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Andy sighed. He stared through the Venetian blinds covering his window, continuously opening and shutting them. He had been feeling rather empty as of late. He turned to face his dark room, his eyes scanning the desk and falling upon the ripped open envelope that had contained his Dartmouth acceptance letter. The letter cited his many academic achievements, award-winning papers, 6.0 grade point average, and the glowing letter of recommendation his principal had recently sent.

Andy smirked at the thought of what he had done to that bear, that fucker that had sat idly by and allowed he, Andy, to be physically and psychologically tormented throughout high school. He had already been a target of bullies in grade school, but at least there the faculty had made an effort to stop it, and it wasn't nearly as bad as it had been when he first entered high school.

The lynx took a long drag of his joint, letting the smoke sear his throat. He let the smoke drift just out of his muzzle, only to inhale it right back through his nostrils. He felt the THC begin to affect him, dulling his senses and warming his head. He was quite fond of this particular drug, and he tried many types of drugs in a subconscious attempt to counteract his sociopathy. It was the only thing that made him feel. Most of the time, he felt little to no emotion, his thought processes set and unwavering.

When he smoked, new doors would open in his mind. He noticed and understood things that even his 186 IQ overlooked - subtle, social details and things he learned about the way people work. And it helped alleviate the emptiness he often felt, the loneliness. He lived with his mother in a comfortable house in a middle-class suburb, across the street from a small park; but his mother worked such hours that he barely ever saw her. He didn't care, but he did need some positive social interaction sometimes.

The only downside to cannabis was it wasn't something Andy could whip up with his chemistry set - he had to buy it, and associating with drug dealers and other such scum wasn't high up on Andy's 'favorite things to do' list. Andy could make most common (and illegal) drugs with little effort, his extensive knowledge of chemistry more than adequate - he had even succeeded in creating a mild form of LSD once. Andy turned to survey his chemistry set, the chemical components of the cocktail of barbiturates and muscle relaxers he had concocted to pacify Principal Gleason still sitting there in their respective containers and beakers. He needed to put those away, just in case.

"And what shall I do for fun tonight?"

Said the lynx to himself, taking another long drag of his J before putting it out and striding over to the chemistry set. It was a Friday, after all. Everyone always goes out on Friday. Andy, not knowing too many people he personally would call 'friends', did not usually go out for fun, often being too preoccupied by whatever pursuits, academic or sinister, he was currently attending to. He had a few acquaintances, and usually he could, if need be, charm most anyone if it suited his purposes. Making friends was not, however, on his list of priorities.

As he was cleaning and organizing his chemistry set, Andy felt his cell phone buzz, and he pulled it out of his pocket, his eyes quickly scanning the text message that popped up when he flipped his phone open.

Occasionally an acquaintance would text him and ask him if he wanted to go out, or someone who had his number in their contacts would send out a mass text message with an invitation to a house party or some other such gathering, as was the case with this particular text message. It read 'party @ 128 4th ave dr 2nite! spread the word', and was from some guy he had met a while back but hadn't talked to since.

"Party... sounds like fun."

Muttered Andy to himself, an evil thought crossing his mind. He chuckled to himself as he unlocked his chemical supply cabinet with a small key and retrieved two containers from it: one bearing the label 'gamma-butyrolactone', the other 'sodium hydroxide', and also a small plastic packet that lay in the very back, hidden from view, labeled 'bremelanotide'.

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Andy parked his car a little ways down the road from what was obviously his destination, a house from which loud music boomed and teenage furs could be seen loitering outside of with red plastic cups in their hands. There were cars parked haphazardly all around the front of the house, and Andy parked a considerable distance away from them, not wanting to get boxed in or have his car fucked with by some drunken idiot. He always liked to be able to leave any given place quickly and quietly.

He picked up the large soda can in his cup holder, his finger coming to rest on the strange seam that ran around the circumference of the can. He twisted and pulled, and the can came apart, revealing a small compartment in the bottom of the can in which a small glass phial and the little plastic packet lay. Andy extracted the phial, pocketed it and set out to the house, locking his car and dropping his keys into his other pocket.

Nobody seemed to pay the lynx any mind as he made his way through the crowd of high-school kids; they were all either too drunk or otherwise preoccupied to notice him. He saw a few furs he knew by name, and he had seen most of the others in the halls at school but never interacted with any of them. He surveyed the scene before him with mild distaste: Andy hated crowds.

