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Ezra - [iconname]trashypanda[/iconname]
Chapters 00-02 - https://inkbunny.net/s/3594741
Chapters 03-04 -
Things get pretty damn kinky now that Ezra is heading out on a work project for a few months. Luckily Afearnia is a good girlfriend who is more than happy to do all that's needed to see him off before he goes!
Some fun stuff here. Exhibitionism, feral anatomy, you know the whole deal. Ezra remains one of the best to write for since I can basically do whatever I want and I bet I'll conjure up a new kink for him.
This story is sort of divided weird because of the word count restrictions here, so here's chapters 2 and 3. Will be 4.
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\tChapter 03: Grander Aspirations Local and Abroad
\tAs expected, the walk home was not an easy one. Though he did what he could do keep his composure and pace, the sensation that was building in his loins caused Ezra to have to stop and take occasional breaks any time he got to an intersection and had an excuse to compose himself. In the country, outside of town where most intersections were at least a kilometre apart, this was still a lot.
\tFortunately, Afearnia was not the type to rush him. She knew what she did to him and what he was enduring due to the plug deep within his groin. She made a point to let him know by informing him that she'd attempted something like that before, so in theory she knew exactly how he felt. It was a sweet sign of solidarity even if her urethra was notably different from his.
\tStill, she was very supportive as the pair of them rambled their way down the many roads back to Ezra's place in the middle of the night. It was a very long time before they arrived on his front porch, tired and nearing collapse. Ezra was used to being up late but he didn't usually walk home from that far away and usually planned transportation if he had kinky things in mind. Like drunk driving, he knew better than to try to drive when cum-brained.
\tHe was so tired that he barely even remembered Afearnia practically fireman-carrying him over her shoulders up into his home, where she flopped him down on his bed and joined him soon thereafter. The only part about that he remembered was the pressure in his loins when he landed, the shifting mass of sperm-plug making him feel like he was on the verge of bursting.
\tAfearnia displayed surprising and impressive strength by positioning him, getting him out of his clothes, and tucking him in all while he groaned and rolled around, resisting her. Normally he'd not do such a thing – he appreciated her – but he was tired enough that it overrode his desire to be helpful.
\tOnce he was stripped and curled up in the fetal position on the bed, she slipped out of her own clothes and sidled up behind him, pressing her breasts to his back while curling around him, taking his tail between her legs while she nuzzled the back of his neck. Regardless of the pressure within him, her snuggle and his fatigue quickly rendered him unconscious.
\tBy all means, Afearnia should have been more exhausted than he was. She took that ulokar D'Krall for the camera, she set all of this up for him, and she wasn't as much of a nocturnal creature as he, yet she had more energy heading into bed. She was buzzing. Still riding the high of having that cock plug her up and practically pull her inside out. Her loins remained tender, tingly, and sore in the best possible way. So much so that she couldn't help but wedge her hand between her thighs to rub herself while trying her best to not wake Ezra up. Sure, she knew he'd love that sort of disturbance but he really needed the sleep.
\tThe sun began to rise in the morning sky before Afearnia ever made it to sleep alongside him. The glare of the morning light streaking in through the window made her groan and squint, trying to adjust her body so that she hid behind Ezra's body. It didn't work, so she crawled out from under the blankets to carefully close the blinds only to find he only had a blanket that was supposed to cover the window but had fallen to the ground beneath it.
\tOdd. He wasn't broke, nor was he lazy. This reeked of a self-made solution that worked for a bit but must have broken down recently. That was fine. She picked the blanket up and draped it over the bar erected above the window, tugging on the ends so both sides were equal and it was flat. Light still peeked into the room from the sides but at least this way the sun wouldn't be directly in her face.
\tShe stood there, grinning down at him sleeping peacefully, whimpering gently and kicking his leg like he was chasing something. She knew that dream. The feral never fully left canine kind. There was nothing quite like chasing something in a dream and catching it.
\tHowever, the longer she looked the cleared it was that Ezra was not chasing something. His cock was fully out of the sheath and he was grinding against the bed sheet, hand paw down like he was holding a mate in place. Cute.
\tAfearnia was not the type to take advantage of something like that, so she turned and left the bedroom to find the nearest bathroom. She needed some relief of her own so she squatted over it and took care of that, a pearly marbling filling the bowl alongside the golden stream. She wasn't into that sort of thing but it did look oddly pretty.
\tOnce she flushed, she returned to the bedroom, where she saw Ezra curled over himself, tongue out and panting as he thrust into the sheet again, soaking a patch through it. She still thought it was cute, but the more she actually pondered the implications the clearer it would be that he'd wake with rug burn on his sensitive shaft and knot.
\tShe was no male but she'd done some fun with transformation potions and knew that was not a pleasant thing to wake up to.
\tIn a heroic act of sexual defiance, she crawled up onto the bed and over him, pulling the sheet out from between them to expose his member. He whimpered at the sudden chill of the morning air on his moist shaft but melted when she cradled the tip with her tongue. She breathed heavily on him, letting her saliva drip down his length before taking his shaft and half-formed knot in her maw.
\tHis little whimpers turned into moans and growls as he bucked into her throat, hands on either side of her head to hold her in place as he thrust into her. He even curled his fingers in half to emulate the relative stubbiness of paws.
\tSo damn cute.
\tHowever, suckling on his meat was giving her a juicy flavour she didn't appreciate at all. His natural profile was exquisite, but she was tasting something gamey. Like wild boar. And while that sort of thing was delicious while cooked and on a sandwich with tomato and lettuce, it was not good in cum form. She had no intention of taking a swine plug to the throat, so she gave him one last lick and crawled over him a bit farther, hand on his shoulder to force him onto his back.
\tHe complied with hands folded on his chest, still lost in his dreams as his tail wagged between his legs, member flopped on his lower belly.
\tFor a brief moment, Afearnia mourned a lost opportunity to get her fist in his spade, but then she got a blast of his musky aroma so deep in the back of her snout she could taste it in her throat. Okay, she definitely wanted him inside her more than to be inside him. There would be time for that later, if he still had any energy after waking up.
\tShe straddled him and ended up with her knees on either side of his torso, squeezing for stability as she reached down between them both and cradled his surprisingly heavy member in her fingers and aimed the tip right in the middle of her plump, triangular pussy lips. She eased back onto him and sat up straight, ensuring the best angle as his rigid length slid right up into her, the knot lurching in after only a brief moment's worth of resistance. It wasn't fully formed yet, so it didn't pop in all at once but gradually. She felt every bit of friction as his flesh entered hers.
\tHe pawed at the air and made a facial expression like he was howling in dominance as his knot swelled inside her, still asleep but clearly living the fantasy in his slumber.
\tAfearnia just smiled down at him, gently gyrating her hips so that his length stirred her loins, anchored by the knot just inside. She was mostly passive, just maintaining a nice, consistent rhythm and speed, sure to not let him go more than a second or two without feeling the friction of her slick flesh wrapped around his.
\tHer hope was that this would help dislodge something inside him so he wouldn't remain as uncomfortable as he was prior to falling asleep. It wasn't the same passage inside but it should help.
\tOf course it took some time. She tugged gently, kept gyrating her hips in consistent motions, paused to clench and press down as far as she could go, then repeated the process until she noticed a wince on his face. At first he had just been licking the air and biting nothing with a smile, but once she felt his loins begin to twitch like he was climaxing inside her and filling her with what he liked to call 'puppy batter', he got that wincing snarl of discomfort on his face again. She knew what that meant.
