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This is the first story set in Pine Lake, a summer camp designed to teach, inform and train young men in sexual skills and knowledge. For those with a dream of becoming a worker or entertainer in the field, Pine Lake is the place to be. All characters depicted are naturally adults.

It was an early morning in late June, the best time of the year for fun outdoors activities. Gathered outside on a sandy clearing in the shade of the coniferous trees, the adolescent boys had divided into two chattering groups. Cool summer wind was blowing through the open woodland and excitement buzzed in the air.

The camp leader, Mr. Andrews, stood between the teams. Although the lion's mane showed what seemed to be marks of ageing, thick muscles bulged through his skin as he moved - the man must have been a professional athlete before retiring.

Signalling with his paws he got the crowd of hormonal adolescents to quickly quiet down, a feat possible only with his natural charisma. His assistant, a former gym teacher hyena called Sarah, stood next to him in a tank top with her abs glistening from her early morning jog.

"Good morning boys!" he roared after taking his time to eye both groups, shifting and shuffling in place on the warm sand but now at east attentive and quiet.

"Good morning, Mr. Andrews!" came the crowd's response. The lion smiled; the camp etiquette was anything but disciplined, as most of the day the boys were free to come and go as they pleased. Training this response into the rowdy boys was just a fun bit of roleplay for everyone involved.

"Today we're gonna kick your third week off with a bang. We're going to start the morning off with a little contest in good spirit. Before I tell what the game is about, we're going to need from each team a volun-" before he could finish, an eager, boyish voice chirped from the team on his right.

"Me! Me, Mr. Andrews! Pick me!"

The lion turned his head to see Axel, a lion like himself but boyish in his features and shorter than average in his height. What he lacked in size, he made up in enthusiasm to the point where some boys thought of him as an arrogant brat.

The older lion's initial surprise faded into a smile as he signalled for Axel to step out and join him. The young male trotted out confidently and took his place in front of the crowd of boys.

"And from the other team, any takers?"

A young rabbit named Louis sighed and raised his paw. He too was invited out in the open. Louis often found himself taking one for the team, sometimes literally. Compared to the pretty fit lion, the rabbit had the body most people would call average - in this sense he was something of a rarity among the otherwise trained and toned individuals at the camp. He wasn't outwardly a living sex icon, but instead had participated due to his natural curiosity towards sensual pleasures and a desire to improve his skills. Because of this maturity, he was considered by some to be something of a dry person.

"All right guys, great to see really good participation today." Mr. Andrews smiled at the audience.

He kept silent for a moment, taking a while to gather his thoughts for a big speech.

"Most of you have probably seen porn in which gals, or in your case, guys take things up their butt or down their mouth and have it go through to the other end."

A few guys were nodding and poking each other knowingly. The lion continued his sermon.

"I'm here to tell you straight up that it's a porn thing. It's bullshit. Most of the time it's faked by the studios just because getting fucked all the way through is the goddamn black belt of sex. Takes a whole lotta time and money to find a veteran slut talented enough to a take, say, a feral horse without being drugged to the gills. You of all people should know what's really going on in your future profession."

The excited crowd fell gloomy and silent, and Mr. Andrews felt he might have been a bit too rought on them.

"However," he said with a shifted tone,

"There are of course some who actually take the time and effort to learn that talent. Today we're gonna do a little demonstration with Axel and uh, Louis here. They're gonna do a beginner's exercise, and don't worry, it's going to be completely safe. Watch and observe as they go through the ordeal."

The two contestants stared open-mouthed first at their instructor, then each other. They had just been chosen to demonstrate a - what? - an extreme penetration? Real-life body flossing? They both looked somewhat worried at the prospect of something actually traveling the full distance like in some fantasy smut - yet both were deep down looking forward to something which could be the most erotic thing they ever did.

"At the end of the week we might do a quick intro course followed by a physical exam in this stuff, if there's enough interest. Let me know by the end of today if you think it would be cool."

Again, sparks of life went through the crowd of boys. For most of them, extreme penetrations like this had been an obviously fake fantasy.

"All righty then," the lion said clapping his hands and addressing the two boys in front of him.