This wasn't exactly the right environment in which to perform the 'experiment' Andy had in mind... too many people. He walked around the house, inspecting the climate of each individual area, and came upon a door that wasn't quite closed. Andy opened it and crept down the flight of stairs that lay behind it, obviously the entrance to the basement.

"Fuck! That's the ninth time you've killed me this match! I swear you must be cheating!"

Came an exasperated voice from below. Andy's ears pricked up, and he peered around the corner at the foot of the stairs to see two heads poking up from the back of a large leather couch situated in front of an even larger flat-screen TV. Gunfire rang out from the speakers standing tall on either side of the TV, and the two furs on the couch were laughing and swearing as they attempted to murder each other in whatever violent first-person shooter they were playing.

Andy grinned. This was perfect. He stood silently, surveying the room for a minute. In addition to the couch and TV, there was a small, fully-stocked bar and mini-fridge in the corner of the room, a king-sized bed and some bedroom furniture in the other corner, and there also seemed to be a small bathroom through a door opposite the TV area. A perfect little bachelor pad.

Putting on his 'bro' personality, Andy casually strode over to the couch, resting his paw on the armrest and pretending to watch the game, while sneaking a covert glance at the occupants of the couch.

A jolt ran down Andy's spine as he saw the faces of the furs next to him. Sitting closest to him was Jason Griggs, a buff brown-furred horse with a short, black mane who played linebacker on the football team. Jason had, on more than one occasion, shoved Andy into a locker because he thought it was good fun.

On the other end of the couch sat Tyler Marsden, a tiger with an athletic build who played basketball. The tiger had been part of the group that had actually managed to string Andy up on a flagpole and hoist him almost halfway up the pole before being lazily reprimanded by a passing teacher. They had all gotten detention. For one afternoon.

Andy had never actively planned revenge on these students; he had directed all of his rage and cunning at Principal Gleason for allowing it all to happen on his watch, and never giving the perpetrators more than light punishment. But this was absolutely perfect, thought the lynx. A manic gleam now in his eye, the lynx barely suppressed an evil laugh, instead turning it into a cough. This served a dual purpose, as it attracted the attention of the two furs whose evening he was now planning on ruining.

"Hey bro, party's upstairs, y'know."

Said Jason, squinting through the dim light at Andy, who subtly leaned out of the range of light cast by the TV so that his face was draped in shadow. Andy doubted, however, that these shit heads would remember him. He hadn't really encountered either of them in quite a while.

"Yeah, but it was getting dull up there so I thought I'd see what you guys were up to down here."

Said Andy casually, altering his voice a bit in the unlikely event that one of the dumb jocks recognized it.

"Oh yeah, no, I got you, bro, that's cool, that's cool..."

Said Jason offhandedly, returning his attention to the game. Tyler jerked his head at him in the 'sup' gesture and leaned back against the couch. A thin tank-top covered his toned chest, and his muscles were easily visible through it. He wore baggy basketball shorts that hung loosely on his lean hips.

"So... Jason, this is your place, right?"

Asked Andy after a minute, moving ahead with his rapidly-forming plan.

"Yeah, this is my room. My brother, Markus, is the one throwing the party though. We just came down here to chill."

Said Jason, mashing the buttons of the controller and groaning as his character's head exploded in a cloud of blood on-screen.

"Cool, cool. Hey, you mind if I mix us up some drinks? I'm pretty good, I've had a lot of experience mixing things up..."

Said Andy, his voice even and casual, though he couldn't keep his eyes from roving over the obvious bulge in the crotch of Jason's pants. He felt his sheath pulse as he imagined the possibilities the situation presented. The lynx barely repressed a shudder of pleasure at the thought of brutally raping the big jock... taking his big over-inflated ego and popping it like a fucking balloon. Humiliating him just as badly - no, worse - than he, Andy, had been humiliated countless times in the past.

"You mix drinks? Hell yeah! Shit, get behind the bar, man! My bro keeps it well stocked."

Said the big horse, grinning and bumping fists with the lynx briefly. Andy smiled at him and strode over to the bar, making sure that the jocks were facing the TV before beginning preparations for the drinks. He poured a potent alcoholic concoction into a cocktail shaker, using the highest-proof alcohols he could find, and once again glanced over to make sure the idiots were still glued to their video game before pulling the glass phial and the little packet out of his pocket, uncorking the phial, ripping open the packet and pouring the contents of both into the shaker.

He shook it expertly and poured two even shots of the clear liquid into shot glasses, then discreetly filled a third shot glass with water. He took the glasses and mixer over to a small coffee table sitting in front of the couch.

