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You can skip this rant and just get straight to the porn.

Also, bit of a topic I've been wanting to express. Language on the internet sucks and words that you grow up with end up changing with negative connotations because assholes use them as insults. In the past I've used herm and hermaphrodite to describe characters with both a working dick and pussy, balls or not. I didn't like how the community shifted to using intersex as a replacement because that's not how intersexed individuals work. Intersex people are much more varied than their usage implies, and I can't think of any that do have a perfectly working combination of both (I'm not trying to start fights, but I am uninformed on this topic), so it doesn't really solve the issue by replacing herm with intersex. Of course, herm has become a slur in enough circles that even if you don't use it in a harsh light it will be seen as such.

I have characters who use the label with importance to them as who they are. Yeah I know porn isn't exactly deep, but I do sometimes approach the subject of what society can be like for people with both. Hell, that's a subplot in Roadie. This story has a character referred to as a herm, and I keep it as such because that is out the owner describes them and it's not out of malice. But going forward, for my characters, I will make an effort to try using things like dualsexed or gynomorph. Until, eventually, those get turned into slurs because people are assholes.

Apologies for the rant. Thanks for reading if you did.", "writing": "“I don’t see why you need to bring me along,” Shane said aloud for the third time. Her tone grew steadily obnoxious throughout the drive. That part was to annoy Lapis, who insisted on bringing her to a switch party when the timber wolf would rather be inside streaming. Despite her attitude, the question was genuine. “Why not ask Jenna?” \n\n\n“Because it’s a switch party,” the blue fox spoke matter-of-factly. The normally bubbly canidae had a habit of being blunt with her. As a roommate,e she had to be. If one wasn’t straight with their roommates, it only led to problems down the line. It’d start with a few skipped chores and end with a broken lease agreement if not full-on murder. \n\n\nShane liked that. Even Leona, her mistress, didn’t escape that side of the wolf. To be fair, she encouraged it. If Shane couldn’t be herself around people she cared about, then she couldn’t be herself alone. She’d spent enough time growing up with a reflection she hated. Being herm like her, Leona knew that all too well.\n\n\n“Ok, sure,” Shane said, rolling her eyes and sinking deeper into the passenger side seat, “But, like, you could bring your mistress.”\n\n\n“Jenna does not bottom.”\n\n\n“Not even to switch?”\n\n\nStopping at a red light, Lapis took the opportunity to look her friend dead in the eye, “She doesn’t bottom. It’s not her style. This party is switches only.”\n\n\n“So you say. But you don’t top that often.”\n\n\nLapis feigned shock at the accusation, “By whatever do you mean? I’ve topped you plenty of times.”\n\n\n“Riding my dick isn’t the same.” Though she wasn’t going to turn down the experience. Another benefit of a roommate you could be blunt with was that, sometimes, they were open enough about sex to become friends with benefits. Sure, as an adult content creator, she didn’t need that much help procuring partners. But her mistress, despite being her sponsor, preferred to keep the wolf all to herself off-camera. Lapis was always eager to hear a video proposal. \n\n\n“How’d you learn about this party anyway?” Shane asked, “Jenna’s not too busy, is she?”\n\n\n“From a friend, and yes,” Lapis sounded annoyed at that last remark. “She’s on a business trip. Lobbying casino laws or something.”\n\n\n“That’s not suspicious at all,” Shane muttered.\n\n\n“Point is, she’s away for a month, and a friend of mine invited me to this party. Worst case, I end up topping someone else. Maybe I’ll get to top you.”\n\n\n“I doubt it. Best case?”\n\n\n“Best case?” Lapis sighed as the light turned green. “Best case, I end up walking out of there bound and gagged.”\n\n\nThey stopped at an unassuming house in an unassuming cul-de-sac. Shane would have guessed that was where the party was by the nature of all the cars littering the street. 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If you knew someone or shared an acquaintance, the topic could be about that, but Lapis was the only other person she knew, and she’d slipped off to get drinks, leaving Shane at the mercy of a corner. If it weren’t for the noise of everyone trying to talk over the nearest conversation to enjoy their own, then she might have a moment to her thoughts. \n\n\n“You ok?” \n\n\nShane restrained her surprise to keep her from jumping at the question. A broad hyena stared down at her, brown fur mottled with darker spots and a short mohawk that somehow better sold how much she towered over Shane. She wore a leather vest with studs and spiked wristbands like some punk rocker. Now that she thought about it, the nose ring helped sell that impression. Despite all the metal and leather she seemed soft, concerned for the wolf in the corner who looked her up and down like a cop seeking weapons. \n\n\n“Yeah,” Shane said after a moment, “Sorry, not used to being around this many people.”\n\n\n“The corner might as well be a neon sign for that,” the hyena snickered, holding out her left hand. “Names’ Ash. You?”\n\n\nShane, expecting a right hand, offered hers, leading to an awkward grab of the Ash’s beer bottle. “Shane,” she said, silently wishing to be dead over embarrassment. Ash grinned, inching so close the wolf expected to be kabedoned then and there. She wasn’t sure whether to push her away or enjoy it. Given how broad the hyena was, the former seemed doomed to fail.\n\n\n“What brings you here, Shane?” Ash asked, “And you do know what here is, right?” \n\n\n“A switch party. Lapis told me. Do you know her? Blue fox, extrovert, lots of gold patterns on her fur?” \n\n\nAsh, followed by Shane, peered through the crowd to find the fox in question. Shane pointed her out first, catching her in a heated discussion with a butch hog woman. Probably the most butch woman she’d ever seen judging by the sleeveless tee-shirt exposing big arms, hair buzzed down to an army crew cut, and wearing the kind of boots one would see at a construction site. Ash’s boots looked similar, just lacking the steel toe. \n\n\n“That’d be Morgan,” the hyena said with familiarity, “And if that’s your friend there, then she’s caught her interest.”\n\n\nWondering what that meant, Shane looked carefully at the two women. Lapis wore a scowl like she’d been digging deeper and deeper into an argument, throwing out points left and right. Despite her relaxed posture, Morgan never once looked away from Lapis. She would nod, shrug, and occasionally snicker with her counterarguments. Not once did she seem mad, as though she wanted to egg Lapis on. \n\n\n“She’s thinking,” Ash, having left in the time Shane spent observing the argument, returned with a drink the wolf gladly accepted. \n\n\n“Thinking about what?” \n\n\n“The best way to keep your friend silent while using that mouth.”\n\n\nWater gushed from Shane’s nose. Ash cackled, slapping the wolf’s backside while waving off any concerns other guests have. