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Dark rhythms, solid beats, and hot bodies grinding and bumping against one another. That was the kind of atmosphere Kaji enjoyed when he wanted to unwind. They called it "Club Purgatory", a place for "lost souls", or so the tagline said. Really, it was just a marketing slogan to draw the goth crowd in, and it worked. It had brought Kaji in, after all, and while he wasn't exactly the "pierce ALL OF THE THINGS" type, he certainly enjoyed the goth getup, particularly the articles belonging to the opposite gender.

The blue and white-speckled boy had a not-so-secret love for flaunting his feminine form with an equally-feminine attire; a short skirt, tube top, panties, stockings, and arm warmers were his outfit of choice for the evening. Dark, sleek, form-fitting, and showy enough to turn even a straight boy's head for a moment, Kaji's 'night clothes', as he called them, could easily pass him off as a girl, save for his flat chest and the slight bulge hidden by his skirt.

The exterior lighting of the club sported large neon lights baring the establishment's title, accompanied by two animated flames and a scantily-clad angel and devil sitting on opposite sides of the neon banner. It was cheesy, and reminded Kaji of some sleazy gentlemen's club from out west, but this silly sign masked the shrouded interior within. For one thing, it was dark; most of the time, the only hint of life in the club was the sound of footsteps, shouts muted by the booming music, and the shadows cast by the glowing flame motifs lining the inner walls of the club. Every so often, the darkness would be pierced by strobe lights, but otherwise, near-blackness was the prevailing theme. "In the dark, no one can judge you." Another tagline the club used. It was hardly true, but it did make Kaji feel a little more secure about his little hobby.

The bunnyfox casually stepped through the door, slipping a twenty dollar bill into the greeter's hand and receiving a cardstock wristband in return, which he idly wrapped just above his slender, feminine hand as he passed through a curtained doorway into the club proper. Almost immediately, his senses went into overload; vulpine ears pinned back momentarily as the heavy bass pulsed in a relentless drumming beat, his pupils expanded in reponse to the world around him going dark, and the scent of chemicals from an old Halloween fog machine rushed up into his sinuses. Vague shadows gradually took on more recognizable forms, occasionally lit by a dim orange glow, giving life to muscles, curves, and flailing limbs. All Kaji could feel in this dark, energetic box of writhing bodies and overstimulating sounds was welcome.

The boy wasted no time. A quick stretch to limber up, cracking his knuckles, back and shoulders, bending his knees and flexing his toes... Not a second later, Kaji was wading through the tangled web of souls set free by the fiery darkness of Purgatory, seeking out his own little spot in the chaos in which he could lose himself in the dark, pulsing world he'd come to love. Countless hands brushed against his fur, exploring for mere milliseconds before turning their attentions to some other texture within their reach; bodies rubbed, slid, and bumped against his. There wasn't such a thing as elbow room in this knot of flesh, skin, and fur. There was, however, the slightest bit of an opening, and Kaji quickly slipped in place, claiming this tiny spot as his own. For now, at least.

Movement in places like this wasn't like dancing in a ball room or dance hall. There was no right or wrong way to do it, as long as no one got hurt, and even that rule was often relaxed, depending on the venue. Mosh pits weren't really Kaji's thing, though--he really lacked the mass to be anything but the unfortunate victim of some beefcake's misdirected body slam. Thankfully, such activities weren't permitted in this particular club, so the boy could just flail and sway at his leisure. And that was the best way to describe the movements of this knotted mess of people: flailing and swaying. It didn't matter how their bodies moved, as long as they moved. The music did all the work, swinging limbs through the air, taking hold of hips and swishing them back and forth, arching backs and throwing back heads, injecting ecstasy into the ears and setting the body aflame with the freedom of movement.

Kaji's body came to life; the music took hold, and he began to move, to sway, to release all that pent-up energy and frustration from his subtle, barely-toned muscles. His back ached, so he bent it inward; his shoulders were sore, so his arms went up above his head and stayed there, swaying in the air, catching the waves of the dark, violent beats contained within the darkened, flaming walls. It didn't matter how the music caught him. The only rule was that there were no rules. The music made all the decisions, just the way these lost souls liked it. Just the way Kaji liked it. He was very intimate with the notion of losing control.

"Whoa." he thought, shaking his head briskly. "Better not let that train of thought leave the station."

