{"sf1_id":1138921,"sf2_id":"rnax02Lm","title":"Bragging Rights","author":"Otter Miqmah","words":5592,"posted_at":"2017-02-06T08:57:00.000Z","tags":["Adult","Anal","Athlete","Bad Language","Bareback","Bicurious","Bisexual","Blowjob","Bulge","College","Coming Out","Cum","Cumming","Cumshot","Deep Throat","Deep Thrust","Dick","Drama","Ejaculation","Erection","Exhibitionism","Forced","Friendship","Fucking","Gay","Goth","Group","Hard-On","Humiliation","Interspecies","Lion","M/M","Male","N/C","Night","Non-Consensual","Nudity","Oral","Orgy","Outdoors","Party","Party/Concert","Penetration","Pool","Pre","Precum","Pseudo-Rape/NC","Public","Ram","Rat","Rough","School","Semi Consensual","Semi NC","Size Queen","Speedo","Swimming Pool","Swimsuit"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1138921-bragging-rights","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rnax02Lm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/70/1e/701e0252-ecc2-4e0a-b16f-83cc988e6e76","description":"A small town college town finds out what happens when a \"cocky\" ram comes to a pool party to show off.","content":"  \nHello everyone! It's been a while since I've written, so I apologize for any editing mistakes \\\u003e\\\u003c As usual, no one under 18, use a condom, don't do drugs, stay in school, and enjoy the story!\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nBragging Rights\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nBy Miqmah  \n  \n  \n  \nSo, I don't normally write things like this, much less submit them to adult magazines, but this story was worth\u0026nbsp;  \nsharing. My name is Ian, long time reader, first time writer, so forgive me if this is a little rough.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nIt all started a couple of years ago, back when I was in college. I think I was a Junior, or maybe a Sophomore.\u0026nbsp;  \nIt was a fairly small school, so people mixed and it was hard to keep track. It was in rural Wisconsin in a town\u0026nbsp;  \nthat tripled its size during the school year, so there was not much to do (except each other, that is). It's the\u0026nbsp;  \nkind of place where the cops didn't bother much with small stuff, because everyone was doing small stuff and\u0026nbsp;  \nthere wouldn't be anyone left is they actually enforced anything. Besides, without speeding and drinking, we'd\u0026nbsp;  \nall die of boredom in this corn-infested hell hole. As long as no one actually died, you could get away with just\u0026nbsp;  \nabout anything.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nNow, when you go to a small school in the middle of a rural wasteland, personalities tend to get magnified a\u0026nbsp;  \nbit. The preps get more preppy, the jocks get a little too much into sports; you know what I mean. It's sort of\u0026nbsp;  \nlike everyone is trying to be the big fish in a small pond. That little extra effort to stand out among the corn\u0026nbsp;  \nstalks gets you noticed, and everyone wants to be noticed. This also means that personality clashes tend to\u0026nbsp;  \nbe bigger too. Everyone has to be a badass in a town where a gun rack comes complimentary in every pickup.\u0026nbsp;  \nMix that with a little underage drinking, and maybe, finally, we can get something that the cops might come for.\u0026nbsp;  \nYou could pretty much count on a good brawl every weekend. The best place to catch a brawl was the local\u0026nbsp;  \n\"pub\". But that was more old guys getting in fights over dumb stuff, and mostly just ended with one of them\u0026nbsp;  \ntripping over a bar stool and knocking himself out. Funny, but about as entertaining as watching slugs battle.\u0026nbsp;  \nThe real zest of life came from when the youthful bodies clashed. Local legend says that someone got their\u0026nbsp;  \narm ripped off once over a spilled brewsky, but like fish stories, it gets a little worse each drunken time it's told\u0026nbsp;  \nat a party.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nNow, before the snow takes over, there are only two places to be on a Friday night; at home with a girl, or at\u0026nbsp;  \nAxels trying to pick one up. Axel's is a Midwest marvel. No one really knows who owns the place, but it's\u0026nbsp;  \nalways there. It's about 15 minutes out of town in the woods, far from anything else. It's a small house (if you\u0026nbsp;  \ncan even call it that), enough parking for the mostly-sober-cab cars, and the main feature, a big above ground\u0026nbsp;  \nswimming pool with a deck. The water has seen more youthful love than the 70s combined, but after your\u0026nbsp;  \nfourth cup of keg beer, you learn to get over it and enjoy the wet fun. The place is always thumping with\u0026nbsp;  \nmusic, and I have never once seen the bar table even come close to dry. In Wisconsin, we take BYOB as a\u0026nbsp;  \nreligious commandment, so there is plenty to share. With half a campus drinking and dancing, there is never a\u0026nbsp;  \ndull night.