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Vice and Violence - inkybus' inevitable incident [IC]

Fungy grins and reaches up grabbing Saisen's hand. "I am claiming you for the night, before someone else does." He winks up at the dragonkin as if to give him a chance to softly reject the satyr's advances. "I have been extremely curious what those scales would feel like rubbing against my skin." The red saryr squeezes Saisen's hand taking a feel of his scales.
 
Saisen is lost in thought and lustful daydreaming that he doesn't really notice the similarly single satyr taking his hand, and doesn't realize the well endowed male is actually talking to him!

"Oh, well uh, I'm always happy to help with an experiment..." He said, other hand stuck holding his staff. Unable to cover his comparatively meager erection starting to tent the soft fabric of their scavenged clothes.

"I guess I won't need to order any dinner then..." He said cutely, feeling the population paste slosh in those heavy satyr orbs from where he was.
 
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Ourglas beamed at the alloyan man as he came up to her in the bar. He made no attempt to be subtle and she could appreciate that, honestly. "Hi there. A good time is just what this girl needs, for sure. But how about you buy me a drink and tell me a little about yourself first? Oh, I go by Ourglas by the way." She reached out a hand and rather than shake his, just cupped the bulge of his dick under his clothes, giving it a light shake. "Nice to meet you!"

She gestured to the nearby bar and climbed up on a stool, her rear stuck out prominently into the air as she did so. "So, what do ya do? You got one of them wizard hats, which looks good on you. Do you do magic?" His callused hands implied he was a craftsman or laborer or fighter or just really jerked off aggressively a LOT. None of which would be a problem, but the incongruity of his appearance had her curious.
 
Fungy's ears perk up, interested in what his new friend had to offer. "That is mighty sweet of you." The satyr uses his other hand to rub under Saisen's chin. "So should we grab a room, or would you like to grab a table and have your dinner among the other patrons?" Fungy asked with his voice barely above a whisper, the small man trying very hard to restrain his growing erection before the loss of blood to his brain makes him forget his good manners.
 
Saisen smiled and almost turned more submissive at Funghi's response. He definitely became fully erect, the meager rod pressing against the satyr as he leaned in to rub more scales, this time on his chin. He blushed hard as he was asked if he wanted a room, or if he wanted to slurp nut cream down in public?

It felt like normal Saisen would ahbor such a display. But it also made his scars hurt a little, as if reminding him of a good time he'd had with the one who gave him those. A name sadly lost from his large brain. "Uh, well, you have dinner at a table, not in bed..." He said, a flimsy excuse as the recently awakened boi needed a good dicking more and more.
 
"Looks like someone is very eager." Fungy said flirtatiously pulling his new friend toward a table. Once he was standing next to the table, he pulled Saisen into his arms. "You are certainly cute." He punctuated his compliment by kissing Saisen on his snout. "Are you ready?" Fungy asked with a grin.
 
Saisen continued his scarlet hue as Fungy flirted and pulled him over to a table. "Thank you, you're handsome yourself..." He said nervously, though the kiss made his cock jump. "Yes please." He said, his stomach taking an opportune time to growl as his soft lips parted and he opened his mouth for the well-endowed satyr.
 
A human and and elf, woman and man respectively, notice Saisen and Fungy getting handsy with each other and the woman wolf-whistles as she watches them getting it on, while the man blushes slightly at her outburst.

The alloyan follows Ourglas' introduction with his own, telling her: "I'm Frank. Waitress, two Sanddrenchers over here!" He raised his arms as he flagged down the girl flitting hither and yon from table to table.

"Ah, dis old thing's jus' a trophy I nicked from a wizard-turned-cultist, the year I quit bein' a merc." He told her, with a grin. "Used ta' knock heads back in the day: nowanights I prefer to rear hotdogs for people 'o need a companion or a few toothy cri'ers ta dissuade ne'er do wells. They can be cute and cuddly or very stubborn, attentive creatures, yanno?"
 
“I am Grushik.” He introduced himself once the Dragonkin made herself known. The young orc made no efforts to hide his starring at her assets as he lets his staff lean on a wall.

“You weren’t trying to make your looking any less noticeable, Softscale. Did you want to be called out on it?” He asked before taking a good whiff from her neck getting her scent recognized. The pleasant smell slowly made him hard. Very noticeable with no pants on.
 
Ourglas joined the human woman's appreciation of Fungy and Saisen getting cozy, letting out a short whoop, "Wooo, going to give us drinks and a show, boys?" She laughed gave them two thumbs up before turning her attention back to Frank.

"Nice to meet you, Frank! It's a nice hat, for sure." A mercenary, huh? That was pretty much what it seemed like they might end up being, looking for bounties and the life. She tipped her head to one side, "Hotdogs? I'm not familiar with them but always nice to see a man who's good with animals. Especially snakes and kitties, eh? Eh?" She nudged him, giving the alloyan man a wink.

When the drinks were brought over she took her cup and raised it to him, "Here's to getting railed by new friends or doin' the railing! Cheers!"
 
The dragonkin woman purred overtly and without hesitation: "It is very hard to miss what you're packing- and you look like a decisive man: I felt that I had to take a chance!"

She twirled one of her tendrils with a finger, as she looked him up and down appreciatively, taking him all in.

Meanwhile, Frank laughed at Ourglas' double-entendre and accepted his drink when the barmaid stepped over to their seats and placed the cactus-wine in front of the two of them. "Right ya're: and I love seeing pretty thangs ride like there's no tomorrow, too!"

After Ourglas raised her cup and toasted them all, the alloyan followed suit: "Hear hear!"

And chugged the drink with a few gulps: if it was not obvious that he had dwarven heritage, this definitely cemented that. The wine was like half-sweet, half-sour cherries mixed with a bit of kiwi and some honey, with the barest hint of sweet aftertaste. It did not linger, however.

"Woo, that hits the spot!"
 
"I think we have some on lookers my friend, why don't we put on a show for them?" Fungy said with a grin. His cock throbbed with need as he placed the tip at the entrance to Saisen's mouth. The massive flared member sat waiting for the dragonkin's touch.
 
Saisen's tail shot up like a rocket as they were whistled and catcalled, meaning that someone had spotted them. The rest of the bar not really seeming to care calmed the timid male's nerves. It felt like things were more open than he remembered, but his memory was so cloudy that it was hard to make sense of it. It was like someone had jizzed on his brain.

The feminine male nodded in response to the gentle prodding from the satyr male that had brandished his feeding tube for table-side service. He let out a long, nervous breath that wrapped around Fungi's cock head before his mouth spread around the girthy member, letting the nerdy size queen get his first taste of that good dick in centuries.
 
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