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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S AN ALL NUDE EVENT!?" Elliot exclaimed.

"Don't you read the bulletin board?" Allen laughed as he toweled Luke off, "You can wear costume accessories though. Just hit the front desk, Angelo and Walther have loaners available for everyone."

The lion buried his hands into his mane, "This is going to turn into a giant orgy, isn't it? I just know it. Haven't I been corrupted enough?"

"Come on now," said Allen as he tossed the towel to the floor, "Everyone has seen you plenty naked. It's a very intimate event."

The lion sighed as he buttoned up his shirt, "Ten of you was hard enough. Now all seventy?"

Luke laughed as he stretched out over his bed, "D...don't worry El. Y...you'll have a b...blast. B...besides, you g...got a hot date."

Elliot blushed, "Yeah. I guess I do."

"Don't worry," Allen grinned, "That pup will keep you plenty distracted."

Elliot huffed as he brushed his shirt flat, "I'll see you guys at breakfast."

The lion made his way to the main cabin, got his coffee, and grabbed a seat. He pulled the order pad to him and punched in his order. He looked around the hall to see who was in. It seemed mostly quiet. Just a few tables were taken up with a handful of couples. There was a clunk on the other end of his table.

Elliot turned back, "Oh! Good morning Elric, Turbo."

Elric smiled, "Good morning Mister Elliot. How're you doing?"

"I'm doing well, thank you," said Elliot, "And yourself?"

"It's come to my attention that you've asked one of my employees out," said Elric as he stirred a spoon into his coffee.

"I hope that's ok," said Elliot.

Elric laughed as he nudged Turbo, the cheetah had his usual face on, "Oh Elliot. There's no rules here really. It's just Chewtoy...Danny, is like a son to me."

Elliot hid behind his coffee cup, "And he's been a good friend to me."

Elric snapped a finger at Brett who was passing by with food. The wolf gave the ram a nod and hastened his way back to the kitchen.

"You do know he's sensitive?" Elric asked after taking a sip from his cup.

"Yes sir," said Elliot, "He's told me a bit about his past."

"Don't do anything to hurt him, hm?" Elric set his cup down with an intense stare at the lion.

Turbo leaned over, "Sir. Master Elliot has been an upstanding camp goer. Never a problem. A nervous wreck. Constant worry. Kind heart."

"Hey now," Elliot felt a little offended.

"Very well," Elric nodded, "I leave Chewtoy in your care. Make sure he returns in time for duty the morning after. I'll make sure he's ready for pickup at seven. He'll be bathed and brushed. If he causes you any trouble, just call on Turbo here."

Elliot hadn't had a talking to like this since he dated in high school, "Yes sir. I'll pick him up at seven."

Brett came over and set the food down that he and Elric had ordered, "Bon appetit sirs. And Elliot, I'll bring you some cheesecake later." The wolf gave him a playful wink.

Elric chuckled, "You've touched the hearts of many of my boys. Be careful. They'll eat you up."

"Not to worry," said Elliot as he unrolled his silverware from his napkin, "I've learned how dangerous they can be."

Elric laughed. Even Turbo turned half a smirk. Elliot didn't expect to have the boss for breakfast, and he was soon saved by Allen and Luke joining in. Having the two of them there to break some of the conversation off from Elliot was a relief.

The ram dabbed his lips with a napkin, "Well boys, this was a delight. Duties call though, come Turbo." The two of them took off.

Allen leaned on an elbow as he looked at Elliot with a broad grin, "You get the dad talk?"

Elliot huffed, "He do that often?"

"Oh yeah," Allen chuckled as he slapped a hand over Elliot's thigh with a squeeze, "He takes really good care of his men."

"Anything bad ever happen?" he asked.

"Only once," Allen looked beside himself just talking about it, "Red stabbed someone with a fork."

"What?" Elliot raised an eyebrow, "Tiny wee thing? Sleeps under Pascal?"

"A camper he was sweet on got a bit too fresh with him," Allen chuckled, "He forced himself on Red, and he grabbed the nearest thing to him. Jammed a fork right in his face. Harper ended up taking him down the rest of the way."

"Cool, horny Harper?" Elliot laughed.

"Mmhmm, the very same," said Allen, "That boy pinned him down till the authorities got out here. Red's been a tough cookie since then. Once you soften him up though, he's just the sweetest guy. He'd cuddle you to death if you let him."

"You guys have been here awhile," Elliot swirled his coffee cup around, "Any pointers for Chewtoy?"

"B...be gentle," said Luke, "He's sweet, strong, b...but soft. He p...panics easily."

"Yeah," said Elliot, "I know."

Allen hummed, "Well, if me and Luke were honest, we don't know much outside of that about Chewtoy. He keeps to himself most often. He does our laundry. He sticks around for a good fuck though. I'm honestly surprised you bagged him as a date."

Elliot looked down at the bottom of his empty coffee, "I think I need more beans if I'm going to survive the night."

"G...good luck," Luke chuckled.

"I'll catch up with you guys later," said Elliot, "I think I need some fresh air before I have to strip down in front of all of you later."

Allen wolf whistled as the lion left. He rolled his eyes and got a refill on his coffee. He went by the front desk where he was stopped.

"Elliot!" Angelo perked up from behind his station, he came hopping over, missing his prosthetic, "How've you been big guy?"

Elliot shook hands with him, "I've been good Angelo. How about you? Where's your leg?"

"Oh, I cut that thing off," the leopard jokes.

Elliot narrowed his eyes, "You didn't lose it, did you?"

"Naw," Angelo chuckled, "Some of the guys stole it this morning. I'm sure it's coming back to me covered in glitter so I look fancy for the dance."

Elliot huffed, "And you don't mind?"

"Not at all," Angelo grinned, "They do this to me every year in one way or another. My spare is in my cabin if I get desperate."

"I can get it for you, if you like?" Elliot offered.

"Oh, no bother," Angelo patted him on the shoulder, "There is something I wanted to give you. Been handing out costumes all day." The leopard hopped back behind his desk, "The guys like to get fancied up in stuff for the dance. Just to make things a bit more interesting."

Elliot crossed his arms over the desk, "Like what?"

Angelo held up a harness, "You name it, I got it."

Elliot blushed, "Oh...I've never dressed in stuff like that before."

Angelo swung it back and forth, "Come on Elliot. Give this a try. This one should fit you just right."

"I...uh..." Elliot took it hesitantly and held it up.

Angelo held a hand over his face to hide his smile, "Go on."

Elliot slid his arms through, and tugged it in place as the straps crossed over his chest and back, "Are you sure about this?"

"Did you even look at the poster?" Angelo wiggled his eyebrows, "It's a picture of last year's dance. That's tame compared to what they're wearing in the picture."

Elliot lowered his head against the desk, "This dance just gets crazier."

Angelo patted the lion between his ears, "There, there, dear. Now, you behave with Chewtoy, or don't. I'm not your father. He's gonna go nuts with you wearing that though. Oh! And here. A pocket clip you can stick on there so you can hold your smokes." He put a small pouch with a clip on the counter for him.

"This is a setup," Elliot slid the straps off and stared at them in his hands.

Angelo laughed, "I can give you a cape to go with it."

"I'll just stick with this," Elliot laughed, "See you later."

"Goodbye Elliot," Angelo gave him a bright smile.

"Thanks Angelo," Elliot took the clip, the harness, and his coffee with him.

The lion sighed as he grabbed a bench next to the lake. He stuck a smoke between his lips as he settled back. He looked up at the sky, watching the clouds roam by.

"Elliot?"

The lion looked down, "Hey there Hagan!"

"May I join you?" the raccoon asked.

"Sure," he said, "I'm just enjoying the clouds."

Hagan chuckled as he sat next to the lion, "They sure are pretty today."

"You doing alright?" the lion asked.

"Just got a lot on my mind," said Hagan, "The party tonight is going to be something else, huh?"

Elliot laughed as he held up his harness, "It sure is."

Hagan sighed, "Bran got me something similar."

"What've we gotten ourselves into?" Elliot took a long drag from his cigarette.

