Furotica Festival

Furotica Festival

The room was packed. At least fifty had answered the invitation. They were all shapes and sizes; definitely all sizes. Her eyes wandered the room; the men had their pricks out, hanging, standing, swinging from holes cut in the furry costumes. Their pink skin, most of them shaved, contrasted the colors of their fursuits. It was a beautiful thing to behold.

A paw reached out of the crowd, stroked her bared breasts gently. She'd debated the brazenness of her fursuit; but in the end, she'd become the frisky kitten with bared breasts and silver whiskers. Paws replaced hands and feet, silky golden fur replaced velvet skin.

A growl came from behind her as the paw fondled her again. Her nipples hardened instantly beneath the tickle of the fake fur. She started to turn, to look and see who her admirer was, only to find herself pressed against the wall, a whisper of cologne filling her nostrils. She barely caught a glimpse of the panther steeling himself behind her.

She knew all eyes were watching, knew paws were masturbating; she felt the moisture pool between her thighs.

With her fingers peeking out of the oversized paw, she reached behind her, groping for the cock she knew would be hanging and gasped in surprise when she wrapped her fingers around the monstrosity. He groaned in response, his hands moving quickly as he worked one between the wall and her chest as she stroked him.

He was hard. Rock hard. His cock felt like a velvet shaft of steel in her hand. Every stroke of her hand made him tremble.

She jerked when he pinched her nipple, a sudden sharp pain that intensified her senses.

Her throat gave way to the groan of pleasure in her chest and she purred as he found the opening of material between her legs. She'd left off the panties, shaved every hair, and doused herself in Slippery-When-Wet. She was ready. She arched onto his hand, quickening the slide of his finger into her throbbing hole. She rocked her hips, her clit rubbing against the small nub strategically placed inside the costume.

Her hand pumped him, urging him closer to her, teasing his head with each stroke of her thumb.

When he replaced one finger with two, grabbed her around the middle and pulled her away from the wall, she obeyed, her legs clamping around his hand, forcing him to stay connected to her.

One paw on her back, he forced her onto her hands and knees. With one strong thrust he entered her, his cock stretching her to the limit as he roared from beneath the shining fangs.

She bucked against him, shocked by the size of him, her cunt closing around him like a vice as her body vibrated with need.

He fucked her. He withdrew hard and sank in fast, filling her to the brim, his balls slapping the fur, forcing the rubber intensifier to spank her tender clit.

She screamed, a high-pitched call of the wild as he buried himself within her, growling as he released his seed into her.

Panting, her nether lips still quivered as he withdrew himself from her. Opening her eyes, she started to rise from the floor but stopped as a wolf positioned himself behind her. He howled, bending over her, waiting for her response.

She glanced up at the sign on the wall:

Marla's Furotica Festival
Get Frisky! Get your Furplay! Be a Furvert!

She mewed softly as she slid herself over his engorgement until she had taken all of him. He took control and extracted himself. She cried out as he reentered her without mercy, the mixture of pain and pleasure sending her into convulsions of ecstasy.

She opened her eyes as a semi-hard dick entered the mouth-hole in her mask; she looked up into the ornery eyes of the raccoon before sliding her lips around him as the wolf pounded into her again. The harder the wolf punished her, the faster she pleasured the Raccoon.

It would be a long, furotic night. Marla was the biggest furvert in the room. And furfectly, the only female.

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