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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story you should be of legal age in your respective country.

As the day wound down after their annual scenic ride along the Tail of the Dragon, the mood somber after visiting the tree of shame to remember fallen friends, brothers and loved ones. As was tradition, the rough and tumble group of Heaven's Devils bikers filtered their way into the Devils Doorstep bar, their home away from home. Fellow club members raising glasses and bottles alike in greeting as the small six person crew made their way back to their usual table set off in the furthest corner of the bar.

Light had already began to fade outside the windows as alcohol flowed and stories were shared among the crew and their fellow bikers, remembering the good and bad times alike. Plenty of laughter was had and soon the six felt their spirits being buoyed again. Leon Kain, the broad shouldered lion with grey starting to touch his mane and chin wandered over to the bar, leaning against it as he struck up a conversation with their longtime friend and bartender Josephine. Despite looking like a stereotypical hyena, Josephine, or Joe to her friends, was a rather heavy set and serious sort. Not to say she didn't have a sense of humor, one definitely needed it when dealing with the rowdy folk that frequented her bar.

"Hey good looking, what's new?" Leon asked with a familiar smile as Joe began pouring their next round of drinks already without having to be asked as she always had.

"Is it just me, or does your wife's ass look better today in those leathers than it did last time?" Joe commented with a grin and wink at the lion.

"Yeah, I don't know how she does it, damn thing could bring a tear to a grown man's eye" Leon replied with a low appreciative rumble as he watched his wife bending over the table to snatch something out of someone's hand.

"A grown woman's too" Joe corrected him as she handed the tray of drinks over to the lion, Leon in turn just smiled back with a knowing look before collecting the tray and heading back to their table.

As the hours passed and more bar patrons made their way home, soon it was only the crew and Joe left behind. With no rush to head home like the others and conversation starting to wane, Mortimer the smallest of the group suggested a friendly game of poker. After a few moments of murmuring, the game began almost reluctantly, the group well aware of the ferret's gambling habits. The game started at first with no money down, just for shots of tequila, but as more and more shots were consumed, the group's bravery was bolstered, soon leading to money becoming involved.

"This shit is getting too expensive for my tastes" Leon gruffly rumbled after a couple hands and having lost a couple hundred dollars. Again he made his way over to the bar, deciding to keep Joe company while his goon squad entertained themselves, confident his wife and second in command would keep them under control.

"Yer on quite a winning streak there, boss lady..." Mortimer the small dark furred ferret with a white eye mask reminiscent of a raccoon piped up.

"She's as lucky as she is pretty" The large dark green crocodile to her left, Theobold Guzman, chimed in with his same usual dopey friendly smile. The massive crocodile a walking contradiction with arms as thick as tree trunks, broad chested and a muscled belly looked as mean as a bag of rattlesnakes, but he was anything but.

"Aww, ain't you sweet Guz" Martine Kain said with a smile before reaching up to pat the croc on the cheek and making the big lug blush. "What's wrong Morty, is my winning cutting into your porn fund?" the young beautiful and buxomly Doberman bitch clad in all leather asked with a grin as she rested her chin atop her hand holding her cards, elbow on the table staring straight at the ferret. Her grin growing as she caught his gaze briefly flitting down to her cleavage she'd subtly put on display to try use as a distraction and give her an edge during the game and had been working very well so far as the pile of money beside her indicated.

"Don't call me that..." Mortimer whined, ever since that damned show came out everyone had taken to calling him Morty, how he longed for the days where they even just called him Zorro because of his peculiar white markings about his eye looking like a mask. "You know I'm not skint for cash, the restoration business is booming thanks to Heckflix and all those shows they have. Even got my hands on a '97 Triumph T595 Daytona not so long ago I just finished. She's mint, even did her up in Strontium Yellow Pearl. She's a thing of beauty!"

"You're shitting me..." Marty's ears perked as the ferret chimed on about the bike, the one she'd dreamed of owning ever since she was a kid and her father had owned before becoming part of the Tree of Shame himself a few years earlier.

"Nah, for reals. Check it!" Morty said while grinning his smug little grin, whipping out his mobile and swiping through a few photos of the bike before and after the restoration. The little shit was being serious, he did good work it seemed and the bike looked brand new compared to the rusted out heap he'd bought it as.