The boy giggled to himself, and no one paid it any mind. Even as crowded as it was on the dance floor, each body was a nation in itself; isolated, but part of a greater whole, simultaneously with and without borders, free to commit unto themselves as they so pleased. The boy's momentary return to lucidity gave him a chance to take a look at the dancers around him: a slim fox girl stood directly to his front, dressed much like him, going absolutely wild, having been captured by the more violent tones of the throbbing beat blaring through the speakers. The other dancers gave her and the others like her their space; flailing limbs hurt, even when not directly thrown toward any face in particular.

A large, muscular orca and an equally strong-looking shark girl danced to the boy's left; this tall aquatic pair, adapted for life away from the sea, were either lovers or just happened to have made some split-second agreement of mutual attraction, because their bodies were definitely closer together than the other members of the web. Perhaps it was the shameless grinding and groping that clued Kaji in on the obvious naughty overtones of their dance. He almost forgot not to stare, a hint of redness creeping up into his cheeks, though his bashful reaction was unnecessary. No one cared in here; no one gave a shit if people watched them dry-hump on the dance floor. They probably wouldn't care if the camera phones came out either, at least until later, when the enslaving rhythms had left their bodies and minds behind and returned them to normal society.

Kaji's quick redirection of his eyes brought his head to his right. All manners of people, of every race, every species, gathered here to dance. Humans, furres, scalies, avians... It didn't matter what shape one took in this place where all souls were equal. Something in the dense knot of bodies caught his eye, though; it wasn't that this human boy looked all that strange, or that he particularly stood out, apart from his slender, feminine frame that Kaji mindlessly ogled before his thoughts cleared once more. No, it was more like there was just something... off about him. Not just him, either--the people around him carried themselves differently.

The boy in question was a human, or at least looked the part. Bronzed skin lay almost completely bare, save for a tight pair of short shorts clinging to his shapely hips and backside, giving firm definition to an erect bulge hidden beneath. His hair, the same silvery-white as Kaji's, fell down his slender shoulders and back, framing a delicate, feminine face and...

"What the..." Kaji only mouthed the words. It had to have been a trick of the light or something, but he could swear that this strange boy's violet eyes had no whites to them. All he could see behind that bright violet gaze was blackness. The dark pits behind those violet irises only seemed to make those twin points of color all the more vivid, and it took Kaji a moment to realize that this other boy had been staring back at him. His heart skipped a beat, and only now did he notice the heat that had built up in his body, and the tent that had formed in his panties. The boy gasped and bit down on his lip, chomping down on a moan that he hadn't even realized was passing over his tongue. Who knows how long he'd been panting like an excited school girl?

The bunnyfox averted his gaze, and he immediately began to feel a little more in control of himself. Now it made sense why everyone around that boy looked so addled with pleasure; it was no secret that mischievous spirits often haunted places like this, where mortal energies ran high, giving these otherworldly entities a feast like no other. Had he not snapped out of that daze, he'd have wound up feeding the sensual demon his own energy. Not that it'd have been a bad way to spend the evening...

A growing shadow from the front knocked him out of his contemplations. The flailing fox girl swung a little too far out from her little safe zone, and a couple other dancers stumbled out of the way to avoid being smacked by an arm. A lithe cat boy, defying all notions of feline grace, tripped backwards and bumped into Kaji, knocking the bunnyfox off balance and sending him stumbling back as well. A muscular body stopped the two boys' descent to the floor, and before he could ensure the feline dancer was alright, the cat boy glanced upward, his expression fearful, and took off into the crowd. Kaji's confusion lasted only until he heard a dissatisfied voice from behind.

"Watch where you're falling, hussy!" The tone was strong, firm, and definitely female. A strong pair of hands pushed Kaji back onto his feet and nearly face-first into another dancer. Turning around, he was met with the irate stare of a tall equine woman dressed in a tight leather half-top and matching shorts. Her arms crossed beneath an ample chest, squeezed into that top, resting against a muscular tummy. Her chestnut fur took on a faint orange glow as the wall lights blazed to life once again, illuminating the dancers around them.

"I'm sorry!" Kaji shouted over the music. "Someone bumped me!"

"Yeah, well we're all getting bumped in here! Be more careful!" The equine woman turned her back, clearly not interested in any further conversation.

Kaji snorted. "Cunt." He wandered back to his spot and tried to forget about it. Yeah, he could have been paying attention and avoided bumping her, but she didn't have to be so rude about it. The boy sighed and started to dance again, but his movements slowed to half-hearted swaying when he noticed the bronze-skinned boy from earlier standing in front of him. His eyes went wide, and just staring into his eyes--those violet gems flanked by darkness--began to heat his body up again. The bunnyfox went to speak, but was silenced as the other male put a finger against his own soft, kissable lips.