"More fun than what we signed up for," he said.

"That's for sure," Elliot agreed, "But I don't think I regret any of it."

"Me either," Hagan chuckled, "I'm hoping I don't do anything too crazy tonight. They'll have a bar, and a guy my size gets pretty loopy fast."

"I'll carry you to bed if you get out of hand."

Hagan smirked, "Thanks El. I'll try to return the favor."

Elliot let out a hearty laugh, "I doubt I'll need any help. Alcohol and my garage go hand in hand all day long. I'm lucky my liver has made it this far."

Hagan gave Elliots knee a squeeze, "Then it's settled. You're my adult tonight."

"I'll do my best," said Elliot.

"I'm gonna go check in on Bran," he stood up, "He was still fast asleep when I left for breakfast."

"Take care, Hagan."

"You too."

Elliot snubbed out his cigarette and tossed the butt into a trashcan. He leaned back against the bench. He felt a bit better that he wasn't the only one worried about the evening. He wondered what normal guys felt who didn't succumb to the call of the wild. He then doubted that any normal guys even came here.

"A camp for dads," Elliot laughed to himself. He felt he may have missed a fine line when signing up for this. Everything ended up feeling comfortable. He still had some reservations, but he now felt he was in too deep, "I guess I'll just have to fully give in and damn any consequences?"

A pair of massive arms wrapped around him from behind, "Talking to yourself might make us think you're crazy El!"

The lion jumped and huffed, "Geez, Pascal! Don't go sneaking up on a guy like that."

"Aww, you looked lonely," the wolf gave his cheeky grin, "And that alone is a consequence to be damned around here."

Elliot put a hand over the thick arms wrapped around him, "Seems like it."

Pascal slid himself off the lion's shoulders and stood in front of him. Stark naked of course. "You worried about tonight big guy?"

"It's a bit heavy on my mind."

"Don't you worry," Pascal wagged his tail, "Boundaries are respected. You're gonna see some things you may not like, but just turn the other cheek. The gym is big enough to get away from anything you're uncomfortable around."

Elliot raised an eyebrow, "Like what?"

"Oh, well, you know," Pascal was smiling ear to ear.

"Pascal, what happens at this thing?" Elliot was getting paranoid again.

"Some of the guys get a little wild," said Pascal, "We have, uh....Well, we have stripper poles, sex swings, and quite a few other fetishy gear for fun..." The wolf seemed to hold his breath, he actually seemed worried about offending the lion. Which was not like Pascal at all. Elliot realized in that moment that Pascal deeply cared about his well being.

Elliot took in a deep breath, "When in Rome I guess."

"Let's just not burn us down," Pascal let out a breath of relief, "But seriously though, if you feel uncomfortable at all and need to leave, no one will be bothered. I'll guide you out myself."

"Thanks Pascal."

The wolf gave him a hug which he returned.

"I gotta go, El. Gotta help finish the decorations," the wolf gave him a smooch to the cheek and pranced off.

Someone leapt up his back and covered his eyes. Elliot sighed. He picked a bad bench. The hands were tiny and the voice cheerful as they shouted, "Guess who!?"

"Keller."

The hands slid away as the coyote huffed, "You're absolutely no fun."

"Hey Elliot," Victor and Jiro were with him, "Came by to see if you wanted to go swimming with us."

"Yeah, sure, I can probably use it to cool down," the lion stood up and gave the bat and shark a hug.

Jiro giggled and signed away, "Are you excited about tonight?"

"Nervous as hell, actually," said Elliot as Keller led the way into the lake.

"I'm really happy you're taking Chewtoy," Jiro told him, "No one has even taken him out before. I didn't know you both were that close."

"We're not," said Elliot, "He's just been nice, and he seems to do a lot for everyone around here."

"It's sweet of you," said Victor, "Poor guy always looks like he's being run ragged."

"That too," said Elliot, "It just looks like he gets the short end of the stick around here."

"He's just too happy to serve," said Jiro, "I don't think they realize he can't say no."

"What do you mean by that?" asked Elliot.

Jiro sighed as he did his best to explain, "His history lays it out. The abuse he went through made it so he can't say no. He's probably afraid that if he says no to anything, he'll get hit again. That kind of shit sticks with you. That's why he looks away when he does something for himself, or he panics in a conversation and dismisses himself."

"He speaks from experience," said Victor, "Nothing anywhere near as bad as what Chewtoy has been through, but he knows what manipulation can do to a guy."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Elliot put an arm around Jiro.

The bat shrugged, "I'm a tough guy. I removed myself before I got taken advantage of. We were due to be wed, but I got out before it was too late."

"Oi!" Keller called from the water, "What's taking you old dudes so long?"

Victor sprinted at the water and dove in. The shark disappeared from sight. Keller then started squealing as he started to get whipped back and forth through the water. He howled with laughter as he shot out to the middle of the lake and was finally silenced as he was dunked under.

Elliot and Jiro looked at each other and busted out in laughter. They took their clothes off, and Jiro took the lions hand, guiding him into the lake. The cool water felt great as Elliot flopped himself into the water, pulling Jiro with him. The bat let out a fit of giggles as he landed over Elliot's belly. The lion floated out into the lake with the bat hugging around him.

The two of them cuddled together. Elliot watched as some fresh storm clouds rolled in overhead. It was a bummer the rain was off and on all week. It didn't seem to hinder anyone from having fun though. The coyote came skimming by and let out a yelp as he splashed into the water. Victor had let him go as the shark raised up from the water.

"You two look comfy," he grinned.

"Just relaxing before the big show tonight," said Elliot.

"I did take note of the harness," Victor grinned, "Just wearing that, huh?"

Elliot blushed, "I figured I should dress simple."

Victor laughed, "You just don't want to look too flashy. We dug up some good stuff for Keller. Me and Jiro here, we bring our own stuff."

Jiro grinned as he slid off Elliot, "I've got a rubber hood and knee high boots."

"Like a wrestler?" Elliot chuckled.

"In a manner," Jiro winked.

Elliot grinned, "I look forward to seeing this."

Keller swam up to them, "They got me the naughtiest thing. These little straps with a leash! And some shin guards! I'm gonna behave so bad in it!"

"Should get you a muzzle too," Victor jokes.

Keller splashed him, "You know nothing can silence me."

Victor sighed, "This is true. I stick both in your mouth and you're still a chatterbox."

Keller snugged himself up against Elliot, "Just look at this as a naughty Halloween party! I'm sure you went to one when you were younger. I know I did."

Elliot patted the coyote on his head, "I've been a stick in the mud my whole life. Besides, small town living, most we did was get drunk and stumbled out into the woods for a quickie."

"Well, now you can have a quickie on the dance floor," Keller wiggled his eyebrows.

Elliot dunked the coyote underwater, "He does need a muzzle."

Keller flailed his way back up, "Come on now! You got a little over a week of paradise left. May as well get yourself pumped full of everything!"

"Down boy," Victor pulled the coyote to him, "He's not a cum dumpster like you. But he is right. Paradise is almost over. Then we all go back to our boring lives."

Jiro splashed Victor because he stopped signing for everyone. Victor chuckled and filled him in. Jiro turned to Elliot and seemed to have a lot to tell him, "It's meant a lot to me to have met you. I'm fond of our time together and want to spend as much time with you as possible. I may not be able to hear you, but you always make me smile."

You're too sweet," Elliot smiled, "I guess I got my work cut out this next week."

Jiro hugged around the lion. Elliot chuckled as he held tight around him. He was so pleasant to hold. The bat slung his legs around the lion. He rumbled out and gave the bat a smooch. Jiro giggled and shoved his long tongue into the lion's maw. Elliot kneaded along his back, keeping him pulled to him lovingly.

"Get a room," Keller laughed as he back paddled away.

Elliot made the lewd hand gestures at Jiro. Jiro laughed and swam for shore. He beckoned for Elliot to follow.

"Be done by six!" Victor shouted after them.