"Damn Morty, if you were half as good with women as you are with bikes, you'd have a dozen kids by now" Zeek commented with a mocking grin, causing Morty to scowl at the mustang.

"Go choke on some hay you walking pot of glue" Morty shot back, causing a round of laughter to burst from the table loud enough for Leon and Joe to look their way and shake their heads in unison.

"How much you want for her?" Marty suddenly asked with a heavy note of seriousness to her voice, leaning in close and staring intently at Morty that brought the ferret up short.

"She's not for sale, a bike like that doesn't come around very often y'know..." Morty replied with a growing smirk, knowing he finally had something Marty wanted from him. His words were met with an intense stare from the Doberman bitch across the table, it was almost intimidating, but also exciting. Morty felt there was finally an opportunity for him to get something he'd wanted for a long time, since before he ever joined this group of misfits.

"I'll play you for it, name your price" Marty persisted, still staring intently at the ferret.

"My price? I'm not sure you could give me what I'd want" Morty replied with growing confidence as he looked down at his hand. Resisting the urge to grin and instead reaching up to scratch behind his left ear.

"Anything..." Came Marty's reply as she saw the ferret scratch behind his left ear, her lips curling into a sly smile as she recognized his tell. Looking briefly at her cards, she had four of a kind, along with a seemingly great chance of beating whatever hand Morty was currently holding.

All throughout the tense conversation the groups eyes collectively shifted back and forth between Martine and Morty, even Ash the usually silent pit viper that never showed interest in anything. An air of unease starting to settle in as the two negotiators sat staring at each other for a long tense moment.

"Fine, if I lose the bike is yours." Morty was the first to break and speak up. "But if you lose, I keep the bike...and you're mine for tonight to do with as I please. You'll listen and obey every command I give with no repercussions" Morty said after a long moment, his mouth suddenly dry as he put his demands out for everyone to hear.

"Damn bro, going after the boss's wife? Guess you do got some balls after all!" Zeek stated with surprise, staring at Morty whom began to wilt under the piercing gaze of the Doberman bitch whom did not seem amused.

Even Leon and Joe had stopped talking and were staring straight at the ferret after hearing his terms, oddly the lion had a more bemused look on his face instead of anger. Marty briefly looked over to him as if asking his permission, an almost imperceptible nod was his response.

"Fine" Marty finally looked back at the ferret and growled out her answer. She'd find some other way to make him pay for his insolence later, but for now she had her dream bike to win.

"Everyone heard that, right? If I win, she's mine for tonight, no repercussions?" Morty asked while looking around the table at a mixture of shocked, surprised and even envious looks. One by one they each nodded in agreement that the deal was made before he finally looked back at Marty. "So boss lady, watcha holdin?"

"Four of a kind, read 'em and weep...Morty!" Marty answered smugly, emphasizing his much hated nickname as she fanned her cards out on the table before sitting back and folding her arms under her full bust, further accentuating her cleavage as if to rub her win in his face.

"Damn, nice hand..." Morty began, scratching behind his left ear again but suddenly stopping as he let his grin show. He almost laughed as he saw the look of confusion on the Dobermans face turn to fear as he laid out his own cards for all to see. "Straight flush baby!"

The room sat in stunned silence, time seeming to halt as Marty stared at the ferret's cards laid out before her. He'd won, somehow, despite all the signs to the contrary. Her gaze lifted from those damn cards to the grinning ferret's face, then over to her husband leaning against the bar watching with raised brows. Her look almost pleading for him to step in and stop this madness, but his response just made her heart drop into her boots.

"Your mouth shouldn't make bets your ass can't back up, sweetheart" Leon said sternly with a shrug of his shoulders before taking a slow drink from his bottle.

Oh she would have words with that dickhead later, Marty angrily thought to herself. Growling low as she turned to look back at Morty, pretty sure the little perv was going to ask for a blowjob, or worse...fuck her tits because she kept parading them around him in her low cut tops. But it was so much worse she would find out as her blood felt like it turned to ice in her veins at his next words.

