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“Wh-what, wait…” Line grunted, still upset and flustered by the things Emilie had told the others about their private times together.

‘We can’t, it’s forbidden,’ she thought, but what came out of her mouth was something completely different. “What, you think I won't… Just because I’m afraid?!” Line snorted, looking over at her grinning brother.

They both knew how their father treated her like his special little thing, so Line had always been careful not to ruin the image which their father held of her.

“Well, I’m not… Not at all. In fact, let’s do it right now!”

Line grabbed the book and kit, and marched off, not waiting for them. The others just sat looking confused for a moment, before they stood up and followed along behind her.

“Steady there, Tray, I got you.” Brady caught the wether as he fell while getting up from the chair, his two cloven hooves unable to support him with the amount of alcohol in his system.

“Are you sure this is fine?” Emilie asked Daven as they walked behind Kristine toward the white door that led into the room no one should visit except the twins' father.

“Of course. Dad and Mom are off to a hot spring hotel and won’t be back for a few days. As long as we don’t break anything, I’d say we can do whatever we want in here.”

Emilie couldn’t seem to make eye contact with the feline, those sharp eyes locked onto the firm and massive doe rump right in front of them.

“See, nothing to fear!” Line called out as the door swung open, the female striking a heroic pose, the wind gust from opening the door making her skirt flutter slightly, but not enough to reveal the white furred pussy beneath it.

Brady turned on the lights, supporting Tray by having the jock lay an arm over his shoulder, their plan seemingly slipping away along with their consciousness because of the alcohol.

“Wow… This place is huge,” Brady spoke up in wonder.

The room was as big as his bedroom but way more stuffed. The white-painted room was filled with all sorts of books and other tools he’d never seen before.

“Daven, get your rump in here so we can get on with the game.” Line looked back as she ordered her brother to enter and for the rest to get seated.

The room had a large table with tools at its centre; the end of it had a small sofa and, for the rest of the walls, it was a mix of bookshelves and tool racks with all sorts of weird objects on them.

The girls clustered upon the sofa, talking in excited whispers to each other, while Daven was left to help Brady drag some chairs over for the guys to sit on. Brady poured Tray into one of the chairs, as Daven paused to glance around the room silently.

“God I'm so tired of Brady and Tray trying to get into my pants,” Kristine snorted quietly, sounding more than a bit angry, even as she looked over at Line and giggled.

“Wouldn't mind if your brother did, though,” she admitted to Line with a cute smile, then shook her head, realising she was more intoxicated than she had thought. That statement made Emilie and Line burst into giggles as they traded knowing grins.

“Well, Tray isn’t gonna be much of a horn-dog now that Line has got his lamb factories in a ziploc bag,” Emilie giggled, making Kristine look at her wide-eyed and very confused. The deer had not seen what Line had really done to Tray, so what did she… She couldn’t mean that they’d?!

“Really? She really… Removed his–” Kristine paused. She had known something had gone on besides Line sucking Tray off, but this was so weird and frighteningly sudden to her that for a moment she considered leaving, rainstorm or no rainstorm… But she was too drunk for that.

“Yes, but Brady is still a problem, however…” Line whispered into the doe's floppy cervine ear, as the three females huddled together.

“This plan will solve two problems at the same time,” Line assured with a soft snicker as the doe stared at her curiously.

“You dare Brady and Daven to compare dicks, the one with the biggest gets to mount you.”

Kristine opened her mouth to protest, but the bobcat hurried on before she could.

“The winner mounts, while the loser gets in the machine on that table over there. Once it’s done its thing, Brady will be a lot less of a pain in the ass.”

“How do you know Daven will be bigger than Brady?” Kristine asked frantically, not willing to admit she had felt Daven's enormous size earlier in the evening.

“Trust me. My brother has almost every guy at school beat in that department. Except maybe those horses Tray apparently loves to play with so much.”

“And you can guarantee me that I won’t have that goat’s slimy thing in me after this?” Kristine was unsure of how to proceed with the prospect of getting to be mounted by that charming dork, a thing she’d never thought about, yet it sent her heart into a fast beating. She hadn’t seen much of the bobcat at school so she was practically getting to know him for the first time tonight, the idea of a shotgun mounting something she’d never considered.

“Trust us… I’ve seen it before and she isn’t joking,” Emilie assured the uncertain doe, her husky tail wagging about at the memory.

“And if he turns out to be bigger then I’ll personally help you knock them out… They’re drunk so they will likely not remember much.” Line and Emilie nodded at the scared doe, knowing that if things didn’t go as planned they’d be the ones with less alcohol in their system.

“Okay… Here goes nothing.” The chestnut-coloured beauty rose from the sofa and walked over to the three males seated at the other end of the table. The room only had a good amount of space at the two ends of the massive table.

“Daven, truth or Dare!” She put extra pressure on the dare part, hoping that the smaller fur would pick up on her intentions. His blue eyes narrowed themselves as he looked into hers, a short moment of silence passing before he spoke up.

“I’ll go with dare, Kristine,” the bobcat male spoke softly.

