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The video was streamed, torrented, zipped, anonymously hosted, and slapped off of youtube about two hundred times for inappropriate content. It had changed hands under many filenames, but most commonly, it was titled simply "ChibiKnight - Hostile Takeover."

While the video was readily available to anyone that knew where to look, to truly appreciate just what was happening, one had to know a little about ChibiKnight and Street Games. As record labels go, ChibiKnight was the best rap label around that hadn't gone corporate-- and some would argue, simply the best around. Their music was smooth and powerful, and all the voices on staff worked closely with the owner and star of the label, the sharp-minded zebra Hendo.

Not everyone enjoyed ChibiKnights' beats, however-- the second most popular independent rap label was Street Games, a collection of artists that peddled the dirtiest rap on the street. No subject was taboo with them, and they reveled in the controversy they stirred up around their latest obscenity-laden tracks. Most fans ended up going one way or the other-- following ChibiKnights' sweet music or Street Games' down and dirty approach. Dash, the darkly beautiful wolfess that had founded Street Games, was not content with second place on the charts, however.

Dash and her crew started calling out ChibiKnight in their music videos. They mocked them and claimed that nobody at CK knew what it was like on the street, that they were just spoiled kids and posers. That they were all virgins. Hendo just grit his teeth and kept on making music even as the fans begged for CK to put them in their place. Street Games was tearing them apart, and getting more daring with every new release. But everything changed with the release of their song "Virgin."

One night, Hendo's girl Violet was grabbed off the street. A handful of guys held her down and filmed her. The next day, their song was online, laced with snippets of the men mocking her for not knowing what a dick was, of a familiar voice whimpering and screaming. The music video faded out with a shot of the purple pussycat laid out on a bed, nude, eyes blank. Dash sent a shout out to Hendo that she'd had his girl broken in a little for him.

ChibiKnight was silent. The fans wanted blood. They wanted Street Games bleeding in the street. Hendo stayed by Violet's side in the hospital. A few weeks later, CK made their first non-musical release: about an hour of straight, unedited footage. Hendo explained that he'd decided it was time for a "hostile takeover."

His clever little smirk was the first shot on the video. The zebra was modestly handsome, and bore a powerful build. "We rolling? Alright." Zooming out, the label owner was sitting in the back of a good-sized limousine, surrounded by his staff of artists. To one side of him was his love, Violet, her eyes down. To the other side of him was Hicxbi, a fox with a green and white coat of fur that had knotted his fingers together more out of excitement than anything, watching the zebra. His was arguably the fastest tongue in the business. Across the open space sat the other three talents of ChibiKnight: Truce, the tabby leaning on her knees and watching out the window, laid out the most hypnotic and relentless sessions without batting an eye. Kingpin, a red dragon with an ever-present subtle smirk and his arms folded casually, was a master of rhyme and did just about everything with a flourish. And Kayla, the youthful wolfess looking around uncertainly, was the new hire with a golden voice, supplying the sweetest tunes for their tracks. The cameraman must have been sitting up in the limo's cabin and sticking the camera through the window.

The zebra leaned forward, settling elbows on his knees and looked around, meeting his crew's eyes. "I've been patient with Street Games. Real patient. They tried to get us riled up, get us in a mudfight, but we're better than that. But what they've done..." He turned to look to Violet, and held out a hand. She grasped it, meeting his eyes a moment before looking down again. "What they've done to Violet..." his voice faltered just a moment, "is a whole new game. The kind of game you don't fucking play with ChibiKnights." He straightened slowly and kicked a black duffel bag sitting to one side of the space. "So I brought some gear. We're gonna hunt 'em down," he rumbled, a darkness crossing his eyes, "and we're gonna show them just what kind of game they're getting into."

The others were nodding slowly, giving a soft growl here and there. Kingpin was popping his knuckles and his neck, rumbling softly, and Hicxbi was just smiling widely now. Truce sat up straight, her face set grimly as she nodded. Kayla seemed a little nervous, fidgeting with her paws, but she had been more concerned for Violet than anything.

"First step is to check all the places they hang out. We don't want them to know we're coming, so we gotta play it cool." He glanced out the window. "Here's their favorite bar. Hicx, Truce, you go take a quick look inside. Just keep it cool, alright?" The fox and tabby nodded and slid out, and the camera watched through the window as they disappeared inside. A minute passed in silence, Hendo rubbing slowly over his mouth. The door opened, and a young wolfess called Dime slipped out, glancing back before hurrying down the street. "Shit, it's Dash's little sister! She's making a run, grab her!" The door flung open, and Hendo and Kingpin jumped out. They ran her down fast, and the limo pulled up as they grabbed her to throw her in. Truce and Hicxbi jumped in, saying there was nobody else there, and the limo took off.

"Oh my god, don't hurt me!" She was panicking, laid out on the floor of the limo. Hendo had cuffed her in a blink, and she was still struggling against the bindings, looking around at the darkened faces surrounding her. "I-- I swear, I didn't have anything to do with it! I thought it was a terrible idea, but they wouldn't listen. Please..." She'd always played tough on the videos, but she was singing a different tune now.

"Shut up." Hendo's voice was flat as he leveled a heavy handgun in her face. Her voice crinkled and died in the middle of a gasp for breath. The zebra turned his head to give his pussycat a tender look. "Violet?"

The purple-furred feline's eyes flicked from Hendo's to Dime's, and stared for a while in silence. The wolfess was starting to shake, tears forming in her eyes. "She wasn't there," she finally murmured.

Hendo's head swung around again. "Alright then. Good news for you, little puppy. If you tell us what we want to know, you'll be let go safe and sound. Sound like a nice deal?"

Fighting back tears of terror, the wolfess nodded.

"Alright. I want to know where all the Street Games crew is right now. Including that bitch you call your sister." He cocked the gun.

"The Top Drop! They're out clubbing. Please, I don't... I never..." She shook her head.

"All of them? You lie to me, bitch, I'll...!"

"W-wait! Dash and Star are back at the house. They wanted the place to themselves. Just... please... don't hurt my sister."

"I'll do what I want with that cunt. Stop the car!" The limo screeched and swerved to the side of the road as he grabbed the wolfess by the arm. Hicxbi opened the door and led them out. The camera followed through the side window as they dragged the girl over and uncuffed her-- only to wrap her arms around a tree and cuff her again, her back pressed tight to the trunk.

"H-hey! You aren't gonna leave me like this?!" Now that they weren't pointing a gun at her, her attitude flared up again already. "Y'all better untie me, this isn't funny!"

"Bitch, deal with it. If we don't find your friends, we're gonna be back for you." The car door slammed, and they were off again. "Get us to the Top Drop. Fast." The limo peeled out and ran a light, and the cameraman gave a little yelp, jouncing around a little. Hendo laughed. "You alright up there? Come on, it's time for the plan." The view swerved around to the back, where the crew jostled a bit from side to side as the limo swerved and charged down the streets. "Alright. We're gonna set these guys up and get 'em in the car before they even know what's going on. Hicx and I will go in packing. I know these fools. Dash and Bull are the only ones in the lot with any real balls. If these guys see us flashing hardware, they'll drop out in a heartbeat. That's when our tech squad boy takes over," he gestured to the camera, "he and I planned this out in the hospital. You remember what I told you?"

A timid voice piped up from behind the camera. "Uh, well, yeah, but I mean, are you sure--?"

"It'll go perfect, just trust me. They'll be looking for a ride right then, but they won't be expecting Truce and Kayla inside-- or the two of us and Kingpin coming up behind them if they get cold feet. We'll cuff 'em and roll. Got it?"

Truce had her arms folded, frowning. "We're taking them with us? Why don't we just shoot they asses? All they deserve."

"No." Hendo smiled coldly. "They deserve a lot more." A chilled moment passed in silence. He glanced out the window. "We're here." The limo gave one more violent swerve and skidded to a stop. "Take your places. Violet?" He paused just a moment, laying a hand on her arm. "You just stay right here. Anybody gives you a funny look, go ahead and shoot them, alright?" She blinked, and shook her head a little. He chuckled. "Alright, I'll shoot 'em for you, if it comes to it. You just take it easy." He slid out of the car, and the camera jostled and slipped out of the limo. Hicx and Hendo stuffed guns in their pants where they were obvious and stepped inside, and Kingpin looked around a moment before reclining against the wall to one side. Quiet set in, and the cameraman's nervous breathing seemed to fill the audio. Along with a quiet, nervous mumble now and then. The red dragon just smirked at him and shrugged.

Finally, the door burst open, and a dalmatian by the name of Don emerged. He was the biggest trash talker of the group, constantly building himself up as the pimpest of pimps. Right now, he looked a little panicked. Behind him, two lionesses with nearly matching features emerged confused and annoyed, demanding to know what was going on. Cio and Tio were the sweet voices to Street Games' hard tracks, and were prominently displayed whenever eye candy was needed. They were twins, though Cio had an especially prominent rear end and Tio's chest was large enough to keep her always a little bit off balance. Many supposed they'd gotten plastic surgery, though the diehard fans would never believe it. Bringing up the back with frantic little pushes was Q, the faux artistic member of the lot-- he took any opportunity to claim that he was enriching the ghetto culture with his songs, but this never seemed to amount to more than a prodigious amount of swearing and references to breasts. The procession was a mess of confusion drifting hurriedly from the club-- only to stop dead when they spotted the cameraman and the limo.

"W-whassup, Street Games!" The cameraman faltered a bit at first, but he seemed to get into it surprisingly well. "MTV wants to interview the best talent in the biz, and everyone knows that's you! We brought a limo, care to come for a little ride?"