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nAnyway, back to the night when it all happened. It was a typical Friday night. We were about a month from\u0026nbsp;  \nthe end of the school year. The winter was gone, spring was on its way out, and the nights were at the perfect\u0026nbsp;  \ntemperature for staying out until early in the morning. I have always had a hard time making friends. I tend to\u0026nbsp;  \nkeep to myself. But, occasionally, I meet someone and we click, you know? Well, that was Brian. Brian was\u0026nbsp;  \nthe 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\u0026nbsp;  \nwas the poster child for Hot Topic. He was a tall rat, maybe six foot five. It was hard to tell since he had a\u0026nbsp;  \nhabit of slouching. He had purple and black hair that hung in his face, and two oversized ears (he claimed it\u0026nbsp;  \nwas from a great grandmother mouse in his family that passed them on), which were edged in an array of\u0026nbsp;  \npiercings and plugs. His lip and nose were pierced too, and he had a few tattoos that would flash through the\u0026nbsp;  \nripped and safety-pinned holes of his hoodie. He was a few years older than me, and was about to graduate at\u0026nbsp;  \nthe end of the year with a degree in nursing (as odd as it sounded, he was pretty good whenever I accidentally\u0026nbsp;  \nhurt myself). As with most seniors about to graduate, he just didn't give a shit about the underclassmen.\u0026nbsp;  \nExcept for me. I never really understood why. He didn't have many friends either. Maybe it was a friendship of\u0026nbsp;  \nlonely convenience. Either way, he was tall, scary, and quiet.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nThe polar opposite of Brian was Keith. Keith was a shot little ram who tried to make up for it with his ego. He\u0026nbsp;  \nwas good looking and popular, or at least, that's what he wanted you to think; I never did see him come WITH\u0026nbsp;  \nanyone to these parties... or leave. He would polish his horns regularly, and kept his beard trimmed well. He\u0026nbsp;  \nwas toned, and was known for wearing muscle shirts even in winter to show off the fact. When he wasn't in\u0026nbsp;  \nclass, or trying to pick up girls at parties, he was usually in the gym, plopped in front of a mirror watching\u0026nbsp;  \nhimself. When he was in class, he was the unfortunate know-nothing know-it-all, constantly trying to seem\u0026nbsp;  \nsmarter than he was (which was not very smart) with every blurt he could cram in. It is important to know\u0026nbsp;  \nthat Keith was a freshman. More specifically, a freshman in a class that Brian also had to be in due to an\u0026nbsp;  \noversight in his graduation plan. As you can imagine, after three months of Brian having to interact with Keith,\u0026nbsp;  \nhe was not on his list of favorite people.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nIt was probably around 10pm when we pulled up to Axel's. The party was just starting to pick up as more\u0026nbsp;  \npeople funneled in. The reality of finals had just started to grip our minds, and everyone was either out to get\u0026nbsp;  \none last good party in before hitting the books, or celebrating another failed semester before their financial aid\u0026nbsp;  \ngot cut off. It was customary to wear your swim wear to the party (house rules said clothing optional in the\u0026nbsp;  \npool only), and while Brian and I usually just went to drink, we thought we'd try to sneak in some water time\u0026nbsp;  \nbefore it got too crowded. With no nearby lakes, it was this or nothing. Brian managed to still look menacing\u0026nbsp;  \nin a pair of black board shorts (and his hoodie of course), with his long skinny pale grey legs sticking out and a\u0026nbsp;  \npair of round black sunglasses that he wore on the edge of his elongated nose; a true goth at the beach look.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nWhen we went around back to the pool, there were a few clusters of people laughing and splashing in the\u0026nbsp;  \nwater, but it was wide open for the most part. I pulled off my shirt and hung it on a tree, and Brian unzipped\u0026nbsp;  \nhis hoodie and hung it on a high branch. It was one of the few times anyone got to see the full extent of his\u0026nbsp;  \ntattoos. Most of his chest and arms were covered in all sorts of designs of skulls and demons. He looked like\u0026nbsp;  \nan illustration from Dante's Inferno wrapped in fur. If it weren't for the intimidating imagery, his thin frame\u0026nbsp;  \nwould seem weak and frail.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nWe climbed over the wall of the pool and dipped in. A group of giggling girls silently moved to the other side of\u0026nbsp;  \nthe pool. One of the downsides of having a best friend who scares people is that he makes a terrible wingman.