# Auction Night Author: Tony Greyfox Tags: Bisexual, Bondage, Otter, Raccoon, Skunk, Wolf Auction Night By Tony Greyfox "I don't believe you talked me into doing this, Colin." Erik glowered at his partner, who was grinning hugely at the skunk and holding a card with a long string on it. "Oh, I don't know, Erik, it's for a good cause, remember? Besides, you'll look great wearing a leash." "I'm going to get you for this, furball." "I certainly hope so." Erik grabbed the card from the 'coon and hung it around his neck, just as another dozen furs in the room were doing, often helped by someone else. Generally, the ones with cards were looking hostilely at the helpers. Pet auction, Erik thought wryly. Sell yourself for the weekend with the money going to various charities - that's all well and good, but who knows just what's going to happen in the meantime! Colin saw his worried expression and leaned close, nuzzling his cheek. "Don't worry about it," he advised. "It's all in fun. You'll have a great time." "Sure thing." Erik looked at the card; it held his number - 9 - and a two-letter code - AS - that he didn't get at all. "What's that mean?" he asked the 'coon.   "Oh, that," Colin grunted. "Uh... well, that's..." He looked slightly worried. "Okay, could we have all pets to the front, please!" someone called. "Whoop! That's your cue, Erik!" Colin started pushing the skunk towards the raised platform through the crowd. "Hang on! What's that letter code mean?" Erik demanded, trying to hold himself back but failing as he was shuffled onto the platform with the others. Colin grinned evilly up at him. "That's your safety level - the class that you're auctioned off. I signed you in as 'anything goes'." "WHAT?!" Erik snarled down as the auctioneer - a large lynx - stepped forward with a microphone and a wolf guided Erik into the lineup. "Welcome, everyone, to the VanCon pet auction!" the announcer started. "We've got fourteen prime examples of great pets up here for you to choose from, and remember - every successful bid will benefit charities in Vancouver. So, let's get to it! Number One, please step forward." A grey fox stepped up into the spotlight, bearing the number 1 and the same code as Erik on his card. "Ooh, what a specimen!" the lynx growled, stepping around the fox. "Anton here is a 22-year-old who enjoys sports, art, good writing and just about anything else you might be interested in. So, let's start the bidding at $50."   Erik saw someone lift a paddle out in the audience; he couldn't make out faces through the stage lighting. "We have $50! Let's go for $75!" Paddles flashed as the auctioneer ran the price up in decreasing increments until it finally stalled out at $140. The fox was led away off the other side of the stage as the auctioneer congratulated the lucky bidder. "Next up, this lovely lioness," the lynx continued on. Erik watched the line of pets start to diminish as they moved closer and closer to his position, each new one generating a little more anxiety on Erik's part. He noticed that furs who had denoted themselves at lesser levels of abandon on their cards - things ranged from 'personal assistant for a couple of days' to 'back rubs, casual cuddling and maybe a nice bath' to 'take me now' - garnered lower bids - one felid went to his bidder for $45, another for only $60. Finally, the handsome otter standing next to Erik went for a neat $200 and the skunk heard his number called. He stepped forward next to the announcer.   "Oh, this is a nice one!" the lynx crooned, playing to the crowd. "Erik here is a very handsome and very talented 27-year-old university graduate, freelance writer and sensualist, and - as you can see - he's absolutely gorgeous. Let's see where we can go with this one! Bidding starts at $100." Four paddles shot into the air as one, and the bidding war was on. Erik stood, slightly warm under the lights and the scrutiny of the audience. When things started to stall out at $175, the lynx leaned close to him. "Turn around. Walk just a bit, and maybe take off your shirt. You're going to go high if you do..." Erik shrugged and drew the loose shirt off, playing to the lights by tossing it over one shoulder and turning one way, then the other, letting his thick tail with its white stripes gleaming in the light circle first his ankles, then playfully wrap around the lynx's leg as he passed. A giggle swept through the crowd, and someone shouted "$200!" "All right!" the auctioneer called. "I have $200! Let's hear $225!"   Bidding went wild, and Erik was shocked to hear his price reach $250. The lynx decreased the bidding increments to $10 at a time, and slowly the number of paddles started to decrease until, finally, only two were still appearing. He strained to try and make out the faces, but failed to penetrate the dim lights. The bidding kept going. And going. "Boy, these two really want to spend some time with Erik here!" the lynx commented to the crowd. "It's to number 52 at $300. Shall we see $310?" "$400," came the reply. A dead silence followed the bid, and even Erik blinked. "Four hundred dollars! That's a new record for our auctions, folks... anyone going to top that?" The lynx waited. "Going once!" Nothing. "Twice!" Again, silence. "And sold to bidder 52 for $400! Congratulations, and I hope someone's videotaping this, 'cause I want to have a record of this one...." Erik was led off the back of the stage as the winning bidder made their way through the crowd. "That was absolutely friggin' unbeleivable!" the con staff member commented excitedly to Erik, his long ears perked. "You're gonna be a legend around here, man!"   "Great. Who bought me?!" "I did." Erik turned towards the voice and blinked, then stared openly. His 'owner' for the next 24 hours was absolutely beautiful. The otterkin stood before him, surveying his body warmly, smiling. "Oh, my," she breathed, stepping closer. "You were worth the money." Erik grinned uncomfortably. "Uh, thanks," he managed. "I'm flattered." "I hope so. I've never spent that much at one of these before, and I intend to get my money's worth out of it." She handed a wad of cash to the staffer, who counted it and nodded. The otter then handed Erik something. "Put this on. Don't bother with your shirt, you look better without it," she purred, running a paw sensuously through his thick chest fur. Erik looked at the object she had handed him - it was a leash. He shrugged and attached it to the collar he normally wore, a choke chain that he had modified so it couldn't cinch up all the way. He then handed the other end back to his 'owner'. "So what should I call you?" he asked. She jerked the leash sharply, pulling at the collar, sampling the strength and feel of the connection. "Well, you could call me Mistress, I suppose."   "Oh. ... okay, Mistress." She smiled, her tiny white teeth showing through her dark brown pelt. "Oh, that sounds silly. Call me Sherall instead." Erik grinned at her. "That's much nicer. You had me worried there for a minute, Sherall. I had visions of all sorts of leather things..." "Oh, that's not my thing. But if it were my thing, you'd be in trouble, according to that card you were wearing...." "Then I'm glad it's not your thing. My partner would have been in serious trouble afterwards. He signed me in in this class." Erik looked at her. "Not that I mind, now...." Sherall jerked the leash again, playfully. "Come on. I want to show you off." "Let's go, then!" Erik followed along at the end of the blue strap as she led the way out of the room. The first stop was the dealer's room. Sherall led her 'pet' through the doors by the leash, and wandered through to the table of a local gaming business. "Kery, check this out!" she crowed to the female marten working behind the counter. "I just set a new record in the pet auction!"   Kery stood and came around the table. "Ooooohhhh," she murred, circling the skunk, who stood obediently for her and grinned. "How much did you pay?" "$400. They're still in shock." "You paid $400 for him? Oh, my God! How did you afford it?!" Sherall looked at Erik. "Could you step over to that next table for a minute? It's in range of your leash." He nodded and did just that, scanning the titles at the Comic Shop's booth. Peeking back over, he saw his 'owner' whispering something to her friend, who blinked and started to giggle suddenly. He frowned as Sherall called him back over. "You have fun, hm?" Kery said as the two left her table, grinning widely. Erik wondered what the joke was, and whether it was on him or not. They made a circuit of the room, then the otterkin took him on a pass through the art annex, set up in one of the smaller ballrooms of the hotel. Erik nodded at a couple of friends who were set up with their wares; they followed the leash to its end and their eyes widened appreciatively. The pair of furs was drawing quite a crowd - both were quite attractive, and teh leash between the two was just one more factor.   A booming beat was ricocheting through the main hallway as they exited the art annex. "Oh, the dance has started!" she exclaimed. "Come on!" She moved faster, and the leash drew Erik along behing at a fair clip. They skidded through the main ballroom doors and were brought up short by the extremely loud music and a wave of dancers undulating to the beat. "I should warn you, I don't dance all that well," Erik yelled at his 'owner', who grinned at him. "Don't worry - you can't do much but move to the music out there!" The leash tightened, and they struggled into the mass of furred bodies bouncing to the techno band on stage. A song ended, and in the respite before the driving, thumping beat returned, the two managed to find an open spot. When the next song began, that breathing space disappeared, pressing them close. Sherall had been correct - the definition of 'dancing' was fairly loose in this context. There was no such thing as horizontal motion; instead, they circled around, bodies rubbing against one another as well as the other dancers in the dark red-blue-yellow flashes of the light show.   Someone's paw ran up Erik's tail to its base, and he jumped - or tried to, at least; the result was to press his body to Sherall's softness. She wrapped her arms around him, still moving, and held him there, his fur tingling from the contact with the gorgeous otter. The crowd got closer, and again Erik felt other bodies close, paws straying to both his body and hers. He ran one paw along her side and stroked the edge of her large breast, and she purred and returned the favor with a paw on his buttock. Heat and exhaustion in the mass of dancing furs drove the two out of the auditorium after an hour; she led him out, holding the leash once again, into the inner courtyard of the hotel, open to the elements. The night was clear and dark, and a cool breeze ruffled their fur. "Oh, that's nice," Erik commented, stretching. "I'm not great in crowds at the best of times." Sherall smiled. "I live for things like that - I love getting close to people like that." She checked her watch, and looked back up at him. "Let's go back to my room."   