The four took a moment to react. Q swore quietly, and the twins bounced a little in excitement, giving big smiles for the camera. Don cleared his throat, glancing back at the club. "Yeah, fo' sho'! Always a pleasure to talk to the fans. Let's roll!"

The camera slid over and a black paw grabbed the door, opening it for the confused cretins. Don stepped aside and waved the twins in hurriedly, who stooped down to step in with giggles and more practiced little smiles for the camera. Those giggles cut off when they were inside, though, and the two cried out before a couple rough thumps cut them off. Don spun around and leaned in to get a look-- and Kingpin whacked the canine's head against the door frame before slapping him in cuffs and hauling him in. The camera whipped around to find the little ferret in the grasps of Hendo and Hicxbi. "Shit! Shit! Motherfuckers!" His feet swung as they easily picked him up and cuffed him. Everyone jumped in the limo, and a fresh screech of rubber sent them on their way.

By the time the camera swung around into the back of the limo again, the four were laid out on the floor. Hicx, Truce, and Kingpin all had guns out. Don must have tried to put up a fight-- Hendo had him pinned with a knee on his chest and a barrel jammed against his forehead. "Don't. Fucking. Move." Don stared up at the zebra's hardened face a long moment before finally going limp. Without looking away, Hendo called, "babe? Were these piles of shit involved?"

Violet had folded up her legs against her, and she looked over her knees at the collection of low-lifes. She tried to talk several times before she finally managed to murmur, "the girls, they tricked me into coming. The guys... they... both..." She looked at them a moment longer before her gaze flicked out the window.

Hendo let a heavy breath go. "That's it, then." Truce pushed the tip of her gun into Q's face. He whimpered and tried to shift away, and she jammed the barrel in his mouth. Kingpin gave a fretful frown at Cio, glancing over her heaving chest, though his aim never faltered. Hicxbi just smiled at the shaking Tio, staring down his barrel at her. Hendo heaved Don onto his chest and pinned him again, leaning over him to grab at the duffel bag. "ChibiKnights." His voice was hard, commanding. He pulled out big, wicked-looking knives and passed them around. "Take off their clothes."

"What?!" Truce looked up, though her gun was lodged too deep in the ferret's muzzle for him to move. The question echoed around the cabin.

"Aren't we gonna kill 'em?"

"What're you talkin' about, man?"

"That can't go on MTV!"

The questions stopped a moment, as most of the people in the cabin turned to look at Cio. Her sister glared at her. "Don't be stupid! This ain't no MTV special, they gonna kill us, girl!"

"Aren't we?" Kingpin frowned at Hendo, palming his knife.

"Oh, no." Hendo smirked. Hefting his own blade, he tucked it under the dalmatian's jacket and easily sliced it up the back. "Street Games humiliated my girl." The shirt split open, baring white and black spots. "Violated her." The canine shivered at the quick slices of that blade. "They've made a mockery of all of us in front of the whole world." The sleeves sliced open, and the scraps of Don's shirt and jacket fell to the floor. "Our lifestyle. Our music. The very stuff of our souls." Even the dalmatian's belt couldn't stand up to that knife, and his pants slid off. "They remixed it and spat on it and dirtied everything we are." The others were getting to work by now, and the sounds of slicing fabric and whimpers accompanied his words. "How fair is it to answer that kind of attack with just killing?" The twins choked back soft whines as their assets fell free of their lewd garments, heavy breasts jiggling as fabric was torn away. "They fucked my girl. They fucked all of us. And it hurts. I say we show them how it feels." The zebra rose and surveyed his handiwork. The dalmatian craned his head around to look up at him, obviously fighting down shivers as he lay naked on the floor under everyone's gaze.

"Hicxbi." The green-fringed fox perked up at his name. "Fuck him." Hendo shifted aside as the fox promptly crawled atop their dalmatian captive.

"H-hey, hold on! You gotta be fuckin' kidding me! Nobody fucks the Don!" The canine swung his head around, ears folded down as he tried to find someone to appeal to.

Hendo reached into the duffel bag and tossed Hicxbi something, the fox dropping his pants to catch it. Unfurling it, he smirked to find he was holding a bar of metal attached to a small harness-- a gag.

"Come on, seriously! I-- are you filming this?! Turn that goddamn camera off! I'm gonna fuckin'--" He gagged a moment when the steel bar hitched abruptly in his mouth, setting tight against the back of his jaw and propping his mouth open. He panted noisily, eyes wide as Hicxbi tightened the straps.

Hendo smirked. "That's better. Ah... Kayla?" While Hicxbi and Kingpin had been quick enough to tear off the twins' clothing, Kayla and Truce had split Q between them-- Truce holding a gun to the ferret's head while Kayla apparently took her sweet time stripping him of his garments.

"Mmmyes boss?" Her voice was sweet, though her eyes hadn't left her work-- ever so slowly sliding a very large knife up the ferret's belly to slice open his shirt. By how low the knife lay, it must have been dragging through the ferret's fur and likely nicking at his hide-- especially considering how the ferret quivered, staring at the knife approaching him while trying to stay as still as possible atop his bound arms. Every couple moments, he grunted softly-- likely from a good nick. Kayla just smiled at him.

Finally, the blade cleaved through the collar of his shirt, letting it fall open as the ferret heaved a sigh of relief. Drawing a soft breath, he murmured "fu--!" only to cut off, his breath caught in his throat as the wolfess stabbed into the crotch of his pants-- just missing a certain mark, by the way he slumped after a moment.

"Now for the pants!" Kayla announced, and started slicing her way up the ferret's front as he whimpered.

Hendo blinked, shifting back a little "Uh... never mind." Shaking his head with a wry smile, he turned to find that Kingpin had already bent the airheaded, big-bootied lioness Cio over one of their fine leather seats, quite ready to take Hendo's words to heart. He had her pinned down with one hand as the other set to laying firm smacks over that generous posterior, each blow setting it into a beautiful array of jiggles side to side and up and down as the lioness giggled and cooed. She didn't even seem to mind her paws being cuffed behind her back. Her position actually left her face quite close to the camera, and she took the opportunity to offer a smile for the viewers, if a bit spoiled when she jumped and yelped at a nice, firm slap on one cheek that sent her rear rolling from side to side.

Seemingly satisfied with affairs in that corner, Hendo finally cast his gaze down on their remaining captive, the pouting lioness Tio. He promptly hauled her over to one of the seats, dropping his pants before taking a seat. The lioness hardly landed on her knees before he shoved her face into his crotch, two weighty balls snugging around her muzzle as dark, equine meat slowly spilled over the top of her head. He tilted his head a hint to look her in the eye with a smirk. "You can suck it, or I can fuck your ass dry, girl."

A high yelp punctuated that ultimatum-- the dalmatian was rearing up desperately, shaking all over. Hicxbi had long since stripped down to his unusual fur coat, and he seemed to be taking his time teasing the nervous dalmatian. He'd spread the canine's ass to give the camera as good a shot as possible, and he'd lean in to just poke Don's pink, puckered hole with a foxdick and the dalmatian would shiver all over. Soon, the fox was grinding in against that virgin tailhole, wearing a big grin --much as he had all day-- as he worked the dalmatian open with nothing more for lube than his own precum. Finally growing a little impatient, the fox had given one good jab, wedging the dalmatian's ass open and jamming his cockhead inside in an instant-- pushing that sudden yelp from the terrified canine. Hicxbi smirked as he let those black-spotted cheeks fall shut around his shaft and deliberately wrapped his paws around the canine's hips. Another firm push squeezed a fresh yelp out of the bound dog, and another after that as the fox steadily worked his meat deep into that freshly de-flowered ass.

The commotion had drawn Tio's eyes just a moment-- and when they returned to the zebra's, he was smirking all the more broadly. She reared up and caught the floppy zebra dick out of midair in her muzzle, quickly drawing the swelling log of meat deep into her muzzle with a loose slurping noise. Hendo chuckled slowly. "Thought so."

Across the cabin, Cio was certainly going along the plan with much more enthusiasm. Kingpin was grinding a heavy dragon cock deep between the lioness' plump cheeks as he pulled off his shirt, unveiling his golden-scaled, practically chiseled chest as the muscles in his belly gave slow flexes in time with his grinds. By the time he shifted his hips back and guided the tip of that dark purple shaft between her legs, the lioness was panting and peeking over her shoulder anxiously, seeming to have forgotten the camera altogether. A firm shove of the dragon's hips, and the lioness moaned shamelessly, slumping on the seat as the dragon pushed home with a low chuckle. Two generous, dull gold cheeks spread plumply against the slightly shimmering gold of the dragon's hips as they ground in tight, a growl threading in Kingpin's throat as he drew to pound in a second stroke.

Off to the side, Kayla and Truce had finally gotten around to stripping their ferret naked, but they seemed disconcerted. Despite all the perilous knifework Q had found himself under, he'd managed to grow hard under the two girls' attention-- and they found him disappointing.

"He's not very big, is he?" Kayla bluntly put down the problem as she frowned at the ferretdick twitching lightly between them. The ferret was actually rather average in endowment, but the girls had high standards.

"Nope." Truce frowned. "Not even as big as Hicxbi. Let alone Kingpin or the boss." While the bright green fox dick working its way firmly in and out of the dalmatian's ass was no destroyer of worlds, it was certainly on the plus side-- much to Don's dismay. From the first glimpse, Kingpin would obviously never have to worry about adequacy down below, and Hendo did his equine heritage proud, giving the poor lioness on the receiving end quite a hard time keeping up with his prodigious length.