\u0026nbsp;  \nNot that I'd have much of a chance with them anyway. We got ourselves comfortable in our spot, and Brian let\u0026nbsp;  \nhis long arms drape over the edge of the pool. The soft thumping of the music from the house mixed with the\u0026nbsp;  \nambient noise of conversation around us. It was easy enough to tune out if you wanted to. I remember\u0026nbsp;  \nclosing my eyes, letting myself feel weightless in the water, just trying to relax and get my mind off of Calc 304,\u0026nbsp;  \nwhen I heard a very loud \"PARTY'S HERE!\"  \n  \nI opened my eyes and saw Brian staring intently across the pool.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nA ram with sleek horns was making his way towards the pool, winking at people as he passed. He was wearing\u0026nbsp;  \na bathrobe, open just enough for his tan muscular chest to poke though. Brian let out a little sigh before\u0026nbsp;  \npushing his sunglasses up to his eyes and leaning his head back, sinking a little further into the water.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nI watched the ram get distracted by a mink in a yellow bikini before turning my head back. Out of the corner of\u0026nbsp;  \nmy eye, I watched him strut around her, making her spin in circles trying to avoid him. There is something\u0026nbsp;  \nabout watching a guy suck at picking up girls that makes it too entertaining not to watch. After about two\u0026nbsp;  \nminutes of this poor mink doing everything but dumping her beer on the ram to get rid of him, he finally picked\u0026nbsp;  \nup the clue and started to head over to the pool again. Just as he reached the edge, a group called him over.\u0026nbsp;  \nHe smirked and sauntered over across the lawn, far away enough that I couldn't hear what they were saying,\u0026nbsp;  \nso I quickly lost interest and closed my eyes again.  \n  \nJust as I was finding my zen in the water, a distant burst of laughter made my eyes shoot open. Keith was\u0026nbsp;  \nstomping away from the group, looking frustrated, but trying to still maintain some level of cool. I felt a little\u0026nbsp;  \nbad for him. He had also acquired a red cup of something while my eyes were closed. He stood in the lawn for\u0026nbsp;  \na while lost in his head, sipping from the cup before remembering about the pool and walking over.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nBrian was still draped on the edge of the pool, zoned out to the world. I thought about nudging him to watch\u0026nbsp;  \nthe humiliation, but figured he had had enough already.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nKeith climbed up the stairs to the wooden deck at the other side of the pool. There were a scattering of pool\u0026nbsp;  \nchairs and tables that had seen better days, mostly filled with girls laying around, gossiping about boys and\u0026nbsp;  \neach other. He tugged his robe open a little more and walked up to the railing behind the chairs, leaning and\u0026nbsp;  \ntrying to look uninterested in hopes someone would talk to him.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nAfter a few minutes of being ignored by his oblivious female audience, he cleared his throat. One of the female\u0026nbsp;  \ncats' ears tilted towards him, but shifted back with no other indication that they had any idea he was even\u0026nbsp;  \nthere. Clearly frustrated, the ram shifted and cleared his throat again. Still nothing. He got up from the\u0026nbsp;  \nrailing, and walked around the chairs to the other side, making sure he was in direct eye line of at least two of\u0026nbsp;  \nthe girls. There was an empty lounge chair in front of where he was standing, so he walked up to it, turned\u0026nbsp;  \naround, gave an over exaggerated stretch before dropped his robe, revealing a pair of very tight red speedos.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nThis had caught the attention of the girls, but not the attention he was looking for. They had all gone silent,\u0026nbsp;  \nand were irritably staring at him. He turned around and their eyes got wide when a giant bulge flopped\u0026nbsp;  \nbetween his legs. This thing was massive. The fabric was straining just holding it in place.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\"What the fuck?\" one of the girls remarked.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nAt this point, I couldn't take it anymore and poked Brian in the ribs, which make him jump and splash water on\u0026nbsp;  \nme in annoyance. I pointed at the ram who was now flexing for the girls, his package jiggling with each\u0026nbsp;  \nmovement.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\"What the hell?\" Brian said under his breath as he looked over his sunglasses.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\"I know, right?