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d call you a virgin. You a reserved kind of gal?”\n\n\n“I’m a porn streamer so…no,” Shane wiped her nose clean with her shirt, “I’m just not used to hearing this stuff aloud.” Not that she heard a chat box anyway.\n\n\n“Well, I’ll stop if you want, but this isn’t the best place to avoid that kind of talk.”\n\n\nShane looked back with offense at the hyena, “I’m not a prude, it was just unexpected. Lapis didn’t tell me what to expect.”\n\n\n“Really? Well, we ought to fix that.” Ash pointed to a bowl on the far side of the room, filled with black leather collars and clipped-on tags. “When you arrive, you’re supposed to put on one of those. When the party really starts, they’ll call out a set of numbers, who then head to the center of the room. From there, the ‘winners’ are chosen for fun until the next set is called.”\n\n\nShane clasped her empty neck. Glancing around the room she noticed everyone was in a collar, even Ash and Morgan. A switch party made everyone equal. \n\n\n“H-How do they choose?” Shane asked, feeling her cock stir in her loins. Ash smiled without saying nothing, taking a sip of her drink as the music played on. Lapis, having given up dealing with Morgan, intervened with a pair of collars. One of which she locked around her neck already.\n\n\n“Some people here suck,” she muttered, watching Shane attach her collar. “Really hope that hog gets called up before me.”\n\n\n“Don’t be like that,” Ash said with a wink, “You’ll only entice her more.”\n\n\nLapis squinted at the hyena. “I’m sorry, have we met?”\n\n\n“No, but I know my friend’s type. Keep it up and Morgan might try to take you home. If she isn’t called first.”\n\n\n“Take home? That can happen?” Shane looked to Lapis, who turned away with the briefest of blushes. Ash cackled again. \n\n\n“Boy, she wanted to keep you in the dark. This some sort of special date for you both?”\n\n\n“We’re just roommates, literally,” Lapis said, glaring when Ash gave her a wink.\n\n\n“Sure, roommates. I was roommates with Morgan before, so believe me when I talk about her. This little annoyed look you got for her? It’s foreplay.”\n\n\nLapis dragged Shane away, letting Ash’s cackle sink into the crowd of bodies surrounding them. “Jeez, some people,” the fox huffed, stingy eyes glaring around the room. She’d known her roommate long enough that Lapis was putting up a front. She wanted to look angry, and some part of her no doubt was, but not because someone annoyed her. No, because that person made her legs weak because of it. \n\n\n“I don’t know, she seemed friendly enough,” Shane said, making sure her collar was secure. The detachable tag on hers read sixty-nine. She resisted the urge to joke about it. “If what she said is true, maybe I’ll get a chance to top her.”\n\n\n“Unless I top you first,” Lapis stuck her tongue out playfully. “Or maybe you could top me if I’m called up. I know you’ve been wanting too.”\n\n\nShane blushed. Once she’d asked Lapis to join her for a stream, and since then, the wolf imagined repeating it in private. But Lapis had a mistress, not to mention her own. They’d need to know ahead of time, and something about asking Jenna, Lapis’s mistress, that made Shane’s fur tingle. Maybe it had to do with the fact that her mistress, Leona, was a longtime rival to Jenna. Too many games to play between them when something as simple as sex was on the line.\n\n\nA bell rang three times through the house. Conversations ceased. All eyes, with Shane and Lapis following a second or two behind, centered in the living room. There was a white cat with fluffy fur bundled in such a way that her leather corset looked like it had a fur scarf standing atop a stool, her black boots glistening in the sunlight seeping through the ceiling window. \n\n\n“I see a lot of familiar faces,” she said, smiling wider upon adding, “And plenty of new ones. I trust you’ve all been informed, but if you haven’t, feel free to not come up when your number is called if you’re a first timer. Otherwise, well, the first batch doesn’t get much of a say.” \n\n\nFrom her phone, she listed several random numbers, seven in total. Lapis gulped, eyeing Shane with a smile and a silent look when she was called up. “Pick me out,” she whispered, sinking into the crowd to reach the center. There with the rest of the numbers, a mix of men, women, and in between, they were made to strip naked save for their underwear. \n\n\nThe cat called out takers for each number. Lapis stood on the far end, giving Shane time to think of what she could do if she picked her. \n\n\n“Mind if I ask a favor?” Ash asked, appearing from behind with a hand on Shane’s shoulder. Something about the hyena made her unbothered by the sudden presence. Or maybe she was so bothered by the authority that it made her weak in the knees. Regardless, she nodded, heart skipping with the hyena’s smile. \n\n\n“Morgan likes your friend. It’d be a shame if she couldn’t play with her for the evening, especially after they…hit it off so to speak.”\n\n\nThree more people until Lapis, and they were being taken quickly. It should have been easy to deny Ash’s request. Yet the way she spoke, the way her breath trailed down Shane’s fur as a finger curled through her hair, and the weight of her hand, made it difficult.\n\n\n“What…what do I get in return?” Shane asked. \n\n\nAsh’s brow perked up unexpectedly. “Well, isn’t that the question?” she asked, inching closer to wrap her hands around the wolf’s waist. “I can think of a few things. But it depends.”\n\n\n“Depends on what?”\n\n\n“Are you open to spoilers or do you prefer surprises?”\n\n\nLapis's number was called. She looked at Shane, eyes beaming with expectations. In the span of a few seconds, the wolf watched her friend’s expression go from excited, to confused, to concerned, and then, finally, frustrated arousal when the hog woman stepped forth. Rough but well-manicured fingers snapped the number off her collar, stuffed it into her panties, and gleefully handed them to the cat once Lapis took them off. \n\n\n“Next call’s in an hour!” the cat declared. \n\n\n“Good girl,” Ash’s words sprinted up Shane’s spine. She directed her by the shoulder to watch Morgan and Lapis, the latter possessively looping a finger around the D-ring of the collar in lieu of a leash. \n\n\nThere were buckets of toys in the living room, several in fact. Each carried a specific type of restraint for ease, from blindfolds, cuffs, gags, and more. Lapis didn’t resist the blindfold, keeping a stoic look across her face with her hands held behind her back. Stoic outside of the blush as Morgan whispered into her ear. Exactly what Shane couldn’t tell, but she’d guessed there were a few taunts and teases in the mix of her words. \n\n\nFrom there, Morgan took Lapis to a bondage horse. With a bundle of rope, she tied her arms back and hoisted her over the edge, taking care to ensure she did not slip and hurt herself the wrong way. Lapis gasped as the pressure pushed against her cunt, followed by a tight-lipped squeal as a rope looped through her collar forced her to lean forward. \n\n\nThe hog took one last look at her work, poking and prodding Lapis to ensure any wiggle was nothing more than such. From a box she produced a small leather paddle, closer to a blackjack, and pressed it against Lapis’s tits as she groped her from behind. Shane’s test grew enviously tight at the sight of those strong hands having their way with her roommate. Each soft smack of her paddle rippled through Shane as if she were hit. \n\n\n“I hope your friend is tougher than she looks,” Ash said, slipping a hand past Shane’s waistband. The wolf let her, shivering with hushed delight when fingertips braced her hardening rod. “But knowing Morgan’s luck, she is. Morgan loves breaking tough girls.”