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This story was written for Kemper as part of my themed Patreon request day for September. This month's theme was "Showtime!" and the story contains M/F sex between consenting adults, as well as copious amounts of masturbation. ^^

By Firelight

Kemper was really glad that he'd gone along with Cara to the beach party. It hadn't really sounded like his kind of thing, lots of people he knew and probably a bunch of drinking too with no real activity to bring people together unless they were either super sociable or already knew one another. But after having been there for a few hours, Kemper couldn't believe just how chilled out and relaxed everyone was. All it took was Cara introducing him to a few people...

"Hey guys, this is Kemper! He's cool."

...and either through simple kindness or trust in the mouse's words, the entire party welcomed him like an old friend rather than a new acquaintance. When the mouse and the sabretoothed cat showed up, it was about seven in the evening and the party had already been going on for a couple of hours. There were still some other people around them on the beach, couples taking a stroll together and a few dog walkers, but by the time night truly fell and the party began to kick into gear, the two dozen or so party-goers were the only people that Kemper saw beneath the moonlit sky, and reflected in the flickering light of the bonfire they all worked to build from driftwood over the course of the earlier portion of the evening.

They laughed, they talked, people drank yes but only slowly and occasionally, no-one appearing anything beyond tipsy in a way that could easily have been explained by a simply enthusiastic attitude. Kemper blushed and beamed as several times throughout the night Cara sidled up to him and held his hand, joining in whatever conversation he was a part of for a while until her sharp ears heard something else she wanted to talk about and she darted away again after pecking him affectionately on the cheek. It was only later in the evening though that Kemper was given a real reason to blush, as he strolled towards the sand dunes to take a leak on the advice of a couple of the other beach-goers, only to hear sounds ringing out across the sand from somewhere close by. He blinked and peered into the gloom, far enough away from the fire now that his eyesight was beginning to rely more upon the moon and stars again, and his eyes widened as he saw two figures moving, writhing and rocking upon the sand in obvious and public sexual congress.

When Kemper got back from relieving his bladder of the two beers he'd drunk thus far he sought out Cara, and bashfully whispered to her what he'd seen. She just giggled, and took Kemper by the hand before leading him around to the other side of the still blazing bonfire. The mouse pointed out to the ocean, and there in the shallows Kemper's eyes widened as he saw a figure silhouetted by the moon against the ocean's clear, flat waters. A figure on their knees in front of another form that seemed more feminine in its shape, head pressed between their legs as though in the midst of eating them out. Before Kemper could question what he was seeing, they were moving again, and soon Cara was nodding to a trio of figures sitting much closer to the fire on a large log of unburned driftwood. A trio who were making no efforts whatsoever to conceal the fact that they all had their trousers or skirts around their ankles, and one another's hands between one of the other's legs. People walked past them, and indeed before long Cara led Kemper himself directly in front of the mutually masturbating trio. His eyes widened as he met the slightly glassy gaze of the woman sitting at the centre of the trio, her left hand in the pussy of the figure to her left and her right hand on the other member of the trio's cock, while one of each of their hands explored and stimulated her in return. She smiled at him, and moaned audibly. Kemper could only blush and grin before they were out of sight as Cara led him on, giggling when she turned and saw the look on his face.

Needless to say, no-one seemed to care as another hour passed by and more and more people present at the party began to grow increasingly unabashed in their actions. At one point Cara dashed up to Kemper without a stitch of clothing on, asking him if he'd seen a particular deer at any point in the last few minutes. He shook his head and she shrugged, kissing him before darting away again, but another fifteen or twenty minutes later as Kemper strolled by the fire in conversation with a topless kangaroo lady and an entirely nude husky carrying both their clothes in a bundle in his arms, he spotted the deer's antlers across the fire and excused himself, planning on going and telling the man in question that Cara was looking for him.

Of course, when he rounded the fire Kemper saw that Cara had already found the stag. She was in his arms, kissing him deeply as his strong arms lifted her much smaller, plump grey furred body with ease against his chest, bouncing her, holding her upon his exposed and glistening cock while she writhed and squeaked in obvious ecstasy.

