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Another weekend, another lovely party. Diti the penguin was arriving as it was in full swing; music playing out of the bar windows, a few quiet chatters hanging around outside. A couple of them Diti recognised, and one of them, a purple fossa, seemed to notice him as well. They became quite animated, pointing the penguin out to anyone else nearby. A party favour? This was shaping up to be an awesome night.

Diti was a party favour. By day, he wrote code and took photographs and otherwise led a calm life. But at the weekends and some nights, if he could get the bookings, he was a living sex toy for hire, typically passed around at parties. The penguin was tall for his species, with flippers and feet and a beak, but small among furries who tended to be more human-like. The ideal height to get a beak full of dick, or to be lifted up onto a table for closer attention.

One of the party's hosts, a red panda with some grey whiskers, lifted Diti up and brought him through the crowded bar and up the stairs. Several open rooms were on this floor, the next floor had an upstairs bar and a bunch of private rooms, and the top floor was all private rooms. The red panda was asking how his trip was, if there was anything else he needed, but the penguin was fine. They could either get on the mic and announce Diti, or just place him with a knowledgeable group and let the word spread naturally. The latter seemed most agreeable, and so the penguin was left on a table in the corner with a quiet group of four raccoons who knew him quite well.

Diti's big thing was cum, which he affectionately referred to as cream. While he often said he wasn't gay, he'd put a lot of practice into taking as much cock into his beak as he could, and swallowing up all the cream he was given. Furries came in all shapes and sizes, so it could be quite a busy and filling evening. This group enjoyed playing games adapted to make use of a party favour, such as trying to explain things without pausing and while Diti's beak was stuffed with each of their dicks in turn. The "winner" was the one who held out the longest, but it wasn't really a game so much as an excuse to fill up the penguin and enjoy themselves. Once the group was spent, warm opossum paws tucked under Diti's flippers.

"You done?" asked the poss to the satisfied group. They were, and so off Diti went to another table, this time back downstairs.

Diti didn't always remember who he'd met. The red and grey opossum seemed familiar, but he didn't think he'd met the couple enjoying one another on the table. A chocolate pine marten was sprawled out happily as the soft grey fruit bat hung from the overhead light, tongue and muzzle wrapped around the long mustelid dick. Opossum got their attention and showed off the penguin, before the bat moved to one side and Diti found himself pushed onto the needy marten prod, upside-down, beak first. His throat made a muffled "glk" sound, ringing in his ears, before the poss rocked him up and down to slide the party favour's tongue back and forth. Meanwhile, the bat wedged their pointy snoot under the penguin and set about exploring every part of his cloaca.

Diti couldn't resist his own dick emerging against those enjoyable licks. It was too early to leave his own load somewhere, but the penguin had grown his experience of these parties and he could control his moods very well. Distracted by the tongue inside, he did his best to focus on the prize; a sweet treat from the sweet marten underneath him. Flippers kneaded and teased with care and attention, and he licked up little beads of marten pre.

Opossum clearly had met him, with a soft purr in his ear. "Seems kinda gay to me."

That caused a blush; it wasn't fair. Being teased with the idea and slightly resisting it was pretty hot. The poss raised his skirt to show his double-headed dick, before easing the wide shaft into the penguin. Snug, but Diti did practice for this reason. Mumbles and murmurs, dooks and kwees and glks and kraas, the bat enjoyed his view while curling up to tease and enjoy his own dick.

"Mmf," muffled Diti around the marten's dick. "Ooh. Bat. I want that next."

"Why not at the same time?" encouraged the bat. It meant lowering himself down, interrupting the others, and fidgeting until he and marten were both pumping into the penguin beak, alternating. Two in the beak, technically two under the tail. It wasn't a record, but it was fun, and when cream started to flow and dribble from both sides, it took a lot of work for Diti not to flood with cream of his own.

