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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a work of fanfiction using characters from the animated series "Rimba Racer", which is copyrighted by Glue Studios and doesn't belong to me. I'm just a horny bastard who loves writing furry erotica and couldn't resist shipping these three characters. Thanks for understanding, and enjoy yourselves while reading, ya filthy animals!

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Tag's only regret about becoming a racer for the Rimba Grand Prix was the lack of privacy he had anymore. Ever since his first official race and subsequent corporate sponsorships, the tiger's personal life had become a public painting for all to criticize and gawk at. No longer could he spend his casual nights inviting equally pent-up strangers to his place without attracting attention, nor could he be as frequent about it. What had been a weekly tradition for Tag during slow nights at his garage or in his room was thrown out the window due to having a public image.

At first, he didn't think much of it. The thrill of racing alongside legends like Axle distracted the tiger long enough. Tag thought he could handle it. Weeks later, however, the urges started to make him sloppy on the track. His left paw and index finger were no longer good enough.

So, Tag decided to take a risk. A pro racer required a focused kind and body.

A three-star hotel several miles from the training facility seemed like a perfect place for anonymous sexual encounters. The rooms were decently priced and nobody seemed to recognize him, not even the receptionist, when the tiger entered the lobby and made his way for the booked room. Tag did cower slightly in his dark hoodie when a random vixen walked by him after they passed a large poster; it showed his smiling face promoting an energy drink.

He found his room. Without waiting, Tag slid his keycard and promptly entered his room for the night, exhaling in relief as he locked the door. His short tail wiggled excitedly.

"Finally," he mumbled in a mix of relief and lusting anticipation.

Tag immediately shed his thick clothes and piled them into a corner closet. Then, he examined himself in the bathroom mirror to reveal a well-toned feline body with solid muscles and orange-and-black-striped fur that practically shined. Next, Tag pulled a clear tube of lubricant from his backpack and squirted a fair amount into the quivering, cleaned tailhole between his cheeks. The cold lube sent a shiver up the feline racer's spine. He'd been anticipating this night for what felt like weeks.

Lastly, Tag grabbed his smartphone and went to a certain gay hookup app, where he anxiously updated his profile name: Looking 4 Dom.

Within minutes a few messages popped up. All of them provided delicious dick pics that left him salivating. Faceless nude pictures were exchanged. Within minutes Tag provided one of them--a well-hung rhinoceros, sporting a slightly curved tool easily worth at least several inches, Plus I have to scrotum the size of two tennis balls--the room number he was in, and informed him that he'd be waiting. Quite giddily too

Seconds later and Tag found himself leaning on the bed, slutty ass up and presenting towards the unlocked door. The tiger's grin and throbbing erection refused to go away. If anything, they both grew larger. They became as visible as the rays of light and the sound of a creaking door a minute later, followed by heavy footsteps. Tag nervously cleared his throat.

The tall figure immediately closed the door. Tag didn't need to turn around to know it was him, his rhinoceros. The thought of what they were about to do made him tremble on the hotel bed. However, the way the rhino suddenly started chuckling started to sound familiar. Tag heard it on multiple occasions. All of them were before races. Almost like...

"Always knew you were a slut."

Tag's ears perked up instantly. "W-Wrecks?" He paled upon hearing the rhino's baritone voice. "Wrecks, is that--"

"Stay." Wrecks pushed him back down and gripped a handful of his left ass cheek before giving a cocky, amused whistle. "Well, we'll, well. So this is what the Rimba Grand Prod's rookie ace does on a Saturday night."

Blood flushed inside Tag's ears. His tail lowered slightly. Then, implications of the think being here struck like lightning. "Wait, wait, wait, you're gay too?!" Tag tried sitting up, only for Wrecks' superior arm strength to keep him positioned. "You're here to...hook up with me?"

The tiger glanced back to see the rhino shrug. "Hey, a mouth's a mouth and an ass is an ass," he confessed. Then, he smirked down at him. "And you're going to gimme a good ass to fuck, kitten. I saw your messages. I saw how much you were drooling over my dick."

