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The sounds of clanking iron and low, deep grunting. The rich aroma of masculine sweat and musk hanging like a thick fog in the air. The sight of large, muscle-bound males flexing and stretching their bodies in all sorts of ways. Forrest McHare gazed around the gym, idly tapping one hindpaw to the beat of the techno-rock song blasting from the speakers in the ceiling and hefting his gym bag on his shoulder, and smiled; he was in heaven.

The rabbit had travelled to Zootopia from Bunnyburrow to get away from the rural life, like many of his generation who wanted more than just a carrot farm to their name. Of course, his reasons extended far beyond just wanting a change of scenery; mammals like him--males who, instead of wanting a nice, cute wife, craved the firm embrace of a big musky man--didn't exactly have much opportunity to find what they were craving out in the sticks. Trysts were kept on the down-low, shameful and secretive and over way too fast. But in the big city, Forrest had been able to find plenty of places where he and other gay mammals could meet up, socialize, and hook up; either for a quick fuck or something more long-term.

Places like this gym.

He blushed at the grin and husky 'Hey there, cutie,' from the burly rhino behind the desk as he sauntered past; most rabbits hated being called that by larger animals, but the words never failed to send a shiver down his spine and make his fluffy puff of a tail perk right up. He could hear the murmuring and feel the stares from the occasional interested male, especially when he began swinging his hips in time with every step; Forrest had been blessed by his genetics with a pair of wide hips and a round, plump, ample ass, and the mammals who glanced over could easily tell even through the rabbit's jeans that he had more than enough cushion for whatever pushin' they'd give him. The bunny looked around and could already see a few wide, suggestive smiles and flirtatious winks; a hyena who'd sat up from completing a set on one of the barbell benches looked right at Forrest, smirked, and reached down between his splayed legs to give the bulge between his tree-trunk thighs a squeeze. Forrest shuddered and bit his lip to suppress a moan as he passed by; it was a struggle for the bunny not to bend over one of those benches--maybe with his face right in that handsome hyena's sweaty crotch--and let whatever happened happen.

If Forrest thought the locker room would offer a break from the stimulation, he was sorely mistaken. Here, the scent of sweat-soaked bodies and spicy musk had been allowed to linger and ripen into a heady, nearly-cloying funk that tightened the bunny's jeans almost-painfully around his throbbing crotch. He made his way along the rows of lockers, trying to find an open one while listening to his footfalls echo in the strangely-deserted room, and finally found one a short distance from the entrance. The thought that anyone who came in would have a perfect view of his body as he stripped down--first pulling his t-shirt up and off, and then popping the fly of his jeans to push them down his thick hips--made the tent in his bikini-briefs twitch with arousal.

His fantasy coming true with a loud bang as the locker room door slammed open and a group of loud, boisterous mammals burst in nearly made the poor bunny leap right out of his skin.

"...tellin' ya, that thing was so massive you would'a howled at it!"

The wolf taking long, even strides to keep pace with the group rolled his eyes as he listened to his apparent friend. "Right."

"No, seriously! Come on, back me up Bubs!" The hyena--the one that had groped himself while giving Forrest the bedroom eyes and a 'you know you want it smirk' earlier--turned to the grizzly at his other shoulder and batted at the massive ursine's equally-massive gut.

"It's true." The bear nodded and idly rubbed at the spot that the hyena had smacked, lifting his almost-comically-undersized tank top to run his pawpads through the thick fur coating his belly. "I kinda wish he'd come over to join us. He looked nice."

A contemptuous snort sounded from behind the wall of burly males. "You think everyone looks nice." The cool, even voice came from the athletically-built tiger who broke off from the group to make his way toward the sinks.

"Come on, you can't tell me you missed an ass that fine!" The hyena groaned while making his way towards the lockers, and stopped in his track as he caught sight of Forrest. The bunny was staring wide-eyed at the group of preds, trembling a little bit under the sheer weight of the masculine energy that had suddenly filled the room. The hyena blinked, and then grinned. "Well, guess you can see it yourselves, cuz it's right here." He sauntered forward to loom over the bunny--that thick, pendulous bulge was right in Forrest's face, and the buck's nose was already twitching as the spicy scent staining the thick fabric curled into his nostrils. "Hey there, new blood."

"Uh, h-hi." He wrenched his gaze away from the larger male's crotch to crane his neck up and meet the hyena's glinting gaze.

"'Hi'?" The hyena tsked, shaking his head and sending droplets of sweat flying from his soaked, short-cropped mane. "Nah, nah, that won't do." Forrest gulped, wondering if he'd offended the other male in some way, and his knees shook as a heavy hand came down to pat between his flattened ears. "See, it's not every day a cute little bunny like you wanders into our gym. You gotta show the preds proper respect, you hear?" Another grin and wink. "Could start with your name, maybe."

Forrest trembled. His knees shook. The bulge in his underwear pulsed and spat a glob of wetness along his hip. Finally, the buck managed to stutter out a quiet. "Forrest."

"Forrest, huh?" The hyena threw his head back to let out a barking cackle, and then gave the bunny a pat on the back that nearly sent the smaller male sprawling on the dingy tile floor. "Good to meet'cha! The name's Chase, as in 'always Chase-in' after tail.'"

"R-right." The bunny blushed--he knew exactly what 'tail' the grinning hyena was thinking about, especially since the pred's hand was settled directly over his--and then felt another presence loom over him. Not just felt, but smelled as well; the hyena was pungent in his own right, but the spicy scent of rich masculinity only grew more intense as he felt another big, burly, sweaty body pressing in against him. He looked up into another smiling face, though this one was a little more friendly; the bear.

"Heya, Forrest, good to meet you! I'm Bob, but everyone just calls me Bubs." The grizzly nodded, and Forrest would have returned the gargantuan male's smile with a shaky one of his own if his eyes weren't locked onto the bear's bare chest. Bob--Bubs--had already tossed the tiny, sweat-soaked tank top that had barely hidden his upper body away, and the bunny could now confirm that every inch of the bear's bulging musculature--from his biceps to his delts to the pectorals that crowned his firm gut--were hard, round and thick. He was a powerlifter for sure; exactly the type of male that got Forrest weak in the knees.

With another snort, the tiger made his way over to the group while drying his damp paws with a paper towel. "Chase, Bubs, don't go scaring the poor guy when he just now arrived." He pushed himself between the two to smile down at Forrest and offer his hand. "I apologize for these two. Welcome to the gym, Forrest."

"Yeah..." Forrest only felt the heat in his face grow more and more intense. What he'd taken for an athletic build from afar turned out to be a perfectly-sculpted and cut body up close. Even under his t-shirt and thin shorts, every movement made the feline's trim, compact muscles flex right before the bunny's eyes.

The tiger noticed look on the buck's face as they shook hands, and his lips stretched into a wide smirk. "You're staring."

"Ah!" Forrest stuttered and stammered, looking from one big, strong, muscular pred to the other. "S-sorry, I uh..."

"Hey, it's alright. Nothing wrong with staring when you see stuff like this, right?" Bubs' beaming smile grew broader as he lifted his arms--the smell wafting out from his dank armpits made even the wolf, who was quietly stripping out of his clothes nearby, turn his head--and flexed. Again, Forrest's eyes widened at the sight of the massive muscles--pectorals that could easily crush the bunny's slim body between them, and biceps bigger than his head--bulge as the bear grunted with effort. Again, his crotch pulsed as he felt the wet spot on his hip grow wetter. Again, the bunny stuttered and stammered at the demonstration of pure, raw masculinity from the larger male. "You wanna touch 'em?"