\n\n\n“Y-Yeah…” Shane bit her lip. The party air braced her cock as Ash pulled it loose, pumping it to full for all to see. Most were busy with their little playthings or partners, but enough watched with hungry eyes. Eyes she’d never see behind a screen.\n\n\n“You know,” Ash’s grip grew tight, chuckling at Shane’s gasp. “For a…streamer, that’s what you said, right? For a streamer, you seem to be nervous around others.”\n\n\n“T-That’s not fair to say…” Shane clasped her fists tightly, then opened them repeatedly to ease her tension, “It’s a…a different kind of attention.”\n\n\n“A bad kind?” \n\n\n“...no…”\n\n\nAsh knew her way around a cock, pumping slow and deep as Shane watched Morgan have her way with Lapis. The hog didn’t leave any part of her unscathed, groping and tormenting each inch while the fox could do nothing but struggle. Shane winced as the leather paddle clapped her roommate’s tit. Ash’s other hand squeezed one breast to mimic the blow while Lapis winced and grunted, biting her lip to keep from crying out. \n\n\nMorgan didn’t like that. She smiled all the same, circling to slip her thumb past the fox’s clamped lips. What little resistance Lapis had fell under the hog’s might as her maw was directed open. She spat into the waiting maw. Thumb on tongue, Morgan kept Lapis steady for every drop of saliva she spat over it. \n\n\n“That settles it,” Ash whispered, silencing Shane with a finger that tasted of her salty precum. “Morgan is dead set on bringing her home.”\n\n\nFrom there on, Morgan’s energy blossomed. Her hands shook with giddy energy used to make Lapis wince, gasp, and moan. It infected Lapis, leaving her smiling with tears from the pain and pleasure alike. She begged for more, and Morgan was all too happy to oblige. \n\n\nMeanwhile, Ash kept Shane dangling at the edge. By the time the next numbers were called, the wolf could barely stand, let alone walk. “I think that’s your number,” The hyena whispered, pushing her to the center of the room alongside other partygoers. The major difference being that she supported a pulsing erection compared to the rest. \n\n\nIt was a formality. When it was her turn to be picked, the hyena pulled her midway through the number. Now naked save for her collar, Shane stood at the hyena’s mercy. Which Ash delivered with electric stim pads over her nipples, and balls, a zappy little bullet inserted into her cunt, and belts to tie her ankles to her knees while one hand was clasped to her collar. To top it all off was a special plug wired to everything.\n\n\n“When you’re about to go over, it’ll know and send a signal,” Ash explained, lounging at a couch while she sat Shane against the floor. “Not a big signal, just enough to…encourage you to stop. We wouldn’t want you to end too quickly now, would we?”\n\n\nIt began with a simple command. “Play with yourself.” With one hand free and her pussy occupied, that left the message of where clear. She gulped with anxious excitement, clasping her rod in one hand with all five fingers. Under Ash’s gaze, the grip was like steel. \n\n\nShe pumped with care, breathing as others joined the hyena on the couch to watch. Carefully working the shaft, fingers rubbing along her cockhead once they reached the tip and squeezing the base on each interval. Deep breaths grew shorter as the audience grew, her tipping point drawing closer and closer.\n\n\nThen came the zap. She felt her anal plug expand slightly, sending a signal to every patch over her body. It wasn’t a strong zap, hardly a painful one, but she yelped all the same, locking her grip tight from the surge. \n\n\n“Did I say you could stop?” Ash’s tone carried a playful shadow under its authority. Shane grit her teeth, shaking her head. “Then keep going. Come on now, just don’t cum.”\n\n\nShe came to realize the plug was a devilish device. It was close enough to her prostate that it’d register its expansion. Once it started, the plug sent a signal to wherever it was connected, shock pads in this case, to activate. \n\n\nTo say it didn’t hurt was to lie. It did, just enough to stop her from pumping long enough for the arousal to reach acceptable levels down. In no time at all her cock refused to soften from the constant attention, and long after that streams of precum left glistening stains over the bulged rod. Shane was begging to cum when Ash got up.\n\n\n“Why should I let you?” The hyena inquired, pressing her heavy black boot against the knotted rod. Her pressure dug imprints of the sole’s treads but that was a pleasured mercy compared to the endless edge. “What have you done to earn it? All I see is a pathetic puppy jacking off while everyone watches. Are you an exhibitionist, Shane? A slutty dickgirl who gets off from everyone’s attention?”\n\n\n“Y-Yes…” Shane whimpered, reaching for her cock. \n\n\nAsh batted it away and kneeled, the divine pressure forcing another shock through the wolf’s balls and breasts. “Well, that hardly seems fair to the rest of us. Shouldn’t we get something out of that?”\n\n\nShane nodded. With just a smile and a quick snap of her fingers, Ash had several pairs of hands hoist the wolf up onto a coffee table. Someone tied down her free hand, leaving Shane to the mercy of whomever Ash desired. \n\n\n“I want you to keep trying to hold back,” she whispered, slipping out the probe from the wolf’s cunt, “If you do, then I’ll give you a special reward.”\n\n\nWhat response Shane had fell under the hot heat of a stranger’s cunt pressing against her maw. The raw taste of arousal stained their tongue, pressed down by the weight of a whole body pushed against her.\n\n\nThighs muffled her hearing, but she heard enough moaning to encourage her tongue. She lapped blindly, feeling between the lips for an entrance. The tightness of their thighs was all the evidence she needed to push in. The sudden buzz against her cock whenever she made the stranger quiver was no less a motivator. \n\n\nThey pushed up enough to let her breathe in short bursts, giving Shane a look around the room. There were more focused groups now, with the last call having taken place to even out the party. If someone wasn’t topping, they were serving, and if they were serving, they were passed around between tops like trading cards. Some made a line behind Shane, legs quivering in eagerness for their turn. She hardly had time to ask for a pause once the first stranger’s juices flooded her maw. \n\n\nA mix of cocks and cunts used her throat and tongue. Excitement made them quick, going as far to grind themselves against her face before the ones behind grew antsy. Someone offered water between every three or so guests to keep the cum from drowning her. \n\n\nAsh took her place at the end, her hardened pseudocock tall for the wolf’s dripping maw. Unlike the rest, she took her time massaging the wolf’s throat as her member sank deeper into it. “Like a well used onahole,” she said, giggling as she added, “Too bad your cock doesn’t get the same attention. Must hurt now. I wonder how deep a shade of blue I can make your balls?”