With the black duffel slung over my shoulder, I strode up to Clara’s door. It had been only a few days since I was last here, and while I had received texts from her since, they felt a little off. The message last night was particularly curious. ‘Lunch @ mine. Bring suit. Need to talk before gaming’. So many things could be inferred from that. Perhaps Clara figured out what Désirée did and wanted to tell me off. Maybe she didn’t know and just wanted to ‘try on’ the suit with me in mine, or wanted tips on how to take care of it? Or... maybe the horny Displacer Beast wanted more... 

 

I took a deep breath and knocked upon her front door. My heart thumped loudly, slowing down time around me as I felt a lump forming in my throat. Could Clara forgive me for what I did? Does she even know it happened? Do all her aspects know? Several seconds of silence prompted me to look back at my car and consider fleeing the awkward situation. But before I could turn tail I heard the familiar click and creak of her door handle simultaneously unlocking and turning. Behind it, squinting into the brightness of the outside world was Clara, dressed in a Minecraft Creeper shirt and N7 track pants. The shirt was the perfect size to accentuate her bust, without being low cut to actually show it off. As usual I looked her in the eyes despite my want to give her a once over.

 

“Dez.” Clara said, her face a little flushed and not making direct eye contact. ‘Fuck’ my inner voice growled ‘she knows’. “Come in.” My friend waved me forward as she disappeared into the darkness within. Her love of gaming had me install blackout curtains on every window several years back, and they were doing a damn good job. Aside from a couple pinpricks of light, she could get near-pitch black at midday if she turned off all her lights and devices with glowing buttons and screens.

 

“Hey, how’s it going?” I offer, trying to bring the atmosphere up from ‘sterile’ to ‘friendly’. 

 

Once the door clicked shut behind me I could see Clara’s shoulders visibly sag. I knew what was coming. “Sit.” she vaguely gestured to the couch. I did so, gently placing my suit on the floor. She shambled around the room to sit on the couch opposite. “Dez, we…” She exhaled, long and hard, taking her glasses off to rub the bridge of her nose. “We need to talk.”

 

“I’m sorry.” I blurted out, before realizing I had. Thinking quickly, I spoke before she could interrupt or tell me ‘sorry wasn’t good enough’. “I should have done more to stop things. You and John, I… I shouldn’t-”

 

“Just shut up for a second!” She cut me off, grunting. “We’re both responsible-”

 

“But you- She…” I tried to interject, but Clara knew what she wanted to say and ploughed ahead.

 

“We are both responsible adults, she just was more willing to do things I…” Clara took another deep breath. “Look, Désirée came to me after John left for work the next morning. She showed me… a lot.” I went beet red in embarrassment, the lump in my throat almost choking me. “Not everything mind, but I could feel how it… ended in the way she spoke.”

“I… I’m-”

 

“Dez,” Clara stood up and walked over to me, seeing how much her words were affecting me. And they were. We had sex, technically without her permission. It was a thought that had weighed heavily on me for several days. If there were only two aspects and one said ‘no’ that was 50% rape. And any percent rape is still rape. But she had more than two aspects, much more. Before I could start calculating what percentage that was, Clara snapped me out of it, grabbing my hand. “Dez, we… we’ve come to an agreement.”

 

The sentence repeated itself in my mind a few times, my brain attempting to decode it. “An… agreement?”

 

Clara sat down on the couch next to me, her face pink with embarrassment. Another deep breath and she was ready to talk. “When we were designing Désirée, I was in a very weird place. My meds were playing havoc with… downstairs.” It took a second to sink in but I nodded in acknowledgement with wide eyes when I finally got it. “So when you finished your sketch and ‘brought her into existence’ as it were, some of those feelings kinda got… assigned to her.”

 

I breathed out, still wide eyed. “That would explain a few things.” I muttered just loud enough for her to hear. She squeezed my hand, getting my attention again as I took another breath. “So I’m partly responsible for her being so…”

 

“Horny? Not really. Though I think she had a lot more say in her design than I thought.” Clara grumbled. Then seeing the confusion in my face she stumbled back over her words. “I- I do like the design, I really do, she looks fantastic.”

 

Seeing how this conversation could spiral out of control and having that one word - ‘Agreement’ - echoing around in my head, I placed my other hand on hers and squeezed. “All of us like the design, it’s okay. ‘Agreement’? What have you two talked about?”

 

Clara recomposed herself and cleared her throat. “So. John and I, well…” She took another deep breath before practically inhaling a glass of water from the coffee table. She put her glasses back on, then took them off. “We haven’t…” I nodded in understanding to end the awkward pause. “Not for a while. And Désirée seems hell bent on doing stuff. And with the con coming up - I do want to go, I really do - but we needed to… strike a deal.”

 

It was Clara who looked like she was panicking now, but I kept a firm grip on her hand and brought her back down with a couple of rhythmic squeezes. “Clara, it’s okay.”

