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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

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"Are we there yet?" Alex groaned.

"For the fucking five hundred and fiftieth time, no! Now shut up!" Dylan snarled.

"But I'm hot and thirsty, plus I need to use the bathroom!" Alex whined.

"I told you to go while we were filling up with gas, dumbass!" Dylan sighed in frustration as they were already starting to head out of Phoenix on their way to their final destination of San Diego.

"I didn't need to go then..." the king cheetah pouted; arms folded defiantly.

"Fuck, fine. I'll find somewhere to get something to drink and you can go to the bathroom then...happy?" Dylan eventually relented after a few moments of silence.

"You're the best!" Alex smiled and instantly perked up.

"There looks like a spot..." Dylan pointed out a little further up the road ahead of them, a rather seedy looking roadside bar.

"The...The Hay Bar? What, is that like a gay bar for cows or something?" Alex asked in confusion. "Are you sure it's a good idea going in there, aside from the obvious health code violations?"

"Look, it's either that, or I keep driving...all the way through to San Diego...without stopping!" Dylan said with an edge, knuckles turning white beneath fur from gripping the steering wheel so tight, letting Alex know it wasn't an idle threat.

"Okay, fine. Let's go inside and risk our lives then..." Alex replied, this time with only a little sass.

The Hay Bar was on the outskirts of Phoenix along one of the trucking routes, from the exterior it looked like it had been decent at some point, probably around the seventies or eighties. The paint on the walls had faded to a sickly yellow from what had obviously been a luscious golden straw color way back when. Even a couple of the neon letters faltered and flickered, making it look more like the sign read "They Bar". Despite its exterior and general air of being run down however, it still seemed to be somewhat popular with a few regulars. With a couple big rigs parked out back, it at least didn't look to be too busy. On entering The Hay Bar, their suspicions were confirmed. Inside were all herbivore species, ranging from a large ebony Draft Horse at the far end of the bar, all the way down to a chubby Guinea Pig. There was even an Alpaca in the back playing pool with a rather rotund and profusely sweating pig. There were a couple crinkled dollar bills on the edge of the pool table as their wager, but after watching the pair play a little, it was obvious why neither wanted to bet anything bigger.

Alex grinned and nodded subtly back toward the pool table at Dylan while whispering conspiratorially, "We should play, maybe make a few extra bucks for our trip?" the cheetah suggested with a grin.

"Howdy, what can I do you fer?" An old bull asked from behind the bar, startling the two felines as he suddenly popped up from stocking the shelves below. He couldn't help but chuckle in a friendly manner at their fluffed-up tails despite them trying to act nonchalant.

"Waah! Fuckinghell! Oh; uh...hey there. Could we get two cold ones and the directions to your bathroom?" Dylan barely managed to say without sounding too skittish.

"Coming right up, bathroom is at the back on the left" Hank, the faded embroidery on his shirt indicated his name was, pointed back over his shoulder as he turned about to grab two bottles from the back of the fridge.

While Alex headed off to find relief, Dylan sat at the bar and idly sipped the ice-cold beer like it was mothers' milk straight from a teat. The ice-cold liquid was a godsend after the unbearable heat outside. Looking around the place, despite being a bit run down, it actually seemed rather cozy. Even though they were the only predator species in the bar, no one was staring at them or doing anything to make them feel uncomfortable. Everyone just carried on like nothing was out of the ordinary, even after Dylan's startled yelp.

The door chimed and caught Dylan's attention, causing the king cheetah to swing around on the barstool and follow the sound. A rather surprised looking donkey entered the bar, pausing where he stood as he was suddenly met by the sight of a cheetah in his herbivore bar. At first Dylan thought he was going to make a scene, but after a moment of sizing up, the donkey merely nodded once before moving over to occupy a stool a couple seats over. The way the cushion molded to his ass; Dylan assumed that was his usual spot.

