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Bragging Rights

By Miqmah

So, I don't normally write things like this, much less submit them to adult magazines, but this story was worth sharing. My name is Ian, long time reader, first time writer, so forgive me if this is a little rough.

It all started a couple of years ago, back when I was in college. I think I was a Junior, or maybe a Sophomore. It was a fairly small school, so people mixed and it was hard to keep track. It was in rural Wisconsin in a town that tripled its size during the school year, so there was not much to do (except each other, that is). It's the kind of place where the cops didn't bother much with small stuff, because everyone was doing small stuff and there wouldn't be anyone left is they actually enforced anything. Besides, without speeding and drinking, we'd all die of boredom in this corn-infested hell hole. As long as no one actually died, you could get away with just about anything.

Now, when you go to a small school in the middle of a rural wasteland, personalities tend to get magnified a bit. The preps get more preppy, the jocks get a little too much into sports; you know what I mean. It's sort of like everyone is trying to be the big fish in a small pond. That little extra effort to stand out among the corn stalks gets you noticed, and everyone wants to be noticed. This also means that personality clashes tend to be bigger too. Everyone has to be a badass in a town where a gun rack comes complimentary in every pickup. Mix that with a little underage drinking, and maybe, finally, we can get something that the cops might come for. You could pretty much count on a good brawl every weekend. The best place to catch a brawl was the local "pub". But that was more old guys getting in fights over dumb stuff, and mostly just ended with one of them tripping over a bar stool and knocking himself out. Funny, but about as entertaining as watching slugs battle. The real zest of life came from when the youthful bodies clashed. Local legend says that someone got their arm ripped off once over a spilled brewsky, but like fish stories, it gets a little worse each drunken time it's told at a party.

Now, before the snow takes over, there are only two places to be on a Friday night; at home with a girl, or at Axels trying to pick one up. Axel's is a Midwest marvel. No one really knows who owns the place, but it's always there. It's about 15 minutes out of town in the woods, far from anything else. It's a small house (if you can even call it that), enough parking for the mostly-sober-cab cars, and the main feature, a big above ground swimming pool with a deck. The water has seen more youthful love than the 70s combined, but after your fourth cup of keg beer, you learn to get over it and enjoy the wet fun. The place is always thumping with music, and I have never once seen the bar table even come close to dry. In Wisconsin, we take BYOB as a religious commandment, so there is plenty to share. With half a campus drinking and dancing, there is never a dull night.

Anyway, back to the night when it all happened. It was a typical Friday night. We were about a month from the end of the school year. The winter was gone, spring was on its way out, and the nights were at the perfect temperature for staying out until early in the morning. I have always had a hard time making friends. I tend to keep to myself. But, occasionally, I meet someone and we click, you know? Well, that was Brian. Brian was the local token goth. I'm not sure if he was always that way, or if he was the product of the small town, but he was the poster child for Hot Topic. He was a tall rat, maybe six foot five. It was hard to tell since he had a habit of slouching. He had purple and black hair that hung in his face, and two oversized ears (he claimed it was from a great grandmother mouse in his family that passed them on), which were edged in an array of piercings and plugs. His lip and nose were pierced too, and he had a few tattoos that would flash through the ripped and safety-pinned holes of his hoodie. He was a few years older than me, and was about to graduate at the end of the year with a degree in nursing (as odd as it sounded, he was pretty good whenever I accidentally hurt myself). As with most seniors about to graduate, he just didn't give a shit about the underclassmen. Except for me. I never really understood why. He didn't have many friends either. Maybe it was a friendship of lonely convenience. Either way, he was tall, scary, and quiet.

The polar opposite of Brian was Keith. Keith was a shot little ram who tried to make up for it with his ego. He was good looking and popular, or at least, that's what he wanted you to think; I never did see him come WITH anyone to these parties... or leave. He would polish his horns regularly, and kept his beard trimmed well. He was toned, and was known for wearing muscle shirts even in winter to show off the fact. When he wasn't in class, or trying to pick up girls at parties, he was usually in the gym, plopped in front of a mirror watching himself. When he was in class, he was the unfortunate know-nothing know-it-all, constantly trying to seem smarter than he was (which was not very smart) with every blurt he could cram in. It is important to know that Keith was a freshman. More specifically, a freshman in a class that Brian also had to be in due to an oversight in his graduation plan. As you can imagine, after three months of Brian having to interact with Keith, he was not on his list of favorite people.