"Don't." the strange boy said with a husky voice that could melt the iciest heart. He'd barely even murmured to Kaji, but somehow his voice cut through the music and reached his ears perfectly. Those enchanting eyes turned to look over Kaji's shoulder for just a moment, before they returned again to join his lips in a smirk. "Gorgeous, isn't she?"

"Wh--"

"Miss ornery mare back there." the boy barely gave him any time to respond. "Shame about the attitude, eh?"

"I guess so." Kaji's eyes shot down to the floor. He couldn't risk holding this mesmerizing boy's gaze.

The sensual spirit's smirk widened, and he reached out to give Kaji's shoulder a squeeze. "Hey, chin up!" He glanced just to the side again, and that smirk evolved into a toothy grin. "And look alive."

"Look alive? For what?"

"You'll thank me later."

Confusion crossed Kaji's expression, and before he could give it a voice, the strange boy had slipped back into the crowd, the tangled web of bodies seeming to absorb him, to cling to him and shift into desperate, pleasured grinding. The bunnyfox stood there, pondering that odd little exchange for a moment, before he felt something press up against his back. Hard.

At first he figured someone had stumbled into him again, but when that hot body pulled instead of pushed, and firm hands pressed against his belly and chest, it became obvious that this was not the case. Kaji took in a shuddering breath, an excited tingle fluttered through his tummy, and he leaned back against the sculpted form now grinding against his back. His head squished against an enviable pair of breasts, and a definite bulge began to rub and poke against his back. Hermaphrodite...

"I'm sorry about before." a familiar voice purred into his ear. It was the angry horse girl from before! "I don't even remember what I was so annoyed over."

Kaji wasn't sure whether he should be flattered or insulted. This girl had just finished snapping at him, and now she wanted to grope him. He decided to just roll with it, slinking his arms up and putting his hands against the back of his new dance partner's neck, swiveling his feminine hips against the bulge now pressed firmly against them. "It's... alright. I'm sorry for bumping into you."

"Oh, don't be. I'm sure it wasn't your fault, girl." the equine woman's head lowered, a long tongue lapping against one of Kaji's ears. Her tone had gone from irate to practically dripping sex within mere moments.

The boy couldn't help but giggle as he explained, "I hope it doesn't put you off, Miss, but I'm a boy."

"Are you?" a hand zeroed in on Kaji's crotch and gave it a nice little cupping, causing the boy to moan and squirm. The aroused equine laughed into his ear and purred again. "So you are. Well, that's just as good."

"I'm... glad you approve?" Kaji didn't entirely buy the idea that she'd just done a complete one-eighty like that. "Are you just messing with me?"

"Mmm, nope." the mare pushed her impressive bulge against Kaji's lower back, and the boy went completely rigid for a moment, a reaction which only seemed to further encourage the horse herm to tease him. Her fingers went for his nipples, rubbing and pinching them through his skimpy top. "I guess I just didn't realize how gorgeous you were at first."

"I... see." Kaji breathed out the words between high-pitched whimpers, his little nubs stiffening quickly under her fingers' assault. His fluffy fox tail went up, momentarily tickling against the mare's midriff before flopping off to the side, giving the pair a few more free inches to close between their bodies. Speaking of inches, the equine shaft pressing against his backside was getting harder, becoming more firm as it rubbed along his colorful back. The difference in height between the two made it difficult for the mare to really grind it straight into the boy's bubbly ass, but she was sure trying her best.

Roaming hands slipped under Kaji's top and teased handfulls of fur, fingers combing down his chest to his flat midriff, touching, teasing, tickling, pulling him back into the equine body behind him as those muscular hips continually pushed him forward. She was in control of the dance; Kaji was just along for the ride. "So, what's your name, girlyboy?"

"It's Kaji." the bunnyfox's eyes had shut, and he'd gradually returned to his relaxed, almost entranced state, just as the other dancers had when they allowed the music to take hold. His arms remained locked around his partner's neck and shoulders, or at least for as far as he could reach. His smaller, more slender body rocked and arched with her powerful frame, completely submissive to her movements, her desires, her instructions.

The mare snerked a little. "That's such a girly name. It suits you." She leaned in closer, dark brown hair falling over the boy's face momentarily as she murmured, "I'm Zoey. And you're fucking adorable."