Again, liquid heat filled the tips of the tiger's folded ears, and he whimpered. Yes, his language had been...colorful, when speaking to the then-anonymous mammal of what he wanted done to him. That rhinoceros dick could literally wreck him. His muscular physique alone could crush him too.

Blushing a deep hue of crimson under his orange fur, Tag almost said something when he abruptly felt an imposing torso lean over him. The rhino war absolutely nothing. He could feel the heat radiating from his bare pecs and feel his perked nipples graze his sensitive back. Most of all though, he felt the initial object of his desires erect an inch or so from his buttocks. It too seemed to radiate magmatic heat.

Then, Tag heard Wrecks' baritone whisper. "Listen here, brat," he growled smugly into his right ear. "I don't give a shit if you're gay or not. It don't matter. You're still an annoying shit on the racetracks. Still, I gotta admit ya have one fine ass...and if you wanna feel what real rhino dick's like, all ya gotta do...is say 'yes'. 'Breed me'. If not, I'll just go. Your choice."

The tiger's heart pulsed in his chest; he could barely think, let alone speak. Not only was Wrecks gay, not only was he packing a monster cock, but he wanted to fuck him too? On the one hand, the rhino and his crocodile partner-in-crime had threatened him during his first day in the RGP, then had made it their missions to destroy him on the various racetracks since, but on the other hand, Wrecks had all but admitted being gay like him. Tag couldn't deny the gruff rhino did have spectacular muscles underneath his racing gear and tracksuit, and the tiger had on occasion imagined what lay underneath it. The same went for his other male competitors too, even Axle.

"Tag?" Wrecks asked again into his heated ear. "What's the magic word?"

Tag's lips and entire naked body shivered as he said it: "...yes...breed me."

A calloused finger suddenly pushed inside his slickened sphincter, causing the feline to yowl. Tag's back arched at the welcoming intrusion, the pain morphing seamlessly into a mixture of potent pleasures when the rhino's finger jabbed at a certain spot. Even a simple brushing against it led to the tiger becoming simple putty in front of the smug Wrecks. Tag's legs now began to jerk and tremble. His cock pulsed out leaking pre all over the towel underneath his shaking body. Another rough jab at that certain spot from the rhino caused Tag to mewl like a literal kitten, much to his inner chagrin.

"Hehe, you're already loosened for me," Wrecks observed as he kept listing his finger and tickling the tiger's taint with his thumb. "Can't wait to stretch you wide open and wreck your boi pussy."

At the back of his lust-drugged mind, Tag would've laughed out loud at hearing Wrecks of all racers saying 'boi pussy'.

Speaking of whom, the rhinoceros roughly pulled his finger out, only to replace I the with something thicker, hotter, and less lubed. It throbbed along the cleft of Tag's sweet ass. The organ's heartbeat could be felt along all eight inches or so, and before he could have second thoughts, Tag pushed his ass against the cock's shaft. He wanted this. No, he needed this!

"Please do it, please do it, please!" Tag panted to the rhinoceros. "Please fuck me!"

A satisfied grunt was his only reply as those same meaty fingers parted his cheeks wide open. The leaking tip kissed the feline's crack, the mushroom head teasing him and driving the cat wild with how hot it felt. Tag shivered over and over again again, then in a single swift motion, Wrecks rammed his entire dick past the tiger's velvet walls.

"Ahhhmmfff!!" Tag muffled himself by biting into a nearby pillow.

Within seconds, that itch he'd been struggling not to scratch for week was scratched so beautifully, it went beyond words.

The larger mammal's cocktip not only had brushed the prostate not once, but twice, then three times in less than five seconds. "Awwww...yeah!" Wrecks snorted with each forward shove of his cock. "Oh, fuck! That's some tight--nngh! Tight ass there!"

"Ahh, ahh, t-thank you..." Tag half-heartedly laughed behind a deep moan.

