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"Hey, I'm not sure about this. I don't really know these guys," said Tad, the grey rabbit. He held his left arm with his right paw, making his body seem smaller than usual as they walked.

"It'll be fine, dude. They're all cool guys doing the same course as me," Jason, a polar bear, replied. He grasped a plastic bag full of clinking bottles in one paw, while he reached up with his other thick arm to playfully bat at branches and pick leaves off the tall trees that they passed.

"That's not what I meant," Tad muttered. "You know how I can be at big parties."

"It's not a big party. It's just a few friends chilling out together."

"Then why did you bring alcohol?"

"Because beer helps lubricate the chilling."

"And the whiskey?" Considering the cheapness of the bottle, calling it whiskey was an insult to other bottles of whiskey.

"Just a backup. You know how much booze I have to drink to get a buzz." He slapped his gargantuan belly to emphasize his point.

"Uh huh."

"Hey, listen." Jason stopped walking suddenly and gently grasped Tad's shoulder. "I want you to have a good time. If you start to feel uncomfortable, just tell me and we'll go home. No big deal." He smiled and nodded at the rabbit. The bear felt a little relief at the grin that crept across Tad's face.

"Thanks. I appreciate that. I still get a little anxious meeting new people."

"They're just a bunch of big nerds. You'll love them."

A few minutes later and they stood outside of the locked doors of a large apartment building. Tad looked up to admire the sleek architecture. It looked a lot more expensive than their own apartment, built mostly with white stone and glass, and the occasional architecturally artistic flourish jutting out at modern angles. Jason pressed the intercom button for number twelve.

"Your friends are rich," Tad said flatly, still staring up at the building.

"I think Isaac's parents own the room. He's paying half rent until he finishes his degree."

Tad just nodded in response.

"Yo! Who is it?" The voice buzzed from the intercom, as the number twelve lit up.

"It's Jason. I brought a friend."

"Is she hot?" said the intercom. Tad stood up straight and blushed. Jason snorted and smiled.

"It's a he, Isaac."

"Aww, man..." The voice quickly faded and was followed by a faint click. Then the number twelve lit up a bright green, and Jason pushed on the door. It opened easily and the two stepped inside the quiet atrium. One elevator ride later, and the bear and the rabbit stood outside the door of number twelve. Jason raised his paw to knock, but hesitated.

"You doing okay?" he asked Tad. The rabbit took a deep breath and smiled.

"Yeah. I'm good."

Jason knocked. The door swung open to reveal the throb of music, the smell of smoke, and a chubby wolf wearing a faded t shirt and jeans, and sucking on a vape pen.

"How you going Isaac," said Jason, grabbing the wolf's paw and giving it a good shake. Isaac leant in and gave the bear a clap on the back.

"Pretty good, man. Now why don't you ever bring any hot chicks to my parties?" Isaac gave a toothy grin at Tad, who just raised an eyebrow. "Naw, I'm kidding dude. It's good to meet you. I'm Isaac," he said and offered Tad a paw. While they shook, Tad noticed that Isaac was actually quite short for a wolf, and was only a little bit taller than himself. He wasn't sure why, but that made him feel a little more comfortable with the wolf's brashness.

However, when Isaac led them inside, Tad couldn't help but stiffen up when he saw the other guests. Three very large men sat around the small apartment. A white tiger sat casually on the armrest of the big couch, form fitting skinny jeans and a tight white shirt showing off his impressively lean body. The sleeves of the shirt seemed to be under constant strain from his biceps.

Taking up most of the couch itself, sprawled a hulking, yellow eyed crocodile who swigged from a tall necked bottle of beer. He sat in brown chinos that probably fit him better a few kilos ago, and a crisp, white collared shirt covered his thick body.

Finally, sitting closest to Tad in an old armchair was a boar that, while definitely a good amount shorter than Jason, was probably the same weight if not more than the polar bear. The boar's huge belly expanded over his torn denim jeans, and a sleeveless leather vest covered in anti-establishment patches and buttons barely covered up his fat, furry chest. His hair was dyed a shocking blue, and so many piercings adorned his face that it made a faint clanking every time he moved his head.

