broke, and the mouse girl turned, still wearing that smoky smile of irreverent pleasure, and promptly kissed him-- deeply, spreading the taste of bullgirl on his tongue. He did his best not to look surprised, and to smoothly press into the kiss a moment before breaking it, smirking as he turned to the ticket boy. "I swear, I can hardly take them anywhere, you know?" The squirrel blinked, and gave an awkward, forced smile, cheeks red, as he took the tickets and tore them for him. The girls chuckled slowly behind him, and one gave him a firm pinch in the behind. He couldn't quite suppress a yelp, but it was the squirrel that jumped, staring a moment before handing back the stubs.

"Um, third on the right..." His voice was small, and he gave a very shy smile to the women as he waved them on. "E-enjoy the show..." Mina giggled, murring something suggestive in agreement as they passed. Ardanis could barely restrain himself from rolling his eyes.

The food bar was an island of colors and grease, and the temptation hit him instantaneously. "Hey, we should get some snacks! There's hardly any line. What--" He looked up as the mobile wall that was Mina pressed him on toward the theater, the minotaur simply smirking down at him.

"We brought some snacks, don't worry," Ginger whispered in his ear, smirking deviously. Ardanis frowned, rather surprised. Sure, the stuff was expensive, but none of them were too hard up for money. But if they already had something smuggled away in their purses, he wouldn't complain. He shrugged and went in, drawing a deep breath of the cool air as they stepped into the dark of the theater itself. Trailers were already playing-- old trailers for more bad movies.

There was nothing like a cool, dark movie theater in the middle of summer. He found a smile on his face as he walked up the dimly lit walkway to the front seats and looked up-- to find the whole place empty. They had the whole place to themselves! Little wonder, considering the time and the film, but that was still a very special kind of magic. "Do you see anyone? I think it's all ours!" He grinned at the others, and they just smiled bemusedly at his excitement. "Come on." He climbed the stairs up to the very back, so the entirety of the theater would stretch out before them, silent and palely reflecting the light of the screen. He took a moment to choose the very middle seat, and the girls settled in on either side of him. Now this was the way to watch a movie. Even if it was an absolutely shitty one.

But damn, this one was really bad. It wasn't even campy, so-bad-it's-funny bad-- it was blatantly terrible. Like the people behind the film were just showing off how much money they could raise to film an absolute piece of shit and convince you to watch it. Quite possibly the film's only redeeming factor was the eye candy-- they weren't five minutes in before a whoreish celebrity showed up in a skimpy outfit, jiggling all over the place. Ardanis allowed himself a wry chuckle, slouching back in his seat, when Mina leaned down to murr over his ear.

"You hungry? I think the snacks are ready..." Ardanis blinked, and followed the motion of her hand in her lap. She wasn't reaching for her purse-- but for the formidable swell rising in her skirt. Even industrial strength only went so far, it seemed. He glanced the other way at the sound of a titter, and saw Ginger sitting back with a sly smile, her own skirt tenting eagerly, a little mountain cast in light and shadow from the screen. Mina growled softly, "all you can eat..."

Shoulders slumped, Ardanis looked back and forth between the two of them. There wasn't any question in their eyes-- not even a hint of uncertainty. Just hunger. And right in the damned theater! It was just his luck they'd ended up with the one empty room. It didn't occur to him until he was on his knees, squeezed in close against Mina's seat with the back of the next row's chair pushing to his heels, that maybe, just maybe, they had chosen this horrid film specifically so they could get their own private room for making him their shared sex toy. He paused, one paw freezing in the process of lifting Mina's skirt, and he looked up, giving her an indignant look. They'd never been interested in a movie at all! He opened his mouth, but the smirking minotaur reached out to grasp at his head, shoving him under her skirt.

