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Chapter 2 : GRASSROOT
Grassroot's luck runs out quick.

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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "THE BIRD ALWAYS WINS\n\nBy Limewah\n\nFeaturing characters created by:\n\nGerrark\n\nFlarfenarfle\n\nVel'gahrus\n\nInu_shift\n\nSuadero\n\nPasserby\n\n18+ only\n\n``Right.'' Geek-Gecko nodded. He tapped gently on the small device nestled just in his ear. ``Grassroot, do you hear me?''\n\nCHAPTER 2\n\nGRASSROOT\n\n``Yep, loud and clear. I'll check in later if I can find someplace quiet. Have fun everyone!''\n\nWith his first fistful of chips in hand, Grassroot cast his gaze over the floor of the Pavo Royale. It definitely seemed far bigger on the inside. The vast open-plan casino was awash with activity already, with punters of all sorts swarming and settling between tables like flies enjoying a buffet of carcasses. The wait staff down to the dealers, all shapes and sizes, were all dressed the same, in perfectly crisp blue shirts with reddish-pink waistcoats, so well-fitted that they must have been custom-tailored. \n\nHe couldn't help but notice a lot of them were a bit too wide-eyed and smiley to be in their right mind. Particularly that hen who'd signed him in. Her gaze in particular had a sort of yellow glow to it, and her movements were almost animatronic in nature. She must have been freshly brainwashed. Maybe even a patron who'd just lost it all.\n\nNaturally, that wasn't going to happen to him.\n\nAt a craps table, Grassroot spied a very well dressed, slender russian blue in a sharp, silvery suit standing next to a big, rotund ermine wearing khaki shorts, cheap sunglasses, and a t shirt that said `I GOT BRAINWASHED IN STERLINGSBURG AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY T SHIRT'. A perfect example of the full spectrum of patrons in this place.\n\nThe upbeat electro swing ambience was almost completely drowned out by the sounds of chatter, and the constant clank-whirr-chunk of the strips of slot machines weaving all along the cavernous floor.\n\nGrassroot was going to stay well-clear of those; he couldn't think of a more obvious brainwashing device if he tried. Also, he was too good for games of luck.\n\nThe snake looked up. The sounds echoed and swirled up the cathedral-like heights of the Pavo Royale. Above him were a series of balconies and walkways, swirling upwards and peeling off into side rooms and other passages; presumably re-purposed hotel rooms and conference halls where the real fun with the VIPs and High Rollers took place. \n\nHe'd just have to start small and work his way up. Play the field. Really get a feel for the space, where his money would be best-spent...\n\n``Well well well, if it isn't my favourite snakey!''\n\nThe spicy scent was the first indicator, but the voice and face were just as unmistakeable. His the dog's long, well trimmed fur was brown and red and orange like a forest on fire, and he had the hips and physique of the sex-symbol movie-star he was. He was dressed for a red carpet gathering, too, dressed in a big-collared flame-coloured coat with a little black dress beneath it. Very gender-fuck.\n\n``This place attracts only the best, huh, Elias?''\n\nHearing his real name, coming from the lips of his nemesis, was like a bullet in the head.\n\nGrassroot bristled, his hands instinctively going to the hem of his waistcoat and tugging it downwards.\n\n``Hello, Enrapture,'' he said, brusquely.\n\n``Please, call me Riley, babe,'' the canine purred. ``I'm just scoping things out. Getting a sense of the competition before I rent a studio downtown...''\n\n``If you're scoping the place out, then you must know who you're dealing with.''\n\n``Gerrark?'' Enrapture said with a soft laugh. ``He doesn't scare me all that much. I've dealt with worse. Haven't you?''\n\n``I'm not here to deal with him anyway!'' Grassroot snorted. ``I'm just here to have a good time.''\n\n``I mean, sure, so's anyone! Thing is... I'm actually hoping to get an audience with the bird himself. And I'm told he loves to chat with the big winners. I'll bet he does it to suss out whether you're a good gambler or a good cheater.''\n\n``I don't think there's that much of a difference.''\n\n``Heh... true, Elias, true. In any case, I've heard the Blackjack table is a good spot to start if you want to get a little scene with that peacock. Wanna join me?''\n\nGrassroot was still not quite sure if this was a trap of its own. But if Enrapture wanted to try Grassroot under his spell, he would draw a lot of attention. Unwanted attention. Trancing someone on someone else's turf was another example of poor etiquette in Sterlingsburg...\n\nSurely he wouldn't be that stupid.\n\nThe half-moon shaped blackjack tables were covered in orange tinted felt rather than the usual green. They were all at varying heights - accommodating players of all shapes and sizes, presumably. Some dealers were standing, in the usual manner, with their punters ringed around them waiting for the next deal. They were all dressed to match the colour scheme too, with dark crisp shirts beneath orange vests.\n\nBut there was one table that drew Grassroot's eye. It was one of the lower ones, and it was surrounded by plush looking black chairs.\n\nThis table's dealer, a slightly curvy red panda girl, was sitting down. Her black hair was styled into a curly fringe, and her fur was significantly brighter red than Lux's russet tones. She wore smoky black lipstick and eyeshadow too, a little facial flourish that none of the other dealers seemed to have. \n\nMaybe she had a little more individuality than the others. A little secret rebellion against the Boss. He might be able to seduce a little more info out of her.\n\n``Cute, isn't she?'' Enrapture mutter-giggled into Grassroot's ear. ``I've got a good feeling about her. I bet I'll be fucking her by the end of the night.''\n\n``Good for you,'' Grassroot said, even as he strode, shoulder to shoulder with his rival, to the otherwise empty table. \n\nThe panda's bright, cheek-dimpling smile seemed to brighten even more as she spied them approaching. She stood from her chair and smiled. ``Welcome, sirs! Please, have a seat, make yourself as comfortable as you like!''\n\nEnrapture took a seat off to the right side, and gestured to Grassroot to take the one directly opposite the dealer. The red panda girl was already shuffling a deck with her practiced, nimble paws.\n\nEnrapture stared at Grassroot, his cocky smile widening. ``You joining us or what, Elias?''\n\nGrassroot remained still for a moment. Enrapture was a devious fucker, and he almost always had ulterior motives. He'd have to keep his guard up.\n\n``You know, if you wanna get an audience with the boss, this is a good place to start.''\n\n``How would you know that?'' Grassroot asked, glancing at the still patiently-waiting dealer. \n\n``I've got my ear to the ground. But for now, you oughta keep your eyes on the game.''\n\nThe panda dealing the cards was rather cute. She looked relatively young, and her eyes had a fangirl sparkle to them, particularly when she made eye contact with him. She looked a little smitten, and he hadn't even tried to hypnotise her. Not that he could blame the crush. He felt like he'd be letting her down if he didn't play at least one game.\n\nHe sat at the opposite end of the half-moon shape, rather than the centre next to Enrapture. He took a moment to study the flaming rosettes on the custom-made chips as he prepared his first bet. That symbol was everywhere, like a set of all-seeing eyes, constantly observing every single patron.\n\n``You feel like you're getting watched here?'' Grassroot asked Enrapture, while scratching at his ear to activate the transmitter. ``I bet there's a security camera in every one of those eyes.''\n\n``Heh... I wouldn't put that past the bird. He's got an eye for attention to detail.''\n\n``Hm, makes sense.''\n\n``Don't use the transmitter unless you've got something good for us, please,'' came the Geek's soft whisper.