"You're taking this real nicely, hehe..."

"Ahhh!" Tag couldn't help but giggle. "Ahh! This isn't my first--ngh! Rodeo, Wrecks," he bragged in-between the rhino's moderate pushes. "I'm n-n-no...oh! I'm no virgin!"

"Sure feels like you're one!" Wrecks growled unashamedly amid heavy hip thrusts. His meaty paws ran through the fur of the tiger's cheeks as they clenched around his rigid cock. "Ya ever been fucked by a horse, kiddo? I'm--Mfh! Not going, uuuohhhh, easy here!"

Tag repressed several loud gasps as he said, "Once, back in high school. A classmate from mechanics club I knew named John deflowered me. He was a sweet guy and we dated for a few months afterward--"

Snorting, Wrecks promptly silenced the tiger by slapping his right butt cheek. Hard. Then, he continued thrusting as Tag's audible help returned into moaning.

"T-That hurt, you know," Tag spat at the rhino.

"Then why're you purring?"

Tag realized he indeed was and tried to stop. He couldn't though. The vibrating noises of pleasure coursing all over him increased further. Deep down, Tag refused to stop purring. Not when a large mammal like the brutish rhino possessed an equally sizable dick successfully turning the RGP's rookie racer into a drooling slut on a hotel bed.

The entire time, Wrecks possessively groped Tag's hips and sides. He felt up the younger racer's male physique, secretly admiring the toned curvature of his ass, the cute stubby tail currently wiggling against his muscles gut, his lithe glutes as well as his athletic calves hidden beneath a layer of orange and black fur. The rhinoceros at first wouldn't let up, but after considering something, Wrecks slowed down his thrusts to pull out his phone. When Tag tried to see what made his surprise hookup slow down, Wrecks reprobed his cock back inside in no time, distracting the hot and bothered tiger while setting the phone aside.

Wrecks didn't bother to see the replying text. He knew his partner would see the taken photo, read the address, immediately drop whatever the crocodile had been doing, and and hail a taxi. Sure enough, when it felt like Wrecks couldn't hold back for another twenty minutes, a knock pulled Tag back from sub-space to reality.

"What the...?" the tiger perked an ear. "Who could...?"

Wrecks held the feline's ass in place as he said, "Come on in!"

The door opened and closed, and as another imposing figure came into view, Tag's breath hitched until it broke from a change in routine. Wrecks no longer held back as much as he'd been doing, but it didn't stop the rhinoceros from arrogantly laughing with the new arrival.

"Dibs on the pussy's pussy, hehe." Wrecks said, "You can have his mouth."

"Krom?!" Tag whimpered as the large croc in question maneuvered around the bed, wearing a grin massive enough to show all his sharp teeth. "K-Krom, I..."

"Chin up, kitty cat. You're gonna be sucking my cock," the crocodile chuckled down at him, then let it go while peeling off his pants alongside his underwear. Something big throb between those thick legs. "Hehe, I know, it's impressive."

Between his moans and wincing courtesy of Wrecks, Tag couldn't help but gasp. It never occurred to the tiger how much these two aggressive bullies really were packing underneath their racing gear. An impressive, amphibian cock no thicker than a beer can and two apple-sized green balls hanging heavily underneath mesmerized him, particularly the six silver piercings lining the green shaft.

"You want this, kitty cat? Don't you?"

Delirious and lost back in sub-space, Tag didn't stop himself from nodding meekly.

The crocodile's dick came closer, and a wallop of pre fell like a massive rain drop to the shag carpeting. No sooner did Tag's jaw fall open in awe did Krom lean forward to grip the back of his head.

"Now, open wide!" Krom snarled.

Tag gagged and sighed happily at once as thick crocodile dick literally touched the back of his throat. Pre lathered his tongue. The smell of musky sweat and unwashed pubic fur filled his nostrils as his feline tongue tasted the crocodile's shaft (and those piercing too!).

