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"This is one hell of a party, dude!"

A rather skilled hybrid was standing behind a counter, mixing up drinks for a myriad of guests. Across the living room, furs were sitting and mingling, clinking glasses and chatting about whatever tickled their fancy. Some were already starting to pair off and head upstairs to whatever vacant rooms they could find...

"Yeah, but can you believe that?!"

...And then, there were those who didn't think that a bedroom was really all that necessary to start having fun. A few onlookers had shock painted on their muzzles, and others still were giggling from a combination of liquor and bashfulness, but there were an interested few who were watching very closely, and a couple more who were doing quite a bit more than that.

Plenty of the people that attended were used to seeing wild things at a party, but there would always be someone present who hadn't crossed a certain line, and in this case, sex in the middle of the party was a very thick line that some never thought they'd actually see. In the realm of pornographic films, it might not have been such a big deal, but to actually see the twisted, divine look of pleasure on Gale's face, and the tiny trickle of drool that spilled from the corner of her muzzle was surreal, even for the lucky few who'd seen her in such a state before.

"If you don't feel like watching, you might wanna turn away," the bartender suggested. "Pretty sure it's only gonna get worse from here."

Whether you saw it as better or worse might have been up to your enjoyment of the sight of a short, curvy sabertooth pinned between a couple of eager males, uncaring of who happened to walk through the room. Shocked, bashful, or eagerly watching, no one was complaining about the public show, and the kitty least of all...though she feared it might have been rude to speak with her mouth full.

"You two really know how to show a lion a g-good time," Albaz let a grunt slip through gritted, grinning fangs. His breathing was a little raspy to begin with, but the fun was just getting started, as his knees hit the floor, and his jeans fell around them. All of the plentiful, massive cock that he could offer was already starting to throb with excitement, and the delicious warmth that radiated from the tip was drawing an eager purr from Gale, who couldn't help wiggling her backside to entice the lion to fill her.

Body language would have to do, given the way that Strobes was pumping his length into her maw.

"We really pride ourselves on hospitality," Strobes agreed, speaking as if this act was nothing out of the ordinary. "After all, what's the point of showing off the goods if you aren't going to let your guests sample them?"

No one was quite sure when Gale lost her clothes, or even where they'd gotten to. Albaz only knew that he saw the sweet little sabretooth kitty laying on the floor of the kitchen, her back against the hardwood and her legs spread in front of her. Her head was cocked back, and against the front of her neck, Strobes' cock was bulging upon the front of her neck, and her eager, rapid breaths tickled the underside of his sack, as her nose was forced to press right into the tender flesh.

It would have been a _terrible_waste to leave her cunt spread and dripping, even if there were more than a few eager eyes drinking in the sight of her natural arousal, quietly oozing down to the floor.

"Awfully rude of your guests to leave her wanting for so long," Albaz claimed. Everyone's favorite blue lion was hovering over Gale's body, his paws settled to rest upon her thighs so that he could ease his member inside, thinking that it might be a little bit more than she could handle.

Without so much as being able to see who was penetrating her, Gale lifted her ankles and wrapped them around the lion's back. Claws extended from her toes and dug deep into his flesh, and a knowing grin spread across her maw as it continued to struggle with a plentiful mouthful.

You're not gonna break me, Albaz...go ahead and try, she thought.

The shock of claws pressing at his back, threatening to pierce his skin was just the spur that he needed, and his own paws gripped tightly around her thighs and held her in place as he impaled her, spreading her tight, glistening folds around the tip of his feline member. He could hear her trying to whimper, but Strobes refused to give her a break for even a fleeting moment, and Albaz grinned as her eager whining was completely drowned out by the pulsing flesh of her lynx, even as the tips of her fangs tickled and grazed at the inside of his toned, muscular thighs.

She knew that she was going to be sore the next day, but that thought only curled her grin further along her lips; a subtle, but delightful little twist that was passed to Strobes, against the underside of his sack.

It never ceased to amaze the lynx just how skillful his lover truly was, and if taking nearly a foot of cock into her muzzle and down further into her throat wasn't impressive enough, she expressed her passion through her digits, as well, reaching through the insides of his legs to grip at the base of his backside.