\tSo she leaned down and nuzzled into his neck, play-growling into his cheek while nipping his shoulder and prodding him with her own cheek, all while clenching and tugging on his knot with her loins. This was the best way to stimulate a knot and draw out all the seed he had to offer.
\tNothing happened at first. As expected. Just the sperm plug stuck in there somewhere, forcing pressure to build up deep within him, growing more intense with each passing second. His folded hands on his chest lashed down and grabbed her hips, clenching down on her thigh muscles as he growled and whimpered, the pressure getting to be too much for him.
\tShe simply whispered in his ear. “Relax. It will come and so will you.” Into his ear with a soft, encouraging voice.
\tIt didn't work, at least not immediately. He kept growling and whimpering intermittently, unsure if he was on the cusp of climax or in discomfort. She kept clenching and tugging, grinding and bouncing on him until she felt him tense up, every muscle in his body constricting and his lips peeling back in a teeth-baring snarl.
\t“You can d-” she started, only to be interrupted as he howled and bucked into her, a veritable eruption of his seed exploding into her accented by the weight of a fist sized mass shooting from his shaft and against her cervix.
\tHer eyes crossed and she threw her head back, swallowing to counter the intensity of the filling in he loins. She was athletic and well toned but she was thin enough that the seed eruption and sperm plug actually made a visible bulge in her lower belly, a little button pressing out between her belly muscles. Not as strange an occurrence when taking all of a ulokarian cock under the influence of potions but significantly more impressive when it was raw and natural.
\tHotter, too. Much more attractive knowing her man did that and not some beast. There was a time for love, and a time for primal lust. There was a difference, and that was wholly the difference.
\tLuckily the potion had worn off almost entirely because if her womb had still been gaped open and inviting all cum inside that fist-sized knot of a plug would have lost itself beyond her cervix and may have needed help to extract. AS it stood, it ended up filling in that spot at the end of her canal, a pocket next to her womb's opening and just beyond his tip. The cock tip that kept erupting all the built up seed his balls had been producing ever since being plugged up and unable to eject.
\tIt took her a moment, but she did eventually collapse on him with his knot still tied inside her, pussy swelling and inflating with his seed and the released plug floating inside her. That wasn't gonna be pleasant to pass when he pulled out, but she was fine with it.
\tFinally relieved of the pressure, Ezra was able to splay out and relax again. Still asleep, he let his maw gape with tongue out, arms folded on his chest.
\tAfearnia wasn't sure if it was just the satisfaction of giving him release or if fatigue had finally caught up to her, but she collapsed on his chest with her muzzle nestled between his neck and shoulder, knot still swollen inside her as sleep took her.
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\tThat knot was an impressive one. It stayed at full girth, locked in for what felt like a full night's sleep but in reality was only a few hours. Though not recommended long term, sometimes a power nap was all one needed to wake feeling fully refreshed.
\tBy the time Ezra woke with Afearna passed out on his chest, her breasts pressed to his, it was some time around midday. He was tired, but no more than any other night. He knew he wouldn't be able to pull another late night like that without some midday nap, but he seemed awake enough to get something done. Even if it would require him to work hard at it.
\tProblem was, Afearnia was asleep and breathing heavily on his chest, her pussy gripping his knot tightly and the weight of her body mixed with the angle of the pair of them tugging gently.
\tHe should have felt sore, literally being tied to her overnight, but he wasn't. Maybe it was the relief that came from that plug no longer being lodged deep within him, or maybe it was just the affection he felt for her. He couldn't be certain, all he knew was that he was happy to feel that sweetest of release.
\tEzra was so lost in his meandering thoughts that he hadn't noticed his subtle shifting had awoken Afearnia. She was looking up at him, chin on his chest and eyes staring into his. She grinned and stuck just the very tip of her tongue out at him. “Blep.” He poked her tongue, which she promptly sucked back up into her mouth before letting it slip back up.
\tShe practically purred at him while she got up into a sitting position, still straddling his hips with knot plugged in her. From that angle and with what light sneaked into his room, he could see that her belly was lacking in definition, slightly rounded and bulged. Normally she had clearly defined abs but not today.
\t“You pregnant or something?” He joked, then his ears immediately went up and his eyes went agape as his mind tricked him into actually considering that a possibility for a split second.
\tAfearnia laughed, her every heaving shift of her weight tugging on his cock and making the sloshing mess within her churn. “Yeah, absolutely. Whole litter of Oomin, Ulokar, and Leggy Bois. And they all grew at the same time in the last few hours.” She draped her hand over his snout to force his chin to his chest so she could stare directly into his face. “It's a bit of cumflation, silly boy.”
\tHe blinked. He'd never actually heard anyone use the term out loud before; usually it was something typed or joked about but never actually used. “Oh.” Was all he could say. Then, because he was in a bit of a silly mood and wanted to relieve the tension, he poked her rounded belly to feel the sloshing inside. “You're like a flesh balloon.”
\tShe licked her teeth and bit the air. “Sure. You did this to me.” she accused.
\tEzra flushed under his fur.
\t“Okay, yeah, that's actually pretty hot. You did this to me.” She repeated with a more sultry tone. “So how are you going to make it up to me?”
\tHe avoided eye contact for a few seconds. “I don't know. I thought the journey was its own reward?” He winced to himself, face contorting as he waited to see how she responded.
\tJust then, as she was about to make some witty come back – he was sure – the released tension of their banter helped his knot to shrink just enough that he popped out of her and she gushed his cum all over his midsection, the slimy mess of it all pooling around his balls, creeping in between them and his vulva, and cascading over his narrow hips to soak into the bed sheets.
\tThey both just stared at each other, raising opposite eyebrows at the same time.
\tAfearnia shifted forward to lean in close and press her snout to his before extending her legs and pulling herself off his knot, letting his shaft slip out of her with an audible squelch followed by the juicy flow of more of the mess he had pumped into her. “Your sheets, your job to clean. I'm going to go let this thing out.”
\t“What th-” Ezra started to ask as the memories of the night prior came to him. “Oh, right.”
\tShe rolled off him and jauntily hopped off the bed, her little stub-tail wagging as she walked like a model into the bathroom. She left him in a literal puddle of his own mess.
\tIn truth, he wasn't even sure he wanted to clean the sheets. The musky scent would soak into them and he'd get to sleep basking in it every night.
\tThen he thought about that a bit more and nearly gagged. No, that was not right. He liked his own scent but it was not acceptable to sleep in it. Or was it? No, no it was not. Part of him wondered why in the world his mind would go to those kinds of places when he was able to piece together that he'd been more receptive to his masculine musk ever since being reborn and getting his female parts. It wasn't hard to decipher that it was his female parts and associated hormones that were making him revel in his own stank.
\tIn truth, he hated to even admit to himself that he loved it. The musk was so strong he could taste it in the back of his throat as he inhaled. It didn't only tasted delicious, but it also made his loins swell once more. Not his knot, that was shrinking and disappearing back into its sheath, but his vulva. His pussy was eager for his own scent. Interesting.
\t“Got it!” Afearnia called out from the nearby bathroom a moment after Ezra heard a splashy plonk. “You wanna give this depths-cursed thing one last look before I flush it?”
\tHe considered it for a moment before realizing his innate desires had more to do with his own canine aroma than anything else. “I'm fine!” He called back.
\tA moment later, the toilet flushed and she strolled back into the bedroom. “Wow that thing stunk.” She waved the air in front of her face.
\t“A good stink, right?” He suggested.
\t“No, a real stink. Like wild animal. Turns out I am not as into gamey treats as you are.” She extended a hand to him to help him up from his position sitting on the side of the bed opposite the mess. “So I take it you've decided to...let this turn crusty or something?”