They gathered up their belongings as Jiro took Elliots hand in his. The bat led them to his cabin and went in. It didn't take Jiro long to just drop everything and push into a kiss with Elliot. He was already rock hard against him as he moved the lion over to his bed. Elliot grunted as Jiro pushed him down.

Jiro jumped over the lion's lap, grinding himself down against Elliots rising cock. The lion grinned as he rubbed his hands over the bats arms. Jiro slid his hands over the lion's chest and tugged against his piercings. This made the lion hungry for more action as he started to grind up against the bat.

Jiro giggled as he slid over the lion's round belly. His cock towered over the lion as the bat lined himself up on the prickly shaft. He paused a moment and looked down at Elliot. He tried signing to the lion, and then let out a sigh. He then held his fingers up to his maw and stuck his tongue through and gave Elliot an inquisitive look.

"Oh," Elliot was pretty sure he understood, "I've really not tried. But, ok."

The lion grabbed under the bats legs and pulled him up and sat him on his chest. Jiro patted the lion's belly and twisted himself around, his rump and balls stuck back just inches from the lion's face. Elliot blushed and gripped around the bats waist. He leaned up and lapped against the bats rump.

Jiro giggled as he laid over the lion. Elliot groaned as he felt Jiro engulf his cock. The lion took in a deep breath as he spread the bat's ass open and stuck his tongue on in. Jiro let out a cry of approval as Elliot started to make out with his hole. His broad tongue dipped in far as he could go.

Jiro started to ride back against Elliots face. The lion at a loss as he just lapped his tongue forth. He could feel Jiro wrap his tongue around his cock as his maw pulled over every inch. If he kept it up for too long, Elliot was sure to burst. Elliot gasped as Jiro pulled up. Way up. Jiro pushed his cock against Elliot's lips. Who was he to argue with that?

Elliot opened his maw and let the bat slip in. He tasted nice. Elliot did his best to suck down on every inch he could. The bat was more than well hung, and was quite the mawful. He suckled lovingly over the bat's length. He breathed heavily as Jiro dipped in further, doing his best to not choke.

He was so turned on by the sixtynine that he could already feel his balls tense up. The bat's maw was skilled. He slurped noisily on the lion as he kept his tongue wrapped around him. His lips suctioned tight as he pulled the lion's tool along. Elliot groaned out as his cock flexed from the oncoming surge. He dug his hands into the bats ass as he started to shoot.

Jiro drank greedily from Elliot's fountain. He moaned happily as he deepthroated the lion. His hips rocking firmly against the lion's lips. Elliot was mesmerized by the bats' full balls bouncing overhead. The bat groaned out as he started to grind down hard against the back of the lion's throat.

Elliot nearly gagged as he felt Jiro release. The bat kept the lions cock buried till he sucked him dry as he got himself off. His seed drained out for the lion to enjoy. The flavor is not too bad this time. Elliot loved the rush of it over his tongue. He suckled firmly over his cock, drinking down every drop Jiro shot into him.

Jiro snuggled around Elliot lovingly as his hips rocked down against the lion. He kept a firm seal over the lion's shaft, he certainly loved having Elliot in his mouth. The lion loved him back just as much. He suckled against the fat length in his maw. Reveling in the moment the two of them kept together.

Jiro pulled himself up. He slid himself up Elliots body as the lion gasped for air. The bat swiveled himself to sit over the lion's belly. Elliot chuckled as he grinned up to him. Jiro winked as the bat gripped hard around the base of the lion's cock, making him swell back up. The bat slid back and shoved his pucker over the prickly beast. Elliot gasped out as his sensitive flesh was stuck someplace new, and tighter.

He dug his claws into the bed, "Ooh, now wait a minute."

Elliot couldn't protest in any way. The bat shoved all the way down and started to ride Elliot. He squirmed and moaned loudly as his cock was being taken on round two. Jiro looked quite proud of himself as he laid his lips over the lions. Elliot couldn't help but push hard into his maw. The two made out roughly as Elliot couldn't resist bucking his hips up hard to try and counter the sensitivity.

Jiro rode on hard. The bat was pushing down faster against the lion, making sure he worked every inch of him. Elliot groaned out as he felt himself starting to cum again. He cried out against the bats maw. Jiro huffed as he leaned back and squeezed down. Clenching hard over Elliot's thick cock.

Elliot gripped hard over the bats hips to get him to stop moving. The lion huffed and puffed, feeling completely wasted. Jiro giggled and leaned down. Elliot pulled his knees up as they wrapped their maws together. Delighted moaning coming from both of them. Jiro slid his hands around Elliots. The two held this moment for several moments. Enjoying each other.

Elliot took in a deep breath as Jiro pulled himself up. The lion shivered from how over sensitive he was. He ran his hands up along the bats ears with a broad grin.

"You're so bad for me," Elliot chuckled.

Jiro wiggled his ears in response. The lion laughed as he sat up. He held his arms around the bat, in which he returned the same, with wings. The two of them cuddled for a while. Elliot enjoyed the peace and quiet with Jiro, but he sure did miss pillow talk. He'd have to work on his sign language some more.

Jiro gave Elliot a smooch and held up a finger. He slid off the lion and came back with a chain with a pendant on it. Elliot gave him a confused look as the bat slid it over his head and tugged his mane up over the chain. Elliot lifted up the pendant. It was a blue stone wrapped in silver swirls.

Jiro pulled out his pen and pad, "This is a pendant from one of my games, Fantasy Fall. It was carried by the brave warrior, Rygar. Who also happens to be a lion."

Elliot grinned, "Oh yeah?"

"He's not as round though," Jiro wrote.

"Hey now!" Elliot laughed.

Jiro smiled as he pushed his lips around the lions. The lion pulled in close with the bat as they made out. Jiro was just so sweet to him that he felt he couldn't get enough. But he should save some energy. The night was going to be long.

The two of them laid down and Elliot soon passed out. That was too much excitement for him. Hours went by when Elliot was being roused awake. He let out a big yawn as he stretched out.

"Wakey wakey," Keller was standing over him and Jiro, "Looks like you two got your workout in."

Elliot playfully batted at the coyote's nuts, "Yeah. What time is it?"

Keller giggled, "Half passed four. The day seems to go slower when you're waiting for something fun to happen."

"Gives us time to get cleaned up and dressed," Victor threw up quote fingers on the word dressed.

Elliot sat up as he lifted Keller down onto the floor, "Hopefully the bath is free. I can use an extra deep soaking."

"Yes sir, Commander Rygar!" Keller gave him a salute.

The lion chuckled, "Remind me to play his games. And to buy whatever system they're on. I'm so behind the times."

Victor grinned, "He was so excited to give that to you. It looks good."

Elliot gathered his stuff and the four of them went off for the washroom. Keller dive bombed into the giant bath. Helmut and Sterling were in there.

"Oi, come on now!" Helmut shouted, "No diving!"

Keller stuck his tongue out, "I didn't see no signs."

Sterling splashed Helmut before he could get anything else out, "Don't you do it."

Helmut puffed his chest out and crossed his arms, "Fine."

"Hello grump brigade," Victor said as he slid himself into the tub, "How're you gentlemen doing?"

"Just the usual," Sterling rolled his eyes, "Trying to get extra grump here to chill out for the day. And he's just being antsy about tonight."

"I am not," Helmut shot at him.

"Uh huh," Victor grinned, "You should really get him laid more often. He might be happier."

"I'm the one that does the laying," Helmut crossed his arms.

Sterling rolled his eyes, "Hopefully tonight will make him feel better."

"Doubtful," said Helmut.

The ibex pulled himself up from the tub and went to the other side of the room and turned a shower on. Sterling squeezed the bridge of his nose. Elliot had never seen the two of them have a disagreement before. Jiro shrugged and jumped into the tub.

"I'll be right back," Elliot went to go see what was wrong with Helmut.

"Elliot, don't," Sterling warned.

Elliot turned on the shower next to Helmut, "So uh, I know we haven't interacted much, but I think maybe that can help in this circumstance. I know talking to friends is hard sometimes, and having someone that doesn't know you can help."