"Yeah." The word was out of Forrest's mouth and he had hopped up to stand on the bench before the bunny even realized it. His eagerness only made the other watching males snicker as they undressed around him. The buck reached up as Bubs kneeled down--even then, he had to stretch himself to reach up the bear's towering body--to feel the ursine's stone-hard bicep; he poked, prodded, and squeezed as hard as he could, but couldn't hope to make the thickly-corded muscle budge.

It was only when he felt the gazes of the others on his pert, plump, bouncing ass, and a hand--Chase's--give the bunny's furry flank a sharp, ringing slap that Forrest realized how open he'd left himself.

"See? Could get fuckin' lost in an ass like that."

"It is quite the sight, yes." The tiger was watching Chase's paw intently, his own idly stroking over his flat stomach right above the pendulous bulge in his jockstrap. "Even you have to agree, James." He glanced to the wolf, who was in a similar state of undress; in fact, Forrest quickly realized that aside from Bubs--who was too occupied allowing the bunny to feel up his flexing muscles to slide his shorts off--the other males had stripped completely down to their thin, sweat-soaked, stained jockstraps.

"Yeah, Trey." James--the wolf--stepped forward, approaching slowly and sending a thrill down Forrest's spine with the look that smoldered in his eyes behind the placid canine's stony expression. Like Trey, the lupine male had a cut, athletic build. Like the tiger, James's fur was soaked with sweat and reeked heavily with his post-workout musk. However, unlike the feline, the canine seemed to have no reservations about personal space; he dipped down, sniffing deeply as he looked the bunny over with that burning gaze of his. "Are you sure this 'guy' is a guy though, Chase? He looks more like a girl to me." He moved in even closer, humid breath washing over one of the bunny's flicking ears as his voice dropped into a deep, husky growl. "And he smells like a bitch in heat."

Forrest whimpered, moaned, and tried not to cum all over himself right there; which was easier said than done with so many hot, sweaty, sexy males surrounding him.

"Yeah, I guess he isn't packin' much up front. 'Less he's a grower." Chase's voice dropped into a mockingly sympathetic tone as he nodded towards the--admittedly very small--tent in the bunny's bikini briefs. "Well, little guy? You a grower? Huh?" The toothy smirk remained on his face--grew even wider--as the hyena stared right into Forrest's watery eyes.

"I-I... uh." This was embarrassing. Humiliating. Mortifying. It was the hottest fucking thing the buck had ever experienced. Having these males--these big, strong predators--eyeing him with such open hunger set off ancient instincts that mingled with his arousal to paralyze him with bone-shaking lust. He gulped heavily and shifted from foot to foot. "I-I'm, uh... already... hard." The last word came out as a choked squeak, and he flinched at the burst of raucous laughter that rang out around him.

"You are, huh? And just what's got'cha hard, little guy?" Now it was Chase's turn to lean in, his smirking face inches away from Forrest's. The bunny's cheeks burned all the hotter; at the proximity, at their mutual near-nudity, at the cloying male-stink filling his lungs and making his racing mind swim. "Couldn't be little ol' us, could it?"

Forrest answered with a high-pitched, whining moan as he soaked the pouch of his briefs with precum.

"Sounds like a 'yes' to me." That deep, husky growl resounded in his ear once more. James was panting, his breath brushing against Forrest's cheek with every huff and puff, and his eyes were locked onto the bunny's crotch. "Horny little slut, aren't you? Getting hard just from seeing us..." A deep sniff of the air, and then a rumbling chuckle. "Maybe... smelling us?"

Bubs blinked, lifted his arm, and took a deep whiff of his raunchy armpit. "We are pretty ripe, huh?" Even standing on the bench, Forrest was at just about the right height to see the twitching of the forming tent in the bear's shorts just a small distance away.

"Just now noticed, did you?" Trey's sinuous tail flicked behind him as his paw dropped to cup and stroke his own slowly-tenting bulge.

Chase shot the bear and tiger an annoyed glance, and then turned his smirk back to Forrest. "Why don'tcha show us what'cha got, little guy?" The seemingly-affectionate nickname practically roiled with barely-concealed ridicule at just how 'little' Forrest was. The hyena didn't even wait for the rabbit to answer; one clawed finger hooked into the waistband of Forrest's bikini briefs and yanked the front down, exposing the buck's pre-drenched erection.

Tears pricked the corners of Forrest's eyes, even as his blush flared hot and his bared length throbbed at the burst of laughter and mocking--and the more tender, but still patronizing cooing from Bubs--from the larger males at the sight. Forrest had always been rather small, even for a rabbit--his sack drawn up into a tight little coin purse around his tiny testicles, and the thin spike poking out of his sheath barely breaking about an inch on a good day. Of course his plump heavy thighs and wide hips only served to make the bunny's package look even more microscopic; a fact the preds surrounding him commented on with great enthusiasm.

"What the hell even is that?" Chase flicked at the short, firm length, and Forrest whimpered as a spark of pleasure shot right into his crotch. "You get a little baby carrot stuck down here, little guy?"

"I guess all his size went elsewhere." Trey's voice purred with barely-concealed amusement as he grasped the bunny's bared thigh, turning the smaller male to get a better look.

"Yeah. Should've known a slut like you'd have a little microdick." One of James' strong paws squeezed one of Forrest's asscheecks in a nearly-crushing grip, and the other one yanked the bunny's briefs all the way down to his ankles. Forrest was completely naked now; completely exposed before the towering preds. "Don't need a cock when all you're good for's bending over and taking one up under your tail, huh?"

"I think it's cute. A cutie little cocklet for a cutie little bunny." Bubs reached down to rub a finger against the rabbit's twitching length--like one would give an adorable pet a tender scritch--and gave Forrest a blushing smile and flirtatious wink. "I really like it when guys have smaller dicks than me."

"Not all that hard for you, Bubsy." Right there in front of Forrest, Chase leaned in against Bub's crouching body and groped the bear's massive bulge. The hyena smirked to the rabbit, watching the smaller male watch his hand cup his friend's heavy, pendulous ballsack and outline the long, thick, throbbing tent in the ursine's shorts. "Why don'tcha get these off and show this little cutie what a real dick looks like? In fact..." He stood tall and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his jock. "Whip 'em out, guys, and let's introduce ourselves to Forrest here proper. Fair's fair, since he was kind enough to show us his cutie little cocklet." A giggle and wink to the bunny accompanied those words as he tugged the front of his jock down just enough to tease the thick forest of sweat-and-pre-soaked pubic fur sitting above his crotch.

"Sure!" Bubs, who had been letting out quiet, deep moans while his friend had been rubbing and squeezing his package, jumped to his feet with a rumbling chuckle of his own. Now that fat, heavy, gargantuan bulge loomed over the bunny, and it was a struggle for Forrest to keep himself from yanking those shorts down and freeing the stirring beast contained within as he stared at it in reverent awe.

James and Trey shared a look, the tiger smirking while the wolf's jaws cracked open into a wide, lustful grin. "That sounds fair to me." The tiger pressed in close to the bunny once more, gazing into Forrest's hazy eyes. "You want that, Forrest?"

"Wanna see our dicks, little slut?" James pressed in on Forrest's other side, his tented jock pouch grinding on the rabbit's shoulder and wafting its spicy aroma right into the smaller male's eager nose. "Wanna see the cocks that are gonna be breeding your little sluthole from here on out?" Gone was the wolf's cool façade; it looked like he was struggling to keep himself from grabbing Forrest, tossing the buck to the tiled floor, and ravishing him right there and then. "Answer." He growled. "Beg."

