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The Pulp Fiction of Gay Furry Orgies

Pulp Fiction (proper noun): A movie which jumps out-of-sequence between many characters and events.

Gay Furry Orgies (plural phrase): A social gathering where anthropomorphic males pleasure each other sexually.

pt. 1: The Brothers

Michael laid in bed, being the big spoon to his older brother Dustin. Even though the two cats had grown up to be just the same height, and did end up looking quite a lot like each other altogether--same shiny black coat, same cute pink inner-ears, same piercing green eyes--Michael still thought of Dustin as his 'big brother', and found it a little funny whenever his 'big brother' was also his little spoon.

Michael, arm locked snugly over Dustin's side, stroked the soft fur of his older brother's chest, making the older brother let out a continuous light purr. Both of their tails danced around friskily under the blanket that they shared.

"Still sore?" Michael asked. He spoke lightly, since his whiskers were practically touching the back of Dustin's pointed ear. It was the morning after the first orgy that either of them had ever been to. Dustin hadn't been shy at all about 'getting to know' everyone there.

"Still sore," Dustin confirmed, and nodded. "I'm never taking two dicks in the ass at once again."

"Neeever?" Michael asked, and stopped petting Dustin's chest to reach down and start petting his big brother's soft ass instead.

"Your cute cock is plenty, thanks," Dustin said, and gave his younger brother a smile.

Michael felt himself start to blush. "Heh. I dunno if most people would take 'cute cock' as a compliment, but,I'll definitely take it. Anyways, I thought dp'ing my older brother with a complete stranger last night was about the most fun thing I've ever done, so, thanks for giving it a try once, at least."

Dustin rolled around, and kissed Michael. The two brothers pressed their soft lips together gently, both of them still tender from the night before.

When they were done kissing, the two of them laid face-to-face.

"Just so you know, I really did like getting fucked by the both of you at once," Dustin clarified, and gave Michael another quick kiss. "At the time it was amazing. I'm just saying that right now, the morning after, I'm worried I might never be able to use my ass again."

Michael snickered. "Y'think if your ass actually was broken, you'd finally try being a top for once?"

"I can top," Dustin said, and again gave his little brother a kiss.

"Name_one_ time you've topped," Michael dared.

"I... um... well I_could_ top if I wanted to," Dustin asserted.

Michael snickered again, and kissed his older brother back on the kitty nose. "You should fuck me right now," Michael challenged.

"You? I thought you said you didn't like--"

"I said I_prefer_ not to take it in the butt," Michael said. His tail flicked even more playfully behind himself as he smiled coyly at his older brother. "But like, sometimes I feel like it. Right now, for example."

"Do you wanna like, go get ready, or--"

"Nah. Just raw me," Michael said, and reached down to rub his other brother's sheath. "Unless you're scared--"

Dustin quieted his little brother with a sudden assertive kiss: the older cat pinned the younger cat down on the bed, pushing his tongue down into the younger cat's mouth. Michael, very pleasantly surprised by Dustin taking control all of the sudden, laid back and let Dustin have free reign over his body.

Michael couldn't help himself from purring as Dustin gave him deep french kisses--so deep that the older cat's sandpapery tongue touched the back of the younger cat's throat once or twice, making the younger cat giggle. Dustin stroked his own sheath as he dominated his brother, trying to get his dick to wake up. Michael hadn't been wrong--it was_really_ rare for Dustin to top anyone at all.

Soon, the older cat's pointed penis poked out of its feline sheath. Dustin continued to stroke it to keep it hard while he reached into their nightstand for the lube.

"Ready?" he asked his little brother, as he coated his penis in the slick liquid.

"Ready," Michael purred, and rolled around onto his stomach, presenting his ass to the older cat.

Dustin reached out and put a hand on his little brother's butt, and gave it a squeeze. "Ready-ready?" he asked.

"Mmhmmmm," Michael purred, nuzzling the top of his head against the bedsheets in anticipation.

"Okay. Good." Dustin gulped, and continued to look down at the younger cat. "I've just always kinda felt like it was more okay to_take_ it from my little brother than to--"

"Dustiiiinnn, c'mon and fuck me alreadyyyy," Michael pleaded, spreading his asscheeks apart as though the only issue was that Dustin couldn't see the hole.

Dustin bit his lip, lowered himself down onto Michael, and pressed the head of his dick against his little brother's rear.

At the last minute, Michael added, "G-go slow though. I'm a 'having stuff in my ass' noob. But I still wanna try it."

"Sure," Dustin said, secretly very glad to be going slow with this too.

Slowly, Dustin moved his hips forward, pushing the head of his dick into Michael's hole--immediately, Dustin felt a wave of satisfaction and pleasure wash over himself at the feeling of penetrating his little brother, and he wondered why they hadn't tried this forever ago.

Michael, on the other hand, had bunched up some of the bedsheets into his hand and formed a tight fist. He clenched his fist hard, trying to take his mind off the feeling of getting fucked for the first time: he had fingered himself a_tiny_ bit in the past, but, even just the head of Dustin's cock was much more than Michael had ever really taken before.

Involuntarily, Michael let out a quiet, drawn-out hiss.

Hearing this, Dustin pulled out of his little feline brother.

Michael sighed, stopped tensing every part of his body, and let his head fall face-first down into the bedsheets. "Sorry. I thought that would be easier," the younger cat said. He sighed again, this time drawing it out even longer to show just how sorry he was for pushing it if he couldn't actually take it.

Michael waited for a response. Eventually he got one, though it wasn't the kind of response he was expecting: he felt Dustin's lips press against his soft, left-unfucked butt.

"H-heh, hey, c'mon, that feels weird," Michael said.

Dustin continued planting a series of kisses on his little brother's cheeks. "Tell me to stop and I will," he told the younger cat. Based on the way the younger cat's tail flicked happily at each peck, the older cat was very confident that the younger cat actually was enjoying it.

"Nah, I mean, if_you_ wanna keep kissing my ass," Michael said, and then laughed.

Dustin, not dissuaded, put a hand against each of Michael's cheeks and spread them apart. He began planting kisses along the inside of his little brother's crack. He could tell that Michael felt nervous about this at first, but eventually, the younger cat began purring from the affection.

Finally, Dustin gave Michael a kiss straight on the hole. The younger cat's reaction was somewhere between another hiss, a loud purr, and a laugh. "Keep going," Michael said, scooching his butt up closer to Dustin's face.

Dustin gave his little brother's hole a lick, and then another, finding that he wasn't put off by the taste at all. If anything, the older cat was drawn to how the younger cat tasted, and wanted to taste him even deeper. Soon Dustin stopped licking the outside, and instead pushed the tip of his tongue into the inside of Michael's ass.

Michael found himself grabbing the bedsheets very tightly again, although this time, it was to handle an excess of pleasure rather than a feeling of pain.

Eventually, Michael stopped his purring so that he could whisper to his older brother. "Psst. Dustin."

Dustin unburied his face from Michael's ass and looked up.

Michael, still lying face-down in front of Dustin, gave the older cat a 'come here' gesture with his finger.

Dustin crawled up the bed to be lying side-by-side with his brother. Their whiskers brushed against each other.

"How do you bottom?" Michael asked, still whispering. "Like, how can I make it_not_ hurt like a bitch?"

"Just gotta learn not to tense up," Dustin told him. "I mean, not to be gross, but, your body instinctively thinks it's taking a dump when it feels your butthole opening. It wants to 'hold it in' because that's what you've always taught it to do when it feels that way. But, you can't really put anything in--dildo, fingers, dick--if you're flexing yourself closed. So you gotta re-teach your body that it's okay to feel that kind of stuff down there."

"...Oh. That makes a lot of sense actually."

"Heh. Makes sense, but, I get that it's still not easy at first."

After saying this, Dustin went in to give his younger brother a comforting kiss. The younger cat recoiled from this, and kept the older cat at bay by holding a hand against the older cat's forehead. "No," Michael said. "You got assbreath."

Dustin giggled, and then tried to smell his own breath to see if Michael was right. "I'll take your word for it," he eventually said.

"Wanna try and fuck me again?" Michael asked.

"Nope," the older brother said, shaking his head.

"Why nooot?"

"'Cause I like you and I don't wanna hurt you," Dustin said, and stuck his tongue out.

"Yeah but I know the secret now," Michael said, feline tail flicking around excitedly. He turned around on the bed and started scooching his ass back onto his older brother's crotch, egging him on, saying, "C'mon, you know you wanna."

"You promise you'll tell me if it hurts?" Dustin asked. The older cat was undeniably aroused by his little brother's teasing.

"Yep. I'll tell you with words first, and then with a lot of claws and teeth if you keep going after that."

Dustin rubbed his own cock, which was still completely erect. Just to be safe, he put a bit more lube on it.

Michael got up onto his hands and kneels on the bed this time. Dustin knelt behind him, and once again, pushed his hips up against his little brother's adorable butt. Again, Dustin put the tip of his feline cock up against Michael's hole.

"Ready?" Dustin asked.

Michael took a second, feeling his older brother's dick pushing against his tight asshole. This time, Michael took a deep breath, relaxed, and then pushed back onto his brother's dick all by himself, forcing the entire thing into his ass all at once.

As soon as this happened, both cats froze in place for a second, eyes wide in intense pleasure at having their typical roles flipped completely around. Dustin let out a moan at feeling Michael's ass around his cock. Michael, who had been holding his breath, slowly let it all out.

"W-want me to...?" Dustin asked, trailing off.

Michael nodded. He adjusted his position on his hands and knees so that his legs were spread apart farther. A bit nervous, but very excited, Michael repeated, "Go slow. But yeah: fuck the shit out of me."

Dustin rested his hands on either side of his little brother's body, carefully pulled out just a bit, and then pushed himself back in. Both of them let out a small moan. Dustin did it again, pulling out and pushing in a little bit more this time. "Still okay?" he asked.

Michael nodded.

Dustin began pumping in and out, keeping himself under control so that he wouldn't fuck his brother too hard right away and hurt him. Michael did seem to be loving it though, pushing back against each of Dustin's thrusts, making Dustin go even deeper each time.

Dustin closed his eyes for a second as he pumped, letting himself fully enjoy the feeling of thrusting his cock into his brother.

When he opened his eyes again, he noticed that Michael had started stroking his own cock, moaning as he was being penetrated.

"Heh. Knew you were still a top at heart," Dustin commented.

Michael blushed. Somehow, being 'caught' jerking off by his older brother--even while that brother was fucking him--still felt a little embarrassing. Still, he didn't stop: every time he had tried fingering himself in the past, he had always been jerking off at the same time. He loved feeling things from both ends at once. He jerked himself off harder and harder, and he noticed that as he sped up, Dustin did too, fucking faster and faster, making deeper and deeper thrusts. Overwhelmed by the new sensations happening in his ass, Michael blew his load way earlier than normal, crying out as he did. At the sound of his little brother's cry--and the feeling of his little brother's hole pulsing as he came--Dustin was sent over the edge too, cumming deep inside his little brother. The two of them collapsed into a pile of cuddles.

Michael reached over and dragged a blanket back over the both of them. They laid face-to-face, tails writhing contentedly under the covers.

"Just so you know, you're not getting away with being the only bottom in this relationship for any longer," Michael teased, and kissed Dustin on the cheek, where the older cat's ass-breath was of less concern.

"Pff. Yeah, like I'm gonna let you be the only one who tops from now on," Dustin agreed, and then quickly planted a kiss straight on his little brother's lips.

Michael gagged, and wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist.

pt. 2: The Dom and the Sub

"Goood doggy. Ah, yeahhh, thaaat's a good boy," Roger said, as Matt sucked on his equine dick.

Matt--Roger's sub--had indeed been a very good boy. He had been waiting nude at the front door when Roger got home from work, kneeling there with his hands handcuffed behind his back, collar clasped tight around his neck, leash held in his mouth, and a blindfold tied snugly around his eyes. Upon closer inspection, Roger even found that the golden retriever had put earplugs in--the pup had recently added 'sensory deprivation' to his laundry list of little kinks. Roger often felt that half his work as a dom was simply in remembering all of the things that his sub was into.

Not one to let his own pleasure get in the way of the task at hand, Roger tugged back on Matt's leash, forcing the retriever to stop giving oral. The dog knelt there on the floor, still blindfolded and earplugged, waiting for what Roger would do next.

