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Part Ten: Dreams and Delinquents

By: ToKu

I couldn't tell if I made a great ham sandwich, or if I was more like the peanut butter in a PB&J; sticky and crunchy. I guess it didn't really matter, I liked them both. Though I'm pretty sure my quills were similar to when the potato chips you added in-between got stuck in your teeth; scratching your gums. With every bite I'd poke and cut until your teeth turned pink with blood. Only my quills had poked Mr. Feroza in his bulbous belly while I poked his son with my cock. So we had quickly changed positions where he lay flat across the length of the couch and I rode his ferocious feline member like I had done with my uncle on multiple occasions when I was eight. As for Liam, he was laying on his father's torso, legs hugging his belly while my cock drilled him from behind. I was surprised he didn't moan but then again, how could he with his father's tongue down his throat?

The feline cock in my ass was a filling presence, almost like eating too much junk food and feeling like you couldn't move; only I wanted to move to this feeling. The entire length more or less stayed planted deep, and only an inch or so would slip in and out and my body moved with each thrust of my cock inside Liam's twelve year old tail-hole. I had fucked other boys in school before, namely Kasai, but this was the first time I actually saw it for what it was. I was fucking a little boy and I knew in the back of my head that I could get in trouble for something like this, even at fourteen, but my fucked up mind told me to keep at it. Or was it the xanax that told me that?

Brandon and Alex had given up on watching the front of the shop and were both sprawled out on the ground where they had laid an old blanket down. Both leopards were unclothed, hard, and had taken each other inside they're muzzles. The wet, sloppy sound of eager oral sex reverberating off the shelf-lined walls and only the various nick-knacks and hardware were witness to it all.

Caught in a momentary lull of apathy, I felt my cock pop from the boy's butt where my last load was now seeping down into Bob's belly button. I took Liam's butt cheeks in both of my paws and squeezed hard, kneading them like dough. The cock in my ass throbbed and it resonated throughout my entire body, causing a healthy stream of pre to leak from my cock tip where it dribbled down between the young cheeks of Liam's spotted ass crack. It felt like a piece of shit but that didn't stop the smile from splitting my face, it also could have been my imagination but I could have sworn I felt the boy press back into my lap as I made to bury my cock again. If his father wasn't done with my ass, I wasn't done with his son's.

Being inside the leopard boy's butt was similar to being balls deep in Kasai's feathery hole. They obviously both knew their way around a cock and were used to much bigger dicks than mine, but I knew Liam felt every aimed thrust good and well. I couldn't really describe how it felt to have Mr. Feroza sunk deep inside of me, my body was all too numb from the brick of Xanax, but there was a familiarity to it. It made me pre-cum a lot more so slipping and sliding in and out of a pre-adolecent feline tail-hole a cinch.

I couldn't help but watch Alex and Brandon go at it either. I had known them the longest and never had I thought such a thing possible. They had proved me wrong, time and time again and it seemed they were about to do it again. Brandon let his brother's cock flop from his mouth, his whiskers twitching as he licked the sides of his lips. Alex seemed to move on cue, moving to all fours like a feral cat with his tail up in the air. His balls hung heavy between his toned thighs and I could see his hole, pink and puckered. This was obviously what Brandon sought after. No sooner had he taken in the view of his brothers inviting ass before suddenly diving in, tongue first between furry cheeks.

It was surreal, everything; the leopard family, the incest, the fucking the sucking, and me smack dab in the middle of it. I could tell that my head still hurt from the hangover but the drugs made me indifferent to it all. I just plowed on, head strong, into poor Liam's ass as I built towards another orgasm. I wasn't sure if Mr. Feroza had even cum yet, my ass still felt the same. If he wasn't lip locked with his son he was moaning about this or that; how good my ass felt or how hot all his boys were and how proud he was. It made me sick. This wasn't pride, this was shameful, and my body loved every moment of it.

There were things in the back of my mind; my father, Kasai, my uncle, TK, Fink, but none of them seemed important right now. Only fucking Liam and getting fucked by his father were the only important things in my life at that moment. Brandon beginning to fuck Alex in the ass was only a slight distraction.

'I have to get out of this.'

It was only a slight thought, but it rang in the back of my head like a far off church bell, promising salvation but Bob's cock in my ass pulsed with the damnation of orgasm. I could feel my own teenage member building to a premature ejaculation but it wasn't uncommon for me to cum two or three time while fucking a boy, and Liam was just too good at taking a dicking; thanks to his brothers and father. 'This is hell. Satan is fucking me and I'm fucking his son. What does that make me?'

"Thou shalt not lay with Satan as thou wouldst a woman..."

