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The employee break room of Mega-Save was hardly one that struck the employees as extravagant or fancy. The cheap plastic tables that hadn't been wiped down in who knows how long, and equally cheap chairs that lined their circumference were in various stages of bent and worn. While low in quality and with few amenities it was still the break room, the place for unwinding at the beginning, end, or breaks of a shift. After another four hour grind, two employees strode into the room and took seats, tossing their badges and belongings onto the table.

"Well, at least they're out of our hair." Spoke a sighing, clearly aggravated Border Collie, his average sized body plopped into the plastic chair with thud, the badge he discarded in front of him reading ALAN.

"I thought they were going to start throwing tomatoes..." Replied the Collie's Colleague with a smile, taking a seat across from him and tossing his own badge and vest onto the desk 'TYSON' reading brightly in green, custom written sharpie, much more caring than the Collie's.

The pair had been working together for this shift's duration as they had multiple times, they both were the only associates that the management knew they could rely on to take the produce jobs the others either didn't want or weren't old enough to do, a composter is dangerous for minors for some reason. But the chubby, always upbeat and openly feminine Monitor Lizard was always happy to take the extra work, and money, cross training was lucrative after all.

It's not like Ty couldn't use the extra money, bribing security guards on a regular basis to secure private time on the beach with his friends isn't cheap, even if the Autumn season was right around the corner.

"Heh, toes." Alan said under his breath as he chuckled.

"You're so subtle, doggo..." Ty replied, his smile growing.

Sure, he had no genuine sexual activity with his coworker, he didn't feel like being fired and inter-work sexual relations were very much so against the company policy, but there was nothing inherently sexual about the lizard's little teasing, specific movements he provided an open view of most days.

Other employees notice of course, but to them, it was just a person innocently removing their shoes after a long grind of work, applying lotion as a routine skin care habit, nothing to pay attention to, let alone worry about.

Alan was the exception, having something deeply in common with his friends at the beach, and the lizard himself. One fateful day when Alan was still a new hire, he had walked into the break room during the middle of Tyson smoothing over his lengthy, reptilian three-toed feet, his fingers massaging the smooth lavender lotion into the supple heels and soles. The Collie found himself drooling in desire, an obvious want from him that Tyson picked up on rather quickly, but for the sake of his career, he kept it at gentle teasing.

"N- Not my fault...I want what I can't have..." Alan sighed, looking down at his hands which were balled up on the table.

Ty rolled his eyes, the guilt trips never helped the Collie get any closer to his goals, those goals being slowly pulled from the black non slips they were trapped in for the past four hours, the warm, almost fruity scent hitting the talented nose of the canine.

"Yeah well, both of us need money hun, otherwise I'd be a lot less...conspicuous." Tyson winked, scooting his chair back.

The pair were alone in the break room, which made it easy for Tyson to sit back in his seat, and with two heavy, intentional thuds, he planted his large, bare, warm scaly feet directly on the table's surface, giving Alan a wonderful view of every square inch of them.

"Just remember puppy, I don't notice." Ty said with a grin, before turning his focus to his phone, scrolling through his social media of the day.

It's not like Ty had any contention for the Collie, if anything he was excited by it, his perfectly pampered feet were one of his highlighted assets, he spent countless hours grooming, lotioning, deodorizing and otherwise making them lucious and presentable. So if the friendly Collie wanted to get a good, platonic view of them while he relaxed, he hardly minded the eyes, as long as it stayed purely visual.

Alan's focus was anywhere but Ty's inviting, flexing soles, the tent in his work slacks pushing forward with force as he crossed his fluffy canine legs uncomfortably, his brain filled with lustful machinations of what he desired to do. He imagined his lapping collie tongue lashing over those smooth, immaculate toes, his fingers pressing against those heels as he took a digit into his maw...

"Woah, getting comfy are we Ty?" A voice spoke as another fur entered the breakroom, breaking Alan's lustful focus.

Henry, An older Jaguar and assistant manager of the store, had just so rudely interrupted the Collie's daily lustful, hypnotizing glare session.

"Oh yeah, always, I savor all thirty minutes of the time I get!" Ty replied to Henry, with a friendly wave.

