It didn’t take long for the announcement to be made in the form of a flare flying in the sky and popping. Both sides stopped their skirmishes and headed for the middle while speculating who had won. Ferocious felines with claws at each other's throats were now walking shoulder to shoulder grinning and exchanging promises of money if one or the other won. Everyone met at the marketplace where it had all begun including merchants with new wares to sell to the tired combatants. The mediator made the announcement that Toyle’s team had lost just when Jasmaby arrived with Toyle on his shoulder and Charthur at his side with the flag in paw. Claude trailed near them carrying Neon and it wasn’t long before Wel arrived with Reyes in tow. The leaders of the losing team were dragged to the middle, Jasmaby smirking as he walked from left to right examining the losers of the WAR. Toyle grimaced with his arms crossed while Neon avoided the collective gaze of the winners. Meanwhile, Reyes had his chin held up high as if he hadn’t just been trounced and wasn’t on the losing team. Vivian was at the end of the row with a grin seemingly enjoying everything that was happening whether she won or lost. 


When Jasmaby finally spoke, the buzz in the crowd around them began to die down, “It seems that the losing team has a lot to make up for. After all, those were some pretty hefty terms and I’d like some hefty terms in return for the insults. After all, the WAR was won and so by default and decree, I was right all along. So, Toyle, let’s start with you. Anything to say before the jubilee begins?” 


Toyle grumbled quietly and when Jasmaby placed a paw to his ear the defeated turf tiger hybrid groaned aloud, “Fine! The stupid dress isn’t as ugly as I thought it was and your taste is among the best, which is why you’re in magazines and I’m not. Is that good, your grace?” 


A chuckle came from Jasmaby as he clapped his paws together, “Perfect! Next?” 


Neon rolled her eyes but said flatly, “Your dress is great. I was wrong.” 


Before Jasmaby could ask, Vivian spoke up, “Never thought your dress was ugly. Just wanted to tussle with you or Charthur! I’m always up for a good scrap and figured trouncing these guys wouldn’t be fun!” 


“I figured that might be the case, Vivian. You might like to dress in tatters but you make it work and know respect for my vines.” Jasmaby said with a smile before turning toward Reyes, “And what about you? Anything to say for yourself camera boy? I heard you were trounced and if you’re nice then I promise you’ll be able to go.” 


Reyes muttered something quiet enough that no one could hear it while he turned his eyes downward. The victorious thistle tiger leaned in with a knowing smile, eyes bright as he readied himself to accept the final admission of defeat. A paw came up from the defeated turf tiger to press on Jasmaby’s dress where a rune appeared. The dress turned to tatters before the eyes of all who were in attendance, underwear revealing the thistle tiger’s lower petals that had been hiding beneath the floral themed dress. Reyes sneered up at the thistle tiger expecting more of a reaction but Jasmaby simply looked at him with a raised brow. 


The thistle tiger turned and sighed, “It seems this little number of mine wasn’t proven against magic and while I can say without a doubt that it was beautiful, it was not strong enough. Luckily, the design still exists and more can be made but I suppose that me being in my nudist means that we can begin with the second part of this little game. Vivian and everyone else on the losing team are free to go. Neon, Toyle, and the tricky nobody must remain and serve the needs of those who wish to attend the party. Swarm, grind, and do as you wish to the losers of today’s WAR. Of course, there will be catering for this little event as I have seen to the preparations beforehand. Now, enjoy everyone!” Choice words built at the tip of his tongue as Reyes took a step forward only to receive a turning kick to the cheek hard enough to drop him to the ground and bring stars to his eyes. When he sat up, Jasmaby grabbed him by the hair and yanked him up so their eyes were meeting, “Make sure to use this one as roughly as you desire.” 