Looking around the room from the Pig and Alpaca still playing pool, still not very well either, Dylan looked over toward the large imposing looking draft stallion. He was calmly and slowly sipping from a glass tumbler that looked comically small in his big hand, judging by the amber liquid inside on a large sphere of ice, it must have been a very well-aged whiskey. The large horse seemed to be lost in his own world, his ears barely twitching or swiveling for any sound beside the clinking of the ice in his glass. The expensive looking drink seemed counter-intuitive to his clothing however, the horse only wearing shirt so stained it was hard to tell the original color of it, beneath a pair of well-worn dungarees. His large muscled arms and broad chest on full display with how snug his shirt was on him, making him seem more imposing but less threatening at the same time somehow.

Behind the large horse sat the chubby Guinea Pig, he was a cute little guy from the look of it. Beside him sat a very soft and pretty looking silvery grey Chinchilla with dark hair and purple highlights, though Dylan couldn't tell if the silver fur was from age or just her natural color. Dylan tried not to stare, but they were both very uncommon species to see about, at least outside of a high-rise office. Judging by their attire though, they were well and truly part of the trucking scene in their flannel shirts and grubby well-worn jeans.

"Dammit Pete, stop touching at my ass!" a loud voice bellowed from somewhere below.

"You're ninety-percent ass Darla, what else am I supposed to touch?" came another voice from down below as well, assumedly Pete.

"You hear how your staff talk to me?" Darla laughed, a hefty bovine woman with breasts straining even the industrial strength buttons of her top, as she climbed the steps from the storage room below the bar.

"It's the sexiest ninety-percent I've ever seen" Hank replied while leaning in to kiss his wife on the cheek.

"See that, Pete? That's how you treat a lady, you should take notes before your right hand gets calloused over from too much use." Darla sneered back down at the still unseen Pete.

"You two should fuck and get it over with already," The donkey butted in with a grin.

"Jay, just because you're a Donkey, doesn't mean you have to be an ass all your life," Darla smirked and stuck her tongue out at him.

"What'd I miss?" Alex huffed and hopped up on the seat beside Dylan, catching only part of the conversation.

"You know what, I think we should chill here for a while before we hit the road again. Maybe we should play a round of pool after all..." Dylan replied with a slight grin, clearly enjoying these sorts of down to earth folk. They were rough around the edges, hardworking salt of the earth kinds. As they were heading to a new University in San Diego, Dylan knew they would be surrounded by pretentious know-it-all types soon enough and wanted to enjoy this kind of normalcy as long as possible.

"Awesome!" Alex grinned, grabbing the as yet untouched beer off the bar counter before wandering over toward the pool table at the back. "Hey guys, care for some two on two?"

The Alpaca and pig looked at each other for a moment, then leaned either side to look past Alex at Dylan still sitting at the bar before nodding. Dylan thought there might have been a grin on their lips, but it was hard to tell under the dingy light in the back corner. With the first beer finished, Dylan hopped off the barstool and went over to join the game. The first round was over pretty quickly with the felines thoroughly beating the Alpaca and the Pig, it was so much not even a contest that Dylan actually felt bad for winning that hard. With the alcohol fueling Alex's confidence, the smug feline decided to place a little money down for a bet. Reluctantly Kuzco, whose real name was actually David, the Alpaca and his friend Andy, whom they called Babe, agreed. Alex's eyes widened at the fat stack of bills in both their wallets as they fished out their bet, shooting Dylan a knowing grin. They were pretty good at pool after all and could probably clean out both Kuzco and Babe's wallets if they played this right.

The second game was a little more of a challenge, but still the twin king cheetah's managed to win comfortably. "Alright, I think we better stop there...We don't want to take all your money..." Dylan offered good naturedly. Of course, both Dylan and Alex both knew there was no way these two truckers were going to let two young felines walk off with their money so easily, their pride and bruised egos wouldn't allow it.

"Double or nuthin'..." Kuzco grumbled, slapping double his last wager down.

"I don't know, that's a lot of money..." Alex interjected, trying to ham it up some.