"You each gotta swallow the weighted end of the cord, wait for it to pass through ya and then just, well, pass it through the other side."

Yes, they were going straight for the deep end. There was no way to back down now.

"First team to floss their champion gets a point, and then we'll do a little follow-up game from there. Creativity of course is allowed and encouraged. And keep it clean, guys, let's keep the horny feelings inside for this one and focus on the game. All right, all ready?"

Axel and Louis both nodded and walked to where Sarah led them, to opposing edges of a rectangular tarp laid down on the sand. At the other sides of it were a few bottles of what seemed to be the camp's specially made, prohibitively expensive lubricant, and at the center of the tarp sat a box made of clear plastic, filled about halfway with lube and a large black mass, resembling a big coil of garden hose, only thinner. The two contestants peeked curiously, eager to see what they were up against.

"Thee - two - one - go!"

The contestants jolted to action. Sprinting onto the tarp, they almost bumped their heads together as they dove for the plastic crate. The ends of the toy slipped in their fumbling hands as they attempted to get a grip of it, eventually managing to carefully lift their respective ends in their hands without squeezing too hard. The other boys shouting and cheering them on added to the pressure they felt to be fast, faster than the other team.

The toy was black, made of silicone or other non-shiny, extremely pliable and soft material. The thickness of it was perhaps an inch in diameter, and the length must have stretched to dozens of meters, coil upon coil upon coil laying submerged in lube.

The head was a interesting shape, like a small egg-shaped and sized buttplug but with a hood covering the end, like some lewd mushroom. Louis, being perceptive as he was, surmised it must have been to prevent it from slipping out from whatever orifice it was inserted in, as it appeared the hood flared out like the cap of a toadstool as he moved his fist up the length towards the head. Holding the wide flared head in his hand, now wider than his open hand, made him wonder about the second part of the game.

Axel wasn't wasting time philosophizing, through, and sucked the egg-sized head into his mouth like, well, a boiled egg. The sweet taste of the lube and the faintly industrial smell of the silicon - or the plastic container it had been sitting in - filled his mouth. Keeping his lips wrapped around the toy he moved it towards his throat using his tongue to aid his slippery grip on the toy. The egg-shaped head rested on the back of his tongue as he tilted his neck back and swallowed. It would have been impossible, but with the lube slickening the toy his maw accepted it and it slid down his esophagus, making a clearly visible lump above, then behind, and finally below his Adam's apple as it slid down the narrow tube, eliciting a burst of hurrays and wow's from his teammates. Looking over, he saw that Louis had succeeded in doing the same. Damn.

Now the first part was over, and no knowing what to do next both boys fidgeted around for a while in the panic and excitement that so many fun team games have. Axel, however, was quick to tell others what to do, and the hurried over to his teammates, already shouting garbled instructions with a throat full of silicon. Hatching a plan, they went to work. Axel was lifted up by his stronger teammates, and was suspended in a roughly 45 degree angle, leaning back quite comfortably like a king on a throne. A zebra named Dan was tasked with running over to the containers and bringing him lube to help flush the toy out faster. Being fed lubricant like a princess through a straw, the lion told his henchmen to take off his shirt and shorts, which they begrudgingly agreed to do.

Louis and his teammates set to work on something presumably similar, but all the boys could concentrate on was their own teams work. The length of cord between them allowed them to work a small distance from each other. Mr. Andrews and Sarah were standing to the side, supervising the twisted competition.

The lube guzzling diet seemed to be working, as the lion's tight, lean belly started to slightly swell with the slick substance pouring inside him. Hoping to motivate to plug to move forward from his stomach, Axel ordered two more of his teammates, twin tigers called Flax and Heather to start pressing on his belly. Feeling sick and nearly vomiting from the pressure - a natural reaction - Axel felt soon a relieving pop as the plug plopped through his lower stomach sphincter and into his guts. He kept gulping down more cord as his minions kneaded and massaged his belly like dough, looking for and pressing down on the small bump of the toy head as it traveled through his labyrinthine intestines. It wasn't the most dignified position for a proud young male lion, but he really needed to win any way possible.

Looking over to the other team, he saw Louis getting worked in a very similar way, and the sharp edge of dread stabbed his mind. The race was tight, all too tight, and who knows - maybe a rabbit's digestive system is shorter or straighter than a lion's? There had to be a way to get a decisive, tactical advantage.