Before more could be said, the crowd closed in and the festivities began. Drinks were shared, food was prepared and the market was bustling again but this time, for an after-party. Reyes, Neon, and Toyle were grabbed by the shoulders and taken to different sides of the market where those who were most interested in them gathered. Jasmaby and toyle found themselves in the center of a crowd where he had been thrown down and forced to stare up at the imposing figure of the thistle tiger. Neon was being surrounded, groped, and squeezed in every direction while her cheeks were burning red as Charthur watched with a smile. Reyes had to contend with the laughing fox again but this time, Claude was there with a nervous look in his eyes. Wel had an arm around Claude and whispered something that caused the large hybrid to shudder. Clothes were thrown off, mouths connected together among the participants that wanted pieces of one another instead of the losers and those who wanted to record what was about to happen were in place. 


Toyle looked up at Jasmaby while blowing a few strands of stray hair from his face, “Listen, love the look. Better nude than wrapped in vines, right?” 


Claws came down and Toyle closed his eye. No pain came but when he looked, he saw that his clothes had been ripped to shreds. He cursed quietly but could do nothing as Jasmaby stepped on his chest to force him back down. The thistle tiger then sighed, “I suppose I am at my most beautiful when nude unlike you who are at most just a cute mongrel. You’ve got some good qualities I guess but compared to me you’re nothing.” 


“If you really think I’m nothing then why’d you pick me, huh? Coulda had anyone else or even left me in the dust but look at you about to dominate me. Hah! Go ahead, do your worst!" Toyle said with a smirk. 


Jasmaby moved his foot away and laughed as he lowered himself before grabbing Toyle’s cock beneath him, “Is that so? I have no trouble beating you raw, no trouble making you embarrassed in front of everyone here but for what? The petty crime of having no taste. You’ve already embarrassed yourself enough.” 


Words that were just forming in the air cut away to a grunt as Jasmaby lowered his hips and brought his heat down over Toyle’s meager shaft. The turf tiger on the ground gnashed his fangs together while clawing at the ground, the thistle tiger continuing to roll his hips down further and further until their hips were touching. Jasmaby brought his paws up from Toyle’s thighs all the way up to the neck where he let them rest there, digits tensing but never squeezing until he went back down to the shoulders. 


“Wait, that's it? Not gonna hit me? Not gonna punish me or squeeze anything real hard? You could be throttling me but instead, you’re just giving me what I want.” Toyle said with a sneer. 


The thistle tiger shrugged his shoulders and began to bounce on Toyle’s lap, rolling his hips and bucking occasionally while sighing happily, “I think not. I’m just going to enjoy myself here while I wrap your precious rod around my possy. If you’ve got a problem with that then you’re free to try and start moving yourself.” 


Toyle huffed, “Fine then! I will!” 


As soon as Toyle even tried to move, Jasmaby’s digits squeezed around his arm and held him down, while the posh tiger purred, “What’s the matter? I thought you wanted to move? I thought you wanted to do something to make this situation more fun? If you don’t move then I guess I’ll take my time.” 


“How can I move to make anything happen when you’re holding me down like this?! If you really want me to wreck your little flower then you’ll let me but here you are holding me down taking your precious time and you’re pissing me off!” Toyle hissed.


Jasmaby grinned, leaning down until their noses were touching, “That’s the point, little spot. You’re nothing beneath me. You’ll never be anything and I won’t be giving you entirely what you want. Instead, I’ll be taking something from you and enjoying it thoroughly while you moan, whine, and complain but still, you should be happy that I even let you touch me after your little comments. So be proud! You conquered another body, isn’t that nice?” 


Heat ran through Toyle’s cheeks as he gnashed his fangs together and tried to search for something to say. For once, he was left speechless. He was forced to lie there and take Jasmaby’s sweet treatment. Those strong hips moved back and forth with gentle intent, rolling around and twisting down over and over again rhythmically. He loved it. Jasmaby’s insides were warm and inviting and tight in just the right ways. The movements were done to milk him slowly but this wasn’t the pace he wanted. Toyle usually liked poking fun at creatures stronger than him because it meant that he would get beaten in the end, it meant that he would encounter some sort of battle or struggle and usually he had fun with that but right now he wasn’t having fun, right now there was no back and forth. Jasmaby was just enjoying himself and Toyle was having a wonderful time. The gentle rocking of those strong hips made him feel like he was floating on clouds as Jasmaby kept on bouncing on his lap. He would have preferred it if Jasmaby were choking him if he were being beaten or something, anything to add friction! Usually, he would have sneered at this attempt and gloated but even that had been taken from him because he had been teased with the promise of a rough time. 