"Been wanting this a long time, boss lady. Pretty sure I'm not the only one, so...everyone in this bar right now that hasn't had a taste of that sweet ass is going to have a go" Morty said loud enough for everyone to hear. At first no one said a thing and everyone at the table wore looks of stunned shock, staring incredulously at the ferret before turning to look the buxom Doberman over with a fresh perspective, gradually their gazes all turned from slack jawed surprise to grins and smirks of thinly veiled lust and desire.

"Well heck, looks like you're going to get a crack at her too then finally, Joe" Leon casually commented after another sip of his beer, watching his crew at the table, much to the surprised looking hyena behind the bar.

"Me? But I wasn't even playing!" Joe tried to rationalize with the lion suddenly offering up his wife.

"You heard Morty, everyone in this bar...you're in the bar too, aren't you?" Leon stated simply and logically, an argument Joe couldn't deny. She had lusted after the shapely Doberman ever since the first time she swaggered into the bar in her form fitting denims and low cut halter top on the arm of the damned lucky lion.

Marty's heart sank even deeper as she heard Leon's words, realizing he was not going to step in and get her out of her predicament. Looking around the table she was met with unmasked interest and eager stares, she'd known a few of the gang had the hots for her but would never act on it or do anything to upset Leon and risk losing his respect. But here they were with his wife offered up on a silver platter and effectively him giving them permission to feast to their hearts content. Turning to look up at good old reliable and lovable Guz beside her, she found his gaze was not on her eyes like usual, instead he was staring blatantly at her cleavage. Even the usually aloof Ash was staring at her with such intensity it was unnerving, the pit vipers gaze unblinking as his thin black tongue flickered out across his thin lips to scent the air.

"Fuck, fine! Joe, lock that damn door so I can get this over with as quickly as possible. Also make sure the other door is closed, I don't want anyone coming in back..." Marty snarled out to the still stunned hyena behind the bar before she snapped to and made her way to the front, drawing the blinds and locking the doors as told.

"Oh we'll be coming in back, don't you worry none..." Zeek offered with a lecherous grin, taking Marty aback as she blinked in surprise from what the mustang had just implied. Her docked tail curling tight against her shapely behind at the implication. The gravity of the situation starting to settle in as she realized every one of the people in the bar were going to have a go at her, all while her husband watched and approved of it all. Again she looked between their faces, almost pleading for them to reconsider, but she knew it was no use as she could already see and smell their interest in the situation growing in the air.

"Let's get this over with, how do you want to start?" Marty asked tersely while glaring at the grinning ferret sitting across from her.

"Let's clear the table so the boss lady has somewhere to lay down for us, eh fellas?" Morty piped up cheerfully as he looked around to the group. Even before the last word had left his lips the table was made empty, Morty patting the spot right in front of him before intoning "Climb up and hang your head over the edge here, if you'd be so kind."

The Doberman stared hard at the ferret for a long moment before reluctantly climbing onto the sturdy wooden table and rolling onto her back to stare at the lazily rotating ceiling fan and flickering lights above. The light soon blocked out by the shadow of Morty's erect cock, the eager prick wasting no time in claiming his prize. What was worse is he seemed to be making full use of the "no repercussions" clause in their deal as he ground his already drooling cock against her face and muzzle. Marty could feel the ferret's slick precum marking her whiskers and fur as he rubbed against her, but as soon as she opened her mouth to chastise the swine he pulled his hips back and forced his cock into her maw and nearly made her gag. His blunt tip almost hit the back of her throat, but thankfully he was smaller than her husband so even with the angle she found herself in, Morty's length was easily manageable for her. What wasn't manageable however was his sack tapping against her nose every time he thrust into her mouth, after a long day of riding he was rather musky and that scent was now continually tapping against her sensitive canine nose. The Doberman gave an inward groan as she realized she would probably have to endure the same thing with the others in their little group too.

