~ * ~ THE HOLE ~ * ~
 
 
Ashley's long strides carried her through the bustling sidewalk towards the throbbing heart of downtown's nightlife. It was warm for this time of year, and people were outside, drinking it in. Ashley had gone shopping earlier, finding just the right outfit to accent her supple feminine body. A hot tight leather skirt and a form fitting mini biker's jacket was all she needed to slay on the dance floor tonight. The jacket was barely able to wrap around her large, soft, pert breasts, a single button straining to hold her bountiful tits up into the air. The pink edges of her nips were barely peeking out from the jacket's break line, the leather ever so gently stroking against them with every step she took.
The neon glow ahead promised an evening of hedonistic revelry, and her companions flanked her, their own anticipation crackling in the crisp night air like static electricity. Alec, with his vibrant green fur shimmering under the halogen glare of the streetlights, kept turning back to look at her junk. She knew he was curious about the size of her endowments.. most males were. In a world where everyone has a dick, comparing yourself to your buds is kind of a national pastime. She knew that she was packing some serious shmeat, and she liked to show it off. She could feel the leather of her skirt caressing against the top of her prick as it swayed back and forth between her thighs as she walked, the outline of it bulging out the front of it.
"Looks like someone's eager for the club," Alec teased, a playful smirk tugging at his whiskered lips as he gestured toward her.
 
"I'm not even hard yet," Ashley teased back, strutting forward, the evening air deliciously warm against the naked skin of her neck and upper breasts.
"No, I mean, you're excited. You've got a big slick stain in the front of your skirt, and you've been leaving a musky trail of precum for the last block or so." Alec said, smugly.
"What?" A hot flush crept up Ashley's neck, a tumultuous blend of mortification and titillation swirling within her. She reached down, stroking her fingers against the front of the skirt and finding them warmly slick as she pulled them away. "But this is... this is a leather skirt, it's waterproof, how am I getting precum on the outside?" She pouted, as she licked the tips of her fingers. Soft, gently sweet like strawberries. Yup, it was definitely her precum.
Embarrassed, she stepped into a nearby dimly lit side alley, the two boys following her - Alec on the left, Carlos on the right. "Sorry, just gimme a sec," she muttered, lifting her skirt up with one hand.
With deft fingers, she unbuttoned the waistband of her skirt, peeling the single zipper down like the skin of some forbidden fruit. The leather miniskirt fell away, revealing the soft, thick length of her shaft. Even flaccid, she was formidable. Her virility dangled with an imposing bulk; nearly ten inches at it's most reserved, it was currently hanging at just over twelve.
The gleaming glans was a beautiful dark purple, the kind of purple that usually gets drunk from a wine glass. Velvety skin gently wrapped over a burgeoning core that could grow to steely stiffness in moments.
Droplets of precum, thick and pearlescent, adorned the crest of her silken head, a single slimy strand oozing towards the ground.
Embarrassment snaked through her, which resulted in her cock dropping another inch as it thickened with blood, blushing with heat she felt in her cheeks and ears. She couldn't deny how beautiful her cock was. The shaft was a canvas of pale flesh, flushed with a rosy hue that hinted at the heat coursing beneath. It looked almost edible, a confectioner's dream spun from sin sugar, inviting a taste of its bounteous offering.
"Damn, Ashley, you're practically leaking with excitement," Carlos the stag remarked, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the cool air.
She shot him a glare, though the fiery look was dulled by the throbbing pulse of pleasure that tickled up her spine. With a sigh, she reached down, her palm cradling the weighty heft of her cock. It felt so good to touch it, to squeeze and caress it, her skin warm and pliable. She stroked it gently, lifting it to dab at the seeping precum at her slit, acutely aware of the sensuality of the act.
"Better?" Alec asked, not without a hint of mischief in his eyes, as though he enjoyed making her squirm. Carlos just stared at her, folding his arms in an irritated manner.
"Better," she confirmed, as she let her cock go and started reapplying her miniskirt once more. The fabric hugged against her, and she realized that she could feel the hem of the skirt rubbing just above her cockhead, sawing against the dark pink bulge. She peeked down again, blushing as she realized that she could clearly see that cock head, dangling completely underneath the end of her skirt. "Oh, well, goddammit." The moment of adjustment had only made her hornier, and even as she watched, a syrupy strand of precum drooled from the tip of her shaft once more. She wasn't even feeling horny, but watching her cock leak like that was affecting her in some kind of way.
Carlos rolled his eyes, turning away from the other two to light a cigarette. The smoke of it was fragrant, and he took in a deep draught, as Ashley fretted over how best to at least partially concept the massive bulk of her shaft. He noticed something, and stepped over to a darkened picket fence, the wood old and soft. Someone had scrawled "DO NOT USE - NEW TENANT - DOG!" in black sharpie, and to the right of that, was a rounded hole at around waist height for him. Carlos glanced back at Ashley's thick, dangling cock, then back to the hole, beginning to smile.
Noticing an old bed sheet that had been laid over the fence, but mostly fallen to the ground, he stooped closer and picked up the loose end. He threaded it over the top of the fence, making sure that the sheet covered the scrawled sign, but not the hole itself, and wedged it into place. Perfect.
"Hey, Ashley," Carlos's voice dipped into a mischievous baritone, "I actually know this alley. I used to visit here, frequently. Come here a second, there's a friend I want you to meet."
Ashley, cheeks reddened with an embarrassed blush, joined Carlos, with Alec following just behind. She glanced around, curious about the sheet.
"Yeah, you have a friend that lives in this alley, Carlos?" Ashley said, uncomfortably. Carlos leaned against the sheet, making sure it didn't slide free of the fencing, and pointed to the hole in the wall.
"No, silly. My friend lives right there. He's kind of a social introvert, but he really loves sucking dick. It's kind of a well known thing in this area, if you ever need to get off, you can just come here and stick your dick through the wall."
"My dick?" Ashley asked, eyes widening in surprise.
"Yes, your dick. Unless you have another dick hanging around...?" Carlos teased, and Alec lifted up the back of her skirt, giving her bum a pinch.
"HEY!" she laughed, spinning away from the green tiger. "Jeez, I just hadn't really thought about the idea before. So there's just a guy, sitting on the other side?" She asked, turning curiously back to the wall. She traced a finger along the rim of the hole, feeling the old duct tape that had been rubbed down into the wood. She wondered how many others had sunk their cocks into this hole, to be serviced anonymously by... someone. No identity, no name, no gender, just 'a hungry dude'.
"Naw, he's not sitting, but if you knock on the wall he'll come running," Carlos confirmed. He lifted a head, peeking over the edge of the fence. The back yard nearly waist high with grass, to the point that an old, bird-poop spattered picnic table was nearly engulfed by it. He saw an area that was slightly less overgrown, that was at least tamped down with use, and one of those big gray half-dome igloos that were sold at the local Home Depot. "I think I see him now, watching TV. I can see through the back door. You want me to yell for him?"
"Sheesh, no!" Ashley said, crouching down as if someone were about to peek over the fence from the other side. "I just wanted to make sure you're not pranking me... I don't want to just stick my dick through the wall and there be a cop or something on the other side."
Alec rolled his eyes, and stepped up behind Ashley. He gripped the hem of her miniskirt with both hands, and lifted up, baring her cock back into the world again. "Look, Ashley? I love you, but you are holding me up from a bunch of expensive, watered down cocktails. Get your cock sucked so I can get out of this shitty alleyway," he said, pushing with his hips to guide Ashley towards the hole.
 