Axel, being the competitive little gremlin he is, felt a light bulb lit in his head. He looked around his team, searching for a a moment and then locking eyes with Brian, a nerdy but chiselled gazelle. He had gotten to know Brian by sharing a room with him and two other guys for these last three weeks, and it looked like he had no pressing job to do.

"Brian!" he gurgled, trying to sound domineering with several feet of silicone tube in him. "You need tho- you gotta- fish it outh."

"What?"

"You heard me" Axel grunted in frustration. "Put your fingersh in there and pull ith out, we gotta win some seconds with that". The competitive drive gleamed in his eyes like an insane fire burning inside. The gazelle saw it best to just go along and hesitantly stepped forward.

Dan squirted a handful of lube on his cupped palm and he slicked his hand nervously, the impatient lion squirming at the massage he was receiving.

Thrusting his finger rather unceremoniously, the peer pressure making him rather less nonchalant than usual. Feeling the slim, meticulously manicured digit enter the lion's tight pucker made Axel draw in a breath. As the gazelle wiggled his index finger inside of him, he could feel a warm, body temperature thick liquid sloshing around it.

"Whow, this is amazing", he whispered, not believing his senses. The lubricant drunk by Axel some minutes ago had already oozed its way through his guts.

"It's full of lube, guys", he breathed with a stunned expression.

"How did it get past the plug? It must have gone through when the thing was in his stomach" guessed Dan.

"Ish it there, can you touch ith?" groaned Axel with the silicone hanging from the side of his mouth.

"No, I don't think its here yet, we gotta wait some more."

"We're noth gonna waith! We're gonna win thish shith" Axel snapped. "Push deeper, I can feel ith, you're noh far, just-"

"I think it's the lube you're feeling, honestly..."

"Jush go deeper, dude", the lion snapped impatiently.

The embarrassed gazelle pushed two more fingers alongside the digit already in the lion's hole, and felt around the warm, squishy mess. This elicited an involuntary moan from Axel, who told him to keep going. Pulling out and adding a fourth finger served only to make the lion complain about lack of depth - there was only one possible option.

Brian was hoping he wouldn't have to do this, as he didn't want to hurt his obviously crazed roommate. Slipping out of the lube-gushing hole he formed his hand into the duck-bill shape he had seen in movies, and pushed against Axel's tight sphincter.

"Are you sure about this bro? It feels really tight in there"

"Yeah obvioushly, I've done iht like a million timesh befhore" Axel strained, grimacing in pain. He was, as Brian probably realized, lying. He had only taken a whole fist once, and it had hurt like hell. Brian pushed, and squeezing his knuckles stretched the tight, red rubber band of his victim's sphincter. Once he slid past that vice-like grip, he felt his hand get sucked in

POP!

"Aaah fffuck dude -" Axel groaned at the sharp pain but he decided to pay it no attention, being too driven to get his hands on the egg he last saw a few minutes ago. His sphincter, having been stretched what he thought to be impossibly open now clamped tight around the obedient gazelle's wrist like a poorly adjusted watch. With his arms he clung to his muscular teammates like a mother giving birth.

"Found ith?" he managed to hiss past his teeth and the silicone rod invading his body.

"No, uh, not yet. We gotta wait like I said," the gazelle suggested carefully, starting to pull his fist out.

"Go deeper."

"No way dude, I can't go deeper, it's way too tight already", Brian protested in shock and worry.

"FUCKIN DO ASH I SHAY!" Axel roared in his whiny, bratty, yet deadly serious adolescent voice. Brian felt the lion's guts tighten as he verbally abused his poor teammate.

Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, Brian pressed his widening forearm into the lion who cried out in pain - but pleasure as well, as his prostate was being squeezed by the gazelle's exploratory intrusion. Occasionally pulling back a few inches when he felt progress stalling, the gazelle was forced to push deeper into the warm, wet depths of the lion, who was almost passed out from the waves of pain and pleasure rushing through him. His inexperienced hole was now stretched thin, too thin over the gazelle's reasonably muscular forearm .

