Amure turned to Martingue, whose face was beet red. "Get under there and help Mister Robb out, cocksucker." The mustelid eagerly walked beneath the table, short enough not to have to crouch, where he was greeted with a big, red shaft. He got to work immediately, getting a grunt out of the rabbit.
"Nngh… that's more like it. Now, how can I help you in return, my massively endowed sir?" Haren grinned as the bulge in Amure's jockstrap got a few inches bigger.
"I wanted to have some fun with this bottom over here." The tiger traced his hand around the prince's small pec, squeezing the nipple and getting another moan out from the twunk. "Humiliate him in front of all the guests, give the people a show to remember, unload my massive balls inside of him…"
Fuck. Amure was really getting into this shit. His jewels grew to the size of tennis balls, making the tiger grunt.
The prince, meanwhile, was losing his collective shit. Out of nowhere, his now-nearly-naked love was talking about humiliating him in front of all the guests? What would his father think? He'd never live this down, but… fuck, the tiger's musk was getting to him. Was this Martingue's plan the whole time?
He… he really wanted a dick inside of him. Maybe two. Big ones, too. Putting down his last card, he achieved another victory over the rabbit as the tiger got another moan out of him.
"Oh!" Amure rumbled contently. "Looks like you won again, Your Moaning Majesty. Make this a good one, yeah?" He pulled his hand away from the prince's mouth who coughed violently.
The rabbit, now leaning into the back of the chair, bucked his hips as he unleashed a load into the diminutive marten's face. The rabbit sighed peacefully, before shoving Martingue further down his shaft. "Who told you you could stop, pet? Don't you know, rabbits have exceptional stamina? I could keep facefucking you far past midnight." So it was, his cock reinvigorated as he held the mustelid firmly.
Smirking, he added another bit: "and every time I finish, my shaft gets an inch longer." Martingue felt the cock move further down his throat, his own two incher erect from the humiliation.
Waiting for the rabbit to finish his monologue, Chesh sat there, Amure's figure looming over him. Did someone in the crowd make Amure get even muskier? His jockstrap smelled like it hasn't been washed in months, and it smelled like he's come inside of it plenty of times, too. By all metrics, it should smell fucking disgusting. But it had this mesmerizing quality to it, a sweet hint of cinnamon baked underneath all the masculinity, that just made him want to bury his face in his crotch.
The prince couldn't form a coherent thought, the musk working its way into the royal's psyche, turning him into a cock-craving slut. He didn't really care if he was going to be humiliated in front of all these people. In fact, that actually made everything even hotter. And if his father berates him, well, he'll suck his dick, too.
"Your wish, Your Royal Majesty?" The tiger purred, scritching the cat's chin.
"I… Haren, you are more zan happy to fuck me in front of all these people," the cat whispered out. "In fact, you've been weiting for eet for zo long, und you're happy to do it alongzide Amure."
Haren's eyes grew with recognition. Of course he wanted to stuff the prince. Sideways, frontways, on the couch, on the wall, in the shower, on the crowning ceremony, in this hall… he sent another load into Martingue's mouth just thinking about it. The marten didn't seem as attractive anymore, what he wanted was the prince. His cock, now a footlong, slid out of the mustelid's muzzle as the cocksucker collapsed on the floor from exhaustion.
"How right you are…" he said with a grin, standing up and completely removing his boxers, penis on full display. He snapped his fingers, receiving the full attention of the people in the room. "Amure, throw away that jockstrap, it's time to help this noble put on some weight."
The tiger couldn't help but obey, entranced. He took off the jockstrap, sending the smelly underwear into the crowd. His shaft, larger than the rabbit's, stood full mast, too.
The rabbit turned to the enchanted crowd. "My dear audience, tonight will be a show to remember. Now, you will all form a circle around us, and you won't be able to take your eyes off this beautiful prince. When we start fucking him, you'll begin to grow erect, but you may not touch yourself. Instead, every time we cum, you'll cum too, hands-free."
The crowd shuffled around. Noticing the tiger beginning to move away too, he quickly hopped over to him and held him by the arm. "You, my magnificent, are coming with me." He felt the warmth of the tiger's musk hit him, beginning to change how he sees the tiger. He releases him from the trance with a pat on the shoulder, making his way to the prince and pulling him out of the chair.
