Lucas
I wrote this in one sitting and didn't proofread. However vomit is hot and I hope you enjoy it!
Lucas closed the fridge and wobbled his way out of his kitchen, weighed down with bowls and bottles. He stumbled down the short hallway and into his living room, where he all but collapsed onto the couch, not quite losing his cargo in the process. His reflexes from his job waiting tables saved the assorted snacks, dips and drinks from ruin.
The wolf panted lightly as he spread the food and beverages onto the coffee table, lining up the dips next to the chips and parking the various beers and sodas next to each other. It wasn't a huge spread; he knew everyone coming over and their appetites, and had an idea of how much anyone would be willing to consume before they'd inevitably become sidetracked.
Getting everything positioned correctly, he fished the TV remote out from between the couch cushions and dived into the menus on his streaming box, digging until he found the app for the esports tournament that was on today. Not that any of them cared _that_much for DotA or the like, but they cared even less for any sport that took place on real grass - except for Mark, who he knew was secretly a golf fan. That was a somewhat embarrassing tidbit that had come out during their brief fling a few years ago; otherwise Mark played the part of the anti-jock to a T.
He brought up a random stream, made sure the audio wasn't too loud, and put the TV on mute. Great. Everything was set.
As if someone had been waiting for their cue, there was a knock at the door. Lucas tucked the remote under the coffee table and hopped up, taking two long strides to the door and yanking it open. His long grey tail swished happily behind him as he took in the medium-built hyena waiting on his porch.
"Kess! I knew you'd show up first!" he said to his short and spotty friend with a grin, "It's 5:43 - you're nothing if not early to everything."
Kess grinned back and all but lept into the house, wrapping Lucas in a bear hug and rubbing his back as he chuckled, "I just never want to miss anything, Luke!" He let go and swept into the living room, calling over his shoulder, "Besides, I get first shot at your beer. I hope you didn't stock up on that Blue Moon bullshit this time."
Lucas shook his head as he flicked the door shut, following his friend into the living room where they both plopped down on the couch. "Nah," he said, "I got plenty of crap brews for ya." They both shared withering glances as the old, cheap pun rolled off Lucas' tongue. He'd always been the kind of guy that thought Shock Top was a rarity, but Kess' love for microbrews was the stuff of - insufferable - legends.
Sure enough, the hyena was eyeing his selection with concern on his face, sizing up Lucas' choices. He suddenly grinned and chuckled, "Wow, Luke, you got a brown IPA here. Christ, that'd probably make you puke." He plucked the bottle off the table, set the edge of the lid against the edge of the tabletop and gave it an expertly aimed smack, popping the cap off.
Lucas tried to glare at him for popping a bottle on his table again, but that damned hyena grin was infectious. He just couldn't get angry at that ridiculous toothy smile, so he went for a lower jab. "Yeah, well, not like you'd be upset by that."
Kess had the bottle microns from his muzzle when he heard Lucas' halfassed joke. He slammed it back down on the table and threw his head back, howling with laughter. Lucas rolled his eyes as his spotty friend laughed uproariously, having forgotten - like always - how easily amused he was. Kess kept at it, making screeching and yipping noises, until he finally started choking it off and looked back at Lucas, getting out a sentence between his giggles. "God damnit, man, you always have to say your dumb shit to me right when I'm about to drink up!"
Before Lucas could say anything in response, another knock came at the door. He jumped up again, leaving Kess alone to try his precious brew in peace. He pulled open the door and his tail and ears perked up as it revealed the face of his friend - old friend, _close_friend, etc. - Mark.
The ferret beamed at him. They didn't exchange any words for a minute, and then Mark threw his arms around Lucas. Instead of Kess' tight, friendly bear hug however, Mark drew the wolf gently into a surprisingly tender kiss.
