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The slim collie fidgeted a little and adjusted his polo's collar to fit more comfortably under the seatbelt as the rusty old compact carried him down the highway. He had some trouble finding room for his long legs and feared for his khakis' stainlessness with all the burger wrappers and taco bags covering the floor. "Even if I lost the bet, I still can't believe I'm coming along like this. Have you ever cleaned this thing out, man?"

"Nah, not worth the trouble," the opossum said with a little chuckle as he moved into the right lane, completely unfazed by the horn sounding behind him. "I mean, I don't go out much and then I almost never have passengers, you know? I mean, I guess I could start dropping it on my side but there are the pedals and shit. And then littering would be irresponsible."

Scott opened his mouth to argue the case for keeping a trash bag or cleaning the car out or literally any sensible approach one might take to this problem, but somehow he knew it would fall on deaf ears. He instead opted to change the subject: "So, okay. How did you know they were gonna turn it around like that? I thought for sure I was looking at fifty bucks." Of course, the canine wasn't about to admit that it was a no lose scenario for him- something about the short, slightly pudgy marsupial just stuck out to him. He might be having his doubts now, but 20 minutes ago he was eager to leave with this guy, bet or no.

"Abe just know things, man."

"But they were down by 12 in the last quarter." And just like that, a redness spread through Scott's golden-brown facefur as he realized that his interest must have been a lot more obvious than he thought.

"And Detroit has Martin Rossinger, so now you're going home with Abe and Abe don't owe you fiddy," the driver responded with a toothy grin. He slowed down as they pulled off the highway, his naked tail throwing the shifter into third before he turned onto a wide residential street, cars parked all along either side. "Not that you weren't going with Abe either way. And hey, it ain't far from here."

The collie shook his head and looked out at the flawlessly maintained lawns and almost exclusively European cars and trucks. "Okay, first off that was only funny for about three seconds so you're welcome to stop it any time. Second, this is a much, much nicer neighborhood than I expected to see when I got in this old heap. And third, I would have just taken your money," he said as his cheeks and ears grew redder in what was surely a sign of his honesty.

"Whoah, whoah. Abe is always funny. And Abe was gonna take you home win or lose and you know it," he responded with a mean little chuckle.

Of course, he was right. Scott knew he was, perplexing as it might be. Sure, the smaller guy was friendly, clearly intelligent and absolutely not unattractive, but Scott had always found himself ogling big, beefy guys until the moment that salt-and-pepper furred male sat next to him. Even in cheap sandals with a ratty pair of cargo shorts and an old, faded T-shirt, the dog found Abe irresistible. He carried a freewheeling, give-no-shits attitude that the collie was fascinated by and perhaps even a little envious of. And then if that weren't enough the scent definitely sold him- it was just the kind of rich, manly, sex-laden odor Scott was a sucker for.

The houses became larger and further apart as they rode up the hill, until only one more remained. Scott was sneaking another whiff just as the car rolled to a stop, the tiny engine sputtering a bit as it shut off, though his eyes widened as soon as he saw the house. It was huge; coated in faded, dirty, cracking white paint; vines growing up the side and a weed-filled lawn that had clearly gone unchecked for months, if not years. With the size and neglect it was almost reminiscent of the Addams Family mansion, though the architecture was far more modern, even featuring a convenient-- if bumpy and ill-preserved-- two-entrance driveway that led straight to the door. Something about it went past ugly though, something gave it a downright sinister appearance as it towered over the tiny car.

The opossum finally broke the silence: "Abe welcomes you," he said with a little smirk as he threw his door open and stepped out of the automobile. "Now come on, you'll love it!"

Reassured by his new friend's cheery nature, the collie shook his head once more and climbed out, pushing that dread from his mind as he stretched his legs. "Man, that thing is tiny," he said with a little sigh of relief before walking nervously to the heavy, ornate redwood door Abe had been so kind as to hold for him. "Least there oughtta be plenty of legroom in here, right?"