The other teammates slowly stopped their jobs and watched in stunned silence as a lump could be seen through Axel's lower belly where his abs were still visible, occasionally splitting into smaller bumps as fingers prodded and probed the fleshy labyrinth. The lean lion's upper abdomen was slightly distended with the amount of lube he had forced Dan to feed him.

Feeling the lion's furry ballsack gently caress his bicep, the gazelle could sense something else as well. Deep in Axel's colon his fingers met and grabbed a slippery, vaguely spherical object.

"Oh my god, I think I finally -" the gazelle let out in relief, looking up at the lion but stopping when he saw his roommate apparently unconscious, eyes rolled back in his head and tongue lolling limply by the side of his mouth, a silicone cord from another.

"Jeez, man, he's really out of it" the crocodile holding him let out in surprise.

"What the hell do I do?" panicked Brian the midwife, fingers still grasping the egg somewhere deep in Axel's tummy.

"Jus' pull it out I guess", the croc, Jason, shrugged, chuckling and adding:

"It's what he would have wanted."

Brian wrapped his fist around the plug and started slowly retreating with his whole body, forearm meeting cool air for the first time in a while. Expecting to struggle his way out, he was equal amounts surprised and worried by the lack of resistance, a certain lack of elasticity in the tight tunnel he was escaping from. As his wrist reached the hole it's walls couldn't almost make any contact with it, and even his fist with the egg inside plopped out of a pliable, loosened opening.

As he pulled his arm from the now gaping hole, an equal measure of the toy was dragged taut and pulled through the lion's body, making a wicked sight and a horrible glurping sound.

Hoisting the trophy up in the air for Mr. Andrew to see, he inadvertently yanked another length of silicone through poor Axel's body.

"Oh, shit, sorry", the gasped, but he lion was only just coming to terms with the world again. Looking throught the mist around him his eyes slowly focused on Brian's hand holding the object of ultimate desire. As the picture became sharper an astonished smile spread through his face.

Axel couldn't believe his eyes, he had done it, he had won! Joy burst within him in golden he sparks as he grabbed the egg-shaped head from Brian's lube-soaked hand. With a surprisingly energetic movement he wrested free from the now tired teammates holding him up and jumped on his feet, almost collapsing as his knees felt like spaghetti from the rough ass play and the built up adrenaline. Adding to the load on his legs were the litres of lube he had guzzled, weighing down on his belly and slowly leaking from his used hole.

He looked over to Louis' team and smiled as their champion was still squatting down, his face red from exertion but the egg nowhere to be seen. Cruel ideation took hold of him and wrapping his free left hand tightly within the length of silicone rope hanging from his mouth, he shouted over to his struggling opponent.

"Ey, Louis!" The rabbit's head turned, sweat on his forehead, and his eyes fixed himself on the lion. Opening his jaw as wide as he could, Axel pulled up with this left hand. Being somewhat elastic, the toy was initially content with just stretching, but after a point it wasn't enough to keep up with the force exerted by the lion's upward pull. Little by little he felt the toy start to move, first up through his throat, then stirring in his stomach, and soon throughout his intestines as elasticity gave way to persistent pulling. His rosy, gaping hole started slurping the toy up like a noodle, barely noticeably at first but speeding up so that the slack length was quickly swallowed into the loose folds and the silicone egg kissed his battered lips. He felt his entire digestive system being gently tugged, from the other end than last time.

Soon a whole foot of slimy silicone had emerged from his open mouth which was smiling a smug, assholish grin, taunting his opponent. His mouth sensed a hint of stomach acid, despite being neutralized by weeks of their special liquid diet. Sickening, thought his normal brain. Jeez, that's hot, thought his lust-filled brain high on hormones.

Gargling and lube from his throat, the switched direction and pulled the egg down using his right hand. Guts that were being dragged towards his mouth were now slackened and then instantly pulled back and towards his slightly gaping hole. Inch after inch of lubed silicone was sucked down his throat until his left fist, around which he had wrapped the toy, was resting practically in his jaws. Axel pulled his left fist up again, this time faster, and gagged and moaned with the overwhelming sensation. Literally flossing his entire body, the kept yanking the ends back and forth, picking up speed until getting to a comfortable rate - in - out - in - out.