"Th' fuck you bitches talkin' about?" The ferret huffed, finally finding his voice again. "Ain't no lovin' like Q lovin', jus' gimme a fuckin' key and I'll--"

"Did Hendo have another one of those gags?" Truce leaned to try and get a look in the duffel bag.

"I'll check!" Kayla nodded and slipped around the red dragon, stepping over a whimpering dalmatian to dig into the bag a bit. "Yep! Hey... I think I know what this is! This could do the trick!" She returned with a bright red ball gag and a small metal band designed to be adjusted with a screw. She passed the gag off to Truce, who promptly saw to plugging the ferret's most annoying hole as Kayla considered her little device. After nodding a little to herself, she carefully slid the band down over Q's slowly flagging shaft until it sat firm and a little snug at his base. Hefting her knife again, Kayla delicately tightened the screw, drawing the band tighter and tighter around the ferret's shaft. He grunted slowly as his shaft hardened again-- and slowly swelled larger.

"That's a little more like it." Truce tilted her head, watching with a smirk as the ferret grew, gaining another inch or two thanks to the toy.

Kayla smiled, looking the bright red, throbbing cock up and down a couple times. "I wouldn't mind having a ride on that..." Truce arched her brows, and laughed softly as Kayla delicately slipped her paws under her skirt and slid off a pair of rather skimpy pink panties. She swung a leg over the ferret to face the camera-- and not face Q as she straddled him. Shuffling up with a shy little smile, she slid over the ferret, letting his shaft disappear under the drape of her thigh-length skirt, leaving just two brown ferret nuts visible as she maneuvered her hips and gave a soft gasp. Q moaned through his gag as the young wolfess' hips sank, her paws sliding down to grasp at his legs for support. Closing her eyes, the wolfess slid down until she was firmly seated in the ferret's lap before sighing and smiling to herself.

"Not bad, huh?" Truce smirked, watching the usually shy girl have herself a little fun.

"Not too bad..." the wolfess murred as she gave slow rolls of her hips, grinding side to side and pushing down against the ferret. "Still not as big as the guys, but he'll do... ah!" She blinked, and stopped. "I... I think he just came!"

"Just like that? Fuckin' pussy." Truce frowned at the gagged ferret, who had closed his eyes tight, a hint of red showing in his cheeks.

"Mmh... it's alright, though..." Kayla smiled slowly. "The ring is keeping him nice and hard." She started grinding around again, firmly pushing back and forth several long, luxurious moments before starting to push herself up and slam down against him. She was cooing softly to herself, getting her balance and letting her paws rub up her own legs and belly. "Oh! There he goes again." She giggled softly, but didn't slow-- she was going faster and faster, getting into a nice, brisk rhythm riding her captive cock.

With a high moan, a lioness' face reared up right in front of the camera-- Kingpin had seized a handful of Cio's headfur to use for a handle as he pounded deep, relentless strokes into her sweetest spot, his teeth bared in a half-grin, half-snarl. Each driving thrust plastered that beautiful, massive posterior to his hips for a split second before heaving it forward, letting it give one thick, lush bounce before swinging down with what must have been incredible force-- only to splash against the next blow of those hips and get driven up again. Only a dragon as powerful as Kingpin could truly set such a curvaceous ass to jiggling so viciously-- but that didn't stop him from sparing a hand to give her ass a sharp, full-handed smack. The lioness yelped out in pain and giggled in the same breath, her gasps and moans thrumming audibly with the force of each hungry rut against her backside.

Beyond the dragon, Hendo was getting impatient with Cio's twin sister. The zebra had also grabbed up a handful of headfur-- with which he was dragging the lioness up and down his cock forcefully, since she'd been going too slowly for his tastes. Each time he pulled her down his cock, she rammed tight against a limit-- the broad hammer that was the tip of his zebrahood would bludgeon the back of her throat and just couldn't go any further. Tears started rolling down the lioness' cheeks as she gagged on that fat fuckstick each time, her back trembling as she pulled uselessly at her cuffs. Finally the zebra growled, "I know how we can make this work..."

He pushed the lioness off him, and she coughed and sputtered just a second before crying out, "you're too fucking big! I can't swallow something that big! I can hardly deepthroat at all, dammit!"

"Oh, you'll fit around me just fine..." The zebra smirked as he pushed her down on the floor and rolled her on her back, settling on his knees himself. At his full length, the zebra's massive prick flopped down atop the lioness, nestling between her impractically large breasts with the head peeking out the bottom of her cleavage. He had to back up a good deal for what he had in mind. Set on his knees, he pulled the lioness' shoulders up and tilted her head as far back as it would go. He only barely had the room, even bending that massive shaft, to squeeze the head into her muzzle. A glimpse of the lioness' eye showed she was looking pretty nervous right now, her chest heaving rapidly as she tried to get as much oxygen as possible.

The zebra promptly shoved to the back of her throat, earning a familiar gagging noise. A swell was already visible in her lower jaw. "That's it... now..." Hendo rumbled slowly as his hands wrapped tight around her head and started tilting it back and forth and side to side. The sharp ridge of one side of that equine cock wandered around under her hide, shifting down a bit and up a bit as the zebra growled softly. The lioness shook all over, her shoulders flexing desperately as her cuffs rattled. Finally, with a firm, wet noise almost drowned out with the zebra's groan, the lioness' throat wedged open and a fat bulge shot down her neck. In an instant, six inches shoved into place deep in her neck-- a shot which hordes of fans rushed to clip into a mini-animation in slow motion: the lioness' dull gold neck flexing with an involuntary swallow, only for the top of her esophagus to suddenly, violently bloat around the flared head of a zebra dick, which shot down that little neck almost instantly before friction slowed it down just short of kissing her collarbone.

Tio heaved and shivered violently, but Hendo just drew a deep breath and hissed, grinning slowly at the camera. Still holding her head tight in place, he gave one firm thrust and the head shoved inside her ribcage, leaving the massive bulge of his sliding shaft running from under her jaw all the way down her neck and into her body. The zebra huffed heavily as he humped in deeper and deeper-- feeding the lioness every inch of zebra meat she could take and likely more than she'd ever thought possible. As he rooted deeper and deeper, her body started heaving with each thrust-- the sheer girth of him and all that throat he was shoving through was slowing him down for all his strength and all their natural lubing. Each time his hips punched forward, her body arched up, those massive, obscene breasts heaving up into the air and crashing down in two messy, jiggling masses of lush, soft flesh, dark brown nipples swinging violently in every direction as the flesh below went through countless reverberations. Slowly, her breasts heaved higher and higher-- both because his strokes were pounding in all the harder, and because Hendo was pulling his little fucktoy's head closer to his crotch, forcing her body up and back as she tried to find some comfortable position on her knees.

"Almost... fuckin'..." the zebra breathed, words escaping him a moment as his hips pounded away relentlessly. The high-stretched chin of the violated lioness was working its way closer and closer to Hendo's firm belly, and the closer they drew, the more vicious his strokes grew. Finally, with a single powerful thrust, the zebra hilted in that wide-stretched muzzle, his heavy balls no doubt slapping heavily to the half-delirious lioness' face-- and a fat bulge shoving out the bottom of her rib cage, just catching the light from between her heavy breasts as they flopped to either side. Hendo swore in a rasp and pulled to shove home again, that bulge disappearing an instant before shoving through the top of the contorted lioness' belly once again.

In the zebra's moment of relative silence, an unfamiliar moan rolled up in the cabin. To one side of the hilted pair, a green-and-white fox was intently pounding away at his own mount-- a wide-spread dalmatian booty. Hicxbi was breaking into a wide smirk as the canine under him bit his lip tightly, but he couldn't stop the moans from coming. Each time the fox's hips drew and ground in a nice, deep thrust, a fresh, shaky moan of unmistakable pleasure drifted up from the de-virginized dog. His eyes were shut tight, and his face faltered between pain and pleasure-- it was anyone's guess how much was forced. Hicxbi had one big clue for the camera, though.

Reaching down with barely a falter in his rutting, the fox pulled up one black-spotted hip to reveal Don's twitching, drooling cock grinding against the carpeting. Don seemed to take a moment to realize he was found out-- he gave a soft yelp and craned his head around to look away, to hide his face as the fox chuckled over him. Hicxbi slowly pulled his mount over partway on his side, effortlessly shifting to rut into that tightness even as he slowly pulled the dalmatian's leg into the air. Spread wide open, Don didn't have a chance of hiding his arousal. Two fluffy white balls slapped rapidly against him and his own draped pair as thick, pink flesh flicked in and out of sight and in and out of that virgin ass. The rough, constant jostling has his balls rolling about helplessly as his shaft swung up and down in time. His desperately twitching shaft flung a thick spatter of pre into his own belly fur as he panted and started to whine, his head craned around as far as it could go, trying to hide in nothing. His precious gambit of denial was wearing precariously thin.

A paw slowly wrapping around the dalmatian's throbbing shaft wrung a noisy whimper from the canine. His head whipped up and he looked back, panting openly, eyes beseeching as the fox's grip tightened. Hicxbi only grinned, and slowly began to stroke, giving him perhaps one out of every three strokes he was taking from behind. Don threw his head down, pectorals flexing and quivering as he struggled at his cuffs. Eyes shut tight, he rasped air through his teeth in short, tight breaths, but his entire body was starting to quiver. Hicxbi growled slowly as he rutted tight to that hole, smirking as he stole a nibble at the back of the dalmatian's leg, earning him a huge wash of shivers all down the captured limb. Pre washed down over his fingers from the throbbing dog cock as a knot quickly swelled into place near the base, and Hicxbi slid his paw down to wrap tight around that knot. Baring his teeth to snarl through his smile, he set into a powerful rut, heaving the dalmatian a few inches across the carpet before he had a tight hold of him again. A howl broke from the dog's throat as he shivered and quaked, and finally, thick spurts of white painted across his own chest as he went off, knotted to a fox's paw while his rear end was stuffed thoroughly.

