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"Are you planning on moving everything you own into this dorm?" Alistair half-joked with a growl-like laugh. The white wolf rolled his shoulders as he picked up another box from the back of the aged pickup.

Travis, his longtime friend, breathed out a snort and stomped a hoof nervously. "D'ya think it's too much?" The shire swung his head to look down at the boxes that were packed up and waiting still. They'd already moved the heavy stuff up and the rest of the boxes shouldn't weigh too much. Not that he was a great judge of that. Even dressed somewhat casually, muscles rippled and rolled under his top, stretching the flannel now and again, threatening to tear but never quite hitting that.

Alistair snorted, "I'm just ribbing you. Come on," he bumped his friend with his shoulder, "just don't leave all the heavy shit to me." The wolf started to pick something up, stalled, and glanced. "Don't look now," his voice dropped, "there's a doe on your eight. She is eye fucking you something fierce there. Quick, pop a few buttons and show off that manly muscle!" He reached for Travis' shirt as if to undo a few buttons. “Much as everyone loves a little implants and work, you’re all naturally homegrown. That’ll get a lot of attention.”

Travis jolted, ears swinging forward at the quick motion. It took a beat before he breathed out a sigh and shook his head with a snort, "Gonna get me in trouble." He played with his shirt, “Never could get into that... implant business.”

There was that wolfish grin he knew too well, "So much trouble. But what else is new?" The pair of them had been friends for a long time. While they didn't exactly grow up together, Alistair's family had a vacation home near Travis' family farm. Their folks had always gotten along, and the two of them were buddies from the time they could walk. Travis, always willing to wander the woods or go fishing with him. Alistair, always willing to help out with a chore if it meant his buddy could get to play sooner. Sure, they came from different worlds, in more ways than one; but that didn't change things.

Well, it changed a few things. Though usually for the better.

Travis trod up into the dorms and gave a look around. Ears perking and flicking before he set the box down on the pile on his side of the living room. "Are all dorms like this?" he muttered to himself.

"Nah," Alistair's ears twitched as he added to the pile. "We've got one of the good ones." He flashed another one of those toothy grins. Travis gave him a sharp look, that prey instinct always drawing him to the teeth. He was used enough to Alistair that the fangs didn't warrant more than a glance.

Which was one of the biggest differences between the two. Predator and prey. Age old clash, right up there with the have and have nots. Didn't matter what modern predators did, or how they had safe meat alternatives, there was still something baked into the genetic memory. That wariness of claws and teeth. Some had taken advantage of it in the past. Still took advantage of it in the present. Not him, nah, he did all he could to help out his bud and others like him.

"Thanks for..." Travis trailed off for a second and waved his hand, "all this."

Alistair waved his friend off, "It's all good. It's like I've been telling you for weeks now."

Travis snorted and folded his ears back, "Yeah, I know, but still." He dropped onto the couch with his usual lack of concern. Wood popped, but held under the stallion’s bulk. His voice dropped to a near whisper, "Your folks are paying for this. For me. Don't feel right sometimes."

A sigh, then Alistair dropped down beside his bud and threw an arm around him. "It's like I've always said. You're one of the family pretty much. Brother from another mother and all that. Hell," the wolf leaned in a bit closer, "We'd been warning you for years about this." He dropped into a playful imitation of Travis' drawl, "Told ya we'd get you right educated." He grabbed the stallion's shoulder and gave him a gentle shake and a wide grin, "Come on, let's get the rest of your stuff in here. Then you can repay me with a couple rounds of Zombies."

Now that made the shire's ears perk, "Oh you got the new one?"

Alistair waved his hand, "Nah, that one is garbo. Got the classic."

Both ears shot up, "Neon Tiger?!"

The wolf grinned and gave his bud the finger guns. "None other."

They managed to get Travis' stuff taken up to the room, order food, and then a round of Zombies started before he got a ping on his implants. “Oh we’re about to have a guest,” was all the warning he gave Travis. "Come in!" over his shoulder, "door's unlocked."'

Door popped open and a ewe walked in, "Hey, babe!" Sarah announced herself, making it a full bound into the room before she paused, "Oh, new guy." She bleated quietly and looked over the stallion. Both guys had changed into something more comfortable. Just tee and shorts, kicked back as comfortably as they could be on the couch. Food within reach, controllers in hand, and undead being blasted on the screen.

Alistair leaned back enough to make a kissy noise at her, "Yeah, I told you he was moving in. It's Travis, my best bro." He waved a hand between the two of them, "Travis, Sarah. Trav, she's the one I told you about, met her a couple months back at one of the mixers." A pre-admission, before the year started party. Students getting to know who would be in their dorms. Travis hadn't been able to make it to the event, but Alistair had told him all about it.

Sarah flashed a smile, but still looked at Travis a little strangely as she rounded the couch and slid in beside Alistair. She was dressed about the same as the pair of them. Leggings that hugged onto every curve of her toned legs, tucked around her backside, and a hoodie that was clearly a size or two too large for her. The ewe let out a little noise as she leaned in and nuzzled the wolf's neck. "Thought it'd be another week before he got here."

Travis' nostrils flared, oh he could smell how randy she was. Pretty sure he could spot a bit of wetness between her thighs too. Those leggings were damn near painted on as it were. If he was smelling it, Alistair had to notice.

It wasn't until the round ended that the wolf responded. Large hand coming down onto her backside and gripping. "Nah, I told you he'd be here this week. You said you were excited to meet him." There was something in the way Alistair emphasized that word, paired with a hard squeeze of her backside that made Travis' ears shoot up. The ewe gasped and swatted at his chest playfully. She started to protest, but the wolf turned and gave her lips a kiss, then a gentle bite. His voice dropped as his teeth nipped at her ear. "Give me a few hours. Just a few games with my bro, then we can head to bed. Been months since we got to hang out."

Sarah gasped, pushing into the hand and ear, pouted, but muttered a little, "Okay," before standing up. "Not my thing," she waved at the screen, "gonna do a lap of the floor. Get a little exercise in and I'll be back. Nice to meet you, Mavis."

Travis started to say, "It's Travis," but she was out the door with that bounding gait of hers. "What was that all about?"

Alistair leaned back to grab the door and swing it shut. "She's kinda got a thing for predators," he answered once the door was closed. "Wild as fuck in the bed, but..." he made a motion by his head, "little ditsy. You know how sheep can be." Travis knew all too well. There had been plenty of ewes and rams back home. While the horse didn't have much for the rams, he had been with a few ewes. He and Alistair had gotten with some sisters back when, oh that had been a fun month. "She also likes playing with the Swap."

Ears perked in a way that he knew meant Travis had a question. "New thing from the company." Company being SYN-Thetics, the company run by Alistair's family, the Synthrope. He wiggled his head, "The Reciprocate, or something like that. Let's you and your partner... Exchange parts."

Travis motioned at the wolf's groin, "You mean?" He whistled and flicked his fingers away.

"Kinda. Takes a few hours to take effect, so it's gotta be planned out. I wear a bracelet and she wears the other half. It does," he wiggled his fingers, "nanotechnology babble and after a few hours, I've got her pussy and she's got my cock. At least something close enough to it." He flashed a grin, "Means you could fuck me and it wouldn't be gay, just dangerously bisexual. Maybe, technically straight."

Travis snorted, lips flapping as he grabbed part of his half of the pizza. "Nah, be too fucking weird. Pussy is pussy and pussy is great, but I don't know if I could do that and see your ugly mug howling like a bitch." He chomped down on the garlic and alfalfa pizza, "Bad enough seeing it when you're sharing stuff and we have one of our jerk off contests."

A snicker, "We should do some of those again. I've got some wild new stuff I think you'll like." He comped at some of his wings and perked his ears. "Another round?"

"So long as it ain't some of that real weird shit you somehow found." He let out a grunt, "Can't believe you found an actress that looked like my sister..." He picked up the controller and they started another round of zombies. Though his ear twitched after a couple seconds, "What's it like, you know," he made a motion and curled his lips and tongue to make a slick noise.