The encounter was starting to draw a crowd, though Diti wasn't really paying them any attention just then. As the party favour he was always on show, being helpful and giving himself to the scene, trying to give each of the furs what they needed and take enough enjoyment to stay energetic and aroused. Bat had his wings cuddled tightly around the marten, who was working up to a second load as the opossum kept up the rhythm. Diti chirped in with muffled, distracted kraaa sounds, as though the penguin was completely lost in the others. The mustelid gave up his second load with a loud whine, as onlookers chatted and fondled themselves, and people asked about the penguin and worked out if they were going to have a go.

Slowly, surely, the party atmosphere grew more sexually charged as midnight came and went and the party favour moved from table to table. People retired to rooms or left, alone or in pairs or groups. Diti was surely a little larger from tonight's cream diet, with cum-stained feathers and dribbles from everywhere: beak, cloaca, dick. The raccoons had grabbed him later, for a game of something new they'd been cooking up. Each of them would try answering questions to win the right to have their party favour sucking them off, but they'd need to keep answering questions for Diti to keep going, and the winner would be whoever spilled their cream first. It seemed fun, but in practice the penguin was moving between raccoons a lot, so it wasn't clear if anyone would finish. Eventually they decided it was someone's time to win, and as well as Diti the three others piled on the winner, until their target squealed and finally gave the penguin his creamy treat.

It was about time to start going between private rooms, although most of his work was done. In truth, the penguin was so wound up, he'd soon want to spend two or three loads and then enjoy a nap. The purple fossa from earlier was here, and spent, and he had fallen asleep on the soft chairs, leaving Diti to it. The party favour could wait and see if anyone picked him up, or he could take himself closer to the action; he was upstairs, which was more quiet as noise filtered up from downstairs.

There was a hyena nearby, and one Diti had seen a couple of times over the night. The yeen seemed a bit reserved for this kind of party, moving his eyes away whenever they might have met the penguin's, but this was the longest he'd been without any action, and so the hyena stuck out a bit more. Eventually, the furry came over and Diti could get a closer look; he was short, for a hyena, with shiny eyes and thick brown spotted fur and a compulsive blush.

"Um, hi, I wondered if you were free?"

"Looks like it. Am I yours for now, then?"

"A-ah, well, if you like."

Shyness. It was getting a bit late to spend too long minding a bashful boy, so the penguin decided to give him a big push. Maybe it'd scare him off, maybe not.

"No no. If *you* like. I'm the party favour, you're the party guest. It's all up to you. Take me if you want. I don't think Fossa here will mind."

Diti was lifted up in hyena paws, small but firm, and cuddled close.

"I'm- well, I guess, I hope you wouldn't think I'm creepy, I just couldn't get in quickly enough so everyone else just-"

"Shh," said Diti. "Just enjoy your penguin."

The hyena's name was Shy, although it wasn't clear if the name came after the personality or vice versa. He did need a bit of pushing, but the shy yeen seemed to have a few ideas, heading downstairs and sitting down at a free table. One thought was being secretly sucked off while around people, especially if they were trying to talk to him.

"Well, you here with anyone?"

"N-no."

"Okay. Anyone you could call who'd still be awake?"

"Y-yeah, my sister."

"Perfect. Call her up and act normal."

Shy turned pink, and Diti wondered if he'd gone too far in his eagerness, but the hyena did hide the penguin under the table, and made a call thereafter. So, the party favour obliged; pulling down trousers, invading his underwear, getting busy as the phone was answered, presumably by his sister. Gosh, the small hyena was more of a beakful than Diti had expected, filling up with a dick that quickly started to firm up. Shy did his best, with occasional yelps and squeaks that he didn't even try to explain away.

The call lasted a few minutes that felt like hours, and the hyena whined and shuddered and hid his bright face in his paws, still very plump and needy in Diti's beak.

"Ohh, that- that was- y-you were-"

"I was, wasn't I?" muffled the penguin, looking up. Sure he was the party favour, but this yeen was just bringing out Diti's pushy side, as the penguin's own dick was starting to peek out of his cloaca. "You're going to carry me upstairs right now, and I'm not letting you go until you empty your balls in me. Yeah?"

