One Stormy Night

	Decon scowled at his drink. His pure white eyes were obscured by his deep violet hair as he grabbed the drink in his light blue hand. Tilting his head back, he slammed the alcohol down hard before placing the bottle on the table. A shudder ran through him from the intense burning he felt. Even though this was his normal get tipsy drink, it still could be irritating before it ran through his system. The bat dingo hybrid, bingo someone had called it, scratched at his hairy chin. He hadn’t really cared lately to get rid of his beard, it running all along his jaw and over his upper lip as well. It joined together beyond the creases of his mouth and pushed right up against his pointed ears. He let out a huff of air as he signaled the bartender to get him another bottle. It was a seedy gay bar on the less nice side of town, but it was one of Decon’s regular places to go. Namely the fact they actually served his 120 proof he needed to get buzzed or more. There was also the infamous anonymous sex rooms downstairs, something the bingo had taken advantage of a few times but he did prefer knowing his partner for sex. Already a couple of his “regular” hook ups were here, eyeing him like candy in his jeans and leather jacket. Usually he wore shorts and a singlet but Aj, his feline roommate, had persisted it was going to be bad weather and Decon eventually relented at the mention of being more miserable from being wet when the storm hit if he was going to be out late.
	And late it was already, considering. If he had had the alcohol readily available at the apartment he shared with AJ, he would be drinking at home. Alas, he hadn’t gotten around to stocking his messy room with any. So here he was, in a gay sex bar. The hybrid grabbed his bottle and took a swig from it as the door opened. Only his ear turned towards it a little, not really caring about another person coming in. The chilly air was an annoyance but Decon just ignored it as he kept glaring at the counter. The door closed and there was movement, but surprisingly, very little could be heard as the newcomer walked. It did arouse a bit of curiosity in the bingo, though he kept his gaze firm. Even the whisperings and calls to the new guy he ignored. What he couldn’t ignore, though, was as the figure walked behind him, Decon tensed up. He could feel the power radiating off this guy. His thoughts went along the lines of ‘what the hell’ as he turned to look at the newcomer. His mouth parted in a soft inhale of breath.
	What he first noticed was how tall the guy was. Easily heads over most, if not shoulders or more. Then he noticed the unnatural color of the fur, being a bright teal. Their wings held a deep greenish gray membrane. As Decon kept staring, the newcomer seemed to be gazing around, the bingo noticing the large, pointed dark green ears signifying him as a bat since they were erect and swiveling now and then. He took in more details, like the bat wore a complete fishnet sort of shirt and showed off the white diamond on his back and more of the white encroaching under his wings. The shorts looked weird to the hybrid, his brow furrowing a little at the strange material before noticing the lack of footwear the bat wore. Then the new guy turned to address the barman and Decon saw the profile.
	The bat’s white fur was all along his jaw and neck, all down his side and splotches on his arms. Thick, dark fur poked out from the netted shirt, on his chest and at his navel where it disappeared in his pants. Decon’s jaw had to have dropped at the sight of the lump in the shorts though. Even if he was only a shower, the bat was packing between the legs. Clicking his teeth together, he seemed to earn the new guy’s attention as the bat’s ice blue eye turned towards him for a moment before he returned to whatever he was talking about with the bartender. The hybrid looked back at his bottle, face feeling tinged a little in a flush. For one of the admittedly small times in his life, Decon was glad he was wearing underwear. Fuck, he was aroused. Whoever he was, the bingo wanted him something fierce.
	Whatever the bat had come in for was over as he turned and started his way out. Decon noticed the tail as he left, noting the white underside and what looked like a tight rear end in the shorts. The hybrid frowned lightly, shaking his head a bit. The door closed behind the unknown bat, making the bingo sigh and lightly tap his glass bottle. After a few moments, he grabbed the container of alcohol and upended up, chugging. It burned like hell but fuck if he was letting a power house of a stud out of his sights before he got at least a number. He let out a huff from the heat as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a stack of bills. He wasn’t really paying much attention, throwing enough for his drink and whatever else there was or wasn’t would be tip or tab. Bartender knew he was good for it, Decon always came back here. The bingo was up and out the door within a few heartbeats of finishing.