The wolf's eyes were focused on the screen, but he flashed a grin. "Oh it's pretty weird at first. Feels real good, can cum and then be ready for another right off. Lasts a bit longer too." He got a sidelong look at the stallion and grinned.

Travis snorted, "No, I ain't trading my bits to anyone."

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About a week after Travis moved in, both were settling into a routine. Uni during the day, afternoons spent either gaming or seeing what was about the area. Alistair was there with his bud more often or not. Showing the stallion the best places he'd found. Introducing him to a couple gals. There was a rather lovely Clydesdale mare that was giving Travis the eye. Which was great, Alistair loved that, especially since his buddy needed to get off. Especially since Alistair either spent the night with Sarah, or she was in his room a lot. Just a good thing that he and Travis had separate bedrooms. Could've been awkward if they didn't have the common area between them.

Alistair’s ears perked as he spotted his bud chatting with a kangaroo. Not someone Alistair knew. Then again, he was still getting used to things around here himself. Dude was big, jacked in that way a lot of roos were. Kinda bulky in the way of muscle. The wolf was ready to trot over and see what the conversation was about when he spotted trouble. Travis shook his head. Not in a, ‘No’ type of way, but in a ‘I’m getting annoyed’ kind of shake. Mane flopping about as his ears stood tall. Well, that wasn’t a good sign. So long as Travis didn’t…

CLACK!

A hoof clapped off the ground as the shire horse grunted something. Oh that really wasn’t a good sign. Even from here, he could practically hear the stallion’s muscles rippling with agitation. Whatever they were talking about was getting him all worked up. Travis was a big, calm guy most of the time. Which was the issue. Most of the time. Get him riled up enough and you got to see just how big and farm boy he could be. Dude was used to casually throwing bales of hay into a barn’s loft. Alistair had tried. It took him both hands and some effort to sling one near the loft. Travis casually hurled them into the loft.

“Hey, bud. What’s up!” he called out as he trotted over. Ready to either back Travis up, or get him to back down. Cause that’s how he rolled with his bro. “Was looking for ya, wanted to see if you wanted to grab lunch between classes.”

Travis’ ears twitched towards the wolf and his head turned just enough that Alistair knew he was in the stallion’s field of view. Even that was enough for some of the tension to leave the shire stallion’s shoulders. Which was a good sign. Though still kinda bad that Travis was that squared up with the roo. “Sounds good,” he grunted, “was just chatting with this fella here. He’s got some ideas he wanted to float past me.” Travis turned back towards the roo, “Can’t say I’m too interested in them. Though I appreciate ya talking with me, Callum.” He nodded and started to turn to Alistair.

Before he could make more than a half-step, the roo was on his feet and grabbing Travis’ shoulder. “Hang on, didn’t you hear a word I said?” His eyes darted to Alistair, “Or are you one of them preytors?”

Now that was a term that Alistair had started to hear pop up online. Something in the same circles as prey replacement theory and the like. Alistair didn’t keep up with all that, but he’d heard enough here and there. Though he knew that Travis had heard more about it. And judging from the way the stallion went full dragon with a snort told him all he needed to know.

“Whoa whoa!” Alistair stepped forward, “Easy now. Hey, it’s clear my bud is a little worked up. So why don’t we drop this for now and revisit later. Callum, was it?” He put on his most easy of smiles, “Alistair. Nice to meet you.”

The roo’s ears shot up and he squared up on Alistair. “Yeah. Whatever.” He looked past the wolf towards Travis, “If you get tired of being told to whoa like some… barnyard animal, come chat with me.” He sneered a bit, “Bud.” Before giving Alistair a shoulder check hard enough to knock him back into Travis. Large feet thumping on the ground as he stalked off.

Alistair snorted, “What was that about?” he grumbled low in his throat.

Travis snorted, breath blasting Alistair’s head. “He’s one of those jackasses. Thinks that prey are better than predators, that it’s time we rise up and,” he shook his head, “just loads of internet bullshit. Not the good kind either with cute kittens and funny otters either. Just some of that,” he made a loose jerking off motion, “Oh preds always run from fights they don’t think they can win, but a prey will stand its ground.” He tossed his head with a grunt. Mane flying as he gave the most dramatic eye roll possible. “That sort of shit.”

Ears perked, “What, was he trying to get you involved in it?” He chuckled and shook his head, “Can only imagine how that went.” Broad shoulders rolled in a shrug and the stallion snorted. Alistair could see his stormy mood brewing, “Hey, how about lunch?” He gave his buddy’s shoulder a bump, “Think I saw a certain somemare heading to the Quad.”

That made Travis perk right up. Nothing could lighten a stallion’s mood faster than a bit of sexual attraction. Alistair threw his arm around his buddy and began to chat. Casting a glance over his shoulder he noted where Callum was going. He spied the roo giving him a look from just down the path. Pulling a really nasty face as he watched the pair of them walking away. Might have to have a talk with him. Doesn’t look like the type that’ll give up. Alistair sighed to himself, Though I’ve handled worse. There was that bull back near Travis. Nasty work. Won him over with some chatter and oatmeal pies. Wonder what I could try and bribe Callum with, show him that I’m not that bad of a guy.

“So, what’s up with you and that Sarah. She seems a bit…” Travis rolled his head as he tried to think of a polite way to say it.

Alistair’s attention shifted back to his buddy with a chuckle, “Psyche Student 101. Least that’s what I’ve heard them call it. Take a couple classes that open your eyes, and suddenly seeing that stuff everywhere. It’s like when you talk about a new car, and suddenly seeing it all over.”

Ears stood up as Travis nodded, “Baader-Meinhof.” That made Alistair give him a look. “What? I’ve been doing reading.”

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“So, you wanted to meet me here to…” Alistair looked around at the closed up gym. It was late at night, so no one was here. The building was kept open, so to say. The lights were cut off and the doors all needed a student ID to get in. Plus he’d let Travis know where he was going. Kinda. Told his buddy that he was going for a jog, maybe work the heavy bag some. Not an entire lie. He liked to box and sometimes a jog then punching something got him to relax. Not that his bud would care about his privacy too much. He’d all but run into Rose on his way out. The mare was wearing some very loose and very casual clothes. They’d probably be working on breaking something before too long. Hopefully not a condom.

Callum’s ears swung around as he flashed a grin at Alistair. “Figured we could do a little chatting, you and I. Do it the manly way too.” He was sitting on a small bench near the mat where people could spar and practice various martial arts or just do yoga or something. “You,” he pointed at Alistair as he wrapped his hand with practiced ease; “want me to leave that big fella alone. I,” he swapped to work on his other hand, “think you’re a fucker from a line of murderous cowards.”

Alistair rolled his eyes with a sigh and dropped his bag. “So what, you want to have a match? You and me? Beat the shit out of each other to figure something out?”

“Something like that.”

The wolf snorted, “Sounds like some anime, Alpha male thing, but whatever.” He moved to a bench and began to wrap his own hands. “Friendly match, wouldn’t mind working out a few rounds.” He looked up, “You know, I’ve got nothing against you. Just the whole pred and prey thing. Travis and I have been like brothers since he was a colt.”

Ears perked and switched, “So what? That’s supposed to change everything? That you’re out here being the white wolf, fancy boy. Rich kid that spends weekends and summers out in the country at his family estate? That your people’s problems could be washed away because you dared to befriend a hoss? That you’re folks are spending some of their billions to send one of us to school? That supposed to just,” he slapped his hands together in a dusting motion, “wash everything away and make it all good?” Callum laughed as he stood up and stripped his shirt off. The roo buck was jacked alright. Muscle rippling under the tan fur as he stretched and bounced on the balls of his feet to warm himself up. “Gonna take a lot more than that to change my mind. Bunch of apologist bullshit.”

Alistair felt his blood rising. A thrumming siren in his ears screeched as this roo spouted off all kinds of bullshit. So that’s why Travis was all riled up. I get it now. Though he’s trying to get me worked up. Breathe, calm, keep your focus.

