{"sf1_id":1095680,"sf2_id":"Rm0NMoz1","title":"Philadelphia. Or Not. (M/M)","author":"Vaille","words":1726,"posted_at":"2016-11-12T07:28:00.000Z","tags":["Ass","Bunny","Clydesdale","Cock","Cum","Deer","Domination/Submission","Donkey","Elephant","Feline","Foot Fetish","Fox","Gay","Group Sex","Handjob","Horse","Incest","Masturbation","NC","Non-Consensual","Oral","Orgy","Paw","Pawjob","Pre","Rabbit","Rape","Reindeer","Rhino","Smbd","Tigers","Voyeurism","Yiff","cats","jizz","public sex","restraint"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1095680-philadelphia-or-not-m-m","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Rm0NMoz1","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1095680\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"So yah.. this was an experiment. Forgive any typos, grammar errors, repetitious words or the like. I didn't edit this? Why? Because that was part of the challenge!","content":"\"Oh, Lance. \u0026nbsp;C'mon, big bro.\u0026nbsp; Time to wake up.\"\u0026nbsp; The words floated through the Siberian tiger's head, punctuated by the _tap tap tap_of a paw against his cheek.\u0026nbsp; \"Open those big blues for us.\"\n\nLance groaned.\u0026nbsp; Tried to reach up and rub away the haze of gray film.\u0026nbsp; His paw wouldn't move.\u0026nbsp; Tried again with the other paw.\u0026nbsp; Same result.\u0026nbsp; Flat on his back, the big cat snorted and tried to sit up, realizing quickly that he could not.\u0026nbsp; His eyes flew open.\n\nA face peered down at him.\u0026nbsp; A Siberian tiger, like him.\u0026nbsp; Only not like him.\u0026nbsp; Sure, the stripes were jet black, the whites bordered on silver and the eyes were like sapphires, but that's where the similarities ended.\u0026nbsp; This face was boyish, almost feminine.\u0026nbsp; The ears were smaller, the nose was mottled pink and brown and the whiskers were black.\u0026nbsp; \"Dash?\"\n\nDashel beamed him a smile, little fangs gleaming white in the silvery light.\u0026nbsp; \"Hi, Lance.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Where am I? What's going on?\"\u0026nbsp; Lance had flown out for the weekend to visit the family.\u0026nbsp; It'd been a year and he'd figured it'd be nice to see his brother.\u0026nbsp; Memories flitted through his gauze-filled head.\u0026nbsp; He and Dash had met up for lunch.\u0026nbsp; Spent the afternoon together.\u0026nbsp; Went for sushi.\u0026nbsp; Then he was... here.\n\n\"Ah, we'll get to that in a moment,\" Dashel replied, answering both questions at once.\u0026nbsp; \"Let's get the cobwebs out first.\"\n\nAgain, Lance tested the restraints.\u0026nbsp; Somewhere nearby, the AC kicked on.\u0026nbsp; Suddenly, it hit him as the air tickled across his body.\u0026nbsp; \"Dashel?\" he asked, his gaze drifting down his little brother's form.\u0026nbsp; \"Why are we naked?\"\n\nThe small tiger gently gripped Lance's head between his paws, rolling it left.\u0026nbsp; They were in an auditorium.\u0026nbsp; A number of furs were seated throughout it.\u0026nbsp; Lance could see a donkey, a pair of foxes and a wolf.\u0026nbsp; A reindeer, rabbit and rhino.\u0026nbsp; An elephant and a draught horse.\u0026nbsp; They were all male and in various states of arousal.\u0026nbsp; In fact, the foxes were already fucking.\u0026nbsp; \"Cuz the show won't be any good if we were clothed?\" Dashel replied.\n\n\"Show?\u0026nbsp; What show?\u0026nbsp; What the fuck are you talking about, Dash?\u0026nbsp; You know what, I'm done.\"\u0026nbsp; Lance tugged at the restrains.\u0026nbsp; Tried to kick his legs.\u0026nbsp; Nothing.\u0026nbsp; \"Let me go, Dashel.\u0026nbsp; I don't know what you think you're doing--\n\nWithout warning, a gag-ball wedged itself firmly into Lance's big muzzle.\u0026nbsp; Dash leaned in, touching his pink, leathery nose pad against his brother's.\u0026nbsp; \"I think I'm going to be doing you, bro...\"\u0026nbsp; He glanced up at his audience \"....in front of all these fine studs.\u0026nbsp; \"Hot, huh?\" he said with a titter and a wink as he shoved his finger into the hole in the gag-ball and rubbed a pad against his brother's rough tongue.\u0026nbsp;\n\nLance struggled.\u0026nbsp; Pulled and tugged at the bindings.\u0026nbsp; His wrists and ankles, wrists and neck.\u0026nbsp; He couldn't budge.\u0026nbsp; He tried desperately to spit out the gag-ball, but it was wedged solid between his teeth.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Dash minced as he walked slowly to the foot of the table holding his brother.