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>Man, this has been a weird dream.

>Vivid, too. You don't think you've ever had one that's lasted this long -- in dream-time, that is. Crazy how your brain can make you think that days have gone by all in the span of a few hours.

>You think it's starting to break, though, since you're feeling woozy; you reflect in your half-awake state about all that's happened.

>This is definitely going in a dream journal or something.

>...Main question is whether you take it to a publisher or to a psychiatrist.

>After you managed to shoot Jamie with the rose bullet during the propaganda movie, she got up and found a chair closer to you.

>To keep her hands off you, you showed her the CU form; didn't take too long for her to sign it in the dimly-lit room.

>When you showed it to Laura, she gave the two of you an odd look, but took it to use in the trial.

>After you won and said your thank-yous and goodbyes to the other witnesses, your new wife -- somewhat reluctantly -- took you home.

>The other yeens at the bar were confused for a minute, excited for the next, and fighting the one after that.

>It was another case of 'Jamie vs everyone else,' but this was a bit more heated than you'd ever seen before.

>Though the topic -- you -- was not.

>In the end, it took 'B' coming out from whatever back-room it was she was hiding in to get the pack to calm down. Jamie and Roxxi were practically tugging on you like siblings over a toy, Aja yelling in the background about her being right.

>When things finally went quiet, your ears still ringing, B laid into Jamie. Apparently, her signing the CU was a bit of a big deal -- but the little yeen stood up to her boss, saying she loved you.

>The rest of the pack gave a chorus of 'oooh's, jeering and making kissing noises, but Jamie stood resolute. The massive matriarch, after staring at the little upstart for a few more moments, made her judgment right there in front of you on how it all would be resolved:

>'He's got to pass initiation.'

>When asked 'what the fuck are we going to do, there's no way he'd survive, he's only a human,' B said: 'then come up with a new one for humans.'

>She walked away then, and another moment of confusion spread over the room before several devious grins lit up the yeens' faces.

>Jamie protected you during the initial frenzy, various ideas all being yipped out with excitement as the sisters got grabby. Roxxi was the one to calm everyone down this time.

>She looked down smugly at Jamie, and announced to the pack that since everyone was part of the gang, they'd all have a say in what your 'initiation' entailed.

>Jamie just stared up at her and growled, while the larger yeen chuckled, reaching down and stroking your hair.

>'You just stay here, humie' she said. 'Have a drink.'

>'You'll need it!' Kris shouted back at you, following the other yeens -- Jamie included -- into the back.

>After a slight hesitation, you did. The gin-buck you made was a little heavy on the liquor; given the low-cost, high-proof stuff that the yeens kept behind the bar, it ended up being pretty strong.

>Drinking an extra-full cocktail like that had you reeling by the time an 'emissary' was sent out to you.

>Jamie looked less than pleased to be in the strange, brightly colored tights and shirt, and her words were just barely civil.

>'Come, my champion, let us submit you for trial.'

>She took you by the hand, ignoring your questions of 'what the fuck is going on,' and 'why are you dressed like that?'

>The back of the Pomewater showed it's pre-state age, the cramped hallways filled with marks from the oversized felonoids. The old wooden stairs Jamie led you down especially.

>The basement was finished, thank god, but there were yeens as far as the eye could see.

>Big yeens, skinny yeens.

>Tall yeens, less tall yeens.

>Almost-naked yeens -- and more naked yeens.

>All surrounding the entrance, and a single, large, mattress.

>Jamie begrudgingly spouted off something like a town crier, and then stood back as ViVi and Kandra grabbed you, letting Roxxi strip you down.

>Violently; it's a good thing those were just your dream clothes, or you'd have to find a new 'good clothes' outfit.

>The liquor or the dream dulled things enough that you didn't worry too much about the predatory look the huge yeen was giving you -- though you certainly did feel a twinge of fear.

>Especially when she popped a powder-blue pill in your mouth, making you swallow with just a look.

>Jamie once again rattled off a decree, saying something about 'Lady Kris and Madame Shay' before ViVi and Kandra tossed you bodily, nude, onto the mattress.

>Shay and Kris, the former barely dressed and the latter not at all, jumped on after you. Even if you weren't a heavy drink down, you'd still be in no shape to resist them, so they splayed you out with ease.