"I do my be-ehhhh...!" Kaji's brows scrunched together, then curved upward. His body practically melted as the mare's fingers began to rub and scratch his tummy, sending chills of relaxing pleasure up his spine. His mouth hung open, and he'd have sunk down to his knees, had Zoey not held him upright with a strong hand.

"Mmhh..." the horse purred into his ear. "You wanna... get out of here?"

"H-Huh?"

"You know." Zoey released the boy's belly from her affectionate attack. She turned herself, and by extension the frail bunnyfox, in the direction of one of the closed off booths off to the side of the dance floor. "Get some... privacy?"

It took a moment for the boy to recover from the intense belly rubs; his legs gradually regained their strength, and he could think straight again after a moment. His eyes went wide in realization of what she had implied, and a familiar heat rushed up into his cheeks. "W-Well..."

"Sure you do." she answered the question for him, slipping out from behind and grabbing his wrist.

Kaji didn't protest or try to pull away as he was tugged through the knot of dancing bodies, heading toward the freedom of open air for the first time in what felt like forever. He stumbled along with his equine partner, who effortlessly pushed her way through the crowd, her tall and muscular stature perfect for clearing a path. He watched her stuff her hand into a pocket and slip a club worker some bills, for which she received an electronic keycard. A quick glance down at a fluorescent number on the card, and they were in motion again, Zoey's hurried pace bringing them to room twelve.

"Get inside, stud." she said as she slid the card through the electronic lock and swung the door open. She gave Kaji a firm push, sending him stumbling into the room.

It wasn't the boy's first time in one of these tiny love booths; it was a little bigger than a fitting room, with a faux leather loveseat and a dim light in the ceiling. Kaji collided with the couch and fell back onto it, watching as the orange glow from outside their little room vanished behind the closing door, and the shadow of his equine dance partner descended upon him. He had barely a moment to get comfortable before her heavy body straddled his own lithe form, the couch creaking a little beneath them. Zoey's hot breath fell against his nose and his cheeks, little smooches landing all over his face before a strong hand took hold of his chin and held him still, allowing for a full-on French kiss. The mare's lips locked around his, and Kaji's eyes went wide as her long tongue invaded his mouth. Zoey dominated the kiss with that long, slick muscle, licking insistently at Kaji's tongue, which tried so hard to press back with even half the strength of hers.

One of Zoey's hands pressed to the back of Kaji's head, ensuring he couldn't escape from that deep, overpowering kiss. The other slid around the boy's back and stuffed itself under his plush bottom, squeezing it firmly, making the helpless bunnyfox squeak and whimper through his nose. A little giggle passed between their lips, Zoey's eyes showing a grin hidden by their kiss, her tongue slithering deeper into the boy's mouth.

Kaji's entire body tingled; he'd been in similar positions before--even in this very club, and quite possibly this very room--but such intense, passionate touching, rubbing, and kissing wasn't something one just got used to. Her hot, wet tongue pinned him down by the mouth, almost gagging him even, dominating him orally; the term "mouth rape" would have been appropriate. Her powerful body kept him all but immobile, his effeminate form no match for her sheer brute strength. Her hands, so controlling and insistent, probed his unresisting body for weakness, squeezing, groping, caressing.

The kiss broke after an eternity of wet, slick sliding of tongue against tongue, a thin strand of saliva joining the pair even after their lips separated. Zoey huffed a hot breath right in his face and grinned, deep green eyes staring down at him as she positioned herself more comfortably over him. "Just getting your mouth ready for something bigger."

Kaji's cock twitched so hard it might have torn his now straining panties, stretched to their limit by his engorged maleness. His eyes flicked downward for a moment, but caught no glimpse of the thick equine shaft that he'd soon have a taste of. The mare's large breasts pressed against his chest, blocking his vision of her lower body. "Just ah..." Kaji panted a little, still a little winded from that kiss. "Just let me get out of these panties. They're so tight..."

Zoey grinned and took a breath as if to speak, but then something strange happened. Her expression went blank, and she stared ahead for a moment.

"Um... You alright?" Kaji waved a hand in front of her face. He hadn't seen her take any drugs before she pushed him in here. It was then that he felt the slightest breeze pass through the room, carrying an almost inaudible voice past his ears:

"Take him. You know you want to."

It was barely a whisper, obviously not meant for him to hear. Zoey, on the other hand, had heard it very clearly, and when her eyes cleared of that strange, foggy look, she descended upon the boy again, this time with an almost predatory look in her eyes. "You don't need to take those off. Yet."