 
"Guys!" Ashley's pulse quickened, a fluttering in her chest that mirrored the burgeoning pressure between her thighs. She eyed the hole warily, its darkness an abyss, an unknowable darkness that she could only experience by giving herself to it. Her hand, almost of its own volition, moved to cradle her impressive girth, feeling the weight of it, the potential. The cool air of the evening seemed to caress her exposed skin, bolstering her audacity.
Her cock was even thicker, now, the solid length of it filling her palm, her fingers unable to wrap fully around it. She could squeeze, tightening her grasp as much as she could, and the tips of her long white nails would just barely click against each other. Doing so made it hungrier, though, and her cock demanded a lot of attention when it was hungry for pleasure. It throbbed, a healthy throb surging down it, and her eyes fluttered as pleasure throbbed up through her body as well. She was going to need to do something, or else she was going to make a big mess of things when she got to the club!
"I can't believe I'm thinking about doing this!" Ashley said, as she stepped up to the wall. With her skirt lifted up and out of the way, her cock pointed directly at the hole, the broad head slightly flared with the extent of her arousal. The hole beckoned, promising unknown pleasure, but there was a twinge of apprehension still lingering in cold shivers along her spine. She didn't know who was on the other side of the wall, but her cock really didn't care. Her balls tightened at the caress of the naked air against them, and she bit her lower lip, feeling the soft flesh between her small teeth. It was so damned tempting.
"Ashley?" Carlos said, leaning in closer to her. He blew out a puff of smoke, enjoying his cigarette. "I know you're nervous, but have I ever set you wrong? Stick your cock in the hole and enjoy the most intense blowjob of your life. You will always remember this moment," he said, taking another drag, "But the question is, are you going to remember cumming harder than you've ever cum before, or are you going to remember blushily running away with your cock spurting precum everywhere?"
Ashley looked down, at the strands of precum that were sticking and clinging to the wooden fence, gasping in self consciousness. Yeah, she really needed to take care of this, and she knew Carlos and Alec didn't really have any interest in sucking her dick. Each other's, maybe, but not hers.
The call of adventure was too potent, the thrill of the illicit too seductive. She could feel the need to seed overwhelming her mind, saturating it in the honey-sweet haze of lust.
"Fuck it," she murmured.
Her fingers, trembling with anticipation, guided her engorged member toward the beckoning hole. The sensation was electric—every nerve ending alight with the prospect of the unseen. The tip of her cock, now a proud beacon of her arousal, brushed against the soft, buffered edges of the opening.The tip of her glans, narrower than the base, slotted into it easily, but the broadest ridge of her corona couldn't quite slide in, not without rubbing against the sides.
"Go on, Ashley," Carlos's voice was thick with anticipation, his eyes gleaming with the reflection of her indecision and desire."Push it the rest of the way in."
"I can help," Alec teased, still cuddled up behind her with his hands on her waist, lifting her miniskirt up and out of the way. "Want buddy Alec to give you the ol' heave ho?"
"No, doofus," Ashley breathed, feeling her nipples hardening as her cock jutted into the space beyond the hole, just a hint of it, but soon to be more. She looked down, watching her cock throb as it jutted into this hole in a fence, and took a deep breath.
The alleyway smelled faintly of old piss and car exhaust, but those scents mingled with that of her own arousal. Surrendering to the moment, the carnal call of the unknown, Ashley pushed forward. Her cock breached the threshold of darkness, plunging into the promise of ecstasy.
 