\n\nThe panda dealt two cards to each player, letting them slide face-up along the orange felt of the table. Grassroot had snagged himself a King and a Six. A Hit would be risky.\n\nThe fluffy-furred canine was sitting back with a grin, one hand cradling his cheek and the other lazily dragging a claw along the Queen and the Two in front of him. \n\nThe dealer, on the other hand, had a solitary ace, along with another face-down card.\n\n``Will you hit or stand, sirs?''\n\n``Hit me,'' Enrapture barked, and the dealer complied. The smirk faded slightly as another Queen was proffered to him. He shrugged and sat back. ``Welp!''\n\nThe cute panda looked across at Grassroot, that practised smile still sitting gracefully on her face.\n\nThere was no reason to overthink it. It was only the first hand.\n\n``I'll stand.''\n\nThe red panda nodded, and flipped over her upside down card. \n\nGrassroot tutted at the sight of the Jack, and played it off with a smile.\n\n``Bad luck, sir,'' the panda said.\n\n``Well, I guess I'm getting my losses out of the way first...''\n\nAs Grassroot started to push his chips across the table, the panda stood and placed her hand on top of his paw.\n\n``No no, handsome, we don't wager money at this table!''\n\nGrassroot looked at her, confused, then glanced at Enrapture. He gave him a wink.\n\nHe returned his attention to the dealer, and for a moment he swore he saw something glint in her eye...\n\n``What do you wager, then?'' Grassroot asked.\n\n``Well, have you ever played strip poker?''\n\nGrassroot might have leapt out of his seat and walked away right then and there. But he kept his cool and kept his place.\n\n``Don't worry,'' she added quickly. Her eyes glinted again. Grassroot felt a little calmer. ``We're not gonna be stealing your clothes. Just a bit of your free will.''\n\n``Free...will?'' Grassroot said, shaking his head. He felt a little bit dizzy, like something had dislodged in his mind. Were there some subliminals hidden in the speakers? Becoming aware of them made it easier to resist them, at least.\n\n``Exactly.'' the panda sat back down with a patiently chipper smile. ``This corner of mine works a little differently to the rest of the casino floor.''\n\nShe gingerly shuffled the cards, her orange-tipped claws glittering as the cards danced through her fingertips. \n\n``At most of the other tables, you bet money as normal. But here, you're wagering your braincells! ...So to speak.'' \n\n``Eh?'' Grassroot crooked his head.\n\n``The more hands you lose,'' the panda girl continued, ``The more your mind starts to slow. The more you win, the more I start to sink. And since you lost this first round, well... you're already starting to feel that loss, aren't you?''\n\nGrassroot glanced at Enrapture, who was nodding along. He tapped his claw on the table. \n\n``Look down in front of you, Elias,'' he said.\n\nGrassroot peered sleepily downwards, and when he squinted he could see a tiny nozzle. The last hints of a little spritz of odourless vapour was dissipating from it.\n\n``It's one of the Boss' house specialties,'' the red panda said helpfully, drawing Grassroot's gaze back to him. ``Now... are you in for more?''\n\n``You'll have a hard time gambling at another table with a soupy mind,'' Enrapture cajoled, with that shit-eating smirk. ``See if you can win your wits back!''\n\nHe was right. Whatever was in that vapour had softened his brain, just a little, leaving him with a disconcertingly pleasant buzz. The sharp, racing speed of his inner monologue had slowed, the individual thoughts slurring and blending together. His mind was already looking for things to hold on to and focus on. The light shows from those slot machines would almost certainly grab him by the brain and pull him into a gambling stupor.\n\nHe couldn't take that chance. He had to win his mind back here.\n\n``Let's go again,'' Grassroot said, blinking slowly and deliberately and trying to appear as stoic as possible - like a stone-faced drunkard facing down a bouncer. \n\n``Atta-snake,'' Enrapture giggled. ``I bet I can stay up longer than you.''\n\n''You're on, Riley,'' Grassroot hissed back, looking down at the next hand. This one would be his.\n\n``King and an Eight, nice one Elias~!''\n\n``Alright, I'll stay.''\n\n``Queen and Jack... sorry, sir, you lose again.''\n\nGrassroot moved to rise from the table, as if he'd be able to escape that mind numbing gas if he was quick enough. But something firm and soft pushed down onto his foot, and the surprise was enough for him to go back down to sitting. \n\nHe looked into the dim-ness beneath the table. An orange-socked paw was brushing back and forth against the top of his shoe. The fabric was the same shade as the panda girl's fingernails.\n\n''I've been working and up on my feet for about eight hours today,'' she said, answering the unasked question about the salty scent Grassroot was getting, and the slightly damp texture of the satin sock. \n\n``Uh-huh?'' Grassroot completely blanked. What had he been doing? Why had he tried to stand up? He looked at Riley - no, Enrapture. The Arcanine was looking at him with a patient smile.\n\n``If you manage to win a few,'' the panda dealer continued, ``Maybe I'll let ya cop a little feel? I bet it'd be easy for you to convince me when my mind is slow n' thick like a pina colada...''\n\nThe panda girl winked. Grassroot felt his insides jump.\n\n``Maybe the next one, champ?'' Enrapture said, though there was something different about his tone. Softer, less overtly flirtatious. Like a devil on the shoulder. \n\nNot to mention, strangely way more sober.\n\nElias hadn't won a single hand. So why did he still seem completely lucid?\n\nGrassroot couldn't dwell on it. He\n\n``Maybe the next one,'' Grassroot said with a resolute nod.\n\n-\n\n``King and Ten...'' Grassroot stared long and hard at his two cards, then looked at the two that was in front of the panda.\n\n``Go on, Elias,'' Enrapture cajoled. ``This is an easy win for you. You've got this.''\n\n``Yeah..'' Grassroot nodded, slowly and sleepily. How many times had he lost, now...? How much time had passed...?\n\nHis thighs pushed in a little bit, almost constricting the panda's toes. Her socks were tickling his crotch, stroking up and down like she was petting a lapcat. It was so hard to think straight, and he couldn't even think of how or why he had even agreed to let her mash her paw into his crotch. But it felt nice. \n\nMore and more of Grassroot's decisions were coming down to what would feel nicest in the moment. It was hard to reason past that. \n\nWhy was he here...? He was here to have a good time, wasn't he?\n\n``How much is the king worth...?'' \n\n``C'mon, you know what to do...'' the dealer said, helpfully squeezing the tip of his bulge between two thick, soft toes.\n\n''Nnnghhhhhit me!'' Grassroot hissed, his back arching.\n\n``Oh, are you sure about that?'' The dealer asked.\n\n``If you stay, you'll win,'' Enrapture added. ``Are you gonna throw this one away?''\n\n``No...'' Grassroot said, as firmly as his soggy head could muster. ``I needa... get more points...''\n\n``Suit yourself, sir~'' The dealer slid her sole along the now very-pronounced tent in Grassroot's slacks, as she turned over the next card; a Queen of Hearts.\n\n``Yesss...'' Grassroot chuckled, his tongue flitting out as he slurred. Kings were worth 10, and so were Queens. And 30 was way more than 20. That was even better than the 25 he got last time.\n\n``Looksh like I win `gain.''\n\n``That's right,'' the panda said, not even bothering to correct him. Another wave of comfortable sluggishness fell over him, and he heard the sound of his fly unzipping. His hips rolled from side to side, helping to guide his cock out into the open air.\n\n``Did I do that....?'' Grassroot groaned, suddenly self-conscious. His hands were still on the table.\n\nHe looked down to see the panda's stockinged toes pinched around the zipper. His green underwear, stained with pre, stuck out in the darkness beneath the table.\n\n``I'm just giving you a reward for winning...'' the dealer said. ``You're close to the jackpot now.''