He hadn't gotten close enough to say for sure, but based on the whiff he caught as the door swung open Scott was suspecting that the house was even more full of that lovely scent than Abe. And then it hit him like a brick wall. That scent that possum was covered in absolutely filled the air inside the house. He wasn't about to complain, of course, though he was a little embarrassed at how quickly his body was reacting. Without a second thought he was taking deeper breaths, letting the potent scent flow through his nostrils and fill him with lust. He was too busy swooning over the smell for several moments to look over the entryway, but when he did he couldn't help being concerned- several furs of all sorts simply laid about on either side of the attractive, if thoroughly neglected, central staircase, most on cushions or piles of blankets or even clothes, some in groups and a few alone here and there. He could hear a giggle or a mumble here and there and while most of them were awake, every single one seemed perfectly content to just lay back, aside from a few lazily feeling themselves up or even playing with themselves right there. "What is thi-" he began before Abe shushed him.

"Some of 'em are trying to sleep," he said as his thick, hairless tail curled around that canine waist. "Now come on, I brought you here to meet someone, no need to make him wait!" A sharp tug with that tail and the collie stumbled forward, quickly catching himself and following Abe up the center staircase before he had half a chance to protest, nearly tripping over a fox with "Cumslut!" painted across his rear before he took the first step.

"What is this?" Scott tried to slow down a bit, only to be tugged harder by that surprisingly strong tail, though once they reached the top Abe stopped for a moment to take a deep breath himself, releasing a contented sigh as he looked down to Scott with slightly drowsy eyes and a big grin.

"Just follow me. Does anyone here look threatening or unhappy? You're in no danger whatsoever. And you'll thank me when we're done, promise." He jerked the dog along once more, chuckling to himself as he ignored the halls on either side and threw open the door dead ahead. In an instant the odor was twice as pungent, driving an "oooh" from each of them before either one took a step into the dimly lit room.

Though once they did, a sinister chuckle filled the air and the door shut itself behind them. "Abe," began a deep, rumbling voice, "I see you've brought me something.." That rumble continued even after his words stopped; a deep, slow, relaxing purr that filled the room and almost seemed to flow through one's body. After a series of nervous glances, Scott finally made out it's source- a feline laying atop a pile of cushions at the room's center. He could barely see him, though, and if it weren't for the purr he'd have no clue what he was looking at. But all the same, it made him uncomfortable. It filled him twice over with the same dread his first look at the neglected mcmansion had. But despite the increasing desire to bolt, he was nearly paralyzed with fear and simply let himself be towed toward that creature.

As a grinning Abe led him nearer, the canine could make out more details: the soft, black-spotted, dark crimson fur wrapped around that lean body; two small, goat-like horns poking out through his dark headfur, resting just a little closer to his forehead than the round ears; a long, luxurious, super soft-furred tail; and then finally his gargantuan junk: basketball sized orbs hanging beneath a fat, drooling, half-hard shaft that was already as wide as Scott's forearm.

Scott stopped immediately when he saw that cock, even taking a step back and pulling at the opossum's tail nervously. "What is this, what's even, who are you?" Scott mumbled for a moment before finding real words again. "This is, oh shit, this is unnatural, shouldn't even be possible," he babbled as he took another step back, shaking his head and trying to clear that scent from his nose after seeing it's source. His whole body was trembling, though despite his fear there was a clearly visible tent in his trousers. As much as he wanted to run, as much as he knew this whole situation was bad news, he couldn't help imagining the possibilities the monster before him presented.

"There's nothing to fear," the demon purred back to Scott, sending the poor collie's heart a-flutter. "I am Suot, this is my home. Welcome," he continued with a little yawn, "Scott, right? Welcome to my home. You'll enjoy your stay."

This guy knowing his name was the last straw, he was finally freaked out enough to run. Not that it really got him anywhere-- in an instant he found his body had become sluggish and unresponsive. He tripped over his own feet before he even managed two steps and as soon as he flopped onto the floor the surprisingly hefty Abe was on his back, whispering to him, even giving the half-floppy ear a little nibble with those sharp teeth as his small hands kept Scott's face pointed at the demonic feline.