It was probably around 10pm when we pulled up to Axel's. The party was just starting to pick up as more people funneled in. The reality of finals had just started to grip our minds, and everyone was either out to get one last good party in before hitting the books, or celebrating another failed semester before their financial aid got cut off. It was customary to wear your swim wear to the party (house rules said clothing optional in the pool only), and while Brian and I usually just went to drink, we thought we'd try to sneak in some water time before it got too crowded. With no nearby lakes, it was this or nothing. Brian managed to still look menacing in a pair of black board shorts (and his hoodie of course), with his long skinny pale grey legs sticking out and a pair of round black sunglasses that he wore on the edge of his elongated nose; a true goth at the beach look.

When we went around back to the pool, there were a few clusters of people laughing and splashing in the water, but it was wide open for the most part. I pulled off my shirt and hung it on a tree, and Brian unzipped his hoodie and hung it on a high branch. It was one of the few times anyone got to see the full extent of his tattoos. Most of his chest and arms were covered in all sorts of designs of skulls and demons. He looked like an illustration from Dante's Inferno wrapped in fur. If it weren't for the intimidating imagery, his thin frame would seem weak and frail.

We climbed over the wall of the pool and dipped in. A group of giggling girls silently moved to the other side of the pool. One of the downsides of having a best friend who scares people is that he makes a terrible wingman. Not that I'd have much of a chance with them anyway. We got ourselves comfortable in our spot, and Brian let his long arms drape over the edge of the pool. The soft thumping of the music from the house mixed with the ambient noise of conversation around us. It was easy enough to tune out if you wanted to. I remember closing my eyes, letting myself feel weightless in the water, just trying to relax and get my mind off of Calc 304, when I heard a very loud "PARTY'S HERE!"

I opened my eyes and saw Brian staring intently across the pool.

A ram with sleek horns was making his way towards the pool, winking at people as he passed. He was wearing a bathrobe, open just enough for his tan muscular chest to poke though. Brian let out a little sigh before pushing his sunglasses up to his eyes and leaning his head back, sinking a little further into the water.

I watched the ram get distracted by a mink in a yellow bikini before turning my head back. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched him strut around her, making her spin in circles trying to avoid him. There is something about watching a guy suck at picking up girls that makes it too entertaining not to watch. After about two minutes of this poor mink doing everything but dumping her beer on the ram to get rid of him, he finally picked up the clue and started to head over to the pool again. Just as he reached the edge, a group called him over. He smirked and sauntered over across the lawn, far away enough that I couldn't hear what they were saying, so I quickly lost interest and closed my eyes again.

Just as I was finding my zen in the water, a distant burst of laughter made my eyes shoot open. Keith was stomping away from the group, looking frustrated, but trying to still maintain some level of cool. I felt a little bad for him. He had also acquired a red cup of something while my eyes were closed. He stood in the lawn for a while lost in his head, sipping from the cup before remembering about the pool and walking over.

Brian was still draped on the edge of the pool, zoned out to the world. I thought about nudging him to watch the humiliation, but figured he had had enough already.

Keith climbed up the stairs to the wooden deck at the other side of the pool. There were a scattering of pool chairs and tables that had seen better days, mostly filled with girls laying around, gossiping about boys and each other. He tugged his robe open a little more and walked up to the railing behind the chairs, leaning and trying to look uninterested in hopes someone would talk to him.

After a few minutes of being ignored by his oblivious female audience, he cleared his throat. One of the female cats' ears tilted towards him, but shifted back with no other indication that they had any idea he was even there. Clearly frustrated, the ram shifted and cleared his throat again. Still nothing. He got up from the railing, and walked around the chairs to the other side, making sure he was in direct eye line of at least two of the girls. There was an empty lounge chair in front of where he was standing, so he walked up to it, turned around, gave an over exaggerated stretch before dropped his robe, revealing a pair of very tight red speedos.

