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Muscular wolf Lugo Perry-Davis stared at the gold-titanium band wrapped around his thick left ring finger as he listened to two clients argue: one from Germany, the other from Saudi Arabia.

This was going to be a big deal between the two countries; the German car company Awoodi wanted to air a commercial with hot vixenistas wearing bibs that barely covered their breasts and Awoodi-stamped diapers while they washed a brand new Awoodi V11V Quattro-Cinco supercar. They'd get into a suds fight, tear each others' bibs off; a wolf girl would dump out a wash bucket then bend a goat girl over it and start milking her.

Two snake ladies with big, oily scaly tits would capture a horse girl and stick a hose down the front of her diaper, filling it until it fell to the floor.

Plot twist, the horse girl had a cock, then they'd put the hose up her ass and give her an enema.

It made Lugo hot just thinking of it, his office pants crinkling as his heavy red canine cock pushed his trousers and diaper almost a foot up to push against the underside of his desk.

Goat girl would then feed wolf girl her milk, splashing milk all over her tits as wolf girl messed her diaper. They'd have a mic and camera right on the wolf's diaper as she farted, splurched, and bulged it downward.

Then wolf girl would waddle on over to horse girl and slip the horse cock down the front of her diaper. Belly bulging, horse girl would rinse off the Awoodi V11V QC with a gushing rectal spray as her cock pissed into wolf girl's diaper, filling it until it fell on the ground with a messy splat, flinging piss and wet feces onto the car's door.

The girls would all laugh and then get to washing the car again.

Slogan of the commercial would be, "Awoodi: full of hidden, forbidden pleasure."

Problem was, the Saudi, an Arabian leopard Prince named Jazeem Al-Abou Tit, wanted all the women in burqas as per his tradition (which was fine, they were the customer), but even with plastic see-through burqas, the girls couldn't get each other messy.

That and horse girl with the cock had to go.

"It is fine for women to be pissing and shitting on each other, but sodomy is against our prophet!" complained Prince Al-Abou Tit.

"How about we edit horse-girl's breasts out?" Lugo said. "Then it's just a male ... with an hourglass figure ... having fun with a bunch of sluts."

"No. I am hooked to the pairing of the fat horse breasts and the cock," interrupted the German Awoodi rep, a ram named Dieter Stein, "just so many dangly bits to latch onto, squeeze, and suck!"

Lugo's trouser mountain crinkled as he groped himself. His crotch grew hot as he flooded his diaper, urine streaming over his tennis-sized wolf balls before soaking into the padding and inflating the groin of his pants.

There was no hiding he was padded now: his pants around the pelvis just looked like a fabric diaper with a zipper fly and pockets.

"I will not tolerate such depravity in my country!" snarled Jazeem.

"Depravity would be taking it out!" bleated the ram from Awoodi, "A tooth knocked out of a perfect smile. The cock represents the hidden pleasures we are unaware of!"

"Fornication with a man's anus will lead straight to a hell covered in the same feces that your cock is!"

Lugo sighed. Homophobia was one thing, but hating the majesty of horse cock was beyond the pale.

Still, this was a fifty-million dollar series of commercials, to be aired at the World Cup finals hosted in Saudi Arabia. The sequel might have the Awoodi car itself grow tits and a cock and fuck one of the girls in the ass while it lactated oil all over her.

Strange, yes, but Lugo was lying if that ram from Awoodi shared the same maniac tastes as his employer, Ferris-Chalmpers.

Lugo said to the ram, "Look, Mr. Stein, I know that your commission is, to you, an artistic masterpiece, but unless you're footing the bill yourself, we are going to have to come to a consensus with Mr. Al-Abou Tit."

"Prince Al-Abou Tit!" the leopard yowled.

"The commercial will not work without horse cock!" bleated the ram.

"There will be no commercial!" yelled the Prince. "Ferris-Chalmpers, you are fired. I will have my slaves--I mean my servants--film something and then Awoodi will put their brand name on it!"

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Perry-Davis," sighed Mr. Stein, "we tried. Perhaps our endeavor will find a less bigoted and cretinous public!"

"I will kill your children!" shouted the Prince.

