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Tybalt anxiously switched his cup from one hand to the other. He scanned the room again, eyeing the furs that filled it, their conversations melting in with the ambient music while the average blood alcohol level steadily rose. The party was going objectively well, people were mingling and everybody was having a good time, clustered around a few activities to spruce up conversation.

And there he stood in the corner of the living room, alone. He took out his phone and leaned against the wall, tapping out a quick message to Samir--the tiger from work that invited him in the first place--"Bro, where you at?" then browsed idly waiting for a reply.

A notification popped up that made him check to make sure nobody was nearby. It wasn't a reply from Samir, but a tap on Poundr. The name of the app should give its purpose away: no strings attached hookups. He opened the profile, seeing only a bare torso, thickly furred and muscled. Said profile then sent him a message. "Hey cutie, like the party so far?" he blushed as he looks up from the screen and scanned the crowd, not exactly hopeful to spot the mystery person, given only a bare torso to go on and everyone had their shirts on. A cheetah and tiger chatting with a giraffe, a hyena and a hippo, and others, but he couldn't quite match the fur color.

He was about to send a reply when an unseen heavy paw landed on his shoulder, making him jump out of his fur.

"JESUS HELL-," His eyes met with Samir's, who grinned down at him. The tiger wore a deep sleeveless v-neck, exposing more than a little fur and muscle. His lower half donned ripped jean shorts, highlighting his thick legs and the work he put into them.

"What're you so jumpy for? You're supposed to relax at this events y'know," Samir laughed.

"Fuckin'," Tybalt brushed his fur down, trying to soothe away the jitteriness, "Been bored as fuck waiting for you to get here."

"Bro, it's a party!" Samir practically shouted, leaving the corner, "You're supposed to mingle!" He approached a group composed of a bear, a wolf, a stag, and an otter. "Yo, help me get this pup sloshed?" He turned to wink at the smaller dog when they all cheerfully agreed to help.

Tybalt tucked his ears and tail in, following along. He supposed the big cat was right, after all. He mulled over whether blacking out would be a mercy, following the group deeper into the house, until they emerged outside on the veranda.

"Now, y'all get comfy and I'll get the drinks out," and then the wolf departed back inside. "Casey's a bartender, and he loves it. Always makes the best drinks," the otter told Tybalt, "I'm Brett, by the way." He shook the offered paw, introducing himself in turn. He learned the stag's name was Addie, and the bear who'd gone off for a bathroom break was Roan. They sat on pillows in a circle, short conversations of general getting-to-know-you while they enjoyed the midnight breeze.

The music and commotion from inside briefly swelled as the door opened, Roan and Casey both emerging with their paws full of tall colorful drinks. "This one's what I call a Jolly Ranch Surprise!" Casey said, holding out a colorful drink to Tybalt. It was light pink, and smelled of sugar and lemon. The bottom of the clear glass held an unwrapped hard candy though, ruining any surprises; it tasted sweet and tart, the alcohol blending well into the taste.

Drinks situated, Roan eased himself into a spot beside Tybalt, while Samir sat on his right. Their heights compared to the husky made Tybalt feel like a blade of grass amongst two oak trees. The big bear turned to Tybalt and introduced himself, "Hey, I'm Roan," he said, holding his paw out. His white button up shirt had several of the top ones undone, and when he leaned in to see eye to eye, Tybalt managed to recognize the chest fur as the same from the Poundr profile. Tybalt met his paw, "I'm Tybalt," staring into Roan's brown eyes, "and I think I'm beginning to enjoy this party," he said with a smile growing on his face. Roan smiled back, letting their paws go with a wink. He could afford to loosen up and have some fun, it's what he downloaded the app for anyway.

"Everyone up for some Truth or Dare?" Casey asked. While everyone else eagerly agreed, Tybalt still had some misgivings about drinking with strangers, yet he took another sip, wanting to spend some more time with Roan. The drink went down easily, and he figured it would ease his social anxieties.

The game started off innocently enough, "Who was your first celebrity crush," and the like. Then Brett chose Addie, who opted for truth. "What's one of your turn-ons that you don't receive often enough?" which earned everyone's rapt attention. Addie bashfully rubbed his hand behind his head. "Uh, I definitely like having my antlers sucked and played with." Casey grinned, sneakily reaching a paw to caress the nub of one of Addie's antlers, making him moan out loud before covering his mouth, his cheeks blushing red as everyone laughed. "O-okay then, how about you, meanie! Truth or dare!"