\" I said, trying to hold in my laughter.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nThe girls began exchanging looks with each other, and Keith sat down on the lounge chair, letting his oversized\u0026nbsp;  \njunk hang over the side. \"How are you ladies tonight?\"\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\"Just... fine,\" said the female cat, pulling her eyes up to his face briefly.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nI looked over at Brian, who had an eyebrow raised, trying to assess the scene in front of him. \"It's fake,\" he\u0026nbsp;  \nsaid, before leaning his head back over the edge of the pool.  \n  \n\"Do you think?\" I asked, realizing that I had just spent a minute staring closely at another guys junk.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\"Yeah.\" Brian settled into a comfortable spot again. \"I know these things.\"  \n  \n\"But...\" I said, squinting to get a better view. \"It looks so real. I mean... I mean not to sound gay, but look at\u0026nbsp;  \nhow heavy it looks. I can see the outline of his dick and everything.\"\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nBrian just gave me a 'Really?' look and rolled his eyes.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nBy now, the ram was laying back in the chair, chatting with the girls. His legs were spread open and his\u0026nbsp;  \nmassive dick was just slouching down between them. It was also obvious that other people had started to\u0026nbsp;  \nnotice too, and a small crowd was gathering close enough to not make it apparent that they were watching.\u0026nbsp;  \nKeith rolled onto his side, and his package flopped down onto the chair over his thigh. You could see the girls\u0026nbsp;  \neyes follow it in curious horror of if it was real or not.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\"Put that cucumber back in your mom's refrigerator!\" someone yelled nearby. A tall, very buff lion walked up to\u0026nbsp;  \nthe deck towards the girls. This was Alphonso. Alphonso was known for being the jock of the school. He was\u0026nbsp;  \non three to five different sports teams at any given time, and it showed. He was in a pair of jammers and you\u0026nbsp;  \ncould tell what was real on him. Not that you needed the visual proof. He was well known as a lady pleaser,\u0026nbsp;  \nand it wasn't just from his Italian accent.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\"I don't know what you're talking about,\" Keith scoffed, turning his head.  \n  \n\"Yeah right,\" The lion said, walking through the girls and up towards Keith. \"Then what is that?\" He pointed\u0026nbsp;  \ntowards the red mass hanging off the ram's lap.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\"That's my dick, bro,\" Keith said, defensively.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nI looked over at Brian. I had seen my fair share of fights at Axel's, but I had never seen one over dick size\u0026nbsp;  \nbefore. I couldn't believe he was missing out on watching this. Of course, with those ears, I'm sure he was\u0026nbsp;  \nlistening to the whole thing.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nThe lion glared at him before lunging for it with a large paw  \n  \n\"Woah!\" Keith said, jumping up from the chair, and trying to cover his crotch with his hand. \"I don't swing that\u0026nbsp;  \nway, bro.\"  \n  \nThe lion just rolled his eyes, and lunged for it again, determined to prove that it was a fake.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nBy now, the entire party had gathered around the pool. Hundreds of eyes watched at the lion took swings at\u0026nbsp;  \nthe ram's hips. A benefit of being short like Keith was that he was able to dart out of the way quickly.  \n  \n\"This is my dick!\" the ram shouted, now up against the railing.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nThe lion stood back. \"Oh yeah? Prove it.\"  \n  \n\"What!?\" Keith looked around at everyone staring at him. \"No!\"  \n  \nThe lion put his hands on his hips. \"Then it's a fake. You're probably actually tiny. It'd fit with everything else\u0026nbsp;  \nabout you.\"  \n  \nThe crowd laughed.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\"No, man, I'm huge... Bigger than you!\"  \n  \nThe lion chuckled. \"Yeah?\" He looked down at his own impressive bulge. \"I think I smell a bet!\"  \n  \n\"What?\" Keith looked around nervously. He clearly was way in over his head.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\"Yeah.\" The lion smirked. \"Whoever is bigger wins.\"  \n  \n\"W-wins what?\"  \n  \n\"Winner fucks the loser,\" the lion said smugly.  \n  \n\"Fuck no!\"\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\"Then you're a liar with a tiny dick.\" Alphonso crossed his arms, feeling he had made his point.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nYou could hear murmurs in the crowd.  \n  \nKeith looked nervous as he weighed his options. His eyes darted between the lion and his bathrobe still sitting\u0026nbsp;  \non the chair.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\"Fuck this,\" Keith said, grabbing his robe, throwing it on and angrily tying it shut with shaking hands. He blew\u0026nbsp;  \npast the smirking lion, across the deck and headed towards the stairs. The now silent crowd moved out of his\u0026nbsp;  \nway.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\"Everyone knows it anyway,\" Alphonso said to no one in particular. \"He's just a big prick with a little prick.\"\u0026nbsp;  \nEveryone laughed. A couple of deer in tank tops behind me even raised their cups before taking a chug.\u0026nbsp;  \n\"Probably has a solid three inches on a good day! Not that it matters, no girl would sleep with him anyway.\u0026nbsp;  \nToo bad he didn't take me up on my offer; it'd be the best lay of his life!\"  \n  \nI could just make out the look of total humiliation as Keith walked down the stairs. Everyone was still staring\u0026nbsp;  \nat him. I could see the top of his horns as he reached the ground, and he stopped. Then they started to go\u0026nbsp;  \nback up. Angry hooves stomped up the wooden steps and across the deck.  \n  \nAlphonso had already sat next to one of the girls and had to turn around as Keith walked up to him.  \n  \n\"I thought you left? Or is your memory as short as your dick?\"  \n  \n\"Let's do this,\" the furious ram huffed.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nThe lion just shook his head and stood up. He was a good foot taller than Keith, and dwarfed him in almost\u0026nbsp;  \nevery dimension. \"We will need a judge.\" The lion looked down at the cat in a bikini, and held out his paw.\u0026nbsp;  \nShe giggled as he helped her up.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\"The rules will be simple,\" Alphonso said in his charming accent to the crowd. \"We will walk five paces, turn,\u0026nbsp;  \nand flash. Trousers to the floor. Whoever is biggest, wins. Whoever is smallest, bends over and takes it like\u0026nbsp;  \nthe little bitch they are, right here, right now.\" He turned back to the ram. \"Agreed?\"\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nKeith huffed and nodded.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nThe lion smiled as he looked down at the shaking ram.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nThey turned back to back.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\"One!\" the lion said, taking a step forward, followed by Keith in the opposite direction.  \n  \n\"Two!\"  \n  \nI nudged Brian, who ignored me.  \n  \n\"Three!\"  \n  \nKeith untied his robe. His hands shook as he looked around at the eyes on him.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\"Four!\"  \n  \nA flash of a camera went off, and Keith tensed up. He slid his thumbs under the waistband of his red speedo.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\"FIVE!\"  \n  \nThe entire world was dead silent. It was like it happened in slow motion. Alphonso had already stepped out of\u0026nbsp;  \nhis jammers and turned around by the time Keith was bent over with his speedo around his knees. As he\u0026nbsp;  \narched back up, he was face to face with a sea of cellphone cameras. He turned around.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nThere was no comparison. Keith had lost by a good three inches. He wasn't a bad size, mostly balls (as rams\u0026nbsp;  \ntend to be), but he was clearly stuffing the rest. Some quick footwork on his part left the speedo in a messy\u0026nbsp;  \npile so I couldn't see what he had used.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nKeith just stood there, looking at the lion before him. It was a truly beautiful sight. The guy should really have\u0026nbsp;  \ngone into porn. He was ripped from head to toe, and man oh man, the package was truly the best I think I'll\u0026nbsp;  \never see. Monuments should be built to that thick, heavy cock. All of the stories were clearly true.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nBut, back to Keith. He stood there, clearly humiliated, frozen, not knowing what to do.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nThe cat in the bikini giggled again and pointed towards Alphonso, followed quickly by a mix of cheers and\u0026nbsp;  \nlaughter.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\"Ready to be my little bitch?\" the lion said, walking towards the ram.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nLike a bolt of lightning, that heavy member swinging towards him made Keith jump back to reality.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\"Wait! NO! I... I need to be hard!