Ostentatious Generosity Ch. 01

"Yeah, he does that a lot when he's bored."

"When he's bored. Right." Sonny couldn't help but sigh internally. He could never understand the mental gymnastics the extremely rich must go through to justify such conspicuous consumption. "Just how much money does this guy have?"

"Trust me: Enough. And this is no prop." She said as she approached the device. To the right of it was the podium that had an array of buttons—Made of diamond. A gold podium with diamond buttons. Of course. Is there anything he owns that DOESNT have some form of diamond on it?—that controlled the machine in front of it. With a few simple button presses from the sister, the ornate platform comes to life, the floor glowing with a soft, white hue. Guided onto the podium by the curvy twins and their bodyguard, the light quickly envelops them all, and Sonny feels an odd, tingling sensation like his entire body was being pulled into the lucent bloom.

Before the coyote could so much as yelp in shock, entire worlds and galaxies whiz by him, a blur of the colorful cosmos blazing by at an accelerating rate. Stars and planets become like lights on a passing highway, lightyears of distance achieved in seconds. And as soon as it happened, it ended; the floating sensation was gone, and he felt the solid surface of the platform he was on just a minute ago once again.

Feeling slightly lightheaded from the experience, Sonny gets off the teleporter as he tries to find his bearings. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust from the bright beams of the machines mass-transporting technology. Once they do, he was greeted with what can only be considered an extravagant sight, straight out of science fiction and fantasy.

The first thing he noticed was just how incomprehensible the sheer space he stepped into. Sonny was inside a lounge room large enough to contain an entire four-bedroom house, with far too much room to spare. Beneath Sonny's feet, the floor was a chessboard pattern of meter long tiles, of which white plates were carved of smooth pearl, the ebony slates a glossy stone of flawless onyx. Above, an exorbitant, golden chandelier hung in a dazzling display, large enough to barely fit in an apartment room. Countless diamonds glitter with their incandescent brilliance under its many rows of gilded rings. Of any of them, even the smallest were bigger than most people's heads.

After straining one's neck to see the ceiling of which this audacious, shimmering decoration hung from was a beautiful, if extremely lewd painting depicting a biblical orgy of women floating upon a sea of clouds. The curvaceous females were performing a myriad of erotic acts, some alone, most with two women or more, but each wearing the same expression of sexual pleasure that had reached a cataclysmic crescendo. Sonny had to tear his eyes from such a gratuitous composition, for had his gaze lingered too long on the erotic canvas, he could have sworn he heard a cacophony of orgasmic moans that could have shattered the heavens themselves, such was the paintings vividness and shocking attention detail.

In the middle of the room, beneath the glimmering chandelier, sat two large, golden sofas, an assortment of fist-sized gems of various colors embedded in their frames and lush, red leather padding as cushions and arm rest. A large rug, also crimson in color, laid under the chairs, one of such fine silk that Sonny didn't dare think of how expensive a mere inch of it could be, much less the entire thing. Upon this tapestry of luxury was a vast sum of money stacked like a mountain of leaves on a cool autumn day. One could have flopped onto this hill of cash, and with the sheer volume of dollar bills laid out on the floor, they wouldn't have hurt themselves, even if they landed face first in it.

However, what could have been an even more astonishing sight was not the luxuries of a massive lounge room, but instead the breath-taking view just outside its tall windows. A single sparkling pool, large enough to swallow an entire football stadium with room to spare, served as little more than a back porch for the impossibly extravagant mansion. A golden bannister guarded the edge of this alabaster balcony, leading to a majestic view of gorgeous, fertile valley. It was a lovely scene, seemingly straight out of the painting of a science fiction artist, of verdant forests and clear rivers that surrounded the base of two mighty, snowcapped mountains. But what set this picturesque landscape apart was what practically took up half the horizon; blocking a large portion of what little space Sonny could see were two enormous planets.

To the east, and filling a quarter of the horizon at that, was a hazy red planet that slowly churned with smoldering clouds, a shining amber ring surrounding the cosmic orb as it slowly sets. Its opposite sister, further in the distant solar system, was a quiet teal sphere, a planet that seemed to be of only water, floated harmlessly like a full moon, its timid rise still dominating a sizable display of the horizon. Two planets that were either massive in size, or extremely close to the one he was on now, or some combination of the two, was facing him upon the horizon of some guys wealthy mansion. At this point Sonny was so deep in this bizarre new world of ridiculous wealth that he didn't question it.