	The outside was overcast, the dark clouds saying stormy weather. It was cold, making the hybrid hunker into his coat as he looked down the street. Luckily enough, he saw the bat turning a corner down one of the main roads and hurried after him. Time dragged on as the bat walked, Decon feeling more grumpy as they went. Even the alcohol couldn’t keep him from feeling cold, wondering if chasing this guy was even worth it. Eventually, said guy stopped and opened his arms, wings spreading soon after. Looking around, the bingo noticed he was in a park. One he knew, he lived near here and AJ always pestered him to come out a little more to see it. Whatever. He tensed as thunder cracked overhead. A shiver ran down his spine as the bat turned to stare at him directly, his face a mask of non-interest. Shaking himself, the hybrid moved to stand near the bat.
	“Did you need something?”
	The voice from the guy was strange. Deep and tough yet smooth and light. And almost sounding emotionless, monotone. It was a strange thing to hear but one that sent all the tingles right to his crotch. He was confident the pouch of his jockstrap was filled to the limit. The strength this guy wore along with a complete lack of interest. Well, nearly complete. The bat’s eyes flicked over him, seeming at least have a passing desire to see something. Decon didn’t waste any time.
	“I want you to fuck me.”
	The bingo wasn’t going to beat around the bush or prattle on and on about anything. He knew what he wanted and was bold enough to usually take any opportunity to get it. The bat raised an eye ridge. It seemed the hybrid had garnered a little interest.
	“Why?”
	“I like strong guys.”
	The bat looked him over again, a tug on the corner of his lips as his voice took a very slight amused tone to it. “You couldn’t handle me.”
	Decon bared his teeth, snarling. “I could take your monster any day!”
	Now the guy had a devilish grin on his face. It was honestly slightly disturbing. “Is that a challenge?”
	“Yes, you fucker.”
	The bat got in his personal space. It seemed like the chilly air got colder. The bingo tensed but refused to back down as he glared back at the seemingly amused bat in front of him. It felt like hours they stayed there before there was another crack of thunder and it started to rain. As the first drops fell, the bat spoke.
	“My name is Cyril.”
	Decon pinned his ears back as he felt the rain plaster his hair to his head. A cold name for a cold bat. It fit well and sounded sexy as he muttered it. Shaking himself from the chill, the hybrid spoke.
	“I’m Decon.”	
	Water poured over the two as the bingo scowled. He hated being wet. Yet he could see Cyril was enjoying it as he had stepped back and stretched himself out to be pelted by it. The bat opened his eyes from their shut and tilted position.
	“I am sure that you don’t like the rain, so let’s go somewhere to fuck.”
	The hybrid paused momentarily to register that. Cyril seemed to not care if they had sex in the rain. Or in public. He was beginning to think that the bat might be an exhibitionist, maybe even a nudist outside of the city. Well, fuck, he definitely needed to get this guy’s number now.
	“I live near here. We could go there.”
	Cyril nodded and approached, his wing spreading out far and covering the bingo from the rain. Decon felt a stab of irritation at the bat’s audacity in thinking he needed assistance. Then it was gone as thunder sounded and the rain fell harder. Sure, he wasn’t fully out of the rain, his legs were getting the brunt of it but he was moderately dry from knees up. The hybrid turned and started to trek back to his place, the bat keeping in step with his longer gait easily. Cyril kept the wing above Decon the whole time, though keeping a respectable distance from the bingo. Decon was happy for that, the bat felt like a walking icicle. He did wonder why that was. It was a few minutes before they had made it to the apartment complex, Cyril shaking himself under the awning for the entrance before following the bingo up the stairs. At the top of a flight, the hybrid turned to Cyril.
	“Why the fuck are you cold?”
	A raised eye ridge was his answer. “My personality?” Another one of those smarmy starting-to-smirk tug on the bat’s muzzle appeared.
	“Fucking bastard, I meant physically.”
	“Ah. That’s because I’m a demon.”
	Decon just stared at Cyril for a while before he burst out laughing. He laughed and laughed, unable to help himself. The bat’s eye ridge was raised again as the hybrid calmed down.