"B-But they're tight!" Kaji went for the hem of his skirt, but his new equine lover took hold of his hands and pinned him back against the couch. The boy yipped out in protest, blushing fiercely as her crotch grinded against his lap. "N-No... Hold on a second..!"

"Shh." Zoey hushed him gently and smirked, taking hold of his chin and gazing down into his eyes. "Look at me."

Kaji looked, and what he saw would evoke some all too familiar memories: Her eyes, already a vivid, attractive emerald color, took on a deep inner glow, tugging at a special place in the back of his mind. It was a part of his subconscious that he'd become quite intimate with, that he hadn't been aware of until his first experience with hypnotism. Now that familiar, floaty feeling was returning, and before he could steel his will against her mesmerizing stare, the seductive equine had already made a second push into his mind. Her eyes brightened further, and twin pools of color began to shimmer and swirl through her irises, emerging from her pupils and projecting an enchanting aurora over the boy's face.

"That's right." Zoey cooed softly into his ears, brushing a stray lock of hair away from the boy's face. Her brash, lust-fueled tone had devolved into something far more soothing and reassuring, but still powerfully insistent. "Look deep into the swirling colors. Gaze into my eyes and know the peace of mindlessness."

"Nnn... No, I... Ssstop..." Already, Kaji was beginning to slur his words. His hard, needy cock was still trapped within the tight confines of his panties, and it was driving him mad! He couldn't just let her wash away his will with those pretty, hypnotic colors. He couldn't just stare and listen and obey like a good little girlyboy... or could he?

"Don't resist, little cutie." the mare tickled gently under his chin, tugging a helpless little giggle from the boy's lips. "Soon you won't have to worry about anything. All you need to do is let me think for you."

Zoey's words began to echo in the boy's emptying head, and he knew he wouldn't last long against her. Already, he could feel his muscles losing tension, his body slumping against the couch, his mind quieting as conscious thought slowed. The swirling colors poured into his mind, drowning out the dim light from above and emptying the world around him until only he and the hypnotic mare existed. Even the muted beats of the music outside the booth gradually quieted into rhythmic thumping, not unlike his own quickened heartbeat.

"Mmm, see? You like it." the horse's lips brushed against his, eyes wide, projecting those sleepy, relaxing thoughts into his mind, enthralling colors flowing outward in an endless kaleidoscopic assault.

"Ah... nnn..." Poor Kaji tried to speak, tried to rationalize some reason to try and resist, but his dazed mind could find no words to grab onto.

Zoey silenced his meager response with a little pinch to his nipple, turning his already meaningless whimpering into a sleepy little moan. "You're just a happy little slutboy, eager to fall for me."

"Sssslut... yehhh... n-no, I--"

Another tease to his nipple shut him up, and Zoey's eyes grew brighter, causing Kaji's to widen a little. The mare pressed her hips in closer to his, putting more of her weight onto the couch and pinning the boy just a little more to further emphasize her power over him. "Yes, you are a slut. And you're going to be nice and mindless and slutty for me."

Kaji's eyes went glassy, his gaze distant as he surrendered to Zoey's mesmerizing stare. He couldn't help it; he'd fantasized about being controlled like this since he was a teenager, and after his first real experience with it, his resistance had whittled down significantly. A soft, relaxed sigh preceded his body slumping against the plush couch, mouth not quite fully closing as his mind gave into the pretty colors. "Sssslutty for... youuuuu..."

"That's a good boy." Zoey started to fiddle with the boy's top, tugging it up as far as it could go, then taking hold of his arms and pulling them up over his head so she could remove the thin, revealing fabric from his flat chest. Her top came off shortly after, the tight leather garment stretching as she pulled on it, eventually joining Kaji's skimpy tube top on the floor. She breathed out a moan into his ear and reached down to give his bulge a squeeze, tugging a sharp gasp from his lips. "You want them off?"

"Yeh--yessss!" the mesmerized boy gave her a firm, yet clumsy nod. Those panties were tailor-made for someone who didn't necessarily belong in girl clothes, so they had a lot more room than some mass-produced pair, but that didn't stop them from getting so maddeningly tight.

"Then you're gonna earn that freedom." Zoey slid a hand behind Kaji's head and pulled him forward, burying the boy in her breasts and stuffing a large, firm nipple into his mouth. "Here, warm that tongue up on this."

