Anal Festival

Randall Arrow

Captain Jitta was leaning against the wall, making the height difference between herself—a Lagon—
and myself—a Panthrar—particularly obvious. “All the others seem to have plans for their shoreleave,
Lieutenant Kormmo, but I thought you might like to come with me.”

“Come with you where?”

“Back to Lagonia. You’re officially a Rodentian now, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right. My immigration forms went through last year.”

“Then you’ll be eligible to attend.”

“Attend what? What’s on Lagonia?”

“The anal festival, of course. It’s a big event every year. Don’t wanna miss it.”

I folded my ears back. “Anal festival? What the fuck is that?”

She laughed. “Fuck is exactly right. It’s a festival devoted to the pleasure of anal sex.”

“You can’t be serious, captain. An entire festival devoted to anal sex? I knew Lagons were horny,
but….”

“I am completely serious. So, are you coming, or not?” She emphasized the word, a pun that only
worked in a couple of languages—but it did work in Lagon, maybe because there are about fifty
different words for having an orgasm in Lagon, varying based on context, intensity, and I honestly
don’t even know what else. The one that also means ‘come’ seems to be fairly broadly used, though.

“How does one… celebrate… anal pleasure? At a festival?”

“By fucking asses, of course. And I for one wanna get this one pounded.” She spanked her own ass
through her tight uniform.

“Well, I, uh… don’t particularly want mine to be….”

“You can be top-only, that’s fine. They have little collars you wear, color-coded: Blue for top, red for
bottom, violet for versatile. I haven’t decided yet whether to go red or violet this year myself; usually I
go red, but sometimes it’s nice to try it both ways….”

“How does top work for, uh, females?”

She burst out laughing. “Oh gods! You didn’t even know, did you? Well, I guess it’s time to tell you:
I’m trans.” She pointed to her crotch. “I’m sure mine’s not at big as yours, tiger, but I’ve got one
nonetheless. But for those who are not suitably endowed, you can also peg with strapons at the
festival.”

I cringed a little at her calling me ‘tiger’. I don’t think she was trying to be offensive, but it’s still at
least casually insensitive to use a word like that when speaking to a tall white-and-black-striped
Panthrar. “I see.”

“So, you wanna come, or what? I know for a fact you haven’t been getting laid lately. You must be pent
up.”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but—”

“Yes?”

I shrugged. “Yes. Why the fuck not.”

***

A few days later, I found myself standing on the surface of Lagonia, dressed in plain civilian clothing
instead of my uniform, joining a thronging crowd of people gathered around a fenced-in complex that
seemed to be some sort of convention center. Captain Jitta—er, I mean, just Jitta, as she’d asked me to
call her today—was also with me, also in civilian clothing. Though where mine was a relatively plain
shirt and slacks in a light blue that went well with my fur, she was wearing a bright pink tube top and
miniskirt. It felt really weird seeing the captain of my ship dressed like that. But that was only the
beginning of the unusual attire.

The security guards at the gate looked normal from the waist up: Earpieces on their ears (Lagon
earpieces looked strange to me, but probably perfectly normal to them), body armor on their chests. But
then, below the waist, they were all completely naked except for the belt holsters holding their tasers.
About a third of the incoming guests in the queues at the gate were also naked, either from the waist
down or entirely. It felt to me like someone had glued the top half of normal reality to the bottom half
of a porn VR sim.

Once through the gates, people were all funneled into another building, some sort of large convention
hall. I couldn’t see what went on inside. I wasn’t quite sure if I wanted to.

I nudged Jitta. “Uh, why are they naked?”

“Bottomless,” she corrected. “In honor of the festival. For them it’s optional, but they almost always do
it. For us, it will be mandatory, once we go inside.”

One of the guards held out a hand at me, telling me to stop. I stopped and stood still immediately. “Is
something wrong, officer?”

“All non-Lagon guests need to go through a special briefing.” He pointed to a long queue of other
people, predominantly Murian, with quite a few Equians and only a smattering of other species. I didn’t
see any other Panthrar, in fact. Nor any other Lagon, for that matter.

Jitta sighed. “Is that really necessary? I can show him the ropes.”
The guard shrugged. “Rules are rules, ma’am.”

“Can I wait in line with him, at least?” She said the next part in a stage-whisper. “He’s a bit nervous.”

“Uh, go ahead. I don’t see any harm in that.”

“Come on, Kormmo.” She certainly showed no reluctance in just calling me Kormmo.

We walked over to that queue. She was the only Lagon—none of the others wanted to wait in this
obviously slower queue—and I was the only Panthrar. But I was definitely the one drawing attention,
partly by standing almost half a meter taller than most of the others. But it clearly wasn’t just that, as
the few Equians in the queue weren’t getting the same attention. Though there was a Vulpex woman
who seemed to be drawing similar attention. I decided it must have something with not being
Rodentian—or, rather, not looking Rodentian. By law, I was now Rodentian; but I wasn’t sure I’d ever
actually be seen that way, and certainly wasn’t by most of these people right now.

Each person was taken into a small building built into the gate by one of the (bottomless) guards,
something occurred in there, and then they emerged from the other side and rejoined the throng.
Occasionally they would return on this side looking a bit dejected and leave—rejected, I guess? I
wondered why. But since the people emerging from both sides all seemed relatively unharmed, I
decided I should just relax. (This did not necessarily make me actually relax.)

At last it was my turn. The guard ushering me in shot Jitta an odd look.

“I’m just with him,” she said.

The guard looked puzzled for a moment, then shrugged. “Okay. Whatever. Uh, go on through, I guess;
he’ll meet you on the other side.”

As instructed, Jitta passed right through the small building. Then the guard led me inside.

The room looked like the sort of place one might meet with a lawyer, or conduct an interrogation. It
was a stark, empty room, with nothing but a table and two chairs on opposite sides of it. On the table
was a holographic display, showing some text. In one corner of the room was what looked like a file
cabinet, or maybe a bureau.

“Sit down, please.”

I sat down immediately.

Yet the guard did not. I rather wished she would, as having her bare pussy in my face was more than a
little distracting. But no, she insisted on standing beside me. “Is this your first time at an Anal
Festival?”

“Uh, yes.”

“You need to be a Rodentian citizen or authorized immigrant to attend; are you?”

“Yes, I’m a naturalized citizen. Go ahead and scan me.” I held up my hand for biometric identification.
She pulled a scanner from her vest and pointed it at my hand to run the scan. There was a moment of
awkward silence, and then it beeped a few times and she seemed satisfied. “All right, Kormmo.
Welcome to Lagonia.”

“Uh, thank you, ma’am.”

“Now that I have your ID confirmed, I need to do a medscan. Do you consent?”

“Uh, okay, go ahead. I consent.”

She held up the scanner again, this time running it slowly up and down my entire body. If anything I
felt like she was paying special attention to my crotch area—but it could have been my imagination.

There was another moment of awkward silence. This one lasted longer. Then, at last, a few more beeps
and she smiled. “Damn, you’re the healthiest one I’ve seen all day. No conditions at all? Not even a
broken bone that healed bad; not even a dental cavity?”

“I, uh, get very good healthcare from the Navy.”

She folded her ears back a little. “You’re in the Rodentian Alliance Navy?”

“Yeah, I know it’s weird. Being a Panthrar and all. Kind of a long story, but I’m happy here.”

“Well, fuck me upside-down on a ladder.” The Lagon have lots of variations on swearing that involving
being fucked in various ways. I’d heard a few from Jitta, but there seemed to be many more I hadn’t
heard yet. “That woman with you, was she Navy too?”

I nodded. “She’s, uh… my Captain, in fact.” It suddenly occurred to me that maybe I shouldn’t say
that; but on the other hand, it also seemed unwise to lie.

She laughed. “Fuck me on a trampoline.” And there was another one. “All right then, Navy boy, let’s
do this briefing. The text document will have more details, but I know that nobody actually reads the
damn thing before they sign it. So I’m gonna go over the rules with you, all right?”

“Understood.”

“Number 1: Adults only. You’re an adult, everyone here is an adult, so, probably, no problem. But
bringing a child into the Anal Festival is a crime. So let’s get that one out of the way.”

I nodded silently. “Uh, yeah. Fair enough. That… makes sense, actually.”

“Number 2: Once you’re inside, you need to be bottomless. Full nudity is optional, but inside the green
lines in the building, exposed buttocks and genitals are mandatory. Failing this one isn’t a crime, but
it’s a serious sign of disrespect and grounds for removal from the Festival.”

“Is there, um… somewhere I can put my clothes?”