 
~ * ~ THE HUNGER ~ * ~
Ashley's pulse raced, a symphony of anticipation drumming beneath her skin as she fed her swollen pride into the anonymous aperture. The cool kiss of night air brushed against the heated silk of her exposed skin, contrasting with the warmth that awaited within the unseen depths. She pushed forward, inch after beautiful inch of her cock pressing deeper and deeper into the hole, until her breasts pushed against the wood of the fence. Even then, she had another three inches of stiff brick to feed through, and she carefully reached up to grip the wooden slats of the fence, to lean backwards just enough to press her hips flush against the fence, the rim of the hole digging into the hard flesh of her shaft.
"There ya go, see?" Carlos said, taking a final drag from his cig. "How's it feel?"
"Well," Ashley said, grinding her chest against the wood, feeling the smooth leather of her jacket mash against her nips as she teased herself against the wall. "The air on the other side of the wall, it's uh, cooler. I feel like there's a draft or something, from an air conditioner." She flexed her buttocks making her cock twitch and bob in the air, inviting someone to play with it. "I don't feel any mouth, yet, though."
Carlos flicked the cigarette butt away, and rapped his hand sharply on the wall. She hissed through her teeth; the wall was tightly holding her shaft, and the vibrations from his knocking tickled against her cock, making it throb. She could imagine the sight of it, her big erection jutting into the yard, oozing slimy precum.
A car blared its horn as it swooped past on the road just outside, but in the alley way, time stretched as taut as the skin on Ashley's cock head, the blonde feeling her heart beating in expectation and exhilarated nervousness.
 