"Hey, Kemper?"

He must have been watching for some thirty seconds, not jealous, not angry, just transfixed as he watched the mouse being driven wild by the deer's comparably huge cock slipping so rapidly in and out of her, when a voice spoke up from beside him followed by a gentle hand on his arm. Turning his head, Kemper smiled bashfully and instinctively crossed his hands over his tented beach shorts as he realised just how hard he'd gotten while watching the mouse and deer go at it. If the kangaroo noticed his erection or his attempt to cover it up though, she didn't comment on it. She just looked at Cara and the deer, then back at Kemper, and smiled gently.

"You okay? Seeing that, I mean."

Kemper grinned.

"Oh. Oh, yeah. I mean... me and Cara, we're not. I mean we do, but we're not like a couple or anything. We're just friends that... well, I dunno, it's complicated."

The sabretoothed cat thought about that for a few moments, then frowned and shook his head.

"Actually, sorry. No it's not."

He looked around, not only able to see Cara and the deer fucking from where he was standing but two or three other couples standing or kneeling or lying upon the sand near the fire engaged in some form of intimately amorous activities, not to mention a couple of other folk standing by the fire itself watching and masturbating on their own. He didn't need to be cagey or guarded with his explanations, not here, and not in front of this woman who he only now noticed had since discarded her lower garments, standing before him every bit as naked as most of the other people on the beach by that point in the night.

"We're friends and we have sex. Good friends, and great sex, but we're not exclusive. She doesn't owe me an explanation or any of her time this evening, just like I know I wouldn't owe her anything if I was the one with someone and she was the one seeing me do it."

The kangaroo beamed, and Kemper's cheeks flushed deeper still as she reached out and took one of his hands, plucking it away from where he was guarding his tented crotch with a look that undeniably lingered there for a moment or two as she did so.

"I'm glad. Glad that you're so open minded, and that you seem to be open to being with someone else tonight."

The cat's eyes widened, and the kangaroo giggled softly.

"I liked chatting with you earlier, Kemper. You seem sweet, and you're cute as hell, and I really want you to enjoy your first beach party with us."

Kemper swallowed, feeling as though he knew what was coming and yet not wishing to presume.

"I... I already am enjoying myself."

The 'roo smiled, stepped forward, and kissed Kemper gently on the cheek. As she did so her free hand drifted down his bare chest, down the front of his shorts and over them, cupping the straining tent of his twitching member.

"Maybe so. But... you could be enjoying yourself more, couldn't you?"

Kemper groaned and nodded. Moments later he was moving, moving away from the still squealing mouse and the deer she was riding, and back towards the flickering flames of the bonfire. Laid out on the other side of the fire, far enough from it to avoid any stray embers but still more than close enough to feel its heat, there was a large picnic-type blanket.

Surprisingly there was no-one already upon it, but Kemper blushed as he saw that almost half the party's attendees were gathered nearby, either masturbating or engaged with at least one other person in a vague semicircle around the blanket itself. They murmured and moaned as they saw the kangaroo approaching with Kemper in hand, and as the murmurs and whispers spread a few more figures seemed to join the circle from wherever they had been chilling out nearby.

"C'mon guys, back up a bit... we look like we're about to ritually sacrifice him hovering around like this."

Any nervousness Kemper might have felt up until that moment evaporated as the kangaroo waved the crowd away, and though they didn't disperse by any means they did back off a little and break up the wall of eyes and naked bodies at least a little bit. The feline male's cheeks burned hotter than the fire close by as he saw a pair of antlers illuminated by the firelight, and noticed that now standing behind the majority of the crowd the powerful stag was still holding Cara in his arms, though he had now turned her around so her back was to his chest, and she too was able to be held up and watch Kemper while he fucked her.

Their eyes met, the sabretooth and the mouse who had brought him here, and she winked. She winked not just reassuringly or playfully, but in a way that suddenly reframed the entire night for Kemper. She had known. From the very moment they got here, she had known exactly what kind of party this was, and more than that, she had probably known that Kemper was going to end up exactly where he was right now.

"Ahh!"