Roger himself had quite a good idea of what he was going to do next. All day at work, the horse had been sipping and sipping from a water bottle. By the time his lunch break came around he'd had to piss something fierce, but he'd held it in, and continued drinking from his water bottle, filling it back up each time it emptied. It had been a struggle not to wet himself on the way home, and he was shocked that he hadn't let loose when Matt had started sucking him off.

"Open," Roger commanded the dog.

The retriever continued to kneel there, unmoving, taking cautious shallow breaths.

Roger was about to scold the dog for disobeying, before he remembered the earplugs. He debated taking the dog's earplugs out at that point, but decided he could indulge his sub with them for a little while longer, since the canine had clearly been so eager to try them out.

So instead of reprimanding the dog, or shouting loud enough for the command to be heard, Roger simply took matters into his own hands. He knelt down and grabbed the canine's jaw. The dog flinched, but only a little. Roger guided a finger underneath the retriever's jowl, feeling the array of pointed teeth underneath. Carefully, Roger pushed down on a couple of the lower-jaw's teeth, guiding the canine to open his mouth. Obediently, the canine did open his mouth, and kept it open after Roger let go. Next, Roger pushed up on the canine's upper teeth, positioning the canine so that he was looking upwards slightly.

Satisfied with the dog being positioned like this, Roger stood up again. The horse took a couple of steps back, aimed his cock at the dog's mouth, and let loose with a long-overdue torrent of piss. The second it started rushing out, the horse felt that a weight had been lifted off him.

The sub coughed as the first of the piss hit his mouth, caught completely off-guard. Quickly though, the dog began swallowing as fast as he could, letting the excess that he couldn't swallow dribble down his canine jaw and fall onto the hardwood floor. Roger was impressed by how good Matt had gotten at swallowing piss: almost none of it escaped.

With half his bladder still left to go, Roger took a step to the side, and then another, turning slightly as he went to still be facing the canine. Soon, he was pissing on Matt's cheek, where the sub no longer had a chance of swallowing, and instead had to let the entire stream of urine hit him and trickle down his fur. Roger continued to step around the kneeling canine until he was pissing on the back of the dog's neck. The dog knelt obediently as Roger's piss soaked down into his fur.

When Roger had finished relieving himself, he went back around to the front of the dog, and was impressed to find that the dog had remained just as he had been positioned: mouth open, looking up slightly. Roger put his equine cock back into the urine-soaked canine's mouth. The canine went straight back to sucking Roger off.

Roger was tempted to spoil his sub, and give the dog head-scratches while he performed. Roger knew, however, that the dog was depraved enough that head-scratches would barely even register to him. So instead, Roger decided he would spoil the dog by being even rougher with him, which was what the dog always begged for.

Roger took his cock out of the dog's mouth once again. He then knelt down in front of the sub, wrapped his arms around him, and lifted the canine up off the ground. Over-the-shoulder, Roger carried the piss-soaked Matt over to the nearby kitchen counter, and then set him down on it so that the dog was lying on his back on the elevated surface, head hanging back off the edge of the counter, muzzle at the perfect height for Roger to fuck and at the perfect angle for the horse to get all the way down into the dog's throat.

Roger once again put his cock into his sub's mouth, and started to pump back and forth. With each pump, Roger thrust deeper into the retriever, until he was past the mouth and into the throat. Matt, a pro at being a sub, took to it immediately, not gagging the tiniest bit as Roger throat-fucked him. Out of the corner of his eye, in fact, Roger had caught the retriever give a tiny tail-wag.

Taking this as his cue, Roger began throat-fucking Matt harder, suddenly forcing much more of his long equine cock into the canine. The canine let out a pained whine, but at the same time, his tail also began to wag back and forth fiercely. Roger kept going, bucking into the doggy's throat over and over again. The dog, handcuffed and blindfolded, had no choice but to take it.

When Roger felt he was just about to cum, he pulled out of Matt's throat all at once, gave himself the last few strokes he needed with his hand, and came rope after rope of horse semen onto the piss-soaked retriever's body--he shot ten times before he was finally done.

After taking a second to catch his breath, Roger picked the defiled dog up, and sat him up so that he was sitting upright on the edge of the countertop. Slowly, he removed the dog's blindfold--Roger couldn't help but feel warm inside when, as the he and the dog met eyes, the dog began wagging his tail again, and leaned forward to give the horse a big kiss. After being so rough, Roger was always worried that the dog would resent him afterwards. So far though, that had never been the case. Roger kissed the dog back. The two of them made out for a little while.

"How long were you waiting for me to get home?" Roger asked.

Matt tilted his head, and pretended to do sign language at Roger.

Roger rolled his eyes, reached under the retriever's floppy ears, pulled out the earplugs, and re-asked the question.

"I waited for a few hours," Matt answered. "With the blindfold and earplugs and nothing to do though, it felt even longer. I... well... heh."

"You can say it," Roger encouraged.

"I didn't think to use the bathroom beforehand," the canine admitted. "So when you started pissing on me, that was adding more insult to injury than you even knew."

Roger, feeling bad for the pup, reached up and scratched the dog's head.

As predicted, the scratches got no reaction from the sub whatsoever.

"Still have to go?" Roger asked.

Matt nodded. "Been trying really hard not to squirm at all since you came in."

"Alright doggy, you can go."

Matt began to get up from his spot on the edge of the countertop, but Roger put a hand on the retriever's chest, stopping him.

"You can go_here_," Roger told him.

"Right here on the counter?" Matt asked.

Roger nodded.

"Right here on the_kitchen_ counter?" Matt asked again.

"If you have to go so bad," Roger said.

"But... but I make food here..."

Roger found the sub's reluctance endearing. The counter was already coated in urine, just from Matt being placed on it after he'd been pissed on. But apparently, Roger had found that the canine felt there was an extra line being crossed by pissing on the counter directly.

"You have until I get to three, or else you'll have to wait another hour," Roger instructed. "One."

Matt let out a soft whine.

"Two."

Matt squirmed.

"Th--"

A stream of piss began flowing from the golden retriever's sheath. The piss went up in a short arc before landing back down and collecting in a puddle between the retriever's legs on the edge of the countertop. Soon the puddle grew large enough to soak the retriever's ball-fur and leg-fur, and then the puddle also began pouring off the edge of the counter as the canine kept going.

After he was finished, the canine looked up at the equine very timidly, as though expecting punishment for doing something wrong.

"Good dog," Roger said. "Go shower while I clean this up."

Matt nodded, and hopped down off the counter. Still handcuffed, he dashed off to the bathroom to clean himself.

Roger--after glancing back to be sure the canine was gone--leaned down and took a sip of the dog's piss from the puddle on the edge of the countertop.

By the time Matt returned, the countertop was spotless--Roger had used paper towels and cleaning sprays for most of the job. The horse had also cleaned up the floor where he's pissed on Matt.

Matt put his nose to the counter and tried to smell any trace of urine still on it. Apparently satisfied that the counter was clean enough to be used for cooking again, he thanked Roger for cleaning up after him. Roger said it was no trouble at all, and unlocked Matt's handcuffs for being so obedient.

The horse then went to go take a shower as well.

Afterwards, the both of them went over to the couch in the living room to make out. Both were still nude. Although the dog's coat was all clean and freshly washed, it was clear that he hadn't brushed his teeth, as his mouth still reeked of horse piss. Roger, unsurprisingly, was not turned off by this fact in the slightest. It wasn't long before his hard cock was budging against the golden retriever's leg.

"Want me back on my knees again? Or back on the counter?" Matt asked.

"Not yet," Roger said. "We have to save ourselves a little bit for tonight."

"Tonight?" Matt questioned.

Roger nodded. "Remember how you've always said you wanted me to show you off and share you with others?"

Matt's face gave way to a sudden excited expression, and his tail began to wag.

"At work today I heard these three guys talking--loudly--about wanting to host an orgy," Roger continued. "I told them that if they do, me and my sub would be very interested in attending. They said they'd make it happen. Address is written on a scrap of paper over in my work pants' pocket. Party starts at ten tonight."

pt. 3: The Polyamorous Trio

"Fuck you, I only suck dick for cash," Ed said, and then straightened the zipper of his sweatshirt as though it made him look more dignified.

"Ed. You sucked Jack's dick for a bite of his sandwich literally fifteen minutes ago," Anthony pointed out.

"I even told you it wasn't that great of a sandwich," Jack added.

The three foxes continued walking down the sidewalk, side by side.

Ed--the red fox--walked in the middle, wearing a thick baggy sweatshirt in spite of the heat: he was literally panting as he went along. As soon as the other two had mentioned that he should take the sweatshirt off, however, Ed became immediately determined to wear it all the way to get lunch and all the way back, fully zipped up, just to prove that he could.

Anthony, who was an arctic fox, and Jack, who was a fennec, were both dressed in gym shorts and t-shirts.

"Look, the point is that I don't suck dick for nothing," Ed said.

"Ed," Anthony began again. "You sucked my dick this morning because you said you needed my semen 'for science.'"

"Science is something! Science is very something!" Ed defended.

"Sure, if you were_actually_ a fucking scientist, who actually studied random fucking semen, then I could see how that would be super useful--except for the fact that you fucking. Swallowed. It."

"Scientific error. Happens to the best of us," Ed said, and put up the hood of his hoodie.

Anthony sighed, and reminded himself that he shouldn't complain about getting head.

The three foxes arrived at the Subway. Jack held the door open for Ed and Anthony.

"Whatcha gonna get?" Jack (the fennec) asked Anthony (the arctic) as the three of them stood in line.

"Veggie," Anthony answered.

"Nice," Jack said.

"You?" Anthony asked.

"Already ate. Just wanted to come with."

"Ah, right. S'cool."

The fennec and the artic fox fist-bumped.

"Hey do you think if I sucked the guy behind the counter's dick he'd let me have the tip jar?"

"Ed, is it your goal in life to be the cheapest fucking slut in the galaxy?" Anthony asked.

"Fuck off it was an actual question."

"That's the problem!" Anthony yelled, and then bit his tongue as others in line gave the three of them judgmental looks.

"What're_you_ gonna get?" Jack (the fennec) asked Ed (the red).

"I'm not sure yet," Ed responded, and shrugged.

Upon hearing this, Anthony was unable to help himself from shouting again. "Ed! You were making dick-sucking plans before you even knew what kind of sandwich you wanted?!"

"Gotta have priorities," Ed told the arctic fox.

"Not if your priorities are the priorities of a fucking insane person!" Anthony scolded. The artic fox then huffed, and apologized to the people next to them in line for yelling again.

The three foxes stood quietly for a couple of minutes as the line moved forward.

"Do you think they have ham?" Ed eventually asked.

"Yes Ed, I think they have fu--" Anthony cut himself off, and then tried again in a calmer voice. "Yes, Ed. I think they do have ham at Subway."

"Good. 'Cause I'm gonna get some. Gonna get a ham and american cheese with ranch on white."

"Sounds good," Jack (the fennec) commented.

"Can you order it for me?" Ed asked. "I'm shy."

"Yeah no problem, I gotcha," Jack said.

Anthony opened his mouth to make a point about how Ed was too shy to order a sandwich, but two minutes ago was going to suck the guy behind the counter's dick. Before he could say anything however, Jack (the fennec) put a hand on Anthony's arm, and shook his head.

Anthony sighed, and let it go.

When they got to the front of the line, Jack relayed Ed's order to the horse behind the counter. Anthony ordered his own sandwich: wheat, all of the veggies, no cheese no meat no sauce. After paying, the three of them sat down at a booth.

"Do you guys wanna do an orgy?" Ed asked, after swallowing his first bite of his sandwich.

"Oh dear god where did this idea come from," Anthony asked, as he tried to find a good angle to bite into his own sandwich from. "Do you just mean a threesome, Ed? Like we do every night?"

"No, like an orgy," Ed insisted. "I heard Howard and Ken were having a rent party, and I thought that that could be a pretty fun idea, but instead of being about rent ours would just be sex."

"You want to charge people money to get into our orgy?" Anthony questioned, trying to figure out how Ed's idea was related to a rent party whatsoever.

"No, I told you, forget about the rent part: ours would just be sex."

"Then what did this have to do with a rent party??" Anthony pressed, raising his voice.

Jack (the fennec) put a hand on Anthony's arm again, returning the arctic fox to a calmer tone.

"The rent party was just how I got the idea, but then it turned into another idea. Chill," Ed said, and then went in for another sandwich bite.

Anthony hung his head and rubbed his forehead. "Cheapest slut in the galaxy," the arctic fox said under his breath.

"I'd be down for an orgy," Jack voiced.

"Yeah, same," Anthony conceded, sounding thoroughly exacerbated. "Who would we invite?"

