{"sf1_id":47,"sf2_id":"AnK2OGam","title":"Auction Night","author":"Tony Greyfox","words":4074,"posted_at":"1970-01-01T00:00:00.000Z","tags":["Bisexual","Bondage","Otter","Raccoon","Skunk","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/47-auction-night","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/AnK2OGam","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/47/a7/47a77022-1489-479d-ada4-ca52799f37f7","description":"","content":"Auction Night  \nBy Tony Greyfox  \n  \n  \n\"I don't believe you talked me into doing this, Colin.\"  \n  \nErik glowered at his partner, who was grinning hugely at the skunk and  \nholding a card with a long string on it. \"Oh, I don't know, Erik, it's  \nfor a good cause, remember? Besides, you'll look great wearing a  \nleash.\"  \n  \n\"I'm going to get you for this, furball.\"  \n  \n\"I certainly hope so.\"  \n  \nErik grabbed the card from the 'coon and hung it around his neck, just  \nas another dozen furs in the room were doing, often helped by someone  \nelse. Generally, the ones with cards were looking hostilely at the  \nhelpers.  \n  \nPet auction, Erik thought wryly. Sell yourself for the weekend with  \nthe money going to various charities - that's all well and good, but  \nwho knows just what's going to happen in the meantime! Colin saw his  \nworried expression and leaned close, nuzzling his cheek. \"Don't worry  \nabout it,\" he advised. \"It's all in fun. You'll have a great time.\"  \n  \n\"Sure thing.\" Erik looked at the card; it held his number - 9 - and a  \ntwo-letter code - AS - that he didn't get at all. \"What's that mean?\"  \nhe asked the 'coon.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Oh, that,\" Colin grunted. \"Uh... well, that's...\" He looked slightly  \nworried.  \n  \n\"Okay, could we have all pets to the front, please!\" someone called.  \n  \n\"Whoop! That's your cue, Erik!\" Colin started pushing the skunk  \ntowards the raised platform through the crowd.  \n  \n\"Hang on! What's that letter code mean?\" Erik demanded, trying to hold  \nhimself back but failing as he was shuffled onto the platform with the  \nothers.  \n  \nColin grinned evilly up at him. \"That's your safety level - the class  \nthat you're auctioned off. I signed you in as 'anything goes'.\"  \n  \n\"WHAT?!\" Erik snarled down as the auctioneer - a large lynx - stepped  \nforward with a microphone and a wolf guided Erik into the lineup.  \n  \n\"Welcome, everyone, to the VanCon pet auction!\" the announcer started.  \n\"We've got fourteen prime examples of great pets up here for you to  \nchoose from, and remember - every successful bid will benefit  \ncharities in Vancouver. So, let's get to it! Number One, please step  \nforward.\"  \n  \nA grey fox stepped up into the spotlight, bearing the number 1 and the  \nsame code as Erik on his card. \"Ooh, what a specimen!\" the lynx  \ngrowled, stepping around the fox. \"Anton here is a 22-year-old who  \nenjoys sports, art, good writing and just about anything else you  \nmight be interested in. So, let's start the bidding at $50.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Erik saw someone lift a paddle out in the audience; he couldn't make  \nout faces through the stage lighting. \"We have $50! Let's go for $75!\"  \n  \nPaddles flashed as the auctioneer ran the price up in decreasing  \nincrements until it finally stalled out at $140. The fox was led away  \noff the other side of the stage as the auctioneer congratulated the  \nlucky bidder. \"Next up, this lovely lioness,\" the lynx continued on.  \n  \nErik watched the line of pets start to diminish as they moved closer  \nand closer to his position, each new one generating a little more  \nanxiety on Erik's part. He noticed that furs who had denoted  \nthemselves at lesser levels of abandon on their cards - things ranged  \nfrom 'personal assistant for a couple of days' to 'back rubs, casual  \ncuddling and maybe a nice bath' to 'take me now' - garnered lower bids  \n- one felid went to his bidder for $45, another for only $60.  \n  \nFinally, the handsome otter standing next to Erik went for a neat $200  \nand the skunk heard his number called. He stepped forward next to the  \nannouncer.