Lucas' head swam as he kissed Mark, his long muzzle clenched tightly with the ferrets shorter one, his tongue gently but intently exploring the others'. He'd forgotten what this was like, what had attracted them together. The weasel's touch was soft yet... incredibly present, like he was somehow larger than life, the slim, bony fingers clenching his backfur just clenching in just the right spot to make him feel like it was an act of- of_desperation..._
"Hey, it's MARK!" The shout drew Lucas out his reverie with a shock that slid right into irritation and then just collapsed into bemusement. His hyena friend had no real sense of timing when it came to this sort of thing. The two ex-lovers parted snouts, breaking their engagement with a brief gaze into each others eyes before Lucas turned to the living room and yelled, "Yeah, thanks dude, I thought I was making out with a stranger here."
Kess flipped him off. Alright, yeah, that was about what he expected. Carry on.
Mark chuckled as well, so who cared. With a smile Lucas pulled him inside and closed the door, then headed back to the couch with the ferret in tow. They plopped down onto the couch and Mark immediately snuggled up to Lucas, tucking under his arm the way he always had, and Lucas hugged him tightly. "Thanks for coming over, Mark." His voice fortunately didn't waver as he finished, "It's been a while."
Mark wriggled against his side, getting comfortable. "Yeah, Luke, I know. We were both pretty fucked up. But this is the right way for us to get back to being friends; seeing each other the way we met." Lucas nodded, but didn't say anything further, and neither did Mark. Good. It wasn't their way.
They really had been good boyfriends. They hadn't worked out for very specific reasons. He still loved Mark desperately and vice-versa. And it certainly hadn't been about sexual compatibility; Mark was right, this was how they'd met.
To his right, Kess was tilting his bottle back down, shaking his head at the two ex-partners as he swallowed. "You two. God damn. What a shame. Glad you're still showing up anyway, Mark." There it was again, that insufferable hyena grin. "I missed ya too. WIthout you I wouldn't've had Luke to take out my aggression on while you two were breakin' up." He burst into a peal of laughter again at his own cattiness, and this time Luke and Mark joined in rolling their eyes.
Kess wound down after a few seconds and they all sat in silence for a moment. Then he took another pull on his drink, smacking his lips as he finished swallowing, and said "Damn, Luke, for a beer-loser you sure know how to pick 'em. This is... adequate."
The word was high praise coming from him, but just as he finished another knock came at the door, and he snarled in mock irritation. "Oh, you two are all bedded down now, guess I gotta go grab it." The hyena stood up, lept over the table - oh, Lucas would have his throat if he felt like getting up - and bounded to the door, pulling it open dramatically.
He was equally dramatic as he swept up the tiny figure on the porch into another of his great big bear hugs, seeming to completely smother their newest guest despite his own not-so-remarkable stature. Fortunately Lucas knew who their last guest was already, and he called across the room, "Hey Ren, thanks for showing up!"
The newcomer couldn't answer until the hyena let him go, dropping a couple inches onto the ground when he did with a soft plop as his pawpads struck the ground. The bemused new guest was a very short, and very smelly rat.
Lucas could smell him the moment the animal was inside the house. He smelled of sweat, a little rot and, honestly, a lot of old cum. Lucas knew the smell well, because Ren reeked all the time, which wasn't surprising because he never washed. Ever.
Ren was a disgusting, unsanitary creature who didn't bathe, didn't wash his hands, ate food out of the trash and fucked other equally disgusting people. Lucas had never heard of him taking a bath or a shower, or changing clothes for that matter. He wore the same dumb red "Samurai Pizza" shirt he'd always worn, for the last, like, eight years.
In general he was just completely disgusting, but he was a good friend, and he was filthy as fuck in the sack, in ways Lucas had once needed. And fortunately the other friends here were okay with his stink.
Lucas looked around the room. God damn, everyone was here. It was unthinkable, the ways their paths had met. A craigslist hookup; a boyfriend he met at a gaming convention; and a guy he stumbled over in the alley behind the first restaurant he worked at, jerking off into the grease dumpster.