“Daven, I dare you to compare your… Th-thing to Brady’s and then, um… The bigger male gets to mount me while the loser has to get into–” She looked around for a hot second before her eyes fell on the device which the girls had specified, “That machine over there!”

Her words had a hard time getting out, her legs shaking from embarrassment at having to say it out loud. Daven’s widening eyes did not make it any easier on her fragile heart.

“Hu hu hu,” Brady laughed gloatingly off to the side, the goat jock overwhelmingly excited at seeing their plan bearing fruit, the idea of getting to fuck Kristine just as good as if he’d gotten to do it with the curvy husky girl, in his mind everything was better than that damn donkey girl.

“Oh yeah baby. Now that's a dare!” Brady hopped to his hooves and danced about, while trading high fives with a happy if slightly confused looking Tray who was mentally no longer there.

“Err… That wouldn’t be fair,” Daven protested, swallowing hard as he looked around at the other girls as if he was expecting a protest. He was disappointed to find his sister and Emilie just sitting back on the sofa grinning broadly, the bobcat male groaning in frustration as he got the hint.

“Hah, not fair for you perhaps,” Brady laughed as he leered over at Kristine, who was looking back at him with a faint grin and worry in her eyes, the doe still not trusting the other girls fully on this.

“Come on, let's do it… Get it over so I can show Kristine how a real male mounts a lady!”

“Dude, it's not fair for you,” Daven tried to explain again, but Brady just would not let it go. So very reluctantly, the bobcat unbuttoned his jeans, letting the fabric slide down as Brady moved beside him. The goat was down to just his underwear, which was bulging obscenely.

Everyone in the room with the exception of Line was watching as the two of them dropped their shorts, exposing their stiff male organs. There was a loud gasp from the room.

"Dude, yer huge!" Tray moaned, the jock looking closer at Daven's massive erection, which made Brady's over average genitalia look tiny in comparison. “Wha… What the hell?” Brady grunted, reaching over to grab Daven dick and tug on it, as if he couldn't believe that it was real.

Daven swatted away the other male's paw and tried to cover himself up. His dick wasn’t even standing up, the thing swaying between the bobcat’s legs as if it hadn’t even awoken from its slumber. “I ain’t a damn sports horse, so no touching!” Daven called out defensively,

“This ain’t over yet, I’m not fully out!” Brady shouted defiantly, the goat’s pride growing ever bigger from that thin sheath of his. Daven took hold of his long and thick feline organ and lifted it up from its downward-pointing position. The males placed their organs next to each other for Kristine to decide who would be the one to mount her.

“If you were any thinner, Brady, then I think you could’ve penetrated Daven’s urethra!” Emilie teased from behind Kristine, the husky having gotten up from the sofa to take a closer look at the meat available, the female finally getting to see the Davens dick fully hard.

One couldn’t call it a competition, Emilie’s eyes stared down at the two pieces of meat, one covered in barbs and as thick as her wrist… If not thicker. The thing was something a horse could’ve been fine with using, while Brady’s was as thin as her pinky.

It was long to be sure, only a little shorter than Daven’s, but the weight difference between the two was something everyone present could agree on, Brady’s goat fucker was a dry stick while Daven’s feline meat was a heavy club.

“I guess we know who the winner is,” Line teased without even looking, as she and Emilie hugged playfully. The act made Brady that much more excited, not that it helped him in the contest.

“Awww come on, it's not really the size that matters,” the goat pointed out just like every guy with a small one ever, Brady in turn blushing hard at having to resort to begging. Everyone meanwhile gawked at Daven as the sly bobcat stood there looking shy and embarrassed.

“Yeah, ya gotta count experience,” Tray rambled in vague support of his friend, even as they all pretty much ignored the drunken wether. “That jenny never knew the difference.”

Brady moved to hush Tray up, before he said something that he really shouldn't. While Tray and Brady kept the girls distracted, Daven put his dick back into his pants, seeing his chance at getting some privacy from their prying eyes.

“Alright Brady, come on,” Emilie snickered, grabbing the goat jock, and pulling him over to where the device sat on a low table. Carefully, the husky lifted the metal lid of the contraption. The words 'Dr. Ziler's automated emasculator' were printed on it in big, friendly letters. The contraption looked like it came straight out of the steam age, all of it made of polished brass.

With a smile, Emilie helped guide Brady into place. A special compartment for the testicles at the very base of it could be adjusted to closely fit around the male's size, and in front of the compartment was a hole for what the husky assumed to be the dick.

Looking about she found a long row of cylinders with different names on them. She picked up the one labelled Capra Hircus and hooked it into place, guiding the jock's slimy member into it before closing the lid and locking his member securely into the machine.

The goat, thinking the machine would be some kind of blowjob device, eagerly placed his organ into it, memories of the procedure Tray had gone through playing in his mind. If the birthday girl’s father's book contained such joy, then surely this one would as well. He bent his knees slightly, as the machine sat on a rather low table.

“So wha… What is this thing supposed to do again?” Brady asked, looking around confused, as Line reached over and triggered the release. There was a soft 'Whirring' sound, as the machine seemed to spool up.

