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Splatterfest, as its name might suggest, was going to be the biggest bitch to clean up after the weekend was over.

A sturdy, old airport hangar had been wired for sound, lights, and hundreds of gallons of reactive paint. Stages had been erected in various parts of the hangar for the DJs and Splatterfest crew to put music equipment. Dance cages and poles were put on raised daises for anyone brave enough to show off in front of the crowd.

On the practical side, portable toilets were put in the opposite corners where they'd also set up small, drywalled medical areas in case anyone got hurt or too dehydrated while dancing.

Splatterfest was a huge build with a massive attendance every year. Tickets sold out minutes after going on sale, and scalpers could make a pretty penny on resale.

Askia was one of the lucky few to have gotten tickets at the start, and he'd made sure to snag two to bring Lukas along with him. They'd heard stories of just how wild and crazy the event could be, but nothing could have prepared them for the experience of actually being there.

Lights flickered and danced across the sea of people in colors that one could only imagine. The hangar's poor acoustics had been thwarted by a top-notch sound-crew and the music's bass vibrated the concrete floors.

Attendees were packed into the large hangar like sardines, and they moved back and forth in time to the music. Men and women alike were topless as they grinded together, cheered, and sang to any beat that came on.

On top of all of that was the festival's namesake; gallons upon gallons of light-reactive paint. It sprayed from nozzles in the ceiling, near the stages, and was even on tap for people to fill cheap water guns with.

Even watered-down, the black lights made the liquid glow in neon pinks, oranges, greens, yellows, and blues. It coated everything and everyone. Giant, tribal drums had nozzles aimed at them to go off while some of the crew beat away to a steady beat. Paint flecked off when the mallets hit and rained in small droplets on anyone nearby.

You paid to get messy. You paid for the paint.

Askia's gym shorts had been black at one point, but green and orange paint had soaked through the fabric to make them glow. The wild dog's fur was matted in places from copious amounts of paint splashed on him, and smeared across his body as people danced against him.

Lukas was nearby, dressed in a similar fashion, and painted up just as messily. You couldn't even see his blue markings on his limbs with how liberally he was coated in glowing paint.

They'd been at the festival for nearly six hours and fatigue was finally starting to overcome the exuberant energy. Askia grabbed Lukas' arm and pulled him close, muzzle against his ear so they could hear each other. "I'm starting to get worn out. Wanna go get food and drinks?"

Lukas nodded and turned around, wrapping his arms around the dog's neck and standing up on his toes to press his muzzle into one of the dog's ears. "I could definitely use a break,"

Askia nodded and pulled away, grabbing one of the otter's paws as they began to slide between paint-smeared bodies on their way toward the hangar wall.

It was impossible to walk through the crowd without pressing bodily against virtually everyone along the way, and by the time they'd gotten to the exterior wall they were, exhausted, smeared with every color of paint, and the scent of hundreds of people.

The wild dog pulled Lukas through the crowd towards one of the open exits and into the night. It was the heart of summer with scorching heat during the day, but with the light breeze across paint-soaked fur, the pair shivered and clung together.

"I didn't think that I'd ever be cold in July," Askia muttered, rubbing his paws across his arms and shaking his head.

Lukas chuckled and wrapped his arms around the dog's waist, hugging close. "Mmm, back to the car? Grab some food?"

Askia nodded and the pair walked off across the large lot towards where they'd parked. There were thousands of cars parked in the massive lot, and most had tents set up to provide a place to crash between dancing.

After walking nearly a football-field away they finally found their car. Even with the distance the heavy bass of the music could be heard clearly in the night.

The majority of paint had dried to their fur after the walk and wouldn't be coming out until a nice, hot shower. Lukas popped the trunk and dug around to pull out a couple bottles of water, passing one to the dog.

Askia took it and knocked back half of it in one go. "Mm, that feels great... Do you think we'll go back in there tonight? Or are you done."

The otter chuckled and shook his head, leaning against the trunk of the car. "I don't know, I'm pretty beat. We can just come back tomorrow. It's not that bad of a drive,"

A low whistle from nearby turned both their heads towards the truck next to them where a zebra had sat up from the bed and leaned on the edge. "You two live nearby? I'm jealous,"

Askia laughed and rubbed a paw over the back of his head, trying to ease the tension in his neck. "Ah, yeah, about thirty minutes or so,"

"Oh, cool, we had to drive about four hours," the zebra said, brushing his paint-stained, once-black mane from his face.

"We?" Lukas asked, tempted to stand on his toes to peek into the truck bed, but it was too high for him to do discreetly.

Another zebra, practically identical, sat up from the bed of the trunk and leaned across the first. "Hey," he said, giving a tired wave to the pair.

"Yeah, sorry, didn't mean to be eavesdropping or anything. Just taking a break, but I think we're done for the night. Name's Damian," the first zebra said, extending his paw down from the bed of the truck.

