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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.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

Just a short and silly story, random idea.

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Phil awoke with a groan, his head pounding and mouth dry. Blinking as he stared up at the bright early morning sun. As he sat up and looked around the pool area, he saw his friends strewn about in various uncomfortable poses, all just as naked as he was. As much as it hurt to do so, he tried to remember what had happened the night before. The last thing he remembered was Alan, Doug's dorky brother-in-law, offering him a shot of tequila.

The Akhal-Teke stallion gingerly rose from his inflatable pool chair, feeling every muscle in his body ache, even feeling a pain under his tail and at the tip of his dick for some reason. Stumbling drunkenly into the house, Phil made his way to the bathroom to relieve himself. As he stood with his flaccid member in his hands, draining the main vein, he again felt the ache at his flare. Rubbing his blurry eyes with his free hand, he squinted down at his cock and frowned as he noticed there were indeed teeth marks still visible in his sensitive flesh.

Stu was the next person to awaken, finding himself leaning over a wooden bench, he pushed himself to his feet with a yawn. The sound of a glass bottle falling to the floor behind him going unnoticed, but the feeling of needing to take a dump suddenly vanished. The slender Dalmatian licked his chops and tried to place the weird taste in his mouth, looking around for something to get rid of it, he settled for a half finished Corona that had been warmed in the morning sun. Even the taste of warm beer was still better than whatever he'd been tasting before.

Doug's tail flicked and twitched as someone groped his ass, mumbling for them to stop it, but they only did it again. The fingers were uncomfortably close to his most vulnerable spot, keeping his striped tail flicking in agitation. Eventually a digit teased across his pucker, jolting the tiger awake with a growl. Turning about in annoyance, Doug saw the drunken sleeping smile of Alan, his black dorky ram brother-in-law.

"Dammit Alan, I told you to stop touching my ass...I'm married to your sister for Christ sakes..." Doug growled and kicked the beanbag Alan was still sleeping on, only getting a half groan from the passed out caprine.

The three friends eventually stumbled over to sit at the wooden table, groaning and clutching their heads, but also wincing as they sat down on the hard wooden benches and felt the pain under their tails too. Doug, Phil and Stu all exchanged worried looks before someone finally spoke up.

"Does anyone remember what happened last night? Like...why is my ass sore and what is that Goddamn awful taste in my mouth? Also...why the fuck am I so sticky!?" Doug asked, clutching an ice pack to his throbbing temple.

"Good, at least it's not just me...feels like Freddy Kruger checked my prostate..." Stu whined, leaning to one side to try alleviate some of the pain in his backside.

"The last thing I remember was fuck face over there giving me a shot of tequila, the rest is blank..." Phil offered, nodding back over his shoulder at the still sleeping Alan.

"Let's check the cameras and make sure we didn't do anything too stupid our wives wouldn't approve of..." Doug finally suggested, waiting for his two friends to agree before they made their way to his home office upstairs.

Doug logged into his computer, casting the image from his cameras up on the big flat screen television mounted to the wall for them all to see. The three friends watched with growing apprehension as they started to get closer to the point of the evening they couldn't remember beyond. They had just meant to have a simple all-night gaming session together, like they used to do in high school. Their wives had taken the kids away on a school camping trip, so it was the first time they'd gotten to be alone together in months. The plans had all been laid out for just the three of them, but then Alan had crashed the party as he could never miss an opportunity to hang with his brother-in-law and his friends. At least the black furred ram had brought some booze as compensation, a rather expensive bottle of tequila.

"That son of a bitch..." Stu growled as he watched Alan crush up a few pink pills and mix them into the tequila before serving it to his friends.

"He spiked the drinks...that bastard roofied us..." Phil mumbled, suddenly understanding why they couldn't remember the evening, but it still didn't explain a few other things.

Unfortunately they'd have their answers soon enough as Alan had suggested they all watch a special movie he'd gotten just for that night. On screen they saw themselves trying to decline, but as usual, Alan began to throw one of his childish tantrums until they relented. They all moved into the games room in the basement, perched around the room and watching the television as Alan started the video.

It didn't make any sense now they were watching it on camera, there was no video on the screen, just a bunch of flashing lights and different colors. There was no sound on the cameras so they couldn't hear what was being said, but Alan was definitely talking as he got up from his seat and moved to stand before the three friends.

With horror they watched as he started pointing at them one at a time, clearly giving them directions and with blank looks on their faces, they did as told. First, Alan had Phil kneel on the ground before Doug, whom he had get to all fours. Dough and Phil shared a look and blushed deeply as they watched themselves on screen, Doug undoing Phil's trousers and fishing out his flaccid cock before he began to suck and lick on it. As the tiger started to orally pleasure the horse, Alan directed Stu to move up behind the feline.

Stu watched slack jawed as Alan directed him to pull Doug's pants down before pressing his own bare crotch up against the tigers striped cheeks. Doug's cheeks were burning scarlet as he watched himself kneeling between his two lifelong friends, one of their cocks in his mouth as the other was now being forced under his tail. The way Phil winced and jerked his hips, it was evident Doug had clenched his jaws from taking a cock under his tail for the first time.

