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The Best View in the House

"The view from the top is exquisite," Pliio often said, and he was most certainly at the top. After only three years of business, MI69 had established itself as a fixture in Queen City's nightlife. A twelve hundred square foot venue, with two linear bars located at either side of the area, four serving stations at either bar, it hosted the city's elite, ranging from local celebrities, powerful business men, visiting athletes, whole sports teams, and movie stars. The alcohol flowed freely, but if interested in other vices, one need only know how to ask. It was no secret that MI69 had risen to the pinnacle of the nightlife scene through less than legitimate means. The focal point of the business was the reputation that, at MI69, you could get anything you wanted. Booze, drugs, women, men. Admittance into the club meant anything in the world was at your fingertips. Since such endeavors were off the books, and the specific branches were kept secret from the other branches, no one was really sure how much the owners raked in. In fact, the local police commissioner thought he was running the club dry in bribes, the fool.

Showing his throat to the commissioner was not the easiest thing in the world for someone like Pliio to do, but it was a necessary evil in an evil world. After a few glasses of scotch on the rocks, he got over it. He was on his third glass, rolling his wrist so the ice would clink together, but the frustrations at the humiliation he had had to show before the commissioner stayed with him, nagging at him in the back of his mind. An 8'7" lombax with a toned, muscular build, he was not accustomed to acting weak. Even with vibrant pink stripes running down his silver fur, there were none who dared to make jokes about him, even behind his back. It went against every fiber of his being to beg, to act weak, but he had managed to convince the commissioner to lower the "operating tax" by three percent. That was more money that went directly into his bank account.

"We should have Commissioner Starski killed," he finally said out loud.

Seated at the office desk, Rxon lifted his head and looked to Pliio's back. Rxon was a lombax as well, and although about a foot shorter than Pliio, who was significantly more muscular. In fact, he almost looked comical; sitting behind a desk in a custom tailored suit that still barely covered his dimensions. Rxon spent a moment staring at Pliio, before rolling his eyes and resuming his paperwork.

"I'm serious. We should have him killed. The next body in line will be cheaper to buy off."

"Next in line for the promotion is Sergeant Go. He's a zealous little cow, but Starski keeps him on a short leash, which means Starski is the best option for now. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. Hama Tuma said that. Have you ever read his works?"

Pliio suckled his scotch, finishing off the glass. "I still think we should kill him. We can kill the sergeant too."

"Sergeant Irwin 'the Heavy' Go is a goddamn hero cop. If he turns up dead, and they suspect we had a hand in it, no amount of bribes in the world will protect us. I know you don't like showing your throat, Pliio, but you did great. More money for the coffer."

Rxon could see Pliio wasn't going to let the matter drop, and lifted from his desk. When standing behind Pliio, he wrapped his muscular arms tenderly around the larger lombax's middle and hugged him from behind. Pliio shivered at the slight, but pleasant touch, and Rxon could feel the tense muscles start to loosen. Leaning his head down, he gently nuzzled along Pliio's spine or simply applied pressure. Pliio was well on his way to getting over the embarrassing ordeal, when suddenly the office door burst open. Rxon and Pliio both turned their heads to see a short and very drunk fox come stumbling through the kicked open door. He was favoring his right leg, which must have meant kicking the door in wasn't as easy as the movies, but the booze in his system was keeping the pain at bay. Setting his sights on the two lombaxs, he began to trip and struggle towards them, slurring his words.

Yolanda, one of the club's bouncers, stumbled into the room after the fox. A horse of six and a half feet tall, her size alone was enough to keep most of the ornery patrons in line. On the plus side, since she was a woman, she could get pretty rough with the men and they would never report it. She could frisk women with less of a hassle, though there were occasional accusations she wasn't a woman at all. As she came into the room, she was rubbing her groin tenderly, and by the fire in her orange eyes, was about ready to snap the fox's neck.

"Got you in the crotch?" Pliio asked.