This had caught the attention of the girls, but not the attention he was looking for. They had all gone silent, and were irritably staring at him. He turned around and their eyes got wide when a giant bulge flopped between his legs. This thing was massive. The fabric was straining just holding it in place.

"What the fuck?" one of the girls remarked.

At this point, I couldn't take it anymore and poked Brian in the ribs, which make him jump and splash water on me in annoyance. I pointed at the ram who was now flexing for the girls, his package jiggling with each movement.

"What the hell?" Brian said under his breath as he looked over his sunglasses.

"I know, right?" I said, trying to hold in my laughter.

The girls began exchanging looks with each other, and Keith sat down on the lounge chair, letting his oversized junk hang over the side. "How are you ladies tonight?"

"Just... fine," said the female cat, pulling her eyes up to his face briefly.

I looked over at Brian, who had an eyebrow raised, trying to assess the scene in front of him. "It's fake," he said, before leaning his head back over the edge of the pool.

"Do you think?" I asked, realizing that I had just spent a minute staring closely at another guys junk.

"Yeah." Brian settled into a comfortable spot again. "I know these things."

"But..." I said, squinting to get a better view. "It looks so real. I mean... I mean not to sound gay, but look at how heavy it looks. I can see the outline of his dick and everything."

Brian just gave me a 'Really?' look and rolled his eyes.

By now, the ram was laying back in the chair, chatting with the girls. His legs were spread open and his massive dick was just slouching down between them. It was also obvious that other people had started to notice too, and a small crowd was gathering close enough to not make it apparent that they were watching. Keith rolled onto his side, and his package flopped down onto the chair over his thigh. You could see the girls eyes follow it in curious horror of if it was real or not.

"Put that cucumber back in your mom's refrigerator!" someone yelled nearby. A tall, very buff lion walked up to the deck towards the girls. This was Alphonso. Alphonso was known for being the jock of the school. He was on three to five different sports teams at any given time, and it showed. He was in a pair of jammers and you could tell what was real on him. Not that you needed the visual proof. He was well known as a lady pleaser, and it wasn't just from his Italian accent.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Keith scoffed, turning his head.

"Yeah right," The lion said, walking through the girls and up towards Keith. "Then what is that?" He pointed towards the red mass hanging off the ram's lap.

"That's my dick, bro," Keith said, defensively.

I looked over at Brian. I had seen my fair share of fights at Axel's, but I had never seen one over dick size before. I couldn't believe he was missing out on watching this. Of course, with those ears, I'm sure he was listening to the whole thing.

The lion glared at him before lunging for it with a large paw

"Woah!" Keith said, jumping up from the chair, and trying to cover his crotch with his hand. "I don't swing that way, bro."

The lion just rolled his eyes, and lunged for it again, determined to prove that it was a fake.

By now, the entire party had gathered around the pool. Hundreds of eyes watched at the lion took swings at the ram's hips. A benefit of being short like Keith was that he was able to dart out of the way quickly.

"This is my dick!" the ram shouted, now up against the railing.

The lion stood back. "Oh yeah? Prove it."

"What!?" Keith looked around at everyone staring at him. "No!"

The lion put his hands on his hips. "Then it's a fake. You're probably actually tiny. It'd fit with everything else about you."

The crowd laughed.

"No, man, I'm huge... Bigger than you!"

The lion chuckled. "Yeah?" He looked down at his own impressive bulge. "I think I smell a bet!"

"What?" Keith looked around nervously. He clearly was way in over his head.

"Yeah." The lion smirked. "Whoever is bigger wins."

"W-wins what?"

"Winner fucks the loser," the lion said smugly.

"Fuck no!"

"Then you're a liar with a tiny dick." Alphonso crossed his arms, feeling he had made his point.

You could hear murmurs in the crowd.

Keith looked nervous as he weighed his options. His eyes darted between the lion and his bathrobe still sitting on the chair.

"Fuck this," Keith said, grabbing his robe, throwing it on and angrily tying it shut with shaking hands. He blew past the smirking lion, across the deck and headed towards the stairs. The now silent crowd moved out of his way.

