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Never had Eustace felt more embarrassed in his life. Between his legs, a fluffy tail swings with every step he takes. Inside his ass, a decent sized buttplug tortures his afternoon routine. He’s been trying his damn best to avoid people, and the few he does see shut up with one deadly glare. “That’s it.” He grumbles, climbing the stairs had him almost seeing stars. “No more bets with Danchou.” After being plugged up for most of the day, he wanted nothing more than to sit down and let the room stop spinning, and to pull this damned thing out and get on with his life.
But…
Well. Maybe this sort of thing was fun once in a while, under different circumstances. Straightening his posture and looking around, no one was in the hallway to wonder why he was doubled over. The incessant chatter and stabs of loud laughter made it look like there was something going on in the lounge on his right. Great for him, he didn’t have to go that way and there was a low chance of running into someone on the way to finish his last chore for the evening. He started navigating to the engine room again before he heard someone call his name out.
No.
Not now.
“EUUUUUUSTACEEEE!!” Beatrix was running up behind him, and looking over his shoulder he saw that Zeta and Ilsa were not far behind her.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
“Ehhh, Eustace, you look a little different.” Zeta chuckled and raised an eyebrow. “What’s up with that?” She pointed at his tail.
“It’s rather cute.” Ilsa smiled softly. “Not the sort of thing I’d expect from you. Jealous of the first royal family?”
He saw no point in lying. “Gran asked me to wear it.” For what, they didn’t need to know. Beatrix was circling him like a shark, eyeing down the tail.
“Uwaaaah, it looks so soft-” she tried to reach out for it. “Don’t touch it.” Eustace turned around quickly, smacking her hand away. He clearly wasn’t thinking of the consequences- he felt the plug counter his movement and pressed against his insides. “Great.” he groaned lowly, closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Trying to focus on anything except the rising heat in his core.
The two other girls quickly rushed over to him, concerned. “Oi, you aren’t working yourself to the bone again? You’re looking kinda flushed…” Zeta lightly put a hand on his forehead.
“Nothing. Just a slight headache.” Lying through his teeth, he shook the two off. “I’ll lie down after I deliver this letter to Noa.” Which was easier than it sounded, not only was the primal constantly running over the ship doing this and that, but Eustace himself was walking at a snail's pace.
“Not for much longer, cadet. We need you in top condition for our next mission.” Plucking the letter that was sticking out of his jacket pocket, Ilsa waved it in front of him. “I’ll see to this personally. You go get some rest now.” He felt himself weakly nodding, still not used to being treated nicely.
Before he could leave and finally (finally) get some release, he felt lightning shoot up and down his spine- his vision going white. “This is so soft! Is it real fur?” Bea was petting his tail, the slight tugging and pulling from her examination was sending him over the edge. Not here… not like this. He slapped her way reflexively.
“It’s not.” He somehow choked out the words. Head spinning, he leaned against the wall and willed himself to not fall into the pleasure. Was he drooling? He felt like it. Beatrix jumped back, falling on her butt and eyes wide with shock. “Wh-whoa! Hey! How’s your head? Even I know my limits! Why aren’t you in bed?” His inability to growl out a reply fast enough solidified in the girls heads that they needed to help him. All of them wanted to help in different ways, of course.
"Ehhhh Eustace, have you been eating? Maybe you need to come down to the galley and get a good meal in you." Bea nodded, stood up and brushed herself off, only to get slapped back to the floor by Zeta.
"Oi, you really think Eustace is the kinda guy to skip meals? He needs to go find a healer ASAP." He didn't know what would be worse out of those two situations. Sitting down and trying to choke out a meal as he was leaking precum all over himself sounded hellish. But he knew for a fact a healer would try to take the tail off before an examination and he'd be found out.
Ilsa sighed. He didn't know when it happened, but she had wrapped an arm around his shoulder to support his weight. "He just needs some rest. Hellcat, Pupper. I'm putting the both of you in charge of getting this letter delivered. If you two don't get it done by the time I get Eustace back to his room you two are doing 500 laps around the grandcypher deck. And that's an ORDER."
The two women screamed and scuttled off to find the primal quickly. He wasn't sure if he managed to mumble out a thanks but he sure tried. The walk to his room was silent, his vision was going from all the overstimulation. When the two of them made it to his quarters, a very concerned Gran was lingering in the doorway.
"Danchou, pleasure to see you." Ilsa was relieved to see him. That made one of them. "I am very sorry to say that if you need to talk to Eustace that he needs to rest."
