The Free Use Act (Mission Foxxy x Umbral Badger)

[Mission Foxxy]

Meanwhile, In a World Kind of Like Our Own But Not Really​

The year is 2107, and things are very silly. The world has grown smaller as technology had grown more advanced. Everyone and everything is connected. Every single person on earth, human, anthro, monster, android, every sentient creature, is entangled in the global financial machine and the invisible streams of data that cross the globe.

And the super corporations rule it all.

The economic powerhouses that are the super corps have grown to be more powerful than most nations. The world has become commercialized. Neon billboards line the street. Social networks feed data directly into corporate super computers. The media is controlled. Commercial advertisements interrupt popular VR shows which themselves are commercial ads in disguise. Everyone's movements and actions are tracked and controlled by the super corporations from the massive fortified skyscraper headquarters that dot the globe, protected by extra territorial status that essentially makes these corporations their own sovereign states . Everything is a product. Everyone is exploitable. And nobody cares because they're all fucking each other silly.

The Free Use act of 2042. Many say the super corporations couldn't have risen without it, and the rapid cultural changes that followed in it's wake. The Act decriminalized almost every sexually related crime in the book. Between that and the corporate sponsored media storm that followed for the next decade, there was a massive cultural shift around the world. Sex was now not only unrestricted, it became the norm. Monogamy and chastity are things of the past. Sex with strangers in public is expected. Most people don't even bother asking anymore. If a man saw an attractive girl walking around, he was fully expected to grab her tits or bend her over and fuck her on the spot. A restaurant couldn't hope to get 5 star reviews unless they offered under the table oral sex. Even things like incest and bestiality were normalized. And with all these distractions, the population at large couldn't have cared less that corporations were becoming more omnipotent. Except for a few small nations that never adopted the laws, the world was obsessed.

Lightning Cybertech is one such corporation. With their headquarters in the futuristic mega city of Melbourne Australia, they are amongst the world’s largest producers of consumer and industrial electronics and software. They are also the world leader of sex toy technology. In addition to this they have investments and holdings in almost every industry in existence. One of the first corporations to adopt free use rules in the workplace, they proudly wear the slogan of “The Free Use Corporation”.

Now For The Good Part​

“To put it simply.” said Sidney, “The Smart Plug isn't selling anywhere near as well as it used to. Profits have been dropping for the last two months and we expect to start seeing losses in another two months.” the young man paused and adjusted his tie. He looked out at his audience. A collection of uncomfortable looking men and women in suit jackets and ties. The monthly strategy meeting was the only place and time in the whole corporation where free use rules were suspended, a necessity to ensure that the future of the corporation wouldn't be accidentally sabotaged by a managerial staff that was balls deep in each other and not paying attention to the bigger picture.

Four hours of dry business talk and chastity. A living hell for anyone who lived their entire life under free use laws. Sidney himself was even starting to feel pent up. He was a short and effeminate looking neko. The white furred feline ears matching the swaying cat tail that poked through the purpose made hole in the rear of his trousers. He didn't look older than sixteen or seventeen, but in reality he was nearly thirty. High tech daily rejuvenating treatments would probably keep him looking this young well into his fifties. And at first glance it would seem as though he had a temperament to match his appearance. Sweet, innocent and perhaps a little naive. But anyone who spent any amount of time with him would know it was an act. The CEO was a cunning, manipulative man with a kinky streak a mile long, who always got what he wanted.

“Butt plugs aren't cool anymore. The Smart Plug has been our signature product for twenty years now and people are starting to think it's old fashioned. You don't see people in the street playing with Smart Plugs like you used to. That's where our new product comes in. The Lightning BOLT… you can uhh… thank the marketing team for the name.” the joke drew a few dry laughs.

“I had some hands on time with the bolt last week. And let me tell you I wasn't walking straight for a few days.” there were a few more sincere laughs this time. “the BOLT will be on shelves around the world in six weeks. We're marketing it as the ‘Full Anal Experience’. VR controls, global connectivity, social networking, all that. But most importantly, all of the data comes back through the grid straight to us. We'll know when, how and by who these toys get used and can tailor future releases accordingly. Global telemetry, and the same technology will soon be used in all of our products. THAT is how we stay on top of the sex toy game.” the crowd let out a spirited applause as Sidney finished on a high note as usual.

The femboy leaned in to the intercom “okay, we're ready.” before addressing the audience again.

“Thank you for your patience. I'm sure you must be pent up. Unfortunately as much as a I would love to celebrate with you all I'm afraid…” Sidney stopped midway through. As he was speaking a cadre of incredibly attractive and completely naked men and women walked through the door carrying trays laden with drinks. The beverages were quickly discarded however as the horny businessmen and women reached for the servants themselves. Clothes were tossed aside, serving staff were grabbed, holes were filled, in only a few moments the civilized gathering had erupted into an orgy as the assembled business people relieved themselves after a long boring meeting.

Sidney couldn't blame them. He'd be joining in himself if not for his schedule today. The young neko femboy quietly departed the room. His entourage in tow. His bodyguard, a large, musclebound minotaur in a suit that was deliberately two sizes too small in order to show off his broad chest and thick arms, as well as the tight bulge at his crotch. And his personal assistant, a playful, big breasted fox girl in lacy lingerie with a collar.

The neko made his way to an idling limousine outside and climbed in, the driver needing no instruction to start driving towards the airport. His personal assistant needed no instruction either, dutifully kneeling on the floor of the luxurious limo and unzipping her boss’s trousers. She started licking and suckling on his cock gently, knowing that her powerful boss liked their sessions to last the entire trip, as Sidney sighed with pleasure and looked out the window. Everywhere on the street complete strangers were fucking under the neon lights that lined the streets. Just a normal day, but no doubt it would cause quite the bit of culture shock for his guest. Most of the world was now a carnal utopia, and the senses were assaulted everywhere you looked. The perfect cover for corporations to do business. with everyone bedazzled and horny, they could get away with anything.

Sidney’s personal assistant finished him right before they arrived at their destination, perfect timing as always, that's why he kept her around. She cleaned him up and put his trousers back on. The trio exited the vehicle, which had pulled up onto a private air strip next to an expensive private jet. This person was important enough that Sidney needed to be there to personally greet him, possibly trillions of dollars could be made or lost here The neko stood there in his trousers, shirt and tie, hands in pockets and his entourage at his sides, as the plane disembarked.

 

[Umbrale]

"To think that not only would they copulate mid-flight, but they didn't even stop, while landing! First-class flying, huh?"

The voice that sailed free of the opened jet door--stairs cascading down in an interlocking fashion, to be secured easily upon the strip--was almost as smooth as the vehicle itself. A quad-wing lattice design crafted for maximum comfort, speed, and sheer badassery. Smaller than public aircraft, sleek, and fitted for just a few individuals in a beyond-First-Class environment. Expensive, was quite simply an understatement; a craft of such utter quality was among those used only by the heads of the corporations that ran the planet.

Of course, the magnitude of class that the body which exited the craft excluded, could very well speak of that upper-echelon lifestyle.

Polished black shoes met the top of those chromatic descending stairs with a striking sound that resounded on the quiet tarmak. The wonders of a private landing strip, so much so that it was sound-proofed from the agonizing noises of the public side. Hell, it was private enough, that for once, no semblence of fornication was around, as no workers were, either. The only sense of which, was actually the noises that an astute ear could hear within the cockpit. All the more so, was that sound pronounced, by the visual stimuli that the figure provided. Clad in a suit tailored to precise size, and fitted perfectly. Straight edges and unblemished folds instead of tarsely wrinkled blemishes adorned the midnight-black material; split down the middle of the jacket with not a white button-up, but a vibrant pink one. Straight-backed, tall-standing, and without a fault to appearance. Of course, raised on a high-class life, it was what to be expected.