\tRight. It wouldn't just be the musk that remained. “No, I'd love for it to-” He paused, not sure how to breach the topic without sounding like a cum-gremlin. He was a horny canine but he had some dignity. But then he remembered that she was as much a freak as he was so he ignored anything telling him to keep to himself. “I'd love for it to soak in permanently, but yeah, crusties are not fun to sleep in. Plus I think it might just be my female hormones telling me to like the aroma. I've always liked my own brand but this feels different.”
\tShe nodded and grabbed his hand to hoist him up. “Sounds about right. You're just at the tail end of your adjustment period, aren't you?”
\t“I mean, I'm old enough now and I still felt like I was in an adjustment period prior to the whole rebirth thing. I don't think I'll ever be past it.” He admitted. “How about you?”
\tAfearnia posed with her hands on her hips, trying to look powerful but wasn't able to hide the subtle shakes of her tail nub. “I've got this figured out. Maybe I'll have to train you in the ways of the spade!” It was subtle, but Ezra could swear he saw her magenta eyes glint in the morning sun. “Now get up, we gotta get some food in you.”
\tHe passed her to lead her back to the kitchen. “Okay but I-”
\t“You're not cooking, I am.”
\t“Not your house, babe, not your job.” He darted out of the room and tried to close the door behind him, locking her in the bedroom. “Besides, don't you cook for work?” He shouted through the door at her. He was not expecting the intense strength that pressed out against the door.
\tShe poked her head through and wedged her foot against the ground to keep him from closing it again. “You're not gonna win a test of might with me. I've been in many mosh pits in my life. Plus you're all tall and lanky and I'm a bit more compact.”
\tIt pained him to admit this to be true but he couldn't deny her. “Fine. But I-”
\t“You what? Get to cook next time? Your eggs were good but I wanna do something special for the occasion. Shut up and I guess be the man in this relationship. Well, one of the men.” She rubbed her chin, remembering the other members of the poly group. “It's okay to let your bitch do some cooking. I like doing it. Now sit down and wait patiently for food. Come on.” She grabbed his wrist and dragged him out of the room, both nude because they didn't need to feign modesty.
\tShe literally used her foot to push him down onto the dining room chair, pinning him in place as she hovered over him, grinning down at him. There, she told him in as simple a way she could that he wasn't to move, only to point and answer when she asked a question. This meal was on her, even if she had to use his supplies.
\tAs a joke she started making fake disparaging comments at herself in a posh accent, like she was on a cooking reality show. However, it didn't take her long to collect the things she needed to make him a traditional breakfast.
\tShe started with potatoes. Full, thin-skinned potatoes. She tossed a half dozen small ones in a pot of boiling water with enough salt to make the water taste briny. She let those boil while she was prepping the rest of the meal.
\tNext, she chopped up some onions, bell pepper, a single hot pepper, and some garlic cloves into tiny little cubes. Then she chopped up another onion, this time in long strings and half rings. Once all of that was chopped, she chopped a stick of butter in half and tossed the smaller end into a skillet with the half ringed onion slices. It wasn't turned on yet, just prepping.
\tNext, she pulled the potatoes from the boiling water, with them having cooked most of the way through, then cut them each into quarters then slices. Each one a perfect bite size. She turned on the skillet with the butter and onion, and once the butter was melted and the onion was growing translucent she tossed in all six potatoes and tossed it to ensure everything was coated in butter. It got to relax a bit and sizzle while she focused on other things.
\tWhile the fried potatoes were crisping up, she got Ezra to guide her to the next set of ingredients. Eggs, Lemon Juice, fancy mustard, salt, and more butter. She tossed some of the extra butter in a second skillet pan, and once it was bubbling and at proper temperature, she tossed the second batch of onion, bell pepper, hot pepper, and half the garlic in all at once. This one was on high heat because she wanted a little char on it.
\tOnce the garlic browned and the onions were semi-clear, she tossed a pinch of brown sugar in to help with the caramelization. Another flash fire of the pan, and everything was appropriately sweet and smoky. Perfect.
\tAnother toss of the potatoes, then she warned Ezra he might want to close his eyes. He thought she was being silly but regretted it when she dumped half a bottle of hot sauce into the pan with the onions and hot peppers. This de-glazed the pan, peeling up the charred bits from the skillet while erupting spicy clouds into his kitchen, spice clouds strong enough he actually had to leave the room.
\tAfearnia apologized and called out to him, telling him it'd be fine in a few minutes.
\tShe took that few minutes to scrape out all she could from the pan, then pour it into a plastic container, which she put to the side. Next she tossed the butter into a pan and got it sizzling while she tossed the eggs, lemon juice, fancy mustard, and salt into a second plastic container, where she used an immersion blender to turn it into a consistent, silky yellow. Once that was done, she kept mixing it with the blender while adding the sizzling butter. Eventually the entire concoction had a glistening complexion that looked nearly golden. Next, she used the same immersion blender into the micture of pepper, garlic, and hot sauce.
\tOnce both sauces were completely blended, she returned to the potatoes, which had crisped up nicely. She tossed them a few times and used tongs to flip what was needed to ensure all of them were equally cooked. Content, she got two plates out and divided the pan fried potatoes between them, sixty and forty percent in Ezra's favour. He was bigger than she was and needed more. Plus she was used to eating less food more frequently.
\tContent with the divide, she used that same skillet and cracked open six eggs one after another, letting them cook in the remaining browned butter and garlic remnants. She put a lid on top for about a half minute to let the top solidify without compromising the yolks.
\tOne by one, at the same rate and in the same order she placed them in the skillet, she plucked them out and placed them on top of the potatoes. Three on each plate.
\tNearly done, she grabbed a block of extra old cheddar from the fridge, the sort that was so old it was hard and white instead of the more traditional soft and orange.
\tShe used a hand shredder to sprinkle the finely shredded cheese onto both plates of potatoes, the tiny strands of it melting into the surface of the eggs. Once the plates had a thin layer of cheese covering their entirety, she felt confident, so she grabbed a baster and was about to use it on the yellow sauce when she shrugged and tossed it back into the drawer.
\tFinally, she used the yellow sauce and let it trail over the potatoes and cheese and eggs in a tightly woven zig zag pattern, covering the whole plate. Next, she did the same with the spicy red sauce, but perpendicular to the first, creating a grid of red and yellow sauces over top a bed of cheese, potato, and egg.
\tFinally, she grabbed some green onion from the fridge, chopped up a few stalks, and divided the angled slices onto the top of each plate.
\t“And there you have it! Breakfast poutine!” She said with a flourish as she tossed the last few rings of green onion. “Not too fancy but breakfast really shouldn't be. It's one of the more complex breakfast recipes I know. And if you're ever potion drunk or hung over, it makes up for an excellent wake up cure. Eat! Tell me what you think!”
\t“I think you're mad.” Ezra said with a laugh. “But this looks excellent! Am I going to die from the spice?”
\tAfearnia shrugged and wiped her hands off on a towel. “Probably. Don't worry, I'll bring you back with my mouth.” She gave him a wink then sat down at the table next to him, fork in hand. “Eat up, I'm not allowed to start until you do.”
\tEzra nodded in approval and stabbed one of the perfectly fried potatoes. He brought it up to his mouth, but right before he did, he stopped and sniffed it. Then feigned putting it in his mouth again, then stopped. Just to tease her.
\t“IF you don't put that potato in your mouth I'm going to shove it down your throat. Dear.” Afearnia threatened playfully. “I'm hungry and just used the last of my energy to cook.”
\t“Sorry, I couldn't help it! I hear you eat with your eyes and nose first, right?”