Her attention snapped back to reality as she felt her snug fitting leather jacket become loose as Morty pushed the zipper down and away from him, parting it as wide as he could without removing it before gripping the hem of her low cut top to tug up over her breasts. Admittedly the hushed silence and whispers of "Christ!" and the like from around the room would've been flattering under any other circumstance as her soft tan furred breasts capped with small dime sized dark pink nipples were revealed to a bunch of horny bikers. But here she was, laid out like a buffet before people she'd considered friends if not family for years. Her cheeks burned in a mixture of shame and embarrassment, though she also had to reluctantly admit a small trace of excitement as well. A low growl issued forth as hands suddenly began touching and caressing her breasts, the ferret grinning down at her as he slowly worked his shaft between her lips while gently pinching and rolling her perking nipples. As much as she hated to admit it, Morty was good with his fingers, probably why he did so well in the restoration business and not just with bikes.

"As much as I love the feeling of your mouth on my dick boss lady, there's something better I've wanted for a while now..." Morty proclaimed as he withdrew his now saliva slicked cock from her lips. Marty had a pretty good idea what was next to come, though what she wasn't ready for was Guz stepping forward and asking if he could be next in her mouth seeing as it was now vacant. "Sure thing Guz, go wild!" Morty replied with a smug wink down at a stunned Marty. He seriously intended to follow through with it the Doberman realized.

Guz was a big strong crocodile, as gentle as he was Marty had occasionally wondered what he was like in bed as well as what he might be packing. But she soon got to find out as a thick dark green length fading into a pink round tip slapped across her cheek. "Fuck..." the Doberman thought to herself, Guz was packing and he was about to cram it down her throat. But to her surprise and to his credit he didn't cram it all in one go, rather he slowly inched his way in slowly, constantly asking if she was okay and could breath. It'd be almost comical considering the situation to have the biggest brute be such a tender lover when he had full permission from the ferret to ram her hard if he wanted. Instead the large croc helped her get used to deep throating him, Marty vaguely wondering if his dick was visibly stretching her throat each time his leathery sack tapped her nose, his scent more earthy and not entirely unpleasant compared to the ferrets she noticed.

With her concentration mostly on her need to breath, Marty was only partially aware that her leather pants had been undone and were currently being tugged down and off her long shapely legs now her boots had been removed. "Cute panties" she heard Morty comment, blushing as she'd forgotten she had been wearing something that didn't go with her badass biker chick personality, a pair of pink cotton panties with white flowers on them. Morty knelt beside the table as he lifted her knees over his shoulders before tugging her underwear aside, kissing along her inner thighs and slowly making his way steadily to her center, going slow enough that even Marty began to growl in frustration from the teasing. By the time his lips met her own she was raising her rump from the table and trying to grind against his muzzle. It figured someone as mouthy as Morty would be good with his tongue and lips she thought, from the gentle nibbles and suckles along her folds to the flitting licks across her clit, the Doberman was quickly groaning and growling around the croc's cock. Marty reached down and tried to grab the ferret by the hair and push him away, but it was too late. As hard as she fought against it, the little bastard made her cum in front of all their friends and her husband. With her boots having been removed and her legs over his shoulders, it was obvious she came hard with how her toes stretched and curled constantly.

Even though she couldn't see him, Marty was pretty sure the ferret was grinning as he stood up and lifted her legs again before sheathing his cock inside her still climaxing cunt. She wanted to hate him for this, but it felt too good in a sickeningly sadistic way. A soft sound escaped her, one she hoped no one else heard as she was pretty sure it was a whimper of pleasure as Guz continued his languid fucking of her mouth in juxtaposition to Morty's almost frantic fucking. Thankfully in a small mercy since this entire ordeal had started, Morty revealed he was too worked up to last very long and soon she felt his cock twitch and throb before hot splashes of his seed fired off within her. A few firm and rapid strokes later Morty pulled himself free of the slick Doberman cunt, admiring his handiwork present between her pouting folds until a tap on his shoulder caught him by surprise.

"Sorry to interrupt the fun Morty, but uh...do you think I could sneak in before you guys make a complete mess of her?" A suddenly shy and blushing Joe asked. At first Morty stared at her in confusion before looking past her to Leon still leaning against the bar, with a nod of affirmation from the large lion Morty grinned and stepped aside.

"Sure thing Joe, anything for my favorite bartender from her to Timbuktu!" the ferret responded cheerfully.