\n\nGrassroot couldn't stop himself from grinning with excitement. But he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. The rules of Blackjack floated back into his head, a tiny hint of lucidity. \n\nHe had just thrown the last few games... why had he done that? \n\nHis brain was too foggy to remember the rules, and the knowledge and awareness of that fog terrified him. \n\n``Shit, one s-second,'' Grassroot said, putting his paws against the table to push away. He became aware of something tucked away in his gums, in the corner of his mouth. A panic-button that Geek had set up for him. \n\n``If you catch yourself under the influence of any sort of drug, bite down on this. It'll counteract the effects. None of us are getting one of these, so make `em count.''\n\nIt felt like a bonbon full of needles and it stung his mouth as he cracked into it, followed by an acidic bitterness that almost made him cough. But he managed to keep him under control. He allowed that paw to continue to work, guiding the scent towards his nose...But his mind was coming back to him. His head went from feeling floaty to feeling leaden.\n\nGrassroot gripped the table, taking a deep breath in, then out again.\n\nHe looked down. His wrist-watch showed him that barely half an hour had passed since he'd sat down.\n\nAnother hand had been dealt already - of time. Her paw was still pressed into his crotch, rubbing up and down with slow dexterity and silky softness. \n\nHe was going to be thinking about those paws for the rest of the night, for sure. Maybe he could steal her away as a trophy... as long as he didn't screw up.\n\nAs he watched her work, he caught a glimpse of something beneath her long sleeves. \n\nHe was in control of himself again. Which meant he could exert some of his own magic, his ability to manipulate any fabric with his mind.\n\nThe button flew off her right cuff, and the sleeve peeled open, a fistful of cards spilling out. \n\n``Oh shit...'' \n\nThe girl looked terrified. She immediately looked up over her shoulder as she scrambled to gather her ill-hidden cards.\n\n``Using your powers out here?'' Enrapture said. ``You've blown your cover now.''\n\n``What, are you suggesting I caused that wardrobe malfunction?'' Grassroot said with a breezy sneer, while still watching the distracted panda.\n\n``Sorry sirs, j-just a moment!'' She sputtered, her paws scrabbling \n\n``Well, it hardly makes sense to continue to play a rigged game,'' Grassroot said, smiling as suavely as he could. ``I think I'll try my luck elsewhere. A pretty girl like you shouldn't have to rely on cheap tricks, though...''\n\nEnrapture whistled and laughed. ``Harsh!''\n\n``Wait! Wait. Please don't go.''\n\nThe red panda was on her feet, her handpaws resting on the table - just shy of reaching out to grab at Grassroot. \n\n``What if I told you that I could take you to see the Boss?''\n\nGrassroot paused, zipping himself up. He smiled at her. He had the upper hand.\n\n``I'm listening.''\n\n``One last game...'' she said, setting the cards aside. ``It's a... special game of endurance, yeah! And if you win, you'll get to go right to the Boss!''\n\nGrassroot resisted the urge to laugh. She was lying through her teeth. She had to be.\n\n``She's not bullshitting you,'' Enrapture said. ``I've heard of people winning an audience before.''\n\nThe snake paused and pondered. Getting to go straight to the top that soon was... quite risky, sure, but also a perfect chance to get some more juicy info. \n\n``Go on,'' Grassroot said. The panda smiled at him, sitting back down.\n\n``So... when you lost before, you felt your mind getting slower thanks to that vapour? Well... if you can take a hit straight from the source and stay standing, then you'll prove you deserve some one-on-one!''\n\nGrassroot crooked his head. ``And the catch is, if I lose then I'm going to end up just one more hopeless addict, gambling away his fortune in a constant daze?''\n\n``Sounds like a good time to me, Elias,'' Enrapture laughed, one elbow on the table as he stared up at Grassroot.\n\nGrassroot took a breath and sighed. \n\n``All right,'' he said. \n\n``Well then... have a seat, and close your eyes. It's supposed to be easier to resist that way...''\n\nGrassroot closed his eyes as requested. He squeezed them shut, and tuned out the sounds of the casino with the sound of his breathing. He steeled his mind and braced himself.\n\nWhen he opened his eyes next, he'd trance her in seconds with his own hypnotic gaze, quickly and clandestinely... \n\nHe wasn't sure what he'd do after, but he'd shuffle that bridge deck when he came to it.\n\nGrassroot was anticipating the vapour coming from below, perhaps in a stronger jet. Instead, he was hit with a sudden wave of warm, savoury, salty scent. Several days worth of sweat, well aged, a scent he was all too familiar with. One that made him... feel...\n\nIt made his cock jump to sudden attention again, as his mind dove back to the last time he was under someone's paw. Warm soft soles squishing against his face, squeezing his snout. The scent like this one, rolling into his nostrils...\n\nSomething tickled against his nose, and his eyes fluttered open.\n\nSweat-soaked fabric dangled in front of his face, swinging back and forth like a wind chime in a breeze. As the dealer wriggled her sock to and fro, Grassroot's eyes followed it. His mouth hung open, and his nostrils flared, taking in all the air through his nose to make sure he was getting every single note of the intoxicating musk-perfume.\n\nThe scent grew stronger, took up more space in his sinus. The bustle and lights of the casino were long gone, his olfactory sense overpowering all the rest. He took another deep inhale, and his cock throbbed, still at attention, and now so very close to climax. His own hypnosis fizzled out like a splashed match. His eyes began to twirl, two whirling spirals of red within twin seas of yellow.\n\n``Hey, look at you~!'' The dealer said, grinning widely. ``You're still upright, cutie! The scent of my sweaty sock didn't completely knock ya out after all...''\n\n``Uh-huh?'' Grassroot groaned. \n\n``Good job, Elias~!'' The panda said. It was nice hearing her say his name... ``You're gonna get an audience with the Boss, as promised... here, hold this a second.''\n\nShe draped the sock along Elias' snout. \n\nThe dampness and the stench cut through the drug, cut through his nerves, and pulled his thoughts apart.\n\nHis mind exploded like a firework and his nerves turned to sparklers. His throat spasmed and throbbed.\n\nSo too did his cock, as a sudden orgasm wracked his weak, sinewy body. The tent in his pants pulsated and darkened, making a dark, musky stain between his legs. After a few spurts, white blobs and rivulets of cum flowed through the porous, damp, cum-logged slacks, drizzled along like hot spilled icing. They were well and truly ruined.\n\nThe sock began to slip from Elias' face. His needy musk-drunk brain kicked his superpower into action, and the sock stopped midair. \n\nGrassroot didn't need to use his thoughts to use his powers. It was second nature.\n\nAnd there was only one place that sock belonged.\n\nIt lazily floated and curled through the air, and slid underneath his chin before the two sides rose up and crossed into a cute little bow just over his nostrils.\n\nMuch better. Much more snug.\n\nThe musk was so yummy. \n\nThe panda was speaking into a little radio on her lapel, watching him sniff and twitch and cum.\n\n``Yes, I'll bring him up- oh, that's cute! Sorry me, Boss, he just showed off his superpower again! Yeah, of course... really? W...wow, I, uhm... yes, thank you! Thank you Boss... see you soon!''\n\nHer soft paw took Elias' wrist, and she gave him a tug. He slumped into her, his serpentine head draping over her shoulder. \n\nShe began to speak, but it wasn't directed towards him. He didn't listen.\n\n``Thanks for your help, Doll,'' Honey said, stroking the back of the new slave's head. ``You're a good actor!''\n\nThe Doll nodded. ``Riley Flamewill, A.K.A. Enrapture, is very simple to impersonate.''\n\n``You're so modest...'' Honey giggled, looking into the snake's dazed, glassy eyes.''