# Philadelphia. Or Not. (M/M)

Author: Vaille
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

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!

"Oh, Lance. &nbsp;C'mon, big bro.&nbsp; Time to wake up."&nbsp; The words floated through the Siberian tiger's head, punctuated by the _tap tap tap_of a paw against his cheek.&nbsp; "Open those big blues for us."

Lance groaned.&nbsp; Tried to reach up and rub away the haze of gray film.&nbsp; His paw wouldn't move.&nbsp; Tried again with the other paw.&nbsp; Same result.&nbsp; Flat on his back, the big cat snorted and tried to sit up, realizing quickly that he could not.&nbsp; His eyes flew open.

A face peered down at him.&nbsp; A Siberian tiger, like him.&nbsp; Only not like him.&nbsp; Sure, the stripes were jet black, the whites bordered on silver and the eyes were like sapphires, but that's where the similarities ended.&nbsp; This face was boyish, almost feminine.&nbsp; The ears were smaller, the nose was mottled pink and brown and the whiskers were black.&nbsp; "Dash?"

Dashel beamed him a smile, little fangs gleaming white in the silvery light.&nbsp; "Hi, Lance."&nbsp;

"Where am I? What's going on?"&nbsp; Lance had flown out for the weekend to visit the family.&nbsp; It'd been a year and he'd figured it'd be nice to see his brother.&nbsp; Memories flitted through his gauze-filled head.&nbsp; He and Dash had met up for lunch.&nbsp; Spent the afternoon together.&nbsp; Went for sushi.&nbsp; Then he was... here.

"Ah, we'll get to that in a moment," Dashel replied, answering both questions at once.&nbsp; "Let's get the cobwebs out first."

Again, Lance tested the restraints.&nbsp; Somewhere nearby, the AC kicked on.&nbsp; Suddenly, it hit him as the air tickled across his body.&nbsp; "Dashel?" he asked, his gaze drifting down his little brother's form.&nbsp; "Why are we naked?"

The small tiger gently gripped Lance's head between his paws, rolling it left.&nbsp; They were in an auditorium.&nbsp; A number of furs were seated throughout it.&nbsp; Lance could see a donkey, a pair of foxes and a wolf.&nbsp; A reindeer, rabbit and rhino.&nbsp; An elephant and a draught horse.&nbsp; They were all male and in various states of arousal.&nbsp; In fact, the foxes were already fucking.&nbsp; "Cuz the show won't be any good if we were clothed?" Dashel replied.

"Show?&nbsp; What show?&nbsp; What the fuck are you talking about, Dash?&nbsp; You know what, I'm done."&nbsp; Lance tugged at the restrains.&nbsp; Tried to kick his legs.&nbsp; Nothing.&nbsp; "Let me go, Dashel.&nbsp; I don't know what you think you're doing--

Without warning, a gag-ball wedged itself firmly into Lance's big muzzle.&nbsp; Dash leaned in, touching his pink, leathery nose pad against his brother's.&nbsp; "I think I'm going to be doing you, bro..."&nbsp; He glanced up at his audience "....in front of all these fine studs.&nbsp; "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.&nbsp;

Lance struggled.&nbsp; Pulled and tugged at the bindings.&nbsp; His wrists and ankles, wrists and neck.&nbsp; He couldn't budge.&nbsp; He tried desperately to spit out the gag-ball, but it was wedged solid between his teeth.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Dash minced as he walked slowly to the foot of the table holding his brother.&nbsp; As he walked, he trailed a single claw down Lances chest, abs, sheath and balls.&nbsp; Down the thigh and to a footpaw.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; "Guys," he said without looking away from his brother, "as promised, Lance is straight.&nbsp; In fact, his mate is pregnant."

_Thunk_.&nbsp; The Clydesdale's dick thwapped against the underside of his desk-seat.&nbsp; He whinnied.

"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.&nbsp; But yah, you'll get your turn, big guy.&nbsp; Promise."