"Quadruple or nuthin'!" Babe snorted, adding a further chunk of cash to the pot.

It was definitely now a lot of money and both Dylan and Alex could really use it, only they wouldn't be able to match that amount if they somehow managed to lose. Under normal circumstances they wouldn't have taken the bet, but the pig and alpaca were so hopelessly terrible at the game, they figured it was a safe bet. "We don't have that kind of money though..." Dylan finally offered truthfully.

"If you win, you get the cash. If we win, you give our cash back AND you have to do a challenge of our choice?" Kuzco offered. "Sound fair to everyone else?" he asked to the until now, unnoticed small crowd watching on with interest.

"Go easy on 'em..." Darla smirked, folding her arms under her full bust as she laughed softly, making her nose ring bounce a little. Dylan of course couldn't help but stare at the jiggling bust, the cheetahs' cheeks almost bursting into flames a moment later when Darla noticed the stare and gave a teasing wink back.

Again, Dylan and Alex shared a brief look, resisting the urge to grin at the hopeless pair before them. "You're on!" the felines said in unison, throwing caution to the wind, followed by a few hoots and hollers from the bar's patrons. Thinking they were the only predators in the bar, so what was the worst that could happen?

Dylan and Alex watched in amazement as Kuzco and Babe cleaned the table within moments of them breaking, standing back and grinning at the two bewildered felines. They had been well and truly hustled, the two idiots weren't idiots at all, they were damned pool sharks!

"You hustled us!" Dylan growled and bristled.

"Yeah, they hustled you good!" Jay brayed and snorted from his seat at the bar, slapping his knee.

"In the spirit of fairness, if you manage to beat our challenge, we'll give you all the money we've bet so far. Sound fair?" Kuzco offered, waving a fat stack of greenbacks at the pissed off felines.

"Fine, seems fair to me. What's the challenge? We're not eating anything disgusting though..." Alex growled out in response, once more with arms folded defiantly.

"Oh, well actually the only thing getting eaten here, is you two. If you can withstand Darla and Velvet's oral skills for two minutes, you get all the money and we'll even cover your bar tab for the night!" Babe stated with a big old smile, scratching the underside of his exposed and rotund belly.

"If we fail the challenge?" Dylan asked curiously.

"Well, then you're tonight's entertainment, at least until Hank closes the bar" Kuzco offered.

Dylan and Alex stepped one side to have a brief discussion, looking over at the cow and the chinchilla. They didn't seem very interested in the idea so perhaps they might not be that good or even into it at all. It was worth the risk, at the very least at least they'd have a rather unique story to tell, perhaps even a bit of fun along the way.

"We'll do it...but no one watches us from the front. We'll sit on the edge of the pool table facing the back wall so you can't see anything while they...do their thing. Fair?" Dylan demanded, sighing internally in relief as there were no attempts to protest. Dylan and Alex did exactly as they said, with Kuzco and Babe joining the small crowd of onlookers watching from behind, they hopped up onto the far side of the pool table with their backs to the crowd. Darla and Velvet joined them soon after, looking back and forth between the two cheetahs' before deciding whom would take on whom.

Darla gently pushed Dylan's thighs apart before guiding the felines knees over her shoulders to get a better view of the feline cunt before her, pushing her short skirt up about her waist before thick fingers tugged the crotch of the plain white panties aside to reveal a snug looking little pink slit.

Meanwhile Velvet knelt between Alex's thighs, tugging the twin feline fem a little more over the edge of the table to get a better look at what she had to work with. Though with Alex's skirt worked up about her thighs, the chinchilla only guided one knee over her shoulder and held it firmly in place, the other hand would tug the pink cotton underwear aside to reveal an almost identical slit to her sister's.

"Ready...aaaand...go!" Hank hollered as he grinned at his wife, holding a professional looking stopwatch Dylan noted. For a brief moment she wondered how often they did this if they had to get something like that to...