\t“Eat.” Afearnia insisted, not letting him meander any longer.
\tAnd so he did. He got a perfect first bite with a bit of egg, a bit of potato, a melty chunk of cheese, and a blend of both the sauces. In truth it wasn't anything that was going to change his life, but it was an absolutely flawless version of exactly what it was. The potatoes were perfectly crispy on the outside, fluffy on the inside. The cheese was melted but still held its shape for the most part. The egg was cooked all the way through but not burnt and the yolks were as silky as possible while still being fully cooked. And the two sauces really brought it all together.
\tThe yellow sauce was silky and light but balanced perfectly with the more intense, smoky and slightly chunky red sauce. The quick frying of the peppers in burnt butter before adding it to the hot sauce gave it a smokiness he wasn't expecting, accented by a sweetness that came from the caramelization of the peppers and onion.
\tAll in all, it blended perfectly into a breakfast poutine. As she called it when she was speaking in the silly accent, elevated comfort food.
\tHe wanted to kiss that chef, whether there was a fork with food in the way or not.
\t“Absolutely impeccable.” He whispered as he swallowed the last bite, which was the entirety of a single egg yolk and a blend of all the other elements at once. “Can I order seconds?”
\tShe narrowed her gaze at him and took his plate over to the sink. “No, it takes too long to cook and-” She paused to lean back and glance at the nearest clock. “Yeah, I have to get to work.”
\t“Oh right, work!” Ezra exclaimed suddenly. “I forgot about that! Here, let me help you with dishes then we can head out. You wanna shower first?”
\tShe leaned into him, nuzzling his shoulder as she washed one of the skillets that had been soaking. “Yes. I love your scent but I'm trying something new at work and I don't think clients wanna smell you and farmyard on me. Or maybe they do. I'd rather try it neutral first and go from there.”
\t“Fair.” Ezra agreed.
\tThey finished up the cleaning, shared a shower, and headed out.
\tChapter 04: Workplace Benefits
\tDespite the exhausting overnight experience, Ezra found himself strangely energized. That little bit of a nap mixed with his overall enthusiasm for his time with Afearnia gave him a hop in his trot and a wag in his tail. He was excited and he wasn't even expecting anything in particular. As far as he knew, the pair of them were going to The Near and Dear where she worked, she was gonna treat him to a meal, then they'd go their separate ways for the day.
\tThat was all they planned.
\tBut when they got there, Afearnia took him to the side where they could speak in private. Right where the dining area of the establishment met the kitchen.
\t“So, I don't imagine it's a problem but I needed to run something by you before you left.”
\tEzra's ears perked right up and his tail halted its wag. “That's never a good way to-”
\tShe noticed the distinct shift in his mood and cut him off before he could trick himself into misery. “Oh, it's nothing like that. Or anything bad. Like I said, I'm sure it's not a problem but it's definitely something I wanted to share and explain so there was no confusion later.” Her nub tail wagged as he leaned into hum, her chest pressing to his and her palm on his neck.
\tHe was hesitant but let his tail sway gently again. “Okay, out with it.” He hated sounding short with her but he was so used to people doing this to him and it never being good news that he couldn't help himself. His automated response was to doubt.
\tShe gave him a gently pat on the cheek, almost patronizing if she wasn't so endearing. “I'm working on getting a promotion here.”
\t“And why would that be of concern? You're a sous-chef, right?” His ears lowered with concern.
\tAfearnia bit her lower lip. “Yeah, I don't really aspire to be a chef. Not here. If I'm going to get a raise in the kitchen, I'll probably start my own place or do catering or something. I love it here, I love who I work with and I love my bosses but I'm very comfortable in my place in the kitchen.”
\t“Heh. Makin sandwiches?”
\tShe slapped him again, this time firm but still playful. “I'll remember that next time I spend the night.” She winked and bared her canines. “No, I am expanding my role here.”
\tEzra knew what this meant. The Near and Dear was an adults only establishment with four quadrants. The first was the restaurant where she worked, and the other three were decidedly exotic in nature. In the middle was a theater for putting on shows, most of which were lewd or outright explicit. Sex shows, stripping, displays of new and erotic potion applications. The opposite side of the main floor was a bar or tavern where drinks and music played. Afearnia played in a progressive punk band there as their bassist and backup singer. She wasn't great, but she loved it.
\tThen on the second floor was a brothel. Where guests could buy the time of the dancers or performers to enjoy a more paws-on approach to potions. She already worked both the tavern and restaurant quadrants, so if she was expanding it could only mean the shows or brothel work.
\tRather than act aghast like most would, Ezra huffed as his ears went up and his maw gaped in a broad grin. “Oh, that'll be fun, won't it? What all does that entail?”
\t“That's still up for discussion. I wanted to try out for both roles. I love the idea of performing, obviously, but I also have a lot to offer in a more intimate setting. As I'm sure you know.” She walked a couple fingers up his chest to flick him on the chin. “And you know paw-first that I make for an excellent performer when I have an audience.”
\tEzra's thoughts flashed back to the night before, the ulokar cock plunging into her and nearly pulling her inside out. The mess of potion goop slathered all over her taut, distended spade lips was an especially powerful visual. He'd have enjoyed it more directly had he been able to pleasure himself but the sperm plug was in him the whole time so he was forced to watch and not seek release.
\t“Did you think I'd have a problem with that or something?” He asked.
\t“Not at all.” She huffed an amused laugh. “Honestly I wouldn't care if you did. Well, okay, I would care but we have pretty clear rules and boundaries. My body my choice and all that, so I'd still do it. I just like to make sure my partners know what I'm up to before I do it. I can be bold. Sometimes too bold, if we're being honest. If I hadn't prepped beforehand with Rex, D'krall woulda killed me.”
\tAh yes, D'krall. That was a gloriously feral beast of a partner, and Ezra could tell that Afearnia loved her time with him. “You had the potion, that should do most of the work, right?”
\tShe nodded. “Most of it, but I still needed to know my limits, the right angles, and his behaviour a bit before letting him take me.” One of the servers walked by them with a platter of breakfast foods including eggs, toast, and bacon, so she paused before continuing. “As for here, I love to perform. Not sure if I've got anything special to offer, though. I'm pretty basic.”
\t“You're more than basic, you're excellent.” Ezra said as he pulled her into a hug.
\tAfearnia put her hands up between them to keep him from completing the hug. “Ugh, don't get all sappy with me. I know I'm awesome. I just mean that I don't have any specialized abilities. I can't swallow people whole or transform or any of that. I'm just a basic bitch with basic anatomy and no magic. All I have is a good aura and strong stage presence.”
\t“True.” He conceded. He wanted to make a joke about how she only was with her band because she was fun to watch, not because of her skill, but he opted not to be mean-spirited even if it was a joke. He didn't like it when people said stuff like that to him so he wouldn't do it to others. Plus, she wasn't terrible or anything – better than him, that's for sure – she just wasn't quite as talented as other progressive bassists they knew. That said, she had a lot of stage presence, she was correct about that.
\t“So I want to see how well I do performing for a crowd. And I want to offer myself as a brothel worker.” She flicked him on the nose before he could make a quip. “And no it's not for self esteem issues or anything like that. Again, I cannot overstate how awesome I am. I just think it would be fun! I love your cock and all that, and I love Vvilfred's and Therris's and anyone else that I've trusted enough to share myself with, I just want to try new things! You have any idea when the last time I had a dragon was? No? Me neither. It's been years. Ever been with a buck? Bucks love bitches because their cocks tend to be long and slender and bitches are tight as hell, especially right at the spade.”
