Ostentatious Generosity Ch 01

Fair warning, this story contains anthropomorphic characters having sex with human ones, a disobedient stance on realism and physics, not-so-subtle character references, and a blatant disregard for the concept of economic inflation. TL:DR, this author relishes over-the-top sexual storytelling and strives to make his fictional multiverse as ridiculous a utopia as possible.

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Sonny was not at all used to the luxurious life. Despite the anthropomorphic coyote's best efforts to appear fancy, red button shirt and black pants around his smoothed fiery fur, he still shifted slightly in his ebony shoes nervously for being out of his element. It wasn't that he had

never

been in a fancy setting before, having made his own lucrative career in adventuring, each success leading him to some valuable treasure that he could later sell to vendors. No, such wealth wasn't uncommon for him to use to treat his friends to reputable restaurants or relax in a nice hotel. But rarely had the canine dealt with a luxury setting on such a scale in which only the one percent could afford. That was a rarity, and even then, it was mostly to be briefed on a contract by the wealthy owner to do mercenary work or more treasure hunting.

So when he was being taken for a ride inside an elegantly designed limousine, it was a bit of an overwhelming experience for the young man. There exists Lamborghinis, yes, and as rare as it was, Sonny has witnessed the wealthy elite drive by with them once or twice. But a Lamborghini limousine which was exorbitantly decorated with a gold body plate? And excessively large diamond studs on its rims? Its exterior body being completely covered with glittering diamonds like it was cheap glitter? It was as if one needed an excuse to further parade the garish expenditure of wealth they had to throw at such an already expensive vehicle.

Those bright, vermillion eyes of his couldn't help but glance at all the glittering gems and valuable metals the decorated the interior of the long car, wondering just how expensive such customization had to cost the owner. While Sonny was completely stunned by such lavishness, he didn't have much of an opportunity to admire such ostentatious decoration due to the fact that he was surrounded on nearly all sides by beautiful women. Three beautiful and quite famous women, for the perceptive among you, that were making no little effort to show their unexpectedly lustful desire for the blushing male.

To his left and right were the Lexis Twins, Vivian and Melody respectively. Two beautiful sisters who enjoyed a lucrative porn career, always working together in scenes which had them combining their already orgasmic skills — which either sister by herself could reduce a man to a brain-racked heap of shuddering bliss — on whatever lucky stud they happened to film with for the week. The level of technique they implemented in the arts of pleasure was a sight to behold, and it wasn't uncommon for them to compete against each other to see who could make the male actor they were toying with to blow his load the fastest and in the most mind-melting fashion. And with the voluptuous figured the sisters had, it wasn't hard to image just how lucky said stud must have felt being serviced by them.

Although they were twins, Vivian decided to make herself stand out a little more from her sister, her already naturally mocha colored skin tanned slightly darker, just enough to make out tan lines from a bra that was probably a few sized too small for her large, head sized breasts. Even now her custom-made lingerie squeezed against her overflowing bust, her tan, bulging cleavage jiggling as she rubs them against Sonny's body. Her short, golden hair almost risked bordering on a boyish bob cut in contrast to Melody's shoulder length strands of strawberry blonde femininity.

With only these small differences to tell them apart, the title of 'twins' truly did belong to them. From the ocean blue eyes that twinkled with mischievous intent, to the pouty, lush lips that parted oh so seductively to whisper teasing words of the pleasurable acts they wish to partake with Sonny, all the way down to their equally identical - and equally exaggerated - hourglass figure, they were look-alike in all but hairstyle choice and level of dedication to tanning. Many men dreamed of being in a threesome with them, but their high asking price and even higher expectations ensured that only the wealthiest and most virile of studs could share a bed with them.

And yet here they were, moaning lustfully as their soft lips and long, experienced tongues teased Sonny's face. Pinning his hands under their fat, soft rears as they sat on them, the two beauties took to smooching the shy anthro every second they could. Wet, sucking kisses pressed up against his cheeks, and the occasional lick found its way inside his ears, sending a shiver of pleasure down his back. Their hands knew all the right buttons to press as well, delicate fingers gliding along his warm furred chest under his shirt, moving down his toned abs and sneaking along his thighs. They would have gone even further, had his crotch not been occupied by the bobbing head of one exotic African beauty.