"I think Michael said that him and his older brother are gay with each other," Ed said with his mouth full.

"Wh--like Michael and Dustin?" Anthony asked. "That Michael?"

Ed nodded.

"Like they're in a gay relationship_together?_" Anthony continued.

"Yeah, something like that," Ed nodded again, mouth still full after having taken another bite.

"Something like that??"

"Get off my case, I was only like, half-listening when he said it on Discord. Wasn't about to go, 'sorry could you repeat that, your mic might have fucked up, I thought you said that you and your older brother are fucking or something.'"

"Ed," Anthony said through gritted teeth. "That is_exactly_ what you have to ask to that kind of thing."

"Well, either way, I'll see if him or Dustin or both of them are interested in coming over for an orgy."

"So we're not even gonna talk about if Michael might be in a fucked-up abusive relationship right now?"

"Do you want me to ask about that too?"

"Yes!"

"Fine, I'll ask about that too." Ed shrugged, and bit into his sandwich again.

Anthony sighed, and offered half of his sandwich to Jack (the fennec), no longer quite as hungry. The three of them ate quietly for a little while.

"So_assuming_ that Michael or Dustin--"

"Or both," Ed interrupted.

"Or both," Anthony added, and then shuddered. "But besides them, is there anyone else we'd want to invite?"

The three of them thought.

Shortly into the think, they heard a knocking-on-glass sound and a 'yoohoo' type whistle. They turned and looked over to the counter where the sounds had come from. The horse standing there behind the counter gave them a wave, and then walked around and over to their booth.

"Pardon my eavesdropping," the horse said. "But if you're looking for just anyone to join in on your fun, I'm sure my partner and I would be interested."

"Tch. Told you finding people for an orgy would be easy," Ed said to Anthony, and then finished his sandwich.

"When the hell did you tell me that and when the hell did I say it wouldn't be, Ed?" Anthony asked.

As the red fox and the arctic fox bickered, Jack (the fennec) talked with Roger (the horse). After a short while, phone numbers and an address had been exchanged. The fennec and the horse shook hands.

As Roger was walking back towards the counter, Ed called after him with an important question: "Hey is it against the rules here if the three of us go bang in the bathroom real quick?"

"Mi casa su casa," Roger said over his shoulder with a shrug.

Ed turned to Anthony and Jack, red fox tail wagging excitedly behind himself.

"Jesus fucking christ Ed," Anthony said, and then the three of them left the booth and filed towards the bathroom to bang. Once inside, Jack turned and locked the door behind them.

With some help from each other, they all began taking off their clothes: Anthony slid down Jack's gym shorts and underwear, while Jack took off Anthony's t-shirt. Soon, Anthony and Jack were completely nude in the Subway bathroom. Ed was half nude: he stood with his legs completely bare, and with his big baggy sweatshirt still wrapped around his torso. His arms were crossed, and he had an erection.

"He does look pretty cute like that," Jack commented to Anthony.

Anthony didn't disagree. Far from it: the arctic fox went up to Ed, knelt down, and started sucking on his dick. As much as they argued over things, that all dissolved very quickly when the pants came off.

While getting his dick sucked, Ed gently patted Anthony's head.

Jack, not looking to be left out of the fun, laid down on his side, positioned so that he could suck on Anthony's dick while Antony continued to suck on Ed. The three foxes remained stealthily quiet as they all blew each other in the bathroom--this was far from their first time having sex in a semi-public place. While the_idea_ of getting caught was often fun, Jack and Ed had found out once before that the reality of getting caught was actually the opposite of fun, and had--in their case--involved running from security guards who were intent on turning them over to the real police.

Anthony, noticing that Jack was the only one not receiving any attention, reached over and starting stroking the fennec's cock up and down. The fennec's tail began wagging at this, which in turn, made the artic fox's tail start wagging as well.

The fox trio were not ones to practice tantric sex and prolong things for hours on end--instead, they had decided that they were much bigger fans of the quickie. In under a minute of stroking and sucking each other, all three foxes' knots were expanded, and they were each on the verge of blowing their load.

Ed came first, shooting his spunk into Anthony's arctic-fox mouth. Once finished, the red fox gave the artic fox one final 'thanks' pat-on-the-head, and then stepped back to get dressed again.

Anthony and Jack, now free to focus completely on one another, both got on their sides and started sixty-nining on the restaurant's bathroom floor. Neither fox tried to hold back from finishing: within mere seconds, both of them were cumming in each other's eager mouths.

They both took the time to suck and lick each other's dick nice and clean afterwards, and then they got dressed, and the three of them filed out of the bathroom.

"D'you ever think we perpetuate the 'foxes are slutty' stereotype_too_ hard?" Anthony wondered out loud, as they walked back down the sidewalk outside.

"Say that again to my vulpine dick that just got sucked," Ed countered.

Anthony sighed. "That's a very good point, Ed."

pt. 4: Standard Pizza Delivery

Chet put the car in park, and then looked down again at the instructions that went along with this delivery order:Customer said they'll be home later. Front door is unlocked. Money will be inside on a table.

Overall, this type of delivery would seem illegal-as-fuck to Chet, if he didn't get delivery orders that were something along these lines just about every day. After double-checking the address, the german shepherd got out of the car and started walking towards the door, pizza in hand, whistling a tune to himself.

He tried the front door, and sure enough, found it to be unlocked. Still whistling, he pushed the door open and took a step inside.

There, one step into the house, he froze, as he was met with seven pairs of eyes staring back at him--also very visible to Chet were seven pairs of dangling furry balls.

Everyone stood dead still. The seven naked dudes looked at Chet, none of them saying a word. Chet looked back at the seven naked dudes, trying to act like he couldn't see their nudity.

The arctic fox--who happened to be standing closest to the door when Chet walked in--was the first to break the silence. "Uh... heh. Hi there. I suppose this kind of thing happens all the time?"

Chet, still staring, shook his head.

"Well uh... wanna come in?"

Chet's mind flashed back to the conversation he'd had with his girlfriend about this exact scenario.

"Hey, Lori, I've been meaning to ask: if I'm out delivering pizzas and a hot lady with big boobs invites me in for sex like in a porno, can I have your permission to fuck her titties?"

"Pfff! Yeah, as if that's ever really happened."

"Is that a yes?"

"Ha, ha. You know what, Chet? Sure. If some dude tries to hit on you, you have my blessing to do every last thing you want with him."

Chet had never mentioned to his girlfriend that he was burningly bicurious, and that every day since that conversation, he had secretly hoped 'some dude' would hit on him while he was out delivering pizzas.

"You're not filming this or anything, are you?" the german shepherd asked the arctic fox.

The arctic fox shook his head. "Heh. Nope."

"Promise you'll never tell anyone I was here?"

"'Course not."

The german shepherd looked around to the others in the room, implying the same question to all of them.

Each of them gave their own version of a "your secret's safe with me" gesture.

Chet set down the pizza he'd been holding, closed the door behind himself, undressed, took the arctic fox's hand, and walked with him towards the others, red rocket already poking out of his sheath.

pt. 5: A Panda Named Ernest Who Ordered a Pizza with Special Delivery Instructions to the Wrong Address by Mistake, which Happens to the Best of Us Sometimes when we're Trying to Focus on Two Things at Once

"Can you do extra pepperoni?" Ernest had asked. He'd held his phone with one hand, and the steering wheel with the other. "Good, good, let's do that. Now, for the delivery, I won't be home for a little while yet, but my front door is unlocked, and I've left some money on the table just inside. Would it be possible to--fantastic, yes. The address? Ahhh, give me a sec. No no, I know it. It's..."

pt. 6: Invitation

Michael sat at his computer, clicking around, looking at random shit on the internet. As per usual, the black cat had Discord open in the background, talking with random friends through his headset.

Dustin laid on the bed on the other side of the room, tapping on his phone, playing some mobile game.

Both cat brothers were nude, as they generally preferred to be when they were home with each other.

"I don't know, I never saw Star Wars," Michael said, in response to a friend's question about which Star Wars movie he liked the best. He reached down to scratch his balls, and then sniffed his fingers as he listened to his friend ask how not seeing Star Wars was even possible. "I don't know, just never wanted to watch any of them," the cat answered. "Because I don't watch movies. No, never saw those either. Nope. Nope. Nope. No, I don't think you understand: I have literally never sat through an entire movie. Yeah. Never. Because that sounds excruciating? Well if you want I can put Dustin on, and the two of you can have a fuckin' jolly old time bitching together about how uncultured I am. Yeah, that's what I thought. Heh. Scaredy cat. Oh--hey I gotta go anyways. Friend's asking me to join a private chat. Man I don't know what it's called, I just use this thing to talk to people. Heh, yeah. Later man."

Michael clicked off of the channel he had been hanging out in, and opened up the private chat with his friend Ed, who had spammed him with about twenty messages within the last few seconds.

"Sup?" the black cat asked, leaning back in his chair.

"Michael!" Ed yelled, exploding Michael's ear with sound.

The cat jumped in his seat, and lowered his headset's volume a bit. "Fuckin', hey, yes, what's up Ed?" the cat asked again.

"Michael did you know that me and Anthony and Jack are all gay together?"

"Heh. Yeah Ed, you've mentioned it before. A lot. For years now. I think it was literally never a secret."

"Cool I just wanted to double-check that you were cool with that before I invited you to our sex party we're having tonight."

"Wh--tonight?"

"Yuhuh."

"Ed, it's already dark out. What time were you planning on starting?"

"In like, twenty minutes? I know you're a fifteen minute drive away so yeah, I'd say we could start in like twenty."

"Heheh. Goddammit I love you Ed."

"Aw. I might have to check with Anthony and Jack before I say the same thing back to you."

"Nah, it's fine, I meant friendly love."

"Double aw: aw times two. So are you coming?" Ed asked.

"Heh, fuckin', sure, let me put my shoes on and head out the door. You're serious about this?"

"Super cereal. Hey is Dustin there?"

"Yeah, he's here."

"Are you two... hold on let me type it so he doesn't hear in case I was wrong."

Michael began to explain that he was wearing a headset, but saw that the fox had already started typing, and let it go. In a couple seconds, a message popped up in the chat.

Is Dustin also gay? Ed asked.

Incredibly, Michael answered.

Do you two have sex? Ed asked.

"Yes," Michael said out loud, not wanting to put that kind of information down in writing.

"Yess! Guys, remember how I said I thought Michael and Dustin were gay together? Yeah. They toootally are. So can I invite both of them? Fine, I'll ask. Michael is Dustin abusing you?"

"No Ed, Dustin is not abusing me," Michael said, and then swiveled around it his chair towards Dustin, who had perked up at hearing this.It's Ed, Michael mouthed to Dustin, pointing at the headset.

Ahhh, Dustin mouthed back, and gave a thumbs-up to the younger cat.

"Michael, does Dustin wanna come too then?" Ed asked.

"Let me check. Dustin, do you wanna come with to an orgy?"

Dustin got up from the bed immediately and marched to go put his clothes on.

Michael snickered, and said, "Yeah he wants to come with."

"Cool. See you in twenty?"

"See you in twenty."

pt. 7: Getting Ready

Jack (the fennec) emptied the dustpan into the kitchen garbage, and then put his hands on his hips and looked around. The house was looking nice. He felt he had to make sure that every inch of the house looked nice, since there was no telling where the party might end up. Quickly, he made one last patrol through the house to make sure that he hadn't missed anything.

Upstairs, the bedroom looked great: there were fresh sheets on the bed, everything was dusted, and none of Ed's trash or dirty clothes were lying around on the floor for once. The bathroom that connected to the bedroom was also looking nice and spotless--each bathroom had been stocked with 'party favors' for everyone. Namely, these party favors included little pump-top bottles of lube for everyone to carry around with themselves throughout the night, disposable enemas for everyone who felt they needed to clean themselves out at any point, and plenty of water bottles to keep everyone hydrated during all of the night's activities.

Moving down the stairs to the main floor of the house, the kitchen was cleaned spotless on every surface. Initially, Jack had laid out snacks on the island countertop in the kitchen's middle. After further consideration though, Jack had taken them off, and decided to designate the entire kitchen as the 'messy activities zone' if anyone needed it, since the kitchen would be the easiest to clean up afterwards.