>Despite the confusion and slight bits of fear, your baser instincts had no issue kicking in when Kris rubbed herself along your dick before sliding you in, Shay straddling your shoulders and slipping your head beneath her panties and between her soft thighs.

>You got the idea of what to do even before Shay gripped your hair through her panties, beginning to rock into your licking and snorting. Your hands went to her ass, and Kris made sure they stayed there.

>It was difficult to hear between Shay's soft, sizable thighs as they squeezed your head, pulling you deeper into her heat, but you think you could hear Kris berating your cock as she bounced up and down on it.

>You weren't particularly concerned about it, either way.

>The two of them bumped and ground down on you until your face and groin were soaked with their fluids, their sighs of satisfaction barely audible over your own beating heart when they finally lifted up from you.

>'He's good,' one of them said, 'he'll do,' the other added.

>You weren't sure what they meant, but before you had time to question it a new pair of shadows descended on you.

>Rae and ViVi are much larger than Shay and Kris, but thankfully the bigger of them (Rae) didn't crush you by getting on top. She actually pulled you atop her, laying you on your back and putting your head on one of her breasts like a pillow before flopping the other one on your face.

>You could feel ViVi mounting your hips -- and Rae's leg -- as the big, soft yeen rubbed her breast in your face until her milky nipple found your mouth. Her cooing vibrated through your whole body when you grabbed on and started sucking, your hands sinking into her breast as ViVi began to take you in.

>Rae's leg provided plenty of cushion while her muscular sister slowly worked you into her tight depths. Your moans of pleasure were drowned by mammaries and milk, the taste sweeter than you expected.

>When ViVi was sunk down to the hilt, she started to really pound down on you; Rae's entire body jiggled beneath you, the tantalizing sensation of it against your skin mixing with the waves of pleasure already running through you.

>Eventually ViVi tightened around you, even harder than Kris, before slowly pulling away, her excitement dripping onto you.

>Rae seemed equally reluctant to give you up; you were able to hear some muffled arguments from between her breasts, but in the end she tipped to the side, letting you fall back to the mattress.

>Margo pushed you to your back with a foot before descending down on your face, mounting you the same way Shay had. Just as you were catching your last breaths of air before the relatively slight yeen's legs tightened around your head, you felt a pair of much larger mammaries press down on your hips. A significant presence settled itself between your legs, breath hitting your stomach.

>Before you had a chance to gasp when a tongue joined the mix down below, Margo pressed her folds down on your face, filling your lungs with yeen musk. Her claws in your hair were much more insistent than Shay's, staying tight even as you began to probe at her depths.

>Your toes curled as whoever was torturing your member down below took it all the way into their mouth, only a hint of teeth scraping it as they drew back before closing their tits around it. The feeling of their fur on your sensitive member is something you'll never forget, every nerve alight in delight.

>And that's not even counting the way they squeezed and rubbed their soft pillows all over you, your entire length from base to head covered in pleasure.

>Your lungs burned by the time Margo flooded your face with her excitement, leaving you spluttering when she got up.

>'He's worthy,' she panted before walking away -- leaving you to stare up at Aja as she continued her boobjob.

>The look she was giving you with those purple eyes was entrancing, seduction mixed with smugness and something else.

>When you finally gave in to her amazing sensations, your dick pulsing as you moaned, your head flopped back as you greedily panted the musk-filled air, the yeens around you all letting out laughs and coos as your seed ebbed out between Aja's tits.

>She stood up then, looking down at you as she took a fingerful of your semen and popped it in her mouth, the rest of it getting scraped into a cup.

>'Worthy,' she said, her voice rich, enchanting.

>Kandra picked you up with little ceremony before you had a chance to speak, her strong hands somehow gentle as she turned you over in her grip. You were too busy catching your breath to exclaim as she turned you upside down, her hands gripping your hips and pulling you up her toned body.

>Your core was too strained to even think about curling and looking up at her to see what she was doing, her chest bumping slightly against your lower back, but the familiar heat of breath on balls soon let you know. Focusing on the room ahead of you -- as much as the alcohol and exhaustion would allow -- you saw another figure step onto the mattress, tall and spindly.

>Sammi, dressed in something out of Aladdin, began to sway in front of you, the flowing cloth undulating. She said something, something about her body, but you were too out of it to properly respond, letting out a groan as Kandra sealed her mouth over your dick.