The only thing that didn't scream class, was the way the figure's hand rose, to brush back a lock of raven hair from his eyes. His looks were actually almost feminate. The only that stood him apart as male, were the more monstrous features that adorned him. From the back, a purposeful hole in those fit black slacks, released a tail of a vibrant, burning heat of red. Scaled, and almost serpentine in nature, easily a yard long, and narrowing at the tip. However, at said-end of appendage, the thing spelled slightly, and formed a gaunt bulb. "Bulb" more accurately described as a closed tulip-shape, almost a light pink in shade, compared to the vibrant red of his tail. Just under the hollow of the neck, where the button-up met his collarbone, a fluff of white fur was apparent. At each jutting of smooth, but angular jawline, a swathe of vibrant red, like the tail, graced the skin, yet weren't covered in those armored scales. And above, atop that head, two more sets of extremities; horns, and ears! Two deep golden-hued horns jutted from just above the forehead, curving upwards in just barely an arch towards one-another. Set slightly to the sides-and-behind them, were the fluffy red-tinted ears akin to a canine in shape, but nearing the tip those flaming scales appeared again in style, arching out from the tip in hardened membranes. At the base of each ear was just the tiniest poof of that same white fur that adorned the chest.

Of course, none of these were pointedly male-biased, unless one knew of specific Mamono-physiology. It was almost common knowledge to the educated, however, considering the number of anatomical modifications, DNA-interweaves, and simply Mamono themselves that mixed in common society. Hell, since a few decades past, they were barely even acknowledged as different. But, to those who knew, draconoids of the female variety were typically heavily-busted and voluptuous, unless of the Wyvern family. And considering that no wings extended from the male's arms, he was not a wyvern. As such, despite the cheekbones, and lithe form to suggest it, only those with knowledge of species could count him apart from a gal'.

Or, of course, anyone that knew anything of economy. Nicholas Dal' Remowntai, the prodigy son of two mega-corporations. From the mother's side, a Manticore, cruel sadism and dominant seduction incarnate; Nella, owner of the leading corporation on liquid essences, and leading exporter of aphrodisiacs to the New World corporations. From the father, highborn-dragon, power and strength of will embodied; Stellum, CEO of the corporate-conglomerate providing capital goods, tools, and leading the exportation of on-demand... "manpower".

But, all the grander, his fame only came in part by the crossbreed of upper-echelon blood that he was. Exploding through schooling several years above his time, by the time he was in his early teens, the male was an executive in both his parent's corporations. By eighteen, the young femboy diversifying stock, providing un-paralleled predictions of the market and pre-cursory "booms". Now, at the ripe age of 25, he was first in line to two mega-Corps, and was held as a prodigy around the world for amassing a fortune that rivaled both members of his inner-family.

So, a mind, the money to back its whims, and the looks to fancy both sexes. Oh, and hetero-chromatic eyes. Like the piercing gaze that bore into the soul, each clanking step down the gangplank brought those dual shades of striking gold, and still silver, ever-closer to Sydney. "Ah, so you're the representative I'm to meet?" A pause hung in the air, and the male's almost messy black hair shifted a bit with the way that his neck tilted, cracking a tiny smile from those feminine lips. The smooth voice rolled out again as he closed the distance between the two strangers.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Nicholas, as I'm sure you know...", his hand extended, palm down at first, but with an impromptu adjustment--as if accustomed to a royal treatment--the hand twisted, to present in a proper handshake. "...Please, do call me Nicki. "

There was just... one, teensie, itty-bitty little problem. With an utterlessly straight face that belied absurd naivety and blissfully unaware ignorance, his hand was extended to the minotaur bodyguard.

"It's quite clever to have your bodyguard disguised as a lingerie-model, and your assistant seems like quite the prim-and-proper Kitty!"



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[Mission Foxxy]

Sidney watched as the visitor disembarked from the private jet. Stepping down with practiced grace. He’d been described by Sidney’s subordinates as a mongrel, not that they or the neko himself would dare use that term to his face. However that word didn’t seem to do the man justice. He was attractive that was certain. If they’d met in different circumstances Sidney might be interviewing the man for his personal entourage. Hopefully the young neko would get the chance to have some proper fun with him before the end of the day.

Top or bottom? Sidney wondered to himself, trying to guess at the man’s preferences. Not that it bothered him either way, the young CEO was no stranger to giving or receiving. Or maybe he’s not a fan of men? He’d heard rumors. It was said that in the places where the Free Use laws never took hold there were still those who purposely refused the comforts of one half of the population. What absolute savages. Sidney grinned. If everything went well enough, that all might change in a few decades though. If the partnership went through, the super corporations would have their foot in the door. From there it was only a matter of time until the same process that occurred many times over took effect. With enough money to throw at lobbying anything was possible.

The neko watched as Nicki approached. He was about to respond, before the visitor held his hand out to Sidney’s minotaur bodyguard. Sidney’s facade broke for just a moment, his brow furrowed and twitched as his smile contorted before he calmed himself, remembering everything that was at stake, he took a deep breath. The massive bodyguard regarded the outstretched hand in front of him for a moment before tilting his head, silently gesturing to the neko next to him. Sidney took Nicki’s hand, squeezing it tight.

“Sidney Young, a pleasure to make your acquaintance Mr. Remowntai. Don’t worry, Abe and myself get confused for each other all the time, we do look quite alike after all.” He joked, resuming his act while shaking Nicki’s hand firmly.

With little warning, while still shaking Nicki’s hand, Sidney stepped well into Nicki’s personal space, and reached between the man’s crotch, groping him through the fabric. A typical greeting, but also a calculated move. He thought back to the countless meetings that had been held in the weeks leading up to this moment. In the end it was decided to confront the visitor head on, subdue him with the debauchery of this place, woo him with an endless cavalcade of carnal pleasures. The strategists seemed to think Nicki would be susceptible to these methods for some reason. Sidney simply hoped he wasn’t making a trillion dollar mistake.

“You must be pent up after your trip.” Sidney squeezed him again. “I thought we’d head out for lunch at a nice restaurant, let you unwind a bit before we talk business.” Finally Sidney relinquished the man’s privates and stepped back, leading Nicki to the luxurious limo.

“So how was your flight” Sidney asked as they climbed into the luxurious limo. He sat on one seat, with Abe the minotaur sitting beside him, leaving their guest to take the seat opposite. The lingerie clad vixen climbed into the vehicle last of all, sitting on the ground of the spacious vehicle at Sidney’s feet. The limousine was beyond luxurious, with easily enough room to hold a conference if need be in the rear compartment, the seats were lined with exotic, silky smooth materials and cushioned with electronically controlled nano foam that would soften and stiffen in response to pressure to create the most comfortable seat imaginable. Holographic emitters lined the cabin, and there was a mini bar to one side that contained a small fortune worth of fine wine and rare liquors that had only been produced in small batches, as well as a number of bottles of different styled lubricants.

As the vehicle began to move, the fox lady on the ground dutifully turned to her employer, reaching to undo his trousers once again, however Sidney stopped her short. “Entertain our guest Vivian. I’m sure he needs some relief after that long trip.” The vixen nodded and smiled ,crawling over to where Nicki sat, positioning herself between his legs and rubbing his thighs while looking up into his eyes.