\n\n\nHer cock wasn’t the only thing pulsing. New bindings made it impossible to close her legs, yet no one sank so much as a finger through her gushing lips. She begged Ash to turn her attention there if nothing else, but a mouthful of hyena meat made everything sound the same. Music to Ash’s ears by the look of her grin.\n\n\n“Enjoying your slut?” Someone asked. Ash pulled out and batted Shane with her wet rod before turning around. Despite the hacking and the aches the wolf noticed who was speaking, at least by the thick muscly legs and the fat hairy cunt standing beside a blue furred pair of legs with a fox tail between them. \n\n\n“You’re not bored with yours already?” Ash asked. \n\n\nMorgan shook her head, pulling a gagged Lapis close. “Nah, of course not. In fact, I’m looking to reward her for being such a good sport. Unfortunately for me, it requires a tool I don’t have. But the wolf bitch does, mind if I use her?”\n\n\n“Depends on if you’re open to sharing, Morgan,” Ash said, circling to Shane’s legs, “Cause I’m not done with her yet.”\n\n\n“Quite the contrary, I was hoping to join in. Word travels fast about her tongue work,” the hog pushed Lapis forward, right over Shane’s maw, “Figure I’ll let her test that for me first.”\n\n\nAs a frequent visitor between Lapis’s legs, Shane knew her weak spots. So, despite the exhaustion and the one-track pleading to get off for herself, she knew where to dig in, what speed, and what pattern made Lapis weak in her knee. \n\n\nThe fox curled up, gnawing into her gag with each moan. Morgan leaned in to pinch and twist Lapis’s nipples, whispering out of reach of Shane’s ears. Whatever she said got her roommate grinding against Shane’s face, leaving her unprepared for Ash’s next move.\n\n\nIt started with a finger. A single digit slipping in her tight cunt. Shane’s erection made the pressure and pleasure from penetration multiply, sometimes to the point that she couldn’t do both at once. So Ash took it slow, biding her time with extra fingers until at least three could sink in and out unopposed.\n\n\n“Ok, that’s enough teasing,” Morgan said, hoisting Lapis off like she weighed nothing. Shane’s sweet gasps for air were tainted by the taste of her roommate, her lungs burning with the fox’s essence. She cried out in silence as that warm and wet orifice braced her cockhead, the weight of gravity slamming it down before a single word could stop it. \n\n\nThe wolf’s body shook. Her cock convulsed, shooting a stream built from hours of edging into the blue fox. She grit her teeth to keep silent, mumbling curse after curse with each shot. Both Morgan and Ash watched with concern and interest, the latter winning out in the end when Shane stopped. \n\n\n“Hope you’re not done yet,” Morgan said, spreading her fat and hairy cunt for the wolf, “Because your friend isn’t.”\n\n\nLike a toy, they used her. Morgan barely let Shane gasp for air, letting her place be firmly under her crotch. Lapis, despite being bound and gagged herself, found the strength to ride Shane’s cock in the ensuing onslaught. What few times Shane had the freedom to see she noticed Lapis’s tits covered in bite marks or being pulled. A painful motivator, but by her lustful expression, she didn’t seem to care. She might not even remember where she was. \n\n\nYet Ash’s choice made her buckle. The hyena’s soft yet thick member sank between Shane’s legs, cupping her balls tight to keep a clear way forward. They filled her to the brim, slow and steady, with intent to pick up speed when Ash was comfortable, regardless of what protests Shane could voice. She found none anyway, welcoming the loss of bodily autonomy as the three used her like a toy. An object to fulfill their desire. \n\n\nIt hurt by the fourth surge into Lapis. The hog’s juices drenched Shane’s maw by the time she got off, leaving the wolf almost drowning in her taste. Ash meanwhile pulled out, satisfied, and cleaned her cock of Shane’s juices across her fur. “Not like you’d say no, would you? The hyena cackled. She was right, but Morgan saw to it Shane was busy licking her cum out of Lapis’s cunt to respond.\n\n\nThe party crawled to its end not long after. There were still cries of pleasure, cracks of paddles or whips with the following grunts or yelps of pain, and the whir of vibration toys echoing throughout. Shane couldn’t clean the scent of sex from her nostrils and no amount of water Ash provided could wash out the taste of cock and cunt. \n\n\nShe took the liberty of clearing the couch for the wolf after undoing her ties. Not the collar, only the mistress of the house had keys for that. They spent the rest of the time talking, with Ash telling jokes that made Shane spew water from his nostrils at least once. Lapis and Morgan had vanished into the crowd, but Shane swore she could still hear them playing on occasion. \n\n\n“Did your friend tell you about the after party?” \n\n\nShane cringed. “After party? I don’t think I can do another.”\n\n\n“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure.” Ash’s fingertips crawled up the wolf’s thigh. “It’s not a real after-party. More of a private affair with couples that lasts for, well, however long they want.”\n\n\nShane’s ears perked up. “Oh? And how long would that be?”\n\n\n“Depends,” Ash said with a toothy grin, “How free is your weekend?”\n\n\nShe could take a sabbatical from streaming. Leona might get annoyed, but she’d understand the stress of having to entertain so many people for so long, which could get to anyone. So when Shane nodded, Ash’s smile filled her with an exciting fear that rippled underneath her fur. \n\n\n“Stand against the wall,” Ash whispered, close enough to pump the wolf's cock, “Keep this hard and don’t fight back.”\n\n\nChills ran up her spine when she faced the wall. Her heartbeat pounded with enough force that her body started to shake. She pumped her rod when it faltered, imagining what could come next.\n\n\nShe didn’t expect the hands. Several people grabbed her from behind, holding her arms steady to feed them through a straitjacket that left her tits exposed. Protests were met with a tight muzzle locked in place. \n\n\n“Good dogs speak when spoken to,” Ash commented, feeling Shane’s backside before spreading her cheeks. With copious lube she slipped a anal hook inside, then tied a rope from it to Shane’s collar and tightened it taut enough to force the wolf to stand straight. \n\n\nLed out by a leash around her cock and balls, Shane saw Lapis waiting beside the front door with Morgan. Her roommate, like her, had been spruced up in bondage, though her restraints seemed more humiliating with a full headed hood that left her mouth free, a leather sleeve locking her arms behind her back, weighted clamps, and a clit leash. Her tongue was held out by a pair of chopsticks tied tightly together. Morgan was fondling it when Ash arrived, taking delight at the fox’s gagged protests. \n\n\n“Bagged yourself a nice one,” Morgan said, pulling the fox close. “Can’t beat mine though. Can’t wait to spend the weekend with my new carpet muncher.\"", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "“I don’t see why you need to bring me along,” Shane said aloud for the third time. Her tone grew steadily obnoxious throughout the drive. That part was to annoy Lapis, who insisted on bringing her to a switch party when the timber wolf would rather be inside streaming. Despite her attitude, the question was genuine. “Why not ask Jenna?”