The lewd sight made even boys in his own team blush and avert their gaze. Everywhere one could see tenting bulges in their loose, red sports shorts and embarrassed hands trying to discreetly hide their arousal. To an innocent passer-by the scene would have been a foul display of public indecency. Something you would cringe at in disgust if it came up on your social media feed- but to the group of boys it was an undeniably erotic sight, as if under some collective spell. Mr. Andrews and Sarah looked on, impressed and amused.

"Shuckh on thlish, losher", he mocked as lubricant bubbled up his throat and out his lips, and the back-and forth movement of the silicone stretched and squished his esophagus and larynx. Keeping eye contact with the loser he kept grinning smugly as lube coated his face.

Gaah ~~ Shlkkk - flshh -glargle - shlkk - the lewd sounds were audible all the way to the other team, and Axel could hear them directly through his body, emanating from his guts and traveling up his throat to his ears from the other side than normally. His guts bubbled and groaned as they were thoroughly flushed and flossed by the lust-mad lion. Without the drug of victory and sexual excitement, all those sensations would have been vomit-inducing and painfully discomforting, but in his hazy mental state he felt only perverse pleasure from the extreme act.

Louis' face was one of justified annoyance as he watched the insufferable prick perform his disgusting victory dance. Being a good sport, he forced himself to smile.

"Conghatsh man. I guessh the besh man won."

Bearing down one last time and huffing through his nose he felt the egg push against his prostate, changing his expression from strain to shocked pleasure.

"It's coming!" a hyena named Henry exclaimed. This turned the heads of his other teammates previously transfixed on the depraved lion's exotic display, just in time to watch as a trickle of lube squirted through the rabbit's tight pucker like a dispenser followed by the tip of the egg, finally poking through the ring. Moments later it would plop down on Henry's waiting palms and Louis would collapse on all fours, panting but ultimately relieved.

His teammates patted him on the back and helped the rabbit up. Axel had stopped flossing himself and was seemingly coming down off his high horse.

"How do we get thish out?" he looked over at Mr. Andrews. The high of his victory had started to dissipate, and he started to notice the dull, hot pain emanating from his tail hole and a lesser but still noticeable discomfort from his throat and guts, having been flossed unnecessarily roughly and carelessly just moments earlier.

"Depends", replied the older lion with a glint in his eye.

"Depends on what?"

Instead of answering, Mr. Andrews turned towards

"Alright guys, great job from Team Axel! Proper teamwork. The second part is a whole lotta less complicated. What we're gonna do is a good old-fashioned tug-of-war."

A few confused whoo-hoo's from the audience.

"I think we all get the idea, right, boys? All right, take positions as I mark the middle." He grinned, and dug a groove in the sandy earth with his black military boot.

Axel's face lit in excitement - another easy win - he reckoned he would easily beat that wimpy rabbit. Anticipation surged through his veins. All he would need to do is hold tight with his -

And then it hit him. His hole. His poor hole. He reached down in panic, fear building up in his throat and his face blushing with tingling shame. His whole backside slippery and sticky from lube, he tried to feel his pucker. Feeling a loose donut lazily stretch against his fingers made him almost cry. The cord running through his guts and hanging out his hole only touched the bottom of his ring. His aching, puffy lips gaped involuntarily as he tried his best to clench, only managing to gently hug the silicone rod instead of gripping it like he intended to.

Deep regret stung him, he shouldn't have gone as far in the heat of the competition. Having Brian not only fist but arm-fuck his poorly trained rump he had been stretched out beyond use, even if he knew the damage was only short-term - the myriad uses of the miracle lube included, naturally, healing any sex-related injuries. This, if anything, was one of those.

"No toes over this line, understand? Good."

Shaking from dread and anticipation, Axel walked sideways in tandem with Louis until they were roughly equidistant from the all-important groove on the ground. Louis watched him curiously as they settled to a distance where the string connecting them had just a little slack. He wasn't stupid and had also realized his opponent's fatal mistake. Mr. Andrews started counting down in exaggeratedly slow increments:

"Three!"