"That explains the teeth marks..." Phil noted, absent-mindedly giving his still aching cocktip a soothing touch.

"Also explains the taste in my mouth..." Doug noted as he watched himself start to try and deep throat Phil, the horse gripping his ears as he bucked and thrust into his best friend's mouth.

"Why is my ass sore though...?" Stu wondered out aloud for a moment, again he would get his answer. Alan had stripped naked as well, grinning as he moved to kneel behind Stu and grabbed his slender tail to lift it. The ram worked his own thick pink blunt cocktip under Stu's tail before starting to fuck the spotted canine, his hips bouncing off Stu's firm cheeks and in turn bucking Stu forward into the tiger's firm striped buttocks before him.

"Well now we know why your guy's asses are sore, what the fuck did he do to mine?" Phil hesitated to ask, watching the action on screen. Soon enough he'd wish he had never asked as Alan eventually had them move about, making Doug lay down on the floor and Phil straddle him. The camera angle barely caught the view, but it was plainly obvious what was happening as Alan pushed the horse down onto the waiting tiger cock. Though that was not all as soon the tiger's cock was to be joined by Stu's canine length as he leaned over the stallions toned back and sheathed himself alongside his one friend in his other friends ass. "Sonofabitch!" Phil snorted as he watched himself get double-penetrated.

As if to add insult to injury, Alan moved up alongside him and guided his muzzle down onto his still hard cock. The ram looked to be in seventh heaven as the handsome stallion bobbed his lips back and forth along his turgid shaft. The two friends below alternated their thrusts, jackhammering into the poor stallions abused asshole and never leaving him without a cock inside for even a moment. Phil was both amazed and ashamed to see his cock throb and pulse before he fired off thick shots of sticky white seed across Doug's belly and chest.

"Sticky..." Doug mumbled more to himself than anyone else, seeing the white mess the horse sprayed across his chest while he absently touched his fingers across his matted and sticky fur in the present.

Alan was far from done though, grinning as he next made Doug lay back on the low table at the center of the room, giving his large soft furred balls an appreciative heft before he gripped the tiger's ankles and lifted them up over his shoulders. On screen he turned to bark an order at Stu and Phil shortly after, the Dalmatian moving behind the ram and the stallion moving to kneel at Doug's hanging head. Doug watched in horror as his own brother-in-law sunk his thick pink cock under his large white soft furred balls, watching as his toes spread out wide in obvious pain and the way his tail was curling and twitching between the rams thighs.

As Alan rutted his brother-in-law, Stu knelt behind the ram and wedged his muzzle under the caprine's short tail, beginning to rim the chubby bastard. Phil on the other hand would again be sinking his thick and somewhat softer length back into the tigers maw, only this time with his head hanging over the edge of the table, Phil was able to get much deeper. Thanks to the cameras high quality, both Doug and Phil could see the slight bulge working back and forth in his throat every time Phil's hips touched the tiger's muzzle.

The ram seemed intent on sampling each and every one of them, barely managing not to cum inside the tigers tight behind; he managed to withdraw himself for the next phase. The four naked men wandered upstairs to the pool area they'd woken up in not long ago. Stu was directed to kneel and lay over one of the benches with Doug kneeling behind him. The tiger had the empty tequila bottle in his hand and began to work it under Stu's tail, making the canine whimper and twitch on screen. Even without sound they could hear his discomfort as Doug began pumping the thick bottle in and out of him, though his sounds would soon be muffled by Phil's cock being forced into his muzzle.

As Phil began to buck and thrust into the struggling canine's maw, Alan again moved up behind the Akhal-Teke stallion to hug him from behind. Only it was obvious he was doing more than hug Phil, the way the ram's hips were moving, it was plain as Doug's stripes that he was fucking the horse as he in turned fucked the Dalmatian's mouth. Alan started to withdraw a little more and more as he bucked and fucked the stallion harder, working himself closer and closer to climax. Phil felt sick to his stomach as he saw the ram suddenly give one last buck against his backside before he started twitching and jerking in the obvious signs of a climax. If that wasn't confirmation enough, the bastard even withdrew a moment later to lift the horse's tail and admire his messy handiwork, a little trickle of white mess spilling from his abused ebony asshole visible between Phil's toned golden furred buttocks.

"Fuck...there's still hours of footage here..." Doug groaned as he sped up the footage, watching the images on screen begin zipping around and into different poses as Alan kept them fucking each other until they all passed out from sheer exhaustion.

"That was a great night, right guys! I always wanted to be a part of your secret gay orgies!" Alan said with a broad grin as he wandered into the office and saw his friends reviewing the previous night's footage.

"Dammit Alan, we're not gay, you dumb fucking asshole!" Doug growled out in exasperation.

"But...then why didn't you ever invite me to your parties before?" The ram asked in confusion.

"Because we were worried you were going to do some dumb shit....which you did!" Phil pointed out angrily.

"Oh...well, damn. My bad...so no party next weekend at my place then?" Alan asked hopefully, but he got his answer by way of three angry glares directed his way.