Fat bull balls hugged his cheeks, hot and pulsating with life as his nose buried into the underside of her shaft. The sturdy fabric of her underwear did little to muffle the warmth and the musk of her, and he could feel her half-hard rod pulsate under the press of his sudden presence. The wide, steely hand wrapped around his head pushed him in a few slow, firm grinds against that burdensome, panty-wrapped bundle before he got the idea and nuzzled firmly into her, mouth opening to suckle loosely at one heavy orb. If he let her go on, she'd probably smother him in her junk, so it was better to get to pleasing her into relaxation. Her skirt settled over his head as his lips wandered the medley of soft and hard flesh that was her fruit basket, huffing thick, hot breaths over her orbs, nibbling dully at the base of that thick rod, following it on its sinuously curved path through its cloth prison with kisses and little suckles that left her panties wet in spots.

Before too long, the minotauress was settling back, murring appreciatively and even chuckling at one or two piss-poor lines from the movie. She was content to let him work her over while she enjoyed the movie, it seemed. Shivering a little with what might have been humiliation, Ardanis took the opportunity to draw a deep breath before setting back to work. Tenting her skirt high, he suckled his way to her very tip, easily identified by the massive patch of slimy precum soaked through her panties, if not by the fat knob of flesh that twitched at even the brush of his breath. His lips spread in a wide suckle around that swell, tongue dragging across slick fabric as he drew hot slurps over that thick chunk of bullcock, teasing her until her panties were warping grotesquely around the steely push of that rod. Her impatient growls and a sudden buck that nearly gave him a black eye off her cockhead cued him to peel her underwear to one side enough for her head to pop free.

A single kiss to that bare flesh rewarded him with half a mouthful of thick bull arousal, the feline gagging a moment before swallowing her spilt juices. The thick musk of her was suddenly washing through him in full, soaking into his nose, making his eyes water just a little. His body was warm, and his pants were growing tight and uncomfortable, but there was no time for that now. He rested a paw on her leg, bracing her a little to keep her from bucking too much as he slowly drew that fat piece into his mouth. His lips gave a familiar strain around the fattest strain of her crown, but her cockhead fit quite snugly in his muzzle, the feline setting to washing over that captured flesh firmly with a probing, wandering tongue. The minotauress' pleased rumbles accompanied a fresh wash of juices saturating his tongue, and he was just starting to pull her panties aside properly when a hand, small and dainty, landed on his shoulder. A murmur and a titter passed between the girls, and he was drawn from between Mina's legs, his face mussed with spilt juices and a trace of sweat.

Ginger had taken his seat, sitting snuggled up to Mina's side with a smile. She made a little kiss at him, and pulled him to scoot over, to slide between her slender legs a moment. Ardanis couldn't help but smile a bit gratefully-- it would be nice to take a moment to at least work with something he could breathe around.

Unlike her relatively modest and practical lover, Ginger had seen fit to leave her panties at home-- as Ardanis found out when her legs opened and she pulled him in. She stuffed that mouse dick right into his panting muzzle, two hands wrapping round her head as she gave a firm buck of her hips with a purr, firmly penetrating his throat. His eyes widened, staring unseeingly at the mouse's shadowy nethers under her skirt as her legs slowly slid up around him to wrap around the back of his head. A soft, choked sputter was the most he could manage in protest as her legs flexed, drawing him tight to her hips and grinding her cock against the back of his neck, but the movie was swelling into a noisy chase scene, and his pathetic mewls were drowned out.

Steely cockflesh dragged around his throat in luxurious, wandering grinds as the mousegirl moaned out, her legs a vice of flesh flexing and easing around him, drowning out all sound but her heartbeat, speeding with every tight shove into his suddenly savaged neck and easing as she sighed and loosed him to wiggle her hips again. His arms rose convulsively, grasping at her legs, grappling like she was a python, but she mashed her crotch to his face undeterred, balls hot and tightening occasionally against his chin as she worked in and out of his throat at her leisure.