“Because it’s a switch party,” the blue fox spoke matter-of-factly. The normally bubbly canidae had a habit of being blunt with her. As a roommate,e she had to be. If one wasn’t straight with their roommates, it only led to problems down the line. It’d start with a few skipped chores and end with a broken lease agreement if not full-on murder.


Shane liked that. Even Leona, her mistress, didn’t escape that side of the wolf. To be fair, she encouraged it. If Shane couldn’t be herself around people she cared about, then she couldn’t be herself alone. She’d spent enough time growing up with a reflection she hated. Being herm like her, Leona knew that all too well.


“Ok, sure,” Shane said, rolling her eyes and sinking deeper into the passenger side seat, “But, like, you could bring your mistress.”


“Jenna does not bottom.”


“Not even to switch?”


Stopping at a red light, Lapis took the opportunity to look her friend dead in the eye, “She doesn’t bottom. It’s not her style. This party is switches only.”


“So you say. But you don’t top that often.”


Lapis feigned shock at the accusation, “By whatever do you mean? I’ve topped you plenty of times.”


“Riding my dick isn’t the same.” Though she wasn’t going to turn down the experience. Another benefit of a roommate you could be blunt with was that, sometimes, they were open enough about sex to become friends with benefits. Sure, as an adult content creator, she didn’t need that much help procuring partners. But her mistress, despite being her sponsor, preferred to keep the wolf all to herself off-camera. Lapis was always eager to hear a video proposal.


“How’d you learn about this party anyway?” Shane asked, “Jenna’s not too busy, is she?”


“From a friend, and yes,” Lapis sounded annoyed at that last remark. “She’s on a business trip. Lobbying casino laws or something.”


“That’s not suspicious at all,” Shane muttered.


“Point is, she’s away for a month, and a friend of mine invited me to this party. Worst case, I end up topping someone else. Maybe I’ll get to top you.”


“I doubt it. Best case?”


“Best case?” Lapis sighed as the light turned green. “Best case, I end up walking out of there bound and gagged.”


They stopped at an unassuming house in an unassuming cul-de-sac. Shane would have guessed that was where the party was by the nature of all the cars littering the street. She expected something more, like a concrete dungeon downtown or some big farm on the outskirts. Nothing as mundane as a two-story house with a white-picket fence and a driveway.


The wet dream of a nuclear family patriarch. Shane snorted at that, reminding herself that the real wet dreams of those kinds of people were rarely what they brought up in polite conversation. Everyone had a darker side to them, a piece of themselves they avoided indulging in too often. Those who starved them, whether because of society or otherwise, were the most ravenous. But what would one expect if given a five-course meal after going a week without eating? She had to vet plenty of her new followers to be sure they weren’t the obsessive gluttons. The money may have been good in the short term, but her safety was more important.


It was packed past the front door. Shane noticed it through the windows on their approach. Anthros of all shapes and sizes mingling about with either a drink in their hand, a smile on their face, a little snack from some table out of sight, or a combination of two to three. None of them look familiar. Lapis seemed to know the doorman at least.


“I hope we’re not too late,” the blue fox said, pulling Shane close like she were some antisocial teenager. The thought made her cringe like one.


The bull at the door stepped past to let them in. “Not at all. There’s still an hour until everything starts, so feel free to mingle.”


“Thanks Bob.” Lapis dragged the wolf inside. The bull nodded friendly to Shane’s sunken head, closing the door without a worry.


Mingling at parties never made sense in practice. On paper, Shane understood that you were supposed to strike up a conversation, usually about the weather or the news, neither of which seemed like delightful topics. If you knew someone or shared an acquaintance, the topic could be about that, but Lapis was the only other person she knew, and she’d slipped off to get drinks, leaving Shane at the mercy of a corner. If it weren’t for the noise of everyone trying to talk over the nearest conversation to enjoy their own, then she might have a moment to her thoughts.


“You ok?”


Shane restrained her surprise to keep her from jumping at the question. A broad hyena stared down at her, brown fur mottled with darker spots and a short mohawk that somehow better sold how much she towered over Shane. She wore a leather vest with studs and spiked wristbands like some punk rocker. Now that she thought about it, the nose ring helped sell that impression. Despite all the metal and leather she seemed soft, concerned for the wolf in the corner who looked her up and down like a cop seeking weapons.


“Yeah,” Shane said after a moment, “Sorry, not used to being around this many people.”


“The corner might as well be a neon sign for that,” the hyena snickered, holding out her left hand. “Names’ Ash. You?”


Shane, expecting a right hand, offered hers, leading to an awkward grab of the Ash’s beer bottle. “Shane,” she said, silently wishing to be dead over embarrassment. Ash grinned, inching so close the wolf expected to be kabedoned then and there. She wasn’t sure whether to push her away or enjoy it. Given how broad the hyena was, the former seemed doomed to fail.


“What brings you here, Shane?” Ash asked, “And you do know what here is, right?”


“A switch party. Lapis told me. Do you know her? Blue fox, extrovert, lots of gold patterns on her fur?”


Ash, followed by Shane, peered through the crowd to find the fox in question. Shane pointed her out first, catching her in a heated discussion with a butch hog woman. Probably the most butch woman she’d ever seen judging by the sleeveless tee-shirt exposing big arms, hair buzzed down to an army crew cut, and wearing the kind of boots one would see at a construction site. Ash’s boots looked similar, just lacking the steel toe.


“That’d be Morgan,” the hyena said with familiarity, “And if that’s your friend there, then she’s caught her interest.”