Kaji's body responded automatically; lips sealed around the warm, stiff flesh, and his little tongue began to lick, lap, and flick all over the mare's nipple, bringing soft little croons and moans to his ears. All he knew was to be a good little slut, and good sluts knew how to listen and obey. Zoey's hand left the back of his head, and he might have fallen back to the couch again, had her command not rooted him firmly to her soft breasts. His eyes followed the movement of her hands downward, watching in his limited peripheral vision as they were stuffed into the hem of her shorts.

"Fuck, these things are tight." the mare mumbled, trying to wiggle herself out of them in such an awkward position. One hand went back to Kaji's head and pressed him firmly against her chest while she wiggled her body in place, gradually working those tight shorts down and kicking them aside. She breathed out a heavy sigh as her long equine shaft bounced free, standing at a good ten inches long and pressing against Kaji's tummy and chest as she flopped back into him. "You ready to graduate to something bigger, slut?"

"Mmhmm..." Kaji was ready for anything she could throw at him, of course, but the sight of that huge cock emerging from her shorts had his nostrils flaring, his eyes going wide. The sexually-charged tone that now permeated the room evoked a sort of primal instinct within him, and he found himself staring eagerly at her exposed shaft.

"Good." Zoey took a handful of the boy's hair and pulled him back. Her hands slipped downward, under his arms, and she lifted him almost effortlessly and reversed their positions; now she was laying back on the couch, impressive dick pointing upward, and Kaji was the one straddling her. Her hypnotic gaze began once again, and she pointed down at her so far unappreciated shaft. "Well? What are you waiting for?"

The mesmerized bunnyfox almost lost his balance when that colorful stare returned to his vision, but his equine mistress' orders overrode that feeling entirely. He shuffled off her lap and leaned over her thighs, his head dipping down to the base of her cock. His tongue slipped past his parted lips, and in a long, slow motion, he lapped from the mare's balls to the very tip of her cock, swirling that tongue around the flared tip. His ears were graced with the sound of his mistress moaning and huffing in pleasure, and he felt her fingers take handfuls of his hair and grip loosely against his scalp.

"Fffffuck... yes..." Zoey panted heavily and wrapped her legs around the boy's midsection. "Oh god, keep going."

Kaji bowed his head again and nuzzled up against the mare's balls, his tongue lapping them slowly, lovingly. His hands began to work on her cock, wrapping around her thick length and slowly stroking up and down; he could easily fit both hands around that cock and still have enough room to swallow some of it. His tongue began that slow trail up her shaft again, and he could feel Zoey's fingers tighten around his hair again as he neared the tip. All his slutty instincts showed him just where the sweet spot was, but he couldn't just go directly for it. He stopped just before he reached the top and started to head back down, but...

"Oh no you fucking don't." Zoey's enthralling gaze penetrated deep into the boy's mind once again as she turned his head to make him look at her. "Maybe if you were some callboi, but you're not. I'm not paying you to be sensual." the mare paused, then gave herself a little shrug. "Or at all, for that matter. But that's irrelevant. You're gonna suck, and you're gonna be a cock-swallowing slut about it."

"Hahh... yesss..." The swirling colors reflected in Kaji's eyes; that last burst of hypnosis really drove it in deep, and his head swam in a haze of colorful pleasure. He rose up again, but this time he skipped the teasing and went straight for the good stuff. His mouth opened wide, and in seconds, several inches of Zoey's marehood disappeared beneath his lips, his hands stroking and squeezing whatever he couldn't take orally.

Zoey's reaction was most telling; she tensed up, back arched off the back of the couch, fingers tightening against the boy's scalp. She huffed and panted, muscular thighs squeezing Kaji closer. "That's better, you... girly little... ggggoddamn..." the mare licked her lips and grinned. "This isn't your first, that's for sure."

Kaji answered with a half-hearted shake of his head. No, it wasn't his first, but hers was one of the larger cocks he'd had his lips around, and he took his time in becoming accustomed to such a mouthful. He slowly bobbed his head up and down, tongue rubbing firmly along the underside of her shaft, slender fingers rhythmically squeezing and stroking up and down. He could feel the mare's heartbeat pulse through the stiffened shaft, quick and energetic, excited both by the violent rhythms beating against the door of their little cubicle, and by the boy's experienced mouth.