“My personal assistant Vivian, she’s very talented. I would recommend letting her use her mouth but you can take her any way you want. But I’m sure you’ve been briefed on how things work here.” Sidney said with a smile, while absent mindedly rubbing the leg of the minotaur beside him.

"But if you’d rather have Abe I’m sure he’d be happy to oblige."

 

[Umbrale]

Oh. Woops. Would've thought they'd send someone bigger... Nicki thought to himself, only the slightest twist of his lips into an awkward smile betraying the slip-up. On the spot, his feet pivoted, and he turned to squarely face the neko. An appraising gaze was curtly guess over the shorter fellow(Not that Nicki was very much taller), lingering on the ears, and that tail that swished behind. A tilt of his head, and a concurrent twitching of one scale-laced fluffy ear expressed his more formal apology to Sydney. "My apologies. I guess I gravitates to the biggest one he----. "

Oh-so promptly his apologetic explanation was cut off, by the hand fondling his crotch. To his credit, while Nicki did stiffen up, and appear rather surprised, he didn't back away. Rather, he stood stock-still, with the lightest of blushes coming to his cheeks at the unexpected groping. Then-again, he wasn't without pre-cursory information about this place, and while he did seem too unaccustomed to return the "greeting", he didn't flail away at the very least.

Upon grateful withdrawal--that last squeeze definitely felt a pressure of the growing against the fabric. A blink of relief-like realization, and the draconic male adjusted his jacket's button. his eyes, slanted d9wnwards as if paying attention to the formality of those shining onyx disks. In reality, it was fraught with the embarrassed anxiety of a person caught off-guard. "Ah, yes... A lunch sounds nice... ", he almost murmured, downwards-cast eyes readjusting to focus on the feminine neko, and promptly follow him to the vehicle.

The limousine was grand, of course, what-with it's premiums of comfort, but Nicki didn't even seem surprised. Accustomed to such wealth and ease, it seemed, spoken in bounds by the lack of concern for his luggage; such things would ve directed and cared for in due process. A light seat brought him across from Sydney, one leg crossing over the other. "Decent enough, I suppose. It was calm, and peaceful, although I wish they put more thought into sound-proofing from the cockpit. " The last of his commentary rolled off with an amused edge; a rather subtle joke that played on both crude humour, and more refined comedic sense.

Eyes attentive, however, he watched the foxy(ha) lady adjust to her boss' desires , and subsequently be directed to him. Blinking in abrupt surprise, Nicki almost subconsciously un-crossing his legs. While the rubbing of her hands so sensually over his thighs brought a blush to his cheeks, the male was clever enough to hold his cool, and reply, "Ah. Well, as pent-up as I may be, I did have a relaxing flight, and... ", and now, his lips quirked up into a tiny smirk. "...You've expressed your admirance of her mouth, and your body guard alone seems dignifingly stoic. I might be taking libterties, but I'd assume they're the most tense ones here. Where I come from, it's natural to spread what fairness is possible, around; if you'll have them attend to one-another. " Something in those mis-matched, hypnotizing eyes sparkled with the gleam of a witty comeback. Almost as if it was a game.




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[Mission Foxxy]

Sidney keenly watched his voluptuous personal assistant do her work on his guest, getting an excellent view of Vivian’s shapely behind in the process. For a moment it seemed as if Nicki would relent, no one would blame him, sitting in the lap of luxury with an objectively attractive fox woman eager to please him, it wouldn’t be an easy thing to turn down. But the young neko wasn’t surprised when his visitor casually deflected her attention onto his bulky body guard. He felt the minotaur growing firm under his touch.

Vivian looked back over his shoulder, as though seeking approval from her master, she knew where her loyalties lied. Sidney simply smiled and nodded, and the fox turned around, going to work on Abe. As she did, Sidney reached over, pulling her panties down and grabbing a firm handful of her behind. Vivian didn’t react at all, still teasing the minotaur’s bulge as her round butt swayed, giving Nicki a view of her tantalizing pussy and ass between each swish of her tail. It seemed she was getting quite aroused as her sex was soon growing damp. Anyone with a decent sense of smell would likely pick her scent up on the air. The neko smiled and sat himself next to Nicki with a smile.

“Nice view isn’t it? And how very generous of you to not hog her all to yourself. But I think we both know you had ulterior motives in mind.” The femboy pressed himself close to Nicki, putting one arm around him, and placing the other hand on his leg, rubbing him softly and sensually. Sidney turned himself slightly to better face Nicki, looking him straight in the eyes, close enough the they could feel each other’s warm breath, and that Nicki would smell the sweet, flowery perfume scent from Sidney. The neko held himself with some innocence, all a facade of course, but it was an act he was very well versed in putting on.

“If you wanted me instead you should have just said so. In fact you’ll realize pretty soon that in this place you don’t even need to ask.” His ears twitched as his fingers crept closer to Nicki’s privates with a delicate touch that made Vivian’s attention seem like the stumbling of an amateur. Sidney knew how to set a man’s senses on fire with a touch.

In an instant he was on top of Nicki, swinging around so that his legs were on either side of the monster boy’s, facing him, and practically sitting in his lap, pinning the man down, although it wouldn’t be hard to physically push the neko aside if Nicki wanted to, although the obvious threat of a large minotaur intervening in his boss’s defense was ever present. Sidney was in the man's face, staring into the depths of Nicki's eyes, hoping Nicki would be lost in the brilliant green depth of his irises. He leaned in to plant a kiss on Nicki’s lips before he had much chance to react, reaching down between them with one hand to fondle his visitor’s privates, Sidney’s own erection quite visible through the fabric. Meanwhile Vivian had freed the minotaur’s large, thick cock and was pleasuring it loudly. Abe tried to stoically watch his charge even while trembling from the pleasure the fox was giving him.

“There’s really no need to hold back.”

 

[Umbrale]

The relief that momentarily swiped across Nicki's features at the fox-girl's turn of attention, was wiped clean-away when the fem-Kitty tugged that skimpy article of clothing right down. The dignified male's gaze was instantly caught by that swishing tail, and the objects of desire that rested just below them. The neko's hand, fingers sinking into the plush, soft skin just to the side, and then, the scent. With a casual breath not thinking, a blush blossomed on male's cheeks, matching in hue to the swath of red there.T-That scent... so easily... Politely, one hand rose to rest just below his nose; a sign of utterly ashamed mannerisms to the unfolding events. After all, draconics hailed from their reptile ancestor's acute sense of smell, and if the bulge now visible in his slacks was any implication of its affects, than they could be easily swayed by such things. "A-Ah... yes...", He murmured in agreement after a moment, acknowledging the enticing heart-shape, despite his eyes glancing away from the alluring sight.

Of course, be it for better or worse, Sydney was prompt to slide into that gaze, and his hand quickly came to rest within the privacy of Nicki. A blink, and that blush faded slightly, his attention drawn from the sheer sultry-ness of the vixen and minotaur, to that of the femboy beside him."N-No, I didn't mean anything to suggest...", he trailed off, with another sniff, now drawn to the intoxication of those subtle blooming flowers of a perfume. Pupils dilated slightly, as if focusing on the effeminate male beside him. And if his embarrassment wasn't adorable enough, the way his breath hitched just-so, at that hand tracing down along his thigh, could send an erotic shiver down the spine of anyone.