"Thanks Morty, sorry Guz...you mind if we roll her over? There's something I've been dying to do for years..." Joe asked nervously, feeling everyone's gaze on her.

"Sure thing Joe, anything for you!" Guz replied cheerfully before he started to pull back, but the hyena simply smiled and shook her head as she gripped Marty by her hips and with surprising strength rolled her over onto her belly. Shifting the Doberman sideways to the edge of the table so her left leg could hang over the edge and her foot touch the floor to provide support, Joe moved down to kneel behind a curious Marty with her mouth and throat still full of croc cock and unable to say anything or turn back and look at her. Marty more than most was surprised by this turn of events, she'd had suspicions Joe was lesbian, but she'd somehow never thought she herself was the object of her friends desires all these years.

"I've wanted to do this ever since this angelic ass first wandered into my bar all those years ago..." Joe said with no small note of admiration as she knelt down behind the nude from the waist down Doberman and was finally eye level with Marty's bare ass. Her strong hands reaching up to grip and squeeze at the black and tan cheeks before her, feeling how firm yet soft and pliable they were, everything she'd imagined them to be. Perky and firm with just enough give to be a little jiggly when spanked which Joe confirmed with a firm smack to Marty's left buttock. Digging her thumbs in between those firm globes the hyena gently tugged and spread her friend to bare her fully, exposing her messy dark pink folds from the ferret below, but more importantly that little pink star she'd fantasized about for years. Marty's eyes went wide and her docked tail flicked and twitched as she felt hot breath caress under her tail a moment before Joe's tongue lovingly, almost reverently licked and traced around her asshole. At any other time Marty might've enjoyed this, but the murmurs of the others around her brought on another blush as the hyena began to eagerly eat her ass in public. "Damn Joe, save some for the rest of us" someone commented with a laugh as Joe seemed to have even forgotten to breath with how eagerly she was making out with the Dobermans firm round behind. Just as soon as it'd started, it suddenly ended and Marty gave a relieved sigh around Guz's cock, thinking Joe had sated her peculiar desire finally before she felt an extra hard jet of precum from the croc hit the back of her throat. Looking up past his muscled belly she saw his eyes wide in surprise, along with a hushed "What the fuck?" from someone and "Is that what I think it is?" from someone else. Then she felt it, something hot, hard and slick pressed against her slick pucker while a soft hand held her docked tail up out the way and another gripped her hip for support with surprising strength. Slowly the length pushed and ground against her unwilling backdoor, but the constant insistent pressure eventually won out and the tip popped past her muscled opening. Marty clenched her eyes and gave a muffled yelp around Guz's shaft, leading into a constant low growl as the cock continued to push in slowly and feed her ass more and more shaft.

It was too much for Guz to watch as his longtime friend was getting butt fucked while sucking his cock, with a sudden snarl and gritting of his jaws his own shaft began to throb and twitch moments before hot sticky cum hit the back of her throat without warning. Marty swallowed the first few shots, at least until he pulled back halfway through his climax and marked her face with a few last erratic strands. "Guz, what the fuck man? Marty coughed as she tried to wipe his seed from her cheek, just as a pair of hips met her rump cheeks with a firm clap. Marty grunted and finally was able to turn around and see Joe smiling in absolute euphoria pressed up close behind her.

"Joe...what the fuck?" Marty began to ask, that cock under her tail definitely did not feel fake, the way it throbbed and pulsated.

"Now you know why I say Joe is one of the guys" Leon chimed in from his spot at the bar, grinning and resisting the urge to laugh as his wife was introduced to her first ever real hermaphrodite.