Of course, the lustful, throbbing shaft of Alan and the curling, flexing, inviting toes of Ty went completely unnoticed by Henry, it's not like a forty-something fur would be focusing on the lizard's soles, unless of course it was Vincent, the oldest of Ty's private friend group.

"Yeah I was enjoying it too..." Alan said with a defeated sigh, sitting back in his chair as his boner shrunk moment by moment.

His brow furrowed as Tyson suddenly removed his feet from the tabletop, his expression clearly that of disappointment, a pure look of 'shut up' beaming at the Collie.

That mouth of his was such a liability, it's not like Tyson was getting anything in return for his generosity, if anything he was still pushing the gray line of sexual proclivity just to have rude comments like that uttered by Alan, somewhat commonplace.

"Well so-rry! I thought I worked here too, geez, Alan take a chill pill." Henry replied with a chuckle as he unfolded and rustled a newspaper, the conversation ending before it started.

"For real...Chill..." Tyson added, his glare unwavering to his loose lipped coworker.

"Y- yeah...Sorry...Just...a lot on my mind..." Alan said, sighing and rubbing his finger and thumb against the bridge of his snout in stressful defeat.

"It's fine..." Tyson started, a digital chirping emitting from his phone taking his attention from his statement, he grabbed the chirping device and looked over what he had been sent.

Thank god Alan hadn't seen it, he would have been dehydrated with how hard he would have panted, the image filling his screen was quite not safe for work, but as he was technically punched out, Ty didn't mind subtly enjoying the eye candy.

The visual was of his excited, currently lonely and impatient Parrot friend, Jerry, his legs spread candidly exposing his lengthy fully erect avian shaft, with a haphazardly edited caption added over its girth simply reading 'miss ur foot rest?? :P'

Yes, Ty did miss it, he missed all of his friends so dearly, the past few weeks have been so busy he hardly had time to meet up with them, but if all goes well with this next paycheck and time allotted, they would be down in the woods camping together and ushering in the autumn season as best they could, one foot in front of the other.

'Deffo, missin u like hell ;w;' Tyson tapped out in reply, sighing in self pleasure as he smiled, watching the three dots bouncing indicating that Jerry was already replying.

'Well we can't get a fj in the cleaning supply aisle but we'll be at ur cafe when ur done, u wanna meet us'? The message replied.

'Fuck yee! :3' Ty replied, knowing they would be spending a bit of time together, even if not lustfully, was a welcome surprise. While it hardly was a destination worthy of a wonderful date, the store's cafe was open 24/7 which made it an ideal relaxation spot for the end of a long day, all he had to do was finish the shift, and keep the loudmouth Alan off his back.

"Hey there smoothbutt, how was the grind?" Asked a chipper voice uttered from the smooth, curved beak of a Parrot, Jerry, sitting cross legged at his table, raising his coffee cup toward his approaching friend.

"It was hell on the legs as always...Speaking of which, we are still on for Friday?" Ty answered as he arrived at the table, taking a seat near the others that surrounded it.

"Poor thing, and yeah, I talked to my buddy about the campsite, should be all golden for the full weekend." The older Fox, Vincent, replied while spinning his spoon round and round in his tea cup, the metal squeezing against the green tea bag in its hot water.

"You know, that technically ruins the flavor, gotta let it steep naturally." spoke Elliot, the strapping, young mouse who chuckled under his breath at his own critique.

"I don't think you can ruin the flavor of leaf water anyway, it comes pre-ruined." Jerry chimed in, bringing his coffee up to his beak with a smirk.

"Says the guy drinking bean soup with milk, ugh...Shit stunts your growth." Vincent replied with a hearty laugh. Ushering a shared group chuckle from the circle of friends that Ty joined in on, his giggles music to his partners' ears, they may be casually relaxing now, but they hardly were platonic friends as much as it would seem so to the outside eye. One such outside eye, uninvited, walked toward their table and gave a sudden, jarring pat on the back to the unprepared Ty, who's shoulders shot up in surprise.

"Growth? Ain't you a bit old to be worried about growing?" Alan asked, his smug, firm tone unable to be read as factual or sarcastic.

"Beg your pardon kiddo?" Vincent asked in reply, taken aback by the stranger's words.

"Hi...Alan..." Ty said through a sigh, placing his palms on the tabletop, his body language clearly reading he wanted the canine to back off, a language clearly unread by Alan.