A stretch of silence in the movie was pierced by a high scream, and Ginger jumped, crushing Ardanis against her hips as her heart pounded all around him. The irony of his thoughts of breathing with her was inescapable as his head swam under her crushing grip for several moments before she finally relaxed, slumping with a soft wash of laughter and petting over his head. Her fingers stroked through his hair as she cooed to him, slowly fucking his throat with easy rolls of her hips as her heels dug at his back. He could do little more than hang pinned and skewered, not even bothering to support himself with his paws, until she finally loosed him, legs falling reluctantly to his sides as the minotaur gave hungry growls, looming over the both of them. A great, powerful hand wrapped around his arm, and he was dragged back between two massive, furry legs to be confronted with the beast itself-- unleashed.

Her panties were gone, and her skirt couldn't contain it. That proud tower of bullcock stood bobbing slowly with her pulse, a dozen rivulets of spilt juices lighting up in a lattice down her cumvein under the light of the screen. She smirked, hand reaching to seize at him, but he hurried to fulfill her wishes-- better to do it himself than have to be forced through it at her pace. Opening wide, he engulfed the head of that creature in one broad gulp, pushing her to the back of his muzzle as he captured as much cockflesh as his mouth could contain, suckling loosely as his tongue worked quickly to spread saliva and cockjuices over that dreadfully thick shaft. Her fingers descended slowly to curl in his hair, taking a firm grip-- ready to force him for more. No time for more, if he wanted to keep his own pace.

Closing his eyes tight and arching his back up and out, he drew a deep breath and lunged forward. For one long, agonizing moment, he strained around her, his internal muscles seizing and quivering fitfully under the pressure of that massive chunk of flesh squeezing against his limits, but he cleared his mind and relaxed nearly every muscle in his body-- and she slid in with a tight whisper of dragging flesh rasping in his ears. He shivered thickly around that mass of flesh, taking just a beat to adjust before working her deeper. He grasped tight at her legs, fingers combing through fur a moment before finding grips to keep her in place-- or at least to help him ride her inevitable bucks. His neck slowly pulsed with a dying ache as he adjusted to her, and he leaned in firmly, swallowing one inch, then another, that big, fat bull cock slowly disappearing between his lips as his nose nudged aside the skirt draped over that heavy rod.

He'd thought he was making pretty damn good time, but Mina must have disagreed-- her hand tightened in his hair, and suddenly he was swallowing that rod in full, dragged by the scalp to consume her to the very last inch. His body lapsed into thick trembles of humiliation and aching around that rod pulsing deep in his throat, but the minotaur just pushed a few slow, hungry grinds down that strained fuckhole-- and drew him off. Not just easing, she pulled him up... and up... and up, till her cockhead popped free of his throat with a heavy slurp and a burst of air from his painfully relieved windpipe. She pulled him off that rod entirely, holding him hanging by his mussed hair a moment, and he was happy to be the ragdoll in her grip for a moment, coughing and catching his breath.

A sudden sense of dizziness was his only warning before he was mashed into Ginger's crotch, his neck instantly impaled on her own throbbing shaft. Cooing with what might have been a trace of sympathy, the mousegirl stroked over his head-- while holding it firmly in place. She must have been enjoying the show; she was twitching hard and felt halfway ready to blow even though she should have cooled down a fair bit while he was choking down that beef log. His body stumbled into place behind him, shuffling over in front of her seat enough to give him a little support as her legs slung around him again. This time, she didn't quite wrap around his head-- she just crossed her ankles behind his back, shuffling up close in her seat. Her fingers threaded tight in his hair, and with low sighs and moans, she drew him off, and shoved him down the full length of her cock, legs shoving him tight into her crotch.

Using his back for an extra hold, she shoved him into her loins hungrily, her smooth, sensual pace occasionally faltering into hungry, rapid bucking, grinding around his throat with a hot sigh before finally lapsing back into sinuous rolls again. His throat was starting to numb, accepting its fate as a hole, and his eyes glazed as she shoved down his gullet again and again, mashing her balls tight to his chin as they pulsated. His attention wandered south, to the screaming discomfort between his own legs that was his own manhood, tangled up in his boxers, throbbing desperately for release. His paws were loose and dangling, so he brought them together, fumbling at his pants, thumbing open the button and dragging clumsily at his fly, constantly distracted by the searing pressure butting against the inside of his neck and the heave of the mousegirl's hips against his face.

