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(Author's note: All scenes shown in this chapter are canon. I felt like certain characters didn't get enough of the limelight and thought exploring some of their interactions would be a fun little world-building exercise.)

"Okay, dudes. Time to play 'spin the satyr.' " Treant's words slurred, and he crawled up onto the table among drunken soldiers. Laying on his back with his legs spread and his wine-smeared lips parted in a silly grin, the satyr wiggled in anticipation. The scent of herbal aphrodisiacs and wine combined with his natural goat musk provided a heady background to his drunken fun. Multiple men with hard, drooling cocks eagerly awaited their turn, surrounding him in all directions.

Strong hands took hold of the loosely attached table, and as the satyr's tongue slipped out of his mouth in an invitation, the wooden circle began to spin. Treant's drunken giggle, soon muffled by a twitching horse cock, faded into a gagging groan. Drool slid down his face and pre bubbled from his nose, but he didn't shy away from the throat stretching length. The blurry stranger above him seemed appreciative, and as another faceless man took their place inside his loosened ass, he felt heavy, leathery balls press against his face.

Treant's face was a total mess, streaked with mixed fluids and used as nothing but a willing hole for that plundering horse cock, but he couldn't be happier. His trapped tongue gently licked along the top of the rutting horse cock, and he could feel his throat stretching to accept every table-shaking shove. Thick ropes of cum soon splashed into his stomach, and he felt more bubbling from his nose while he struggled to breathe.

Thankfully that massive cock retreated before his vision began to fade to black, and he pressed a kiss to the flared tip. Wet splattering droplets announced his anal visitor was finishing on his stomach, and he rubbed the slippery seed into his skin, panting with exertion. "Fuckin' rad, dudes. Gimme more."

A short spin later, Treant's sloppy mouth stretched again, and as its pointed tip slid home in his welcoming throat, his nose caught a whiff of unwashed canine musk from heavy, fuzzy balls. The newcomer was rough, and his accomodating throat heaved with exertion with every hard, ball-slapping thrust. He reached out to caress those fuzzy balls, massaging their quaking weight while the massive bulb of a swollen knot pushed insistently at his lips. Desperate to feel that aching stretch, he opened his throat, hands reaching out to pull at fuzzy butt cheeks.

Cheeks ballooned with the stretch of that massive cock, and a groan of pure arousal faded into a gurgle in the satyr's throat. The canine tied his mouth. Air was in short supply, but he felt his stomach twisting with desire, and he limply accepted every shallow thrust as his swelling belly grew with canine seed. His vision began to fade, and as his ass was soundly fucked by an average-sized human cock, he felt a tug at his lips. Messy and throbbing, the canine's cock slid free from Treant's lips, and he sucked in grateful breaths while its owner wiped his cock clean on the satyr's fuzzy chin. These 'dudes' knew how to party.

Greedy men grew impatient with Treant's drinking game, and he felt his limp body leave the table to rest in a familiar lap. Barbs teased his glazed hole, and Peak's face entered his fuzzy vision. The manticore's member wasted no time, delving into his slippery passage and laying its claim to the satyr's innards. The predatory glint in Peak's eyes sent a shudder through the drunken bottom, and he met that thrust with a soft clench as if to beg for more.

Sweet alcohol found Treant's mouth, and as the smooth glass rim of a bottle met his lips, he chugged its contents with grateful gulps. The burning alcohol mixed with the musky taste of mixed seed, resulting in a surprisingly pleasant combination. The blurry cock in front of his face called to him, and he slid forward to capture it between his lips, bleating around the man's cock when powerful, calloused hands took hold of his horns, dragging his nose against fragrant pubes for a sloppy facefuck.

Floating on a mixed high of sexual pleasure and the warm burn of alcohol, the satyr lost track of time. Blurred vision whirled. New cocks replaced the spent ones, and his limp body accepted each with loose, drooling need. His last thought before he blacked out, with a swollen stomach and a cock still buried in his throat, was a promise to himself to do this again the next day.

Ko's kitchen smelled like heaven. A fresh batch of confections stood proudly on the table, and Brigirth took one, munching on it with a pleasured sigh. He treasured their time together, and the tanuki's soft hands massaging his shoulders mingled pleasantly with the warm scent of baked goods and the herbally pungent tea in his hand. Relaxation rolled through him in waves, and he leaned back against the tanuki's soft chest, closing his eyes.