Jason was still likely the biggest person there, but Tad couldn't help but move closer to the bear that he knew. Each one of these guys was at least twice the size of Tad. Three times, in the case of the punk boar. Jason, whether because he noticed the rabbit's anxiety, or just out of common courtesy, introduced the guys one by one.

"So that is Troy," said Jason, pointing at the tiger, who smiled and waved. "Isaac we met at the door. That is Devin..." Jason's finger moved to the crocodile, who nodded slowly at Tad. "The little guy is Jesse," said Jason, still pointing at the croc. Tad stood confused for a moment, before a brown mouse, smaller than even the rabbit, popped up from next to the crocodile's thick frame.

"Hey, bun," the mouse squeaked. For a second Tad thought Jesse was a girl, but the extremely tight jeans the mouse wore proved otherwise. Jesse also had on a tank top that revealed most of his midriff. After waving hello, the mouse slid back down and nuzzled against Devin's stomach.

Finally, Jason's pointed finger settled on the boar. "And that is Pitch."

"Sup, little dude?" the boar greeted.

"Pitch?" Tad asked more from nervousness than curiosity. Some of the others chuckled.

"It's a nickname," Jason said quietly.

"His gang gave it to him when he beat up a bunch of dudes. Put them in hospital," said Isaac, giggling and sucking on his vape pen. Tad's eyes shot open wide, but everyone else just moaned.

"Shut up, Isaac, you asshole," Pitch rumbled, smiling. Then the boar got up off the couch and turned to Tad. His enormous belly actually swayed from side to side when he turned, making the buttons on his jacket click together. "I manage the pitch drop experiment in the main science building on campus."

"Pitch drop?" asked a confused Tad.

"Yeah. It's one of the longest running experiments in the world. First started in 1928. It's this fluid, like tar, that looks solid but it's not. Very cool stuff. Takes about eight years for a single drop to fall. I take regular measurements and photos for the uni." Pitch patted the rabbit on the shoulder as he walked past him to the fridge. Tad just stood there for a few seconds before Jason leaned down to him and spoke in his ear.

"Pitch is doing a PhD in physics. Very smart, and very nice guy. He looks scary, but he's into measuring atoms or something."

"Estimating cross sections from neutron-nucleus collisions," said Pitch, waddling back from the fridge with a beer, and tapped it against Jason's arm. "I'm here to get away from my damn thesis, so no science talk tonight." He grinned at the polar bear and sat back down on the couch. It let out a small moan of protest.

"Hey Jason," said Isaac, turning suddenly on the polar bear and grinning. "It's time for our rematch."

"Sure thing. But I'm not going to go easy on you," Jason warned. While Isaac started messing around with the TV, Jason stowed his booze in the fridge. He pulled two beers from the six pack and handed one to Tad, then easily yanked the cap off and took a long pull from the bottle. Tad looked at the bottle for a few seconds, then shrugged. What the hell. He twisted the cap off with a little difficulty when the sharp edges stung his paw. But he ignored it and took a sip. It was light and cheap, but it wasn't terrible so he took another few swigs. Then he felt a large paw on his shoulder.

"How you doing?" asked Jason, looking down at him with friendly eyes.

"I'm okay." Tad smiled back. "These guys seem nice. And this beer isn't awful," he chuckled.

"Awesome. Just don't feel you need to drink a bunch to fit in. Trust me, the hangover will not be worth it. Now," Jason started speaking louder, to the rest of the room, "if you'll excuse me, I am required to pound Isaac into the ground." Then the polar bear made his way to the couch and picked up a game controller. Tad saw the game flash up on the TV.

"Tanuki Kart Eight? They made eight of these?" He stood behind the couch, where Jason sat next to Devin. "I remember playing the second one when I was a kid."

"You want in? It's four players." Devin offered up a controller, but Tad shook his head.

"Maybe later. I'll just watch for now."

