The Labyrinth Hotel (11)

This is a long one, so I included the ODT file, it should open with most word processors/text editors.

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“I’m starting to like you, you know~” Check was dripping pre onto Pascal’s belly as he spoke down to the dog, but both of them seemed to understand something key about each other now. Pascal let out another chuckle, feeling much less confused and way more enthused to be all tied up… yet again… and have some horny little mice do their thing.

“Well, it looks like I’m all yours huh?” Pascal wiggled and tugged on the ropes, showing just how good a job the mice had done securing him. “See? Firmly stuck, and awfully swollen…” He gave Check a playful little ‘puppy face’ look.

The mouse’s heart nearly skipped a beat. Pascal was certainly not the first big bellied critter he’d manage to tie down and exploit, but something about the energy the two were sharing was stirring something up inside him. The mouse felt that surge lower to his groin, and his erection throbbed so hard it nearly ached. His head started to swim with arousal, and that ultra-confident attitude was shifting.

“O-oh yes~” He said as he turned back around, glaring at that big outie navel. “You are all mine…” Check marched right back over to it, dropped to his knees, and began firmly rubbing his hands over that swollen nob. “Th-this is it fellas, time to dig in.” As Check leaned in and finally gave a big long loving lick across the belly button Pascal could feel the other members press themselves in closer. On both sides of his belly there were mice grinding up against his swollen taut fur. Down at his paws he could feel something distinctly stiff press up against his foot, and a warm tongue against his pad. And between his legs? Another tongue and set of hands began to lick and rub all over his pulsing tied down shaft. He still wasn’t sure why his member specifically had been roped down, but the pressure it put on the base was so enjoyable… it was like having an erection stuck and throbbing inside a pair of tight underwear.

Pascal let out a huff as Check licked at his outie again… and again… and again. Besides his penis, it was absolutely the most sensitive spot on his body, even outweighing his paws. And being so full of whatever the tentacles had pumped into him had only caused that navel to stretch further out and increase his sensitivity. So every time the mouse licked or rubbed or squeezed Pascal was forced to admit just how much he loved it through little noises or squirms.

“So big, so swollen, so RIPE.” Check groaned out. His voice was dripping with arousal, but not as much as his tip. He looked down and wiggled his hips forward, and his shaft pressed up against Pascal’s popped navel. His breathing changed, his heart rate going up a bit more as he thrust forward and let out a wobbly little moan. Pascal might have chuckled at just how cute this was… but he was too busy moaning as well. He’d never had someone so small to play with, he had no idea just what this could feel like. But as Check hunched over and gave a big strong thrust against his navel the dog no longer had to wonder. Rather than his whole belly being rubbed and his navel being teased every so often by someone his size, this mouse was directly stimulating his button over and over again. The dalmatian throbbed as much as the rope down there would allow, his shaft pulsing with a growing excitement. The mouse down there… Russ? Yes he remembered, it was Russ, was now nuzzling and licking at his tip as he dripped pre.

Pascal whined as Check’s thrusting became steady and rhythmic, and his navel felt all warm and tingly in response. “W-wow, this is uh… this is…”

“…So goooooooood…” Check spoke up and completed the dog’s sentence. He hugged that belly button tight and humped against it, grinding his stiff erection over the big button in pure bliss. It was swollen and tight, but not as much as the rest of the dog’s belly, which was far more drum like. His navel still had a soft give to it, enough to create a dimple as he pushed himself forward again. The fur was thinned, but the flesh beneath it was smooth and made it very easy to glide against. It was the perfect combination of friction and plush warmth. He pushed forward a bit harder and let out a longer groan, his cock bouncing up against his own belly and straining with just how hard he’d become. It ached in the most pleasurable of ways.

Check suddenly slowed however, simply rubbing back and forth at a slower but more deliberate pace. Pascal looked up, watching the mouse butt that he could barely see moving up and down over the crest of his belly.

“Wh-why did you slow down?” Pascal throbbed, the entire time Check had picked up the pace he could feel his groin getting warmer, that familiar feeling of pleasure mounting up inside his shaft giving him comfort in knowing he would cum if things continued. Now it pulsed in frustration, that build up now plateauing.

“Wh-when you have a finely aged wine, you don’t just gulp it down pup~” The mouse pushed forward again after waiting a moment and let out another wobbly moan, feeling himself getting a bit too close to the edge. He waited a moment, that feeling starting to recede. “You are ripe… you are swollen, and you’re not all anxious like the others usually are.”

