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"I let you talk me into everything, don't I?" Grant asked, a playful grin on his face.

Perry returned the look, the wolf and hyena entering through the wooden gate into the backyard. It was the early afternoon, a bright and warm day with nary a cloud in the sky, exactly the kind of "summer weather" shindigs were made for. The gathering was well underway by the time the two arrived, almost thirty beasts spread around the spacious in-ground pool and tiki bar. Everyone was talking, drinking, and laughing, relaxing in the water or lounging upon deck chairs in the grass. It was hard to find someone who didn't have a drink in hand, but of course, the bartender kept dry.

"Hey, glad to see you two made it!" the male lynx called, waving them over to the bamboo establishment. "I got plenty of good beverages here, so what are you having? And don't tell me no, because I want everybody to get a good buzz today--oh yeah, you took tomorrow off just to nurse any hangovers, right?"

"What do you take us for, amateurs?" Grant joked. "Gimme a beer, anything'll do."

"I'll take a Captain and Coke, thanks," Perry added. "And good to see you again, Frank."

The feline nodded as he got to work, quickly whipping producing both refreshments and handing them over. Grant, thirsty from abstaining until they arrived, drank an entire third of the can before he knew it, a small belch issuing from his very gut. Conversely, Perry only took a single mouthful of his cup, not so needy.

"You two are total opposites, I swear," Frank chuckled. "You even dress in contrast to each other."

Grant blinked, and then glanced down at what his boyfriend was wearing. While the wolf had on a pair of snug board shorts, the spotted male was showing far more pelt, clad in only a swim brief. It was a custom design he'd ordered online, a baby blue number that closely cupped his crotch and had a seam up the back, allowing the seat to sink in and hug his cheeks. The effect left half the hyena's ass exposed, and another quick glance around told Grant that a few of the others had also noticed and were giving his partner more than merely approving looks. Even though just about everyone was wearing box-cuts and curve-hugging briefs, the hyena was easily stealing the show.

"We got some hot food over on the grill," Frank informed them, breaking Grant's train of thought, a welcome distraction. "Darius is a total roast-master, I swear."

As if knowing his name had been uttered, the jackal helming the barbeque station looked up and waved to the three.

"Yeah, I'll need something to soak up all this hard liquor," Perry said, eliciting another chuckle from the lynx.

As the hyena got up and went for a hot meal, Grant stayed behind, pretending to have another sip as he secretly watched the other male. Perry didn't walk in an intentionally alluring fashion, but wearing such a skimpy piece, it was hard for any beast not to take notice. Several of the others, including a few of those who had already been eyeing the hyena up, kept their eyes on him, and a couple even gave wolf-whistles. A part of Grant stirred when his boyfriend playfully flipped them the bird and then ran the offending finger along one buttock, straightening out his brief as he reached Darius.

"I've got a spare bedroom upstairs if you need it," Frank said to Grant, who again snapped out of his thoughts.

"Uh, no, no thanks, I'll be good to drive later on."

Frank fixed the lupine with a no-nonsense expression. "I wasn't talking about getting boozed."

Grant felt his cheeks redden. "Oh."

The feline rolled his eyes. "Come on, dude. Perry loves sex, who doesn't, but he isn't a treacherous slut who'll abandon you for someone with more money. Don't be so possessive."

Grant sighed, hanging his head. "I know, I know, it's just..."

"What?"

"I just kind of get envious or something of how he just struts around and doesn't care that he's half-naked. Maybe I'm in a shell or comfort zone or whatever, but I sometimes want to get a little saucy myself. Shit, I can't believe I--"

Frank's eyes narrowed when his friend broke off. "What? What did you do now?"

Grant hesitated, and then confessed, "I got a little annoyed at him one day. It was just a lazy Sunday a few weeks ago, and he was gallivanting--"

"Oh really, gallivanting, you say?"

"Shut up, and yes, gallivanting. He was just wearing this super-skimpy G-string or whatever the hell they're called. Wouldn't stop talking about how good they felt. After putting up with it through dinner, I hopped on the Internet myself and found someone selling one in my size. I dunno, I guess I figured I'd shock him by wearing one myself, strutting about in the near-buff, so I bought one of the damn things."