\u0026nbsp; As he walked, he trailed a single claw down Lances chest, abs, sheath and balls.\u0026nbsp; Down the thigh and to a footpaw.\u0026nbsp; The small tiger's tail swished as he tickled his brother's pawpads, smiling as the toes flexed and strained against the assault of his claw.\u0026nbsp; \"Guys,\" he said without looking away from his brother, \"as promised, Lance is straight.\u0026nbsp; In fact, his mate is pregnant.\"\n\n_Thunk_.\u0026nbsp; The Clydesdale's dick thwapped against the underside of his desk-seat.\u0026nbsp; He whinnied.\n\n\"Hold your horses...\" Dash said, gaze flicking from his brother's foot to the equine's massive cock. \"Well, hold your horse, pardon the pun.\u0026nbsp; But yah, you'll get your turn, big guy.\u0026nbsp; Promise.\"\n\nWith that, Dashel snagged a fob from the nearby podium.\u0026nbsp; \"I just love these new science labs, don't you?\" he asked.\u0026nbsp; The only reply was a snort and a yip as one of the foxes came, squirting across a desk top and onto the nearby bunny.\u0026nbsp; \"Foxes...\" he giggled.\u0026nbsp; With a press of a button, Lance appeared on the LCD wall-screen opposite the audience.\u0026nbsp; Another click.\u0026nbsp; The table began to adjust, spreading his big brother's legs, lifting the knees and bending him upwards at the waist.\u0026nbsp;\n\nUnable to speak, Lance locked eyes with Dash.\u0026nbsp; Snarled viciously.\n\n\"Don't knock it until you've tried it,\" Dashel purred, taking a step and grinding his sheath and balls against Lance's footpaw.\u0026nbsp; The pads felt glorious against his sensitive, soft flesh, careful to keep away from the claws.\u0026nbsp; A knot built in his chest.\u0026nbsp; A tightness in his groin.\u0026nbsp; The barbed tip of his penis had peeped from its hiding place.\u0026nbsp; It rubbed against his brother's toepad.\u0026nbsp; His tigerflesh hardened faster.\u0026nbsp; He could feel the slick pre wetting his brother's fur and foot.\u0026nbsp; It was glorious.\u0026nbsp;\n\nWith reluctance, Dash forced himself to stop.\u0026nbsp; He massaged Lance's pads, then dipped his fingers into his mouth.\u0026nbsp; He could taste himself mingled with his brother.\u0026nbsp; It was intoxicating.\u0026nbsp;\n\nStepping between the crux of Lance's legs, Dash grabbed the tiger by the tail and pulled it clear, exposing the tailhole hidden beneath it.\u0026nbsp; Drawing the fingers from his muzzle with a final, salty lick, the little tiger momentarily massaged Lance's hole before plunging his fingers deep into it.\n\nLance's eyes went wide.\u0026nbsp; His body went rigid.\u0026nbsp; Freeing the tail, Dashel's paw tickled up his brother's balls to the base of the sheath.\u0026nbsp; He massaged it, working his brother from base to lip as his fingers teased the nut of the big tiger's prostate.\u0026nbsp; Dash rubbed it.\u0026nbsp;\n\nLance tried to wiggle.\u0026nbsp; Thrust up.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"That's it, big brother.\u0026nbsp; Let it happen.\u0026nbsp; It feels so good.\u0026nbsp; Believe me, I know.\"\n\nLance began to vibrate.\u0026nbsp; Pink poked from the large tiger's sheath.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"That's it.\u0026nbsp; This feels so good, doesn't it?\u0026nbsp; Just look at all those sexy guys sitting over there, stroking themselves.\u0026nbsp; They watch _you_.\u0026nbsp; You're turning them on.\u0026nbsp; Just think of all those different cocks filling you up, breeding you like the big, sexy, masculine cat you are.\u0026nbsp; Those canine knots.\u0026nbsp; That elephant's girth and the rhino's wings.\"\u0026nbsp; Dashel licked his lips.\u0026nbsp; Pre trickled from his tip.\u0026nbsp; A drop dribbled onto Lance's balls.\u0026nbsp; \"And the donkey and horse.\u0026nbsp; Just imagine what it's gonna feel like when they flare against this...\"\u0026nbsp; With a squeeze of Lance's nut, the big tiger twitched himself rock hard.\u0026nbsp; Harder than hard.\u0026nbsp; So hard that a squirt of pre shot into his chestfur.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You're definitely gonna love this, bro.\"\u0026nbsp; Withdrawing his fingers from his brother, Dash pressed the tip of his barbed tiger-dick against Lance's hole.\u0026nbsp; He smeared himself across it.\u0026nbsp; It puckered, tickling he barbed head of his sensitive flesh.\u0026nbsp; \"Eager, aren't you.\"\n\nLance snarled.\u0026nbsp; Growled.\n\n\"Thought so.\"\u0026nbsp; With a thrust, the small tiger opened the big tiger.\u0026nbsp; Lance took the tip.\u0026nbsp; Dash held it there, savoring the feel of his brother.