“I - I can’t believe I’m doing this - I …” She closed her eyes and took another deep breath. Several more hand squeezes from me and she spoke again. “When the suit is on, she’s in control. I know she’s gonna… sleep around. But I don’t want her sleeping with just anyone. Dez,” She placed her other hand on the growing stack of hands as she turned to face me directly. “You and she can… you know. But I want you to promise me something.”

 

I was floored by her statement. This was not the way I expected today to go at all. But pushing aside my confusion and the growing arousal creeping from my subconscious I held it together enough to respond. “Anything. You know I’m here for you.” 

 

Clara took another deep breath. “Désirée’s gonna want to experience the con. Including the afterparties. And, well, you told me what happens at some of them.” I nodded, unsure where this was going. She sighed, reaching behind the couch for a small black plastic bag. She handed it to me. “You… I… I need you to have - uh - ‘Veto’ power. Please.” 

 

I felt the bag, something firm but pliant rested inside, like a leather strap. Pulling it out my heart froze. It was a collar. “This…” I muttered, turning the nylon strap over in my hands. A small tag was attached to it, reading ‘Property of Dizzy’ with my mobile number on the back. I was flabbergasted.

 

“She doesn’t know I bought that.” Clara gulped. “But I know she’ll stick by it. I can… feel it.”

 

“This… This is a huge responsibility.” She nodded. “Are you sure you want me to do this?”

 

“I know you’d do everything to keep me safe” Clara said without hesitation. “Just promise me you’ll look out for her.”

 

“I’d have made that promise regardless.” I said, still somewhat surprised by the collar in hand.

 

“Good.” Clara smiled giving me a hug. I extricated my arms from her tight embrace and hugged her back, my relieved breath blowing across her neck causing her to shiver slightly before pulling back. “I think she felt that.” Clara whispered before pulling back to stand. “We also agreed you should give us a proper ‘how to’ with suit etiquette and movement and stuff. So I’ll get suited up.” She sighed, patting me on the shoulder as she moved around the couch to her bedroom door. “You should too, I think she’d like to see that.”

 

I nodded, shoving the collar back in the black bag as I stood. “See you in a few minutes.” 

 

“No, you won’t.” Clara smiled almost sadly as she closed the door. Those words hit me hard. I couldn’t tell if she was bothered by not being the one out to experience fursuiting, or whether she wanted to experience the other stuff. Or just that yet another personality had found its way into her mind, further complicating her life. I shook the consideration from my mind in favour of concentrating on getting changed. Hefting the duffel over my shoulder I made my way to the spare room down the hall.

 

Unlike the colourful and multi-limbed creation I’d devised for Désirée, my suit was a plain ivory-coloured polar bear. I’d opted for a slightly more realistic face shape - as opposed to some of the more toony ones out there - and used some thin foam padding beneath the fur to emphasize some of the thicker areas; specifically around the shoulders and hips. I slid a separate piece of padding into the space where I would usually have a water pack attached and began zipping everything up. Legs first, then body, then head and lastly hands. If I were suiting properly I’d have put some temperature regulating underclothes on, but given we’d be inside and suited up for only an hour or so I figured my boxers would be just fine.

 

Flexing my fingers in the gloves and straightening the cuffs on the sleeve’s velcro strips, I heard a knock on the bathroom door. ‘Damn, how fast is she?’ I thought, smiling. “Come on in.” The bathroom’s sliding door rolled into the wall to reveal the curvaceous displacer beast leaning against the doorframe, one tentacle being twirled seductively. But as I turned to face her - standing to my full height and maybe puffing my chest out a bit - Désirée’s body language shifted from confidant to surprised. 

 

“Dez?” She took a couple cautious steps towards me, her purple fingers reaching out to run through the thick ivory fur.

 

“Dizzy.” I replied, placing a hand on her shoulder and squeezing lightly before brushing the blunt rubber claws down her arm to the explorative hand. I pulled it from my chest fur before it could explore lower and placed it in my other hand to shake. “Pleasure to meet you.” The articulated jaw moved with the slightly over-emphasised words.

 

Désirée shook my hand, then once I’d released her grip she took a step back as I gave her a slow turn, showing off the whole suit. “Hmmm.” She seemed to think, finger on chin as I faced her once more. “Mine looks better.” 

 

I laughed. “I had more practice before yours.” I waved her out of the bathroom towards the livingroom. “Besides, it was worth the extra effort.” I muttered, watching her shapely arse sway as she walked away. Sensing my gaze, the last few steps before she was out of view were significantly more emphasized, her hands almost pulling her hips side to side as the tentacles and tail arcing from her back flicked back and forth. I grabbed the black plastic bag and quickly followed suit.

