Dirty Dozen- P.L.A.Y.- tales of sexual savagery and Daddy's Girl (Dirty Dozens)

by Aaron Evans

  I was his girl.

  His whore.

  His Bunny.

  "Fuck." He grumbled pleasantly, moaning as I serviced him and caressed his balls. "You are a good little Bunny." He pulled away from me then, and I whimpered, bereft. I looked up at him, confused.

  "I'm giving my friend a turn, little Bunny." He stepped away, and the Tiger stepped up in front of me. Already, his cock was out. It was a thick, uncircumcised shaft, slightly shorter than my Wolf's. My fingers dancing in my pussy, I didn't think twice. I opened my mouth, sticking my pink tongue out for the Tiger.

  He stepped close, and filled my mouth with cock.

  "Oh- Oh fuck." his voice was muffled by the mask, but there was no mistaking the pleasure. "Fuck, little Bunny. I don't know who taught you to suck cock but-"

  I paid his words no mind. Instead, I concentrated only on servicing him. As far as I was concerned, my Wolf had told me to accomplish a goal- service these pets.

  I would spend the evening on my knees if I had to.

  I scarcely noticed when the Owl stepped in close, and then the Zebra. They had their cocks out, and were stroking them inches from my face while I serviced the Tiger.

  "Fuck." The Tiger’s words were like a chanted litany. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

  Then, my Wolf was behind me. He reached his hand between my legs, pushing mine gently away.

  "I think I'd like to play with this pussy for a few moments. Would you like that, Bunny?"

  Of course, I couldn't say anything. But I arched my ass towards him as best as I could, praying that he could hear my thoughts.

  "Yes ,my Wolf. Please. This is your pussy. Please do whatever you want with it."

  His fingers were like an evening wind- soft, delicate, but strong. It was as if he knew exactly where to stroke me, as if he had known my body for my entire life.

  I whimpered around the Tiger's cock, gasping in pleasure.

  "Don't come, little Bunny. I don't want you to come unless my cock is inside you."

  I whimpered again, but not in complaint. In my mind, I wanted him to know how hard that would be, and yet how very much I wanted that very thing.

  Just the thought of him fucking me was intense. What would it be like to be mounted by a Wolf this strong?

  Now, the four of the newcomers were around me. I sucked on Tiger as Zebra, Racoon, and Owl all stroked their cocks inches from my face. The combined smell of them was overwhelming. It reached into some deep, primitive part of my brain and I felt the civilized part of me relax. There was nothing civilized about this, nothing at all.

  I was here to please them.

  Then, Tiger stepped aside.

  Almost instantly, Zebra was in his place. Zebra's cock was circumcised, and long. He put a hand on my head and sunk himself, to the hilt, with a single push.

  "Goddamn. You have a wonderful toy, Wolf." Zebra was obviously enjoying my wet ministrations. I swirled my tongue around the tip of him before licking up and down his entire length.

  The entire time, I keep my pretty blue eyes looking up at him. I knew that's what my Wolf would want.

  Of course, while I was sucking them, my Wolf was spinning dizzying circles on my clit. Every once in awhile, he would dip his fingers into my heat, always coming back dripping with my wetness. I whimpered as he put the wetness to good use, torturing my clit.

  Then, he was pushing two fingers inside me.

  "MMMMMPHHHHH." I knew that the Zebra thought I was moaning because of how he was savaging my mouth, but I didn't care. Wolf was fucking my aching pussy with his hand, and in that moment, that's all that mattered in my world. Sparks of ecstasy burned through my body at his touch, and I squealed as he probed my asshole with his dripping fingers.

  Yours. All yours. The thought was like a mantra in my head. Do whatever you like; I don't care. Just keep me. make me your pet. I'll do anything-

  "Fuuuuck." That was the Racoon. "I can't wait much longer, guys. I-" He was trembling. I watched as his stroking slowed, and he took deep, relaxing breaths.

  "Don't hold back, Racoon." My Wolf's voice was in my ear, and I trembled. "In fact, I think I'd like to watch the four of you come all over my little Bunny."