With that, Dashel snagged a fob from the nearby podium.&nbsp; "I just love these new science labs, don't you?" he asked.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; "Foxes..." he giggled.&nbsp; With a press of a button, Lance appeared on the LCD wall-screen opposite the audience.&nbsp; Another click.&nbsp; The table began to adjust, spreading his big brother's legs, lifting the knees and bending him upwards at the waist.&nbsp;

Unable to speak, Lance locked eyes with Dash.&nbsp; Snarled viciously.

"Don't knock it until you've tried it," Dashel purred, taking a step and grinding his sheath and balls against Lance's footpaw.&nbsp; The pads felt glorious against his sensitive, soft flesh, careful to keep away from the claws.&nbsp; A knot built in his chest.&nbsp; A tightness in his groin.&nbsp; The barbed tip of his penis had peeped from its hiding place.&nbsp; It rubbed against his brother's toepad.&nbsp; His tigerflesh hardened faster.&nbsp; He could feel the slick pre wetting his brother's fur and foot.&nbsp; It was glorious.&nbsp;

With reluctance, Dash forced himself to stop.&nbsp; He massaged Lance's pads, then dipped his fingers into his mouth.&nbsp; He could taste himself mingled with his brother.&nbsp; It was intoxicating.&nbsp;

Stepping between the crux of Lance's legs, Dash grabbed the tiger by the tail and pulled it clear, exposing the tailhole hidden beneath it.&nbsp; 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.

Lance's eyes went wide.&nbsp; His body went rigid.&nbsp; Freeing the tail, Dashel's paw tickled up his brother's balls to the base of the sheath.&nbsp; He massaged it, working his brother from base to lip as his fingers teased the nut of the big tiger's prostate.&nbsp; Dash rubbed it.&nbsp;

Lance tried to wiggle.&nbsp; Thrust up.&nbsp;

"That's it, big brother.&nbsp; Let it happen.&nbsp; It feels so good.&nbsp; Believe me, I know."

Lance began to vibrate.&nbsp; Pink poked from the large tiger's sheath.&nbsp;

"That's it.&nbsp; This feels so good, doesn't it?&nbsp; Just look at all those sexy guys sitting over there, stroking themselves.&nbsp; They watch _you_.&nbsp; You're turning them on.&nbsp; Just think of all those different cocks filling you up, breeding you like the big, sexy, masculine cat you are.&nbsp; Those canine knots.&nbsp; That elephant's girth and the rhino's wings."&nbsp; Dashel licked his lips.&nbsp; Pre trickled from his tip.&nbsp; A drop dribbled onto Lance's balls.&nbsp; "And the donkey and horse.&nbsp; Just imagine what it's gonna feel like when they flare against this..."&nbsp; With a squeeze of Lance's nut, the big tiger twitched himself rock hard.&nbsp; Harder than hard.&nbsp; So hard that a squirt of pre shot into his chestfur.&nbsp;

"You're definitely gonna love this, bro."&nbsp; Withdrawing his fingers from his brother, Dash pressed the tip of his barbed tiger-dick against Lance's hole.&nbsp; He smeared himself across it.&nbsp; It puckered, tickling he barbed head of his sensitive flesh.&nbsp; "Eager, aren't you."

Lance snarled.&nbsp; Growled.

"Thought so."&nbsp; With a thrust, the small tiger opened the big tiger.&nbsp; Lance took the tip.&nbsp; Dash held it there, savoring the feel of his brother.&nbsp; That hard, masculine body.&nbsp; All that muscle.&nbsp; Dash was half Lance's size.&nbsp; If that.&nbsp; Yet, here he was, dominating his big brother.&nbsp; Making him his.&nbsp; Owning him.&nbsp; Turning him into a bitch.&nbsp; _His_ bitch.&nbsp; Dash couldn't take it.&nbsp; He needed more.&nbsp; Pushed in completely.&nbsp; Lance's balls came to rest in the pubic fur surrounding the base of Dash's sheath.&nbsp;

As Lance struggled, the leather restraints creaked and groaned.&nbsp; The table shuddered.&nbsp; Still, nothing gave.&nbsp; Dashel savored feeling of his brother around him, clenching and relaxing.&nbsp; The silky heat was intense.&nbsp; Incredibly intense.&nbsp; Dashel thrust.&nbsp; Withdrew.&nbsp; Thrust again.&nbsp;&nbsp; Closed his eyes and began the ride.