"I wasn't sure he'd ever shut up," Wrecks said, still audibly relishing at the feline clenching around his cock. "This brat wouldn't stop talking."

"You liking this croc dick, kitty cat?" Krom asked lecherously.

Tag in question merely answered with his tongue, silently kneading the piercing with his suctioning lips. It made the crocodile snigger aloud.

"Hehehehe, who knew the solution was between my legs this entire time?" Krom laughed as did the rhinoceros.

What further shocked Tag was when he heard smooching noises above his head. A sharp glance upward though confirmed it; Krom and Wrecks were passionately making out like a pair of horny schoolboys in their bedroom, all alone at night. The spit they exchanged sometimes dropped down their chins, their lower lips, and down along Tag's bare back and his neck.

Jesus Christ, Tag thought in euphoric bliss, I must be the luckiest cat alive!

Not only were two of his on-track rivals also homosexual, they both happened to be well-hung and wanted to fuck him. Now he was being roughly spitroasted between two aggressive beasts who definitely wanted to see him crash and burn on the racetracks, if not by them then by someone else. All while his cock oozed with the most extraordinary erection the young tiger ever felt in his life.

For the moment though, the massive duo were each content to fuck him silly. Tag had a feeling though this was only the beginning of his sexual escapades for the evening.

Wrecks and Krom's hip movements synchronized at some point. Sweat trickled down all three animals' faces the further their threesome continued uninterrupted. The only sounds to be heard inside the hotel room consisted of Tag's gurgling hums mixed with cries of ecstasy, and the two brutes sharing him as they grunted like ferals using a bitch in heat. At some points, Tag would go for what felt like a minute of zero breath whenever the two hilted him completely and reveled in it with further messy kissing. Not that anyone complained. Far from it.

Tag didn't keep passive though. He utilized a trick or two to spice things up as a submissive bottom for two rough tops. This included a tongue technique he learned during a few regular hookups with a lion outside of town. Safe to say, it made Krom appreciate having a foreskin. Unfortunately, all strange spectacular things came to an end.

Literally.

Neither Wrecks nor Krom wanted to cum first. They wanted to revel in their situation forever, but after a great time spent fucking the tiger together, the two larger racers could feel it. So, they began pounding faster. They made Tag feel so fulfilled, no other cocks could compare to them!

They intensified their thrusting. Tag's ass clenched harder, and his tongue lathered the crocodile's member much louder. All three tensed as they each felt themselves building and building and building until in the end, Tag came first all over his towel. Just then, as his ass convulsed and his moans resonated on his lapping feline tongue, the tiger felt Krom and Wrecks give one final push.

"Mmmmmfh!"

"Good kitty...!"

"Fuckin' tight...!"

The duo were a loss of coherent languages. They could only speak in lustful growls and enormously euphoric sighs. Tag almost choked at being hilted again as instantaneously, torrents of rhinoceros cum flooded his insides and crocodile seed filled his throat.

Minutes later, Tag returned to reality again, lying on the hotel bed, sandwiched between a panting rhinoceros and a crocodile laughing in haggard breaths. Sweat and cum covered all three, but mostly the tiger, who felt sore yet satisfied all over. His purring even increased as two pairs of strong arms enveloped his torso. At some point, Krom's cock had slipped free from Tag's mouth and the amphibian have pulled him up into an embrace, resting his long snout atop the feline's ears. Tag swore he could also feel the croc nibble playfully on an ear, but maybe that was just his afterglow imagination.

"That was amazing..." Tag finally spoke up amid his constant purrs. "Y-You two were amazing..."

"Hehe," Wrecks chuckled deeply, his cock still lodged inside the tiger. "Y'know it. Not many tiny guys like you can take me easily."

"I'll take it as a compliment!" Tag chuckled, heavily blushing.

"I get his ass next time," Krom hummed gruffly. "What do ya say, kitty cat?"

"Mmmm," Tag hummed against the crocodile's broad chest, and smiled at both of them. "I'd love that..."