A shiver ran up his spine as he finally slipped free of his pants, his dick poking into sweet, cool air to drool its desire on the theater floor. He might have sighed if he had such leisure in breathing, but he contented himself with caressing that poor, abused staff slowly. The swell of sensation in his gut caught him off-guard: he was almost ready to blow! Shame curdled in the bottom of his lungs, and he curled up on himself a little, rocking with the hungry shoves of the mousegirl's hips. She was throbbing urgently now, and he vaguely recognized the warning signs. His tongue sluggishly twisted to drag over that twitching, fattening mouse piece, and he swallowed slowly around her as her moans peaked, fighting with the inane dialog of the movie to ring through the theater. Her pulses fattened, straining his neck wider still until the sudden pulse of smooth warmth spread in the depths of his neck, oddly soothing to the muscles strained by Mina's recent intrusion. He swallowed earnestly, milking her to the last drop for that thick brew until she was sighing and peeling him off.

He might have fallen to the floor in a heap if Mina hadn't already been reaching to grab him. She hauled him up, and he opened his mouth, resigned to the brevity of his throat's relief-- but she was pulling him past her bullhood, arms closing around him as he neared eye level with her. She smirked slowly, turning him to face the screen and setting him down in her lap straddling that beast. His legs fell clumsily around her broad thighs, settling kind of half-kneeling atop her, with his feet brushing over the seats to either side. She settled him in place only long enough to reach down and yank down the back of his jeans, exposing his rear to her warm belly. He gasped, and as she grasped him and lifted the feline up over that rod, he stuttered out a shrill, half-whispered protest.

"W-wait! You c-can't do that in here! What if someone comes in?!" It wasn't a 'we can't,' as he was hardly part of the decision process when these two got an idea in their head. But he had to draw the line somewhere! And besides, if she tried to fit that thing inside him in the state he was in...

"Sshhh..." She snickered, taking a long, rather awkward moment to position him just right before firmly seating him on that rod, the fat swell of her cockhead prying his cheeks open to sit square against his pucker, pushing a high gasp from him, along with a sound he could only just convince himself wasn't a moan. "Nobody will come looking... as long as you keep quiet." She purred the words teasingly, and gave a firm grind up, that broad knob of cockflesh barely seeming to start to penetrate him so much as bludgeon his anus into submission. He bit down on another throaty noise, legs twitching and trembling, reluctantly parting to ease the process as she gave another grind, his body rising and falling with the powerful roll of her hips.

The saliva he'd managed to coat that rod with was only a small blessing-- a thin slickness coating her barely smoothed the way before melting into his own fur and hide. What was slowly working him inexorably open around her was her own thick globs of pre, her very tip pushing wad after wad against his fluttering, half-opened pucker, slowly flooding his bowels and seeping down between his cheeks and her red-hot flesh. It was, no doubt, a self-sustaining production-- the more precum she pushed up his slowly straining hole, the slicker he got, and the more he opened with each hungry push of her hips. And the more his hole opened and slicked around that impatiently throbbing monstrosity, the more aroused she got, and the more of that slick stuff she jammed into him. His breath faltered, his throat tightening in half-voiced moans as he stretched, and stretched, the familiar ache of the seemingly impossible seeping up from his poor, doomed tailhole. He was taking her. Little more than a hairsbreadth at a time, but he was opening around that creature, and she was that much closer to claiming his ass once again.