She nodded, though I thought I saw her roll her eyes a little first. “There’s a locker room at each main
entrance; you can store clothes or whatever else there. But you need to strip before you cross the green
line, understand?”

“I understand.”

“Number 3: You top, bottom, or vers?”

I folded my ears back. “Isn’t that kind of—personal?”

“At the Anal Festival? Fuck no. People need to know. I need to know which collar to give you.”

“Uh, I see.” I cleared my throat. “Well, uh… top, then.”

She walked over to the—let’s go with—file cabinet in the corner. I tried not to watch her swaying ass
as she moved, but there wasn’t much else to look at. I hoped she didn’t notice.

She opened one of the shelves, extracted a blue collar, and returned with it, setting it on the table in
front of me. “It’s okay. Stare at my ass.” She had apparently noticed. “Stare at all the asses you see.
Enjoy them. That’s what the Anal Festival is all about.”

“Uh, still… learning, I guess.”

“It must seem so strange for you. But public sex is normal for Lagons; you know we even do it as part
of our diplomatic negotiations, right?”

“I did… vaguely… have that impression, yes.”

She held up the collar. “Put this on. You’ll be wearing it throughout the Festival to indicate that you are
top-only.”

I put on the collar. It was adjustable, so it fit surprisingly comfortably once I had it on.

“Good. Now, here’s the part that newcomers have the most trouble with.”

I cringed, and braced myself as if I was about to be hit by something. It wasn’t the part about being
naked the whole time? “Yeah?”

“As long as you’re wearing that, consent is presumed. You can turn someone down, but it’s considered,
uh… rude, okay? Especially if you say ‘no’ to one person and then ‘yes’ to someone else. The Anal
Festival is about the joy and bounty of anal pleasure; you’re supposed to share.”

“And what if I’m, say… too tired? Need a break?”

“In that case, you can take off your collar, and consent will no longer be presumed. But, especially for a
top like yourself, I should point out that inside the locker rooms there are vending machines with lube
and two types of pills.” She held up two fingers. “They’re color-coded for your convenience. The blue
ones are for tops; they’ll help you keep an erection and enhance your sexual stamina. Most Lagons only
take one, but a big Panthrar like you might be better off with two or three.” I would have found that
vaguely insulting, were it not that one, I weighed half again as much as a typical Lagon; and two,
Lagons were legendary for their sexual stamina. I might well want to take four just to keep up. I hoped
they didn’t have any bad side effects.

“The red ones are for bottoms; they relax your muscles and help you loosen up. One will be enough to
take most dicks, but if any Equians are interested in you, it often pays to take a second. Naturally,
someone vers would want to take both kinds of pills.”

“What about condoms?” I sighed. “Fuck, I should have brought some; it’s so hard to find compatible
ones here.”

She shook her head. “No, no. You were right not to. No condoms allowed at the Festival. Bareback
only. It’s the top’s choice whether to cum inside or out—and the bottoms aren’t supposed to pressure
you either way, though sometimes they will. But no condoms.”

“Ah. I see. That… explains the medscan. Did the folks who left fail that part?”

“Well, I’m not allowed to talk about anybody specifically, but generally, we exclude people for one of
three reasons: They aren’t citizens, they have something nasty on the medscan, or they refuse to sign
the form.”

“So this presumed consent, does it go both ways?”

She nodded. “If you see someone with a pretty ass and they’re wearing a red or violet collar, just walk
right up and tell them what position you wanna fuck them in. They could say no, but like I said, it’s
rude; and more than likely they’ll just go ahead and bend over or lay down or whatever you ask for.”

“That’s… so different from how it works where I come from….”

The guard laughed again. “I bet. More fun, though, right?”

“I guess I’ll find out.”

“Rule number 3 was presumed consent with the collars. Now we’re on to rule number 4. Aside from
the presumed consent of the collars, all other sexual activity must be with full, explicit consent.”

“Of course.”

“Rule number 5. Vaginal sex is absolutely forbidden at the Festival. Doesn’t matter if you both want it.
Doesn’t matter if she’s your mate and you’ve fucked her a thousand times before. Do that somewhere
else. At the Anal Festival, it’s anal sex only. Got it? That includes you and your Captain.” She gave the
word an odd emphasis, like she didn’t quite believe it was really the truth, maybe thought it was some
kind of sexy roleplay thing.

I decided it was not my place to inform her that (as I had recently learned) Jitta did not in fact have a
vagina. “Uh, understood. What about, um, oral?”

“Oral is fine. In fact, ass-to-mouth is also fine, as long as it’s the same person’s ass and mouth. Which
brings me to rule 6: Always wash up in between partners. There are showers in the locker rooms for
this purpose. You don’t need to clean your whole body, but you do need to clean any dick that’s been in
an ass or any ass that’s had a dick in it.”

“More than reasonable.”

“This is honestly the rule that most often gets broken. Folks get into the swing of things, getting their
ass pounded by three or four dicks in a row without washing. Can’t resist those sloppy seconds, I
guess.” Something in her wry smile told me that at some point she might have broken this rule herself.
“It’s… not gonna get you kicked out or anything, honestly. But we do advise against it.”

“Understood.”

“Rule 7: Food is for designated eating areas only. All food is free, but try not to take an unreasonable
amount. When you’re done eating, throw the trays and any leftovers in the compost bins.”

That sounded a lot like being in the Navy, to be honest. It made me feel just slightly more comfortable.
“Sure.”

“Rule 8: Piss and shit are for designated toilet areas only. Scat and watersports activities are allowed—
in such areas only—but consent is not presumed.”

Thank the stars. “Uh, good.”

She chuckled. “Not into that, are we? I don’t mind the watersports, myself; but yeah, scat is a bit
much.”

That was definitely something I had not needed to know about her, and yet, now I did. “Uh, yeah.”

“And, that’s about it. You still gotta sign the form which has all the actual details.” She pointed to the
holographic display full of text. “But any questions before you do?”

I thought for a moment. I did have a few really big, existential questions, like ‘How does this festival
exist?’ and ‘Why must I be naked?’ and ‘How does something like this even get started?’ and ‘What is
wrong with you people?’; but I decided to suppress those. While the whole concept of the festival was
still alien to me—literally, I guess, though I was the alien here—she had done a pretty good job of
explaining the procedures involved. “Uh, not that I can think of, I guess. Is there anything else I should
know?”

She patted me on the shoulder. “That you need to relax, take that chip off your shoulder, and rejoice in
the fact that your dick will probably be the first spiny one most of these folks have ever had the chance
to play with. You’re gonna be popular out there, Navy boy; so, you know what? Definitely take three of
the blue pills.”

And, just like that, if there had been any doubt before that she would like to fuck me, those doubts were
now gone. “Uh, thanks.”

She spanked her own bare ass. The sound echoed surprisingly loudly in the small, bare room. “As you
might have guessed, I’d be happy to take it myself, but I’m on duty, so no red collar for me for the next
few hours. Maybe if you’re still here later.”
“Uh, yeah. Maybe.”

“Are you ready to sign, then?” The guard pointed to the holographic display again, and as she did so,
adjusted her stance to give me a clearer view of her pussy—I was now certain it was on purpose.

Was I? About 30% of me wanted to get up, turn around, and run back to the ship. Another 40% was
excited to leap right in and start fucking some ass. That left the remaining 30% to be the deciding
votes.

In an effort to buy some time to make up my mind, I began reading through the text on the display.
Each of the 8 rules had a bold heading that could be expanded to show long paragraphs of detailed text.
‘Rule 1: Minors Forbidden’, ‘Rule 2: Mandatory Exposure’, ‘Rule 3: Presumption of Consent’, and so
on. I tried expanding a few of them. They really did seem to be more or less what she’d said, except in
far more formal legalese that rambled on and on.

Well, I’d come this far. And Jitta wasn’t wrong that I hadn’t gotten laid in quite awhile. I felt my cock
twitch in its sheath, begging me to sign the form. Why the fuck not? I pressed my thumb to the
‘Confirm Consent’ button at the bottom. It read my biometrics, and then spoke aloud, in a bland,
androgynous voice, “Consent Confirmed. Welcome to the Anal Festival. Enjoy.”

The guard smiled and slapped me on the back. “Well, you heard them, Kormmo. Enjoy the Festival.
Get going; your friend is waiting. I bet she’s already lubed up her ass by now.”

***

I stepped out of the building on the other side of the gate. It took me a moment to find Jitta in the
crowd, but she apparently had no trouble finding me, because she was already headed straight toward
me. (Then again, finding a Lagon in a sea of Lagon is a lot harder than finding a Panthrar in a sea of
Lagon, I should think.) She was now sporting a red collar—evidently she’d decided to be bottom-only
today.