\n\n``Do you think you can copycat this snakey too?'' she asked. ``It might be handy if the real Enrapture stops by.''\n\n``It will do as the Boss commands. For now, it will change forms and assist in the capture of the other intruders.''\n\nThe Doll turned and strode away, the mask sliding back onto its face with ease. It would remain as Riley Flamewill for a short time longer.\n\nThen it would change to the next form Boss had ordered it to use.\n\n``So...'' the sweet, lovely red panda hugged Elias' arm as they walked side by side towards the giant elevator at the back of the big, bright, pretty casino.. ``I didn't tell you my name, did I? You can call me Honey.... If I can call you Hubby.''\n\n``Yes, Honey,'' Elias mumbled, too deeply infatuated with her softness and her stink to care about what he was saying, or where he was.\n\n``Let's take you to the Boss, Hubby... he's SO excited to meet you.''\n\nWho was the Boss, again? \n\nHe sniffed the sock.\n\nOh... wasn't he here to see The Boss?\n\nHe sniffed the sock.\n\nFor what reason?\n\nHe sniffed the sock.\n\nWell, the Boss would tell him what to do when they arrived at his penthouse.\n\nHis hard dick throbbed against Honey's soft hand. As they passed each floor, going higher and higher, a sharp ding made Hubby stiffen to attention a little more, made his dick dribble more seed into his ruined slacks.\n\nDing.\n\nHe grunted with each sound.\n\nDing.\n\nA new throb, a new release.\n\nDing.\n\nBlobs of cum drizzled down the leg of his pants.\n\nDing.\n\nDroplets pattered onto his shoes.\n\nBOSS' SUITE.\n\nThe door opened, and a thick wave of purple-grey smoke rolled into the room.\n\nHubby didn't cough or sputter. After all, Honey's lovely musky sock was keeping the smoke from penetrating his throat. \n\nHoney seemed used to it too, only the softest petite little cough escaping her throat.\n\nThrough the smoke, through his blurry vision, Hubby could see flame-tongues of orange light. Dozens, maybe more than a hundred... not that he could count that high anymore.\n\nA bitter chocolate chuckle rolled over them next, as they stepped out of the elevator?s light and into the low darkness. \n\n``Well, look who you've brought me, Honey.''\n\nThe voice came from somewhere at the epicentre of those lights, and the source of the thick smoke.\n\n``I'm very pleasantly surprised... I thought Grassroot would have lasted a little longer. Well done.''\n\n``Thank you, Boss!'' Honey said. She sounded so happy. That made Hubby happy too, so happy his dick dripped again.\n\n``Would it be okay if I kept him?'' The panda girl asked. ``Please, Boss?''\n\nThe many eyes gleamed through the smoke. There was a soft click-clack sound, the sound of two halves of a beak tapping together. \n\n``Hmmmm. Perhaps. But you know the rules... Boss gets first dibs.''\n\nHoney's hand squeezed Hubby's. She seemed a little bit frustrated. But Hubby was too happy and hypnotised to pay it much heed.\n\n``Bring him here.''\n\n``...Right away, boss.''\n\nHubby followed his darling deep into the thickening smoke, as it coated him and overpowered the scent of sex on his body.\n\nWhen a hand grasped the back of his head and pushed him down into a downy-feathered crotch, he opened wide and had the first taste of the most delicious cock of his life.\n\nChapter 3 will be posted the second half of March.\n\nChapters 3, 4, and 5 can be read right now over on my Subscribestar!\n\n HYPERLINK \"http://www.subscribestar.adult/limewah\" www.subscribestar.adult/limewah \n\nPreviews of the chapters below...\n\nCHAPTER 3\n\nGEEK-GECKO\n\nKHHSH\n\nVel felt his face pressed into wiry fur, feeling it surge against his face with a long deep inhale. The static had a scent to it. Acrid, thick, almost irritating... like smoke.\n\nHis sight, and now his sense of smell, were dislocated from his body.\n\nThe hallucinated scent wreathed around his face. The chill of the room felt more distance. He felt himself submerging in the pool of phantom sense, the pleasure bubbling in his nose and caressing his body... a taste sliding from the tip of his tongue to the back of his throat.\n\n``That's it, li'l lizard. Feel how warm I am? This is what you were looking for, right? You belong down there...''\n\nThere was a moaning sound, clearer and louder and less compressed than the analog image. It took Vel a moment to realise it was coming from his throat. Like he was joining in with the visuals, quoting the moan from memory, like a film he'd seen many many times and knew by heart...\n\nHis dick, unsheathed from its slit, throbbed and pulsed against his unconscious grip - when had he started rubbing? It took him a little longer than it should have to pull his hand away from his crotch, and just as he did...\n\nBVVVVVVVV.\n\nVel's hand went right back to his cock, and he began to pump. The static snowstorm was accompanied with a low drone, now. The image was coming into more and more focus. The environment seemed strangely familiar. \n\nCHAPTER 4\n\nINU\n\nInu's bleary vision came into better focus. Gerrark's dark blue toe-claws splayed, letting the little matchstick drop down to the floor. The flesh was a pale blue, springy and soft, textured more like a human's foot than a bird's. Though the toes were dextrous, and the claws were sharp. The foot lowered to where the match landed and gently pushed down into the shag-carpet floor, stamping out any potential faint embers.\n\nInu's snout felt tight - like a phantom pressure was squishing it against his face. As the foot ground back and forth, his nose tickled and his heart palpated. He imagined - no, fantasised about the feel of the sole against his face.\n\nHe was filled with hunger, with need. The sensation made him shudder and take a deep inhale. The smoke rushed in too fast, stinging the back of his throat, and he coughed and wheezed with such force that his body curled inwards.\n\n''Something the matter?'' Gerrark asked with a honey-sweet sneer. ``I know the answer already, but I want to hear you say it.''\n\n``Fffuck you,'' Inu sputtered.\n\nGerrark squawked a bitter laugh. ``Fucking me is a privilege, sweetie. Only my best mooks get that chance. And maybe you will, in time. Take another deep breath in.''\n\nThe smoke was tempting him, its dark sweet all-encompassing taste seeping out from the tip just enough to tantalise him to take in more. But he breathed through his nose, refusing to let himself inhale. He wouldn't break...\n\nCHAPTER 5\n\nKRYK\n\n``Don't scream so loud, pretty thing...'' Kryk growled, drooling all over her prey's fur and dress. ``Save your voice for when I really make you scream.''\n\nHer electric blue tongue snaked out slowly, the thin tapered tip curling downwards as it got closer to the paralysed vixen's face. The vixen turned her head away and clenched her eyes shut, shivering with fear.\n\nKryk might have toyed with the girl longer, maybe spent some time dragging that thick, warm tongue all over the girl until she was sopping wet with alien spit... but she was tranq-drunk, and horny. Fuck it.\n\nKryk's shoved her tongue so far down the fox's throat that her throat bulged, and her back arched right off of the wrecked car, limbs spasming and clawing vainly at the air.\n\nNow it was time for the fox to sing Kryk's favourite song.\n\nFirst, a few choked gulps, still terrified, thinking they're suffocating, that they're about to die, those final fight-or-flight instincts that made mammals so much fun to hunt.\n\nThe pace of those gulps and chokes, as her sharp breaths through her nose began to slow. She was tasting Kryk's venom now. It was fizzy, sweet, intoxicating, like some exotic over-ripe fruit just on the verge of fermentation. \n\nHer pupils contracted for a moment, showing off the pretty green irises... before they dilated again. The creases of fear on the vixen's face visibly relaxed, and her grunted efforts grew longer, slower. Her throat relaxed, and gulped more slowly, like she was drinking water for the first time in days.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "THE BIRD ALWAYS WINS