Wondering what that meant, Shane looked carefully at the two women. Lapis wore a scowl like she’d been digging deeper and deeper into an argument, throwing out points left and right. Despite her relaxed posture, Morgan never once looked away from Lapis. She would nod, shrug, and occasionally snicker with her counterarguments. Not once did she seem mad, as though she wanted to egg Lapis on.


“She’s thinking,” Ash, having left in the time Shane spent observing the argument, returned with a drink the wolf gladly accepted.


“Thinking about what?”


“The best way to keep your friend silent while using that mouth.”


Water gushed from Shane’s nose. Ash cackled, slapping the wolf’s backside while waving off any concerns other guests have. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d call you a virgin. You a reserved kind of gal?”


“I’m a porn streamer so…no,” Shane wiped her nose clean with her shirt, “I’m just not used to hearing this stuff aloud.” Not that she heard a chat box anyway.


“Well, I’ll stop if you want, but this isn’t the best place to avoid that kind of talk.”


Shane looked back with offense at the hyena, “I’m not a prude, it was just unexpected. Lapis didn’t tell me what to expect.”


“Really? Well, we ought to fix that.” Ash pointed to a bowl on the far side of the room, filled with black leather collars and clipped-on tags. “When you arrive, you’re supposed to put on one of those. When the party really starts, they’ll call out a set of numbers, who then head to the center of the room. From there, the ‘winners’ are chosen for fun until the next set is called.”


Shane clasped her empty neck. Glancing around the room she noticed everyone was in a collar, even Ash and Morgan. A switch party made everyone equal.


“H-How do they choose?” Shane asked, feeling her cock stir in her loins. Ash smiled without saying nothing, taking a sip of her drink as the music played on. Lapis, having given up dealing with Morgan, intervened with a pair of collars. One of which she locked around her neck already.


“Some people here suck,” she muttered, watching Shane attach her collar. “Really hope that hog gets called up before me.”


“Don’t be like that,” Ash said with a wink, “You’ll only entice her more.”


Lapis squinted at the hyena. “I’m sorry, have we met?”


“No, but I know my friend’s type. Keep it up and Morgan might try to take you home. If she isn’t called first.”


“Take home? That can happen?” Shane looked to Lapis, who turned away with the briefest of blushes. Ash cackled again.


“Boy, she wanted to keep you in the dark. This some sort of special date for you both?”


“We’re just roommates, literally,” Lapis said, glaring when Ash gave her a wink.


“Sure, roommates. I was roommates with Morgan before, so believe me when I talk about her. This little annoyed look you got for her? It’s foreplay.”


Lapis dragged Shane away, letting Ash’s cackle sink into the crowd of bodies surrounding them. “Jeez, some people,” the fox huffed, stingy eyes glaring around the room. She’d known her roommate long enough that Lapis was putting up a front. She wanted to look angry, and some part of her no doubt was, but not because someone annoyed her. No, because that person made her legs weak because of it.


“I don’t know, she seemed friendly enough,” Shane said, making sure her collar was secure. The detachable tag on hers read sixty-nine. She resisted the urge to joke about it. “If what she said is true, maybe I’ll get a chance to top her.”


“Unless I top you first,” Lapis stuck her tongue out playfully. “Or maybe you could top me if I’m called up. I know you’ve been wanting too.”


Shane blushed. Once she’d asked Lapis to join her for a stream, and since then, the wolf imagined repeating it in private. But Lapis had a mistress, not to mention her own. They’d need to know ahead of time, and something about asking Jenna, Lapis’s mistress, that made Shane’s fur tingle. Maybe it had to do with the fact that her mistress, Leona, was a longtime rival to Jenna. Too many games to play between them when something as simple as sex was on the line.


A bell rang three times through the house. Conversations ceased. All eyes, with Shane and Lapis following a second or two behind, centered in the living room. There was a white cat with fluffy fur bundled in such a way that her leather corset looked like it had a fur scarf standing atop a stool, her black boots glistening in the sunlight seeping through the ceiling window.


“I see a lot of familiar faces,” she said, smiling wider upon adding, “And plenty of new ones. I trust you’ve all been informed, but if you haven’t, feel free to not come up when your number is called if you’re a first timer. Otherwise, well, the first batch doesn’t get much of a say.”


From her phone, she listed several random numbers, seven in total. Lapis gulped, eyeing Shane with a smile and a silent look when she was called up. “Pick me out,” she whispered, sinking into the crowd to reach the center. There with the rest of the numbers, a mix of men, women, and in between, they were made to strip naked save for their underwear.


The cat called out takers for each number. Lapis stood on the far end, giving Shane time to think of what she could do if she picked her.


“Mind if I ask a favor?” Ash asked, appearing from behind with a hand on Shane’s shoulder. Something about the hyena made her unbothered by the sudden presence. Or maybe she was so bothered by the authority that it made her weak in the knees. Regardless, she nodded, heart skipping with the hyena’s smile.


“Morgan likes your friend. It’d be a shame if she couldn’t play with her for the evening, especially after they…hit it off so to speak.”


Three more people until Lapis, and they were being taken quickly. It should have been easy to deny Ash’s request. Yet the way she spoke, the way her breath trailed down Shane’s fur as a finger curled through her hair, and the weight of her hand, made it difficult.


“What…what do I get in return?” Shane asked.


Ash’s brow perked up unexpectedly. “Well, isn’t that the question?” she asked, inching closer to wrap her hands around the wolf’s waist. “I can think of a few things. But it depends.”


“Depends on what?”


“Are you open to spoilers or do you prefer surprises?”


Lapis's number was called. She looked at Shane, eyes beaming with expectations. In the span of a few seconds, the wolf watched her friend’s expression go from excited, to confused, to concerned, and then, finally, frustrated arousal when the hog woman stepped forth. Rough but well-manicured fingers snapped the number off her collar, stuffed it into her panties, and gleefully handed them to the cat once Lapis took them off.


“Next call’s in an hour!” the cat declared.


“Good girl,” Ash’s words sprinted up Shane’s spine. She directed her by the shoulder to watch Morgan and Lapis, the latter possessively looping a finger around the D-ring of the collar in lieu of a leash.


There were buckets of toys in the living room, several in fact. Each carried a specific type of restraint for ease, from blindfolds, cuffs, gags, and more. Lapis didn’t resist the blindfold, keeping a stoic look across her face with her hands held behind her back. Stoic outside of the blush as Morgan whispered into her ear. Exactly what Shane couldn’t tell, but she’d guessed there were a few taunts and teases in the mix of her words.