The bell chimed again, louder and seemed to resonate within my young porcupine body. Bob was becoming erratic in his thrust and the plunging motions into my ass churned my insides something fierce. All five of us seemed on the edge of busting. Brandon had his brother's head pressed against the cool concrete kitchen floor as his hips pounded into his spotted butt cheeks. The whole family was a disgusting mass of furry fucking incestual felines and I was the prickly one stuck in the middle of it. I wanted to stay and get lost in this sea of smut, the xanax made me complacent and ambivalent but the thought of TK and Kasai, his father and my own made me long for escape. 'I should have left with that damned rabbit.' I thought vaguely but the eruption of cum into my ass brought me back to reality. The adult leopard was spasming as he came; his cock sloppily draining itself inside.

"Fuck!" Brandon grunted, baring his teeth as he seemingly began to breed his brother. Alex splattered the floor with his own emissions. The father panther didn't hold back in the slightest either as he injected my innards with his mature seed, branding me one of his own. A part of the family.

I couldn't tell if Liam was actually reaching orgasm, being too young to cum, but he seemed to revel in my deep stuck dick it as I finally blew a thick load inside the little boy's tight butthole.

I wanted to die.

I woke up instead.

"You've gotta be kidding me...?" I breathed in warm musty air.

I wanted to puke but I was already laying in a pile of it, whether it was my own or belonging to someone else was only slightly relevant. The sun soaked pavement my cheek lay caked to was actually the floor of a bedroom. Opening my eyes, one at a time, left then right. I could see clothes, dishes, all sorts of trash, fast food bags, cosmetic cases, beer bottles; empty, full, and every where in between. I saw syringes, pill bottles, cigarette butts and half eaten slices of pizza. I saw bodies; naked and clothed. Two ferrets; a boy and girl lay a top a pile of clothes in only their underwear just a few feet away from where I was gaining consciousness. Beside them a boy, a panther, lay fully clothed but missing his shoes. I almost thought it was Liam but doubted it, considering the circumstances.

The heat radiating through an open window and onto my back forced me onto my side, my quills clacking the hard cement as I shifted. I was disoriented but oddly enough I wasn't hungover or in any pain that I could notice for that matter. It did however take me a moment, gazing about the spray paint and sharpie covered walls before I realized I was only in my pair of black briefs I had bought while with my father the other day. I would have normally panicked and began a desperate search for my jacket and jeans but I could only lay there.

I had never been here before. I would have remembered such a deplorable place. It was my kind of people, though I will admit that junkies were never usually fun to be around, but they could fuck like no other. The walls that were once white, were gray and covered in a variety of colorful drawings of gangs signs and penises of countless species, derogatory slurs, long notes written in black marker and thousands of smiley faces, frowns and furrows.

'How'd I get here?' I thought to myself. Had the whole thing at Bob's cafe, been a dream? A fucked up wet dream? I could already tell that my underwear were damp with pre but that was as normal as my breathing, albeit rather raspy. It was the second time I had awoken from what I thought to be real. Although this time Bob hadn't turned into my uncle with a promise to fuck my ass, although the latter was already happening. It felt real, I was wet with sweat and dying of thirst, but that could have been from sleeping in the rays of the morning sun, or was it the evening sun? I couldn't tell.

When I finally managed to roll over onto my back, a tricky feat with my quills, I was rather surprised to see the canine next to me. Fink lay sprawled out between the window and I. As naked as he could ever be. He had one arm stretched out above his head while the other seemed trapped under his torso. He wasn't hard but I could see the pink tip of his spongy shaft peeking out of his sheath like the top of a rose colored crayon. His testicles, while still developing like my own, still hung pretty low, covering his furry taint and only hinting as his tail-hole. I almost wanted to reach out and grab them as inviting as they were but his tail was already doing that job for me. 'Had we been sixty-nining?'

All I could do was lay there. I was relieved to be with him. The dream, or the memory, or whatever, had me panicked and rather vexed about our situation. I know I had only just met him and it's not like we were dating, that idea was still rather incredulous, but the thought of him being with his ex made me furious. Enough to get butt-fucked by a fifty year old panther while I fucked his nine year old son. But I wasn't even sure if that had actually happened . I didn't even know what day it was, or the time, or where I was. If it hadn't happened why did I still feel high off that xanax bar? Why did I feel like I just unloaded into a little boys asshole? Why did my own asshole feel like it had been raped?

Now I really was dizzy.

I lay there for a long time, staring up at the graffitied ceiling, occasionally glancing over to Fink's unconscious form, his adolescent chest rising and falling, his pudgy belly, pepper speckled white, his cock that may or may not have actually been inside my ass already without a single memory of it. 'Maybe I was drugged.' Not by Fink of course, but by someone else. Maybe I simply had too much to drink. Maybe I took some pills. I realized I didn't really care.

'Apathy is a cold body...'

Taking all the strength I had I moved my arm, resting my paw on top of his, slightly interlacing our fingers as I smiled. I didn't care. It felt too good to care.