Dashel fell into a rhythm as he fucked his brother.&nbsp; His cock grew rock hard, the barbs snagging the soft flesh enveloping his tigerhood.&nbsp; His paw drifted to the big tiger's dick.&nbsp; Wrapped around it.&nbsp; Stroked it in time with his thrusts.&nbsp; Lance stopped struggling.&nbsp; Began shuddering.&nbsp; Tried to thrust.&nbsp; Groaned around the ball-gag.

The little tiger shoved himself against Lance's sweet spot.&nbsp; His paw suddenly grew wet.&nbsp; He smiled, the smell of his brother filling his nose. &nbsp;More pre.

In the audience the reindeer had mounted the wolf, who had mounted the bunny.&nbsp; Their fucking grew frantic, each on the verge of cumming.&nbsp; The elephant used his trunk to jerk the rhino's cock as the donkey fucked him under the tail.&nbsp; Dash grinned.&nbsp;

The Clydesdale clopped up to the side of the table with a dick as long as an arm and just as thick.&nbsp; He stroked it.&nbsp; The ring bulged and the head had flared.&nbsp; Dash could smell his musk.&nbsp; It drove him to pound into his brother even faster.&nbsp; His cock felt like hot iron.&nbsp; Lance felt like velvet.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Their tongues danced.&nbsp; The horses breathing grew ragged.&nbsp; He snorted.&nbsp; "Oh god.&nbsp; Fuck, Dash.&nbsp; F... Fuck.&nbsp; I'm gonna...&nbsp; I'm gonna c... cum..."&nbsp;

Smashing his dicktip against the gag-ball, the horse unloaded.&nbsp; Rope after rope of horse cum spurted through the hole.&nbsp; Lance's cheeks bulged from the sudden flood of spunk.&nbsp; It coursed down his throat.&nbsp; Backpressure squirted it back out the hole.&nbsp;

The sight, smell and sounds of the horse's climax was too much.&nbsp; Gripping Lance hard by the cock, Dash planted his hips against his brother. &nbsp;Grinded. &nbsp;His cock twitched.&nbsp; Flared.&nbsp; He groaned.&nbsp; Unloaded.&nbsp; His catmeat spurted load after load of tigerspunk deep into the burning insides of his brother.&nbsp;

No, not his brother.&nbsp; His _bitch_.&nbsp;

And he'd bred his bitch.&nbsp; Loved every minute of it.&nbsp;

Balls aching, Dashel collapsed forward against Lance's groin and belly.&nbsp; He noticed something.&nbsp; The fur was wet and sticky.&nbsp; Scooping up a wad of the slick, sticky, wet slime, he sniffed it.&nbsp; Licked it.&nbsp; It definitely wasn't his.&nbsp; It wasn't the horse's.&nbsp; He smiled up at his brother's cum plastered face.&nbsp; "Did you jizz?"

The question was met with yet another snarl.&nbsp;

"You came!" Dashel exclaimed as he patted Lance on the balls.&nbsp; "Good boy!" He peeled himself from his brother, reeking of spunk and musk.&nbsp; He eyed his audience.&nbsp; They were basking in afterglow.&nbsp; Still, he knew why they were really here.&nbsp; "So who's next?"&nbsp;

Paws shot up, but it was the rhino who lumbered forward.

"I'm guessing I won't be invited to Thanksgiving dinner at your house, will I?" Dashel lilted to his brother with a smile.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/Rm0NMoz1