\tEzra had to gulp to not let her enthusiasm get him too excited. She was right, and he was actually curious about those things as well. He'd only had a pussy for a few months now and he had only really experienced a few partners; like Afearnia he had a whole world of cock to explore. That's why he was so eager to encourage her instead of being jealous like some would. He could relate, and even if he couldn't he knew she wasn't seeking others out of desperation but a sense of adventure.
\tShe continued. “And Fidget will be supplying me with potions directly from NoThEn, so I can experiment with a lot of other kinks and fetishes. Gonna do some solo performances first before doing group shows. I know Nantang shows up a lot and I'd love to feed myself to that monster cock of his.”
\tCock vore. Something Ezra had only the faintest bit of experience with, yet something he'd wanted to try more in his life. Best he was able to do as a pred was with the aid of a potion prior to his transformation therapy. He found a friend who was able to shrink to the size of his fist, and he fed that friend to his cock only to have him get stuck behind the knot. Fun times but he ended up plugged up in much the same way he had when the Oomin's sperm plug sealed him up. He'd wanted to feel what it was like to swap roles, and the only time he'd done anything like that was between Ceylon and Ilorek.
\t“That sounds like fun! I'd love to watch, if you don't mind.” He suggested enthusiastically with an aggressive nod of his head and wag of his tail.
\t“I was hoping you'd say that because I'm doing my try-out today after my shift. So if you wanted to watch I'd love to show off for you again. And honestly, if I'm not good enough then I'll at least go home happy knowing I made you happy.” She wrapped a hand around his snout before he could make any more silly comments. “And before you say, yes I know I'm good enough. You don't need to think all your corny thoughts aloud. I just mean it's a bit of a wild swing for me. I'm prepared to not succeed, I know they love me here.”
\tHe slowly pulled out from her cupped palm, holding her wrists in his hands. “I wasn't going to say anything like that.” He lied. “And I'd love to watch you. Always!” His tail wagged.
\tShe pecked him on the snout, a cute little kiss. “Good. Now get the heck outta here, I gotta work and you can't just loiter all afternoon. I finish my shift about 15:00 and do my performance at 16:00. Right around nightfall.” She forcefully spun him around, smacked him on his rump cheek, and didn't even wait for an answer before disappearing into the kitchen and leaving him in the hallway.
\tEzra opened his maw to protest but didn't catch her in time. “Well, okay then.” He said to himself as he watched her nub-tailed rump turn behind one of the prep stations.
\tThis was a bit of a turn of events for him, but he wasn't averse to spending some time alone. He had brought a laptop so he was able to do some reading or research about his upcoming trip to Arrenthen. He knew the basics but the more he could investigate the archaelogical dig sites there, the better. He had some theories about the area's history and needed to find proof.
\tWell, having met Ceylon and confirming his suspicions, he knew his theories were correct. The problem was that now he was trying to cover it up. Part of his agreement was that he was to keep their immortal secrets. He couldn't just go telling everyone that Princess Talba was an immortal goddess of the Land. Well, he could, but he'd be rightly ostracized and by all means Ceylon would be right to reverse the permanent transformation bestowed upon him, so he had no interest in that.
\tOf course he also knew based on what experienced he'd had with Ceylon and the others that they weren't the type to be cruel. Still, he didn't want to take that risk. The only problem was that his job was a journalist, seeking out truth where others dared not trek. Carefully reading historical documents and putting pieces together was what made him theorize that Ceylon was more than they claimed to be.
\tAs it turned out, he was also immortal in a different way. While they were truly immortal, Ezra and a handful of others were resurrected. He vaguely remembered some of his past lives but had a hard time truly discerning what was fantasy and what was reality. That was something he'd figure in time.
\tBut before he confirmed his theories with Ceylon and got bribed with that spade of his – a permanent transformation gifted by Ceylon herself via a rebirth ritual – he had booked a trip to Arrenthen to investigate the ruins and confer with scholars there. He was in for an interesting time.
\tFor now, he had to fill his afternoon with something to keep him busy until Afearnia was done work. So he left the Near and Dear without ordering anything – she'd already fed him well – and meandered around downtown.
\tNorth Klyneth remained a lovely area in spite of its population. Mostly because it was a hub for every different race and subspecies across the various lands. Most nations had one or two primary races but Saff'Rald was the only place that didn't have any one race that was more represented than another.
\tIt was nice. People mostly got along, there was diversity of culture that was unmatched in all of Dalon, and the city acted as hub for commerce to all other areas. Of course there were some bigots and shit-for-brains out there but for the most part Klyneth was an oasis of diversity. This worked well for Ezra since he was one of the people who loved sampling a bit from every culture.
\tThis could mean food. Or it could mean cock and cunt. Both were true to him. He was always eager to try different things and hated how some people refused to date outside their species. Sure, there was a reason knot fit perfectly into knot pockets on lady canines but it was a wholly different feeling to have a stallion flare pummelling that same passage. His opinion was that it made no sense to purposely limit oneself in that way.
\tClearly Afearnia felt the same way. They were all in that polycule with canines, floral golems, deer, bunnies, horses, kirin, and hippogryphs – plenty of genital diversity – but that left out a lot of other options. Ezra was heading to Arrenthen and would likely explore some of the local meat there, so it made sense Afearnia would stay behind and explore her options.
\tThe joys of not being monogamous. Fewer restrictions, less jealousy. Sure, some jealousy could still crop up but a healthy relationship was good at avoiding it. Not perfect, but better. It worked out for everyone to simply be open, honest, and forthright. It wasn't worth fussing over; as far as he was concerned, her performing for others at work or even at home was no more egregious than if she cooked for someone else and she did that already.
\tHe opened up his laptop while sitting at an outside cafe, back to a wall and flanked on one side by an ornate metal and wood fence that surrounded the patio. He'd ordered a rich coffee and some leaves to suck and chew on. Couldn't smoke in public, which was mildly inconvenient for him, but he understood.
\tThere, he sipped his drink while going over the details of his upcoming trip.
\tEzra worked for the Klyneth academy of Science and Magic in their journalism division. He wasn't a student, the establishment was for education and for research and his work was important. Most of what he did was investigative journalism. Investigating corrupt companies and their unethical practices, uncovering truths about cold cases, or sharing news of a person or event that might do good to share with the world.
\tOf all the companies Ezra had investigated, he found only a handful that were devoid of any unethical practices or proof of literal war crimes. One of them was NoThEn Labs, a company that sold potions out of Caiden City in Yelrit – a nation across the Ijimulian from Saff'Rald. This company was run by Ceylon A'Merone, a black and white gryphon that resembled one of the dozen deities of old.
\tFurther investigations into the company took Ezra back generations and eras, and things didn't add up correctly. There was no way this company could do the things they did – Namely, put out large amounts of incredibly powerful potions – at the rate they did with the quality they had without resorting to exploitation or other unsavoury behaviour. He'd seen other potion companies fail to compete with inferior product and they were chased by a history of literal war crimes.
\tSo of course something was wrong there. No company could do that and cover it up or keep it from public knowledge. Yet, despite Ezra's extensive research he could find no evidence of wrongdoing on the part of NoThEn Labs and its CEO, Ceylon.
\tLacking an explanation, Ezra started theorizing about something shady going on beneath the surface. He didn't know what he expected, but when he started cross-referencing the other companies that somehow managed exceptional products or services without any shady business practices, he noticed a trend.
\tIt was exactly as one might imagine. He was up all night, torn ragged with a smoke dangling off his lower lip with a poster board with various articles and pictures of twelve individuals and six companies, all connected via yarn and pins.