Still, Sonny would have been awe struck by any one of these things, be it the glittering gold and rare gems, the majestic view outside, or even the colossal conglomeration of currency on the floor. Most bets would probably have succeeded if they choose the money on the floor. But an even more grand sight had taken the anthros' eyes and glued them to it. Something so mind blowing that he still could not register exactly what he was seeing.

It was a pallet.

Of course, it wasn't the pallet itself. No one would be left at a stupor over a pallet. Granted, it was, like everything in the room, gaudy and ostentatious. A golden, finely crafted pallet, one could admit. Professional craftsmanship and what have you. But no, it was what was on top of said pallet that would forever change Sonny's life, for it was a stack of cash so large, so piled on high in its neat order that no person could ever hope to carry it. Having the length and width of a two king sized beds together, and stacked so high that it could reach Sonnys chin, and he was nearly six feet himself, was rows upon rows of mint dollar bills.

And in front of this monumental mountain of money, was a platinum plaster that was engraved with words Sonny never even dreamed of reading:

$50,000,000,000

FOR SONNY

Fifty. Billion. Dollars.

Sonny squinted at the plaque, his mind not really registering what his eyes was seeing. But once the revelation finally processed in his mind, it hit him like a freight train. Eyes almost as wide as his jaw was slacked, the coyote slowly approached the stack of cash, almost neglecting that he was stepping on the bed of millions littering the floor. "This can't be real." He murmured as his hands reaches for one of the tightly wrapped wads of banknotes. It was heavy and thick in his palm, with countless number of mint, hundred dollar bills sliding across his thumb as he flipped through them.

"Oh, it's all real." Said a masculine, but kind voice some distance behind him. "And all for the Fireball. Fireball is what they call you, right?"

When Sonny turned around to see who spoke, and once again the coyote learned that the wealthy have no limits to how far they are willing to go to flaunt their wealth. Stepping off of the teleporter was two people, the first being a brown skinned young man with short, black hair. His face was smooth, besides a trimmed goatee that encircled his mouth and covered his chin. Perfectly normal, if not for the glittering gold suit that adorned his slender figure.

Not one inch of what this person was wearing anything but expensive. The suit jacket and pants was truly made out of the rare material, and even the shoes glittered with golden brilliance. He was wearing the net worth of millions of average citizens combined into her very fabric of clothing. Sonny was surprised that this rich stranger didn't have his eyes of gold, instead of the plain dark brown he had for irises. Whoever this wealthy person was, he certainly wasn't the close friend that Sonny was expecting to meet.

"You're...you're not Lanif?" Sonny said, not really sure himself if that statement was true.

"Oh, but I am! Not exactly your unicorn friend, specifically. That would be Lanif of universe Three-One-Seven-Three. I'm a little something different entirely."

Sonny could only look at him confused, and the gold suited man shrugged. "It's tricky, and I don't think you have time to listen to the semantics of multiverses and timelines. Not when it's time for our little game." Lanif smiled. It should have been a smug smile, being the sheer amount of clout this guy potentially had, but this man's grin was calming. Loving, even, able to put the coyote at ease, as if his very smile said 'I'll take care of you. Don't worry about a thing'. His presence felt similar to Sonny like his unicorn friend, kind and warm, only with an air of luxury and grace to set him apart from the feeling of familiarity he had with the unicorn Lanif.

Next to Lanif, and clinging almost obsessively around his arm was a woman who looked straight out of a comic book. Her skin was of albino complexation, and while she wasn't nearly as busty as the Lexis Twins, this strange young girl had curves enough in all the right places despite looking barely twenty years of age. Light blond hair was tied up in two high ponytails on the side of her head, the tips dyed pink on the right side, and blue on the other. Bright blue irises twinkled with a hint of a hidden psycho within, the color brought out by the conflicting eyeshadow done in the same color as her dyed hair, pink around one eye and blue on the other. Thick, bee-stung lips were glossy with the coat of blood red lipstick, and for some reason never seemed too far away from Lanif's face or neck with smiling kisses to deliver. Further exaggerating the colorful appearance of this woman was her choice of attire.