"Just couldn't resist getting a handful, could you?" Strobes was happy to tease Gale for her behavior, and in turn, she squeezed tight upon the toned, perfectly rounded flesh and gently poked at his fur with the tips of her claws, knowing that her playful touch would force him to buck his hips against the front of her muzzle.

The quiet tap of his balls against her forehead as Strobes finally hit rock bottom was just what she wanted to hear, and while her ears flickered forward and perked against the inside of her lover's thighs, her tail swished about wildly with anticipation, knowing that a sweet, sticky treat would pass over her tongue before too much longer.

"Can't really blame her," Albaz claimed. He'd intended to start off nice and easy with his latest prey, but the sabertooth didn't give him that luxury. His hips were already growing tired, and his breath escaped in quick, raspy pants as his lungs struggle to keep up with the pace that the rest of his body was setting. "It's a p-pretty legendary ass...kinda jealous that s-she gets to have it all to herself."

Trapped between the two larger fellows, Gale was literally bouncing back and forth against them, being filled to the very limit of what her eager, dripping pussy could handle on one end, while Strobes tried to force his way right into her gullet on the other. "Legendary, hm?" Strobes bought right into the compliment, even as he leaned over and settled his paws on Gale's breasts, squeezing the supple, delicate mounds of flesh in his palms. "If you like it that much, maybe I can give you a private showing, later...g-gotta wear her out, first."

Wear ME out? The thought would have been laughable for Gale, if she were able to make any sound beyond a lustful grunt. Baby, do you know whose throat you're fucking right now? You got no chance!

To say that Gale had impressive endurance might have been an understatement, but that didn't mean that she knew what she was getting herself into.

As the party carried on around the threesome, with the occasional person stopping by to watch the action or snap a picture, Gale began to lose track of time. Given her spitroasted position, she couldn't actually see the clock, and though she knew Strobes was capable of running a sexual marathon, she didn't expect the same from Albaz.

The blue lion was turning out to be all that she could handle and then some, as he leaned over the tiny sabertooth feline and met Strobes in the middle, their muzzles brushing upon each other as they reached as deep as their bodies would allow.

"Think we could make them touch inside of her?" Strobes asked between delicate strokes of his lips against those of the domineering lion.

Albaz was slipping into the lustful ether as well, unable to tell where the soft cyan of his underbelly ended, and where the comforting blue of Gale's tummy began. The teasing brush of Strobes' muzzle upon his own left the lion even deeper in a daze, and finally, he became conscious of his efforts to fight off his orgasm.

With Gale clenching and squeeze at his cock entirely at random, she was able to keep him guessing when those spikes of pleasure were coming, and as the orgasms racked up in her womanhood, she found them to be just as unpredictable.

"W-worth a try," Albaz finally groaned in reply. He was already as close to Gale as he could be, and the fact that she was somehow taking every inch of his length was nothing short of miraculous, but he loved the sight of her thin, pouted labia stretching around the girth of his shaft, and each time he pulled back, more and more of his feline cock was dripping with a healthy glisten of her juices. "But I think I'm t-tapped out, here!"

Strobes didn't want to admit that he was nearing his own peak, but Gale could feel the deep, powerful throbs from the shaft of his member against her throat. Her tongue, just barely able to sneak free from her muzzle, was tickling against the soft, pliable flesh on the underside of his sack, teasing his most sensitive spots with the occasional poke and slurp.

She didn't have to push him any further to get the treat she was so eagerly waiting for: he just needed to stop being stubborn.

"If she squeezes me again, I t-think I'm gonna...g-gonna cum!"

Albaz winced his eyes shut for a moment, and his blue mane brushed against the stark, brilliant purple of Strobes' own. Not wanting to give Gale even a moment to breathe, the pair of desperate, pleasured males reached out and clasped paws with each other, keeping their cocks pinned as deep within the little sabertooth as they could reach.

Gale's eyes, a pair of blue diamonds of lust, were rolled back in her head as she dug her claws into the pair of worthy suitors and held on tight. A series of smaller, blissful orgasms left her womanhood aching with need for the grand finale, and though she could already feel the soreness setting in from being pounded so viciously for so long, she couldn't remember the last time she felt so satisfied.

Fill me up, boys...I know how pent up you both are...I've felt your balls slapping against me the whole time. Drain 'em inside...