“So they let you through, I see.”

“Apparently so. What’s next?”

“Now we head to the locker rooms and strip. Not that I have much to take off.” She flipped up her skirt
to show me that she was wearing nothing underneath. Upon seeing her dick and balls exposed, I felt
both my face cringe and my own cock twitch again.

She took my hand in hers. If you hadn’t known that she was my captain and I was her science officer,
you would have thought that we were lovers. Indeed, that seemed to be precisely what the guard had
thought—it suddenly occurred to me that I had seen clear views of the guard’s pussy and ass but had
never learned her name. I was going to get a lot of that today, wasn’t I?

The locker room was bustling, full of people stripping and showering—and a few even fucking.

Jitta got us a locker, then peeled off her skirt and stuffed it inside. “I figured we’d only need one, right?
I don’t have much.”
“Uh, yeah, just my pants, really.” I took a deep breath and began removing my slacks. Since I knew
that the festival involved sex in some fashion, I had been smart enough to wear very plain, inoffensive
boxers underneath it, and soon had those off as well.

Jitta sauntered closer to me, pressing her body into mine. We would have been pressed crotch-to-
crotch, but because of our height difference, her crotch was pressed into my legs and my crotch was
pressed into her bare midriff. “Nice sheath and balls you got there, Kormmo. Maybe I should play with
them more often.”

“C—captain?”

“I told you; today we’re not in the Navy. With no pants, I’m just Jitta and you’re just Kormmo, and if
you wanna fuck me, you absolutely can—because I definitely want you to fuck me.”

“I—but we—?”

“I don’t wanna pressure you, but I’ve already had three offers—”

A Lagon man walked past us, wearing a blue collar and not much else. He leered at Jitta, looking very
thoroughly over her ass, before saying, “I’m next!”

Jitta laughed. “Make that four. But I turned them down, because I wanted you to get first dibs today.”

“I… wow. Cap—Jitta. I didn’t know I was... so special to you?”

She wrapped her arms around my, putting one hand on each cheek of my ass. “Don’t get too
sentimental, now, but yeah, I like you, and Lagons pretty much have one way to show we like
someone.”

“But you’re my—we’re—is this really a good idea?”

“Don’t know. Don’t care. I wanna do it, and that’s enough for me.”

“Uh, okay. Maybe we should prepare a bit first?”

“Oh, right. You’re gonna want lube.”

“And some of those pills they mentioned, I should think. I’ll get them. You want anything?”

“Two reds for me. One is never quite enough.”

I tried not to think about the quantity and dimensions of cocks she was planning on taking today that
would necessitate such a dose. It didn’t work: My mind was soon filled with images of little Murian
cocks, relentless Lagon cocks, spined Feylian and Panthrar cocks, knotted Vulpex and Lycan cocks,
and worst of all enormous Equian cocks, which I knew I could never possibly compete with. The
thoughts filled me with a heady mix of jealousy, frustration, and desire.
I walked over to the opposite wall, where there were the vending machines. Along the way I deftly
avoided one puddle of indistinct bodily fluids, and saw another puddle in the process of being cleaned
by a sweeper robot. I felt some pity for the poor thing; it would never keep up at this rate.

The queue for the machine was not very long, but still awkward because of all the bare asses in front of
me—and my own bare crotch, so close to the nearest one.

But at last I reached the front and got to use the machine. I had expected to need to pay, but no, they
were free. I guess it made sense in hindsight: the guard—it still felt strange not knowing her name after
seeing so much of her—had said the food was free, so why not the lube?

I ordered two red pills for Jitta, a bottle of lube, and not two or three but four blue pills for myself,
along with two bottles of water to take the pills with. The bottles came out first, and it took me a
moment to tell which one was the lube—they were both clear, but it was a bit more viscous. Then the
pills came, each in its own little wrapper.

A bit embarrassed about the fact that I was taking so many, I unwrapped all four blue pills and
swallowed them all at once before I walked back to where Jitta was waiting.

They worked fast. By the time I made it back, my cock had fully extended itself from its sheath, and
was now rock-hard and drooling precum. I looked down onto the floor to see the little trail of precum
dribbles I had left behind, and was glad this building seemed to be made of easily-cleaned surfaces.

“Well someone’s ready!” Jitta said with a giggle, pointing at my drooling erection.

“Yeah.” I felt my hesitation suddenly collapse—what my body wanted was now absolutely plain, and
one way or another, my mind was going to have to come along for the ride. I could feel the desire wash
over me like a tidal wave; I wanted to fuck. I wanted to fuck everyone and everything in sight. Right
now. Over and over.

I shook myself off to clear my head for a moment. I knew it wouldn’t last. But it was enough to hand
Jitta the water, the lube, and the pills. “Take these. Lube up. Bend over.”

She grinned. “That’s the spirit. I’ll get myself ready for you as fast as I can.”

She tore open the wrappers and popped both pills with a swig of water, then slathered her fingers with
lube and got to work on her ass. With one hand fingering her asshole, she wrapped the other hand
around my hard, throbbing shaft. I shuddered at the sudden pleasure; my cock seemed even more
sensitive than usual. “It’s a good thing these work fast; I can tell this beast doesn’t wanna wait.”

If the blue pills hadn’t worked so fast, maybe I would have been willing to wait. In fact, maybe I
wouldn’t be doing this at all. But these thoughts felt distant somehow, like a conversation going on in
another room that I could barely overhear. The immediate, overwhelming wailing in my ears said, over
and over, ‘Fuck her. Fuck her now.’

She slid her hand up and down my shaft; once at the tip, her fingers played with my spines. “I’ve never
had spines before. I’m looking forward to it.”
“Never? Really?”

“Really. I’ve had Murians, Equians, a Lycan once—and plenty of Lagons, of course. But never any
Feylians, and you’ll be my first Panthrar.”

“Wow. I feel even more special now.”

She continued stroking my cock and fingering her own ass, then frowned. “Fuck. I think I’m gonna
need a couple more minutes to loosen up, actually. I didn’t realize you’d be so big!”

I folded my ears back. “Mine’s not that big. Didn’t you just say you’ve had Equians?”

“After a lot of loosening up, my dear. And to be honest, it wasn’t entirely pleasant. More like an
interesting alternative experience. It’s fun at the Festival, but I couldn’t handle it all the time.” She
wrapped her hand tightly around the base of my shaft, showing how her fingers could barely get all the
way around it. “Trust me; by Lagon standards, this is a monster.

Jitta dropped to her knees. “But since it won’t fit in my ass just yet, how about I use my mouth for
now?”

“Has anyone ever said no to that question?”

“Someone must have at some point—but certainly never to me.” Once she had finished laughing, she
plunged the tip of my cock into her mouth, her tongue teasing my spines. “So exotic,” she murmured,
her voice slightly muffled. “And your precum is delicious.”

Her tongue was nice, but clearly not enough stimulation. I felt my hips thrusting, more or less of their
own accord, trying to push my cock deeper into her mouth.

Taking the hint, she shoved the full length of my shaft into her mouth, and I could feel my spines
raking against the back of her throat. She grimaced.

I folded my ears back in shock. “Fuck! Did I hurt you?”

“I’m fine,” she said, or at least that’s how I made sense of the muffled squeaks she made with my cock
stuffed into her throat. I wasn’t sure if it was true, or if she was just trying not to worry me.

But evidently she was willing to continue, for moments later she was shoving her face back and forth,
making loud slurping noises as she rammed my cock in and out of her throat. She quickly sped up, until
she was going as hard and fast as I would have gone if I’d been face-fucking her.

“Oh fuck…” I moaned. “I’m not gonna—last long—”

Jitta took my cock out of her mouth long enough to say, “Don’t worry, my dear, you’ll have plenty
more loads in you if you took a couple of those blue pills.” I decided that now would not be a good
time to tell her I had in fact taken four. “Go ahead and cum. In or out?”

“Uh, in?” I grunted, and she seemed quite happy with that answer, as she immediately shoved my cock
back into her mouth and resumed her slurping.
It wasn’t long after that before I let out a groan loud enough to echo off the walls of the locker room
and my cock began pumping out jets of cum. The first few went deep into her throat, but then Jitta
pulled back a little to let the rest spurt out onto her tongue and fill her mouth. When I finished
cumming, she didn’t swallow immediately. Instead, she left the cum in her mouth for awhile, savoring
it, moaning with satisfaction as if eating a delicious dessert. When she finally swallowed, it was with a
huge grin on her face. “Oh gods, your cum is even more delicious than your precum.”