Axel gulped and tried his best to get his hole into fighting condition. Louis fumbled a moment with his backside and then got into position, legs straight and hips bent to keep his body horizontal to the ground. Leaning with his hands on his knees he seemed worryingly ready and confident.

"Two!"

Straining and huffing, Axel finally managed to get his loose donut to lovingly hug the rod. Guiding with his hand, he was able to manually spread the flare of the plug over his hole like a pancake over a bucket. For a normal anus, the umbrella-like shape of the plug would have been plenty to keep it anchored, but Axel's violated opening?

"One!"

Louis winked at him. What the fuck? Does he know about this?

"GO!"

Grunting through lips parted with silicon, the boys sprang to action. Louis, with a determined look on his face, started steadily pressing back with his legs, leaning with his whole body against the steadfast plug in his rump. It covered the area of his outstretched hand over his backside, and wasn't going anywhere. He stepped back, just a few inches, and felt the toy pull tight.

The feeling of the loose toy suddenly being pulled taut was new to him - he wasn't the one who had been accidentally flossed by his teammate and then by himself on purpose. The sensation of his guts churning made him retch and gag for a while, but he wiped the tears from his eyes and continued his determined retreat.

Axel couldn't afford to be so aggressive, barely managing to stay in place as all his willpower went to clenching his used rubber band. The mushroom-like plug in his ass was precariously bending inwards, sending shocks of panic through Axel. Inch by inch he was forced to take hesitant baby steps forwards as Louis kept retreating in equally small increments.

After a minute or so of vigorous tugging by Louis, Axels paws started to approach the dreaded line in the sand. I aint gonna give up to this little bitch, he gritted furrowing his brow as tears began to well up in his eyes. Locking his knees and widening his stance to what looked like a beginners sumo pose, his slow advance was ground to a halt. Louis knew exactly what to do.

Keeping up his slow retreat, hands still on his knees for superfluous stability, Louis kept tugging the black silicone cord connecting the two through-fucked boys. In Axel's sore back entrance things had gone from bad to worse.

The flare of the black plug was s l o w l y but surely being caved in, stretching his uselessly resisting hole to what it remembered recently being: a ring around Brian's forearm. The flat flare was pulled into a cup shape, and as it got narrower and narrower...

SCHHLORP

Every onlooker could hear the literally gut-wrenching sound. Louis didnt need his ears to read the shocked expression of pure dread on Axel's face. He took it as a signal to resume his retreat, picking up the pace while grinning through his silicone stuffed lips.

The summer air was pleasantly warm, but felt chillingly cold as it rushed in to fill the vacuum left by the runaway plug. The toy retreated deep inside it's wet, warm burrow as if chased by its natural predator. After Axel's poor asshole caved in and stretched almost a foot inwards into his guts, there were no more sphincters he had control over. Nothing could stop what was about to happen, and a small part of his still working mind realized that.

As it traveled through Axel's straightening guts it scooped up the buckets of lube he had ingested in the first part of this sick contest. The growing pressure heralding the plugs ascent built up first in his stomach and then up his throat, first trickling and then flowing from his gaping lips still locked in terror.

Having fallen to all fours he closed his mouth around the escaping rod, hoping to spare him this extra humiliation of being a living cum fountain. To his great relief this set of lips still obeyed his command and formed a somewhat watertight seal. To his great anguish he hadn't paid much attention in biology class - there was a reason he was at Pine Lake and not at medical school, after all.

With lube pooling up in his mouth, his cheeks distended until hydraulic pressure found it's way up and out. Two beautiful, crystal clear arcing jets of lube shot out from his nostrils with a sound of an open faucet. They calmed down as Louis stopped and intensified again as he took another half-step backwards.

The flare had now popped through his lower stomach sphincter - pop - shooting through his stomach to the upper stomach spinchter - POP - and on to his throat which it shot up through like an elevator, bulge clearly visible to everyone. The pressure riding behind the plug dragged almost a foot of his guts into his stomach along with a gush of fresh, cool air, making him feel even more sick, which was quite and achievement. Having literally rearranged his poor insides the flare schlorped out his retching maw, accompanied by a final triumphant squirt from his nose fountains of lube. A whiff of air leaked from his throat and he thought he could taste his own ass. With no more forces acting on him, Axel collapsed onto his aching belly.