He stood and pulled on some practice gloves. He had brought his gear just in case. Putting on a head guard and watching as Callum did the same. “Hear all that on some bro podcast, huh? They also tell you to eat raw grains, down their special supplements, and that the water is turning people gay or something like that? Listen,” he moved to square up. “I just want you to leave Travis alone. You’re getting him all worked up and he’s been stomping about. I don’t want to start trouble. Both here for an education and world experience, yeah?” He put on his best smile, “Little spar, we work out some stuff, then can go and get a beer. My treat.” He popped the mouth guard in.

Callum swung before his glove was even down. Training kicked in and Alistair dipped back. Rocking onto the balls of his feet to balance before bouncing back, “Cheap shot,” he muttered around the hard plastic of the guard.

The roo winked, “Da always said no such thing as a fair fight.” And fired off a quick one two that Alistair blocked and dipped. Responding with a quick swing that slammed into the roo’s side hard enough to stagger him. Callum blinked, but wasn’t caught too off guard. He’d seen the wolf shadow boxing and working the bag. He knew he could box, but hadn’t expected the power in that punch. Guess all that fluff hides something fierce. He cracked a little grin and bounced backwards.

Alistair and Callum squared up. Circling each other cautiously. Slow, careful padding. One would toss a jab, the other would block. Then they’d swap. Slower now. Testing each other’s defenses and responses. The wolf was a trained boxer, but Callum had an edge. He’d done a fair bit of street fighting, then MMA over the years. Nothing too professional, and plenty of it dirty. He was gonna stick to his fists for now. Keep testing and probing the wolf. Waiting for his chance.

For his part, Alistair was giving pretty good. He spotted a few weak points here and there. Callum had a fairly tight defense, but it was clear he relied on his size and strength to just bull through most of the time. The roo would swing wide and Alistair would be there with a good body blow or uppercut. Sneaking in a cross counter here and there. He could see the anger boiling in the kangaroo’s eyes. This isn’t a hunt, this is a boxing match. Just show him you’re a good sport. Keep letting him get in some now and then, but show him you’re not to be fucked with.

An opening. Callum stepped in and swung a bit wide. Alistair was there, fist landing right in the perfect spot for a liver blow. The roo stumbled and staggered, gasping with wide eyes. He rocked back onto his tail to brace himself. Huffing, panting as his eyes rolled in his head. Alistair bounced back and waited.

Callum growled to himself, That fucking bastard. Landed a shot and didn’t even go for the kill? Fucking coward dog.

It took him a moment to recover. Squaring back up with a curt nod at the wolf. They started back up with more careful blows and swings. Starting to pant now as they worked each other up. There was no timer. No ref. No one watching but the two of them. Seconds felt like hours as they traded blows. Callum swaying back now and then to get a bit of reach before swinging in wide.

Alistair danced in for another liver blow. Stepping close, swinging in nice and tight.

Except this time Callum was ready. As the wolf stepped in, he jumped back onto his tail. The powerful appendage slammed onto the ground and let him rock back. Both feet came up and he slammed a kick into the wolf’s gut. Slamming hard enough to make Alistair stagger and gasp for breath. Unlike the wolf, Callum didn’t stay back to let his opponent recover. He rocked forward and leapt into action. Catching Alistair as he began to fall forward. Strong arms wrapped around the wolf’s neck and wrenched up and back, savoring the sharp, surprised choke from the male.

“Shhh,” he grinned around the mouth guard, “sleep, Pup.” Callum locked his arms around Alistair’s neck and squeezed. “Sleep.” The kick had landed right in Alistair’s solar plexus, knocking the wind from him. With that strong choke hold, there wasn’t much he could do. He tried to slap and tap the arm. Signaling Callum to break or that he’d had enough. Lungs burned and his head swirled, dancing with unconsciousness. The edges of his vision turned red, then darkened. Weight bore him to the ground as he tried to pant and gasp. Nothing happening. Just the waiting dark.

Callum held onto Alistair for a beat longer. Loosening his grip just enough until he heard the wolf gasp and for air. Good, not faking it. He was out, but it wouldn’t be long. Seconds at most, any longer and it meant he’d gone too far.

He heaved the wolf bitch over to the bench and ripped his gloves off with his teeth. Callum reached into his bag and pulled out several homemade straps. Thick, sturdy Velcro cuffs and straps. These found their way onto Alistair’s wrists and ankles. Securing them under the bench and to the posts. He flashed a wide grin and tossed his helmet aside, “Phew, gave me quite the workout there,” he laughed and reached down to grab his own groin. “Got me to work up a sweat, eh?” Grinning, he began to prepare.

It took a moment or two before Alistair’s eyes fluttered. The wolf’s head rolling as he fought back to awareness. First thing he noticed was the cock in his face. Thick, heavy flesh pulsing as Callum stroked it slowly. He looked up and jerked, only noticing the straps and cuffs then. “Wh…” was as far as he got before a heavy hand came to the back of his head. Callum grabbed a handful of his scruff and pulled him forward, silencing his question with that thick cock. Plastic mouth guard helping to keep him from biting down as the heavy meat slipped over his tongue and into his long muzzle.

“There ya go, Pup. Let’s put that mouth to good use, yeah?” Callum half stood and leaned forward, starting to thrust his hips. “Can’t believe you fucking asked me to come here, spar, and then tie you up like this. What a naughty bitch you are.” He laughed, reaching over to clap Alistair’s ass with a heavy swat. “Didn’t know you had it in ya.” He all but cackled, thrusting into the waiting mouth. Alistair choked and gagged, tongue trying to fight. Wanting to push the cock out of his mouth, but he was pinned to the bench.

A low groaned, “Fuck yeah,” sounded from the buck as he pushed deeper. Stretching those lupine jaws wider, tip jabbing against Alistair’s throat. Then going deeper with each stroke. Pushing, teasing, plunging further until the wolf was gagging with each stroke. His body heaved and pulled at the straps. The Velcro grumbled, but held tight as his body heaved. Eyes narrowing, tears gathering at the corner of his eye. He felt anger, shame, more, trying to growl around the cock. The noises were cut off, rendered impotent by the hefty cock that plunged into his throat over and over.

“Goddamn, I could fuck this all night long.” Callum arched and panted. A grin forming on his mouth as he began to use his legs. Really slamming into the wolf’s mouth. His cock twitched, precum spilling into the waiting mouth. Adding to the wet, heavy gulps from the male under him. That sound made his nuts tighten and clench. “So fucking good, what a good bitch,” he panted and licked his lips. Pressing Alistair’s head down, pounding his cock up into that waiting mouth.

Much as he wanted to pump a load into that mouth, he knew where it actually belonged. Looking down at the wolf, he grinned and licked his lips slowly. Pulling back, he grabbed that muzzle and clamped it shut quickly. His other hand came down to grab his cock, smacking the saliva-slick length off the waiting muzzle. “Think we both know where you really want this.”

Keeping a hand on that muzzle, he pressed Alistair’s head down and stood up. A grin on his lips as he swung his body around. The wolf growled, jerked, and looked back at him. Alistair thrashed and snarled. The grumbling growl coming even through the clamped shut muzzle. “Goddamn, you’re really into this shit, ain’t ya?” Callum laughed as he grabbed Alistair’s tail and wrenched it up. Drawing a yelp from the wolf, “Want it real… ruff don’t you, Pup?”

Why the fuck is he talking like this? Alistair snarled and tried to pull. Wrists twisting one way then the other as he pulled at the bench. Between the shockingly strong ties and the roo pressing down on him, he couldn’t do much more than squirm. Watching as the male moved up behind him. That throbbing, pulsing cock glistening in the low gym light. There’s got to be someone watching. Campus security or someone. Someone needing a late night jog?

Pressure on his rear. Blunt tip nudging his pucker. Alistair strained, but Callum pressed him down against the bench. Pinned him there as that cock pushed on. Lubed by his own spit and the roo’s precum, it began to spread him. Callum wasn’t the first person he’d had back there. Exes with strapons, Sarah with his own cock, guys, gals, non-binary pals. Alistair had gotten around in his time. Yet there was something decidedly different, wrong, about this. He ground his teeth and whined. The noise building until.

“Ah…” the roo breathed out as his thick tip pressed into Alistair’s ass.