"Anyone who says it doesn't hurt women down there is a fucking moron," Yolanda said through clenched teeth. She took a deep breath. "I'm sorry sir. He got past me. I will take care of him."

"Get your fucking hooves off me, you gargantuan equine bitch," the fox shouted, "or I'll lose my foot in your gargantuan equine cunt again." When Yolanda's hand continued approaching, he caught hold of it and sank his teeth into one of her fingers. That earned a hardy smack from the horse, and the fox was knocked off his feet.

"Do you know who I am?" the fox screamed. "I'm Jack Mother Fucking Minto, son of 'Big John' Minto. My dad owns this whole fucking city! Now where the fuck is my martini?!"

Thick fingers wrapped around the fox's throat, and with virtually no effort, Pliio lifted him off the ground. The fox, Jack, went limp under the grip. The most he could do was feebly kick or scratch at the fingers wrapped tight around him. "You can leave us, Yolanda. We'll see to this problem. Please make sure no one comes in, however."

Yolanda nodded sheepishly. "Yes sir," she said, before turning and leaving. "And again, I'm sorry."

Pliio spent a moment examining the squirming, fighting vulpine. He knew about "Big John" Minto, everyone did. Just like everyone knew about Pliio and Rxon... "What do you think, Rxon," Pliio asked. "Does 'Big John' have more guns than we do?"

"It was the Roman philosopher Xiloe who said, 'If you desire fame, prepare for war. If you desire profit, strive for peace.' Even if we do have more guns than him, how is a war good for business? Let the vulpine go."

Pliio looked over his shoulder at Rxon, who crossed his muscular arms over his chest. "Let him go, now."

Pliio's hands opened suddenly, and Jack fell to the ground, hacking coughing, rubbing his throat tenderly.

"Hear that kid?" Rxon said. "You best thank us for our mercy. Now get out of here. And tell daddy he owes us for the door."

"Fuck you," Jack muttered, getting to his feet. "I'm going to kick both of your gigantic mutated lynx asses, you fucking hear me?"

"Kid, you're putting strain on my famous hospitality," Rxon said. "The only thing keeping you alive right now is my patience. Get out of here, find a cab, and go running to daddy. If he wants to come in and talk about tonight, I'll comp him a bottle of brandy. That's what he drinks, right?"

"Think you can scare me, you fucking mutant!" Jack's hands clenched into a fist, and he swung, punching wildly and driving his fist into Rxon's muscular abs. He immediately pulled his hand back and gave it several tender shakes as pins and needles ran up his arm.

One of Rxon's massive hands engulfed Jack's face and lifted him off the ground. Rolls of fur and flesh smothered the fox's face, making it more difficult to breathe than when he had been held by the throat. Only vaguely could he feel fingers groping mercilessly over his body, pawing at him, pulling at him. He continued to scream, but his voice was muffled by the weight on his face. He even tried biting the hand that held him, but the skin on the palm was so thick, he doubted the host even felt it.

When at last he was dropped, he remained propped on his hands and knees, gasping and wheezing for air. He was more dizzy and light headed than when he had been strangled. He was also completely naked, save the pair of briefs still around his crotch. The shreds of his shirt and pants lay on the ground before him, at the massive feet of the two lombax.

"You fucking ripped my suit!" he screamed. Although he tried to stand on his two feet, a feeling of light headed knocked him back to his knees.

Rxon was in no rush as he unbuttoned his shirt. It wasn't cheap, having all of his clothing custom tailored, after all. On top of that, he only wore the finest silks. Pliio helped him out of his shirt and neatly folded it on the desk. He did the same with Rxon's pants. Rxon never bothered with underwear, finding the difficulty getting those tailored not worth the extra layer of protection. Nude, he stood before the vulpine, his foot long cock hanging heavy, now that the pants were not there to keep it at bay.

"Pick him up," Rxon muttered. Long fingers wrapped around his erection and began to rub it, stiffening the meaty shaft.