"Give yourself an oil enema and die!" shouted Mr. Stein.

A series of cracks blasted through the phone as Stein and Al-Abou Tit smashed their phones back into the cradles.

Lugo's fur stood on edge. He was an excellent sales representative, and Evanstrom would understand that he tried his best.

He'd have to! But this was fifty million dollars, and Evan might still tell him, in weaselly passive-aggressive implications, that he could have appealed to the leopard Prince's ego more and ordered ram Stein's art to go in a different direction.

Lugo slumped back in his chair, his pants swollen like a balloon, heavy as a bowling ball, as he finished emptying his huge wolf bladder.

He thought of consoling himself by also dumping a load of hot, fresh wolf dirt into his britches, but nothing had made it through yet.

A headache came on and Lugo crunched some Tykenol. He stared out at his massive office floor: this was the "executive" level of sales reps, a real shark tank of the best and brightest. These kind of deals were not altogether uncommon. Furs just like Lugo furiously hunched over their desks, working out deals with all sorts of clients all over the world, Princes and Presidents, Executives and Tyrants, Rabbis and Imams, for F-C's special brand of zippy and utterly depraved advertising flair.

Just last year they were creative consultants for a Seven Deadly Sins movie that seemed to be against the excesses of anthro-kind, but all in all was a vehicle for pornographic actions for everything short of hard vore, snuff, gang rape, pedaresty, and footpaw fetish.

It was released in Russia, the Middle East, and Los Angeles.

Even when Ferris-Chalmpers tried to be vanilla, it was still something outta left-field, such as a charity drive for Salvation Army, but instead of the red donation buckets and the hand bells, it was a red donation diaper with a bell hanging from the collector's tail.

The collectors were never told they probably shouldn't use their diapers.

The worst collectors, therefore, got to clean all the collected money.

Lugo had fucked up that year and had a shitload of cash to clean. He complained, "I dunno what's dirtier, the diapers or the money."

Fun times.

Lugo shrugged and stood in his cubicle, removed his pants, then ripped his tapes off his diaper.

He set the heavy, sodden garment on his office chair, wiped his rump, undercarriage, nuts, and still-erect shaft, then tossed the wipes in the dipe and rolled it up.

He tossed the fat underwear roll in his wastebasket, completely filling it.

Bottomless, the wolf opened a file cabinet drawer full of disposable diapers, cloth diapers, and folded boxer briefs.

The wolf checked his watch--almost quitting time--and stepped into a red pair of plain-jane undies.

"Perry!" Evanstrom roared.

Lugo yelped, stumbling with his undies around his knees. A shot of pre jetted out from his exposed cock and streaked the computer screen.

The tiger Evanstrom, their boss, stomped down his row, his two bluetooth ear-tags going off like crazy as an Arabian and a German accent shrieked into both his ears, sounding like the leopard was literally murdering the ram, but the ram was fighting valiantly and had bashed the leopard's jaw to dust with his horns.

Evanstrom had once been almost as muscular as Lugo; the two had been gym buddies, seen each other's packages and tailholes lots of times, but had never fucked until diapers and scat got involved.

Now Evan had a big tiger belly on him, and it wasn't unattractive: actually, the way it filled out his white shirt like a big balloon was simultaneously comforting and sexy.

Evan would be an excellent tiger daddy if he wasn't such a cock.

The tiger tapped the headset on his left. "I'll call you later, Your Highness. Yes, the commercial will be made, as per your specifications."

Then the right. "Dieter, I'll talk to the Prime Minister to see if we can't Germany's obscenity laws reduced. After all, your version of the commercial is about freedom and self-expression. We wouldn't want the PM to be guilty of diaperphobia, coprophobia, coulrophobia, or whatever else twists the public's tits. The Awoodi brand is going to be big. Big as those American Apogee diapers you love so much. What? Oh, yes, I recognized you at that party. The gimp mask didn't hide your horns. I don't know what was more loaded: you or the diaper!"

Evan rested his paws on the wall of Lugo's cubicle. The wolf was still half-dressed, boxer-briefs pulled up to his shaft, which was still hard and poking past the waistband.

