The Model and The Muses

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M Human, F Dorarizin Mother/Daughter. 

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It seemed rather silly as Sebastian turned it over in his mind again. A pair of Dorarizin sculptors had requested him to come and be their live model. The first thing that had stuck out to him was the thought that things like live models were still a thing with all their technology, but then he realized even the idea of Dorarizin had sculptors seemed out of place. Then, of course, was the fact that they had somehow managed to wade through the bureaucracy surrounding the matter of sending humans off-world and on top of that had somehow managed to choose him out of, well, billions. Millions if you only counted the wait lists, but that somehow made it feel less special, if only slightly.

It was a day ride up the elevator, a few days of processing and paperwork, a few more days of riding a shuttle to an interstellar craft that would take him in the right direction, and then a few weeks of travel and ship-hopping, but... even after the lengthy trip to Studio [Ground/Bedrock] was finally completed it still felt as if their meeting was far, far away.  

As Sebastian stood outside of the nondescript building and attempted to get his bearings he and his belongings were suddenly gathered up in a hurry and he was bodily carried out of the ground transport and through a myriad of art-adorned hallways by his erstwhile chauffeur. Sebastian didn't reflect on being carried – it happened with an almost unsettling frequency, after all – and instead spent the time looking at his surroundings. The Studio frankly looked like a museum, though the art itself was . . . well, it must have to do with how their eyes were built, or the material the sculptures were made of - or light wavelengths or something. Not that they were poor in quality, more that it felt like things were missing from each. Like a story you only caught the last half of.

There were also statues, busts, and various other more physical works every few meters or so - of Dorarizin primarily but also of other creatures, most of which were foreign to him.

He was carried into a small room set off one of these such corridors and set down, quite unceremoniously, along with his things before the tentative headpat and departure of his chauffeur. Having little else to do he decided to take the moment to appraise the place. His first impression of ‘small room’, he realized, was in referenced to how large everything else had been up to this point - the room was clearly intended for someone several times his size, and it was clear that modifications had been made to it recently to allow for a smaller tenant. It was about as big as a 6 room, open-concept apartment on Earth, he estimated, and twice as tall at least.

Sebastians' examination was cut short by a soft tone at the door followed by the pneumatic hiss as it slid open. He looked up to greet his new visitor, but was surprised to find the hall empty - that is, until he looked down. A small - and again, small in regards to how big everything around him seemed – robot hummed softly as it stood in the doorway. It appeared to be a multipurpose assistant of some sort, and before he had an opportunity to speak up it was already moving away from him and down the hall. Intrigued, he followed behind it, though found that he had to walk briskly to keep up with the damn thing.

The droid lead him along down the hall and into yet another rather massive chamber - it look more akin to a small hangar than a studio, and it was littered with half-finished works in marble, metal, wood, and several other materials not readily obvious to him, some of which hurt to look at. He glanced back to his guide only to realize it had disappeared while he was distracted, and was replaced by a four-meter-tall Dorarizin.  

Her fur was dark, a bluish black that was speckled and flaked with minuscule particulate – possibly marble, possibly something else, giving her deep hue a lighter, frosted look. The only other splash of color were her  piercing, amber eyes. She was wearing a pair of thick gloves and . . . that was it. She was holding a massive tablet, thick as an old tower PC from pre-uplift that’d probably crush him if she dropped it.  

“Uhm, excuse me-”

“[Human, good. Mediterranean ancestry, fit,]” she glanced up from her tablet briefly, “[bit shorter than I expected.]”  

Finally, she looked down at him for more than a moment.

“[Why are you dressed?]”
 

“Well, I thought-”
 

“[Well you thought wrong. Clothes off, I’ve got to see what I’m working with.]”

He heard the soft padding of feet, the clacking of claws behind him before a massive hand reached down and began helping him out of his clothes.  

“[Please forgive my mother, she’s very particular about how things are done around here,]” the voice came behind him.  

“[Awrweh, careful,]” the near-black, dust covered one in front of him muttered. She’d gone back to handling the tablet.  

“[I picked him, mother, I’m going to be careful. Ooh, I like the color.]”

“[They refer to it as ‘olive’, Awrweh. Not that it matters, marble is white.]”

“[Does it have to be marble, though? Some wood-]”

“[Yes. The majority of the notable works I have been studying from what is considered to be Earth’s Classical period were hewn from marble in the Mediterranean region.]”

“I think you’re taking this all a bit literally,” Sebastian interjected as Awrweh tugged down his pants.

“[My mother is very particular about her work. Just best to be quiet and let her do it. Oh my, I did pick a good one, didn’t I?]” He could feel her hand brush across his lower back, down his thighs.