"Heyo TyTy, so these are your buddies huh? Heard you had plans?" Alan imposed, straddling a nearby chair over to their spot, sitting awkwardly between Tyson and Jerry, smirking widely and assuming he was one of the guys.

"Is that your business?" Jerry grumbled through his colorful beak, tilting his head in mild irritation.

"Is that a real beak? It looks like you made it out of clay..." Alan snipped back, a mixture of annoyance and humor in his own voice.

"Woah, Alan, be nice...please?" Ty put his hands up, shaking his head as he pleaded.

Alan huffed through his nostrils, he hadn't heard his colleague telling any of the others to be nice when they were playfully tossing insults, what made him a special case of censorship? How rude was that? All he wanted to do was join in with the pretty footed lizard's little clique, it's not like they all just showed up one day and got to play with him right? So why wasn't he able to obtain the same type of chance?

"Indeed, such an attitude is definitely off putting." Vincent added, taking a sip of his piping hot green tea with a pleasured murr leaving his lips. The murr was picked up by Alan's perked up ears, as he smiled in the older Fox's direction with a bite to his lip.

"Mmm, that must be good, what's it taste like?" Alan asked softly, contrasting his attitude toward the same vulpine just seconds ago.

"Uhh, green tea...So is there something you wanted?" Vincent replied, placing his cup down with an audible glass clink, irritation rising.

"Oh, uhh, well I overheard something about camping, figured I would ask if I could join?" Alan asked bluntly, as subtle as a gunshot. "I like what Ty shows me but, ya know, with being on the clock most times I can't touch and all..."

Ty's face went red, but not with affection or enjoyment as he usually did when someone mentioned his delicate, well maintained feet and plump body, he was just laid plain out on the table for everyone to know that he was being generous to someone outside of their group, an unspoken taboo.

"Oh? You...show this kid the goods...Ty?" A mildly jealous Jerry asked, his eyes laser focusing on Alan with disdain.

"N- No not like that, I just relax on my breaks and the doggo likes the view!" Ty answered honestly. After all that is how it started, and pretty much all it had been.

"What do you mean, you put your grippers up on the table for everyone?" Alan didn't help by asking, grinning, confidently. He had assumed that his shared affection toward the lizard's feet would earn him some sort of brownie points with the others.

"Uhh, yeah...Ty, I just don't know how I feel about a new guy joining us for the weekend, especially one with such a lip." Elliot spoke firmly, his well maintained biceps flexed as he gripped his hands together palm to palm in irritation.

Alan gulped, his bravado making way for a bit of nervousness, he clearly didn't want to upset the obvious bodybuilding hunk that was Elliot, the border collie's tail firmly went up between the chair's backrest.

"I uhh...Umm..." Alan whimpered, the eyes of his crush's friends narrowing and looking at him with pure annoyance.

"You know what, sure Alan, you can come." Ty piped up, suddenly, looking up at the others with a smile.

"Huh?" Jerry asked confusedly. "What the hell?" Elliot asked through gritting teeth. "You...sure that's a good idea?" Vincent asked with a raised eyebrow. Tyson kept his mischievous smile widely on his face, he knew exactly what he was doing, this collie started as a friend, just another coworker in the crowd, but step by step both literally and metaphorically, he had gotten more and more under the monitor lizard's skin, his constant nagging, pushing the envelope and loose lips had irritated the otherwise calm natured scaly.

"I'm very sure, besides, why not? We could use a cameraman, or someone to clean up?" Ty spoke softly, patting Alan's back, sending a shock down the canine's spine just as he had done himself moments before.

"I'd li- like that...I think?" Alan whined, replying meekly, his bravado and insults long gone, replaced by a deer in headlights glare that each of the naughty peers had picked up on.

"Ahh, well, you would know best Tyson, these are your gatherings after all..." Vincent, the oldest and wisest, easily picked up on the plans Ty had without needing to ask a word. Elliot was lost, he scratched his head and shrugged his broad shoulders as he conceded. "I guess." He said.

"Sure, fuck it, as long as you keep your words to yourself." Jerry said, tilting his coffee cup backward and finishing the last of his caffeinated drink.

"Y- yeah guys, sorry, just was excited that's all, ya know?" Alan spoke, his voice a wavy mix of careless and nervous.