 
A screen door banged open, and Ashley tensed as she heard light footsteps, brushing through tall grass. They surged closer, excited and curious, and she didn't know why but she expected pain - a lop of a machete, or a shotgun pressed against her glans and fired. She had no reason why she would worry about such things, it's not like Carlos would let something like that happen-
Her mouth went dry, her eyes widening in the dim light as the first touch came—a warm, wet caress that slapped up against the underside of her cock, and dragged rough and wet up over the gleaming, oozing head.
"Ah!" She gasped, her body twitching as her cock was assaulted. The tongue lapped, hard and inquisitive as it flicked and scraped around and over the gleaming skin of her cockhead. It had a roughness to it that she wasn't familiar with, scraping almost like a cat's tongue but softer. Whoever this was, was tasting her, lapping at her cock like a salt lick as they gathered up the flavors of her intimate arousal on it's tongue.
"Having fun?" Carlos asked, giving Alec a wink behind her. She nodded, unable to explain in words what she was feeling, her eyes fluttering as she pushed her hips harder against the wall. She didn't care that her fat, heavy nuts were being crushed against the wall by her thighs, all she cared about was giving this lovely fellow on the other side of the wall as much of her cock as she could.
He was happy to accept. The sinuous tongue, unseen but certainly felt, began a further, more intense exploration. It coiled around her length, able to wrap entirely around it in a way her fingers were not. It gripped around the middle and squeegeed down the length of it, pulling with a hot wet tug over the glans before coiling around her again. The tender nook of her frenum, and the underside of her glans in general, was of great interest, as it scoured into the solid, polished flesh to scrape away every bit of flavor from her.
It was delighted to find that the heavy cock had a constant supply of sweet, tasty precum to lap at. The middle of the tongue, the harshest, roughest part, lapped against the slit of her shaft, the very tip digging against her urethra to try and pry out more of her slick precum.
Carlos was right. Whoever this was, they were amazing at pleasuring cock. He hadn't sucked on her, yet, but just the intensity and focus with which he was lapping and licking at her was enough to bring her close to the edge. Gods, she wished he would turn around and back onto her, or sheath her into his throat! Her cock wanted to be gripped and massaged all over, not just the sensitive tip!
The demon on the other side of the wall didn't care what she wanted, though. He had finished his exploration, and now seemed intent on drawing out his own pleasure, at her expense. He was a languid creature, whoever it was, the tongue slowing down and pressing itself more intimately along the proud length of her shaft. He tasted her essence with unhurried flicks that traced the pulsing veins of her cock. Each lap sent ripples of pleasure radiating through her loins, amplifying the intensity of her need, shooting up from loins to brain and back to nipple.
"Oh, fuck, I think I'm gonna cum, like, real soon," she panted, and Carlos raised an eyebrow.
"Didn't I tell ya? This guy's a real beast, Carlos teased..
The sensation of being licked and tasted but not sucked was intoxicating, an alchemy of heat and moisture that painted her flesh in damp, teasing trails. The tongue wrapped around her like velvet, coaxing an orgasm out from deep within her loins with gentle, but insistent, deliberate motions. He left no part of her beautiful cock unexplored, every inch savored by the shy mystery man on the other side of the wall.
Ashley bucked against the wall, thrusting her hips forward to try to bury her cock into anything, anyone, whatever she could. She hung from the fence by her hands, moaning loudly in frustration as the swirling vortex of languid rough canine tongue teased and caressed her flesh, pleasuring her in a way she had never felt before, and never would again. She was adrift in a sea of arousal, the tide of her lust swelling up into a heavy mound that raced towards shore, ready to crash and climax and purge itself on the shore. All she needed was a few more licks.
Her pulse hammered in her chest, as she felt Carlos nudge in behind her, pushing Alec away. His strong hands gripped her hips, and he pushed them forward, helpfully pinning her waist against the wall.
"Here ya go, toots. Don't want you letting go of the fence in a moment of passion and accidentally ripping your dick off," He teased, and Ashley moaned in frustrated arousal again. The licking was getting too rough, the scouring too intense now, the languid licks more torturous then ever.
"Fuck, he won't stop licking me, why isn't he sucking me?" She panted, breathlessly. She didn't want to seem ungrateful, but the licking was clearly a foreplay thing and now she wanted sex. "It feels incredible, but, it's not... I need... come on, man, can't you take the whole thing?"
"Don't worry," Carlos murmured, his voice dripping with shared arousal, his eyes narrowing in delight. "I won't let you pull back from the wall until he's gobbled up every inch of your big beautiful cock."
"Oh, yes, please, eat my dick!" Ashley swooned, her cock throbbing at the thought of feeling her shaft being gulped and squeezed and pulled on by a hungry throat. Her shaft twitched, bouncing up into the air before slapping back down, a heavy cudgel that slammed against a cold, wet nose.
Without warning, ecstasy twisted violently into agony. The tongue was gone, and in its place was a sharp, savage nip that lanced through the head of her penis. Needles, or a vice, something had clamped down onto her tender cock, crushing it between two solid, powerful bricks.
"FUCK?!" she cried out, her voice strangled with the sudden shock of fresh pain. Her eyes snapped open, horror dawning as the pressure continued, as she could now feel the sensation of thick needles - no, of teeth puncturing into the flesh at the end of her cock. Panic surged within her, and she let go of the wall, attempting to push herself away from the pain.
"Whoa!" Carlos chuckled, shaking his head at Alec as he helpfully propper her up. "See, that's what I was just warning you about-"
"Biting, he's BITING ME, what the fuck is this Carlos!?" Ashley shouted, shuddering as she tried to push herself away from the wall.
"Oh, yeah, that's classic. It feels rough but trust me, he's just softening you up," Carlos lied, glibly. He winked to Alec knowingly, mouthing, 'been there before!' to him, and the green tiger giggled into his hand.
"What a diva!" Alec whispered, as Ashley tried to buck and pull her hips back.
Ashley's cock was latched onto by a mouth, a mouth with fangs, and those fangs were pulling against her cock by it's grip on her cockhead. She squealed, trying to pull her cock back, but unable to with Carlos pinning her in place. The big buck dwarfed her in size and strength, and she knew she couldn't overpower him, not at this awkward bent angle. So she tried to push forward, towards the incessant tugging pull on her dick, to relax the painful tension on her thick maleness.
Instead, her cockhead tore free. She yelped, feeling the tension tearing free and then nothing where the end of her shaft was supposed to be, just a throbbing nothingness that ended far too abruptly. "He just ripped my cockhead off," she gasped, and this time Alec looked concerned as he furrowed his brow at Carlos.
"Oh, shit, really?" Carlos asked. He made a show of trying to pull her back, but he made sure she was still pinned flush against the wall, only miming out the attempt to free her. "Shit, Alec, she's really stuck. I think the hole might be squeezing the root of her cock too tight to pull it loose. If we yank too hard, we'll rip her cock right off!"
"That can happen?!" Alec asked, aghast, covering his mouth with both hands. "Oh my god!"
Whatever had stolen her cockhead was back, now, hot breath sniffing and streaming against her truncated shaft. She felt a tongue, licking against the raw wound that now capped her dick instead of her cockhead. "Shit, he's coming back, he wants more. Hurry, guys, please, I can't get loose! Pull me free, Carlos!" she wailed.
"We will, we will, I promise. Uh, Alec, here, grab her balls and pull on them, maybe we can shoehorn her cock out of that hole by pulling in two directions at once," Carlos said, ignoring Ashley's whimpers as a guttural growl built up on the other side of the wall. "Fucking hell, that doesn't sound like my friend at all, that sounds like a fucking dog."
Ashley's blood ran cold at the suggestion. Had she just thrust her cock into the mouth of an animal? She willed her cock to soften, to go limp and and hang down, but it thrust forward, demanding the attention it so rightly deserved.
 