“UHU!” Brady grunted, his body jerking as his nerves sent danger signals to his brain, the goat glancing around wild eyed for a moment as if begging for help and answers.

“Something grabbed me!?” Brady grunted, the goat hunching forward over the machine. A strange look slid across his muzzle as there was a sharp 'hiss.' The goat's mouth gaped open, a look of shock and surprise on his snout.

Brady grunted as the machine gave a loud 'Kurchunk', making the goat jock squeal out in pain as a syringe poked him in the crotch

“What the fuc… Awww, Owww!” A moment later there was a sewing machine-like sound, then a soft 'ding' and something rolled out of an opening. His fat pouch rolled out onto the table, the watching furs marvelled at the sight of Brady's family pride, his hefty jewel sack laying there.

‘Slice!’ A sudden sound of meat getting cut through echoed within the small room, followed by a single tiny ‘thump’, they looked down at the machine once more, the scene growing even more grotesque as the goats white fur and black skinned pouch was accompanied by his dick, or now former dick, Emilie noted.

Most furs, with the exception of Daven and Kristine who talked privately, looked on with confusion, wonder and horror in their eyes, as they witnessed the un-maling of the goat jock.

”Wait… Wait, what is that?” Brady staggered backwards, and fell down into a chair. He looked at the others wide eyed, and then slowly glanced down at his own crotch.

“Dude, you’re a eunuch!” Tray called out excitedly, the drunk jock stumbling over to sit on his knees. Those massive goat balls had been perfectly removed, not even a small bit of the sack remained. Only a small, hairless spot was left, one which would get covered with fur soon enough.

“N-no… I’m not!” He rushed a paw down to inspect himself, sticking a finger into his sheath to look for his dick… Yet no stiff rod was felt in between his fingers.

“It really took it all,” Line spoke without thinking, the feline picking up the severed sack to pull out the two orbs which it contained. The sack emanated the last heat it’d ever produce, the severed manhood beside the sack shrivelling up as the goats beating heart no longer kept it upright.

“Perhaps we should’ve read the full manual…” Emilie whispered into her best friend's ear, the two looking guilty for just a second seeing as they'd simply thought it a ball removing machine, before smiling at each other as having removed the evening's last problem fully.

Perhaps justice does come to those who believe? Line pondered, feeling a growing sense of pride at having fully un-maled a prey animal, while over on the chair Brady stubbornly tried to get Tray’s paws off of him, the drunk wether nonetheless in the mood for another round.

“I’m not a fucking female you dickhead, get off of me Tray!”

The wethers finger popped out of Brady's sheath as the goat raised himself from the chair, his wobbly legs unable to support him as the alcohol kept his movements to a minimum.

“Oh come on you baby,” Tray moaned, gripping the goats hips from behind, while shoving his own snout in between those furry rump cheeks.

“I just want to have a little fun in that hot hole,” the wether’s voice was muffled by the cheeks, Brady inhaling sharply as he felt a tongue lick around the rim of his tight little black pucker.

“NAA! NAA!” the goat bleated, as he leaned forward slightly. He let Tray lap at his tailhole for a few moments, until the wether jock started finger fucking his empty sheath again.

It really bothered Brady from what the others could tell, as the now emasculated jock tried to pull away once more, but Tray hung onto his hips.

Line and Emilie were watching in amusement, as ever the horny bastard Tray kept teasing and playing with the completely de-maled bovidae.

The helpless nullo goat slowly started to give in to the guy he hero worshipped as his legs made it clear to his panicking brain that he wouldn’t be able to flee as drunk as he was.

“Oh my god, that really happened,” Daven grunted in shock, upon picking up the soft pouch.

He looked around wild eyed, as he examined the soft and furry scrotum. Rolling the empty skin sack around in his paw, the look on his feline muzzle a feral one as the smell of blood filled his nose, instincts telling him to accept the snack.

“It did indeed,” Line giggled as she laid down the naked testicles she’d been fondling, before reaching over to pick up the pink rod which had been Brady's penis just moments prior.

If it had still been attached to Brady, the goat would have been ecstatic that she was toying with it. But at that moment, Brady had other things on his mind, with Tray bending the goat over a chair back and playing with his black tailhole, fingering it enthusiastically as Brady moaned and bleated.

The cute feline couldn't help laughing at the jocks: one completely neutered, the other with fake balls but unaware of his condition. She waved that severed and softening dick around like it was a magic wand, much to Emilie’s amusement.

“Damn, Tray is still a horny beast,” Emilie snorted as she watched the wether try to get his big red rocket into the goats little anus.

It was kind of funny, but at the same time, it bothered her since Brady was saying no but didn’t stop Tray from doing it. Suddenly, Brady let out a particularly loud bleat as Tray managed to get that canine cock inside him.

The goat leaned over the chair back, looking more and more glassy-eyed and out of it. Poor Brady was grunting softly while Tray was humping away, the wether looking like he was having a great time while Brady appeared somewhat sick.

“I guess we are going to have to figure out what to do with him now,” Emilie muttered to Line, the two girls watching the spectacle with a mix of disgust and amusement.

“I agree,” Line nodded, setting down Brady's severed dick, the slime sticking to her paw.