	“Almost got me there, fucker.”
	“You assume I jest.”
	Now the bingo raised an eye ridge. “You’re screwing with me.”
	“You shall see when I am nude.”
	That was one way to turn on the bingo some more. With thoughts of the naked bat in his head, he beckoned Cyril to follow him up another flight. At his door, he inserted the key to the lock before he was shoved up against the door. He grunted in pain and was about to chew the bat out when he realized what Cyril was doing. The teal bat was pressed up against his back, one of his ears taken lightly in the teeth as they nibbled and that monstrous package between Cyril’s legs was grinding hard against Decon’s ass and lower back. The bingo had to bite back a moan, almost tempted to say fuck the door and have the bat breed him right there. What made him scrambled for the key, turn it and get the door open was the feeling as the bat’s cock grew and bulged harder in the pants. Screw that, he needed lube since that dick seemed to be huge compared to most.
	As soon as they were in the door, Decon turned around and shoved Cyril against it, slamming it shut as he leaned up and pulled the bat down. Lips met hard as the hybrid made out with the supposed demon. The skin of the muzzle was cold, the breath was cold, even the inside of the bat’s maw was cold, though he didn’t have long before the long tongue maneuvered it’s way into the bingo’s own and played around in it. Their hands were not passive while this happened, Cyril’s already unbuttoned the hybrid’s pants and shoved his digits down to fondle the bingo’s bare ass while Decon’s own made it under the fishnet and run up the torso. What was weird was his right hand seemed to get ever colder until it felt numb going over the bat’s heart. Pulling back from the make out, he helped Cyril out of his fishnet top and saw the strange fire like marking over where the heart would be. Dark green turning to bright green turning to white in the center. Though he didn’t gaze too long as he took off his own shirt and wiggled out of his pants to kick off somewhere. He saw Cyril’s eyes hungrily roam over his nearly nude body, making Decon shiver in excitement.
	A hand reached down and grabbed the bingo’s filled pouch and squeezed it. The hybrid let out a moan again as he was lightly fondled before the hand moved up to trail over his own violet trail leading into his jockstrap. It continued up to run through Decon’s thick patch of chest hair to his neck and his jaw. The bat leaned down to kiss him again, gently. The bingo let his hands roam over Cyri’s muscled chest before dipping down to drop the shorts he had been wearing. Stepping back, Decon let his gaze drop to the bat’s crotch and felt his muzzle part in shock. Cyril was wearing a jockstrap, but it was laced in the front to maximize ability to contain the beast within it. Shaking hands moved to grasp at it, the bat inhaling sharply as the hybrid lightly fingered it. Fuck. This thing was thick, he could tell just by this moment. He was going to be sore tomorrow.
	He also needed lube. Pulling the bat’s cold hand, he led the way through the living area to the hallway.  Once there, he realized his room was a mess and he had no idea where his lube had gotten. With a smirk on his face, he pushed open the door opposite of his, AJ’s abode. Flipping the switch, light flooded the room. It was modest, storm gray walls and beige bed sheets, a computer desk and the knick-knacks the feline liked to get. Decon had seen the room plenty of times and just skipped over most of it as he led Cyril to the bed. Before letting the bat sit, the bingo lightly tugged on a string on the jockstrap and let it come undone, his other hand fondling lightly to excite the demon more. Getting the hint, the bat moved a hand down to grab the edge of his underwear and let it down. Decon missed this as he had turned to rummage through AJ’s side desk to find the bottle of lube. Pulling it out, he turned to find Cyril dangling his jockstrap in a finger, raising an eye ridge as he was turned to look over his shoulder. The hybrid shivered as he slowly moved around to the bat’s frontside. He had to double take as he saw the true monster of the night.