Before he could voice another complaint, Jasmaby spoke, “What’s the matter? You look so distraught right now. Are you bored? Maybe you’re having too much of a good time? Is there something I can do to help you?” 


Toyle grimaced, “Okay, now you’re weirding me out.” 


Jasmaby laughed, “I only wanted to try it out to see how you received it but now that I’ve had my fill, perhaps I should see about what you want. If you really want me to be mean, then tell me, beg me. Say please and perhaps I’ll throttle the extra mile.” 


“Me? Beg for you to go rough on me? Please. Like I would ever demean myself like that.” Toyle muttered. 


“Is that so? I guess that means you want to keep on going gently all the way, that you want me to take you out for a nice evening afterward to make sure that you’re okay. I’ll be the sweetest I can and not once harm a single hair on that masked face of yours.” Said Jasmaby with a mocking timbre. 


There was a moment of silence before Toyle looked away from Jasmaby and sighed, “If you’re really trying to bore me to death then you’re doing a good job. Can you please hurry this up?” 


“Is that any way to beg?” Asked Jasmaby with a grin flashing pointed fangs. 


Toyle groaned, “Fine! Can you please stop taking it easy on me and give me what I deserve? Can you grab my neck and ride me until I can barely open my eyes and my hips feel like they’re about to fall off? Please.” 


The grin on Jasmaby’s face widened and both of their paws came up to grab Toyle’s neck. He squeezed and squeezed and squeezed until Toyle felt his breaths grow short. Pain sprouted from each point of those digits grabbing on while Jasmaby’s hips began to bounce rapidly to grind atop of him. His shaft twitched and pushed against those tight inner walls, his claws digging into the ground as he struggled to draw breath. This was better than being treated kindly by his enemy, this was better than being given pity! One of his claws came up to grab onto Jasmaby’s wrist, holding there just in case he needed to tap out for any reason while he felt his orgasm getting closer with the building excitement from the pain. A few more pushes and he found it was too much to handle. Cum poured out from the tip of his cock while Jasmaby kept riding him, mouth opening in sighing laughter that trailed through the buzz of the crowd and passed over what was happening nearby with Neon. 


Neon found herself surrounded by multiple individuals groping and grabbing her. The overload of sensations had her goggles foggy and her mind mired in those feelings. She had the opportunity to leave at any point but a gentle touch at her stomach urged her to keep on trying with this new feeling, to accept her punishment. That soft touch dragged from belly to chest and back down around to her thighs while she writhed in the feeling of being drawn in and grounded by the anchor of that sensation among so many others. 


“Here you lie while so many others prepare to prey on such a prize. You could always leave and rise but here you lie. Tell me, was it worth the betrayal Neon?” Said Charthur with a purr while she passed her paw up and down Neon’s body. 


It was difficult to respond for Neon. There were so many eyes staring at her with such hunger, so many digits grabbing at her body here and there wanting to pull her in one direction. Legs were spread apart to make way for an equine strange that got on their knees but she couldn’t quite make out who they were. Each creature surrounding her except for Charthur might as well have been cloaked in shadows. She could read their silhouettes but could not make out who they were or if she even knew them. What she did know and understand was that the individuals surrounding her were bringing out. She felt the heat and pressure on her body before she realized truly what was happening. Equine cocks, canine cocks, shafts of every size from different species were placed on her body while an equine member slapped onto her crotch and began to grind. Neon trembled, chest rising and falling but Charthur leaned down and planted a cool kiss along her chest and the heat in her mind began to die down enough to let her calm down. 