 

“So,” Désirée all but moaned, her husky timbre giving me goosebumps “You were going to teach me how to be a ‘good’ little furry, right?” She leant over the back of one of the couches, her breasts swaying before being squeezed by her arms. I realise now the space I’d granted the suit in that area hugged her breasts well enough to almost exactly replicate them. There was only barely sculpted material pulling the fur to her chest between the pendulous orbs, but when Désirée squeezed them a very visible crease formed, simulating the cleavage appropriately.

 

I gulped. There were rules now, and I was in the clear to really go as far as either of us wanted to go: no holds barred. I took a deep breath, unsure how long I could hold out. “First, there’s something I wanted- needed to go over with you.” I cleared my throat as she stood a little more upright. “Come here.” I motioned for her to stand before me. I didn’t need to see her face to know I was having an eyebrow cocked at me, but one shrug later and she came to a bouncy stop right in front of me.

 

“Here.” She said, the grin clear in her voice.

 

I pulled the collar from the black plastic bag and held it in front of her field of view. “Ground rules.” I heard a gasp, her hands slowly reaching up to feel the strap and buckle. Her touch was light, almost reverent as clawed fingertips traced the collars length. “Clara and I have talked.” Désirée turned to look up at me, silently waiting for me to continue. “And we’ve come to an agreement.”

 

“Have you now?” Her voice practically purred from that muzzle, curiosity and anxiousness tingeing each word.

 

“You get the freedom to do whatever - and whomever - you want, provided-” The sensual moan erupting from the displacer beasts maw was orgasmic in tone “Provided things get cleared through me first.”

 

“Aww, are you my chaperone?” She chuckled running a finger down my chest.

 

I gulped again, the lump in my throat not wanting to go away as I considered my next words. But my brain wasn’t thinking fast enough, and another part of me stepped in before the silence could turn awkward. “I liked it better when you called me Daddy.” I used Désirée’s momentary shocked pause to align the collar with her neck and fasten the buckle behind. No mean feat given the clumsy fursuit paws but plenty of practice cosplaying over my own suit had helped. “I’ll only say no if I don’t think they’re clean, okay?” I tried to say reassuringly while placing a hand on each shoulder. “You’re an adult, you can look after yourself.”

 

“Mmmm, not really getting the ‘Daddy’ vibe from you.” She said sarcastically, hands on hips.

 

Some switch inside me flipped, and suddenly I found myself wrapping an arm around Désirée, pulling her close to me as our muzzles touched. And then words from deep inside me made their way out, rumbling and growling like an animal. “Nobody gets to fuck my Désirée without my express permission, understand?”

 

“Oh, yes Daddy!” She responded enthusiastically. Désirée wrapped her arms around me, pulling my hips in to press against her stomach. She could feel my growing erection through the several layers of material and fur and ground herself back against me, causing me to grunt in pleasure. “Fuck me…”

 

I chuckled, pressing my growing erection against her belly while leaning down do growl in her fluffy blue and purple ear “Oh, I’m not leaving here until I have you screaming my name.” I felt a shiver run through Désirée’s body and grinned. Pushing her away so we were back to standing apart I sighed. “But first, we need to go over some basic fursuiting stuff.”

 

“You fucking tease!” She grimaced, pushing me further away in a huff. “Fine. Let’s do this.”

 

I guided Désirée over to the couch and retrieved my bag from the bathroom. Over the next hour I discussed with her the basics of fursuiting safely. I started with it being a good idea to have another person around to get you water and keep an eye on you. Some suiters have a handler to explain what you might need/want/mean to others not in suit so you don’t break the illusion to kids and can easily aquire things like water and food without removing the head. Fortunately Désirée considered removing her head in public tantamount to suicide so that part of the whole ‘illusion’ talk went smoothly. 

 

I brought up the notion of reverse psychology and framing topics when talking about being a furry; not using certain words or phrases if approached by reporters and the like. I also mentioned how most of the time suits that get used for bedroom stuff don’t get brought out into public for kids to hug and all that, for obvious reasons. This left her sounding a little concerned, but I reassured her saying that as long as it’s kept very clean there’s no real problem with having a suit in both places but most murrsuiters have a separate suit for bedroom fun. She bounced a little at that and I made a mental note for later.

 

Lastly I covered basic movement and visual ranges with Désirée. Getting her to move her arms and legs as much as possible. Turns out I did a much better job designing the suit than I thought, with Désirée able to almost do the splits. She noted how it was hard to see directly in front of her because of the character’s nose, and I gave her tips on how to both navigate forward as well as keeping an eye on the floor for hazards.

 

Désirée must have noticed the time as after a little more than an hour I found myself being pounced on. I was already kneeling on the floor, so the tackle didn’t hit me too hard. But looking up I had a purple displacer beast straddling my midsection and she looked hungry. “So what do you do if another suiter jumps you?”