“Uh, thanks?” I really had no idea how to respond to that.

“I think my ass is loose enough now; ready to fuck me?”

At first I was going to say ‘no’, expecting to need at least a little while to recharge and restore my
erection. I even thought maybe some post-orgasmic clarity might make me change my mind altogether.
But to my surprise my shaft remained as rock-hard as ever, and my desire only slightly slaked; I was
still quite willing and able to fuck her. “Yes. Bend over.”

“Yes, sir!” She said it playfully rather than seriously, but it was still deeply weird hearing my captain
say that to me—and ten times so for the context in which it occurred.

In seconds she had stood up, turned around, and bent over, her tits pressed into a bench and her ass
raised high in the air. I noticed that her little cock was now rock-hard and dribbling its own precum
onto the floor. “Don’t hold back. Show me what you got.”

Acting on instinct more than anything else, I mounted her, shoving my cock forward. It didn’t slide in
at first, but she quickly grabbed it and pointed it more precisely at her asshole. Not that there had been
any doubt before, but something about seeing her so obviously desperate for it turned me on even
more.

With one hard shove, my full shaft was inside her. Those red pills had clearly done their job well,
because her sphincters were so loose that I had no trouble sliding all the way inside. In fact she felt a
little bit loose, which would have worried me if I hadn’t been the first one to fuck her today. (Honestly
it still made me feel a little self-conscious.)

After that, my instincts took over: my hips were thrusting, my cock was sliding in and out of her ass,
and we were both loudly moaning.

Jitta’s moans were especially loud. “Yes! Oh fuck, yes! Right there! Right there!”

“Hey, uh, mind if I watch before taking a turn?” I looked to my left to see a Lagon man, possibly the
same one who had called dibs on Jitta’s ass earlier—but possibly not. He was furiously masturbating
and staring at us. I noticed his collar was violet.

“Uh, sure, but remember we need to wash up in between.”

The masturbating Lagon scoffed. “You’re gonna pull rule 6 on me? Come on, nobody follows that.”

Jitta sighed. “No, it’s his first Festival; we wanna set a good example. Speaking of which: fuck me!”
“Oh. Right.” I had gotten distracted and was no longer thrusting. I resumed even faster and harder than
before, as if to make up for lost time.

“That’s it! Oh gods, yes! Yes! I’m gonna cum!”

As far as I could tell she hadn’t been touching herself at all, so if she was about to have an orgasm, it
was a completely hands-free one, from prostate stimulation alone. That made me feel a surge of pride,
and emboldened me to pound her even faster and harder. “Yeah? You like that?”

“Oh gods, yes! Yes! Cumming!” I felt her body shake and spasm around me even before I saw the thick
jets of cum that spurted from her little cock onto the floor below. But there were several long,
voluminous jets, and after the third or fourth they got pretty hard to miss.

Watching that delightful scene gave me yet another surge of pride, and I resumed pounding her, forcing
out a loud moan with each deep thrust. It wasn’t long after that before I felt my own peak rising up
inside me.

I groaned again as my cock throbbed and my spines extended to rake against the inside of Jitta’s
asshole. She screamed, and I’m not sure even she knew how much of it was pain and how much
pleasure. Then my cock began spurting out jets of cum inside her, one after another after another. I had
thought that after cumming so recently, my load would be small, but in fact it was one of the largest I
could remember. I could feel it pooling around my cock as it splattered her hole.

When my orgasm faded, I realized that our noise had drawn stares from all the various people around
us who were changing or restocking on lube, and even most of those who were fucking. They had all
stopped and were silently staring at us, in some mix of annoyance and awe. I felt an awkward mix of
pride and self-consciousness at having drawn so much attention. For a moment all I could hear was my
own panting and the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears.

“Holy fuck, that’s gonna be a tough act to follow.” It took me a moment to register who was speaking.
It was the Lagon beside us, still furiously masturbating.

“Those… spines… are… intense….” Jitta groaned.

“Not painful, I hope?”

She tried to shrug, but it didn’t really work in her position, still pressed against a bench. “It hurts in a
good way.”

“Uh, if you say so.”

Jitta adjusted her position so that my cock would slip out of her ass. To my surprise, my erection
remained as firm as ever. Then she rolled onto her back before quickly standing up. “Come on, let’s go
get cleaned up.”

She led me to the shower area. I was totally unsurprised to see that the showers were in no way
enclosed and there was absolutely no privacy. I was at least a little surprised to see that only a few
people in them seemed to be engaged in anything sexual.
Most of them weren’t even completely naked. Bottomless, of course—everyone was required to be—
but many still had tops on. As I looked closer, I saw how that worked: The showers had two heads, one
high and one low, and most people were only using the low one, washing off their crotches and not
much else.

Jitta took my hand in hers and led me—almost dragged me, really—to one of the showers and turned
on the lower head. I felt like I should make some kind of ‘lower head’ joke, but couldn’t come up with
a good one fast enough.

She adjusted the settings until it was spraying a thin column of water at quite high pressure—like from
a faucet, or even a garden hose—and then raised her ass right in front of it. She closed her eyes,
obviously enjoying the sensation of the water jet. “I better get pretty deep, since you did.” Beside the
shower head was a dispenser that she used to get out some sort of body wash, which she soon worked
into her rinsing.

All the while, she had not removed her top. I kept worrying she’d get it wet, but she managed not to. I
considered taking off my own shirt so I wouldn’t have to worry about it, but I couldn’t find a place to
put it that was any safer than wearing it.

“Okay, your turn.” Jitta moved out of the way to give me access to the shower head.

I adjusted the spray to a more typical shower, and began my own washing. I had of course washed my
dick countless times before, but this was the first time I’d had to do it in front of this many other
people. It was also strange because my erection showed no intention of subsiding; my dick was still as
rock-hard as ever.

I was pleasantly surprised that the body wash was unscented and seemed to lather well. I just did my
best to ignore all the other people showering; at least most of them actually seemed to be getting clean
rather than having sex. “I also kinda need to piss.”

“Sure. The toilets are that way.”

I recalled the mention of scat and watersports in the rules and cringed. “I won’t… uh… see... anything,
will I?”

She shook her head. “They’re big private stalls. You won’t see anything unless someone else goes in
with you. Why, would you like me to?”

I folded my ears back. “No, I’d rather you didn’t.”

She shrugged. “Okay, suit yourself.”

I couldn’t believe how casual she was being about all this. I’d just fucked my captain in the ass, and
now she was seriously suggesting some sort of watersports. (I wasn’t sure exactly what, but didn’t want
to ask.)

We finished showering, and headed to the blow-dry area. There, dripping people were gathered in a
long queue, walking through a hallway of continuously blowing air jets coming from all directions.
It felt pretty good, honestly, especially the jets from below. I wouldn’t have minded staying longer, but
there were people behind us, pressuring us to continue forward. Fortunately by the end of the hallway I
was in fact mostly dry.

At the end there were stacks of towels, for the finishing touches. After drying off the last bits of
wetness on my fur, I almost reflexively started to wrap the towel around my waist, but Jitta stopped me.
“Rule 2, Kormmo.”

“Oh. Right.”

“Towels go in here.” She tossed hers into a receptacle, where presumably they would be collected for
washing.

I tossed mine in after. Gods, they must go through an enormous number of towels here.

I found my way to the toilet area. I was still skeptical, but she had told the truth: They were all
separated into large private stalls. I could barely even hear anything going on in the other stalls, let
alone see it. Pissing with a full erection is always a challenge, so it was especially nice to know that no
one else could see me. Oddly, it was a lot more privacy that one usually gets at a urinal.

It was nice to have a moment of privacy and peace, and I was tempted to stay there longer than
necessary, but I thought better of it.

When I got back outside, Jitta was already being fucked by a male Lagon—I am fairly sure it was the
one who’d been masturbating beside us earlier. I felt an odd pang of jealousy, even though Jitta and I
were by no means a couple and I’d been well aware that this was the plan.

Another Lagon sauntered up to me, female. She was completely naked, except for the red collar around
her neck. “Hey hot stuff. I’ve never had spines in my ass before, but I hear they’re quite an
experience.” She ran her fingers along my cock, ending at the tip, then playing her fingers around my
spines. Then before I could even react to that, she bent over a bench, raising her ass in the air toward
me. “Care to show me?”

Even knowing how forward people were expected to be here, it felt strange that this nameless stranger
was bending over for me. Part of me wanted to at least ask her name, or something about her. Another
part wanted to just decline. But the part of me that wanted to play along with the festival joined forces
with the part of me that just felt insanely horny right now—maybe four of those pills had been too
many—and made my decision for me. “I’d be happy to. Are you lubed up already?”