"And we have a winner, big cheer for Louis for pulling it through!" exclaimed Mr. Andrews loudly in his booming voice and the stunned boys gradually woke up form their astonished daze. A few claps and yeah boii's rang through the air, as boys shuffled over to congratulate the winner and share their amazement at the depraved sights they had just seen in broad daylight.

Coming back to his senses, Axel's whole body burned with both shame and the abuse it had gone through. It had all been so fucking perfect, he had won already. So what if he used his head for once? What kind of stupid fucking game punishes creativity?

Fuck this, he thought. The endless fountain of petty vengeful ideas inside him instantly provided him with a plan to get revenge on this bitch. With a grim look of determination on his face, he walked up to the rabbit now surrounded by his friends who took turns wondering at his complete penetration and congratulating him on the "epic comeback, bro".

"Hey, this is cheating, his plug is clearly a lot bigger in the, uhh, flare thing", Axel managed to stutter out in his nasal voice, all his face holes still stuffy with lube.

"Look! Look at mine!" he whined convincingly and pointed at his exactly identical plug a few metres from them, laying on the tarp in a pool of lube. Having gotten his distraction, he grabbed the egg shape still hanging close to Louis' tight hole with both hands and began to run.

Louis immediately realized what was happening and surged to grab the egg thief but failed. Falling on his side and rolling to his back he was forced to let whatever happened happen. This was a feeling similar to the tug-o-war, but far worse - this was how it felt to lose.

Metres and metres of silicone spooled into his mouth like the power cord of a vacuum cleaner. Axel ran and ran, and the flared plug that was in his ass just moments ago drew threateningly close to his rival's open mouth. Plopping into his jaws it momentarily latched on his face, Louis extracting a glimmer of hope from the event until Axel gave the cord a firm yank with his entire upper body,

With a sickening GLOMPF the flare disappeared down his throat, like he had decided to swallow a pancake without chewing. From his mouth emanated a noise like a stuffy, clogged ventilation shaft, as air pulled in. His eyes filled with tears as he looked around for someone to help him, but the crowd stood petrified from this insane plot twist. Laying on his back, his stomach was visible for everyone and it bulged and squirmed as if it were home to a family of badgers.

Louis could taste Axel's familiar scent in his mouth, being roommates with him these three weeks made him intimately aware of what he smelled like and what hygienic products he used. He could make out his minty brand of feline toothpaste, as well as a strange, citrusy scent, which Louis later that day realized to be Brian's hand lotion, which the slender gazelle used to keep his hands smooth and silky.

Both were, however, overpowered, by a musky smell, which could only be the sweat from Axel's underwear, the dirty bastard wearing the same pair as yesterday's gym class. All of these flavours had been absorbed in to the chemically inert but biologically hyperactive, incredibly expensive luxury lube.

As the plug neared the end of its speedy journey, a few liters of clear lube came spewing with quite the pressure from Louis' unruined, unwrecked hole. That would soon change, as the plug was lodged for a second time in this well-trained body, this time his sphincter. He had time to understand what was about to unfold and cried out desperately at the lion speeding away with the toy like a lewd fireman.

"Axel, please, fuck, stop!"

But the lion had felt the cord come to a halt and without thinking gave it another massive yank with all his remaining strength, starting an imaginary chainsaw.

Even if Louis had superior control over his body, his sphincter stood no chance against an entire angry lion. Schlopping open with yet another disgusting squelch the hole opened wide and the rabbit's poor guts were pulled out like a sock, extending for over a foot away from his body. Groaning with pain and shock Louis knew what had happened even before he levered himself up to see the red, fleshy tube. He felt empty, and for once his pudgy belly seemed somewhat lean.

In the distance Axel fell over with the sudden slacking of the toy and fell unconscious from a combination of exertion and schadenfreude.

Louis wiped his tears, not feeling as much pain or worry as he felt white rage. Knowing that the lube would heal most non-lethal wounds over time, it was still painful and humiliating to have one's insides turned into outsides by a spoiled, narcissistic brat like Axel. When finally the other boys and the staff arrived, anger burned Louis' face as he grabbed the red, pulsating sock and started pushing it back inside.