Gale's grip was like a hare trigger on Strobes and Albaz, who each tensed up within the tiny sabretooth. As if they were struggling to outlast each other and prove a point, Strobes clenched the taut, slim muscles in his torso and tried to resist, even as Albaz halted his thrusts entirely, keeping Gale spread to her absolute limits.

It was only seconds later that Gale's throat proved too much for the lynx to handle, and her skillful, deliciously tight cunt did Albaz in.

"Damn...s-she's so fuckin' tight!" Albaz moaned through gritted fangs, knowing that he couldn't possibly hold out any longer. "You sure she can t-take it?"

"That muzzle gets me e-every time," Strobes muttered under his breath, having been brought to the edge, and well past it by Gale's oral fixation. "Don't you dare pull out, dude...she'll n-never forgive ya!"

With the moment of truth upon them, a small ring of partygoers had posted up around the kitchen, leaving some unlucky souls to have to try and worm their way in. People were cheering the group on as Albaz managed his last, trembling thrusts, but they were just for show.

Gale could already feel the thick, plentiful cum of the lion spreading across her inner walls and pouring right into her womb, filling her with the kind of delightful warmth that only a deep, heavy creampie could provide. She purred so thick that Strobes could feel the vibrations in his thighs, but the sound was quickly drowned out by the efforts of her throat; it took everything that she had to keep up with the demand of Strobes' yield, and no matter how much she gulped down, it seemed that there was more to go.

Tiny streaks of white poured over the edges of her muzzle and down the side of her cheek as she twitched and shivered against Strobes, holding onto his backside as if it would keep her from drowning. The slim lines of her tummy just managed to reveal the bulge of Albaz's length inside of her, and as the creamy treat became too much for her sex to hold, it began drizzling out and spilling over her nether lips, seeping to the floor in a mingled puddle of feminine arousal and masculine desire.

"How does she do it?" Albaz managed to asked, his voice riddled with shock as he continued panting through his orgasm. "It's l-like..._gods..._like I can't stop f-fucking cumming!"

Seed eased down the black fur upon Gale's long, swishing tail, spilling over her tailhole and giving her one last tickle before Albaz was finally completely drained. "Once she gets her claws into you," Strobes paused, hardly able to speak without panting, "She will make you cum...and she won't stop till she's satisfied."

Gale's head gently bumped against the floor of the kitchen, and Strobes finally offered some mercy, as he pulled his length free of her throat. The bulge finally disappeared, and her head kicked forward a little, even as the lynx gripped the base of his own member and milked the last few drops from the tip, letting them spill over the bridge of her muzzle.

"She looks pretty satisfied to me," Albaz pointed out, seeing the look of pure, unadulterated bliss that was painted upon her face. "Poor little thing is a mess!"

"All tuckered out, too," Strobes noted, as he set an open palm against her cheek and stroked it. "She's barely awake...guess the show is over for now, everyone."

The crowd didn't want the action to end, and an audible groan passed around as some of the less shameful furs were already starting to play on the sidelines, but Strobes and Albaz were firm about lifting the sore, exhausted sabertooth and bringing her up to the bedroom.

That wasn't going to stop a few of her other friends from joining in, of course...they just had to wait a little bit longer.

**

"You sure this is the right room?"

After watching Gale get absolutely railed from both ends, it was hard for anyone at the party to resist the urges that were coursing through their bodies, and it was hard to blame anyone who decided to act on those urges.

A messy, cum-covered sabertooth was laying in her bed, face down, her ass pushed up in the air, her fangs grazing at the plush, delicate sheets, and the seed of a virile lion still spilling down from her well-fucked sex, soaking into the fur on the back of her thighs.

"Oh, it's definitely the right room."

While Strobes was fulfilling his end of the bargain and giving Albaz a truly private show, they'd put Gale to bed in their bedroom, and naturally, she fell asleep in such a pose that it simply invited more attention, even if she was half asleep. The spirit within the kitty was still plenty willing to take part in the act, but her mind was a bit too tired to realize that fact, at least, until she found out that she had company to entertain.

"I think she's asleep, dude."

"Trust me, she won't complain about being woken up this way."