"Dare!" Casey replied, sticking his tongue out.

"I dare you to take off your shirt!" said Addie, regaining a little composure. The wolf complied, revealing a toned upper body to appreciative whistles. "How's that, Rudolph?"

Casey stopped teasing the deer long enough to pick Tybalt, whose inhibitions were becoming less of a problem, choosing dare. Casey gave him a wide grin, formulating his dare. "Tybalt, I dare you to makeout with Roan." Whoops sounded off as heat rushed to Tybalt's cheeks. Roan chuckled before he leaned towards the meek husky, sultry look in his eyes and pursing his lips mockingly. Oh, no, this was too fast, too much, and in front of too many people. Tybalt turned away, pushing his face into his paws.

Samir encouraged him. "C'mon, if you don't you gotta drink!" Perhaps that would be preferable to confronting the handsome bear.

"Ten."

Brett started off the countdown, others joining in.

"Nine!"

Tybalt looked around, everyone watching him, all waiting to see if he'd succumb to peer pressure, like a good friend.

"Eight!"

Oh fuck it all, how bad could it be? Tybalt steeled himself, turning to Roan and leaning in to meet him. Getting closer to those thick lips, he found the bears snout was bigger than his entire head. Closer still, and he felt Roan's hot breath over his face. Then their lips touched, cold at first, but heating up. Tybalt made eye contact with the bear, who winked back at him. Oh, this bear and his ways. Tybalt blushed while they pressed against each other, his stomach shooting fireworks and his arms weakening. "Ay, I bet Roan's gonna get lucky tonight!" from somewhere.

The bear's lips covered the front of his muzzle, and they parted to lick at Tybalt's teeth. Right, a makeout. Tybalt closed his eyes, maw opening to be filled with Roan's invading tongue, tasting of spit and whatever he was drinking. "Oh fuck that's hot." Other gibes from the group melted away as the two of them made each other their world.

Having his mouth so completely taken made him moan, pushing himself into the kiss. He gathered the saliva in his maw as best he could, and swallowed it down. Roan opened his mouth a bit further, letting Tybalt slide his muzzle inside, teeth grazing his snout, the bear's humid breath filling his nostrils. Opening his eyes, he couldn't even make eye contact with him, line of sight blocked by his encroaching maw, taking more of him inside while also allowing the bear's thick tongue to delve deeper. He felt it taste along the back of his mouth before it dove over and down, plugging his throat and bulging it out. "Dude I think he's tonguing his throat now."

Then Roan opened his jaws wide, letting Tybalt watch his tongue flex and writhe as it surged into his depths. Strands of drool stretched and dangled from the fleshy roof, while ivory teeth lead back to the barely illuminated throat. Tybalt felt his jeans tighten, and he brought his paws to Roan's chest, feeling his pecs beneath his shirt.

Roan slurped his tongue out before Tybalt's air supply ran too low, sliding it over the husky's face and matting the fur down before returning it home, smacking his lips with a rumble of approval, "You taste good, pup." Tybalt was left panting, leaning against the bear as he tried to recover. Roan wrapped his beefy arm around the husky, holding him close.

He regarded the group, half of them making some effort to cover up their crotches. He held Tybalt a little closer, then asked Brett, "Truth or dare?" Brett responded with "Truth," which then earned him the question, "What's the sexiest thing about Addie?"

The now very common occurrence of blushing touched on the otters cheeks, "Oh, well, where to start?" Addie grinned and lifted his shirt up to let his underbelly peek out, blatantly teasing him. Brett continued, ever bashfully, "It's gotta be his, uh," Addie took one of Brett's paws and pushed it against his belly, "Oh. Soft fur." The stag let him rub over his belly, staring into each others eyes looking like they'd eaten hot spicy nacho sauce.

"You gonna pick somebody, Ty?" Roan teased Tybalt with a poke, before picking himself up and heading inside, muttering some excuse about needing to hit the john. In the doorway he paused, looking back at Tybalt and angling his head towards indoors.

"Well, hmmm," Tybalt didn't want to interrupt Brett and Addie's moment, so he picked Samir.