Between his legs and servicing his sensitive shaft was Jasmine, a world-renowned fighter and bodyguard for the sisters. While the Lexis Twins had bimbo-like figures of a soft, hourglass shape —artificially darkened thanks to carefully timed bouts of sitting in one place under the sun for too long— their guard was a true exotic goddess of chocolate complexation. Toned and fit, her tall body, at least a head taller in comparison to the lustful twins, was defined by muscle that was hard, yet still kept her shape curvaceous. Along with this, she had quite a bountiful, natural bust that dwarfed even twins, despite their penchant for plastics. Normally her attire would consist of a simple tank top and cargo pants and boots, but those were stripped away during the car ride to reveal a leopard pattern thong that snuggled deep between her large rear and tassels that barely covered her nipples.

All of this was certainly not what Sonny had expected when he was invited by his friend Lanif to his mansion to "play a game made just for Sonny". For one thing, just where in the world did he find the money to rent a limousine, much less one made of pure gold and so ridiculously showered with three-carat diamonds to the point of blinding. Lanif never seemed like the exuberant type. He was a simple

unicorn

, as plain as the white of his silky equine fur. Well, as simple as one could be for a magical, anthropomorphic unicorn, but as far as money was concerned, Sonny had him beat in that department by far. Even if he was to play devils advocate and add the fact that the equine did have a wealthy friend named Fraisa, a bovine who had quite a large mansion of her own, it would seem extremely uncharacteristic of him to invite Sonny over to her mansion as if it was instead he that owned it, which was far from true despite the fact he did live with her. And then there was this Special Game he was talking about. It's not like his close friend to be so secretive—

The coyote's perplexed thoughts were cut short by the loud, wet slurping of the exotic bodyguard between his legs sucking him off, making him flush even redder than normal as he suddenly remembered the situation he's in right now. Those thick, glossy lips of Jasmines were sealed tight around his length, sucking eagerly as her tongue caressed the underside of the canines thick, warm shaft. Not a single inch of his cock was unattended by her lustful licks, gliding from his base to the tip of the head in a slow, circling motion, even occasionally sticking out between her lips to impress him with their length as they caressed his balls. Stifling a moan, Sonny tensed from the wonderful pleasure of her oral skills, causing his still pinned hands to inadvertently grope the fat, squishy rumps of the twins sitting on them. The two girls seemed to enjoy watching Sonny squirm in ecstasy, as they encouraged their guard with loving strokes along her ebony hair, tied up in a hip-length ponytail.

"I think he likes your service, Jazzy~" Teased the tomboy sister Vivian, who was busy sitting on Sonny's left hand, alternating between planting loving, long kisses along his neck and giving it a nearly vampiric sucking, one that would inevitably result in a dark hicky if she persisted. "Just make sure you save some of that juicy looking meat for us. If his body is this unnaturally warm, I bet that dick of his is going to feel very hot when its ramming into a nice, tight pussy like ours."

"You aren't kidding about the heat, sis!" Cooed Melody on the right side of the coyotes lap. Her silky long strands of hair tickling his now exposed abs, as she leaned into grope his soft, pent up balls. "His nuts feel like those Hand Warmers you squeeze when it's winter out. I bet he's really fun to snuggle with during such a chilly night like that. Is your whole body this feverish all the time, or are we actually getting you so hot and bothered this easily?"

"I'd say I'm just being generous, but this kind of attention is definitely building up an inferno inside." Replied Sonny, when he had time to breathe from the deep clashing of tounges Vivian was having with him. An oral skirmish the sister was clearly dominating the coyote against with a lustful smirk. He didn't know if he should explain that he wasn't exactly 'normal' per see, being from a line of beings called Tenshi, creatures that could manipulate the elements. He was a Tenshi that had control over fire, with one of the quirks being his glowing fiery eyes and unnaturally warm body, which also happened to heat up depending on his mood. At the rate these three women were treating him, Sonny was surprised he hadn't burst into flames from all the affection. Of course, he had such control over his fire that it would never harm anything he didn't want it to, but that was neither here nor there.