She nodded. “A special mix of the provided lube and my very own juices.” She rubbed some of her
pussy juice on her finger and stuck it into her asshole to demonstrate. It slid in easily, showing she was
already loosened up too. I tried not to think about whose dick had been in her last.

I mounted her, and had no trouble at all sliding my cock all the way into her ass. She had indeed
prepared herself well. When I started thrusting, it suddenly occurred to me that it actually felt less
awkward fucking a random stranger than it had fucking my own captain. There was no previous
relationship to feel like I was distorting or deviating from. There was just no relationship at all.

“Oh fuck yes! So deep!” she moaned. “I think you’re the biggest I’ve ever had!”
My ears folded back. That couldn’t be true, could it? “I mean, I’m hardly an Equian….”

She groaned. “Fuck, I’ve never had an Equian dick and I never want to. Too fucking big.”

“And you’ve never had a Panthrar before, right?”

As I pounded her ass, she began fingering her pussy, her thumb on her clit and two of her fingers
pushed inside. “Never. But oh gods, I could get used to it….”

I felt an odd surge of dominance. “No. No touching yourself. You only cum if I make you cum.”
In the back of my mind it occurred to me that this was kind of out of line to say to someone without
any discussion of boundaries beforehand; but that didn’t stop me from actually saying it.

She pulled her hand away immediately. “Oh, fuck yes! Whatever you say, sir!” If it was out of line,
apparently she didn’t mind.

For the next few minutes, nothing else came out of our mouths except heavy breathing and pleasured
moans.

Then, I felt another orgasm welling up in me. I began to have my doubts about stopping her from
fingering herself; if I came too soon, she might not find this encounter satisfying. But as I was
wondering about that, it soon became too late: “Fuck!” I groaned as I felt my cock throb and rake her
with its spines as it pumped out jet after jet of cum into her ass.

I had just about thought I’d lost my chance to make her cum, when her body started spasming. “Oh!
Fuck! Fuck!” Her whole body was shaking, and I could feel her pulsating muscles squeeze my shaft.

Even though I had just cum, my cock was still hard and not oversensitive, so I was able to keep on
pounding her, riding out her orgasm. It ended up being surprisingly long and shockingly intense. When
it was finally over, she sighed. “Fuck. Yes.”

“How was that?”

“Amazing. I need to get me a Panthrar boyfriend. I don’t suppose you’re available?”

I scratched my head. “Well, I mean—I, uh, don’t even know your name?”

She laughed. “Nattara.”

“Oh. Uh, thanks. I’m Kormmo.” Why did it suddenly feel more awkward?

“You got a phone or something on you?”

“Uh, yeah?” I pointed to the HUD glasses in my shirt pocket. It suddenly felt even weirder that I was
bottomless.

“Awesome. I’ll give you my contact info.”

Did I really want to do that? On the one hand, I’d just met this woman. On the other hand, I had just
fucked her in the ass. Normally the latter implies a certain level of intimacy that the former would
contradict. I felt so discombobulated that all I could think to do was what she asked. So I put on the
HUD glasses.

She told me her contact info, and I put it in, under ‘Nattara: Anal Festival’ because otherwise I might
forget who she even was. “Okay. Got it.”

“Fabulous. Whenever you’re in town, come fuck me, okay? Any hole is good with me.”

“Uh, sure. But I don’t wanna, like, commit to anything.”

“Understood. Let’s go get cleaned up.”

I looked over to Jitta; she seemed to have finished up with her companion as well, and was headed
toward the shower area. “Yeah.”

Nattara rushed directly to the shower as well, but I held back, preferring to have a moment alone. I
guess I was getting into the swing of the Anal Festival now, having fucked two fine asses. But I still felt
awkward and like an outsider.

When I finally decided to head to the shower area, Jitta was already on her way out. “Oh, hey, are you
ready for another round? Monitto said he was interested.”

“Uh, who is Monitto?”

She laughed. “The Lagon who just fucked me, you goof. He’s vers, and I told him good things about
your dick.”

“Oh. Uh. Yeah, I’m down for that. But I need to wash up in between, right?”

“I don’t mind if you don’t!” The voice came from behind her. I looked over to see the Lagon that I now
identified as Monitto.

“Monitto, we’ve been through this: We need to set an example for Kormmo’s first Festival.”

Monitto scoffed. “Fuck that.” He spanked his own ass, hard enough to make an audible slap. “This ass
needs pounded yesterday.”

Jitta rolled her eyes. “I guess it’s your call, Kormmo.”

I shrugged. “It seems easier to not have to wash after every time.”

Monitto grinned. “Now that’s the Anal Festival spirit! Come on, there are better places to do it than
these locker rooms.” He gestured for me to follow him.

Monitto led me out of the locker room, past a courtyard where numerous people were fucking on the
grass, then past another room that was more like a BDSM dungeon, full of various types of bondage
and torture equipment.
Noticing my raised eyebrows and folded back ears, he chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’m not dragging you to
the dungeon just yet. Just a little further, now.”

Finally he brought me to his intended room: This one was full of soft beds and couches, and a truly
staggering number and variety of pillows. “This is the ‘soft room’. My favorite bottoming position is
actually missionary, but I need the right set of pillows under me.”

He found a spare bed and began to arrange pillows. It took several of them, but at last he had his
desired arrangement, and climbed on top of them. I watched with an odd mix of confusion and arousal
as he arranged himself as well, into an incredibly exposed and submissive position, lying on his back
with his legs pulled to his chest and his ass raised up for easy access. His little cock was rock-hard and
drooling precum onto his stomach. “Now show me what you got. Jitta better not be lying about how
great your dick is.”

“Uh, no complaints so far?”

“Yeah, yeah. Shut up and fuck me.”

Climbing on top of him was more difficult than I initially anticipated, with the bed and pillows
continually giving under me. But eventually I managed it.

There was a surprisingly intimate moment as I looked into Monitto’s eyes. I’d only just met him today
—and the one thing I had in common with him was we’d both fucked my captain. But there was a
powerful sweetness and longing in those eyes. “You do wanna fuck me, right?”

“Oh. Uh. Right. Yeah. Here we go.” It took me a few attempts to get my cock lined up properly with
his asshole, but at last I managed to get it inside.

His ass was a little tighter than Jitta’s had been. Maybe he hadn’t been on the bottom many times yet
today. I tried not to think about that any more. In order to enjoy this Lagon festival, I needed to learn to
push past my own concepts of fidelity and jealousy, and see things in a more open Lagon way.

“Oh, fuck… you’re so deep….”

I suddenly realized he was right. My cock felt extremely deep inside him. And I could feel his
sphincters clenching tightly around my shaft. “Wow, yeah, I am. Is it this position?”

He chuckled. “That and your massive cock!”

“People keep telling me it’s big. I swear, this is average for a Panthrar.”

“Which is enormous for a Lagon!”

“Everything’s relative, I guess.”

He took a deep breath. “Thanks for taking it slow so far, but I think I’ve had enough time to get used to
it. I’m ready to get pounded.” I hadn’t really even been intending to go slow; I just got distracted by
the intensity of the sensation and also by him repeating the praise I still felt like I didn’t particularly
deserve.

But he said he wanted pounding, so I started pounding. In this position I could thrust my full length
inside him, and I felt the sensitive tip of my cock ramming into places it wouldn’t ordinarily reach.

“Oh yeah, right like that,” Monitto moaned. “Maybe I should give up this charade of being vers and
just get my prostate pounded every time….”

I felt another surge of jealousy as I remembered that he’d just fucked Jitta. “So who is more fun to
fuck? Me, or Jitta?” Since my understanding was that he’d actually been on top, I really wanted to ask
her who was better, but she wasn’t here.

His floppy ears folded back. “I don’t like to play favorites….”

“Come on, tell me.” I picked up my pace as I spoke, thrusting even faster.

“Okay—it’s you. Oh fuck—it’s definitely you.”

I grinned. “Damn right it is.” I sped up even faster, and his moans stopped being words and just became
animal noises.

Not long after that, his body began shaking and spasming. “Oh gods! I’m almost—I’m gonna!” I was
treated to the sight of his little cock exploding, spurting out several impressively large, thick ropes of
cum onto his chest and belly. I felt a surge of pride at seeing that he seemed to have cum entirely
hands-free.

I had expected my own orgasm to come soon—frankly I’d expected it to have happened earlier—but it
didn’t. But I could tell that he was feeling sensitized from such an intense orgasm, so I slowed down.