Storm and Dew were good friends of Gale and Strobes, and for what it was worth, they weren't at all surprised to see what happened in the kitchen. They were , however, a bit miffed that they weren't able to get in on the fun, and Storm knew that the little sabertooth had some energy left in the tank, even if she had to be reminded of that fact.

"I...I guess she does know who we are."

"Exactly," Storm replied. It seemed that the wolf was a bit more ready to go than his husky companion. "And she can take a lot more than she just did. Put a fresh cock in her throat, and I guarantee she'll be grateful for it."

One of the long, white tufts on her ears gave a quick flicker, and though it was tiny, Gale's lips curled into a grin once more. She was just barely awake, but it was enough for her to play along, pretending that she'd actually be woken up by the penetration.

She didn't watch Storm stripping out of his clothes and climbing into the bed behind her; she didn't want to give away that she was awake, but she couldn't help a quiet whimper as she felt the heat on the end of his tapered, canine length near the pouted folds of her sex. She hoped that the sheets would drown out the sound, but it wouldn't take away the sight of her ears folding back against her head as Storm gripped onto her hips and lunged his hips forward.

"...Knew it."

Gale's muzzle flew open as she adjusted to the sudden and filling sensation of a fresh, new male, and though a desperate cry was sure to follow, one of her favorite huskies was there on the other end of the bed, ready and waiting to fill the void her mouth left behind.

"Guess you were right, Storm. She opened right up for me!"

She didn't need to see the light and dark shades of green in his fur, or the slash of red upon his chest to know who it was. His voice was all that she needed, and she narrowed her eyes up at him as he rudely stuffed his cock right into her mouth, setting the underside of his shaft against her tongue and dodging the dangerous presence of her fangs as he drowned out the sound of her blissful cry.

Storm...Dew. Why am I not surprised to have you two for my evening company?

Strobes and Albaz never would have known that Gale was being ambushed, with the sound of the party to drown out the noise, and their own adventure kept them entirely preoccupied.

It was just fortunate that Gale was in good hands, and the plentiful, leftover cum in her cunt made for ample lubrication as her tired, sore body caught up with the arousal in her mind.

Short, red headfur bounced into the vision of brilliant, blue eyes as Storm jumped right into the act, able to see the delicate glisten of juices from the hallway when he happened upon Gale in the first place. She was already stretched from the presence of a naughty lion, but even so, the sudden and eager pounding of a generously hung wolf was enough to take her breath away, forcing her to gag momentarily around Dew's length. She wished that she'd gotten a better look at the bright, tasty red flesh of his member, but she was quick to feel the sensation of his fur against the end of her muzzle.

The boys were skipping right past the warmup, and worst of all, Gale found herself trembling again within seconds.

"Is the bed shaking?" Dew felt he had to ask as he looked down at Gale, and found her eyes looking back up at him with desperate plea in the pits of her irises. "Is that...is that her?!"

"Told you she'd be happy to go another round," Storm claimed, and even without a pump from Dew's hips, Gale pushed her throat further onto his length, taking all of the deliciously canine member that she could take in her current pose. Her breasts were pressed down into the covers, and her paws were reaching behind her to grip at the smooth, soft cheeks of her own rump, eager to show Storm the whole, lustful spread, since he was going to the trouble of keeping her awake. "Wonder if she wants me to stick it in her ass..."

The wolf was thinking out loud, the sabertooth was giving signals that he couldn't ignore, and the husky was finally starting to buck his hips gently against her muzzle, giving her easily the softest treatment that she'd been given the whole evening. Storm was doing his best to outdo Albaz, and Gale's muffled whimpers made it clear that he was keeping up with the lion's pace, but it was Dew who benefitted the most, as her passionate groans echoed into the thick, pulsing flesh of his cock, in the form of subtle, widespread vibrations.

"She won't be able to sit for a week if you do that," Dew cautioned, but he didn't think that his warning would do any good. After all, Gale was the one pushing her hips back into Storm and arching her back to taunt him with the possibility of gliding his long, plentiful cock between the full, supple curves of her rump, and already, the thin, blue tip of her tail was curling around his back, brushing over his own backside to truly seal the idea into his mind.

He didn't know how much more of her tight, clenching sex he could handle, however, and he wanted to save a little something for their next party.

