Amagi After Dark “Alright guys, ready for the first run?” It was a simple question for a director to ask, and it was even said pretty casually. Dornell, the flower fairy in charge of running the shoot, didn’t even change his tone of voice when he sat in his director’s chair and grabbed his megaphone. However, to his actors, such a casual tone was not just ridiculous but also insulting. “Are you moffin serious!?” Moffle, the lead in this commercial, spoke up, waving his arms and the script in Dornell’s face. “We barely just got here, and you already want to start!?” He stopped in a huff, hands up and panting like he was ready to start a fight, his eyes even rattling in their sockets. Dornell, if he noticed, didn’t care. “Yeah, man, you read the script, right? Should be good for at least a trial run.” Moffle grunted and shook his head. “You say that like standing in a room like this is a normal thing.” He growled and pointed up at the ceiling, right at the mirror that shined above them, specifically. “What kind of hotel room has a mirrored ceiling? Huh?” He waved around at the whole room next, looking just as adamant as he had about the mirror. “And why is everything all red?! It’s moffin ridiculous is what it is!” “Don’t tell me you’ve never been to a love hotel, Moffle-ron.” From his place on the bed nearby, a ram was lazily relaxing on a pillow excitedly labeled, ‘YES!!’ “This is pretty standard stuff, you know-ron.” “And just how many times have you been to this place, Macaron?” Moffle glared at the sheep and stomped a foot. Though he wanted to look intimidating, the effect was betrayed by his shaking shoulders. Macaron casually hopped off his pillow and just smiled at the mouse. “I used to come to places just like this when I was married-ron.” He chuckled and casually pushed a hand against the bed. “Heh, and some seedier places too-ron. At least this place springs for some quality sheets and stuff.” “Yeah-mi! This place springs for the absolute best!” A pink blur burst into the room and landed on the bed, carrying a six pack with him. Tirami sighed and righted himself right on the edge of the mattress. “Seriously, dudes, this is the best place ever-mi!” He winked almost sweetly at Moffle as he pulled out a beer to offer the old mouse. “And to even help out the park in our time of need, you can’t call them unkind by any means-mi!” Moffle’s shoulders stopped shaking when Tirami came in, thankfully. Though it was only because he was embarrassed for the pink dog now rather than for himself. After shooting Tirami a stone-eyed look, he solemnly ignored the dog as well as the beer he offered, turning back instead to the director. “Look I know their helping us out a moff, alright! I’m not here to stop this or anything! You just need to give me a second to adjust, okay?!” Dornell groaned and set a hand on his chin. “Come on, Mr. Moffle, it’s not like I want you to perform a ballet or anything. I just wanted us to start a run through the script.” “Oh yeah, and about the script!” Moffle decidedly ignored the ferret’s request, focusing his attention on anything else he reasonably could. He flipped through the script for a few obnoxiously long seconds until he found his part, reciting it in a concerned monotone. “Look sexy at the camera and say, ‘Buy a room and get free all day passes to the delightful Amagi Brilliant Park…’” Moffle shook his head. “What the moff does that even mean, ‘look sexy’?” He made a couple of sarcastic air quotes when he turned back to Dornell for the answer. The ferret just raised an eyebrow, looking positively confused. Thankfully, he didn’t have to provide an answer. Macaron volunteered. “You know, like this-ron.” All eyes turned to Macaron as he leaned forward, his legs tucked under him and one hand supporting his weight set between them, conspicuously covering his groin. He brought the other hand up to his lips and winked right at Dornell. “Not bad,” the ferret responded nonchalantly. Macaron was stunned, eyes widening and mouth open, positively insulted. “Not bad-ron!?” The rest of the cast proceeded to casually ignore the attempt at an outburst and turn their attention back to Moffle. Tirami made a point of even standing up and setting a hand on the chief mascot’s shoulder before once again offering a beer. “Macaron does have a point-mi. You can’t look sexy when you’re so tense-mi.” He smiled and waved the bottle cheerfully at Moffle’s face for a good few seconds, not so subtly trying to tempt the old mouse. It got to the point that Moffle took the beer just to get him to stop, though he did eye it longingly once it was in