"Lugo, sport, we have been friends, crewmates, even, for many years. As crewmates, as part of a pack, in your wolf-terms."

"M-my wolf terms?"

The tiger waved his paw. "I'm just trying to be culturally sensitive. I've just taken time out of my day, at my pay level--which means stress level--to deal with a run-of-the-mill multimillion commercial series deal. Do you know what it means to be a member of a crew?"

The wolf's ears fell; his cock receded inside its sheath. Evan kept looking down at his package; Lugo pulled his underwear over it and closed his hanging shirt tails.

"I know what it means to have team members that respect me." Lugo said. His fists started to shake and his eyes grew wet.

Office workers looked at the commotion, then just as quickly looked away.

"Exactly," said Evan, "and so here I am dealing with a little car commercial while I have Yeetflix waiting on me to collaborate on an ABDL rom-com that appeals to Neo-Liberal, Classic Liberal, and Victorian ideologies--"

Just like the days at fraternity, Lugo thought.

Stand in the middle of your peers, with your pants around your ankles, while the Chapter Head dresses you down, telling you what a worthless worm you are.

"--and then we have Incontinent Student Bodies, that old piece of work, to be adapted into a movie trilogy and ... Are you actually crying, Lugo? Really?"

"I've been under a lot of stress."

Evan took a long breath, then clasped his paws together and rested them on his belly. "We here at Ferris-Chalmpers understand that in the fast-paced competitive corporate world of market research and advertising--"

Evan went on and on. This was the same Anthro Resources Company Mission Statement prattle that was on the inside page of every manual.

It basically said, "We're going to work your ass into the ground and we'll pay you enough that you're hesitant to change companies. The work never stops, and it's the nature of the corporate culture that you might be replaced, maybe, in making diaper porn by some bare-pawed minor in China or India if it weren't for those pesky child labor and other laws."

"--and really, I'm not sure what could be stressing you out, Lugo, I can't. You've married the love of your life, you drive a ... decent car ... and you work for a company that allows self-expression such as..."

Evan pointed to the wastebasket full of a wadded, swollen adult diaper.

"Such as that."

Lugo felt a couple of tears drip on his shirt. "Tell me, Evan, what is so easy about finding a consensus between a German scat enthusiast and a Saudi Prince that finds everything religiously offensive?"

"Lugo, you've been in the business long as me and--"

"I've made this company twenty-five million dollars this week alone," Lugo growled, "I've got billboards up and down the coast for Eau de Toilet: Deep Colon."

"And yet you could have had another fifty," Evan said. "We are paying for your mistakes."

