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Heat, honey, fur. Blitzo soaked it in, a buzz riding through his blood, and he couldn’t help a little whimper when big, strong hands settled between his horns.
“You like that, don’t you?” The voice had an airy sort of teasing tone to it, and when he was pushed down, cheek rubbing up against the front of a musky pair of briefs, he gave a sound that probably sounded like ‘uh-huh’.
Hopefully it did, anyway.
“Hey, Blitzo, we’re throwing somebody in the middle. You down?” The voice was familiar in a distant sort of way- someone he could imagine a sweet red imp face speckled with freckles to, but couldn’t place a name for.
“Oh, fuck yeah.”
“Okay, sweet. Jack, get him.” That got him lifted up and pressed against a firm bare chest, and he curled up with half a purr, coaxed out by the cups of beezlejuice but mostly the contact itself. They smelled like smoke and vanilla and sweat, and he only barely resisted the urge to scrub his cheek against the skin, running high off the energy that always soaked in when Bee was happy and the party was going well.
“Damn, he’s a cutie, isn’t he?” There was a rumbly vibration at the sound of the words, and Blitzo looked up to see what seemed to be an imp and succubus hybrid with his long hair tied back into a ponytail, giving a lazy grin down at him.
“Sure am, big boy.” His tail curled around a thick arm. “You want to take your turn?”
“And you’re sure he’s not-”
“Nah, I’ve seen him drink way more than that. He just likes attention,” the nameless familiar voice said, stroking just below his back spines, which drew out a half-purr.
“Mmm, fuck, just like that…” He blinked up at Jack. “I had, like, two drinks so far. If I wanna get pounded, that’s my business, alright bitch?”
That got a chuckle. “Hey, not saying it’s a problem.” Jack squeezed his ass before dropping him down on one of the huge cushions settled in the corners of the hive that could fit like ten people. Blitzo recognized a few faces.
“Alright, anybody going in the pussy, use a condom, got it? That and the ass get lube, and you can suck me off but I’m not putting it in anybody where it could knock them up, I got enough shit to deal with without a baby.”
A pair of hounds started doing rock-paper-scissors, which made him snort as he curled up with his legs pretzel-style, taking stock of the meat. Jack the hybrid, two hounds that were both easily twice his size, and the freckles guy… Jix, that was his name. There were a few more hounds hovering on the edges that might want to join in the fun too, and he winked over at them. Jix scooped up a cup of the honey from the pits, taking a swig before offering the rest to Blitzo.
“Nice to see you here, man. Still working at-”
“Hey, hey, hey. Work is work, here is here.” Blitzo waved a hand before draining the rest of the cup for emphasis. “The less I think about that mess, the better, got it?”
Jix chuckled, taking the cup back and chucking it towards the trash can in a neat arc. “Fair enough.” His hand was slightly sticky as he cupped Blitzo’s cheek, pulling him into a kiss as one of the hounds cheered from behind them. Someone gripped at the band of his pants, and he arched his hips so they were petting at his butt, which got a snicker before they yanked it down.
Somebody wolf-whistled, and he waggled his ass until somebody slapped it, making him moan into Jix’s mouth.
Jix pulled back first, saliva breaking on his chin as he swiped at it with his wrist. “You want it, Blitzo?” The ‘o’ popped in his mouth, and his eyes twinkled from the shifting lights as his hands roamed hungrily over Blitzo’s body, like it was something he couldn’t wait to devour.
In answer, Blitzo pressed forward, nearly knocking him back and getting a laugh into his mouth as someone pulled his underwear down as well. He spread his legs automatically, and could feel his own arousal growing as it pressed up against Jix’s crotch.
Hands nearly the size of his torso flipped him over, and he almost growled before seeing that it was Jack.
“Hey, didn’t want Jix to get all the fun with such a sexy little piece,” Jack said. “You sure you can take all of this?”
“I think I’m not a fucking pussy,” Blitzo said, raising an eyebrow, and when Jack bent down to start sucking at his left nipple at the same time one of the hounds started pressing in with a lubed-up cock at his ass, his back hitched up and he groaned, elbows and heels planted on the cushion.
The direct sequence of time dissolved pretty quickly after that into a haze of heat, skin, and touch, touch, touch. Everyone wanted a piece of him, mouths and fingers and cocks and one pussy for a while that just wanted to be eaten out, all of them cooing over how hot and cute and sweet and sexy and good he was, how they wanted his mouth, his hands, his thick cock in their mouths or his mouth on their cock. He rode out his first orgasm while he was milking out two more.
“He’s so good, fuck.”
“Man, I wish my girlfriend did that.”
“Don’t those scars look like they hurt? C’mere, I’ll make it better, baby-”
“You sure I can’t just take him home with me?”
“Good boy, you’re such a good boy...”
“Yeah, the ass is great, but you need to try his blowjobs-”
All of it focused on him, praise, affection, care. Bee’s parties were never like other orgies, and he reveled in the way his body sung as his mouth curled around a thick cock, tongue wrapping around it as hands wrapped all around him. Someone grabbed his waist and yanked him down until they were hilted up to the base, while someone else underneath him thrust into his entrance. Everything was full, full, full- they must have passed on that the ones going in the entrance were supposed to use condoms, because only his ass and his throat were coated in thick, sticky cum that always had a special taste in the walls of the hive, and it filled his belly until he could swear it had started to swell as he was pumped from side to side. They were all bigger than him except for Jix and he liked it like that, liked being surrounded by people cooing at his body and his skills, how sexy and good and desired he was.
One of the hounds that took his ass got caught in a knot, and they all got giggly at that, feeling the way it swelled and pushed at the inside of his walls- not to mention forcing in ever-more cum into him until someone started licking at his belly just to see it jiggle a little. When they finally managed to come untied, someone else slid right in with the free lube.
More, more, more. More eyes on him, more hands touching him, more handling like he was something useful. The bystanders had jumped in at some point when they saw how eager he was, and he welcomed them all- he had two free hands and a tail that needed using. Someone tugged at his horns and pulled his salty mouth into a kiss, someone else smacked at his ass until it was raw and forced an orgasm out of him when he was already ready to burst.
Nothing mattered except them, and someone massaged at his sore cheeks before pressing between them again as he nearly choked on the latest length in his mouth. This one felt pointed, and his eyes trailed up to see a snowy, fluffy hound with his eyes closed, completely consumed by pleasure as he thrust forward and howled.
Blitzo could really feel it this time as he swallowed down the seed, stomach groaning and tongue lolling out.
“F-fuck…”
“Shit, you done, buddy?” The hound dropped down on his haunches as the one at his back pulled out. “That was fucking impressive though, sweet shit.”
“Mmph.” Blitzo stared up at the ceiling, stars dancing in his eyes as someone tipped some water in his mouth, which he sputtered in for a moment before swallowing down. “That’s me. Mr…. Mr. Impressive.”
“We have to invite him back for next week.” They were speaking over his head, but he didn’t particularly care when his whole body felt like it had been wrung out like a dishrag. It was in a good way, though, sore in the right places and full in the other right places, the titters of his prowess proof that he’d done a good job.
He was pretty sure somebody called him a ‘sweet hole’, but he was riding high enough that didn’t register as much as the fact that his cheek was settled into a soft lap.
Some of the party moved as voices shifted away, but a few of them stayed and somebody pulled his pants back on. He was pulled up against a warm, fuzzy chest before drifting away, a purr vibrating through his body as the dance music pulsed and he was surrounded by people who wanted him.