Marty's clipped ears laid flat as she stared back caught in a storm of emotions, partly curious, disgusted, excited, and even turned on. She didn't know what to feel, the only constant was the ache of having Joe's surprisingly thick cock stretching her asshole while the hyena slowly fucking the presented black and tan rump she'd lusted after for years apparently with enough force her own heavy breasts swayed under the motions. Marty endured Joe's butt fucking of her black and tan ass all while their mutual friends stood around watching with obvious erections in their denim and leather pants alike. The room fell silent as Joe lost herself in the pleasure of her long time fantasy finally coming true, her hips swinging back and forth with eager strokes as she plowed the still stunned looking Doberman's ass. The only sounds in the bar aside from faint music from the jukebox was the panting of Joe and the soft slap of her hips every time they met Marty's buttocks. As she looked around the room, for the first time since this had started, no one was looking directly at her for a change. Their attention was focused on Joe and her hips slapping against Marty's upturned rump as her pace began to quicken in a sure sign her climax was closing in. The only person watching Marty was her husband; Leon stared deep into his wife's eyes as his oldest friend barked out loud and flooded her behind with her climax. Even as Joe's hips ground and bucked weakly against the lion's wife's behind, she would rest down against her friends back, leaving little tender and affectionate kisses along the line of her spine and shoulders while a practiced hand slipped down across Marty's ribs to cup over her breast with a soft caress while whispering a soft "Thank you" into her ear. With obvious reluctance the hyena extracted herself from the presented Doberman rear, tucking her softening length back inside her pants before returning to join Leon at the bar with a shy almost embarrassed smile.

Barely before Joe had returned to the bar would Marty find herself hoisted back onto the table and rolled onto her back. Finding herself caught between Ash and Zeek, the mustang at her head letting his thick ebony cock flop out and tap against her chin. "Goddamn Zeek..." Marty caught herself saying at the sheer size he was packing, giving Guz a good run for his money and Zeek wasn't even hard yet.

"Now you know why ladies love riding a Mustang" he quipped before gently forcing her jaws wide and stuffing his soft length between her lips. Marty would've groaned at the stereotypically bad joke from him, but she couldn't deny what was right before her and currently stuffing her maw full. As she began to suck and lick Zeek to fullness reluctantly, she felt her legs once again being lifted over someone's shoulders, this time a bit higher up as Ash was taller than the ferret.

"What the fuck man, you really are a freak..." Zeek muttered, but Marty didn't need to look to understand what he meant. Ash grinned and winked without uttering a word to the surprised equine as he worked his dual lengths inside Marty's cunt and ass eagerly, both thankfully only about the size of Morty's cock, but the sheer fact there were two of them still had an impact. Before today Marty had never had multiple partners, but she suddenly found herself with a cock in every opening. Ash gripped her legs tight against his chest and shoulders as he began to buck into her without so much as a groan while he stuffed her front and back. By now Zeek was at full mast and stretching her jaw wider than ever. Marty for her part wasn't sure what to feel, perhaps if she wasn't married or at least her husband wasn't a few feet away, she might actually be into this. But a tendril of guilt wound its way through her belly at every ounce of pleasure she was feeling. Just like before Marty felt hands on her breasts as the horse groped and squeezed at them with far less skill than Morty had, hating that it made her almost long for his touch instead. Thankfully Marty had to concentrate on her breathing to pay too much attention to what was going on as Zeek had no problem hilting her maw and stuffing her throat as well, his pendulous orbs bumping heavily against her nose again and again. The fact she could almost smell hay every time his balls tapped her nose was almost funny to Marty, only she couldn't laugh with the horse tickling her tonsils with his cock at present. Marty found herself being rocked back and forth between her two friends, Ash bucking into her hard enough to clap his hips against her ass every time he hilted her pussy and ass, only to tug her back onto his lengths and do it again. Zeek almost didn't even have to thrust into her sucking maw thanks to the motion, not that it stopped him from trying anyway. He would at least slow down once he noted Ash's strokes becoming erratic after a few minutes of frantic fucking when Marty came hard again without warning, clenching down on both the pit vipers lengths as she squirmed and whined around the horse cock filling her maw. Despite his cool demeanor, Ash couldn't hold back his own climax as the Doberman writhed and bucked beneath him. Marty felt both his shafts throb hard before small shots of almost cool seed spattered against her insides, the snakes climax feeling very different from the others, even Guz. Ash gave a few last weak thrusts against her behind before gently extracting himself from Marty, slowly lowering her legs down and back onto the table.