Lugo yanked his pants off his ankles, folded them over his arm, then stormed out of the office, hiding his wet face in his trousers.

~~~

"Lugo, bro, hey!" a coyote called out. Lugo was in the parking garage, alternating between howling and crying into his folded trousers.

The concrete was cold against his ass, only covered by a pair of boxer-briefs.

Wesley jogged over to him. The coyote was already wearing nothing but leather chaps, a fat black diaper with "Howly-Dabbison" motorcycle print, a vest and a harness.

Kyrie the fennec held his leash, running herself in a bright red latex suit that had zippers around the crotch and breasts. She carried a riding crop. A small clear plastic tube ran from Kyrie's crotch, up her arm, and connected to the leash. The tube continued from Wes's collar down the back of his diaper, ending in a hidden butt plug.

Behind Wes and Kyrie was Lasmo the shark dressed in a football jersey and three jockstraps: one for each of his hemi-penes, and one against his tailhole for, ahem, poop-socking.

Rounding out the group was Sahasrala, a pink female skink from Anthro Resources. She'd discovered their Crew from the numerous indecency complaints she'd received, and was nice, if new.

Bless her, she was wearing a cheerleading uniform and a store-bought generic diaper. It reminded Lugo of his first weekend with Kioga.

"Dude, I heard about that Awoodi deal almost blowing up," Wes said.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"No, chief, I mean holy hell, you tried your best! Sheesh, for such a diaper-positive company, F-C sure isn't compassionate about shitting the bed."

The wolf gave Wes a tired glare. "It's good to see you again, bud. You guys going out?"

"Yeah, there's this really nice restaurant that has high-chair seating and you can hire a waiter to feed you!"

Kyrie whacked Wes's padded butt with her riding crop. "That's what I'm doing, puppy."

Wesley yiped and jumped, but he couldn't help but smile. "You wanna go?" Wes asked Lugo. "Kyrie and I have a big announcement!"

"Congratulations on whatever it is," said the wolf with a pained smile. "No, I got a sick kitty at home, remember? Key's had a thunderstorm couple of days."

Kyrie's shoulders slumped and Wes's jaw stiffened, the coyote deliberating.

"Dude, Key's been out for two weeks," he said.

"He's burning through sick time," interjected Sahasrala.

Lugo stood up, "Yeah. It's because he's been sick."

"It's Friday night, though! Reservations won't last," said Lasmo.

The pink skink relaxed. While everyone was arguing, she started wetting herself.

Wes frowned, turning to Kyrie. She nodded and pointed him back to Lugo.

"Kioga's a big boy," Wesley said, "he can change his own diaper. Didn't you say he called in last week because that cowboy accounting game from Chocolate-Star came out?"

"Oh shit, Red Debt Exemption 2's out?" said Kyrie.

"Among other things."

Wes turned back to Kyrie, who was really chewing on her lip. Eventually, the fennec nodded at Wes.

The coyote stood up taller, brandishing his chest. "Lugo, I love you, but you have already complained that Kioga's an addict. Games, baby-play, and especially sulking. He's a great guy and we all work with him, but Kioga is Kioga. You know it's going to be you tonight on the couch, playing Mario Party, alone, on the Switch, with the controllers smaller than your thumbs."

"Hey, why don't we grab the Switch and go drinking?" Kyrie chirped.

The shark put his paws behind the back of his head, stroking his fin. His two jockstraps bulged with twin hemipenes, and his football jersey rode up his smooth, furless stomach. "Lots of fun to be had!"

Lugo bristled at this assault. Against his better judgment, Wes reached out and stroked the wolf's coiled arm. "Kioga will still be moping when you get back, sport. You come out with us, and I'll even change you, even if it's the wettest, messiest, heaviest pile of wolf offal I've ever smelt."

Lugo's tail wagged, and the front of his briefs tented.

Wes smiled and groped Lugo, stroking his cock as it stretched out the red cotton. "I'll wipe you, give you a kiss on the cheek, and--Kyrie?" Wes said, looking back at the fennec. "Is this really a good time to be pissing in my ass?"

That clear tube attaching Kyrie's crotch to Wes's rectum was now a light yellow, streaming hot liquid across the leash. "I had to go," she said.

"Wh-ere would we change?" asked Sahas, her knees bent inward as her store-bought generic flooded and spilled down her legs.

"I'll getcha," said the shark, leading her to a nearby SUV. The third jockstrap, hanging under his tail, was also starting to bulge with content.

Wes blushed, cringing as Kyrie filled his rectum with hot urine. "We're already having fun, puppy, c'mon," he said, coaxing Lugo's undies down his legs.