 

“Ask what Hotel room they’re staying in.” I replied without thought as my paws found their way to her thighs, the rubber claws scraping down through the fur. She shuddered, releasing a whimpered moan. “And ask them how well hydrated they are.”

 

Désirée quickly spun around, her tail smacking my face as I struggled to see what was going on. The sound of a zipper clued me into her plans, but the squishing of my muzzle as she lowered her hips onto my face clinched it. I reached up, opening the muzzle as wide as possible. It’s construction was an earlier pre-silicone experiment, with velvet lining the inside and carved erasers for teeth. But it opened nicely and soon I had a dripping pussy being lowered onto my lips. 

 

I wasted no time, my tongue stretching out to lick along the puffy slit’s length. A guttural moan reverberated down Désirée’s body and into my mouth. Smiling I hugged her thighs to my face and dove in. 

 

In no way would I say I was a cunnilingus connoisseur. Maybe three people have let me go down on them, and thinking back I wouldn’t be able to differentiate their taste in any way. But Désirée was different. I was immediately struck with how savoury it was. So much erotica talks about a woman’s juices being sweet or just in general like honey, and if it’s not then it’s disgusting or only just bearable. With Désirée, after the first lick, I was hooked. She was almost milky or nutty in flavour, and was absolutely delicious. I moaned into her folds as I enthusiastically lapped up her juices.

 

“Dizzy… fuck... “ She groaned as I felt my cock pop free. Her thighs pressing against my ears must have muffled the sound of the zipper being undone as I had barely any time to prepare for the onslaught of a hungry Displacer beast on my member. I moaned again - almost screaming in rapturous pleasure - as that muzzle sliding down the shaft prefaced her lips wrapping around my glans and sucking hard. 

 

My arms pulled her in tight, the rubber teeth of my suit’s maw grinding against her skin and fur as I thrust my tongue deep inside her swollen lips. I felt a similar action on my nethers, as Désirée sucked me into her mouth while ramming that foam-padded muzzle into my hips. Surprisingly she managed to get several inches of my cock into her mouth, which she proceeded to assault with her tongue.

 

I had just spent the last hour talking to a very flirty and seductively curvy woman in a fursuit, so I was already on a bit of a hair trigger. “De-Désirée…” I moaned, pulling my lips from hers just long enough to speak. “I’m not gonna… not gonna last much longer.” I felt her body shift position as she pulled me partway out of her silicone maw.

 

“Cum for me Daddy.” She moaned. I felt a furry hand wrap around the base of my cock and begin pumping furiously with the tip rubbing against the silicone insides of her mouth. I could feel the heat of her breath on my member, it must only have been centimeters away from her real mouth and she was moaning lustily upon it. Every time the fur of her paws grazed against my balls I felt a puff of hot air and it drove me to the edge. I rammed my tongue back down Désirée’s passage and feverishly suckled her plump folds.

 

I felt her legs quiver as I doubled my efforts, our joint orgasm ready to tear through us. I felt a stuttered ‘F’ against my cock as Désirée’s thighs squeezed my head. Her furry paw practically strangled my member as she rammed her palm down to my pelvis. My tongue was assaulted by a series of rhythmic contractions as her pussy muscles clamped down on it in orgasmic bliss. I could hold out no longer. My seed shot forth into the waiting muzzle, the slight jerk of silicone against skin informing me that my shot had struck her face at the very least, if not a mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.

 

My tongue transferred the growling moan straight to Désirée’s nethers and up her spine as her breathing became erratic, heavy blasts of hot air unable to push back the spurts of creamy jizz unleashed with each throb of my cock. After the first few blasts, Désirée seemed to regain some sense of composure and her grip on the base of my member tightened, preventing any more of my seed from escaping.

 

We stayed like that on the floor for several minutes; Désirée riding out her orgasm to it’s very end with my tongue thrashing wildly in her pussy, while I humped up towards her mouth, desperately wanting her to release my cock and allow my seed to flow. But she had other plans. Eventually she let go of my member, allowing a small amount of pearlescent fluid to dribble from it’s almost purple tip.

 

In a matter of seconds, the displacer beast was standing. “Up.” She commanded, beckoning me to do so. I unsteadily got to my feet. “Come.”

 

“I thought I just did.” I cheekily replied, but followed her nonetheless. She huffed an amused response, leading me to the front door. “Uh, wait a sec…” I said, hurriedly trying to stuff my parts away.

 

Désirée, with an almost practiced ease zipped herself back up and waited for the sound of mine before opening the door. “Two things.” She said, ushering me outside. “First, I need practice walking in this without tripping over stuff.”

 

“Fair, but-” I started, wondering why she hadn’t brought this up earlier.

 

“Second, I’m gonna fuck you in the park.” The door slammed shut behind me as I gulped. Désirée pushed past me and onto the sidewalk before I could give a response. She got several meters without me following before she turned around to see what the holdup was. I have her a ‘what the fuck’ shrug and in response she walked up to me and firmly placed her hands on my shoulders. Then angling her head just right she pushed up so our maws parted and I felt her lips on mine.