Ohh, but Shy did grow and twitch right there in his beak, face practically glowing. "W-wh, y-yeah, that's what I'm going to do, until you're full of cream, just-"

"Well, get to it. Kraaa," he called, flippers out, the penguin just ready to be picked up and carried away. So that's what the hyena did, heading upstairs with a spring in his step, not making eye contact lest he be caught blushing. The party favour had many talents, and this one seemed to be what Shy needed.

In the hyena's room, Diti wasted no time; he was so horny, and it showed in the very visible dick he allowed Shy to taste. The yeen seemed eager to please, following commands as quickly as the penguin could give them: lay on the bed, fondle himself, rest back and lick deep, as Diti sat on Shy's face and encouraged the larger muzzle to explore his cloaca and lick his dick. Hyena yipped, and breathed deep, and did what he was told.

"I've had such a busy night," purred the penguin. "So it's nice to be licked clean. Take your time, ohh, there's no rush..."

Shy squeaked his approval, and closed his eyes to tease and lick and squirm all around inside the party favour, getting a taste of the sort of night he'd had.

"Oh, and don't cum," added Diti, as the hyena's prod twitched in his paws. Shy whined, but of course he'd do his best to obey. "That's my treat and I want all of it. When you're done back there."

It would be up to the penguin when they were done, and Diti remained perched on the hyena's muzzle for longer than he really needed to. There was a gentle line between pushy and mean, and he was trying to keep very closely to it. When he did get up to his feet, Shy gasped and drew fresh air, tongue out and ears flopped on the bed, and Diti couldn't help himself; he straddled the yeen and stuffed his slippery dick in that unsuspecting muzzle. Glkk! Shy spluttered and struggled around the penguin's humps, but soon fell into a rhythm, purring and trickling claws down Diti's back.

"Mmf. You were asking for it with that look," said Diti, slipping back out of Shy's muzzle. "Not yet though. You first. My last creamy treat of the night. Plus. I'm not sure you're going to last much longer..."

The hyena was so stiff, his dick rubbing through the fur of his chest and leaving little damp spots. Words escaped him, just giving appreciative little whines as the party favour did his work, somehow getting all of that meat into his short penguin beak. Glkkk. Shy didn't even have to rock back and forth as Diti bobbed and brushed and squeezed the yeen cock against his tongue and throat. Yeen was so lustful and swept away in the moment that it just made the penguin even hornier, and more keen to get a beakful of his fresh cream. True enough, Diti didn't have to wait long, as Shy squealed and served up thick spouts; one, two, three, warm and desperate, pumping and spilling like it might be the last time he ever reached climax.

The penguin let Shy go, licking the yeen clean before sitting back. He was all but glowing, sitting up with astonishment and awe on his face, with a few minutes coming back to his senses as Diti fondled himself and licked his beak.

"Ohh, that was something else, y-you- I guess you have lots of practice, but you didn't even flinch with me in your throat..."

The party favour enjoyed the subby hyena's gushing, but he wasn't going to wait that long.

"Oh, shut up," he purred, grabbing Shy's head and shoving his muzzle right down on his stiff, waiting cock. Splutters, blushes, gllkkkkk...!

Was that too much? Maybe, but it had the right effect in that Shy simply melted into his role, losing himself again in pleasuring the pushy penguin, flustered and horny and quiet and eager. Diti had his way with the hyena's muzzle, against tongue and teeth, choosing to hump and push and fuck, dripping and chirping and edging closer to his own climax, kraaaa...!

He came, flooding Shy's mouth, expecting splutters and squirming but instead getting a very useful hyena drinking him all up. Relaxed, for what seemed like the first time this evening. Still flustered, as there didn't seem to be any way of wiping the pink blush off his cheeks.

Some quiet, as the pair of them came down from the lustful high.

"That wasn't too much, was it?" wondered Diti.

"Nah," cooed Shy. "Huff. You at any other parties this month?"

"Mmm," grinned the penguin. "We'll have to see..."

-fin