In stark contrast to Lanif's formal, if eccentric outfit, the clothing this schoolgirl-like stranger was more akin to something off the streets. One couldn't even be blamed for making the shallow assumption that the girl was trying to cosplay a prostitue. Tight, glittering latex shorts that would even make Daisy Duke blush snuggle the wide hips of the lady, with blue on one half of the outfit and red on the other side. Fishnet stockings cling to the exposed long legs of the girl, ending in white and black footwear that was a mix between sneakers and boots with red, six-inch heels. A torn up white top showed off her fit figure, with the words 'Daddy's Lil Monster' printed on the front, and a shimmering jacket of, of course, red and blue was worn over it. If the lettering on her gold chocker was anything to go buy, Sonny assumed her name was Hayley, which did sound familiar, yet somehow wrong at the same time...

As Lanif stepped toward Sonny and the pornstars, he gently kissed the hands of the twins, as Hayley hugs them both, the latter preferring more provocative kisses upon their lips.

"I hope the girls were accommodating, Sonny?" The former said, taking a seat on the squishy leather seat of the left golden sofa. The colorful street girl was quick to take her seat on the rich mans lap, snuggling him up close as her thick rear playfully nests against his crotch.

"Oh, very accommodating, and then some..." replied the coyote, his face red as the Lexis twins giggle at his flustered response, both of them giving the warm canine anthro a loving hug as he was guided to the narrower, throne-like golden chair on the right. The lustful bimbo twins shared a seat on Sonny's lap, playing teasing him with either scratches on his ears or idle strokes against the still throbbing bulge in his pants. The bodyguard Jasmine leans in from behind the seat he was on, further toying with the coyote's arousal by resting her immense breasts on top of his head with a wobbling squish, enjoying the erotic display of the twins beneath her.

"Are all ya' friends this cute, Mistah L?" Hayley teased as she gave a kiss to Lanif's cheek, passing a wink to the already blushing Sonny. Her voice was high pitched and childlike, broken syllables layered with a Brooklyn accent so thick that the canine wondered if some would find it grating. In response, the black man squeezed that tight, firm rear of the girl, making her moan slightly before she closed those lips around his neck, sucking on him lustfully as he continued to grope her. Sonny could tell those two had a very playful, albeit weird relationship to each other. But something else was on his mind besides the complex history of the interracial couple.

"Listen, all this attention is great and all," He said cautiously, at least when he could between getting kisses from the twins. "But what exactly is going on here? Mansions? Different planets? Sexy twins? A huge pile of money for me? This is a little hard to process so suddenly!" As if in response, Vivian smirks and slides between his legs, unzipping his pants to have a go at that juicy shaft of his. Sucking in slow, loving slurps and grinding her tonged around his sensitive head, it was getting hard for Sonny to voice his concerns while he was moaning in pleasure.

Lanif took this moment to reply, keeping his gentle smile as if such sexual debauchery going on in front of him was completely casual. "Like I said from the message I sent you, I wanted you here for a sexy game. The fifty billion over here is just a welcoming gift; some throwaway cash that was taking up space, and there is no more room in the banks in the galaxy for me to store it, so I'm giving it to you. I have much more for you where that came from. It was either that or build another home out of money, and I got bored after making the fifth palace out of leftover thousand-dollar bills."

"Yeah, my Puddin's really rich!" Chimed in Hayley with a giggle, gently scratching Lanif's head as she rests her own against his shoulder. "I mean, it's not like ya' couldn't tell, with the mansions an' gold an' diamonds and whatevah'. You see those two planets ova' there? He bought em' for me! They match my hair dye, don't they?" She idly twirls a finger around one of her aforementioned pony tails with a giggle as Lanif continues.

"So, this little amount is yours no matter what. In fact, for agreeing to come here, I'll throw in a gift of one hundred million." Sonny would have been slack jawed again from the sudden donation, if not for his mouth being occupied with the lips of a porn star "But there's a catch; I want to make my donation a little more fun. The ladies around weren't just here for escorting you to my little abode."

Here we go, Sonny thought, even as he started to melt to the affections of all the women around him. Always a catch. I knew this was too good to be-

"I want you to fuck these lovely pornstars."

What.