Her mind went blank as Darla got to work, unfortunately Dylan didn't know much about bovine anatomy before she accepted the challenge. But even by those standards, Darla had an unusually long and thick tongue. Dylan growled and snarled, claws scratching at the green baize of the pool table behind her as she fought off waves of pleasure. Her thighs clamped firm about Darla's head as her toes curled and spread repeatedly. She hadn't really been that into women before, but goddamn if she had bumped into Darla sooner, she might've been converted early on. The cow's long broad tongue was curling and folding over inside her cunt, rubbing and buzzing spots in her that she had only been able to briefly touch with a dolphin dick shaped dildo. But this was infinitely better, Darla seemed to pick up on which spots worked the best and zeroed in on them, within moments Dylan was lying flat on her back on the pool table gasping for air as her hips bucked and ground against the cow's snout. The way she was mewling and panting, her taut tummy muscles flexing and straining, there was no mistaking that she had failed the challenge. Darla grinned triumphantly from between the feline's thighs, savoring the taste of victory over the predator.

"Damn hon, must be getting better at this, not even a minute in!" Hank cheered, soon followed by everyone else in the crowd.

Alex looked over at her sister with worry in her eyes, it was up to her now to make it through this challenge or who knew what would happen to them. Her eyes travelled down along her sister's toned abs to where Darla's face was still buried between her thighs; an almost malicious glint in the bovines' eyes as she kept on working her tongue inside her still cumming sister. Dylan groaned and twitched as if she was being shocked with a cattle prod every time Darla's magic tongue danced against certain spots inside her.

"One minute left!" Hank called out, letting Alex know she was halfway there. The feline closed her eyes and tried to fight off the sensations of the ultra-soft fur rubbing against her inner thighs and the gentle little suckles to her clit. With the slender fingers curling in and out of her cunt not quite long enough to reach her G-spot thankfully, Alex began to think she was going to make it. "Thirty seconds left!" Hank hollered; she was so close now...

It happened so suddenly she didn't have time to react, Velvet withdrew her fingers from Alex's slick cunt and slipped them down and back a little before sinking them back inside somewhere else. "Fuck!" Alex snarled as she climaxed hard, bucking and squirming against the pool table as a triumphant Velvet gave her clit one last kiss.

"Sorry girls, you lose" Darla said triumphantly after finally relenting her teasing of Dylan, the busty cow stood up and grinned down at the panting and purring feline; whom for the moment didn't seem upset that she'd lost.

"This one likes it in the ass..." Velvet teased as she too stood up between Alex's spread thighs, speaking to the rather interested crowd gathered around not far off.

"I do not!" Alex tried to deny, her cheeks flushing with color at the accusation.

"You damn near drowned me the moment I stuck a finger under your tail, sweetheart..." the feisty chinchilla pointed out, laughing as Alex suddenly couldn't make eye contact and lowered her ears, almost trying to hide from the accusing glare Dylan was giving her.

"Best get comfortable girls, it's going to be a long night" Darla said in a rather motherly tone which did not match the mischievous glint in her eyes. She helped guide Dylan and Alex to lay almost head-to-head on top of the pool table with their legs hanging over the edge for easy access of what was to come.

"Hope y'all don't mind returning the favor..." Velvet said as she climbed up onto the table, grinning smugly down at Alex as she straddled the felines muzzle suggestively. Already having shucked her denims and underwear, the silky soft chinchilla didn't seem to be bothered by being naked in front of all the men. Before Alex could respond, her lips parted in a surprised groan as someone parted her thighs and already began stuffing her full of cock. Velvet took the opportunity to settle herself down on the open maw of the feline with a wiggle as she reached down to stroke through Alex's long silky locks, finding the stripes of black and gold to be rather fetching.

"Damn, feline pussy is great!" Kuzco huffed as he gripped Alex's legs tight to his chest while his hips worked back and forth, stirring his eager member in and out of the pinned feline. "She's silkier on the inside than Velvet is on the outside!" the alpaca joked, causing Alex to blush hot enough that she feared she might scald Velvet's inner thighs with her ears and cheeks.