It was really convenient that all of these people who entered his life in vastly different ways ended up liking each other, because these were some rare fuckups he spent his time with.
They were all sitting on the couch now, Mark snuggled up to Lucas, Ren and Kess sitting a half-cushion apart on the other half of the sectional. The fabric seemed to be beige at first, but on closer inspection it was mottled beige and brown. If any of the occupants had stood up, they would have revealed long brown streaks on the lower cushions. Lucas was glad he'd kept this old thing under a slip cover in the basement so he could haul it up for a get-together like this. Getting a new sofa dirty was just a damn shame, especially with all the memories in this filthy piece of furniture.
Lucas looked over at Ren, who was digging in to the nachos on the table. He exclaimed with surprise, "Ren! You're eating fresh food!"
Ren looked up as he continued gobbling, and in between bites he managed to get out a few sentences. "Yeah dude, I'm hungry! And I eat whatev, just usually it's trash." He paused and looked down at the nachos, then shrugged, "And c'mon, it's not like your nachos ain't trash."
The wolf looked around the room in shock. "The hell, Ren? My nachos are excellent!" But as he looked over to Kess, he saw the hyena shaking his head. He sighed, "Aw, man, you guys were just being nice to me, weren't you?"
It was 1:30 in the afternoon. The nachos were long gone down Ren's gullet and they'd ignored and talked their way through an entire tournament of muted DotA matches with hardly a glance towards the TV. They had a lot to catch up on, since Mark and Ren hadn't seen Lucas in months.
"The docks are a great place to work," Ren said, "nobody gives two shits how you smell 'cause the other dudes are fuckups and addicts and the sea smells like rotting shit anyway."
Lucas nodded, only partially paying attention. Kess had polished off his third bomber a few minutes earlier while kneeling on the floor and rubbing Lucas' feet.
It was no secret that Kess was an absolute sucker for paws. The trick was that when sober, he was three quarters of the way to "bro" status, so he'd never admit it. Lucas didn't know where it came from, but the hyena was dead-set against showing any soft edges in his natural state.
Beer, on the other hand, tended to put him in a decidedly more sensual mood. Right now he was on his knees on the carpet, half bent over, rubbing his fingers back and forth between Lucas' toes. His eyes were closed, but he had his muzzle right below Lucas' feet, no doubt inhaling deeply.
The wolf washed his paws thoroughly every night in the shower, but he knew Kess' nose was so sensitive he could pick out the slightest trace of sweat - and in any case, he'd made a point not to wash his feet very thoroughly for the last couple days after everyone had agreed to come over. The wolf spread his toes to make for easier access, and with a quiet sigh Kess pressed his snout up against the big wolf paw, pressing his nose between two toes and inhaling shakily.
Lucas moaned under his breath. Yeah, this felt good. Mark was still clinging to him, though he'd shifted up a little so his head was on his neck. He could smell the weasels breath - that slight carnivore-saliva stink that his sensitive nose both loved and hated - coming over his shoulder as Mark gently stroked his belly, trailing his fingers in the soft grey fur.
Ren was still watching TV and making comments about his life or the game that was on. Lucas ignored him. Fuck, this was good.
And it was getting better. Mark's hand was trailing downwards. Lucas stretched imperceptibly as his entire body flushed just a little. Their clothes had been mostly removed once they had all arrived, and now he was down to, well, a shirt. He hadn't been wearing any underwear that day and Kess had pulled his socks off after beer number two, and demanded he take his pants off after beer number three to make sure he had unobstructed wolf-paw access.
The ferrets hand was rubbing his waistline. Oh god, this was good. This was what he had been waiting for for days, wanted for weeks or months. The slim, bony fingers dug into his fur, massaging down at the skin level, tiny, tiny claws trailng over him. Lucas breathed heavily, waiting for the inevitable.