The flare of her crown was the cruelest part-- the gentle swell down the underside of that fat cockhead slowly pressed out as it spread to either side, stretching him wide to the left and right, and as her cumvein flared out spongy and fat against his ring, squishing in to fit past that tight barrier, that stubborn flare pushed out at its very widest. He never knew, when she paused at this moment, taking the very last half an inch of that beastly cockhead at an infernal crawl, if she thought she was doing him a favor, or if she just loved the feel of him stretching to the very widest she could push him. Perhaps that particular texture, when the ring of muscle that was his asshole was stretched paper thin around her fullest girth, gave her some wondrous pleasure. Or maybe she just wanted him to suffer, he supposed bitterly. By this point, he desperately wanted it to be in-- for her head to be blessedly buried so he would get at least a tiny bit of slack again. When she drew ever so achingly close to pushing it in fully, he drew one ragged breath, and bucked his hips, swallowing that cockhead between his cheeks with a thick sigh of relief. It didn't occur to him that that may have been exactly what she'd wanted-- for him to push to take him, and give that hot little pleasured sigh around her rod.

Ardanis was much too distracted to think of such a thing, between the intense sensation of that bullcock throbbing against his insides, and his struggle with himself. He'd very nearly lost it-- his own rod stood at desperate attention between his arms, draped in front of him seemingly to stay out of the way. He was pulsing and drooling precum everywhere, and he didn't dare to even think about that massive bull dick towering under him, or the mountains of soft flesh brushing his back. Each time his mind brushed these concepts he felt a desperate tug, and he almost fell into it. He couldn't give into the pleasure. He couldn't cum just from... this...

Five inches and a smug chuckle. Mina's arms were tight around him as she abruptly shoved him down that rod, burying five inches of fresh, hot flesh inside him, and he was firing wildly, helplessly, mouth open wide with a silent scream that was blessedly cancelled out with a simultaneous gasp. He could only barely see his own cream arcing over the seats below, spraying a good portion of the middle rows with his spunk before his aching balls finally settled. He trembled down to his toes, ears folding as he glanced over at Ginger.

The mousegirl seemed to be enjoying the movie-- she gave no sign she'd noticed. And behind him, Mina was chuckling warmly into his back, giving slow, thick, deliberate pulses against his bowels, straining his ring a hint wider with each powerful swell of blood.

His secret, then-- his little donation to the theater. Ardanis hung his head, relieved a moment-- and that wave of eased tension spreading through him was all the invitation Mina needed. She dragged him down, impaling him on that meatpole until his ass slapped to her thighs, half-muffled by the ruffled mess of her skirt. She throbbed powerfully against his guts, her head swelling and drooling well up in his gut, pushing a subtle swell out the front of his shirt. He groaned sullenly, his insides churning around that distantly familiar intruder. A man shouldn't have to grow accustomed to having his stomach flattened to one side of his torso. But Ardanis led an interesting life.

Humming contentedly, Mina slowly encircled the stuffed feline in her arms, pulling him into her cleavage to set her chin on his head. He glanced up, panting with some effort for the obstruction poking at his lungs, and found that she was watching the movie again. She gave a rich chuckle as a whiny celebrity met a sudden, violent end, and her rod gave several abrupt, powerful throbs inside him, jerking against his strained walls as her body flexed with her laughter. His low moans brought her attention down to him enough for her to give a firm roll of her hips, levering her cock against the fulcrum that was his abused tailhole to grind tightly around his bowels, pushing hungrily against deep, churning reaches of his internal walls. He shuddered thickly, gasping uselessly for breath as his head fell back into that broad cleavage. Her breasts were insidious-- the more he leaned into them, the softer, and warmer, and more relaxing they proved to his frayed senses, and the closer they came to smothering him in a shallow grave of fabric and flesh. Already, the sides of the theater were eclipsed in her broad bust, and two round shadows just barely infringed on the screen as her shirtdress stretched around his head. He couldn't quite bring himself to care, though-- he just nuzzled into that soft flesh, eyes hooded, paws clutching to his belly as that heavy swell of interloping bull flesh pushed around just under his ribcage.