Dylan wasn't faring much better as Darla was far less tactful and graceful than Velvet, the feline struggling under the hefty heifer as she got her first taste of another woman's cunt. Sure, she'd planned on experimenting once they got to university, but she'd imagined it being far more romantic than this. The bovines' thick thighs completely encompassed her head and cut off her hearing, forcing her to focus on the warm, almost sour salty taste grinding down against her tongue. Despite the humiliation of what was happening to her, Dylan couldn't stop herself from getting so damned aroused, she was beginning to worry she'd soak the green baize of the pool table beneath her.

"Woah there mister, what do you think you're doing?" Darla sneered and quickly cupped a hand down between Dylan's thighs as Hank began to guide them apart with intent, one hand at Dylan's inner thigh while the other tried to eagerly get his trousers down.

"B..b..but...Cheetahs!" Hank tried to argue, looking down longingly at the bare snug looking pink cunt before him.

"But nothing mister, you're a married man!" Darla scowled, nodding for him to return back to the bar and completely ignoring the fact she was grinding her cunt down against the very same cheetah's mouth her husband was intent on plowing.

"Never get to have any fun, damn bitch..." Hank muttered under his breath as he stomped back over behind the bar, trying to ignore his raging hardon.

"What was that?" Darla called out while glaring at him.

"Nothing, love you honey! Don't smother the poor thing now, y'hear!" he called back with his best shit eating grin.

"You are so pussy whipped, it's a miracle she lets you keep your balls in your pants..." Pete snickered from the stairs leading down to the basement. Hank glowered at the goat before kicking the trapdoor closed on him, the hard "thunk" sound of the wood hitting the goats' horns followed by a pained groan making the bull smile in satisfaction.

"Damn girl, we ain't even barely started yet...." Darla commented as she felt just how slick Dylan was getting, raising her fingers to her face and parting her digits to reveal the thin spiderweb like strands of the cheetah's excitement. "Babe, best come give this needy bitch some dick before she starts a fire" the bovine laughed, reaching down to give Dylan's clit a playful rub and causing her to squirm and whimper from below.

Babe eagerly shuffled over and dropped his trousers, wasting no time in stuffing his short but thick cock inside the snug pink slit before him. Darla chuckled as she felt the somewhat pained groan from beneath her as Dylan's pussy was stretched wide. "Oh yeah, she didn't like that. C'mon Babe, fuck her good!" Darla encouraged as she ground down against the moaning felines mouth, loving the feeling those sounds were making against her own cunt. Babe was already starting to snort and pant even after the first few strokes, knowing he wasn't going to last much longer. Still, he tried as hard as he could to fight back his climax, but the tight feline around him just felt too good. Along with that, watching the busty Darla ride her face to climax was just too much for the rotund pig to withstand. As soon as Darla began to bellow through her own climax, making a mess of Dylan's face in the process, Babe would follow close behind.

Dylan couldn't stop either event from happening, first the explosive cows climax all over her face, leaving her warm and sticky. The strong scent of another woman's cunt now soaked into her fur and all she would be smelling until she managed to find somewhere to clean herself off. That wasn't the worst of it though, she also felt the uncomfortably large amount of hot mess being pumped inside her. Again, she hadn't known much about herbivore anatomy or how much pigs climax. Dylan shuddered as soon as Babe withdrew his shrinking cock from her cunt and she felt his seed spill from her slightly gaped pussy, trickling down between her buttocks.

She wouldn't have long to contemplate on her situation however, someone tapped her shoulder to get her attention. Laying beside her was the chubby guinea pig she'd seen earlier. Once he had her attention, he reached down to pat his bare lap invitingly. At least he was smaller than Babe, in length and girth, she could handle him easily enough, she thought. With great effort Dylan forced herself to roll onto her hands and knees before crawling over to mount the small male. Just as she dropped her hips to his, barely feeling the rodents thankfully short member, she looked up to see Alex was still pinned beneath the chinchilla and a giddy looking alpaca hammering between her spread thighs.