  It was almost as if I could smell their tension at his words. As if some animalistic bond was forming between these males, and the only thing the lived for was fucking and using me.

  "Shit. Oh..." That was the Owl. He stepped closer, stroking rapidly. "Fuck fuck FUCK!"

  I turned toward him, and snaked one of my hands underneath his ballsack. In less than a second, he was covering my face with his thick, hot spend. I opened my mouth and his hot come splashed on my pink tongue.

  "God..." That was the Racoon. I reached up, stroking him, as the Zebra pushed himself back between my lips. Then, I felt the Racoon pulse in my hand, like a heartbeat. Then again.

  He was coming.

  I tried to move to catch it in my mouth, but Zebra wouldn't relinquish my lips. He clenched tightly, and then he was exploding as well, his hot salt shooting down my throat.

  It was delicious. I loved it.

  I couldn't even watch anymore. One of them was growling and coming on my forehead; it was dripping over my eyes. Another was holding his cock shaft against my cheek. As Zebra finished I turned my head and the unnamed cock came in my mouth, all over my extended tongue.

  The entire time, Wolf was slowly teasing my clit and asshole. It wasn't enough to make me come, but then that's not what he wanted. He wanted me on the edge, waiting, so that he could have my orgasm later.

  I pushed against him, moaning and writhing, as these men came all over me.

  It went on forever.

  Eventually my Wolf stopped his teasing fingers. "Clean yourself, little Bunny. Come belongs inside you."

  I looked up at him, my pussy still trembling from his ministrations. "Yes, Sir." My voice was hoarse from all the men who had used me.

  I sat there, relaxing back onto my feet, as my Wolf chatted and talked with the others. I wiped their come onto my fingers, and ate it with my hands. The mixture of them was like ambrosia, was a concoction of lust and musk and passion.

  I loved it.

  The Tiger and the Owl stayed and watched me lick their come from my face, but the others left, vanishing into the hotel. After I had cleaned my face, my Wolf sauntered to me.

  "Did you enjoy that, little Bunny?"

  I looked up at him, my eyes full of worship. "Yes. I liked that very much."

  He gave me a wicked grin. "And here I told you not to enjoy it. Don't you remember?"

  Now that he said it, I did.

  "Now, fondle your sweet little pussy for me. Show me what a good Bunny you can be." He grinned. "Just don't enjoy this too much, or I'll have to punish you."

  I smiled up at him, my pussy throbbing. I could still taste the come from the other animals, could smell it radiating off of me like pheromones.

  "I do. I remember."

  He extended a hand. "Well, let's get you cleaned up. After a shower, we'll see about your punishment."

  I couldn't wipe the smile off of my face.

  It was a long, wonderful night.

  ***

  Dominant

  The bar at the Los Angeles Marriott was a strange sight, like something out of another universe.

  This weekend was the P.L.A.Y convention, which was the west coast's largest gathering of furries, other-kin, and alter-enthusiasts. It's primary focus was on pets and their trainers, but all kinds enjoyed P.L.A.Y.

  Truthfully, there were experiences here that one could find nowhere else.

  It wasn't just a typical convention. All of it's participants, myself included, had taken an extensive battery of health exams, and had to sign affidavits regarding our general health and sexual activity. You simply weren't allowed to attend if you engaged in a lot of risky behavior- P.L.A.Y. was often risky enough. Many people came here for the anonymous sex, so the convention did everything possible to mitigate the risk.

 
Sitting in the bar, I grumbled into my tequila, trying to ignore the man making out with one of his puppy-pets at the other end of the room. It wasn't nearly as busy at this point- earlier it had been full of cat-girls, a couple of ponies, and a singing quartet of racoons. There was even an honest-to-god rhinoceros.

  I bet the guy wishes he had a nickel forever "horny" joke thrown his way in this place.

  I was having none of it. In fact, if there was one person who could be said to be glum in a building full of horny, half naked cat-girls and people wearing butt-plugs as tails, it was me.

  You see, I hadn't come to this place alone.

