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"Ugh. This shit's so disgusting." Morgan upended the vodka, grimacing as she finished the last of it. She shuddered then tossed the empty bottle onto the bed.

Plenty of alcohol settling into their stomachs and sick of rising to pass the bottle, the teens had closed the circle. Alex sat cross-legged in his chair, slowly relaxing. Drinking had helped--he barely noticed the pounding music downstairs--but he worried continued drinking would reverse the trend. To his right, Beth wore a goofy grin, idly playing with her hair. To his surprise, she'd turned out to be even more of a lightweight than him.

"Ben, this other stuff had better be good." The Bengal growled, eyeing her boyfriend as she twisted off the cap. Sipping, she eyed him and shrugged. "Meh."

"Nooooo," Sam moaned suddenly. She lay sprawled across the top of the beanbag, tail swaying. All eyes turned to look at her. Her face flushed suddenly and she made a helpless gesture. "It's more fun if it's disgusting."

Amelia deftly snatched the bottle from Morgan's paw and took a swig of her own. "I know how we can make it fun." He voice was low, almost nervous. "We could make it a drinking game."

The group was quiet for a moment, then Beth leaned forward, chin on her paws. "Go on," she said, grinning wider.

Amelia set the bottle down and began gesturing with both hands as she spoke. "Okay, so, like, you guys know my sister goes to State. She told me about this one time with her friends. They had some guys over, and like, she said this was the hottest thing ever. Apparently one of the guys asked her out afterward, and she said that next year they might end up living together. If she keeps her scholarship, which, you know--"

Morgan sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "What were the rules, Mel?"

Blowing a raspberry, Amelia gave a nonchalant wave of her paw. "I was getting to it! So like, they had some app on someone's phone. I don't remember what it was called. But it was basically like, just a spinner. Like some fancy spin-the-bottle thing. And they took turns spinning. Whoever got picked had to take a shot, take off some clothes, or whatever. There were like... stupid dares. I thought we could, like..."

"Found it!" Beth held up her phone, giving it a little wave. "Spin the Bottle: 18+ 'For all of your adult party needs.' Oh man," she scrolled through, eyes widening. "Oh guys, this sounds so awesome. We've got to try it."

"What we gotta do?" Sam mumbled into the beanbag. She sounded unexpectedly sleepy.

"Hold on," Beth said. Her fingers danced across the phone screen. "Hold on, I'll take care of everything."

The room grew silent, except for the subdued pounding of music trickling up through the floor. Alex fidgeted, tugging at the ankle of his jeans. His head felt remarkably clear, but he could definitely feel the alcohol in the numb, sluggish way his fingers were moving. He glanced at Beth, suddenly suspicious. She still wore the same drunk smile, but her paws appeared remarkably nimble.

"So, ah, Morgan!" he said. It took him a few seconds to realize he'd spoken aloud. Morgan looked at him, eyes looking somehow both calm and predatory. "How, uh, long have you and Ben been together?"

Ben laughed. "Since two weeks into freshman year, bud. Asked her out four times before she finally said yes."

"Because you're a piece of shit, Ben," Morgan snapped. The calmness was gone from her eyes. "Don't you dare answer for me."

The wolf laughed again. "Love you too, babe."

"Asshole," Morgan muttered.

Alex noticed her claws were half extended and he gave her an understanding nod and subtle roll of the eyes. She returned the latter gesture much more forcefully and snatched bottle from Amelia's feet. She took long drink.

"Fuck!" Beth swore suddenly, making them all jump. She looked around apologetically, then turned to Alex. "I can't type real well right now. I spelled your name 'Allrx.'"

He laughed. "Is that all?"

"Well, yeah, I guess. Want to get started?"

He felt a sudden flutter in his stomach, and realized he was nervous. He glanced around, surprised to see the others were apparently deferring to him. Sam still lay upon her beanbag throne, face hidden, though one paw gave a thumbs-up. Amelia and Morgan sat eagerly on the foot of the bed, looking at him, while Ben was thoroughly entranced with his phone.

"Sure," he half-mumbled.

Giving an excited giggle, Beth flipped her phone around so the group could view the screen. The graphics were simple, a small spinner bore each of their names. "Toll the great bell once!" she said, and the spinner began to flash and whirl.