He blinked. "I thought you'd never command. Lead the way." She did. A few moments later, the otterkin was unlocking the door, and within seconds of stepping through, the two furs were in each other's arms in the darkness. Erik felt lips caressing the ridges of his collarbone, then a broad nose began exploring his neck, nuzzling the sensitive spots there. He curled his tail around and found her thick, pointed tail, and wrapped around it, drawing her close, pressing her pelvis against his. He turned his head and licked the edge of one ear; she shivered and whimpered a little, and pushed suddenly. He found himself with an otter astride him laying across the big bed. "Don't move, pet," she commanded from somewhere in the dark, and her body was suddenly gone. He grinned and waited for whatever was going to come next. He didn't have to wait long; suddenly there was a strip of something across his eyes. "What the..." he tried to ask, before a paw closed around his muzzle, silencing him. "Hush, Erik," her voice came. "Don't worry." She lifted his head and the blindfold was cinched tightly.   "What the hell is this?" he demanded, slightly alarmed. He reached for the blindfold to take it off, but hands grabbed him - from both sides - and held them down. "What the HELL?" She chuckled, a ghostly sound from wherever it came from. "Relax, Erik, we're not going to hurt you. You'll enjoy this." He tried to free himself, but froze as someone started to strip away his jeans. The paws tugged at his clothing and he was soon quite naked, still held down by the arms by at least two furs. "Now, Erik," her voice came from somewhere near his feet. "We're going to play for a bit here. I bought you for a ridiculous amount, and that means you have to do what I tell you to do. And right now, what I want you to do is to relax and go along with things. If you don't want to do that, I can always tie you down." He grunted. "I don't see as how I have much of a choice. I'll go along with you." "Good," she murmured, and suddenly the hold on his wrists was gone. Instead, paws started to caress his body - he tried to count the individual touches, but they moved too quickly and he couldn't distinguish any differences. He estimated that there were three furs - Sherall and two others that must have come in after they entered the room. Touches swarmed over his chest, his stomach, his legs, his thighs, and then someone started to stroke his sheath gently and he didn't really care how many there were anymore.   A muzzle lowered to his, and he felt a tongue rasp across his nose, He opened his jaws and joined himself to whoever it was - he felt a long tongue start to twine with his, and the muzzle felt quite long itself. His paw on that side lifted and found that fur's back, drawing it close and onto the bed; he felt its chest - his chest - rustling against his side as they kept kissing. A hardness met his hip as the fur adjusted himself. Meanwhile, Erik's own erection had reached full strength, thanks to the gentle touch of whoever had that position. The soft paw moved to his shaft, jutting out of his sheath, and he 'mmph!'ed around the tongue that probed his mouth. The third pair of paws was still working, and another muzzle started to travel along his chest, lingering long on his exposed nipple. A warm wetness engulfed his erect prick suddenly, and he jerked his hips into the sucking mouth that travelled slowly in circles along the flesh. That person started to caress his balls at the same time. He moved his hand down to the prick of the fur he had found and started to jack him slowly. The muzzle left his with a gasp, and he felt the fur roll slightly, allowing him better access.   That left his own face free, and suddenly everything stopped for a moment as his 'assailants' repositioned themselves. Someone started to suck him again, and he sighed; then he smelled the sharp tang of a female's juices close to his nose, and he had a wet muff descend onto his muzzle. Surprised, he yipped, and the fem - he assumed it was Sherall - cried out as his muzzle moved against her. His tongue lapped against the edges of her pussy, and she pressed against him, her hips circling as her tail curled around and wrapped partly around his head, holding him close as he reached up and opened her with his fingers and curled his tongue deep into her. The fur that had been working him tensed suddenly, and he heard ragged breathing from somewhere near the end of the bed. He wished he could see what was going on down there; from the motion of the fur, he assumed the male he'd found earlier wasn't the only one in the room, and that the daisy chain they had going was lengthened by one at that end. In that end, he corrected, his tongue still working, finding Sherall's clit and circling it. She yelped and her tail tightened around his neck, just a little bit.   Juices were starting to coat his muzzle, the scent driving him nuts, and the mouth on his cock was starting to get a little more ragged, the strokes slowing, then speeding up; Erik moved his hips into the strokes, feeling the coming orgasm starting to build deep in himself. The otter perched over his head suddenly cried out, and he was rewarded with a stream of her sweet cum as she convulsed, her paws crashing down on his chest as she rode his mouth to the peak. Her smell drove him over, and he moaned, a long, drawn-out low cry, as the explosion built, then crashed, and he came, filling the mouth that was engulfing him with gush after gush of his semen, the pulses stretching his body then releasing it. Sherall's weight slumped to one side, and a tongue cleaned his prick, then left. A pair of knees hit the bed on one side of his head, and a paw guided him to turn towards the new weight. Something large and blunt bumped against his muzzle; he smelled a gamy male odor, and licked out, getting just a taste. The object moved closer, pressing against his lips, and he opened his mouth, licking along the shaft that had presented itself to him. He tasted latex, and assumed this was the fur that had been screwing the one that had sucked him. He took the entire length into his muzzle, and swung his tail and one arm around to gather Sherall to his other side. Sucking wildly, he felt a little jet of precum coat his mouth.   