\tSix companies, twelve individuals. And each of the twelve individuals shared names and likenesses of the Gods of the Cradle of Dalon, the oldest religion known in the world. Ceylon and Leera worked together in Klyneth. Yelena and Sanfrit operated out of Yelfrit, which in retrospect was so obvious given the portmanteau of their names. Ilorek and Valencia also worked in Saff'Rald but had a history of being far to the south in Itanobel. Luero and Olfrin were known to have a business together in the underwater realm of the Ijimulian. Keran and Satsierra were wild cards that had a history in Ondin but also were significant historical figures throughout other regions as well.
\tAnd Talba and Vaulix hailed from Arrenthen, where they ruled a kingdom; the same Arrenthen that served as Ezra's destination. He was planning on visiting Castle Arrenthen and contrasting his notes with what he could find in the ruins of temples and villages in the surrounding rainforest.
\tArrenthen was a place of great historical significance. A dense, lush rainforest basin filled with ancient ruins and castles nestled into the sides of the mountain range that divided the continent into three distinct nations. The earliest history dated back to that region, though some scholars argued that Klyneth was older.
\tHis goal was originally to cross reference some of his data with some local traditions to see how deeply entrenched Talba and Vaulix were throughout history. He was originally planning to see if this was a missing link in Dalon's history, unsure if the Gods were real or not.
\tBut then after he presented some of his early findings to Ceylon, the gryphoness confirmed Ezra's theories and agreed to grant him a wish for his silence.
\tWhich completely turned Ezra's life upside down. Now he was scheduled to do some hard hitting journalism about Arrenthen History to prove something he now knew to be true but was honour bound to keep to himself. At this point, he was only going so he didn't look suspicious and to enjoy a couple months of what amounted to a paid vacation by the Academy's journalism department.
\tComplicating matters was that, after being reborn in his new body, he was slowly recovering memories of past lives proving that this was not the only time through history he'd uncovered the truth and was welcomed among the select crew of Eternal Allies.
\tThat's what the resurrected ones called themselves. Eternal Allies. Afearnia was one, as were most of the other members of the polycule and about a dozen others. Each one allowed to age and 'die' only to be resurrected in the following generation. Each one a friend of the immortal gods, kept around for various reasons.
\tIt made him feel nice but it also made him wonder if there were ulterior motives. His time inside Ceylon prior to his rebirth alleviated these concerns. He couldn't be logically sure but he 'knew' that they were being honest. That there were no ulterior motives and that they just enjoyed Ezra's company. Ezra was not immediately convinced of this but in the following weeks he'd grown to trust and feel welcomed by the other Eternal Allies.
\tOf course it threw his life off track when he had to change his focus at work from archaeological secrets and historical conspiracies back to modern corruption in governments and business, but he had never felt so welcome before so it was a fair trade-off.
\tArrenthen's archaeological society was headed by Zaharu Taiena and Palusa Yonge Cezebres. A lioness-hyena hybrid and a pegasus mare, respectively. They would be his liaisons when he arrived.
\tThat was enough for now. As he looked up from his laptop he noticed the sun was going down. He'd been lost in the internet for many hours browsing the Arrenthen Archaeological Society's website and cross-referencing his own data. It was time to head back to the Near and Dear.
\tHe chugged the last of his now-cold coffee, paid his tab, packed up his laptop, and was on his way. Luckily, he had long legs so he actually made it to the Near and Dear before dusk. Right as he arrived at the front porch, he saw the sun setting in the west, the sky fading from bright orange to dark blue both spotted with the light of two moons and an infinite sea of stars.
\tRight as he went to open the front doors, they opened towards him and nearly knocked him off the front step as two burly dragons burst through.
\t“Rude.” He said to himself as they hollared at each other and fist bumped. “Douche jock dragons.” He was careful to be sure they didn't hear him as he went inside.
\tThe tone of the Near and Dear was vastly different from before. Earlier in the day with the sun up, all the lights were on and it could almost be mistaken for a family friendly establishment! But at night, when the sun went down, everything went wild.
\tAll three quadrants on the main floor were bustling with noise and commotion. To the left, the pub and tavern area played host to rowdy, drinking patrons while a band played a free-flowing jazz-styled mix of drum and horns. To his right, the never-ending shuffle of plates and clinging glasses and the chatter of people on dates and the occasional burst of flame from the kitchen. Right in front of him was the auditorium, which was mostly silent as there didn't appear to be a performance underway.
\tHe glanced at his phone to see he was only a few minutes early. He winced internally, wishing he'd shown up a bit early for moral support, to cheer her on before she started. Though it required some mental dexterity, he was able to convince himself this wasn't a problem, since he trusted her to have enough confidence for both of them.
\tStill, he would have loved to smack her ass on the way out onto the stage while he watched that nub tail of hers go wild with excitement.
\tInstead, he got to watch as an audience member, which was good enough. He slipped into the auditorium, was approached by an usher that helped him find a spot that he'd be most comfortable. All the seats closest to the stage were taken by large men and petite women, all certainly there to supercharge their libido before either heading to the brothel upstairs or for each other later.
\tHe opted to sit far to the side, back nestled against the wall and mostly hidden behind one of the planters with a dozen ferns on them. Though he would have loved to be right there for her to lock eyes during her performance, he knew that she knew that he'd be most comfortable by himself and not the center of attention. She'd know where to look.
\tOnce the usher had him seated, he asked Ezra if he needed anything for the show, such as some appetizers or potions to enhance the experience. Though he was not particularly hungry he did ask for some dry rub chicken wings with some poutined fries on the side. Afearnia's treat that morning got him thinking about Poutine and he wanted more.
\tThe auditorium remained dark, but it was not silent. The other audience members were all in the mood to see something sexy or fun, and Ezra found himself getting excited as well.
\tIt was then that he realized he had absolutely no idea what to expect. All he knew at this point was that she was performing and it was an audition of sorts. She wanted to break into more sexual performances and this was the best way to do it.
\tWhat sort of performance would she do? Was she just going to sit on stage and shove eggs into herself then shoot them out onto a pan and make an omelette? Silly, of course, but he'd heard of someone doing exactly that before.
\tThe rest of the lights dimmed and some spotlights angled to the stage as curtains opened to reveal...nothing. Afearnia wasn't there.
\tWell, not at first. There was a brief moment of silent anticipation while the other guests adjusted and settled down. It was clear they knew what they were doing more than Ezra did. He was pretty new to watching live shows. He was more into watching videos in the comfort of his own home.
\tUntil relatively recently he was very introverted. It wasn't until he met up with Afearnia and the others that he started being more open to getting out and doing more. According to Fidget, that was sort of how it went every new life of his. He'd start mostly keeping to himself, would reunite with the others, then his social side would finally blossom. He had yet to confirm or deny this claim.
\tHe kept his eyes trained on the stage, waiting to see what glorious show Afearnia had planned.
\tIn retrospect he really should have expected what he got.
\tA moment after he awkardly shifted in his chair, a bass guitar note rang out through the auditorium, and everyone immediately shut up to listen. It started as a single, deep note but then slowly shifted to something a bit higher. Well, high for a bass note.
\tWithin seconds the note gave way to an incredibly quick series of taps and arpeggios, the beginnings of a bass solo. Then all the lights went out and the rapid fret work continued while Afearnia burst from behind the curtain to own her presence on stage. Her one hand tapped its way up and down the fretboard like she was stroking off a cock the length of her arm, tongue out and teeth bared in defiant, violent aggression. Her gaze was so intense it would have scared Ezra if he didn't know her.