Before the wolf could object, the coyote took Lugo's stiff red member into his mouth.

Lugo murred as Wes's wet tongue and maw lavished the whole of his fat cock in warm coyote spit.

"Just let yourself relax, puppy," Kyrie said as she walked up to her husband, stroking Wesley's head while she watched him fellate the much larger male.

That yellow flow continued into Wesley, and Lugo let out a deep, pleasured growl as he saw Wes's naked tummy swell out from between the flaps of his black vest.

This is nice, Lugo thought. He rested one paw on Wes's head, interlocking his fingers with Kyrie as the two canines used him as a toilet and a cocksleeve.

All the cares of the day melted away: bitchy boss, a business out to squeeze him, a husband at home who'd be YiffHub's most popular slut if moping was erotic.

Lugo's ears flicked as lewd slurping noises came from below, a small canine gulping for air around a shaft the same size as his wrist.

The wolf clutched the fennec's paw as he fucked her boyfriend's face. With his other paw, he unzipped the bust of her latex suit and squeezed her naked breast.

It was larger than he imagined, pouring out as a fat furry mound. As he kneaded the stiff tip and the surrounding squishy mass, milk squirted into his paw.

In response, the fennec murred and leaned in.

"Oh, shit, Kyrie, are you preg--"

"Not yet, just hormones," she purred, licking Lugo's lips. "Gotta get puppy down here to stop sticking things in him, first."

Lugo and Kyrie locked muzzles, tongues pushing and sliding against one another as Wes slurped at Lugo's shaft, his chops bowing inward as he sucked and gulped.

The wolf couldn't stop jetting pre into Wes's muzzle. They heard a muted wet poot from down below. Kyrie unzipped the other chest flap and Lugo groped her with both paws, milk running down his wrists and dribbling onto Wes's head.

Wes moaned from down below, sucking on Lugo so hard it seemed he'd otherwise fall off.

What started as some muffled squirting sound collapsed into a rude, cascading mudslide splorchas his bowels pushed his buttplug out and jettisoned hot piss and liquid mess into his black biker diaper.

With liquid squelches and sloppy, babbling squirts the plastic crinkled, sagged, and swelled until it was a fat, smooth water balloon hanging between Wesley's leather-chapped thighs.

Lugo's lips broke with Kyrie's. "Wow, not even at the restaurant and you already have to change a stinky."

"It keeps him calmer," she said.

Wes's acrid mess of coyote slop and femme-charged piss teased Lugo's nose, making him hump the slutty bitch-face in front of him all the harder.

The wolf reached down and pulled at Kyrie's lower zipper. "Sounds like you'll make an excellent mother," he said, opening the crotch of her suit. Cream-colored fur surrounded shining black labia, and the scent of estrus hit the male's nose like Nature's billions-year history of instinct.

That bitch was ready to be bred.

A paw came up and slapped Lugo's. "That's mine, fucko," Wes said, then stood up between them, wobbling a little bit as the counterweight of his full, swollen diaper squished and sloshed against him.

The wolf had the brief instinct to kill, but Lugo shook it off and merely smiled at his friend, his erection buzzing, throbbing, his body wound up and demanding a place to rut.

Wes saw this feral fury glint in Lugo's eyes, and was more than thankful of the underwear he was sporting as he felt his bladder release out of pure submission, filling out what was left of his absorbent padding and causing the diaper to sag until the base of his cock was visible.

"That's mine ... sir?" Wesley squeaked.

Lugo smirked, then wiped a streak of pre and spit off Wesley's cheek. "All right, faggot, have it your way. But you ain't leaving me blue-balled."

Kyrie had her hand over her heart, also seeing that feral flicker. Her nipples went hard, stabbing out further than her muzzle. That male was pouring out pure musk, causing her labia to flare all the more severely.

Those soft, plush pussy lips were the perfect place for Lugo to bury his cock and breed her until she was squirting white back on him.

Kyrie was leaking all over, her teats drooling warm, nutritious milk, her labia dribbling with pure feminine arousal, collecting in dots between her legs.

Lugos's shoulders bristled and his shirt bulged, the buttons straining.

With a feral rumble from his chest, Lugo took one muscular arm and lifted the messy diaper-bitch coyote off the ground by his leather harness.

"I'm taking a cold shower, or I'm taking your bitch. What's it gonna be?"