"Dare," Samir arrogantly replied. Ah, the classic of blunders. Borrowing inspiration from the earlier dare with Casey and his shirt, "I dare you to take off your shorts!" The tiger stood up, his hands at his crotch, rubbing over the zipper and button. "Like this?" He winked, and flicked upon the top button while pulling up on his shirt a little, revealing the defined Adonis belt leading to his groin. Tybalt was blushing again, as he watched Samir slowly zip down, revealing his briefs decorated with white stars and planets on a blue background. There was a bit of a bulge pushing the fabric out.

Fully unzipped, the big cat eased the shorts off, unwrapping them from his ankles and tossing them to the side, hitting Casey in the chest. The shirtless wolf smacked Samir's ass, gripping a warm cheek. Samir slapped his paw away, "You's a touchy puppy, huh?" and sat down next to Casey. "Gonna have to think of a punishment for you, hm?" he said with a dopey grin.

Alcohol to the rescue, since it seemed nobody was really playing the game anymore. Tybalt was torn between staying with his sexy coworker or chasing after his new bear friend. Ultimately, he reasoned, he'd see Samir again, but he might not get the chance with Roan. He rolled over and slowly got up, allowing himself time to adjust to standing. Walking wasn't so hard either, once he got used to it.

Back inside, the cacophony slightly disoriented him, but he was able to get directions to the nearest bathroom. Pushing past various other furs, he found the door under the stairs unlocked. He practically fell inside thanks to his slight drunken state, and he found Roan filling out the small bathroom with his form.

The bear sat on the toilet, pants pulled just below his waist, and his cock out. The dark skin bulged with veins as a paw traveled up, swirling a little around the head before sliding back down to the base.

"Fucking finally," Roan stated, then motioned Tybalt to come closer, "close the door behind ya and come over here, cutie."

Oh, this was really happening, wasn't it? Tybalt pushed the door closed behind him, taking a few steps to kneel between the Roan's legs. He felt he should say something, something sensual, but his mind felt numb.

He looked up from the pillar of meat that made his eyes cross, and saw Roan's kind eyes and gentle smile beaming back down at him. Taking his paw away, he let his cock stand erect. "Get yourself a taste, Ty."

Already pushing for nicknames, but Tybalt didn't mind right then. He leaned forward with his tongue out, straight for the tip where he spotted a drop of pre. The salty taste filled his mind with lust, and he licked again, Roan moaning quietly above him.

Emboldened, he tilted his muzzle up a bit and to the side, bringing the tip into his maw with his lips, rubbing his tongue all around the head. He felt the meat throb and Roan growled, "Damn, Ty," ruffling his head, subtle encouragement to go further.

And further Tybalt went, taking more of that meat into his mouth, working his lips over the shaft and bringing his paws up to fondle the bear's balls. They were so big, a single testicle dwarfed his entire palm, he felt he could juggle them inside the full sac.

Roan closed his eyes while Tybalt's head bob between his legs, the pleasure in his balls rising as they were toyed with. "You're doing great," he huffed, feeling his cock rubbing against the back of the husky's throat. His eyes shot open and moaned out loud, definitely audible from outside the bathroom, when Tybalt swallowed and went all the way down to the root. "Oh, fuck!" His cock flexed inside Tybalt's throat, enveloped by warmth and wetness, while his ball sac visibly tensed from the stimulation.

The feeling of a cock the size of your wrist bulging out your throat is rare, and Tybalt relished in it. He wasn't sure if he was swallowing or gagging, but it made no difference to the big bruin, the fleshy walls moving up and down his dick pleasured him all the same. "Fuck, Ty." The fuzzy thighs squeezed against his head as he stayed down, tongue just able to lap out and taste along the ball sac underneath his chin.

"Okay, that's good." Paws on his head rubbed around his ears, coaxing him off the thick length, allowing him to breathe as the meat slid along his tongue. The tip slid out of his muzzle, and he gazed up at the bear that now cradled his face, an endearing look in his eyes. "Come here," he said, and leaned down to kiss him again. Pushing himself off the toilet and Tybalt to the ground, he kissed and licked all around the husky that he could reach, kneeling on the floor as he pushed Tybalt's pants off.

The passion of the bear's ministrations pushed Tybalt until his back was up against the wall, both of them moaning all the way. Clinging to his neck, Roan asked, "You want this big bear meat?" slapping his manhood around Tybalt's crotch, dwarfing the husky's penis.

"Yeah, I want you to spear me open baby," Tybalt gasped out.

"I'm gonna give it to ya, I'll make you swell with my load."

"Yes, make me pregnant with your cubs!"