"You shouldn't strain yourself. I'm sure your apprentices can take on some of your work." The fatherly tanuki's hands moved to Brigirth's chest, their plush surface slick with an herbal concoction. Gifted fingers massaged knots from Brigirth's muscles as if by magic, and as his fingers met the dragon's nipples, the submissive dragon couldn't help the rumble in his throat. Teasing fingers tweaked those sensitive nubs, and the herbal mix slickened the roll of the tanuki's thumbs.

"Sorry, Daddy." The dragon sighed, thrusting his chest forward into the soft massage. He'd given up any denial of his feelings for the tanuki and embraced the heady thrill of their lewd dynamic. His tail lifted, and he turned his head to kiss one of the tanuki's soft, chubby pecs. "I've been so busy. I didn't want to let everyone down." His breath hitched in his chest as one of the tanuki's claws gently prodded the tip of a nipple.

Talented hands roamed down over the dragon's back, and he turned his chair to give the raccoon-dog more space to explore, his tail lazily flopped over his back to show off that rounded maroon backside. Slick and tender, those palms cupped the dragon's offering, spreading those cheeks to expose the needy hole between their plush expanse. Cold and smooth, the dragon felt a slow drool roll over his puffy entrance, and a pleasant buzzing itch made him squirm. The tanuki's fingers massaged the ointment into him with practiced ease. "That's it. Relax for Daddy." He purred, slipping three fingers deep into Brigirth's hole.

Brigirth was used to this treatment, and he craved the man's touch. The slippery concoction always made the dragon's hole pulse with need, and his hole tugged at those fingers with each squishing penetration. Buzzing, clenching anal walls felt better than his small dripping cock, and his face pressed against the table, his back arching as if to beg for something more filling. "Please, Daddy." He whimpered, his hole clamping down in pure need.

"Such a sweet boy." The tanuki's fingers slid from that needy hole, and Brigirth nearly squirted his approval as the older man's half-hard cock rolled over his clenching pucker. Tender and slow, that drooling cock spread Brigirth open, its slick length easing the itching buzz and pressing against the needy dragon's prostate. Brigirth took larger cocks daily, but none of them could measure up to Ko's tender ministrations. Soft, squishing thrusts echoed in the small room. Each one brought the dragon pleasure, pressing against all of his favorite spots and bringing a growing warmth to the dragon's stomach. Ko was in no hurry, and each measured thrust was tailor-made to make Brigirth squirm.

Submissive and subservient as Brigirth was, it was strange and wonderful to have someone so committed to taking care of him. Feelings swelled in his chest with each silken push, and his eyes watered with the waves of love sweeping over him. Ko's plush belly against his back gave him no end of comfort, and his orgasm slowly built, spilling over in pulsing spurts that slickened the floor beneath him. He needed more. He pressed back, feeling those massive tanuki balls squish against the back of his scaled ones. "L-Love you." He murmured in a quiet voice, squirming under the tanuki's soft thrusts.

Plush hands took hold of Brigirth's, and he felt the soft touch of Ko's lips against his neck. Voice filled with a gentle panting lust, Ko whispered in the dragon's ear. "I love you too, my sweet boy. Can you feel how much?" Wetness bloomed within the dragon, and he felt those massive balls draw up. Like everything the tanuki did, his orgasm was gentle, and his hilted cock pulsed, drooling wave after wave of slow, dripping love into the dragon's needy hole.

Brigirth's tears spilled over, and Ko gently pulled from his clutching depths to pull him into a warm embrace. The tanuki's soft chest was comforting, and he nuzzled into the cubby pecs for comfort, sobbing with overstimulated relief. It was silly that he was crying while he felt so impossibly good, but there was something so cathartic about the tanuki's embrace, and he couldn't stop himself.

Wracking sobs slowed under the tanuki's gentle comfort, and when Brigirth's golden eyes looked up, the tanuki's gaze made his stomach knot. Was this how love felt? Soft, sticky hands rubbed his back, and he closed his eyes, his arms wrapping around the tanuki's stomach. He could die happy in that embrace.

Ollie's newest victim struggled in their bonds, their mouth gagged with a used loincloth. The look of lust on their face betrayed their consent, and their cock, suspended a few feet off the ground, throbbed with anticipation. Token struggles begged for attention, and their drooling member wiggled lewdly above their clenching hole. This time, it was a lizardman, and his muscular body was at odds with his vulnerability, shimmering with sweat in soft candlelight.