 

Her tongue pushed inside and I could taste my cum from her mouth; I’d obviously hit the mark. But against my chin I could also feel a slimy wetness from her cheek; no doubt a stray shot, maybe the stray shot that caused her to twitch before. I moaned into her mouth and knew as much as she was mine in that fursuit, I was also hers to do with as she pleased. She must have understood what I was thinking because she pulled away from the kiss with a smack of her lips and took my hand. “Come play with me in the park, Daddy.”

 

Hand in hand we walked down the afternoon street of our little suburb, making way to a nearby park. I’d walked through there a couple times before; usually in search for Clara or one of her many mischievous aspects that liked to just disappear and leave her husband worried. I had to immediately push the thought of John from my mind, that was not something I could have a straight head about while both his wife and I were in suit.

 

Crossing the road, the sidewalk split off into a small wooded park. The government had designed it to be a ‘wetlands’ area, but the weather had other plans. The water had dried up, and the fallen branches from the recent windy days laid strewn across the barely mown grass. Désirée pointed to a particularly large branch. “We’ll start with that.” I sighed in response, realising what I was in for.

 

For nearly a half hour we dragged branches, leaves and strips of bark over to what was once a major fork in the tree branches above. But after all that work we had finally created a mess of branches, twigs and leaves that could house - barely - two grown adults in fursuits. I immediately regretted not wearing the underarmour to wick away my sweat. “Fuck me.” I exhaled, falling to the ground in our makeshift hidey-hole.

 

“That was…” Désirée panted between breaths “the plan…” She fell down beside me, her hand landing on mine. We squeezed each other’s grip. “Need a few minutes though.”

 

I ignored her statement, and slid my paw from her grip, across her purple thigh and between her legs. A soft gasp came from beside me as my claw found her zipper and pulled. Two hands quickly shot to halt the movement of mine as it opened her suit to the outside world. I paused long enough to say “You’re the one that wanted this.” before forcing my hand to move again. Her paws stayed on mine but did not impede their movement as I brought the zipper to the end of it’s line. Then without a second thought I slid my paw back down her crotch and buried a thick furry middle finger in her well lubricated snatch.

 

My suit was designed to be less toony and more realistic so while I didn’t have the big bulky gloves that some of the more stylised fursuits had, I still padded out each digit with a thin layer of foam to give them more bulk than just a glove. What I’d just slid into Désirée’s passage was - while reasonably squishy due to the foam - easily as wide as my cock but only half the length. Her hands immediately wrapped around my wrist, holding it close to her body as her breathing hastened. “Dizzy… I…” She couldn’t finish her sentence with my finger gyrating back and forth inside her, making ‘come hither’ motions as I attempted to find her ‘g-spot’ with a stumpy and blunt rubber claw.

 

After a couple minutes of silence with no change in her grip I stopped my fingering, turned to face her and she faced me. “Désirée,” I said calmly, almost whispering “if you say no; this stops, we go inside and you can still fuck me six ways from sunday, or whatever you want to do.” I make my finger’s presence known once more. “Say nothing and my finger keeps making tiny circles inside you.”

 

After several moments of silence, Désirée took the bait “And if I say yes?”

 

I again paused my fingers movement for effect. “I will rut you like the animal you are, right here, right now. For anyone curious enough to see.”

 

“R-rut me?” She gulped, her breath heavy and body writhing against my finger.

 

“Every drop of my seed you refused to let out before will pour into you.” I reached up with my spare hand and tugged at the collar around her neck. “You’ll be my Désirée.”

 

She leaned closer to me, the smell of my cum on her breath as our muzzles touched. “Yes Daddy, I want you to rut me, like the animal I am, Daddy. Fuck me Daddy, fuck me.” Her words had started off as a statement but quickly became begging.

 

I have no idea where I found the strength, but in a heartbeat I was on top of the prone purple suit, my zipper undone and my cock pressed inch-deep into her entrance. My ivory paws clawed at the bark-strewn ground either side of her head as I stared down into her suit’s eyes. Barely visible through the black nylon in the bright sun I could make out Clara’s eyes, and they stared at me with an erotic intensity that struck me to my core. With the briefest of nods from her I began.

 

In one swift stroke I thrust forward, impaling the displacer beast on my throbbing cock. I spent a couple of seconds allowing her body to acclimatise before withdrawing and setting our pace. It was hard and fast. The sensations running through me were euphoric. Utter bliss.  

 

I’d already cum not even an hour earlier, so my body was quite happy with going all out. Miraculously my muscles even refused to give in to cramps given the last half hour of construction. Désirée on the other hand was not faring quite as well. I could tell from her breathing and the way her pussy walls were quivering that she was riding the edge of a very large orgasm. I rammed my cock as deep as possible before holding myself inside her and leaning down. “Are you okay?”