"Nnnghff!" Alistair tried to grunt out as the roo kept his head pinned to the bench. Steely fingers clamping his muzzle shut. Callum was thick, cock heavy and throbbing inside the wolf's backside. He was taking things slow at first. Working an inch in, drawing back, then giving another thrust. It was gentle, almost tender.

Not for too long.

After those testing pushes, Callum shifted. He swung one leg up and slammed it down onto Alistair’s back. The wolf's eyes went wide then crossed, pain shot up his spine as the breath was literally stomped out of him. "Can't believe you're into this shit." The words didn't quite register over the buzzing in Alistair’s ears. He felt Callum shift then hips slam forward. Slamming into his body with a grunted, "Fuck yeah!"

That ass-smacking slam was just the start of things. Callum quickly launched into a rapid, almost frantic series of thrusts. Pounding the bound wolf into the bench. Balls clapping off Alistair’s backside with increasing force and fervor. Each thrust ground his heel into the wolf's back, the odd angle of the stance changing how the cock hammered into his body.

Callum was large enough that Alistair couldn't help but feel that length hammering his prostate. The wolf groaned, grunted, and whined as the cock pounded into him. Ass starting to sting within seconds. Body aching as the barely lubed cock powered deep into his core. Hands clenched and nails bit into his palm. Low, agonized pants breaking from his muzzle with each impact. He could feel unbidden pleasures churning in his core. Building steadily. Knot twitched as he hovered right on the edge, balls starting to lift.

"Ah fuck!" Callum ripped his cock out and took a proud stance. One hand on his length, the other keeping the wolf pinned. It only took a couple strokes before the kangaroo buck reached his peak. Groaning like some beast over the wolf. Thick, hot cum painting Alistair's rear and back. "Ffuucck that's good," he panted, "always great to put one of you meat chompers into your place." He laughed again, thumping his cock off Alistair's backside.

Then he leaned in and whispered into the wolf's ear. "You want me to leave your Bud alone?" The way he emphasized Bud made Alistair growl and grumble. "That's fine. So long as I've got access to this," a heavy hand came down on the wolf's ass, ''He's safe from me. You try to report me for any of this though? Oh that video will come out." The roo grinned, "Big bad wolfie asking a prey to dominate and humiliate him? Imagine what it'll do to your rep, huh? Even if it all comes out, none of those fuckers will care. All they'll think about is you strapped down, what I'm saying, and see you squirm and whine like a bitch as I have my way with ya. So, think about that." Callum gave his ass another swat, "I'll be in touch."

Then he up and left. Laughing as he gathered his bag and shuffled off. “Dunno why you don’t want to finish, but hey. Your fantasy, Bro.” Stopping only to grab a camera. Which he wiggled at Alistair with a grin as he turned it off and packed it away.

---

It was only a few days later when Alistair got a text from Sarah, saying to meet her in her room. That would have been a delight after the last few days. Texts from Callum, hints of the video, stills, and worse. Callum had taken his little blackmail and turned it into more videos and images. Fakes, clearly, but good enough to pass a quick look. Alistair pinned between a trio of warthogs. Legs in air, wearing a skirt, with a buck going at him. Kneeling with a half-dozen guys jerking off on his face, all while he whined and begged for more. Just to name a few!

Every frame faked, but it didn’t matter. Callum knew it. Worse were those smirks when they saw each other. Callum had even hinted at having a 'recording' of Alistair asking for him to do this. Begging over and over. Thankfully, aside from a quick blowjob behind a cafe, Callum hadn’t physically touched him. Just that unrelenting psychological torture at all hours of the day and night.

What he could use right now was a bit of a safe space. Somewhere quiet, a warm body to hold, and some comfort.

Sarah had those in spades.

“Hey, Babe!” she bleated as she opened the door. Bouncing up to meet him in a quick kiss. “You sounded down on the phone, anything I can do to help?” As she bounced again, she made sure to press against him with that very specific tone to her voice. More than that was how she pushed against him. Breasts pillowing against his front through her over sized shirt. Telling him, rather pointedly, that she didn’t have a bra on. Judging from the way her scent puffed up the neck hole. That shirt was all she had on too. Her scent and energy were more than enough to brighten his day, and tighten his pants.

He started to open his mouth to say something, but she brought her fingers up and tapped his lips. "Shh, don't have to say anything. Let's get in and," she bit her lip and smiled at him, "unwind first." Her grip shifted to the front of his shirt and pulled him in.

Alistair grinned, "Well, I can forget a lot of troubles pretty quick..." A play growl rolled up his throat as he followed her. Her ears stood up at the noise, a hint of fear in her eyes, then a smile as her hands dropped to his pants. Starting to undo them even as they moved through the common area of her dorm and towards her bedroom. His ear twitched as he caught sight of her roommates. Before her hand found its way to his sheath and began to pump it. Not seeming to care that she was flashing her roomies, or that they could see his cock start to firm up. All before they vanished into her room.

A room that was about as unremarkable as they came. Closet in the corner. A dresser fought for space with her desk and a mini fridge. A full sized bed took most of the floor space. She had some posters and pictures hung up, some flashing across his implants as they changed from one to the next.

Sarah breathed out and pressed closer to him. "I love your scent," she moaned quietly. Fingers teasing his tip, dancing down his shaft, and then playing over his balls.

"Yours is driving me wild," he growled at her. Reaching down to gather her shirt up and peel it off. Sure enough, she was naked as the day was long. Front freshly shorn and smooth, peachy flesh on full display as she gasped at him. Breasts bouncing happily as she grinned and bit her lip.

Sarah wiggled her cute tail, "You bring it?" Ears perked before he nodded. "Good, I wanna try something extra spicy with it tonight."

Oh now that had his full attention. "Extra spicy?" he grumbled pleasantly.

She nodded, "_ Extra _."

Out came his phone. All it took was a glance to unlock it. The menu popped up in his field of view and followed as he put the phone down onto her desk. Happily starting to undress as he flicked through the apps. Up came the Reciprocate app and he turned it on. A glance at Sarah and she blinked, accepting the connection. Her smile widening as they both felt the connection. A little chime rang through his senses, followed by a request. Allow Dominance control? Which made him arch a brow and look at her. The ewe gave him such a cute look he couldn't help himself and hit yes.

A shiver raced through his loins. Crawling over his shaft, over his balls, then across his taint. Sarah gasped and shivered as the similar sensation happened in reverse. Trailing across her labia and up towards her belly. "Oh," she breathed, "always feels so weird. Offline mode?"

"Why offline?"

Her hands slipped up his front and ran over his chest, "Cause I want you all to myself tonight."

That meant things were going to get wild tonight. A look triggered the offline mode, then he reached back to turn his phone off. The app hesitated as it lost connection, but then went full local. Letting her have full command over it. "Oh there we go," she breathed and fluttered her ears. Hands running up and down his chest. Helping him strip down. "Now, just take it nice and easy."

She leaned in to kiss him again. He met her midway, tongue sliding over her lips. Sarah moaned and suckled on his tongue gently, leaning forward to press her thighs around his leg. Alistair shivered as he felt her pleasure trail up into his body. The bristling pick of his coarse fur sliding over her tender lips. Stage one, linking and sharing their pleasure. Stage two would be starting soon enough. Within an hour or two, the exchange would be done, and stage three would be ready. Meaning she'd have a wolf penis, and he'd have a ewe pussy. Until then, they'd be sharing the sensations.

Her hands swept up and took his arms, pressing them back, "I wanna get kinky." She bit her lips and smiled, "I got some cuffs and wanna tie up the big, bad wolf." Memory of the other night flashed through his head. Arms strapped, legs secured, having Callum pressing him down. Sarah's soft touch snapped him out of it. "If that's okay."

Her words were so sweet, tone soft as cotton. He forced himself to let out a breath and smile, "Yeah, it's okay. Just a little tense, Babe." She couldn't hurt him, wouldn't hurt him.