"Y-yeah..." Forrest's vision swam as he looked around at the wall of masculinity surrounding him. Males. Big, strong, predator males, almost naked and soaked with sweat and musk. He gulped and trembled. "Please..."

And at that word, the massive mammals surrounding him stripped off the last of their clothing. Bubs pushed his shorts and jock down together, stepping out of them and letting his already-erect cock bob and bounce with every movement; the gargantuan bear's cock was just as monolithic as the rest of him, and made Forrest weak at the knees as he examined every inch of the throbbing flesh. Trey struck a pose as he pulled his jock down, flexing and showing off while his own bared crotch let out a waft of ripe, pent-up musk; the tiger looked to be the smallest of the males cock-wise, his length thinner and shorter than the others, but it still looked massive compared to the bunny's little cocklet. James, meanwhile, wasted no time practically ripping the sweaty fabric trapping his pulsing erection off with an almost-feral growl; big and thick, not quite as large as Bubs, but the semi-inflated knot popping in and out of his sheath as the wolf teased himself was a very welcome addition.

And last, but certainly not least, was Chase; the one who'd kicked things off between himself, his friends, and the poor little bunny newbie. He pulled his jock down with all the presentation of a show-animal, rocking his hips to make the pulsing length bounce and flick droplets of precum onto Forrest's chest. When he was sure he had Forrest's undivided attention he grinned, hooked his finger around the waistband of his discarded jock and stretched the elastic as far as it would go, and shot the dingy garment right into the rabbit's face with a wet smack. Forrest reeled and nearly fell off the bench as his knees shook; he'd heard that hyenas were smelly, but the pungent scent filling his sensitive nose and tingling on his tongue as he almost tasted it was choking and cloying and heavenly in its piquancy. He clutched the jock against his face, taking deep, audible sniffs of the inner pouch and grinding it on his nose as he gazed over it at the laughing, nude, erect hyena.

Cocks, thick and throbbing and dribbling with pent-up arousal. Balls, swinging heavily and full of thick, potent, virile cum. Musk, strong and sweaty and fogging his brain as he filled his lungs with its masculine spice. He couldn't take it; Forrest's eyes clenched as his over-stimulated mind swam and black spots danced in his vision. The bunny came, cock jumping and spurting as he nearly passed out.

He came back to himself with his cheek pressed against thick, sweat-drenched fur. The firm, rock-solid muscles underneath flexed and bulged as he heard a deep voice--Bubs--cooing to him; the bear was stroking his back with one massive paw as the bunny rested against his broad chest. It took a moment for Forrest to realize what had happened, but when he did his face burned with embarrassment; he must have fallen off his perch on the bench when he had orgasmed to the sight of the big, naked, sweat-and-musk-soaked males surrounding him, and Bubs must have dropped down to catch him. "S-sorry. I'm sorry..."

"Hey, it's okay little cutie. Kinda adorable to see you get so worked up over seeing our dicks." With a smile and a flirtatious wink of his own, Bubs dragged one thick, stumpy finger through the embarrassingly-tiny splatter of cum on one of his bulging pectorals and then popped it into his mouth.

It could have been the sight of the massive male tasting his cum, or the post-orgasmic warmth flowing through his body, or the rich, ripe scent of male arousal that still surrounded him, but Forrest's inhibitions finally broke. He clutched onto the bear, panting and rocking his hips as the tiny pen tip between his legs pulsed and hardened again. "Please." He whined. He pleaded. He begged. "Do me. Fuck me. All of you. I wanna smell your pits and your balls and taste your cocks and pleasepleaseplease..." His words trailed off into horny, lustful babbling, and the other males smirked to each other.

"Yeah, we know you want it..." A pair of rough hands grasped Forrest's ass, and the bunny pushed his thick hips back into James' crushing grip. The wolf squeezed the rabbit's soft, plump asscheeks and then spread them wide open with a low, hungry groan. "Could smell the bitch on you the second you walked in, little slut." Forrest gasped, his lungs burning with the reek of Bubs' musk as he ground his face further into the bear's flexing chest when he felt the canine's cold, twitching nose being shoved right against his hot, needy pucker. A deep sniff. A growling groan that sent humid air rushing over the bunny's crotch. A deep, rumbling chuckle. "You fucking stink of cum, bunny bitch."

"Makes sense, seeing how eager he is." Another hand grasping and rubbing and squeezing his ass as Trey's voice purred from behind him as well. "I bet he bends over for any big, strong pred he gets a whiff of. Don't you?"

Again, a whimper fell from Forrest's slack jaws. He wasn't the most experienced, but he'd been around the bend a couple times; especially since he'd come to Zootopia and had been able to find more males like him. More males who wanted his ass; wanted to fill him with their cum while giving him a whiff of their pungent masculinity. And speaking of pungent, he eagerly allowed Bubs' spicy musk to draw him into the bear's dank armpit, rubbing his face deep into the sweaty fur and staining his cheeks and chin and nose with the male's scent.

Huffing the bear's raunchy armpit; practically tasting the ripe, reeking fur and flesh on his tongue as he filled his lungs with it. Feeling the wolf and tiger staring at his winking pucker; feeling their breaths on the sensitive flesh as they sniffed at in turn and then dragged their tongues--James' slick and slobbery, and Trey's dry and scratchy and sending sparks deep into the bunny's crotch--over it. Seeing, feeling, smelling Chase approach as the hyena moved to hump against Forrest's side; he dragged his pulsing, throbbing, dribbling cock over Forrest's face and down the bunny's chest and sides, then finally pressed his length against the rabbit's. He could get lost in Bub's gargantuan, shaggy body, rub and hump and smear his face and torso and crotch onto every inch he could reach and still have plenty more to go. Trey and James' tongues were large enough to cup his entire groin at once, from his tightly-drawn balls all the way up to the base of his perked tail. Chase's erection felt monolithic against his own, dwarfing his pathetically-tiny cock--his cocklet, the miniscule stub not large enough to ever be considered a proper malehood--as they ground together.

With another shaky groan, Forrest came again.

Chase burst into raucous guffawing as he felt the rabbit's little spike twitching and splattering another pathetically-small load onto his shaft. "Careful, little guy, you're makin' a mess!" The hyena grabbed Forrest by the ears, ignoring the bunny's gasp of pain as he pulled the smaller male's face out of Bubs' pit and shoved it into his own crotch. "And you know what we do with guys that make messes, right? We make 'em clean up after themselves."

Forrest knew what the larger male wanted. He'd done it plenty of times--okay, only a couple, but still--before. He opened his mouth, let his tongue loll out, and moved to drag it along the length of the hyena's cock. However, just before he got his first taste of the pungent flesh, he got another tug on his ears and felt the heavy shaft smack against his cheek; he had to bite his tongue to keep himself from passing out again as the precum and liquid musk splattered off of the malehood before him and onto his face.

"Ah-ah. Gotta earn that dick if you wanna taste it, little guy." The smirk sitting below the hyena's laughing, flashing eyes widened. "Show us how good a sweat rag you make first."

"Oh, good idea!" Bubs stood up, grinning wide as the spire of his own erection bobbed and twitched and smacked against Forrest's shoulder; over it, the shaft long enough to nearly reach the middle of the bunny's back. "Wanna share him, Chase? Still pretty sweaty myself."