"Sakan," the other zebra added, offering his own paw.

A short round of introductions and handshakes, and the canine leaned on the car to stare up at the two. "So are you guys just camping out here tonight? Or do you have a hotel room nearby?"

Sakan, the second zebra, raised an arm to point off back towards the highway. "Staying at one of the lofts a few miles down the road. Pretty nice rooms, huge showers. Probably going to head on back now to relax, get some drinks and food,"

Damian had a long mane of black hair soaked through with paint, Sakan had a short-cropped mohawk that was similarly stained with glowing paint. "Yeah, I don't think we're going back in there tonight,"

Lukas nodded, yawning. "Us neither. Been here all day, and we ache everywhere,"

Sakan gave a sideways grin to Damian before turning to the pair. "Would you like to come back to the room with us? We've got lots of beer and snacks, and could order a pizza or something."

Askia's raised an eyebrow and looked to the otter, wondering just what the invitation implied. "Lukas?" he asked for confirmation.

The otter just nodded.

"Alright," Askia agreed, looking back up at the twins. "We'll follow you there!"

The concierge at the front desk looked absolutely appalled at the paint-covered group walking through the front door. Bits of reactive paint could be seen along the white tile, though they'd all dried enough to not add to the mess.

None of them had bothered to dress up before entering, and while Askia and Lukas remained fairly modest in their gym shorts, the zebra brothers sported painted, white speedos that left little to the imagination. Neither seemed concerned in the least about their exposure.

The zebras had gotten a suite with a table, chairs, and a few couches and the view overlooked the rest of the city. The group collapsed onto the couches in front of the windows, snacks and beers at hand.

Askia was content to relax, drink, and munch on the snacks the zebras shared, and the conversation was pleasant as they talked about everything that happened at the festival so far.

Sakan appeared to be the more animated of the twins, gesturing wildly with his hands, talking quick and laughing. Damian was quieter, but not shy. He let Sakan do most of the talking, occasionally providing a correction to the Sakan's over exaggeration.

"You should have seen it! Two of them going at it right on the dance floor. Wham! Wham!" Sakan said, standing up from the couch and making lewd thrusts with his hips, package swaying against his speedo. "I thought the girl was gonna break. Guy was thick as my arm,"

Damian chuckled and shook his head, looking over to Askia and Lukas. "He wasn't -that- big, and definitely wasn't going that rough,"

Askia grinned over to Damian. "Not impressed then? Seen bigger?"

Lukas giggled, eyes lingering over Sakan's package before the zebra flopped back down on the couch.

Damian was about to answer, but Sakan took the question. "Bigger? Please. I challenge you to find someone bigger than us," he snorted, gesturing back and forth between himself and his twin.

Both Askia and Lukas' eyebrows went up, surprised, then skeptical. "Uh huh, really?" Lukas asked, looking to Damian to provide the truth of the situation.

Damian grinned and just took a sip of his beer, not saying anything to refute the statement.

The wild dog let out a woofing sound of shock and intrigue, shaking his head. "So uh, you two...? Like, ever..."

"Fuck?" Sakan finished, glancing to his brother with a devilish grin. "I mean, no one knows what you like better than yourself. And when you're twins, you're basically the same person,"

Damian patted his brother's thigh, looking to the wild dog. "A little different, but he's not wrong."

Lukas shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to keep the growing bulge in his shorts hidden. "Uh," he said, clearing his throat. "So, just how big is big?"

Sakan immediately raised both arms out as far as he could and Damian covered his face with a paw and shook his head, laughing. "YOOGE!" he exaggerated, contorting his face in a mocking gesture.

They all laughed and Damian punched Sakan in the arm, shaking his head. "You're a terrible person,"

Sakan finished off his beer and put it on the coffee table with the other trash. "But no, you wanna know? Find out for yourself."

The short-haired zebra stood up and stepped to the other couch where Lukas and Askia were sitting. He hooked his fingers on the edge of his speedo and tugged it down his thighs, revealing a large, black sheath and heavy sac.

Both the otter and dog's breath caught in their throat as the zebra exposed himself. They'd been able to sneak glances at the package through the white fabric, but seeing it revealed was another story.

Lukas' muzzle hung open and he stared at the heavy, soft pouch that held the flaccid zebra member. His own cock was now hard as a rock in his lap, but forgotten for now. "Holy shit,"

Sakan wiggled his hips back and forth, his heavy sac swaying. "Come on, just give it a rub. Find out how big it gets!" he teased.

Neon green and pink paint shone visibly in the wrinkles and folds of the zebra's sheath. Lukas reached up with a paw and cupped the large balls, feeling their weight before moving up along the furry pouch.