The fox licked his lips as he watched, only picking up the pace now that his task was done. His hips bored home so fast the video started to blur, his balls battering to the dalmatian's taint as he gave a thick snarl. The swell of a growing knot was only barely visible in the blur at first, but the dalmatian was soon crying out desperately, his back arching and his feet scrabbling at nothing as the fox worked his own knot in and out. Finally, Hicx ground it home with a smirk, making sure to work it nice and deep into that abused tailhole and grinding in against him furiously as he was taken by his own washes of pure pleasure. The fox clung tight to his mount's upstretched leg, yowling and groaning as his hips shoved snug to that tight ass. Don buried his face against the floor, biting his lip tightly as he glanced back.

"Fuckin'... bitch!" Hendo's muttered obscenities drew the camera back as he worked into a proper rut. The zebra had finally slid down onto the floor to do a proper job of it, set on his knees to afford him full swings of his hips back and forth-- which he was taking full advantage of. Each draw pulled an audible slurp from Tio's muzzle as almost a foot of zebra meat forcibly ejected from her throat, only to shove home violently, beating his balls to her face, his crotch to her lips, and the head of that marefucker to the inside of her gut, pushing an exultant bulge out from under her ribcage once again. The zebra had given up on using her head for a hold and now seized huge handfuls of her rippling, rolling breasts for keeping her steady. Hendo was a fairly big guy, and his hands were plenty large and capable-- he still couldn't encompass the massive, overly plump knockers Tio struggled daily to fit into shirts, but he seized up massive chunks of them, letting the excess flesh bulge between his fingers and roll around either side of his hands back and forth as her body heaved with each thrust.

Every time the zebra pounded home, the full, almost terrifying length of that equine cock was clearly visible-- one could trace from the dark, shaggy fur and the black sheath grinding into the lioness' face to the broad, roughly tube-shaped bulge surging up from the soft tissue under her jaw and sliding all the way down her slender neck to her chest. Her ribs were shoved up by an unseen force, and the obscene, circular bulge shoving out her belly lined up perfectly with the thick swell of shaft and that grinding crotch. Not only was the snarling zebra's shaft not bending in the slightest as it reamed through the lioness' body, but it was lifting her up-- pushing her ribcage up into the air with each thrust and quite directly heaving her breasts into his widespread palms. Hendo had reduced this gifted singer's mouth --along with half her digestive tract-- to an oversized fuckhole, perfectly sized to snugly fit around his oversized fuckstick.

If Tio was conscious at this point, she would have been right to worry about snapping her neck, but Hendo was only slamming in harder. His fingers dug into those golden titties mercilessly as he tensed, his fur bristling subtly as his gaze seared over the bitch folded in half before him. A roar surged in his throat as his hips beat in rapid, voracious waves of strokes, losing all pacing to the pure pleasure of thrusting down that tight, strained hole as many times as he could before it was too late. At last, his teeth snapped shut around a vicious snarl and his hips drove the final stroke home, plowing that mile-long rod down the poor lioness' gullet to ram through her gut, her breasts hauled up tight to create a high, taut stretch of her hide between the tent in her belly and the ten cruelly dragging fingers anchored in her tits. At the peak of that tent, a bulge was just visible once, twice, three times-- her hide stretching just a hint further around a fat jet of hot seed before it washed down around his dick to fill in every seam between her flesh and his.

"Yes! Ye-yeah, right there! Oh, ohhh, ohhhhh god! Fuck me!" A high, sweet voice rung out as the zebra slowly relaxed his grip, and the camera swung down to find Cio's eyes almost rolling back in her head, her mouth hanging open as she moaned almost constantly. Kingpin had the lioness squirming in pleasure, her legs spread wide as she took him to the hilt over and over, her massive, luxurious ass almost seeming to glimmer like water in the light with how rapidly it jiggled about under the beating of his hips. "H-harder! Oh, you fuckin' stud, you... you're gonna.. I'm gonna..." Her voice quivered rising higher and higher as her back arched, her belly pressing to the seat as her ass pushed up to present itself to him.

Kingpin stopped suddenly, just short of shoving in again, grinning straight at the camera. "Kids," he murred, "don't try this at home." The frenzied lioness had just enough time to open her eyes again, a breath of a querulous mew in her throat as the dragon pulled out entirely. With her ass perked high, the camera could just barely catch the sight of Cio's pucker opening to the light as Kingpin pulled her cheek aside before a dragon dick slapped against it, wedged a tip in, and shoved balls deep.

A high scream pierced the noisy cabin, the lioness' eyes wide and staring at the ceiling a moment as she quivered. Her body rocked as deep, hungry strokes plowed into her ass, the dragon kneading her hips tightly as he snarled out his pleasure. The lioness gasped, and the most luxurious, lustful moan poured from her lips as her entire body dissolved into quivering, soft flesh. The dragon plowed away, watching her ass stretch and drag back a little with each draw, she gripped his fat cock so tightly.

"N-no wait, not so soon," the lioness breathed, "c-can't cum again so soon nnno ahhhHHAAAAHHHH!" Her breath heaved out in something half between a scream and a groan, and she trembled and collapsed, gasping desperately only to release every breath in a shameless, noisy moan. Kingpin worked her tailhole without mercy or quarter, and she paid in orgasm after orgasm, her body giving that telltale rolling shiver every few moments before lapsing into utter exhaustion once again.

Finally, after perhaps the seventh mini-orgasm on the lioness' part, Kingpin was showing a little wear. His breath was coming heavy, and his strokes were slowing-- switching to deep, brutal poundings that were well on their way to earning number eight. His hands slid firmly up her back, rolling underneath her to grab up her immodestly sized bust as his growls rumbled deep in his belly. The lioness mewled and moaned out as she found herself rising, lifted up by those two big handfuls until she was pressed back against the dragon. Kingpin leaned down with a growl to lap and nip at her neck and cheek until the dazed lioness' head turned enough for him to seize her muzzle in a deep kiss. Her hips jutted forward limply under the force of each thrust, her entire body rocking like a ragdoll as he claimed her ass deep and thoroughly, just a hint of a familiar kind of bulge pushing at the front of her belly as his strokes plowed home deeper and deeper until the dragon's gut finally unleashed a deep, bass growl and his hips ground their final stroke home. Cio whimpered against the dragon's muzzle, her body quivering violently up and down and up again, her dark nipples perking hard between those red, scaled fingers and her sex leaking generously down her legs, leaving two wet tracks in her fur.

"A-again." A trembling voice rose nearby.

"Jesus, seriously? How many does that make?" The camera swung to find Truce sneering down at their captive ferret. "A dozen? Two?"

Kayla shook her head. "Dunno. B, but I think I'm getting close... It's so warm..." The wolfess was heaving herself up and down firmly, ending each fall with a firm grind of her hips around the captive ferret's tool before dragging up again. Her top was pulled up over her modest breasts, letting the wolfess cup and squeeze her own firm mounds and flick claws gently across her tips.

"I guess that ring really does make a guy more sensitive, huh?" Truce smirked, glancing up to the wolfess-- and noticing the camera pointed their way. "Hey, Kayla-- come on, give 'em a bit of a show, huh?"

"Huh?" The wolfess didn't quite open her eyes, and her voice sounded like she'd come back from far away. "O-oh. Uh, alright..." Her paws broke from her perked, hard-tipped breasts to slide down her belly to where her skirt obscured the scene, the tantalizing flap of fabric heaving up and down with her thrusts and only just giving a glimpse of the ferret's balls. Her paws slowly bunched up that skirt at the top, pulling it up to let the light pour in.

Q's balls, as well as all his crotch and the insides of his thighs, were utterly soaked with juices. Excess fluids rolled in pearly glops over his sack and down the insides of his legs to soak into the carpet. Each time the wolfess' delicate pink lips slid down to give the ferret's sheath a messy kiss, fresh juices surged out from between them. Plenty of it slopped up into her fur all around her sex and across her thighs as she slapped herself down tight around that twitching shaft time and again, and thick strings of cream dragged between their hides every time she pushed up. The captured cockmeat she was working over was bright red by now, bulging out around the metal ring half-buried in his sheath.

The ferret's thighs quivered, and Kayla moaned softly. "I... I'm not sure if he's shooting anything, but, but I felt him throb like he came again." Her breath broke in a moan when she'd finally pushed out the words, and her hips started beating down aggressively. Her paws wadded up her skirt into balls and twisted it as she panted noisily, and one could almost see her lips tightening around that overinflated ferret dick, and it almost seemed to squeeze down, to compress under the sheer grip of her as she slid on and off again in a desperate quest for pleasure. Her moans were rising, and she started shifting all about, rocking her hips one way, then the other, making him stab against all sorts of spots inside her as she milked out her own gasps and breathy whimpers. The wolfess' eyes were shut tight as she rolled down to clamp tight on the very base of that shaft, and a deep roll of her hips ground her clit into his fur, almost shoving against his balls as she bit her lip and gave one long, high, sweet moan. A long, powerful shiver rolled up from her hips like a great wave, rolling up her back and through her arms, leaving her mouth hanging open and gasping for air. Fresh juices churned and slopped noisily from between the two, and the wolfess still ground and ground to her toy for a couple minutes before she finally slumped back, gasping suddenly and deeply for air. She almost fell backwards, but Truce lent her an arm and let her down gently.