She wondered just how many more 'firsts' they’d have to deal with, while the wether kept on humping the poor neutered guy still trying to resist. But the bleats were getting weaker, and his body grew limper by the second.

“What happens when he faints?” Daven asked, still staring at the sight in front of him with a mix of shock and curiosity showing in his whiskers.

“I have no idea,” Line replied, a wry smile playing across her face, as the thought of a limp unconscious body being banged by Tray was enough to make anyone confused.

Soon enough, Brady was knocked out by the experience, yet Tray kept thrusting until, with one last powerful thrust, he let out a final hoarse grunt of frustration. Tray groaned loudly as he collapsed over Brady's body, both of them now just heaving and panting.

Walking closer, Emilie inspected the two males in their sleeping state. The wethers knot was still outside, understandably so, Emilie thought as its massive girth would’ve likely split Brady in half if it’d entered. Watery milk spilled out of the eunuch's stretched hole, his black pucker twitching in pain as it tried to close up, not knowing that what was stretching it would remain hard for a long time if those canine biology lessons were to be believed.

“What’s that?” Line called from behind the husky, as she spotted a thick and white substance covering the back of the chair right in front of Brady’s wolly stomach. Moving closer, Emilie took a look at the goats empty sheath as well as the unknown liquid on the chair.

“OMG… He came!” Emilie spoke up loudly, her digit fingering the eunuch’s sheath to collect some of the last virile seed he’d ever produce. Emilie and Line laughed, as they realised that the proud and dumb jock had orgasmed from being turned into a cum dumpster.

“It tastes good,” Emilie commented as she brought the gooey substance to her lips, the taste of his small swimmers making her pussy lips quiver with need. The mental image of Brady’s final swimmers looking for one last chance to fertilise an egg turning her on immensely.

“Let’s figure out what to do with them later,” Line commented as she scooped up some of the seed as well, tasting it in order to compare Brady to the sheep she’d personally castrated.

“Much more masculine in taste, and so thick,” the feline mumbled to herself before she and Emilie walked over to where Daven and Kristine were standing at the other end of the table.

“So, are you ready to receive your reward?” Emilie asked the shocked bobcat male, his soft dick pressed against the fabric of his pants as he leaned his behind up against the table.

The three females looked him up and down, Kristine and Emilie with need, while Line simply wanted to see if she could get Emilie undressed in the process as well.

“Cheeky boy, hiding yourself from us even after all of that praise?” Emilies silky voice edged him, the curvy girl confused as to why Daven would hide up after they’d all ogled his club sized prick like no tomorrow right before Tray and Brady had distracted them.

"Just… It didn't feel right to be so exposed while you were still dressed," Daven said, looking down to avoid their piercing eyes.

“So, you just need for me and Kristine to undress then… Is that what I’m hearing?” Emilie leaned forward, the husky pressing her chest against his.

Her big chest forced him to look up, his blue eyes meeting her green. Feeling himself tongue tied, Daven nodded his head up and down slowly, the girl's tails flickering about in response. Daven’s predator ears picking up on their bodily responses. Kristine swallowed her spit, the sound making Daven think the girl nervous even though this was her dare, while Emilie found comfort in his sister who helped her undress..

The sound of rustling clothes spread throughout the room, Emilie’s shirt dropping first, followed closely behind by Kristine pulling down her jeans.

“P-pretty,” Daven stammered, Kristine’s pantyless crotch making him shiver while Emilie's beautiful white thighs made his pants strain, the two making his meat awaken from its deep slumber.

“Thanks, though I’m sure my thighs are nothing compared to Kristine’s,” Emilie’s comment drew a sound of relief from the doe as she was getting jealous, the deer girl fearing herself lesser than Emilie from how aggressively she was pushing Daven.

“Don’t be shy, show him what you got,” Line cheered. The bobcat walked over to the tall doe, her tight jeans and shirt pulled fully off her furry body in quick succession.

Kristine in turn found herself more embarrassed by their insistence on her stripping than by her own act of taking her panties off behind Daven.

Drawn out of her not so ladylike embarrassment, Kristine and Emilie looked over at Daven as they heard the sound of clothing being ripped apart. In shock and awe they watched the grey bobcats pants almost burst. The entranced male ripping himself out of his fantasising at the last minute as he forcefully pulled his pants all the way down to his foot paws.

“Is that thing… Real!?” Kristine spoke with equal parts fear and amazement.

The scene before her was unbelievable, he wasn’t practically, no he was literally hung like a horse. She had thought him hard before, but His prick somehow managed to find enough blood within that short body of his to grow further, in the process raising the feline prick itself to aim sky-high.

Daven on his end couldn’t answer, his attention fully on the body before him. Kristine wasn’t just a beauty, but a goddess; her fur was trimmed to perfection as it was smooth across all of her features, not even a hint at it having been half-assed at play.

Her chest featured a black bra that hugged her small breasts with motherly care, her fur colours creating an allure he’d never gotten from any female from his own species.

“T-thank you… God,” Daven whispered, his eyes glazed over.