It wasn't long however that the overwhelming urge to pee brought me to glancing around the room. There were a single window on each of the three walls and the fourth had a door that was more heavily tagged than the walls. Off one of its hinges, it hung in the door frame as if it had been kicked open during a raid, which might not be too far from the possible truth.

Pulling myself up right was unbelievably hard, not painful, just hard, like my muscles refused to work properly and the earth and increased it's gravitational pull. Gazing about in a proper fashion, I realized the room was bigger than I thought. There was a mattress against the window opposite me, its only bedding being the ragged clothes strewn about it, but no body to fill the large indentation in the center.

'There has to be a bathroom, if not I'll pee outside, wherever outside is.' I thought to myself. I had to stand but sitting semi cross-legged was hard enough. Rubbing my thighs and calves with my thumbs for better blood flow, I glanced about one last time. The two ferrets were still sleeping and I suddenly just realized the boy was Adrian, the guy who had bought Fink and I the whiskey before our break-in at the country club. He looked much younger laying nearly naked beside his female partner who I could only guess was about as old as I was. My gaze shifted towards the leopard boy, despite being face down I could still tell he was the youngest of all of us. He couldn't possibly be Liam despite his species, not with the faded Marilyn Manson shirt he wore or the tattered khaki cut offs that hugged his butt. Regardless, he couldn't be older than Kasai, putting him at about eleven or twelve. 'What is this place?'

Getting first to my knees I could feel my belly jiggle shamefully yet sexily, then to one foot with once last glance at Fink for security, then finally rising to both feet were I swayed for a second, dizzy. When I felt steady enough I wobbled towards the door, surprised by my new found immodesty. I was normally perfectly fine with being naked alone or with a single person but staying with Kasai and meeting Benjin had changed that, not to mention Fink and the confidence he's given me. My cock was hard but luckily still inside its sheath, close to bursting but not with cum. With a quick peek out the de-hinged door and down the grimy hallway, I took my chances.

The walls were just as grimy outside as they were within, minus most of the delinquent artwork. The floor was still concrete but surprisingly without as much litter. I stumbled down the hall, steadying myself with a paw on the wall, feeling my quills bounce as I went. The first door I came too was just another room but the door was only cracked with the windows covered with dark drapes that blocked out the light and kept the room in darkness. I didn't even pause long enough to glance, seeing nothing. The next door was a bathroom, or was, the toilet bowl only had sand in it. As if someone tried to make a kitty litter box out of it then decided to use it as an ashtray, then a trashcan, and finally a place to vomit.

Rolling my eyes I made to pee in the sink but that was simply gone leaving only bare pipes and chipped dry wall.

"Oh the luxuries of the first world..." I mumbled to myself.

"If you have to pee, go out back. There's a tree you can piss on. Just be careful, there's an elementary school behind this house. And I've already gotten in trouble for indecent exposure once."

The voice, as deep as it was would have normally startled me but the lingering affect of what ever I took the previous night delayed my reaction. I simply looked up to find a hulking form filling the doorway. My cock throbbed.

It belonged to a six foot three hundred pound boar with brown-red head fur that formed an equally vibrant beard that only his species could grow. He was naked form the waist up, wearing only a pair of camo shorts that had too many holes to count and left little to the imagination. He was smoking a cigarette that rested loosely in his lips as he started at me rather indifferently. His forearms were tattooed and massive, as were his legs, chest, belly, and probably everything else. He wasn't very fit, as his belly hung down enough to cover half of his zipper but he was just an overall thick male. 'Hot as fuck but he'd probably obliterate me with flick of his wrist.'

"You hear me, kid?" He grunted, dragging on his cigarette before blowing the smoke in my face.

"You got a spare?" I asked feeling my own nicotine craving building to annoyance.

He simply took another deep drag before walking off without another word. 'Weird...'

I knew enough in life to speak my mind but to also never push boundaries that shouldn't be pushed. So with a slight stagger I made my way to what seemed to be a kitchen/living room. It was all just one large room with a sink, a few cabinets, a couch and a table with various chairs. There was a blue wheeled cooler against the far wall by the table but no refrigerator. 'There's probably no power here. True squat house.'

I found the back door, also ready to fall of it's hinges, and quickly found myself outside in an desert jungle surrounded by overgrown weeds, shrubs, dead hedges and stunted trees. The houses to either side were practically invisible but directly beyond a palm tree of considerable girth I could see kids playing in a field near their school. It was warm, gnats were already starting to swarm but the air was dry and pushed by a slight breeze and it actually felt rather good to be so unclothed outdoors.

I quickly sauntered up to the tree and began to pee, letting my head roll back as relief came. The sun actually felt better than it had coming through the window and the air moving about my legs and the quills of my back made me shiver; creating zig-zag marks on the hard palm husks as is pissed. I found myself gazing up at the scattered clouds before tracing them down to the mountains in the distance to finally some boys playing tag near the school fence. I wanted them to see me peeing and practically naked but they were too far away and I was still a little to wobbly so I finished my business and headed back inside.

