Story – The Floor Show – Part 7
“The Floor Show”
Part 7 by FurCreamer
VII.
Bunny tossed the big fur out into the audience, achieving a good distance, considering the additional weight of her splattered orgasmic fluids. It landed on a redhead with her cock already out and pumping a big golden isle wrap. Shifting gears fluidly the horny gurl planed her cock in Bunny’s fresh mess and started pumping more cum into it almost immediately.
“Mmm, now there’s a lucky fan,” Quinn teased as Bunny took her final bows and sauntered off stage, puffy tail bouncing.
Behind Quinn some similarity clad “stage hands” started setting up for the next act. Bundled up in similar cherry red fox stroller coats and thigh boots, the heavily painted gurls wore the crest of the Wet Fox Club dyed into the back of their strollers. The three hastily removed the chair from Bunny’s act and started setting up something a bit more elaborate. These stage hands were generally teen trannies who worked as “interns” at the club. In exchange for the show labor, they were compensated generously in feminaization tips… and quarts of semen in their tight young asses after the show.
“Up next is a fan favorite! Individually they are Larissa, Anya, and Vlada, some of the hottest exports from the exotic far east… of Europe, that is… But, all you fashionable fur fuckers know them as the Firing Squad!”
Svetlana’s brow piqued. As the young trannies retreated from the stage, their labor complete, the Firing Squad appeared on cue. Quinn, arm outstretched in greeting, walked off the opposite side as the new act came to center stage amid more claps and howls of approval. Judging the audience response, they were rather popular.
The Firing Squad wore custom fashioned, over-sized fox versions of an old Eastern European bloc secret police uniform, or at least versions of the Hollywood equivalent thereof. Broad black fox uniform jackets with big, but severely tailored collars topped long, tight fox skirts. The skirts stopped just above the knee, where highly polished, highly heeled, black leather boots took over. Each massive fox jacket was adored with uniform pins and some golden fox boa “braids” to complete the look. Finally, atop their heads were fox trimmed versions of the standard dress uniform hats. Their gloved hands rubbed one another’s’ furs while they stood and took their initial bow before the cheering crowd.
Svetlana assumed the order in which they were announced corresponded to who appeared first. That would make Larissa, the amazonian blond now in the center, Anya the redhead to the left, and Vlada the raven haired beauty to the right.
Larissa came up from the bow and pushed the end of a gleaming riding crop to Vlada’s chin, tilting her head back. Four sumptuously thick fox tails dangled from the leather handle of the nearly two foot long crop. Larissa, by far the tallest of the group, leaned over to kiss Vlada on the lips, deep and long, while Anya rubbed herself up against Larissa’s opposite side. Svetlana immediately felt some attraction to the tall blond, who within a few seconds had firmly established an exquisite ice-queen persona much like her own.
Larissa roughly rubbed her hand across the front of Vlada’s chubby fox uniform jacket as she finished the kiss, turning her head to face, then kiss the cute redhead Anya. Vlada’s pale skin and dark makeup approached Goth from a more classical perspective, rooted more in original Victorian than the modern punk take epitomized in Hellena’s look. Not that Hellena wasn’t now thinking of what hot, sticky spurting music they would make together while she watched Vlada vamp on stage. With a fresh muff rubbing against her own fat goth cock, she wiggled her tongue at Vlada while she stroked herself back to another full erection.
Larissa released Anya from her kiss and the three tall Eruo-bitches retreated back from the edge of the stage. The work of the tasty, teen, fur-uniformed stage gurls awaited them. The long, heavy rack of massive fox coats had been wheeled right of center stage, angled such that it mostly faced the audience. Opposite the rack, three individual poles now stood. Each pole was about four feet tall and supported a large, round, fluffy muff. The open ends of the muffs were aimed directly at the large rack of coats opposite them across center stage.
Svetlana smiled. Firing squad, indeed.
Larissa walked back to the rack first, rubbing her gloved hands across the tightly stuffed, enormous examples of pristine, massive fox coats in all types of colors and shades. The others joined her, circling the big rack like hungry predators, luridly rubbing and stroking the ultra soft fur roughly. Their stern body language and hard “slaps” against the coats suited their outfits perfectly. Like the cold-hearted executioners they were, they taunted and abused their victims before delivering the coup de grace. The contempt in their voices flowed freely, mocking the coats as “cum sluts, snot rags, and pathetic whores.”
As this happened, their tight skirts bulged, pressing upwards and outwards as the heavy, fat, Slavic cocks beneath struggled to be free. They did not have long to wait. In unison, the Firing Squad revealed their weapons. Pausing as they circled and abused the big rack of full-length fox coats, Larissa, Anya, and Vlada each smoothly pulled down hidden hooks in the front of their tight fox skirts. Through the fresh openings in the folds of the skirts, their heavy artillery sprung. Thickly veined, uncut monsters, the Firing Squad packed serious heat between their curvy thighs.
The crowd went wild once more, and the three on stage drank it in, showing off their long, hard erections in a series of poses before the doomed fox coats.