Just that simple touch had the zebra's soft shaft dropping out into the open. It was thick indeed, and longer than some people when hard. More paint was visible in the folds of the floppy shaft and Luka gave the soft member a testing squeeze.

Askia just sat there, paws in his lap as he watched the otter fondle a steadily-growing zebra shaft. He was brought from his reverie as Damian stepped in front of him, sans speedo, cock already dropped free from a painted-sheath.

"Figured you might wanna see, too," Damian said.

Askia and Lukas had their work cut out for them as their paws squeezed and stroked over the emerging equine lengths. Askia's paws squeezed down on Damian's length as it hardened in his paws, nearly losing control of the beast as it flexed in his paws.

At his side, Lukas had the head of Sakan's shaft in his muzzle, sucking on the thick head while his paws stroked and squeezed at the length.

Neon paint left interesting patterns on the black flesh, highlighting veins and folds of the sleek shafts.

The dog had to admit that Sakan hadn't been lying about being the largest they'd seen, though some toys might have been in the same ballpark.

Damian's hips rolled back and forth, sliding his large cock through the dog's paws as they stroked, pre running from his head and dripping into the dog's lap.

The wild dog pressed his face in against the horse's cock, nuzzling down along it and inhaling the equine's scent. He could feel the heat off the large shaft, tongue tracing up along the painted length. Paws cupped the head, smearing a large dollop of pre across the length and smearing some of the wetted paint.

Sakan humped forward into Lukas' muzzle, drawing whimpers and gasps from the otter. Lukas had stripped out of his shorts and his length drooled pre from under his foreskin like a broken faucet.

Both the zebras seemed to be in boat, small rivulets of excitement dribbling down from thick heads, across tongues and fur as the twins let the other two toy with their cocks.

Askia finally popped the head of Damian's cock into his muzzle, tongue tracing the thick ridge and swiping across the source of the zebra's taste. It was tangy and rich, igniting his senses. He wiggled his hips to shift out of his shorts and dropped them down on the floor at his feet.

His cock was knotted and dripping profusely, bobbing in time with his pulse. He couldn't spare a free paw to attend to it as it took both to stroke and massage the zebra's massive length.

Neither he nor Lukas could get more than half of it past their lips, able to just barely tease at the thick medial ring.

A few minutes passed and Sakan and Damian were both beginning to pant softly from the attention provided. Lukas' and Askia's muzzles bulged, zebra cocks flaring at the head and becoming much thicker than before. The pair was getting close.

Sakan's breath was quick and unsteady and his hips bucked into Lukas' muzzle a few more times, nearly gagging the poor otter. He pulled free from the otter's muzzle, fisting his cock and grinding his teeth together.

The otter leaned forward to nose against the equine's dripping slit, panting heavily and beginning to stroke his foreskin back and forth over his cock, shivering from the shared pleasure.

The zebra's cock flared wide and a thick wad of cum splashed out over the otter's face and neck, drenching him for the hundredth time that night, except in white. Neon colors mixed with the zebra's cum as it continued spraying over the smaller otter.

Lukas' muzzle was filled with strands of stray cum and it ran from his muzzle as he jerked his own shaft until it spasmed in his paw. The otter was used to having the messy loads, and even as it loosed ropes across his belly and chest, it was lost in what Sakan was shooting.

Askia was too busy watching his friend's face and muzzle get soaked in Sakan's seed that he missed his own partner's cock flaring. A heavy splat of seed hit him in the side of his face and plastered his painted fur. He gasped and turned back towards Damian as another wad streaked across the bridge of his muzzle.

The horse's cum was warm and thick, landing in heavy ropes over his face and chest, drenching him liberally. His fingers curled around his knotted cock and tugged a few times, right on the edge of his own orgasm.

Damian's cock pulsed and bobbed in the air, moans lost on deaf ears as shared climaxes kept everyone distracted.

Askia's back arched as cum splattered across his cock and he let loose his own load, adding to the mess covering his stomach.

Paint and cum rolled off Lukas' and Askia's fur, staining the upholstered fabric they were sitting on.

Lukas sighed happily and carefully opened his eyes to survey the mess. "Holy shit,"

Askia was panting and he looked down at himself and then to the otter. Both looked wet and colorful. "You guys really are huge," he muttered.

The brothers' muzzles had been pressed together, but they pulled away to grind down at the friends. "Mmm, told ya," Sakan grinned. "And we're not done with you yet..."

A few hours of rest in the hotel, some hot showers and cleanup, and the squad was back at the festival. It was past midnight, but the crowd hadn't thinned by any noticeable amount.

Lukas and Askia stuck close behind the zebras as the larger males parted the crowd. Less than ten minutes through the crowd and they were already covered in new coats of slippery, colorful paint.

The wild dog's body shivered in anticipation of what was going to happen. They'd discussed it on the way over and lots of teasing and groping had ensued.