"Sweet, thanks bro! What's in this?"

Said Tyler, taking a large gulp and grimacing, but he gave Andy a thumbs-up.

"Sorry, man, that's a trade secret! But it'll get you fucked up, that I can promise."

Replied the lynx, a grin stretching across his face, which was once again draped in shadow as he sat down in a chair that sat near the TV and couch, but just out of the light.

Jason and Tyler both laughed and gulped down their shots. Jason slammed the shot glass down and said:

"Whoo-whee! God damn that's some strong shit!"

And he promptly refilled both of their glasses, offering the shaker to Andy, who had downed his glass of water a minute earlier. Andy waved his hand.

"I've got to pace myself, I've already had a few drinks. You go ahead."

He said dismissively, leaning back to watch the two boys continue to drain the cocktail shaker until there was barely any left. By now they had switched off the game and were watching an old 80's sitcom on the late-night program.

"Dude... I used to-"

Jason hiccupped.

"-used to watch th- this show aaalll the time when I was younger. W-with my fffriend. That sseems like such a longtime ago n-now..."

Slurred the big horse, who had turned and was leaning over the armrest of the couch to face Andy. Tyler seemed to be drifting, and after a few minutes watching TV, he mumbled something unintelligible and then got up and stumbled drunkenly over in the direction of the bed, eventually finding it by tripping over it's edge and flopping face-first onto it. Andy noted the large tent in the front of the intoxicated tiger's shorts when he stood up, and the lynx grinned broadly as Jason as well seemed to be readjusting his track pants to accommodate the large bulge there.

"Hahahah... fffuckn lightweight..."

Said Jason, watching the tiger with a stupid grin on his face.

"Feeling alright there, Tyler?"

Said Andy facetiously, raising his voice slightly as he addressed the barely-conscious tiger, whose loose basketball shorts had slipped halfway down off of his striped orange ass in his drunken stumblings.

"Man, you're r-really a cool guy, you k-know that?"

Said the horse, plopping his head down on the side of the couch and looking at the lynx once more.

"You're kind."

Said Andy, failing to suppress a grin this time.

"N-no, no, no I mmean it... I mean you're all n-nice n'shit... you prolly got lotsa girfriends n'shit, right? Man... I havn' been able to keep a girl for more'n like a couple weeks... sucks fuckin' aaass, man. I haven't gotten laid in months..."

Slurred the horse, his eyes drooping, still looking at Andy.

"That's an interesting predicament."

Said Andy, tonelessly, without even looking up as he patiently checked his claws.

"But the solution is... pretty simple. Why don't you just screw your buddy over there?"

Said Andy, slightly flatly, and without betraying any hint of a laugh, or even any sign that he was anything but completely serious. Jason blinked stupidly, mouth agape for a moment.

"W-what?"

He said, still drooling like an infant and looking quite like one too.

"Your friend. The tiger. You should just fuck him while he's still out. Look at him. He's not going to realize what's happening, I can assure you that."

Said Andy, his speech quick and almost impatient, as if he were dealing with a small child.

"B-but, nah, thas gay stuff, in'nit?"

Said Jason, and he looked to Andy for a response as if he truly did not know the answer to this question.

"No, of course not, didn't your mother teach you anything? It's only gay if the balls touch."

Said Andy with the air of a teacher explaining why the sky is blue, putting a special inflection on the last four words. He got up and slowly strode over to the all-but-unconscious tiger, making sure the big horse's eyes were following his every move before placing his slender, skilled feline paws on Tyler's waist and sliding the basketball shorts the rest of the way off of his hips so that his bare ass lay exposed, his pucker partially visible beneath his dormant tail.

Andy gave the big orange-striped ass a slap, and Tyler gave a sort of sleepy grunt, but otherwise lay still, his back slowly rising and falling with his breathing. The lynx saw now, with satisfaction, that Jason's eyes were now glued to the tiger's toned butt.

"Come here."

Said Andy. His voice was loud and commanding now. The big horse took a minute to let his drugged brain process the command before lugging himself to his feet and stumbling over to sit on the bed next to his barely-conscious friend. He lifted a hand as if to place it on Tyler's ass, but withdrew it. Andy grabbed Jason's hand, bringing it to rest on the athletic tiger's muscled butt cheek, and Jason almost immediately gave it a firm squeeze of his own volition.

"There you go... see?"