“Oh fuck….” he groaned. “Uh… thanks for slowing down….”

“Feeling sensitive, are we?”

“Very. I don’t suppose you’re close?”

I shrugged. “I thought I would be, but I guess not really?”

“Well, go ahead and take your time. My ass isn’t going anywhere, and it doesn’t feel like your erection
is either.”

“No I guess not. Maybe I took too many of those blue pills?”

“How many did you take?”

I cringed with embarrassment. “Four?”

He laughed. “Ambitious, but not ridiculous. With your body weight, I’m sure you need a higher dose,
so that’d be about like a Lagon taking two, which I’m sure plenty do—just be warned your heart and
lungs may need a break before your dick does.”

I could hear myself panting and feel my heart pounding. “Yeah. I’m… sensing that.”

“Do you want to stop? I won’t be offended.”

I shook my head. “No, no, I’m gonna finish in your ass. I just need a few minutes, okay?”

“All right, all right. Just don’t pass out on me.”

From there, what had been an intense, rapid fucking became a slow, gentle one, almost romantic.
Somehow, that felt even weirder to be doing with someone I’d just met. I guess the fast, hard fucking
felt a bit like using a toy, or just trying to get off—but this felt somehow more intimate. Maybe part of
it was that I had the time and the spare breath to carry on a conversation. And in this position, he was
right there in front of me, looking into my eyes the whole time.

“So, did you know Jitta before the Festival?”

Monitto shook his head. “Nope. But you two seem like you know each other.”

“Uh, yeah, you could say that.”

“But you’re not a couple are you?”

I scoffed. “Fuck no.”

“Well, she clearly likes you. And I can’t say I blame her.”

“Yeah, well….”

“Complicated, I take it?”

“Uh, yeah, you could say that.”

“Well, I don’t mean to pry.”

At last I felt my own orgasm starting to rise up. I sped up a little, finding the right rhythm to get me
over the edge as quickly as possible. This one came out with a simple groan, a much softer sound than
the roar I’d made cumming into Jitta earlier. But it did come with plenty of thick jets of cum, even after
all the times I’d cum earlier.

Monitto groaned as well, probably from the sensation of my spines raking his asshole. As usual I was
never quite sure how much was pleasure and how much pain—I’ve asked people before, and even they
don’t seem to know. It’s like the sensation somehow transcends the usual categories, I guess.

“I guess it’s really true what they say.”

“What do they say?”

“ ‘Once you’ve had spines, you’ll never decline.’ ”

“So does that mean, if I ever asked to fuck you again….”

“I would absolutely, without hesitation, say yes. As the saying proclaims.”

Did I want to try to arrange such a thing? I already had mixed feelings about getting Nattara’s contact
information. I decided not to ask for his.

Not that it mattered, as he continued: “Jitta has my contact info; she can pass it on to you, in case we
ever want to meet up again.”

“Uh, yeah.” I at least could avoid explicitly committing to anything.

We detached ourselves, climbed down from the pillows (which were summarily thrown into the
cleaning system), and then headed to the showers to wash up. I decided to use my own shower separate
from Monitto’s, so I was once again alone in the naked crowd.

I had cum four times already, yet my cock remained as rock-hard as ever. But the rest of my body
definitely needed a rest. And something to drink; I was desperately thirsty. My next stop needed to be
the dining area.

***

Arriving at the dining area, once again I had the surreal experience of a world that looks mostly normal
from the waist up and looks like a porn VR from the waist down. Hundreds of people were sitting at
tables eating, or lined up at kiosks ordering food, and every single one of them had a bare crotch and a
bare ass—even the ones working the kiosks who were serving the food.

There didn’t seem to be enough kiosks for all the customers. Yet the queues were moving quickly, and
none of them were spectacularly long. Somehow the setup was working.

The various menus posted around all had the same selection of items. It was not an enormous one, but I
was pleasantly surprised to find that there was a synthmeat option for us predatory species. I had half-
expected to be served a salad.

I felt out of place for a couple of reasons: One, I was still the only Panthrar, and two, most of the other
penises I could see were flaccid, while mine remained stubbornly erect.

Several people gave me compliments on my dick as they passed. A few reached out to grope at it. One
particularly bold Murian woman knelt down in front of me and asked simply, “Suck?”

I shook my head. “Uh, not right now, thanks.”

She looked crestfallen, but nodded, got up and walked away.

I finally made it to the head of the queue. The Equian woman working the kiosk was even more naked
than most of the staff; she was wearing only an apron that was so short it ended at her stomach. “Hey
there. We don’t see many Panthrar around here.”

“Uh, yeah, I kinda… got that.”

She looked down at my—still erect—dick and smiled. “Nice equipment you’ve got there. Maybe in a
few minutes I could go on break, put my collar back on, and take it for a spin?”

Even the waitstaff were hitting on me! It felt flattering and pleasant, yes—but also alien and unsettling.
I felt like it must all be somehow part of an incredibly elaborate prank, and at any moment they would
all laugh and point and humiliate me. “Uh, I’m actually taking a break at the moment.”

“Might wanna take your collar off, then?” She pointed to it.

“Oh. Right.” I had almost forgotten I was wearing it. I snapped it open, slid it off, and put it in a pocket
on my shirt.

“Hey, convenient, all those pockets on your shirt.”

“Uh, yeah. I’m glad I wore it today, for sure.”

“So, what can I get you?”

I pointed to the menu. “Uh, there’s only one synthmeat option, right?”

She facepalmed. “Duh. Could’ve guessed that one. What about to drink?”

“Can I get multiple things at once?”

“Within reason.”

“A glass of whiskey and some water, please.” I considered my parched throat. “Uh, two servings of
water, actually.”

She scoffed playfully. “Psh. That barely even counts as multiple things.”

She loaded the items onto my tray. It was all very fast—an advantage of having a small selection and
not charging any money, I suppose. I suddenly understood how so few kiosks could sustain such a large
gathering of people.

Now it was time to find a place to sit. There was a bewildering array of options, but no particular
reason to prefer any of them.

Suddenly I caught a glimpse of orange fur out of the corner of my eye. It was a Vulpex woman—after a
moment’s thought, I realized I recognized her from the checkpoint at the entrance. She was seated at a
table for four, but by herself. We both seemed like outsiders here. I guess that at least gave us
something in common.
I walked over to her table. “Mind if I sit here?”

She looked up from her meal—the same dish as mine, because it was the only carnivorous option. “Uh,
no, go ahead.” She pointed to my erection, which in our current position was nearly at her eye level.
“Though, uh… maybe you should take care of that first?”

I shrugged. “I’ve tried. Damn thing won’t go down. I’ve fucked… three asses so far today?”

She laughed. “Well, that’s what the Festival is all about, I hear. I’m Volara, by the way.”

I sat down across from her, suddenly glad that the table provided me with some measure of coverage.
“Kormmo. Nice to know your name before any penetration occurs.”

“Right? It’s weird. I’ve had two dicks in this ass so far today, and only learned one of the guy’s names.”

Too thirsty to wait any longer, I gulped down a large chunk of one of the glasses of water. Afterward, I
felt a bit self-conscious about it. “Is this your first Anal Festival?”

She nodded. “Came here with an Equian friend of mine. Not sure where he went actually.”

“Pardon my asking, but was, uh, he one of the—?”

Volara shook her head. “Nope. No way. That thing is too big. Yours looks quite nice, though.”

I tried to resist the urge to fold my ears back in embarrassment, but did not fully succeed. “Uh, thanks.”

“Must be your first Festival too, eh?”

I nodded. “I came here with my—well, we’re members of the same starship crew.”

“Oh fuck. Who outranks who?”

I sighed. “She outranks me. Which was nothing if not awkward when I fucked her earlier.”

Volara giggled, suddenly sounding like a schoolgirl. But she had to be an adult to get in. “Oh gods, I
can only imagine.”

“Are you Rodentian?”

She shook her head. “Nope. Temporary visa. They hassled me quite a bit at the checkpoint over that.
Honestly I was fifty-fifty on whether they’d let me in at all.”

“Did you come to Lagonia just for this?”

“Oh, no, gods, no. I’m an exchange student. Honestly I wasn’t even sure I should go to this thing, but
Jeoleano insisted. And it’s been… fun, I guess. Definitely a new experience. What about you?”

“I am Rodentian, actually. Naturalized citizen. But they also hassled me—so it may have more to do
with, you know, the obvious.”
She sighed. “Yeah, probably.”

I took a bite of my food. It was surprisingly good. “It kinda feels like we’re on a first date right now.”