Admiration for her showed in the form of his organ throbbing wildly, precum flowing down his shaft and in between his penile spines, the thing covered with both small and large ones.

“I think he likes you,” Line whispered to the dick-shocked doe, the doe’s body shivering slightly from excitement, pussy juices flowing down her thighs to create a big mess. Her wide hips and small tail moved about in jitters as they desired more than for the deer girl to just stand still.

“Let's get you two into position, shall we?” Emilie suggested, her and Line sharing a small glance before they pulled Daven over to the sofa. He almost didn’t register what they were doing, his mind drifting between reality and thanking the gods above for this blessing.

The sound of wood scraping against wood could be heard as Line and Emilie pushed the large table away from the sofa, creating enough space for them to unfold it into a small bed.

It was a strange creation, as it now served neither the role of a sofa nor a bed; it was far too short to function effectively as a bed and not comfortable enough to sleep or sit on for a longer period of time. However, Line thought it would have to make do.

Emilie pushed Daven down. The bobcat found himself short enough to fit with his foot paw planted on the ground with his knees level, with his head almost touching the backrest, his eyes looking up cutely as the lights within the room made them shimmer. Line, the only one to notice, heard her brother start to purr ever so gently.

“Just look at that thing, he could probably mate with a horse if he wanted,” Emilie teased, her white and black head sticking out from behind the doe.

She looked the grey bobcat up and down, his meat laying on his stomach twitching, precum rubbing itself into his fur, the mess on his chest growing by the second.

“I, I’m not so sure this is a good idea anymore,” the words came from Kristine herself, the deer getting cold hooves from staring down the imposing slab of meat before her.

She took a small step backwards, her retreat halted on the spot as Emilie pushed her forward with all of her might, the tall deer surprisingly heavy to push around.

“Would be rude to keep him waiting,” Emilie whispered for only Kristine to hear.

“He’s a gentle kitten, take control and do this at your own pace,” she further advised, the resistance from her doe friend dissipating, her tail wiggling cutely for only the husky to see.

Line reached out with a paw as she wanted to help her friend up onto the sofa bed, the deer accepting it with slight hesitation. Soon Kristine found herself atop the submissive little feline, neither one reaching out to touch the other as both were nervous wrecks.

To Kristine’s left was Line who was still dressed and to her right Emilie, the husky looking on with excitement, paws rubbing all over her own bodies, while Line looked over at the canine girl.

Seeing their unwillingness to act, the two best friends reached out with their paws. Emilie took hold of Daven’s erect member, the thing weighing heavily in her paws as she lifted it sky high, Line on the other side reached out for Kristine’s slit, the feline careful with her claws as she started fingering the doe’s excited womanhood.

“Do you think they need lube?” the husky wondered out loud, the precum on her paw and the meat before her creating a slick surface. Daven’s penile spines prevented her from creating a smooth up and down motion, the husky finding it easier to stroke a paw from tip to base and then repeat it with the other instead of going from base to tip.

“I don’t think so… Look, she’s practically drowning my paw,” Line giggled, showing off her paw which glistened with pussy juices, her fur soaked with the stuff.

“Okay… Do all felines have these?”

“Have what?”

“These spines,” Emilie pointed out by stroking her paw from base to tip, the things creating a weird scraping sensation against the pads on her paw. Not hurting like a needle would, but neither did it feel comfortable, the things sending danger signals to her brain, neck hair standing weirdly on end as it tried to process this new feeling.

She’d seen Daven naked many times before as they’d grown up together, but the husky had never thought to actually take a good look at him, so now she was left slightly confused as she’d thought it nonsensical to listen during feline biology class as her BFF was a bobcat.

“Don’t worry, they feel good… Or at least that’s what my mom has told me,” Line explained, her inexperience with boys showing.

Next to the two girls, Kristine and Daven remained frozen, watching the girls' actions as they tried to get used to the pleasure. Kristine’s wet folds made a lot of sloppy sounds as his big sister fingered the doe, claws scratching against her lips every now and then.

The act in turn sent strong signals up her spine.

“Lift yourself up a little, Kristine,” Emilie instructed, the doe sitting on top of Daven with her thighs surrounding his lower body. Her long legs lifted her up effortlessly, her athletic lower body engulfing Daven’s view.

“Nice and easy, here it comes.” Emilie angled the predator dick against the doe’s prey folds, the spiny prick somehow looking like a match when next to Kristine’s impressive curves.

“W-warm, and so thick!” Kristine called out, the head teasing her entrance as she tried to lower herself onto him, her heart beating heavily. “S-shit!” she clenched her teeth as she felt his head entering her virgin sex.

The pillar went in effortlessly until it bumped into her hymen. The bobcat below flinched, and as she looked down, Kristine saw fear in the feline's eyes. His breathing was uneven as he didn’t wish to hurt her in any way. The little feline found her safety more important than anything else

“Fuck it… AGH!!” Everyone's furry ears stood up at her outcry, the three individuals around watching her sex swallow half of his length, her virginity torn open by his oversized member.

A slow trickle of blood flowed down his shaft, with Daven leaning himself up to apologise. “Are… Are you okay,” he offered his support, the bobcat stretching himself up to place a comforting paw onto her soft cheek.