Before he could turn around to protest, however, he’d been swept up in her arms. “[I like the way his skin feels.]”

“[How he feels doesn’t matter. Put him up on the pedestal.]”

Awrweh deposited Sebastian on a raised platform, her mother padding up behind her to reach out and begin manipulating him into a very particular pose. He was powerless to resist her incredible strength, though he didn’t attempt to either. Once he was in position, she muttered quietly that he was perfect and that if he moved at all she would get in trouble with several government bodies again.

Thus began what must have been several hours of quiet chipping and - for Sebastian at least, standing motionless. By the time they had set down their tools again the mother, whom he knew to be named Murgrah, had already made substantial progress, as least a far as he was concerned. The block was as big as she was, which was saying something as she was probably one of the biggest Dorarizin he’d ever seen. Not that he'd seen too many; there were a few in the station, a couple in orientation and a few more on ships and between stations, but once he landed he was basically ushered into a transport and kept sequestered from the rest of the population. Still, they were big, and he was alone in a room with two massive, dark-furred wolf-women.  

At least, that’s how the lower-functioning regions of his brain had phrased it.  

'And neither of them were clothed.' the lower-functioning regions of his brain helpfully added, and Sebastian chewed his cheek.

The room had felt warm beforehand, but he soon became aware of a certain draftiness just below his waist.

Murgrah eased back onto her haunches just before her work-in-progress, the dust from her efforts coating much of her upper arms and torso. The way her legs were spread apart, Sebastian was getting a perhaps unintentionally excellent view of what lay between, and despite his better judgment he couldn’t help but steal a glance every so often.  

He was so distracted by her that he barely noticed as Awrweh approached him from behind, or the curious glance she gave her mother. He did, however, catch her knowing glance and gentle sigh, though only moments before her massive arms wrapped around him, lifting him up from his seated position on the pedestal.  

“[She’s been begging me to let her try you,]” Murgrah stated, rolling her eyes. “[And I do spoil her so.]”

“W-wait, try me?”

“[You seem fairly eager to try her as well,]” Murgrah stated with an almost disinterested tone. He glanced down, and realized what she had meant with some embarrassment, though that embarassment was quickly forgotten as Awrweh fell back onto her own haunches with a heavy thump. Sebastian could feel her tongue against his ear as she held him close, murmuring something nonsensical as her giant, sharp claws that were wrapped each side of him gently ran across his abdomen.

She laid back on the cold studio floor, pulling him down with her before lifting him up and spinning him around. For a brief second Sebastian wondered how reverse-cowgirl would even work, but there was a sudden forceful tug on his legs and he lost balance - His face *thump*-ing in the soft underfuzz of her lower abdomen as she manhandled his body once more.  

Those same sharp claws now gingerly ran down along his back before effortlessly lifting his hips up. His breath hitched in his throat as a broad, flat tongue wrapped around his turgid member, stroking it slowly, clumsily as she held him there, her muzzle seeming to support the weight of his hips when she decided to hilt him. Awrweh's hips rolled up toward Sebastian as she continued her slow attempts to pleasure him with her tongue, presenting her own glistening sex to him as his knees came to rest against her chest, the downward pressure of her palm on his back forcing him to kneel on this lewd, impromptu throne.

Awrweh curled up beneath him, her other, massive hand pressed his head forward as she slid his body down. He did not need much prompting, however, before he leaned forward himself and dug his tongue into her. She let out a throaty growl as he began his work, distracting her from a moment from her own efforts. As he continued to work his tongue through her torrid sex, her tongue fell away from his tool as she began panting, laying back as she did so.  

“[Oh...You should try his mouth, it's very good,]” Awrweh moaned softly across the room to her resting mother, who rolled her eyes again.  

“[Fine. But if this anything like that last pup you brought in...Put him down where I can reach him.]”

Sebastian was lifted away from her again – not before a few good parting licks were had, however – and deposited this time on his back against the cold floor. Murgrah had gotten up, trotting over before crouching down, squatting over his head and presenting her sex to him.  

“[Lick, before I change my mind. And do try to impress me.]” she muttered from somewhere above him. Without hesitation he obliged her accordingly, more than willing to dive in. As he began to dig into her hot, supple flesh with his tongue he became suddenly aware of Awrweh’s hands against his calves, tugging his legs up and spreading them apart at the same time.

She let them hang there as two fingers pressed against his generous endowment, pulling it down toward her. It was uncomfortable at first, and he was about to pull his mouth away to complain when he felt the folds of her slit envelope the head of his member. Still gripping his legs she pulled herself down – or was it him, up – one leg supporting his hips while the other wrapped around his waist, effectively scissoring him.   