his hand. “Moff… maybe you’re right. I just need to take it easy. Not like anyone’ll see this anyway, right?” “That’s the spirit-mi!” Tirami cheered and gave his boss another pat on the back before turning back to the bed and grinning deviously to himself, glancing momentarily at the four beers left in the six pack, all with caps noticeably pried loose and reset on top. Still smiling, though a touch more innocently, he glanced at the ram that had grabbed one while he wasn’t looking, and who had just taken a swig. Macaron let loose a loud sigh when he pulled the bottle away from his lips. “Yeah-ron. Whatever it takes to get this over with, right?” He rubbed his lips casually, trying to get the taste of something really sour off of them. Tirami and Dornell noticed that he was blushing, and the ram noticed he was suddenly feeling very warm. “Ugh. Tirami where did you even get this beer-ron? It’s crazy terrible.” “Oh, I just ordered room service-mi.” Tirami giggled, his eyes shimmering and his hands steepled villainously. “I just thought that you guys might need something to help get you in the mood for this shoot-mi!” “What do you-” Macaron was interrupted by a hiccup and glanced at Dornell. The ferret’s eyes were wide open for once, and they were aimed squarely at Macaron’s groin. It didn’t take him long to put two and two together, but he looked down anyway. It really wasn’t much of a surprise to see a rock-hard boner looking back at him with one eye. “Ah, hell-ron. Dude!” “Hehe, you like it? It’s my special mix of shitake, gingko, and a couple other things. Really helps with that pent-up feeling-mi.” He chuckled deviously at his cruel prank. “Should go down in an hour or so-mi!” “Dude! We can’t shoot like this!” Dornell whined from his director’s chair and threw his head back. He was going to complain more, and maybe give the other flower fairy a good smack. But suddenly the room seemed to fill with an intense, ominous chill. The background felt distinctly purple as the cast’s ears were suddenly filled with the sound of a furious panting nearby. “Moff… moff… moff…” Heads turned to the source of the panting, Lord Moffle himself, staring shakily at his own hands and sporting an absolutely massive hardon that created a tent in his royal robe. “Tirami you moffin’ bastard… moff…” He lifted his head, hoping to glare at the pink bastard, but his eyes went straight to the blushing ram on the bed. “Moff… it’s been… a really long time… moff… don’t know if I can…” “Oh wow-mi! That’s some reaction-mi!” Tirami’s eyes went wide as he watched the mouse stomp like a man possessed toward the bed. Moffle didn’t even seem to hear him with how focused he was. Though the dog was surprised, his eyes weren’t nearly as wide as those of the ram who was currently backing nervously toward the headrest of the oversized bed, right back to the ‘YES!!’ pillow he’d previously been napping on. Macaron had many concerns about the look in Moffle’s eyes, but most of them he didn’t want to think about. “Uh, are you okay, Moffle-ron?” “Uh, I don’t think so-mi.” Tirami chuckled nervously and waved for Moffle’s attention. “Uh, seriously, boss, don’t you even like, jerk off or anything? It’s not usually this strong-mi.” Moffle groaned and shook, pausing at the edge of the bed to glare at Tirami out of the corner of his eye. The pink dog was petrified into silence, but Moffle didn’t linger on him long before turning his attention back to Macaron. “Macaron… moff…” He moaned and set a hand and a foot on the bed. The motion provided just the slightest peek under his robe, revealing a pair of hefty balls and just the barest glimpse of the massive shaft. Macaron’s eyes were shamefully locked on the sight of that shaft as it slid down the loosening robe with each of Moffle’s heavy breaths. “You… you won’t fight back, right?” In spite of his terror, or maybe because of it, Macaron couldn’t get himself to move. Embarrassingly, the only thing that did move was his cock, which noticeably twitched when Moffle lifted himself the rest of the way onto the bed. In the same motion, the mouse casually lifted his robe another couple of inches, just enough to allow his cock to fall free. As soon as the dick was out, the cuffs were off. Moffle fell to all fours, and it was hardly the blink of an eye before he was on top of Macaron. The first action he took was to force the ram into a deep, romantic kiss. Time slowed down, and for just a moment Macaron felt his body relax when Moffle’s warm breath pressed past his lips and down his throat. The ram immediately tensed back up when Moffle’s hand wrapped in a vice