"...I just didn't expect the change in our culture to be so... pressing, and...", his train of thought ran off the rails, when the neko shifted into his lap. While Nicki wasn't the tallest, or the largest of males, he was of a slightly below-average size, and thus, still larger than the short femboy. But the way they fit together, with his toned, lithe form in comparison to his partner's smaller one, was wondrous. Their bodies lined up just so, for Sydney to sit back, with room to spare with which to fondle Nicki. And even while the hybrid's blush darkened, and his hues peered into the entrancing gaze of Sydney's--there was, actually, a note to be said about Nicki's ownheterochromic eyes holding quite the hypnotic beauty--emerald gems, the femboy had snatched out a kiss. If that was enough to invade their space, his hand found a bulge that was positively throbbing with passion.

While the blushing, taken-aback gaze of the prodigy didn't speak his mind, Gods, he's fucking sexy..., his body was more than happy to. The bulge under Sydney's hands pulsed with every slow stroke and enticing squeeze; the heat emanated from that swell under the fabric, quite noticeable even through the black material. And his slenderly bulb-tipped tail had flitted free of his sitting posture, to flick and whip behind him, against the seat, with an anxious energy. The hands that had been bunching and scratching lightly at the illustrious nano-cushion seats of the vehicle, shifted slowly, tentatively to the thighs of the femboy, just above the knee. "Y-You'll excuse my behavior, considering the... differences in our public natures...", came the blubbering excuse for his trepidation. But, those lips parted just-so, to whisper free the impassioned pants of breath, the bulge throbbing under a skilled touch, and those monstrous appendages quivering with anxiety, all spoke the nervous eagerness of a taboo subject, yet-unknown.





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[Mission Foxxy]

Sidney smiled, staring Nicki in the eyes again. It was apparent the mamono was aroused, the growing bulge in his pants couldn’t be concealed. Sidney stroked it softly with a well practised touch. When Nicki’s hands came to rest on the neko’s thighs he knew he hadn’t made a mistake. Sidney’s tail twitched and he leaned in kissing Nicki again, using his tongue this time and holding it for a good ten seconds at least. When he pulled back away there was a strand of saliva between his soft boyish lips and Nicki’s. The femboy reached up and loosened his tie, tossing it aside and undoing the top button of his tailored silk shirt to get more comfortable, before leaning in, this time not to kiss Nicki’s lips, but pressing his lips against the monster boy’s neck, kissing and suckling, pulling away with a slight pop that left a red mark on the man’s neck, taking a similar shade to the vibrant red flourishes that naturally adorned Nicki’s jawline.

He looked deeply into Nicki’s eyes once more and smiled, grabbing a fistful of the man’s shirt to bring him closer, Sidney loved the feeling of being in control. “I understand, but I can’t let you waste that body by not using it. And I know you want to, there’s no shame here. See, look at those two.” Sidney peered over his shoulder as Vivian who was loudly slurping on the minotaur’s large cock, Abe had placed a hand behind her head, while still keeping an eye on Sidney, ready to jump into action if a threat presented itself. Vivian’s soft, round ass was still swaying back and forth, her tantalizing pussy completely damp now, begging to be used.

“They’re my employees but that just means I get to take them with me. They’d still fuck even if they weren’t being paid. Vivian especially is a notorious slut. But she’s not exactly unique in this country. The Free Use Act isn’t just a law, it’s a way of life.” Sidney pulled Nicki into him, kissing him forcefully, his tongue pressing into Nicki’s mouth. The femboy was growing more forceful by the second it seemed, his innocent outer layer shed to reveal the horny, confident, power hungry neko beneath. He pulled back yet again and went back to Nicki’s mouth, biting him softly, leaving a mark on the other side.

Finally he reached down, pulling down his own zipper, revealing the lacy women’s panties he was wearing underneath, and pulling out his hard cock which twitched with anticipation, already leaking a drop of precum, though it was only average sized it seemed bigger on his small frame. He then reached to do the same to Nicki, freeing his member, before grasping them both together with one hand and stroking both of them at the same time.

“Now we’ve only got twenty minutes or so before we reach our destination so let’s not waste any more time.” He said calmly, looking Nicki dead in the eyes while still stroking their privates together. “Tell me do you want to bend me over and fuck me or would you rather I do the same to you?” There was no hint of shame or hesitation in the femboy’s hungry eyes whatsoever. And the unspoken implication was clear, if Nicki didn’t choose one or the other than a choice would be made for him.

 

[Umbrale]

It was quite easy to tell that Nicki was warming up to the action, as he was all but unreactive to the kiss. His lips slipping a bit wider, to meet the femboy's, and, surprisingly-enough, his tongue bridged the gap as well, fencing with the neko's still-yet timidly. When they parted from the longer kiss, the hybrid whistled in some air, admiring the sight of the effeminate male getting all the more comfortable. If the hardened throbbing of what lay in his slacks was implication-enough, the male was quite turned-on, by the facade-tossing male straddling his lap. That flowery scent of sweet perfume, his smaller, but more aggressive frame up against Nicki's own... It was clear that the foreigner was prompt to be in the mood.

But when it came to the femboy suddenly darting in to lay a sucking kiss on his neck, the result was a bit less-so expected. Close enough was he, to the fluffy puff of white down that settled like fure in the hollow of the male's neck-meets-chest, that Sydney could catch the soft, yet almost spicy scent of it. Almost a musk really, alluring with the way it tanted at the senses with an experience yet to be enjoyed. An aspect of the Manticore side, it could only help in enflaming the femboy's libido. And all the more so, when he gave Nicki's neck the light-rough treatment. Instantly, the dragonic's body tensed slightly, and his body contorted enough to arch his back from the seat. A hiss of a breathe was whisked out, edging on a light groan, until that popping sound slipped in amongst the queerly wet noises brought on by Vivian across-the-way. After all, that large minotaur shaft wasn't the easiest to fit in a mouth.

Of course, Nicki would be reminded of that, by following Sydney's gaze, managing not to blush a bloody red this time, however. Except for when the compliment hit in that explanation, where-as his eyes sought futile refuge from the sight that barraged him."...I see...", was all that he murmured, before blustering a murmured nothing in surprise as he was tugged forward to meet the femboy's far more impassioned kiss. Unprepared this time, Nicki only fenced against Sydney within his own mouth; tongue entwirling, circling, and even sucking lightly upon the neko's questing appendage.

Like shedding a skin to reveal someone all the more primal, it appeared the the effeminate male also decided to rid himself of patience. But at the sight of sultrily lacy panties, Nicki blinked in surprise. Another blink of surprise at the manhood that jutted free a moment later. Not at the piece, of course, but at the size; of course expecting smaller from such an effeminate male. But, a good surprise, it seemed, as when it came to his own bulge being unleashed, Sydney would find his hand practically slapped away by the schaft that sprung free. He was definitely above average. Not even close to encroaching on the grounds that was Abe, but for a male of any typical species, he was a hung boy indeed. It was a wonder that Sydney could fit his hands around them both, and even more so to start jacking them off at speed.

It was the second bite, however, that set Nicki off. With him being freed during the same action as the neko's hungry kiss, this left him with stimuli only enhanced when teeth met his neck. This time, the reaction was all the more pronounce; head tilting to the side, to let loose a squeak of a moan that drew on for the entire moment that spike of illustrious pain that only a hickey could draw, dawned on his neck. His hands, having been resting on the femboy's thighs, slid quickly forward, and around, cupping the male's pert ass. Fingers grasped tightly, groped, and then with a force that denied his timidity, drove the neko closer. With Nicki and his own manhood firmly in their grasp, it provided a platform for the two to rub slickly against one-another, wetted slightly by the precum that both dropped steadily.