As of right now, his most pressing matter was the churning sensation of his cum sacks, signaling his approach to an explosive orgasm he was on the edge of experiencing. Or at least he would have if not for the harsh squeezing Jasmines hand had on the base of his manhood. Her strong fingers clenched around the bottom of his shaft, ensuring that no matter how good things felt for the lust driven doggie, his release was dictated by the warrior woman. The fate of his climax was quite literally in her hands, so to speak, and she wasn't done playing with him yet.

Knowing full well her strong grip wasn't going to let Sonny cum any time soon, Jasmine went to town on his sensitive shaft, bobbing up and down furiously along his length as she made the most lewd of slurping sounds, as if trying to suck a popsicle off it's stick. Had it not been for the African goddess's powerful grip, the young man would have exploded many times over from the sheer pleasure overload, and yet she only sucked faster and faster despite his moans of frustration and ecstasy. It had got to the point where was such sucking so hard that, by the time she finally let his cock slip from between her pillow soft, glossy lips, his shaft had to break free from her oral heaven with a wet, loud 'POP!'. Sonny couldn't be blushing any more red if he wanted to, panting in needing lust as he tried to thrust against her hand, needing just that little edge more before he could finally feel that wonderful release. But Jasmine was stronger, able to hold him down and prevent him from achieving orgasm until she was good and ready to let him blow.

"Let me have a taste!" Chimed in Melody, and before the coyote had even a minute of relief from one hungry mouth on his dick, another had quickly taken its place, slurping and sucking with even more vigor than Sonny had thought humanly possible. From tip to base, the curvy blonde was a blur of bobbing and sucking, and he could almost feel the cum being pulled out of his balls from the sheer intensity of her hungry slurping. It was obvious from the start that the sisters was in a whole higher tier when it came to sexual feats, and that's not to say anything belittling of Jasmine, who was by far no slouch.

Another wet "Pop!" later, and Melody was gasping for air, saliva and precum dripping from her mouth, a lot of satisfaction on her face. "Wow, I would use a hot dog pun for your cock, but that would be beneath me."

"Not for me!" Intruded Vivian, looking like she wanted to try her hand at tasting every inch of Sonny, too. "That shit is practically steaming with how hot it looks! How is your tongue not burnt?"

The longer haired sister could only shrug in response. "Give it a shot."

And give it Vivian did, even going the extra mile on his shaft to gorge not just every inch of his shaft, but to bury her face against his furred crotch. Sonny could have sworn that he could even feel her throat tightening around the head of his cock, and not once did the sister so much as cough. In one slow, agonizing slurp, she lifted her head until on the tip was trapped between those pillowy lips, further harassing the head with long, circling licks that rapidly teased the sensitive tip, only to repeat the entire process faster and faster on the squirming coyote, becoming a blur of licking, sucking and bobbing.

And therein was another difference between the two sisters; unlike Melody, who enjoyed a slow and tender session of lovemaking that builds up to a climax that melts mind and body alike, Vivian delighted in rough, fast and explosive sex, wanting to bring out the most intense orgasm out of her target as quickly as possible. If there were philosophers of sexual delights that still existed in the universe, there would be no doubt they would argue over which sister gave the best experience of orgasmic bliss, debating not unlike fandoms over which fictional character could best the other. However, even despite Sonny's best efforts to cum from such an overwhelming experience, the bodyguard affectionately called "Jazzy" held her grip on his attempt to ejaculate, leaving on the maddening edge of blowing what would have been the hottest load of his life in the eager, practically parathrophic mouth of a porn star.

Like the others, she eventually released Sonny's cock from the oral assault with an explosive smack of her lips, leaving his shaft covered with drool, lipstick and thoroughly frustrating amounts of precum. "Damn, your cock is hot!" The tomboy purred as she gave a few affectionate strokes to Sonny's throbbing, lust driven malehood. "I can't wait for you to fuck us with it once we get to Lanny's home."

"Looks like we don't have to wait long, sis. We're here."

