Makoto slowly wrapped the collar around his neck and fastened the buckle with a definitive click. He took one of the black fabrics from the floor and used it as a blindfold. "Well, this should work. Let's try the licky game..."
He gracefully kneeled, then got on all fours and extended his tongue with a low grunt. "This dog would love to lick some salty, wet, and musky stuff..."
A thick, charged silence filled the room. The sheer depravity of his request hung in the air.
Ayane was the first to break. A choked, almost hysterical giggle escaped her lips. "Oh my god," she whispered, her voice raw with shock and delight. "He's a natural."
Mika just stared, her serene mask completely gone. Her mouth was slightly open, her eyes wide with shock and terrifying excitement. The pink leather leash slipped from her fingers and landed on the floor with a soft thud.
Yuna's face turned a priceless shade of crimson. She looked from his blindfolded, kneeling form to the other two with pure panic in her eyes. "You... you can't be serious," she stammered in a high-pitched voice. "You're not actually going to... to lick..."
She couldn't even finish the sentence. "This is really happening," she thought in horror. "He's actually doing this."
Ayane, however, had recovered. She was a woman of culture, a true connoisseur of the degenerate arts. "Well," she said, her voice cheerful as she kicked off her slippers and started unbuttoning her jeans. "You heard the man. He's hungry."
Makoto rested his head on the floor with a yawn, totally in character. "Woof, woof. Dog wants to choose. If there's nothing to lick, dog will go to sleep."
"CHOOSE?!" Yuna shrieked in mortified fury. "You're a dog! A damn pervert dog! Dogs don't get to be picky! They just eat what they're given, you fat, disgusting dog!"
There was a soft rustling sound, followed by denim sliding down legs. "Oh, let him choose," Ayane purred throatily, suddenly much closer. "It makes it more of a competition."
Makoto could hear someone's knees meet the floor softly. He could smell her; it was a faint scent of soap mixed with the overwhelming, salty musk of a woman who had been turned on for the last hour.
"Dinner is served, puppy," she whispered right next to his ear. "It's fresh out of the oven. A little salty and a little sweaty. Just how you ordered it." A single manicured finger traced down his blindfolded face from forehead to nose. "Come and get it."
Then another sound, quieter and more deliberate. Mika was moving too.
"Choices are part of the game," Mika said calmly from another direction. She wasn't as close as Ayane. "Your reward is here, little puppy." He heard her kneel gently.
"Even Mika is actually playing along," Yuna thought in disbelief. She made a sound between a sob and a growl of frustration. "I hate all of you," she muttered. "I'm not playing this stupid, disgusting game."
The choice hung heavy in the air, thick with forbidden desire and fierce competition. One offering was bold and immediate. One was a subtle, tantalizing promise. And one was a furious refusal that was, in its own way, the most tempting of all.
Since he couldn't see, he relied on his nose and ears, following his instincts. He crawled left and sniffed at the light, floral-scented area. "Smells like perfume. This dog doesn't like it."
Then he turned and crawled right, leaning into the wet area covered in thick, sweet, sweaty scents. "It smells sweet and unwashed. Dog loves it."
A sharp, triumphant gasp escaped Ayane's lips. Her hands immediately found his hair, fingers tangling in the strands, not pulling but holding him in place, anchoring him to her.
"You're a good boy," she breathed in a broken whisper of pleasure. "Such a good, smart puppy. You know exactly what you want."
She leaned back on her hands, hips tilting forward to give him better access. Her body trembled as his tongue worked, her breath coming in short pants. "That's right... clean it all up..."
From the left came profound silence. "I can't believe he chose her over me," Mika thought, a rare flash of jealousy crossing her mind. She remained perfectly still on her knees.
The rejection hung around her like a cold, sharp thing. "Perfume," she whispered to herself analytically. A small frown touched her lips.
Then, from across the room, the inevitable explosion.
"DISGUSTING! YOU'RE BOTH DISGUSTING!" Yuna shrieked with pure jealousy and mortification. "You's licking her like a goddamn lollipop! And you's letting him! You're a slut and a pervert dog! I'm going to get you both neutered!"
Her furious rage was the perfect soundtrack to Ayane's soft, whimpering moans.
Makoto kept slurping and licking, his tongue hardening as he slid it inside. "Woof, woof. This cunt tastes nice. I like to lick it." He grazed her clit with his teeth. "Dog likes the small bean too."
A sharp, strangled cry tore from Ayane's throat as his teeth grazed her clit. A lightning bolt of pleasure that short-circuited her entire nervous system. Her back arched off the floor, her whole body seizing in a violent spasm.
"Fuck!" she gasped, her voice breaking. Her hips bucked reflexively, grinding against his mouth in a desperate rhythm.
Her control shattered completely. The confident, teasing challenger was gone, replaced by a whimpering, moaning wreck. Low moans rumbled in her chest as the orgasm crashed over her, a tidal wave that left her boneless and trembling.
Her inner walls clenched and pulsed around his tongue in weak, overwhelmed spasms. Her body flooded with hot slickness. "Don't... don't stop..." she whimpered pathetically, even as the waves of pleasure began to subside.