There is nothing in the world, Lucas thought, like the feeling when you're waiting for someone to touch you the way you want to be touched.
Mark's hand drifted just a little lower, still brushing back and forth.
And then, oh, the touch. God damn.
The bony fingers and tiny claws gently traced across the _bulge_of his sheath. He wasn't hard, but he wasn't limp. Those fingers had kept him a little plump for half an hour, but now they were nearly touching his flesh, kept away only by that thin barrier of skin and fur. He yearned so hard to feel that touch directly.
The ferret seemed to agree, knowing that it was time to make good on the promise of the day. His fingers slid back and forth a couple times over Lucas' plumping sheath before they grasped the growing bulge and squeezed.
Lucas let out a moan, not even trying to hide his pleasure as his ex put pressure on his thickening shaft. It felt good. It felt incredible. He dimly noticed Ren finally shutting up as he realized that they weren't just BSing anymore.
Mark didn't tease. The weasel's skilled hand worked up and down the grey-furred sheath, squeezing the length inside, rubbing and pinching all the good spots he knew about from experience. Lucas moaned and gasped as his ex applied every trick he'd learned in their time together, eventually working right up to-- _ah! Yes!_That little pinch and tug at his sheath opening, right before he started to slip out. The way he loved it.
Lucas hardened up rapidly, and in just a few seconds his big, thick, dark red, canine cock was completely exposed. The wolf panted heavily as his length came to rest on his belly, and just as quickly Mark's paw slid up over it, making Lucas moan openly and loudly as the soft weasel pawpads slid over his exposed flesh, then started stroking, ever so lightly, up and down.
The wolf squirmed under the ferrets touch, resisting the urge to hump into the wonderful feeling around his dick. In the meantime the drunk hyena at his feet had finished snuffling at each of his musky toes, and suddenly Lucas had another reason to moan, as he felt a warm, moist muzzle closing around one of his big toes.
Kess said nothing before slurping the fat, half-furred digit into his mouth, but now he made plenty of noise, groaning deeply as he slithered his wide tongue around Lucas' big toe, licking at every side and then pressing firmly against the pawpad, sliding his tongue back and forth.
Lucas wasn't as much of a pawslut as Kess, but that didn't mean this didn't feel incredible. It almost felt better than the touch on his cock, warm wet suction traveling up and down and all over an incredibly sensitive part of his body, but what made it even better was realizing how filthy the act actually was. He hadn't just not washed his feet lately, he'd gone barefoot about his business every day, walking around the house, at work and to the store over dirty sidewalks and roads and even the occasional feral dog turd.
The canine part of Lucas made it very easy to not mind the smell of stepped-in dogshit, so he'd simply not bothered to wash it off. That was two days ago, but he doubted a hyena had the kind of instinctual disregard for that smell and taste, even for dried-out mess. Maybe that was why he could hear Kess's breathing hitch a little as he finished cleaning one toe and moved on to the next, slurping the furred toe into his mouth and bobbing up and down, spreading saliva into the grey fur, then twitching in his rhythm slightly as everything moistened up and, presumably, released its foul taste into his mouth.
Mark's paw had wrapped completely around Lucas' fully erect shaft, but he knew how to treat the wolf right. He was using an incredibly light touch, letting his soft fur dry-lube the way as he slid up and down the exposed wolfdick. After a couple long, long minutes of this Lucas was almost coming already, this felt so damn good. He let the weasel know by sliding his hand up his short-furred back and onto his neck, then digging his claws in, just a little.
Mark took the hint, but instead of slowing his stroking, he let go immediately. Lucas was mildly surprised for a moment, until the ferret turned to Kess, who had just finished cleaning Lucas' last toe, and said, "Hey Kess, I got something for you." He grabbed the base of the wolfs cock and wiggled it to make his point.