I stopped to get water out of the faucet in the kitchen but wasn't surprised by the sound of gurgling air. The cooler only had cans of cheep beer but I knew better than to help myself to someone else beer without permission. Thinking of that bull made me even more cautious as I made my way down the hall. Passing by the darkened room, a quick glance almost made me believe I saw something or someone move in the shadows but minding my own business I bee-lined back to the bedroom where I at least knew some of the furs. I half expected everyone to still be asleep but I found every single furry face staring at me as I entered with the addition of the massive bull sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Mornin' hon!" Fink chirped with his usual monotone while rising a morning bowl of weed to his lips. He was still naked but sat up cross-legged beside the bed where the bare chested boar looked up from watching Fink toke the pipe in his paws. I could see the tip of Fink sheath below his belly but no one else seemed to mind that he was naked. Even my relatively bare self received a few quick glances from a modest audience before returning to waiting patiently to hit the bowl. Weed sounded good but I needed a smoke too and I couldn't see my clothes lying anywhere nearby.

When Fink's lungs were full he passed it directly to the boar who shifted the contents of the bowel with the end of his lighter before taking a heavy hit. Fink's dark circled eyes fell on me and widened as he smiled before bellowing out a plume of smoke that seemed to settle around him like a blanket. "Sleep well?"

"For the most part." I shrugged. Gazing about. I still wasn't sure where I was or who's house I was in but I figured that information would come without be being insistent. "Have you seen my clothes? I need a smoke."

"I got one." The female ferret said holding up a loosely, while taking a drag of her own. Her voice threw me off for a moment because it kind of sounded like Kasai's when he would speak, as annoying as it was. I caught it clumsily when she tossed it but it remained unbroken so I didn't fuss. Adrian reached over with his lighter and quickly lit it for me. The boar just glanced at me with with piercing eyes while breathing deep off the pipe.

"Thank you." I said to both ferrets then to the girl I asked: "I don't think I remember your name."

"It's KC." She smiled not in the least bit modest about covering her breasts, as humble as they were. "You were pretty fucked up last night. I think we all were."

"I honestly don't remember much." I admit. "Truthfully I feel like it's been days since I last had a clear thought."

"You don't remember anything?" Fink asked his ears drooping slightly were the only sign of emotion in his whole demeanor.

"I mean, I remember most of last night, but It feels like a long time ago."I say taking a drag from my cigarette. It was menthol which I normally hated but it was cooling and oddly refreshing. The boar finished his turn and passed the pipe down to the feline boy who oddly had the build of a tiger but the spots of a leopard. Seeing his face finally put his age at a solid twelve. "It might have been my dreams but I feel like other stuff has happened since then but everything seems mashed together and long ago as if it happened last week or something."

"That's probably from all the cough syrup we drank last night." Adrian chuckled.

"Or from old man Bob's falafels! I'm pretty sure he put shrooms in them." Fink coughed as he lit up a cigarette butt.

A sudden pang went through my body at the mention of the leopard's name. It was nearly impossible to guess at what happened last night and what didn't what I remember I learned from the dream and if the dream wasn't real then perhaps what I learned in it wasn't either. Was what the feline said true about Fink fucking me for the first time late last night when the show dissipated? Or had it happened here? Was it a coincidences that my tail-hole suddenly pulsed with an uncomfortable feeling or was it all in my head. A searing in my groin didn't help, that was for sure. I would just have to ask Fink later in private.

The little leopard boy finished his small hit and passed it to the ferrets who packed it with their own fresh greens before each sharing the bowl. Suddenly feeling light headed I tip-toed over towards Fink and plopped down beside him, shoulder to shoulder. His tail instantly began wagging and flicking my quills, a sign of happiness even though he was now quite stoned and spacing out at nothing in particular. The only eyes I could feel on me were the occasional glance of the boar's menacing eyes.

My own eyes however couldn't help but watch the ferrets who, despite their intimacy and immodestly, being only in their underwear, seemed equally in love. That KC was quite younger than Adrian's seventeen barely fazed me but something about her seemed different than other females and it wasn't her slight chubbiness. Her breasts were smaller even though she was probably no older than fourteen and wearing mismatched underwear. What I really found odd was that she was almost attractive despite being a girl. It was almost like she was a more feminine version of Adrian.

"Do you wanna hit, Dallas?" KC asked shaking me out of my own mind and back to clarity.

"Sure." I replied watching the bowl passed to the leopard boy, to the boar, to Fink who placed fresh greens inside for me before handing over the pipe. He gazed at me with a stupid grin and I couldn't help the rush of red that shot through my face and a warmth that seemed to radiate from my cheeks and my lap. "Thanks."