"Beth, what was--?" Amelia began, only to be shushed by Morgan, who leaned forward eagerly to watch the screen. After a few seconds, the screen went dark, and then lit up with a cartoony jug of moonshine beneath the word "Bet."

"What does that mean?" Alex asked.

Beth rubbed her face in a rather indelicate manner. "Sorry, that's me. Told you I can't type right now." She held out a hand, and snatched up the bottle. After a quick sip, she winced and gasped out "Morgan, what are you talking about? That's fucking awful."

The Bengal laughed, giving an innocent shrug. "Different strokes, different folks. Spin it again!"

She obliged, and soon, the spinner began again. Even Sam had perked up, watching the screen. Alex caught himself involuntarily holding his breath.

This time, the moonshine was replaced by a poorly animate figure slowly unbuttoning his or--no, no. Definitely a_her_--shirt. Above, the name "Morgan!" danced in celebration.

"Karma," teased Amelia, poking her friend in the side.

"Damn it," the Bengal swore. "You're next bitch, I swear." She sat up straighter, and lithely slipped her shirt over her head.

Alex felt his face grow hot. Morgan's body was exceptionally well-toned, and_mature._ Her stomach was slender, without an ounce of fat, which only served to enhance her bust. Barely contained within a lacy, black bra were a pair of breasts so perfect, he felt as though he could lose himself in them. Alex swallowed hard. Covered in golden fur, the pair bounced in a delightful sort of way as the girl dropped back down.

"Daaaaaamn, girl!" Samantha called suddenly. Alex turned; his sister's eyes were wider even than his. "Dem tits. Jealous."

Morgan grinned, and it suddenly felt as though she were relaxing for the first time that night. "I know, right? Good genes, I guess. Running track's a pain, though." She blushed suddenly, crossing her arms over her chest. "Enough with my boobs. Keep going."

If Alex had hoped for more nudity, he would have been sorely disappointed. Four consecutive spins had produced nothing but shots. First Amelia had taken one, then Ben, then Beth again, and finally his own name had been spun. Or, rather, Allrx's. He sniffed the bottle cautiously, but the odor of alcohol seemed no worse than the vodka. Throwing the bottle back, he took a swig and swallowed hard. It went down fine, if painfully, but he had no sooner done so when he found himself coughing. Hard. Samantha sat up and looked over in concern but he shook his head, waving her off.

Ben snorted, then gave a harsh laugh. "Pussy."

Even as he coughed, Alex could feel the atmosphere change. Beside him, Samantha stiffened, rising slightly. The others turned to glare at the wolf, Morgan most of all.

"Apologize then get the fuck out of here," she growled.

Ben shot her a smile. "Oh, come on, babe. It's--"

"I'm not kidding. Go be a dick somewhere else."

The wolf bristled, arms folding. "Who put the stick up your ass?"

"Leave. Now. Or find yourself a new girlfriend."

Ben stood, snarling, and for a moment Alex thought he was going to hit someone. But instead, he turned, muttering curses as he stormed out of the room. The group was silent for a moment, listening. Even the creak of the stairs sounded angry. After a moment, Morgan turned.

"Sorry, Alex. He's a real asshole when he drinks. I promise he's not normally like that."

Alex shrugged, setting the bottle down. "It's okay. What_is_ that stuff?"

The Bengal looked to be biting back a grin. "Moonshine, I think. Might as well be rubbing alcohol though. Stuff's nasty."

Beth pounded her chair. "I knew it! Saying it was good! You liar!"

"Spin again, you big baby."

A subtle hand fell upon Alex's shoulder and he glanced over. Sam gave him a concerned look. Shaking his head slightly, he smiled and she relaxed.

The group leaned in again, and the spinning continued. Unsurprisingly, it promptly landed upon Ben, who would soon have been displaying a bit more fur.

"Can you delete him?" Morgan asked. "I really don't want to keep thinking about him right now."

Beth shrugged. "Sure, gimme sec." She tapped away for a few minutes, squinting at the screen. After a moment, she brought it forward once more, and tapped to spin. Once again, Alex caught himself holding his breath.

The stripping icon appeared and he cheered inwardly, but only for a split-second until he saw the name: "Samantha."

"You couldn't spell 'Alex,' but you managed 'Samantha?'" his sister complained. She rolled her eyes, then sat upright, grasping the bottom of her shirt.