From the kitchen, Jack walked back to the longue. Given that this room in the back of the house had carpet and fabric sofas, it was basically the opposite of easy to clean up. The idea of giving randos free reign to get dirty in here worried Jack slightly, but it wasn't as though he and Anthony and Ed weren't constantly fucking in the lounge to begin with: it was a very nice and cozy space. He supposed he could trust everyone not to get too rowdy in there. Quickly, Jack also checked the bathroom beside the lounge, to make sure that it was properly stocked as well. After finding that it was, he nodded, and doubled back through the lounge, back through the kitchen, and into the living room at the front of the house. There, he found Anthony and Ed lying together on the leather sofa, making out. He ignored them for the moment, and glanced around the living room: wood floor swept, thick curtains duct-taped shut, overhead lights dimmed. Perfect.

Just at the fennec had finished his patrol through the house, the doorbell rang.

Jack looked over to the other two foxes, who continued making out on the couch as though they hadn't even noticed.

The fennec shrugged, and figured that that would be a good first impression for the guests to see anyways. He pranced to the door, wondering if it would be Roger and Matt who had arrived first, or Michael and Dustin. The fennec opened the door up, and was surprised to find all four of them standing outside. Roger and Matt stood up front, closest to the door. Matt was dressed in a collar, black shorts, and a girly pink shirt. Roger stood beside the dog, holding the canine's leash. Behind the horse and the retriever stood the two black cat brothers, both dressed in jeans and t-shirts.

"Hi-diddly-ho," Roger said, waving at the fennec with a friendly little smile. The horse pointed back to the cats, and mentioned, "We ran into your friends outside."

From the back, Dustin waved up to the fennec. "Hey Jack."

Jack invited everyone in, and closed the door behind them.

Michael, when he saw Ed and Anthony making out on the couch, snickered. "Wow guys, couldn't even wait for us?"

The two foxes got up and walked over to stand with everyone else. "Just gettin' him revved up for ya," Anthony said, and ruffled Ed's foxy ears.

"Hi Michael," Ed said, floofy tail wagging behind himself. "Hi Dustin. Hi other dudes."

The guests all said hi to Ed.

"So, real quick everyone," Anthony said, and paused for attention. Everybody turned to face the arctic fox. "Just to be super-super clear, because I don't want_anyone_ being surprised: you all know that this is going to be an orgy, right?"

Everyone nodded.

"Michael, Dustin?" Anthony asked, double-checking that the brothers knew what they were getting into.

Michael gave Dustin a slap on the ass and then a kiss on the lips, as proof to Anthony that he and his brother weren't shy with each other.

"Heh, alright, good," Anthony said, noticing how the two cats' tails started intertwining playfully with each other. "So, everyone also..."

Anthony trailed off as Ed walked up, knelt down in front of him, and started undoing the arctic fox's belt.

"Ed, hey, knock it off, I'm trying to tell everyone the rules."

"Fuck rules," Ed said, pulled down Anthony's pants and underwear.

The arctic fox blushed, and then decided to get through the rest of what he had to say as quickly as possible. "Bathrooms are upstairs and in the back room. Both bathrooms have lube and other stuff in them. Feel free to pair up or group up however you all want with each other, and go wherever in the house you want to: for the rest of the night, this place is all about getting off. Also, Jack would like it if you did messy things in the kitchen. I don't know what 'messy' means exactly--"

"Piss scat bukkake," Jack interjected.

"Jesus, okay. Yeah, those things only in the kitchen then please. And uh, if it's not too cheesy, I think we should all go around and introduce ourselves? For the benefit of Roger and Matt if nothing else."

"Also we should do introductions naked," Ed added. Everyone noticed, at that point, that the red fox had already managed to take all of his clothes off while nobody was looking.

Michael glanced around for where the fox's clothes had even gone, and wasn't able to spot them anywhere. He shrugged, and started taking his own clothes off as well. His older brother joined him, and soon, everybody in the living room was getting naked. Ed went around the room collecting articles of clothing as they were taken off, and putting all of the clothes into a collective pile in the corner.

Just as the last item of clothing was put on the pile, the front door opened.

Everyone turned and saw a pizza man standing there, one foot inside the house, jaw hanging open.

Anthony, who happened to be standing closest to the door, broke the silence that followed. "Uh... heh. Hi there. I suppose this kind of thing happens all the time?"

Pt. 8: Talk about Incest

Very late into the night, Michael had managed to lure Chet away from everyone else so that the two of them could talk. All night, the german shepherd pizza guy had been very hesitant to get near either of the brothers. By this point into the party, however, the dog had gotten off more times than he could count on one hand, which had put him in a very good mood--he felt dizzy, almost. He'd agreed to come sit on the staircase with Michael to chat, away from the loud lofi hip hop that was playing in the lounge.

"It's really not that I don't like you," the dog said. "It's just... the whole thing with you and your brother is a little bit much for me."

"Fair enough. My brother isn't here right now though," the cat mentioned, and reached over to give the german shepherd's soft inner thigh a caress.

The dog wagged his tail, and then shrugged. "Yeah, I guess he's not. I feel like it would still be on my mind though."

"Hey, suit yourself," the cat said, and stopped touching the dog. "Just teasin' anyways."

The two sat there and listened for a minute. They could hear the foxes and the horse making a ruckus in the lounge. Michael knew that Dustin and Matt were upstairs, but evidently, it seemed that all of the house's cats and dogs were being fairly quiet at the moment.

"Would you at least watch us?" Michael asked.

"Hm?"

"I mean, not wanting to_participate_ in incest-y stuff is like, fair enough. I wouldn't pressure you into it if you didn't want to. But would you watch me fuck my brother?"

The german shepherd thought about it.

"It's a once in a lifetime opportunity," the cat added, egging the canine on. "Two brothers who like to kiss each other and aren't both a pair ugly motherfuckers?"

Chet laughed, and shrugged once again. "You know what? Sure. I'll watch."

Michael gave Chet a quick approving nuzzle on the shoulder.

The two of them stood up, and went creeping up the stairs to find Dustin. Both of them carried their bottles of lube with them.

Up in the bedroom, they found Dustin on his back on the bed, with Matt kneeling on the floor between Dustin's spread legs. The black cat purred as he was blown by the golden retriever, and writhed around on the bed happily.

"Knock knock," Michael said, as he and Chet entered the room.

Dustin looked up at the two and gave them a wave. Matt continued to suck on the older cat's dick, much to the cat's enjoyment.

"What's up, guys?" Dustin asked.

"Nothin', take your time," Michael said. "If you're up for it after, Chet agreed to watch me and you do it."

"D'aw. Yeah, just give me... ooohhh, yeah, just give me a minute," Dustin said, and gave Matt's head a soft pat.

Michael gave his brother a thumbs-up, and turned to sit and wait on the big leather chair that was in the room. "Care to join me?" the younger cat asked, patting the cushy arm of the chair as he looked up at Chet with a pretend-seductive smile.

The german shepherd stood for a second or two longer, but in the end decided to come sit down on the chair with Michael. The canine and the black cat sat side-by-side, scrunched close enough together on the chair that Michael had to wrap his arm around Chet so there'd be comfortable room for both of their shoulders.

"So this doesn't weird you out at all, watching your older brother getting off like this?" Chet asked.

"Heh, nope. Not even a little. I'm glad for him."

"Hm." Chet put his arm around Michael just like Michael had done to him, figuring that they might as well get cozy together if they were going to be sitting a while.

They watched as Matt continued sucking on Dustin.

"Ooh, he's close," Michael mentioned quietly to the german shepherd. "See how's he's arching his back like that and purring loud enough to shake a building down?"

"Heh, yeah."

"Watch, I'm gonna call it: five... four... three... two... one."

On one, they watched as Dustin came into Matt's mouth, and then turned around on the bed afterwards to give the retriever a kiss on the head.

"So you know him_really_ well," Chet commented.

Michael nodded. "I mean, we do live together. And fuck a lot."

With that, the younger cat got up from the chair and walked over to the bed. With the limberness that only cats seemed to possess, Michael got onto the bed and stretched at the same time, and then slinked up to his older brother and gave him a hug. Chet shuddered a bit, seeing the two brothers embracing in the nude, but he forced himself not to look away from it.

The two brothers started to make out, both of them kneeling on the bed and facing each other. They caressed each other from head to toe as they kissed, giving heavy pets to each other's soft feline fur. Chet could hear the both of them purring, and could hear one of them letting out occasional little moans.

Quietly, while the two made out, Matt crawled up onto the bed, past the brothers, and sat curled up at the head of the bed with a pillow in his lap, watching the two cats kiss. "If you two need anything, I'm right here," Chet heard the golden retriever say to them.

As the cats continued making out with each other, Chet noticed that the younger cat's frisky hands began gravitating more and more towards the older cat's ass. Each time the younger cat touched the older cat's backside, both of their tails twitched playfully.

Eventually Michael stopped kissing his brother, and instead leaned forward just a bit farther to whisper something into the older cat's ear. The older cat nodded. Chet found himself a little disappointed that they had paused the show.

Soon, however, Chet realized that it was because the real show was just beginning: Dustin got onto his hands and knees, while Michael knelt behind him, rubbing lube onto his own feline cock. The younger cat also reached out and put a bit of lube on the older cat's ass. Seeing the younger cat rub lube onto his older brother's hole, Chet's cock poked out of its sheath just a bit. When the german shepherd reminded himself that the cats were brothers, however, his cock retreated back into hiding for the time being. He breathed out a little sigh of relief for himself, and leaned back a bit in the leather chair.

He watched as the younger cat continued kneeling behind the older cat, petting the older cat down his back and down the sides of his legs, making the older cat purr contentedly, tail raised high in the air. Then, the younger brother stuck his cock in and started pumping.

Chet found that his own cock was poking out of its sheath again, even farther than before. He reached down and tried to push it back in, but that was a losing battle: as soon as he touched it, it slipped forward out of the sheath completely, leaving it obvious to anyone who looked that he'd gotten an erection from watching the two cat brothers fuck.

Chet bit his lip, and tried to ignore his hard cock as he continued to observe the two. It was clear to see that both of them were enjoying themselves immensely: both of them moaned, and called out each other's names every once in a while. Chet found it fascinating how not-weirded-out they were by the fact that they were related. It wasn't even like they were each trying to pretend that the other was someone else. They both knew exactly who they were having sex with, and seemed to enjoy it even more that way.

Idly, still leaning back in the chair, Chet began to toy with his cock as he watched the two brothers.

In one swift motion, Michael pulled out of his brother, flipped the older cat around, and then went straight back to fucking him, both of them now lying flat on the bed in the missionary position, the older cat looking back up at the younger one as the younger one fucked him. The older cat writhed pleasurably and arched his back, just as he had while getting blown by Matt. Chet found himself stroking his own cock as he watched how much the felines were enjoying themselves.

Michael stopped thrusting for a second, and then leaned down into Dustin's ear to whisper something again. Dustin thought about it for a second, and then whispered back, nodding.

Michael got off of Dustin, and turned over to Matt, who was still sitting at the head of the bed, pillow in lap. With his feline limberness, Michael slinked up to Matt's ear and whispered something to the dog as well, resting a hand on the golden retriever's chest as he spoke. The golden retriever nodded right away, put the pillow he'd been holding aside, and crawled back towards Dustin with Michael. Chet continued stroking himself as he watched the three of them get into position.

First, Michael laid down on his back. Then, Dustin got on top of him, straddling his legs over his little brother's hips. Lastly, Matt knelt behind Dustin, readying his big red canine cock with some lube. Both the dog and the younger cat had their cocks pointed towards the older cat's rear.

Matt insisted that Michael go first, and so he did, sliding himself back up into his older brother's hole. After all of the night's activities, Dustin wasn't the tightest he'd ever been: Michael's cock slid back into his brother's ass with no problem whatsoever.

Next, Matt put the tip of his canine cock against Dustin's ass too, resting it right on top of the younger brother's feline dick that was already inside. Going slow and careful, Matt pushed the head of his cock into the older feline too, stretching his hole farther than it had even been stretched before in order to accommodate the two dicks at once. Dustin bit his knuckle, and told the dog to keep going. The retriever obeyed, and soon, Dustin had taken both cocks to the hilt.

Carefully, Michael and Matt both started pumping themselves back and forth, falling into an alternating rhythm of going in and out at the same time as each other, and then going in and out back and forth. Matt held Dustin upright by the hips, giving the older cat freedom to go completely limp as he was fucked, becoming a purring bag of bones that was being used by two males at once--the older cat looked like he was in absolute heaven. Underneath him, Michael looked like he was ready to blow any second: the younger cat was completely unable to help himself from showing a facial expression of pure sexual pleasure at fucking his brother with the help of someone he'd only met just that day.