A growl, and Tybalt was pushed up the wall, squeezing him almost painfully. Roan's gentle demeanor slowly being replaced by a more predatory one. "Oh you sexy pup, I'm gonna make you walk funny," Roan threatened, rearing his hips back to let his cock rub against Tybalt's furry cheeks.

"Promise?" Tybalt couldn't help himself, and for his arrogance the bear pushed himself in, drawing out a gasping moan. The husky's ring barely impeded the massive pillar spearing into his innards. The pressure coming from his anus made his own cock throb uncontrollably, and when it barrelled past his prostate, it drooled precum.

"Leaky boy," taunted Roan, his hips not easing up until they sat flush against the husky's cheeks, stopping to let the husky's ring squeeze against the base of his cock, unsuccessfully trying to force it out. While the alcohol may have eased their joining, he was no brute, so he started slow. He eased his length back out, watching Tybalt's ring struggle to maintain structural integrity, then pushed back in. "Mmm, so tight! I love this ass!"

He pinned the husky's shoulders against the wall, allowing his hips to move freely and piston his thick cock in and out without any hindrances. The additional distance between their upper bodies allowed Roan to view the bulge his cock made in husky's abdomen, right around his navel. It only made him harder, more aroused, and put more force into his thrusts.

Tybalt barely had the strength to keep his legs around the bear's waist, let alone verbalize his pleasure. He managed to say, "Fuck me Roan, fuck me so good!" Receiving the pounding of his life, Roan panting hotly over his head.

Reaching his arms up, he was able to caress Roan's tongue. The bear didn't stop fucking him, only leaning down closer, allowing Tybalt to rub further into the big mouth, and even begin to reach his head in. Roan shifted his paws to support Tybalt's body while he leaned back, sitting on his heels.

In his aroused and drunken haze, Tybalt let his paws roam over whatever they could reach, from the fleshy tongue to the palate ridges, all while Roan blasted him with hot breath and pumped into his rear. "Gods you're so sexy Roan, I'm all yours, take me." Tybalt's teasing words made Roan moan loudly into his ears, not a care for who might hear outside the bathroom.

Feeling his pleasure climbing ever higher, Roan reached a peak that made him slam the canine down into his lap, his thick cock pulsing, stretching the husky's hole that much more with each throb. At the same time, Roan spread his maw over Tybalt's head and down around his chest, holding him tightly. Deep, hitched grunts filled Tybalt's ears , and he nearly came right then, his stomach grow warm and tight as it filled with bear seed, gushing in bursts out of Roan's cock.

Roan revelled in the afterglow that washed over him, his cock depositing the last of his seed into the husky with one last flex. He tasted over Tybalt's salty head. Such a good fuck, and now such a willing snack. The back of the bear's maw widened, then Tybalt felt himself pushed towards it. His arms dangled off the edge of the tongue, surrounded only by a wanting throat. He felt Roan's arms carefully lift him off the giant cock filling his rear, making him whine. Once free, the paws gripping his buttcheeks easily slid a thick finger into his relaxed hole, making sure to lock the majority of the seed inside.

Those same paws simultaneously pushed and angled him upwards, lining him up with the bear's throat as his head slipped into it. Gripped by fleshy wetness on all sides, he was tugged downwards to Roan's waiting tank. Upside down, his stomach gurgled around Roan's load as it resettled inside him, Roan's belly rumbling as if in response.

Directing his meal into his body with precision and care belying his drunkenness, it was Roan's turn to have his throat bulge, Tybalt pushing it out from the inside. The husky's rear securely in his maw, he let his finger slip out of the husky's tailhole, dripping with leftover seed. He cleaned his finger with his tongue, which he then ran over Tybalt's butt, pushing him in.

The heavy beat of a bear's heart sounded in Tybalt's ears when it wasn't filled with the squishing of flesh against his body. He felt Roan's tongue bathe his legs, and his head squeezed into a larger, humid chamber when he heard a muffled but unmistakable sound of a door bursting open.

Roan was feeling up his belly, waiting for its new occupant when Samir charged into the room, nearly falling on top of him. He was saying, "Tybalt you better not..." but stopped when he took in the site before him. His coworkers legs sliding down into a barely met acquaintance, Roan's soft but still wet cock, and randomly discarded clothing. Roan gave a last swallow, the husky's feet disappearing into his maw and down his throat. "Oh," Roan burped, "did you need him for something?"

Samir felt his cock swell in his briefs, closing the door behind him.