"H-hey, look at what you're trying to turn down here, Scotty," Abe began as he held the sloppily-squirming collie down, a grin forming and his dick pushing into a canine back as his own thoughts drifted toward the good times he'd shared with the beast before them. "Think you'll ever get another chance to try a guy like this? You ever even see a pair like that before?"

That rumble picked up again before Scott could even begin to respond. "He's right, little doggie. Do you really want to walk away without even giving the big cat a taste? Not even so much as a sniff? Who knows, you might love it more than anything you've ever tried before. You might want to just stay here and lay with me forever," he purred with a wicked chuckle as his shaft twitched to life and began to rise, powerful throbs slowly carrying it higher. "Or is that what the doggie's afraid of?"

Of course he was right on all counts and Scott knew it. He could hardly suppress a groan of pleasure as that purr hit him again, resonating through his whole body and, he suspected, soul. The deep, powerful rumble left him with a faintly drowsy feeling and a throbbing, rock-hard cock, the need pushing him further and further from thoughts of escape as his fantasies grew more and more vivid and his cheeks redder and redder. Fear was giving way to desire and soon enough his mind was conjuring images of his face buried between those massive balls, his tongue slurping all over that fat dick, his whole body bouncing up and down that flesh obelisk.

"N-no, I don't, I don't wanna try that," he finally stammered, "even if it, mmf, wow, even if it is probably the best cock I've ever seen. Just, mmf, lemme leave." He looked up with pleading eyes, tail between his legs as he continued attempts to push himself up with no results. As his body failed again and again to escape and he found his muscles simply refusing to tense up when he demanded it, Scott began to wonder why he was turning such pleasure down. He became unsure of why he was refusing something he'd love when it would be so much easier to take the fiend up on it; why he was working so hard to say no, all the while knowing it'd be so much easier and infinitely more enjoyable to crawl over and taste those big, manly, sweaty balls.

The big cat just rumbled deeper with an amused grin, laying his head back as possum paws started to rub down Scott's neck and over his shoulders. Even with the grip on his head released, he still found it impossible to tear his gaze from those plump, full globes. Damn, they got more appealing each second. Was he licking his lips? The devious pair's giggles confirmed as much, though he was almost surprised to find it didn't bother him at all. In fact, even wanting to protest, he found it very difficult to hold onto his thoughts, especially those of escape. It was almost like his mind was making the decision without him.

"And you're sure you don't want to taste me?"

Try as he might to let that monster know that he absolutely was certain he had no interest, Scott just couldn't make himself lie about this. Something in the back of his mind told him there would be consequences, that no good could come of this. But that rich, manly scent left him too hot to think, while the deep, authoritative voice and powerful purr filled his body and mind with a strange, lazy sort of feeling. "I do," he finally whimpered in defeat.

"That's much better," the feline purred once more,stopping to yawn as his feet shifted just slightly. "Abe, let go so he can come and taste." Before the sentence was even finished, Abe's weight was off Scott's back and the canine was free.

Scott knew he was fast, that he could probably be out the door by the time Abe reacted. But that's not what he really wanted. That's not what he came for tonight. If anything, this was even better than anything he expected to find when he got into that trashed old compact. The collie already felt a throbbing between his legs as he pushed himself up to crawl over, his bushy tail wagging timidly as that black, wet nose sniffed away. He found that odor growing even stronger, impossibly strong as he got closer and closer to Suot. Each sniff sent a wave of pleasure through him and left him wanting more. Scott worked to muffle his pleasured little sounds, much to the fiend's amusement, until his nose finally bumped into that full, plush-furred sac. He couldn't help an audible groan.

"That's a good doggy," the fiendish feline purred down to him.

Scott was never into the whole "pet" thing, but this time he was willing to make an exception. In fact, he couldn't help filling with satisfaction as the praise hit him, his tongue lolling as he took another deep sniff.