\" Keith stumbled backwards on his speedo, falling on his butt with his legs\u0026nbsp;  \nspread open. The lion stood over him, raising an eyebrow. \"I'm - I'm a grower!\" the ram stuttered out.  \n  \nAlphonso rolled his eyes. \"Fine. Biggest while hard, wins. I'll need to be hard to fuck you anyway.\"  \n  \nThe lion's large paw wrapped around the base of his soft dick and bounced it, laughing as he turned around.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nKeith let the robe fall off of him as he stood back up, closing his eyes as he started pulling. The crowds\u0026nbsp;  \nattention was clearly more on the lion. It was impressive watching him massage that tool. Almost beautiful, in\u0026nbsp;  \na way.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nAfter about a minute of stroking, both of them were hard. The ram hadn't lied. He was indeed a grower and\u0026nbsp;  \nthey appeared to be almost the same size. As they stood facing each other, naked to the world, their cocks\u0026nbsp;  \nsticking straight out in the breeze, the cat in the bikini shifted her eyes between the two. It was a close call.\u0026nbsp;  \nThe look of confusion took over her face and she shrugged.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\"Can you like... get closer?\" she asked, motioning with her fingers to have them side by side.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nThe lion sighed in annoyance as he walked up to the ram. He had to bend his knees as they lined up their dicks\u0026nbsp;  \nnext to each other, close enough to compare, but far enough not to accidentally touch. The cat leaned in\u0026nbsp;  \nclose, looking at them at eye level, examining the sizable rods. \"Well, you're a little thicker\" she said, pointing\u0026nbsp;  \nto Alphonso. \" But he has bigger balls.\"  \n  \n\"Length is all that matters,\" the lion said, getting annoyed with her indiscretion.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nThe cat squinted. \"Well... They're both pretty long... Maybe-\"  \n  \n\"Uhhhg!\" the lion grunted as he grabbed the dicks and squeezed them together side by side. All three looked\u0026nbsp;  \ndown at the quarter inch gap between the lions hip and Keith's tip. \"There. I am longer.\" The lion smirked in\u0026nbsp;  \nthe rams face. \"Bend over, bitch.\"  \n  \nThe cat threw up her arms and walked off, joining her laughing friends. Alphonso released their dicks and\u0026nbsp;  \nstared Keith straight in the eye. You could see Keith start to shake. The lion's large paws reached up and\u0026nbsp;  \npressed down on the ram's shoulders, forcing Keith to his knees.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nKeith looked at the pulsing cock in front of his face and closed his eyes. The lion grabbed the base of his long\u0026nbsp;  \ncock and pressed it to the ram's lips.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\"The wetter you get it, the better it'll feel. So do a good job.\"\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nKeith reluctantly opened his mouth. Alphonso placed one steady paw between the curly, polished horns and\u0026nbsp;  \nslowly pushed in. Keith wasn't expecting it to be so thick and winced as it filled up his mouth and pressed\u0026nbsp;  \nagainst the back of his throat. Muffled gagging sounds came from the ram, and you could actually see the\u0026nbsp;  \ndick go down his throat before he frantically grabbed his neck.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nWith a grunt, the lion pulled back, leaving the ram coughing and heaving, trying to catch his breath as he held\u0026nbsp;  \nhimself up. Alphonso's cock bobbed, glistening in the dim light. He twirled his finger at Keith to turn around.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nKeith wiped his mouth off as he balanced enough to stand back up. The lion grabbed his hips, turned him\u0026nbsp;  \naround, and lead him over to a wooden table. He pressed on his back and pushed him forward. His hooves\u0026nbsp;  \njust barely reached the floor as he gripped the sides as tight as he could, knowing what was about to happen.\u0026nbsp;  \nHis large balls hung between his legs, covering his now limp dick. His cream colored ass clenched in worried\u0026nbsp;  \nanticipation.  \n  \nAlphonso huffed a quick laugh as he lined up his cock under the stubby tail. With a loud yelp, Keith's ass was\u0026nbsp;  \nspread wide by the intruding cock trying to push through.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\"Loosen up, I can't get in!\" Alphonso said, trying to get a better grip on the ram's hips.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nKeith just tensed and yelled. He wasn't about to loosen up anytime soon, but Alphonso didn't seem like much\u0026nbsp;  \nof a quitter.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\"Would you... Uhhg\" Alphonso grunted, trying to shove in. \"Just... Fuck!