Sharp teeth smiled in the dim light, and one of the demon's red-skinned fingers rolled along the underside of that needy cock, gathering a drool of pre from its length. One hand held a candle, and as the lizardman's eyes widened, Ollie tilted it inches from the man's tan cock. "You've been a naughty boy." The smirking demon peeled back the lizard man's foreskin, a drop of wax hanging from the candle's tip, then dripping to land on its sensitive surface.

The lizardman squirmed, his cock jumping at the demon's cruel treatment, but despite his muffled protests, his cock surged, rock hard against the abuse. More drips of hot wax rolled onto his cockhead, and he desperately tried to thrust, only managing to coax a squirt of syrupy cockslime to cascade down his aching balls. Soon, warm, hardening wax coated the whole length of his throbbing member, and he trembled in oversensitive need, his dick slightly reddened from the heat.

"Tsk tsk." The demon took hold of those aching balls with a sadistic grin, squeezing them in his palm. "Such a dirty boy, enjoying his punishment. You want more, don't you?" He held the candle above the lizard man's exposed stomach, tilting it but not quite letting the wax fall. Hot breaths teased over the lizard's pecs, pebbling his nipples.

Moaning nods answered his question, and as he dripped more hot wax over the lizard's chest to his glistening pecs, Ollie's boy-toy began to squirt, blasting the wax cap off the lizard man's shaft and splattering a wet deluge over his exposed stomach. Several spurts reached the lizard's panting muzzle, leaving him breathing in his gooey spend. He trembled in his bonds, and his breaths came in slow, panting gasps through his nose, his yellow eyes drifting closed.

Ollie replaced the candle in its holder, his wicked grin still shining in the gloom, and lovingly gripped a strip of soft leather, running its length through his fingers. "Poor thing. Did I say you could finish?" Leather cracked, leaving a reddened stripe across the lizardman's ass. Blows rained down on that unprotected rear, drawing swollen welts from the scaly skin, and before long, its entire expanse was a blushing red. Approving fingers felt that rear's abused cheeks, and Ollie rubbed his cheek against one, luxuriating in its blushing warmth. The lizardman's hole looked deliciously untouched, and he couldn't resist a flick of his tongue over its glistening surface, delighting in the man's whimper. He buried his face, drawing high-pitched whimpers from his captive as his tongue explored that virgin ass.

Ollie's cock surged, and he slid a box beneath the captive lizardman to line it up with that abused rear. His ridged cock looked deliciously perverse between those beaten cheeks, and as he stretched the man open, his ridges popped in one at a time, each drawing a pained, needy groan from his captive. He luxuriated in the slick tightness, and with each thrust, he brought his hand down to strike that muscular ass, causing that needy hole to bear down for him.

The lizardman had gone limp, only the tight clench of his virgin ass around the demon's cock alerting Ollie to his continued acceptance. His cock throbbed with every punishing thrust, and its wax-covered length blushed red from the candle's heat. Full balls wobbled with each thrust, and it was clear that he had more seed to give.

Tightly clutching depths demanded Ollie's seed, and he wouldn't disappoint. His cock slid to the hilt, pulsing its approval into the lizardman's clutching depths and releasing thick waves of creamy batter. Fingers gripped the lizardman's balls, squeezing them with just enough force to draw a muffled scream from the captive and force his ass to vicelike tightness. His tortured cock released another heavy stream of cum, and he shook in his bonds, drool rolling down his chin from the makeshift gag.

Dextrous fingers released the lizardman from his ropes, and Ollie petted his cheek as the limp man fell to his knees, dragging the soaked loincloth from his mouth. "You okay, buddy?" His dominant behavior had given way, and a bit of concern crossed his face as the lizardman's head lolled in his hand. He chuckled as the lizardman's mouth captured his thumb, sucking it softly.

"So good..." The lizardman kissed Ollie's palm. This session had been his idea, and though he could barely move, his face showed that he was more than satisfied with the demon's service. "Can... Can you go harder next time? And, um. spank my balls?" He asked with a shudder, and his face leaned forward to dutifully clean Ollie's cock with his mouth. At Ollie's nod, he shuddered, and his thighs rubbed together on either side of his raw cock. Another satisfied customer.