"No problem, sweetness." He drawled flatly but I saw more in his eyes that I ever could on his face, or anyone else for that matter.

"Sweetness...?" I went to ask before his lips were on mine; no tongue, only a simple kiss that felt simply divine, it was just as much of a rush and just as embarrassing as the most indecent sexual act that could have flown threw my head at that moment. I tried to tell myself that these were good people, ones who I could trust but I still wasn't used to public displays of affection.

"How cute!" I KC giggled when Fink pulled off of my face. I could see some red in his face fur as well as in his eyes. He was baked! "How long have you two been together?"

"Just since the other day I guess." I spoke and almost couldn't believe myself. Fink just smiled, holding his paws in his lap where he stared into space like a goof. I could see that his sheath was a little swollen but no pink tip yet. The boar's eyes were on me again, staring intently. 'Who the hell is he?'

"I've been with Adrian for about six months now." KC spoke nodding like she knew quite well where we were in our relationship. "I never thought I'd find someone like Adrian. I mean, It's not like we're gonna get married or anything but he's the first person I've ever met who makes me feel like I am who I'm supposed to be."

Adrian smiled, looking at KC and kissing her on the side of her head while he stroked her hair.

"It was hard growing up, ya know." She continued to nod like she heard music that no one else could. Maybe it was just the pot. I took my first deep inhale and held it in. "My parents wanted a boy, they got one, but I was a huge disappointment when I told them I was really a girl."

I coughed like the air was ripped from my lungs.

"Sorry." I said shaking my head. Fink was chuckling under his breath and cupping his balls in his one paw. The boar still stared at me and the Leopard boy was dozing against his massive bicep.

"Don't be. I figured you didn't remember our conversation last night." KC spoke. "We talked about our parents.

"I probably didn't have many nice things to say about mine." I wheezed trying to shift the bud in the pipe.

"On the contrary." KC spoke with renewed passion. "You had a lot of wonderful things to say about your father."

"He's alright I guess." I shrug and take another hit.

"His dad is just as hot as he is." Fink said whipping me with his tail. "Maybe I can score a three way with him and his old man."

I coughed again and KC giggled.

"A joke, a joke. Don't hate me." Fink patted my back until I stopped coughing taking the pipe from me before passing it back to the boar who killed the bowl off. What was truly weird was I now had a perfect image of my father and Fink taking turns fucking me. It was a rather hot thought but suddenly my father morphed into Markel and I felt nauseous. "Probably more tastefull than a trans-joke."

"A lot of trans furs can be offended by a wrong pronoun or a derogatory slur like tranny but I like to see them as fuel to 'fight back'." KC spoke with her usual nods while Adrian continued to stroke her hair which looked real despite being dyed black. "When I came out to my parents my father called me a tranny and I just threw it back in his face with pride. I got kicked out but I felt better than I would have if I hadn't said anything. Plus I was able to steal a two months worth of hormones from my mother before I left."

"I've watched my father jerk off once, then used it as blackmail to have him buy me a bottle of whiskey." Fink spurted out grinning like a dumb ass. As hot and rather mild tempered that statement sounded to me, I was rather shocked. The room was actually silent before KC suddenly giggled and Adrian shook his head. Maybe Fink and I had more in common than I thought. I knew we were both pervs but I was suddenly curious about the relationship he had with his father.

"I remember the first time my father caught me with an old porn mag." Adrian laughed, his eyes half closed. "He took it away from me, told me it was filth and I would go to hell for looking as that kind of stuff. A week later I found it in his toolbox in the garage, the pages were all stuck together."

"Ewww...." KC cringed but giggled regardless.

One of Fink's paws rested on my thighs closest to his, bringing our eyes together but when I looked into his dark and slightly milky eyes, he beckoned beside him to the boar. He was no longer smoking, or staring at me oddly, but actually had his tongue down the throat of the leopard boy who seemed to cling to the larger fur's frame, paws clutched around his shoulders. I couldn't believe it. But then again nothing in his fucked up world should surprise me anymore.

With my eyes still locked on the two different furs I felt Fink's paw on mine, lifting it and resting it on his sheath, furry, warm, and swollen. Looking down I could finally see the tip peaking out conspicuously. A quick glance at the ferrets found them lip locked as well and rather lost in each others bodies.

"If you want we can go to the other room." Fink panted in my year like a pup in heat. "Or the back yard."

"I guess we have a knack for outdoor exhibitions." I grinned looking him in the eyes. The lust I found there wasn't surprising but not quite like Fink. Not that I was complaining, it was still new to me, this whole relationship type of lust. I still had so many questions from the day before, and quite a few new ones. I still didn't remember how we got to this place, or meeting KC. I couldn't tell what was real or what was fake; a dream, a delusion.

I kissed him. He kissed back.