Pushing at her mouth was a shaft with a strange texture, soft barbs along the tip made her think that it was a feline of some sort begging for entrance and so she opened her mouth wide to accept the stranger in while the shaft between her legs began to line up with her pussy. As firm warmth pushed into her mouth and her digits were used for the pleasure of others, she found herself sinking in the various sensations hitting her. Fear echoed in her body along with uncertainty but it was all made safe by the touch of a friend so close and the knowledge that she could back away if anything went too far. 


Neon trembled as she felt her insides being spread by that thick shaft, her hips arching as the shadows between her legs thrust forward and dragged every inch of that thing inside of her. The feline at her mouth bucked and pushed, her throat full of that barbed member as if it were pressing up to her mind where each sensation had gathered in a maelstrom of uncertain feelings. That negativity, that fear, it brought a swirl of emotions that she needed to process one by one but when she thought she might be panicking, she again focused on the touch at her center. Charthur’s kisses had gone from her chest down all the way to her crotch where she began to lick and lap away. Each breath from Charthur spread an icy mist over her body that counteracted the heat making her mind grow hazy. The negative sensations were pushed back by the positive feeling of her friend’s breath and touch forcing her to acknowledge something good was happening. That cold seemed to open her eyes properly for a moment to see colors through the silhouettes. Colors of fur and more began to play out along with voices spread in a myriad of recognition that these were actual individuals surrounding her but her mind kept them cloaked enough in shadows that she didn’t recognize anyone except Charthur. 


The shaft in her mouth pulled out for a moment and Charthur’s lips captured her own. Gentle digits brushed along her cheek making her tremble while the cold radiated from Charthur’s maw and touch. Neon’s tongue pushed into that frosty mouth to drag against Charthur’s. It was a surprise when she felt sticky warmth instead of something cold but she kept on dipping closer to that kiss, needing to feel it while the creature inside of her kept pounding away. The heat building from the constant grind of that shaft against her insides encroached on her body, rising further and further until it met the cold coming down from her mouth thanks to the kiss she shared with Charthur. That mixture of temperatures aided the pressure inside of her body as she felt her climax getting closer and closer from the sensations hitting her. 


A shot of sticky heat fired off inside of her causing her eyes to grow wide while she groaned to Charthur’s lips. Thick seed pooled inside of her from the equine pumping their hips against her over and over again. It almost felt like she was going to get fatter from such a load but when he was finished, there was no time to rest. A different shaft soon popped over to press inside of her and grind deep within at a more desperate pace. Those new hips thrust hard enough to jolt her back just a bit. The cock at her paws moved away and instead waited their turns to get inside of her allowing her to cling onto Charthur and let out muffled bleats. In between their kiss, Neon could hear Charthur chuckling, little sighs, and noises toying around with the back of her mind as she tried not to think about the fact that she was being used by so many strangers in front of her. 


Time grew hazy as her insides were pounded and stuffed over and over again by several creatures lining up as if she were an attraction. When she was finally given a break, she tore her lips away and breathed out, “Is...Is that it?” 


Charthur smiled, “Is that it? I’d say you manage to take about half of the folks who want a hit. They’re just getting a bit of lube is all.” 


Neon blinked, “Wait, if they’re getting lube then does that mean they want to…?” 


Her answer came when she was turned onto her stomach and her rear was spread wide. Neon trembled while she felt large hands squeezing at her ass while cool lube was spread onto her pucker. Digits pushed that liquid inside of her deep to make sure she was properly lubed before they were taken out. She felt the thick head of a cock pushing against her rear before suddenly her ass was spread and her insides began to be pounded. This creature’s movements were rougher than the other, their digits grabbing onto her hair to tug causing her to gasp as they kept on thrusting into her ass over and over again. She expected to feel their balls against her body at any moment but instead, her rear took inch by inch of thick cock for more than she expected. When she finally felt their balls against her thighs, she was left a trembling mess with her eyes glitching with small pixels of colors running across her vision. Her rear’s inner walls clung onto the cock grinding against them as the stranger in her rump pulled back only to thrust back inside over and over again. There weren’t lips to comfort her or gentle touches but she felt and heard the giggles of her friend above her, a frosty breeze at the back of her head causing a shudder to thunder down her back while her rear kept on getting stuffed. 