 

“R-rut me D-Daddy…” She breathlessly moaned. A twinge of concern niggled at the back of my mind but I continued forth, driving my cock into that sensitive passage over and over until I could feel her tense up. Several panted cries of “Uh-uh-uhhh…” were all Désirée could manage before passing out.

 

My heart stopped as her body went limp. All lewdness immediately drained from my mind as I quickly assessed the situation. I couldn’t leave her here to get water, I’d have to carry her back. Brushing branches and bark aside, I zipped the two of us up before hefting her up into my arms. 

 

Even unconscious she was damn cute, but now wasn’t the time. Fortunately her house was only a half block away. I carried her quickly home and laid her out on the bed. I slipped my paws and head off to better see the situation, unbuckling her collar and removing the head to check her breathing. With a sigh of relief I pulled the fogged glass of water away and placed it back on the bedside table. 

 

Placing a hand on each shoulder I began shaking Clara into consciousness. It was a tense couple of minutes, but just as I was preparing to call an ambulance, my friend opened her eyes and began breathing heavily. “Wha- what?” She said panicked.

 

“It’s okay, you’re at home.” I said calmly, unfortunately practiced at how to handle a forced transition. “Who am I speaking to?”

 

“Clara…” she said, still a little confused. When she saw my still concerned face she added “The primary.”

 

I exhaled a stressful breath and allowed myself a brief smil;e before apologising. “I’m sorry, we got a bit carried away and I think she overheated.”

 

Clara nodded, reaching out with a shaky hand for the glass of water, skulling it in one go. She held it out for me to refill and I did so without a word between us. On my trip to the kitchen I questioned whether I overstepped boundaries, or broke my promise to keep Désirée safe. I chided myself for not giving her time to rest after building the little structure. I returned with the full glass and she all but emptied it in one gulp, leaving the last eighth on the side table for later. She then collapsed back onto the bed with a grunt. “Hot…”

 

In a very short time I had her out of the suit and under a sheet. If she cared that I was seeing her naked body, she didn’t show it. If anything I think she enjoyed me looking. Not that I stared or ogled her, but my gaze did occasionally linger a split-second longer than it usually would. Once covered I sat at the end of the bed, and described the general events leading up to Clara being on the bed and awake.

 

“You left out the bit in the livingroom.” I coughed, cheeks flushed as I looked everywhere but at her face. Before I could sputter out my question, Clara answered it. “It was part of the deal.” She admitted somewhat sheepishly. “I wanted… to watch.”

 

My member sprang to attention, fortunately hidden by the angle I was sitting at. “Watch?” I gulped. “So, I take it you heard everything as well?”

 

“Yes, Daddy.” Clara said sarcastically.

 

“I-”

 

“It’s okay.” She leaned forward, one hand clutching the sheet to her chest while the other fell upon my own, squeezing it comfortingly. “If it keeps her under control, I’m all for it.” She looked down, a hint of concern crossing her face. She looked over at the bedside table; to the water, clock, phone, I’m not sure but whatever it was seemed to double the wrinkles on her brow as she turned to me. The subtle movements of her lips told me she wanted to say something, but couldn’t find the right way.

 

“Just say it, I’m here for you. No judgement zone.” I turned my hand over and held hers tight.

 

She sighed, looking to the sheets then up at me. “She-” Clara looked to the ceiling, restructuring her words mentally before taking another breath. “Désirée is kinda awake inside. Like a drunk kind of awake.”

 

My eyebrows raised. “Tell her to have one on me.”

 

Clara smirked. “She’s pestering me.” she took another deep breath, looking from me to the sheets and back again. “And I know how this is gonna sound. But you didn’t keep up your end of the bargain.”

 

Not what I was expecting. “Bargain?”

 

Clara took another deep breath, blushing as she sighed “‘Every drop of my seed’...” She paused for it to sink in. “Remember?”

 

I nodded. It was my turn to look at the sheets, trying to make sense of it all. But the understanding slowly ground in. “Waaaaiiit… She’s not planning on coming back out, is she? I thought it was really bad if an exhausted aspect was forced into-”

 

“No,” Clara cut me off “she’s not coming back out.” 

 

“Then…?” I tried to make sense of it but Clara made the situation crystal clear. She leaned over the edge of the bed and grabbed the collar, buckling it around her neck before allowing the sheet to fall across her legs. I took a deep breath, looking her up and down. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. “Are- are you…”

 

“Dez, suit up and finish what you started.” I was dumbfounded, but before I could consciously act, I was already pulling my fursuit’s head back on. In practically no time I had my gloves on and unzipped to reveal my all-too-eager member. “Shit!” She moaned. “I mean I saw it before, but it’s so much… bigger when you’re in control.”