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Oh, this is a nice one!\" the lynx crooned, playing to the crowd.  \n\"Erik here is a very handsome and very talented 27-year-old university  \ngraduate, freelance writer and sensualist, and - as you can see - he's  \nabsolutely gorgeous. Let's see where we can go with this one! Bidding  \nstarts at $100.\"  \n  \nFour paddles shot into the air as one, and the bidding war was on.  \nErik stood, slightly warm under the lights and the scrutiny of the  \naudience. When things started to stall out at $175, the lynx leaned  \nclose to him. \"Turn around. Walk just a bit, and maybe take off your  \nshirt. You're going to go high if you do...\"  \n  \nErik shrugged and drew the loose shirt off, playing to the lights by  \ntossing it over one shoulder and turning one way, then the other,  \nletting his thick tail with its white stripes gleaming in the light  \ncircle first his ankles, then playfully wrap around the lynx's leg as  \nhe passed. A giggle swept through the crowd, and someone shouted  \n\"$200!\"  \n  \n\"All right!\" the auctioneer called. \"I have $200! Let's hear $225!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Bidding went wild, and Erik was shocked to hear his price reach $250.  \nThe lynx decreased the bidding increments to $10 at a time, and slowly  \nthe number of paddles started to decrease until, finally, only two  \nwere still appearing. He strained to try and make out the faces, but  \nfailed to penetrate the dim lights.  \n  \nThe bidding kept going. And going. \"Boy, these two really want to  \nspend some time with Erik here!\" the lynx commented to the crowd.  \n\"It's to number 52 at $300. Shall we see $310?\"  \n  \n\"$400,\" came the reply. A dead silence followed the bid, and even Erik  \nblinked.  \n  \n\"Four hundred dollars! That's a new record for our auctions, folks...  \nanyone going to top that?\"  \n  \nThe lynx waited. \"Going once!\" Nothing. \"Twice!\" Again, silence. \"And  \nsold to bidder 52 for $400! Congratulations, and I hope someone's  \nvideotaping this, 'cause I want to have a record of this one....\"  \n  \nErik was led off the back of the stage as the winning bidder made  \ntheir way through the crowd. \"That was absolutely friggin'  \nunbeleivable!\" the con staff member commented excitedly to Erik, his  \nlong ears perked. \"You're gonna be a legend around here, man!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Great. Who bought me?!\"  \n  \n\"I did.\"  \n  \nErik turned towards the voice and blinked, then stared openly. His  \n'owner' for the next 24 hours was absolutely beautiful. The otterkin  \nstood before him, surveying his body warmly, smiling. \"Oh, my,\" she  \nbreathed, stepping closer. \"You were worth the money.\"  \n  \nErik grinned uncomfortably. \"Uh, thanks,\" he managed. \"I'm flattered.\"  \n  \n\"I hope so. I've never spent that much at one of these before, and I  \nintend to get my money's worth out of it.\" She handed a wad of cash to  \nthe staffer, who counted it and nodded. The otter then handed Erik  \nsomething. \"Put this on. Don't bother with your shirt, you look better  \nwithout it,\" she purred, running a paw sensuously through his thick  \nchest fur.  \n  \nErik looked at the object she had handed him - it was a leash. He  \nshrugged and attached it to the collar he normally wore, a choke chain  \nthat he had modified so it couldn't cinch up all the way. He then  \nhanded the other end back to his 'owner'. \"So what should I call you?\"  \nhe asked.  \n  \nShe jerked the leash sharply, pulling at the collar, sampling the  \nstrength and feel of the connection. \"Well, you could call me  \nMistress, I suppose.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Oh. ... okay, Mistress.\"  \n  \nShe smiled, her tiny white teeth showing through her dark brown pelt.  \n\"Oh, that sounds silly. Call me Sherall instead.\"  \n  \nErik grinned at her. \"That's much nicer. You had me worried there for  \na minute, Sherall. I had visions of all sorts of leather things...\"  \n  \n\"Oh, that's not my thing. But if it were my thing, you'd be in  \ntrouble, according to that card you were wearing....\"  \n  \n\"Then I'm glad it's not your thing. My partner would have been in  \nserious trouble afterwards. He signed me in in this class.