The horse's breaths came in quick, labored gasps, her hypnotic eyes closed off to the boy under her power, legs locked around his torso to hold him in place. She panted and moaned as Kaji dipped further and further down with each energetic mouthful he took of her. More and more of her cock disappeared into the boy's mouth, until he ran out of room there and began to take her into his throat. Zoey's tongue lolled out the side of her mouth, and her hands found her way to her perked nipples, tugging and pinching them, desperate for stimulation. "Annhh... You're such a good boy... Kaji..." She glanced down at him again, the colors in her eyes becoming erratic and less intense as she lost focus on her power. "B-But you have to... have to stop now. I need you."

As if to add one final tease to the already intense blowjob, Kaji exhaled, shut his eyes, and relaxed his throat. The boy slid his head down, down, down, until almost that entire cock disappeared into his throat. His fur stood on end, shivers passing up his spine when he heard Zoey moan out loud in response, his cock twitching hard against his panties as he slowly pulled back, just in time to taste a glob of her precum. He gazed up at the woman, eyes empty, unfocused, still lost in a haze of hypnotic bliss.

Zoey took a moment to recover, to regain her focus before she came right then and there. A few seconds was all it took, however, and once the strength returned to her legs, she unwrapped them from Kaji's waist and lifted the boy up into her lap. Reversing their positions on the couch again, she tugged at the boy's hips and had him half-lay on the couch, his other half held up by her powerful arms. "You're such a good slut." the mare nearly growled with lust, eyes once again regaining their hypnotic effect as she glared down at him. She took hold of his skirt and unclipped the front, tugging both it and his silky black panties down and tossing them to the side, finally freeing the boy's cock from their tight embrace. "And now you're gonna get your reward."

"Th... Thank youuuu..." A dumb smile spread over Kaji's lips; the relief of finally being granted nudity was almost palpable. He slumped back against the couch as Zoey situated herself, his eyes locked onto hers, that happy, sleepy fog in his mind renewed with intensity as she began to hypnotize him once again. His hard cock throbbed, desperate for attention, already wet and sticky from precum.

"Oh, don't thank me yet." Zoey said with a grin, taking hold of her flared shaft and pressing it against the boy's backside. "Wait until after we're done."

A firm push against his tailhole made Kaji's eyes go wide, and he sucked in a gasp as the mare's cock was slowly pushed inside. The boy moaned out loud, trying his best to relax his anal muscles while Zoey penetrated him, that thick horse cock inching deeper and deeper into him. Being so deeply hypnotized allowed him to feel every little tingle of pleasure as her cock rubbed and pressed against the sensitive nerves within, and it didn't take long for those tingles to radiate outward and begin to spread throughout his entire body.

"You're fucking tight, stud." the mare grinned toothily and took a tighter hold of his hips, pushing herself further forward and biting down on her lip. "I must be the biggest thing you've taken."

"Hahhh..! One... One of..."

"Works for me!" Zoey giggled deviously and bucked her hips forward, pushing the last few inches of her cock into the boy, making him yelp out loud and squirm in place. "Now sing for me, bitch!"

Sing, he did, and with great enthusiasm. Kaji's mouth hung open as he became a one-man choir of moans and whimpers, the quick thrusting of Zoey's hips taking those pleasurable tingles and making them into a full-bodied ecstatic assault. His every nerve set ablaze, muscles turned to jelly, and his cock, so desperate and unused, twitched and dripped with need.

Zoey's breaths matched the boy's ragged panting and gasping, her breasts bouncing freely as she rocked the mindless bunnyfox's world. Her hips bucked energetically, cock nuzzling against every sweet spot that could ever exist in his tight, fuzzy ass. Each thrust pulled the mare back to the first few inches of her shaft, only to push every throbbing bit of it back into the boy, right down to her sheath. "Nghhh..! Say my name, bitch."

"Z-Zoey..." the boy breathlessly obeyed, tongue lolling out almost comically as the rough fucking stole all his strength and completely erased his restraint.

"Louder."

"Zoey..!"

"LOUDER!" the mare took hold of the boy's cock and gave it a firm, authoritative squeeze.

"ZOOOOEEEEYYY!" Kaji arched his back and nearly came on the spot, his eyes going wide, entire body tensing up in response to even the lightest touch to his needy shaft.

The mare grinned wide and held onto him for a few seconds, unmoving, save for her energetic thrusting. She waited for the boy's squirming to cease, then began to slowly, so achingly slowly stroke him off, letting out a naughty little giggle as even that little bit of stimulation had him crying out in ecstasy. "Does that feel good, boy?"