"Everyone knows it anyway," Alphonso said to no one in particular. "He's just a big prick with a little prick." Everyone laughed. A couple of deer in tank tops behind me even raised their cups before taking a chug. "Probably has a solid three inches on a good day! Not that it matters, no girl would sleep with him anyway. Too bad he didn't take me up on my offer; it'd be the best lay of his life!"

I could just make out the look of total humiliation as Keith walked down the stairs. Everyone was still staring at him. I could see the top of his horns as he reached the ground, and he stopped. Then they started to go back up. Angry hooves stomped up the wooden steps and across the deck.

Alphonso had already sat next to one of the girls and had to turn around as Keith walked up to him.

"I thought you left? Or is your memory as short as your dick?"

"Let's do this," the furious ram huffed.

The lion just shook his head and stood up. He was a good foot taller than Keith, and dwarfed him in almost every dimension. "We will need a judge." The lion looked down at the cat in a bikini, and held out his paw. She giggled as he helped her up.

"The rules will be simple," Alphonso said in his charming accent to the crowd. "We will walk five paces, turn, and flash. Trousers to the floor. Whoever is biggest, wins. Whoever is smallest, bends over and takes it like the little bitch they are, right here, right now." He turned back to the ram. "Agreed?"

Keith huffed and nodded.

The lion smiled as he looked down at the shaking ram.

They turned back to back.

"One!" the lion said, taking a step forward, followed by Keith in the opposite direction.

"Two!"

I nudged Brian, who ignored me.

"Three!"

Keith untied his robe. His hands shook as he looked around at the eyes on him.

"Four!"

A flash of a camera went off, and Keith tensed up. He slid his thumbs under the waistband of his red speedo.

"FIVE!"

The entire world was dead silent. It was like it happened in slow motion. Alphonso had already stepped out of his jammers and turned around by the time Keith was bent over with his speedo around his knees. As he arched back up, he was face to face with a sea of cellphone cameras. He turned around.

There was no comparison. Keith had lost by a good three inches. He wasn't a bad size, mostly balls (as rams tend to be), but he was clearly stuffing the rest. Some quick footwork on his part left the speedo in a messy pile so I couldn't see what he had used.

Keith just stood there, looking at the lion before him. It was a truly beautiful sight. The guy should really have gone into porn. He was ripped from head to toe, and man oh man, the package was truly the best I think I'll ever see. Monuments should be built to that thick, heavy cock. All of the stories were clearly true.

But, back to Keith. He stood there, clearly humiliated, frozen, not knowing what to do.

The cat in the bikini giggled again and pointed towards Alphonso, followed quickly by a mix of cheers and laughter.

"Ready to be my little bitch?" the lion said, walking towards the ram.

Like a bolt of lightning, that heavy member swinging towards him made Keith jump back to reality.

"Wait! NO! I... I need to be hard!" Keith stumbled backwards on his speedo, falling on his butt with his legs spread open. The lion stood over him, raising an eyebrow. "I'm - I'm a grower!" the ram stuttered out.

Alphonso rolled his eyes. "Fine. Biggest while hard, wins. I'll need to be hard to fuck you anyway."

The lion's large paw wrapped around the base of his soft dick and bounced it, laughing as he turned around.

Keith let the robe fall off of him as he stood back up, closing his eyes as he started pulling. The crowds attention was clearly more on the lion. It was impressive watching him massage that tool. Almost beautiful, in a way.

After about a minute of stroking, both of them were hard. The ram hadn't lied. He was indeed a grower and they appeared to be almost the same size. As they stood facing each other, naked to the world, their cocks sticking straight out in the breeze, the cat in the bikini shifted her eyes between the two. It was a close call. The look of confusion took over her face and she shrugged.

"Can you like... get closer?" she asked, motioning with her fingers to have them side by side.

The lion sighed in annoyance as he walked up to the ram. He had to bend his knees as they lined up their dicks next to each other, close enough to compare, but far enough not to accidentally touch. The cat leaned in close, looking at them at eye level, examining the sizable rods. "Well, you're a little thicker" she said, pointing to Alphonso. " But he has bigger balls."

"Length is all that matters," the lion said, getting annoyed with her indiscretion.

The cat squinted. "Well... They're both pretty long... Maybe-"

"Uhhhg!" the lion grunted as he grabbed the dicks and squeezed them together side by side. All three looked down at the quarter inch gap between the lions hip and Keith's tip. "There. I am longer." The lion smirked in the rams face. "Bend over, bitch."