Now, there was something to be said, about the force behind his grasp. Being of draconic and demonic heritage, he was strong. Quite, so, it seemed, with how little Sydney weighed to begin with, it was like he weighed quite-literally nothing to Nicki. And the tension, that almost humming electricity stored in the legs that the femboy rested over, bespoke a power that would have the feminine male truly rutted, should Nicki choose his high-back-road.

His response to the neko's double-bladed question--with silver and gold eyes peeing right back into those emerald depths--came smooth, if not with a husky tone that he didn't hold before. "...You people...", a pause, and his arms began to flex regularly, bringing the effeminate male's hips down and in, rubbing the undersides of their members erotically together between his hands. "...really seem to get to the point, too quickly. Time is money, but, you aren't being paid right now. Did you...", another pause, and another forced roll of those hips. "....Just forget how good, other... stuff...", on this pause and lusty grind, the male threw his own hips into it, and thrusted that throbbing schaft of his own up through Sydney's hand, In doing so, a particular short shot of his pre laced up over the trap's fingers. "...Can be?"

It was clear now, with half-lidded eyes of lusty abandon, and the fashion in which he began rubbing himself together with Sydney, that the femboy had hit on a spot far too sensitive. Or just right, as some might have it. The foreigner's fingers dug into that pert ass, scratched lightly, and tugged, their members held in the embrace of the femboy's dexturous hand, stroking against one-another in a curved, sliding path upwards.





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[Mission Foxxy]

Nicki’s spirited response bought a devilish smile to Sidney’s lips. He’d found the man’s soft spot, and intended fully to exploit it. Grinding his supple behind into the Mamono’s firm grip, he wasn’t used to being manhandled, almost always being the one in the position of power, it was exhilarating to feel a tight grasp. But the neko wasn’t intending to relinquish himself fully, he’d melt the foreign visitor into an orgasmic mess before the day was through. The mental image of the half dragon in a puddle of his own seed with an exhausted grin on his face excited Sidney even more. They’d probably never get to talk about business at this rate.

Sidney relinquished his grasp on both of their cocks, letting the two members slide against each other naturally as he took hold of Nicki’s shirt with both hands pulling him forcefully forward for another kiss, his tongue writhing around inside the monster boy’s mouth. Pulling back from the kiss he tore the Mamono’s shirt open sending buttons flying around the limousine’s compartment, revealing the man’s firm chest. He placed his hands on the man’s chest, pressing Nicki back into the seat forcefully, feeling Nicki’s chest under his soft fingers while staring him directly in the eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ll buy you a new one, but you look better without it.” He took a moment to feel the monster’s boy chest before reaching up to unbutton his own shirt, revealing his soft supple torso, his skin had not a single blemish on it’s porcelain surface and was delightfully smooth.

“Other stuff? Hmm and what would other stuff be?”

His hands slid around Nicki’s body to his back, under his clothing. “Something like this?” He asked, he pulled himself towards the man, pressing their chests together while driving his ass into Nicki’s tight grip, their cocks pressed between their two hot bodies, sliding against flesh on all sides. Sidney dug his fingers into Nicki’s back, pressing tightly to draw out a reaction from him.

“Maybe this?” He said, Leaning in to lick the man’s neck before giving him another bite, still digging fingers into his back to leave a decent mark. All the while grinding his body up against Nicki’s, their cocks sliding together, lubricated slightly by drops of precum dripping from both of them.

“What about this?” Sidney continued, bringing one hand back up to stroke the Mamono’s red jawline, before planting another kiss on his lips, not a forceful one this time, but a softer more sensuous kiss, contrasted by the forcefulness of the one hand that was still digging into Nicki’s back. He pulled back from the kiss and started licking and kissing his way down Nicki’s neck and chest, before becoming more firm, sucking on the man’s chest, leaving red marks behind.

“Is that what you like Nicki?” He said, pulling back, looking the man in the eye again while reaching down to resume stroking their cocks together. “I’ll give you what you want, as your host, but before the end of the night one of us is going to fuck the other. That’s what I want, but I’m happy to wait until later when we’ve got more time.” He smiled, bringing his hand up, with a drop of precum glistening on one finger. He bought it to Nicki’s mouth, pressing his finger in between his lips, letting the monster boy taste his cum, which Nicki would find was not the typical bitterness but instead, a sweet berry flavor, the result of a daily nano machine smart pill that altered some minor parts of his body’s physiology.

“But we have an understanding don’t we, I scratch your back,” He punctuated the remark by digging his fingers into Nicki’s back, “You scratch mine.”

 

[Umbrale]

Nicki wasn't simply putty under the femboy's hands now, but neither did he fight against Sydney's control. With an impassioned kiss, and that tongue invading past his lips, the Mamono eagerly applied suction to it, and danced his own dexterous tongue in a swirl about the neko's. Of course, when they parted, there was still a gasp of surprised that slipped free from him, when the buttons of his shirt went flying about the limousine. Frankly, he wasn't expecting that strength from the diminutive form of the trap. But, his eyes were just as quickly on the sight of Sydney's own slim form.

Under the neko's hands, Nicki's toned body felt exsquisite. He wasn't objectedly muscular, of course, but there was a toned fitness to his body, that belied an above-average level of athleticism. Just the barest cuts of a six-pack set an admired sight to be seen. "I-I can say the same, for you...", his smooth voice spoke, eyes trailing along the smooth cuteness of his feline partner's abdomen. Befitting of someone so feminine, even those pert, tiny nipples belied an attractive shade of pink.

The hissing breathe that was sucked in, when Sydney drew their bodies so much closer, spoke for his approval. In a world where sex was on-par with breathing, it could be said that the tinier details were looked-over at times. And, somehow, Nicki had communicated that perfectly; the erotic sensation of two bodies entertwined so closely, their faces just inches apart. The feeling of his fingers stroking up the back... suddenly digging in, instead brought an arch out of the half-dragon, a light groan slipping from his lips. But he wasn't lost that ass pressing firmly back; his grip tightened, and squeezed, rolling the firm shape under his grasp in an enjoying fashion.

He seemed about ready to say something, probably a retort, when Sydney bit down again on his neck; this time it was a noticeably soft cry of eroticism. That type of sweet moan that was torn from the back of a mind, without so much as a thought. An instinctual, electrifying thing, that rippled through his body with shiver down the spine; ending with a jolt to his hips that ran his hot schaft right up against the neko's own. And the fingers gripping that femboy's ass tightened unintentionally, dragging slightly downwards to etch his own red marks, while tugging with a force to grind their bodies together.

The subsequent teasing inquiry, fell on deaf ears, as Nicki's half-lidded eyes closed to enjoy the sensuous, sweet kiss that switched up the pace of things. And then, with those sucking kisses down his chest, the Mamono's back arched and pressed upwards, enjoying the sensations of each wet, drawing tease. Only when he finally pulled away, to pose a more serious statement, did the half-dragon snap from his daze to focus his eyes again into those emerald depths.

He said nothing, only caught and held those eyes, hips rocking with an insistency that eagerly drove his member to meet Sydney's stroking hand. When the finger came to deliver that sweet drop, he took it without a sound other than his heavy breaths. Lips parted, and closed on the digit, sucking gently. But the moment those last words slipped from the neko, and his fingers tightened again to leave vibrant red marks down the half-dragons back, Nicki closed his teeth about the finger. Not roughly, of course, but it was a nip sharp enough draw the digit back out. "But most cats, like rough scratches...", his voice whispered, husky and thick in comparison to the meekness it had been before Sydney had teased him so.