Kess lifted his head from Lucas' foot, and immediately he was aware that the hyena looked positively green. That canine feces had done his doglike friend no favors, and he was probably not feeling too great right now. Wasting time at the moment would be a bad idea, so Lucas cracked a big, inviting smile at his drunk friend and thrust his hips just a little in the air. Kess took the hint.
The hyena scrambled up Lucas' legs, forcing them apart as he voraciously thrust his snout onto the wolfs dick. Lucas gasped and_yelped_ as his dick was suddenly surrounded by the hottest, tightest, slickest feeling he'd ever felt. He automatically swung his hands up to Kess' head and wrapped his fingers around the hyenas big, round ears, gripping them tightly and slamming his dick deep into the hyena's throat.
Kess let out a strangled gag as Lucas' thick length slammed down his throat, but the hyena was more than used to sucking dick. He went nearly limp, throat muscles and all, letting himself be yanked down onto the big wolfcock and then back off of it as Lucas started facefucking him. Wet, sloppy noises came from Kess' muzzle, the hyena far too out of it to form a reasonable seal as Lucas mated his throat viciously.
After thirty or forty seconds Lucas was right back where he was, about ready to cum, but the hyena had his own plans. For the last few seconds Lucas had felt his body convulsing, and then Kess had grabbed his leg and dug his fingers in, and he knew what was coming before the hyena suddenly yanked his head up off of Lucas' cock and all but lept up onto the couch.
Lucas was ready for him. The wolf caught his drunk, sick friend as he landed on top of him, then locked the hyena in a sudden, incredibly intense kiss, crushing their intersecting muzzles tightly together. Instead of playing with his friends tongue however, Lucas thrust his tongue right down Kess' throat. He tasted the mucous lining the hyenas gullet, felt the clenching gullet, tasted that little trace of acid, and with a thrash of his tongue he felt satisfaction as his friends throat opened up.
Kess belly contracted against Lucas' as he vomited into the wolfs mouth loudly, clenching his eyes as his stomach emptied. Lucas tasted the puke as soon as it was halfway up Kess' throat, a sour, yeasty flavor that rapidly engulfed his entire tongue in warm, frothy, acidic liquid. He swallowed as fast as he could, and Kess' entire first heave went down the wolf's hungry throat.
Then Lucas felt Kess' body contract again, and another wave of puke filled his mouth. This was chunky, full of little bits of whatever the hyena had eaten today, and it tasted like rancid meat. Lucas' eyes widened as his own revulsion increased at the rotten taste, but he made himself swallow the chunky hyena slop anyway. Kess twitched again and Lucas' mouth fillled with more vomit, but this time it was just a trickle of bile that burned the wolfs tongue.
That was it. Kess' muzzle stayed locked with his for a few minutes as he dry-heaved, but nothing else came up. Finally the hyenas grip loosened and their snouts slid apart, and Kess tumbled back onto the floor, looking dazed. His sheath was drooling white slime; he'd cum without ever getting hard.
Ren finally spoke up again from the other half of the couch. "God damn, that was hot as hell. Wish I'd been in on that, looked like it tasted fucking foul."
Mark, who had until now been resting against the sofa arm just watching his ex get puked into, looked over at the filth-coated rodent. "Yeah, so get over here, Lucas won't stop you."
Lucas didn't say anything, but he didn't disagree. Kess may have gotten off but Lucas was still rock hard, drooling precum onto his belly. Mark's hand had returned to his dick and started stroking again, and if he didn't get off in someone he was going to just cum all over himself at any moment. He looked over at Ren and nodded sharply. The rat slid off the couch, dropped on to all fours, and scurried over.
Leave it to Ren to act like a feral when he's turned on. That guy was one step away from sewer vermin.
The rat's stink preceded him, and when it combined in Lucas' sensitive nose with the sour taste of foreign-species bile, Lucas nearly puked right on the spot. Ren rolled his eyes as he climbed up onto the couch and straddled the wolf, tail raised high. "Oh come on, you used to love the way I smell."