“I am… Now that you’re in me…”

“Aww, aren’t they just the cutest!” Girly cheering erupted on either side of the pair, Line and Emilie with a paw between their legs as they chatted over them, the canine in the midst of rubbing one out at the romance before her, while the feline female starred her BFF down seductively.

Not wanting to share the spotlight, Kristine forced her way further down, the bulge in her stomach growing longer as Daven entered Kristine’s love cave in earnest.

“T-tight!” Daven clenched his teeth, his fangs on full display before the doe.

Her instincts told her to run, yet she stayed, her heart unable to rip itself away from the male who’d gotten her heart to skip a beat or two that evening. Her overstretched deer sex burned, her body collapsing as she finally felt his penile spines scrape against her hot sex as she tried to retreat.

“NYYAH!” Kristine and Daved screamed in unison, their outcry making their ears ring, as her body made contact with the feline's crotch.

“No way, you took all of it?!” Emilie exclaimed, paw shooting out to feel Kristine’s stomach, as the thing bulged excessively from entrance and all the way to Daven’s dickhead. Feeling the heat within them grow, the two lovers tensed their muscles and started fucking.

The spectators retreated from their spots on the sofa bed, their presence lost on the rutting pair as the two maintained eye contact with one another: Kristine’s chestnut eyes urging the blue-eyed feline to go harder, his thighs raising themselves up to meet her halfway.

Daven pulled her closer, her head leaning over the back of the sofa as the predator closed the distance, his fangs biting into her neck to mark her.

Gasps of shocked confusion erupted from the brown and white furred female, her body twitching as his teeth marked her flesh and his dick shaped her pussy to fit him.

“Hey, Line… Do you think it’d be alright if I finished the game with one last truth or dare?” Emilie looked over at her clothed friend, the two predator girls baring their teeth in a cynical way as they looked about the room for ideas.

“Hey, Daven.” Emilie leaned over to where his head was, her voice at a whisper to keep Kristine out of the loop.

“W-what?”

“Truth or dare? Just one last time, we didn’t get to finish round nine after all,” Emilie argued, seeing the confusion on his pretty face.

“F-fine… Dare,” Daven called out, jaw clenching up as more and more moans slipped out of him, the attractive lad showing off what a bull like male he could be. He was not gonna answer a truth in the middle of rutting, so trusted Emilie in making a sexy dare.

“What are you,” Daven started, paws pulling on his nuts as he thrust away.

“AH!” Daven’s mouth bit into Kristine’s shoulder harder, the male keeping his voice down as he felt like he’d gotten punched in the gut, something latching itself onto both of his balls.

“I dare you to breed Kristine… Or, lose your nuts!”

Emilie lifted her arm, showcasing in each paw one of his dads devices. The text imprinted on them reading; Elastrator. He didn’t know what it meant, but from Brady’s fate knew that the empty device couldn’t mean anything good.

“One band on each of your balls, stud. simply too big for the device to correctly grasp.” Emilie laid the devices away and graced against his orbs with her paws, claws scratching his overstretched skin, the bobcat feeling his sack separated into two as bands held his nuts in place.

“I suggest you get going, brother, because the longer you hold back on that creampie, the more they’re going to wither away,” Line said, her focus mostly on Emilie as she warned her brother.

His sister’s threatening words made his heart skip, eyes shooting over to Brady before returning to the beautiful deer that was moaning in his lap.

“OH FUCK YES!!!” Kristine's head shot back, eyes pale as saliva ran down her pretty snout. Mouth agape and tongue out as her recently virgin sex was claimed. His body in a show of force lifted her up and down, his weak muscles working overtime on bringing him and his mate pleasure.

“Cumming, oh god I’m cumming!” Kristine’s high pitched voice called out, her slit squirting all over Daven’s crotch in the midst of the wild movements, marking the male with her arousal.

Her afterglow never came, the doe instead feeling three sets of paws on her hips, her body forced to continue against its own will as the predators around her took control.

Daven’s dickhead bumped against her quivering womb, the bobcat feeling his balls tense at the intimate contact, yet the feeling of climax died as soon as it had come, his balls fighting the bands, the elastic threats to his manhood holding him back.

“Come on, just a little more,” Daven begged, his warm balls growing colder and colder, as his cum factories slowly shut down. He could vaguely hear a click somewhere in the room, his ears growing wide when he saw Kristine’s bra come off before him.

“I’m gonna die, I’m gonna EEP!!!” Kristine’s pleading words got caught in her throat as she felt a sandpaper tongue grace against her nipples. He licked her left nipple once, and then again, his mouth enveloping the little thing before he sucked on it like a kitten.

“D-Daven… I’m gonna, oh god I’M!” She grabbed a nearby cushion and shoved her snout into it, her muffled scream of release accompanied by another wave of fluids coating the feline below, the mess reaching halfway up his chest, her scent making his cute little nose flare with excitement.

“Wait, a break please… I-I’m still sensitive,” Kristine muttered as she felt Daven go for round three, her heavy body spearing itself on his erection to try and stop him.