"Ffffffuuuuck yes..!" Kaji clenched his teeth, eyes squeezing shut as his cock throbbed in her hand. He was so close, and yet so achingly far off! "Ffffeelsssoooogooo--Ahhh!"

Zoey cut off his slurring with a firm squeeze around that shaft, followed by a good, hard thrust of her own. "Does the little slut want to CUM?" she topped the word off with another squeeze, causing the boy to yelp out again.

"Yesssss..!"

"Hmmm..." the mare seemed to toy with the idea for a moment, idly rubbing her thumb against the tip of Kaji's cock, the boy's moans growing to new heights as that extremely sensitive spot was teased so callously. Then, all at once, she tightened her grip around his shaft and began to stroke as fast as she could. "Go ahead. You've earned it."

The sudden intensity of her stroking was too much; Kaji's eyes went wide, back arched, head leaned back as he felt the floodgates open. He groaned and panted raggedly, unable to properly vocalize such an intense sensation as he splattered himself with cum, his tailhole tightening and giving Zoey's equine shaft a new texture to buck into. Kaji's hearing dulled just in time to lightly muffle the mare's own ecstatic cries, and he felt a torrent of wet, sticky warmth flood up inside of him, spreading that tingling ecstasy throughout his oversensitized body. His eyes rolled back into his head, and for a moment he actually lost consciousness from the intensity.

"Hahh... fffffuck yes..." Zoey panted heavily, collapsing atop the boy, her breasts squishing around his face. She adjusted a little to make sure he could breathe, giggling a bit and slipping onto the couch with him, using what remained of her strength to reverse their positions again and bring him into her lap. "I dunno what came over me, but... goddamn, I like it."

"Mmmhh... me toooooo..." the boy murmured in his pleasure-drunk haze, a big, silly smile smeared all over his face. Everything tingled and tickled, and any bit of movement sent another little ripple of pleasure throughout his body. It was far too much to even move his lips to speak.

Zoey leaned forward and grabbed her shorts from the floor, the exhausted bunnyfox slumping about in her lap, held secure by one of her powerful arms. She dug a scrap of paper and a pen from her back pocket and scribbled down a set of numbers, then grabbed a hairclip, stuck it behind Kaji's ear, and clipped the paper there. "For later. I sure hope you'll call me."

Oh, he'd call alright. Right after he rested. Right after he slept for a while... which is exactly what happened. He wasn't sure how long he'd been out, but the boy awoke in the cubicle, alone. He blushed a bit and began to half-heartedly redress himself, hoping that his new equine playmate wasn't put off by his snooze. He slipped his panties and skirt back on, and just bent over to grab his top when a flat, dark-skinned tummy appeared before him. He backed against the wall, afraid that he'd somehow intruded on someone in his sleep, when he realized it was the strange boy from earlier.

"Well?" the seductive demon crossed his arms expectantly, a smug grin on his lips. "How was it?"

"So it was you." Kaji calmed a little; at least he wasn't about to be raped. Well, not immediately, anyway. He idly put his top back on and leaned against the wall for support. His legs were still pretty weak from being mounted so hard. "I had my suspicions."

"That doesn't answer my question." the other boy sauntered forward, one hand on the wall, the other tracing a circle around Kaji's navel. Deep violet eyes framed by blackness peered into the boy's soul. "How was it?"

"I-It was..." the bunnyfox averted his gaze. Whatever this other boy was, he didn't want to fall under his spell. Not tonight, anyhow. "Well, you said I'd thank you later."

"I did." the demon boy licked his lips and slowly backed off. "And that's all I needed to hear."

Kaji relaxed, his heartbeat slowing again. There was definitely something very otherworldly about this boy. He had so many questions to ask, but one stuck out in his mind and found its way to his lips before he could stop it: "Do you come here often?"

"Every day." Mr. Mysterious responded with a smirk. The air behind him seemed to ripple in a swishing pattern, as if something were there, but unseeable. Like a tail, almost. "We can get more acquainted next time."

"Yeah... I'd like that." Kaji's cheeks reddened, and he cleared his throat a little. "Well um... Thank you. I had a hell of a night."

"No problem." the other boy turned and pushed the door open, allowing the dark rhythms of the club to pour into the cubicle and assault Kaji's ears once again. "Thanks for the meal."

Before he could question it, the demonic boy disappeared into the crowd, leaving Kaji to wonder just what he'd meant by that. He ran his fingers through his hair, stopping when he felt something clipped there. He removed it and the attached paper, took a moment to read it in the dim light, and smiled. "Thank you, indeed."