"Hell yeah." And with that, Forrest's face became the duo's sweat rag. The hyena smeared the rabbit's cheeks and nose all over his body; his firm, flexing thighs, his pillowy chest, and up into the dank pits under his arms. Forrest could feel the pred's sweat soaking his fur, marking him with the larger male's scent; thick, cloying, almost choking. He loved it. He loved inhaling the spicy scent, feeling it tingle in his nostrils and burn in his lungs. And then it was Bubs' turn, and the bunny knew that--no matter how he washed and scrubbed himself after this--he'd forever be marked with the rich, cloying stink of the preds' masculinity. The bear picked Forrest up in one massive paw and used the smaller male's entire body to rub himself down. Into one pit and then the other, grinding his head into the raunchy, sweat-soaked fur and letting the rabbit get his fill of ursine male-stink. Across his chest, flexing and letting Forrest feel the hard musculature underneath up close and personal. Then down his belly, across his thighs, and ending with the rabbit's face pressed into his rank, sweaty crotch.

Forrest groaned and sighed in bliss. His miniscule pin dick jumped and pulsed with every breath he took of the bear's musk. He could feel Bubs' plump sheath and heavy balls and thick, throbbing length grinding all over his body; grinding Bub's masculinity into him, letting him feel and taste and smell what a true strong, sexy, virile male was like. But even still, as his nose was pushed down below the bear's fat ballsack into the practically-fetid pit of his taint, Forrest caught a whiff of another scent; a scent far stronger, far danker and more pungent, far more potent and virile than the one of the pred using him. The smell of yet another male, choking the bunny and making his head swim and his vision blacken as he tried not to cum from the single faint hint tickling his nose. He whimpered, clutched at Bubs' hips, and tried to press himself deeper between the larger male's legs to find more of that heady aroma; tried, but was pulled away before he could reach too far into the bear's groin.

"Sorry little guy, back there's off-limits." Bubs' voice was almost apologetic as he looked down to the panting bunny. He grasped the base of his cock and dragged the length of it over Forrest's already-stained cheeks and lips, further smearing them with his slick, ample precum. "Why don'tcha focus on this right now, hm?"

That worked for Forrest. He grasped the proffered cock, feeling it pulse with the bear's strong, steady heartbeat under his pawpads, and latched onto the pre-drenched tip; he immediately choked and had to swallow down a mouthful of salty, sticky precum that gushed into his eager maw.

"Careful there, Bubsy. Push too deep n' you might come out the other end." Chase let out a cackle as he moved up next to the bear. His arm wrapped around the even-taller male's waist, and the hyena grasped the crown of Forrest's head as he pushed his own still-reeking package into the bunny's face. His erection throbbed and dribbled a heavy stream of precum that spattered on the rabbit's cheeks as Chase humped forward. "Maybe start with somethin' yer own size, huh?" Forrest could only moan, latching off of Bubs' cock--but still grasping at it to let it grind on his face and neck and chest--in favor of suckling on the hyena's smutty length.

A growl from behind. Forrest's breath hitched and his bobbing was thrown off as a pair of clawed hands gave his ass a rough, punishing squeeze. "Stop hogging him." The bunny could feel another cock, long and thick and knotted--James'--grinding into his cleft and over his hot, needy, neglected pucker. The bluntly-tapered tip pressed against Forrest's hole. The grip on his abused asscheeks tightened. Slowly, insistently, without pausing to let the rabbit catch his breath, the wolf pushed his pulsing shaft in to the hilt. "Oh fuck yeah... tight..." Forrest was shoved forward, gagging as Chase's cock was forced down his throat by the force of the slamming pace James immediately set. "Even feel like a fucking bitch in heat, slut." A ringing smack on his ass made the rabbit's hole clench around the thrusting intruder. "Fucking filthy slut."

Forrest could only moan in agreement as he was spit roasted by the two males and rubbed his face all over Bubs' own cock and balls. He was a slut; a filthy, musk-huffing slut that needed fat pred dick in every one of his holes.

"Room for one more?" Another cock grinding on his flank, smaller but no less needy. Sharp, barbed nubs on the head pricking the tender, soft flesh of his ass even through his fur. A feline cock; Trey's cock. He could hear the tiger's lustful panting and feel how wet the other male's shaft was.

"Well, bunny bitch? Got room for one more dick in this slutty little breeding hole of yours?" Another smack on his other flank, and a growl right into as Forrest's ear as James hunched over the smaller male with a huff. "You want as many dicks as possible pounding your cunt, don't you, slut?"

Forrest couldn't answer with words; his jaws and tongue were occupied with taking Chase's malehood all the way to the hyena's pungent sheath and balls. But his whimpering, slutty, needy moaning, and the way he reached back to spread his ass open wide--showing off how the rim of his hole already strained and stretched wide around the wolf's girth--was all the answer that was needed.

He felt James roughly pull his cock out of him, leaving the bunny's passage gaping and empty. He felt the two cockheads press against his ring together, keeping it from working itself closed. He felt the grunting, horny males behind him shove their cocks into his ass together, and Forrest screamed around the malehood in his throat as he painted his stomach and the bench beneath him with another watery load of cum.

"Ohh yes... you weren't kidding about how tight he was, James."

"Hell yeah, Trey. Little bunny bitch is already squirting just from feeling us shove it in." A growl. Another ringing smack on a plump ass, though not Forrest's this time. "Let's breed this bitch."

Again and again, the two preds thrusted into him. The wolf's inflating knot pressed against Forrest's overstuffed ring, while the tiger's barbed cockhead scratched an itch deep within him that the bunny didn't even know he had. They set up an alternating pace as they pounded the bunny's ass, making sure he always had a throbbing, pulsing malehood buried deep within him. He felt so full, and it hurt so much--the firm, twitching spires of flesh buried within him stretched and strained his inner walls in ways they never had been before--but every stinging spark shot into his crotch to roil with the deep thrums of pleasure within him. Trey and James didn't let up, even when the rocking and moaning and humming of the smaller male made Chase push deep into the bunny's throat and yelp out his orgasm; the clenching and squeezing of the buck's inner walls around them as Forrest's belly was filled with virile hyena cum only spurred the two on to thrust faster. Harder. Deeper.

Forrest moaned and latched onto Bubs' cock again. Even as the bear rumbled and held the bunny's head in place to control the depth the smaller male could take him, Forrest's continued to rock himself between the walls of masculinity enclosing him. This was his place. This was where he belonged.

Finally, Trey and James slammed deep into Forrest together, yowling and howling out their orgasms. Their cocks ground together as Forrest clamped down around them, and they filled the bunny's back passage as one. Overfilled it; their mingling cum spewed out around their still-working shafts to soak their crotches. Finally sated for now, they pulled out together and examined their handiwork with satisfaction.

"Damn. We really went hard on him, didn't we...?" Trey's voice was faint with both pleasure and awe as one of his fingers tugged at the gaping rim of Forrest's destroyed pucker.

"Fuck yeah, just like the slut deserves." James' grin was wide and nearly-feral as he watched his seed mingle with Trey's as it leaked out of the bunny's hole.

"Me next!" Chase pushed forward, erection already throbbing at attention once more as he grabbed hold of Forrest's ass and spread it wide open. "God damn. Talk about sloppy seconds... little guy's hole looks fuckin' nasty!"

"Just the way you like it, yeah?" James' voice was hoarse, but an undercurrent of still-smoldering lust rumbled in the wolf's throat.

"You fuckin' know it." Forrest felt the hyena push his snout under his hiked-up tail, dragging his nose--and even his tongue--over the sloppy mess the tiger and wolf had made of the bunny. Pressing his muzzle against--practically into--the rabbit's gaping hole as he took deep, slow sniffs. And then Forrest felt Chase's presence loom over him, and the larger male's own smut-coated lips press against his cheek to let the scent of ass and cum and musk mingle with the already-reeking aroma of Bubs' crotch. "I fuckin' love the stink of a well-fucked ass." With that declaration, Chase pressed the tip of his cock to Forrest's opened hole and slammed himself into the smaller male to the hilt.