	Cyril’s cock was a sky blue color, thick as a can of soda or beer and it looked like it was a foot long. The head, though, was blunt and unlike anything Decon had come across on a dick besides the random sex toys online. A drop of pre oozed from the cumslit on top, the light throbbing sending it to slide over the rim of the head and slide down the length. The bingo bit his lower lip as he watched it, taking a deep breath and moving around to see the full beast head on. Around the base was a thick patch of dark green fur and the balls were quite full if the rounded sack was any indication. Swallowing thickly, Decon slid down to his knees between the bat’s spread legs, looking up at the knowing smile of Cyril was giving him. Fuck, he bit off a lot more than he could chew. Almost literally. The lube was placed on the floor below him as he grasped the bat’s massive shaft and did a slow stroking of it with his hands. The demon let out another hiss, a hand moving to ruffle the bingo’s hair. The hybrid growled at that, Cyril just smirking and leaning back on both his hands while Decon grew more adventurous. His tongue slowly went from the base to the rim, the bat letting out a soft contentment noise. The bingo repeated this action, using his hands alongside it to get the bat flowing a little more freely. Damn was Cyril cold, even his cock and pre were chilly.
	Decon wasn’t really sure if he still thought the bat was joking about being a demon now. Granted, he was really only thinking of how he was going to take this big ass dick, but still. He moved his hands to the base, angling the length at his face. Gritting his teeth briefly, the bingo spread his maw open and got his lips around the thick rim of the shaft. Already his jaw was aching but Decon didn’t care, he made a bet and he wasn’t going to back down. His tongue flicked along the slit and was rewarded with slimy, cool precum. He swallowed it before trying to sink a bit lower on the cock. The hand on his head lightly ran through his hair and played with his ears, encouraging as the hybrid took in a third of the dick. The ache in his jaw was unpleasant to say the least and Decon needed a moment to try and ease it out before he started to bob his head ever so slightly. One of his hands moved to stroke along the shaft’s underside, more pre leaking into his muzzle as he swallowed it. Strangely, the pre seemed to help numb the pain in his jaw, which was a bit weird to the bingo but he wasn’t going to object right now. Back and forth, he slowly took more of the length from his muzzle while taking more in with every push forward. After a time, Decon could feel the blunt head hitting his throat, gurgling lightly as he saw a lot of cock still out of his lips. Pulling back, he huffed through his nose before sinking back to a full muzzle, swallowing and lapping along the dick. Pre leaked freely into the hybrid’s gullet, feeling the cool substance on his throat before he pulled off fully.
	Saliva connected his lips to the throbbing erection in front of him. Decon worked his jaw, attempting to relieve the dulled soreness while his hands busily stroked the coated part. Cyril let out a sigh as he pat the bingo’s head.
	“Seems you didn’t quite live up to your challenge.”
	The hybrid’s blood boiled at that, grinding his teeth as he glared up at the bat. “I have another fucking god damn hole, bastard.” With that, Decon got up and moved around Cyril, getting on all fours and showing his rear off as he looked over his shoulder. The demon was doing the same, a tugging on his lips as he moved to gaze upon the proffered bingo’s backside. The bat got onto the bed on his knees too, grabbing ahold of Decon’s ass and spreading him open. The bingo was about to snap at the demon about using lube before he gasped, shuddering. A wet, cold tongue dragged across his entrance. It lapped a few more times at his hole before probing at it, the hybrid relaxing and moaning as it slipped inside of him. His fingers gripped the sheets as they balled into fists, pushing back against the tongue in his ass, feeling it lashing out in his innards. Like everything else from the demon, it felt cold and after a bit, a little numb.
	The appendage pulled out of his rear and Decon had to ask. “Why are you so fucking cold? I feel numb.”
	“Magic.”
	Well, that was a straight forward and mystifying answer. He didn’t dwell on it too long as his ears twitched from the popping of a cap. The bingo looked over his shoulder to see Cyril pouring lube onto his hand. The bat put the cap down but didn’t close it as he placed it down on the bed, his free unlubed hand grabbing one of Decon’s ass cheeks and spreading as his lubed one lightly rubbed around the hybrid’s entrance. A shiver ran through the bingo before letting out a grunt, two fingers entering his hole roughly. He could feel them wiggling around, stretching his ring wide with the scissor technique. Tensing, a third finger entered and played about before the hybrid let out a small whine of discomfort as a fourth followed not long after. As the four fingers pulled and pushed into his ass, Decon began to relax and feel them slide a bit easier into him. He grunted again as they lightly spread his already stretching hole open even more but he knew this was needed. The fingers were removed after a little longer, the hybrid shaking lightly as he looked over his shoulder to see Cyril coating his hand in more lube before applying it directly to his massive cock. The bingo inhaled sharply as the demon let his cock rest between his ass cheeks, feeling the slick length grind up and down and coat his already lubed hole a little more.