Helmut grimaced. He then pointed a finger at Elliot, "Not a word then."

"Scouts honor," Elliot held up three fingers.

Helmut leaned in close, "I've been trying to propose to him all year! And every time, no moment has ever felt right. We're both divorced, and lonely. And I love the hell out of his stupid face."

"O...oh!" Elliot was not expecting that, "Why not just go for it?"

"It has to be special," Helmut turned himself into the stream of his shower.

"Well, I proposed at a gas station," Elliot chuckled, "And things turned out pretty good."

Helmut looked aghast, "You're joking? And they didn't mind?"

"Not at all, she was amused and happy," said Elliot, "It's not the place that matters. It's the person."

Helmut looked thoughtful for a moment, "Alright you country bumpkin, if I embarrass myself though, I'm coming for your ass."

"Just like that, huh?" Elliot asked.

Helmut turned off his shower, "I'm such an old, proper idiot. Many years spent in the dark and he's my one ray of sunshine. I just want everything to be perfect for him."

"He has you," said Elliot, "Isn't that perfect enough?"

"You humble me," Helmut gave Elliot what the lion assumed was a smirk, "I'll run with your advice and just get it over with before the dance tonight."

"Break a leg," the lion turned off his shower, "I'm heading back to the tub."

Sterling left the bath when Elliot returned. The tiger joined the ibex on his way out of the shower room. All eyes were on Elliot.

"You get him to crack?" Victor asked.

"He's apparently been beating himself up all month for not proposing to Sterling," said Elliot.

"You're kidding?" Victor laughed, "He has a heart in there?"

"Don't be mean," Jiro stuck his tongue out at the shark.

"Sorry," said Victor, "But you know he's a damn grump. They were certainly made for each other."

"Hope it works out for them," said Elliot.

Jiro swam over to Elliot and started to work lavender and cedar soap into his mane. The lion purred as he loved being bathed. He helped the bat get himself cleaned up too. Victor was roughly scrubbing Keller down. The coyote protested.

"This isn't fair!" he cried out, "I can't do this back to you. Like, wooo, I can scrub your non sweating body down with suds for fun!"

Victor laughed, "If I could sweat, I could stand being out of water for a lot longer. I get dry and gross otherwise."

"Let me be dry and gross," Keller flailed.

"Absolutely not you petulant child," Victor scrubbed every corner of the coyote, "You are going to be delicious for this evening."

Elliot enjoyed the show, but he felt he was starting to get too soggy. He dunked himself underwater to make sure he got all the suds out of his fur. He stood up and shook himself off.

"Ahhh, Elliot," came Zahir's voice as he entered the room with his boys in tow, "So good to see you. And you Victor, Jiro, if you could only hear boy."

"What about me?!" Keller shot up at him.

"We've not met," Zahir turned his attention back to Elliot, "Mm, you smell delightful."

"Thanks," Elliot blushed, "We were just finishing up."

"What shame," Zahir grinned as he took in Elliot's wet body, "You sure you don't want to stick around."

He let out a yelp as Dirk carried him into the bath, "Leave the poor guy alone. He needs to go get ready for his date."

"Ah yes," Zahir said as he sat over the bulls lap, "Good luck with that. Never have I seen a more difficult boy."

Elliot didn't quite like that, "Maybe if you didn't see people as challenges, they'd be more receptive to you."

Zahir, for once, had nothing to say. But Dirk did.

"He's right you know," said the bull, "You do get a bit pushy."

"Oh come now," Zahir said, "I only wish to have the best for my appetite."

Victor rolled his eyes as he threw Keller over his shoulder and motioned for Jiro to follow, "The best are leaving." He knew he just insulted the rest of the tub, but they didn't seem to mind. Victor left the shower room with Elliot and Jiro in hand.

"And don't you forget it," Keller pointed at Zahir as they walked away.

"The nerve of that guy," Victor placed Keller down on a bench and began drying him off, "Every year, it's the same thing. He goes chasing after poor guys, and convinces them to join his little gang, and just keeps them for the sex. He probably doesn't even know jack shit about Dirk and that bulls just plowing him just to get off now."

Elliot patted his body down with a towel, "You don't think we were too harsh, do you?"

"He's used to it," said Victor, "He'll probably come and swoon over how dominant I was with him, and he'll beg me for more." The shark sighed, "Sorry. I just wish he treated people like people."

Elliot nodded, "I understand. He's made me uncomfortable more than once."

Victor pulled the towel around the coyote, "My pretty yote."

Keller smirked toothily, "My vicious shark. That was so hot. Take me?"

"Later," the shark covered his face with the towel, "We need to get ready for the party."

Elliot picked up his clothes and gear, "I guess I'll see you guys there."

Jiro gave him a kiss goodbye. So did Keller. Victor slapped him on the ass as they went. Elliot made his way back to his cabin and had to stifle his laughter at what was before him when he opened the door. Allen stood there with a bridle with a bit and a long horn on top, blinders over his eyes, a harness with a strap and ring that wrapped over his junk, and what appeared to be leather hooves over his feet and hands. Luke blushed as he stood there with a whip and a vest on.

"H...hey Elliot!" Luke squeaked, he looked a little embarrassed.

"Do I want to know?" Elliot asked.

"Tolf you to lookf at the buwwetin bor," said Allen.

Elliot lost it, "Hah, I just...Just..." He got out a good laugh. Luke and Allen laughed with him. Luke unlatched Allens bit as the wolf motioned to his face. He put his hooves on Elliots shoulders.

"El, please," Allen cried out with mirth, "Have you lost your last cookie?"

"I think I have," he wiped tears from his eyes from having laughed so hard, "I've never seen anything so silly."

"Oh, come on," Allen protested, "I'm a leathery unicorn."

"Am I to expect more of this kind of stuff all night?" Elliot laughed.

"All over," Allen chuckled.

"Ok, maybe I can survive the night on laughter and shock," the lion sighed, "And a good mix of beer and food."

"Atta boy!" Allen punched him in the arm with a hoof.

"You guys are ready pretty early," said Elliot as he threw his clothes on the floor.

"Just testing the waters," Allen grinned, "And Luke is still learning how to use his whip."

The rat blushed, "I'm n...not very g...good at it."

"Aww," Allen hugged around Luke, "You're doing just fine. You're getting it to crack now."

Luke giggled, "Just hope I don't l...lay one on you."

Allen growled happily, "Oh, don't threaten me with a good time."

"I'm always your g...good t...time," Luke puffed up his chest.

Allen tackled Luke onto his bed. Elliot shook his head and grabbed his brush. He started to go over his mane, getting out all the tangles. He started to brush down his body. He usually just let his body do whatever, but he felt compelled to look fancy. Well, as fancy as he could in a harness.

"You're looking pretty serious over there El," said Allen, he had stuffed himself into Luke.

The rat groaned out hotly, "Mmm, damn. That Ch...Chewtoy is one lucky wolf."

"Hey now," Allen ground himself down firmly.

Elliot huffed as he shook his head, making his mane fluff up, "Thanks Luke."

Elliot slipped his harness over his head. He slid the pocket on and stowed his smokes in it. He stood in front of the mirror and checked himself over. He turned to the side. They kept him so busy here, he was pretty sure he'd lost some weight.

"Look at the hottie," Allen called over.

Elliot swishes his tail, "You know it."

The wolf knelt back, bringing Luke's hips up with him as he had already knotted, "I'm proud of you El. You've really opened up."

Elliot smirked, "Yeah. I owe it to a lot of you. I've never felt such weight lifted off my shoulders in years. I feel good."

Allen let out an exhausted sigh as he looked at the clock, "Argh, it's not even six yet. What say you rat? Shall we find you some volunteers for whipping?"

Luke hugged his pillow against his chest as he was still impaled on the wolf's cock, "Only if you release m...me."

"You know it takes it's time!" Allen grinded against him.

"I'm gonna go get some coffee to wake me up a bit more," Elliot stretched his arms out, "Thankfully I got a nap in, so I'll be good to go for tonight."