Someone levered Erik's knees apart, and he felt more weight on the end of the bed. Paws stroked up from his crotch around his sheath and rapidly recovering prick, stroking his chest, then returning back down. They pulled up on his hips, and he allowed them to rise. He felt a pillow being positioned beneath his ass, and then a set of furry hips brushed his inner thighs and a hard bulb rested against his anus, sending a thrill through him. With a sharp jerk, there was several inches of thick cock inside him. The presence of some lubrication made the entry bearable, but the speed of it sent a bolt of pain through Erik, and he yelped in surprise. His distraction didn't last long, as a set of paws grasped his head and pulled him into a thrust that slammed the prick he had in his mouth deep. His gag reflex surfaced as the tip nudged the back of his throat, but he got control and pulled away slightly, jerking up and down along the shaft once again, his tongue working hard as paws grasped his hips and started a slow, gentle but inexorable rhythm.   A convulsion ran through the prick in Erik's mouth, and he found his cheeks filled with warm cum. He took the first spurt, but the fur pulled away after that and Erik felt the hot fluid spewing over his face and neck, accompanied by a series of grunts. He licked at what he could, and swallowed the slightly bitter substance. The weight on both sides of him disappeared, leaving just him and the fur who was currently slamming his thickness into Erik's body on the bed. A female squeaked somewhere off to the side, and the same male voice he had heard moments earlier whispered something that got a giggle out of the otterkin. "Now?" Sherall asked someone, breathlessly. "Now," said a very familiar voice. "You can take the blindfold off, Erik." The skunk gasped as the prick inside him sank fully into him, and he scrambled to strip the fabroc covering away. Blinking, he looked around. Sherall was leaning over a dresser, the grey fox that had led off the auction energetically taking her from behind to his right. Working between Erik's legs...   "Colin!" he exclaimed, reaching down to take the raccoon's head in his paws. "What IS this?" Colin slowed his strokes, pulling nearly out of his lover, then slowly sinking back in. "I thought this would be something different," he replied, panting from his exertion, reaching down with one paw to stroke Erik's erection. "What do you think so far?" "Oh!" Erik moaned as teh 'coon bucked into him. "Oh, this is great!" The conversation stopped as the two got down to business, hips grinding as they thrust against one another. Erik guided Colin's head down and their muzzles locked in a deep kiss. Sherall yelped again over to the side, and the fox's orgasmic grunt followed shortly behind that. It didn't take long before Erik started to see the familiar signs of Colin's coming climax; the 'coon's masked brow furrowed and his eyes closed; he shuffled his knees forward and, after two short strokes, leaned back and slammed hard and deep into Erik and held himself there; Erik felt the pulsing warmth of the cum filling him and squeezed the sphincter muscles, making it as pleasurable as possible for his partner as he finished.   Colin swayed, catching his breath for a moment, then his paw once again went to Erik and worked furiously; the sudden attack brought Erik over again, and he jerked up, spraying his belly with semen, then slumping, carrying Colin over onto him, exhausted. The other two furs found space on the bed, and all four hugged and caressed one another, basking in their individual afterglows. Erik turned and kissed Colin's forehead. "You are terrible, you know, to even think of something like this. You orchestrated all of this?" The 'coon nodded. "Sherall's a classmate of mine. We talked it over before the con, and I decided I'd do something nice for you. You like?" The skunk nodded. "So let me get this straight. She bought me so you could do this?" "Yes, I did," she replied. "I might have bought you anyhow - you are damn cute," she added, stroking his chest from behind him." "And Colin bought me," the fox said. "I was kind of disappointed when he told me he was going to make me a gift." Colin grinned over Erik's shoulder at the grey face. "All things considered, I don't mind."   "And, since I've gotten my half of the money's worth that my partner and I spent on you, I think I'll turn you over for the rest of the contract," the otter told Erik. "Besides, I think I'll swap for Tony here." "Hang on. You only put in for part of my price?" She nodded. He grinned. "And my other owner, then, is..." Someone jerked his leash, and he turned to face Colin. "You're mine for the rest of the convention, Erik," the 'coon smiled. Erik rolled to his knees and hugged his partner close. "I was yours anyhow, silly." "Auction Night" Copyright 1997, Tony Greyfox. Distribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only. All other rights are reserved to the author. [[email protected]](/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection) Source: https://sofurry.com/s/AnK2OGam