\" The lion's dick slipped up and past\u0026nbsp;  \nthe ram's tail, making Alphonso slam into Keith, and the tabled creak as it swayed from the weight shift. \"Look\u0026nbsp;  \nhere, you little bitch\" Alphonso huffed, lining his dick up again. \"You lost, now I get my prize!\"  \n  \n\"WAIT!\" a new voice yelled, making me jump as it came from right next to me.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nEveryone looked over to where I was. I looked over at Brian, who was standing up in the pool. Everything was\u0026nbsp;  \nstill and quiet. Just the sloshing of the water against the sides of the pool could be heard as Brian slowly made\u0026nbsp;  \nhis way over to the deck through the water. With a splash, he hoisted himself up and onto the wood. He stood\u0026nbsp;  \nthere, dripping, Alphonso glaring, and Keith looking confused and scared.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\"What the fuck do you want?\" Alphonso growled at the waterlogged, gangly rat.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nBrian took off his sunglasses. \"You're doing it wrong,\"  \n  \nI could see Alphonso mouth a 'what?' in confusion as the tall, thin rodent walked up to him. \"Besides, your\u0026nbsp;  \ncontest was dumb.\"  \n  \nThe lion looked at the rat like he was crazy. He was still pushing against the ram's ass with his cock when\u0026nbsp;  \nBrian waved his hands to shoo the lion away. Alphonso released his grip and stood back, just as curious as he\u0026nbsp;  \nwas confused.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nKeith started to push himself back up.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\"No,\" Brian said, pointing at the ram. \"You stay there. You're still a losing little bitch.\"\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nThe words were clearly something Brian had wanted to say for at least a semester, and their stinging truth\u0026nbsp;  \nmade the crowd laugh.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\"This contest is stupid,\" Brian continued when the crowd settled down, \"Because you both lost.\"  \n  \n\"What do you mean?\" Alphonso said, defensibly, puffing out his chest, getting closer to the rat. Brian was a\u0026nbsp;  \ncouple of inches taller than the lion, which made the proud lion standing up to the hunched over rat a comical\u0026nbsp;  \nsight.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\"Back off Luigi,\" (Brian never was good with names). \"I mean, I beat both of you.\"  \n  \nAlphonso squinted his eyes, looking down at the rat's board sorts, which had started to bulge out in front of\u0026nbsp;  \nhim.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nBrian tugged down on the front of his shorts and let an absolutely massive cock flop out. You could hear\u0026nbsp;  \npeople gasp as it swung, still getting hard.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nAlphonso huffed and walked off, yelling something in Italian.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nBrian looked back at Keith, who was still fearfully gripping the sides of the table. He gave him a wink, as he\u0026nbsp;  \npulled along his shaft, getting it hard.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nAt this point, I was completely stunned with my jaw against my chest. I couldn't believe that Brian was\u0026nbsp;  \npacking all that heat, much less that the shy rat I had known had just whipped it out in front of half of the\u0026nbsp;  \nschool. I really should have gotten a picture.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nBrian's stare didn't break with Keith as his shaft grew in his paw. I swear I saw someone pass out. Brian\u0026nbsp;  \nwalked up behind the ram, and placed a paw on the small of his back.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\"I've been wanting to do this for a very long time,\" he whispered just long enough for the ram to hear and tense\u0026nbsp;  \nup again. \"Loosen up if you ever want to shit again.\" Brian leaned forward, lifting the ram's tail, and spitting\u0026nbsp;  \non the tight red pucker with all the expertise of a well-seasoned mechanic. I suspect that Brian had left out a\u0026nbsp;  \nvery important detail in our friendship over the years..,\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nKeith's eyes closed and his muscles unclenched just a bit as he felt the tip press against him. Then came the\u0026nbsp;  \nyelling again as Brian pushed forward.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nI hadn't quite heard anything like it before; a sharp scream, followed by a deep yell that ended in a moan. I\u0026nbsp;  \ncaught myself tilting my head to get a better view. Maybe there was some detail I hadn't told myself either.