And with his words, his hands moved, one suddenly grabbing that tail twitching with the femboy's excitement. Right around the base, his grip tightened thoroughly, and suddenly tugged backwards. But with the action, his free hand shot up, getting a handful of those white locks, and wrenching the neko's mouth to his own. A rough, forceful, kiss drove against him, and before Sydney could turn that tide with his tongue, Nicki's own shoved forward, exploratory to the other side. With what sounds the femboy might make, muffled, the Mamono's fingers coiled more finely around that tail, and drove upwards; pulling it, but simultaneously stroking up the length.

When their lips finally parted, Nicki followed with yet-another tug of that appendage, now held by the tip. "Shut it.", he growled precursorly, and then leaned in, around to the side of the femboy's neck. With an almost savage force, the half-dragon latched to the skin, nipping and sucking rather roughly. It was clear that Nicki had decided to reciprocate the taunting attacks on his own neck, by leaving something more lasting of a mark on the sultry femboy. But with that hand tugging and abusing the pearlescent tail, as well as the hips underneath him that drove upwards, insistently reminding the trap about the rod of iron that rested--throbbing and hot with tension--against his own, it was clear that he had more erotically pressing concerns.


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[Mission Foxxy]

Sidney was surprised by the sudden bite, pulling out his finger quickly. The sudden change in Nicki’s demeanour caught the neko off guard, long enough for the Mamono to grab him forcefully, Sidney let out a small muffled yelp into their locked lips as his tail was tugged but quickly collected himself, digging his fingers harder into the skin of Nicki’s back, his nails sure to leave scratch marks as his body tensed up. When they were forcefully parted, Sidney looked the man straight in the eye as he growled his command, not flinching once. He let Nicki continue, the half dragon leaning in to leave his own mark on Sidney’s neck. The young neko let out an unrestrained cry halfway between pain and pleasure, his heart rate skyrocketed at the treatment he was receiving. None had dare touched him like this in years. It felt amazing, his cock throbbed, leaking out precum, and his heart thumped. But the CEO had no intention of relinquishing control completely.

His hand shot out, reaching up to grab one of the half dragon’s horns, forcibly pulling him in to kiss him roughly, the neko’s tongue thrusting in and out of Nicki’s mouth furiously, while Sidney drew his other hand down the length of the Mamono’s torso, leaving a bright red scratch mark. When the young feline finally pulled back from the kiss his teeth closed around Nicki’s lip, stretching it out for a moment before releasing.

“I like rough scratches alright, but only from the right person. Most people wouldn’t dare touch me like that.” With a hand still wrapped around Nicki’s horn he pulled hard, tilting the foreigner’s head and leaning in to whisper in his ear. “But don’t tell me to shut up again.” He bit down on Nicki’s ear lobe, leaving a good mark before pulling back. Sidney shifted slightly. At first it may not be apparent what he was doing. Until it was clear that his foot was reaching for an adjustment lever under the seat.

The luxurious seat tilted back with an electronic whine as far as it could go, giving Nicki a much more reclined position. Now SIdney looked down on him with a devilish grin, admiring the various marks he had left on the half dragon's body, his hands pressing down on Nicki’s shoulders. It was an intimidating sight, but it wouldn’t take much effort if the mamono wanted to turn the tables on him. Sidney purred, reaching to tug off his shirt entirely, revealing his bare torso.

“But by all means scratch me all you want.” He said, reaching down to tug on Nicki’s cock vigorously. “Play rough. I love it.”

 

[Umbrale]

The yelp, the cry, the pain of his nails scratching, as the femboy tensed above him, was like music to Nicki's senses. But, even he wasn't naive enough to expect the sultry male from going down so easily. The tug on his horn was resisted at first, but the effort succeeded in pulling away. With a pop that rivaled the noises Vivian produced across the vehicle, the half-dragon was pulled away from the vibrant, red-purple bruise of a mark so vividly adorning the neko's neck. And, strategically high enough to not be hidden by something so simple as the collar of that dress shirt. The kiss, from that relinquishing action, was double-edged, as Nicki pressed into it eagerly, the heat of his own tongue battling and welcoming the feline-male's.The hand, even, that drew down his chest leaving that light red trail, caused his breathing to quiver with the charge of eroticism that arched between them. Finally, the stretching bite of his lip, as the two separated from the kiss; bringing Nicki's attention back to Sydney.

Another bit of resistance to that tug, but the hybrid Mamono did let himself get pulled to the side; shivering at the warmth of the femboy's breath washing over his ear. He stayed silent to the warning that the CEO threw at him, but the sudden bite to that sensitive nubule of flesh brought a tiny groan from under his breath.

The grip in Sydney's white hair, of course, had relaxed, and slipped instead down his side, as Nicki was suddenly dropped backwards. A look of surprise, but quickly regaining composure, at the new perspective up at the gorgeous trap. And with that shirt shrugged off, they both admired one another. One side had a half-dragon, half-manticore hybrid of exotic appeal, scratched about and bruised with crimson marks showing a passion. To the other side, a alluring femboy of a trap, soft and smooth abdomen revealed, unblemished save for the startlingly vibrant bruise of a marking on his neck, claiming him to another.

The tug on his cock sent Nicki's hips up rather hard; a thrust of enough force to actually bounce the light neko upwards. At this, and the CEO's words, the Mamono's lips twisted up into a tiny, one-sided smirk. "Most people won't, huh?" The look shining in those mis-matched hues was a dangerous one, sparkling with a hunger, but a cunning now up to the challenge of beating Sidney on his own dominancy game. "But look at you... you're so hard...", with another sudden tug to that slender tail, that hands slowly slipped down, around the pert ass, to reach betwixt the trap's legs, and curl around that manhood there. Without even a pause for sensation, it began to stroke rapidly. Not even close to the skill of someone as ridiculously practiced as the neko, but with a vigor and soft touch that belied someone of haughty passion."...That you're practically dripping. I bet you'd beg for me to bend you over right here..."

Of course, there was something to be said about Nicki's own erection; it was throbbing with a heat against Sidney's grasp. Rigidly hard, and almost hot to the touch, that thick shaft was pulsing with a rapid heartbeat of pleasure. "...And you've left me with so many marks... In my country, we share..." The hand that had once vacated the femboy's hair, returned, and suddenly shoved his head downwards, up against the hybrid's abdomen, to stare down at the sights of their members pressed together, stroked by their combined efforts, and dripping with the evidence of their pending euphoria. "...And I think I have just the way to mark you up in return...", came the haughty, lusty little growl from Nicki. And, with that, his hand tightened considerably in the neko's hair; he wasn't letting the femboy's head move. Without some clever action on his half, he'd soon be on the receiving end of at least, Nicki's coming climax.

But if that wasn't enough, the half-dragon leaned his own head down slightly, flicking a tongue out across the barest tip of the neko's feline ear. "A-Ah, but you like it rough...", and without so much as a warning, teeth lashed out, nipping down over the tip of it, before a tense suction was applied. Coinciding, of course, with a particularly tight, squeezing stroke of that rod between his legs. A predicament of a position, to be sure, what with the way that Nicki's rod felt precariously close, those throbs running its length only increasing with the speed of the half-dragon's laborious breaths. But, nothing was pinning that femboy from the opposite end, beside the hold on his hair. With a wild enough maneuver, could he--or would he want to--beat the foreigner's turn of attitude?