Those tight-gripping lips seemed to be reluctant to give up an inch of their living dildo. All that was visible between the wolf's gray fur and the ferret's dirty brown was the glimmer of the metal ring, but as Kayla relaxed, a sliver of bright red flesh slowly appeared, and gradually widened. Kayla gave one more deep shiver and sighed before relaxing, the muscles between her legs visibly loosening, and the ferret slid free gradually. More and more ferret dick slid from the wolfess' depths, and the final length that slipped free was startling-- almost half again the size the ferret had originally borne. The ferret was quivering weakly, tear stains in his fur. Half a beat after the super-engorged head flopped free, a thick gush of cream washed out of the wolfess, pouring down between her cheeks to soak into Q's belly fur and roll down his sides. Kayla quivered and whined as it just poured and poured out of her until the ferret had a huge belt of mixed sex juices washing down either side of his middle to pool on the floor.

At long last, relative silence closed over the cabin as the intermingled members of ChibiKnight and Street Games recovered. Soft moans still rung from the women and the recently emasculated men, and Tio occasionally broke into a fit of coughing and sputtering where she lay on the floor on her side. A hint of a bulge seemed to remain in her belly, though Hendo's cock had already mostly retreated into its sheath. The zebra drew a deep breath and smirked. "Alright... good warmup, ChibiKnight. Y'all ready for the main event?"

Hicxbi simply perked his ears, looking up to the zebra with a hint of a smile. He might have been ready for anything if he wasn't still knotted to a moaning dalmatian's ass. Kingpin gave a deep, throaty chuckle, still idly groping his pet lion's tits as she mewled. Kayla barely managed to turn her head. "There's more...?" Truce shifted up into a crouch, the feline's ears perked high. The members of Street Games could only murmur weakly and quiver in anticipation of what the zebra had in mind.

"Course there is. These muthafuckas might've been in on the deed, but the bitch behind it all is still out there with her big ol boy toy." He smirked. "Couldn't call it a night without at least paying them a visit, now could we?" He grabbed his pants and pulled them out from under the gasping Tio. "Driver! Get us to Street Games' place! It's time for the finishing blow." The car's engine gave a dull roar and swerved a couple times before revving up to a good speed. "Get dressed, ChibiKnight. We've gotta look good going in." He smirked again as he pulled on his pants, and while the others sorted out their clothing from the messes of shredded fabric on the floor, he started digging around in his mysterious duffle bag.

By the time the limo screeched to a stop, Hendo's crew was snappily dressed once again, though some of their clothes had gotten stained with juices of some kind or another. Their four captives had been draped in big, hooded, gray robes or cloaks, fastened in the front and with the sleeves hanging empty. From each neck dangled a chain, which was handed to a member of the crew. More chains clinked between their ankles. "Not that I expect much from y'all in the state you're in," Hendo had chuckled, "but I think the tied up look fits ya. Or maybe I just really like seeing it."

It was this odd procession that emerged from the limousine in front of Street Games' studio. A brief scuffle just on the edge of the camera apparently dealt with the man standing out front before he could even start anything, and everyone barged in. The halls were dark, but Hendo knew the way and murmured something softly to the others. The clinking of chains and the rustling of the cloaks rolled by in the darkness for a few moments before a square of light from an open door appeared around a corner. Hendo's silhouette beckoned to the camera, which scurried nearer and followed close behind him as he approached the door, chain in hand.

Hendo stepped into the light, chain trailing into shadow, and the camera came around to peek into the room. The studio's lounge was a large, luxurious affair-- huge, expensive couches and easy chairs lined the walls and circled a massive, circular, crystal table in the center with a massive TV to one side. Laid out on one of the couches was the massive bull known as Star-- his deep bass voice rendered his rapping almost completely indistinguishable, but the fans loved the pure sound of it nonetheless. And crawling on top of him to share a deep, twisting kiss was the black wolfess known as Dash: owner and head rapper of Street Games. She was the only one in the lot that could really be considered talented, as far as most Street Games detractors were concerned. Her selfishness and constant short-term thinking had kept her from really developing as a rapper or a singer, however, and she'd always fallen to gimicks to maintain the fame and success of Street Games. Like harassing their biggest competitor mercilessly and without a thought of repercussions.

"Dash." Hendo's voice was hard.

The wolfess jumped slightly, ears flicking to points, and she slowly straightened, taking a moment to adjust something between her and the bull. She turned to look over her shoulder with a deliberate casualness. "Hendo." She smiled. "Get lost, dear? This isn't your studio, little boy."

He hauled out his captive with a rattle of chains and threw her to the floor at the foot of the couch. Tio gave a yelp, her cloak flying open as she rolled on her side, revealing her naked form. Star sat up, and Dash stared just a moment before crawling off the bull. "The hell do you think you're doing?" She hit Hendo with a stern glare, though her paws were kneading in her pants. Star started fumbling for something under the couch, but the barrel of a handgun jutted against his temple quite firmly. Truce's narrowed eyes loomed over the suddenly sweating bull as he put his hands in the air slowly. Kingpin threw himself on a couch with a sigh, pulling two captives along with him as Hicxbi pulled along the last, also brandishing a firearm. Dash was panting softly now. She might have been on the verge of hyperventilating as she looked around and around, finding her crew in chains, eyes down, and the last two of them surrounded by the grim, armed crew of ChibiKnight. "The... th' fuck do you think you are? You can't fuckin' do this. I... You've gone too far, Hendo! I'll...!" Her eyes darted around wildly, but she didn't seem to be seeing anything-- she seemed to be surprised when Hendo seized her by her tiny designer jacket and shoved her down on the table.

"Too far?" He snarled over the wolfess as she clutched at the glass. "Just what the fuck kind of shit did you think you were getting into when you sent your clowns to fuck my woman? You thought I'd just shrug it off? You thought I'd call the police?"

The wolfess' eyes widened, and she managed a slow smile. "Oh... finally got your attention with that one, did I? No, Hendo. I didn't think you'd call the police. I didn't think you'd even have the balls to go crying to your mama. I have to admit, you've impressed me, Hendo. Too bad." Her arm was moving where the camera couldn't see. Somebody shouted, a gunshot rang out, and there was a loud crack as someone screamed. The camera lurched and swung around to the other side-- to find the wolfess' arm pinned to the table, twisted at a painful angle, with a handgun sitting just beyond her fingers. Hendo's arm trembled slightly as he pinned hers in place, but the wolfess' eyes were bulging in pain, though she couldn't speak-- a large hand was wrapped around her throat. As the camera re-focused, red flared into vision on the zebra's arm.

"Hendo!" Violet cried out. The camera swung around to the purple pussycat a moment, Kayla clinging to her behind Kingpin's couch. Hendo panted softly, glaring down at the panicking wolfess. "I'm fine."

"You're bleeding, bro!" Kingpin leaned forward, hefting himself to stand.

"I'm fine!" The zebra barked, and shoved Dash around on her belly. Cuffs clicked into place, and he rolled her over again. She managed a fresh glare of indignation. "Take the gun." He pulled out a good-sized knife and flashed it in front of the wolfess, quickly dispelling her pretense of having any dignity in the first place. The zebra shot a hard look at the camera. "Take it!" The camera jumped, and a black paw reached out gingerly for the gun on the table. An uncertain mewl rose from somewhere as the firearm disappeared from view. The view closed on the zebra's arm-- he had a deep graze across his bicep. It was definitely bleeding, though his life wouldn't be in danger if he was treated fairly soon. A single swipe of the zebra's knife cleaved Dash's shirt in half, leaving her gasping half a beat later and shivering at the sudden knifework. Or perhaps at the small dark spots that formed in her fur here and there on the trail of faded white running down her belly as her clothing fell open. Her breasts slipped free with a gentle bounce, firm and boasting no more than a C cup. Growling slowly, Hendo promptly slid his knife down toward the wolfess' pants.

"Ah! W-wait!" Dash cried out so suddenly, and with such a pleading tone of voice, Hendo actually stopped a moment. The wolfess' eyes flicked to the camera before meeting the zebra's. "I... you win, Hendo." She looked down. "I'm... sorry. I'll shut down Street Games. Whatever you want. Just... let us go."

Hendo's brow rose. He looked surprised, if unmoved. "Huh. Well, that's real nice to hear, but that ain't enough, bitch. You gonna pay in flesh for what you did to my girl." He sliced through her belt.

"P-please! You can have the others! Star's the one that did the most damage! I didn't do anything. I didn't do a fuckin' thing!" Her eyes were watering. "Just lemme go. I don't want this. Please." Her tasteless leather pants groaned softly as the knife sliced in. "At least turn off that fuckin' camera! Hendo!! Don't tape this, for fuck's sake!" She was screaming, and even with the blade gliding down one side of her crotch, her leg hitched up, getting in the way of the camera.

"Hicx! Get me that bar. With the shackles." Hendo shoved down the wolfess' leg and pinned it just long enough to briskly slice all the way down her leg. Whimpering, the wolfess tried to close her legs tight, but he pulled them open and sliced down the other pant leg. Reaching under her, he took a big handful of her sliced up pants and jerked them away in one triumphant pull.

"NO!!" The wolfess writhed, tears rolling down either side of her head as she blushed brightly and writhed against the zebra's firm hands. A moment of silence, and a rustling.

"Whoa..."

"Th' fuck...?"

"Boss...?!"

Finally, the wolfess collapsed. Down the wash of soft white on her belly, an unexpected sight reared up: a sheath and a set of balls. The camera zoomed in. There was no mistaking it-- that was a white, fuzzy sack full of balls nestled between her thighs, sitting under a sheath-- standard wolf packaging for male parts. A soft murmur rose from somewhere, "again...?" Hendo's fingers appeared in the shot, giving the wolfess' sack a poke and a gentle jostling. Just for an instant, a glimpse of pink could be seen underneath.