Sarah did another little hop and kissed his nose. "Okay, hands behind your back, you bad woofer!" He chuckled and did as she asked. Sarah all but danced around him, hoofs tick-tacking off the wood floor. From her desk, she pulled out a pair of leather cuffs and slipped them around his wrists. Buckling them up, "Too tight?" she asked, and he shook his head. "Good, kneel down." Curious, but eager to see where this was going, he sank down to his knees. Sarah dipped and secured his ankles together with more of the leather cuffs. Hooking a small clip between the two pairs.

With him kneeling, she walked in front and rubbed his nose. Making him lift his head and press his chin to her belly. "Oh, Um... This is a little embarrassing..." she bit her lip and looked away. "Shouldn't even ask you about it. Know what, never mind."

This close, he could smell her excitement. That earthy, warm ewe scent tickling his nose, "What?"

"No, it's silly."

"No really, what is it?"

Sarah sighed and rubbed his ears, "Kelly was complaining a little about your howling when you finish, or when I tease you. She suggested a..." the sheep leaned forward and pulled a rather plain, black sleeve off her desk. A muzzle sized for him. "It'll make her really happy."

Kelly, a rather cute goat. One that Sarah had suggested may be interested in a little three-way fun later. That made him a bit more compliant to listen, "Alright, but if I snap my fingers," he wiggled and managed to click his thumb.

"Yes! Safe word! Got it. Thank you, woofer!" She planted a quick kiss and lick on his nose before holding the muzzle up. He sighed, cringed, do it for the three way, and leaned forward to slide his nose into the sleeve. Sarah grinned and leaned forward, burying his nose between her breasts as she secured the muzzle into place.

She stood and leaned over him. Burying his nose between her thighs. He heard a click from her desk, "Just turning my phone off too..." she wiggled her hips. Alistair huffing as he felt what she was. The cool nose gliding over her pussy lips. The nudge of her excited clit on his bound muzzle. "There!" Her voice dropped to a sultry tone, "Now for the show…"

Sarah climbed onto the bed and sat facing him. She bit her lip and leaned back heels coming up to rest on his shoulders. That lovely, pink pussy on full display for him. A soft moan sounded as she stretched and lay back. Out from under her pillows came a wand. He felt his breath catch in his throat as she turned it on. That low buzzing reached his ears and rang against his senses like a dinner bell. He could feel the low tremors start in his stomach as she slid the smooth head down her belly. Orgasms: Synchronized popped across his vision before she brought the wand further down.

His gut clenched in pleasure as the wand danced over her loins. As Sarah moaned in pleasure, he groaned as the app sent it through his implants. Oh he could feel it dancing across his flesh. Muscles he didn’t have clenched in response, quivered, and then leapt for joy as the toy slid up and down. Alistair’s nostrils flared as he took a deep breath. Her scent hitting him hard, making his already swollen cock twitch. He was getting harder by the second as her pleasure fed through him. Triggering all the right parts. His body, his cock, didn’t care that it wasn’t anywhere near her yet. It was being fed all the right signals to go, ‘Yes, more of this, I can feel it building!’ Which only worked wonders with her cute little moans and gasps. The way her hips lifted, grinding towards his face then pulling away. Teasing him. Clearly planning to work him up to a finish. Maybe slide down over his cock right as she’s about to peak, that way they could…

A hand clapped the back of his head, “Move aside there, Pup.”

Callum smirked down at Alistair as he stepped forward. Sarah all but throwing the wand away with a giggled, “He is cute isn’t he?” as her legs slid against the roo’s arms. “So eager and obedient too.”

“Not have as cute as you’re gonna be under me,” the roo leaned forward and gave Sarah the most aggressive French kiss Alistair had ever heard. His thick tail swung up as he stepped in front of the wolf, all but shoving his ass right into Alistair’s face. The wolf caught the scent of a rubber an instant before he saw it. The covered cock nudged Sarah’s pussy. Which meant the sensation crept up his body as well. That nudge of a blunt, covered length against lips that weren’t there.

All this happened in a couple seconds. Leaving the wolf stunned, surprised, then feeling the roo’s cock as it stretched the ewe. Her moan muffled by the tongue crammed down her throat. He jerked, tried to stand up, only to be reminded immediately how he was bound and tied. Thumb pressed to finger and he nearly snapped before realization hit.

She set me up. That wooly bitch!

Thick roo tail swung up as Callum drew back. Balls bouncing off Alistair’s face, grinding over his muzzle, then slipped off as he slammed back into Sarah.

Alistair's gut tightened as the device and app shared Sarah's pleasure with him. That feeling of being full, having the roo stretch his body. He could get hints of the impact as it rippled through her loins, paired with the sound of the kangaroo buck as his body crashed off hers. Callum shifted, "Yeah, you like that, bitch?" A hand came up and hooked his thumbs into Sarah's mouth, "Like me fucking you in front of that wolf cunt?" The ewe was all but drooling on his finger. Incoherent, bleating pants bursting from her with each thrust. "Feels good, doesn't it? Big thick prey cock. Much better than that pup pecker he's got, huh?" Louder calls from the ewe. Her hips lifting against him, thighs pressed to his chest. Alistair felt her insides clench, shuddering, could hear the sound of the cock pounding her soaked slit.

His body responded as one would expect. As the sexual pleasure coursed through the link between him and Sarah, his cock began to throb and twitch. Knot swelling at his sheath, pointed tip twitching, lifting. Alistair's gut tightened as he felt her peak building. His body responded in kind, tricked by technology. Precum began to spurt onto the floor as he looked away. That wouldn't stop the scent, the sound, or the sensation. The shuddering, quivering joy of ewe pussy around buck rod.

She arched with a call that shuddered out, body heaving under Callum. Alistair's world went white as the feminine pleasure coursed through him. Keenly aware of how his sheath tightened around his knot. Squeezing it as he peaked in tandem with her. Hips jerking unbidden as Callum slammed that slot a few more times before driving in with a snarling, grunting noise.

Alistair felt it. The twitching inside of her body. Could smell the roo's finish, was hit by the flagging tail as the buck lay his claim to the ewe. Heard their giggling, the pants, and low joking with each other.

"Alright," Callum breathed after a second. "Gonna get him out of here. Know where to go?" He pulled back, cock hanging low, starting to soften. That condom filled to the brim with his spunk.

Sarah nodded, "Y-yeah, you sure about this?"

Callum calmly pulled the condom off, "Yeah, you want to put this pred bastard in his place, right?"

A bleated, "Yeah, can't believe all the stuff they used to do to us. You know in my Scocio-Psychology 101 class they said…"

A quick kiss and bit of tongue silenced her. "Tell me all about it once we knock this bastard down a few pegs, eh?" Callum chuckled and she giggled. The roo turned and smirked, "Well, bet this was a right surprise, eh? Though not as big of one as that." He dragged a toe through the mess Alistair made, "Cunt came from watching us, ha! Real man get you that worked up?" He casually dropped the loaded condom onto Alistair's head, letting it drool as it began to spill. "Don't worry, we've got something planned for you." Before he fitted a bag over Alistair's head. The wolf thrashed, snarled, but the roo quickly wrapped arms around Alistair’s neck and held him. The wolf trashed harder, began to pant, but the buck knew just how to hold him. In a second, that darkness returned and Alistair felt himself going limp.

"He's okay, isn't he?" was that a hint of worry in her voice? "How are you going to get him out of here?"

A snorted, "Yeah, he'll be woozy, but fine. Open your window, yeah? Not the first time I'd done this." Callum grunted as he rolled Alistair in a blanket, the wolf dazed, wobbly, and certainly dead weight. "Used to help my Da with..." a dark chuckle, "Well, never mind that. Catch!" Alistair unceremoniously tumbled from the second floor window and got caught. "He starts to squirm, rough him up a bit."

What are they going to do to me? Worry raced up and down his spine as the two carried him, bundled up, around the campus. Maybe if he could make enough noise... The second he began to squirm, whoever had him by the feet called for a quick stop, drove a brick-like fist into his gut with a, "Knock it off. Do it again, it's your balls," before they started again. Okay, that won't work. Alistair wheezed and coughed, gut aching from the impact. Maybe he could make his break when they got to... Wherever they were going.