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[Mission Foxxy]

Sidney let out a pleasure filled moan as that hand slid down his rear and wrapped around his throbbing erection, beginning to stroke it, lubricated by pre cum. The neko squirmed. He was already so aroused by their erotic tussling that even a few seconds of vigorous stroking turned him into jelly, making his body tingle and drawing out several satisfied moans. The feline panted heavily and his face was flushed from the excitement as his facade began to crack.

“Ahhh fuck… I wouldn’t need to beg… If I wanted your cock in me… Right now...” He struggled to let out, continuing to stroke Nicki’s cock as well, feeling his own climax getting close. He was caught off guard when the Mamono forced his head down, giving him a close up view of their two cocks being stroked by each other’s hands, groaning, but loving every second of the rough treatment. He struggled fruitlessly, as was expected, but had no illusions of nor any desire to pull free. Knowing that there was no chance of avoiding being hit by both of their releases as Sidney felt himself getting dangerously close to climax, and wondering how far along his companion was. But Sidney welcomed being marked. Just as he welcomed the bite on the tip of his feline ear, pain intermingling with pleasure. The neko let out an exasperated sigh, rocking his hips ever so slightly as her neared the threshold, practically fucking Nicki’s hand.

“Ahh fuck… I… Ahh...” His speech lost all cohesion as the Half dragon bought him to climax. Sidney let out a loud cry of pleasure as the feeling building up inside of him exploded and thick, warm cum shot out of the tip of his cock in strands, much of it hitting the neko’s own face, and the rest coating Nicki’s stomach and hand. Surprisingly voluminous for his size, Sidney trembled as the Mamono squeezed every last drop out of his cock. Through all of the excitement though he didn’t stop stroking Nicki’s erection, tasting his own flavored cum on his lips, he was more than eager for another helping from the foreigner this time.

Sidney dug his fingers into Nicki’s shoulder with his other hand, leaving a fierce mark as he continued jacking off his partner. The scent of his own cum filled his senses, driving him on, even as he was recovering from his own orgasm.

“Cum… cum for me…” He managed between heavy breaths, “On my face… mark me…”

 

[Umbrale]

And, like a joystick to a controller, like the electromagnetic impulses that caused the character to dance so unabashedly; Sidney melted under that touch. In fact, it was apparent enough that Nicki slipped his lips from the ear he was nibbling, to let out a laugh. "Funny. You sound like you--", a particular upstroke of the femboy sent the half-dragon's hips upwards, and groan into the air."... f-fucking want it..." Of course, his half-hearted struggling was futile against the Mamono's hold, but as the neko began rocking his hips, Nicki knew he was far enough into it, to ease the touch. The hand relented it's hold, and instead stroked around, rubbing the bases of those ears, and his hair, like petting a cat.

"Uhn... Yeah, cum...", the foreigner growled out; easing his head back to view the sight of the quivering kitten, rocking those hips forward with a need. Nicki's grip tightened, and sped up, squeezing gently near the tip as if to help prepare that surging release. Of course, he was quickly approaching his own, with the neko's rapid jacking. That touch was far more skilled than his own, and as such, the Mamono was quickly crumbling. That hot schaft throbbing and bucking within the femboy's grasp, precum leaking in copious amounts. And the scent, so close, was more intoxicating, than the tuft of white fur that adorned the hollow of his chest; a spicy thing that lit up the senses like an exotic dish prepared. But, with neko's sudden cry of ecstacy, his hand sped father, coaxing every sudden shot of that flavored seed from him. Shot after shot, lacing over his own face; the ropes that shot wide lacing to the side, a spot of hair there, Nicki's side here. Imagination sufficient enough for what he couldn't see, the sight lit the foreigner's flames ever-higher.

His hips began to lift and buck, rolling upwards against that jerking hand with a savage intensity. Nigh, he wasn't grinding now, those were full thrusts, fucking through the hole that the femboy's soft touch provided. The half-dragon's hand re-curled into those white locks, his other hand scrunching into the nano-fabric of the seat, besides his hip. The pressure was building, that rigid member expanding slightly under the surge to come. But then, the neko's hands so viciously curled in, and scratched over his shoulder; on-time with the lusting whisper of the owner. That plea, he just couldn't resist; and with a sudden cry of sheer ecstacy, the half-dragon's back arched. Hips shifting upwards as far as he could, body shuddering with the erotic tension of it all.

And then, blissfully, from the tip launched the first shot of that hot sultry-essence. Lace after sticky white lace of the stuff arched in the confined space to land on the neko's face, over both of their abdomens and stomachs. For the first half-dozen, Nicki remained at his apex, but eventually he slumped down, hips jerking slightly as the old heritage of the sex-made Mamono proved true still, his own volume equivalent in surprising ratio of size, to that of the femboy. But, thicker, and with it came the increase in his heated scent. So masculine despite the slightly effeminant appearance, the rich aroma tugged at the libido like the sight of a lewd action tugged at the loins. Several more of the ropes arched to coat the neko, before it petered off. So, too, did the grip on his hair relax, and slowly slide away.

Nicki, beautifully spent, slumped back in his seat, only rising slowly from the afterglow, to peer down at the straightening femboy. The sight of him, so covered in the sign of their impassioned "brawl", brought a light blush to the half-dragon's cheeks. Despite the sign of nigh-embarrassment, there was still that sparkle now of eroticism in his eyes; the sight was something he seemed almost proud of. On one hand, a neko drenched in cum from the waist-up. On the other, a Mamono covered in scratches and the red spots of suctioned kisses. "My, I like how you wear that. Quite posh, and much better than a shirt, at that...", the taunt of a joke slipped free before he could even think of it.





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[Mission Foxxy]

Sidney stroked Nicki’s cock as vigorously as he could, and the Mamono reciprocated by thrusting his hips, fucking the neko’s hand, picking up speed and force with each thrust to the point where the young cum stained CEO was essentially not moving his hand at all, the half dragon merely using his curled fingers as a toy. He panted heavily as Nicki tightened his grip on his white locks, keeping Sidney in place, although the young man was beyond any attempt at struggling out of it now, eagerly awaiting his award.

There was nothing subtle about Nicki’s climax when it happened, the arch if his back and the curling of extremities Sidney saw it coming, closing his eyes as the first burst of the foreigner’s hot seed launched directly into his face, mingling with the neko’s own. He got a good taste of it as the warm fluid continued to spray over the both of them. Sidney wasn’t gentle, even now, he continued stroking the quivering cock in his hand even as it shot out it’s load, knowing Nicki was at the peak of his sensitivity right now, and wanting to milk out every last drop.

Finally the squirts dropped in power and volume as they eventually slowed to a meager dribble. Sidney opened his eyes and licked his lips, tasting the man’s semen mixed with his own and looking down at the beautiful mess they’d created. As Nicki relinquished his grasp, SIdney lay next to him, curling up against his body, tracing his finger in a small circle on the half dragon’s chest in the afterglow of their climaxes. The neko fancied himself an artist, and the Mamono’s body his canvas, looking down at the various scratches and hickies underneath the layer of warm cum. Sidney himself, if one could ignore the cum that covered him, looked almost innocent once again, the aggression was gone, just a young femboy lying curled up next to his lover. He leaned in to kiss Nicki gently, still with some cum on his lips, before looking up.

Until he had looked up he hadn’t even noticed that Vivian and Abe had already finished long ago on the opposite seat, the rest of the vixen’s skimpy outfit having been discarded along the way, her generous breasts and perky nipples free for all to see, or that the vehicle had stopped moving as they’d arrived at their destination.