Said Andy, who was now purring with pleasure as he began to feel the rush, that high he got from being in control of a situation... especially one as intense as this. And he knew then that the big, dumb horse was in his power. Jason was still massaging his friends supple ass with both hands, his mouth still agape and eyes still fixed. Andy spotted the rather large bulge in the big horse's track pants, and he let his paw come to rest softly on it, giving it a squeeze and continuing to purr happily.

"Fffuck... dude... w-what are you doing?"

Stammered Jason stupidly, but at the same time groaning as he felt his member continue to grow in the rapidly-tightening track pants he often wore when he was relaxing.

"Be quiet."

Said Andy in a quiet, but commanding voice that made it clear to the horse not to ask any more questions and just do what he was told. The big horse could not form the thought processes necessary to question the situation he was in anyways. He just decided to let the head in his pants do the thinking from here on out.

Meanwhile, the slender lynx had yanked the track pants off of the big horse's legs, and was now faced with a pair of tight boxer-briefs that seemed to barely contain the big equine penis that lay beneath them.

There was a small stain of pre-cum already, and Andy - who, despite himself, was very aroused - decided that he would take advantage of his position and allow himself some much needed sexual release, using this big jock as nothing less than a sex toy before leaving him humiliated and sexually-confused. Yes, that sounded quite nice...

The slender lynx pulled his shirt and pants off gracefully, but left his own briefs on for the time being, an ostentatious tent in the crotch of the tight garment. Jason was breathing heavily now, and reached down to touch himself, but Andy swatted his hand away, returning his attention to the horse's quite large member.

Andy pushed his nose against the crotch of the big jock's briefs, inhaling the intense scent emanating from him and feeling his own cock pulse in his now heavily pre-stained underwear. Jason sucked in a sharp breath and put a paw on Andy's still-clothed ass, giving it a good squeeze.

Andy felt a rush of anger at the fact that he was being felt up by the same guy who had tormented him in his earlier high school years, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the sexual rush he got from having another guy touch his ass. After all, this was a first for him too. He felt adrenaline rush through his body as he finally pulled Jason's briefs off of him, actually ripping them with his claw and yanking them off of the intoxicated horse with a jerk of his wrist.

The big equine cock flopped out and immediately squirted a jet of pre out onto Jason's thigh. He still had one hand on Tyler's ass, and the other was squeezing and caressing Andy's much smaller, but still quite supple butt.

Andy suddenly stood up on the bed and positioned himself so that his crotch was pressed against Jason's face, and the lynx remembered doing something similar to a big bear not so long ago. Jason initially leaned away, but Andy grabbed the back of the horse's head and shoved it against his crotch. Jason, now seized by lust, yanked the lynx's undies down and nuzzled against the feline balls that now hung freely.

Andy stifled a gasp, and, gripping his rock-hard erection, pushed the tip against Jason's lips, demanding entrance. The potent drug cocktail Andy had concocted was now in full effect on Jason's system. The GHB clouded the horse's judgment and dulled his senses immensely, and the chemical aphrodisiac was making it impossible for him to resist his sexual urges. A true love potion, thought Andy with a chuckle as the horse opened his large equine mouth timidly and took Andy's feline cock into it, pushing his long tongue against it's underside.

Andy's mouth fell open and he held back a moan. He watched Jason as the horse gave him an amateur, but satisfactory blowjob. He noticed Jason's long horse cock was still throbbing with need, and he used his foot paw to gently stroke along it's length, much to Jason's delight. He let out a muffled grunt and a jet of pre dribbled onto Andy's soft footpaw.

Andy felt his heart race and his cock throb as he rose to new heights of pleasure, and he realized he needed to switch things up and give his dick a rest before he 'blew it'.

He pulled his slick dick out of the horse's slurping muzzle, getting back down on his knees on the bed. Jason gave him a confused and slightly crestfallen look, his maw still hanging stupidly open.

"I think you should give your buddy Tyler some love, eh?"

Said Andy, gesturing to the tiger's bare ass, which Jason had abandoned in the heat of the impromptu blowjob. Without questioning, the big horse shuffled into position behind Tyler, brushing the motionless tail out of the way and moving to press his dick up against Tyler's tight, pink tail hole. Andy grabbed the big horse dick en route to it's destination and squeezed it roughly.

"You have no common courtesy. You think you're going to get this thing into that without any lube? Not even a courtesy lick? No. You get in there and eat some ass."

Said Andy, once again gripping the horse's short mane and pulling his head down towards the tiger's ass.