It was a few minutes of carrying, bumping, and nearly dropping Alistair. The two had to stop now and then, avoiding campus police or other students maybe. Alistair was tempted to make a noise, but he remembered that punch and thought better of it.

Soon enough they were inside somewhere. Alistair’s ears twitched, picking up the sound of a few people muttering and mumbling. Silence as they entered. A cheered, "Fresh meat!" rose into a steady chant as the two carried him into the room.

Callum laughed, "Took ya bastards long enough. Alright lads, gonna set up a fuck box for this one. Give us some space!" A beat of silence then, "FUCK OFF!" before feet shuffled out of the room. Grumbling and muttering from the people in the area before silence again. "Over here, on the table."

His escorts slammed Alistair down onto a table and ripped the blankets off his body. Someone scurried under him, taking the leg cuffs and hooking them to something. A quick, "Pull!" and his legs were wrenched down and apart, leaving him spread open, arms still behind his back. He growled and started to tense his legs, but a quick jab to his side convinced him that fighting would be bad. The bag over his head lifted a little and someone hooked what felt like a collar around his neck. "Gonna be a good bitch, huh?" Callum chuckled again and swatted Alistair’s ass. A thick lead clicked to the collar and pulled tight, keeping Alistair stretched out on the table. "Alright, get the box ready." Someone was moving something before Callum whipped the bag off his head. He stood in front of the wolf and smirked, voice low, "Be a good pup and no one will know it's you. No teeth, no yelling, just keep up a good job."

A yowl drew focus. A tiger at a nearby table was fighting the people trying to strap her down. Someone pulled out a canister and sprayed her face. A sparkling, pink-purple mist blasted her face and made her stop. Alistair and Callum watched as she jerked, eyes rolled back, and she fell limp, dazed, against the table. They had Dozydo, of course they did. Combination of tranquilizer and aphrodisiac. Very illegal since it kind of only had one purpose. "Try fighting and we'll doze you too." He pulled the muzzle off and leaned back. Alistair cast a quick look about the room before someone else lowered a cut up cardboard box over him.

They were in a hall of some sort. Maybe a frat house? Could either be some sort of great room, or a side room at an event space. It was large, tables and chairs scattered about the place, rough beds in place as well. Enough room to move around, but certainly crowded. He caught sight of other tables with people bent over them as well. Each with boxes, arms and legs strapped down, obscuring who was there. Then darkness. Light just barely coming through the rough cutout in front of his muzzle, and the one around his waist.

"All good, you ready, Babe?" Callum's voice was muted, muffled, but recognizable.

A blasted, "So ready..." before the words Connection Reestablished. Dominance mode: Engaged. Video link coming up... Connected.

In the corner of Alistair’s vision, a camera feed popped up. Sarah was leaning forward, adjusting a camera, her brown eye huge in the lens. "Think it's all set up."

"Who first?" Callum smirked, leaning with an arm on Alistair’s box.

"Um... Him." Sarah pointed off screen and a ram smirked, walking up. Heavy balls swaying with each step as he stepped in front of the box. Alistair just made out the shadow passing in front of the box before. Thud. A heavy cock thumped off the tabletop then nudged into the hole, bouncing off his muzzle. Callum looked right at the camera and made a sucking motion with hand and tongue then pointed at the box. Alistair got the hint, wrinkled his nose, and opened his mouth just a little.

The ram felt tongue on his tip and immediately drove forward. "HRRGGGLK!" the wolf choked as the cock plunged right past his lips, over his tongue, and threatened to surge down his throat. Eyes watered and his body heaved as the ram rocked his hips with table-shaking thrusts. Grunting like some great beast as his cock hardened, lengthened, and began to push into the wolf's gullet.

Thankfully, it was only a moment. Just long enough to get the male hard before he pulled back with a grunted, "Good start," then advancing on Sarah. The ewe happily leaning forward, hands braced on the bedside as she wiggled her cotton tail. No sooner had the ram stepped away then a bull elephant took his place. Cock easily twice as thick as the ram’s length. Almost scraping the sides of the cardboard hole as it pushed in, bouncing off Alistair’s muzzle.

The wolf turned and tried to pull away. Only to hear a grumbled, "Ass or mouth, take your pick." That shook through him. The bull elephant seeming fine with either as his cock twitched. Taking his chances, Alistair opened his mouth and braced himself. Tongue cupping the cock as it pushed into his mouth and surged down his throat with a louder gagging noise.

At nearly the same moment, the ram hammered into Sarah. Alistair jolted, feeling the cock slam into the ewe. The feeling surging into him, triggering him to twitch and huff. Cheeks flapping around the cock that stretched his jaws. Drool began to run over lips and down onto the table as the elephant casually rocked his hips. Fucking the wolf's muzzle at a sedate pace while his sheep buddy fucked Sarah like she owed him money. All while the camera caught everything in full, crisp volumetric resolution and projected it right to him.

"Alright!" Callum clapped his hands, "Let's get the fucking party started!" He grinned and sauntered over to the door, opening it with a, "Get in here and get going!"

A cacophony as people flooded into the room. Alistair could see some moving around, mingling, chatting, drinking, and of course fucking. Some went to the others that were scattered around. Others paired off and found their way to chairs or beds. It wasn't too long before someone approached him from behind. A zebra that was stroking his cock and drizzling lube all over it. "This one's new," he grunted with a smirk.

"Yeah," the elephant pushed forward and pulled on the lead. Jerking Alistair down as that heavy, bull length drove right past his mouth and down his throat. Alistair's eyes watered as he felt the tip slid down his throat, choking, nearly gagging. All while the ram continued to pound Sarah, making the wolf's sac twitch as pleasure surged through him. "Don't break him just yet though, he's gotta get warmed up. Oi! I've got her next. Shoo." He weaved off an ibex who was eyeing up Sarah.

The ram grunted, "Got her... All... Warmed up!" He slammed into the ewe once more, drawing a pleasured bleat from her. Alistair could feel how his cock bucked and twitched. The thick, heavy warmth of ram cum filling her bare pussy. Inside his own body, he knew that his muscles were being changed, sculpted. Body altered to have a vagina. More than that, he could feel his own privates starting to retreat slowly. Balls shrinking, drawing up, knotted base not stretching his sheath as much. Though even the sheath was starting to retreat. Soon enough, his body would be changed enough to allow a guy access to his newly formed pussy lips.

The elephant grunted a, "Good," and pulled out of Alistair's mouth, leaving the wolf coughing and gagging. "Get yourself cleaned up with that one."

Sarah looked at the bull with a tinge of worry, "Are you sure about this, I mean you're kinda..." a hand drove her down to the bed and the bull casually lined up, then drove in. Seeming to enjoy the feel of cum squelching out around his cock. Sarah squealed and kicked, Alistair's eyes went cross as lights flashed behind his eyes. Pleasure and pain shot through his body. Only bolstered as the zebra began to push into him. Heavy, blunt cock stretching his tight ass with a grunted call.

Stunned as he was, it was pretty easy for the ram to come back around and shove into his mouth. Leaning over him as he casually began to chat with the zebra. The two of them slamming into the bound wolf, as if they were trying to crush him between their bodies. Within a few thrusts, Alistair's ass began to scream from the pounding from the stallion. His throat already ragged and rough from the bull. Now he had the ram trying to scrub his cock clean on Alistair's tongue.

He heard Sarah bleating, panting, then calling out. Felt her orgasm crash through her as the bull's massive cock hammered everything inside her. Alistair's thighs shook as his rear clenched and balls leapt. Joining the traitorous ewe in her pleasure as his seed spilled on the ground.

Eyes darted, but he was forced to watch on the screen as the elephants thick fingers probed into her mouth. Pulling Sarah back, her tongue pressing to his fingers as he casually curled them into her mouth. Holding it open as the ibex joined. Casually shoving his cock into that held open mouth. More pleasure shot through Alistair as the ewe pushed and drove herself between them. Now it was his pleasure, the sharp spikes from the pounding zebra hammering his prostate, that were feeding into her. She let out a muffled noise. A strangled bleat, but pushed on. Eager for more, ready to fuck all night if she could.