Four Grand Prix's and two beers later, and Tad sat on the floor between Jason's legs, controller clutched in his small paws, tongue sticking out of his muzzle and eyes glued to the screen, while Jason, Devin, and Pitch all yelled and rooted.

"You can do it!"

"Boost! Boost!"

"Kick his ass!"

"No, nononononono!" Yelped Isaac as he mashed his own controller. A second later and the words "WINNER" flashed up on the screen, and the whole room howled in glee. Except for Isaac who moaned when Tad pushed him into third place at the last moment, barely a second behind Troy who finished first with an easy lead. Pitch finally finished at a dismal seventh place, beaten even by the NPCs.

"Better than tenth!" the fat boar called out, taking a swig from an unmarked bottle of brown liquid. He'd said the same thing after the last five races.

"That was so fuggen close, man," said Jason, slurring, and rubbing Tad between the ears with one paw and balancing a glass of whiskey in the other. Tad stood and held his empty beer bottle up to Troy.

"But not close enough! Troy remains the Tanuki Kart king," he giggled. They all laughed and chanted the tiger's name when Troy started dancing to the music, still holding the controller and thrashing his feet around in smooth movements.

"Who wants another game?" asked Isaac from inside his own personal smoke cloud. Controllers were offered around, but no willing paws took them.

"I think we're all gamed out," said Pitch. A brief silence fell that was shortly interrupted by the sound of Devin and Jesse making out. The mouse had crawled atop the big reptile's belly, and the two traded tongues despite everyone else in the room watching. "Well, I guess those two are playing a different game now."

"Whoo!" yelled out Isaac. "Two gays doing it in your house is, like, good luck or something, right?"

Jesse pulled away from the big croc mouth, and settled down next to Devin's thick body. The two grinned at each other and apologised quietly, although it was very obvious they didn't mean it at all.

"What the hell even is that logic?" said a drunk and confused Jason. He gulped down the rest of his whiskey. His large paw moved down from Tad's head to the rabbit's shoulder and chest. Tad felt a blush starting in his cheeks, but he didn't move from between the bears thick legs.

Pitch stood, his enormous gut bouncing from side to side. "For starters, they weren't even doing it," he proclaimed a little loudly. The bottle of mystery liquid sloshed around with each wild gesture. "And nextly, I'm pretty sure you got more than two gays here."

The boar was chuckling, but Tad suddenly grew stiff. His skin flushed and he suddenly felt extremely self-conscious. Was he being really obvious? Should he move away from Jason?

"Dude, I don't need to hear details about your hook-ups," Isaac said to Pitch.

"You sure?" Pitch said slyly, rubbing a paw slowly down his side. "I got with this hot fox a few days ago. Fucken rearranged his colon nice and good."

Isaac snorted and nearly spat out his drink in laughter. "Holy shit dude, that's fucking gross."

Tad let his shoulders droop and relax when he realised what Pitch had meant. The rabbit was running a little slower than usual due to the beers inside of him. While he was enjoying everyone's company and very laid back attitudes towards, well, everything, he wasn't ready to be outed to a bunch of people he had just met.

"Me and Tad nearly fucked."

The room fell silent. Tad's eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. Everyone stared at Jason. The bear's head swayed ever so slightly.

"On Christmas. Nearly did. But we didn't." Jason's speech was slurred and distant, like his mind wasn't completely there. Tad desperately tried to remember how much whiskey the bear had drunk. Most likely the whole bottle from by the sounds of it.

"Um, cool," said Isaac.

"Hot," Pitch added.

Troy stayed silent. He just watched the scene unfold before him, enjoying the show.

Devin leaned down to Tad. "He too big for you or something?" Everyone laughed. Including Tad.

"I ate him instead," Jason rambled on. This got everyone's attention again.

"Wait, for real?" someone asked.

"Really?" Suddenly Jesse was lying across Devin's lap, rubbing it slowly, staring at Tad with an intense interest. "What was it like? Was it good?"