"Don't you feel silly for trying to turn this down? Sure, you never really had a choice," Suot's voice rumbled through the collie's body. "But just think of how much time you wasted not burying your face. You've got a lot to make up for, don't you?"

Scott's tail whipped back and forth and his face pushed in hard. A shudder of pleasure went from the tip of his nose to the end of his tail as that warm, soft flesh surrounded him and blocked out the rest of the world. It was all he could smell, the heavy fur draped over his ears muffled all the sounds around him and blocked any of the already sparse light. And it was hot against him. Scott had never felt a body this warm, though he wouldn't complain even if his tongue hadn't already busied itself. The demon's soft, hot fur almost felt like a heated blanket, and Scott couldn't help wanting to lounge against him and let that overwhelming warmth relax his body, even as he savored the huge balls' flavor. It was exotic, almost spicy, though alien as it was the canine's almost nonstop slurping said more than any praise he could muster.

The collie was completely fixated, far too distracted to notice the hands tugging his pants and boxers down. Though much to Suot's delight, the hand squeezing at Scott's drooling, pink-skinned dick was enough to drive a hot moan from him. Soon he felt something wrapping tight around his waist, giving him a little squeeze as the hand released him, only to be replaced by what Scott finally realized was the opossum's tail. He'd actually almost forgotten about Abe, but that tail around the dog's waist and dick, followed by a pair of hands grabbing his hips and a fat possum cock grinding between his asscheeks reminded him in a hurry.

He could feel that dick's hot, slick precum rolling down between his cheeks as that tail tightened almost painfully on his dick, forcing him to moan into those gargantuan balls once more. His dick throbbed hard against that tail as his ass began to grind right back against that dick, only to have his body pushed forward, his face pressed even harder into that wonderful flesh. He found himself lost in it once more, forgetting about everything again in the moment between being pushed forward and feeling that pre-slick dick push it's way into him. Scott moaned nice and loud this time, stretched wide as the merciless marsupial rammed himself in to the hilt. He simply sat there for a moment, squeezing that cock in his tail as his own pulsed hotly, before pulling back once more and ramming in hard, pushing the collie's face and attention back to those massive balls.

Scott found his world sort of fading away, unable to focus on anything else, unable to think at all until the possum pulled back once more, tugging at that collie dick roughly before plowing in again and pushing Scott's face back into Suot's junk even harder than before. That empty-headed feeling returned as he breathed the demon's odor nice and deep. Abe kept going, fucking the collie through moments of lucidity and oblivion, all the while providing the occasional smack on his ass. The distinction between the two states was getting blurrier and blurrier as the possum rocked him faster and harder. Abe's grunts and Scott's moans began to fill the room over Suot's thoroughly amused purr.

Scott could hear the demon speaking, though between the noise and his state he had trouble making much out. He didn't need to hear much to know that he and Abe were receiving plenty of praise, that the leopard was loving their show, that they were being such good boys.

And soon enough, almost too soon, that opossum gave one last shove, pressing Scott's face into that silky soft fur once more. The warmth filling him was barely noticed as his attention was fixed on the flesh in front of him. Even his own orgasm barely registered. The only feeling Scott really noticed was that sinking sensation, his body growing heavier, harder to hold up. And why was he even staying up when he could just lay here?

After that realization, Scott found his arms relaxing, his weight sinking even deeper into that hot, musky flesh. Goodness, he'd been putting a lot of effort into such silly efforts. And all the while he was more than welcome to just lay here and sniff and slurp to his heart's content. As wonderful as this was now, he couldn't help feeling silly for trying to turn it all down earlier. But surely Suot didn't mind, he was so patient about it all, he was so nice the entire time. All to let that collie feel so good, sinking down against those wonderful globes.

As that warm, sticky puddle in the carpet pressed onto Scott's belly, he noticed the possum cock's absence for the briefest of moments, but he quickly dismissed it. That dick didn't matter at all next to those monstrous balls. Did he hear a little smooch next to his head? What did it matter? It was perfect. He could lay here forever.

