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It was a nice night to be outside. Cool air brushed across the newly free Verling Ferro’s fur. Soft white beach sand beneath their foot paws. The beach bustled with people, vendors set up in the sand slinging fried foods and confectionery treats. The pristine lake was a dazzle of colours as it reflected the sparks of the amatuer fireworks showcase above.
Ferro understood why Cyan chose to live here. Tarnish was a fireworks town. And it’s festivals were beyond compare.
“So what do you wanna eat, Ferro?” Cyan asked as the two of them walked a path of deliciously scented vendors.
Ferro had to think, there were so many different choices here. So much more than they were used to from the small festivals they grew up with in Anchor. “Guess I might wanna try fish balls? Surprised, didn’t think fish had any balls.”
Cyan chuckled as the two made their order, “You know, wouldn’t mind tasting some Verling balls right now, or ass for that matter.”
Ferro was flush, they couldn’t believe how loudly Cyan was teasing them. In the middle of all these people no less. “Cyan, can this wait till we’re back home?”
Cyan takes the two orders and begins walking off, forcing Ferro to follow. “Why should it wait?”
They looked around nervously, “I mean there are a whole lot of people here, And I've been busted for that kind of thing before...”
“Well you don’t have to be worried now, we have Grey Status Ferro. Nothing can happen to us.” Cyan finally stopped at the relative privacy of a little rock alcove beneath a raised pathway, somewhat removed from the bustle of the festival. But still close enough that you could hear the celebration as a distant drone. He handed Ferro their food. “Get on all fours and start eating, Little Addict. I want my snack too.”
Ferro sighed and did what they were told. They supposed that Cyan was the only authority that they had to follow anymore. But they liked when he commanded them. Always pushing them further and further, to do worse and stupider things. Fucking here was just the next step. Might as well let it happen.
Ferro almost choked on their fish balls when warm tongue tickled their sack. Sweeping up from where their balls droop, over the crevices in between their two jewels, and up to the sweaty valley that was their taint. Cyan worked this path, maybe banking left or right of the balls now and again, put forever moving further up the taint. Always closer to Ferro’s delicious prized pucker.
Grey Status may have stopped the court order. But it didn’t stop the countdown of Dominoes in their dreams, in fact. They think it might be aiding it.
Movement in the path directly above them makes Ferro freeze up. They turn back to Cyan and whisper, “We need to stop, There are people close.” Cyan instead stares at Ferro for a moment, wide devilish grin creeping across his face. Before burying his maw into Ferro’s ass, eagar tongue drilling into their pucker. Ferro gasps loudly. They cover their mouth with two hands to try to mask their pleasure.
Always being pushed further. Taking one stupid step after another towards destroying themselves. That’s what their relationship was with Cyan. That’s what they did, not because it made them happy, but because they couldn’t stand their life anymore. The life after Sterling, where they could only ever reject love, because it would mean subjecting someone they cared about to the horrible little broken mess that was Ferro. It was the only choice they had left in their mind. To go harder and harder until there was nothing left of them anymore. That was what the dominoes counted.
Cyan’s tongue broke past puckered plush perfection, plumbing the depths of Ferro’s ass like there was something to find within them. He mashed Ferro’s ass into his face with one paw, grabbing a hold of Ferro’s throbbing tiny dick with the other. Stroking it in rhythm with his tongue. Every fibre of their being was being pushed, they clawed at the sand with a free paw as if it would give them something to hold on too. While their other paw still cupped their own mouth, holding back squeals.
They were an indecent little ball of public lust, an addict, an adulterer, and as always an Anomaly. This was all they’d ever be. What else did they even have left. All they had was giving into this, for as long as they were able. And they did, prostate tensing against prodding tongue. Dick twitching against their friends paw, cum spurting out into the sand. Loudly moaning without covered mouth, another hard limit burst through.
Cyan chuckles before whispering, “You’re even more cute when you’re nervous, little addict.” He gropes Ferro’s spent dick. “Should we get back to the festival, the main show is about to start.”
Ferro looked back at his friend. His giant dick excited from their play session. “You know you didn’t cum yet…”
Cyan’s wide grin returned, “You sure you wanna?”
Ferro spread their ass for him. What was another step at this point, they only had a week of dominoes left anyways.
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