\tShe wore thick leather paw boots that went halfway up her calves, then seemed to tear and stretch into a broad netting the rest of her way to the knees. Not fishnet, but torn leggings. Her thighs were bare of any tight pants but she wore what looked like thigh armor and a black skirt barely covering her midsection. Her belly was exposed fully, with a fishnet and leather vest in the shape of a sports bra with a long split trench coat studded with spikes and nubs down the back all the way down to her ankles.
\tHer wrists had gold spiked bracelets and she wore a gold necklace choker, and she had red and blue war paint around her eyes to accent the light pink that naturally blossomed form beneath her thin, white fur. Her ears were high and her magenta eyes were scanning the crowd as she growled to herself, never once stopping her relentless assault of the bass guitar's fretboard.
\tAfearnia looked truly intimidating. Her eyes were focused and feral, her lips peeled back in a snarl that accented the aggressive bass playing, and she was enthusiastically stomping those huge leather paw boots on the stage to accent the percussion of her performance.
\tIt was mesmerizing to Ezra, who had seen her perform in her band but never solo. She'd always been muted, held back and moderate when playing with others. But now that she needed to growl an approximation of lyrics, snarl a second layer at the same time, stomp to add drum beats, and was the only one on stage she was amped up beyond what Ezra expected of her. Not only was she managing to somehow weave polyrythms between the instrument, her snarling vocalizations, and her stomping boots, but she kept alternating between low notes at the end of the fret board and high notes at the base of the neck, creating a harmony that sounded like both bass and guitar at the same time.
\tShe held absolutely nothing back. Her finger work was delicate and dextrous, her strumming seemed to split between a thumb on the thicker strings and her fingers on the smaller strings, and she even slapped the instrument to give a powerful explosion of sound that was both percussion and string. The entire time, she bounded from one side of the stage to the other, seemingly tapping her feet on the ground in a deliberate pattern like she was doing it on purpose, each clomp from her boots marking another bar of music.
\tThen, after about a minute of erratic yet deliberate riffs and impacts, she paused to rear her head back and howl so loud it shook the chandeliers hanging from the roof. She strummed that bass guitar and stroked the fretboard like it was her own cock, putting the body of the instrument between her legs to smear its ridge along her crotch, soaking it with her fluids only to then rub her forearm all over the resulting mess and reach out to a thickly built stallion and smear the fluid on his snout.
\tHe flared his nostrils and nickered loudly, only to have her turn around and continue her solo while her tail nub lifted the back of her warrior skirt to expose her plump pussy to the onlookers.
\tOne of them reached out and instead of pull away, she leaned into his hand, letting him rub her while she continued playing, the melody shifting to a slightly slower tempo to emulate the motions of his fingers probing her lips and rubbing her clit.
\tNow that was a different type of performance art. Ezra had never thought about doing that.
\tShe let him play with her a bit but then hopped away and then started fingering herself on stage, two fingers in her pussy while she used her free hand to pluck and tap the frets, keeping the sustain going while once again stroking the entire length of the instrument.
\tRight as she went to change the riff again, she leapt off the stage, knees first onto a dragon's shoulders where she squatted down on his head and used his horn to pleasure herself while playing long, drawn out notes that were low, like they were being used as a vibrator.
\tThe dragon reached up to cradle her thighs, but she rolled off him and onto the ground in a flip, only pausing for a moment to adjust the audio cable that anchored her to the stage. Once she hopped back up, leaving a deliciously thick smear of her fluids on the dragon's horn, she continued her solo.
\tFive full minutes of this seemed to last forever. Not just because five minutes is an exceptionally long time for a bass solo, but also because she seemed to be improvising the melody and riffs based on how people touched her, how people reacted, and how she was feeling at the time. She also kept the pace by stomping her feet, growling, and somehow seeming to play both high and low notes at the same time.
\tEzra was mesmerized for the whole performance. At a certain point he noticed he was just staring, wide eyed with jaw gaped, chin practically on the table. It wasn't his kind of music at all, so maybe that's why he was mistaken into thinking she wasn't all that good at the instrument. Or maybe the band wrote basic parts for her. Either way, what he was seeing was magical.
\tAfearnia owned that stage and that instrument unlike anyone he'd seen do that. She had a complete mastery of the strings and both a creative flair for performance and an improvisational style akin to jazz that he didn't even know people utilized while playing bass of all instruments.
\tThe song, insofar as it could be called a song, was an epic that took everyone in that room on a sexual journey of self discovery. She enjoyed grinding on some patrons, encouraging others to finger her, and two even got their cocks out and she sat on their lap only to pull away when they tried to knot her – that likely would have ruined the performance for others.
\tAny one element of the performance was impressive, but what was the most astonishing was that she managed to balance all these layers at the same time while also pleasuring herself and the members of the crowd without missing a beat.
\tHer solo culminated when she squatted down and pressed the rim of the body of the instrument between her legs and started grinding on it while playing a blistering series of tapped notes, using the vibration from the strings to pleasure herself. She growled and snarled, eyes closed to focus more on the sensations than even the crowd that watched her. It wasn't clear to others, but to Ezra it was clear as can be that she had lost herself in the moment and wasn't even performing anymore.
\tThe final note sustained, vibrating the instrument against her for an elongated stretch. Eventually, she opened her eyes with three spotlights all on her surrounded by puddles of mess left by her and a handful of the larger spectators that were close. Little splotches of cum stains and fluid droplets from her bridged the gap between her knees and the edge of the stage.
\tRealizing that everyone was silently staring, she got to her feet and grinned, ears still up high as she scanned the crowd. When she saw Ezra, she unplugged the guitar from the cord and hopped down from the stage, wove between the other tables, and raced towards him, her expression now softer, lacking the intensity of her performance.
\tShe tossed the bass guitar on the table, barely missing his laptop case as she hopped up onto his lap and nuzzled into his neck. “I fucking nailed it!” She whimpered into his ear.
\tEzra was never more confused and aroused at the same time. He had no idea seeing that sort of thing would get him so excited. “Damn right you did!” As he glanced around the dark room he saw groups leaving in twos and threes, big buff dragons with smaller partners hoisted over their shoulder to go have some fun, a couple straight up knotted together in the corner of the room, and others masturbating using the fluids that Afearnia had left on their fingers.
\t“Come on, I have my own room set up on the second floor.” She hopped off his lap, grabbed his hand my the wrist, clutched her bass guitar's neck, and tugged him back to the stage.
\tHe barely had time to grab his laptop bag as she yanked him along with her.
\tAfearnia wasted no time putting her instrument back in the case and rushing through the corridors and halls behind the stage to her personal quarters. There were other performers waiting to put on a show after her but neither Afearnia nor Ezra paid them attention. Their focus was elsewhere.
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\tThe instant they broke the barrier that was the door to her quarters, she was already stripping her clothes off and making a mess of the room. She tossed her instrument onto a nearby chair, then kicked her paws out of her boots and left them by the door. “Off.” She commanded while unbuckling her skirt and leathers.
\tEzra was not in any position to deny her so he stepped out of his shorts and kicked them to the side while also peeling his shirt off, delicately placing it on his laptop case. He was eager to join her but didn't wanna break anything.
\tShe pulled her tank top up over her head, struggling a bit on the spikes of her collar before finding the right angle and tossing the garment to the side. She snapped off the bracelets and let them fall somewhere next to the night stand behind the lamp. She didn't care. The moment she was nude aside from her collar, she practically tackled Ezra, hand grabbing the scruff of his chest as she pressed her muzzle to his, scissoring them to get her tongue all the way down his throat.
\tHe was taken aback but pushed right back into her, tongues dancing around each other where their lips met. When they parted, he licked his chops and gulped. “This is a welcome surprise.” He said, mostly to himself.