 

“Me or you in control?” I asked stupidly.

 

“Both.” She reached around behind her head and grabbed at the bars of the bedhead. A muffled jangle of chain preceded the appearance of a pair of dusty handcuffs. The wrist parts were made of leather straps and bound together by a foot or so of shiny chain. She placed one wrist over the other and bit her bottom lip, eyes closed as she took an apprehensive breath. 

 

Not one to disappoint I strapped her in, making sure they were tight enough to hold her but not to hurt. I looked down into her freshly opened eyes, the innocent-looking orbs glistening up at me in the low light. I slid a paw down the side of her face, causing Clara to moan and pant excitedly. When one of my fingers reached the collar, I curled it inside, tightening it ever so slightly as I tugged outward. “Désirée, this seals our pact. After this, you’re mine.” I felt a little weird saying that to Clara’s face, but that weirdness couldn’t compare to what she said next.

 

“And what about me?” Clara moaned. I responded with confused breathing. I’d only considered this act a means to an end. A one time thing, for a good cause, never to happen again. “Dizzy…” She said nervously, breathing erratic as she looked at me hopefully. “I…” She gulped then closed her eyes. Clara’s head turned to the side and her face squinted like she’d just taken a massive bite of lemon. 

 

“She wants to be your cum dumpster.” A husky voice growled. A second later, Clara was back to normal, but considerably more red in the face.

 

“I…” Thoughts flashed through my head of Clara and John, of their marriage, of our gaming nights and everything about why what I was about to was so very, very wrong. Before she just wanted to look. Unless she really wanted more than that and couldn’t say? Maybe being put in this position was causing her to fall to her baser instincts? I barely had time to consider the concept before she spoke, derailing my train of thought.

 

“Dizzy...” Her saying that actually helped things make a strange kind of sense. To her Désirée and Clara were to some degree two different people. Separating myself from my fursona might have been a way for her to give reason to what was about to happen. Whatever the thought process on her part, I had a very strange choice before me. “Dizzy…” 

 

“You need to ask me.” The words were out of my mouth before I’d even considered them. “Not Désirée, you.” It was the only thing I could say to pass as much of the responsibility onto her. Cowardly I know, but I was a hair's breadth from pounding my married friend into tomorrow.

 

“Dizzy, I want…” She took another deep breath, calming her nerves “I need your cum. Please…”

 

I sighed. Decision made. “Désirée, this seals our agreement. Clara,” my voice lowered to a growl, hungry eyes hidden behind a somewhat dishevelled polar bear mask “you’re gonna take every single drop and beg for more.” 

 

“Mhmmm…” Her nod was interrupted by my needy prick making its presence known. I sank myself into Clara’s depths in one quick stroke. Without the additional fur between us I felt curves and ridges I’d not felt earlier. “FUCK!” She cried, gasping for air as her eyes rolled back. When I set into a rhythm that cute ‘O’ face slowly changed to a bitten bottom lip and squinted eyes with whimpered mewls of lust highlighting every breath.

 

I couldn’t believe what I was doing. Clara chained to her bed, allowing me to plough her roughly in my ivory-coloured polar bear suit. It was altogether way too real and incredibly surreal at the same time. A low growling rumble came from my throat, filling the air with a resonating bass that sent shivers down Clara’s body. I grinned, adjusting my position so my elbows were planted on the bed beside her head and between her outstretched arms, pinning her in place. 

 

While keeping pace as best as possible I lowered the muzzle slowly over Clara’s face, as though eating it. I felt her squirm and breath quicken as my muzzle opened around her jaw. Once it was open wide enough I pushed forward, mashing my lips  against hers in lust-fuelled kiss. But she wriggled out of it, moaning “No…” I pulled back a little and halted my thrusts.

 

The same lemon-biting expression washed over her as Désirée attempted speech control. “Ravage her!” she managed before Clara’s innocent gaze stared back at me, face flushed from excitement or embarrassment I couldn’t tell. I think I understood better now. It was a ‘for the greater good’ kind of scenario. Clara didn’t want me as a lover, she wanted to be used; to get off on my actions but almost to the point of being forced. I knew this would be a very fine line for me, I just hoped I could do the right thing by her. 

 

Snapping out of my thought process I growled, the act back on. Dizzy was going to go full predator. “Ravaged, eh?” Clara gulped, a flash of fear in her eyes behind the layers of lust and need. “Ravaged I can do.” With no more hesitation I rammed my cock as deep as possible, Clara’s shoulders slamming against my elbows as I held her in place.

 

“GOD!” She screamed as I pulled back for my second stroke, and my third. It took very little time for the overstimulated Clara to reach her peak, a whimpered “Nonononononooo…” preceding the tensing of her body and scrunghing closed of her eyes.