grip around his cock. He didn’t even try to fight against the weight on top of him, but he did start to breathe much faster. And since he unable to escape Moffle’s grip on his lips either, he ended up sucking in a solid dose of the mouse’s scent and saliva. Despite how gay it was, the sheep had to admit it was arousing. His dick agreed, spurting just a bit of pre onto the mouse’s hand. “Moff, yeah… You’re ready.” Moffle sighed when he pulled back, sending one last blast of warm air toward Macaron’s face. His hands dashed away from the dick and toward the sheep’s hips before lifting his legs with the same force he’d put into the kiss. Macaron’s eyes darted about randomly for a second in shock, rattling around with the rest of his body when he felt the hard rod slap over his fluffy cheeks and center rigidly in front of his ass. However, when his vision finally settled on Moffle’s face, the shaking stopped. It wasn’t because the fear left though. Rather, it was because he felt like there was absolutely no sense in resisting, even subconsciously. The look on Moffle’s face was the determined stare of a true commander. “M-Moffle-ron, you can’t-” “Shhh…” Moffle leaned in close again, allowing Macaron to see nothing but an eye and feel the hot breath on his lips once more. “Just quiet down and let me take care of every moffin’ thing…” Macaron was unable to follow the first order, but otherwise listened to his commander. Moffle wasted no time in ‘taking care of things,’ thrusting in deep and hard without a second’s more hesitation, almost bottoming out in a single thrust. When Macaron started to scream, he took care of that too, once more slamming his lips against the sheep and sucking up the scream with a single commanding breath. And Moffle never slowed down on either end, sucking the breath right out of the sheep just as aggressively as he pounded into him. The pent-up need of the mouse was on obvious display in just how much he leaked inside of Macaron’s ass. Macaron felt practically flooded by the pre, and it splashed wildly over his gorgeously maintained fluff. “Ah! Moff! Macaron, you’re so… ungh!” Macaron was finally given a break on one end when Moffle pulled away for a fresh breath of his own, throwing his head back. There was no time for his rear to relax though, as Moffle’s change in position set him up for an even harder thrust, pushing the cock finally to full depth in the sheep’s ass, pulsing as it went. “Making me moffin’ cum this fast!” Even though Moffle said he was cumming, the mouse continued to thrust for what seemed like minutes to Macaron. However, he was too dazed from catching his breath to protest or even care about the seeming lie. Though he noticed the extra flood of something and the pounding pulsing of Moffle’s heartbeat through the dick, there was no sign that the mouse was even close to slowing down. It was only when Moffle pulled out with an audible pop and a noticeable splash that Macaron was certain that it was over. He watched hazily as Moffle backed an inch away and allowed the sheep’s legs to drop to the bedspread. Macaron was vaguely aware of his own dick still twitching at the corner of his field of vision, right next to Moffle’s, but he knew that in his state he couldn’t do anything about it. So, the sheep just opted to let out a lazy, almost contented, “Ron…” and let his body relax instead. He even allowed his eyes to shut comfortably, confident that he was at last safe. However, Moffle had other plans, and that content sigh turned quickly into a panicked stutter when Macaron once again felt a vice grip on his dick. Looking back up at the mouse, he saw that Moffle had gotten onto all four between his legs, and was shootiing him another confident glance, a twinkle in his eye. “Never leave a man behind, right, Macaron.” Before the sheep could even think to respond, Moffle slammed his lips over the ram’a dick, and with just as much force as his thrusting and kissing, started to deepthroat Macaron’s cock. “R-ron! Moffle-ron!!!” Macaron screamed, his stutter returning in a panic as Moffle sucked the life out of him once more. His hips wanted to thrust, but the commander kept him down with a forceful arm on one of his legs. The mouse had him at his mercy even now as he forced his face against that fluffy groin and drained splash after splash of pre from the twitching sheep cock. Macaron knew he couldn’t last long, and he didn’t try to. With one last, totally incoherent shout, he came hard. Though it was something of a challenge to swallow, Moffle took it all without moving his head, only allowing a few drops to linger