Sebastian let a throaty groan out as she came to hilt herself on him, in turn causing Murgrah to moan, if quietly. He was still trying to figure out exactly where the best parts to lick were, but as he continued to probe and test Murgrah began to open up more. Awrweh began to ride him slowly, and before long both the massive, furred women were moaning and growling pleasantly above him.

As Awrweh’s pumps built in pace, Sebastian began to feel himself growing closer to climax. She wasn’t terribly tight, but the way her thick walls squeezed him and stroked him with each rise and fall he could hardly hold it back. Asking for permission was out of the question, given the current engagement of his tongue. As he came closer to, well, coming, the thought of even asking was shoved to the back of his mind, as if being pushed there by the rolling bounce of her hips. He found his fingers digging into Murgrah’s fur as his muscles tensed up, back arching slightly as he unloaded inside Awrweh, moaning rather powerfully into her mother’s sex as he did so.

The thick, warm fluid began drooling out slowly around his still-engorged member as Awrweh pulled away from him and let his hips drop to the floor. Murgrah stood up almost as quickly, leaving his cheeks cold with her moisture. Awrweh laid herself down beside the two of them, absent-mindedly playing with herself as she watched things begin to unfold between Sebastian and her mother. Murgrah gripped him under his arm, sweeping him off the ground momentarily to drop him on top of herself.  

“[I’m not so generous as my daughter,]” she stated rather forcefully as she laid back, fully prone against the ground.  

“[You do me, I do you - but you’re doing the work.]”

Sebastian wasn’t one to argue, and despite his recent climax he found himself - at least spiritually - ready and willing to go again. However, as he began to grind his shaft along her saliva-slicked slit, she growled, and it wasn’t the appreciative kind.  

“[Not that hole, whelp. I’m not as . . . permissive as her either,]” she growled, looking down at him from across her broad, powerful chest.

The transition for Sebastian was quick - he assumed that if she was requesting it, she was ready for it, and he wasted no time in locating the puckered star hidden within her fur. He gave it a prod, and was surprised as he found himself almost sucked inside. Not only was she loose enough for him to push inside without much effort, but it almost felt as if her muscles were pulling him in. He pushed in again, this time letting her body help, and quickly found his hips pressed up against her fur, his lower abdomen grinding against her sex.

As he began thrusting into her slowly, he could feel the muscled ring sucking against him ever so slightly. The sensation was incredible, and easily offered fair competition for Awrweh. He continued pumping into her, grunting softly as his hands gripped fistfuls of fur. He pulled himself up against her as his thrusts became shorter and quicker.  

The sensation was there... but it wasn’t building the way it had before. A soft, wet slapping filled the room as he put more effort into it, doubling over as his pace increased. Thick fluids from her sex proper were splattering across his abdomen with each powerful drive forward, and his breath was quickly becoming quick and ragged.

Murgrah looked down at him, face flushed but the facade of being unimpressed still intact.  

Sebastian growled, bending himself forward to use his legs for leverage – anything to break her mask. After what must have been several minutes, perhaps as long as half an hour - he wasn’t exactly keeping track at the moment - he finally began to feel that most welcome pressure inside him growing again. He could feel his endurance flagging, and it required concerted effort on his part to keep the pace up. He dug deep, slamming himself home a few more times before his orgasm took him, his body shuddering so fiercely as to leave him limp against his larger lover.  

Murgrah groaned softly as he let loose his load inside her, practically collapsing on top of her as he let himself finally relax. He was panting, sweating, and probably the most satisfied he’d ever been after being with a woman. As his chest heaved, he felt as if he could happily fall asleep with his head against her abdomen, shaft buried inside her still.

That was interrupted, however, by Murgrah sitting up, then standing up, letting him literally fall out of her as she did so. She cleared her throat, rolling her hips experimentally.   

“[Alright, breaks over. Back on the pedestal.]”  

He looked up at her, surprised, incredulous really, but as he watched the thin, white trail of fluid roll down across the inside of her thigh he was struck with an intriguing thought.  

Another sculpting session meant another break, and another break meant . . . he grinned, more inwardly than otherwise, and rolled over, pushing himself up off the ground.

Once he was back on his feet, Awrweh stood up beside him, rustling his dark hair with her massive paw.  

“[Perhaps we break for a meal and a shower first, mother?]”

“[I like working messy.]”

“[She likes working messy,]” Awrweh apologized, before gently nudging Sebastian back toward the pedestal he had been standing on.  

“Honestly, I think I do too,” he replied with a laugh, before striking his pose once again. Unseen to Sebastian, Murgrah gave Awrweh a begrudging grin, as if to say wordlessly that she’d picked the right model.