Surprisingly Zeek also withdrew from her maw, letting Marty gasp for air before he leaned down to scoop her up as if she were his bride and they were about to cross the threshold, carrying her over to a sturdy looking chair nearby. Settling down and lowering her into his lap, Marty found herself with her back against the mustang's chest while he reached around to grope and fondle her breasts. "Ready for what I promised earlier, boss lady?" he asked as he leaned to one side and grinned at her. For a moment Marty was confused, her mind far too clouded with what had been happening so far, but then it hit her.

"Jeezus Zeek, you can be serious!" She hissed out at him even as he gripped under her thighs and lifted her up high enough to wiggle and position his hips so his thick cock was aimed straight up at her behind. Unfortunately he was deadly serious, slowly lowering Marty down until she felt his thick tip between her rump cheeks and pressing against her asshole. She tried to grab his shoulders and arms, anything for support to stop herself being lowered down, but it was useless. There was nothing to hold onto as she slowly sunk down onto Zeek's waiting spire, his thick cock stretching her wide with a yelp as more and more of him slowly rearranged her insides, or so it felt like. Even Leon watched with raised brows and a touch of concern as his wife took the stallion balls deep under her docked tail.

"Fucking...Zeek! I still have to ride home after this you jerk!" Marty yelled out with her eyes screwed shut tightly and hands balled into tight fists which battered against the horses hips and sides while her ass ached and tried to clench shut around a grinning Zeek's cock. The sudden outburst brought a round of laughter from the group as they all watched Marty being slowly bounced in the horses lap, his pace slowly increasing as her clenching and winces of pain decreased. Soon bouncing her fast and quick enough to even make her breasts jiggle. "Feels like Heaven, don't it?" Joe called out with a grin from behind the bar, making a panting Zeek snort and nod in agreement.

"Damn straight it does, been staring at it long enough on all these trips, just had to give it a try" He commented. With his breathing becoming more labored along with more frequent snorts and nickers, Marty hoped his climax wasn't far off. She wasn't so lucky however, this mustang had staying power and he proved that by bouncing the Doberman in his lap for damn near almost a quarter of an hour before he started to show real signs of his impending climax. In that time Marty was leaned forward's to find her mouth pulled onto Morty's once again stiff cock. This time Morty would settle for cumming in her mouth thankfully, following not long after Zeek began unloading both barrels up her back passage did she feel Morty's salty seed splash on her tongue and down her throat. Never before had she felt so warm and messy, though oddly satisfied despite having Zeek's massive length up her ass.

Once the pair of unruly males seemed to be finished cumming in her, Marty made to get up and preserve what little dignity she still had. Only her legs refused to support her weight and the Doberman found herself stumbling and falling over to the side, luckily a pair of strong green scaled arms caught her. Guz smiled down at Marty as he hauled her up into his lap and wrapped his strong thick arms around her in a soothing hug, lightly patting along her back beneath her jacket and stroking his fingers through her hair. The feeling of his cool smooth scales against her still admittedly hot body excited the Doberman, she also couldn't ignore the fact Guz was again sporting wood which was currently rubbing against her ass and bare pussy with how she was straddled in his lap. With a soft smile she leaned up to kiss the croc softly, her oldest friend who was always a phone call away, a tender heart she truly appreciated in the days after her father's passing and the reason she'd even met Leon in the first place. Her hips rose up again, this time of her own volition as she guided him to her well fucked opening, sighing softly against his lips as she lowered herself down onto his thick green and pink piston. This time there was no frantic or even eager fucking, instead Marty rode the croc slowly, almost lovingly with her bare breasts pressed to his soft scaled chest. His thick arms wrapped about her and his muscled belly supporting her in a comforting manner as his girthy cock stretched out her cunt in rather pleasant ways.

The moment was almost perfect, at least until Morty made an appearance again. Marty growled into the kiss at his sudden appearance again, but Guz soothed her and just held her closer. Even as she whimpered when Morty sheathed himself under her tail and noted with surprise how tight she still was even after Zeek plowing her ass. Again Marty found herself pinned between two friends, or perhaps just one friend and someone she was going to kick the ass of no matter what the deal was, after all this was over. Guz didn't have to move, nor did Marty thanks to the ferret bucking and thrusting eagerly into her behind, making her clench around him every other stroke, in turn clenching down on Guz as well. Too overstimulated from the constant fucking, Marty whimpered into her kiss with the croc as another climax overtook her. Her squirming and grinding into his lap soon set Guz off, following in Marty's footsteps as he too came deep inside her, flooding her with his thick hot seed. Morty had thought he'd last longer this time around after his previous two climaxes, but the way Marty was squirming and bucking under him while clenching around his cock in waves, it was too much to resist and with a less than masculine squeak he spilled his final climax under the annoyed Dobermans tail.