The growling crescendoed into a snarl, and with a vicious snap of it's teeth, it chomped into her cock once more.
She had never felt anything like this before. The sensation of heat, of hot breath coursing against her sensitive flesh, was interrupted by the encompassing, crushing grip of an entire maw bearing down on her flesh. The creature - dog, werewolf, whatever - had a mouth designed for rending, and tearing.
The fangs were sharp, pointing backwards slightly so that as they punctured into the flesh of her cock, they locked in. When the creature had slammed its jaws together, the pressure and force of the crushing grip popped the end of her dick entirely, the flesh rupturing in a wet gorey mass like a rotten tomato. She wailed, unintelligible sadness and fear in her voice as she desperately begged for her friends to help her.
Instead, they betrayed her. Alec clenched her heavy balls between his furry palms, crushing them together and pulling down, to try and help pull the root of her cock free. Carlos was keeping that from happening, though, grunting and squirming in mock exertion as he kept her trapped in place, helpless to see or interfere as this monster ate her dick.
She could feel each tooth as it carved into her, clicking as they snapped together in the middle of her flesh. The beast savored the taste of her flesh, that intrusive tongue coiling and lapping at the cock meat trapped in its mouth. Its jaws worked and its head wrenched left and right, ripping the mouthful of her cock off with a snapping of stretched skin and tendons.
Her hips were tugged against the wall as the mouthful was torn free and she heard the horrific sound of mashing it's jaws together, chewing the hunk of flesh that had once been a significant part of her penis with a savage, noisome hunger. She felt a spatter of drool splash against her cock, before she heard the loud, telltale gulp of meat being swallowed, whole.
"Oh, no," She said, breathlessly, bracing herself for another bite, sobbing as she realized it wasn't going to stop biting, eating her, until it devoured ALL of her. It was coming for her big, beautiful cock, what was left of it, and to this horrible beast, she was merely prey.
It lurched into her again, fangs claiming more of her sex, violating her pride with it's bestial hunger. It didn't care that it was part of her identity, that it was beautiful, that it brought her pleasure. All it cared about was that it was meat.
"Stop, please," she begged, her voice cracking, begging.
"No, I can't, I won't give up!" Alec said, as he yanked on her balls, trying to pull her free with his grip. His tight squeezing and rough yanking was only making her cock twitch and throb, heedless of the desecration of the most intimate part of herself. Her once majestic cock was reduced to a grotesque caricature of its former glory. The pain throbbed in between each surge of panic, fear, and shame at the arousal she still felt despite being so savagely mauled.
"God, it's just not stopping!" Carlos quipped into her ear, still holding her in place as they all heard another mouthful of her flesh being stripped away from her. "It's got quite the appetite. Such a shame, a lesser animal would probably be full by now." He leaned in close, the stag's mouth close to her ear. "But I think he's not going to finish until he's eaten every... last...inch of you."
"Callous, dude," Alec said, and Ashley sobbed, because she knew he was right. She bucked her hips, trying to pull herself free, or trying to push deeper against the voracious appetite on the other side of the wall, or both. She didn't know. All she knew was pain, the horror that she was going to lose everything overwhelming her. She writhed, but Carlos' grasp was ironclad, and she was stuck, forced to feel the last few inches of her cock being snatched viciously away from her.
When she thought she could bear no more of the agony, release came. It was not freedom from the wall, though at this point there was barely anything left of her cock to be stuck in the abandoned glory hole. No, this was climax.
Alec felt her balls tug up, tight against her groin, the green tiger grunting in confusion as he was left empty handed. Carlos felt her shuddering, felt her pelvis begin to contract between his hands, and smirking, he pulled backwards, tugging her away from the wall.