Lucas heaved under the rat, but fortunately his tiny weight didn't make things too much worse. "Oh-- guh, yeah, I-- hrk-- did, but it's been a while, you nasty little shit." He almost smiled, but he kept his expression serious as he continued, "By the way, I gotta know what you've done since we last saw each other. Safety, you know."
Red sighed and stared up at the ceiling as he recited his history. "Let's see... three dudes with AIDS, but I used condoms and got tested. I nailed a few guys with gonorrhea - docked 'em, made sure they got their slime right up in my peehole when they blew." He closed his eyes, almost wistfully as he whistled and said, "Christ, that burn felt good. But," he went on, opening his eyes and looking down at Lucas, "I got treated after those. And I'm tested clean, as of a couple days ago."
Lucas nodded, and almost said something back, but suddenly he felt a warmth against his tip. Ren had lifted his tail while he was talking and settled his asshole down over the wolfs thick dick, and was nearly pushing onto it. The rat looked back at his raised tail, then down at the wolf. "Anything else?" he queried impatiently.
Lucas gasped as the heat surrounded his tip, gulping a little. "N-nah Ren, just one more thing... what'd you eat before you came here?"
The rat grinned, exposing rows of yellow teeth. "An _entire_tuna sub that I found in a dumpster." Lucas' eyes widened, but the rat continued. "--and then I left it there for three days, and dug it out."
It was the middle of summer. Lucas almost hurled just thinking about how that sandwich had to have tasted, and what horrifying bacteria was swimming in it. But like it or not, he was going to find out himself what it was like - as the rat suddenly pushed his rear down, slipping his loose shithole over the wolf's fat, dripping wolfdick at the same time that he pressed his disgusting muzzle into Lucas'.
The taste was unbelievably bad. Rotting meat, sourness, yeast, mold - fuck, mold! Lucas' eyes widened and his stomach turned as he realized this filthy fucking rat's stomach was full of moldy bread, but despite the horror that invoked, he grabbed the rats sides and yanked him down onto his length.
Lucas fucked the rat roughly, almost angrily, letting his revulsion at touching such a revolting creature drive his lust. Ren was an irrepressible slut with a completely slack asshole, and Lucas thought he felt like the loosest girl snatch he'd ever blown his load in. He pounded his thick dick into the loose, filthy rodent hole, holding the tiny rat body up above him while he railed into his limp asshole. Their muzzles were still locked together, and the little rat was panting roughly into Lucas' mouth as he got fucked. He was probably close to throwing up.
He knew Ren liked to fill his belly with rotten garbage, get good and nauseous from food poisoning, and then pay a visit. His stomach had probably been rumbling the entire time he'd been over. All it would take was a little more abdominal pressure...
Lucas pounded into the rat with no concern at all. He slammed his knot against the rodent hole over and over, undoubtedly stretching his bowels terribly, compressing the rats guts with his fat canid dick. The rodents asshole felt incredible, wet and hot and loose, letting his dick slip out with the light grip he loved. He was getting closer and closer by the second.
Suddenly, Ren vomited. The rat reached up and grabbed Lucas by the neck, pulling his head closer before his mouth suddenly filled with the worst slop imaginable. Lucas could barely manage it, it was so foul. His tastebuds were assaulted with mold, rancid mayo, rotten meat, floor cleaner that had probably been poured out into the dumpster, and the bile and booze that had joined it all in the rats disgusting septic tank belly.
Lucas struggled as hard as he could not to puke. The puke filling his mouth was so foul, so gut wrenching, but he forced himself to swallow, pulling the nasty mouthful of bacteria and rot and acid down his throat. Another mouthful of soft chunks swimming in acidic liquid filled his mouth, and he swallowed again. He kept pounding into the rat, his balls felt like they were being squeezed by his ballsack. He was so sick, but the loose rodent asshole felt so good, and his entire body was swimming in endorphins and emotions.