“Oh gods, you’re right. That’s why this feels so awkward! And normally the guy doesn’t whip out his
massive erection until after we’re done eating.”

It was my turn to laugh, but my laughter sounded so much deeper and less mirthful than hers. It was
like the stresses of life that had jaded me had worked their way into my throat and changed the way I
sounded. “Sorry. Like I said, I tried to get it to go down.”

“Not gonna lie, just looking at that got me a little wet over here.”

“Uh, well, I… appreciate the compliment?”

She leaned closer to me, lowering her voice to a whisper. “Honestly? I wish it wasn’t against the rules
for you to fuck my pussy. Because that’s really what I want right now.”

My ears folded back immediately. This time, there was no hope of resisting. “But I—well—I mean—”
I stammered.

She leaned back and returned to a normal volume. “A bit forward for you? I guess you’re still having
trouble getting into the Festival spirit. Let go. Enjoy the cornucopia of ass around you.”

“Don’t get me wrong, you’re quite attractive—”

“Then come on, let’s do it. After you finish eating, let’s find a good spot, and you can fuck me in the
ass.”

I sighed. “I should really stop trying to talk myself out of getting laid, huh?”

“Probably. I mean, I hope you do. For my sake as much as yours.”

I pulled the blue collar out of my pocket and put it back on. “All right then. It’s a deal.”

***

I led Volara back to the room full of beds, where I had fucked Monitto earlier. As I guided her along, I
had the odd feeling of being the experienced old hand at this, even though this was actually my first
time here as well.

I flopped down onto one of the beds, lying on my back. My cock was still as hard as ever, pointing
straight up in the air. “Care for a ride?”

“Absolutely.” She climbed onto the bed and crawled forward seductively, until she was right on top of
me. She ran a finger down my cock, from tip to base. “I’ve only had spines once before—he was a
Feylian, and, uh, a lot less endowed than you are.”
“Sorry I don’t have a knot; I know that’s a pretty big thing for Vulpex girls.”

“Well, it would be, if you were gonna fuck my pussy.” She slid her body higher, until my cock was
actually pressed into the folds of her pussy. “And I still wish that weren’t against the rules, because all
this butt stuff is making her hungry.” She began grinding her pussy against my cock. I could feel how
wet she was; it would only take a slight change in her motion for it to slide inside. I was sorely tempted
to adjust my own position in order to make that happen. “But since it’s gonna go in the other hole
anyway, I’d just as soon not get knotted; my ass is a lot tighter than my pussy, and I don’t really wanna
be stuck tied together for half an hour.”

I laughed. “Yeah, I do see how that could be inconvenient. Hey, if your pussy needs some attention,
eating you out isn’t against the rules.”

“A gentleman, I see. I’m certainly willing; but are you sure he can wait?” She ran her finger down my
shaft again.

“He can wait. If finishing lunch didn’t bring him down, I’m sure eating your pussy won’t.”

“Then clearly, I am sitting in the wrong place.” She shifted her body upwards slowly, until at last her
pussy was in my face. Her scent in my nose was intoxicating, and made my cock throb and drool
precum; yeah, there was absolutely no risk of losing my erection from this.

“Uh, speaking of feline differences; did that Feylian fellow eat you out?”

She shook her head. “No, he was a lot more… goal-oriented, to put it delicately.”

“Five minutes of thrusting, squirt his load, and then roll over and fall asleep?”

She laughed. “I doubt it was even five minutes.”

“Well, you should know that our tongues are also a bit like our dicks; not spines, exactly, but kind of a
rougher texture.”

“Is that so? Well, be gentle, then.”

“All right, here goes.” I began gently licking at her pussy, dancing around her folds before lapping very
slowly at her clit.

She shuddered as soon as my tongue made contact with her clit. “Oh gods, that is different!”

“Not painful, I hope?”

“No, just… intense. Keep it slow, like that.”

“As you wish.”

I continued lapping gently at her pussy, listening to her moans gradually get louder.
I heard someone speak. It was a woman’s voice, but I couldn’t see who was speaking because Volara’s
pussy was in my face. “Hey, looks like you’re not using that dick; can we?”

Volara scoffed. “He was just warming me up! In fact, that’s enough, Kormmo. I’m ready to ride.”

I felt a moment of disappointment as she pulled her pussy away from my face, but it quickly faded as
she positioned herself over my crotch.

I could now see who had been speaking; there were not one, but two naked brown-furred Lagon
women standing next to us, wearing nothing but red collars. One of them had a cock, the other a pussy;
but otherwise they looked almost identical. “Okay, but we’re next!” said the one with a cock.

Volara lowered herself suddenly onto my cock. My whole shaft slid inside her well-lubed asshole in
one swift motion. “Fuck!” she groaned. “You know he needs to wash up in between, right?”

The Lagon women laughed. “We don’t give a fuck about rule 6. We’ll take him right after you. Right,
Mister?”

“Uh, Kormmo.” It is difficult to overstate the awkwardness of introducing yourself to two naked
women while a third rides your cock, yet somehow I survived it. “Uh, yeah. Sounds good.”

Volara glared at me, but playfully. “Unless I tire you out first, right?”

I stuck out my tongue, which was still glistening with her fluids. “Give me your best shot.”

Volara began riding me as hard and fast as she could, all the while fingering her own pussy with similar
abandon. It wasn’t long at all before she was screaming, “I’m cumming!” and her whole body was
shaking, but she kept right on going, riding out her own orgasm with hardly a change in rhythm.

My own orgasm followed soon after; I groaned as I felt my spines rake her and my cock spurt out its
load. I’d lost count of how many times I had cum today, and yet somehow I was still rock-hard.

“Our turn! Our turn!” said the Lagon women, the trans one.

“Specifically my turn,” replied the cis one.

Volara sighed as she climbed off of me. “I’d love to go again, but it looks like you’re spoken for….”

I looked into Volara’s eyes. For a moment it felt like we shared something, something deeper than all
this casual anal sex. Or maybe I was just imagining it. “Maybe we could go again later?”

“Well, it’s a little against the spirit of the festival to fuck the same person twice… of course plenty of
folks do. But I think I have a better idea. What’s the name of your ship, Kormmo?”

“Uh, the Sensual Delight.” Seriously, Rodentian ship names….

“I’ll watch for it. Can you take my contact info?”

As I’d done before with that Lagon earlier—it took me a moment to remember her name: Nattara—I
got out the HUD glasses in my shirt pocket.

“Great. Ready?”

I shoved the HUD glasses onto my face as fast as I could. With Nattara, I’d been hesitant; but this time
I was delighted. Volara was definitely someone I wanted to see again.

I initially put her contact info under ‘Volara: Anal Festival’, but then decided the second part wouldn’t
be necessary. I would remember Volara. “Got it.”

“I’ll call you after the festival is over.”

“But Volara, we might be….”

“Halfway across the galaxy? I know. But we’ll figure something out, okay?” She ran her finger along
the shaft of my cock. “Because sometimes a girl just needs something, okay?”

“Ahem!” The cis Lagon cleared her throat. I looked over to see her bent over in a perfect receiving
position for doggystyle. She spanked her own ass. “I’m waiting over here!”

“Uh, duty calls, I guess.”

Volara laughed. “All right, I won’t keep you anymore. See you later, Kormmo.”

I sighed as she left. I wondered if she’d really ever call me, and if so if we’d actually able to meet up
again. Maybe she was just trying to spare my feelings? Wait, did I even have feelings for her? Fuck, I
kinda did, didn’t I? Did she realize that before I did? And how did she feel about me?

The Lagon spanked herself again, drawing me out of my reverie. “Um, any day now, please!”

“Calm down, you thirsty little bitch.” I said it playfully, but I was still worried it might come out as too
harsh.

Evidently not, because she moaned with delight. “Oh, fuck yes! That’s the stuff!”

I chuckled. “In that case, maybe I should tease you a little longer, actually.”

“No! No, please! I need it! I need it!”

“You need what?”

“I need that big beautiful spiny cock inside me right now! Please!”

“That’s a good girl. You sure you don’t want me to wash up first?”

“No! I can’t wait that long! Just hurry up and fuck me! Fuck me, please! Please!” She was literally
shaking with excitement now.
“All right, since you asked nicely.” I climbed off the bed and positioned myself behind her, lining up
the tip of my cock with her warm asshole. Her pussy was beautiful; I wanted to fuck it even more than I
wanted to fuck her ass. I knew I wasn’t supposed to, but for a moment I was still tempted to aim a bit
lower anyway. “What’s your name, by the way?”