Makoto slowed his oral assault after her climax. "Dog did good. So dog wants some praise. And dog wants more to lick..."
Ayane's fingers were still tangled in his hair, but her grip had gone slack. She was a boneless, blissed-out wreck on the floor. "You're a good boy," she panted breathlessly.
"Such a good, good dog..." She managed a weak pat on his head. "You can... you can lick more if you want... Just give me a minute..."
But a new sound cut through the post-orgasmic haze. A soft rustling from Mika.
"You were a good dog," Mika's voice was low, calm, and dangerous. It was closer now. She had moved while he was occupied. "But you shouldn't eat the same thing over and over, puppy."
He felt a cool hand on his shoulder. "There's no perfume this time, puppy," she whispered. "I'm not wearing anything. It's just me, unwashed and natural, exactly as you requested."
Then came the final, desperate explosion from the last corner of the room.
"NO! STOP IT! THERE WILL BE NO MORE LICKING!" Yuna shrieked in pure panic. "If... if you're going to lick something else... then... then..."
Her voice dropped to a humiliated whimper.
"...Then you can lick my feet, you damn pervert!"
Makoto follows the sound to get near Yuna's feet, starting to lick and suck her toes.
A sound that is not quite a word, but more of a strangled, high-pitched shriek, erupts from Yuna. "EEEEEEEK! GET OFF! GET OFF ME, YOU FILTHY ANIMAL!" Her foot jerks back as if she's been electrocuted, connecting with his blindfolded face.
"A bit musky and salty. But there's no juice, dog wants some juice..." He snorted and turned away.
"That's disgusting! Your slobber is all over me! And what do you mean, no juice?!" she screeches. "They're feet, you idiot! They're not supposed to have juice! You're the one who asked for this!" Yuna scrambles backwards on the floor, trying to put as much distance between her and his tongue as possible.
"You see?" Mika's voice is a calm purr. She's right beside him again. "The main wife isn't ready to play. She can't provide what you need."
Makoto can feel the soft, almost imperceptible brush of her pubic hair against his cheek. She's kneeling right next to his head, a blatant, shameless offering. "But I am," she whispers. "I'm very, very juicy."
Following Mika's invitation, Makoto turned and slurped at her cunt. He lightly tugged her pubic hair with his mouth, then paused. "This has some extra seaweed. The dog likes it... It's a bit musky and salty. "
A sharp hiss escaped Mika's lips. The unexpected tug on her pubic hair sent a jolt of electrifying pleasure through her. It wasn't gentle, but primal and animalistic.
Exactly what she'd craved.
Her back arched, hands flying down to grip his head, nails digging into his scalp. She wasn't pushing him away but holding him there, grinding herself harder against his mouth.
The "seaweed" comment didn't faze her at all. In the twisted logic of this game, it was the highest form of praise. A confirmation that her natural, unperfumed state was exactly what he desired. It was her victory.
"Yes..." she breathed in a ragged moan. "You're a good boy... Eat it all..."
"He actually likes it natural, I should take some notes," Mika thought with satisfaction.
"SEAWEED?! HE CALLED YOUR CROTCH HAIR SEAWEED, AND YOU'RE GETTING OFF ON IT?!" Yuna's voice could shatter glass from three towns over. She was on her feet now, vibrating with rage. "YOU'RE A DISGUSTING, HAIRY MONSTER! AND YOU!"
She pointed a trembling finger at him. "YOU'RE A PERVERT PIG-DOG WITH BROKEN TASTEBUDS! I'M GOING TO GET A RAZOR! I'M GOING TO SHAVE YOU BOTH BALD!"
"Oh, hush," Ayane purred lazily from the floor. She had managed to sit up, her clothes in disarray, face flushed with post-orgasmic glow. "Don't be a sore loser. Your feet had their chance, but they failed the audition."
She watched Mika's hips buck against his face with almost academic appreciation. "Let the professional show you how it's done."
Makoto kept licking. He rubbed his chin against Mika and ate her out until she climaxed. Her body went completely limp. Deep, shuddering aftershocks wracked her frame. Her nails, which had been digging into his scalp, went slack.
"That was some good food. The dog wants some praise again." He nuzzles his head into her crotch.
Mika's hands began to gently stroke his hair. "You're the best puppy ever," she panted, her voice raw and broken, stripped of its usual calm control. "The most perfect pet..." Her praise was a mantra of pure bliss. She was completely undone, a satisfied wreck on the floor.
A small, strangled sound came from Yuna. It was the sound of a tsundere's pride finally shattering. "Why them and not me?" she thought desperately. "I'm supposed to be the main wife!"
"Fine," she whispered, her voice thick with tears of humiliating defeat. "FINE!"
There was furious rustling of clothes. The sound of a zipper being yanked down with desperate force.
"Do you want some juice?! Is that what you want, you damn pervert dog?!" she sobbed, her voice cracking with rage, jealousy, and a desperate need not to be left out. "Then stop licking that hairy monster and get over here!"
Her voice cracked with humiliation. "There's plenty of juice! So much juice! Now come and drink it before I change my mind, you stupid, fat pervert pig-dog!"
"I can't believe I'm doing this," she thought, even as she prepared herself. "But I'm not losing to them."