Watching all of this and stroking himself, Chet had promised himself that he at least wouldn't_finish_ while watching the brothers fuck. As it went on, though, Chet found that even this goal was becoming more and more difficult.

Michael was the first to finish, shooting his load up into his brother, continuing to thrust in and out as he did, making the semen spurt out with each pump. Dustin followed very shortly after, blowing his load onto his own chest and onto his brother's at the same time. The cum was pressed into both of their fur as Matt pulled out and stopped holding the older cat up, making the two brothers fall completely limp against each other. The two cats looked to be in ecstasy as they both recovered, lying on top of each other.

Chet, at the last minute before cumming along with them, took his hand off of his cock and forced himself not to touch it anymore. He sat back in the chair with his hands pressed firmly down against the chair's arms, willing his erection to go back down before anyone noticed it. It seemed unlikely to happen, given that his knot was swollen and his cock wouldn't go back into his sheath until it had deflated again. Still, the german shepherd could hope.

"Matt, c'mere so I can finish you off already," Dustin called to the golden retriever.

The retriever crawled over to the feline as he was commanded, and laid down on his side with his canine cock in front of the cat's face. "You can do anything you want to it, but you'll never get me to cum until I have Roger's permission," the dog said.

"S'that a challenge?" Dustin asked.

"Hmhm. Certainly not a challenge you'll be winning, kittyboy."

Not dissuaded by the odds, Dustin began giving the gold retriever head.

Limberly, Michael slinked out from underneath his brother, and then crawled off of the bed and started walking back towards Chet.

The german shepherd tried to cross his legs and tuck his erection down to hide it, but the effort was made far too late. With a sigh, the german shepherd spread his legs wide apart instead, allowing the cat to see everything.

"Still weirded out by us?" Michael asked with a smile. He knelt down in front of the canine, and softly nuzzled the dog's leg with his fuzzy feline cheek.

"Very weirded out," Chet said, but didn't try to stop the cat from nuzzling.

"Too weirded out to let me help you with that?" Michael pressed, locking eyes with the dog's red rocket.

"Well..."

"You can definitely say no if--"

"I want both of you to suck me off at once," Chet blurted, and then sank back farther into the chair in embarrassment.

Michael purred happily at hearing this. He took the german shepherd's hand, guided him over to the bed, and had him sit down on the bed's edge. Then, the younger cat crawled over to his brother, who was still sucking Matt off for everything he was worth. In spite of the effort, the dog gave no response at all: the canine remained perfectly erect, but didn't show even a twitch of pleasure.

"Dustin, I think that's going to be literally impossible," Michael commented.

Dustin paused with the dog's dick still halfway in his mouth, and then realized his brother was right.

Matt stuck his tongue out at Dustin, and then got off the bed and headed back downstairs.

"So Dustin, guess what," Michael said.

"What?" Dustin asked.

"Chet said he wants to get head from both of us at once," the younger cat purred, and grinned.

Dustin began purring too, and looked over to Chet to see if it was true.

The german shepherd gave a tiny nod.

Both cats slinked onto the floor, and got on their knees in front of the dog. They each began kissing all along the dog's shaft, sneaking in kisses on each other too as they went along. The dog looked down at the two brothers who were blowing him, unable to believe what he was doing. Soon, they stopped giving kisses, and instead, Dustin wrapped his mouth around the tip of the dog's shaft and began bobbing, while Michael licked and sucked on the canine's balls. In no time at all, this taboo tag-team brought the german shepherd over the edge, and he came straight into the older cat's mouth.

Just to rub it in, the older cat didn't swallow: instead, he turned to kiss his little brother, and the two cats snowballed the dog's cum back and forth.

Chet flopped back onto the bed, and decided that with that, he would have to call it a night. He left the room and began heading down the stairs for the front door, trying to rid his mind of the sound of the brothers making out.

Pt. 9: Introductions

"So I guess we should all say our name and what we like?" Anthony suggested.

After the sudden arrival of the pizza guy, the now-eight naked males had gathered in the lounge to introduce themselves. Anthony, Jack, and Michael sat together on one couch, with Ed having chosen to lie down across all of their laps. Roger and Matt sat on the loveseat together. Dustin and Chet had each found a spot on the floor to sit on.

"Can I suggest that we also get it out of the way who's a top and who's a bottom?" Roger mentioned.

"Yes, also a good idea," Anthony said, pointing approvingly towards the horse. "Soo I can start: my name is Anthony, I like to be top or bottom, and uhhhh, besides the whole polyamorous thing, I guess I'm pretty fuckin' vanilla and boring."

The room looked to Jack next, who was sitting next to Anthony.

"Hey everyone," Jack said, giving a smile. "I'm Jack. Top or bottom. Preferably both. Hehe. I like to be choked. Not like, 'I'm going to murder you now' choking, but, don't feel like you have to be_too_ gentle either."

As the fennec went on, Matt turned and whispered extremely quietly into Roger's ear. "If you even think about letting him use my collar..."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Roger said, and patted his sub's hand reassuringly. "I bet you and him could have some fun though, don't you think?"

Matt wagged his tail at the thought of having a choking playmate, and nodded.

Up next to introduce himself was Michael, who was sitting on the couch next to Jack.

"Heyyy everyone. My name is Michael. Not to break the vers streak, but, I'd really only count on having me top tonight. Totally down to suck dick if you ask though. I guess the most obvious kink I have is that I do incest with this guy," Michael said, and pointed over to Dustin, who waved.

"Do you_do_ incest?" Dustin questioned.

Michael shrugged.

"Well, while everyone's looking at me, hi my name is Dustin, I am very much a bottom, and I like to take it in the ass from my little brother."

Next the group moved on to Ed, who was still lying down across Anthony, Jack, and Michael. "Hi my name is Ed and I like dudes," the red fox said, and then, too shy to say more, turned and buried his face in the white fur on Anthony's stomach.

"He's vers also," Jack added on the red fox's behalf.

Everyone looked to Roger next. The horse cleared his throat, and then introduced himself.

"Hello all. My name is Roger. Most of us have talked a little. I'm a top unless you're_very_ persuasive, and I spend nearly all of my free time taking care of this pup right here." With that, horse gave the golden retriever a pat on the head.

The retriever gave everyone a smile. "Hello! I'm Matt. Extremely excited to be here. If we're listing kinks, I have a couple. Bondage, discipline, dominance, submission, pet play, watersports, humiliation is nice if you think you can manage it on me at this point,definitely planning on getting together with Jack for some choking, and I'd also like to get in between you two adorable kitty brothers for a spit roast if you're interested, foot stuff is cool, sensory deprivation is fun, I think temperature play is extremely underrated, I'm also a fan of..."

The retriever went on for a very, very, very long time.

By the time he was done, even Roger had learned about a few kinks that he had never heard of.

"Anything you're_not_ into?" Michael asked golden retriever, genuinely curious.

"Yes: I know I'm into discipline, but that doesn't give you permission to hit me.Ever."

Michael gave the retriever a thumbs-up.

The retriever gave the cat a cheery smile in return.

"Yeah, uh, cool," Anthony said. "Anyone else who hasn't been introduced, or did we... oh! Pizza dude!"

"Yes, hi, I'm pizza dude," Chet said from his spot on the floor. He stuck his tongue out at the arctic fox, and then smiled. "If you want to call me by my_actual_ name, it's Chet. I've only ever been with girls before, so, I guess I'm hoping to learn a lot tonight. Heh. Who wants to be my first gay kiss?"

Immediately, the german shepherd found himself being leapt at by Ed, Jack, Michael, and Matt, all four of them clamoring like vultures towards his gayness-virgin lips.

pt. 10: Matt Choke-Ambushes Jack

Jack (the fennec) sat back on the couch, eyes closed, legs spread wide, and tail wagging between his legs as he got head from Roger. Although it was clear that Roger didn't suck dick nearly as often as Ed or Anthony, the horse's mouth still felt very nice, and Jack gave himself fully into the pleasure of it.

That was, until he suddenly felt fingers brush through the fur on his neck. By the time he opened his eyes, the fingers had already clamped down around his throat, restricting his airflow.

The fennec's tail began to wag harder. He looked down at Roger. The horse was still blowing him, but he now looked up at the fennec with a coy expression. The fennec forced air into his lungs, but even with his best efforts, the room became a little bit blurry in a matter of seconds, and the fennec's body began to feel tingly.

After a moment, the fingers around the fennec's neck loosened, and the airflow returned.

The fennec then heard Matt's voice whispering in his ear. "Want me to keep going?" the golden retriever asked.

Jack nodded, already holding his breath in anticipation.

"Tap Roger with your foot and he'll tell me to stop," the retriever instructed.

Again, Jack nodded. And as soon as he finished nodding, the fingers wrapped tighter around his neck. This time Matt choked even harder, and Jack found himself completely unable to breath: no matter how hard he tried to force it, the fennec couldn't get air in or out. He squirmed on the sofa, fighting to stay conscious against the strangling. All the while, Roger continued to suck on the fennec's cock. By this point, Roger's attention was almost a distraction from the fennec's real pleasure.

Jack dug his heel into the ground, needing some kind of tether to keep him tied to consciousness as Matt tried to choke that consciousness out of him.

As the fennec's lungs burned, the world began to go dark, and everything felt heavier.

Just as Jack's consciousness started slipping, Matt loosened his grip. The fennec got a couple of quick breaths in before the full-force choking resumed.

Even quicker this time, Jack found himself slipping out of consciousness. This time as an anchor, the fennec decided to focus on the blowjob he was getting from Roger. He focused all of his waning attention towards it, trying to keep in mind the sensation of the horse's mouth pleasuring his cock. His lungs felt like they were shriveling up, and there was pressure building up in his face from the blood not being able to circulate down out of his head, but the fennec tried not to give in. He continued to squirm, focusing on how nice it felt to have a mouth on his dick and a pair of hands clamped around his neck.

Just as the room was fading to black again, the fennec felt a pleasurable pressure building up in his cock--he was so out of it that he didn't even realize what the feeling was until he started cumming, and then, he realized that it was the feeling of his orgasm. Even after he came, the horse kept sucking on his shaft and the dog kept on choking him. Blissfully, the fennec let them continue for a little longer before giving Roger a tap with his foot.

As soon as he did, the choking stopped, as did the blowjob.

The fennec gasped deep breaths into his lungs. He laid out on the couch, staring up at the ceiling as his wits came back to him.

He thanked the horse and the dog for the fun, and then offered to return the favor to Matt in any way that Matt wanted.

"Any way I want?" Matt asked.

Jack, endorphins still rushing around his head from the choking, nodded.

Matt wagged his tail, picked Jack up off the couch, and brought the fennec into the kitchen.

pt. 11: Retreat

Ed, Michael, and Dustin all sat on the couch in the lounge, watching as Anthony and Jack tried their best to fit horse cock into their foxy mouths. Matt and Chet were over on the couch in the living room, making out furiously with each other.

"Pst. Michael," Ed whispered, nudging the cat.

"What's up, Ed?" Michael asked.

"Wanna get away from everyone for a sec? Just us two?" the red fox asked.

"Heh, yeah, sure."

"Upstairs?"

"Yeah, wherever you want Ed. Let's go."

Quietly, the black cat and the red fox excused themselves from the lounge. They walked through the kitchen, which was--so far--still spotless. They passed by Matt and Chet, who were still making out on the living room sofa like they both had something to prove. They climbed the stairs, and there at the top of the stairs, they found themselves in the bedroom, all alone together.

The red fox held his tail, stroking it as he looked around the room. "Actually, can we go into the bathroom too?" the fox requested. "And lock the door?"

"Aw. Ed, what's wrong man?"

"Can we just please?" Ed insisted.

Michael said sure, and led the way to the bathroom. Once inside the locked bathroom, Ed also insisted that they climb into the tub and shut the shower curtain. There, in the farthest-away, most secure place in the house, Ed admitted something to Michael.

"I kinda like you," the fox said, glancing down.

"I like you too--"

"No, I_really_ like you," Ed said, still avoiding eye contact. "I... this whole orgy might have been an excuse just to tell you. To be perfectly honest, I was hoping that it would just be me and you and Anthony and Jack, and then Anthony and Jack would get tired and go to bed, and then it would be like, 'oh hey looks like it's just you and me haha,' and then we would kiss and have sex and I would ask if you wanted to maybe come be in the relationship with me and Anthony and Jack."

"Ed, that's... I'm flattered," Michael said. He smiled, and his tail flicked around behind himself.

