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Saddle stepped up to the familiar wooden porch, taking a second to check the time on his phone, and then stepped up to the door. He wasn't as late as he usually was. He clicked the doorbell twice with one of his claws and then leaned against the frame. Looking back out to the lawn, shadowed by the moon, he saw a Saturn, his own car, two Fords and a Toyota. He was still the last one there, as always.

The door opened and Saddle turned his head, waving his tail just a tad. A Husky was holding the handle, with a satisfied smile plastered on his muzzle. His name was Ben, or at least, that's the name he went by. One said "hullo," and the other said "hey," before Saddle walked across the threshold. Ben held the door wide open, and closed it tight when Saddle had slid in.

The house inside was painted with soft yellows and whites. There wasn't a lot of furniture, and what little furniture there was had been kept almost surgically clean. It was Ben's house but Saddle still walked ahead, taking the first right, and then a left into the livingroom, where two other furs happily greeted him.

Sitting on the couch was Lucky, the skinniest of the four. He had long orange fur that bunched up under his cargo shorts, and his nose was just a little bigger than the average Fox's. Then there was Barn, a less than average sized Tiger, who was digging into one of the pizza boxes on the coffee table. He kept his fur trimmed short, which accentuated his muscles but also made his tail look awkwardly small. Saddle hopped on the couch next to Lucky and shook his paw. Saddle was thicker than Lucky or Barn, and his scales didn't hide it well. His snout always had a relaxed expression on it. Then Ben sat next to Saddle, who's body was comparably thick, but covered in glossy black and brown fur. His blue eyes stood out from his muzzle.

They lounged on the couch eating for a little over an our, chewing and taking turns talking. Lucky had finally put down the last payment on his Toyota, which Barn thought was funny, because he had his first accident that week too. It was just a fender-bender, but his insurance went up twenty percent, and it "wasn't even his fault." Ben, the oldest, just mentioned the football game last Sunday. Saddle couldn't think of much to talk about besides the all-nighter he pulled last Tuesday to finish a last minute paper.

While they were still talking, Ben checked his watch, and then left the room. A few minutes later, he came back with with four beers and a top hat, which he held upside down. Barn, Lucky, and Saddle all looked eagerly at him as he put the drinks and hat down on the coffee table. Barn took a bottle and handed it to Lucky, and then took one for himself, each twisting off the caps. After Saddle took a bottle, Ben opened the last bottle on the table for himself. He took the top hat and shook it, something rattling inside it.

"Who's going first?" Ben asked, holding the hat out in front of the others.

Lucky threw his paw into the hat and pulled out a white tablet, round, and dropped it into his bottle. Barn did the same thing, his skinny tail shaking as he dropped the tablet into his bottle. Saddle closed his eyes before reaching into the hat, as if it were necessary, and grabbed a third white tablet. Ben took the last tablet out, and then threw the empty hat back on the table. They each grabbed their beer and bumped them all together, before roaring out:

"Cheers!"

Saddle didn't know exactly how long this little club had existed, he never asked. This was his sixth Saturday attending, though. He had done this five times, but still had never gotten the real tablet.

He remembered the first Saturday. He was incredibly nervous, claws and tail quivering, and thankfully it was actually Ben who had taken the real tablet that time. Lucky had gotten the real one the second and third Saturday. The four of them made jokes about the irony of his name afterwards. The fourth Saturday it was Barn, and then last Saturday it was Ben again. Saddle had been wondering if he'd ever get it.

The four of them finished their beers at once, although it took Lucky two tries. Saddle sat, waiting with the rest of them. Everyone one looked at the other, with goofy smiles, waiting for someone to fall. Barn leaned back, and all eyes turned to him, wooping, but he just sneezed, and the other three let out an "aww."

Saddle kept checking himself while he waited. It was hard to tell; just the placebo alone made you light heading, cold, and a little nauseous. Saddle's eyes did feel heavier, and he was breathing slowly, and felt more strange than he usually did. Even more strange than the first Saturday, when he had been so nervous. His head tilted, his eyes sliding down. The last thing he saw was Ben, Barn, and Lucky turning towards him. As he laid on the couch he felt them jumping around him and giggling.

"Saddle's it!" "Tickle him!" "Lemm'e have his pants!"

While they were crowding him, shouting, Saddle lost himself.

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Saddle opened his eyes to darkness. Something fuzzy and red was wrapped around his head, covering his eyes. There was another strap that when around his muzzle. He could feel stuff stuck around his back teeth, which made his hard to move his jaw, and he had a rubber ball in his maw that couldn't help but suck on. He was on all fours, with his muzzle resting inbetween his claws, which to him felt like they were wrapped in boxing gloves. He tried moving his individual phalanges and couldn't. There were rubber balls tied in the crooks of his elbows, which locked them in a bent position. He had a harness tied tightly around his chest, and he felt a leash hanging off it to his side. His tail was pulled back and tied to the back of his harness, exposing his rear. There were rubber balls tied again behind the crooks of his knees. The only other clothing on him was a modified jock strap, which only covered his slit and balls with tight leather.

Saddle had seen what he looks like from the outside, five times, but didn't know until now what it had felt like. He tried to move but he could only squirm, his bindings resisting him. When he tried shifting his hips he felt pressure inside his rear, pushing on his prostate, and then he felt the tip of his member press against the leather jock strap. Then he heard pads hitting the floor, and he felt his leash being lifted up and pulled.