After wading out into the sea of people, under the flashing lights and raining paint, Sakan's paws gripped the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down around his ankles.

It was difficult to see, but next them, Lukas had already been stripped down. The zebra brothers were naked, cocks swinging between their legs, already glistening with pre and neon paint.

It hadn't gone unnoticed by anyone in the crowd, and a tight ring had formed around the group. Lukas and Askia pressed chest to chest, cocks hard and grinding into each other's stomach.

Lukas cry was lost in the loud thump of the bass. Askia could make out the pained expression on his muzzle and his body tensed anxiously. Seconds later his own tail was lifted up out of the way, a thick cock pressed up against his hole.

Lubed by neon paint, the thick shaft spread him wide, sliding in until the medial ring was grinding against his tail. It hurt like hell, but the perverse pleasure of how exposed they were in the crowd outweighed the momentary pain.

His arms were wrapped around Lukas and the otter clung back. Claws dug into each other's fur, paws pulling at their asses to help spread them for the thick equines.

Askia bit down on Lukas' neck, whimpering pitifully. Sakan's hips were rolling in small circles, working that thick ring against his abused passage until it slid in. A few minutes of adjusting to the thick length, and then the zebra began pulling out the stops one at a time.

The white of his fur glistened with neon colors and he dragged his sleek cock from the dog's passage before driving it home. Damian did the same to the otter, forcing the smaller males together with each thrust.

Lukas' eyes screwed shut in concentration until he'd relaxed enough that the pain faded into soft bliss. His uncut shaft was pulsing up under the dog's balls and he could feel the plump sheath grinding against his stomach.

Askia's teeth gripped at Lukas' neck, panting hard through his nose. It took longer for him to adjust to Sakan's size, and the zebra was picking up speed. Those heavy, black balls smacked against his ass, sometimes smacking the head of the otter's cock between his legs.

The dog's prostate was being ground against with each movement and soon enough his knotted shaft dripped against Lukas' belly. There wasn't enough room to reach down to grab himself, and he needed both paws to stay upright from the powerful thrusts.

All around, dozens of people watched the zebra twins fuck the smaller pair of males. Phones flashed and captured the sight on camera and a few had stopped dancing altogether to watch with open jaws, or dropped shorts.

Askia's eyes watered from the stimulation, claws digging into the otter's back. The zebra's cock spread him wider than he'd have thought possible, and one of Sakan's paws gripped the back of his head in domination to keep him steady. The thick shaft slid effortlessly through his stretched hole, pounding his prostate and keeping him dripping into Lukas' fur.

Lukas' body was shaking against his own, whining just barely audible to the dog. The otter's uncut shaft was still trapped between his leg, dribbling onto the floor, and Sakan's balls smacked against the dripping head.

The wild dog could feel the otter's shaft suddenly start throbbing and pulsing, a warmth soaking into his taint and even splashing up over his stretched hole. Sakan's balls were drenched in the otter's cum and it glowed faintly under the UV lights as it dripped onto the floor.

Damian let out a powerful grunt from behind the otter and a tug of the zebra's hips, another thrust forward had the thick spire of flesh wedged up under the otter's legs, between Lukas and Askia.

The zebra let out a bellowing moan, easily heard by those nearby. His cockhead flared and a fountain of cum gushed out between the dog and otter's chest, soaking them in the warm seed, paint and cum mixing and glowing exotically in the middle of the dance floor.

Askia wasn't far behind after feeling the cum wash against his chest. Claws dug at Lukas' sides as his cock erupted between them, adding to the zebra's mess.

Sakan was the last to blow and he pulled himself free of Askia's passage, leaving the dog shivering at the sudden emptiness between his legs. Hot, thick ropes of cum splashed up against his ass and over his back, soaking into his fur and mixing with paint. He was liberally drenched in zebra seed as Sakan milked himself across his fur.

Some of the people in the crowd cheered and more cameras flashed to capture it all on film. The dog couldn't argue or fight back; he'd expected all of this, and was more than satisfied with the result.

Askia's jaw ached and he realized he'd had it clenched on the otter's neck. He let go and sighed through his nose, shuddering in the aftershocks of pleasure.

Cum and paint was running down his fur and he was certain he looked like a Jackson Pollock by now. A soft whimper from the otter brought his eyes into focus and he felt Lukas' fingers dig into his fur.

A tall doberman was standing behind the otter, hips working back and forth against the otter's abused passage, though Lukas hardly seemed one to complain at the sudden guest.

The zebras were standing off a few feet, talking with a couple in the crowd, taking pictures and laughing. Askia was about to pull away from Lukas when a heavy paw caught the back of his head and held him in place. Someone's tapered shaft pressed at his stretched ring and pushed in, and the dog could only yelp out at the unexpected entry, wondering just what he'd gotten himself into at Splatterfest.