>The crowd again let out a chorus of coos and laughter, watching as you struggled to stay conscious as your blood went to your heads -- the one with the brain and the one with the tongue swirling around it. Sammi made matters worse, chuckling at the incoherent noises you made while she danced for you, occasionally brushing up against you.

>When she pressed herself against your face, you knew a kiss was expected. She shivered when you paid out, trailing her fingers along your sides while Kandra continued to suck you dry.

>You hardly had the energy to moan when you came once more, feeling Kandra swallow every last drop, ignoring the pitiful squeezing of your thighs. Sammi pressed her pussy against your face, forcing it full of her scent before pulling back.

>'Worthy,' she said. 'He's worthy,' Kandra agreed, dropping you to the mattress gently.

>Then the largest shadow of all loomed over you: Roxxi stood over you, that predatory grin somehow visible even from the many feet her teeth towered above you.

>You were powerless to resist the guiding nudges of her feet, too exhausted, drunk, and overstimulated to do anything as she knelt down at your base. A sound like rolling thunder came from her chest as she pushed your legs up, her excitement already staining the spandex tights she wore as she grabbed your shoulders.

>It was as she tore a slit in the tights that you realized the noise was a grim, pleased laughter.

>Roxxi took you all the way in with one pound, the mattress getting crushed to nothing beneath you as she leaned over you, smothering you in spandex-clad breasts as she began to take you amazon-style.

>She became everything, her sounds of pleasure all that you could hear, the warm, tight spandex on your skin all that you could feel, and her scent all that you could smell as she smashed you into the floor, ruthless and rough. Any sounds of protest you made -- incoherent by default -- were swallowed up by her bust along with your head, weighing heavier and heavier on you as Roxxi leaned further and further onto you.

>Thankfully, your dick didn't quit. You hate to think what the big, mean yeen would do if you wouldn't perform, even if it was in a dream. Roxxi took its length from every angle, grinding on it in every direction with every speed, ensuring you were completely milked dry before you could feel her lighten up just slightly, pausing on the downstroke of a thrust.

>Her hands shifted around to your back as you lay there beneath her, practically lifeless, and pulled you up further into her soft, limitless bosom.

>You could barely tell that she shifted the two of you onto your sides, the way she gave your legs and back a break more pressing to you as they eagerly flopped down.

>Truth be told, you could feel yourself shutting down when Roxxi readjusted her grip on you, her titanic thighs wrapping around your lower half in a firm full-body hug. You braced yourself for more fugg, but it never came, a deep sigh running through the yeen's chest around your ears.

>Then a rumbling growl filled them, Jamie's voice muffled by her larger sister's breasts. Their argument seemed short, and by the sound of it, Jamie wasn't alone in opposing Roxxi. The big yeen finally let you go with a huff, letting you fall to the cold, damp mattress with a grunt.

>More words were exchanged, but even in your dream you were practically gone, the only things you caught being 'morning,' 'work,' and 'fun.'

>Jamie came slightly into focus as the rest of the yeens seemed to melt off, the room going quiet, their disjointed laughter gone.

>She stroked your cheek gently, pulling you up to lay on one side as you groaned. Her hand wandered down, her pads rough on your skin as she gently kissed at your lips, pressing her forehead to yours as you let out another groan when she hit a sore spot.

>The little yeen whispered little nothings to you as she began to massage the spots, pulling you closer.

>The happy little hum she let out when you attempted to hug her back made your heart melt.

>That's about where it ended, all of it fading into nothing.

>You force air into your lungs, stretching; you can still feel the wear and tear from the dream, its hold strong.

>You shimmy a leg, working up the focus to do the same to your head. You must have been sleeping long or sleeping deep for that dream to happen, it's not surprising waking up is a challenge.

>Bleary eyed, you take a look around you at the dimly lit room, unable to make out any features. It smells like bacon, which is odd. Normally you don't get smells from the other apartments around yours.

>It's when you push up against the mattress that you realize something is wrong.

>It's then that the familiar yeeny, musky smell hits your nose, and that your eyes adjust.

>As you look around the finished basement room, sitting alone on the mattress in the middle, you hear the distinctive cackle of your new family from somewhere else in the building, and the pounding of feet.

>"God damn it, Cupid..."

>"Why didn't you magic me up a titanium skeleton?"

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