His pleading eyes looking into hers, the male on the point of hyperventilating as his balls were starting to hurt from the suffocation.

The previously shy and submissive male wasn’t there anymore behind his eyes, instead she was looking at an eager stud, the predator in him scaring and exciting her at the same time.

He started speeding up, his hip movement irregular as pain from his large orbs shot through his spine, yet there was hope as he felt his climax approaching more heavily this time, his penile spines balancing out the pain with pleasure.

Line and Emilie went at it as the bobcat girl finally decided to undress, the pair fingering each other as their claws scratched the opposite girl's skin, small marks left beneath their messy fur.

“What a stud, not even the bands can stop him,” Emilie spoke out of the breath, her BFF’s brother fighting through the pain, his balls damaging the bands as she could see cracks in the rubber.

Line glanced over at the package with the bands in them, her mind wondering how old those they’d used on her brother were. She’d found them behind a shelf, the box with the metal devices in them having been empty when her and Emilie had opened it.

Seeing as his balls drew up more and more in the hopes of an orgasm, Emilie brought herself and Line onto their knees, Daven’s masculine musk edging her instinct on.

“Bon appetit,” Emilie spoke with glazed eyes, her mouth opening up to engulf one and then both of his magnificent baby makers, the taste of pure male erupting on her tongue, the canine within her starting to salivate at the delicious treat.

Line on her part rolled her eyes while holding back a gagging feeling in her throat. If it’d been any other male then she might have felt attraction or even lust, but she only felt disgust as she knew this was her little brother. Luckily being bisexual meant another option was available for her.

The sensation of Emilie’s hot mouth on his nuts made Daven suck the doe’s nipples harder, the female above half conscious as her body was forced through countless waves of immense pleasure, none of the furs around coming to her aid.

“So musky… So virile!” Emilie muttered, the testicles popping in and out of her mouth as she licked up all of the bobcat’s salty sweat, the male scent driving her instincts wild as her legs were growing wetter and wetter from her own excitement.

For a moment she wondered if Daven would ever be up for putting a littler, the thought of such a stud claiming her a new dream of hers now that her former crush had been sterilised… ‘I have to ask Line for permission one day,’ the husky mentally noted.

Line looked over at her cock drunk friend… And then down between those thick canine legs.

“EEP!!!” exclaimed the husky, a sudden sensation of getting fingered ripping her away from the masculine beast. She looked over and saw a smug smirk on her best friend's face. Looking down, she found the feline's hand firmly placed between her own thick thighs.

The canine girl looked back at the jocks, the pair still knocked out from what she could see, with a challenging look she shoved her own hand in between the bobcat girl’s smaller thighs, the two friends in a sudden masturbation match, Line’s fangs biting into the husky’s inviting neck.

“I-I’m getting close,” Daven announced, the pred girls looking each other deeply in the eyes before Line stopped biting Emilie’s neck and Emilie released Daven’s balls from her maw.

Each edged a claw beneath one of the bands on his testicles, while their other hand fingered and rubbed the other girl's pussy and swollen clit.

“I’m… I-I’m not on the—” Kristine tried to explain that today wasn't a safe day but was cut off as she felt Daven sink his teeth into her flesh, his sharp fangs likely marking her for life from what she could feel, her brown fur growing red in tone around where the feline's head was.

“NGH… GAH!” Daven screamed, his mouth dislodging itself from the doe’s marked shoulder.

Down below the two girls tore their claws through the frail rubber bands, the old and likely expired rings breaking under their touch, the renewed freedom sending the shy bobcat’s nuts sky high as they tensed up against his crotch.

“MMNH!” Kristine bit into the top of the couch, the doe silencing an earth-rocking orgasm that ripped through her sore body as she felt her mate’s organ throb within her.

With one last powerful thrust, Daven lined himself up perfectly with her cervix. The doe’s body tensed up at the sensation, his penile spines scratching another orgasm out of her as she felt her lover's massive organ breed her fertile womb.

Behind the pair Line and Emilie kissed each other french style, the girls bodies shaking in a powerful orgasm as they rubbed each other's clits feverishly.

Daven’s vision went white as he felt his first spurt of seed exit his overspent organ, the feeling of having saved his nuts while breeding his mate almost enough to knock the small male out. Spurt after spurt of his thick seed covered the doe’s insides in white, his orgasm seemingly going on forever as he saw Kristine’s already bulging stomach start to swell.

“I… I love you,” Daven spoke softly into the deer girl's ear, his claws scratching her skin as the two basked in the afterglow of their session.

With her throat too sore to speak correctly, Kristine instead chose to lean closer to his adorable face, her long muzzle connecting with his much shorter one in a passionate kiss. In turn she felt him twitch once more inside her, his body embracing hers in a hug as the two newly made lovers started cuddling on the unorthodox bed.

“Do you think his bits will be fine?” Line whispered to Emilie from the floor, the two girls cuddling together cutely as they embraced each other's naked bodies.

“Of course, he didn’t even have them on for ten minutes after all… And those elastic bands were ancient. You saw how they cracked before we’d even broken them,” Emilie argued.