His howl was muffled by the rodents muzzle, then cut off completely by another wave of toxic vomit, but Lucas came anyway, blowing his load into Ren's filthy rat shithole. He slammed the rat's loose tailhole onto his dick over and over, slapping his oversized knot into the ruined sphincter as he pumped cum up the rodents guts, spurt after spurt of his ball slime pumping into Ren's disgusting sewage-tank body.
They lay there panting for a while before their muzzles separated. Lucas gasped as he drew in a breath of fresh air, then gagged on the still-intense stink of his companion and grunted, "Ren, get the fuck off of me, you're disgusting."
The rat slipped his feet off the couch and unceremoniously stood up, pulling off of Lucas' fat dick with a wet, nasty slurp. Cum drooled from his asshole under his still-raised tail as he took a couple steps away from Lucas and then turned around, looking dazed. "Hey..." he mumbled, "I... didn't cum."
Sure enough, his slim rat dick was hanging from its thin sheath, drooling pre, but no actual cum. Lucas was about to offer his own asshole when Mark slid down off the couch and solved the problem for him. "Hey Ren, you can fuck me any way you like. After that performance I'm so fucking horny, I don't give a shit who fucks who as long as I get off."
Ren perked up out of his daze a little. "I can fuck you _any_way I like?" he said, looking excited, "Is that a promise?" Mark nodded, then crawled up between Lucas' legs, then onto his lap, then slid his arms around the wolfs shoulders. The ferret had a hardon, and Lucas reached down and guided the slim shaft under his tail as Mark slid forward, pressing his tip against the wolfs asshole.
Mark was about as big as you'd expect a ferret to be, so he had no trouble simply pressing his dick against Lucas' tailhole and slipping inside. Lucas gasped quietly, not having been fucked in some time, but Mark was really not very big; taking him was easy to adjust to.
The two fucked, like lovers fuck. Quietly, passionately, with an unspoken understanding that they were there for each other. Ren had no understanding at all of that kind of connection, being a filthy gutter creature, so it was much to Mark's surprise when he felt his ear grabbed and a thin, slick shaft slide inside.
Mark almost turned his head, but fear that he'd hurt himself stopped him. "Ren, what the fuck?" he asked in shock.
Ren responded, "You said I could fuck you however I want. I've always wanted to do this. Your ears look so soft and nice, and they_are_." Without waiting for a response, he started thrusting his dick into Mark's ear, groaning and squeaking.
Mark looked up at Lucas. The wolf looked down at the rat, then at his ex-partner, and he shrugged. Mark wasn't feeling any pain, so he shrugged back, and they ignored it and returned to the task at hand.
Mark thrust into Lucas, groaning as his slim shaft was swallowed by the huge wolf asshole. Lucas wasn't tight around his little dick, but his tailhole certainly wasn't loose. The weasel grabbed on to his ex's hips and pulled his dick out, then drove it back inside with the help of some of his pre, starting to fuck Lucas properly, slamming his dick into the wolf's asshole over and over.
All three of them panted and moaned among themselves, as Ren coated Mark's ear canal with precum and Mark stretched Lucas' tailhole. Ren was the first to cum, squeaking loudly as he blew his load deep inside Mark's ear. The weasel stiffened as he felt the hot jets into his ear canal, unused to this totally new feeling, and he moaned in revulsion and shock as he felt the warm, slimy cum slide down and coat his eardrum. Ren, on the other hand, simply pulled out of his defiled earhole with a wet slurp and stepped away from them.
Mark ignored the warm slimy feeling inside his head and kept up his rhythm, biting his tongue as he fucked Lucas as hard as he could, panting loudly. He wasn't really getting anywhere however, but before he could speak up to ask for help, he suddenly felt a tight grip around his balls.
Ren had kneeled behind them - and flopped over, with his head laying on Mark's back. But his hands were gripping Mark's testes, and Mark knew he was aware of the requirements he had for getting off. Sure enough, a moment later Mark's eyes widened as he felt a squeeze around his nuts.