The bartender's eyes widened. "No shit?"

"No shit. I ordered the sluttiest one I could get. Figured that if he stepped into the living room and I was there with practically nothing but a smile, he'd lose it."

"So do you have it here?"

Grant blinked. "Huh? Oh, yeah, it's in the car."

"Well, what are you waiting for? Go put it on!"

The wolf gaped at him. "Now?!"

"Yes, now! This is the perfect opportunity to one-up Perry. You've got a backyard loaded with guys and your boyfriend is strolling about like a peacock showing off his feathers. Steal his thunder for once, huh? You never know, he may just get excited from it."

Grant turned the idea over in his head, and slowly a smile formed across his muzzle. "Heh, you're right. He'd get a thrill out of it. And if I'm lucky, I might even get some action."

Setting his beer down, the lupine hurried back to the front of the house, all but racing to his truck. It had a big enough cabin that he could change, and he did just that, quickly squirming out of his board shorts and rifling through a small gym bag in the back. He withdrew the racy swimwear, looking it over once more before donning it.

"Here goes nothing," he told himself, and began sliding it up his legs.

Pulling it into place, Grant paused to get used to wearing such risqué attire. The pouch was just barely enough to cup his balls and cock, the former edging out the sides ever so slightly, and if he started getting erect, the bright red of his member would immediately be spotted. In the rear, he was wholly bare, the bands of the suit only a half-centimeter wide; if it wasn't for the glossy yellow of the PVC that comprised the whole thing, he'd swear he was naked. The entire suit felt pretty snug, a firm cupping of his genitals and an oddly comfortable reminder in the back, and he reluctantly admitted to himself that Perry was really onto something, wearing thongs and such frequently. He did feel kinda sexy for a moment.

But there was just one problem: the junction in the back had a stiff tag that felt like the tip of some beast's claw lightly scratching the top of his crack, and Grant found it massively irritating. He ripped it off and gave it a vengeful glare before discarding it.

Telling himself to take a deep breath and push onward, the wolf stepped back out of the vehicle and returned to the backyard. He somehow managed to keep a straight face and a steady stride, although just about everyone stopped what they were doing to admire the near-naked male; the lupine's tail wagged a bit in response to their attention.

As he approached the tiki bar again, Frank broke off his conversation with Perry to stare at him, and the hyena similarly paused in chewing his food to turn around.

"Grant?" he asked, the word malformed from the food in his mouth.

"Naturally," the wolf replied with a smirk. "And I'm pleased that you like what you see."

"Absolutely!"

"You know, I'm kind of surprised myself," Frank said. "I did just tell you to do this, but I half-expected you to slink back here with your tail between your legs, muttering about how it didn't really matter to you after all. Happy to be proven wrong."

Grinning, Grant took a stool and his beer. "Well, you know, I can be bold sometimes. It pays here and there."

"Mmm, I'll say," Perry commented, leaning back a bit to admire his boyfriend's rump.

"Actually, Grant, I'm not just stunned to see you waltzing about in your birthday suit, I'm amazed you're doing it in that brand," Frank noted.

The other male frowned. "What?"

The lynx pointed down. "Your G-string, it's got that little mark on the waistband, just to the right of the pouch. That's the company logo, and they make them blend in a bit on their suits to hide them and make things look better, but you can still see it. That particular company makes these special suits, some of which resemble underwear or swimwear, but if you remove the tag in the back, things get really interesting."

Perry leaned forward, his eyes glinting. "Tell me more."

The world seemed to tune out for Grant as he felt a chill come over him. Had he made some terrible mistake? Looking down at his suit, the wolf felt his stomach knot, and decided being so wild wasn't worth it after all.

Abruptly excusing himself, he stood up to hurry back to the truck, and his movements were slow and awkward, like a child learning to walk for the first time. Some of the other party guests began to wonder at him, and as he reached halfway to the gate, he found out why.

His leg squeaked when he tried to move it, refusing to put one foot ahead of the other, and when he looked down he saw his fur had become flat, so flat that it was a second skin, and was growing translucent.

"Help...me..." he gasped.

Not a single person moved, too mesmerized by the wolf's transformation to give aid.