"We get it...Ty, you got this kid's number?" Vincent asked. "Of course, why?" Ty replied as he retrieved his phone from his pocket. "Once we got the campsite all set up, Ty'll call you, and we can all have a bit of fun." Vincent finished, his hand motioning meticulously between each of the men sitting at the table, but conveniently missing Alan, his implication clear to everyone but the oblivious Collie as he did.

"Ohhh, I get it..." Elliot said, his own subtlety needing work.

"Yeah, yeah...so skedaddle, pup, we'll be in touch." Vincent ordered, his hands returning to his tea cup.

"Y- yes s- sir! You won't regret it, I'll have lots of fun! T- thank you!" Alan said, his attitude slightly returning as he stood up from his seat and not bothering to push the seat back where he got it. "Maybe even more fun than bird-brain over there."

Jerry silently stewed in irritation, snapping his wooden stirrer in half in his feathered hand, his eyes closing. "Right...Didn't Vincent say leave?" He firmly warned.

Alan gulped and nodded his head, defeated once again as he adjusted his shirt collar "Y- yeah, sorry, just, uhh, call me Ty?" He asked as he began walking away, swinging through the doors of the cafe, in a hurried stride.

"So you want to explain a little clearer, I'm still fucking miles away." Elliot asked as the door closed, the jingling of the bell assuring them that the collie was out of earshot.

"Of course...look, I'll tell you all you need to know about Alan..." Ty started.

Over the next ten minutes, Tyson went on and on about the constant rudeness, snipping insults meant as jokes but landing like punches, his refusal to be subtle even when his fetish was revealed and Ty so courteously, innocently teased him a bit here and there, and just generally being a thorn in the side. He also went into avid detail about why he was so suddenly enthusiastic about letting the bittersweet colleague join their well planned weekend outing.

"You mischievous little minx..." Vincent spoke as he sipped the last of his tea, comfortably putting his cup down on the table.

"Well, some problems need a firm solution..." Elliot added, grinning and taking a bite out of the cinnamon roll he had ordered midway through Tyson's long rant about the annoying Alan.

"I'm game, I love getting a bit dirty while we get dirty, hehehe." Jerry added, his chuckles whistling as the avian often did.

"Mmh, that's the spirit hun." Tyson spoke with a loving smile, his hand resting atop the feathery friend's, smiling as his unfortunately shoe-covered foot was rubbing along the Parrot's under the table.

"Hey hey now, let's not get too excited in your workplace cafe yeah?" Vincent observed, patting the table to get the two lustful mens' attention.

"Oh- y- yeah, heh, so...we're all set for Friday...two nights and we have some real fun." Tyson eagerly spoke as he stood up. His friends all stood with him, and shared a delicate hug, their plans in full motion, nothing too much had changed, they simply added one extra step to their activities. A willing participant and spectator, one that may regret what he wished for, because he was going to get it.

-Friday Night-

A slowly approaching SUV pulled up to the front doors of the Mega-Save, the four way hazard lights turned on as it was waiting for the pickup. Tyson raised his head from his phone as he saw the yellow lights shining through the glass doors, he stood up and walked through their automatic swooshing opening before hopping in the back seat of the vehicle.

"Oh, he's not working tonight?" Asked Elliot from the passenger seat as the back door shut.

"Well obviously not, wouldn't it be a bit of a problem if he joined us before the preparations?" Vincent said as he shifted into drive. "Good point." Elliot replied.

In the back seat on the way to their destination, Jerry couldn't contain himself fully, his feathery hands explored along Tyson's work slacks covered lap, playfully groping and rubbing over the smooth lizard's legs and rump, as much as he could while it was sitting on the faux leather seats of Vincent's SUV.

"Mhh, save some for the rest of the boys..." Ty teased, leaning his legs upward, his shoes had been easily discarded on the floorboard, his curling, excited toes relaxing on the center console, giving a warm view to each of the vehicle's occupants with the exception of Vincent, who would of loved a grip or view of the warm, freshly bared lizard toes, but his eyes belonged on the road.

"Yeah, the boys...Don't forget who's who here...I still want that knot in me..." Jerry softly spoke, his own avian foot raising upward, clasping in teasing firmness over Ty's bare, pampered arch.