  To be fair, Holly and I hadn't really seen eye to eye on this whole thing. Yes. She looked fucking fantastic in her bunny outfit. There was less to it than a playboy bunny would wear. She liked traipsing around our apartment in it, watching how hard I would get when she bent over, or when her top fell off. She loved the idea of being my pet, but I'll admit we had a hard time seeing eye to eye on the subject.

  Don't get me wrong. The outfit was fucking hot. But she wanted me to be her full time owner, wanted to quit her job and move in, and wanted me to discipline her when she did something wrong.

  That never worked. I just hadn't been raised to hit women. She wanted more than just a love tap, too. She would talk about it in the dark, after we'd had sex.

  "You've... you've never come like that for me before." I had to admit I was proud- any man would have been if he had heard the way she was screaming.

  She was shy about it. "Yeah."

  I nibbled on her shoulder. "Wanna tell me what I did so well?" I traced a finger down her side. "That way I can do it again."

  "I was fantasizing." Silence hung in the for for a long moment before she realized that she should clarify. "I mean, not about someone else- it was you. But you were-" She giggled. "You were doing more than just fucking me."

  "Yeah?" I let my fingers drift up to one petite breast. "What was I doing?" I gently pinched one pink nub and she gasped.

  "You were-" She was obviously embarrassed. "You were spanking me. Not with your hand, but with your belt."

  "Spanking you?"

  "Beating me." Her voice was tiny. "I was fantasizing that you had come home and- and caught me doing something. I don't know what. You told me I was a bad girl and then beat me with your belt. I was thinking about how helpless I would feel, and how loud you would make me scream. Then, you would flip me over and fuck me-"

  I kissed her, and she kissed back, hungrily. I knew, even then, that she thought that I was kissing her because the idea turned me on.

  But it hadn't.

  Later, we had discussed the concept of per/owner relationships. The conversation had not gone well.

  To hear Holly describe it, I was going to get to be 100% responsible for her, as if we were already married. I would handle all the bills, all responsibilities with my pathetic paycheck. She would be moving into my place, and I would get to make all the decisions from now on.

  Talk about over-attached girlfriend!

  Furthermore, there was the whole bondage aspect. She wanted me to get her a pet crate, and felt as if she would be needing "disciplines" a few times a week. I shouldn't worry, she said. She was certain she could come up with things to do wrong so I would have to spank her. In my own time, I was supposed to come up with infractions of my own that I was beating her for.

  No. I couldn't do that.

  I regretted that I had never told her why. I watched my dad beat my mom- it had been horrible. I knew that what she wanted was vastly different, vastly more loving. I knew it was an entirely different thing.

  I just couldn't get my head around it.

  I nodded at the girl tending bar when she came by. "Another one?" I pushed my glass over to her.

  She smiled. "Seems like it takes a lot of tequila to be human at a furry convention."

  I chuckled. "It does. Don't worry, this will be my last one."

  "Convention, or tequila?"

  I laughed. "Probably both."

  She chuckled with me. "Well, don't get sloppy drunk. I'd hate to be the only sober human in this place." She slid the glass to me.

  I hadn't even noticed the fox sitting next to me. Actually, I think I smelled her first, like lilac. Or jasmine.

  I know, it sounds corny to say "fox," but I mean it literally. Apparently, while I was bantering with the waitress, a young Japanese woman had come in and sat at the bar, two seats down. She was wearing the most revealing fox outfit I could imagine.

  I'll admit, I gaped a bit. It my defense, I was drunk. But this woman was wearing little more than a g-string of red fur- with almost as much of it covering her nipples. A thick, luxurious tail hung off the edge of her seat, but I couldn't see how it was attached.

  I couldn't help but be transfixed by her.

  And yet, she sat here as proud as anything, without a hint of shame or fear. I looked, and she looked back, her eyes unreadable, exotic. It took me a moment to realize that she was smiling at me.

  "I guess you must like what you see?" She tilted her head.

  I was just drunk enough to be stupid. "I guess I do."

  She laughed then. It was a musical laugh. "Not only a human, but a bold one. I like that."

  I extended my hand. "My name's Rob."

  She took and shook it. "Kitsune."

  Of course. Named after the japanese mystical fox spirit. I chuckled, and gestured towards her outfit. "That makes perfect sense."