By Limewah

Featuring characters created by:

Gerrark

Flarfenarfle

Vel'gahrus

Inu_shift

Suadero

Passerby

18+ only

``Right.'' Geek-Gecko nodded. He tapped gently on the small device nestled just in his ear. ``Grassroot, do you hear me?''

CHAPTER 2

GRASSROOT

``Yep, loud and clear. I'll check in later if I can find someplace quiet. Have fun everyone!''

With his first fistful of chips in hand, Grassroot cast his gaze over the floor of the Pavo Royale. It definitely seemed far bigger on the inside. The vast open-plan casino was awash with activity already, with punters of all sorts swarming and settling between tables like flies enjoying a buffet of carcasses. The wait staff down to the dealers, all shapes and sizes, were all dressed the same, in perfectly crisp blue shirts with reddish-pink waistcoats, so well-fitted that they must have been custom-tailored.

He couldn't help but notice a lot of them were a bit too wide-eyed and smiley to be in their right mind. Particularly that hen who'd signed him in. Her gaze in particular had a sort of yellow glow to it, and her movements were almost animatronic in nature. She must have been freshly brainwashed. Maybe even a patron who'd just lost it all.

Naturally, that wasn't going to happen to him.

At a craps table, Grassroot spied a very well dressed, slender russian blue in a sharp, silvery suit standing next to a big, rotund ermine wearing khaki shorts, cheap sunglasses, and a t shirt that said `I GOT BRAINWASHED IN STERLINGSBURG AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY T SHIRT'. A perfect example of the full spectrum of patrons in this place.

The upbeat electro swing ambience was almost completely drowned out by the sounds of chatter, and the constant clank-whirr-chunk of the strips of slot machines weaving all along the cavernous floor.

Grassroot was going to stay well-clear of those; he couldn't think of a more obvious brainwashing device if he tried. Also, he was too good for games of luck.

The snake looked up. The sounds echoed and swirled up the cathedral-like heights of the Pavo Royale. Above him were a series of balconies and walkways, swirling upwards and peeling off into side rooms and other passages; presumably re-purposed hotel rooms and conference halls where the real fun with the VIPs and High Rollers took place.

He'd just have to start small and work his way up. Play the field. Really get a feel for the space, where his money would be best-spent...

``Well well well, if it isn't my favourite snakey!''

The spicy scent was the first indicator, but the voice and face were just as unmistakeable. His the dog's long, well trimmed fur was brown and red and orange like a forest on fire, and he had the hips and physique of the sex-symbol movie-star he was. He was dressed for a red carpet gathering, too, dressed in a big-collared flame-coloured coat with a little black dress beneath it. Very gender-fuck.

``This place attracts only the best, huh, Elias?''

Hearing his real name, coming from the lips of his nemesis, was like a bullet in the head.

Grassroot bristled, his hands instinctively going to the hem of his waistcoat and tugging it downwards.

``Hello, Enrapture,'' he said, brusquely.

``Please, call me Riley, babe,'' the canine purred. ``I'm just scoping things out. Getting a sense of the competition before I rent a studio downtown...''

``If you're scoping the place out, then you must know who you're dealing with.''

``Gerrark?'' Enrapture said with a soft laugh. ``He doesn't scare me all that much. I've dealt with worse. Haven't you?''

``I'm not here to deal with him anyway!'' Grassroot snorted. ``I'm just here to have a good time.''

``I mean, sure, so's anyone! Thing is... I'm actually hoping to get an audience with the bird himself. And I'm told he loves to chat with the big winners. I'll bet he does it to suss out whether you're a good gambler or a good cheater.''

``I don't think there's that much of a difference.''

``Heh... true, Elias, true. In any case, I've heard the Blackjack table is a good spot to start if you want to get a little scene with that peacock. Wanna join me?''

Grassroot was still not quite sure if this was a trap of its own. But if Enrapture wanted to try Grassroot under his spell, he would draw a lot of attention. Unwanted attention. Trancing someone on someone else's turf was another example of poor etiquette in Sterlingsburg...

Surely he wouldn't be that stupid.

The half-moon shaped blackjack tables were covered in orange tinted felt rather than the usual green. They were all at varying heights - accommodating players of all shapes and sizes, presumably. Some dealers were standing, in the usual manner, with their punters ringed around them waiting for the next deal. They were all dressed to match the colour scheme too, with dark crisp shirts beneath orange vests.

But there was one table that drew Grassroot's eye. It was one of the lower ones, and it was surrounded by plush looking black chairs.

This table's dealer, a slightly curvy red panda girl, was sitting down. Her black hair was styled into a curly fringe, and her fur was significantly brighter red than Lux's russet tones. She wore smoky black lipstick and eyeshadow too, a little facial flourish that none of the other dealers seemed to have.

Maybe she had a little more individuality than the others. A little secret rebellion against the Boss. He might be able to seduce a little more info out of her.

``Cute, isn't she?'' Enrapture mutter-giggled into Grassroot's ear. ``I've got a good feeling about her. I bet I'll be fucking her by the end of the night.''

``Good for you,'' Grassroot said, even as he strode, shoulder to shoulder with his rival, to the otherwise empty table.

The panda's bright, cheek-dimpling smile seemed to brighten even more as she spied them approaching. She stood from her chair and smiled. ``Welcome, sirs! Please, have a seat, make yourself as comfortable as you like!''

Enrapture took a seat off to the right side, and gestured to Grassroot to take the one directly opposite the dealer. The red panda girl was already shuffling a deck with her practiced, nimble paws.

Enrapture stared at Grassroot, his cocky smile widening. ``You joining us or what, Elias?''

Grassroot remained still for a moment. Enrapture was a devious fucker, and he almost always had ulterior motives. He'd have to keep his guard up.

``You know, if you wanna get an audience with the boss, this is a good place to start.''

``How would you know that?'' Grassroot asked, glancing at the still patiently-waiting dealer.

``I've got my ear to the ground. But for now, you oughta keep your eyes on the game.''