I guess being a teenager has its advantages sometimes but it can be a bummer when it comes to sex. You want it all the time. Perpetually horny, even on days with plenty of sex to go around. Its blinding sometimes, like a drug or booze that gives you tunnel vision. You get swept up in a kiss, a blowjob, an ass fucking and the next thing you know its a day later and you don't even remember half of it. The next thing you know you have your underwear down while a dog is lapping at your hard-on. But so are the others around you. The two ferrets are intertwined, underwear lost, two cocks and a pair of developing breasts. And it's all normal. You see a boar with his shorts around his ankles while a twelve year old leopard boy who's now stark naked as well gags on the mass of piggy pork between thick furry legs. And it's normal.

"Can I fuck you?" Fink asks me and it's weird because he's almost using a normal voice. Not normal for Fink, but just normal. I'm too stoned or not stoned enough but I nod as he lifts my legs but lowers his head. My breath is stolen as my hole is licked, lapped at, kissed, sucked, probed and pillaged. Canine tongues are a powerful thing or so I realize. 'Was there something in the weed?'

I was over thinking and under thinking.

I only thought of my father when I thought of him. I only thought of my mother, my uncle and Kasai when I thought of them too and they always came up in the back of my mind like ghosts when I got into other sexual activities but as Fink's decently sized cock slapped against mine I could only think of one thing. 'I love you.' I thought.

"I love you." Fink grinned as he pressed his tapered tip against my tail-hole. I guess I wasn't a virgin anymore but I couldn't remember the first time, or if this was the first time. It was just like the feeling I had in the dream with Bob Feroza and his son's. It was filling, overwhelming, wonderful and painful. I gasped, or at least I think I did. I heard it but it very well could have been from KC as Adrian slipped inside her tail-hole or the boar as the little leopard mounted the massive naked boar from behind, slipping a young cock into a well traveled tail-hole. Sex was a weird and wonderful thing and before I knew it Fink's knot was pressing against my stretched hole but denied passage.

I thought of my uncle Markel, but only because this is what I associated him with. I knew it would happen. It's probably impossible to get fucked at eight years old then not think about it every time you get fucked when you're older. It wasn't the same but it was similar. My quills scratched the concrete floor just as they had poked into the mattress of my uncle's bed. My cock throbbed when Fink stroked it just as it did when my uncle stroked it years ago and when he leaned down I half expected Fink to whisper sweat nothings into my ear but his muzzle found it's way to the crook of my neck where it kissed me, breathing wet, hot breath as I gasped from his cock slowly and intimately fucking me.

I hugged him against my body, his cock angling against my prostate and sending tremors throughout my body. I clutched his shoulders, his upper back and his sides and he humped, filling me with more than just his pre-cum. The others were lost to me. Turning to shadows while the light flooding in from outside soaked our adolescent bodies in ultra-violet warmth. It's like we were center stage at a pageant or school play. On display and under the spot light for the whole audience to witness. I even thought about Fink's earlier statement and imagined my father standing backstage cheering us on with a boner.

"We're such a strange couple." I sigh as he plunges deep but with such graceful ease I would have never thought possible from the fourteen year old blue shepherd. He came up from kissing my neck and grinned, one ear flopped to the side in question.

"Why do you say that?" He asked never loosing his puppy thrusts.

"Because were so different." I said, with a paw on his neck. "I'm a porcupine and you're a dog, I don't think our parents would approve."

"My dad will love you." Fink spoke panting with that grin I was growing to love more than cigarettes. "He's a huge perv, watches lots of porn and never wears much clothing. You'll probably like him too. And your dad seems pretty cool. I was just joking about the threesome though."

"You're such a liar. But its my mother I'm worried about." I grunt Fink's knot trying to push inside of me and failing miserably. My body hummed with this new sensation, it was truly magnificent that I could even maintain a conversation. Why who body was screaming a thousand things at once but somehow I was able to keep hold of reality.

"I'm more worried about fucking you dogie style." Fink said earnestly. "Your quills might poke my belly."

"We can try it." I said excitedly even though my mother was still on my mind. 'She'll never approve of us.'

Pulling out, Fink gripped the base of his cock and practically swirled around inside my ass a bit before slowly withdrawing. It made my belly tighten and my cock ooze pre. When he helped me up I couldn't help but glance at KC and Adrian. They weren't being very shy about themselves either. KC sat in her boyfriend's lap, facing away and towards us, straddling his legs while she rode his cock with fever, all the while moaning softly and staring rather lustfully our way. I couldn't help but land my sight upon her cock and balls that hung rather punily as if they had never developed. However, Fink's cock in my face distracted me. I was about to cram it down my throat but was stopped short.

"Get on the bed." Fink spoke.