One more push and she felt her rear being stuffed to the brim with a heat so intense she thought it might burn a hole through her. Cum continued to pool in her rump until her eyes shut and she hung her head panting. Bit by bit the stranger behind her pulled out and grabbed her ankle to tug her up and show dripping holes to everyone. At this point, she certainly didn’t care and she even cherished the humiliation of being shown off like some piece of meat to a crowd at the market. It was terrifying and she loved it. 


Reyes had been dragged away with Wel and Claude. His hair was being tugged to bring him along by the smiling fox while Claude followed nearby with a small frown. Claude was the first to speak up, “Uh, should we really be hurting him like that? Doesn’t it seem like too much?” 


The fox blinked and looked at Claude before giving him a pat on the shoulder, “Not to worry! This little slut is a regular masochist! Kind of like Toyle.”


He protested aloud, “I’m not a masochist but if you think that I’m backing down from the consequences of my actions then you’re damn wrong. I can take whatever you have to offer an—” 


Wel laughed, “Aww that's cute but I don’t really think you’re in a position to play tough after I saw you so vulnerable. Claude here is going to stuff your ass while I use your mouth and I know better than most here that you’re gonna love every second of it.” 


The fox let go of his hair allowing him to stand up at full height and puff out his chest, “Whatever. You just caught me off guard is all.” 


“Was it catching you off guard that made you start moaning like a feral creature in heat or was it something else?” Wel asked with a tilt of his head. 


Reyes crossed his arms, cheeks flushed red beneath the fur while he looked down. Unfortunately, that served as a mistake. He could see that Wel and Claude were ready to begin, the shy giant easily making his eyes grow wide with wonder while Wel’s length still impressed him in some ways. He wouldn’t admit it, he would never admit it but he could at least marvel at each of those shafts with some amount of hunger. 


“See what I mean?” Wel said with a snicker, “He can’t keep his eyes off our dicks. I bet he’d be really good at worshiping every little inch on both of us so how about we have him do that before we really get started?” 


Claude muttered, “Well...I guess since he’s staring so much it might be fun.” 


His cheeks burned as he heard the two calling out his desires. Instead of saying anything, he got down on his knees and looked away from them until Wel’s digits grabbed his hair and tugged to give him a quiet order. When he looked up at Wel and Claude staring down at him he growled, “So, are you going to order me to do something or are you just gonna expect me to do it myself? Because if it is up to me then I’m out of here. No way I’m getting off on this dumb shit.” 


Wel chuckled and took hold of his shaft, lifting it to show heavy balls beneath, “How about you get started on these with that mouth of yours and stroke Claude’s dick?” 


Reyes thought about complaining, thought about saying something to really insult the fox above him but the tools presented before him were more tempting than he was willing to admit. With a huff, he leaned forward and opened his mouth to let his tongue drag against those heavy orbs. He started at the bottom before coming up and around to the center while reaching one paw out to grab onto Claude’s shaft. Digits wrapped around that thick cock to start stroking while his other paw moved to grasp Wel’s. The heat of the balls on his mouth brought a shudder through his body while the pulsing warmth in both of his paws let him know that he was in for a ride. 


The thought that he was just doing this to accept the burden of loss kept playing through his head but he knew it was false the more he lapped at those heavy orbs, the more he allowed his mind to sink to those heated shafts pushing against the palms of his paws. He kept on going at the same pace until Wel grabbed him by the hair and yanked him back. Before he could growl or hiss, he was dragged up onto his feet while Wel placed a claw on his belly. A heart was drawn leaving a familiar trail of cool ink. 


Once Wel finished, he called out to Claude, “Take a seat big guy. This one is going to ride you until you pop. Isn’t that right?” 


