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Lust makes mongrels of us all, would you not agree? I suppose that isn't the best way to begin this story, but how else should I engage the narrative? Beginnings are so common, and often times askew from the reality of what truly occurred, because they are at the mercy of one's own memory. How reliable can a beginning be when we've already been immersed in the events which followed? I think I prefer to start with the ending, or rather the present. There is no time like it, right? You bet there isn't.

Currently I'm rocking back and forth, lost in the ecstasy provided by a rather large prosthesis; the owner of said toy I hardly recognize from over my sweaty shoulder. All I can make is a debaucherous grin, shifting in and out of my line of sight. The maw seems to be speaking (it is at least moving), but I can't make out a sound through the boom of the towering speaker I'm bent against. Lights blaze in various circles and half-moons all around, while others flash incessantly along sections of the room. Now highlighted in the strobe's glow - however briefly - I make out the Mountain Lion pinning my tail to my lower back, his claws sharply digging into my flesh. Ever eager to take our public adventure ever further, the rather thick toy is yanked from my person; quickly replaced by a dripping Cougar cock, just shy of his toy's thickness.

"Ho man, check that," a few voices echo from my front. I try to tell them to buzz off, but talking is a lot more difficult than you might imagine with a fervent member spreading you, diving deeper with each thrust. A shy moan escapes me, cleverly muffled by the pulsing speaker supporting my stance. My eyes widening as my hole does, I note the growing number of silhouettes to my front. Some are kneeling down and looking up at me, while others point in astonishment, occasionally reaching over to give encouraging pats to my apparent partner (whom I still don't know). Are all of you just gonna stare, I wonder aloud. Wait, why aloud? What would make me say such a thing?

Giving me no time to retract my bark, a Shepard suddenly thrusts himself into my muzzle, pressing firmly against my tongue. Who the hell are you, I want to ask. A few more persistent thrusts and my care fades away, as I'm too busy enjoying the canine's precum coating the walls of my throat. My Cougar playmate thrusts harder and quicker than ever, apparently enjoying the sight of the Shepard balls deep in my muzzle. One final thrust and the Puma unloads inside me, thrusting hard enough to nearly tip the speaker I lay against. Unsatisfied with the brief attention given, I pull the Shepard from me and nod to him. Thankfully catching my drift, he starts to work around to the other side of the speaker, flicking my ear with his hardened member. Some congratulations are exchanged between the canine and feline, alongside some playful spanks to my rump.

Ever impatient, I plunge myself back onto the new playmate until I'm good and knotted, gasping lightly as it plunges in (though he isn't as endowed as my first friend). Taken by surprise the Shepard steps back with my movement, suddenly hooking his arms under mine and holding me up against him. Left dangling on his stiff cock long enough to see a crowd of new hopefuls surround us, my canine brings me gently down to my fours and starts up a frenetic pace: viciously knotting and unknotting me. My light gasps now effectively turned into writhing cries of bliss; all of the hopefuls gather around and paw at the spectacle of me. I must look rather pathetic, because it only took half a whimper to accost a new cock to throb within my muzzle. Keeping himself close to me, I can not make out who this one belongs to - though I suspect a Horse, as he is rather thick. My mouth riding down the equine's length as the Dog rides my backside, I take another moment to myself. Where did these guys come from? Couldn't they have minded their own business? Then again, do I really care for them to?

Suddenly my hole is left wanting, as the Shepard pulls out to coat my back fur with his seed. About to motion another wanting soul over I feel a marked increase in my lower section's warmth. Managing to pull the Horse from me briefly, I look back to see the webbed wings of a Flying Fox wrapping my hips. The Horse, now demanding as I am, turns my head to the front and shoves himself back into my sore, coated throat. The Bat is certainly not as hung as either previous conqueror, but his claws more than make up for that. As he rides me in a steady beat to the blaring music, his claws dig at my fur, possibly drawing blood in some instances: some scratches certainly burn enough. As a particularly deep dig breaches my flesh, my throat opens for a scream only to take the Horse deeper in. Now possibly half down my warm throat, the Stallion fills my throat with more cum than I can swallow (much of it flowing clean out the sides of my muzzle). The smell is so intoxicating I no longer notice the bleeding scrapes from the over zealous Bat. In fact, my vision blurs and fades; all I can make out is the faint sensations of being ridden and handed off to the next rider.

Sufficiently sore, and soaking wet, I reopen my eyes, curling up to cough rather violently. My wits slowly returning, I blink a bit to flush some tears from my eyes. Did all that happen? Strangely I can't seem to rid my eyes of liquid. Now thinking on a bit of a higher level I finally register the water coming from the wall onto my fur. I'm in a shower? Whose place am I at? Sitting back against the wall I realize I am somehow back in my own shower: the real mystery is how.

Standing is certainly something foreign to me right now, as I can hardly keep my legs and tail from shaking. So sore. So fucking sore. Trundling out from the shower, I wrap myself in a towel and head out the door, only to trip over something. Thankfully I am conscious enough to stop from planting my face to the hardwood floor. Jumping up from the adrenaline, ready to kick the hell out of whatever I tripped on, I stop in awe. Who's this? A Hare is lying across my floor - what's more, he's totally nude. Turning cautiously around I realize my floors, and furniture, are covered in bodies. There's the Horse I remember... or maybe it was that one over on the loveseat. That Shepard's here too, and he's lying across that damned Bat! Okay, so that accounts for everyone I remember (save for the Cougar). So, who the hell are the rest of these people, and why are most of them stripped?

"Oh good, you're up." I look up to see the Cougar with a fresh cup of coffee. "I have to say, that was a really impressive night," he says, walking out of sight back into the kitchen. "I'm sure you want some caffeine, huh?"

"Um... yeah," I say, carefully stepping over body after body, my rump hurting with the most minor of stretch. Finally safe inside the kitchen, I sit down with the chipper Mountain Lion, taking a few sips of my fresh coffee. "Curious, but how and why are they all here?"

"Well, it turns out the club has a limit to the amount of public nudity it will allow. I think the turning point for them was their DJ neglecting his duties to pound you." The Cougar takes a loud sip of his coffee and clanks down his mug, clearing his throat. "So, you demanded that they follow you home."

"I don't remember more than four of you though. How did I ever get back here, much less with all this company?"

"Well, we managed to get your wallet, confirmed the address with you, and carpooled it here. You were still going strong on at least two cocks the whole drive." He takes a moment to laugh to himself, scratching behind his ear. "I believe your words were, 'If we don't get to that address before I cum none of you are getting in!' It was really something else."

"Huh... I don't normally do such things," I murmur, peering out the doorway into the living room, now slowly coming to life as my guests roll awake. "Not that I didn't have fun, but... damn." Sharply looking up to the Cougar, "Did I have sex with all of them?"

"No, not really."

"Not really?"

"Well, most - if not all - at least came on you, but they paired up with each other too. You're only one Fox, so it wasn't like you could get to everyone at the same time."

"Holy shit," I whisper to myself, trying desperately to recall anything that came after the Horse and the Bat.

"Don't worry about it. You were a little tipsy."

"A little? I must have drank the bar out of business!"

The Mountain Lion thinks to himself and starts giggling. "Well, you certainly drank enough patrons."

Sneering at the cocksure Cougar, "Cute."