Full. So full. Forrest could only whimper as, once more, the pounding from behind pushed him further and further down the shaft in his mouth. His throat was already sore from taking Chase's entire length, raunchy sheath and all, but now it was stretching as much--further, perhaps--than his back passage had around the combined girth of Trey and James. His tongue was pressed against the floor of his maw, and could only squirm fruitlessly against the assault of thick, musky flesh pushing into his throat; the bunny could only relax, close his eyes and fill his nose with Bubs' scent, and take it.

"Damn, look at him. Takin' it like a champ." Every word, every thrust from the hyena, was accompanied by a rough pat on the rabbit's spread asscheeks. Chase began to smack out a steady rhythm on the plump, supple flesh; a drumbeat to accompany the pace he was setting as he rutted the bunny's hole. He wasn't nearly as thick as the wolf and tiger had been together, but Forrest's inner walls still squeezed and clamped and milked his throbbing shaft in a way that made the hyena grind his own fat balls on the bunny's taint in bliss. "Fuck... shit..." He huffed and groaned and panted. "Heh, you're big enough that we could probably meet in the middle if you hilt in him, Bubsy. Sounds hot, yeah?" He was speaking to the bear, but Forrest could feel Chase's burning, lustful gaze of the nape of his neck; feel the stroking and petting the larger male was giving his ears and the crown of his head. "Filling this little cutie from both ends, huh? Grindin' our dicks together in his guts. Cummin' all over each other inside him..."

Bubs apparently liked the idea just as much as Forrest did; his cock twitched and jerked and spat a thick glob of precum straight into the bunny's gullet, quickly followed by his cocktip pushing ever deeper into the smaller male's throat. Forrest pushed back against the thrusting, rocking himself in between the two preds; pressed himself forward--his gaze locked onto the sweaty tufts of pubic fur at the base of the bear's sheath as he worked to swallow down Bubs' entire length--and then pushed backward--he could feel the hyena's crotch pressing and grinding against his opening, but still the rabbit wanted more. He needed it.

He got it.

With another crooning moan, Chase's drumming turned into clutching the bunny's ass in a tight, crushing grip that almost rivaled James'. He slammed himself home one more time, and Forrest could feel the explosion in his guts; the hyena's cock erupting and pumping shot after shot of seed to mingle with the deluge already in the buck's depths. That last push was all the rabbit needed; he surged forward, pushing his nose into the rank folds of Bubs' sheath and taking the entire length of that massive ursine cock into his gullet. Bubs roared, gripping Forrest's nape and holding the smaller male in place as he finally began to empty his equally massive balls into the bunny's stomach. Again and again, shot after shot spurted into him until Forrest felt bloated with it. His mind swam. His vision blurred. For the third time, the bunny nearly passed out as he was filled to capacity and beyond.

He was brought back to himself as he heard a low, sated groan, and felt Bubs' cock sliding out of his gullet. More and more unhilting from deep within him; had he really taken it that deep? Finally, as he let out a choking sputter, the bunny felt the bear's cockhead pop out of the opening of his throat and the spit-and-semen coated length smack heavily against the side of his face. The bunny panted. Groaned. Felt the soreness in his throat and ass and overfilled gut; the soreness of a good, hard, satisfying fuck. "Can we-" He coughed and let out a cum-flavored burp. "Can we go aga-?"

"What in tarnation're you faggots doin'!?"

Forrest froze. That voice rung in his ears, and for a moment he was a young rabbit again; the bunny cowering in the looming shadow of the preds that stood tall above him, so much stronger and rougher than he was. He shuddered and shivered, and it almost felt like his tiny length was drawing up into himself from the sudden bolt of fear down his spine.

However, instead of scattering or trying to make excuses, the other males looked over to the newcomer while staying at ease; open and shameless about both their nudity and post-orgasmic demeanor. "Heya, Gid." Chase let out a quiet cackle. "Finally come to join the fun?"

"Woulda came sooner if you assholes'd told me all'y'all was ruttin' a slut." That voice again, caustic and somehow familiar. And the hyena had called the newcomer 'Gid'. It couldn't be, could it?

"Mmm, sorry Gid." Bubs moaned as he continued dragging his spent cock along the bunny's face and neck, blocking Forrest's view of whoever it was that had come in.

"'Sorry' don't get mah rocks off, fag." A contemptuous snort that put Trey to shame, and then the sound of paws padding on the tile floor as the newcomer approached. And, faint at first but slowly growing stronger, the smell; rank and cloying and virile and purely, utterly masculine. It made even Chase's raunchy, potent musk smell seem weak by comparison, and seemed to affect the larger preds in the same way that their sweaty aromas had affected him; their faces flushed and their ears pulled flat as they moaned, and even James seemed to have trouble keeping his tail from hiking up. "Well? Set 'im down n' lemme get a good look at 'im."

"Yes sir..." Bubs lifted Forrest up and turned the bunny upright to set him on his hindpaws, putting the buck face-to gut with the newcomer. That large paunch and build the fox had. That parted hair, and that scowl on the male's face. There was no mistaking it; he was larger and older--it looked like puberty had hit him like a fucking truck--but that was definitely Gideon Grey.

The fox looked Forrest up and down. His brow furrowed as he leaned in, sniffing at the bunny and looking into the smaller male's face. Suddenly the light of recognition shone in Gideon's eyes, and the fox threw back his head to let out a loud guffaw. "Well tan mah hide n' sell it fer a nickel, if it ain't L'il Bunny Foofoo!" Forrest flinched at the nickname; it brought back all the memories from his childhood of being terrorized by the fox. The headlocks and name-calling. The roughhousing. Feeling Gideon on top of him and smelling the sweat of the older boy's body; the first time he realized that he enjoyed the scent of his fellow male. Gideon turned that old, familiar smirk onto the rabbit, and Forrest shrank down into himself. "The hell y'all doin' in a place like this?"

Forrest trembled. Took a deep breath. Drew himself up. He was older now; he didn't have to take any of Gideon's shit anymore. "I'm here to work out."

Another guffaw, and a clap on the shoulder that nearly sent the bunny reeling. "Well, looks like mah boys gave y'all a damn fine 'workout', huh Foofoo?" Again he looked Forrest up and down, taking in the buck's nude, cum-drenched form. "Always took ya fer a faggot, but never knew you were a fuckin' slut."

"I-I..." Forrest gulped, staring Gideon in the eyes. He wouldn't back down. He wouldn't run away. He wouldn't show old Gideon Grey that he was still the scared, weak little bunny rabbit he used to be. "I can... hold my own."

"Yeah? Well let me tell ya somethin' Foofoo. Y'see these guy?" He hooked a thumb at Chase and his gang, who had pulled back at Gideon's approach. "They may look big n' tough, but one whiff a' my dick gets 'em bendin' over and beggin' for a good, hard ruttin' just like any other faggot." Chase shrugged, grinning shamelessly, while Bubs blushed and shifted from foot to foot. James scowled and Trey lashed his tail as he tried to keep a blank expression, but the flush on their faces and the way their ears tucked tight against their skulls said all that needed to be said.

Again, the rabbit gulped. Moaned. Panted as his tiny spike throbbed at the thought.