	“J-just shove it in already!”
	A chuckle rang out in the room, a strange sound from the bat. “Patience. You may want the pillow to bite.” Decon was about to retort when his legs were pulled out from under him. Understanding went through the hybrid as he grabbed the pillow and laid it under himself, resting his chin on his interlocked fingers. Once again, he felt the dick against his ass, though this time it was the circular head. It was like a can of soda, dragging along his fuzzy rear end as a hand spread his cheek. The bingo’s slightly gaping hole felt immensely small for the large insertion that was about to happen and it felt like it as Cyril pushed forward. Pressure built against the ring, Decon taking the demon’s advice and biting into the pillow hard, hands moving to grab the edges. He relaxed as much as he could and the cock pushed all the harder until the hybrid let out a muffled yell into the pillow. Even with the lube and foreplay and everything, even though the bingo had been through hell more times than he could remember, Decon couldn’t help but believe this was one of the worst pains he had felt. After all, not a whole lot made him scream in pain. Cyril’s dick was not one of ease, being blunt at the tip making it a challenge to take but it was consistent. The hybrid held onto that as he muttered profanities into the pillow, eyes and teeth clenched as he breathed hard. The demon didn’t wait long, as the bingo pinned his ears back as the bat pushed into him a little, the flare of pain shooting through Decon’s system. Fuck, he wasn’t going to be sitting anytime soon.
	Cyril didn’t wait too long and kept sinking into the hybrid. Eventually, he did stop for longer than a small rest period. It tempted the bingo to look back to see how the demon was doing and groaned inwardly as he still saw quite a lot of shaft on the bat. His head flopped onto the pillow, hair spilling into his vision. He felt stuffed and sore already and they were only roughly half in. Damn it, he had to take that entire monster if he wanted the bat to return. Wiggling a little, Decon groaned out as he felt the throbbing of Cyril’s length buried in him. Strangely, the pain was dying off to be replaced with a cool, numb like sensation. Then the bat pulled back to his head before pushing back in. The pain was there, dulled, but the hybrid couldn’t help but feel a contentment from being this full. He felt as the cock drove in deeper with every pump, wincing a bit with the new parts of his innards being shoved aside. It quickly felt fine on the next pass and the bingo couldn’t help biting his lower lip as his flagging erection came back in full force, soaking his pubes and belly along with the sheets.
	After a time, the bat stopped again for an extended period of time. Decon was going to look back when the demon pulled out quickly before shoving back in. The bingo was jolted, letting out a small cry from the double feeling of pleasure from sheets on dick and dick in his spread ass. The demon set a good pace, in and out that rocked the bed and made it lightly bang the headboard into the wall. The hybrid’s mind quickly hazing over with lust made an attempt to realize something. After a couple of rough pumps, it dawned on Decon that there was no balls slapping onto him. Oh fuck, they weren’t even at the hilt and already he felt bloated past his limit, insides rearranging themselves just for Cyril. The bingo bit the pillow again to try and hide some of his noises, groans and whines from the electricity racking his body. The sliding of the massive cock grew easier as well, prompting the demon to speed up too. He was plowing into Decon hard, hard enough for the bingo to think Cyril was thumping into the bed inside of himself. The thought was ludicrous, yet accurate too. Unable to help himself, the hybrid pushed back a little into the thrusts, his body hot and out of breath yet strangely feeling cool unlike any other times he’s had sex. Magic from the bat maybe? Decon didn’t know or care at the moment, he only noticed when Cyril grabbed his left leg at the knee. Confused for only a moment, the hybrid let out a long, drawn out breathy “fuuuuucccckkkk” as he was turned on the pole up his ass. Through fluttering eyes, the bingo raised his head enough to see the demon’s own leg raise up into a better position and Decon knew exactly what was coming.