"Oh I know birdy, and I promised you didn't I?" Vincent chuckled, turning the SUV down a dirt road.

"And our new company won't change any of that?" Jerry asked softly, his hand at this point already stroking through his shorts, his smooth avian shaft barely able to contain its flow of erotic thoughts.

"He called you birdbrain, I guess he'll see what you're capable of with that brain, and body...huh?" Elliot chimed in, chuckling as he gripped over his two friend's individual feet in his broad, muscular rodent hand, giving them a squeeze together.

"Mhh, It's gonna be fun for most of us for sure...who knows, maybe a good humbling will be fun for him too..." Ty went on, moaning oh so softly to the firm grip Elliot delivered to his and Jerry's bare stompers.

"We're here." Vincent said with excitement, as he pulled the SUV into a small alcove, a fire already was roaring, seemingly set for them.

The fire was crackling in a pit, a few logs fashioned into stools had been positioned around its circumference, there were three green canvas tents erected nearby, and a wonderful view of the lake the campsite was situated across from.

"Woah, didn't tell me it'd be all set up hun, I thought I'd have to pitch the tents..." Elliot said with surprise.

"Mmm...already ahead of you there." Jerry said with a teasing grin, the illumination of the rooftop light as the doors opened gave the others a clear view of the parrot's tented shorts, twitching in the open as he swayed his hips.

"Mmm, keep that thing ready for me...I need a good handlebar..." Vincent teased as he exited the SUV.

"Gotta say, that Seven Minutes game sounds enthralling...You gonna have the stamina for that?" Elliot asked teasingly as he removed his shirt.

The four had made their way down to the moonlit lakeside, the moon shone brightly off the water's surface, nature's spotlight keeping their chilly, soon to be skinny dipped lake well illuminated. Tyson was already naked to the air, his pampered toes tapping on the smooth gravel that covered the shoreline as he approached his lustful, gazing friends.

"Of course, I wouldn't of suggested it otherwise, besides I can't let Jer and Vince have all the fun!" Ty assured his rodent friend as he smiled, his lengthy green tail swishing in the air, his perfectly exposed body attracting the gaze of each of them.

"Mmm...speaking of fun, did you tell the dog where to go?" Vincent asked as he waded his own vulpine feet into the water, step by step he lowered his furry body into the chilly lake's splashing embrace.

"Mhmm, he's on the way, so if we wanna pregame let's get to it." Ty said with a smirk.

"Oh you told him to come here? I mean like, Hell, but that works too." Vincent chuckled as he was now waist deep in the clear lake water.

"LOOK OUT BELOW!" Cawed out a loud, pitching voice as a the mid flight body of Jerry was visible in the moonlight for a moment, the fully naked, excited parrot had flown into the air and twirled before landing farther out in the lake with a nosedive into the water, sending a splash and ripples over Ty and Elliot who had barely made it into the water and up over Vincent's head.

Coughing and chuckling, Vincent paddled his way over to where Jerry ascended the water, his beak dripping the clean lake water down its length as he swam to meet the fox.

"You okay? That was a hell of a splash!" Elliot called over, laughing and cozying up to Ty as the lizard worked his tail around the rodent's waist. All four of them now paddling and wading, in nothing but birthday suits enjoying the crisp, cool water around their bodies as much as each other's company.

Jerry fluffled out his feathered head as he paddled around, not the most majestic in the water, as Vincent quickly noticed, briskly swimming over to the parrot as he struggled to wade properly.

"Seems your high dive ain't as good as your doggy paddle..." Vincent teased, the older fox wrapping his arms around the soggy feathers of his friend.

"How would you know, silly, you're a vulpine, not a canine." Jerry giggled in reply, the pair's feet meeting the soft, muddy underwater ground as they approached the shoreline, just enough to be up to their chests, but still submerged.

"Mmm...So I am, birdy boy, and you love it don't you?" Vincent murred against Jerry's neck as he nuzzled his damp snout against it.

"V- very much..." Jerry replied, his eyes closing as he pushed his tail feathers back against Vincent's waist in the confines of the lake.