Instead of a hiss, he decided to take ownership of the situation entirely, “Is that what you want me to do? Milk this big cat dry? Think I won’t? Think I can’t? I’ll do it easily just to get this over with!” 


When Claude sat, Reyes tore himself away from Wel to straddle the larger turf tiger. He growled as he reached between them to grab that massive shaft while trying not to think about what it would do to him without magic or proper lube. Slowly, he lowered his hips until he felt the tip push against his pucker. A shudder ran through his body while he worked the head of the cock inside and when it poked through, he slammed his hips down all the way until every inch was inside of his rear. Reyes had expected to be able to handle it without a problem but something was different this time. Every inch fit inside of him but it almost felt as if he were taking it without the help of magic. There were sore spots throughout his body popping up but they were held back by a pleasure rolling through him that had his hips shaking and his mouth curving up into a crooked drooling grin. Reminding himself that he had made a challenge, he brought his hips up all the way and started to drag them back down over and over again. 


It took a few moves of his hips before he could get into a steady rhythm but when he finally managed it he went all out. His hips came down hard before dragging up hard no matter how much pressure he felt punching at his gut. Reyes also kept his mouth shut and closed his eyes, still refusing the fact that he loved bottoming like this. Of course, Wel didn’t make it easy. The fox grabbed him by the hair and tugged his head to push the head of that canine cock against his lips. He opened wide and gagged almost immediately as Wel started pounding into his mouth. Those heavy balls pressed against his chin with every thrust while he tried his best to keep his hips moving. His paws held onto Claude’s shoulders as best as they could manage but he was doing it. Reyes could manage this easily enough or he could until Claude began to move. 


The large turf tiger wrapped his arms around Reyes tight and suddenly began to thrust wildly as if activated. His eyes went wide and a muffled groan came from his fucked throat. He tried to keep himself steady and control the movement with his hips but he couldn’t do anything against the strength of that normally gentle giant. Both of his paws tightened their grips around Claude’s shoulders, his own cock bouncing with every thrust until he suddenly released from the sensation of being fucked alone like the slut he was. One more push from Claude and he suddenly felt a load pouring in his rear that matched Wel’s from before. He couldn’t handle the amount of cum hitting his insides and had to moan aloud just as the fox pulled out of his maw. Reyes gasped and groaned, eyes fluttering while his ass was still being pounded as rope after rope of thick seed painted his inner walls. 


When Claude finally stopped, Wel’s cock slapped against his cheek, “So, had fun getting railed again?” 


Reyes groaned, “Fuck...Fuck. I—. Fuck yes I did damnit.” 


How could he deny what felt so good? The grinding heat inside of him, the shaft pushing at his cheek threatening him and Wel grinning down at him like a bastard while purring, “Good. I’d add a bit more to what’s in your ass or maybe stuff your throat but I think we’re needed with the rest of your allies.” 


He shuddered as he watched Wel’s cock back away and heard Jasmaby call for the losers to be dragged to the center. This time, Reyes barely had to be yanked along as he simply followed the ones who had broken him in while avoiding the looks of others who watched him with such lust. Toyle, Reyes, and Neon were brought onto their knees at the center of the market where more and more individuals were gathering. Someone already had their cock in Neon’s mouth and was feverishly thrusting while others had their hands on their shafts to start tugging. 


Jasmaby spoke up despite the lust oozing from the creatures gathering around, “I think that we should cap this little victory party with a bit of cum to insult as they say. Use their mouths, tend to yourselves, fuck one another for all I care. Just let loose that last load on these three right here.” 


