FSE

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Author’s Note: Hi, hello! This one took a while to write, but mostly because life is doing the life thing & I haven’t had time to really sit at my computer. But this was super fun, and a little experimental? I wanted to write it from the POV of someone attending a music festival who is unknowingly infected with a rapidly developing virus that spreads through bodily fluids. The result is that the infected person wants to fuck and fuck and fuck to continue spreading the virus, but they don’t even know they’re infected. Anyway, I really enjoyed writing a disjointed narrative, and I hope y’all enjoy this intensely sex-filled story!

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The music from the stages blends together to form a cacophony of baselines that vibrate in your chest as you follow the tall, lean mustelid back to his tent. He can barely keep his hands off you as soon as the tent zips closed, and within minutes, you’re both naked. His movements are frantic, desperate, as he gropes your body. You feel swept away by the lust, and you find yourself on your knees in front of him.

His long, low moan encourages you to swallow his length deeper. The salty taste of precum slides down your throat, and you feel an urgency settling into the pit of your stomach as it does. You need more of it, more of him.

Your tongue laps eagerly at the underside of his shaft as he thrusts in and out of your mouth. The dirty blonde hair he has tied into a bun bounces as his balls slap against the base of your muzzle.

Ten minutes ago, he walked up to you while you were having a smoke off to the side of the crowd at one of the nearby stages. He asked for a cigarette, and when you went to pass him one, your paws brushed. Instead of pulling away, he ran his fingers up your arm, over your shoulder, across your collarbone, down your sternum, and finally, over your chest. You were caught off guard, but his touch felt good, and the music was almost intoxicating. When he invited you back to his tent, you didn’t hesitate to follow.

He's ramming in and out of you now, and you feel yourself gag on every thrust. You reach up with a free paw and cup his balls firmly between your fingers. You feel them tighten as his breathing grows shallow and ragged. With one final, deep thrust as far down your throat as he can get, he lets out a low, guttural moan as his cock spasms in your mouth. Rope after rope of thick, hot cum coats the back of your throat as he gives you a couple of shallow thrusts.

You greedily swallow the salty-sweet cum and clean his shaft of any you may have missed. He pulls his rapidly softening length from your mouth and zips himself back into his pants. You barely have time to throw your own clothes on before he unzips the tent and escorts you back to the spot he found you in. You watch as he disappears into the crowd while the taste of his cum still lingers on your tongue.

You try to return your attention to the show. One of your favorite bands is playing, and you’re only a few rows back from the stage. As you watch the lead singer scream into the microphone, you feel a throbbing from between your legs. Your thoughts begin to center around one idea: fucking that man. When his tongue flicks out to enunciate a word in a song, your brain imagines it flicking between your legs. You find yourself pointedly staring at his crotch, imagining how long and thick his length is.

Your neck begins to itch, and you scratch it with both hands. There’s no way for you to get to him, and even if you could, he wouldn’t consent to a public demonstration on stage. As you’re trying to come up with a feasible plan to fuck him, someone bumps into you from behind.

You turn around to see a large, hulking dire wolf. He holds up his paws and grins down at you with a smile that tells you he isn’t sober. “Sorry,” he slurred. “You okay?”

You look him up and down. He’s wearing a tight-fitted fishnet crop top with mid-thigh shorts that seem to cut into his thick-muscled thighs. You marvel at the chiseled look of his body, and you’re surprised when you feel the throbbing between your legs intensify.

“It’s okay,” you hear yourself saying over the music. “Men who look like you are free to bump into me whenever they want.” You lock eyes with him to convey the lust and hunger you’re feeling.

He smirks at you and takes a step closer. “Is that so?” he asks. He deliberately walks into you. “Well, don’t mind me taking advantage of a prime opportunity.”

You feel yourself reeling from the brief physical contact. He’s close enough you can smell his musk – a heady, woodsy scent – mixed with lust. The music from the stages disappears into faint background noise and the crowd behind him seems miles away. You start imagining what he’d look like bent over with you inside of him or on his knees in front of you. The need to feed this wolf your cum begins to overwhelm you; you have no other thoughts in your head aside from that one.

You reach out absentmindedly and grab one of his biceps in your paw. He responds by flexing the muscle, and it’s all you can do not to push him down right there. You clear your throat as you take a page out of the weasel’s book and run your fingers up his arm, over his shoulders, across his collarbone, and down the length of his torso. When you reach the waistband of his shorts, you continue to drop your paw until you’re cupping the growing bulge in his pants.