The rat's thin fingers barely encompassed the weasels ballsac, but he was using them the way he had in the past, digging the tips in to the ferret's vulnerable balls. He squeezed harder every time, and Mark realized he wasn't going to let up at all.
Quickly, Mark shuffled forward, forcing Ren to follow him forward a few inches. He turned his muzzle up towards Lucas, pausing with their snouts just a couple inches apart, then looked up at the wolf and just said, "I'm sorry."
Lucas understood the apology, and he forgave his ex-boyfriend even as their muzzles locked together in another passionate kiss. He knew what was coming. One of the things that had driven them apart was his boyfriends particular insatiable desire, and he was about to experience it again. But it was okay. He could be okay with that if he wanted.
As Mark resumed fucking him, he felt the exertion in his breathing, powerful exhalations following each thrust, but mixed in with them he detected little irregularities as the dazed rat incessantly squeezed his nutsack. Then, Mark burped, and Lucas winced.
It was so foul. Vomit, rot, mold, Lucas could take it all, but Mark's breath stunk of shit. Not just his own, or one other persons. Mixed feces from who knows how many species. In that one belch he tasted and smelled canine, reptile, even bird crap. Who knew what Mark had been feeding from. Maybe he even ate feral shit.
Lucas couldn't take scat. It was so bad, it was so revolting his body wouldn't tolerate it. But right now... he was going to put up with it. He'd already gotten off, and his ex was having a great time. He would see this out.
Mark belched again, and this time Lucas stood fast. He inhaled the stink and let it out through his nose, letting it fill his sinuses, flooding his sense with the smell of shit so he wouldn't be blindsided by it. In his post-orgasmic state, the ferret cock sliding up his asshole felt good. It felt wonderful. His ex-boyfriends dick felt like a lot of little tiny orgasms, one after another, flooding his asshole and running up his spine.
Mark pounded into him harder, and then Lucas felt something press between them, and Mark raised up away from him a litte. Then Lucas heard a dry smack, and Mark shuddered, and Lucas knew Ren had punched his belly. It came again, and again, punch after punch, and with each one Mark swayed more above him.
The ferret was fucking him erratically now, pounding in and out irregularly and panting into his mouth, burping more shit stink into him every few seconds. Lucas closed his eyes tightly and rode it out, focusing on the intense pleasure of the weasel fucking his asshole and of kissing him,
And then Mark's body heaved, and a gout of hot gas pumped through Lucas' mouth, and his muzzle was full of sewage.
Mark vomited feces into Lucas' mouth. He filled the wolf's muzzle with some mixture of dog and reptile and birdshit, all in an awful slurry, and Lucas had to swallow. He made himself swallow the mouthful of rotting feces, and then the next one that felt like diarrhea mixed with softened broken tortilla chips, and then the next one that was bile mixed with chunks of undigested lumps of waste. Lucas let all this disgusting shit flow down his throat and be pulled into his belly, knowing he would be horribly sick later, knowing he would be nauseous and get a gastrointestinal infection, and he did it willingly, for his ex that he still cared for.
The weasel kept fucking his asshole as he emptied his stomach and his convulsions turned to dry heaves, but somewhere in there he'd cum. It wasn't anywhere near large enough to swell Lucas' belly, but the wolf could feel his little shaft pulsing as it emptied shot after shot deep in his asshole. He settled back onto the couch in a pleased daze, ignoring the foul toilet stink in his mouth. He could live with that for now and deal with it later. For now, Mark was collapsed and unmoving, spread over him, and he was in a house full of good friends.
From somewhere in the room, Lucas heard Kess' drowsy voice saying, "H-hey dude, you have a box of fuckin' Shock Top in the kitchen." And without a hint of irony, he went on, "...th-that's fuckin' gross shit."
Okay, so he was in a house, at least.