Kyrie fought back a whimper but it turned into a moan. Arousal was taking over her, too, and as she reached down to rub and tease her intensely-sensitive clit, she also spread her pussy lips and let out a hot stream of estrus-spiked piss onto the concrete floor.

"I guess I wasn't done," she gasped.

"None of us are," Lugo snarled, advancing toward Kyrie as he held her boyfriend aloft.

"T-take me!" Wes gasped. "You're not going to come between husband and wife. My tailhole's all clean!"

Lugo glanced down, saw Wes's leather booted feet kicking helplessly in midair, then saw that enormous diaper slipping down his hips by the second. He could already see a border of wet, muddy fur on his buttocks.

"That might be the only clean thing down there," Lugo said.

"That might be the only option," Kyrie said. "It'd be awkward to have a wolf cub. Wes proposed to me and I accepted."

The wolf looked at the fennec, still groping herself, paw wet with piss, and nodded with respect.

"Congratulations," he said, then shoved his tongue down the coyote's muzzle, tasting his own cock and musk on the lesser canine's tongue.

After sucking on him awhile, Lugo set Wesley down, growled "on your knees," and then gave him and Kyrie half-a-second to get into position before he slipped the back of Wes's loaded, sloshing diaper down to his knees.

Wes's entire backside was coated like some perverse, putrid fondue treat; Lugo could only make out the center by the way his fur had uniformly bent away from the muddy sinkhole that had erupted.

Kyrie slipped under Wes, working the front of Wes's diaper down with her red heeled boots, the crotch of the suit wide open with those wet, velvety, black feminine folds on display.

Lugo was happy for Wes.

Now Wes would make Lugo happy.

The wolf worked Wesley's diaper down to his knees; the flooded center strap sloshed with filth and the leakguards held steady as the abused garment settled on the concrete.

Lugo mounted up over the smaller male, cock twitching at his brown, creamy hole.

Wes wiped his balls, covered in muck, then wiped it off on his hip as he angled his own cock against Kyrie's folds.

"You sure about this," Lugo said, "you bitches?"

Kyrie chuckled. "Are you a gentleman or a dom, you silly boy?" she asked, extending her leg up to scratch the wolf's muscular thigh.

Lugo murred. "Let's just let puppy poopy-pants do his thing."

"Both of you shut up," the coyote growled, then put his cock tip between his fiancee's puffy netherlips and pushed.

Kyrie arched her back, immediately receptive, then grasped Wes's bare, slimy buttocks and pulled him into her.

"Ah shit," she whispered, her canal twitching as Wes's cock spread its inner walls. "Fuck me, yeah, just like that."

Wes bent over her body, shivering as her pussy clenched around him, the slick warmth inviting him. He kissed her, fondling her breasts as instinct took over and he started hungrily thrusting inside her.

Then he felt a pair of big paws spread his rear.

"Brace yourself," Kyrie whispered, licking his muzzle.

Wes felt the tapered canine tip prod his anus, already slick, then groaned it speared in and his ring stretched, the tip growing bigger and bigger and bigger still as it continued to spread him. His own anal walls pulsed, stealing a yip from him as the shaft continued to grow and fill him.

He humped Kyrie a few more times as the massive male penetrated him, loving being sandwiched between the tightness of her sex and the thickness of the cock inside him, the responsive writhing of her body and the flinching of his own as he took it, the warm supple squish of her breasts versus the bigger set of hips hovering over his buttocks.

All over an open-face diaper trapped between his wet, stinking thighs, reeking of his own mess.

He yipped as Lugo's knot pressed against his pelvic bones, gasping as the colossal wolf cock stretched his rectum to its limit. The tip and the underbelly of the monster didn't massage his prostate as much as it flopped on top of it like a dragon falling on a chihuahua.

Wes yipped and moaned as he shot pre into Kyrie.

Kyrie wrapped her legs around him, hooking on Lugo's hips as the three fucked.

The open sewer hanging between his legs dragged against the concrete like a ball and chain: he was a messy puppy slut. Kyrie bucked against him, sex clenching around his and sending pheromones into the air and shocks of pleasure through his body.

Part of him thought, as he see-sawed between Lugo and Kyrie, fucking himself and then fucking her, that his relatively smaller coyote cock may as well just be the top few inches of the one ramming his stretched tailhole.

Wes's hips, his rump, his tailhole all the way to the back of his balls dripped with that stink laying between his legs, enveloping the three in a base nature funk of canine dung and estrus-laced urine.