"And their guard too."

What?

"Oh, and every time you cum, I'll double the donation."

WHAT!?

Lanif loving expression didn't change once, but Sonny was once again having his mind explode from such a proposition. Of course, this was before his own cock did the same inside Vivian's mouth due to the shock, and no small effort of her oral skill of course. The pent up pleasure from all the teasing he suffered in the limosine was released in a thick wad of hot, creamy fluid, which the sister easily swallowed, even going to far as to gently massage his balls to coax out every last drop as she slurped on his shaft.

"That's a good start." The black man grinned. "Two hundred million it is.~" With a snap of his fingers, the painted ceiling of orgasms opened up, and a shower of money rained its green bills all over the group like a confetti of currency. A large TV monitor, over one hundred inches in dimension and encrusted with glittering gems, also slowly descended above the neat stack of money, displaying Sonny's name, and the $200,000,000 he just won. "Every orgasm doubles it, like I said. Two hundred million to four hundred. Four hundred to Eight. Eight to Sixteen, to Thirty-Two, to Sixty-Four and so on and so forth, until you can't fuck anymore."

Sonny was completely lost between the confusion of his bizzare surroundings, pleasure from the beautiful women, and excitement from the motherload of money that just keeps appearing out of nowhere thanks to this strange man in gold. This was becoming a bit too much for his mind to process, and with great effort, he tore away from the lustful lips of Melody to ask The Big Question. It would have been named The Million-Dollar Question, but Sonny felt such a Question would have had feelings of insecurity compared to this guy.

"Why!? Why me!? This is WAY too much money!"

This time it was Lanif's turn to blush. "All I can say is that it's because you are a good friend to that Lanif, the 3173 version. And because..." He smirks as he looks Sonny directly in his fiery eyes. "...you're my sweet Doggiebutt.~"

Sonny gasped. No one ever called him by that secret nickname before. No one but his Lanif. So this guy must have been telling the truth about the alternate worlds thing, and he just happens to be a ludicrously wealthy Lanif that likes to spend and give money generously. This was still a little confusing, but at least he was starting to get the context of the situation. Starting to somewhat catch on to Lanif's sexy, odd gift, he lets himself go, falling into that lustful desire that's been building up ever since the ride with these sexy bimbo stars.

For a moment, Sonny enjoyed sharing deep, tonging kiss from the more feminine Melody, who couldn't keep her hands off his toned, hard abs. Her soft lips embraced his own in a marriage of oral matrimony, her tongue pushing deep into his mouth and nearly coiling his. By the time she finally released the kiss, a thin trail of saliva formed a bridge between the two horny couple. But first, before he enjoyed the services of the famous twin porn stars he wanted to get back against the teasing bodyguard.

Reaching above his head, he brings Jasmines closer to him, catching her by surprise as he buried his tongue deep into her mouth. "I want Jasmine, first." Said the coyote after breaking the kiss, making the guard blush. Although she did have her fans in the fighting arena where she dominated, he never expected anyone to like her over the more famous, and more sexual skillful twins.

"Oh, looks like someone likes his chocolate!" Melody said, getting up along with Vivian to let Jasmine take Sonny by the hand to the bed of money on the floor. Her thick rear wobbled teasingly in front of him as her wide hips swayed left and right.

"Who doesn't, tho'~" Replied Hayley, hugging her sweetheart even tighter, as impossible as it seemed from her obsessive clinging.

Now on her knees, Jasmine wiggles her hips at the blushing Sonny, coaxing him over as she uses her fingers to spread the lips of her pussy wide open. The coyote needed no more incentive. Stripping out of his clothing, he was quick to pounce on that juicy booty and drive his hard, hot shaft deep inside her, making the curvy bodyguard moan in pleasure. All eight inches of his throbbing meat felt like a warm rod, heating up her walls with his meaty girth. But such intense heat didn't feel at all painful to her, no. Instead the steaming cock brought her great pleasure as he started to thrust into the chocolate goddess, melting her into a nearly orgasmic ecstasy. His hips crashed against the fat cheeks of Jasmine, ramming every inch of his hung self into her as his hands groped those juicy cheeks. The softness and sheer size of her ass causes his fingers to sink into the flesh quite a bit, feeling like soft pillows all around his digits.