If by 'here', they meant the ridiculously large garden that lay just beyond the fancy golden gate in front of the limousine, the sister was correct. There was no other way Sonny could describe this gate; it was truly a work of art, or at least a representation of the overindulgence for the obviously flamboyant owner. On each side of the gate was a gold statue of a nude woman, identical in their goddess-like beauty and heavy breasted curvature. Both were posed in equal but opposite postures of some lewd display that had them rubbing their bodies against the pole—a pole which also seconded as the device that rotated the intricate gilded gate open— as if in worship to some great phallic pillar, backs arched as if in the throughs of an intense orgasm.

As the limo drives past the gate, Sonny couldn't help but be amazed by the arching garden overhead of the car, like a long tunnel of nature's green protection. Godly rays of sunlight peaked through the many leafy gaps of the overshadowing branches, the occasional petal falling free from the trees arms to meet its family that was littered across the polished, flawless pavement.

"This has got to be the biggest garden I've ever seen." The coyote said in amazement, distracted even by such beauty of nature to look away from the lewd acts of pleasure being brought upon him.

"Oh, this isn't a garden, plaything." Jasmine interjected, planting a playful kiss on Sonnys malehood as she tucks away his meat, still throbbing its frustration from not being allowed to have its release. "This is just a fancy driveway for the statue."

"Statue?" Before he could even ask what statue she was referring to, he saw it; just as the elongated vehicle finally left the subway of forestry into the sunlight, they were at the feet of a towering marble statue. It was as if carved by the masterful sculptors of antient Greece, albeit one that obviously had a thing for women of the full-bodied hourglass variety. Rivaling even the Statue of Liberty in height, Sonny had to crane his neck as he looked out the window to be greeted by the porcelain nudity of one voluptuous goddess, a beautiful, buxom woman with her eyes closed in content bliss, her arms raised as in praise to the very sun beaming its gentle spring warmth upon them.

And then there was the mansion itself, standing elegantly even in the shadow of the curvaceous ivory titan in front of it. While it did seem at first that at least the owner had some sense not to have their building be as tall as the marble goddess statue in front of it, only being half its height, that still meant half the height of the statue of liberty. What's more was that the owner's fetish for having everything luxurious did not spare any expense upon the home. The mansions lavish decorations was a menu in the obscene, with gold bricks as the main course, and diamonds its side dish. There was no denying that the expenses of living here would easily be in the millions. Monthly.

This was certainly not the same Lanif that Sonny was thinking of, not by a long shot. Fraisa's mansion, as large and fancy as it was, is designed with elegance and subtly in mind. By comparison, this...

palace

...was simply excessively expensive for the sake of being excessively expensive.

"Don't look too impressed, fireball." Teased Vivian as she, her sister and the bodyguard walked side by side along the amazed Sonny up the polished steps. "You should see his mansion."

"Wait...isn't

this

the mansion?" The coyote asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, certainly not!" Melody responded. "This is just a... formality, so to say. Set dressing, really. For his teleporter."

Sonny had to blink at that. Teleporter? What was she going on about? It became apparent soon enough. Or at least as soon at it took to pass through the massive, self-opening doors into the equally wide hallway, take flight along a lavish stairway with golden rails and steps with a glass surface that contains hundreds of tiny diamonds inside them, and to finally open the doors to a very high tech looking room.

From a realm of luxurious fantasy to one of science fiction?

Sonny thought to himself.

This Lanif person sure knows how to surprise people.

The room as an incandescent place of pure white walls, completely devoid of all objects besides a window outside with the view of the backside of the statue and garden driveway, and a curious podium with an even more strange device next to it. It was a circular platform of polished platinum, backed by a curved wall of similar metal, as if people couldn't be trusted not to fall off it backwards. It was large enough to hold at least ten people, so Sonny doubt anybody ever fell into the way, but probably some decorator thought it looked better that way. This room looked so different, so uncharacteristically strange and out of place compared to the rest of the mansion, as if the entire building was made first, and then this room was installed later. Then it dawned on him; that's exactly what happened, and it was done on purpose.

"Wait...you're telling me that all THIS..." He gestured to the mansion, to the garden and lastly to the large, naked statue of pearl opulence, who substantial posterior was in full display just outside the glass-

or is that also diamond...

-windows. "...was just so this guy could have a room for his teleporter prop!?"