Saddle's harness pulled him up onto his knees, with his arms held to his chest, bent in a begging position. His mouth was open, sucking on the rubber ball. A fluffy paw pat him on the head, and then started rubbing, sliding down from his neck, to his nipples, to his stomach, and to his ass. After a few squeezes, the paw slid to the strap over his crotch, rubbing firmly, until Saddle's cock slid from his slit and was sliding around under the leather, lubricating itself.

Saddle was purring into the ball. He knew it was Ben's paw. He knew he was in the basement, on the red rug with white diamond patterns, with Barn and Lucky watching and stroking themselves off. He couldn't see it, though, and the anxiety that it made let his heart beat faster.

The paw moved back behind his ass and rubbed his hole, which was already wet with lube. When soft fingers started sliding into him, Saddle felt them press against something that was already inside him. The fingers twisted around it, farther, until they caught a grip and pulled it out with relief. Saddle felt Ben's chest leaning against his bent back tail. One paw pulled the rubber ball out of his muzzle, and then the other put a warm, dripping wet ball in. Saddle couldn't help but suck the taste off it. It had a waxy sweet flavor.

Saddle felt Ben step away, still holding the leash, and heard more pads hitting the floor. He couldn't see, but he felt someone standing in front of him. The fur stepped closer and put a paw behind Saddle's head. The paw pulled Saddle's muzzle into a fluffy crotch. He nuzzled the fur with his nose, and the figure rubbed his sheath up and down Saddle's muzzle. Every time he inhaled, musk and fur filled his nostrils. It was fluffy and wool soft fur, definitely Lucky's.

The paw pulled the ball from Saddle's muzzle, leaving his jaw held open by the restraints in the back of his mouth. Saddle's snout was pushed into the sheath again, where he could smell Lucky's member sliding out. The paw tilted his head up and put the tip of Lucky's cock into his open maw. A salty flavor filled his mouth as the paw fully unsheathed the member. His tongue wrapped around it, suckling it immediately. Lucky let out a moan as he went almost to the back of Saddle's throat.

Lucky was humping gently into Saddle's mouth. His tongue massaged under Lucky's member, lapping the taste and musk from each curve. Saddle was just barely enjoying it when the cock slid out of his maw, and Lucky backed away. For a moment, He stood in limbo, mouth open and paws up on his knees, seeing and hearing nothing. Then a paw came down on his back, shoving him onto the floor once again. He caught himself on his bounded elbows, feeling paws begin to fondle his rear, fingers sliding into his wet rectum.

A new odor was brought to Saddle's muzzle, something thicker than Lucky's. It was unmistakably Barn's smell. It came closer as wet, pungeant fur rubbed against his nose. Barn's member was already thick in its sheath; Saddle imagined that he had stood back, playing with himself while watching. Two sharp clawed paws squeezed behind Saddle's neck, pulling against the scales. The tip of Barn's penis thrust into his gaping maw, dripping as soon as it entered. Slightly sharp barbs brushed against his tongue, softly scraping.

The Husky's two fingers pulled out of him from the knuckles, and then a long, slightly knotted cock was pressed into Saddle's rear. Ben slid his length up and down before pressing the tip into Saddle's rim. Ben slid himself in loosely. Saddle moaned into Barn's cock. The two humped in sync and bounced Saddle back and forth. Saddle swallowed as drips of pre sunk into the back of his throat and tightened himself against Ben's knot, which felt hard every time it smacked him.

Saddle lost focus on his surroundings. He couldn't feel his restraints or the carpet underneath him; he couldn't hear the walls or pawsteps. Instead, he felt his rear and his maw; he hear sloshing and suction. That's why, when Barn pulled out of his mouth, Saddle was surprised to find two shafts pressed against the side of his muzzle. Both cocks were pressed into his maw, his tongue sandwhich between. Four paws pushed his head back and forth, and two more paws were squeezing his waist. Ben thrust further, squeezing his hard knot against Saddle, harder with each thrust, until it snapped in. Saddle clenched all his muscles, pulling every restraint tight as he moaned into Barn and Lucky's twin members.

Saddle's rear and tail shivered while Ben spooned him with his knot. Cum was dripping out from from the cracks of Saddles leather jockstrap. Barn and Lucky pulled their cocks out and began to stroke them, pulling Saddle's open mouth up underneath them. Their strokes coaxed small amounts of pre onto his tongue, and then, with audible moans, he felt hotter streams of semen drop into his maw. The salty taste dropped onto his muzzle, his teeth, and his tongue. When they were finished, Barn and Lucky rubbed and slapped his muzzle with their cocks.

While Ben was letting himself drip into Saddle, The Fox and the Tiger fondled Saddle some more. Barn licked the cum off his muzzle while Lucky stuck his long nose in his wet crotch. Ben tugged his knot periodically, until one time he tugged and his length fell out, dripping down Saddle's legs and onto the carpet. Saddle and the three of them sat for a few seconds, breathing in silence.

Saddle felt alone again in the darkness. The other three stood up and padded around a little. He heard the sound of pouring water on the other side of the room, and then something hard dully hit the ground. He tipped his nose down towards it, cold water wetting his muzzle. He lapped water from the plastic bowl, drinking as much and as fast as he could through his muzzle restraints. He heard pads stepping up a flight of stairs behind the sound of slapping water. Saddle knew they were going up to get their own drinks.

He lapped up more water from the bowl. They'd do this at least two more times before the night was over.