It had evolved since their initial foot-worshiping beach club days for sure, the group had evolved after that fateful night when Jerry decided his gripping parrot talons would break a rule and move their way right onto Vincent's eager, pulsating vulpine cock, causing the gap that once was present between each individual friend to be bridged. Now they all had a lot less restrictions for the love they showed to one another, each time they had privacy and time, it was not just simple foot play that ensued.

"Look at those two lovebirds...well at least one lovebird." Elliot spoke teasingly as the strapping younger mouse had floated his way toward the water dripping lizard.

Ty smiled, at one point it would have caused jealousy, but now it warmed his heart to see the older fox grinding wetly against the eager hindquarters of the heated Jerry, their lustful groans, caws and murrs mixing together in heated pleasure against the water's reflection.

"Almost makes you wanna join in, huh?" Ty added, his tail swiftly darting under the water to wrap around Elliot's broad thigh, tugging him toward the needy lizard.

"You read my mind, cutie...fuck, c'mere" Elliot groaned, his heat rising by the moment, hardly cooled by the cold water of the lake.

Ty huffed through his nostrils, he was excited for this weekend as well, his smooth green skinned left foot lifting behind him, the right planted on the muddy underwater ground, his toes curling into the squishing mud in pleasure as Elliot's hands disappeared into the water, gripping over his supple thighs.

"F- fuck yes, mmhh..." Ty moaned softly in reply, his thick rear end pushing firmly against the eager twitching exposed rodent cock that was growing inch by inch between his smooth green cheeks.

They kept grinding, loving, fucking passionately under that crisp lake water, the pair of Vincent and Jerry had been balls deep into one another in a flip fucking session, the water splashing around them, And similarly the duo of Ty and Elliot were roughly plapping away in the water's splashing confines as well, they could of kept going for hours in just their water if not for the approaching headlights being a bit of a distraction.

"W- woah...y- you guys are...o- okay..." Alan said with a confused, almost shocked expression on his face as he approached, clad in hiking gear, he clearly thought the camping trip would be a slight bit more casual than full frontal fucking under the water.

"Hey puppy, glad you could make it...go make yourself useful and grab our towels from the duffel by the fire, yeah?" Elliot teased out as he came, pumping Tyson's eagerly receiving tailhole with gushes of his thick, potent rodent seed, trails of the white mess floating to the lake's surface. "Agggh, fuck, take it scaly slut...that's a good boy..." he teased mid orgasm, sending hisses of pleasure through the shuddering, spasming lizard's body.

"U- Uh, s- sure?" Alan whimpered, obeying while questioning why he was doing so.

"Might need two towels, uggh s- shit birdy, I'm c- cumming!" Vincent growled through his pursed lips, his teeth bare as his knot firmly pushed forward into Jerry's beckoning avian hole, rutting into the parrot as his torrential first breeding was delivered.

-Two Hours Later-

"T- This is really a game y'all play? 'Seven Minutes in Reptile Heaven' seems so cheesy but... D- Do I eventually get a turn...?" Alan asked, his body half naked, his shorts and boxers still remained, he veinly got himself barefoot thinking it would up his chances of joining the fun, forgetting he was initially uninvited. "Yeah maybe, but right now it's clearly Jerry's turn." Elliot said with a smirk, sipping from his can of cheap beer as he kneeled near the closed green canvas tent, the ropes shaking slightly from the passionate, raw, heated fun that was occurring within its walls.

"I just...ya know...don't really understand how it's played at all, it seems like you guys just go in and yiff Ty, without rules or whatever, why do I gotta wait?" Alan whined, his canine cock pulsating warmly in his boxers, denied, confined.

"You're the new guy, right? Consider it initiation." Vincent grinned, his own shaft was well milked moments ago in this same 'game'.

Inside the tent, Tyson was laying on his back, both legs parted and upward, his silky smooth, toe-spreaded feet were being firmly thrusted between by the heavily breathing Jerry, his twitching red avian shaft was fucking those soft green soles like they were a hole of their own.

"T- that's a good birdy, f- fuck, mmh, f- fuck my f- feet!" He cried out, moaning through his encouraging words.

While music to Jerry's ears, it was pain to Alan's, the Collie whimpered loudly, hardly able or wanting to contain his disappointment in this situation, his humiliation growing by the moment, at this point all four of the close knit group had fucked, came, or otherwise enjoyed company but there he was, clothes still firmly attached as he was ordered, body denied of any pleasure. His mind raced with desired thoughts of how badly he wanted those soft, often exposed feet of Ty's around his own confined cock, hoping his turn was soon to arrive.