"What happened to striving for peace?" Pliio snickered.

"Xiloe also said, 'When you enter a man's home, always remove your shoes.' He believed you should always be respectful when you're a guest in someone else's home or business. I think this little fella needs to be taught a lesson about that, or he's just going to keep embarrassing daddy."

Still snickering, Pliio reached down and wrapped his fingers around Jack's throat. He took hold of Jack's arm with his other hand and dragged him over the ground until he was forced to kneel before the engorging cock that jutted out of Rxon's pubic bone. The smell of lombax musk hit him like a train. Raw and stifling, it radiated from both the fleshy erection, and the swelling, fuzzy testicles that hung from the genital area. He tried to fight and push away, but the grip that held him by the throat and arm was far too tight. What was worse, he was suddenly aware the cock was approaching his extended muzzle. Not only was it gradually stiffening and expanding, Pliio was moving him towards it, until his wet snout was gently poking the engorged, dripping glans. A bubble of white washed into his nostrils, flooding his olfactory scent with an odor even stronger than before.

It was not long before Pliio's cock, all twenty inches of it, was standing stiff and proud. He still had to hold it, because the weight was so significant it would droop otherwise, but he no longer bothered rubbing it. Now, he craved the affection of a partner.

"You fucking ugly mutant. Let go of me. Let go of-"

Jack's shouts of protest ended when the tip of glans were stuffed into his open mouth. He bit down as hard as his jaws would permit, expecting to taste blood and hear the lombax's howls of pain. Instead, he heard an amused chuckle. "Good job," Rxon muttered. "You ever do this before?"

"Of course he has, he's a fox after all," Pliio said. "They're nature's whores."

If Jack had thought the odor of lombax musk had been overwhelming, it paled in comparison to the taste of the meat that was stuffed past his lips. The musky flesh somehow spilled into every corner of his mouth, bathing his tongue in the raw, overwhelming flavor. Still, the glans plumped and expanded, filling his cheeks with rolls of bulbous flesh and applying painful weight upon his jaw. When his eyes managed to focus, he noticed, much to his horror, that only the glans had managed to slip past his lips. A long stretch of flesh, the majority of Rxon's cock, was still waiting to push inside. Jack felt terror like he had never known. Was he expected to take the entirety of the cock into his mouth? Desperate not to, he began to suck and lick at the glans, hoping that if he did a good job, Rxon wouldn't go any further.

A mirthful chuckle escaped Rxon's throat. He released his cock, allowing Jack's jaws to take up the slack, and instead took hold of the fox's large ears. At first, Jack assumed the tugs were orders to do something, but soon realized they were nothing more than a token show of dominance. Jack continued to suck and lick, and with what slack his ears offered, bob his head forward and back. As moments passed, the overwhelming flavor became more tolerable, until it was almost...

"You like this, don't you?" Rxon asked.

Jack found the moans slipping out of his throat were not completely token. The weight of the glans increased, making his jaw sore, but he found the pain was not all that bad. Steady oozes of pre were washing his mouth and running down his throat. It was difficult to breath, but he managed to through his nose in those precious moments the trickle of pre ceased.

Rxon's hands slid down Jack's skull, and he carefully took him by the throat and under his jaw line. Jack's eyes swiveled up, curious what was happening, when he was suddenly pulled forward sharply. His eyes bulged out of his head as the massive glans forced its way through his mouth and into his throat. Without a choice, his body stretched, expanding enough to compensate the girth now sitting just past the base of his tongue. His arms flailed and scratched at the air until his body had fully acclimated to the change. Then, he once more started to moan. Some part of him actually wanted to take more of the cock in. He bobbed his head forward, trying, but his throat simply could not compensate such a massive breadth.