The panda dealing the cards was rather cute. She looked relatively young, and her eyes had a fangirl sparkle to them, particularly when she made eye contact with him. She looked a little smitten, and he hadn't even tried to hypnotise her. Not that he could blame the crush. He felt like he'd be letting her down if he didn't play at least one game.

He sat at the opposite end of the half-moon shape, rather than the centre next to Enrapture. He took a moment to study the flaming rosettes on the custom-made chips as he prepared his first bet. That symbol was everywhere, like a set of all-seeing eyes, constantly observing every single patron.

``You feel like you're getting watched here?'' Grassroot asked Enrapture, while scratching at his ear to activate the transmitter. ``I bet there's a security camera in every one of those eyes.''

``Heh... I wouldn't put that past the bird. He's got an eye for attention to detail.''

``Hm, makes sense.''

``Don't use the transmitter unless you've got something good for us, please,'' came the Geek's soft whisper.

The panda dealt two cards to each player, letting them slide face-up along the orange felt of the table. Grassroot had snagged himself a King and a Six. A Hit would be risky.

The fluffy-furred canine was sitting back with a grin, one hand cradling his cheek and the other lazily dragging a claw along the Queen and the Two in front of him.

The dealer, on the other hand, had a solitary ace, along with another face-down card.

``Will you hit or stand, sirs?''

``Hit me,'' Enrapture barked, and the dealer complied. The smirk faded slightly as another Queen was proffered to him. He shrugged and sat back. ``Welp!''

The cute panda looked across at Grassroot, that practised smile still sitting gracefully on her face.

There was no reason to overthink it. It was only the first hand.

``I'll stand.''

The red panda nodded, and flipped over her upside down card.

Grassroot tutted at the sight of the Jack, and played it off with a smile.

``Bad luck, sir,'' the panda said.

``Well, I guess I'm getting my losses out of the way first...''

As Grassroot started to push his chips across the table, the panda stood and placed her hand on top of his paw.

``No no, handsome, we don't wager money at this table!''

Grassroot looked at her, confused, then glanced at Enrapture. He gave him a wink.

He returned his attention to the dealer, and for a moment he swore he saw something glint in her eye...

``What do you wager, then?'' Grassroot asked.

``Well, have you ever played strip poker?''

Grassroot might have leapt out of his seat and walked away right then and there. But he kept his cool and kept his place.

``Don't worry,'' she added quickly. Her eyes glinted again. Grassroot felt a little calmer. ``We're not gonna be stealing your clothes. Just a bit of your free will.''

``Free...will?'' Grassroot said, shaking his head. He felt a little bit dizzy, like something had dislodged in his mind. Were there some subliminals hidden in the speakers? Becoming aware of them made it easier to resist them, at least.

``Exactly.'' the panda sat back down with a patiently chipper smile. ``This corner of mine works a little differently to the rest of the casino floor.''

She gingerly shuffled the cards, her orange-tipped claws glittering as the cards danced through her fingertips.

``At most of the other tables, you bet money as normal. But here, you're wagering your braincells! ...So to speak.''

``Eh?'' Grassroot crooked his head.

``The more hands you lose,'' the panda girl continued, ``The more your mind starts to slow. The more you win, the more I start to sink. And since you lost this first round, well... you're already starting to feel that loss, aren't you?''

Grassroot glanced at Enrapture, who was nodding along. He tapped his claw on the table.

``Look down in front of you, Elias,'' he said.

Grassroot peered sleepily downwards, and when he squinted he could see a tiny nozzle. The last hints of a little spritz of odourless vapour was dissipating from it.

``It's one of the Boss' house specialties,'' the red panda said helpfully, drawing Grassroot's gaze back to him. ``Now... are you in for more?''

``You'll have a hard time gambling at another table with a soupy mind,'' Enrapture cajoled, with that shit-eating smirk. ``See if you can win your wits back!''

He was right. Whatever was in that vapour had softened his brain, just a little, leaving him with a disconcertingly pleasant buzz. The sharp, racing speed of his inner monologue had slowed, the individual thoughts slurring and blending together. His mind was already looking for things to hold on to and focus on. The light shows from those slot machines would almost certainly grab him by the brain and pull him into a gambling stupor.

He couldn't take that chance. He had to win his mind back here.

``Let's go again,'' Grassroot said, blinking slowly and deliberately and trying to appear as stoic as possible - like a stone-faced drunkard facing down a bouncer.

``Atta-snake,'' Enrapture giggled. ``I bet I can stay up longer than you.''

''You're on, Riley,'' Grassroot hissed back, looking down at the next hand. This one would be his.

``King and an Eight, nice one Elias~!''

``Alright, I'll stay.''

``Queen and Jack... sorry, sir, you lose again.''

Grassroot moved to rise from the table, as if he'd be able to escape that mind numbing gas if he was quick enough. But something firm and soft pushed down onto his foot, and the surprise was enough for him to go back down to sitting.

He looked into the dim-ness beneath the table. An orange-socked paw was brushing back and forth against the top of his shoe. The fabric was the same shade as the panda girl's fingernails.

''I've been working and up on my feet for about eight hours today,'' she said, answering the unasked question about the salty scent Grassroot was getting, and the slightly damp texture of the satin sock.

``Uh-huh?'' Grassroot completely blanked. What had he been doing? Why had he tried to stand up? He looked at Riley - no, Enrapture. The Arcanine was looking at him with a patient smile.

``If you manage to win a few,'' the panda dealer continued, ``Maybe I'll let ya cop a little feel? I bet it'd be easy for you to convince me when my mind is slow n' thick like a pina colada...''

The panda girl winked. Grassroot felt his insides jump.

``Maybe the next one, champ?'' Enrapture said, though there was something different about his tone. Softer, less overtly flirtatious. Like a devil on the shoulder.

Not to mention, strangely way more sober.

Elias hadn't won a single hand. So why did he still seem completely lucid?

Grassroot couldn't dwell on it. He

``Maybe the next one,'' Grassroot said with a resolute nod.

-

``King and Ten...'' Grassroot stared long and hard at his two cards, then looked at the two that was in front of the panda.

``Go on, Elias,'' Enrapture cajoled. ``This is an easy win for you. You've got this.''

``Yeah..'' Grassroot nodded, slowly and sleepily. How many times had he lost, now...? How much time had passed...?

His thighs pushed in a little bit, almost constricting the panda's toes. Her socks were tickling his crotch, stroking up and down like she was petting a lapcat. It was so hard to think straight, and he couldn't even think of how or why he had even agreed to let her mash her paw into his crotch.  But it felt nice.

More and more of Grassroot's decisions were coming down to what would feel nicest in the moment. It was hard to reason past that.

Why was he here...? He was here to have a good time, wasn't he?

``How much is the king worth...?''

``C'mon, you know what to do...'' the dealer said, helpfully squeezing the tip of his bulge between two thick, soft toes.

''Nnnghhhhhit me!'' Grassroot hissed, his back arching.

``Oh, are you sure about that?'' The dealer asked.

``If you stay, you'll win,'' Enrapture added. ``Are you gonna throw this one away?''

``No...'' Grassroot said, as firmly as his soggy head could muster. ``I needa... get more points...''

``Suit yourself, sir~'' The dealer slid her sole along the now very-pronounced tent in Grassroot's slacks, as she turned over the next card; a Queen of Hearts.

``Yesss...'' Grassroot chuckled, his tongue flitting out as he slurred. Kings were worth 10, and so were Queens. And 30 was way more than 20. That was even better than the 25 he got last time.