“Vivian darling… fetch a towel” It would be a shame to see his masterpiece wiped away. But the neko knew he would get a chance to recreate it. The dutiful fox girl found a cloth and dampened it with warm water enough to clean the two men up, a rather relaxing feeling after their vigorous session. Sadly there wasn’t much time to bask in the afterglow. Sidney was a busy man, and this was still a business affair after all, and the foreigner would have to learn how to recover quickly if he was going to survive here. He stepped out of the luxurious limo, with the discarded shirt in hand, which he put back on, although leaving out the tie this time. Amazingly not a drop of cum had gotten on it, although the same couldn’t exactly be said of Nicki’s garments, which he was unfortunate enough to have still been wearing during their climax.

“Maybe you should go shirtless.” Sidney said with a smile, “Show off your trophies.” He traced a finger down one of the longer scratches on the Half dragon’s chest.

“Or I can have Abe fetch your briefcase from the trunk if you insist.” He laughed. Either way, once the Mamono had made up his mind, Sidney lead the way to their destination. The limousine had pulled up at an exorbitantly expensive looking hotel. Of course even in this upper class locale, there were strangers performing all sorts of sex acts on each other out in the open with no shame. Vivian herself hadn’t bothered to re clothe, her generous tits bouncing with each step as she and Abe walked behind their boss. Of course mixed in with the strangers would be several discreet body guards, planted ahead of time in preparation for Sidney’s arrival, hiding in plain clothes. A man of his caliber required a high degree of protection after all, even moreso when dealing with a potential foreign partner. But it wouldn’t do to walk around everywhere openly with a private army. Suffice to say that Both SIdney and Nicki were very well protected.

They made their way to the executive lift which took them to the top level of the towering structure, the doors opening to a dining room that had a gorgeous view of most of the city. “This is the best restaurant in the city in my humble opinion.” Sidney said casually as though the two hadn’t been coated in each other’s cum ten minutes before. The serving staff were uniformly naked, recognizable only by a crimson red armband they all wore. The maître d' himself was a human man, with a well toned body, who recognized Sidney immediately, leading the neko and his partner to the regular table, while Vivian and Abe waited on the sofas at the front of the restaurant.

“Now. I think we should take a look over some of these proposals before we bring them to the discussion table later this week.” SIdney said, producing a holographic display from his phone. It would probably seem surreal to an outsider how one could go from a sex fiend to a proper businessman in such a small time frame, even more so how one could casually conduct business while there was a couple fucking on literally the next table over. As he was busy droning on about business, their waitress a pproached, a charcoal black skinned woman with pointed ears and bouncy breasts, her head was topped with stark white locks, there was no mistaking a dark elf when one saw one. She placed the menus on the table while Sidney continued droning on, three on each side. If Nicki were to peruse them he would find one for food, drink, and the third one, unsurprisingly, with a list of various sex acts ranging from a fairly benign massage to anal sex, all of which would apparently be “served” at the table.

 

[Umbrale]

Lying in the deluxe afterglow of a powerful orgasm was something that few things could beat. Getting toweled-off by a cute vixen girl with a warm towel, was definitely a compliment. So it was that the teasing tones of Sidney's suggestion went on to grace temporarily deft ears. Albeit after a moment, Nicki did blink in cohesion and adjust his gaze to the trap in front of him.

The light blush merging with draconic swashes on his cheeks was adorable, but he didn't let the embarrassment of his messy shirt drag him down. "Ah, please do...", the hyrbid answered, almost making an effort to ignore the finger that trailed down his chest. To think that everything had accelerated so quickly... well, he was just a bit bewildered now. A roll of his shoulders sent the shirt down his arms, and a deft flick of a wrist brought it to bear. But a momentary wait--if only to save some face, he did step free of the limousine's confines, and meet Abe halfway, regardless of the exhibition those vibrant red marks brought him--and a rummage later, a simple white dress shirt was thrown about his shoulders, and buttoned promptly. No need for a jacket now, as the basis was anything but formal."Ah, but, thank you Abe, " He expressed with a small smile. Employment was one thing, being nice, another.

Nevertheless, as they proceeded into the lavish building, Nicki still found himself in abrupt surprise at the lewd acts and shenanigans going "down" literally everywhere. There wasn't an angle one could look, without spotting some form of fornification! All of it, frankly, had the draconic in a constant state of something between mild anxiety, and outright embarrassment. He had expected, and had known of this, but researching something, and being amidst it all, were two completely different experiences, altogether.

"That good, eh? I do hope they know the difference between rare, and medium," passed the hybrid in a rather simple attempt at conversation, alongside the ride in the elevator. When the doors opened, the draconic's eyes widened slightly. Posh, but elaborate, the decorations of a typically neo-modern design. Mood lighting acentuated rigid angles and complimentary-contrasting curves of comfortable crimson cushions. Hell, the light from the wall-windows mixed with the dusky lighting of the room itself to give a distinctly dusk-like sensation of a light tint to the panes. Altogether, the atmopshere of the room made one almost more at ease; relaxed and ready to enjoy time there. Top-of-the-line, of course.

All the more so, when it came to the uniforms of the employees. Or lack-there-of, as it were. Nicki, accustomed to scantily, or professionally clad servers, was blatantly in surprise at the lack of articles. One, of course, would have expected it, given the sexual acts and shenanigans that go on in every peripheral, but he did come from a world of modesty. And, one could only expect so much from research online. Yet, he made the "best" of it; eyes upwards in an attempt to only make eye-contact, even if those heterochromatic hues would entice the weak-willed. Of course, to those astute enough, it was clear his eyes flitted about, enjoying the sights when he believed noone to be watching.

A prompt seat brought them to rest in comfortable lounging chairs in parallel to a table curved at the base and stand, to suit an almost laid-back style without awkward angles. But when it came to business, it seemed Nicki was finally into the tune of things. While the couple trying to rather loudly profess their love, was-indeed a bit of a distraction, it seemed that the hybrid prodigy was not one to be--it was clear his eyes launched over Sidney's shoulder more often than not-- distracted. In fact, he paid apt attention to the feminine neko, only the slightest look of bored repetitiveness sparked in his visage. He had been briefed on all of that, already. It was him, of course, that had proposed the changes, adjustments, and demands, that they now read over.

While the mega-corps were snoddy in their own rights of power, it all came down to the man they called a mongrel, and his decision.

Business-like thought and monotonous tones were thrown aside, at the appearance of their waitress, however, where it was clear that Nicki's eyes were much more appreciative. While many species and blood-types had proliferated over the years, there were still ones that stood as rare-to-see. Especially in certain regions; like any partiularly diverse populace. Beautifully endowed, shapely, and with a shock of blank hair that so perfectly complimented a skin in such abrupt contrast...So it was that the hybrid's eyes made their passes with a flush of crimson to compliment them on his cheeks. When he realized the apparent length of his glance, however, a clearing of his throat brought him to appraise the menus for a few moments. Without looking up--and, by chance, he went in order from the menus, without glancing in succession-- he explained, "Ah... Perhaps the Lobster-tail, garnished over with a Shrimp Cocktail? Piping hot, prefferably...", he trailed off, shifting one menu for the next. "...Hrm, I'll take a Dirty Chai to go alongside it. Extra chocolate." While there might have been a joke to make there about enjoying mochas, what-with the dark-elf there, when his eyes came to view the final menu, the hybrid looked a little stupified. And, to think,there was no option to pass without, at least, without a remarkably awkward question to it. It was like going to a wine-and-dine, without the wine. The fuck did you say?

With an almost apologetic, quirky slip of a smile in his sheepish expression, Nicki turned to his partner for the evening. "Er... You're recommendation?"
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