The husky was more worried about what would become of the doe now that she seemingly had been inseminated on a risky day, her stomach bulging for more than one reason.

“I’m more worried about the jocks… What should we do about them,” Emilie asked, her hand caressing the feline's rump, tail swaying in response to her touch.

Without missing a beat, Line stood up, and walked over to a nearby shelf. Her eyes scanned it to find a useful item to work with. She finally picked up a rather crude-looking tool and moved over to the sleeping jocks.

Line dislodged Tray from on top of the eunuch before placing him down onto a chair, his red rocket pointing sky-high with his knot still swollen to full size.

“W-what are you doing?” the confused husky asked.

“Making sure this bastard can never force himself onto another woman… Or male,” Line explained, the bobcat having secretly witnessed the jocks groping her friend much earlier, and with the jock having just raped his apparent friend… Well it seemed befitting to her.

“And how do you plan on doing that?” Emilie continued, not satisfied with Line’s answer.

“A specially made tool,” Line said, holding up the tool in her hand. “Made to crush the manhood of canines so that they can never get erect again,” she explained, the feline thinking back to the page her and Emilie had read upon opening the black book earlier.

She placed the tool under Tray’s massive knot, Line feeling the bone within to ensure that she didn’t cause a rather unfortunate accident she wouldn’t be able to explain.

Seeing what her friend was up to, Emilie voiced her opinion. “Are you sure it won’t be too cruel if we crush that as well? I mean, we’ve already made sure that he won’t sire kids?”

“Of course not. What’s a gay wether going to use it for? He’s better off only being able to ejaculate from his tailhole anyway.”

Emilie, unable to come up with a comeback, shrugged her shoulders, her friend tried to slam the tool shut, but her hand was stopped as Tray grabbed onto her wrist.

“N-no, please don’t…” He hadn’t heard her comments about him being a whether, but knew full well nonetheless what was going on. His buddy had already become a full on eunuch, and if the tools in here were any indication then Line was trying to make him into one as well.

“I’ll do anything, just don’t ruin me,” his voice was low and shaky, his body still intoxicated from the spirits he’d consumed throughout the evening, yet his dick twitched as he looked at the two naked and beautifully looking predator girls.

“My dear little jock, you did that yourself when you got a taste for horse seed.” She ran a finger up the underside of his dick, her digit gathering up some of the last virile seed the whether would ever produce, she looked him in the eyes and lifted the digit up to his black lips.

“Eat up, you horny Faggot,” she put extra preassure on the offensive word, Line wanting a bit of comeback for the jocks calling Daven something so vulgar earlier.

The aggressive and self-absorbed male that had been behind those yellow eyes hours earlier had now left, and in his stead was a weak and vulnerable whether ready to be broken.

He opened his warm mouth and let in Line’s finger, the taste of his own seed sending a jolt of lust through his body. His nuts would have drawn up against his body if they’d still been there, instead the two implants stayed in place, the whether remaining unaware of their presence.

Tears ran down his cheeks as he let go of Line’s wrist, the feline giving the hybrid a wicked smile as she once more put pressure on the tool, Tray reading the words; Good boy, from her silent lips.

The sound of his un-maling was heard by just them, as everyone else was sound asleep.

CRUNCH!

Tray’s waterworks went into overgear, his face fur growing soaked from all of the salty tears. His body reacted to his eunuch transformation with acceptance, as a slow stream of mostly sterile pre-cum excited his broken manhood.

“T-thank you,” Tray managed to whisper, before his body knocked him unconscious from all of the pain coursing through his body, a body that would never again know the touch of a female, a body that would now forever only be able to pleasure other and arguably more worthy males.

Silence once more filled the room as the two girls watched the organ of the neutered and un-maled wether slowly wither back into its cave, the seed spilling out growing clearer for each throb.

“So… What now?” Emilie’s voice was filled with uncertainty, as the evening had never been meant to end like this.

“Well… We won’t be able to move Kristine and Daven, so it would probably be best if we just let them sleep here until tomorrow,” Line started.

“We should get the jocks dressed and move them into the living room… Let’s call their family to come pick them up first thing in the morning,” Line added, thinking it would be best to get them far away from here before they came back to their senses.

"Don’t you think they’ll tell and seek revenge?"

“Not if we take a few pictures. It’s only fair, after all they were planning to rape us two all evening,” Line said, before picking her phone up from the floor to take a few pictures.

“R-really? How could you tell…” Emilie asked innocently, the husky feeling a little foolish for only now realising how eager the jocks had been in getting them all drunk.

“Easy enough, it became obvious when they started turning on Daven… My brother doesn’t deserve to have those jerks mess with him, he’s got enough problems as it is.”

And with that, they started cleaning up, the jocks finding themselves in quick succession placed in the living room, knocked out and with a drink in their paws.

“So… What about us, Line?”

“Oh, I’m sure you know. I'm not nearly done for tonight, and I'm sure you ain’t, either.” They gave each other a knowing look as their claws scratched each other's bodies seductively, before they quickly put a cover over the new couple, bid them goodnight, and then ran off towards Line’s bedroom while groping each other's butts and tits lovingly.

FIN