"No, you don't have to be flattered, it's dumb," Ed insisted.

"No, really, I'm like... I'm really interested. I just don't want to say yes right this second, since I'd definitely have to talk to Dustin first, you know? But I will do that, and then you and me can talk about it again tomorrow and I'll give you an answer then. Sound good?"

Ed continued to look away, but Michael could hear the tell-tale thumps of the red fox's tail wagging happily against the tub. "Cool," the fox said, sounding genuine about it. "So uh, while we're up here anyways, do you wanna kiss then? Like, as a 'friends at an orgy together' thing. Not as a 'this is a relationship' thing."

"Heh. Can we at least leave the shower first?" Michael asked.

"Would you_want_ to leave the shower first?" Ed questioned. "What if someone sees us?"

"I really wouldn't mind if someone sees us, Ed."

"What if they call us gay and think we're weird?"

"Ed, I think you're being silly."

"What if they make us wear dresses and be girls from now on for wanting to kiss boys?"

"Yeah, I think I'm willing to take the risk of that happening."

"Ha-ha, you wanna be a girl," Ed pretend-teased, following Michael out of the bathroom, fox tail wagging behind himself. "I'm gonna tell everyone and they're gonna believe me. They're gonna be like, 'ewww Michael's a girl now, I don't wanna be friends with him anymore, he has girl germs.'"

"Mhmm," Michael nodded, letting Ed talk nonsense.

The two of them climbed up onto the bed. Michael grabbed a blanket, and pulled it over them, hoping it would give the fox some comfort. The fox seemed happy with the blanket, and gave the cat a hug. Michael hugged the fox back.

"I won't really tell them you want to be a girl," Ed said.

"Thanks, Ed," Michael said.

"You have to kiss me though."

"Oh no, really?"

"Yup. On the li--"

Ed was cut off as Michael kissed him on the lips. The fox squirmed with happiness, and then kissed the cat back, lips trembling a little.

"S-sorry," Ed said. "I'm_really_ nervous right now."

At that point, Michael noticed that the fox was trembling all over.

The cat gave the fox a kiss on the nose, which made the fox giggle.

"Wanna just snuggle?" Michael asked.

"Nooo, I wanna kiss and have a lot of sex and then kiss more."

"Are you suuure it wouldn't maybe be better for you if we just snuggled right now? I'd let you be little spoon. Hold you good and tight."

"...Yeah. I really want that," Ed said. "One more kiss though?"

The cat leaned forward. The fox met him halfway, and the two of them shared a longer, much less nervous kiss with each other. Then the fox rolled over so he was facing away from the cat, and then scooched back so that his back was pressed right up against the feline's soft chest. The cat put and arm over the fox, and held him tight.

While the orgy continued on downstairs, Michael and Ed took a much-needed power nap together.

pt. 12: Make-Out Sesh

Matt pinned Chet down on the leather sofa in the living room, pushing his tongue deep down into the other dog's mouth, fighting for domination: there was absolutely no way in hell he was going to be outdone by the straightboy.

Chet, pinned underneath the golden retriever, took everything the retriever dished out, and gave it right back every time he got the chance to, sneaking his tongue forward at times that caught the retriever off-guard: there was absolutely no way in hell he was going to be outdone by the gayest one here.

Neither canine was even erect: they focused solely on the kissing, even as their sheathes and balls rubbed against each other. They both dug their hands into each other's backs, rubbing down past the fur and onto each other's skin.

Chet decided he would have to make a power move, where he would flip the two of them around so that he was on top, giving him the advantage in make-out-dominance. Hoping to catch Matt by surprise, the german shepherd stopped kissing abruptly, wrapped both of his arms tight around the retriever, and then attempted to roll both of them over.

The retriever--who was apparently a lot stronger than Chet had realized--didn't even budge.

"Aw," the retriever said, even as Chet continued trying to flip him over. "Cute try, doggy. But let me show you how torque_really_ works."

With those words, Matt hooked a leg around one of Chet's legs, and twisted the german shepherd clean off of the couch.

"Hey that's no fair," Chet said, from the floor. "You get off on hurting people. I'm just a part-time hobbyist."

"Oh boo-hoo, go cry to your girlfriend," Matt countered, rolling his eyes.

"Maybe I will, and she can tell me if 'torque' is a real word or if it's one that you just made up. I have money on made-up, fyi."

"Wait, you_do_ have a girlfriend?" Matt asked. He leaned off the edge of the couch to cast a very harsh look down at the german shepherd.

"I... uh... She gave me permission, to... she said that if I was ever delivering pizzas, and... and some guy... she said that this was fine."

"She said that_this_ was fine? So if we call her right now, she won't think there's any issue here?" Matt prodded.

"Y-yeah, she... No. No she wouldn't be happy at all about any of this."

"That's fucked up," Matt said.

"Yeah."

"I_like_ fucked up, but that's too fucked up," Matt continued.

The german shepherd nodded. "I know."

"I_actually_ think you should leave."

Chet sighed.

"No, better idea: do you have your phone on you?"

Chet pretended to pat down his pockets, in spite of the fact that he was wearing no clothes. "Fresh out," he said.

"I mean 'on you' as in 'in the house,' smartass."

"Yeah, it's in my pants pocket, over with all the other clothes in the pile," the german shepherd said, gesturing over at the corner where everyone's clothes had been put.

"Good. Let me call her and tell her."

"What? No. Why would I let you do that?"

"So that you can demonstrate to me that you're not a_completely_ bad person who's going to try to keep this a secret from her," Matt said.

"Oh. Well when you put it that way," Chet said, and stood up. He walked across the room, found his pants in the clothes-pile, took out his phone, unlocked it, and dialed Lori before he could have a change of heart.

Matt walked over to stand with Chet in the far corner of the living room.

"It's ringing," Chet said, and handed the phone over. "Her name's Lori."

Matt listened as it rang. Eventually, the person on the other end picked up.

"Hey," came Lori's voice. She sounded sleepy. "Chet, what are you still doing out? I thought you got off work an hour ago."

"Heyyy Lori," Matt said. "This isn't Chet talking right now. This is--"

"Chet, c'mon, knock it off, it's late. I told you before, I don't think your faggot voice is funny."

"Oooh-hoo-hoo,interesting," Matt said, mostly to himself, as a bigger picture suddenly became much more clear to him here. He hung up on Lori immediately and set the phone back down among the clothes. "You're still fucked up," he said to the german shepherd. "But I get it now: you've been bicirous for a long time, and she's been homophobic enough that she snipes you down every time you try to express yourself, huh?"

Still looking downtrodden, the german shepherd tapped his nose in a 'yes, that's exactly right' gesture.

"Well in the name of the top, the bottom, and the holy vers, I absolve you from guilt for all gay activities performed tonight--including those that are still to come."

Chet scratched at the back of his head. "I mean, thanks, but... I kinda feel me gay-cheating isn't_really_ excused by her being anti-gay?"

"Correct," Matt said, and nodded. "But we're long past that line and it's not a completely clear-cut case anymore, so fuck it: let's burn this ship to the ground. I won't tell anyone about your girlfriend if you won't."

There in the far corner of the living room, Chet and Matt shook hands in a pact that felt blatantly meanspirited to both of them.

"Can I tell you the_really_ fucked up thing?" Chet asked, as the two of them walked back towards the lounge. "I could go break up with her right now, and at least spend the rest of the night feeling a little less bad, knowing that I wasn't cheating on her the whole time. But I'm gonna let it play out exactly how it is, as revenge on both of us."

"Wow that's toxic. Come on. Let's go get you some fox ass before you make me regret this, Monte Cristo."

pt. 13: Afterparty

In the bleary hours of the morning, Chet sat on the front steps of Anthony, Ed, and Jack's house, holding an ice-pack to his black eye, which had swollen his left eye almost completely shut. Two police cars were parked out on the street. There were four officers present. Three of them were inside, talking to everyone else. One of them had stayed outside with Chet on the steps, and had been talking in circles to the german shepherd for the better part of half an hour.

"So you_don't_ want to press charges?" the officer asked, again.

"Correct, I do not," Chet said, again.

"Do you feel_you_ were in the wrong, then?" the officer suggested.

"Tch. Come on man. Does anyone_ever_ say 'yes, it was my fault' to a cop?"

"Every day, six or seven times, just to me alone. Some people place a lot of value in having a clear conscience."

"Heh. That must be nice for you in your line of work."

"So you don't want to press charges, then?" the officer asked.

Chet sighed.

pt. 14: Getting Clean

Early on into the party, Michael, Dustin, and Matt had found themselves in the downstairs bathroom together. The two cats brothers had gone in first, to 'freshen up' for all of the activities ahead, since they had been invited to the party on such short notice and hadn't had time to get ready beforehand. Matt had walked in after them, as he was still getting to know everyone, and hadn't spent as much time with the cats yet.

Michael--with Ed's permission--borrowed the red fox's toothbrush, and was giving himself a deep scrub to make sure his breath didn't gross anyone out. At the same time as Michael was brushing his teeth, Dustin had grabbed one of the disposable enemas that Jack had laid out for everyone, and was on his hands and knees squeezing it in, preparing for a long night of bottoming. Matt leaned back against the wall, chatting with the cats, and asking them questions that he was curious about.

"So you two are totally blood-related and everything?" the golden retriever asked at one point.

"Yehp," the younger brother answered, with his mouth still full of toothbrush.

"Hot. How'd that start, if you don't mind me asking?"

Considering that this answer would require more words than 'yehp' or 'nahp,' Michael diverted the question over to Dustin, who was sitting on the toilet by this point, finished cleaning himself out, and just waiting for Michael to be done so they could get back to the lounge.

"Well," Dustin began, and then thought a second. "I suppose it_started_ happening as soon as we both moved into our own place together, yeah?"

Michael nodded, and gave an affirmative 'yehp' to Dustin's account of the story so far.

"And thennn... well, we just became more and more comfortable around each other. First thing was probably walking around in our underwear, which turned into walking around_without_ underwear, which turned into not really caring if one of us was in the room while the other was jerking off, and then that turned into jerking off at the same time, which turned into watching the same pornos together, which turned into getting a little handsy and helping each other out, which turned into just helping each other out with no porno involved at all, which turned pretty quickly into kissing. And then once kissing happened we actually started getting feelings involved, and the rest is history."

"Heh. That's nice. I was expecting something way shadier, to be honest. Glad to hear that the story with you two is secretly pretty wholesome though."

Michael nodded, leaned down over the sink, spit, and then rinsed off Ed's toothbrush and put it back in the toothbrush holder.

The two cats and the golden retriever left the bathroom and returned to the fun outside.

pt. 15: Frotting

Anthony and Dustin sat facing each other on the loveseat in the lounge, making out. Their dicks were both pressed together, and the arctic fox stroked both of them up and down at once, skillfully using one lubed hand.

When the two of them heard the sound of someone choking, they turned away from each other and towards the couch. Last time they had looked, it had just been Roger and Jack there, and the horse had been giving the fennec head. Now a golden retriever had appeared behind the fennec, and had started choking him.

"Huh," Dustin commented to Anthony. "They both said that they were into that, right?"

"Yyyeah. And it looks like... Well, I_think_ they're both enjoying it?" Anthony guessed. "I can't tell if Jack's tail is wagging because he's happy or if it's wagging because he's trying to struggle free."

They then saw the golden retriever lean down to whisper something in the fennec's ear. The fennec nodded excitedly, prompting the retriever to resume the choking.

"Alright yeah they're both into it," Anthony confirmed.

The black cat and the arctic fox got back to kissing and touching dicks. This time, Dustin opted to be the one who massaged their cocks. Anthony's floofy white tail wagged at this, and he couldn't help but smile a bit as he continued to make out with his boyfriend's friend's older brother.

The two of them glanced over to the couch again when they noticed that the choking sounds had reached their peak and then stopped. This time when they looked, they saw Jack lying there on his back on the couch, totally dazed. The fennec and the golden retriever shared a few words. Then the golden retriever wagged his tail, picked the fennec up, and carried him over to the kitchen.

"Ruh-roh," Dustin commented.

Anthony nodded in agreement. "I feeel like now we should maybe go rescue him. But on the other hand I kind of don't want to witness anything that we've quarantined to the 'messy' zone."

The two of them quieted down when they saw Matt coming back into the lounge. The canine walked past the two, tail wagging idly, and entered the bathroom. He returned back through the lounge just a second later, tail wagging even harder, pack of disposable enemas cradled in his arm as he went back to the kitchen where he'd dropped off Jack.