Alex forced his eyes away. Nearly every part of him was desperate to look--or at least peek--but his common sense won that particular battle.

"Oh man, this is gonna be good," Amelia contributed. She sounded positively giddy.

His sister sighed, then spoke, forced boredom almost managing to conceal the nervous tone in her voice. "It's fine, Alex."

Cautiously, he turned. To his relief, Samantha was wearing a simple, modest camisole. The white cotton blended a bit too well with her fur, but at least it covered everything well.

"This is too slow!" Amelia complained. "More spins! More drinks! More sexy!"

Beth rolled her eyes, but complied. The result was another shot: Amelia's. "That's what you get," Morgan warned, smiling as the otter downed another gulp of moonshine.

"Spin!" the otter demanded, setting down the bottle.

Once more, the stripping icon emerged. And this time, it bore Allrx's name. He felt every girls' eyes upon him, and his face flushed. His ears flattened and he swallowed hard, grabbing his shirt.

Morgan smiled kindly, picking up the bottle and offering it to him. "Since Alex is outnumbered, why don't we give him a choice when his name comes up?" Immediately, Beth and Amelia broke in, protesting. Words like "unfair" and "rules" were bandied about.

The otter folded her arms. "We had a deal," she said.

Reaching over, Morgan gently cupped her friend's chin. "I am altering the deal, Mel. Pray I don't alter it further."

Alex and Samantha exchanged a near-instantaneous glance, and then burst out laughing. The others looked over, and he shook his head. "Thanks, Morgan. It's okay though." He grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Though acutely aware of how his undershirt rode up his stomach, the combination of alcohol-fueled boldness and not-unpleasant company overrode any self-consciousness.

Settling back in his chair, he grabbed his tail, fiddling. "Spin?" he prompted.

"Yeah, yeah." Beth started the spin, then leaned forward in excitement as a new icon appeared. A pattern of question marks, but no names, flashed across the screen. She tapped once, then immediately began to scroll through several short pages of text. She chuckled in a low, excited voice. "Oh, this is good."

"What?" Morgan demanded.

"It's a special challenge. It's gonna pick two people. Those two either do a sexy challenge or they have to take off clothes_and_ do a shot."

"What's the challenge?" Alex asked. He suddenly felt as though the moonshine had turned to lead in his stomach.

"This one's pretty tame. They just gotta make out in front of us for 30 seconds."

"I told you it's gonna be good!" Amelia practically shouted. She cackled softly. "Who is it?"

Beth set the phone on the ground and tapped the screen. Instantly, a pair of spinners appeared, and the entire group leaned forward to peer down at them. It was the longest two seconds of his life. At least until the spinners stopped. After that, time became anyone's guess.

Samantha.

Morgan.

Everyone pulled back, and Alex had a sudden realization that they were playing with fire.

"Well then," Morgan said calmly, rising to her feet. Two steps carried her to Samantha's side, and she grasped her gently. One paw wrapped around her back, the other around the back of her head. And then they were kissing. Alex heard his sister give a surprised yelp, her own paws frozen in shock. As for himself, he had a perfect view from the side. Unprepared though he was, he couldn't help but notice the way his sister stared down her snout to where their lips met, glanced over his direction, then slowly closed. Morgan's eyes remained shut, though she gave a quiet huff as Samantha's paws wrapped around her back, holding the two together.

The kiss had surprised him, but what surprised him even more was the sudden feeling of jealousy that sparked to life in his gut. Not because Morgan was kissing his sister. Not even because he wanted to do the same with Samantha. But because after a few seconds, when both girls opened their mouths just a bit, Samantha had let slip a quiet, lusty moan. He knew it had been accidental. But he still felt a hint of bitter satisfaction when the app's clock reached zero and Beth interrupted the two with a loud, familiar "Ahem."

Samantha pulled back, giving the older girl a small grin. "Whew," she breathed heavily. "I can see why the guys love you."

Morgan laughed, stepping back to her seat. "Yeah," she said, cupping her breasts and adjusting them slightly. She turned slightly, and gave Alex a knowing look. Suddenly aware that he'd been intensely studying her chest, he felt himself go pink. Rather than press the issue, Morgan simply dropped back to the ground and gave him a subtle wink.

"I think I can too."