Dylan almost snickered as she watched her sister taking a decent sized dick still, suddenly glad she had gotten the guinea pig. Before she could start moving however, a sudden and unexpected weight fell over her back. It was the damned donkey from earlier she noted, Jay she seemed to recall his name being, he had climbed up onto the table behind her and leaned over her back. With a slow realization dawning on her, Dylan began to growl as Jay gripped her fluffy tail in one hand while biting down dominantly at her scruff as he guided his eager cock under her tail with his free hand. The cheetah winced as the thick equine cock found its target on the first try unfortunately; fortunately, however she had at least some form of lube there thanks to the pigs excessive cum.

"You ass, wrong fucking twin!" Dylan groaned out as Jay slowly forced his way under her tail. She wasn't sure what his reply was, but she guessed it certainly wasn't sorry or even "oops" because the damn bastard didn't stop. Instead he hilted her, his hips pressed to her firm buttocks and staying there for a long moment before he began to move back and forwards a little. All while ignoring the angry snarls and hisses coming from the cheetah below.

Finally, Velvet hit her climax and was soon followed by Kuzco, the chinchilla shifting over to one side to smile down at Alex before leaning in to kiss her on the lips tenderly. Kuzco flopped back onto a chair, panting and grinning broadly, too tired to even tuck his softening cock back inside his pants as he admired his handywork. Alex was too tired to even move, her thighs remaining parted and giving the alpaca a direct line of sight to his white seed dripping from between her pouting pink folds. Some small part of Alex's hormone addled brain thought her turn was finally over, at least until a large form blocked out the light above her. John Khoffee had come to play, the large equine stared down at the suddenly trembling feline in silence for a long moment before he leaned down and scooped her up off the table. Alex felt like a toy in his big strong arms, like she weighed nothing with how easily he carried her about. The cheetah soon found herself pressed up against one of the walls of the bar as the draft horse stared into her eyes, somehow his gentle gaze actually calmed her down. She felt suddenly safe and protected, perhaps even loved somehow. All those unexpected emotions only made her groan louder as John slowly lowered her down onto his waiting cock, impaling her on his thick ebony shaft before he started to fuck her slow and strong.

Every thrust of his member inside her felt like a punch to the gut, forcing the air from Alex's lungs and making the smaller by comparison cheetah bounce against the wall. It was the most intense fucking of her life, one she would remember for years after as the large horse filled her so completely, all while his deep soulful brown eyes stared into hers without saying a word. Every time Alex came, she came hard and turned into a whimpering and quivering mess against the horse's chest. Every time he would just wrap her up in his big arms without stopping, rolling her from one climax into the next until she began to beg for him to stop, it was too much for her to bare.

Alex and Dylan would continue to get stuffed well into the night by one or more of the guys in the bar, Dylan making a mental note to "thank" Alex somehow for the number of times the men mistook her for the twin that liked it up the ass. By the time they were finally done, the cheetahs clothing and fur were a right sticky mess. Hank kindly offered to let them clean up in the back, but fearing that would only lead to more fucking, they decided to beat a hasty retreat while they could still walk.

Hank had taken pictures of the two felines throughout the evening and again once they were done, using the least obvious image to hang up on the wall of honorary herbivores. The family friendly image of their two faces made it look like they'd both enjoyed a messy Sundae with the white mess on their muzzles and cheeks; while the remaining pictures that showed the real truth, Hank kept for his private stash of their well fucked openings dripping with white mess.

"Y'all come back now, y'hear!" Hank called out to the two tired and stiff looking felines as they stumbled out the front door. Grinning ear to ear as he pinned the photo of their messy faces up on the cork board behind the bar, right beside his previous favorite patron, a Doberman biker girl with a killer ass and a winged tramp stamp tattoo.