He became aware that Pliio was nearby. He could not see him, but he could feel the warmth of the other lombax to his right, and when his eyes swiveled that way, he found himself staring at the titanic girth of the even larger lombax. He gulped, both in nervousness and to wash down the pre that had accumulated in his cheeks. Swiveling his eyes up higher, he caught sight of the underside of Rxon and Pliio's jaws as they leaned forward and softly kissed each other.

Perhaps it was the kiss of his lover that finally tipped Rxon over the scale, but Jack could just see a bulge form at the very base of the penis. The bulge rushed through the length of the shaft until hitting the tip, and an explosion of white rushed through Jack's body. His panic and struggles returned. He clawed at the air or the muscular body before him, trying to free himself of the shaft. His struggles were all for nothing, as the hold on his ears was enough to keep him from gaining so much as an inch in the direction he desperately wanted to go. His body could barely compensate the enormous load that exploded into his mouth. His jaw ached and his throat felt raw as gallon upon gallon of hot lombax seed was pumped through him. He barely had the wherewithal to hold his breath as all the seed rushed into his quickly plumping tummy.

"Oh... yeah..." Rxon said, his voice long and drawn out. He hopped from foot to foot, trying to milk every drop of seed out of the shaft, and into his victim. One of Pliio's hands reached down and softly massaged Rxon's balls, helping to release each and every drop.

Taking firm hold of Jack, Pliio slowly pulled him back, off the impaling girth. Suddenly replacing the painful fullness in Jack's throat was a horrid emptiness through his entire body. Tenderly, he rubbed his throat, then his chest. There was certainly pain rippling through his entire body, but for whatever reason, he longed to be filled once again.

"My turn," Pliio said. Treating Jack like a rag doll, he turned the squirming fox and positioned him so his face was stuffed into his inflated testicles. Once more, the scent of lust was an explosion through Jack's senses. The strong odor of vaguely feline musk was all he could breathe. It was suffocating, though in some strange way pleasant. He planted a soft kiss upon the musky orbs, then a lick, though found the flavor so intense he dared not do that again. He wondered if the fleshy cock that was pressing out of the sheath might be easier on his tongue, and lifted his head until he could brush against the pulsating pillar.

Somehow, the cock was even more flavorful than the testicles, and he found himself utterly overwhelmed. He tried to lean his head back, but Pliio took firm hold of his ears and refused to let him budge. Without a choice, he tenderly licked, though repeatedly had to lean back to catch his breath. His heart was racing. His head felt light from lack of air untainted by stifling heat. Still, he licked enthusiastically up the shaft, unable to control himself.

Rxon tenderly rubbed his erection, hoping to stiffen his shaft once again. He had had quite a climax, and his testicles seemed to be struggling to churn up another load. At the desk, he pulled out a small bottle of blue pills, and popped the cap off with a thumb. Spilling the contents of the bottle into his free hand, he popped two blue pills into his mouth, before offering two pills to Pliio as well. Pliio smiled and swallowed what was offered, before looking down at his limp, though still magnificent, cock.

Licking and suckling tenderly on the fleshy pillar, it was several moments before Jack noticed the shaft he was licking was growing thicker and taller. At first, he excused the stretching growth as natural. He did not know how well endowed lombaxes were, after all. But the length kept increasing, far beyond anything natural. Like an obelisk of ancient times, it towered above him, drowning him in the odor and blocking the lights from overhead.

"Oh fuck," Pliio muttered. "Get a ruler. I want to see how long it is."

Rxon took the time to measure his own shaft first, and was amazed to find his twenty inch erection had nearly doubled in size, now looking more like a third leg than a penis. Measuring Pliio's shaft, he was utterly awed to confirm it had grown to forty-two inches in length. "Our bodies must be adapting to the pills," Rxon muttered. "Once we perfect the brew, this should be our biggest cash cow yet."

"Even more than the shrinking pills?" Pliio chuckled. "Those are big with the size changing community."

"Not everyone likes being small, but who wouldn't kill for a forty inch dick?"