“Does it matter?”

“A little, I guess?”

“I’m Latta. This is my twin sister Matta. Now, will you please fuck me already!?”

In lieu of an answer, I shoved my cock inside her. She must have prepared carefully before, because it
slid smoothly all the way in with a single thrust.

Latta whimpered with joy. “Oh, fuck… that’s it… that’s what I needed….”

Matta laughed. “You always were such a butt-slut, Latta.”

“Like you’re not?”

“Hey, if I had a pussy to use, I’d fucking use it. But you seem to prefer that hole.”

Latta stuck out her tongue at her sister, but didn’t say anything.

I thought I might just enjoy their banter a little longer, but the warm tightness of her ass around my
cock beckoned me. I started with a few slow, gentle thrusts, but soon my instincts kicked in and I found
myself pounding her ass with full force.

“Fuck! Fuck! Oh gods, yes!” Latta moaned.

Matta leaned down so that she was level with her sister and made no secret of the fact that she was
eagerly watching the show. “That’s it; she likes it real hard. Me, I prefer a bit gentler; the important
thing is to make sure you hit my prostate right.”

I felt my breathing get heavier as I continued thrusting. “Do you… two… often… share… men?”

“Oh yeah, pretty much always!” Matta grinned slyly. “We’re very close.”

“She likes to... watch me... get fucked!” Latta shouted, punctuated by moans of pleasure.

“Honestly, yeah, I really do.” Matta sighed wistfully. “I wish she’d use her pussy more, though. You
know, someday I might get me one of those. But I’d hate to lose my cock, you know?”

Unsure how to respond to something like that, I just let my panting breaths take over so that it sounded
like I couldn’t speak anymore (even though I probably could have). I focused my attention on fucking
Latta as deep and hard as I could.

Before long, Latta began to shake and shudder.

“Here it comes!” Matta said with a giggle. She used that same Lagon word that means both ‘travel’ and
‘orgasm’, pretty obviously intentionally.

“Fuck… fuck… fuck!” Latta screamed as her orgasm hit, and her body shook from head to toe. I felt a
squirt of wetness on my crotch, which must have emerged from her pussy.

Matta pat her sister on the back. “My turn, then?”

Latta shook her head. “No! He has to cum too!”

“Then he’d better have enough left for me afterward!” Matta gave me a piercing glare.

I smiled back at her, and resumed thrusting. “I wouldn’t worry about that.”

Since my own orgasm didn’t seem to be coming on right away, I spent the next few minutes just quietly
enjoying the pleasure of fucking Latta’s ass. Latta seemed increasingly spaced out from the
overwhelming sensation, while Matta began to seem increasingly impatient.

At last I felt another orgasm welling up in me. I carefully kept the same rhythm to bring myself over
the edge.

“Oh gods! FUCK!” I groaned surprisingly loudly as it hit me more intensely than I’d been expecting.
My whole body shuddered as my cock pumped out another load, still surprisingly voluminous.

Either from the throbbing of my cock or the raking of my spines, Latta rose up into another orgasm of
her own, and together the two of us were shaking and shuddering so hard I thought we might topple
over.

As Latta fell into a long, gentle sigh of afterglow, I pulled out of her. At this point, I was somehow not
surprised to find that my erection had barely softened at all. But from my panting and my pounding
heart, I began to worry that something more vital in my body might give out before my cock did.

Matta took a moment to inspect my cock. “Huh. I thought you might be boasting earlier. But no, I
guess we really don’t have anything to worry about.”

Resisting the urge to literally say ‘I told you so’, I decided to silently shrug.

“Okay, now it’s my turn.” Matta bent over beside her sister, assuming the same position. “Remember, I
like it a bit gentler.”

I mounted Matta, and just like her sister, had no trouble at all sliding my cock all the way inside. I was
struck by how similar their two assholes felt. Of course, there is a certain sameness in general, yes; but
somehow they really did feel more similar than any two randomly-chosen assholes. I couldn’t place
exactly how.

I began thrusting, slowly and gently. “Like this?”

Matta shook her head. “No, no, that’s too gentle.”

I picked up the pace a little. I noticed there was just a slight difference in the texture of her asshole; it
must be where her prostate lay. I made sure to push against it with each thrust. “Better?”

Instead of a word, her reply came out as a moan of pleasure—which honestly made her answer even
more clear.

Latta laughed. “If she makes that noise, you must have hit her prostate. Nice going.”

Matta seemed to want to respond with some more banter, but with my cock ramming her in just the
right place, all she could muster was a sort of groaning noise.

For awhile the three of us said nothing, and the only sounds were our heavy breathing and the slow, wet
slaps of my cock into Matta’s ass. I looked down to see that precum was dripping from Matta’s cock;
yup, I was milking her prostate all right.

Matta’s moans began to get louder.

Suddenly, Latta dropped down and lay on her back, with her face directly below her sister’s crotch. She
must have had a perfect view of both her sister’s cock hanging down and my own cock ramming her.
“Cum on me, sis!”

“F—fuck!” Matta’s prolonged groan seemed to contain a mix of emotions: My guess was that it
contained a bit of annoyance at her sister’s antics, a bit of resignation at not being able to hold back
anymore, but mostly just orgasmic pleasure.

Matta’s body spasmed and shook around me. I looked down to see that she had painted her sister’s face
with two long ropes of cum.

Latta giggled, wiped up the cum onto her fingers, and then sucked it off of her fingers. “Your cum is
always so delicious, Matta.”

Matta groaned again. This time I think it was a bit more annoyance and a bit less pleasure. But it was
still mostly pleasure. “Why you… gotta… do that… so gross….”

“Hey, if I had a cock, you could cum on my face.”

Still panting, Matta nudged her head toward me. “You… see… what I… deal with?”

Still laying under her sister, Latta tapped me on the leg. “Okay, you gotta cum in her now, okay?”

By now I was panting and my heart was pounding so hard that I really did have trouble speaking. No
need to fake it this time. “Okay, but… I think… this should… be my last.”

“Totally fair.”

“Matta, is it… okay… if I… go faster?”

Matta took a deep breath. “Yeah. I can take it.”

I picked up the pace again, though not quite as fast as I had when fucking Latta. Honestly I wasn’t sure
I had the stamina left to keep that pace going for long enough.

No longer worried about satisfying anyone else, I was able to focus on my own pleasure. I took a
moment to savor that feeling.

This one took even longer than the last one, and I started to worry that I might actually pass out before I
could finish. But fortunately, just as I was starting to feel lightheaded, I felt one last orgasm well up
inside me. “Here… it… comes!” I intentionally used the same phrasing Latta had earlier. I heard her
giggle in response.

My last orgasm was the most intense of the whole day. My vision went as black and starry as space as I
felt my spines explode outward and my throbbing cock deliver jet after jet after long, thick jet of cum
deep into Matta’s ass. I groaned so loudly it was almost a roar. My knees felt weak. My whole body
was shaking.

“Fuck….” I groaned, and I realized too late I was losing my balance. My cock slipped out of her hole,
and I tumbled to the floor, landing on my ass. “Fuck!” I said again, this time much sharper.

I felt my leg sweep Matta’s as I landed. She soon toppled over as well, whimpering, “So… intense….”

Then we were all lying on the floor, my legs and Matta’s making a little box around Latta’s face. We all
burst out laughing.

Even though my ass hurt and I was exhausted, it was a deeply joyful moment. Even though I’d just met
these two, I felt like they were already my dear friends.

As for Volara, well… maybe she’d be something even more than that? Or maybe I was fooling myself.
And I did not want to think about the awkwardness on the Sensual Delight that would inevitably ensue
later.

I’m not sure how long we were lying there, but eventually I looked up to see Jitta standing over me.
She was still bottomless, and her big balls looked disproportionate next to her little sheath. I realized
she was standing with her legs especially wide, and wondered if she was trying to get me to look.
“There you are!” Jitta held out her hand to help me up.

I took her hand, but I still felt too groggy to stand. “Yeah. Good to see you again, Captain.”

Jitta rolled her eyes and scoffed. “I told you! With no pants, it’s Jitta, please.”

“Right. Jitta. Sorry.”

“You look like you had a good time, though. As for me, I’m a bit sore; I think that last Equian was a
mistake.” Ah, that could also explain the wide stance. “Never did get his name.”

“I actually got names for everyone I fucked today.”

“Only because he insisted!” Latta chimed in.

Jitta laughed. “Well, aren’t you a charmer?”

“You know, I think I like this festival.”

She grinned. “Now that you’re a citizen, we can come every year.” It was, once again, the same word
for ‘come’.