"Well then," Anthony said. "I feel like there's basically nothing we can do for him at this point. Jack's a goner. Rip in peace."

"We could still--"

"No no, it's over," the arctic fox insisted. "This is fate now."

Anthony curled up on Dustin's lap. The two of them settled in for a long auditory ride as they listened to the messy room finally being put to enthusiastic use.

pt. 16: Yawn and Stretch

When Michael woke up from his cozy nap in the bedroom, he was face to face with Ed. The fox, who had apparently woken up at some point earlier, smiled at the cat.

"Hiya," Michael said, and leaned forward to give the fox a peck on the lips.

The fox kissed the cat right back, making the cat purr.

"Okay I had a nap can we have sex now?" Ed asked.

"Heh. Ed, did you really even sleep?"

The fox nodded. "It was good sleep. The best sleep. But then I woke up, and..."

"Aaand?"

"No you're gonna make fun of me."

"Ed."

The red fox squirmed, and then decided to simply show the cat instead of telling him: he pulled down the blanket that they were sharing, and revealed that he had been hard as a rock under the covers.

"Ed. Are you embarrassed that you have a boner?"

The fox nodded, glanced away, and tucked his tail up between his legs a bit.

"Okay, but, you're embarrassed that you have a boner_at an orgy?_" Michael pressed.

"I guess when you put it_that_ way..."

"Heh. Want me to help you with it?" the cat asked.

The fox nodded and wagged his tail.

The cat slinked down the bed, and curled up down by the red fox's crotch. He gave the fox's cock a long, slow lick, from base to tip. The fox's tail wagged uncontrollably. Ed began petting Michael along the top of his soft kitty head.

Michael wrapped his lips around the head of the fox's cock, and slid it into his mouth.

The fox lasted only a few seconds before he started snickering.

Michael stopped blowing the fox and looked up at him, with a questioning look on his face.

"S-sorry," Ed said, and tried to regain his composure. "You tickle. A_lot_. I'm used to Anthony and Jack who have smooth normal tongues, but I forgot that you're a cat who has a bumpy weird cat tongue."

Michael stuck his tongue out at the fox to tease him, but the fox reached out at started petting the tongue with a finger, continuing to comment on how totally weird it was.

"It's like wet sandpaper. It's like what an alien's tongue would be like if it didn't know what people's tongues where and it was trying to guess based on how they looked."

The cat laughed, and pulled his 'weird bumpy cat tongue' back into his mouth. "Still want me to keep going?" he asked the fox.

Ed nodded.

Michael took the fox into his mouth again. The fox giggled at first, but after a short while, he found himself moaning instead, loving the feeling of the cat that was sucking on him. With both of them lying on their sides on the bed, the fox began clinging around the cat: he wrapped his thighs around the cat's neck, and hugged the back of the cat's head with his arms, and doubled over so that his torso was covering the top cat's head like a helmet.

"You good?" Michael tried to ask, but had trouble with it, since his mouth was full of fox cock, and the fox in question was now wrapped up in a tight ball around his head, preventing him from taking the cock back out of his mouth to speak.

"Suck, please," Ed said, keeping himself curled up around his friend's head.

The cat gladly did as he was asked, and got back to sucking on the fox's manhood. He bobbed his head back and forth on the cock as far as he could with the fox's grip around him, and what he couldn't do with bobbing back and forth, he made up for with generous use of his 'weird' feline tongue on the fox's shaft. He also reached up and pet the fox's soft fluffy back as he sucked him off, which the fox seemed to enjoy quite a lot. The fox began humping slightly, forcing his cock in and out of the cat's mouth at a rhythmic pace. The cat encouraged the fox to keep going, scratching the fox's fluffy butt in pace with the humps. It wasn't long at all before the fox gave one last hard thrust into the cat's mouth and came, shooting seed into the cat's throat, which the cat did his best to swallow.

Blowjob finished, Ed unwrapped his arms and legs from around Michael's head. Michael, now free from the fox's grip, started to let the fox's cock slide out of his mouth. As the cat pulled his head away from the fox's crotch however, the fox let out a loud and painful yip, and pushed his cock all the way back into the cat's mouth.

It took both of them a second to realize that Michael's mouth had been knotted by Ed's cock.

"Oh god! Are you okay? Can you breathe?" Ed asked, frantically trying to figure out if he should try again to pull his cock out, or if he would have no choice but to leave it in. "I'm usually so careful about that I swear, but we were just having so much fun that I--"

Michael interrupted with a comforting pat to the fox's thigh, and a reassuring thumbs-up.

Very carefully, the two of them moved to a more comfortable position in which to wait for the fox's knot to go down. Ed sat on the edge of the bed, while Michael waited on his knees in front of him, head bowed down towards the fox's crotch.

"Hey uh, while I have you here... hehe. I really love you Michael. Okay? Whatever Dustin says and whatever you end up deciding, that's all cool, I'll get it either way. But I do love you. Thanks for being awesome."

The two of them waited in silence for a second, as Michael was still completely unable to speak.

"Hm," Ed said. "Fuck. I timed that really badly. I wanted it to be timed so that just as I finished talking, the knot would come out and you would be able to talk next. But uh... oops."

The cat gave the fox an_It's alright, you tried,_ pat on the thigh.

Ed pet the cat's head for the rest of the time that they waited, making the cat's tail flick around happily as he purred.

When the cat was finally able to get the fox's cock out of his mouth, he took a deep breath, got up off his knees, and gave the fox a deep, long kiss.

"I love you too Ed. And we'll figure out the details, okay? But let's just have fun tonight."

The fox wagged his tail, and said that that sounded good.

"Sooo, anything else you wanna do, just us two, while we're alone up here?" Michael asked, purring seductively as he got up onto the bed and started crawling in a slow circle around the fox.

"Maybe you could fuck me? Like..." Ed paused, and then whispered the word 'anal' into Michael's ear as though the mere mention of the word was a dirty secret.

"I'd be down," Michael said, and nuzzled against the fox as he continued to circle him on the bed.

"Yess. I promise you're the first one who I've let into my butt tonight. I haven't even had sex with anyone tonight at all but you and Anthony and Jack. Matt and Roger and Chet freak me out to be honest."

"Heh. Yeah, Matt is a machine," Michael admitted, thinking back to very early on in the party when the golden retriever had managed to make him cum so fast that it had seemed like some kind of weird magic trick. "I think they're fun, but, I'll admit that you guys are a little more my speed most of the time," the cat purred.

"Wanna hurry up and_speed_ into putting your cock in my ass then?" Ed asked.

"Ed. I think that's the most 'barely even a pun' pun I've heard in my entire life."

"I try," the red fox said, tail wagging.

Michael stopped circling the fox, and knelt behind him. He reached a hand around the fox's waist, brushing along over the fox's fur as he went. He reached down between the fox's crossed legs, continued reaching down past the fox's sheath, felt under the fox's balls, and reached down underneath the fox to get a good feel of the fox's butt. Ed writhed happily as Michael rubbed a finger over the outside of his hole, trying to tease it open every now and then, but then going back to rubbing the outside each time.

"D'you like my tailhole?" Ed asked, trying not to show just how much he was already liking this.

"Mmm, I'm not sure, I might have to see it closer," Michael said.

"Woah, is looking down there even legal? I'm not sure how I feel about this," Ed said.

"Well if you do decide it's okay for me to look, go lay on your stomach on the middle of the bed and I'll--"

Ed leapt to the middle of the bed before the cat had even finished playing along. The fox laid face down, vulpine tail brushing back and forth over his bare furry butt.

Michael slinked up to him, lifted the tail up with one hand, and spread the fox's cheeks apart with the other. "Hmmm," he said, pretending to do a thorough inspection. "Yup. Confirmed. You do have a cute butt, Ed."

"Heh, oh no, is it terminal?" Ed asked.

"It might need deeper inspection for us to know for sure," Michael answered.

"Deeper inspection, doctor?" Ed asked, apparently having promoted Michael to doctor at some point. "Do you have some kind of tool you're going to use for this 'deeper inspection'?"

"Wellll, I could uuuse, an angry beehive?"

"Oh god no, that sounds bad, doctor."

"Then how abooout, a red-hot frying pan?"

"Doctor, that doesn't sound very safe at all," Ed observed.

"Hmmm. I_could_ use my penis, if you think that might work. It's experimental though."

"Let's try it," Ed said. The fox's tail tried to wag eagerly, even as Michael continued to hold the tail up out of the way of the fox's cute butthole.

With the hand that wasn't holding Ed's tail up, Michael reached over for one of the bottles of lube lying around. He rubbed some of the lube onto his cock, and then rubbed some onto Ed's tailhole as well, making the fox squirm in anticipation. The cat then put the lube aside, and laid down on top of the downward-facing fox. Using his non tail-holding hand, the cat lined his penis up with the fox's ass.

"Ready?" the cat asked.

"Ready, doctor," Ed nodded.

Michael pushed himself in, and got butterflies as he began to fuck his friend.

Within seconds, Ed was trying to contain a fit of snickering.

Michael, buried to the hilt inside the fox's ass, paused, and then sighed. "Ed, is my cat dick pricklier than you were expected?"

Ed snickered really loudly, and then nodded. "You got spikes! What kind of jerk puts spikes on their dick?"

"Heh. You're one to talk, Mister Let-me-knot-my-friend's-mouth-by-mistake."

Ed laughed again. Michael, still inside the fox, could feel the different contractions in the fox's chest that had made the laugh happen. The cat shuddered, and pulled out a bit so that just the tip was in.

"It's okay," Ed told the cat, when the two had gotten their giggles out. "I always thought cat spikes were really cool. Like, dicks are cool, and spikes are cool, so dicks plus spikes seemed like basically the best of both worlds. I used to be so jealous, trust me."

Michael, eager to give the fox another taste of how satisfying feline barbs felt, pushed all the way back into the fox's ass, which made the fox let out a surprised yip and then a giggle.

"Wanna keep going?" Michael asked, as he began to nuzzle the back of the fox's head.

"Mmm, I dunno," Ed said. "I'm scared it's gonna be really good, and then I'm gonna have to be like, 'Sorry Anthony and Jack, I think your dicks are boring now. The knots are cool and all, but nothing besides cat dick is going to be able to scratch that itch for me anymore, hope you understand.'"

"Heh. Ed, I have a sneaking suspicion that you'll never be_that_ choosy about dicks. Which band was it whose concert you made a gloryhole at in the men's room?"

"My Morning Jacket. I lied when I said a lot of people used it though. There was like,one dude who tried it. He was nice though. He said thanks after."

"Aw."

"Heh, yeah."

Michael gave the fox's butt a scratch, which once again made the tail wag in Michael's other hand.

"Okay, sold, you can fuck me," Ed said.

Michael wasted no time after hearing this, and began pumping in and out of the fox. The fox squirmed as he was fucked, letting out a mixture of moans, giggles, and yips. The cat nuzzled the back of the fox's head hard, rubbing his whiskers against the fox's soft and shiny coat. Ed giggled and called Michael a vibrator at one point, for how much the cat was purring. Michael purred extra hard after hearing that, nuzzling extra deep and pumping his cock in extra far, digging his feline hips up against the fox's vulpine ass.

As they went on, Michael stopped holding onto Ed's tail, and instead wrapped both arms around the fox, hugging his friend tightly as he humped him.

"Mmm, I'm gonna cum," Michael said, feeling himself right on the edge.

"Oh no, in my butt??" Ed asked.

"Yup, right in your cute butt."

"Fuck yeah, do it," Ed encouraged.

Michael squeezed the fox extra hard, gave him a few final thrusts, and then came inside Ed's cute foxy ass.

Michael continued to lay on top of the fox, purring and hugging.

Ed, underneath the cat, relaxed for a little bit. His butt throbbed from the feline's rough penis, but the feeling was a little bit nice in a way, especially since Michael was still inside him, having not pulled out yet.

"Heh. You done?" Ed asked the cat.

"Yup," Michael said, still purring.

"You gonna pull out?"

"Can't. I'm knotted."

"Oh. Yeah, sorry. I didn't even reali--hey c'mon!" Ed said, and wrested out from under the cat.

Michael giggled, and let the fox go.

"My name is Michael, purr purr purr," Ed said, doing a dumb-voice imitation of the cat. "I like to lie to my friends and say that I have a knot stuck in them when I obviously don't, since I don't even have one of those."