The cat threw up her arms and walked off, joining her laughing friends. Alphonso released their dicks and stared Keith straight in the eye. You could see Keith start to shake. The lion's large paws reached up and pressed down on the ram's shoulders, forcing Keith to his knees.

Keith looked at the pulsing cock in front of his face and closed his eyes. The lion grabbed the base of his long cock and pressed it to the ram's lips.

"The wetter you get it, the better it'll feel. So do a good job."

Keith reluctantly opened his mouth. Alphonso placed one steady paw between the curly, polished horns and slowly pushed in. Keith wasn't expecting it to be so thick and winced as it filled up his mouth and pressed against the back of his throat. Muffled gagging sounds came from the ram, and you could actually see the dick go down his throat before he frantically grabbed his neck.

With a grunt, the lion pulled back, leaving the ram coughing and heaving, trying to catch his breath as he held himself up. Alphonso's cock bobbed, glistening in the dim light. He twirled his finger at Keith to turn around.

Keith wiped his mouth off as he balanced enough to stand back up. The lion grabbed his hips, turned him around, and lead him over to a wooden table. He pressed on his back and pushed him forward. His hooves just barely reached the floor as he gripped the sides as tight as he could, knowing what was about to happen. His large balls hung between his legs, covering his now limp dick. His cream colored ass clenched in worried anticipation.

Alphonso huffed a quick laugh as he lined up his cock under the stubby tail. With a loud yelp, Keith's ass was spread wide by the intruding cock trying to push through.

"Loosen up, I can't get in!" Alphonso said, trying to get a better grip on the ram's hips.

Keith just tensed and yelled. He wasn't about to loosen up anytime soon, but Alphonso didn't seem like much of a quitter.

"Would you... Uhhg" Alphonso grunted, trying to shove in. "Just... Fuck!" The lion's dick slipped up and past the ram's tail, making Alphonso slam into Keith, and the tabled creak as it swayed from the weight shift. "Look here, you little bitch" Alphonso huffed, lining his dick up again. "You lost, now I get my prize!"

"WAIT!" a new voice yelled, making me jump as it came from right next to me.

Everyone looked over to where I was. I looked over at Brian, who was standing up in the pool. Everything was still and quiet. Just the sloshing of the water against the sides of the pool could be heard as Brian slowly made his way over to the deck through the water. With a splash, he hoisted himself up and onto the wood. He stood there, dripping, Alphonso glaring, and Keith looking confused and scared.

"What the fuck do you want?" Alphonso growled at the waterlogged, gangly rat.

Brian took off his sunglasses. "You're doing it wrong,"

I could see Alphonso mouth a 'what?' in confusion as the tall, thin rodent walked up to him. "Besides, your contest was dumb."

The lion looked at the rat like he was crazy. He was still pushing against the ram's ass with his cock when Brian waved his hands to shoo the lion away. Alphonso released his grip and stood back, just as curious as he was confused.

Keith started to push himself back up.

"No," Brian said, pointing at the ram. "You stay there. You're still a losing little bitch."

The words were clearly something Brian had wanted to say for at least a semester, and their stinging truth made the crowd laugh.

"This contest is stupid," Brian continued when the crowd settled down, "Because you both lost."

"What do you mean?" Alphonso said, defensibly, puffing out his chest, getting closer to the rat. Brian was a couple of inches taller than the lion, which made the proud lion standing up to the hunched over rat a comical sight.

"Back off Luigi," (Brian never was good with names). "I mean, I beat both of you."

Alphonso squinted his eyes, looking down at the rat's board sorts, which had started to bulge out in front of him.

Brian tugged down on the front of his shorts and let an absolutely massive cock flop out. You could hear people gasp as it swung, still getting hard.

Alphonso huffed and walked off, yelling something in Italian.

Brian looked back at Keith, who was still fearfully gripping the sides of the table. He gave him a wink, as he pulled along his shaft, getting it hard.

At this point, I was completely stunned with my jaw against my chest. I couldn't believe that Brian was packing all that heat, much less that the shy rat I had known had just whipped it out in front of half of the school. I really should have gotten a picture.