Maybe he would have if it weren't for a slight stirring under him and that wonderful voice calling his name, but for now he found his mouth opened wide in a yawn, tongue feeling just slightly tired as it pressed against the drool-and-sweat-damp fur. Scott was almost annoyed at the interruption, especially after only getting to spend a few moments down there. Or at least, what felt like only a few moments. As his eyes fluttered open, he couldn't help noticing the sunlight pouring in around the dusty, grimy blinds, quickly shocking him halfway out of his groggy state.

"There we are," Suot purred with a little grin. "You slept so well, didn't you? Better than you ever have?"

"Y-yeah," the collie mumbled back as his tail began to wag. He couldn't remember the last time he woke up feeling this good. It was like every single muscle in his body was perfectly rested; any amount of effort would be insufficient to find an unpleasant feeling anywhere in his body.

"Goood, very good," the demon began as his massive shaft twitched back to life. "I wanted to talk to you for a bit. My possum is off being a cumslut so you can give me your full attention-- not that he stopped you before," he purred. "Now, I'm sure you had plans for today, Scott. I'm sure you had things to do, places to be. So much busy, tiring stuff to do. Or maybe it really wasn't anything, maybe you were just planning to go home and waste your day. I'm not too concerned with the specifics, but whatever they may be, I can offer you something far, far better," he continued as that fat, black-skinned dick reached half-mast. "You can feel this good, be this content all the time." It was throbbing even higher now, seeming to pulse alongside his words. "And all I need to make this happen is your permission. And of course, one simple, easy little act to seal the deal," he finished with a little smirk, just as a glob of salty, incredibly hot precum dripped onto Scott's muzzle.

The collie found himself shuddering in delight at that the hot warmth running down to his lips, eyes fixed on that rising flesh as his chin remained against the soft, warm fur. He couldn't believe an offer like this could be real. He'd never felt this good in his life, and Suot was promising to make it last forever. But as hard as it was to even bring the word "no" to mind, he couldn't help thinking there had to be something wrong. Something for nothing, and from a demon to boot.

Just as Scott was about to speak his concerns, the fiend purred down to him again. "Think about how wonderful it'll be to feel like this forever. Maybe you think it's too good to be true, I've heard that more times than I'd ever bother to count," his voice rumbled as that cock twitched harder and harder, towering over the collie. "But wasn't last night more wonderful than you'd ever have believed? Maybe you should just be a good doggie and trust me this time."

The words hit Scott hard- he didn't want to repeat last night's foolishness. And he certainly didn't want to miss out on more time with Suot and his heavenly scent. The collie pressed his nose back down and took another deep breath, exhaling in a sigh of delight. He imagined for a moment that he'd just taken his last breath of the fiend's scent and in an instant his mind was made up. Scott gulped and leaned over to look past that shaft and up to the leopard. his tail drooping just slightly.

"Y-yeah, you have my permission," the collie whimpered to him. "What do I need to do?"

"See? There's my good doggie. And I'm surprised you haven't asked to do this already. A ll I need you to do is suck me off. It's a lot like signing a contract," Suot purred down, his rumble growing deeper as the collie climbed onto his balls. The dog's tail wagged madly as his weight pushed down on them, his mouth opening wide to accommodate that fat demon dick without the slightest hesitation. "Mm, that's right, that's a good boy," the fiend sighed as drool ran down his shaft.

Scott couldn't help a smile at the praise, and after tasting that dick he wished he'd thought to ask for this sooner. It pulsed hot in his mouth, even more inhumanly warm than those massive balls and the precum drooling from the tip felt wonderful on his lips and tongue, even better sliding down his throat after a little gulp. The stuff had a slight tingle, it was almost spicy. Soon enough, he was gulping it down steadily, even giving the occasional muffled groan of satisfaction against that hot rod.