Grant felt his crotch grow warm, his member rapidly hardening and sticking up past the G-string's pouch. As it did, his eyes widened: the tip of his cock had a plug on it, exactly the same as the inflation point for blow-up products.

His breath was growing shorter, harder to inhale or exhale. His chest felt puffy, bloated, and it was becoming more difficult to swing his arms, and before he was halfway to the gate they were each locked in an akimbo position at his sides.

Tail feeling stiff, he forced himself to focus utterly upon moving another step, and then another, but it was growing more and more impossible, his body refusing to obey the commands it always had before. Every move he made resulted in a soft groan, one borne of inflatable pool toy rubber brushing against itself.

Another few steps, and then his legs became still.

Grant opened his mouth to again call for help, but his jaw froze, his lips parted and refusing to budge. His entire body grew stiffer, light and somewhat numb, and just before his neck stopped working he caught a glimpse of his fingers and felt a spike of bewilderment at being able to partially see right through them.

His eyes widened to resemble a cartoon character's exaggerated expression of pure shock, and then he could move no more. With a soft plop he fell face-first to the grass, his inflated tail wagging almost comically.

"Is that...is that what I think it is?" a cardinal asked.

"Only one way to find out!" leered a boxer.

The canine went up to the now-helpless Grant, crouching down to lift him up by the head. The inflatable wolf pool toy weighed almost nothing, and the boxer was able to easily hold Grant up to his crotch, the wolf's open mouth and delighted expression making him look all too eager for what was coming.

With a grin the boxer used his free hand to push down the hem of his swim brief's pouch, his half-stiff member waving free. He shifted Grant so that the transformed male's mouth slid over his cock, easily swallowing it whole.

"How is it?" another guest asked, and the tenting in his own briefs was visible.

"Just a...second..." grunted the dog.

He began to slide Grant off, and groaned loudly, the suctioning power of the orifice giving him the best head in a long time.

"Shit," the boxer said, "he's just like a pro. You guys gotta try this!"

Three others raced forward, tripping over themselves, and a fox managed to reach Grant's rear. He pushed down his thong and lined up with the wolf's tailhole, and with a squeak penetrated.

"God, yes!" the vulpine moaned. "He's so tight! I feel like I'm fucking my first girlfriend all over again!"

The orange-furred male started to vigorously hump into the converted toy's tailhole. Looking down, he could just partly see through Grant's back, enough to make out his cock pumping the empty interior. His excitement surging, the fox groaned, thrusting deep and cumming early. Still watching his own malehood, he smiled as he saw jets of cum lacing the toy's insides.

"This is awesome! You can totally see yourself cumming!"

"Hey, let me try!" an antelope said.

The fox pulled free and back off, letting the herbivore take his place. As the newcomer entered Grant, the boxer up front blew his own load, faintly making out his cum as it surged down the wolf's throat. He grinned and withdrew, lewdly brushing his semen-coated cock across the lupine's unflinching face before letting the cardinal replace him.

Standing nearby, Perry was a bit mesmerized. He'd never heard of this sort of thing happening, only some erotic fantasies online, but now that he was really seeing it, he found it...incredible.

In spite of the fearfulness of the situation, that he should have tried to help Grant, the hyena had grown as hard as all the others, and was actively pawing-off as he watching his partner take cumshot after cumshot. The toy-wolf's body squeaked and groaned softly, and it would no doubt eventually fill up with all their milk, and he'd have to figure out what to do about it then...

...But right now, it was just so fucking hot to watch his lover get gang-banged in such a bizarre-yet-sexy fashion.

"You going to?" Frank asked from beside him, also watching the action.

"N-no, kinda occupied here," Perry absently replied.

"Then don't mind me." The hyena didn't take his eyes off the group as the lynx lowered himself to his knees in front of him. The cat's briefs were pushed down in front to allow him to better pump himself. "Been wanting to do this since you walked in, really."

Perry gave a gasp of pleasure, which smoothly morphed into a moan as his friend began to service him. He kept watching Grant get everything the others offered, and without realizing it put his hands on Frank's head, imagining he was also penetrating the transformed male.

And then the thought occurred to him: Grant would probably stay like that so long as he had the G-string on.

Perry grinned as he felt his first climax approach.

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The End.