It had been nearly two hours of non-stop fucking. It didn't matter if it was him, or Sarah. At some point, the ewe had pushed guys off her to go get a drink. By the time she came back, she was sporting a rather hefty set of balls and a plump, lupine sheath. Which is about the time Callum had noticed Alistair's brand new pussy.

As for Alistair? He hadn't been given anything to drink other than cum, and beer. Beer, they'd shove a hose into the box and hopefully hit his mouth before pouring an entire can or bottle down it. Sometimes it was in his mouth, sometimes not. His fur was thick, sticky with cheap beer and thick cum. It was not pleasant at all. Between the beer and exhaustion from constant fucking, his head was swimming.

"Oh fuck yes," the roo grunted as he slammed into that virginal cunt. Alistair's back arch and he almost howled, but the pig in front of him just pushed his cock deeper. "Gimme that marker," Callum grunted and motioned at the marker. People had been writing and doodling on the boxes. Guessing at the species, who it was, labeling, and more. Alistair knew someone had written 'Cock cleaning station' above his muzzle. Now Callum wrote, 'Always wear condoms, save them.' above his rear. All while the roo slammed his bare cock deep into that waiting cunt.

Sarah giggled, "Think it's good now, just wait until I..." she breathed a panting gasp as Kelly went down on her. The eager goat moaning as she nuzzled into that sheath and slurped wetly. "There!"

A new line popped up in his vision. Estrus: Active. Begin womb construction? Yes/No.

Alistair felt a clench of dread in his core a split second. Watching the cursor flick back and forth before hitting Yes. Raw, pure arousal hit him like a hammer. The wolf whined around the cock, nails digging into his palm. "Oh fuck, YES!" Callum panted, sticking his tongue out with a rough cackle, "That's so much better. Let's breed this bitch!"

Tears gathered at the corners of his eyes. Alistair would have sobbed, but he'd been exhausted already. He could feel the program working. Feel the inevitable seed. Would it work? Could it work? In theory, yes, but he wasn't entirely sure. It had never come up when he was talking with his family or the techs. There were products they sold that could change genders fully, but...

A squeal and wrench back broke his thoughts. The pig stroked his cock, aiming at the hole. It only took a second before he panted and blew his wad over the waiting muzzle, catching Alistair in the nose and almost hitting his eye.

He couldn't think about that though. Every thrust from the roo was quickly overwhelming him. Thighs shook and toes curled as he whined. Rough fingers hooked around his thigh and teased his new clit, making his hips jerk up and back. Callum laughed roughly, panting, snarling. "Come on," he slapped Alistair's ass with enough force to make the wolf jump. "Cum for me, let me hear it, bitch!"

No matter how much Alistair wanted to deny him that, the pleasure was too much. Estrus was putting him into a heightened sense of pleasure. Not to mention the already aroused state he'd been in. Tally marks on the box tracked how many times he'd cum. Another set of marks tracked how many guys had filed his ass, stained his mouth, or just fucked his thighs. He couldn't think, it was too hazy already. His body clenched, shuddered, and toes curled as he whined out and curled up. Having his first feminine orgasm around Callum.

The roo doubled down on his thrusts, hammering the bound backside with a, "Faaaaaaaaa!" as if charging up before slamming in. Burying himself balls deep. Letting Alistair feel every. Last. Throb. As he pumped his cream so very deep into that flushed, twitching cunt. "Alright..." he panted with a grin, "Condoms only on this bitch! Anyone pump a load in him you're next under me!"

A mouse with a seriously massive set of balls grinned as he pulled a condom on, "Easy enough..." before all but climbing on Alistair. Planting feet on the wolf's bound legs as he clambered up, rubbed his covered tip against the mess, and...

"Aahhhnnm..." Travis smacked his lips noisily.

Camille looked up at him with a playful snort, "Not boring you, am I?" The mare tucked closer, dressed in some rather cozy flannels, ones that almost matched his.

"Naw, just long day with all the studying and whatnot." He let his hand trace along her back and soft curves. Like him, she was a farm girl, so he could feel the muscle under there. He already knew she gave as good as she got, and found that far more attractive than he'd ever imagined.

She snorted a laugh and leaned up, slipping at his cheek. "Yeah, not sure how some idjuts have time to party all night then still go to classes in the morning." Her ear twitched as her phone chimed. The leaned and glanced at it, "Speak of the devil..." followed by a sigh, "One of those fucking parties..." She caught the tilt of his ear, "Pred-Breakers let me just... Oh yeah, no implant." Camille turned to get her phone before showing him. Which prompted him to bury his nose between her breasts briefly, drawing a playful squeal from her.

She gave him a gentle swat and giggled before showing him. "Some weird drinking, kink, sex thing. I don't know, very not my thing."

Travis was used to seeing sex things. Hell, Camille had showed him a picture of her, legs spread, and pussy ready, as a hint to fuck her. Then there had been some back and forth on kinks and the like, with each of them getting pictures or video. So he wasn't too reluctant to look at the offered video.

Yep, that's an orgy. People fucking, moaning, grinding, drinking, and just carrying on. His eyes darted to a sheep that he recognized. Huh, wonder if Alistair knows his gal... Ears perked as he saw the ewe moving her hips as she fucked someone. Except she didn't have a strapon. His eyes darted around, spotting a few tables with people set up. Some heavily bound, others just laying there. Near the sheep, he spotted a too familiar white pelt and tail. A tail that was currently held up, legs strapped to a bar, and being fucked hard by a rather small mouse twink.

"Don't tell me you're into this."

He shook his head slowly, "Naw, but I do need to go take care of something. Where is this?"

It didn't take her more than a second to realize he wanted to break it up. She had a good guess why too. Rumors had been floating around that Callum, that prey power fucker, had a beef with Travis' roommate. She told him and snorted, "Don't go in there just to start shit."

He pulled on a jacket, "They don't start none, won't be none. If I ain't back in a half hour…"

"If you ain't back in twenty, I'm calling the cops. If I don't hear from you in thirty, me and Ruth are coming in." She tilted her head towards the aluminum bat she had by the couch. Fuck, Travis thought he was in love. He leaned in to kiss her, pocketed his phone, and took off.

Now, he wasn't the fastest steed out there. He was large and strong, not quick. Importantly, he knew how to use what speed he did have. As evidenced by when he damn near put his foot through the door to that party. Everyone froze at the _ BANG _ that shook the building. Travis all but filling the door as he ducked through the frame. Ah, what a sight to see. Certainly stunned most of the people. First to move was some elephant guy, stalking towards Travis with a, “Hey, the fuck are you doing?” as he reached out.

Travis was far from a trained fighter. He knew plenty about how people and animals moved though. He knew when someone was ready to fight; and when they were used to their size doing all the talking. He wasn’t a trained fighter himself, but he knew how to throw a punch.

Step. Plant foot. Swing hip into it. Push up and let the momentum travel up his back, into his shoulder, and explode out against the elephant’s jaw.

The big guy staggered, lights flickering in his eyes. Travis thundered forward and delivered the classic one two followup. Now that shut the lights off and the bull went down in a heap. Shire stallion squaring his shoulders and looking around as people called out in shock and alarm at the violence. Sarah leapt to get away, then cried out and twisted mid-air. Grabbing her groin as she twisted about. Serves her right, not thinking about a knot.

His amusement didn’t last as a ram charged at him, shoulders squared and head low. He was quick, but Travis grew up on a farm. He knew how to handle a ram. Side step, grab the horns, and then control where the head went. The fucker called out in annoyance as Travis twisted his head around, hooves scrabbling on the ground. His hands came up, expecting another of the thundering punches. Fully not knowing, or expecting, the stallion to fight dirty. A powerful hoof came up and slammed right between those legs. Catching those heavy, swinging balls with a heavy hoof.