"You just suck like that, mmm. Once you, ooh, once you get nice and full of my cum, you're all mine. Body, mind, soul. All mine, so I can keep you nice and relaxed, make sure you don't need to work or do anything, make sure you stay nice and content all the time," he purred powerfully, his words rumbling through the collie's entire being as his cock throbbed harder and harder, dribbling more and more hot precum into the hungry muzzle sliding up and down it's length.

"Can't even take half of me, can you? That's, mmf, that's fine," he continued, looking almost uncomfortable as his hips began to roll involuntarily. "You're doing just fine. Just keep sucking like the good, hungry little doggie you are. Earn your breakfast," the feline grunted as his lazy, thick-furred tail draped across the dog's shoulders. "You know, after this I don't think you'll ever want to make a meal of anything else," he panted with a wicked little chuckle.

Scott already knew he was right. He couldn't stop sucking and slurping and gulping, even as his jaw grew sore from opening so wide. He felt perfect laying here, his own throbbing cock pressed into the soft fur that wrapped Suot's balls, his chest pressed against the shaft and his mouth wrapped tight around it. He barely even listened as he found that dick absorbing his attention, just like the balls beneath it had the previous night. It wasn't long until the heat in his muzzle was all he could really focus on, pulsing hard against the roof of his thoroughly stuffed mouth as his soft, wet tongue was covered in the salty flesh. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he was drooling all over. He could feel a few drops on his neck and chest, but he wasn't concerned with that in the slightest.

The only thing he could worry, care or even think about was the massive demon tool in his muzzle, throbbing harder each moment as that wonderful purr carried words over and through him. He knew he was being spoken to, but he wasn't really paying too much attention to the words themselves. Somehow, he knew that Suot was okay with that. In fact, something told Scott the fiend was absolutely delighted to see him so wholly fixated on that dick. Scott knew he needed to slurp and suck even more. The head pressed against his throat as he rocked up and down the shaft, his own moans barely escaping around the mouthful of cock between gulps of hot, spicy precum.

He hadn't really noticed, but the dick was pulsing harder and harder each second, it was gushing more and more precum with each moment. It wasn't long before the collie found himself compelled to press his face down hard onto that cock, pressing the head firmly into his throat. He could feel the entire thing expand slightly in his muzzle only a moment before a wave of heat and absolute bliss spread through his body. Coincidentally, there was a massive spurt of unnaturally hot jizz blasted into his throat at the same time. The little bit of infernal jizz that hit his tongue was, without a doubt, the best thing he'd ever tasted. It was spicy, just like the precum, but far stronger. It was almost unpleasant, but there was some strange, mysterious undertone that balanced it out flawlessly and left him wanting even more. The jizz and pleasure might be connected, but he didn't care a bit. He was more than happy to keep swallowing that stuff down, spurt after spurt, as a wonderful, overpowering feeling of warmth and contentment radiated from his belly, growing stronger with each gulp.

It was hard for Scott to tell if he was getting heavier or growing drowsy, though it was almost certainly plenty of both. He found more of his weight pressed into those magnificent balls as his drowsy body grew less willing to hold itself up. He could feel his belly bulging, pressing against the floor as he took his last few gulps. His mouth, throat and belly were filled with the demon's unnatural heat, while that powerful voice filled his mind once more.

"That's right," Suot panted as the heat continued to spread, overwhelming the poor collie's senses. "You've, mmm, you've done plenty of work already for this year. You've earned your place in my bed. Just lay back and enjoy yourself now," he continued as his softening dick slipped from the canine's muzzle, flopping aside as Scott's eyes fluttered shut and his face buried itself in those still-gargantuan orbs once more.

"There," the fiend rumbled with an improbably evil yawn. "Just rest with me, toy, maybe we can do this again in a week or three."

The collie found himself filled with that powerful, pleasant heat, while the wicked leopard's tail functioned as the softest, warmest blanket he'd ever felt. With one more sniff, the last of Scott's consciousness and lucidity vanished, the former to return on occasion and the latter never to be seen again-- much to the delight of demon and dog alike.