``Looksh like I win `gain.''

``That's right,'' the panda said, not even bothering to correct him. Another wave of comfortable sluggishness fell over him, and he heard the sound of his fly unzipping. His hips rolled from side to side, helping to guide his cock out into the open air.

``Did I do that....?'' Grassroot groaned, suddenly self-conscious. His hands were still on the table.

He looked down to see the panda's stockinged toes pinched around the zipper. His green underwear, stained with pre, stuck out in the darkness beneath the table.

``I'm just giving you a reward for winning...'' the dealer said. ``You're close to the jackpot now.''

Grassroot couldn't stop himself from grinning with excitement. But he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. The rules of Blackjack floated back into his head, a tiny hint of lucidity.

He had just thrown the last few games... why had he done that?

His brain was too foggy to remember the rules, and the knowledge and awareness of that fog terrified him.

``Shit, one s-second,'' Grassroot said, putting his paws against the table to push away. He became aware of something tucked away in his gums, in the corner of his mouth. A panic-button that Geek had set up for him.

``If you catch yourself under the influence of any sort of drug, bite down on this. It'll counteract the effects. None of us are getting one of these, so make `em count.''

It felt like a bonbon full of needles and it stung his mouth as he cracked into it, followed by an acidic bitterness that almost made him cough. But he managed to keep him under control. He allowed that paw to continue to work, guiding the scent towards his nose...But his mind was coming back to him. His head went from feeling floaty to feeling leaden.

Grassroot gripped the table, taking a deep breath in, then out again.

He looked down. His wrist-watch showed him that barely half an hour had passed since he'd sat down.

Another hand had been dealt already - of time. Her paw was still pressed into his crotch, rubbing up and down with slow dexterity and silky softness.

He was going to be thinking about those paws for the rest of the night, for sure. Maybe he could steal her away as a trophy... as long as he didn't screw up.

As he watched her work, he caught a glimpse of something beneath her long sleeves.

He was in control of himself again. Which meant he could exert some of his own magic, his ability to manipulate any fabric with his mind.

The button flew off her right cuff, and the sleeve peeled open, a fistful of cards spilling out.

``Oh shit...''

The girl looked terrified. She immediately looked up over her shoulder as she scrambled to gather her ill-hidden cards.

``Using your powers out here?'' Enrapture said. ``You've blown your cover now.''

``What, are you suggesting I caused that wardrobe malfunction?'' Grassroot said with a breezy sneer, while still watching the distracted panda.

``Sorry sirs, j-just a moment!'' She sputtered, her paws scrabbling

``Well, it hardly makes sense to continue to play a rigged game,'' Grassroot said, smiling as suavely as he could. ``I think I'll try my luck elsewhere. A pretty girl like you shouldn't have to rely on cheap tricks, though...''

Enrapture whistled and laughed. ``Harsh!''

``Wait! Wait. Please don't go.''

The red panda was on her feet, her handpaws resting on the table - just shy of reaching out to grab at Grassroot.

``What if I told you that I could take you to see the Boss?''

Grassroot paused, zipping himself up. He smiled at her. He had the upper hand.

``I'm listening.''

``One last game...'' she said, setting the cards aside. ``It's a... special game of endurance, yeah! And if you win, you'll get to go right to the Boss!''

Grassroot resisted the urge to laugh. She was lying through her teeth. She had to be.

``She's not bullshitting you,'' Enrapture said. ``I've heard of people winning an audience before.''

The snake paused and pondered. Getting to go straight to the top that soon was... quite risky, sure, but also a perfect chance to get some more juicy info.

``Go on,'' Grassroot said. The panda smiled at him, sitting back down.

``So... when you lost before, you felt your mind getting slower thanks to that vapour? Well... if you can take a hit straight from the source and stay standing, then you'll prove you deserve some one-on-one!''

Grassroot crooked his head. ``And the catch is, if I lose then I'm going to end up just one more hopeless addict, gambling away his fortune in a constant daze?''

``Sounds like a good time to me, Elias,'' Enrapture laughed, one elbow on the table as he stared up at Grassroot.

Grassroot took a breath and sighed.

``All right,'' he said.

``Well then... have a seat, and close your eyes. It's supposed to be easier to resist that way...''

Grassroot closed his eyes as requested. He squeezed them shut, and tuned out the sounds of the casino with the sound of his breathing. He steeled his mind and braced himself.

When he opened his eyes next, he'd trance her in seconds with his own hypnotic gaze, quickly and clandestinely...

He wasn't sure what he'd do after, but he'd shuffle that bridge deck when he came to it.

Grassroot was anticipating the vapour coming from below, perhaps in a stronger jet. Instead, he was hit with a sudden wave of warm, savoury, salty scent. Several days worth of sweat, well aged, a scent he was all too familiar with. One that made him... feel...

It made his cock jump to sudden attention again, as his mind dove back to the last time he was under someone's paw. Warm soft soles squishing against his face, squeezing his snout. The scent like this one, rolling into his nostrils...

Something tickled against his nose, and his eyes fluttered open.

Sweat-soaked fabric dangled in front of his face, swinging back and forth like a wind chime in a breeze. As the dealer wriggled her sock to and fro, Grassroot's eyes followed it. His mouth hung open, and his nostrils flared, taking in all the air through his nose to make sure he was getting every single note of the intoxicating musk-perfume.

The scent grew stronger, took up more space in his sinus. The bustle and lights of the casino were long gone, his olfactory sense overpowering all the rest. He took another deep inhale, and his cock throbbed, still at attention, and now so very close to climax. His own hypnosis fizzled out like a splashed match. His eyes began to twirl, two whirling spirals of red within twin seas of yellow.

``Hey, look at you~!'' The dealer said, grinning widely. ``You're still upright, cutie! The scent of my sweaty sock didn't completely knock ya out after all...''

``Uh-huh?'' Grassroot groaned.

``Good job, Elias~!'' The panda said. It was nice hearing her say his name... ``You're gonna get an audience with the Boss, as promised... here, hold this a second.''

She draped the sock along Elias' snout.

The dampness and the stench cut through the drug, cut through his nerves, and pulled his thoughts apart.

His mind exploded like a firework and his nerves turned to sparklers. His throat spasmed and throbbed.

So too did his cock, as a sudden orgasm wracked his weak, sinewy body. The tent in his pants pulsated and darkened, making a dark, musky stain between his legs. After a few spurts, white blobs and rivulets of cum flowed through the porous, damp, cum-logged slacks, drizzled along like hot spilled icing. They were well and truly ruined.

The sock began to slip from Elias' face. His needy musk-drunk brain kicked his superpower into action, and the sock stopped midair.

Grassroot didn't need to use his thoughts to use his powers. It was second nature.

And there was only one place that sock belonged.

It lazily floated and curled through the air, and slid underneath his chin before the two sides rose up and crossed into a cute little bow just over his nostrils.

Much better. Much more snug.

The musk was so yummy.

The panda was speaking into a little radio on her lapel, watching him sniff and twitch and cum.

``Yes, I'll bring him up- oh, that's cute! Sorry me, Boss, he just showed off his superpower again! Yeah, of course... really? W...wow, I, uhm... yes, thank you! Thank you Boss... see you soon!''