As the applause died down, Larissa ordered her two “henchwomen” off to the stands where the big fur muffs waited. Anya and Vlada each took a side, leaving the center open. Standing as they were, it was obvious the height of the muffs matched perfectly to where their throbbing tools jut through the fox skirts. Larissa, still at the rack in front of them, took a moment to grab the sleeve of one of the coats and wipe a big slimy wad of precum into the fur. Once finished, she held up the arm for the crowd to see the big wet streak she left.
“We, who are about to get seriously fucked up, salute you!” Larissa called out from the stage, in proxy for the mute victims stuffed into the rack behind her. Svetlana may have been able to place the accent had she been paying attention to the words, but the eager anticipation of the literal “climax” of act had her rather distracted as the moment. To her right, Hellena was cautiously slowing her own strokes, no doubt to stave off another big ejaculation before the finale.
Taking her place at the muffs, Larissa removed her muff from the pole and held it up for the crowd to see. The massive barrel muff consisted of a thickly padded, 18 inch wide blue fox shell on the outside, and, as revealed by holding the end open, a tightly packed chinchilla lining on the inside. The crowd howled, with appreciation and lust at the sight of the massive barrel muff fuck-sleeve. Satisfied, Larissa replaced it on the pole and called out , “Ready!”
Anya and Vlada came to attention in unison, their huge dongs sticking proudly up from their fox skirts and dribbling.
“Aim!”
With faux-military precision, the three stepped forward, sliding their fat cocks into the ends of the big round fuck-muffs. Svetlana enjoyed some fond memories of jamming her own equine tool into various , now very “deceased.” chinchilla coats and shivered with a pure sympathetic pleasure. The tightly packed sleeves of the softest fur known to man were explanation enough why there was so little time between “aim” and…
“Fire!”
Each of the tall, cruel fur dominatrices jerked their hips forward precisely twice, running their cocks through the chinchilla lining of the muffs until the fat, wet heads appeared out the opposite end. The flared glans appeared in all their glory, the heavy foreskin firmly tugged back by the tightly packed muffs. They vanished just as quickly, pulled back with singular jerks to the opposite end in preparation for the second, and final, thrust…
Once again, hips pistoned forward in perfect unison. At the end of the second thrust, those same, fat glans opened up, and the Firing Squad truly lived up to their name.
Shots from each tall, big balled bitch crossed the yard of distance between their flared cockheads and the tall rack of fox coats. High, arcing shots came down on tops of the collars and spread out down the shoulders and arms of at least forty tightly packed fox coats. The thick, stringy wads of cum held together in flight, not breaking up into droplets before raining down mercilessly on the helpless fox coats. This allowed the full brunt of the wads to bury themselves into the pelts where they struck, ruining the fur and the supple leather beneath.
Jizz wads whipped across the exposed arms, covering blue, white, blush, silver, red, and myriad other shades of fox bunched into the rack of coats before them. Moments later the arms were criss-crossed in webs of sticky, thick nut-butter. The tangled masses of spent shemale spunk steamed off the ruined fox coats, clinging like glue in clumps to the rich, expensive fox pelts. Larissa, Anya, and Vlada’s cocks took almost a full minute each to expend their massive loads.
As the pulses of cum started running out of power to reach rack across from them, the Firing Squad removed their pulsing cocks from the muffs and vomited the remainder of pent-up sexual effluent in their huge balls all over the big fox barrel muffs in front of them. The muffs were slagged with heavy blobs of the final, “excess” loads from the bloated cock-spears between their legs. Larissa’s massive tool expelled the most of the three, shooting out pulses and round, bubbling balls of stinking nut atop the muff for a nearly a full minute after Anya and Vlada had finally wiped their wet cockheads clean on the underside of their own muffs.
Larissa, finally finished, turned to face the crowd, and, along with the rest of the Firing Squad, snapped off a smart salute. This caused the cheers to explode once more. Svetlana was quite impressed herself. Even with the drugs, this Larissa had certainly put in an exceptional performance, judging by the huge pile of steaming cock-spray she deposited on top of her fuck-muff.
“Well, as they say in the heartland… holy-fucking-shit!” Quinn announced, after having been wildly cheering herself. The little spitfire of a gurl in her big white fox outfit came out on stage once more. “Give it up for these nasty ladies again!”
Larissa, Anya, and Vlada bowed this time. Their wet, dripping cocks softened and bounced against the front of their fox skirts, leaving wet stains. The cheers began again. Larissa picked up the spunk-leaden muff from her stand and tossed it out into the audience. The heavy, sodden muff spun as it flew, causing fat blobs of the blond Slavic domme’s nut to splatter into the crowd. Svetlana caught the wet splash of a landing out of the corner of her eye and watched two or three horny gurls descend on the ruined, spunk-plastered muff to fuck it again and again.
Hellena sulked a bit, “Not cool.”
“I should think you’re perfectly okay,” Svetlana replied, glancing down at the second muff Hellena had recently discarded, with a pool of spunk stuck to the top.
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