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nThat shaft rocked back and forth into that ram like a smoothly running engine. With nothing but spit and\u0026nbsp;  \nwillpower, Brian had managed to shove over half of his length into the squirming ram. A detail that was hard\u0026nbsp;  \nto ignore was that the ram was fully hard, with glistening pre dripping from his tip. It was kinda hot, honestly.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nKeith's yells had softened a bit. His grip was still just as firm, but he was biting his lip. A suppressed moan\u0026nbsp;  \nwould occasionally slip out as Brian shoved another half inch in. He was almost all the way down, and I looked\u0026nbsp;  \nover at Alphonso. He had his paw on the back of the cats head as he softly thrust into her face. His\u0026nbsp;  \nconcentration on the scene in front of him, and not the topless girl sucking his cock was mostly unnoticed by\u0026nbsp;  \nthe crowd, who seemed to have a similar level of arousal.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nBrian's shifting hips caught my eye again. He was pounding the poor ram, making the heavy wooden table\u0026nbsp;  \nscreech sharply across the deck with each thrust. Keith wasn't trying to hold in the moans anymore. His\u0026nbsp;  \nhooves were off the ground and wrapping around Brian's knees, twitching in restrained pleasure.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nA heavy shove to my back sent me forward in the water from the side of the pool. I looked to see the back of\u0026nbsp;  \none of the deer's head as he put his weight against the frame, panting heavily and looking down.  \n  \n\"Fuck, Bro, why didn't you tell me?\" he said as people around him looked down in shocked interest.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nI stepped backward and felt something rush behind me. I caught a bare breast out of the corner of my eye as\u0026nbsp;  \na heard of bodies climbed into the pool, stripping off their bathing suits. I steadily inched over to the ladder,\u0026nbsp;  \nand had to dart out of the way as a wolf with a raging erection hurried up and past me, almost hitting me in\u0026nbsp;  \nthe face with it.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nI climbed up and over, just in time to see an attractive mink stripping out of her bikini, before locking eyes with\u0026nbsp;  \na rhino with his hand down his shorts. He took a few steps towards me, before I bolted out of there.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nI stood back, watching the pool overflow as nude bodies flooded into it. It was a sea of fur, dicks, tits and\u0026nbsp;  \nasses. And right at the center was Brian, fucking the shit out of Keith.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nA thick stream of cum leaked from the Ram down onto the planks of the deck. Brian hunched forward, pushing\u0026nbsp;  \nhis hips deep into the ram. He gently thrust in before pulling out. Keith twitched as his ass leaked down onto\u0026nbsp;  \nhis swinging balls. Brian wiped his cock on the ram's thigh and stuffed his half hard cock back into his board\u0026nbsp;  \nshorts. He turned, and walked off, stepping over bodies, making his way down the stairs and over to me.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nWe watched the massive orgy in front of us. Keith still hadn't moved.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\"Is he dead?\" I asked.  \n  \n\"Not quite. But he won't be able to sit for a while. Never clench down.\" He put on his sunglasses and looked\u0026nbsp;  \nat me.  \n  \n\"Thanks... I'll remember that for next time,\" I said, nervously shifting.  \n  \n\"Need your dick sucked?\" he casually asked as if he was offering a cigarette.  \n  \n\"I'm... uhh, I'm good.\"  \n  \n\"Ok.\" He looked back at the pile of thrashing bodies.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nWe walked back to the tree, got our clothes, and headed to the car in completely silence.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nAbout halfway back to the school, I asked \"Are you-?\", nervously gripping the wheel.  \n  \n\"Yes.\"  \n  \n\"Ok.\"\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nThat next Monday, most of the school avoided eye contact. I'm guessing all of the photos and videos had\u0026nbsp;  \nbeen deleted, as I never saw anyone every post anything. In fact, I've never heard anyone talk about it since.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nBut, I do know that Brian's classes didn't have as many annoying cocky blurts after that. I also know that at\u0026nbsp;  \nleast once a week Brian gets a text asking \"What's up?\" from a certain ram. I also, also know that it is a good\u0026nbsp;  \nthing that Brian graduated when he did, because now both the girls and guys had to deal with a desperate,\u0026nbsp;  \nannoying sophomore at Axel's the next year.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nSome things never change.  \n  \n\n"}