	His ragged breathing hitched, head thrown back as he let’s out a strangled yelp, hand thrusting forward and shoving the pillow back up the bed. Cyril had shoved himself to his root into the hybrid, a strange rumbling in the demon’s chest.
	“Looks like you were right.” The voice was coarser, said between pants of breaths as the bat remained at his hilt for a moment. Decon went to look back at Cyril when he paused on his stomach and his eyes widened. He could clearly see the cock in his stomach, belly distended around it. Oh fucking hell, the bat was that deep?! A shaking hand moved to run over it and he heard Cyril hiss in a breath. A shudder ran through the bingo, knowing he had pleasured the demon more by his action. To distend and feel, one had to be deep and no one had ever pushed his stomach out in sex, as far as Decon could remember. The hand gripped the bed sheet as he tried to wrap his mind around this new experience but he wasn’t given the chance as a growl left Cyril before the cock withdrew from the hybrid’s innards. When only the head remained, the demon rammed back in hard to his hilt. Balls smacked his ass while the arm held his leg up for better entry. Again, the bingo was jolted along with the bed, the strange feeling of seeing his abdomen distorted by a dick and being railed helping the fiery knot build in behind his dick. Fuck, he was going to cum handsfree from this breeding?!
	Thunder struck through the room as rain pattered on the glass. Oh, hell, he had forgotten it was raining. Decon was too focused on the rutting bat. Strange he’d notice the weather at this time. Maybe since it seemed connected to the beast destroying his rear? It didn’t matter overly much as the hybrid whimpered lightly, hand gripping the sheet as the other tried to help him push back into the demon’s long, hard thrusts. A hand was holding onto his side, something he only realized as Cyril pounded into him. The pressure built up greater inside of the bingo, making him pant harder and tense up around the massive shaft inside of him. He was going to orgasm. There wasn’t anything he could do to stop it. The sound and smell and feeling of sex with Cyril was overpowering. Decon saw stars as he let out a cry, his dick bobbing with the sawing into his rear as ropes of seed splattered out onto the bed sheets. The girth of the demon’s cock kept the hybrid in orgasm, spasming around the great shaft as it drilled into him. It was a snarl that clued the bingo in right before the searing cold stunned him, making his already heaving chest catch. It splashed into his belly, ran along his inside track and drenched his ass around his hole. How the hell did someone with a cock designed to plug someone get cum to leak out the rim? Answer, a whole lot of fucking seed. The bat pulled out a little, though only a small amount of cum followed him as it leaked out down Decon’s ass cheek. The hybrid took in shuddering breaths, hearing the bat’s own labored huffs of air as the two rested from the intense fucking.
	It was a surprise when Decon heard a small noise by the door. It was a strange clicking sound. Turning towards the sound, his eyes widened as he saw AJ standing there with his phone sideways in his hands. The light brown cat was flushing, dress shirt unbuttoned at the top as well as a loosened belt. The feline looked up from his phone as the hybrid spoke out.
	“AJ, what the fuck are you doing?!” The bingo’s words were breathy, as he still heaved for air.
	“What’s it look like? Documenting you taking a dick.”
	A growl came from Decon. “Fuck off!”
	“It’s my room, jackass.”
	Well, fuck. The hybrid looked up to the bat to see what he was doing. His head was turned as his ears twitched, eyes narrowed. A tugging at the lips again. That wasn’t good.
	“You should come in for a better angle, AJ.”
	The feline hesitated in the doorway before he moved in. He moved around the bed for a side view, clicking coming from the phone as he photographed, a few times, the scene before him. A grin was on the cat’s face. “Well, don’t let me keep you two from your-“
	“Stop.”