“nnf…” Pascal let out a little grunt as Russ wrapped his lips the best he could around his tip and sucked, then popped off and started to lick in a swirl around it all while rubbing his hands up and down what he could reach. He was doing an incredible job at keeping the dog’s penis firmly worked up, not letting him lose what he’d already gained. His bulbous knot pulsed and he could hear Russ chuckle. Apparently that little cock-worshiper knew what he was doing, and was enthused to see his results making themselves obvious. Pascal had no complaints. “Anxious? P-people come in here, and are still worried?”

Check rubbed the sides of Pascal’s navel and gave it a squeeze, watching it bulge upwards and listening as the dog whiiiiiiined so pitifully in response. He couldn’t be coy, he loved it to, and did it again. This time Pascal had to squirm a bit just to deal with the stimulation. “You would be surprised… furs come here expecting nirvana, then get so caught up in their own insecurities and fears, and they eventually vanish. But you? You’re letting something honest through.” He humped forward again and let out a huff, having to give himself another moment to let his excitement die down a bit. He was edging using this big outie belly button.

Pascal hadn’t even considered that could happen. How could anyone finally have what they wanted, yet not be able to enjoy it? “Mmmf… well, I’m no stranger to my own body at this point” He let out another whine as he felt that tongue return to his navel, dragging over it slowly… he felt a shiver up his spine. “B-but you’re also doing something I have never had happen before. P-please keep going…” Pascal’s submissive side exposed itself, and Check’s ears perked. He gave a smile, but it wasn’t the sly one from before. Something about this dog was making him feel different. But that moment was soon interrupted as his erection throbbed again, a vein popping up on the side of his shaft for a moment.

“Ooooh fuck, ok, I need this… I need your navel… and you want this too huh?” He actually looked back and gave Pascal eye contact. The dog was clearly in need, he wasn’t just horny looking, it was like he was pleading with those big puppy eyes.

“Y-yes, please Check.”

The mouse felt something warm in his belly, and nodded. “Sure thing big guy.” He re-situated his hips and made sure that his balls were pressed up against that big navel now before hunching over again. “Just make sure to keep up those cute little noises while I show this outie how it’s done~” He licked his lips, his eyes went half lidded, and he furrowed his brow as he started to hump with fervor.

The thrusting from before? It was wonderful. But Check’s back arched and he squeezed that navel tighter, getting the best grip on it he could as his hips bounced and bucked, his erection rubbing firmly against the swollen nub. Pascal’s eyes lit up and rolled back a bit, his penis throbbing again with excitement as the stimulation all started coming back to the top of his belly. Russ struggled to hold onto the tip for a moment as it really began to twitch and throb, tugging at the rope something fierce. Pascal whined again, his tummy fluttering, something stirring inside him… it almost felt like physical stirring it was so strong. The mouse humping at his outie was literally pushing THE button that he wanted pushed the most, and he could feel a very similar pleasure there compared to his groin. It was new, it was unique, and it was going to make both of them pop.

Check huffed and grunted. He wasn’t letting up. He was hump-hump-humping away this time with no signs of stopping, and the constant rubbing made the navel bunch up on one side, then stretch, and watching this happen made his tongue hang out. This is what he lived for, to drive his aching dick firmly against a big swollen outie, to show it just how much he loved that unique shape, to love all over the perfect topping to a big gravid belly. He was humping and thrusting his little hips so hard that his whole body was practically bouncing against it, and his glasses started to skew a bit. He was the dominant fur here, but he was also completely lost in his own pleasure as he felt his groin light up and his balls tense. He doubled down, letting out moans that Pascal could hear pitch upwards. He was also starting to lose composure. His toes curled and the mouse down there licked at them and humped at his paw. Check and Pascal’s combined moans were egging on the other three, and the two mice on either side of his belly shuddered as they ground their dicks against his taut fur. Pascal let out a gasp, suddenly feeling his knot bloat, and Russ quickly grabbed the top of his dick, pulling it down as he stood on his tip toes, aiming that tip right at his face.

“Oooooh fuhuhuuuuuuck!” Check moaned out. His dick stiffened up like an iron pipe, his balls drew up tight, and he let out a squeaky cry of pleasure as he drove his hips forward and finally popped. He twitched and throbbed and shot his white sticky cum all over the dog’s navel. He pressed it in as hard as he could as he drove that orgasm up a notch, ejaculating hard and sending his load in a couple different directions as the tip pushed against the outie firmly. Pascal’s face went all screwy. His eyes crossed…