The ram dropped harder than the elephant did. Travis put him out of his mind and turned, just in time to catch a kick from the roo. Callum growled, “Fucking pred sympathizer,” as he reared back. Travis took the hit again, grunting as he staggered. He locked eyes with the kangaroo. Lifted his arms, then flicked them quickly, as if reloading. All while giving the roo some next level evil eye. Callum was muscled, tough, trained. Travis was a brick of muscle, honed by a lifetime of farm work. He was also that much faster than expected. Callum had seen him taking on his friends, but Travis was taking his time a bit. Now he bolted in. The roo snorted in surprise and tried to hop back. Only to bounce his back into a pole.

He had a split second to think ‘Uh oh’ before fist slammed into his face. Callum rocked back from the blow, skull ringing off the metal pole. Lights flashed and his head rang as he cried out. Reeling forward just in time to catch another hammer blow from the stallion. Thuck, Whang, Thuck, Whang. Fist to face, head to metal, back to fist. Travis delivered several good punches before shoving the roo aside. Callum’s face already starting to swell.

Nostrils flared, he breathed out heavy snorts. Heart hammering as he looked around for Alistair. Eyes locking on Sarah with a, “You…” as he stalked towards her.

A sharp whistle made the stallion spin around, hands coming up. He looked around, not seeing anyone before… movement below. Travis snorted and looked down, seeing that twink of a mouse. He caught movement as the mouse swung his arm up, holding what looked like pepper spray. Travis reared back in surprise with another snort as the mouse sprayed. Something purple and sparkling blasted his face. He immediately felt woozy, head reeling as the strangely sweet smelling stuff blasted his nostrils. The stallion snorted, sneezed, shook his head, and was sprayed again. Knees wobbled, then gave out as he tumbled to his ass, then fully onto his back with a groan.

“Good job,” Callum burbled, holding his nose as he stood up. “Someone get me a fucking napkin or something! Fuck!” he turned his head and spat, blood and a couple teeth splatting on the ground. “Like being hit by a fucking sledgehammer. Fucking cunt!” he hopped, skidded, and kicked the prone Travis in his side. The shire grunted, eyes rolling, dazed, and fading towards near unconsciousness. “Got him with the Dozydo? Smart.”

“Yeah, I…” the mouse started, but Callum stopped him.

“You got him with the Dozy…” Eyes flicked down. Travis’ pants were starting to tent and lift. The stallion’s heavy cock dropping and firming up as the drugs quickly worked through his system. “I got a brilliant fucking idea! Sarah? SARAH!” He spun around, “Chad! Get up, get Gene up, and heft that fucker onto a bed. SARAH!”

“WHAT?!” the ewe gasped, still holding her aching groin.

Callum snorted out some blood and ran his fingers over his nose, “Think he bloody broke it… Is the Pup cooked?”

“What?” she asked, fully confused.

“He all ready down there?”

Sarah blinked and frowned, focusing on the app and its readout. Womb Status: Ready. “Yeah?”

Callum grinned, swollen face contorting as the bull and ram started dragging the stallion up onto one of the beds. “Brilliant. Get the cunt over here, on her back.” He waved somewhat towards Alistair and hopped off to get something.

Limping, the Ram grabbed Alistair as the mouse undid the straps. The wolf staggered, half-drunk and half-exhausted. He could barely stand, knees wobbling as that computer-induced estrus screamed through his body. It wasn't just like being a teen again. It was that, amplified and made worse. His body ached from the abuse, but was screaming for more. He whined low in his throat, then the noise dropped as he saw Travis, sprawled on a bed. That large elephant ripping the stallion’s pants open to free his shockingly large, equine pole.

Mottled flesh leapt free of torn flannel. Swinging upwards with dangerous speed before falling down onto the stallion with a meaty Thwack. Where it bounced off his belly and lifted up, pulsing with the drug-induced arousal.

"Alright," Callum bounded back over with the beer funnel and a red plastic cup, "get the bitch on his back." He grinned at the ram, "Pretzel him. Milk that stud."

Alistair didn't like the sound of it, but couldn't really fight as the large, muscled ram shoved him to the bed, grabbed his still-cuffed ankles, and forced his legs up. The wolf yelped as his hips began to scream and breath was driven from his lungs. A snort came from the ram, "Shut up, cunt. Lucky I don't fuck you raw where you lay." He shoved hard, tucking Alistair's ankles up behind his head. The wolf whined, biting his lip, as the ankle cuffs were locked together. Leaving his heels touching the back of his skull.

From his position, he had a front row seat as the elephant leaned forward and calmly stuffed Travis' cock into his mouth. Trunk coiling around the cock, stroking the balls, as his heavy tongue cradled the length. Low, deep slurping paired with throaty rumbles as the bull casually bobbed his great head up and down over the pulsing length.

Alistair hadn't ever used Dozydo before, but he knew people that had. If they could remember, and not everyone did, it put them into a dream-like state of supremely heightened arousal. Great for if you wanted to take advantage of someone. Not so much if you wanted to have one of the, apparently mind-blowing, orgasms and remember it.

Callum looked from the elephant to the horse and back with a, "Damn, bet you've been wanting do that all week." He did a bro laugh and elbowed his buddy. The bull just grunted and bobbed his head faster, a deep, cock-stretching slurp sounding from his curled lips. The roo reached down and gave Alistair's pussy a slap. "Now, let's do you."

Two fingers spread him open, revealing the wolf's flushed, swollen cunt. The roo whistled at him before lining up the funnel's tube. "Doctor Callum, at your cervix, hehehe." Callum stuck his tongue out and fed the rubber tube into Alistair's body. The wolf jumped, but the ram was there. Hand around his muzzle, pulling the wolf's head to his lap. They held the wolf down as the tube went deeper and deeper, finally bottoming out. Then Callum began to massage Alistair's clit quickly, making the wolf whine and squirm harder. Pushing into the hand, trying to squirm away as pleasure rolled and built in his core.

Schllllorpop!"Alright, he's about to blow." The bull muttered, stroking the cock as it flexed and twitched. Equine tip flared wide, precum drooling as the balls heaved and twitched.

Callum grinned wider and held the cup off to the bull. It took a second for it to register before the elephant shared in his laughter. Angling the cock towards the cup, he gave the stallion a few good pumped, then... "Thar she blows!" as Travis arched and let out a shuddering whinny. Body heaving and pressing up as he came with a force that surprised everyone.

"Holy shit!"

"God DAMN!"

"Mother fucker! Look at that bastard go!"

Thick, heavy Shire stallion cum poured into the cup shot after shot. Some missing and pouring down the bulls hand and arm. Which he gladly lapped up like he would the foam from an overflowing beer. "Fucker must have been really blue-balled." No, Alistair found himself thinking, he's just always like that.

Alistair watched as Callum lay claim to the cup. That bull gladly going back down on the stallion with another lewd slurp. Bobbing his head over that still-throbbing manhood. Callum ignored his buddy and swirled the plastic cup with a flourish. "Fine vintage. Gonna be great for a bitch like you." Callum grinned as he lifted the funnel, "Since he loves you so much, why don't we let him show it?"

Then he began to pour it right down the funnel. Alistair thrashed, heaved, but was pinned and held down. Watching as the thick, hot cum oozed and ran down the funnel. Dripped it's way through the tube, and began to drain into him.

Semen detected. Analyzing.

Osphranter Rufus. Red Kangaroo

Sperm Count: Est: 200 million per ml

Equus Ferus Caballus. Shire stallion.

Sperm count: Est: 325 million per ml. _ High score. _

Virility confirmed.

Release Ovum? Yes/No.

Alistair's eyes widened as he watched the cursor bounce between the choices. I'm going to be knocked up via beer funnel... Can I be knocked up? Fuck, I don't want to find out this way. Callum was cackling above him. Steadily pouring the cup into his body, tapping it against the rim of the funnel. Behind him, the wolf caught sight of a large shape. Equine, nostrils flared, rage in her eyes as she lifted something metallic. A low snort, a scuff of a hoof as she drew back.

Yes.

Confirm? Type Yes.

Yes.

Multiple Donors Detected. Release multiple Ovum?

Yes.

Ovum released. Womb and body state locked until Pregnancy Confirm/Deny.

Check 1 of 5 begin.

Then a timer that began to count down.

72:00:00

71:59:59

71:59:58

THOKK!