Reyes was too dazed from his pounding to react while the crowd started to cheer and close in on the trio in the center. Neon’s throat was already being stuffed and now others gathered around to grab onto Toyle and Reyes to fuck their mouths. Wel took his place in front of Reyes, grabbing his ears and stuffing his throat over and over again, balls kissing the chin. Reyes gagged and sputtered around that fat shaft and trembled while he felt others grinding their cock’s against his cheeks. The warmth gathering from the surrounding creatures kept on building together until it felt like he was drowning in it. Reyes found that the air seemed almost misty from the constant huffing of the participants, his own breaths only coming from his nostrils pushing against the fox’s crotch. It didn’t take long for Reyes to feel the bulbous knot of the fox pushing against his lips begging for entrance and a few more thrusts forced it inside. He struggled to handle every inch of that pulsing member in his throat but he wanted to swallow whatever it had to offer. It was when he found himself hungry for the other’s seed when Wel pulled out. 


A gasp came from Reyes as he shivered and resisted the urge to whine from the sudden emptiness plaguing his maw. It was only when he saw everyone in front of him stroking themselves that he stopped and opened his mouth wide obediently with his eyes closed. Hot cum began to pour out from the first participant that lost themselves in pleasure. Warm seed struck his mouth and face over and over again from different directions, his body getting drenched with the stuff as well. A few creatures walked up to grab his hair and cum in his mouth directly but most chose to fire off their loads all over him. The same happened for Neon and Toyle who had their mouths open wide to let every drop they could catch inside of their maws before they swallowed. Reyes opened his eyes just in time to see Wel grab both of his ears and push every inch of that canine member into his throat. Wel kept it rooted there while hot cum poured out into his mouth over and over again. It felt like that load would never end until Wel forcibly yanked out of his maw and sprayed his face with the rest of his cum. 


When everyone finished cumming, Wel, Charthur, and Claude departed together with Neon while Jasmaby was left behind. Reyes grumbled quietly as he got up, his mind finally clear as he pushed someone away from him who tried to help. 


Jasmaby stood before Toyle with his arms crossed and leaned down, “So, was it worth it losing so thoroughly just to say something mean?” 


Toyle looked back and forth before muttering, “It was fucking fantastic. Figured it would be rougher though. I’d rate it pretty highly and I think my camera crew in the shadows got some good footage. How about you, good for you?” 


“The look on Neon’s face when her little trinket didn’t work was fantastic! I’d say that alone was perfect but tell me, how did you ever manage to get Neon to drop that little feature?” Jasmaby said with a sigh and a smile. 


As he got up, Toyle grunted, “Snake tail right over here snuck a piece out of Chip real quick. Fast enough that Neon didn’t even notice and either that little ball didn’t care or I’m just that good. Didn’t even warn Reyes much about Charthur and Wel, just told him that they were tough.” 


“I see! So, are you satisfied?” The thistle tiger asked with a raised brow. 


Toyle grabbed the back of his neck and rolled his head, “Ehhh…” He then grinned and nodded, “Yeah. I’d say so. Like I said, coulda been rougher but it was worth it to see all those lovely reactions. Claude betraying me was a wild twist and I’m sure I’ll be happy to see the footage with him and Neon.” 


Jasmaby leaned forward and smirked, “So, then the only inquisition I have left is if you actually liked my dress or not?” 


The chimera turf tiger hummed while his tail flicked back and forth, “Gee, I don’t know? It isn’t as if you are some sort of fashion magazine superstar, right? So I guess I’m afraid to tell you that your dress and your taste are fucking amazing. Not as good as me, but what can I say? Not everyone can be as beautiful as me.” 


Laughter came from Jasmaby as he shook his head and started walking, Toyle following along as the thistle tiger spoke, “I wonder how Neon will react when we tell her that this was all a bit of a ruse? Maybe those goggles of hers will crack.”


“Fuck yeah. I’d love to record that! But can we get a shower at your place first?” Toyle asked with a grunt, “I’m a fucking mess.” 


Jasmaby sighed, “Fine, fine. We can be fashionably late for our little meeting with Neon and company. Besides, the waiting will make it all the better once we see the look on her face.” 


Toyle grinned, “I should tell Reyes too. They’ll hate it. Vivian will just laugh it off.” 


With that said, the pair walked off jabbing and poking one another about what would happen once their little secret play was out in the open.