For a moment, the dark shiny nose and bared teeth of a dog filled the hole, latched onto the very root of her maleness. As she was pulled away from the wall, it ripped it's mouthful free, the thick root of her cock tugging loosely out from inside her, two long strips of spongey red tissue that slurped wetly back through the hole as the creature pulled the last bit of it's meal back into it's realm, to devour in peach. A hot blast of white cream sprayed from her groin, not an ejaculate per say, but a slick hosing blast that coated the green tiger's paws and Ashley's inner thighs.
She moaned in horror and embarrassment as she climaxed, watching her body as it convulsed and dumped it's seed down her thighs, a shameful, untrue proclamation that she had enjoyed this attack on herself. Alec and Carlos stepped back, away from her, staring as she helplessly squirted her seed out, her hands moving to try to keep it from spilling down her legs.
"Oh, please, please help me, it's gone, my beautiful cock is gone," she groaned, slumping to her knees.
"Fuck," Alec said, covering his mouth with his hand in shock. A moment later, realizing that her cum was covering his fingers, he shook his hand, flinging the seed away from himself in disgust.
"Damn, what a nice dick she had, too," Carlos mused, shaking his head sadly. "Such a shame that it's gone."
"Oh, fuck off Carlos," Alec said, smirking, "I know you were seething about her being bigger than you. Don't even try to pretend you're not super stoked that you're the biggest in our friend group now."
"I'm super bummed!" Carlos said, laughing. "I mean, I am the biggest now, but it still sucks that Ashley lost hers. I know how much you liked it."
Alec rolled his eyes, blushing embarrassedly. Neither he nor Carlos seemed to care that Ashley was curled up in a ball beside them, sobbing as she fingered the gash where her cock used to be. "I mean, it was nice, and, I guess I was a... a little curious..."
"You wanted to suck it!" Carlos said, laughing. "Admit it, if she hadn't stuffed her cock through that hole in the wall, you were gonna offer to suck her off. I know you, Alec, you're a friendly little slut but you're a slut first!"
"Stop!" Alec said, punching Carlos shoulder. He glanced at Ashley, and seemed to remember what had just happened to her. "I mean, uh, damn. Sorry, Ashley."
Ashley whimpered, shaking her head in denial, but all she could feel where her dick was supposed to be was nothing. There wasn't even a stump. Seed oozed out of a small hole in her groin, and that was it. Her balls relaxed, her pleasureless orgasm over, and they began to ache from all the crushing squeezing that they had been through as well.
They remained there for a while, the three of them, as distantly they heard a screen door open and someone shouting for 'Brutus' to come inside. The voice belonged to an older lady, and Carlos smirked as he heard her chastise Brutus for digging around in the yard. She shrieked as she saw what the dog brought in, yelling back into the house that the dog had 'gotten a rat or something, get the garbage bag'. He clapped a hand over his mouth, looking at Alec, who stared in open mouthed surprise at the fence.
"Are they talking about..."
"Yeah, they're talking about her dick. Well, what's left of it. I bet that dog was tossing it around like an old chew toy or something." Carlos said, wincing at the cringiness of it all.
"Oh, that's horrible. How," and Alec giggled, "How embarrassing. I hope they don't like, make a tiktok about this 'weird thing my dog found'."
Ashley had gotten to her feet again, wobbling, her makeup streaked with tears and her legs streaked with cum. "I'm... I'm sorry guys... I can't believe I did that..."
Alec tutted and Carlos shook his head, the two of them hugging the emasculated human.
"Aww, don't worry about it, you didn't know," Carlos said. "You just thought you were getting a blowjob!"
"Yeah, and you look fine now..." Alec said. He nudged her with his nose, smiling slightly, "And now you don't have to worry about violating the dress code, eh? Silver linings on every cloud!"
"Wha..?" Ashley asked, confused. "You mean you want to... you want to go to the club?"
"Well, yeah, obviously!" Alec said. "I mean, you're fine, now, right? You're standing up, you seem okay. This has been traumatic but it's nothing a few Cosmopolitans can't cure."
"My dick, though... it's... it's gone...." Ashley said, her voice distant and far away.
Her friends started walking with her, towards the street. "Yeah, but all that means is that you have to pee sitting down, no biggie!"
~ * ~ THE BAR ~ * ~
 