Michael kissed the goofy fox. The two of them continued to stick to themselves upstairs for a little while longer, making out and cuddling.

pt. 17: Shower

Jack and Matt stood in the shower together in the bathroom downstairs. The golden retriever gave the fox a thorough scrub, which was much needed after what they had done together in the kitchen. The dog had already given the fox a quick head-to-toe round of shampoo, and then rinsed it out, and got started on a second, more thorough cleaning.

"Hey can you scrub my soul real quick?" Jack asked. "Because that part of me still feels dirty."

"I'd recommend just getting the soul removed, honestly," Matt teased. "I had a doctor take mine out a couple years ago. Haven't missed it at all since. Here, turn around."

The fox did as he was told, and turned to face away from the retriever. The retriever squirted a line of shampoo onto the fennec's back, set the bottle down, and began rubbing it in.

"Mm. That feels nice," Jack said.

"If you want a massage later, all you have to do is ask," Matt offered. "Also, sorry if I was too intense out there. I've been trying to keep myself restrained tonight."

"This is what you're like_restrained?_" Jack asked.

"Ohhh yeah. You cuties are just getting the tip of the iceberg. You should see what Roger and I get up to on the weekends."

Jack shuddered.

Matt moved down to the fennec's legs, and began shampooing the fox's butt and thighs.

"You weren't too rough though," Jack assured. "That choking was the best. That stuff in the kitchen was... not for_me_, but, I think I'll be alright."

"Hmhm! Glad I didn't traumatize you at least."

"Heh, yeah, you're good. Here, gimme the shampoo. I'll get you too."

After Jack and Matt were both clean, they got out of the shower, dried each other off, and brushed each other's fur.

"You're really nice," Matt mentioned, and gave the fennec a kiss before they left the bathroom.

The fennec wagged his tail, said thanks, and held the door open for Matt on their way back into the lounge.

pt. 18: Rhymes with "Lunch in the Case"

"Where are you posting it?" Matt asked, sitting cross-legged on the floor, watching Jack dig around in the pile of clothes.

"Oh. Nowhere, to be honest. I'm not on any social media."

"Aw. Heck yeah."

After finding his pants in the pile of clothes, Jack dug around in the pockets for his phone, and eventually got it out. He opened up the camera, turned it to front-view, and held the phone up in front of himself and Matt. The fennec and the retriever smiled, and the fennec tapped the button to take a picture.

Selfie taken, the two of them huddled over the phone to look at it.

"Looks good," Matt commented. Then he noticed something, and touched the screen to zoom in on it: in the background, they had accidentally also captured Chet in the picture, walking down the stairs.

"Oh. Yeah, we should get another one without him," Jack said, remembering that the dog had asked specifically if there were going to be cameras around.

Chet, who already happened to be heading for the pile of clothes that the fennec and the retriever were sitting beside, noticed the phone in Jack's hand. "Hey Matt. Hey Jack. What're you--hey!" the german shepherd barked, when he saw on Jack's phone that the fennec had taken a picture of him walking nude down the stairs. "What the hell, Jack? I thought you all said no filming!"

"Yup: didn't mean to get you in there, it was just supposed to be me and Matt. Here, I was about to delete--"

"Let_me_ delete it," Chet said, and reached down to take the phone from the fox.

Matt got up, and stood between the fennec and the german shepherd.

"Move," Chet said. The german shepherd's mind raced with thoughts of how his life would be over if pictures of him at a gay orgy came out. "I need to delete that before he sends it to any--"

"Hey. Relax," Matt insisted. "All of your secrets are fine. Jack, did you delete the picture?"

"Yessir. And nuked it from 'recently deleted' too," the fennec reported.

Chet, not willing to take the fennec's word for it, tried to push Matt aside so he could grab the fox's phone. Matt, however, didn't budge. "Stop it," the golden retriever warned.

Chet dismissively backhanded Matt's chest, and tried to go around the retriever.

Matt--who did_not_ like to be hit--gave Chet a knock-out right cross to the eye.

The german shepherd fell to the ground, left unconscious for a moment.

Even before the punch, two police cars had already started on their way to the house, looking for a pizza delivery man who had gone missing while delivering to that address several hours ago.

pt. 19: A Few Years Earlier

Ed sat cross-legged on the toilet in the last stall in the men's room. Through the walls, he could hear the muffled wails of the My Morning Jacket concert in progress. The fox half-listened. Mostly though, he focused on staring at the glory hole he had cut into the stall wall. He'd gotten to work on it basically as soon as the concert was starting. He'd made sure it was cut big enough that canines wouldn't get stuck and knotted with the wall, and he had rimmed the hole in duct tape to safety-ify the sharp edges. Lastly, he had taped up some toilet paper, creating a little curtain on his side to give everyone extra privacy.

Plenty of people had come by and used the next stall over, for actual bathroom reasons. So far, though, none had taken interest in the glory hole.

The red fox sighed, and idly played with his tail, stroking its soft floofiness as he sat alone.

He perked up when he heard the footsteps of yet another person walking into the bathroom. These footsteps walked straight back to the stall beside Ed's. Ed heard the person close their stall door, latch it, and then take another couple steps and pause.

After a few seconds, the person knocked lightly on the stall wall.

Grinning, Ed knocked back.

Through the gloryhole came an erect canine penis.

Ed got off the toilet and got onto his knees in front of the cock. He wasted no time at all in taking it into his mouth. The person on the other side of the stall wall gave an approving little moan. Eager to please, Ed continued sucking on the complete stranger's penis, doing his best to keep the pleasured moans coming.

As Ed sucked the stranger off, others continued to occasionally enter the men's room to take a piss and leave. Ed didn't stop whenever someone else was in the room, though he did do his best to be quieter. He noticed that the stranger did the same, stifling all sexy sounds if it wasn't just the two of them there.

After a while, Ed tasted precum. At the same time, he noticed that the stranger's knot had expanded. The guy was definitely about to bust. Ed made sure to finish him off extra nicely: even though he was pretty sure there was someone else with them in the men's room at that moment, he didn't hold back on giving the stranger the best random blowjob that they'd ever had.

The stranger came hard, rattling the stall wall as they pressed against it during their climax. Ed swallowed down all of the stranger's seed. He'd planned on spitting it out into the toilet, but in a way, he felt like he had grown attached to the stranger on the other side of the wall.

The stranger pulled their dick back out of the gloryhole.

"Hey uh, thank you," came the stranger's voice.

Ed wagged his tail at the praise, pleasantly surprised to hear the guy talking. He resumed sitting cross-legged on the toilet as the stranger went on.

"You know my boyfriend was in here earlier, and he was actually the one who saw your glory hole and told me about it. I made a joke about coming in and using it, but he dared me to actually go do it, and I just kinda said, fuck it, sounds fun. He also said if you were any good at giving head that I should invite you to come watch the rest of the show with us. So... heh. Wanna come watch the rest of the show with us?"

"Sounds good, man," Ed said, feeling warm inside at the invitation.

The red fox got up, and left the stall to meet the guy he'd just sucked off. He and the stranger both exited their stalls at the same time. As soon as they saw each other, it very quickly dawned on them that they weren't_complete_ strangers after all.

"Ed?" the fennec 'stranger' asked.

"Uhhhhhhh,Jack?" Ed asked back, recognizing the fennec right away as the same fennec who he'd sat next to in quite a few classes back in high school. "Since when do you date dudes and get your dick sucked by dudes in random glory holes?"

"Since when do you go around_making_ random glory holes?"

"Since like an hour ago!"

"Oh! Good timing on my part then!" the fennec play-yelled, offering a little smile to go along with his over-done enthusiasm.

The foxes giggled a bit, and quieted back down.

"Dude, if I would've known you were gay back then, I would've made_so_ many glory holes around school though, it would've been the janitor's worst nightmare," Ed said.

"Well if I would've known_you_ were gay, I would've awkwardly tried to ask you on so many dates that you'd be like, 'fuck I know I'm gay but come on, enough with the dates from this guy.'"

"Pff."

The two kept on talking as they started heading out of the bathroom.

"So who the fuck is your boyfriend?" Ed asked. "Who else is totally gay?"

"Anthony," Jack said, tail wagging a little bit as he mentioned his boyfriend's name. "Do you know him? He was only at our school senior year. Arctic fox."

"Ohhh, yeah I remember Anthony," Ed said, nodding.

Jack held the door open for Ed as the two foxes left the men's room.

Right outside the men's room stood two overweight security guards, who stared down at the foxes with their arms crossed.

Ed and Jack froze.

One of the guards cleared his throat, and then asked the foxes a question in a slow, authoritative tone. "You two wouldn't happen to know anything about a 'glory hole' now, would you?"

Ed and Jack looked at each other, and in a heartbeat, they knew that they were both on the same page: they both dropped into a sprint and started booking it away from the fuzz.

pt. 20: Quatro

Anthony, Ed, and Jack all sat together in the afternoon on the floor of the lounge. Ed had chosen to dress yet again in his baggy sweatshirt that was far too hot for the warm weather. Anthony and Jack were practically overheating even in their usual t-shirts and gym shorts.

On the floor, in between the three foxes, sat the board game Sorry.

Ed drew a 5, and moved one of his pegs forward.

"Can't do that," Anthony corrected, and moved the red fox's piece back to start.

"Can too, why else would the card say five on it?"

"Are we going to argue over this literally every time you draw a card, Ed?"

"Check the rulebook, I was right last time."

"You weren't right_any_ time!"

"Guys," Jack interrupted. "Wholesome. Please. Nice, ordinary, boring, not-messed-up fun. Okay?"

Anthony and Ed both sighed, and returned to indulging the fennec fox's need for a calm day after how rowdy the orgy had gotten the night before.

After a few more turns had gone by, Ed got a text message. The red fox had given all of his contacts different ringtones--specifically, he had given all of his contacts different ringtones that were each a different moan from a different gay porno.

Jack sighed, and gave up on ever getting any time at all with his boyfriends that didn't keep circling back to sex in some way or another.

"Can you really tell all of those moans apart?" Anthony asked, skeptical that Ed's choice of ringtones was even helpful to the red fox.

"Yeah," Ed said, tail wagging as he took his phone out of his pocket. "That one was Michael's ringtone. I got the moan for it off of Fucked Gay by my Gay Neighbors 4."

"Fucking incredible," Anthony sighed.

"Ooh, he's outside," Ed said, and closed his phone and got up. The red fox dashed lightly to the front of the house, and opened the door for his friend.

The black cat stood outside, also wearing a hoodie that was too hot for the weather, hands tucked into his pockets.

"Sup, Butt Inspector?" Ed asked, smirking.

"Heh. I was gonna ask if you wanted another boyfriend, but now I dunno anymore."

"Dustin said it was cool?" Ed asked, tail wagging behind his back frantically.

Michael nodded.

The cat and the fox hugged and kissed, and said some really nice things to each other.

pt. 000: End Credits

Written and Directed by: shadypaw

Tyler Cuvilk - Michael Anders Cuvilk - Dustin Floyd Geggenev - Roger Maximillian "Sapphire" Greer - Matt Tony Y.B. Beldeaux - Ed Sir Tristen N. Kentimi - Anthony Aaron J.E. Beldeaux - Jack Woodrow "Sweffers" Clarfe - Judgy Subway Customer Hank "Brian" Rosnteblei - Chet September Cuvilk - Lori Earnest Vokkmel - Ernest Big Jack - Police Officer Mitchel Dellemp - Overweight Security Guard #1 Woodrow "Sweffers" Clarfe - Overweight Security Guard #2 Tony Y.B. Beldeaux - Ed's Stunt Double Aaron J.E. Beldeaux - Jack's Stunt Double

Location Scout: Neoclassicism Meme Ambassador: Buenablip Bitselbaff Second Script Writer: Dash W. Yap, Esquire Hair Stylist: Cheryl Elizabeth Rohd Hair Stylist to M. Greer: Rex Te Second Hair Stylist to M. Greer: Julie K. Consultant to Julie K.: Tony Y.B. Beldeaux Boom Operator: Maximalism

"Rainy Evening EP" Arranged by Idealism

"One Big Holiday" Written and Performed by My Morning Jacket

Special Thanks to: Expressionism

pt. x: One Last Totally Important Plot Point About Anthony's Pants Changing

A little while before the orgy started, Anthony changed into blue jeans, and discarded the gym shorts that he'd been wearing earlier in the day when he'd gone to get lunch with Ed and Jack.

Ed watched as Anthony put a belt on: it was Ed's belt. Ed's_favorite_ belt. It was in that moment when Ed decided he was going to undo the belt later, and pull the arctic fox's pants down while everyone else was looking.