"Don't fucking touch me!" The wolfess snapped the words, and the camera jumped and zoomed out. Dash had her eyes shut tight, and she actually had two bright red spots in her cheeks.

Hendo chuckled. "Aw, no need to be shy. Lots of us have got dicks." The camera caught a hint of his smirk before he slipped down. Something clacked softly. "In fact, I'd bet you've got plenty of worthwhile equipment down there." The wolfess gave a yelp as her legs heaved up-- they were shackled to either end of a steel bar about three feet long, suspending her feet wide open. He easily folded her up and in half with that, pushing her legs down till her knees pushed to her breasts. Her hips rolled up, her sack flopping up over her sheath and exposing a small, tender snatch and a pink little pucker. "There, now. What'd I tell ya?" Hendo spared a hand to give the camera a thumbs up, the wolfess' sexes in plain sight. "Hendo approved. What do I care if she's got something a little extra for pleasing the ladies?" His smooth smirk and his sideways glances betrayed his interest in making the wolfess more and more embarrassed-- in which, judging by the flush consuming her muzzle, he was being quite successful. A loud zip between his legs punctuated the announcement.

"Hey, kid." Kingpin called out, and the camera swung around. The dragon waved him over. "You can give me that." The handgun gingerly changed hands, and by the time the camera swung around again, Hendo had discarded his clothes once more. One muscled arm slung at his side, drawing a hand to run along his slowly hardening equine rod as the other curled up, the zebra rubbing his chin a moment in thought. He smirked.

"I bet you're pretty flexible."

The wolfess cracked her eyes open, bleary and teary amidst the slow-fading flush of her cheeks. Before she could voice any confusion, the zebra's hands descended, and her ass lifted up in the air, the wolfess getting rolled back onto her shoulder blades as her toeclaws scrabbled uselessly at the table past her head. "Get around that side," he muttered, and the camera slid around from the wolfess' rising back to watch as the weakly panting canine's head pressed tight to the table and her hips slid in over her head, her breasts squished against her chin and her sheath and balls hanging over her face. With her legs held spread and hanging to the table, her sex and tailhole were the highest point on her body-- on broad display to the whole room. Hendo chuckled richly, giving that black-furred ass a smack, letting it jiggle as the wolfess managed a yelp. And a chuckle.

The camera slid down to her face. It looked quite awkward in that position, but she managed a semi-smug smile. "Look at you, Hendo. You buy a few toys and come bother us, and you think you're the real deal now? You're still fuckin' kids. Spoiled. Don't know shit about the real thing. Now get these things off me..." she jerked at her cuffs, "and maybe I'll show you a thing or two about real sex."

Hendo only had a smirk of his own for her. "High 'n' mighty with her cock hangin' out. Good for you, girl! But I'm fine right where I am." He gave her other cheek a smack, and started rubbing down between her legs, framing her femsex between his hands, spreading it apart for the camera.

"Fuck you, Hendo!" The wolfess snarled below, her body heaving slightly. "I shoulda fucked your prissy lil-- ngahhhah!" She gasped as two fingers plunged firmly into her sex. "Lil... girlfriend while I had the chance! She-- she could be a nice, dirty little slut in no time if she had someone to show her a good time often enough. You better keep an eye on her, or she just might be coming back to my boys! Just you watch!" His fingers worked firmly through her until they started coming out wet, and a glimpse of something else dark pink peeked out below. A fairly average wolf dick was slowly sliding free of her sheath, inching its way toward her face as she rasped and snarled. Purple fur glimpsed by in the background.

The zebra's fingers slipped free with a soft slurp, and Hendo promptly climbed up on the crystal table. That black, imposing shaft swung over the wolfess and her very exposed holes. Dash's eyes widened, her cocktip brushing her chin, as she watched a piece easily twice the size of hers draw close. Hendo reached for her with one hand, and the other thumbed the broad, blunt head of that zebra dick to spread her lips. "W-wait--!" The wolfess yelped just as that pink shaft was popped into her mouth, and the zebra shoved down, hunching over the pinned wolfess to jam that fat piece inside her. A scream burst out around that wolfdick in muffled, shaky pieces as her cunt were abruptly shoved wide open, dizzying volumes of dark, veiny zebra meat sliding firmly into her belly. Dark hands spread on her thighs for support as he pushed his weight down, forcing her insides to stretch rapidly to take inch after relentless inch of him all at once until his balls sat firmly on her ass. Tears rolled down the sides of the wolfess' face as her sheath pushed snug against her lips, her hips forced down tight against her under the force of his single, powerful push. She shuddered and closed her eyes tight, seeming to struggle with the mass forced into her muzzle. A soft gulp was just barely audible.

"Nfff... I thought so." Hendo smirked. "Need a little adjustment if we're gonna go like this, though..." He drew halfway out, black, shiny-slick meat sliding steadily from that distended pussy, before he slowly stepped around-- planting a foot beside the wolfess' face. She yelped and gave a gargled moan as he started to turn inside her, his cock twisting just a hint as he worked his way around to fuck her from the other side-- straddling her thighs, hands taking hold of her widespread ass, and his balls falling to bounce atop her own and roll over them, dwarfing them, as he firmly shoved to the hilt once more inside her.

By the camera's view, Dash had two massive, black zebra balls just barely straddling her nose, the thin stretch of hide between the two resting lightly on the tip of her muzzle. As Hendo leaned up, a dark pink shaft appeared between his balls and her muzzle, the sack looking preposterously large for the modest endowment sliding out of her muzzle. A moment, and a dual testicular eclipse revealed two small white orbs from behind their broad, black counterparts. Another moment, and a startlingly thick, ebon shaft sprouted between them at last, seeming all the larger for its proximity to her own equipment. The zebra's legs flexed slowly, pushing himself up into the air, then dropped to slam him down that hole in one vicious shove all over again. Each time, a cry just started to well in the wolfess' muzzle before she was gagged with her own shaft, cutting off her voice.

Hendo was soon finding his beat, steadily plowing into that stretched cunt to the hilt over and over as the wolfess struggled to breathe. Those dual hammers he called his balls started to smack into her muzzle, bouncing with subtle jostlings that belied their weight and contents. The camera zoomed out slowly, taking in the full form of Hendo doing rapid power squats over his trussed up fucktoy, slamming her full and almost dragging her up with each stroke and draw. A flare of purple announced the presence of Violet to one side-- her original outfit gone, replaced with a black corset and a thong. She was crouched, watching Dash's face-- and the wolfess suddenly noticed, her eyes blinking open just a moment only to spread wide, staring at the feline. At the coiled whip she was slowly wringing in her paws. For the first time on the video, Violet gave a small smile.

A dull golden rear swayed into view on the other side, and the camera slowly opened out to take in the scene on one of the couches: Kingpin, sitting back, one red arm slung boisterously over the shoulders of the slumping, worn out Don, while Cio and Tio both stooped on bound paws and knees to slurp and suckle at the dragon's rich purple pole and the golden orbs nestled at its base. Their rears started swaying in unison, one a little large, the other enormous, rolling from side to side as the two wandered by lip and tongue about the loins of the merrily chuckling dragon.

Far to the other side, on the other couch, the great bull Star had been dragged up into a sitting position, his arms bound behind him against the back of the couch as Hicxbi, Truce, and Kayla schemed around him. Hicxbi had his arms slung around the bull's broad shoulders from behind, smiling over his head. Kayla absently stroked at the bull's hardon, a creature of impressive size, though still shamed by the gut-stuffing volume of Hendo's equipment. Truce was holding a great, smooth, silver ring up to the light and explaining it to the others. Amidst the slaps of flesh and moans, a few words came through: "...specially... can't cum, no matter..." The other two were soon nodding eagerly, while Star himself shook his head fearfully. The ring slid down menacingly.

A sharp crack brought the camera focusing in on the center stage again. Violet had climbed onto the table as well, and she had given the whip a testing crack at the air, which left her smiling widely as she turned to the other two. She murred something to Hendo, and he nodded, slowly pulling back-- and dragging the wolfess with him. Her eyes were wide and frantic as she rolled further and further, her weight shifting almost onto her neck as her ass slid past her head, leaving her tightly curled in half with her back exposed. Hendo took tight grip of her thighs and kept on grinding deep, powerful thrusts into her stretched-out cunt as he offered the wolfess' back to his girl.

Violet drew a deep breath, eyeing the stretch of black-furred hide before her as she slowly, elaborately raised her whip. A single stroke sliced up that exposed fur, sending violent quakes through the wolfess, her legs kicking at air. Hendo chuckled. "She tightened up! Do that again." A second blow landed, and a third, small tufts of fur occasionally floating off the wolfess' back as she shook. One smart blow set her rear jiggling, and Violet smirked and worked her way up. Dash's rather plump rear was set to shaking and jiggling again and again, the wolfess flexing it tight despite herself as she took the abuse. By the time Violet finally dropped her whip, she was grinning and panting softly. She stepped close and took her lover's lips, sharing a voracious kiss as the wolfess rocked under them with the shove of the zebra's hips. When the kiss broke, Violet murmured something to him again, and he coughed on a chuckle.

"Ohhh, that's it. Suck that piece!" Kingpin was groaning out, his hand wrapped round the back of Cio's head as her lips slid steadily down his shaft till she swallowed him to the hilt, his hips giving a slow grind up off the couch. Tio was leaning underneath to gingerly lap at his balls as her sister's neck flexed and swallowed around its contents at her ear. He ground and ground into her face before finally letting her up, leaving her gasping for air and giggling giddily. The dragon smirked down at her as his spare hand wrapped around the back of Tio's head, pulling her to take her sister's place. She started to protest, but found it difficult with her muzzle full of dark purple cockflesh, and her eyes widened and watered as he slowly, firmly slid into her throat.