 
Ashley did make it to the club that night, and after a few drinks, the agony and terror that she had just experienced did seem more like a bad dream. She danced, she talked, she flirted. In fact, she started to feel good about things. In a world where everyone has a bulge, not having one was almost... exotic. People were staring at her, whispering to each other as she shimmied and enjoyed herself. Nobody even mentioned the dried crust of seed that lined her fishnet stockings, though she had seen some of the large cat anthros wrinkling their nose curiously at her as she passed.
Then she went to the bathroom. She was tipsy at this point, feeling good, and the ladies room didn't have a line so she walked in. There were two girls standing at the sink, adjusting their makeup and talking, and Ashley smiled at them as she strode over to the urinals. The best thing about wearing a miniskirt is not having to unzip anything when you piss. She lifted up the skirt and started pissing, her fingers moving to grasp her penis.
She felt nothing, though, and after a half a second, she remembered why there was nothing to feel. She gasped, head reeling with the remembrance of the crash of teeth as they sank into her cock, and then hot piss was coursing down along her inner legs as she pissed herself.
"Oh, god," she blabbered, staggering back away from the urinals, a trail of pee following her on the ground, pointing at her accusingly. 'Her', the pee exclaimed, 'she's the one with NO DICK.'
"Oh, honey, what happened?" The vixen at the sink said, turning to watch Ashley as she stumbled backwards to the sink.
"My dick's gone," Ashley mumbled, in shock, as she looked down at where she was still freely urinating from the hole in her crotch. It poured over her balls, drooling from them onto the floor.
"Oh lordy so it is," the other female said, an opposum who immediately dropped her makeup into her purse and snapped it closed. "God and you didn't even realize until now?"
"I... forgot..." Ashley said, still staring down at her feet.
"You forgot that your dick was gone? Oh, sweety, come on, let's get you to the clinic. I dunno what's gone wrong in your life but something has and we need to get it taken care of, right away," The fox said, approaching Ashley. "You're just gonna have to stop peeing, dearie."
"Oh, right," Ashley said. She blushed, turning to the fox. "I think I'm... done. Peeing."
"Uh huh." The fox glanced at the opossum concernedly, then back to Ashley. "You're all done, such a big girl aren't you? Okay, let's go."
Ashley let herself be led out through the bar. She peered around, finding Alec and Carlos making out at one of the tables, and while she waved and shouted, the bar was too loud and chaotic for them to see her. They were gripping each other's bulges under the table, kneading each other's firm malenesses, and as she slipped out of the bar, she wished that it could have been her that was being touched like that. It was, unfortunately, not to be.
~ * ~ AFTER MATH ~ * ~
"Hey girl!" Carlos said, as Ashley opened her front door and let her friends in. The stag came in first, holding a fast food bag, giving her a big hug before sauntering into her apartment. Alec came in behind him, holding a metal helium balloon shaped like a penis. She blushed, but hugged the silly green tiger and welcomed him in.
 