on his tongue before he pulled away and wiped his mouth. To the pair on the bed, it had lasted a few minutes, and for Moffle it seemed to last hours, but for the bystanders still frozen in terror at the edge of the room, things had seemingly passed in an instant. One moment their cast leader had been crawling onto the bed, and the next their friend was drained of all life, passed out, and dripping wildly from his rear. “Moff, that was a good start. Should have saved you for last.” “D-did you hear what I just heard-mi!?” Tirami’s entire body was shaking too intensely for him to do anything beyond stare. He could barely even blink. When he did finally manage to, Moffle had vanished. Both the dog and the ferret found hands landing on their shoulders a moment after, and once more the background took on a distinctly terrifying hue. “Moff… so, who’s next?” Dornell reacted rationally by throwing his hands in the air and screaming, knocking his director’s chair over on his way out of the room, though leaving his camera standing firm after only a second of shaking. Tirami considered following suit, but the grip on his shoulder tightened the moment Dornell escaped. The moment he heard the door slam behind the other fairy was the moment he knew it was over for him. Still, he held on to some hope that he might be able to at least lessen the oncoming pain. “Ha ha… pretty funny gag, right-mi? You got me pretty good-” The dog was silenced by an abrupt sucker punch right to the gut. “You’re moffin’ right I do.” He was vaguely aware of Moffle taunting him when his senses came back, but by then he was hefted off the ground and lost all sense of anything except the wind until he landed on the bed face first, sliding smoothly across the silk sheets and into the headboard. “Th-thank you for your quality sheets-mi!” Tirami struggled to lift himself, still disoriented by the punch to the gut. He managed to just get himself to all fours before he was frozen again. Now that he could see his friend up close, he was utterly stunned. The sheep was breathing heavily, his eyes rolled back and white, and the sheets below him positively soaked with drool. The bastard was barely alive. “M-mi…” “Shoulda used that moment to think about your sins-moff.” Tirami’s frozen body was suddenly overwhelmed with heat that started at his rear and ran up his spine, making every inch of fur on his body stand on end. Moffle was above him in an instant, one hand gripping his shoulder like a vicious animal while the other rested almost gently on his head. Tirami had no doubt about the source of the heat, though he was proud to say that he’d never felt one back there before, he was familiar enough with a dick to know one when he felt something so hard, and long, and wet. However, the passionate heat coming off the dick was something he had not felt in some time, at least since his last tryst the night before. “Y-you can’t be serious-mi?” His mind rushed with images of the women he’d been with, and the faces they had made in the throes of passion. Now that he was on the other end, he couldn’t help but wonder if they had once experienced the same strange feeling of terror and heat. Though it wasn’t fully hard, Tirami noticed his own cock turning traitor in reaction to the warmth, swelling up just slightly and beginning to twitch. At the same time, his traitorous tail began to wag, tickling across his back. Moffle responded with a callous snicker and forced Tirami’s head into the sheets. “You shoulda seen this coming…” He huffed violently sounding like an absolute beast in heat as he leaned forward, forcing just the slightest tip of his cock inside of Tirami as he did, and whispered in his victim’s ear. “Feel that, moff? Gonna enjoy breaking you in, soldier.” Tirami considered begging for his life but when the hand left his head and slammed violently into the sheets beside him, his ears were ringing too loudly for him to do more than whimper. Moffle wouldn’t have heard him anyway, though. He would have pushed forward just as hard even with protest. Tirami’s whimpering as he was penetrated was immensely satisfying after all the trouble he had caused. The shameful tail wagging that betrayed the dog’s enjoyment of the experience made it even better. Even Tirami had trouble understanding how the violation was getting such a reaction from him. Every inch of his mind was ringing about how wrong the experience was. He even tryed to picture himself anywhere else. However, no matter how many comforting ladies he thought of, he was unable to push past the feeling of being so full of throbbing, intensely hot