	A shudder ran through Decon at the words. They were commanding authority. He saw AJ go rigid, mouth snapping shut mid-sentence. The bingo tensed up as he felt the demon pulling out, seed leaking out more heavily onto his furry ass. Watching the cat, the hybrid saw the eyes widen, muzzle dropping open at the impressive cock the bat had. Decon hissed as Cyril slurped out of his gaping hole, feeling like his insides were empty beyond believe. The demon all but left the hybrid to his own devices as he scooted off the bed and stood. The feline kept his eyes on still hard shaft, the bingo noticing to bulge in AJ’s pants. The bat approached the smaller cat, who was gazing at the bobbing length before a hand on the goatee’d chin forced it up. Cyril bent over and seemed to shove his tongue into the feline’s muzzle, if the muffled moans were any indication. A teal hand ran through the tied up dark brown hair AJ had before the bat pulled away to work on the buttons of the shirt. Understanding ran through Decon at that moment, a flush touching his face. It seemed the demon was far from done.
	Knowing that the bed was going to be the final stop and knowing Cyril wouldn’t care if he nailed AJ on top of him, the bingo slowly slid himself backwards until he was right next to the wall. He laid on his arm as he watched the feline get disrobed. Pink cock stood at attention crowed by dark brown pubes. A hand grabbed it and jerked it a little as the bat whispered into the cat’s ear. They flicked as the blush deepened on AJ’s face, his breathing getting labored. Then, the feline was picked up and carried to the bed, a gasp of surprise leaving the cat before being dropped on his back on the bed next to Decon. Brown eyes flicked to the bingo’s own, showing a mixture of desire and terror. The hybrid could understand why. The cat gasped out again as a finger was roughly inserted into his rear, Decon watching the finger pump with lube before more were added. Just like with him, Cyril was preparing the cat for his fucking.
	By the time the fourth finger was in and AJ was getting finger banged, the feline was writhing and leaking pre onto his belly. The bingo bit his lip as he watched, the familiar stirring rising in him. Even after the hard sex he’d just had, which still pained his rear, watching someone else get taken was exciting. The demon didn’t bother lubing his dick as it was coated in cum. The fingers were removed and the head placed at the cat’s entrance, hands wrapping around the  hips as arms held the legs apart. The bingo’s ears twitched at the cry of displeasure as the bat shoved his tip in. It was slower going than it had been with him, but Cyril slowly sunk deeper into the feline. AJ writhed on the bed, hands gripping sheets and Decon at times as limbs flailed for purchase. Soon enough, the demon stopped, not near the hilt at all. He drew back out before he rammed back in. The cat let out a cry, his moans and whimpering assaulting the hybrid’s ears as the bat continued to pound into the feline. In and out he sawed, using less of his cock but AJ was a mess from the pleasure. He leaked profusely and Decon was almost tempted to reach over and jerk the cat off. Almost.
	The hybrid’s hand went back to his creamy rear and lightly shoved in two fingers. They toyed around in his rump as he watched the painful bliss on the cat’s face with every gasp and noise of pleasure and the grunts and snarls Cyril gave as he pumped his hips. Decon was getting hard again, even with the slight twinges he got from his ass. He still couldn’t believe he was watching his roommate get fucked right next to him. The room remained chilled as the demon’s breath started to huff out in clouds. The bingo figured it was from his magic, probably unintentional. It didn’t matter much, as the feline bucked back onto the pole in his ass as he writhed before he arched up. A choked moan ran through AJ as ropes of seed splattered onto his chest and neck, some splashing his chin as the bat didn’t relent at all. He rammed through the spasming hole before with a snarl, he stopped. The gasp came from the feline, no doubt feeling the cold cum work into his system. It wasn’t long before AJ flopped onto his back, completely limp. Cyril just let out a chuckle of his own.
	"Looks like I overdid it." The voice was husky and strangely icey. Decon wasn't sure on it but he didn't care. The blue eyes turned to him, a frown now on his muzzle. The hybrid froze under the stare before a sigh left the bat. "And not enough. You two are going to get me sent back early."
	Decon wasn't sure what he meant by that but he heard the whimper of AJ as Cyril pulled out. A hand reached out to grab the bingo and Decon know he was going to get another round tonight. It seemed he had found a keeper for the times he wanted a dick up his ass. Though he wasn't sure if the week of ass pain truly worth it. At the moment, he didn't care.