Gazing over the little leopard boy was still fucking the huge boar. It was still rather odd to see, such a role reversal never happened. At least not that I'm usually familiar with. I had learned a few days ago that appearance isn't everything. That you can be gay and not look it, that you can like little boys and not come off as creepy, but I'd have never guessed that a hulking furson like the boar would want a twelve year old cock in his ass. I could hear him whimpering slightly, shaking under the young fuck and thrusts from the feline boy. There was just enough room to crawl up onto the mattress beside the two, my head only a few feet from the boar's who had his half buried in a dirty pillow.

"Mmmm, your ass looks good from this angle." Fink breathed, taking hold of my ass cheeks in his rough puppy paws, pressing them together then pulling them apart, tracing down the crack of my ass to my taint where he found my balls. Running his smooth paw pads over them and along the short length of my tapered cock sent shivers throughout my entire body and even I couldn't help but let loose a slight sigh of pleasurable lust.

"Watch your nose." I grunt before he suddenly slips back inside of me, driving the air from my lungs for a second time. "Fuuuck..."

"To hard?" Fink asked but I couldn't tell if he was sincerely sorry from the sound of his voice. When he slowly retracted and gently pushed back in I knew he was being more cautious. "I forgot you've never been fucked before."

"And you have?" I asked in a quiet moan. Realizing we were the only ones talking while fucking. It was odd, as if we were some married couple who were used to this sort of thing instead of two young teenagers discovering each other.

"Well, sorta." Fink grunted with a slight sigh as he eased in and out, his knot swelling against my hole before retreating. "It's not really important."

"What?" I asked trying to look back but was rather startled to see the boar staring at me with one eye while the other was still hidden by pillow. Stone faced and serious, the only thing that would have told me that he was actively being fucked was the soft grunts that escaped the cushion of the pillow he seemed to be biting. I wanted to ask Fink what he meant by 'not really important' but the stare from the boar had me caught up and stuck on mute. 'Did he mean Mara? Did she do him in the butt with some sort of strap on? Or did something happen to him similar to what took place during my childhood? Was he molested too? And if so, by who? His dad?"

I was thinking too much.

His eyes darted and I couldn't help but glance back over my shoulder as Fink fucked me. He was half grinning, his his tongue tucked in the side of his lips as if he were concentrating, but would glance over to the little kid fucking the boar. When FInk's eyes met mine he grinned and nodded towards the boar. Slightly confused but curious I looked towards the giant and was started again to see his face pulled from the pillow and close to mine; eyes drilling into my skull for less than a second before his mouth mashed into mine.

I couldn't breathe.

His tusks were hard and ground hard into my muzzle as his tongue plunged down my throat. He smelled like grease and tires and dirt as well as the overwhelming pungent scent of male. His snout was pierced by a hoop through the septum and it tickled my nose and made me want to sneeze as I finally caught my breath. His coarse facial fur tickled my face and his musk fulled my nostrils, all agitating that squirmy feeling I had inside of getting fucked. Every time I felt that tingle and tickle Fink's thrusts would keep it at bay. I was never able to see the boy's cock plowing the boars tail-hole but it was obviously grown enough to make him moan into my mouth, filling me with his vocal lusts.

I ate it up.

"I'm gonna cum, Dallas." Fink sighed but his voice seemed far away. A few days ago that prospect would have disgusted me but now, as I sucked on the tongue of a twenty something year old boar while getting ass fucked by my new boyfriend, I realized, I wanted it more than anything else in the world. "I'm... I-I'm gonna cum."

He sounded desperate, as desperate as I know was to have his seed in me. At least as far as his monotone voice would allow. It was like a catalyst for my own building orgasm but that could also just be from the sensation of Fink trying to jam his knot into my ass. I knew it was all but impossible but I commended him for trying despite the sharp pangs of pain. The boar was now moaning openly, silenced only when our mouths locked, but would fill the room whenever we broke apart to breathe, lick the others lips or suck on a tongue. He wasn't the oldest fur I had ever made out with the but age-gap turned me on just as much as much as Fink watching, knowing he was about to cum. I was glad to know that he wasn't the jealous type but it made me feel guilty for the jealousy I had felt in my dream.

"Fuuuccckk!" Fink cried out as he shot, his knot pressed hard against my hole. I could feel it. I could feel the flood of cum, the pressure, the build of gooey substance in my guts. It was hot. I thought I was close to coming too but I couldn't touch my dick. My arms were holding me up while the boar pressed into my face. I almost felt suffocated and almost faint until so suddenly the face was gone.

How a guy that size could flip onto his back that fast I'll never know, but he almost knocked over the leopard boy in doing so. I could see for the first time that despite his age the boy's cock was actually bigger than my own. Not that I was jealous, I knew that species can't be compared, but it still made feel slightly inadequate.

"Not your cock." The boar grunted as he lifted his legs, holding them up against his belly with his hands, exposing his tail-hole to the cub and quite possibly the ferrets who I couldn't see from my position but I could still hear KC moaning with a slight giggle here and there.