He gasped, so caught up in staring at Cara that he hadn't noticed the kangaroo dropping to her knees before him, unbuckling his shorts and promptly dragging them down around his ankles before he had any chance to react.

"Oh god, oohh..."

He began to cry out the kangaroo's name as he felt her muzzle wrap itself around his cock, but to the cat's embarrassment he suddenly realised that he didn't know it yet. Come to think of it he wasn't entirely sure how she knew his name, since he didn't recall mentioning it during the time they'd chatted. It hadn't been the kind of conversation where names had been necessary, nor indeed had any of this party seemed like the type of party where formal introductions were required before starting to enjoy someone's company even in a purely platonic, friendly sense.

That issue didn't remain one for very long of course, because after maybe just five or ten seconds of suckling on the feline male until she was certain that she had every last drop of his undivided attention, the kangaroo drew back, reached up with both hands and rather than having Kemper help her to her feet began to pull him down to his knees in front of her. She released his paws from hers only when they were level, and promptly laced her arms gently around his neck, pulling him in close for a kiss. Their lips met, lingered, and lingered a little more. He moaned. She moaned back, and just as their tongues had begun to get involved in things more confidently the kangaroo leaned away slightly, parting their muzzles just enough for her to whisper a single word before Kemper's lips sought hers out once again.

"Martina."

He blushed, and kissed her more intensely still as he finally did learn her name. Their lips parted soon after, and sure enough he moaned it with a breathy mewl as before he could even catch his breath she was pushing him over onto his back and moving to straddle his midsection.

"Martina... oh god..."

She grinned, running her hands along his chest as her nether regions came to rest around his cock, pinning it flat against the rest of his body without actively taking it inside of her quite yet. Her body rocked forward, caressing the length of his shaft with her plump, warm, wet outer lips, then back again. Kemper's eyes rolled back, and as he moaned loudly he swore he heard several other voices doing the same in near perfect unison. The kangaroo was clearly just as eager to move things on as he was though, he could feel that not only in how she shuddered and squirmed above him but in how drastically more wet his cock became with her juices as his shaft stimulated her swollen clit with every twitch up against her it made. He wasn't surprised therefore when she leaned down over him, bringing them face to face as her hands entwined their fingers through his own.

"I hope you've enjoyed this party. Enjoyed it enough that it won't be the last one you visit, I mean."

Kemper could have laughed in that moment. Surrounded by gorgeous naked bodies, with a beautiful woman's pussy dripping and grinding against his bare cock. Never mind coming back to one of these parties, he never wanted to leave this one. Instead he just groaned and nodded, blushing as Martina giggled and kissed him on the tip of his nose.

"I'm glad. We all are. Because... all the people here? We all think about sex the way you do. The way you described your relationship to Cara. We all love to share ourselves like that. Tenderness without obligation. Affection without unnecessary complexity. Every moment, every orgasm, every touch taken on its own merits. And... either later tonight, or at our next party in a couple of weeks? I'm sure that now you're more settled in, so many of them would love to get to know you like Cara already knows you. And like I will, very, very soon."

The cat's eyes widened, and his tail fluffed out as Martina lifted off of him for just long enough to let his cock spring upright. Her hand wrapped around its base in an instant, and held it there as she hurriedly, gleefully sank herself down upon it with a strained, lengthy moan of bliss.

"Aahhhhh..."

Martina cried out, and Kemper mewled alongside her as she began to ride him without hesitation or shame, throwing back her head as her breasts began to bounce and the cat hungrily sought them out, grasping and squeezing them with both hands. So easily, so naturally he began to push up against her downward strokes, quickening their pace, intensifying their pleasure while all around them the rest of the partygoers seemed to feed off their newly burgeoning passion. The feline male pulled his gaze away from the kangaroo's beautiful bouncing body as her powerful thighs carried her upon his cock with ease, and found himself with an abundance of other beautiful faces to regard instead. Faces twisted and contorted with pleasure, open mouthed and panting in frantic ecstasy, all bathed in flickering firelight and surrounded by pitch darkness of the night air beyond. He saw a powerful looking hyena with a far smaller otter clamped between her legs, the former greedily watching his cock slip in and out of Martina as the latter attacked her pussy with his tongue. He saw a pair of wolves fucking doggy style, the top's left hand wrapped around his lover's knot and milking him, painting the sand below them with streaks of pre-cum with every squeeze and every thrust. He saw a dozen figures of different shapes and sizes pleasuring themselves side by side, all watching himself and the kangaroo lost in their own increasingly wild pleasures. And stepping closer, scooting her way through the crowd and becoming more and more brightly lit in the firelight, Kemper saw Cara.