\" Erik  \nlooked at her. \"Not that I mind, now....\"  \n  \nSherall jerked the leash again, playfully. \"Come on. I want to show  \nyou off.\"  \n  \n\"Let's go, then!\" Erik followed along at the end of the blue strap as  \nshe led the way out of the room.  \n  \n  \n  \nThe first stop was the dealer's room. Sherall led her 'pet' through  \nthe doors by the leash, and wandered through to the table of a local  \ngaming business. \"Kery, check this out!\" she crowed to the female  \nmarten working behind the counter. \"I just set a new record in the pet  \nauction!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Kery stood and came around the table. \"Ooooohhhh,\" she murred,  \ncircling the skunk, who stood obediently for her and grinned. \"How  \nmuch did you pay?\"  \n  \n\"$400. They're still in shock.\"  \n  \n\"You paid $400 for him? Oh, my God! How did you afford it?!\"  \n  \nSherall looked at Erik. \"Could you step over to that next table for a  \nminute? It's in range of your leash.\" He nodded and did just that,  \nscanning the titles at the Comic Shop's booth. Peeking back over, he  \nsaw his 'owner' whispering something to her friend, who blinked and  \nstarted to giggle suddenly. He frowned as Sherall called him back  \nover.  \n  \n\"You have fun, hm?\" Kery said as the two left her table, grinning  \nwidely. Erik wondered what the joke was, and whether it was on him or  \nnot.  \n  \nThey made a circuit of the room, then the otterkin took him on a pass  \nthrough the art annex, set up in one of the smaller ballrooms of the  \nhotel. Erik nodded at a couple of friends who were set up with their  \nwares; they followed the leash to its end and their eyes widened  \nappreciatively. The pair of furs was drawing quite a crowd - both were  \nquite attractive, and teh leash between the two was just one more  \nfactor.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; A booming beat was ricocheting through the main hallway as they exited  \nthe art annex. \"Oh, the dance has started!\" she exclaimed. \"Come on!\"  \n  \nShe moved faster, and the leash drew Erik along behing at a fair clip.  \nThey skidded through the main ballroom doors and were brought up short  \nby the extremely loud music and a wave of dancers undulating to the  \nbeat.  \n  \n\"I should warn you, I don't dance all that well,\" Erik yelled at his  \n'owner', who grinned at him.  \n  \n\"Don't worry - you can't do much but move to the music out there!\" The  \nleash tightened, and they struggled into the mass of furred bodies  \nbouncing to the techno band on stage. A song ended, and in the respite  \nbefore the driving, thumping beat returned, the two managed to find an  \nopen spot. When the next song began, that breathing space disappeared,  \npressing them close.  \n  \nSherall had been correct - the definition of 'dancing' was fairly  \nloose in this context. There was no such thing as horizontal motion;  \ninstead, they circled around, bodies rubbing against one another as  \nwell as the other dancers in the dark red-blue-yellow flashes of the  \nlight show.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Someone's paw ran up Erik's tail to its base, and he jumped - or tried  \nto, at least; the result was to press his body to Sherall's softness.  \nShe wrapped her arms around him, still moving, and held him there, his  \nfur tingling from the contact with the gorgeous otter.  \n  \nThe crowd got closer, and again Erik felt other bodies close, paws  \nstraying to both his body and hers. He ran one paw along her side and  \nstroked the edge of her large breast, and she purred and returned the  \nfavor with a paw on his buttock.  \n  \nHeat and exhaustion in the mass of dancing furs drove the two out of  \nthe auditorium after an hour; she led him out, holding the leash once  \nagain, into the inner courtyard of the hotel, open to the elements.  \nThe night was clear and dark, and a cool breeze ruffled their fur.  \n  \n\"Oh, that's nice,\" Erik commented, stretching. \"I'm not great in  \ncrowds at the best of times.\"  \n  \nSherall smiled. \"I live for things like that - I love getting close to  \npeople like that.