Pliio took a step back. With the shaft no longer before him, Jack fell forward, flat on his face. Before he could even rise to his knees, Pliio had taken him under the arms and lifted him up until his snout was level with the slit that topped the erection. Rxon reached down and took hold of Jack's hips and thighs, before pulling them apart. At an odd feel of warmth, Jack weaved his head back to look behind him, at the enormous cock that was gently rubbing between his buttocks. His head was pulled forward by Pliio. He had done his best to swallow Rxon's erection, and he fancied he had even succeeded, but the shaft that was staring him in the face was over twice the size as before.

Pinching a spot on the fox's mouth, Pliio somehow touched a nerve and Jack's jaws opened against his will. Before he could close them, Pliio had thrust himself forward and jammed his erection into his mouth. Rxon worked his fingers between the vulpine's cute rump cheeks and into the wrinkled ring of his anus. He had to pull the tight sphincter wide, so wide the skin threatened to tear and bones were pushed out of place. Bracing himself, he rolled forward onto his toes and delivered a mighty thrust. Despite the girth of his glans, his cock was rammed into the tight vent and slipped delightfully inside. Jack gasped at the sudden fullness, an opportunity Pliio took to ram his cock deeper into the mouth.

Jack opened his eyes. He hoped he would see the pubic bone inches from his snout, meaning he was almost finished taking the erection in. Instead, it looked like a mile stretch of flesh was still waiting to stuff inside him. The girth rammed into his ass, snaking and stretching through his bowels and filling him like nothing ever had before. He spread his legs a little wider apart, hoping that somehow that might ease the intense pressure. And the hammering against his prostate sent his body through lustful spasms. Every inch the cock stretched him, he was sure that would be the end, but right behind it came another stretch of shaft. He moaned around the girth that was steadily stretching down his throat and into his stomach. Somehow, he had managed to hold his breath this long, but the lack of oxygen was starting to make him feel light headed. He happened to reach a hand down and gently brush against his chest. Just behind his ribs, he could feel the colossal weight of the lombax flesh filling his chest cavity. Moans escaped him as he rubbed his lips against the erection. He watched as the hip bone grew steadily closer, and when his snout brushed against the musky pubic fur, he knew he had succeeded. He had done it! The greatest feeling of full he had ever imagined overtook his senses, as did a sense of pride.

These mutants had done their worse, and he had endured, taken it, thrived with the fullness!

The testicles of his masters contracted, and a terrified start rushed through his core.

Thrusting themselves forward, the two lombaxes rammed themselves once more, before releasing a truly amazing explosion of seed into their willing host. There was fear inside Jack, to be sure. His throat and anus, both which had been stretched nearly to the limit, were suddenly forced to stretch even wider as seed struggled to surge through the cocks. The seed met in the very center of the fox, who immediately showed signs of fullness. His belly swelled and hung low, and soon so did his entire torso. Hot seed gushed out of his mouth and anus, washing through the tunnels that were not quite sealed by the impressive mounds of flesh.

When finished, Rxon yanked his cock back, leaving Jack's limp lower body to splat against the ground. Pliio was slightly more merciful with him. Gripping Jack's jaw, he began to ease himself back, slowly removing the enormous weight from Jack's torso, then throat, then mouth. He eased Jack off him until the desperate fox could once more breathe. But before he took that savory breath, vomit, blood and seed surged up his throat. Annoyed, Pliio took a step back, not wanting his feet to be soiled. Jack took a deep breath, only to gag. Before he further dirtied the floor, Pliio kicked a waste bucket under his muzzle and Jack managed to get most of his bile into the plastic container.

"Yolanda," Rxon said, peeking his head outside the door. "Get up here. We need you to take out the garbage."

Jack lifted his head to the clip clop of hooves, and watched as the horse from before entered the room. She wrapped him in a blanket and lifted him up into her thick, strong arms. Her ample breasts were right in his face, and he was drunk and dazed enough to give the swollen orb a nibble. Yolanda yanked his ear so hard, he thought she had torn it off. He didn't try again after that. "What do you want me to do with him?" she asked.