Her soft paw took Elias' wrist, and she gave him a tug. He slumped into her, his serpentine head draping over her shoulder.

She began to speak, but it wasn't directed towards him. He didn't listen.

``Thanks for your help, Doll,''  Honey said, stroking the back of the new slave's head. ``You're a good actor!''

The Doll nodded. ``Riley Flamewill, A.K.A. Enrapture, is very simple to impersonate.''

``You're so modest...'' Honey giggled, looking into the snake's dazed, glassy eyes.''

``Do you think you can copycat this snakey too?'' she asked. ``It might be handy if the real Enrapture stops by.''

``It will do as the Boss commands. For now, it will change forms and assist in the capture of the other intruders.''

The Doll turned and strode away, the mask sliding back onto its face with ease. It would remain as Riley Flamewill for a short time longer.

Then it would change to the next form Boss had ordered it to use.

``So...'' the sweet, lovely red panda hugged Elias' arm as they walked side by side towards the giant elevator at the back of the big, bright, pretty casino.. ``I didn't tell you my name, did I? You can call me Honey.... If I can call you Hubby.''

``Yes, Honey,'' Elias mumbled, too deeply infatuated with her softness and her stink to care about what he was saying, or where he was.

``Let's take you to the Boss, Hubby... he's SO excited to meet you.''

Who was the Boss, again?

He sniffed the sock.

Oh... wasn't he here to see The Boss?

He sniffed the sock.

For what reason?

He sniffed the sock.

Well, the Boss would tell him what to do when they arrived at his penthouse.

His hard dick throbbed against Honey's soft hand. As they passed each floor, going higher and higher, a sharp ding made Hubby stiffen to attention a little more, made his dick dribble more seed into his ruined slacks.

Ding.

He grunted with each sound.

Ding.

A new throb, a new release.

Ding.

Blobs of cum drizzled down the leg of his pants.

Ding.

Droplets pattered onto his shoes.

BOSS' SUITE.

The door opened, and a thick wave of purple-grey smoke rolled into the room.

Hubby didn't cough or sputter. After all, Honey's lovely musky sock was keeping the smoke from penetrating his throat.

Honey seemed used to it too, only the softest petite little cough escaping her throat.

Through the smoke, through his blurry vision, Hubby could see flame-tongues of orange light. Dozens, maybe more than a hundred... not that he could count that high anymore.

A bitter chocolate chuckle rolled over them next, as they stepped out of the elevator?s light and into the low darkness.

``Well, look who you've brought me, Honey.''

The voice came from somewhere at the epicentre of those lights, and the source of the thick smoke.

``I'm very pleasantly surprised... I thought Grassroot would have lasted a little longer. Well done.''

``Thank you, Boss!'' Honey said. She sounded so happy. That made Hubby happy too, so happy his dick dripped again.

``Would it be okay if I kept him?'' The panda girl asked. ``Please, Boss?''

The many eyes gleamed through the smoke. There was a soft click-clack sound, the sound of two halves of a beak tapping together.

``Hmmmm. Perhaps. But you know the rules... Boss gets first dibs.''

Honey's hand squeezed Hubby's. She seemed a little bit frustrated. But Hubby was too happy and hypnotised to pay it much heed.

``Bring him here.''

``...Right away, boss.''

Hubby followed his darling deep into the thickening smoke, as it coated him and overpowered the scent of sex on his body.

When a hand grasped the back of his head and pushed him down into a downy-feathered crotch, he opened wide and had the first taste of the most delicious cock of his life.

Chapter 3 will be posted the second half of March.

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CHAPTER 3

GEEK-GECKO

KHHSH

Vel felt his face pressed into wiry fur, feeling it surge against his face with a long deep inhale. The static had a scent to it. Acrid, thick, almost irritating... like smoke.

His sight, and now his sense of smell, were dislocated from his body.

The hallucinated scent wreathed around his face. The chill of the room felt more distance.  He felt himself submerging in the pool of phantom sense, the pleasure bubbling in his nose and caressing his body... a taste sliding from the tip of his tongue to the back of his throat.

``That's it, li'l lizard. Feel how warm I am? This is what you were looking for, right? You belong down there...''

There was a moaning sound, clearer and louder and less compressed than the analog image. It took Vel a moment to realise it was coming from his throat. Like he was joining in with the visuals, quoting the moan from memory, like a film he'd seen many many times and knew by heart...

His dick, unsheathed from its slit, throbbed and pulsed against his unconscious grip - when had he started rubbing? It took him a little longer than it should have to pull his hand away from his crotch, and just as he did...

BVVVVVVVV.

Vel's hand went right back to his cock, and he began to pump. The static snowstorm was accompanied with a low drone, now. The image was coming into more and more focus. The environment seemed strangely familiar.

CHAPTER 4

INU

Inu's bleary vision came into better focus. Gerrark's dark blue toe-claws splayed, letting the little matchstick drop down to the floor. The flesh was a pale blue, springy and soft, textured more like a human's foot than a bird's. Though the toes were dextrous, and the claws were sharp. The foot lowered to where the match landed and gently pushed down into the shag-carpet floor, stamping out any potential faint embers.

Inu's snout felt tight - like a phantom pressure was squishing it against his face. As the foot ground back and forth, his nose tickled and his heart palpated. He imagined - no, fantasised about the feel of the sole against his face.

He was filled with hunger, with need. The sensation made him shudder and take a deep inhale. The smoke rushed in too fast, stinging the back of his throat, and he coughed and wheezed with such force that his body curled inwards.

''Something the matter?'' Gerrark asked with a honey-sweet sneer. ``I know the answer already, but I want to hear you say it.''

``Fffuck you,'' Inu sputtered.

Gerrark squawked a bitter laugh. ``Fucking me is a privilege, sweetie. Only my best mooks get that chance. And maybe you will, in time. Take another deep breath in.''

The smoke was tempting him, its dark sweet all-encompassing taste seeping out from the tip just enough to tantalise him to take in more. But he breathed through his nose, refusing to let himself inhale. He wouldn't break...

CHAPTER 5

KRYK

``Don't scream so loud, pretty thing...'' Kryk growled, drooling all over her prey's fur and dress. ``Save your voice for when I really make you scream.''

Her electric blue tongue snaked out slowly, the thin tapered tip curling downwards as it got closer to the paralysed vixen's face. The vixen turned her head away and clenched her eyes shut, shivering with fear.

Kryk might have toyed with the girl longer, maybe spent some time dragging that thick, warm tongue all over the girl until she was sopping wet with alien spit... but she was tranq-drunk, and horny. Fuck it.

Kryk's shoved her tongue so far down the fox's throat that her throat bulged, and her back arched right off of the wrecked car, limbs spasming and clawing vainly at the air.

Now it was time for the fox to sing Kryk's favourite song.

First, a few choked gulps, still terrified, thinking they're suffocating, that they're about to die, those final fight-or-flight instincts that made mammals so much fun to hunt.

The pace of those gulps and chokes, as her sharp breaths through her nose began to slow. She was tasting Kryk's venom now. It was fizzy, sweet, intoxicating, like some exotic over-ripe fruit just on the verge of fermentation.

Her pupils contracted for a moment, showing off the pretty green irises... before they dilated again. The creases of fear on the vixen's face visibly relaxed, and her grunted efforts grew longer, slower. Her throat relaxed, and gulped more slowly, like she was drinking water for the first time in days.

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