"Oooh, a nap sounds kinda good," said Allen as he slumped down on top of Luke, making him squeak out.

"Want me to check in before I pick up my date to make sure you're awake?" Elliot laughed.

"Naw, we'll be good," Allen grinned as he nuzzled down against Luke, "See you soon El!"

The lion took in a deep breath as he left. He'd become rather confident being in the nude. As the lion approached the main cabin, he saw a huge crowd at the backdoor of the kitchen. Hank was out there yelling orders.

"Brody and Prince," the ocelot yelled, "I swear if you drop that cake, I'm dropping you in the lake! Get that over to the rec center. Dukagjin, pick up that ice and go with them!"

Ten staff members were under fire by Hank. Elliot was quite amused by how every single one of them scrambled to follow his orders. Brett was bringing stuff out the back door to pass off to anyone with open hands. A four wheeler rumbled by with a trailer attached to it.

Red came to halt in front of them and leapt off, "Work smarter, not harder you dolts. Load up the trailer."

Hank jumped out to Brody and Prince, "Nuh Uh. No way are you putting my cake on that damn thing. Carry it. Go!" The ocelot pointed. Brody and Prince let out frustrated sighs as they started their walk

"Hank, go take a breather, huh?" Red shot at him.

"How's the smoker holding up?" Hank put his hands on his hips.

"Turbo has it under control, " said Red, "The ribs are on their second hour."

"Now I'll take a breather," Hank went back into his kitchen. Elliot could hear him yelling orders in there too. Red shook his head and got back on his four wheeler with a trailer full of food.

"Meet me up there boys," Red took off.

Elliot went through the side entrance and made his way into the hall. It seemed several other guys had the same idea he did. Getting ready early and getting some coffee to survive the night. Randall, Holt, and Wyatt were chatting over the coffee pots.

Randall was a fit jackal, and seemed even more fit in his rubber outfit. He was dressed from the neck down in rubber. Only his crotch and ass were exposed. He had a full cover gas mask held in his free hand.

Holt looked like a gladiator. He had on a pair of pauldrons with a red, silk cape attached to them that flowed all the way to the floor. Around his waist was a cingulum militare, the straps did nothing to hide his manhood.

And Wyatt, a fox who Elliot really hadn't interacted with, was an explosion of color. He was wearing what Elliot thought to be a Lady Haha outfit. The hyena was well known for her music and outrageous outfits, and Wyatt had the outfit nailed.

"I feel underdressed," said Elliot as he picked up a coffee cup.

Holt laughed, "Aww, it's alright Elliot. That's a good look on you."

Elliot smirked, "Thanks Holt. You guys trying to kill time too?"

"Wouldn't you know it," said Randall, "I'm bored out of my skull. It's really entertaining to watch Hank throw everyone around the kitchen though."

"Yeah," Elliot chuckled, "He was on fire outside."

"I love this party though," said Randall, "It's like the freaky kind of Halloween party I want to throw, but people lose their biscuits out in the suburbs if you're abnormal in any way."

"That's why I live outside of the city and the burbs," said Wyatt, "A nice ranch on four acres, and nobodies in your business."

"If I didn't teach at a university, I'd consider doing just that," said Randall, "But driving an hour plus is just not pleasant."

"This is why I live at work," Elliot laughed, "No commute."

"Oh? You're one of those work at home computer types, huh?" asked Wyatt.

"I'm a mechanic," said Elliot, "Run my own garage."

"Oh, a man that works with his hands?" Wyatt wagged his tail, "I bet you have a strong grip."

"Down boy," Holt swatted the foxes ass, "You're mine tonight."

Wyatt stuck his tongue out, "Whatever. Let me shop."

"You get a date?" Holt asked Elliot.

"Chewtoy."

Holt looked surprised, "Really!? Shy boy Chewy?"

"I guess shy and shy works together," Elliot sipped his coffee.

"Not gonna lie," said Randall, "Kinda jealous. He's such a genuine sweetheart. And as a bonus, he's packing a monster on him."

"You guys are such horndogs," Elliot laughed.

"They don't call me Pup for nothing," Randall laughed.

"So uh...I've never seen anything quite like that," Elliot motioned at Randall's outfit.

"You wanna touch it?" he grinned.

Elliot ran a finger over him, "Holy shit, that's smooth."

"It's a pain in the ass to get on," said Randall, "But once I'm in it, it feels oh so good. I'm sweating like hell though. Once I'm done getting used tonight, I'm dropping right into the tub to shimmy my way out of this thing."

"Used?" Elliot asked.

Randall chuckled, "Don't you worry shy lion. If you hear a lot of wet noises from any corner of the room, just walk away. You'll be safe that way."

"O...oh!" it clicked for him.

"Come on Wyatt," Holt held out his hand, "We gotta meet with the other guys. See you two later."

Randall and Elliot waved as they went. Randall grinned down at Elliot. The lion blushed. The jackal ruffled up his freshly brushed mane.

"See you there lion," Randall laughed.

The jackal seductively walked his way out, shaking his ass back and forth for Elliot to watch. He swallowed. He was back to wondering if he was going to survive the night again. He topped his coffee off and sipped slowly from it. He just had to remind himself that he can walk away if he gets uncomfortable.

"Psst!"

Elliot looked around. There was no one around.

"Psst! Elliot!" came a hushed shout from the kitchen door.

"Brett!" Elliot chuckled, "Why are you hiding?"

"I'm afraid to leave the kitchen," said the wolf, "Hank gets very controlling on this day. Until we're serving up ribs, he's not happy."

"Well, not too much longer," said Elliot.

"I brought cheesecake," the wolf held out a slice for him.

Elliot laughed, "Save it for later. Don't wanna spoil my appetite."

Brett grinned, "I like your cute little harness."

Elliot stuck his thumbs under the harness and flexed it out, "Yeah?"

Brett reached out the door and pulled Elliot to him by the harness. Elliot huffed as Brett pushed his lips to his. The lion gave in. He was rather popular today. The wolf was always such a sloppy make out. Elliot didn't mind at all. Brett's ears lowered as he heard Hank calling for him.

"Back to work big guy," Brett gave him a gentle smooch, "See you at the party."

"See you there. Don't work too hard."

Brett looked down and gave the lion a wink. Elliot stood there with half a chub. He put a paw over himself as he picked up his coffee and left the main cabin. Elliot could hear a rumbling as he wandered around the lake. There were flashing lights coming out of the rec centers windows.

Elliot hadn't been to anything greater than his senior prom, and it surely didn't have any lights like that. Flashes of reds, greens, blues, and purples lit up the windows with streaming lasers of all sorts shooting up against the panes. The rumbling continued as Elliot realized that was the bass.

Elliot looked up at the clock tower on the rec center. It was almost time for him to pick up Chewtoy. He wondered if he could make it there without getting caught up in something else. The lion turned his way to the staff cabins.

He wasn't the only one heading that direction. It appeared Hank finally released the men that were helping and they were eager to get cleaned up and ready for the party themselves. Elliot made his way to the Guardians cabin and gave the door three knocks.

Elric answered the door. His getup was quite something else. He had on a white, double v-necked harness that wrapped around his chest with a mask to match which was tied on at his horns. Around his waist was a flashy, white beaded skirt with gold medallions throughout.

"Elliot!" Elric looked pleased to see him, "Good man. You're early."

"Guess I couldn't wait anymore," Elliot chuckled.

"He's all yours," Elric patted the lion on his shoulder, "I need to go make sure nothings on fire."

"See you there!"

The ram had a lot of spring in his step as he left. Chewtoy came up to the door. He had his hands tangled together as he looked a bit embarrassed. The wolf was wearing a thick, leather collar around his neck with a short leash attached to it, and nothing else.

"I'm ready."

Elliot smiled and grabbed the wolf by his hands, "And I'm as ready as can be for whatever the hell I'm walking into."

Chewtoy laughed, "A lot of food, sex, and loud music."

"Exactly what I envisioned," Elliot chuckled as he led Chewtoy away.

The wolf fidgeted as he pulled his hand from Elliots. He held up his leash. His ears were laid back flat as he looked up at the sky.