"Wanna give it a sniff n' see what it does to a slut like you?" Gideon's grin only grew wider as he reached down to give his bulge a squeeze. His big, fat, heavy bulge; the fox's shorts were stretched tight over the package held within; a package that looked like it belonged more on an elephant than a smaller pred like Gideon, and which the fox seemed more than eager to show off. He hefted it, shook it, lifted it up and then dropped it to let Forrest see the way it bounced.

What was a bunny like Forrest to do? He felt Gideon's hand on his shoulder again, pushing him downward, and dropped down to his knees to gaze up at that massive bulge. His paws went to the fox's hips, and then paused as he froze in indecision.

"Go on, bitchboy. Y'know ya wannit." And he did. Even if this was Gideon, the asshole bully who'd grown into a bigger, tougher, sexier asshole. Even if he'd already cum twice--three times? Four? Fuck, he'd lost count--getting pounded in turn by Chase and his friends. Even if he was already covered in sweat and musk and cum like the slutty little bunny he was. That thick, pendulous bulge sitting between the fox's thighs like an obscene fruit called to him; the rank scent soaking the thin fabric curled into his nose, ripe and heady and faintly familiar. Was that the smell he'd noticed before between Bubs' legs? Was that the smell of Gideon's rancid cock and seed that had stained the larger male's body as thoroughly as his own had stained Forrest's? "Whip mah dick out so's I can show ya what a real fuckin' malehood looks like."

With one last gulp and whimpering moan, Forrest grasped the waistband of Gideon's shorts and the jockstrap underneath and pulled both down to the fox's knees. He was immediately smacked in the face with a wall of raunch--heady and practically fetid in its toe-curling, nostril-burning, lung-filling potency--as well as a thick, heavy, meaty shaft that nearly knocked him on his ass. His eyes widened as he stared in reverent awe; elephants would blush in shame and envy at the sight of Gideon's genitals. His balls sat in a plump sack that easily dwarfed Bubs', hanging heavily between the fox's legs and swinging at the slightest movement. Above those full, virile testicles sat Gideon's thick sheath; thicker than Forrest's forearm. And rising up like a tower of sweaty, smut-and-pre-coated flesh was Gideon's gargantuan, massive, monolithic cock.

The sight alone was enough to make the bunny tremble--if he tried to take that monster to the knot, it probably really would come out the other end--but the smell was what really made Forrest's mind swim and sink into a haze of lust. The fox's musk wasn't pungent, or ripe, or even rancid; such words didn't do the thick aroma any justice. It was completely indescribable, all words paling under the reality of it. It was maleness. It was virility. It made Forrest cum harder than he ever had before in his life with a single whiff; and the second lungful primed his sore, oversensitive cocklet for another round before the last dribble dropped from his tip.

So lost was he, drowning in that scent as it flooded his mind, that Forrest didn't even realize he'd orgasmed until Gideon lifted one hindpaw into the bunny's face to show off the pathetic splatter he'd splashed over the fox's toes. "Y'see, Foofoo? Knew a dirty l'il slut like you'd love it." He didn't need to be told what to do as the pred moved the wriggling digits closer; Forrest lifted his nose up to let the fox grind his semen-soiled pawpads on his face. Even here the fox stank of masculinity, and Forrest moaned in gratitude and breathed in the scent of the hindpaw as his tongue lapped up his mess and then caressed over and between Gideon's toes.

"Now this brings me back." Gideon chuckled, grinning down at the panting, whimpering rabbit. "Always loved seein' l'il faggots like y'all beggin' fer mercy unner a real man. 'N I betcha loved it even back then, huh?" He yanked his hindpaw away from Forrest's face, and then grabbed hold of the rabbit's ears to force the smaller male to look him in the eyes. "Ol' Gid get'cha hard, bunny bitch?"

"Y-yes... sir." The word slipped out from between his lips thoughtlessly, but it felt right; Forrest's daddy had always taught him to be respectful of his elders and betters. "I... used to jack off to you... all the time." The bunny's face burned as memories came flooding back. Dragging himself home after an encounter with Gideon, cock erect in his pants and mind swirling with his confused emotions. Rubbing himself practically raw to the thought of Gideon's larger body against his and the fox's smell filling his lungs. Cumming at the thought of Gideon forcing--allowing--him to smell more than just his raunchy armpits and sweaty hindpaws.

"That so?" Gideon guffawed, and it almost sounded good-natured as he dragged Forrest back to his feet. Then a paw reached around to squeeze Forrest's fat, jiggling ass and pull the rabbit's smaller body against the fox's own muscular, sweat-soaked form. "If I'da known that, I woulda dumped a load'r ten in ya years ago." Forrest moaned as Gideon's paw explored the wide expanse of his plump, slutty ass; over each cheek and down into the cum-drenched pit under his tail. The pred grunted when his pawpads brushed against Forrest's hole, and then he pulled his hand away to smear the mess that just touching the sloppy rim had coated it with across the bridge of the bunny's snout. "Fuckin' disgustin' bitch, leakin' all over the damn place. 'Least yer loose enough that'cha prolly won't scream too loud when I breed'ja."

"Please..." Gideon's scent. The sight of his body. The memories of his childhood bully mingling with the strong, powerful, dominating male he was clinging to now. It was all too much for Forrest; he was putting himself into a fucklust that rivaled the heat female rabbits always went into in the Spring. "Fuck me, Gideon. Please..."

"Ah-ah, patience is a virtue, bitchboy." Gideon smirked and gave the buck a patronizing pat between the ears. "First, let's get'cha nice n' 'comfy' fer ol' times' sake." His arm lifted up to bare the fox's fur-filled, sweaty, stinking armpit. "Ah trust ah don't need'ta hold'ja in there, hm?"

No, he didn't. Unlike the times in their childhood when the fox had laughed raucously while shoving the struggling bunny's face under his arm, Forrest eagerly moved forward to bury himself in Gideon's ripe armpit. The sweat-drenched fur rubbed over his cheeks and nose, staining them with the pred's scent more thoroughly than even Chase had managed; it sunk into his own fur and spread over his flesh, and would probably remain there no matter how much scrubbing the rabbit would use to clean himself. He breathed in, filling his lungs--filling his entire being--with Gideon's raunch, and began digging his tongue into the pit to taste it. His cocklet twitched and pulsed and dribbled on Gideon's thigh as Forrest worshiped the taller male, finally drawing the fox's notice.

"Gawddamn! Didn't even see this l'il thing!" Gideon reached down to pinch Forrest's teeny little weenie between his thumb and forefinger, and the bunny's breath hitched. "This what'cha jerked off ta me, bitchboy? What'dja use, tweezers?" He laughed, pressing his entire palm over the buck's crotch, and Forrest blushed with mingling shame and arousal. "Hah! Bet'cha Bubs or one'a them could fit this thing in their dicks n' not even blink. In fact, there's a thought." Gideon looked over to the group of his fellow preds. "Ey, Bubs! Next time y'all rut this l'il slut, let 'im try fuckin' yer dick!"

"Yes sir..."

"N' speakin' a' dicks..." Gideon's grin widened as he reached down to cup his fat ballsack and shake his package; his shaft bounced and smacked heavily against Forrest, sending a spray of precum across the bunny's hip. "Think y'all earned this one yet, bitchboy?"

"Mmf..." Forrest looked down at Gideon's crotch, and then buried his face more firmly in the fox's armpit. He took deeper sniffs of the taller male's musk and worked his tongue into the tuft of sweaty fur more ravenously. He wanted to earn the fox's cock; he needed it.