Amure found himself in the middle of a crowd eagerly looking at him. What the hell happened? Oh, right, the rabbit's a hypnotist… well, at least he's no longer entranced. Haren escorted the prince to the center of the room, putting the prince down on the ground and lining his cock up with his face.
"An interesting part of the prince's anatomy," the rabbit said, "is that he has practically no internal organs, even though he functions as you would expect a normal man. It's like he was made to be penetrated with large dicks."
The marten felt his body soften as a sudden feeling of emptiness hit him, his pucker relaxing and stretching out on its own to accommodate the insertion of girthy schlongs. He eagerly licked the cock in front of his face.
The tiger took his place behind the prince, awaiting the rabbit's next move.
"And another nice thing is, I'm just Amure's height. We can keep this lightweight slut perfectly leveled just with our cocks." The rabbit smiled happily, feeling his body stretch out to make his statement true. "After you, my friend." He beckoned the tiger, looking directly into his eyes.
Amure reached out to pick up the prince by his legs. Fuck, if holding Martingue was like holding a grape, this felt like holding a balloon. His Royal Majesty is so light. He lined his weapon up with the cat's hole, looking on as Haren grabbed the prince by his head, slowly sliding his shaft into the prince's mouth.
Amure did the same, sliding his into the feline. It fit effortlessly, the cat's insides seemingly wrapping around the tiger's penis upon insertion. It felt… so fucking good, Amure was so pent-up tonight. Checking out if the rabbit's words were true, he pulled his hands away from Chesh… Hey, it was true! Hands-free spitroasting, the rabbit's a genius.
If Chesh had to describe to someone what he felt, say, in a third-person narration, he would come up short with words. In fact, he'd probably just stammer in place until you'd've left him alone. Violated from both ends, his own cock finished within moments of insertion.
His eyes couldn't see anything but the rabbit's abs. His mouth, throat, ass, belly, felt nothing but pleasure as the comforting warmth of two large rods sliding in and out encapsulated his entire consciousness.
The circle of onlookers finished their first load, as per the hypnotist's magically reinforced command. Men of all sizes and builds came, their loads either splashing on the floor, against other men, or soaking their underwear and pants. There had to be fifty men simultaneously ejaculating from the display.
The tiger came next. His body tensed up, massive waves of spunk flowing out of him one wave after another, ending up dripping out of the prince's mouth. The rabbit's shaft, not to be outdone, came as well, his stream of semen splashing against the tiger's. The crowd let out involuntary moans as they continued to cum, the room becoming filled with the smell of semen.
Amure felt exhausted. Noticing his partner's face, Haren said: "Didn't you want to fuck the prince for another hour? You have a cock just like my own, with stamina to match."
That horny fucker-. Wait. He did, why would he get mad? Amure's shaft got slightly slimmer, though longer, looking identical to the rabbit's and continued to happily slam away against the prince's cheeks.
The next hour was filled with bliss.
Each time they came, the crowd came too. The smell and commotion drew in stragglers, who were easily hypnotized to join the crowd. By the end of the hour, about 150 men were crowding the semen-flooded room.
Each time they came, Amure's and Haren's shafts grew longer. Since Haren's did, obviously, grow after each ejaculation. And Amure's was, obviously, identical to the rabbit's. By the end of the hour, their tips were touching inside the cum-bloated prince, and they were fucking each other as much as they were fucking the cocksleeve between them.
At the end of the hour, all three of them came simultaneously. The crowd cried out in pain and pleasure as their dicks came once more, stamina unable to match those of the rabbit's or the tiger's, passing out from exhaustion. The tiger and the rabbit pulled away, letting the cat fall into the pool of semen that formed around them, each sighing contently as the prince floated in the cum pool.
Mister E was rolling in his chair, fuming from the rule violations. Worst thing is, he couldn't pin down who was responsible. If he wanted to stick to the rules, he'd probably have to punish fucking everyone at this party, from the marten and the cat who transformed their lovers into what they were, to the onlookers who participated and nudged the men along with their own transformations, to the hung duo themselves. Jesus, these cocks were unwieldy. They're almost three feet long.