"Um." Tad looked around. Everyone was looking at him. "I think so. I was pretty drunk at the time. He wasn't. It... It was warm, and wet. But really, really comfortable, I guess?"

"I am so comfortable!" Jason's drunken shout made everyone laugh.

Jesse was now sitting up on Devin's lap, rubbing the croc's belly, but staring at Jason's. "I wanna see it."

"What?" asked Tad, the attention and embarrassment starting to get to him again.

"I want to see him eat you," Jesse said.

"What? No!" He looked around from his seat on the floor and realised he was surrounded. It almost felt like the bodies of the guys were starting to press in on him. His eyes darted around in a mild panic, but thinking about being inside of Jason was turning his blush into something else entirely.

"Come on, it'll be great," said Jesse, gazing hungrily at the rabbit and the polar bear.

"Yeah, you already said you liked it," said Devin.

"I do like it. Did like it! I mean..." Tad stuttered and tried to clear his head. He clung to Jason's leg, and the warmth was spreading through his body.

"Hey, Tad," Jason drunkenly warbled, "Lemme eat you. It's no problem!" He reached forwards lazily with his paws, but Tad ducked out of the way.

"You heard the bear," said Pitch. He moved behind Tad and grabbed him under the armpits, easily lifting the skinny rabbit into the air. Tad let out a short yelp as he was yanked up, and he kicked his feet in the air as his back slid up the boar's huge gut. But Devin just snatched the rabbit's legs in his claws and held them steady. Jesse jumped up and wrenched off Tad's shoes.

"Dude, this party got weird," Isaac muttered to Troy, blowing out a lungful of smoke. Troy nodded, but kept staring.

Still seated firmly on the couch, Jason opened his mouth and started making exaggerated "Ahh" sounds, wiggling his tongue around while Devin, Jesse, and Pitch guided a helpless Tad toward the dank, wet hole. Tad struggled, but not as hard as he could have. The sight of Jason's open, dripping maw sent a shiver up the bunny's spine and tingle through his fur. His breathing got heavier, and his protests weakened. When his toes finally entered the humid cave of Jason's mouth, Tad relaxed, and even giggled.

"Woah, he really is into it," Pitch grunted.

Jesse sidled up to Jason and made wide circles on the bear's gut with his small paw, watching from underneath as Tad's legs vanished from sight. Jason started to swallow, and Devin and Pitch felt the rabbit get jerked forward as he was sucked down into the wet gullet. Tad let out a deep huff of air as a tight, fleshy throat closed around his feet. His thighs and crotch sank into Jason's maw, and the rabbit had to keep his own muzzle clamped shut tight fearing he'd let out a moan of pleasure. The bear's hot breath washed over Tad in a cloud, and he wondered if he would get drunk from the boozy fumes alone.

Devin gently pressed Tad's arms and paws to his sides, and soon those to disappeared into Jason's wide mouth. Soon after, Pitch and Devin just let Tad go, and let gravity and Jason's throat do the rest of the work. Tad squeaked as his body was squeezed tight. His shoulders barely poking out from wet, black lips. He looked around the room as everyone stared, some in confusion and curiosity, some with intense lust.

"Heh. It was nice meeting you guys." Tad managed a little grin, right before Jason's thick tongue emerged and curled around the top of Tad's head, strings of drool sticking to the grey fur, before slurping up the bunny's head in one swift movement. A second passed with two rabbit ears poking out of the bear's mouth, then he sucked those up as well. Jason swallowed. A bulge briefly appeared in his throat, but then it was gone. The polar bear let out a long, contented sigh, and seemed to relax even further into the couch.

Jesse pressed his ears to the bulging gut. "I can hear him squirming inside. Feel him to." The mouse let himself relax against Jason's gut with an enormous grin on his face.

"Great party man!" Jason said to Isaac, slurring heavily.

"Uh, yeah. Cool party." Isaac shook his head and sucked on his vape.

"Best party..." The next noise to come out of Jason was snoring, as his head flopped back against the couch cushions, and the empty whiskey glass fell to the floor.