From there, Morgan took Lapis to a bondage horse. With a bundle of rope, she tied her arms back and hoisted her over the edge, taking care to ensure she did not slip and hurt herself the wrong way. Lapis gasped as the pressure pushed against her cunt, followed by a tight-lipped squeal as a rope looped through her collar forced her to lean forward.


The hog took one last look at her work, poking and prodding Lapis to ensure any wiggle was nothing more than such. From a box she produced a small leather paddle, closer to a blackjack, and pressed it against Lapis’s tits as she groped her from behind. Shane’s test grew enviously tight at the sight of those strong hands having their way with her roommate. Each soft smack of her paddle rippled through Shane as if she were hit.


“I hope your friend is tougher than she looks,” Ash said, slipping a hand past Shane’s waistband. The wolf let her, shivering with hushed delight when fingertips braced her hardening rod. “But knowing Morgan’s luck, she is. Morgan loves breaking tough girls.”


“Y-Yeah…” Shane bit her lip. The party air braced her cock as Ash pulled it loose, pumping it to full for all to see. Most were busy with their little playthings or partners, but enough watched with hungry eyes. Eyes she’d never see behind a screen.


“You know,” Ash’s grip grew tight, chuckling at Shane’s gasp. “For a…streamer, that’s what you said, right? For a streamer, you seem to be nervous around others.”


“T-That’s not fair to say…” Shane clasped her fists tightly, then opened them repeatedly to ease her tension, “It’s a…a different kind of attention.”


“A bad kind?”


“...no…”


Ash knew her way around a cock, pumping slow and deep as Shane watched Morgan have her way with Lapis. The hog didn’t leave any part of her unscathed, groping and tormenting each inch while the fox could do nothing but struggle. Shane winced as the leather paddle clapped her roommate’s tit. Ash’s other hand squeezed one breast to mimic the blow while Lapis winced and grunted, biting her lip to keep from crying out.


Morgan didn’t like that. She smiled all the same, circling to slip her thumb past the fox’s clamped lips. What little resistance Lapis had fell under the hog’s might as her maw was directed open. She spat into the waiting maw. Thumb on tongue, Morgan kept Lapis steady for every drop of saliva she spat over it.


“That settles it,” Ash whispered, silencing Shane with a finger that tasted of her salty precum. “Morgan is dead set on bringing her home.”


From there on, Morgan’s energy blossomed. Her hands shook with giddy energy used to make Lapis wince, gasp, and moan. It infected Lapis, leaving her smiling with tears from the pain and pleasure alike. She begged for more, and Morgan was all too happy to oblige.


Meanwhile, Ash kept Shane dangling at the edge. By the time the next numbers were called, the wolf could barely stand, let alone walk. “I think that’s your number,” The hyena whispered, pushing her to the center of the room alongside other partygoers. The major difference being that she supported a pulsing erection compared to the rest.


It was a formality. When it was her turn to be picked, the hyena pulled her midway through the number. Now naked save for her collar, Shane stood at the hyena’s mercy. Which Ash delivered with electric stim pads over her nipples, and balls, a zappy little bullet inserted into her cunt, and belts to tie her ankles to her knees while one hand was clasped to her collar. To top it all off was a special plug wired to everything.


“When you’re about to go over, it’ll know and send a signal,” Ash explained, lounging at a couch while she sat Shane against the floor. “Not a big signal, just enough to…encourage you to stop. We wouldn’t want you to end too quickly now, would we?”


It began with a simple command. “Play with yourself.” With one hand free and her pussy occupied, that left the message of where clear. She gulped with anxious excitement, clasping her rod in one hand with all five fingers. Under Ash’s gaze, the grip was like steel.


She pumped with care, breathing as others joined the hyena on the couch to watch. Carefully working the shaft, fingers rubbing along her cockhead once they reached the tip and squeezing the base on each interval. Deep breaths grew shorter as the audience grew, her tipping point drawing closer and closer.


Then came the zap. She felt her anal plug expand slightly, sending a signal to every patch over her body. It wasn’t a strong zap, hardly a painful one, but she yelped all the same, locking her grip tight from the surge.


“Did I say you could stop?” Ash’s tone carried a playful shadow under its authority. Shane grit her teeth, shaking her head. “Then keep going. Come on now, just don’t cum.”


She came to realize the plug was a devilish device. It was close enough to her prostate that it’d register its expansion. Once it started, the plug sent a signal to wherever it was connected, shock pads in this case, to activate.


To say it didn’t hurt was to lie. It did, just enough to stop her from pumping long enough for the arousal to reach acceptable levels down. In no time at all her cock refused to soften from the constant attention, and long after that streams of precum left glistening stains over the bulged rod. Shane was begging to cum when Ash got up.


“Why should I let you?” The hyena inquired, pressing her heavy black boot against the knotted rod. Her pressure dug imprints of the sole’s treads but that was a pleasured mercy compared to the endless edge. “What have you done to earn it? All I see is a pathetic puppy jacking off while everyone watches. Are you an exhibitionist, Shane? A slutty dickgirl who gets off from everyone’s attention?”


“Y-Yes…” Shane whimpered, reaching for her cock.


Ash batted it away and kneeled, the divine pressure forcing another shock through the wolf’s balls and breasts. “Well, that hardly seems fair to the rest of us. Shouldn’t we get something out of that?”


Shane nodded. With just a smile and a quick snap of her fingers, Ash had several pairs of hands hoist the wolf up onto a coffee table. Someone tied down her free hand, leaving Shane to the mercy of whomever Ash desired.


“I want you to keep trying to hold back,” she whispered, slipping out the probe from the wolf’s cunt, “If you do, then I’ll give you a special reward.”


What response Shane had fell under the hot heat of a stranger’s cunt pressing against her maw. The raw taste of arousal stained their tongue, pressed down by the weight of a whole body pushed against her.


Thighs muffled her hearing, but she heard enough moaning to encourage her tongue. She lapped blindly, feeling between the lips for an entrance. The tightness of their thighs was all the evidence she needed to push in. The sudden buzz against her cock whenever she made the stranger quiver was no less a motivator.


They pushed up enough to let her breathe in short bursts, giving Shane a look around the room. There were more focused groups now, with the last call having taken place to even out the party. If someone wasn’t topping, they were serving, and if they were serving, they were passed around between tops like trading cards. Some made a line behind Shane, legs quivering in eagerness for their turn. She hardly had time to ask for a pause once the first stranger’s juices flooded her maw.