"Wha-? W-wait! What if there's sh-"

But he didn't have time to finish his query as his mouth was now pressed up against his best friend's virgin pucker. It was hot against his lips, and there was an intense scent of musk and manliness emanating from the area around it and the tiger's thick taint and fuzzy balls. Tyler's member, Andy noticed, was fully erect as well, but was pressed between his tummy and the bed.

Jason struggled weakly, but the lynx held his head fast between Tyler's cheeks, and in a few moments he was forced to accept the position, and he nervously slid his long, wide equine tongue out over the quivering hole, getting a taste for it, before pushing it hard against it and breaking through it's defenses. Jason was just relieved to find that his friend practiced good hygiene. Tyler groaned softly, stirring feebly but apparently unable or unwilling to lift his head and see what was being done to him.

"Hmhmm... whasgoinon?"

Mumbled Tyler drowsily. Andy leaned over the tiger, placing his head next to Tyler's and stroking his back, pulling the tank top up off of the tiger's chest.

"Your buddy Jason is giving you a rim job, getting that nice big ass of yours good and lubed up, and then he's going to pop your cherry. And then I'm gonna pop his cherry."

Purred Andy in his ear, nipping the tiger's neck and reaching underneath him to grasp his erection tightly and give it a little jerk. Tyler grunted and Andy felt pre-cum spurt onto his paw. By now he figured the tiger's hole must be pretty well lubed up, so he put his paw on Jason's head and tugged it up a little to signal him to come up.

Jason, without even waiting for Andy to tell him to, positioned himself on top of his friend and slid his nine-incher into place, the flat, partially-flared cockhead more than three times the circumference of the tiger's poor little tailstar.

Tyler groaned in pain as he felt a sudden burning sensation under his tail, and gave a muffled cry as the horse slid his cock a considerable ways into Tyler's hot, tight tunnel.

"Oh, shush-shush-shush-shush.... I know that's gotta hurt..."

Cooed Andy into the groaning tiger's ear, giving it too a little nibble as he continued to squeeze and stroke the tiger's meat. The lynx reached his free paw back to the tiger's ass, running his fingers around that once-tight ring of muscle that was currently being stretched to it's limits. He marveled at the sheer girth of the massive horse member that was slowly pumping in and out of that tight tiger hole.

"Daaaamn, T-Tyler, you gotta sweeet pussy... who woulda known?

Slurred the big horse, his long, deep thrusts pushing farther and farther into the tiger's hot guts. Tyler let out low moans and grunts with each thrust, and he had managed to turn his head so that he could see Andy, who continued to purr and stroke the big tiger's butt and lower back.

Once Jason got into a groove and began pacing his powerful, deep-penetrating thrusts, Andy decided it was time for the main event. He took his paw off of the whining tiger's penis and positioned himself behind Jason, who was obliviously humping away at his friend's rear. The slender lynx pulled a small bottle from the pocket of his pants, which had been lying discarded on a corner of the bed.

He flipped open the cap of the small bottle of lubricant, pouring a sizeable glob onto his paw. He would have loved to go dry and cause the horse as much pain as possible, but he knew that he would probably end up hurting himself just as much. He hadn't, however, felt it necessary to bestow the luxury of lubricant on the poor tiger's asshole. It had been extremely satisfying to watch Jason tossing salad like that, and it added to the humiliation of the whole event.

Andy thought it a real shame that neither of the two dumb jocks in front of him would remember any of the night's events. However, he was quite sure that waking up with a sore, gaping, cum-filled asshole would raise some alarm bells - and he was going to make sure that both of their asses were thoroughly fucked before the night ended.

He slathered the lubricant onto his eager dick, and squeezed another glob onto his finger, which he then pressed against Jason's exposed rosebud.

"Ah! Wh-"

Started Jason.

"Shut up and keep fucking him."

Cut Andy through Jason's outcry. Andy rubbed Jason's winking pink tailstar gently, spreading the lube around and causing the big horse to shiver. Jason seemed to accept it and continued his slow, drunken thrusting into Tyler's now-loose ass. The lynx pushed firmly against the tight muscle and eventually it gave way, allowing Andy's fingers to slide in to the knuckle.

"Fffuuck, dude!"

Hissed Jason, stopping his thrusts for a second as his hole clenched reflexively around Andy's slick fingers. Andy spread the two fingers apart as hard as he could, stretching the big horse's opening around them. Jason grunted in discomfort as his virgin ass was probed and stretched for the first time.

After a minute of fingering, Andy got up on his knees. He pushed a paw in the center of Jason's broad back, prompting the horse to lean down over Tyler's back and continue fucking him that way. This way, Jason's ass was more easily accessible, his big butt hole a perfect target for penetration.