 

After all the commanding tones and amazing visuals of seeing my long-time - and supposedly impossible - crush chained to her bedpost while I thoroughly dominated her, I could feel my own impending orgasm arriving. “Are you ready?” I grunted in Clara’s ear.

 

“N-Not in me…” She moaned, begging me to pull out. But her legs wrapping around my midsection told me a different story. 

 

I knew she was on the pill, and she knew what the ending had to be for Désirée and my pact to be sealed. I slowed my rhythm and leaned down to whisper “Oh, you better believe I’m gonna cum inside you.” Then a devious thought leapt to mind. 

 

Clara began wriggling and writhing in a half-hearted attempt to break free of my pounding, which I’m a little ashamed to say turned me on even more. Her hands began pulling against the chain, so I pinned them both down with one paw before roughly groping a breast with the other. She still protested, but was unable to move as much.

 

Ready to burst I made my last few strokes hard and fast before ending with a master stroke of deviant behaviour. Turning my head to the side, I lunged down on Clara’s neck, rubber fangs scraping along her skin as I rammed my cock home. My tongue played against her neck as the first jet of cum flooded her hungry pussy.

 

“Nononononoooo…” She moaned, body frozen in place as I fired the second volley inside her. 

 

Another thought entered my mind, and before I could think better of it I was already moving. Pulling out the third blast of my seed fired across her midsection, coating her from pussy to chin in my pearly fluids. Importantly the blast lay a thick coating between her breasts. One of my fantasies was about to become even more of a reality as I flopped my still throbbing member down between those pillowy orbs, and using large furry paws I mashed them together, grinding my turgid rod between her cleavage.

 

The next shot fired out against Clara’s chin and neck. I held my position there and growled “Suck it.” I thought there would be more resistance but before my next jet of cum could get airborne she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the sensitive head and practically inhaled me. “AH!” I lost control, as though she had just unlocked a second level of orgasm I didn’t know existed. Whatever seed I had left in me evacuated at that point, coating her mouth in it’s protein filled goodness.

 

With an eager tongue Clara had my cock cleaned in a matter of seconds. Letting it pop free she moaned contentedly. I collapsed on the bed beside her as we panted in what was otherwise a calming silence. Several minutes followed of quiet introspection and wondering what this all meant in the larger scheme of things.

 

“Thank you.” Clara said, having gotten her breath back. I turned to face her. “Thank you Dizzy.” Internally something felt a little empty at that. This was all with Dizzy after all, and I guess I knew that all along, but it was still odd to hear.

 

“So…” I said, letting my voice go a little deeper than usual, adding a growl to it for Clara’s benefit “Where does that leave us?”

 

Clara cleared her throat, thinking of an answer while staring at the ceiling. “Désirée will listen to you.” She said nodding “And I…”

 

“You don’t have to-” She placed a hand on my chest to interrupt me, ruffling it through the clumped fur.

 

“I want to.” She admitted, turning to face me. “I want to be Dizzy’s cum slut. Only Dizzy.” I sighed, nodding in understanding. “If you fuck Désirée unconscious, I want you to keep going so you can finish in me. Okay?”

 

I couldn’t tell if this was Clara trying to find a way to make it fair on me if Désirée were to pass out early or if she just wanted in on the action. But I wasn’t about to debate it. I turned to face her, and gave her a nose boop. “How could I refuse a request like that?” I growled cheekily, but a thought did cross my mind. “What if she passes out with someone else?”

 

“As… As long as they’re suited up… that’s okay.” she seemed to consider something for a little while, so I let her think. After a minute or so Clara stammered her way into another request. “Dizzy, there… there’s - uh - some… something I’ve always… I’ve always wanted to… try.”

 

A cocked eyebrow under my mask was lost on the conversation. “And what might that be?” I asked, running a claw down her cheekbone gently. 

 

She gasped and bit her bottom lip, but eventually found the courage to ask. “If someone else cums in Désirée, can… can you then cum... in me?”

 

“If you want more than one fur’s cum in you at once, then you’re definitely on the right path.” I chuckled mischievously. Seeing her face go a little more red but still seemingly looking for a proper answer, I sighed “Clara,” my growl was deep and reverberating, causing her to take a sharp breath in response “I promise I’ll get you full of furry cum then top you up myself.”

 

“Dizzy…” She moaned, sliding a hand up to pinch a nipple. Then the message alert tone on her phone went off. Sighing she turned over, looking over the message before unceremoniously flinging the phone to the ground. “John won’t be back for a few hours, can we just… cuddle? For a bit?”

 

“Might want to set an alarm. Just in case.” Clara agreed and after a little bit of fiddling with the phone I had her in my large fuzzy arms. It must have felt like she was hugging a huge breathing pillow, because in a matter of seconds I could hear her lightly snoring. Smiling, I allowed myself to follow suit and soon we were both in a contented sleep. A bear and his human cum slut.