"I think she'll just have to live with a thumb for now," Storm claimed, and he wondered how he was able to manage the statement without crying out in delight. He set a single, open palm on her lower back and tugged the base of her tail out of the way, revealing the tight, warm entrance of her tailhole, and just as he promised, only the pad of his thumb actually pressed against it...but that extra sensation was enough to push Gale right up to the edge of another climax, and by then, she'd completely lost count of how many had rocked her body that evening.

If he can give me one more...I'm not about to complain.

The only regret that Gale could fathom was not being more vocal that evening, but she'd made quite a few others very happy as a result, and she could already feel Dew's precum settling against the back of her throat as the narrowed tip of his canine length brushed against her tonsils. She was struggling to contain him within her muzzle, and it might not have been his intention to make that any harder for her...

...But she found a new struggle as she picked up on the taste of something salty and sweet, building up from the back of her throat and spreading toward her tongue.

"Dude, already?"

"S-shut up...her throat just feels s-so fucking good!" Dew was worried that his cries might actually bring someone running down the hall, but as he threw his head back, his load poured down Gale's throat, joining the mess that Strobes left in her mouth just hours before and renewing the delightful, internal warmth that she was so fond of.

Her ear couldn't help overhearing a little arrogance from Storm, however, and that same, sinister grin spread over her lips as she pulled Dew's cock free from her muzzle, gripping the knot at the base and squeezing it as a few errant strands of seed sprayed across her face.

"Don't act so high and mighty, Storm. All I have to do is moooooan a couple of times, and you'll be filling me up, too."

Casting a gaze over her shoulder that might kill a lesser man, Gale couldn't help chuckling when she saw Storm's muzzle twist up in distress, but his hips never slowed, and her rump continued to push back to meet it. "N-no...I can outlast you if I really want to."

"Darling, I've cum on your cock a couple of times already," Gale admitted, and at her words, she could _feel_the throb of the wolf inside of her sex, well-fucked and stretched to the limits. "Why don't you stop holding out on me, hm?"

A brief pause in her teasing allowed Gale to lean forth and slurp her tongue over the end of Dew's member, dragging the bright, pink muscle through a thin and glistening trail of canine seed. The sight alone left Storm to suck in a gasp, but she wasn't content to stop there, even if the husky on the other end was happy just to watch.

"Storm...come on, big boy...pump me full of that tasty f-fuckin' cum already!"

More yield was spilling into the black tufts of fur upon her cheek as she gazed back, and the deep, powerful throb of a thick vein against her inner muscles would have been a clue enough that Storm finally lost the war, but she found the presence of a deep, gushing orgasm to be a much more enjoyable announcement. She was giggling against the husky's flesh as she nuzzled into his thigh, and from her comfortable pose, she watched as Storm wrapped tightly around her ass like a proper canine and buried his length deep within, trying to trap all of the seed that he could offer within her womanhood.

She knew that she'd have to wash the sheets the next day, able to feel the copious amounts of cum that were pouring out of her sex and drizzling over her clit, before making their way to the bed...and she couldn't have cared less about that chore if she tried.

"Keep pushing," she whispered, her voice hurried and desperate as Storm pumped at her body with a series of rapid, choppy thrusts, moving just enough for her to feel how widely she was stretched around his length. She was right on the verge of another climax, herself, before the wolf decided to get back at her for all of the teasing...by pulling out.

This time, it was Storm wearing the grin as he gripped the base of his length and continued stroking, letting strands of his cum spill across her lower back and coat her rump with a fresh paint of white essence. "Sorry...guess I'm not the best at taking orders," he replied, his eyes narrowed with a knowledge of what a terribly mean thing he'd just done.

"Good thing she's only half your size," Dew pointed out, even as she began curling up against his lap. "Otherwise, I can only imagine what she'd do to you for that."

Storm didn't mind getting into his own mess, and as Gale slumped, he fell forward, as well, playing the part of the big spoon and getting a little bit of his own seed stuck in the fur above his groin. "_Pfft..._like she'd actually ever get revenge on me for fucking her brains out."

"Not for that," Gale reminded him. "You know what you did...and don't think I'm gonna let my size stop me from getting you back."

Gale's word was worth its weight in gold, leaving Storm to gulp nervously at what the future held...but the present evening held only a comforting, peaceful sleep for all involved.