"O..oh," said Elliot, he'd never led someone on a leash, "Can I hold the leash and your hand."

Chewtoy swooned as he nodded. Elliot took the leash and the wolf's hand. The wolf's tail was wagging rapidly. He looked rather happy by this arrangement. The smell of smoked ribs washed over them as the winds changed. Elliot's mouth started watering.

"Oh man, that smells so good," he said.

"We started food prep after lunch," Chewtoy leaned his head onto Elliot's shoulder, "I'm not very good at kitchen stuff, but Hank gave me the easy job of rubbing spices on all the ribs and loading them into the smoker."

"It certainly looked like chaos earlier," Elliot laughed, "I've never seen Hank so demanding."

"He's pretty brutal when it comes to food," Chewtoy nuzzled affectionately against the lion's shoulder, "And I'm happy he doesn't tiptoe around me like most of the staff does. I know I cower a lot, but it's nice to have someone be honest with me. That's probably why Elric has me work with Jean-Luc most of the time. He makes it a point to task me with something until I have it finished."

"On the outside, it looks like you're doing all the work," said Elliot.

"I do mostly," said Chewtoy, "Don't get it all wrong though. I like it. It helps keep my mind off of things. And it helps to keep my hands busy."

Him and Elliot stopped short of the rec center. The lion put his hands over the wolf's shoulders as he grinned at him. He gave the wolf a smooch. Chewtoy blushed as his tail started wagging again.

"Well, lets hope I can keep your hands busy," Elliot chuckled.

Chewtoy smirked, "Don't worry sir. I think tonight will be different. I'll just need a few breaks for fresh air. I get nervous in crowds."

"Me too," Elliot tugged on Chewtoy's leash, "Let's do this thing."

The front doors were propped open and the hallway leading to the gym had a long red carpet covering the way. Elliot guessed the dance room was probably too small for this event as they walked by it. The booming of the music grew louder as they walked. Chewtoy wrapped his arms around Elliot's. The lion smiled.

There was a broad archway of red balloons surrounding the entrance to the gym. The wolf and lion entered. Harper was up on a stage with a DJ mixer. The dingo was wearing a simple harness just like Elliot and had on big, red shades. He had one earmuff held to his ear as he bounced along to the music. The music pulsed and then boomed.

There were tables and chairs surrounding a dance floor, which already had several dancers going at it. They were all decked out in a variety of outfits, some of which Elliot couldn't even guess what they were.

Elliot took in all the decorations. Bright blossoms took up the middle of every table. Streamers were haphazardly tossed over every single rafter. Towers of red balloons dotted the room. The bundles were big enough to block out an area to provide some privacy to anyone who wanted to hide behind them. A banner was spread over Harper's head that announced the theme, "Kings and Princes".

Elliot leaned in to talk to Chewtoy, "So, how does this work?"

Chewtoy laughed, "Just have fun. We can hit up the food first if you like."

Elliot's stomach rumbled at the thought, "Let's do that."

Chewtoy took him by the hand and led him to the other side of the gym. The smell of ribs intensified as they got closer to the backdoor. Turbo and a few others were gathered around the giant smokers. The cheetah was serving up monstrous plates of food. Ribs, corn on the cob, asparagus, baked beans, and baked potatoes.

Turbo seemed to actually smile as Elliot and Chewtoy approached, "Master Elliot, Master Danny. What can I get for you?"

Chewtoy looked down at the ground when Turbo addressed him, "Uh...One...This is...a full serving sir."

Elliot held Chewtoy against him firmly, "Hit me with ribs Turbo."

"Very well sirs," the cheetah loaded plates up for them.

They grabbed their plates, a few beers, and headed back inside. Chewtoy picked the nearest table and set his plate down. There was a bundle of silverware at the center of the table. He grabbed one and handed it to Elliot, and then grabbed himself one.

"You seemed a bit nervous there," said Elliot.

"He...he doesn't really ever call me master," said Chewtoy as he stared down at his food.

"I think it's weird he calls me that at all," Elliot laughed as he dug into his ribs.

"I suppose so," said Chewtoy, "It's just unusual. He's always so stiff with me."

"Well," said Elliot as he licked his fingers, "It is a special night."

Chewtoy nodded, "This is true."

The wolf cracked open his beer and chugged half of it down. He sighed as he started in on his food. Elliot supposed the wolf was upset, since he was used to calling everyone else master. The lion wasn't sure if it was cute or bad for him. He knew if he dwelled on it too much, he'd back himself into a corner of misunderstanding again. He went back to stripping those delicious ribs down.

Chewtoy seemed to feel better after having got his fill of food. He leaned against Elliot's shoulder as the lion licked his fingers clean. The wolf held up his beer to toast.

"To a nice evening," Chewtoy chuckled as they clinked their beers together.

"And whatever may happen with it," Elliot gave the wolf a squeeze.

"I appreciate you inviting me sir," Chewtoy nestled up against Elliot.

"Hark you heathens!" a small guy clad in only a gas mask, a small harness with a leash attached, and leather shin guards leapt on top of their table and did a pose, "Lick my feet!"

Victor tugged back on the leash, making sit on the table, "Get back here! I really need to pull in the lead a bit more."

Elliot laughed, "You two look great."

Victor grinned, he was wearing a flowery sash around his midsection and equally flowery cuffs on his wrists and ankles, "Hehe, thanks. My best accessory is this leash. Keeps him from running off too far."

"I can already see him wiping out a whole table with it," Elliot chuckled.

Victor twisted the leash in closer, "Don't give him any ideas."

Keller wagged his tail, "Let's get some eats!"

"The gas mask is also a great muffler," Victor laughed as he picked up the coyote, "We'll be right back."

The wolf went to get more beer for them. He returned with a six pack. Elliot cuddled up with the wolf as they went to work on the beers. Soon the whole room was packed as Harper fired the music up. Elliot admired the outfits everyone had. He'd surely have to put something together for next year.

Jiro and Jules joined him. The bat did some poses in his outfit. His hood and knee high boots were bright purple with flashes of lime green streaks over them. Jules wore something similar, but his mask was made of leather, and had wings shooting off the back. It was a vibrant blue, and he had on black military style boots.

"Excuse me sir?" Jules laughed, "Did you order the wrestlers?!"

"I guess I did," Elliot motioned for them to sit.

Jiro shot a message for Jules to translate. The kangaroo rolled his eyes, "Yes, I know it's quiet for a party!"

Jiro laughed. The party started to heat up as everyone started moving from food to the dance floor. Elliot was content with cuddling Chewtoy. He wasn't sure if the wolf would want to dance.

Pascal came over with drinks in his hands, "A hot tamale for my sweet boy!" Chewtoy wagged his tail as he took it, "And a margarita for the gentleman!"

"Trying to get me drunk Pascal?" Elliot laughed and Pascal clinked his own margarita with him.

The wolf suckled on his straw for a moment before responding, "Time to get loose El! Drink up. The night is young and the party's just getting started!"

The wolf danced himself away. Chewtoy lifted his glass to the lion and threw it back. The wolf coughed as he fanned his tongue. Whatever a hot tamale was, it seemed a bit too much.

Chewtoy sucked half a beer in to cool his tongue off, "Woof. A bit too hot. He's terrible at making drinks."

Elliot sipped his margarita, "I dunno. This ain't bad."

"Wait until your body finds out how much tequila he put in there," Chewtoy laughed, "He's a danger to society."

Elliot took a few more sips, "Should we go dance?"

"I'm here for you sir," Chewtoy wagged his tail.

Elliot smirked. He stood up and held his hand out for him. Chewtoy went with him out to the dancefloor. Harper was spinning music Elliot had never heard of. He couldn't even name the instrument but he started to move with the tune. Chewtoy stuck his leash into the lion's hand and started to grind himself back against the lion.

"Don't forget handsome dads," Harper got on a microphone, "Get your votes in the boxes up here in front of my stage before ten. You will pick your favorite boys to be King and Prince official for the evening. And those two will win a free pass up to the VIP cabin where they'll receive full service from myself and two staffers of their choice. We'll entertain you, cook for you, we'll be your humble servants. And if you want to give some of the staff a break, you can also vote for us!"