“Well, I heard he wasn't feeling well, so I hurried over to his room to check in." Gran flashed a polite smile. Ilsa returned the smile as she opened his door, and pulled a chair out for Eustace. "That's our Danchou. I don't think this ship would still be sailing if it weren't for you." She politely ignored his groan as he sat down, and most likely wrote it off as fatigue. He could barely hear what was next in the conversation, his mind more preoccupied with the new pressure on his prostate- instead of the tip just barely grazing it as he walked. His brain was short circuiting, all he could think about was how good he felt. How badly he wants to squirm around in front of his commander to get the toy to hit all the right places. How badly he needed to be touched all over to get rid of the heat he was radiating.
The door thudding shut snapped him out of it, eyes focusing to see Gran leaning against the door with a face dripping with lust. "Sorry, I didn't think that delivering that letter would be so hard." He cooed, offering out his hand to caress the erunes face. The man was beyond having pride in the moment and leaned forward to the touch, moaning and dripping as he felt the anal toy dig in a new angle.
"My poor baby…" He sloppily kissed him, going to scratch behind his ears, driving him wild. The other hand deftly unbuckled Eustace's pants, letting his erect penis rise up with soaked panties. Because of course, he was wearing a lovely pair of silk red panties with a hole by the anus to plug the toy in. Gran left a breathy sigh as he looked down, arousing him even further. Their foreheads pressed together, the two looked down and watched as Gran freed his dick and gave it a good pump, it was already well lubed up from his own cum but still more started to slowly spurt out. "You look so needy for me.. I can see you liked your toy a lot."
Eustace's eyes fluttered in agreement, the other man was teasing his sensitive tip with his thumb. He could barely think, he just nodded and lost himself in the pleasure. "Working so hard… I told you that if you kept working that hard you'd pass out." Gran kept pumping hard, he felt himself moaning louder in response. "Do I punish you for working so hard? Or is it time for a well deserved break?"
Was he supposed to answer? He tried forming words but they left his lips in mumbles, he was thrusting shakily into Gran's pumps, desperate for this pay off. He whined louder than he thought once they stopped. He didn't care how he looked. He needed this. Every moment Gran spent undressing felt like it took hours, he should've just pulled down his pants and rode him fully clothed. It didn't take more than a minute but he ached for touch again. Gran spread his folds, them too dripping with desire and slowly descended onto Eustace.
"So needy.. so so needy…" Gran said, breathy in his ear. Eustace could control his hands again as they snaked up his darling captain and pulled him close, so damn close. "I'll give you everything you want and more."
Emotionally he was spent, but just by having Gran, warm and wet around him, gave him a second wind. The fog lifted from his mind, igniting a fierce feral instinct inside him. He gripped his captain by the side and started bucking into him with an erratic pace. With every thrust he felt pleasure from both sides- from his dick and the toy in his ass wiggling around hitting a new spot every time. Oh skys, on his dick, he never thought he’d feel something as slick and warm before. Enveloping around him all at once and when he dragged his cock out the cool cabin air hitting his dick made him feel alive. The process repeated with him panting hard and Gran whispering sweet nothings into his ear. What he couldn’t process but he dearly enjoyed the nibbles and licks on his ear. Another thing he didn’t think he’d enjoy- after a long life of solitude he really didn’t imagine he needed much more than himself, a book and his hands to find pleasure.
But he didn’t know how much he was missing out until now. He came hard inside, not thinking about anything else besides chasing his bliss. He opened his eyes after catching his breath just to see Gran grinning like a fool and keeping his cock warm. “Sorry.” He breathed, helping his lover off of him. “I don’t know what came over me.” The toy dug into his ass again in the motion and he gave a low groan, the fresh stimulus startled him in his sensitive state.
“Well I think I know what did.” Gran said, standing up and going behind the chair and pulling the tail through the back of the chair. Once again his lover moaned, then chided him. “Stop that.”
“Oh?” Gran said half intrigued and half concerned. He dropped the tail and that clearly wasn’t the right answer, the weight making whatever he was feeling much worse. Or better. He couldn’t decide yet. What he did know was that he was tired and wanted that thing out of him. Without another thought he yanked the tail out, with the plug making a hearty pop.
He found himself face down on the floor with Gran calling his name and checking on his vitals. Before he passed out from exhaustion and pleasure he had one last coherent thought.
Definitely no more bets with Danchou.