Across the room, a high moan drew the camera to Truce, who had finally gotten a piece of the action. Laid back against the bull's chest, she slid firmly down the bull's cock --looking noticeably fatter and bright red with that silver ring firmly nested around his base-- until she sat solid in his lap, a smug smile on her face as she ground that over-plumpened sausage around her insides. Star had a pained expression, his eyes cast off to one side, apparently trying not to enjoy too much-- even as a chuckling fox nibbled at his ears.

A muffled scream and a thrashing drew the camera back to the middle, where Dash seemed to have gotten her second wind-- she was flailing her arms against the table where they were pinned, her legs kicking at nothing, shrill gulps of sound occasionally squeezing out around her cock. Hendo held tight to her ass with a deep chuckle, turned around again to set his knees to her back-- and thumb his cockhead against that pink little pucker. She shook her head as best she could around her own dick, and Hendo only laughed aloud watching her before slowly leaning in, spreading her cheeks wide. His shaft tensed and throbbed against her tiny hole, her flesh slowly giving way, and the wolfess quivered and closed her eyes tight, whining into her own shaft. That flared head was not meant for squeezing in anywhere tight, but Hendo was throbbing hard and intent on claiming this hole-- and brute force was slowly getting the job done. The camera zoomed in as black zebra dick gradually sunk into that recession, first one side of the flare, then slowly more and more, his thumb shoving his own head tight to her at an angle until he could just barely lever inside with a heavy grunt-- even his steely shaft was visibly crushed in that tightness, tapering down slightly at her ring where her muscles strangled his shaft jealously. Hendo snarled slowly, baring his teeth only half in a smile. Leaning down, he steadily fed that thick, black shaft, glimmering with pussy juices, into the wolfess' obscenely warped tailhole.

Violet appeared in the view, blocking the shot just a moment with a smile. "Does that thing have a light?"

"H-huh?" A voice perked up faintly. "Uh... yeah. Um." A moment, and the scene brightened suddenly. "There."

"Perfect." Violet murred slowly, and slid down close to the bound and stuffed wolfess. A purple paw slid slowly over the wolfess' lips, once trim and smooth, now rather wrinkled, almost baggy. "Let's see if we can see..." She hummed as she hooked two fingers from each paw in the wolfess' cunt, and pulled-- opening the wolfess up to the light, exposing her depths, her inner canal for the camera. Violet's fingers slid deeper and heaved her insides apart, and the camera shifted to peer inside, down the quivering, sodden hole that had just housed Hendo's pet monster. One wall had a thick bulge in it. "See that?" The zebra's shaft plunged in to one side, and that bulge pushed down, deeper into the canal. "That's my man right there. Now, let's see..." The camera shifted back, and Violet straightened a bit-- and unceremoniously shoved her paw whole into that stretched cunt. "Yep, I thought so." She smirked slowly, and leaned in to slide her arm in deeper, her wrist disappearing, and those stretched lips gradually straining around her forearm as the wolfess convulsed and whimpered against her cockgag. Hendo gave a grunt overhead, and Violet chuckled. "You feel nice and hot, babe. Deeper." A heavy shove, and several inches of zebra cock slid home. "That's it... Oh, here it is... her womb." She smirked, looking right at the camera. Her arm flexed, and sunk abruptly deeper as Dash screamed, her nostrils flaring just under her own sack. "That wasn't that hard. You must have punched through, baby." Hendo laughed.

"Hrmmm... alright. Why don't you turn around, babe?" Kingpin was smiling down at a pouting Cio. The twins had shifted up on either side of him to smother his cock in their tits, but Tio's size advantage had his shaft mostly buried in her cleavage while Cio tried to push closer. The rather saddened lioness perked slightly and got up, turning that prodigious rear to bear and backing up to press it over his leg, half-sitting on his thigh. Two plush, fluffy cheeks pressed up against Tio's generous cleavage, and the dragon's shaft set to floating between them, slowly wringing breathy moans from the dragon as the two stroked and gyrated over his shaft, titflesh and great, jiggling cheeks occasionally surging up to envelop him completely before sliding down again.

A delicate moan teased the camera to take a peek over at the other couch. Star was starting to sweat, his teeth grit as he watched Kayla carefully lower herself. It seemed he was a little bigger than she was prepared for, and she could only slide down an inch at a time before stopping to moan, one paw rubbing over her belly as the other twisted slowly at a nipple. She panted and worked her way down, gradually developing a slow, looping, rocking motion to grind along that shaft. Star grunted thickly, arms flexing in their bindings as his hips occasionally jerked upward.

"Here they are." Violet pushed aside the black duffel bag and popped open a pill bottle. Smiling slowly, she pulled out what looked like a smooth, orange-red stone about the size around of a quarter. "Hendo and I like to use these now and then for a really intense ride." She smiled into the camera. "You put it inside, and it mixes with your juices and gives you this nice, smooth burn that just gets everything pumping. Not like that shit you find in walmart. This is the good stuff... and I feel like sharing." She promptly poured herself a heaping handful of the dissolvable stones, clenched them into a fist, and jammed it into the wolfess' cunt. Her arm disappeared inches at a time, and she paused at a familiar spot before abruptly sliding deeper. Smirking widely, she worked her arm around a moment inside the quivering wolfess before finally sliding free, her paw empty. "I'm sure that such an experienced 'woman' as Dash will need a little extra stimulation." She wiped her arm off slowly on the wolfess' back as Hendo started to grunt heavily overhead.

"She's tightening up like fuck... dunno if I can..." He breathed the words, hands gripping roughly at the wolfess' ass as he pounded and pounded into her. "Nnngh... gonna fill this bitch..."

"Oh, fill her right up, baby... she's gonna need it all in a second..." Violet rubbed affectionately down the zebra's muscular, flexing back before she stepped away.

A low growl swelled in Hendo's belly as he pounded into that quivering, overloaded asshole, his heavy balls slapping noisily to her hindquarters as his fingers dug at her hide. Smears of red stained his hips where the whipstrokes had drawn light dribbles of blood, his hips pounding mercilessly against those abused cheeks all the same as the zebra teetered. At last, a bellow broke from the zebra and he pounded to the hilt in that ass, his balls pulsing visibly as he pumped the near-delirious wolfess full of cream.

"That's it..." the pussycat hummed, "you like that ass, baby? Maybe we should keep her for a toy. Hmmm?" Violet returned, smiling slowly as she leaned against the tensing zebra's back. She hid something behind her back, but a broadly flared cockhead peeked out past her elbow. Hendo gave a breathy chuckle, his motions slowing as his seed poured into the trussed up slut below them. Finally, the zebra wearily dragged out of that hole, inch after inch after inch pulling free of her tightness with a fair deal of work. "There we go. Alright babe, lay her out. Let her get a lil air, huh?" The wolfess was flopped on her back, that throbbing wolfcock abruptly flinging free of her muzzle.

Dash gasped noisily, eyes wide, and she quickly descended into a coughing fit, spitting aside gobs of seed. She had enjoyed herself somewhere in all that, apparently. She panted desperately, sucking in air until she couldn't hold anymore before shoving it all out again. Violet simply watched with a slow smile. Another few moments, and the wolfess caught her breath enough to whine. Her legs rubbed together, and she ground her teeth a little between pants, her eyes sliding away from the two standing over her.

"Aw, something the matter, Dash? You're not done, are you?" Violet gave a playful pout and slipped a foot between the wolfess' legs while she wasn't looking. One gentle flick to her lips, and the wolfess gasped and cried out, her breath rolling into a lusty moan as she writhed on the floor, drawing her legs together as much as she could while her hips bucked at nothing, her dick flopping around and throbbing and drooling. "Haha, that's what I thought. Hmmm... looks like you could use a little help. Hendo?" She murmured to him, and the zebra hauled their captive up onto her knees. Violet knelt and slid her little surprise under the wolfess: a broad, grip-bottomed base for attaching dildos to-- with two massive, heinous-looking beasts locked into place. The two savage lengths hovered underneath the wolfess' sex, the one in front covered with rather sharp, vertical ridges that barbed slightly, so they would dig at the sides of whatever they burrowed into and cling viciously if withdrawn. The one in back was fat and tightly ribbed from tip to base horizontally-- making any progress in a tight spot a very bumpy experience. Either dildo was roughly the size of Hendo's own equipment-- intimidating, especially in a pair. "There you go. You must be burning up by now, I bet you could use something... inside you." Violet almost purred the words.

Dash panted through her teeth, looking down at those creatures, and she turned her eyes away, trying to ignore them. Her hips were squirming steadily, however, and a slow rock of her hips tapped the head of one of those beasts against her lips-- sending her shaking and crying out with hunger. Whining raggedly, the wolfess slowly shifted her awkwardly spread legs and pushed down. Her eyes slipped shut, and she drew a deep breath as her lips spread around thick, high-grade silicon. Hendo hummed softly and smirked as he helped out in the back, making sure that thick tip pressed straight to her pucker, some of his seed dribbling steadily down the side of the shaft as the wolfess worked up her nerve. Moaning and whining in turn, the desperate wolfess heaved herself down until the other head finally popped in, earning a tight gasp from her before she urgently shoved her way down for more. Violet watched on with a dark smile as their little pet worked those sex toys deeper and deeper into her stretched holes, shuddering as ribs dragged across her tailhole in an endless barrage and those odd, organic ridges dug at her insides. Her hips rocked down with growing impatience until she finally sat, moaning shamelessly, completely stuff with sex toys. The wolfess shook and cried and rocked on those beasts as the lovers watched on, arms around each other.