Jerry let out an echoing loud caw, his hands firmly gripping around the ankles of his foot focused friend, his avian tip twitching in the open air as cum dribbled from his spent shaft, spattering down onto Ty's eagerly accepting feet, his toes spreading in pleasure as the seed soaked between the curling digits and down his arches.

"G- Good birdy...f- fuck yeah..." Ty coaxed on, working his heels against the base of Jerry's shaft, milking each drop of the spent parrot's seed.

After a few minutes of savoring the exciting time, the zipper of the tent opened and the door flap fell open, the stench of foot-fucking and various positions that have happened in the past few moments hitting the cucked puppy's snout with a whimpering disdain.

"I- Is it my turn now?" Alan whimpered, his sighs growing nearly as much as his fully tented shorts.

Ty grinned devilishly for a moment before shaking his head, feigning a sad face as he shrugged. "I'm sorry, maybe tomorrow...I'm kind of exhausted after all this, gotta get some sleep..." The monitor lizard lied, he absolutely had the libido to go further, but the cocky, surefire dog needed to be knocked down a peg, and the plan to do just that was working perfectly.

Ty laid back on the pillowy pads lining the tent he had filled with debauchery with each of the friendly partners sans Alan, closing his eyes, fully naked, cum dripping from his toe tips, tailhole, and down the side of his lips, hissing softly in pleasured bliss, his lengthy shaft deflating against his supple pot belly. "Goodnight boys." He teasingly spoke.

As Alan whined and got up to his feet, he felt a pang in his chest when Ty, intentionally, wiggled those cum soaked toes in his direction, searing into him the humiliating denial he was already reeling from.

"Y- yeah...night, Ty..." He whined, defeated, as he slowly walked toward his own sleeping spot, the corner of the third tent.

-The Next Day-

Alan's eyes peered open slowly to the sunlight beaming through the tent's roof, his body slowly rising as he rubbed his face, letting out a yawn, he hadn't slept very well considering his pulsating member not allowing him much comfort as he dozed off.

"Guys...?" he called out, when he realized his tent, formerly filled with Jerry and Vincent, Elliot preferring his own sleeping space, was empty.

'Ohhh fuck yes, just like that you dirty lizard...' He overheard from a distance away.

Exiting the tent, the words only grew louder, more derogatory, more pleasurable, filled with moans and grunts of various species, all emitting from Ty's tent.

'Oh god curl em just like that...fuck...gonna bust you keep that up...gooood boooyy...' another voice groaned out.

Dreading what he was about to see, what he was denied from, what he yearned so badly to join in on, Alan peered over the mesh roof of the tent, sneakily, slowly as to not alert the occupants of his presence.

Inside, his eyes were met with the sight of a writhing, pleasured, and incredibly slutty Ty, his body being used three times over, from underneath with deep thrusts, Elliot was balls deep inside of his reptilian tailhole, his maintained six pack dripping sweat as he kneeled, thrusting his hips against Ty's with loud, wet slaps echoing through the tent. From above, deeply inside the hissing, moaning mouth sending vibrations along his cock was Vincent, his knotted vulpine shaft buried firmly to the tonsils down Ty's slurping maw. And behind Elliot, the lizard's legs wrapped up around the mouse's back, was Jerry, his avian member pulsing, what inches weren't firmly between Ty's gripping soles and splayed pedicured toes, throbbed in the air, dribbling pre down onto the muffled accepting scaly.

The Collie could only gulp, what was he to do? Suddenly intrude and expect to join? No, they already had him on thin ice, the last thing he wanted to do was ruin his chances further, they all thought he was asleep still, might as well just enjoy the show.

They did indeed think the Collie was obviously sleeping, as the warm, teasing words of Jerry uttered out carelessly while his cock violently thrusted between those accepting, delicate soles.

"Fu- fuck...Thank God that dumbass dog isn't up our asses for one session, I know you wanted to fuck with him but goddamn his whining is annoying." He bawked out, grunting in pleasure as he did.

"Not as deep up our asses as I am to our little slut TyTy right now." Elliot added, humiliating the dog further unabashedly while he plowed in and out of Tyson's gripping, tight, velvety depths.