With their appetites finally sated and the sky outside starting to show the first signs of a new dawn, the room fell silent as Morty withdrew himself from Martine's behind, grinning as he gave her one final spank before settling down into the chair beside the large crocodile. Marty growled and turned to glare at the grinning ferret before turning to look back at Joe to ask "Is there somewhere I can get cleaned up?"

"Sure thing hun, follow me into the back. You can use my shower" Joe offered with a friendly smile before padding over to help Marty to her feet and supporting the wobbly Doberman as they made their way to the small apartment in the back where Joe stayed.

Seeing as Marty knew her secret now, Joe had no problem in stripping and joining her still shaky friend at her request for assistance in the shower, helping her stand and even washing the cum from her hair and fur.

"This changes everything, doesn't it?" Marty said with a hint of sadness in her voice.

"What do you mean?" Joe asked curiously as she sponged Marty's back.

"The club, our friendships, hell even my relationship with Leon..." the Doberman said with her shoulders slouching, almost sounding like she was close to tears.

"Do you still love him and less, or the rest of them for that matter?" Joe asked gently.

"No, but...not only have they all seen me naked...they all fucked me in front of my husband. They made me climax in ways he never could!" She said with a note of panic in her voice.

"Leon, you or anyone else could've easily stopped all this at any time with a simple no. But no one did, no one wanted to. If anything, we all love you more now than before, darling. You have nothing to worry about" Joe assured her, to which Marty turned around with a soft smile and tears in her eyes as hot water cascaded down on her like a cleansing rain.

She didn't know what brought it on, but the moment just seemed right. Marty leaned forwards and pressed her lips against Joe's, the hyena not pulling back but instead leaning more into the kiss. Even with the loud static of hot water pouring down over them, they would hear their hearts pounding in their ears above the constant noise. Her bust pressed to Joe's own full and heavier bust, but also the hyena's length returning to fullness rubbing against the Dobermans taut belly adding a surreal slant to the touching moment of awakening. A brief look was all it took before Marty found her left leg lifted up and aside against Joe's side to bare her slit to that length, huffing hotly into the kiss as Joe worked her cock inside Marty again. This time a slow and passionate love making and not fucking, long enough that the water began to run cold but it did not quench the burning desire between them. Soft touches shared along sides, tummy's and breasts in tandem with slow measured strokes of the thick cock filling Marty's cunt again. With tension finally subsiding Marty felt herself almost feel like she was floating as she climaxed again, not hard and rough like before, but a sweet ecstasy. This time it felt like more of a release of long pent up emotion and tension.

By the time Joe and Marty were showered and dry again, the pair returned to the bar with nervous smiles. No doubt the others had an idea of what they'd gotten up to, sharing knowing grins. Thankfully everyone was dressed again along with the bar having been cleaned and tidied up as if the evenings events hadn't transpired. Her heart skipped a beat when Leon met her with a broad grin and no sign of anger or disappointment, instead he offered her a shot of her favorite tequila.

"To the best damn biker chick around!" He cheered suddenly, to which the room burst into hoots and hollers of agreement. Marty looked around with a fond smile at her friends now seeing them all in a new light, flashes of the evening coming unabated and making her blush anew.

"Hey boss lady, no hard feelings, right?" Morty approached timidly, standing nervously before Martine as her hackles began to raise. But as soon as she began to growl, her anger faded away and instead she reached out and pulled him into a tight hug. His small form going stiff as he feared for his life, but when he felt no pain he relaxed and smiled thankfully at Marty. As the hug broke and Morty took a step back and held out his hand, palm up with a Triumph key presented to a confused Martine. "She's yours, always was going to be."