\u0026nbsp; That hard, masculine body.\u0026nbsp; All that muscle.\u0026nbsp; Dash was half Lance's size.\u0026nbsp; If that.\u0026nbsp; Yet, here he was, dominating his big brother.\u0026nbsp; Making him his.\u0026nbsp; Owning him.\u0026nbsp; Turning him into a bitch.\u0026nbsp; _His_ bitch.\u0026nbsp; Dash couldn't take it.\u0026nbsp; He needed more.\u0026nbsp; Pushed in completely.\u0026nbsp; Lance's balls came to rest in the pubic fur surrounding the base of Dash's sheath.\u0026nbsp;\n\nAs Lance struggled, the leather restraints creaked and groaned.\u0026nbsp; The table shuddered.\u0026nbsp; Still, nothing gave.\u0026nbsp; Dashel savored feeling of his brother around him, clenching and relaxing.\u0026nbsp; The silky heat was intense.\u0026nbsp; Incredibly intense.\u0026nbsp; Dashel thrust.\u0026nbsp; Withdrew.\u0026nbsp; Thrust again.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Closed his eyes and began the ride.\n\nDashel fell into a rhythm as he fucked his brother.\u0026nbsp; His cock grew rock hard, the barbs snagging the soft flesh enveloping his tigerhood.\u0026nbsp; His paw drifted to the big tiger's dick.\u0026nbsp; Wrapped around it.\u0026nbsp; Stroked it in time with his thrusts.\u0026nbsp; Lance stopped struggling.\u0026nbsp; Began shuddering.\u0026nbsp; Tried to thrust.\u0026nbsp; Groaned around the ball-gag.\n\nThe little tiger shoved himself against Lance's sweet spot.\u0026nbsp; His paw suddenly grew wet.\u0026nbsp; He smiled, the smell of his brother filling his nose. \u0026nbsp;More pre.\n\nIn the audience the reindeer had mounted the wolf, who had mounted the bunny.\u0026nbsp; Their fucking grew frantic, each on the verge of cumming.\u0026nbsp; The elephant used his trunk to jerk the rhino's cock as the donkey fucked him under the tail.\u0026nbsp; Dash grinned.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe Clydesdale clopped up to the side of the table with a dick as long as an arm and just as thick.\u0026nbsp; He stroked it.\u0026nbsp; The ring bulged and the head had flared.\u0026nbsp; Dash could smell his musk.\u0026nbsp; It drove him to pound into his brother even faster.\u0026nbsp; His cock felt like hot iron.\u0026nbsp; Lance felt like velvet.\u0026nbsp; The horse stepped over Lance's head, pointing his cock over the hole in the gag-ball as he locked his muzzle with Dashel's.\u0026nbsp; Their tongues danced.\u0026nbsp; The horses breathing grew ragged.\u0026nbsp; He snorted.\u0026nbsp; \"Oh god.\u0026nbsp; Fuck, Dash.\u0026nbsp; F... Fuck.\u0026nbsp; I'm gonna...\u0026nbsp; I'm gonna c... cum...\"\u0026nbsp;\n\nSmashing his dicktip against the gag-ball, the horse unloaded.\u0026nbsp; Rope after rope of horse cum spurted through the hole.\u0026nbsp; Lance's cheeks bulged from the sudden flood of spunk.\u0026nbsp; It coursed down his throat.\u0026nbsp; Backpressure squirted it back out the hole.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe sight, smell and sounds of the horse's climax was too much.\u0026nbsp; Gripping Lance hard by the cock, Dash planted his hips against his brother. \u0026nbsp;Grinded. \u0026nbsp;His cock twitched.\u0026nbsp; Flared.\u0026nbsp; He groaned.\u0026nbsp; Unloaded.\u0026nbsp; His catmeat spurted load after load of tigerspunk deep into the burning insides of his brother.\u0026nbsp;\n\nNo, not his brother.\u0026nbsp; His _bitch_.\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd he'd bred his bitch.\u0026nbsp; Loved every minute of it.\u0026nbsp;\n\nBalls aching, Dashel collapsed forward against Lance's groin and belly.\u0026nbsp; He noticed something.\u0026nbsp; The fur was wet and sticky.\u0026nbsp; Scooping up a wad of the slick, sticky, wet slime, he sniffed it.\u0026nbsp; Licked it.\u0026nbsp; It definitely wasn't his.\u0026nbsp; It wasn't the horse's.\u0026nbsp; He smiled up at his brother's cum plastered face.\u0026nbsp; \"Did you jizz?\"\n\nThe question was met with yet another snarl.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You came!\" Dashel exclaimed as he patted Lance on the balls.\u0026nbsp; \"Good boy!\" He peeled himself from his brother, reeking of spunk and musk.\u0026nbsp; He eyed his audience.\u0026nbsp; They were basking in afterglow.\u0026nbsp; Still, he knew why they were really here.\u0026nbsp; \"So who's next?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\nPaws shot up, but it was the rhino who lumbered forward.\n\n\"I'm guessing I won't be invited to Thanksgiving dinner at your house, will I?\" Dashel lilted to his brother with a smile.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}