A mix of cocks and cunts used her throat and tongue. Excitement made them quick, going as far to grind themselves against her face before the ones behind grew antsy. Someone offered water between every three or so guests to keep the cum from drowning her.


Ash took her place at the end, her hardened pseudocock tall for the wolf’s dripping maw. Unlike the rest, she took her time massaging the wolf’s throat as her member sank deeper into it. “Like a well used onahole,” she said, giggling as she added, “Too bad your cock doesn’t get the same attention. Must hurt now. I wonder how deep a shade of blue I can make your balls?”


Her cock wasn’t the only thing pulsing. New bindings made it impossible to close her legs, yet no one sank so much as a finger through her gushing lips. She begged Ash to turn her attention there if nothing else, but a mouthful of hyena meat made everything sound the same. Music to Ash’s ears by the look of her grin.


“Enjoying your slut?” Someone asked. Ash pulled out and batted Shane with her wet rod before turning around. Despite the hacking and the aches the wolf noticed who was speaking, at least by the thick muscly legs and the fat hairy cunt standing beside a blue furred pair of legs with a fox tail between them.


“You’re not bored with yours already?” Ash asked.


Morgan shook her head, pulling a gagged Lapis close. “Nah, of course not. In fact, I’m looking to reward her for being such a good sport. Unfortunately for me, it requires a tool I don’t have. But the wolf bitch does, mind if I use her?”


“Depends on if you’re open to sharing, Morgan,” Ash said, circling to Shane’s legs, “Cause I’m not done with her yet.”


“Quite the contrary, I was hoping to join in. Word travels fast about her tongue work,” the hog pushed Lapis forward, right over Shane’s maw, “Figure I’ll let her test that for me first.”


As a frequent visitor between Lapis’s legs, Shane knew her weak spots. So, despite the exhaustion and the one-track pleading to get off for herself, she knew where to dig in, what speed, and what pattern made Lapis weak in her knee.


The fox curled up, gnawing into her gag with each moan. Morgan leaned in to pinch and twist Lapis’s nipples, whispering out of reach of Shane’s ears. Whatever she said got her roommate grinding against Shane’s face, leaving her unprepared for Ash’s next move.


It started with a finger. A single digit slipping in her tight cunt. Shane’s erection made the pressure and pleasure from penetration multiply, sometimes to the point that she couldn’t do both at once. So Ash took it slow, biding her time with extra fingers until at least three could sink in and out unopposed.


“Ok, that’s enough teasing,” Morgan said, hoisting Lapis off like she weighed nothing. Shane’s sweet gasps for air were tainted by the taste of her roommate, her lungs burning with the fox’s essence. She cried out in silence as that warm and wet orifice braced her cockhead, the weight of gravity slamming it down before a single word could stop it.


The wolf’s body shook. Her cock convulsed, shooting a stream built from hours of edging into the blue fox. She grit her teeth to keep silent, mumbling curse after curse with each shot. Both Morgan and Ash watched with concern and interest, the latter winning out in the end when Shane stopped.


“Hope you’re not done yet,” Morgan said, spreading her fat and hairy cunt for the wolf, “Because your friend isn’t.”


Like a toy, they used her. Morgan barely let Shane gasp for air, letting her place be firmly under her crotch. Lapis, despite being bound and gagged herself, found the strength to ride Shane’s cock in the ensuing onslaught. What few times Shane had the freedom to see she noticed Lapis’s tits covered in bite marks or being pulled. A painful motivator, but by her lustful expression, she didn’t seem to care. She might not even remember where she was.


Yet Ash’s choice made her buckle. The hyena’s soft yet thick member sank between Shane’s legs, cupping her balls tight to keep a clear way forward. They filled her to the brim, slow and steady, with intent to pick up speed when Ash was comfortable, regardless of what protests Shane could voice. She found none anyway, welcoming the loss of bodily autonomy as the three used her like a toy. An object to fulfill their desire.


It hurt by the fourth surge into Lapis. The hog’s juices drenched Shane’s maw by the time she got off, leaving the wolf almost drowning in her taste. Ash meanwhile pulled out, satisfied, and cleaned her cock of Shane’s juices across her fur. “Not like you’d say no, would you? The hyena cackled. She was right, but Morgan saw to it Shane was busy licking her cum out of Lapis’s cunt to respond.


The party crawled to its end not long after. There were still cries of pleasure, cracks of paddles or whips with the following grunts or yelps of pain, and the whir of vibration toys echoing throughout. Shane couldn’t clean the scent of sex from her nostrils and no amount of water Ash provided could wash out the taste of cock and cunt.


She took the liberty of clearing the couch for the wolf after undoing her ties. Not the collar, only the mistress of the house had keys for that. They spent the rest of the time talking, with Ash telling jokes that made Shane spew water from his nostrils at least once. Lapis and Morgan had vanished into the crowd, but Shane swore she could still hear them playing on occasion.


“Did your friend tell you about the after party?”


Shane cringed. “After party? I don’t think I can do another.”


“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure.” Ash’s fingertips crawled up the wolf’s thigh. “It’s not a real after-party. More of a private affair with couples that lasts for, well, however long they want.”


Shane’s ears perked up. “Oh? And how long would that be?”


“Depends,” Ash said with a toothy grin, “How free is your weekend?”


She could take a sabbatical from streaming. Leona might get annoyed, but she’d understand the stress of having to entertain so many people for so long, which could get to anyone. So when Shane nodded, Ash’s smile filled her with an exciting fear that rippled underneath her fur.


“Stand against the wall,” Ash whispered, close enough to pump the wolf's cock, “Keep this hard and don’t fight back.”


Chills ran up her spine when she faced the wall. Her heartbeat pounded with enough force that her body started to shake. She pumped her rod when it faltered, imagining what could come next.


She didn’t expect the hands. Several people grabbed her from behind, holding her arms steady to feed them through a straitjacket that left her tits exposed. Protests were met with a tight muzzle locked in place.


“Good dogs speak when spoken to,” Ash commented, feeling Shane’s backside before spreading her cheeks. With copious lube she slipped a anal hook inside, then tied a rope from it to Shane’s collar and tightened it taut enough to force the wolf to stand straight.


Led out by a leash around her cock and balls, Shane saw Lapis waiting beside the front door with Morgan. Her roommate, like her, had been spruced up in bondage, though her restraints seemed more humiliating with a full headed hood that left her mouth free, a leather sleeve locking her arms behind her back, weighted clamps, and a clit leash. Her tongue was held out by a pair of chopsticks tied tightly together. Morgan was fondling it when Ash arrived, taking delight at the fox’s gagged protests.


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