Gideon shoved Forrest away, and then burst out into laughter at the bunny's desperate whimpering. "On the floor where you belong, slut. Got one more place fer ya ta clean afore ya get to mah dick." The buck could do nothing but obey the order he was given, laying down on the hard tile floor. He gazed up at Gideon--first with confusion, and then dawning comprehension--as the fox straddled his chest and squatted down to push his own plump ass into Forrest's face. "Them faggots o'er there got me inta this." Gideon's voice was clipped and flat, daring the bunny to comment as his tail hiked up and he reached back to spread himself. "They love lickin' the sweat outta mah crack after a good, hard workout. Bet you'll love gettin' in there too, huh ya filthy bitch?" Gideon's opened asscrack and the tightly-puckered ring settled within slowly approached as the fox lowered himself down. "Come on, eat mah ass ya fuckin' slut!"

The bunny could only whimper as his head was engulfed in the raunchy, sweat-drenched cleft of Gideon's rear end. The fox's hole kissed the bunny's nose, twitching and winking against it, and the bunny breathed in; took a deep sniff of the ripe aroma and fell into the throes of yet another mind-numbing orgasm. The scent here was even stronger, if that was possible; earthy and masculine and purely Gideon, without a single hint of another male. The reek of a pure, dominant top. As the warmth of yet another afterglow settled into Forrest's overworked body, he let his tongue out to lick at it; he tasted Gideon's ass, dragging his tongue up under the fox's tail and then down into the toe-curlingly-tasty pit behind the pred's sweaty balls. Over his rancid taint, and then swirling around and lapping over the fox's hole; a growl of warning from above made the bunny pull back from trying to delve into the tight rim, and he contented himself with caressing the pulsing ring of flesh again and again.

As he ate Gideon out, Forrest could hear the panting and grunting of the fox sitting on his face. He felt the pred's heavy ballsack bouncing on his chin and the rocking of Gideon's hips atop him. Finally, with a strangled yell, Gideon forced himself down against Forrest's working tongue with almost-crushing force. Through it all, the bunny could feel something wet and thick coating his crotch, splattering his cock and balls in a sticky layer of heat. Gideon was cumming, and he was covering the rabbit's package with his seed; marking the bunny with it. Forrest knew he'd never get the smell out; his face would forever stink of Gideon's pits and ass, and his groin would forever hold the aroma of the pred's virility. And he was okay with that; he wanted everyone in Zootopia to smell the fox on him and know exactly what kind of filthy, dirty, disgusting breeding slut Forrest was.

He gasped and panted as Gideon's rump rose up off of him, finally freeing him from its confines. He shook and trembled, lying bonelessly on the floor. He could only groan in need when he felt Gideon grasp his ankles to lift and spread his legs--practically folding the smaller male's prone body in half--and saw the fox position himself at the bunny's own rear end. Gideon was panting and flushed, but not spent; the pred's length, even after cumming, still throbbed at attention and pulsed with the need to push into an eager, willing hole.

"Don' worry, bitchboy. Ol' Gid's still got more'n enough rut in 'im." Gideon grinned, grasped the base of his cock, and dragged the pulsing tip around the gaping, sloppy rim of the bunny's hole. "You wannit?"

"Uh-huh." Forrest nodded, whimpering and moaning and whining with need. "Please..."

"Please what, Foofoo?"

"Please, Gid. Please fuck me." Desperation began to leak into Forrest's voice as he squirmed under the fox's looming body. "Rut me. Breed me... make me your slutty cumdump bitchboy! I want it! I've been wanting it for years!"

"Alright, alright." Gideon's paw settled on Forrest's chest, letting the bunny feel the fox's weight and strength as he stared down at the smaller male. He popped the tip of his erection into the buck's abused ring, making Forrest hiss and clench down around the thick intruder; thicker than James, or Trey, or Chase, or even the three preds combined. "Scream fer me, slut!"

And Forrest did, screaming in mixed pain and rapturous pleasure as Gideon shoved as much of his massive shaft into the bunny as he could; just about three-quarters of the length before the rabbit's passage clenched in protest and halted the pred's momentum. The fox grunted in frustration, but seemed content to pull back and then slam forward again. Full. So fucking full. Fuller even than before; the fox's thick cock ground against Forrest's straining inner walls with every pass, and the muscles behind them quickly tired of trying to squeeze around the gargantuan malehood. Forrest could only lay back and take what the fox gave him, whimpering with every thrust into his ass.

Again and again. Slamming and smacking and stinging with pain as the bunny's passage was stretched to its limit and beyond. The length within him--claiming him--twitched and throbbed, and Forrest could feel every single movement as it plumbed his depths. Gideon was reaching spots that had never been touched before, sending sparks of heat into the rabbit's groin with every thrust. That spot within him that Forrest had only discovered since his arrival in Zootopia--his prostate--was being mercilessly milked by the steady, constant pressure that the fox's girth was putting on it. He couldn't take it; his mind was swimming, sinking, falling into an abyss of bliss.

The rocking of Gideon's hips only grew faster and faster until, with one last roar of effort, the fat lump at his cockbase broke past the desperately-clenching ring of Forrest's hole. A deluge of thick pred seed filled--overfilled--the bunny's bowels. Gideon had knotted him. The buck let out another strangled scream as the ecstasy of being stuffed so utterly and completely with cock rocked like an earthquake through him; then he felt himself beginning to black out as the pulsing mass within him began popping through his battered entrance. The fox's still-hard shaft was already thrusting once more for another round.

He didn't know how many loads Gideon shot into him, and even the fox lost count; all Forrest could tell was that every eruption made the ones Chase and his gang had put in him seem like the pathetic splatters he'd spurted onto Bubs and the hyena. Again and again the larger pred blew into the slutty bunny's hole, and Forrest's little spike of a cocklet became a constantly-leaking faucet of mingling pre and cum as time passed in a hot, lustful haze. He only came back to himself when he felt a hand patting--smacking--his cheek, and heard a rough voice calling him to 'wake the fuck up, bitchboy'. The rabbit groaned as his unfocused eyes finally blinked and cleared, and then he raised his gaze up to meet the fox's own.

"There ya go, Foofoo. Ya like havin' mah seed in ya, you dirty l'il bitchboy?"

Forrest looked down at himself, and his breath hitched in his throat. His stomach was bloated, taut and round and full. He shifted and immediately squealed as the pressure within him shot sweet, hot pain-pleasure into his sore, spent groin. Gideon's balls were pressed against the sweat-and-cum-soaked fur under his tail, and the fox's fully-inflated knot tugged against the broken ring of Forrest's hole; Gideon had shoved every single inch of his monolithic malehood into the bunny slut, plugging Forrest's entrance to keep his virile loads trapped in the buck's bowels. Forrest's paws stroked his sloshing gut with tender awe, and traced the length of the still-erect cock bulging through the flesh of his belly. "I love it..." His voice was distant and muzzy as he gave Gideon a drunken smile.

"Good, cuz y'ain't done jus' yet." Before Forrest could parse the meaning of those growled-out words, the pred yanked his knot free of the loose grip around it and drew his seed-soaked erection out of the bunny's depths with a groan of pleasure. Forrest screamed again as the pressure in his gut was finally released, and the abundance of cum that had filled him burst out in a thick, sticky flood to splash onto Gideon's crotch and coat the floor in a massive puddle. "Fuck. 'Ey fags! Clean up this mess!" The fox snapped his fingers as he pushed himself to his feet with a shaky groan, and Chase's gang immediately moved to obey; once Gideon had grabbed Forrest by the arm and dragged the boneless heap of rabbit towards the bench, all four other preds immediately dropped to their knees around the puddle of semen and began lapping it right up off the floor.