The mouse's face was flushed, and her legs were trembling with every step she took. Her inner thighs glistened in the fire's glow, soaked from crotch to knees with a mixture of what were surely her juices and the stag's cum, but even now she had a hand on her clit, rubbing it back and forth with one finger as she moved to get a better look at Kemper being fucked by Martina and showing off for the entire party in the process. Their eyes met, and Kemper grinned goofily as Cara winked at him once again. A moment later though the cat's eyes turned back towards the kangaroo astride him. She was the one he was fucking right now, the one he was with in that moment, and even though he was more than happy to share this experience with everyone else surrounding them and basking in the warmth of the fire, what he was doing had to be for Martina above all others if it was going to have any worth at all.

With a growl of passion, Kemper rolled their bodies over, the kangaroo shrieking in surprise and laughter as he did so. His hips began to work where before hers had been doing the majority of the job themselves, and she cried out in delight as he began to work their bodies faster than before, pressing himself into her harder and more urgently while the marsupial's strong legs wrapped themselves eagerly around his back.

"Like that! Oh god, right there, that's... _Kemper, yes _!"

It wasn't long before he felt Martina shudder violently beneath him, and as her back arched and her eyes bulged the kangaroo let loose a strangled, utterly frantic cry of ecstasy. No sooner had she let loose that frenzied utterance, Kemper's ears twitched as another voice rang out from somewhere nearby with an orgasmic yelp. Another followed, and another, and... his eyes widened as he felt a streak of something lash across his back accompanied by yet another howling exclamation of pleasure from yet another of the many sources surrounding him and Martina.

"Kemper, please!"

The kangaroo whimpered at him, her face still so very gorgeous as it was caught in the fire's flickering heat, but strained and ragged in that moment as she struggled to maintain the last of her composure before descending into outright madness.

"Cum with me. Cum with us. Oh god... ohh, please. Please, aaahhyes!"

He thrust deep into Martina once again and felt her walls clamp down around him more violently, more unrelentingly than ever. He felt his own cock straining, his balls aching as they slapped against the base of her thick, strong tail. She shrieked, and a wave of wet, white hot ecstasy engulfed his cock. He thrust again, and that shriek blossomed into an echoing scream that rang out around the entirety of the beach and seemed to make the fire flare and quiver with its sheer intensity. All around Kemper he heard more voices joining with Martina's own in triumphant, joyous, often uncontrollable bliss, and as he heard one last familiar voice squealing happily alongside Martina's orgasmic cries...

"Cum in her, Kemper! Do it! Yes, yes, ooohhhgodyesssss!"

...he couldn't bring himself to hold back for a moment longer. With the fire's heat flowing through him and the firelight illuminating every last expression of rapturous ecstasy crossing Martina's beautiful features as she writhed and thrashed beneath him, Kemper snarled and began to empty his balls into her as the cries of almost two dozen other people uproariously urged him on from all sides. He bucked, he grunted and he kept on driving his cock in and out of her to the very last moment as they shuddered and came hard together, and as the sabretoothed cat surrendered himself not just to Martina but to everyone else present at this incredible firelit orgy, he realised something even in the most fevered throes of his pleasure.

He wasn't the most confident cat in the world, he wasn't the most comfortable creature at parties or around other people he didn't know in general. But right now, surrounded by strangers or not, exposed or not, utterly laid bare before countless staring eyes beneath blazing firelight or not, Kemper hadn't felt so comfortable, so at home, and so completely as though he belonged around so many people in a very long time.

By Jeeves

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