TyTy...god damn they just had to use the same nickname he tried so hard to assign to Ty himself, they knew exactly what they were doing, and it seemed that they were loving every moment of it, he had been lured into humiliation, his wants and desires ashed out in front of him.

"H- Holy shit, he's sucking my f- fucking soul out...Ty baby I'm right there." Vincent snarled through his teeth, his orange furred waist obstructing the beautiful, cocksucking face of Tyson from Alans' view entirely as he knelt down, rutting his shaft balls deep into the lizard's slurping maw, his knot firmly popping between his groaning, vibrating mouth.

Alan was paralyzed, like a train wreck he just couldn't look away, his heart was crumbling with disappointment and humiliation, his eyes watered with yearning want, as he watched the trio lustfully plowing into every orifice and between the soft, eagerly stroking feet of the Lizard he lusted for so dearly each day at work, his denial a direct result of his own hubris, he could do nothing but silently whimper, watching what he painfully realized he would never be a part of.

Tyson, screaming around Vincent's orgasming shaft, as each thick, hot spurt of fox seed shot intensely down his accepting throat, the groaning, spasming lizard's body tightened like a vice around Elliot's own raw shaft, sending the muscular rodent into blissfully moaning orgasm himself, raw mouse cum flooding upward into Ty's well used, stretched tailhole, his guts creamed from both directions by his loving friends.

Jerry pulled his cock slowly from between the pre soaked, maintained feet, panting as he did, stroking his shaft intensely in his feathery hand. "Pull out." He ordered Elliot, panting in bliss.

Elliot did so, his wet, raw, cumsoaked cock pulling out with no resistance, the loosened, leaking hole of the fucked silly monitor lizard invitingly quivering as the mouse's load leaked from it. Jerry licked his beak and lined his shaft intentionally with the stretched raw tailhole, pushing his hips forward and rutting himself deeply into Tyson, letting out a caw as he began pumping his achingly hard cock into his friend's sloppy seconds.

"You, fucking, slut, such a good boy, but OUR good boy, no smelly dog gets this hole, it belongs to us, YOU belong to us." Jerry dominantly cawed, his average build body pushing down firmly with every sloppy wet thrust, his eyes narrowing as he made eye contact with Tyson, the moment that Vincent pulled his knotted shaft out of the hungry lizard's mouth with a squelching pop.

"Ghhhggg...y- yush ah am" Tyson barely was able to manage a reply, his gargling mouth full of Vincent's potent load, his swallowing following his gargled reply. "A- all yours."

Alan finally was unable to continue, he recoiled from the tent and took a few steps away, walking firmly toward his car, defeated, and starting to sob as he planted himself in the driver's seat, whimpering as he turned the ignition and backed up.

With a pleasured sigh, Vincent looked through the same mesh ceiling that Alan had purveyed the spectacle through, watching as the defeated, ignored canine left the campsite without a word.

"Looks like he got the hint, TyTy." He spoke softly down to the still being ravaged Tyson.

"S- stop calling me that if he's gone, it's s- so fucking gay..." Ty eagerly replied with a moan, Jerry rutting into him deeply, the telltale warmth of an orgasm rushing deeply into him, the interspecies mess breeding inside of him deeper.

"F- fuck yes...Uggh, s- slut is a much better nickname for you anyway..." Jerry said, as he finished breeding his load into Ty's eager hole, winding his hand back and delivering a warm, wet slap to his sweaty, well used asscheek, cawing in pleasure as he and Elliot's seed mixed inside the freely used lizard.

The weekend finished just as they planned it initially, just the four of them, savoring every position, orgasm, game, snack, and generally the company, without the prying insults or pitiful desire of the arrogant canine's incessant presence. Just how they all wanted. When Tyson returned to work that Monday, he found Alan to be silent toward him, his looks as brief as they were toward the Monitor Lizard were quiet, ashamed, distant, and much less arrogant. And needless to say, Tyson's shoes stayed firmly around his coveted feet in the break room from that day on.

Just as Tyson had planned. Vincent was right, he was a mischievous one, but perhaps this humbling lesson would keep Alan in his own lane.

And if not, they could always use him again, he made a semi decent towel-boy.