The crowd cheered in excitement. Harper let the bass loose as the crowd started to bounce around. Elliot was happy he and Chewtoy were on the outer ring. Chewtoy leaned himself back against the lion, wrapping his arms back over the lion's head.

Elliot leaned his head down over the wolf's shoulder. He held his arms around him as the wolf sidled his hips. The wolf's rump was placed snugly against his sheath, getting a rise out of him. The wolf seemed to have no shame as Elliot realized Chewtoy was fully erect.

Elliot looked around the room. He could feel his ears turn red. As the bodies continued to grind, the testosterone rose. Not a limp dick in the place. Everyone carried on as usual though. Dancing, drinking, eating, being merry with the companionship they had with each other. The lion was sure everyone was just getting warmed up for what was to be an eventful evening.

Rannulf and Brody were lifted up onto the stage. Both of them were dressed in brightly colored feathered capes and nothing else. The jerboa waved the zebras fat dick around, getting several cheers from the crowd. Rannulf smacked Brody's ass as he pointed to a pole at the left side of the stage. Rannulf went to the right side where his own pole waited for him. The both of them started off with rather lewd poses. They got more cheers as they started their routine. Elliot was sure most of the crowd wished they were one of those poles.

Chewtoy turned himself in Elliot's arms, leaning up to his ear, "You ok?"

"Yeah," Elliot chuckled, "This is just so much to take in."

"We can step out for a beer," Chewtoy offered.

"I'll take it."

Chewtoy led the lion back out to the barbeque area. Elliot pulled out his smokes and offered one to the wolf. He gladly accepted. Once Elliot had them lit, Chewtoy blushed as he looked over the lion.

"Damn, you're so good looking," the wolf giggled.

"So are you," Elliot grinned.

"I still can't thank you enough for bringing me," said Chewtoy, "It means a lot to me."

"A handsome guy like you?" Elliot tugged on his leash, "How could I resist?"

Chewtoy put his hand up on the lion's chest, rubbing beneath the harness, "Handsome? I look like I went through a paper shredder."

"Doesn't matter to me," said Elliot, "I like how you are."

"It's strange," the wolf lowered his head, "I've been treated so well these last few years, and everyone is so kind. I hate that I'm broken, but it's always these moments that make me feel weakest. It's very hard to feel deserving."

"I don't think you're broken," said Elliot, "Just being rebuilt."

Chewtoy chuckled, "That's one way to put it."

"You have the structure," said Elliot, "We're just working around the parts that we can't repair, and adding in new parts to make you feel better."

"You're pretty good with engines," said Chewtoy, "Both on cars and people."

"I was pretty broken myself when I got here," said Elliot, "You all have done the same for me. Never in my life would I have pictured myself in a place like this. You guys fixed my engine."

Chewtoy pushed into a kiss with him. Elliot gripped his arms tightly around the wolf. Chewtoy let out a happy whine against his lips. Elliot huffed as their lips parted.

"Sorry sir," said Chewtoy, "It felt like the right moment."

"It was," Elliot laughed as he held the wolf in close.

Elliot looked off into the gym as the music went from techno to western, "What on earth?"

Chewtoy shrugged. They finished their smoke and went back inside. In the middle of the dance floor was Allen, Luke, and several others. They were all line dancing. The crowd cheered and laughed as they carried on. Elliot wished he had a camera for this. Pascal came in with a lasso and roped Allen, pulling him off the dance floor.

"Come on little doggie!" Pascal shouted out.

Allen laughed as he couldn't do anything to fight the lasso. His hands were bound tight in his hooves. Harper booed Pascal but turned the music back. The crowd cheered and were soon back in full swing.

Pascal released Allen, "Hehe, aren't you a cute little horsey."

Allen wagged his tail, "If you've come to rustle me up, you've got me."

Pascal grabbed Allen by the bridle and led him back onto the dance floor. Luke was lifted up onto Pascal's shoulders. The wolf danced away with the both of them, not letting go of Allen's leads. Elliot felt left out as his cabin mates and counselor danced together.

Chewtoy nudged the lion and handed him his leash, "Let's get out there."

Elliot took the leash. He and Chewtoy worked their way through the crowd. Bumping and grinding among the bodies. They finally made their way to Luke, Allen, and Pascal.

"Elliot!" Pascal threw his arms around the lion and wolf, "Chewtoy! Look at you two studs. Now, I'm gonna make you the same offer I've made everyone tonight. Party in my bed, after we crown the King and Prince."

Elliot laughed, "I might have to pass on that. I may be a little occupied at that time."

Pascal was obviously drunk as he grabbed Elliot by the shoulders, "You fuck him nicely. He's a good boy, and you're a good boy. Good boys stick together. I'm a bad boy." Pascal wagged his tail rapidly.

"Yes you are!" Elliot shouted over the music.

Pascal grinned as he hugged around the lion and wolf, giving them both kisses. Chewtoy was wagging his tail too as Elliot found himself making out with the both of them. Elliot closed his eyes as his concentration left the room. The three of them massaged tongues back and forth. Elliot found himself fully erect again as both wolves grinded against him.

Luke was still sitting atop Pascal, "H...hey! Can't you b...boys share w...with me!"

"Luke!" Pascal broke the kiss and lifted him down. The wolf shoved his maw over that rat's mouth before he could get out any words. Allen slid his arms around the both of them from behind Pascal. The wolf pushed back against Allen, taking the wolf's swollen prick into his ass.

It was just as Elliot had expected in the morning. This was bound to turn into one massive orgy. He wasn't sure yet if he was down for it or not. Elliot didn't get too long to try and decide. Pascal was hungry for attention as he pulled the wolf and lion back in to share his kiss with Luke. Luke's cheeks were very red, he seemed almost as embarrassed as Elliot. Chewtoy seemed comfortable as he went with the flow.

Luke giggled as he pulled from the kiss. His hands wrapped around Elliot's and pulled the lion away with him, "Y...you b...boys have fun! W...we're g...gonna go g...get a drink!"

Allen made kissy faces at them, "Go easy on him Elliot!"

The two of them left the three wolves on the dance floor. Luke had a tight grip on Elliot's hand as he led him outside. Luke hugged himself around the lion. Elliot blushed and held onto Luke.

"Thanks," said Elliot, "I wasn't sure what to do back there."

"It's alright," Luke tugged two beers from the ice pool, "H...here!"

"Pascal stole our dates," Elliot chuckled as he opened his beer.

"I'll b...be sure t...thank him later," Luke chuckled as he swigged his beer down, "I hope you d...don't m...mind?"

"Oh, no," Elliot said, "I had a feeling this sort of thing would happen."

Elliot and Luke chatted over drinks and smokes. The crowd inside sounded like they were getting rowdier. Luke nudged Elliot in the arm and pointed inside. Chewtoy looked lost as he kept poking his head up over the crowds. Elliot went in to get him.

"Elliot!" Chewtoy cried out and hugged the lion, "I didn't mean to scare you off!"

Elliot held him tight, "You didn't scare me off. I was just getting some air."

The wolf wagged his tail, but his face was still full of worry"Well, ok."

"Did you have fun?" Elliot chuckled.

"Yes sir," the wolf nodded, "I hope it was ok."

"Of course," Elliot held his hands with his, "I think I'm a bit too shy to do that kind of thing in such a crowded room." Elliot became aware of how much of it was happening around him at that moment.

Harper got everyone's attention as he hit the mic again, "Attention all you sexy dads. Fifteen minutes to get your votes in, and then we'll get to find out who we all like the most! And if anyone wishes to please the DJ, I have a vacant space beneath my deck."

"I suppose we should get our votes in," Elliot chuckled.

Elliot grabbed hold of Chewtoy's leash and led them through the crowd. The wolf was happily wagging his tail. He really seemed to like being led around on the leash. There were two boxes below the stage. They had writing on them, King and Prince etched in gold lettering to indicate which boxes to stuff.