The camera took a moment to wander, and found Kingpin once again grinding to the plush ass of his darling lioness, Cio. She giggled and ground back eagerly, but Tio took the opportunity to sit to one side, looking rather annoyed. Kingpin looked over with a frown, and shared a meaningful look with the big-bootied lioness. She pouted softly, but nodded, and the two turned on Tio while she wasn't looking, pulling her on top. She yelped and protested, but the dragon simply grinned and pulled her back against him, drawing her up just a moment as her sister guided his cock in before plunging her down in his lap, setting her gasping loudly, wide-eyed, as the dragon wrapped an arm around Cio to draw her into a deep kiss. His hands wandered quickly, and soon wrapped both around Cio's ass and Tio's tit to steal deep gropes of their luxurious assets as his hips surged up in stroke after stroke.

By this time, Kayla must have gotten her fill, because the rider had changed again-- Hicxbi had climbed atop the bull, and actually seemed to be having an easy time of it-- he bounced in Star's lap with a grin, gripping the bull's knees as he worked himself on and off that bright red, throbbing cock. Star was sweating profusely, gnawing at his lip and wincing each time the fox slid down-- even as his own hips shoved up. Hicx was drooling everywhere-- his cock was rockhard and flailing about with his strokes, and Kayla and Truce slipped away just a moment-- only to return with a confused ferret. Smirking, Hicxbi waved them over, and the two dragged a suddenly very frightened ferret over despite all his scrabbling at the floor. Between the three, the little ferret was quickly hefted up onto the fox's drooling cock, which plunged in with nary a second thought, leaving the ferret shivering slightly in shock and staring at nothing as his body heaved atop the bouncing fox, three sets of balls bouncing up and down atop each other between the bull's thick thighs.

When the camera finally dragged back to the center, Dash was moaning out without a thought for shame or restraint, bouncing up and down on what must have been several feet worth of artificial cock, the toys making clear slurping noises as they dragged out of her-- her ass practically buzzing with the ribs dragging in and out of her, and her pussy gushing juices around the barbed beast as she dragged on over it regardless of how much it beat up her cunt. Her own shaft flopped up and down, flinging strings of pre as it throbbed hungrily, and Violet was eyeing it with a smile. The feline slipped away a moment, and returned with the last of their toys-- Don, the worn out dalmatian, watching his boss with an uncertain wince. She passed him off to Hendo with a whisper and went to get something else. Hendo simply chuckled and shook his head before setting to work.

His robe cast aside, Don stammered questions at the zebra as he was pushed closer to the vigorously masturbating wolfess. Finally, he was shoved down before her on his belly, and Violet emerged behind the hermaphrodite with lengths of wire cord. They slid the dalmatian's legs back to either side of the wolf, pushing his rear closer and closer to that flailing wolfcock as Violet wound cord around his cuffs and led it back, around either side of the wolfess. A quick tie-off fastened the cord to the wolfess' ankle shackles, tying the dalmatian's wrists to barely past the horny herm's belly. He was straightening and yelping, trying to draw away as the wolfess' poker slapped at his cheeks. He pleaded and shook his head, but the wolfess seemed fascinated with the cleft of his cheeks, licking her lips as her hips pumped back and forward, stabbing at his ass. The moment she hit, both their faces lit up-- the wolfess gasped, teeth bared, and the dalmatian's eyes shown with blatant fear. One thrust, and she was planted in that ass. Dash fucked her whining understudy with thick snarls, her hips rolling violently up and back and down and forward, grinding those beasts around her insides before shoving into that dog hole again in a blur of juices and bitter pleasure. Violet giggled softly, murmuring for the camera, "just one drives me crazy for two hours. I'm almost surprised she hasn't blown up." The wolfess looked like she wasn't far from it, her face flushed, her breasts heaving about with her volatile motions, her entire body wracked with shivers and a constant, driving push for more.

A high cry drew the camera away, to the side. Kingpin had heaved both the girls over now, laying them out in a mess on their backs as he pounded in between Tio's legs, the lioness folding on up to let him grind in deeper as she moaned out. The dragon's hands roamed the both of them greedily, and his head buried in a row of four tits, biting playfully and taking deep, firm suckles, hauling a breast up in his muzzle before letting it slurp free. His hips pounded in with thundering force, and Tio clung to her sister helplessly as she moaned out, her leg curling around to cling to the dragon as she started to beg for it. The dragon's snarls rose, and his strokes grew into a fevered barrage before the last thrust slammed home, the three crumpling into a hot, panting, rather jiggly heap.

The camera flew over to check the other side, but Hicxbi was already climbing off the bull, still holding a pouting ferret in his arms, though he was blushing brightly for some reason by now. While most of the folks over there seemed rather relaxed, the bull in the middle looked like his blood was boiling-- his body shook all over, his hips thrust at nothing, and his cock looked almost doubled in size, bright, throbbing red, a single, tiny dribble of pre running down the searing hot shaft as his balls seized again and again, with no result. The lot of them considered him a moment, and Truce finally looked over to the table and called, "Hey, Hendo! Got any use for one of these?" She gave that painfully throbbing monolith of a dick a playful slap, sending it waving slowly from side to side as tears ran down the bull's cheeks, his eyes glaring red at the ceiling.

Hendo and Violet looked at each other, and grinned.

The bull was heaved up and half-carried over to the table-- he couldn't walk very well, he was trembling so hard. Dash was oblivious-- she rode and rode and rode and rode, and she still needed more. They pushed the bull up facing her, nudged against the dalmatian's side. Truce carefully took hold of the powerful silver cockring. "Violet... would you care to do the honors?" The feline smiled serenely, and slipped a paw up behind the wolfess' head. The ring gave a soft click.

The next moment was a fan favorite, clipped into mini-animations a hundred times and displayed at random on people's personal sites and even as their avatars. Dash's face was shoved down, swooping toward a preposterously massive bullcock as her eyes just started to open in startlement. The ring at the beast's base snapped off, and almost instantly, a geyser of seed plastered the wolfess' mouth and half her face, her mouth shoved down on that cock as juices roiled up and poured out either side of her muzzle until her neck abruptly swelled, a purple paw shoving her head down and down that beast until her wide-staring, cream-spattered eyes were shoved to the bull's belly, her mouth spread wide around the base of that shaft, showing just an inch through the side of her muzzle throbbing powerfully as that fire hose pumped straight into her stomach.

It bloated instantly. Her gut distended around the sheer volume of bullcum drilling in at high velocity, on top of two fat, fake cocks and the load Hendo had left in her bowels. What everyone found hilarious at the time, however, was that she didn't even stop-- the desperate wolfess just plowed her hips on and on as her belly started to roll with its burden, her breathing cut off by perhaps two feet of bull cock rammed down her throat. She just kept grinding down on those toys, and fucking that poor dalmatian's ass.

Star was happy, though. He slumped against the table, groaning thickly as his hips gave weak little jerks, firing and firing straight into his boss' gut until he didn't have a drop to give. And even when the bull was pulled aside to lay on the couch again, and the wolfess was allowed a ragged, cum-sodden gasp for breath, she rode on, whimpering and panting. Underneath her, Don's groans rose, and he shook as he fired off a load on the table. But Dash just kept on fucking.

"Shit, you really did it this time, babe." Hendo smirked, wrapping his arms around Violet as the others stretched and collected their clothes.

The feline giggled softly. "Looks like it. How long do you think she'll be like that?"

"I dunno. Leave the camera?"

Kingpin laughed. "Hell yeah. Let's get something to eat, man!"

Hendo smirked. "Alright. You guys go ahead, I'ma finish up." He turned to the camera-- or rather, whoever was behind it. "Thanks, Lith. I'll take it." The camera jostled about, and ended up in the zebra's hands. "Alright. I'll see you later." The camera hefted a moment, panning over the departing folks and glimpsing a young, black cat with flushed cheeks smiling embarrassedly over his shoulder. The view wandered around a moment before setting the camera down watching the wolf with her fucktoys, the zebra sitting to one side.

"ChibiKnight." Hendo sighed slowly, looking into the camera. "It's not about the sex, or drugs, or shootin' people. It's about the music." He smirked slowly. "Don't mean we don't know about the life, though. Anyone else out there wanna start some shit, you better think real hard about where you wanna end up when it's over." He glanced over his shoulder as Dash choked out something halfway between a moan and a sob, her hips shoving against that ass bitterly as she shook all over. "Don't worry, we'll be back for her." He smirked, and rose. "ChibiKnight. Bitches."

The zebra stepped out of frame, leaving the camera centered on the two, the dalmatian having slumped down as much as he could, his arms taut behind his back. About a minute passed, tears rolling down Dash's cheeks as she fucked herself and the dog, and a handful of credits started to roll lazily up the screen, mostly the same handful of names for several different positions. Finally, the picture faded to black, but the groaning and sobbing and hiccupping rolled on until the last of the credits slid by.

A moment of silence.

Then, the black faded to a scene in the limo-- looking out the window. Trees flew by, and someone in the car muttered "holy shit...!" The view swung to a tree a bit down the road-- and there was Dime, where they'd left her, tied up to a tree. A raccoon in a ratty coat was shagging her merrily.

Everyone busted out laughing. The car slowed and rolled by. Hendo called out the window, "hey uh, we were gonna pick you up, but you look busy. We'll circle the block, you can finish up, okay?" She screamed something after them as the gang laughed, and the video faded to black once more.

The video concluded with a dedication in elegant script:

"For Violet."