"You sure about this?" Grom massaged Buck's thigh, leaning over him with his sock sandwiched against the rabbitman's larger, horse-like one. The farthest they'd ever gone in their erotic encounters was Buck's soft ass sitting on Grom's face, and the rabbitman just asked him to take the next step. Tight and clenching between his spread thighs, his hole certainly looked inviting, but Grom worried his size would cause the lithe man pain.

Buck's nod was eager, and his eyes slid half-closed when Grom's calloused fingers pressed against his rear entrance. "Y-Yes. I trust you. Please, be gentle." His legs spread, inviting those fingers into his virgin depths, and as one slid deep into him, he clenched around its length, his head rolling back and a groan vibrating through his body. Penetration was far more intense than he'd ever imagined, but the agony he expected never came. Despite his inexperience, the human's gentle touch gave him no pain, loosening his depths with those talented fingers and drawing a needy drool from his horse cock.

Grom's fingers were patient and gentle, and as more of them joined the first, his lips met Buck's exposed neck, kissing along its plush fur and stoking the fire in Buck's stomach. Buck's hole was accepting and malleable, caressing his spit-coated digits and coaxing them deeper, growing looser with the added size. Withdrawing those digits, he slipped his drooling tip between those plush cheeks, clenching his teeth at the sheer heat against his piss slit. He ached to shove himself deep within the rabbit, but the man's softly painting hesitance kept him from following his instincts, and instead, he gently prodded against that needy hole. Buck noticed his restraint and was touched.

Buck's whole body felt as if it was on fire, and as he pulled the human down to share a soft, exploring kiss, he let his legs drift over the man's hairy hips, wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper into their slow lovemaking. With each prod, the rabbitman's defenses grew weaker, and finally, just as he was about to beg the human to push harder, that thick head popped past his hole, sliding inches deep into his relaxing rump. He hissed through clenched teeth as pain bloomed from the penetration, but it faded just as quickly as it came. Feeling the human's heartbeat through his pulsing member, he broke their kiss, the lust drunk expression on Grom's face setting his stomach aflutter. Was this how bottoming always felt? No wonder Luminos was always cooing about Greg's prowess.

Grom's hips moved in gentle reverence for Buck's body, and each shallow penetration slipped more of his length past the rabbitman's inexperienced rear. His tip brushed over something within the rabbit's silken hole, and he pushed against it with the blunt head, smiling as Buck stiffened and let out a confused moan. Each gentle push aimed for that sensitive nub, and Buck squirmed under the human, held in place by doting arms and quickly becoming incoherent. A final thrust buried the human's cock to the hilt, and he lavished Buck's neck with more soft kisses. "Fuck yeah. I can't believe you took it all."

The lustful approval in Grom's voice nearly brought Buck's finish. His shy hands sought out the human's, entwining fingers while his ass wiggled against the penetration as if begging Grom to move again. Heavy, panting breaths left his chest, and he felt as if he would explode from sheer arousal. "Need... More. Please." Pure need saturated Buck's voice, and he was moments from begging.

Grom's hips lifted, his cock withdrawing from Buck's upturned rump, only to slide home with a soft slap of his balls against that plush rear. A slow rhythm, growing faster as his cock slickened Buck's back passage, slapped against that needy ass, and he pinned Buck's arms above his head, his weight pressing the man into the bed. Doubts about Buck's ability to take his cock seemed to disappear, and his face showed nothing but an intense desire that made Buck's heart beat faster.

Buck finished long before the human with that blunt pink cock mashing his pleasure button, and his horse cock fountained freely, blasting across the room to stain a far wall. An uncharacteristically high-pitched moan ripped from his throat, and he gripped the human harder with his legs, every body-shaking thrust into his yielding, stretched hole sending pure pleasure straight to his brain. Grom's thrusts were growing erratic, and as he looked up at that bearded face, he felt an intense need. "Inside. I need it." Desperate for the man to leave his mark, he met each thrust with a clench of his thighs, demanding his due with his legs' grip.

Grom shoved home, and Buck felt the bloom of heated liquid satisfaction deep inside. The human's thrusts slowed, and each firm push brought another rope of seed. He rested his face on Buck's neck, and the rabbit could feel hot breath through his fur. "Fuckin' hell. You're one hot piece of ass." Sweaty and spent, the human went limp on top of Buck. His weight was strangely comforting.

Coarse as it was, that praise tightened Buck's throat. Buck would have to get Grom to breed him again if it was always this good. He was already trying to think of ways to keep the human to himself, and his hands squeezed Grom's possessively, their fingers still entwined.