The both of them picked up the cards. Instructions marked at the top told them to write their name on the line provided and who they wanted to nominate on the line below. Beneath the nomination line, it stated that no one can nominate themselves.

"I really don't know who to write down," said Elliot.

Chewtoy blushed as he had already thrown his votes in the box, "I...uh...I already planned my votes."

Elliot huffed as he looked at the cards. He shrugged and wrote down Chewtoy's name on both of them. He could use a break. Elliot doubted anyone else would vote for him, but the thought made him happy. The lion grabbed the wolf's leash and led him out onto the dancefloor.

The dance floor had mostly cleared up as everyone was busy doing business elsewhere. One corner in particular was rather crowded. Elliot was sure that's where Randall was. Harper switched over to some slow music as he announced the votes were now being counted. Elliot held onto Chewtoy as they danced to the slow pace. The lion liked this better than the pulse pounding tunes from earlier.

Several minutes went by as Harper picked up the mic again, "Alright folks, put your hands together for the lovable king of all kings! Our very own dad, Elric!"

The crowd howled and hollered as Elric stepped up on the stage. He let them carry on for a few moments. He held his hands up and lowered them down. The room sunk down to quiet chatter and excitement.

"Oh my goodness," Elric chuckled as he began to pace the stage, "Thank you all so much. You guys all look gorgeous tonight. I hope you're all having a good time?" The room howled again, Elric chuckled, "Now, now. I bet you're all wondering who your king and prince are?" More howls.

"Shhshhshh," Elric held a finger up to his lips, "Get your applause ready. First up! We have our sweet prince. He's tall. Popular. Probably dripping with cum right now." Several hands started pushing Randall up to the stage, "Oh! I see you guys know who I'm talking about! Give it up for Prince Randall!"

The room erupted in lewd sex calls. Randall hopped up on the stage and bowed down for the princes crown. Elric fixed it on his head and the jackal shook his ass for the crowd. He looked like he was putting in overtime at the dance.

"Alright you perverts," said Elric, "Calm down." The room hushed again. "Now! For the gracious king to accompany this lewd prince! And my word! Never have I seen a newbie become king!" All eyes zipped between all the new guys. Elliot hid behind Chewtoy.

"Even this lad has caught my eye!" Elric chuckled as he paced the stage, "Apparently he's been treating some of you lads rather well! HAGAN!"

Bran lifted the raccoon over his head with a howl and ran him up to the stage. Howls and whistles followed the dumbstruck raccoon as he was propped up on stage. Randall picked up the shocked raccoon as he presented him to Elric for the king's crown.

"Well done lad!" Elric gave the raccoon a sweet kiss after making sure the crown was as secure as it could be. Hagan ran a bit small for it. The ram held out his arm, "Let's hear it again for King Hagan and Prince Randall! I hope you boys pick me for your little trip!" The ram wiggled his eyebrows at them.

Harper took the mic from Elric, "Alrighty dads! Let's heat up the dance floor! We have two more hours to kill and then we'll have the midnight howl! And like a good dad, we'll pass the fuck out from too much excitement!" The dingo was back on the intense music as the dancefloor became a swarm. Randall joined into the fray with a still shocked Hagan on his shoulders.

Chewtoy took hold of Elliot's hand. The wolf nodded toward the door. The lion agreed. He was happy about Hagan's win. The raccoon was too sweet for his own good. Elliot led the wolf outside, and he popped them out a cigarette each.

"Thanks," said Chewtoy as he took it, "I gave you both my votes."

Elliot chuckled, "I gave you both of mine too."

Chewtoy grinned as Elliot lit him up, "That's kind of you sir."

"You work too hard," said Elliot as he puffed on his smoke, "You need a break."

Chewtoy sighed as he took Elliot's hand, "I get plenty. Wanna go somewhere more quiet?"

"Oh?" Elliot asked, "Sure. Lets walk."

Elliot held his hand tight against Chewtoys. The wolf's tail was wagging as they went. He gave a tug against the lion's hand and moved them down to one of the docks. The music grew distant behind them as Chewtoy led them over the dock. They sat down on one of the benches.

Elliot put his arm around the wolf. Chewtoy snuggled up against him. He cautiously put his hand against the lion's thigh. The two of them sat in silence for a while. They enjoyed the peace as they held onto each other.

"This is nice," said Elliot.

"Yeah it is," said Chewtoy as he nuzzled against Elliot's chest.

The lion rubbed his hand along the wolf's back. Chewtoy slowly slid himself down. Elliot huffed as he felt the wolf's tongue press over his sheath. The wolf started to lap him up to a full salute. Elliot rubbed his hand up between the wolf's ears.

"Is this ok sir?" Chewtoy asked as he nuzzled along the lion's cock.

Elliot squeezed his hands against the wolf, "Of course."

The wolf licked up the lion's length before sitting up, "May I ride you sir?"

Elliot smiled softly as he helped the wolf get up over him. Chewtoy beamed with joy as he took his place over the lion. The lion blushed as the wolf pressed himself down. Elliots ears burned. The wolf was still wet from what Pascal had done to him. Elliot was surprised at himself as he found himself enjoying the feel of seconds.

Chewtoy clenched his hole down tight as he engulfed every inch of the lion's shaft. The wolf locked his knees around him and started to ride. Elliot clenched his hands around the wolf's waist as he huffed out happily. The warmth of the wolf's hole was most welcoming.

The wolf gripped over Elliot's nipple rings, giving them gentle tugs, "Mmf...may we kiss sir?"

Elliot slid a hand up to the back of the wolf's head and pulled him in. Their maws connected and Chewtoy submitted to the lion's tongue. The wolf moaned out as he rocked his hips along firmly. The lion grunted as the wolf squeezed his cock and his nips. The wolf certainly knew how to please him as they made out.

Elliot leaned back a little, giving the wolf a bit more leverage against his belly. The wolf rode hard, expertly rolling his walls along every inch of the lion. Chewtoy made out with him sloppily. Elliot came to love this kind of making out. He wrestled his tongue with his, panting heavily as the friction between them kept getting hotter.

Chewtoy started to rock his hips in a way Elliot had never felt. The lion was so turned on by how the wolf's insides pulled against him. The intense pressure rose from his loins as he started to cum. Chewtoy on instinct slammed himself down. His walls clenching down around the lion's cock.

Elliot gasped as the wolf leaned back from the kiss to let the lion moan. Chewtoy started to jerk himself off hard. The wolf moaned out loudly as he started to cum in moments. The streams of the wolf's seed splattered over the lion's body. Elliot got some over his face and maw. Chewtoy unloaded quite the storm.

Elliot licked his tongue over the salty flavors. Chewtoy huffed out happily as he let himself fall back against the lion's maw. He licked up the mess he made over the lion's face before settling back into a deep kiss with him.

Elliot could feel the wolf's monstrous cock throb between them. The cum kept flowing out of him, soaking deep into their fur as they made out. Elliot's own meat flexed against the clenched walls. Moaning against the wolf as they held onto each other in the intense afterglow.

Chewtoy leaned back from the kiss, "Mm...Sorry about the mess sir."

Elliot puffed as he held his arms around the wolf's waist, "I don't mind."

Chewtoy wagged his tail, "You're too kind sir."

Elliot rubbed the wolf with his hands, "Nowhere as kind as you."

Chewtoy blushed as his hands went back to the lion's nipples. He idly played with the piercings there, making the lion purr in delight. Chewtoy leaned down to kiss the lion on his nose. The wolf slowly pulled himself up, freeing Elliot from the warmth.

Chewtoy slid down onto his feet and grabbed the lion's hands, "Come on. Let's clean off in the lake."

Elliot laughed, "Too good for a shower?"

Chewtoy blushed, "Just getting what I want sir. More time with you."

Elliot stood up. He undid Chewtoy's collar and let it clatter onto the dock. The lion then slid his harness off. He smiled at the wolf as he held his hand to his and gave it a kiss. He and Chewtoy turned to the end of the dock and leapt off.