 
"Hey you two, how are you doing?" She asked, as she welcomed them into her living room. They flopped down onto the couch, as Ashley sat, tenderly, on a wooden chair. It had been a week since the incident, and Ashley was still... sensitive... at the area where her cock had used to be.
 
 
"How are we doing? Honey how are YOU doing, you're the one who fed her dick to a fucking dog!" Carlos said, as he opened up the bag. Ashley blushed as he laid out what had happened to her so plainly, glancing down in embarrassment. She stared at her shoes.
 
 
"Well, I mean, I didn't feed it... I was stuck... I couldn't get free and... I couldn't stop it from eating my dick.." she murmured, her cheeks and ears blushing. She folded her arms across her chest, feeling self conscious, and as she did she felt the tips of her nipples pushing into her arms. Why were her nipples getting hard?
 
 
"Oh, sweetie, we saw what happened, we couldn't even pull you free remember? You were INTO it," Carlos chuckled. Alec mumbled something, but she couldn't make out what it was. When she looked up, she realized why.
 
 
Alec and Carlos were both eating large, steaming sausages that were too big to properly fit in their hot dog buns. Alec was contentedly smiling, enjoying the freshly cooked meat, but Carlos was staring at her with a mean look in his eyes. He took a bite of the sausage, teeth slowly sheering into the juicy, steaming pink flesh, and Ashley whimpered unintentionally.
 
 
"What's wrong, sugernuts?" Carlos asked, as he chewed up the bulbous end of his hot dog. "Oh, are you hungry? I brought YOU one, too." He smiled even wider, as he reached into the bag, pulling out a sausage for her.
 
 
Ashley took the sausage, grimacing as she held it. It was... longer than the other two, thicker, and there was a bulbous part at the end, where the sausage casing had been slightly irregular. It made her meal look all the more like a... like a penis. Like her penis. She felt a slash of sadness cut through her, as she looked wishfully at the big piece of meat that could never replace what she had lost, but damn she wished it could.
 
 
"Thanks," She said, as she held it in her lap. She suddenly wasn't very hungry.
 
 
"So what's it like?" Alec asked, as he noisily bit into his own sausage, and she watched as the meat moved around in his mouth, as he chewed it from a hotdog shape into a paste shape. "LIke, not having a dick, I mean."
 
"Well.." Ashley said, softly, feeling tears trickling down her cheeks. "I mean, I have to pee... sitting down. I've had a couple accidents."
 
 
"What?" Carlos said, as he took another bite, chewing it even more noisily than Alec. "I can't hear you, speak up. Did you say you had another accident? What'd you lose this time, your balls?"
 
Ashley blushed harder, her lips tightening. "No, I have my balls, I said I have to PEE sitting DOWN now." She gently rubbed her fingertips along the very tip of her cock. Sorry, her sausage. She really missed how her dick felt in her hands. "Like, sometimes I think I can hold it back, and so... I keep... peeing myself."
 
Carlos burst out a harsh laugh, before closing his mouth and looking ashamed. "Sorry. That's just funny, to me. Thinking that, like, you can hold in your pee but there's no dick to hold it back so it just flows out."
 
 
"I mean, I can hold it, I just have to learn... how. And when I'm sleeping, my body still thinks there's a penis there, so..." She tried to gesture, getting more embarrassed and frustrated as Carlos laughed again. "So it's annoying. I'm fine, though."
 
 
"Did you go back to that place?" Alec asked. "I mean, I think that the dog still had some of your dick in its stomach... you could have maybe had it stomach pumped and they could have rebuilt it or something." The tiger ate another bite, his tail twitching in his lap.
 
 
Ashley sighed. "Yeah. I mean, it was the next day, and when I went back, they just pointed to a plastic doodie bag and they said my dick.. my dick was in there." Ashley covered her face, and sobbed, as the embarrassment and shame of what had happened rolled back into her. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry guys, it's just really.. I'm still really upset about it."
"Of course you are," Alec said, gently, "I mean, it's a big change."
 
 
"Well, not so big anymore," Carlos pointed out, and then laughed as Alec slapped him with a cushion. "Sorry!"
 
 
"I just mean, it's hard..." Alec continued. "I get it. For what it's worth, I really dislike your cock. It was very pretty."
 
 
Ashley wiped the tears from her cheeks, and smiled softly at Alec. "... thanks, tiger. I appreciate it." She shrugged. "I mean, I still have pictures of it, I guess. I just miss it. It felt so nice, a big thick beautiful cock that hung down so nicely... I liked touching it, squeezing it. It was like I was married to it, and now all of a sudden..." She gestured. "Now I'm a widow. I don't know what I'm supposed to do."
 
 
Carlos rolled his eyes and stuffed the rest of his hotdog into his mouth. "So dramatic! Look, Ashley, it was just your dick. You probably should have been more careful with it, but it doesn't matter now. It's gone. You're still here though, and you're still very pretty, and you still have huge tits, so... relax. Stop moping around. In a year, you'll forget you even had a dick. And if you ever miss having a big, heavy dick in your hands..."
 
 
The stag leaned back, and reached down, squeezing his hand around a long ridge of cock that slid down his inner thigh. "Well you can always come play with mine. No charge."
 
 
Ashley rolled her eyes, and smirked. "Oh, wow, thanks, if I wanted to play with six inches I'd just pull out one of my dildoes though, thanks."
 
 
The three of them laughed, and Ashley took a bite of her sausage dog. It was tasty. In a way, she couldn't blame the dog for eating her dick. If she had seen a big, fat cock hanging through a wall... and she could do anything she wanted with it... maybe she would have eaten her dick, too.