\" She checked her watch, and looked back up at him.  \n\"Let's go back to my room.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He blinked. \"I thought you'd never command. Lead the way.\"  \n  \nShe did. A few moments later, the otterkin was unlocking the door, and  \nwithin seconds of stepping through, the two furs were in each other's  \narms in the darkness.  \n  \nErik felt lips caressing the ridges of his collarbone, then a broad  \nnose began exploring his neck, nuzzling the sensitive spots there. He  \ncurled his tail around and found her thick, pointed tail, and wrapped  \naround it, drawing her close, pressing her pelvis against his. He  \nturned his head and licked the edge of one ear; she shivered and  \nwhimpered a little, and pushed suddenly. He found himself with an  \notter astride him laying across the big bed.  \n  \n\"Don't move, pet,\" she commanded from somewhere in the dark, and her  \nbody was suddenly gone. He grinned and waited for whatever was going  \nto come next. He didn't have to wait long; suddenly there was a strip  \nof something across his eyes.  \n  \n\"What the...\" he tried to ask, before a paw closed around his muzzle,  \nsilencing him.  \n  \n\"Hush, Erik,\" her voice came. \"Don't worry.\" She lifted his head and  \nthe blindfold was cinched tightly.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"What the hell is this?\" he demanded, slightly alarmed. He reached for  \nthe blindfold to take it off, but hands grabbed him - from both sides  \n- and held them down. \"What the HELL?\"  \n  \nShe chuckled, a ghostly sound from wherever it came from. \"Relax,  \nErik, we're not going to hurt you. You'll enjoy this.\"  \n  \nHe tried to free himself, but froze as someone started to strip away  \nhis jeans. The paws tugged at his clothing and he was soon quite  \nnaked, still held down by the arms by at least two furs.  \n  \n\"Now, Erik,\" her voice came from somewhere near his feet. \"We're going  \nto play for a bit here. I bought you for a ridiculous amount, and that  \nmeans you have to do what I tell you to do. And right now, what I want  \nyou to do is to relax and go along with things. If you don't want to  \ndo that, I can always tie you down.\"  \n  \nHe grunted. \"I don't see as how I have much of a choice. I'll go along  \nwith you.\"  \n  \n\"Good,\" she murmured, and suddenly the hold on his wrists was gone.  \nInstead, paws started to caress his body - he tried to count the  \nindividual touches, but they moved too quickly and he couldn't  \ndistinguish any differences. He estimated that there were three furs -  \nSherall and two others that must have come in after they entered the  \nroom. Touches swarmed over his chest, his stomach, his legs, his  \nthighs, and then someone started to stroke his sheath gently and he  \ndidn't really care how many there were anymore.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; A muzzle lowered to his, and he felt a tongue rasp across his nose, He  \nopened his jaws and joined himself to whoever it was - he felt a long  \ntongue start to twine with his, and the muzzle felt quite long itself.  \nHis paw on that side lifted and found that fur's back, drawing it  \nclose and onto the bed; he felt its chest - his chest - rustling  \nagainst his side as they kept kissing. A hardness met his hip as the  \nfur adjusted himself.  \n  \nMeanwhile, Erik's own erection had reached full strength, thanks to  \nthe gentle touch of whoever had that position. The soft paw moved to  \nhis shaft, jutting out of his sheath, and he 'mmph!'ed around the  \ntongue that probed his mouth.  \n  \nThe third pair of paws was still working, and another muzzle started  \nto travel along his chest, lingering long on his exposed nipple.  \n  \nA warm wetness engulfed his erect prick suddenly, and he jerked his  \nhips into the sucking mouth that travelled slowly in circles along the  \nflesh. That person started to caress his balls at the same time. He  \nmoved his hand down to the prick of the fur he had found and started  \nto jack him slowly. The muzzle left his with a gasp, and he felt the  \nfur roll slightly, allowing him better access.