"Jesus, Wes," Lugo growled, their hips slapping together and sprinkling wet drops of scat everywhere as the wolf fucked the coyote's coated ass, "even I don't make that big a mess. How 'bout next time you roll in it?"

"Want me to?" he whined.

Kyrie looked on in amazement, her passionate leather-decked lover thrusting deep inside her, spreading her wide, and behind him this monster of a wolf, their coworker, worked the rest of her fiancee like a toy.

And he was a messy, messy boy. That was the kind of load that required two garbage bags and a long shower. One of his turds rolled over the brown gravy mess in the diaper's soaked, swollen core and hit the leakguard.

Kyrie clenched, grinding her cunt against him, making sure Wes got as deep as possible. She was sopping wet, positively oozing over her taint, tailhole, and into her costume.

To see her coyote roll his eyes back, panting madly as he rode the edge of pleasure and insanity made her own body lurch. Kyrie gasped as her pussy clenched around Wes and continued to clench, milking his wet, hard shaft.

"Shit, shit, there it goes!" she gasped as her orgasm wracked her. The fennec's own slick cum escaped around Wesley's knot, wetting his sac and drooling down into her latex suit.

Wesley dove against Kyrie, his fur bristling as his cock rode those waves of her orgasm, each squeeze firmer, better than the last. He kissed her deep again, edging and driving deep inside her warmth until it felt he would explode.

Lugo spanked Wesley's mud-covered ass. "Looks like you still got it, pup," he said, then bent over the two and rode Wes as Wes rode Kyrie. The three got into a rhythm, balls tapping balls tapping taint, then when Lugo felt Wesley clench, the wolf clenched as well.

Lugo could feel Wesley's prostate pulse deep inside as the smaller male bucked, so he gave the coyote's muddy tunnel a few more humps before dumping what felt like a quart of wolf cum inside him.

Lugo's fur bristled and his tailhole pulsed as he squirted and squirted inside of Wesley; he let out a low howl as the coyote's insides swelled and then leaked for the second time, drizzing hot, sticky wolf semen into the caked-up diaper down below.

It felt strange to be sandwiched between a friend and his partner, but Wes gave it his all, using the enormous cock inside him as leverage to hilt into Kyrie and cum for all he was worth.

He leaned forward and down to seal their connection, dragging the diaper with him which dipped his balls in muck. He knotted inside the fennec as his bowels flooded with wolf seed, his stomach swelling as he fired his own up her canal and into her womb.

Wes was full, Kyrie was full, and Lugo was back behind them, knotted in Wes's ass and brushing his fur out.

The bottom tails of Lugo's shirt were, understandably, covered in feces.

Riding out the waves of the afterglow, three bodies intertwined in delectable repose and, unfortunately, stinking like a warm, raw sewer, the reality of the cold, hard parking garage floor came back to them.

"That was, phew," Lugo said. He held his nose with one paw, but the other stroked the coyote bitch whose ass he'd taken.

Wes blushed, stuck in place by two cocks. "Pretty spectacular."

"We gotta get you changed before we get to the club," said Kyrie, stroking Wes's chin.

"I dunno, maybe we should just go home and play games."

"Pfft, and miss our hangovers?"

"Darn it, right?"

"Hey, why don't we play games at Lugo and Kioga's?"

"Mmm," Lugo grumbled

Lasmo stumbled from around the corner with Sahasrala. Hanging from under his tail, Lasmo had a poop-sock full of shark shit slapping between his thighs, and the front of Sahas's diaper had been ripped open and then taped back up.

"Had some fun of your own, eh?" Lugo called out.

"Yup! But we better get going; those diaper clubs fill up fast."

"Yeah, same with the diapers," Lugo said, then gave Wes a gentle pat on the rump before he maneuvered his knot out with a loud sloppy pop.

Wes yipped and then groaned as he involuntarily sharted wolf cum all over himself, his diaper, and Lugo's legs.

Lasmo offered a packet of wet wipes to the wolf, whose entire groin except for the white-frosted pink of his cock, was coated in shit.

Still knotted to Kyrie, Wes let Lugo slip his diaper out from under him, then softly murred as Lugo started cleaning his rear.

"We've missed you, Lugo," said Wes.

"Missed you guys, too," answered Lugo.

"You think Kioga's gonna come around?" asked Kyrie.

"He's just been in a funk."

"Sure we can't come over?"

"I ..." Lugo started, then shrugged as he looked between the four. "All right, let's have a play-date, just keep out of trouble. If there is trouble, just keep it between the leakguards, okay?"