Brian's stare didn't break with Keith as his shaft grew in his paw. I swear I saw someone pass out. Brian walked up behind the ram, and placed a paw on the small of his back.

"I've been wanting to do this for a very long time," he whispered just long enough for the ram to hear and tense up again. "Loosen up if you ever want to shit again." Brian leaned forward, lifting the ram's tail, and spitting on the tight red pucker with all the expertise of a well-seasoned mechanic. I suspect that Brian had left out a very important detail in our friendship over the years..,

Keith's eyes closed and his muscles unclenched just a bit as he felt the tip press against him. Then came the yelling again as Brian pushed forward.

I hadn't quite heard anything like it before; a sharp scream, followed by a deep yell that ended in a moan. I caught myself tilting my head to get a better view. Maybe there was some detail I hadn't told myself either.

That shaft rocked back and forth into that ram like a smoothly running engine. With nothing but spit and willpower, Brian had managed to shove over half of his length into the squirming ram. A detail that was hard to ignore was that the ram was fully hard, with glistening pre dripping from his tip. It was kinda hot, honestly.

Keith's yells had softened a bit. His grip was still just as firm, but he was biting his lip. A suppressed moan would occasionally slip out as Brian shoved another half inch in. He was almost all the way down, and I looked over at Alphonso. He had his paw on the back of the cats head as he softly thrust into her face. His concentration on the scene in front of him, and not the topless girl sucking his cock was mostly unnoticed by the crowd, who seemed to have a similar level of arousal.

Brian's shifting hips caught my eye again. He was pounding the poor ram, making the heavy wooden table screech sharply across the deck with each thrust. Keith wasn't trying to hold in the moans anymore. His hooves were off the ground and wrapping around Brian's knees, twitching in restrained pleasure.

A heavy shove to my back sent me forward in the water from the side of the pool. I looked to see the back of one of the deer's head as he put his weight against the frame, panting heavily and looking down.

"Fuck, Bro, why didn't you tell me?" he said as people around him looked down in shocked interest.

I stepped backward and felt something rush behind me. I caught a bare breast out of the corner of my eye as a heard of bodies climbed into the pool, stripping off their bathing suits. I steadily inched over to the ladder, and had to dart out of the way as a wolf with a raging erection hurried up and past me, almost hitting me in the face with it.

I climbed up and over, just in time to see an attractive mink stripping out of her bikini, before locking eyes with a rhino with his hand down his shorts. He took a few steps towards me, before I bolted out of there.

I stood back, watching the pool overflow as nude bodies flooded into it. It was a sea of fur, dicks, tits and asses. And right at the center was Brian, fucking the shit out of Keith.

A thick stream of cum leaked from the Ram down onto the planks of the deck. Brian hunched forward, pushing his hips deep into the ram. He gently thrust in before pulling out. Keith twitched as his ass leaked down onto his swinging balls. Brian wiped his cock on the ram's thigh and stuffed his half hard cock back into his board shorts. He turned, and walked off, stepping over bodies, making his way down the stairs and over to me.

We watched the massive orgy in front of us. Keith still hadn't moved.

"Is he dead?" I asked.

"Not quite. But he won't be able to sit for a while. Never clench down." He put on his sunglasses and looked at me.

"Thanks... I'll remember that for next time," I said, nervously shifting.

"Need your dick sucked?" he casually asked as if he was offering a cigarette.

"I'm... uhh, I'm good."

"Ok." He looked back at the pile of thrashing bodies.

We walked back to the tree, got our clothes, and headed to the car in completely silence.

About halfway back to the school, I asked "Are you-?", nervously gripping the wheel.

"Yes."

"Ok."

That next Monday, most of the school avoided eye contact. I'm guessing all of the photos and videos had been deleted, as I never saw anyone every post anything. In fact, I've never heard anyone talk about it since.

But, I do know that Brian's classes didn't have as many annoying cocky blurts after that. I also know that at least once a week Brian gets a text asking "What's up?" from a certain ram. I also, also know that it is a good thing that Brian graduated when he did, because now both the girls and guys had to deal with a desperate, annoying sophomore at Axel's the next year.

Some things never change.