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; That left his own face free, and suddenly everything stopped for a  \nmoment as his 'assailants' repositioned themselves. Someone started to  \nsuck him again, and he sighed; then he smelled the sharp tang of a  \nfemale's juices close to his nose, and he had a wet muff descend onto  \nhis muzzle. Surprised, he yipped, and the fem - he assumed it was  \nSherall - cried out as his muzzle moved against her.  \n  \nHis tongue lapped against the edges of her pussy, and she pressed  \nagainst him, her hips circling as her tail curled around and wrapped  \npartly around his head, holding him close as he reached up and opened  \nher with his fingers and curled his tongue deep into her.  \n  \nThe fur that had been working him tensed suddenly, and he heard ragged  \nbreathing from somewhere near the end of the bed. He wished he could  \nsee what was going on down there; from the motion of the fur, he  \nassumed the male he'd found earlier wasn't the only one in the room,  \nand that the daisy chain they had going was lengthened by one at that  \nend. In that end, he corrected, his tongue still working, finding  \nSherall's clit and circling it. She yelped and her tail tightened  \naround his neck, just a little bit.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Juices were starting to coat his muzzle, the scent driving him nuts,  \nand the mouth on his cock was starting to get a little more ragged,  \nthe strokes slowing, then speeding up; Erik moved his hips into the  \nstrokes, feeling the coming orgasm starting to build deep in himself.  \n  \nThe otter perched over his head suddenly cried out, and he was  \nrewarded with a stream of her sweet cum as she convulsed, her paws  \ncrashing down on his chest as she rode his mouth to the peak. Her  \nsmell drove him over, and he moaned, a long, drawn-out low cry, as the  \nexplosion built, then crashed, and he came, filling the mouth that was  \nengulfing him with gush after gush of his semen, the pulses stretching  \nhis body then releasing it. Sherall's weight slumped to one side, and  \na tongue cleaned his prick, then left.  \n  \nA pair of knees hit the bed on one side of his head, and a paw guided  \nhim to turn towards the new weight. Something large and blunt bumped  \nagainst his muzzle; he smelled a gamy male odor, and licked out,  \ngetting just a taste. The object moved closer, pressing against his  \nlips, and he opened his mouth, licking along the shaft that had  \npresented itself to him. He tasted latex, and assumed this was the fur  \nthat had been screwing the one that had sucked him. He took the entire  \nlength into his muzzle, and swung his tail and one arm around to  \ngather Sherall to his other side. Sucking wildly, he felt a little jet  \nof precum coat his mouth.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Someone levered Erik's knees apart, and he felt more weight on the end  \nof the bed. Paws stroked up from his crotch around his sheath and  \nrapidly recovering prick, stroking his chest, then returning back  \ndown. They pulled up on his hips, and he allowed them to rise. He felt  \na pillow being positioned beneath his ass, and then a set of furry  \nhips brushed his inner thighs and a hard bulb rested against his anus,  \nsending a thrill through him.  \n  \nWith a sharp jerk, there was several inches of thick cock inside him.  \nThe presence of some lubrication made the entry bearable, but the  \nspeed of it sent a bolt of pain through Erik, and he yelped in  \nsurprise. His distraction didn't last long, as a set of paws grasped  \nhis head and pulled him into a thrust that slammed the prick he had in  \nhis mouth deep. His gag reflex surfaced as the tip nudged the back of  \nhis throat, but he got control and pulled away slightly, jerking up  \nand down along the shaft once again, his tongue working hard as paws  \ngrasped his hips and started a slow, gentle but inexorable rhythm.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; A convulsion ran through the prick in Erik's mouth, and he found his  \ncheeks filled with warm cum. He took the first spurt, but the fur  \npulled away after that and Erik felt the hot fluid spewing over his  \nface and neck, accompanied by a series of grunts. He licked at what he  \ncould, and swallowed the slightly bitter substance.  \n  \nThe weight on both sides of him disappeared, leaving just him and the  \nfur who was currently slamming his thickness into Erik's body on the  \nbed. A female squeaked somewhere off to the side, and the same male  \nvoice he had heard moments earlier whispered something that got a  \ngiggle out of the otterkin.  \n  \n\"Now?\" Sherall asked someone, breathlessly.  \n  \n\"Now,\" said a very familiar voice. \"You can take the blindfold off,  \nErik.\"  \n  \nThe skunk gasped as the prick inside him sank fully into him, and he  \nscrambled to strip the fabroc covering away. Blinking, he looked  \naround. Sherall was leaning over a dresser, the grey fox that had led  \noff the auction energetically taking her from behind to his right.  \nWorking between Erik's legs...  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Colin!\" he exclaimed, reaching down to take the raccoon's head in his  \npaws. \"What IS this?\"  \n  \nColin slowed his strokes, pulling nearly out of his lover, then slowly  \nsinking back in. \"I thought this would be something different,\" he  \nreplied, panting from his exertion, reaching down with one paw to  \nstroke Erik's erection. \"What do you think so far?\"  \n  \n\"Oh!\" Erik moaned as teh 'coon bucked into him. \"Oh, this is great!\"  \n  \nThe conversation stopped as the two got down to business, hips  \ngrinding as they thrust against one another. Erik guided Colin's head  \ndown and their muzzles locked in a deep kiss. Sherall yelped again  \nover to the side, and the fox's orgasmic grunt followed shortly behind  \nthat.  \n  \nIt didn't take long before Erik started to see the familiar signs of  \nColin's coming climax; the 'coon's masked brow furrowed and his eyes  \nclosed; he shuffled his knees forward and, after two short strokes,  \nleaned back and slammed hard and deep into Erik and held himself  \nthere; Erik felt the pulsing warmth of the cum filling him and  \nsqueezed the sphincter muscles, making it as pleasurable as possible  \nfor his partner as he finished.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Colin swayed, catching his breath for a moment, then his paw once  \nagain went to Erik and worked furiously; the sudden attack brought  \nErik over again, and he jerked up, spraying his belly with semen, then  \nslumping, carrying Colin over onto him, exhausted.  \n  \nThe other two furs found space on the bed, and all four hugged and  \ncaressed one another, basking in their individual afterglows.  \n  \nErik turned and kissed Colin's forehead. \"You are terrible, you know,  \nto even think of something like this. You orchestrated all of this?\"  \n  \nThe 'coon nodded. \"Sherall's a classmate of mine. We talked it over  \nbefore the con, and I decided I'd do something nice for you. You  \nlike?\"  \n  \nThe skunk nodded. \"So let me get this straight. She bought me so you  \ncould do this?\"  \n  \n\"Yes, I did,\" she replied. \"I might have bought you anyhow - you are  \ndamn cute,\" she added, stroking his chest from behind him.\"  \n  \n\"And Colin bought me,\" the fox said. \"I was kind of disappointed when  \nhe told me he was going to make me a gift.\" Colin grinned over Erik's  \nshoulder at the grey face. \"All things considered, I don't mind.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"And, since I've gotten my half of the money's worth that my partner  \nand I spent on you, I think I'll turn you over for the rest of the  \ncontract,\" the otter told Erik. \"Besides, I think I'll swap for Tony  \nhere.\"  \n  \n\"Hang on. You only put in for part of my price?\"  \n  \nShe nodded.  \n  \nHe grinned. \"And my other owner, then, is...\"  \n  \nSomeone jerked his leash, and he turned to face Colin. \"You're mine  \nfor the rest of the convention, Erik,\" the 'coon smiled.  \n  \nErik rolled to his knees and hugged his partner close. \"I was yours  \nanyhow, silly.\"  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n\"Auction Night\"  \nCopyright 1997, Tony Greyfox.  \nDistribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only.  \nAll other rights are reserved to the author.  \n[[email\u0026nbsp;protected]](/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection)  \n  \n\n"}