He'd sat deadly still like that for who knew how long. The girl ensnared with him looking back at him. The two of them could still feel eachother's mouths pressed, the slight angle and position forcing them to embrace in a smooch, much like the rest of their situation. The tight leather straps around their thighs and waist forcing them into a mutually compromised position.

It had been no more than ten minutes, and yet ever since Gella had left the room the tip of his endowment had been pressed to the hot and unfortunately moistened lips that lay between Nora's thighs. He'd dared not even think, but no matter how he tried to distract himself it stayed long, firm and pounding. He could feel the primal urge in his head screaming to just do what his reproduction was supposed to do. But he dared not, both him and Nora couldn't possibly... This situation he knew in some way was sick and wrong, the forced nature of it all, he couldn't do that to her or himself. Nora had once or twice given a whimper, her own bondage allowing her to mutually partake if she wished, and he could feel that. But she'd refrained as well. Their mutual will strengthening the resolve of the other he thought.

But he heard a click of a door behind him, his ears perked back, trying to glean any hint. "Aww... I was expecting much more of a mess. But I suppose I shouldn't be shocked, you two are probably so greenblooded to this sort of thing you don't even know how it worked." That droning, mocking, sneering and vindictive girl was back. Cliff could have never imagined Gella going this far with anything. She was a childhood bully and... friend, he supposed. But she was definitely not being a good friend to him.

"Well, I guess I could always help it along." He tried to turn his head, but he couldn't with his maw affixed to Nora, mumbling out an incoherent complaint. He'd wanted to tell her she would do nothing else to him, but she'd stolen the freedom of speech from him. The naked and still clearly aroused Pine Marten stuck her head near the two's faces, taking a deep sniff. "Mmm, smell that? No? Pff." She snorted, looking Cliff in the eyes. For his part he just returned with angry eyes, a scrunched expression and pressed back ears. If not for his predicament he would have looked ready to attack.

He felt it though. She'd snuck her hand down south, his eyes went to pinpricks and tried to get a look down, but he couldn't. He could FEEL it though, her paw was wrapped around his shaft between the two of them. Nora must have noticed too because she squirmed in her bondage, trying to pull away from his cock that had been just at her entrance all this time. A sinister look on Gella's face told Cliff all he needed to know, and he had no say in the matter judging by his past experiences trying to voice any complaint. He just scrunched his eyes closed and tried to be anywhere else in his head.

It wasn't working very well though, the hot palm pressed against his manhood was fluffy, like it was freshly dried after a now soaping down. That's when he noticed it, the smell she'd mentioned. She'd had a bath or shower of some type, because her fur was shimmering a bit more than usual, and she smelled of a lavander mix. If he'd not been in such a compromised state at her fault he would have approved of her self hygene. But he couldn't, because he felt her start moving that paw up and down his shaft.

"Uggmmmmh." He whined into his gag- no...Into Nora. Oh no. He could feel her breath faster too, catching with his responses and noise. "You two just need some foreplay to get into the mood, I get it. But would it kill you to at least pretend you want to be together?" Gella teased as she worked up and down slowly on his member. Cliff was taking in breaths in short bursts now, he'd pull in a short gasp, and out again with a slow exhale of the nose. His mind was aflame with the intense feeling in his groin. He'd never felt something like this before, someone else working his own body before that was. He'd self experimented but having someone else's hand work on him was an entirely new sensation. He could feel his mind making less and less sense by the moment. More and more it screamed at him to embrace his carnal calling.

So his body did, his mind was guilty, but the body and instinct had won the battle. His hips kicked into the pawjob, once, twice, three times. Then he felt the intense heat and wetness of pushing futher beyond that. He opened his eyes and could see Gella's smirk as she pulled her paw away, holding it up for him to see. "Up to you now small stuff." He felt the need to retort but he just couldn't. His hips kicked again, this time forcefully into where the paw had been, and instead met with the lips of Nora. His own voice betraying a howl of extasy. "AAaauuu~!" Nora for her part moaned just as hard herself, the hot breath of it blowing within her and to a degree Cliffs mouth. His tongue almost automatically jumped forward to explore her mouth, and he could feel the yelp of shock from Nora. Her eyes were just as conflicted as before, but she didn't seem to be making a consorted effort to resist either the penetration or french kissing.

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She could feel him now more than ever, he was kicking into her with his hips. The press of their underparts sending jolts through her mind. She couldn't think clearly, she'd never been so overwelmed with feeling before. She even found herself rocking to his motions. His tongue had shot to hers and she'd only taken a second to go along with it.

She was sick in some way at the feeling that she'd lost something, but her lust addled mind had no complaint, and so it was. She pulled him closer with her bearhug bound arms, bringing her breasts to press harder to his chest. She could feel his fur and warmth ever more that way, and his rocking had a better angle that way anyway.

He kicked again, and this time she felt something else. He had gone deeper this time, and something had given way. She could guess what it was, but she wasn't in any state to really care. First time or not, bound up like a hog or not, something in the primal part of her mind was loving the mating rut. There was a sensation of extra wetness down under, if only a bit. It was hard to tell now that her body had embraced the lewd side and gone into wetness production mode.

Gella had smirked from the corner of her vision she thought, sitting in a chair nearby moaning once in a while as she enjoyed the show...That sick gir- "Uugghhhh." Another deep hit, Clifford was becoming something of an animal in his movements, and she too was jerking around in her bindings. The two of them fidgeting and throwing into eachother's sexual need. That's when she felt a deep sensation in her loins much more intense than before. She was familiar with the feeling, but never this strongly. She was approaching a conclusive climax. She flexed herself down under, squeezing the hot rod inside her every time it shot back in. She was going to milk it for every little ounce of sensation. The fox on the other end was mutually just as excited it seemed, his own thrusts becoming faster and with less of a beat.

One last little squeeze as he entered and her partner howled into his muzzle. The muffled cry of bliss vibrating into her own. She could feel it in his diaphragm, in his vocal cords, his neck, and mouth all at once. His thrust one last time in and kept it in, the hot spudnik explorer pulsing with a seed of its own to add to her juices. She in kind felt herself pushed into the deep end. Her own mind awash with sensory overload as she finally climaxed alongside him. All her muscles tensing and pulling, her still gloved claws digging into the gelled bondage mittens. Her arms pulling best they could on his chest. His own strong arms pulling her closer. She felt like she was suffocating and most alive at once as it passed over her. Breathing deeply and with a lustful love in her eyes.

But just as the moment came it went. She could see his own eyes fall from enjoying a night with a lay to aghasted horror, the corners of his eyes were forming tears looking back at Nora's. She hadn't seen him sad yet, just angry, or annoyed, or...Well maybe vindictive at their situation. But the gravity of what had just happened washed over her too. He was sad because it hadn't been right...right? She felt tears forming in her own eyes too, a sob..Then a cry. Her eyes closed and the wetness in her eyes turned to wetness in her cheeks.

The two of them cried, and they both knew why. Gella had gotten what she'd wanted, and they had not only had their first time with anyone stolen for some sick prank, they'd been robbed of all pretext in a relationship founded on mutual liking or love. This had been a lusted affair. Nora swore to herself silently she'd not let it happen again, it...It couldn't happen again. She wasn't just some slut for Gella to mess with, and she'd have to let them out eventually right? Or someone would come asking? Right?

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The two of them spent that night tied to opposite sides of the bed, gags reintroduced and hoods over their heads. At least the Marten had been nice enough to clean them up a bit before she'd left to go review some of the pictures she'd been taking during the affair.