dick. His own dick was even starting to send off some of that familiar heat. Moffle just waited there too. It was torture, cold blooded torture. The dick just sat in his ass at full depth, pulsing grossly while Moffle stared down and watched the satisfying whimpering. “W-what are you waiting for-mi?! Just get it over with already!!” Scoffing, Moffle obliged the pathetic canine, pulling away and setting his hands on Tirami’s hips. “Moff, pathetic. No man of mine should break so easy.” He groaned and started to pull out. For just a moment Tirami felt relief, even if he knew it was the falsest hope he’d ever been graced with. “But if you insist!” From that moment there was no more lingering on the feeling. Moffle was relentless. After another animalistic grunt, his hands tore into Tirami’s hips and he pulled the dog violently against his groin, pounding him again and again with a force that was somehow impossible to adjust to. Each thrust felt new, and each one sent a wild shock over the dog’s whole body, one he had never felt before. Tirami would have felt ashamed if he had any sense of the word. His cock was at last fully out, and his tail wagged like a dog possessed. All he could manage to do to comfort himself was to bury his face in the sheets and shout, letting loose a chorus of “Mi!”s as the headboard rattled the wall in front of him. It was once more over in an instant, though it seemed like it had taken hours. Tirami wasn’t sure when he came. He honestly wasn’t sure when Moffle came, or even when he pulled out. It was only when he noticed some cold cum dripping down his leg, he had no idea who’s, that he was able to lift his head from the mattress and spot his boss sitting at the foot of the bed, breathing heavily but still hard. “Moff… you look pretty good like that, Tirami. Finally know your place, I guess.” The mouse sighed and glanced down at his hard-on, choosing to ignore the dog for now. He was starting to feel exhausted, but whatever the bastard had done to him was lingering. He wondered if it really had been too long since he’d tended to himself. Somehow, he still felt pent up. The thing was even still leaking. Neither of his men had fully recovered, but at this point both had managed to get on their feet again, or rather, on their rears. Moffle glanced back up at Macaron, who had pulled himself up to a panting seat as well against his pillow. Noticeably, it still was turned to the nice ‘YES!!’ side, and the sheep still was carrying his own dripping erection to go along with it. Tirami was significantly less relaxed about the situation but had managed to at least flip himself onto his back next to the sheep. He was comforted by a bit of friendly petting from Macaron, who seemed almost forgiving in spite of the circumstances. “Wow-ron. That was, pretty wild.” The sheep sighed and glanced up at Moffle. “Hey boss, mind if I go next? Always kinda wanted to see what sloppy seconds feels like-ron.” Moffle huffed, and Tirami shook again. “Sure thing, soldier, you earned it.” He cracked his knuckles and smiled to himself. “Guess it’s time for round two. Get your ass in gear, Tirami!” “H-help mi!!!” ----- “Pent up feelings? We can help-mi!” Triken stared at the commercial, frustrated. It was just a few shots of sloppily zoomed in faces right now, and the voice over was painfully remixed in such an obvious way that it was embarrassing. There was no way he could show this to Mr. Kanie. “We’ll definitely need to redo the voice over. This isn’t all the footage you managed to get, is it Dornell.” He groaned into his phone. Surely, he could find some miraculous way to salvage this. “Well I got a bit more, but I don’t think you wanna see it, dude. Pretty rough stuff.” The dinosaur sighed and hunched over in his chair. “I see, that bad, is it? Well, send it over anyway. If need be, I suppose I can cut it together with shots of the castle.” “Sure thing, man. Just don’t say I didn’t warn ya.” Dornell coughed nervously on the other end. “Oh uh, bee tee dubs, the hotel wanted an extra charge for the cleaning bill. You got that covered, right?” “Ah, so Mr. Tirami ended up using it after all, did he? Yes, let them know we’ll cover all expenses.” “Cool, dude. Uh, Dornell out then.” The phone beeped, and Triken let loose another sigh of exasperation as he turned back to the computer, checking to see if Dornell’s next email had arrived yet. He wasn’t particularly hopeful, but the dinosaur was certainly determined to make the best of the situation. “No matter what, I swear I will make them an appealing commercial! I’ll have them hunched over in joy for sure!”