What did catch his attention quite effectively was Ginger's kindness. Perhaps she'd been especially satisfied with her use of his throat, but the mousegirl had given up on the movie in favor of leaning over into his lap and sucking up his spent, half-hard shaft. At first, the sensation of an unexpected tongue was searing on his recently used flesh, but her tender licks and suckles had him hardening rapidly, wringing at the minotaur's meat log as he throbbed with life. It wasn't fair, subjecting him to such things-- such was the distant, sullen thought rattling somewhere in his skull as his hips started to grind hungrily, shoving down onto that beastly cock, and up into that warm mouth. He was only a man, after all.

Those broad, immeasurably powerful hips below him heaved and shoved up firmly, the minotaur simply holding him in place as she pleasured herself with his strained ass. Her murrs and titters leaked over his ears as she watched the movie, smirking and giving the occasional thick huff of air, sending his hair fluttering about as she ground especially deep into that wrecked ass. He answered with weak murbles, the swollen shadows of her breasts slowly devouring the screen before his eyes as he sank deeper and deeper into her cleavage, hips rocking hungrily, most meeting the slow, powerful pace of the bullgirl, but occasionally jerking into a quick, needy humping against Ginger's face and her tender, slithering tongue.

The thickening throbs of that obelisk of bullhood against his guts warned him well in advance of Mina's building pleasure-- they counted down the inevitable in vivid, straining throbs, stretching him just a little wider each time as she swelled with rushing blood, her hands gradually tightening into steel restraints on his hips. He was locked in place for his disastrous injection, and he couldn't do a thing to stop it. Every throb came a little faster than the last, her prejuices smoothing the way as her hips bucked up with growing intensity, surging into vicious, jarring blows to his ass one after the other as she snarled over his head. His weak gasps were almost cut off completely as he disappeared into the bullgirl's cleavage, his head buried between those magnificent tits as she reamed his ass with orgasmic fury. His body tried to fight back, to tighten, to become rigid, but she broke through his resistance instantly, and he was little more than her rubbery, broken in fucktoy, her balls slapping against his, bruising him even through his barely-drawn jeans as they churned with their payload.

Her arms were crossed bars of steel pinning him, crushing him to her chest as the first pulse, the first sudden ballooning of his guts with her hot seed, the first intestine-soaking wad fired deep inside him, and the powerful pumping of that rod, still grinding several inches in and out of him to the tune of low, guttural growls, punished every inch of his insides before soaking it with her seed. His ravaged prostate sent him firing off with sudden, quivering power, filling Ginger's mouth as her tongue wrapped tight around his rod. His balls pumped and pumped until he was shooting dry, and his body lapsed into weak tremors as he bloated around the minotaur's excessive supply. Knowing her, this was hardly a dip off the top of the tank, and his belly was aching and visibly swollen.

As Ginger's lips peeled off him, slurping up the last of his juices, Ardanis finally collapsed into pure weariness, huffing raggedly at what little air squeezed between those monstrous tits. If he really wanted to, he might have been able to haul himself out of this warm, cloth-wrapped prison. Maybe. But as it was, Mina stroked over his stomach and gave a lazy chuckle, apparently returning her attention to the movie once again. He could feel Ginger snuggle up against Mina's side, and the three of them relaxed as the film reached its anticlimax. Ardanis supposed he was doubly blessed, as he could barely discern anything at all about the film in his warm, suffocating little sensory deprivation chamber.

Finally, the film seemed to have ended, and the two started to shift and stretch, the minotaur's every stirring pushing that rod around his guts, creating fresh sloshes and currents in his swollen belly. How they were going to get out of there without making a massive mess all over the seats and the floor was beyond him. Ginger said something, and he thought she might have been bringing that up, but he could mostly make out Mina's response.

"Yeah, I probably missed about half of it! Let's just stay and watch it again." She chuckled and settled in.

Ardanis had to be a comical sight, he knew-- sitting square in a minotaur's lap, his belly straining at his shirt, his jeans jerked down just enough to accommodate the mast anchoring him in place, and his head securely buried in the minotaur's cleavage while he blindly shook one fist at the ceiling, cursing his fate in the most melodramatic way he knew. Doomed. He was doomed to "sit" through this horrid film all over again-- and the theater was doomed to smell like bullcum for eternity.