He steps toward you and presses himself into your waiting paw with a moan. You look up at him with a glint of desperate need in your eyes. You’re not sure why, but you know you need to put your cum in him one way or another. The urge is nearly overwhelming as you guide his paw to your own crotch.

He grins at you as he fondles your growing excitement through your pants. Your tent is too far away to bring him back there, and you don’t think you can wait that long anyway. You look around and see that the rest of the crowd around the two of you seems engrossed in the setlist. You gesture for him to get on his knees, and to your surprise and delight, he obliges.

His mouth is around your length and you throw your head back in ecstasy. Warmth flows through your veins until you feel yourself radiating heat. Your head rushes with excitement and lust, and you take the back of his head in your paws as you thrust down his throat. More, you need more.

The pressure in your abdomen builds rapidly as you milk yourself with his mouth. You thrust faster and faster as his gag reflex struggles to keep up with your momentum. You lock eyes with a nearby foxy voyeur who’s been distracted from the stage by your performance. She slips a delicate brown paw down the front of her skirt as you grip the dire wolf’s head more tightly.

Her face relaxes as her jaw slackens. You can see her paw moving furiously beneath the fabric of her skirt, and your mind is filled with thoughts of her glistening wet slit and how it’s soaking her fingers right now. You feel a wave of lusty desperation crash over you as the desire to fill his mouth with cum runs headfirst into the desire to fill her pussy with cum.

You feel the dire wolf’s paw cup your balls and start gently fondling them as he works over your shaft. You feel a tightness in your abdomen, and you give one final, deep thrust into the back of his throat. Cum sprays from the head of your cock as you spasm inside of his mouth. His paws gently milk your shaft before you pull your still-hard length from his mouth and make your way over to the fox.

Blood pounds in your ears as music continues to pour out of the speakers. You’re zeroed in on her: her rusty brown fur, her short skirt, her long, red hair – something drives you to her like a compulsion. You couldn’t stop yourself even if you wanted to. Within seconds, you find yourself in front of her.

You lean forward over her and take the flesh of her neck between your teeth. At the same time, your paws hungrily rake up the front of her skirt as you press your body into hers. Her breaths come in ragged, desperate moans as you slip a finger into her dampness. She presses herself down onto your finger and you bury yourself in the crook of her neck, deep in the sweet musk radiating off her.

The crowd around you doesn’t exist as you pull your finger out of her and slide your paws under her bottom. You lift her gently and rest her weight in your arms as you position your shaft at her entrance. Her head falls forward toward your chest as you sink your full length into her.

Your head spins as her muscles squeeze around your length. You can’t remember wanting anything as much as you want her in that moment. Sweat dampens your fur as you thrust in and out of her. Her scent envelops you and overwhelms your senses until her musk alone is driving your urges. Every nerve in your body vibrates as a familiar pressure builds in the pit of your abdomen.

You need to fill her with your seed. It’s the only thought in your brain, and it’s on infinite repeat. Her moans sound like pleas for your cum, and when you lock eyes with her, you see the same need reflected back at you.

You’re thrusting wildly now. Her heavy, full breasts have come out of the bottom of her crop top and are bouncing with every movement. You feel your muscles start to strain under her weight, but you can’t stop fucking her. You throw your head back as the pressure finally peaks.

She moans loudly – nearly screaming – as you pump rope after rope of hot, thick cum into her. When your length finally stops spasming, you pull yourself out of her and set her gently back down onto the ground.

You stumble away from her and back toward the crowd. You’ve stepped completely out of your shorts at this point, and your still-hard cock stands proudly at attention. All around you, you see people coupled up and fucking. You look up to the stage and see the musicians still performing, but they’re all in various states of receiving fellatio.

Sweat slicks your fur; are you running a fever? You wipe the back of your forehead with your paw as your cock throbs painfully between your legs. You feel your hands shaking and your legs twitching with need as the compulsion to fill another person with your cum overwhelms your brain.

You look to your left and see a shark being fucked from behind. Her leg is being propped up by the man behind her as her ass slides up and down his length. Your legs push you forward until you’re in front of her.

Your paws find her shoulders while the other man’s paw is on her hip. You press your own length against her entrance and slide yourself inside. You’re not sure when you’ll be satisfied tonight, but right now, you need to fill this shark with cum.