"Put him in a cab and give him some money."

Yolanda looked down at the fox, slick with sweat and cream. She was a little disgusted at holding him, but was accustomed to taking out the trash by now. "How much?"

At that, Rxon chuckled. "Whatever it was worth. Ask Lester what we pay the whores for a night's work."

Yolanda nodded and left without saying another word.

Rxon looked to the ill puddle at his feet. Tomorrow, someone would come in and clean the mess up, but for now, he simply placed a towel over it.

Pliio was standing before liquor cabinet, mixing himself a cocktail. Rxon came behind him and wrapped his arms gently around the taller lombax's middle. His crotch pressed softly against Pliio's firm, toned buttocks, the cheeks occasionally brushing against the upper part of the shaft. "Did you have fun?" Pliio asked, still shaking his drink. When finished, he poured the contents into a pair of glasses, and offered one to Rxon.

"This is a special brew," Pliio continued. "I've had the alchemists toy with the Hyper Mix, and they finally came up with this. Stimulates the genitals, gets them churning. Sort of like Viagra, only with fewer risks and less of an old person stigma. After a few more trials, it should be ready for the market. We can sell it with the hyper pills in a bundle."

Rxon smelled the drink held in the glass carefully. It had the odor of gin, but that might have been the alcohol Pliio used. A good drug was one without odor or flavor, so it could be put into anything the customer wanted. As the cool drink slid down his throat and settled in his belly, he almost immediately felt his testicles start to tingle. The drugs that enlarged his penis would stay in his system for at least a day, which meant his magnificent size remained as his penis started to grow plump and fat once more.

When the glass was empty, he casually threw it over his shoulder. There was the cute noise of glass shattering. That noise was nothing compared to the crash when Pliio swept his arms across the table, and knocked the bottles and mixing glasses to the floor. Rxon rolled his eyes, wondering if Pliio just wanted to one-up him, though was quite pleased when the lombax stretched himself over the table and braced his upper body. His tail swayed out of the way, exposing his swelling, hanging testicles and the adorable puckered hole housed between his two large cheeks. Rxon grabbed the tail and pulled up and out of the way, before spending a moment stroking and brushing his hand over the taught buttocks. Pulling his hand back, he gave it an abrupt slap, and watched with great delight as the pocket of fat and fur shimmered.

Gripping the buttocks carefully and prying the two large pockets of fat apart, Rxon took a step forward. His erection, fully engorged and drooling splashes of white, pressed against the warm, wrinkled skin of the puckered anus. Pliio went tense at the warmth that shivered up his spine. Resting his upper chest on the table, he reached back and took hold of his cheeks. Inching his fingers to the wrinkled skin, he carefully thrust his middle fingers into the sphincter, letting a long moan and purr slip between his lips. His hands shook as he relaxed his clenching muscles and eased the tight ring open. Without warning, Rxon suddenly thrust himself forward, jamming his cock into the inviting hole. The hole abruptly slammed shut upon his glans as Pliio lost his grip and any hopes of control. As Rxon drove himself forward, Pliio's hips were forced into the liquor cabinet. His erection, so heavy and so hard, actually punched a neat hole through the wood façade. Although the sharp splinters hurt his cock, it was a pleasant sort of hurt, and with subtle movements he eased his erection in and out of the makeshift hole. All the while, Rxon continued to rock his hips back and forth, slamming his penis into the spiraling tunnel of lombax bowels.

Drooling, eyes hazy, Pliio just found the strength to turn his head and look up and behind him. Rxon happened to be looking down, and their eyes met. Warm laughter spilled out of Pliio's lips, but when Rxon thrust his cock forward, only groans could escape him. The thought that had brought laughter to his heart remained buzzing through his head.

"The view from the top is exquisite," he mused. "But the view from the bottom isn't bad either."