  She gave me an odd look. "Rob, why are you getting drunk, by yourself, at a place like this?" She glanced around. "You do not seem like a man in his element." As if to illustrate her point, there was a puppy girl getting chastised in the hallway. We could overhear the man saying that "If you aren't a good puppy, I won't let you clean Daddy's cock later."

  Kitsune smiled.

  I picked up my glass and turned towards her. "That, Kitsune, is an excellent question. Do you want the long story, or a short one?"

  She bit her lip thoughtfully. "I prefer the one you want to tell."

  My smile dipped, just a small amount. "Well, I brought my ex-girlfriend here, and since I paid to come in, I haven't left yet."

  "Ex?" It was an innocent question, but here it meant so much. P.L.A.Y. was all about anonymous and casual hook ups. I tried to come up with the most gracious way to describe my afternoon, as Kitsune sipped her drink.

  Her drink?

  When had Kitsune ordered anything? The bartender hadn't come back yet. I shook my head. The tequila must be hitting me harder than I had thought.

  "She... she wasn't my ex, not when we came anyway. She is a submissive little bunny who was taken away by a an incredibly alpha wolf."

  She arched a cunning grin."I suppose that's not a euphemism?"

  I smiled, and took a quick sip. "No, not at all. Apparently, I'm not alpha enough for her because I won't let her quit her job to be my fuck toy."

  She took a long drink, finishing it in a single draw. When she looked at me, her dark eyes were a touch watery. "And that's not what you want. To take care of her?"

  I snorted. "That's not it at all. Of course I would have taken care of her. I just think that a person demanding to be your submissive, and telling you how to punish them isn't really being that submissive."

  "Topping from the bottom." She nodded. “It can be a problem. How are you supposed to know what you want if someone else is spending all of their time telling you what you want?"

  I raised my glass to her. "Exactly."

  She slid to the stool next to me. "It's simple, in places like this, to get lost in names and titles. If someone is the ‘Master’ they are supposed to know everything, be in charge. If you don't act a certain way, you aren't being alpha." She smiled at me. "Do you think actual animals worry about being alpha?"

  "I assume that actual animals don't worry about much. They just do what feels natural."

  She sat up straight, and arched her back at me. "I'd say that telling a beautiful
, scantily clad kitsune that you like what you see is plenty alpha. Most men would run away." She reached out and brushed loose hair from my face. She gave me a long look, up and down. "I've been watching you sit here for the last hour, you know."

  I was surprised. "You have? I didn't see you."

  She grinned mysteriously. "I'm Kitsune. My kind is very clever."

  I steepled my fingers together, keeping myself turned towards her. "Why?"

  She acted as if were the most natural question in the world. "You seemed lonely. Alone. Kitsune are drawn to lonely people and lonely places."

  I glanced around. "This doesn't seem like a lonely place."

  She shook her head. “No. Some of these people are the most lonely of all."

  There seemed to be nothing to say to that. Silence hung in the air between us, but only for a moment. Then, she leaned toward me.

  "This is where you ask me."

  "Ask you what?"

  Her grin was many things. Inviting, teasing, flirting. "You ask me back to your room. You ask me if I would be interested in coming to your room and doing something more...natural."

  "Like animals." It wasn't a question.

  She nodded.

  Although playing it cool, I was blown away by how straightforward she was. Still, Kitsune was astonishingly beautiful. She had the petite "Japanese doll" look that so many men craved, and she absolutely knew how to present it. The most amazing thing was how she wasn't the least bit self conscious. She sat there, almost nude, asking me if I'd like to do "something that feels natural."

  God damn. I knew that this kind of encounter was what P.L.A.Y was all about but-

  I had hit the jackpot, it seemed.

  "I still have my room." I shrugged. "The bunny already got her things and I took her key. If you like, we can go upstairs."

  "Is that what you'd like, Rob?" She was so close. I could smell her breath, whatever she had been drinking smelled like ginger. "Would you like me to come upstairs?" Her voice was a breathy whisper.

  "I would." Now I was whispering as well. "Kitsune, I would like you to come up to my room."