\t“For me too.” She huffed, then wrapped both arms around his waist and tackled him to the bed back first. Afearnia may have been shorter than Ezra but she was definitely stronger and energized by her performance. She landed on top of him and straddled his hips, pinning his legs closed as she rubbed her spade up and down his sheath. It was clear she wasn't in a patient mood because she wrapped her hand around his sheath and peeled it back fully, exposing the entire length of his member.
\tEzra's eyes went wide as he gripped the red bed sheets. “Wow, I need to get you to perform for me more!” He joked but was silenced when she leaned down and swallowed his shaft all the way from tip to knot. Only the faintest grunt escaped him as his eyes crossed and he flopped onto his back.
\tShe closed her maw around him and used her tongue to suck as best she could, lapping at the underside of his shaft while her fingers cradled the underside of his knot and tugged. The angle was a little weird so she sat back up, letting her saliva ooze out of her maw and onto his sheath and belly. “I haven't been able to play like that for years! The band is good and all but they always keep me in a box, you know? We're supposed to be progressive, not mainstream.” She inched forward and straddled his hips so that her clitoral fossa and the piercing through it were resting right on the bulge of his knot, tickling the base of his shaft.
\t“I told them for years I could be doing so much more!” The flame of passion in her eyes was so intense Ezra could feel the heat emanating from her. Either that or her body heat was higher. “But no, they kept telling me to stick to the songs. There's a time and a place for sticking to the song structure and that's when recording in a studio. We're a live band. Some improv is needed and-” She bit her bottom lip and growled while grinding on his shaft and knot, palms on his lower belly for balance.
\tIn spite of the intimate attention he was getting, Ezra couldn't help but engage with the topic at hand. “Have you ever showed them what you can do? Like, not just talked about it but did it?”
\t“I tried!” She yipped playfully at him, hand on his cock to make sure its shaft rubbed into her folds. “But they played over me and-” She growled again, baring her fangs. Frustrated, she used that energy to lean over to the night stand next to the bed and open the drawer. Inside was a sizeable double-ended knot dildo made of soft pink-purple material.
\tEzra's eyes widened and his ears perked up. Double ended. That's twice the fun!
\tAfearnia leaned down to give him another kiss, nuzzling into his cheek and neck while hovering over his groin. Her pussy caressed his cock tip and she used what grip she had on his knot to guide it into her, smearing his fluids against her flesh to mix with her own for a perfectly slick film on both of them. She didn't descend, though, she just wanted to smear fluids all over.
\tInstead, she held the canine dildo and started pumping it into herself, slowly plunging its length into her plump pink folds all the way until the knot came to rest against her lips.
\tAll Ezra could do was whimper. He would have liked to be in that dildo's place.
\tLuckily she was plenty perceptive and eager to please. She leaned back to put pressure on the toy until the knot popped into her. As she laid back on the red silk sheets and pink pillow, she gasped with a satisfying whine, Ezra's cock still in her hand. “Don't worry dear, I wouldn't make you go without.” She held his knot in the palm of her hand and used her other hand to guide the other half of the double-ended toy sticking out of her to aim under his balls, where his own plump vulva throbbed.
\tHe whimpered again, only this time it was in anticipation and not in disappointment or worry. He gripped the sheets a bit and widened his stance to better expose his triangular vulva and the piercing that he and Afearnia shared, the clitoral fossa barbell.
\tAdjusting position was a challenge but Afearnia managed it by crab walking with the toy lodged deep inside her. She angled her entire torso so that her pussy was aimed at his, then slid her feet and legs under his to get closer as she tugged on his cock for leverage.
\tShe was careful to ensure the other tip of the toy plunged into him between his pussy lips, bulging him out and giving him that pressure that he was getting better acquainted with. That pressure that reminded him of a proper tie except a version where he was the one tied instead of the one doing the knotting. Except it was both because she kept such a firm grip on his knot while wrenching it down for all the leverage his loins could afford.
\tEzra grunted and bared his teeth a bit as he felt her tug on him while trying to force the toy into him. The pressure built and he didn't know how to manage it but did his best to adjust as well as possible. It was a challenge, of course, but he could feel the bulge threatening to pop in.
\t“Do you trust me?” She asked while hoisting herself up to meet his gaze. She had an awkward angle that had her sort of on her elbows but also still laying prone, hand on his cock to keep him close, struggling to force the toy in him. When he meekly nodded, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed ankles to his hips, pulling him with all her strength.
\tHe yelped as the toy's girth forced him open, stretching his spade wider than he was expecting. The toy wasn't huge but it was firmer than it looked and shoving a knot into him instead of having it naturally inflate inside made a world of difference.
\tThough it hurt slightly at first, the relief and release of pressure when the knot popped into him and found its comfortable spot inside, snug in the knot pocket just beyond his entrance, he couldn't help but writhe in place, the deep pleasure coursing through his loins and exploding within his passage.
\tThe specific pressure of the knot on his anterior wall milked him, massaging the first of many spurts form his member to erupt onto her belly and between her breasts, coating the piercings on her nipples and soaking in a little rivulet down her chest. She licked some of it up but couldn't get it all.
\tRight as his toes curled in that final climactic delight, he felt the warmth of her spade touch his in the neck between the two knots on the toy. A gentle clink of their clit piercings jolted him from his blissful state for only a moment as he worried about the pieces of jewellery getting stuck together. Such concern was short lived as she tugged his knot again and used every muscle in her legs to bring them closer together, ensuring their lips kissed where their cores met.
\tShe writhed in place as well, forcing his cock to remain wrenched downward so its shaft and knot smeared his cum all over her belly. She continued to lick up what she could before it soaked into her short fur, but most of it ended up lost to her belly's fuzz.
\tAll at once she collapsed, letting go of his cock, but leaving the double ended toy knotted to both of them, effectively tying them together.
\tEzra huffed, his beeaths deep and intense. That was by no means the longest session he'd ever enjoyed but the intensity was beyond anything he'd experienced. To make matters even better, the constant pressure of the knotted toy locked inside him kept his pleasure at a pleateau without letting it dissipate. An extended, never-ending orgasm as his cock leaked more and more of his milked fluids.
\tAfearnia could feel the tug of the toy every time his climactic pulsations clenched on his knot, pulling it in towards him. She countered him by clenching her own loins any time he relaxed, tugging on the toy from her end and making him tense up in more delight.
\tThat game was fun but in time she couldn't help but try and get up into a sitting position, his cock still against her belly and the toy between them tying them together. She wrapped one hand around his neck to try to steal another kiss but found that the angle of their loins and the grip of the knots within them kept her from bending down that far.
\tOnce she saw that he recognized what she was trying and failing to do, she collapsed onto her back and splayed out her arms in all directions, legs and limbs tangled with his. “Alright, I'm done.” she said in between deep breaths, each motion gently tugging the toy they shared.
\tHe could only gulp and pant heavily, tongue lopping out the side of his maw. “I guess we're sleeping here tonight, then?”
\tThe only response he got was a gentle but cute snore from Afearnia, who had already passed out before he could ask his question. This left him and her tied cookie to spade in the middle of the bed, surrounded on all sides by their strewn about clothes and instruments of work, her bass guitar and his laptop.
\tWhile he would have preferred to not fall asleep with the knot inside him, drawing pleasure from his depths any time either of them shifted, he found it stunningly comfortable. In time he was able to pull a pillow over, wrap some of the blankets around the both of them, and got some sleep.
\tHe had a busy trip on the horizon and he needed every wink of sleep he could get. Better if he shared it with someone like Afearnia.