The slender lynx purred and slid his lubed-up prick into place eagerly, prodding Jason's pucker with steadily-increasing pressure until at last it opened up and swallowed Andy's length almost half of the way in.

"Holy f-UCK! The fuck's th-that...?! Urgh!"

Gasped Jason as he felt his guts rearranged to make way for the intruding manhood. Strangely, he also felt his cock give a great pulse of pre-cum deep in Tyler's ass. Sparks of pleasure shot up his spine when the cock shifted inside him, and the fullness of it was pressing on his insides in all the right ways. He pulled his hips back once again, simultaneously sliding his cock out of Tyler's hot tail-tunnel and impaling himself on Andy's member.

Andy took another sharp breath as Jason's ass fell flush with his hips, and the horse's warm rectum engulfed his dick completely. He placed his paws on Jason's wide, strong hips and jerked his dick backwards out of the big jock's rear-end before slamming it back in full-force. The lynx sighed happily as he felt the hot, slimy walls of muscle squeeze reflexively around his prick as it pushed past.

Now both Tyler and Jason were grunting and groaning in pain and pleasure as they both had their rear-ends fucked open.

"Fffuck, d-dude! I'm bout t' pop... oh, sh-shit! I forgot t'wear a rubber! Hope I don' get this b-bitch knocked up, eh?"

Jason slurred stupidly, giggling drunkenly and hiccupping as he continued to pump his length sloppily into Tyler's ass, brutally pummeling his prostate. The tiger was now wailing and moaning piteously, the overwhelming feeling of Jason's thick, nine-inch cock ravaging his lower intestines eliciting long, quavering moans from the intoxicated feline. Tyler had already ejaculated involuntarily sometime in the past few minutes, his dick still dribbling cum underneath him.

"I don't - ah - think you need to - oh - worry about that... but I got some b- oh, fuck - bad news for you... the balls are touching..."

Said Andy sarcastically, the intense waves of pleasure cutting into his speech. He continued to slide his slick cock in and out of Jason's deep ass, feeling his member pressed in on all sides by the warm muscles. He gripped Jason's hips hard as the horse let out an uncharacteristic moan and Andy felt the big jock's anal muscles contracting around his length. Jason gave another couple of very jerky thrusts, and Andy knew he must be filling Tyler's guts with cum.

"Fuck.... yes!! "

Andy nearly shouted, his own climax rapidly approaching as he savagely pounded Jason's clenching asshole into oblivion, letting out a yell of triumph as he felt his balls draw up and his potent semen was pumped jet after jet deep inside Jason's guts. He relished the feeling of poetic justice that was present in him as he sat there, balls deep in his former tormenter, his enemy, his victim... his prey... Andy had what he could only describe as a mental orgasm, to complement his physical one. The feeling of power and control he derived from dominating and humiliating his foes gave him such a high... such a rush... it would have scared any good, sane person. But Andy was neither of those things, this he knew, and he had resigned himself to the fact that he could never live a truly happy, normal, fulfilling life. He was born this way... unable to feel happiness. All he had was his superior intellect, his memories, and his anger.

"Why not... why not? They deserve it... all of them."

Muttered Andy to himself as he stared at the dark form of Jason underneath him, hatred etched onto every line of the lynx's face. The horse had passed out almost as soon as he came, collapsing onto his friend. Both furs lay piled on the bed, out cold. Andy soon realized it was high time for him to leave. He pulled his softening prick roughly out of Jason's hole. The horse's gaping rear contracted and a glob of Andy's pearly cum came rolling out with a loud slurp.

Andy chuckled and clothed himself, performing a quick sweep of the room to remove all evidence of his presence before departing swiftly and quietly.

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The first thing Jason felt when he awoke the next day was the throbbing pain his head. He groaned as he slowly opened his eyes and they attempted to focus and adjust, something that was for some reason more difficult than usual for them this morning. Jason registered the feeling of wetness and warmth around his penis, and soon realized he was lying on top of someone.

Did I get laid last night? I must have! Awesome!

Thought Jason, though his thoughts were disrupted when he heard a distinctly masculine groan coming from whoever was beneath him. In a panic he rolled sideways off of the person he'd been laying on, accidentally rolling too far and ending up on the floor. He got quickly to his feet and watched in horror as his best friend sat up on the bed in front of him, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and finally, after surveying the scene around him, looked up at the big horse, whose large, flaccid cock and balls were dangling freely between his legs.

"Dude... what the hell did we do last night?"