Meanwhile, Gideon sat on the bench like a king on his throne, splaying his legs and pushing Forrest's face into his crotch. "N' you... clean this mess up." Forrest didn't need to be told twice; he immediately opened his mouth to lap up the smut and seed coating the fox's twitching, throbbing length. Up and down the shaft from tip to base, even working his tongue into the pouch of the pred's plump sheath; and whimpering as the fetid, raunchy flavor caught in the male's fold's practically made his tongue shrivel up. He suckled on Gideon's fat balls, straining his jaws to take even one of the heavy orbs into his mouth, and sucked the sweat and cum right off of the leathery sack. He could feel the massive shaft of Gideon's erection smearing all over his face, marking him with its scent; against his cheeks and over his lips and extending past the crown of his head to the nape of his neck as it towered over him. Finally, with one last slutty whimper, Forrest latched onto the tip and began to bob down into it; he was thankful that Bubs had stretched his throat out earlier, or else he'd probably be choking and gagging on just the head as it popped into the opening of his throat.

And speaking of the bear, his voice sounded out from behind. "Uh, sir? We finished. C-can we...?" Forrest could hear the long-suffering sigh that Gideon let out, and strained to turn his head and glance over at the other preds while still keeping that godly cock in his mouth. Chase and his gang were watching the bunny and fox with open, lustful hunger, their own erections throbbing in their stroking grips.

"Fuckin' faggots ain't never happy, are y'all?" Gideon scowled at the other males, and then lifted his arms behind his head and flexed his plump, firm pecs. "Alright, ya damn sluts. Get over here'n blow yer loads."

The other males were eager to follow the fox's order. Bubs and--to Forrest's surprise--James perched on the bench on either side of Gideon, and shoved their faces into the fox's still-raunchy armpits with eager, needy moans. Trey moved up beside Forrest, grinding his pulsing malehood on the bunny's cheek; the tiger let out a rapturous whimper as his thrusting ground his much-smaller cock against the parts of Gideon's shaft that Forrest hadn't bobbed his way down to yet. And Chase--again, to Forrest's surprise--settled behind the slutty bunny, hunching over to grind his erection against the small of the rabbit's back. The hyena pressed his own cheek against Forrest's while shoving his nose into the rank tufts of Gideon's pubic fur; he took deep sniffs, spraying precum in a fountain up Forrest's spine, and then met the bunny's gaze to give him a lazy wink. "Gid's dick fuckin' reeks, doesn't it?"

"Mmhm." Forrest could only moan in agreement, pushing himself further down the fox's girthy shaft; he wanted to bury his nose in Gideon's pubes too, and do it while hilting that fat pred cock in his throat.

"And you love it, don'tcha?" The hyena's smirk widened, even as he continued grinding his snout into Gideon's crotch with a needy--a slutty--moan of his own. "You love huffing the stink of his balls and cock and tasting how fuckin' raunchy he is, don'tcha?"

"Mmhm."

Again, Chase's burning cheek pressed against Forrest's. "I do, too." The admission made them both groan out as their eyes met and a spark of understanding flared between the two of them. Then the two males--the two eager musk-sluts--worked to clean and enjoy Gideon's ripe, stinking package together. The hyena didn't sink his erection into Forrest's hole, even when the bunny pushed his hips back and reached down to spread himself wide open; but Chase did enjoy grinding his cock into the smutty cleft between Forrest's soft, plump, ample asscheeks and feeling Gideon's hot, virile seed smearing on his own crotch.

Sadly, Forrest just wasn't capable of deepthroating Gideon; his overworked throat just wouldn't slide all the way down to the base of the fox's cock, no matter how he bobbed and pushed himself while whimpering with need. He finally felt the pred grasp his head to hold him in his place as, with one last groan, Gideon's cock erupted to fill the bunny's already-bloated belly with another flood of thick, heavy, potent seed. And with that, Bubs, Trey, James, and Chase came all over the rabbit's body and face as well; Chase pulled back to let Forrest take the brunt of the other three preds' orgasms, and then grasped and jerked his cock to spurt his own final load all over the rabbit's pert, bouncy buttcheeks. The sound of panting and groaning and blissful sighing filled the locker room.

"Fuckin'... gawddamn." Gideon pressed his palm to the crown of Forrest's head while pushing the bunny off his cock. The larger male's length pulsed and bounced as it began to soften, the fox's lust finally sated. "That was great, Foofoo... almost swallowed the entire damn thing. Next time, we'll see if we can't get'cher twitchy nose in mah sheath while I breed'jer slutty mouth." The pred gave his prey a toothy grin, and Forrest felt a moan burble in his throat in anticipation of 'next time'. "But fer now, I gotta run."

"So soon?" Chase let out a groan of his own as he rose to his feet and pulled Forrest from between Gideon's splayed legs.

"Yup. Got another appointment with that shrink." Gideon rolled his eyes and snorted in contempt as he hopped up and searched around for his shorts. "Says we gotta find ways ta 'channel mah pent-up aggression'. If only that damn faggot elephant knew how much I wanna bend 'im over n' blow a nice big load of 'aggression' right up his fat ass." Gideon smirked, and then shot Trey and James a glare when he heard their snickering. The two silenced themselves, and the fox turned his gaze back onto Forrest. "We'll pick this up tomorrow, Foofoo. I'll see y'all here then." It wasn't a request, and it wasn't even an order; it was a statement of reality, one that Forrest had no choice but to obey.

The bunny nodded, eyes locked onto Gideon's package as the fox tucked it away in his shorts once more. Gideon grasped and squeezed the fat, heavy bulge it made, giving it a few last rubs, and then began to saunter towards the locker room door. "Uh..." Forrest called out. Swallowed. Stammered as Gideon raised an eyebrow at him. "S-shower...?"

Gideon burst out into loud, guffawing laughter. "The hell would ah shower fer, Foofoo?" The fox shook his head and continued chuckling as though it were the most ridiculous idea he'd ever heard; well, that explained his heady, raunchy smell. The fox turned away once more, waving lazily over his shoulder. "Rut all'y'all later, fags!" And with that the door slammed open, and Gideon swept out of the room and was gone.

"A shower would be pretty nice right about now." A pair of strong, muscle-bound arms picked Forrest up from his cum-soaked heap on the floor and settled the buck against a firm, strong, pillowy chest; Bubs' chest. The bear grinned down at the bunny as he cradled the smaller male. "Wanna stick with us, little cutie?"

"Yeah!" Chase grinned to Forrest again, and shot the rabbit a flirtatious wink. "We gotta stick together, 'specially if we're gonna do this again."

"I'd like that." Trey drew himself up, delicately wiping his own semen-smeared mouth with the back of his hand.

"Sure." James's face had settled into a nonplussed expression once more, the wolf brushing himself off as if he hadn't just participated in a sweaty, raunchy, gay orgy. However, Forrest could see the glimmer in the canine's gaze and the upward tick of his lips as he met the bunny's eyes. "We'll rut you like the filthy little cumdump you are any time you want, bunny bitch." The lustful heat that had filled James' growling voice had settled into an almost-tender warmth.

"Yeah..." Forrest let out a bone-deep, weary groan. He was tired. He was sweaty. He was smeared with cum and sweat and smut from every one of the males he'd grown acquainted with--reacquainted with, in Gideon's case--that day. And as he settled into Bubs' arms and let himself be carried into the showers, the bunny smiled; if that was the kind of workout he was able to look forward to, then he definitely needed to come to the gym more often.