The leopard got down, crouching on the floor before the bed, his face close the the boar's gaping hole, though I couldn't quite see it. I almost expected the boy to bury his face in the boar's ass but I never expected his paw to plunge inside the piggy's colon clear to the forearm. The groan that issued from the boar's chest seemed to shake the foundations of the whole squat house.

"Fuck." Fink gasped as he pressed inside me one last time.

"Ffuck..." The boar moaned heavily. I could feel his guttural grunts deep in my belly. My belly full of cum. Beside me, as the boy reached elbow length the boar's thick, stubby cock suddenly erupted into four thick ropes of cum that splattered his tattooed belly, instantly matting his fur. Fink's cock was still throbbing and pressing hard against my prostate. I almost thought I was peeing, not the most erotic thought but probably impossible to avoid with such a thick intrusion in my ass but when I happened to glance down between my legs all I saw was a steady stream of off-white dripping from the point of my tapered cock, pooling on the already stained mattress; a steady flow of cum milked from my prostate.

Fink's body seemed to hit the mattress between me and the boar before I even felt his cock leaving my hole. It was probably the pot delaying the reaction, delaying my senses. They were fucked anyways and I knew I couldn't take anything for a grain of salt. The boy was still twisting his arm inside the boar rectum as I curled up with fink, my arms pulled him into me, my side squished into my cum stain. I could faintly hear Adrian grunting as KC moaned, both likely reaching orgasm together. The leopard boy spilling his own young seed into his paw before shoving his arm back inside the boar was the last real cognizant thought I had for a while.

I seemed to be floating; drifting through light and dark but neither happy or sad, just at peace. I was only vaguely aware of my body but my orgasm still seemed to be surging through my body like electricity. I knew I was still lying with Fink, I could sense Fink beside me. I could smell his strong musk, smell his cum, but oddly enough I couldn't feel him physically. Eventually all the dark made way for the light as if it were blasted away as the heat from the summer sun fazed into a pleasant warmth.

When I came to, I was outside, laying on my side and curled up in the overgrown grass, naked but perfectly comfortable. I was in the shade of the palm tree but luckily on the opposite side I had peed on. I didn't move at first and chose to simply lay there, staring up at the deep blue sky scattered with clouds. I could hear the shouts and laughs of children faintly from a distance along with the occasional roar of a jet plane overhead. Gnats and flies and bees hovered nearby, even a butterfly fluttered down and threatened to tickle my nose. Irritated, I sat up, swatting the bugs away, only to find the boar sitting near my foot-paws, watching me intently, just as naked and unfazed by the gnats.

"Is your name Dallas Green?" He asked deeply but not unfriendly despite his frown. I regarded him for a second, rather confused. It made me wish I remembered last night and how I ended up here and why I was having such vivid sexual dreams. The fact that I had just seen this hulking fur fisted by a twelve year old boy only served as an interesting pleasantry instead of a life altering memory. "Furs call me Skiz."

"Y-yeah." I said simply feeling my cock stir but comfortable with it.

"You have an uncle named Markel, yes?" Skiz asked and my stomach dropped through me to the dirt.

"What of him?" I ask as forcefully as I could, my head suddenly dizzy. 'Where's Fink? How did I get outside?' Skiz's huge form tensed up when I confirmed his suspicion and after a few seconds of frowning he stood. His cock hung flaccid but quite tantalizing over a pair of large, heavy and furry balls the color of rust. He used those eyes again to bore holes into my soul. I half expected him to reach down and grab me up, punch me, something along those lines. From the way his whole body tensed up and flexed I almost threw up my paws to guard myself but he only sighed.

Turning heal he disappeared into the house before I realized he had even done so and before I could begin to wonder where he was going, what his problem was, and why he was so awkwardly stoic, he re-emerged holding two cans of cheep Schlitz beer. He handed me one that I quickly accepted. He had his cracked and half chugged before I even glanced down at my own can.

"I think I remember you from when I was young, though you were only a few years old then." Skiz said in a meek tone as he whipped a thick layer of froth from his upper lip, not like his character at all. "I lived next door to your uncle when I was a boy, living with my father. He would let me come over and swim in his pool."

My stomach was no longer in the ground. It was in my throat, trying to choke me. Skiz looked down at his foot-hooves, half buried in the tall grasses. His mouth worked a bit but nothing came out.

'Hey babe, I'm back..." Fink's sudden voice from the side of the house drew both of our faces, he had on those swim trunks he had stolen from the country club and I could see his junk outlined perfectly in them, his signature denim vest adorned his shoulders and nothing else. He had a plastic convenience store bag in one paw and a large Styrofoam soda pop cup clenched in the other. When he saw the bull standing over me he stopped short, looking concerned but the bull simply shrugged, turning back to me before draining the rest of his beer.

"He also taught me how to get fucked."