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Okay, if you don't like beastiality (animal/human intercourse) or if you're under 18, then PLEASE LEAVE NOW!!!!! For those of you who like stuff like this, read on.................

Lillith lay across the couch, groaning to herself. "Ohhhhh! Too much beer!" The 21-year-old college-dropout had been up a day and part of the night partying with her friends, and was beginning to feel the effects. Lillith peeked at her watch. "Damn. A quarter till 10:00." 10 pm, to be exact. The woman was about to get up and make herself a snack, but, as she lay against the couch's comfy headrest, it felt so good that she closed her eyes. She went to sleep on that couch.

**

Had she been awake, Lillith would have heard the low growling curse of a being in the kitchen. Brutus, her German Shepherd, cursed again as he tried to staunch the flow of blood from his hand, paw, whatever you want to call it. He had cut himself on a half-opened can of Alpo's Dog Food. "Shit." Striding over to the sink, the dog turned on the faucet and washed away the blood, narrowing his eyes as more flowed out. Kicking the can of dog food into the trash, Brutus wrapped a wet rag around his injured hand, and then opened the fridge. "Bolonga, mayonnaise, mustard, cheese." The Shepherd selected the items he wanted to make a sandwich with, then kicked the fridge door shut and stalked over to the counter. Slapping a piece of white bread down on its marbled top, Brutus layered it with mayonnaise, snickering at what it reminded him of as he squeezed it out of the bottle, lay a piece of bologna on that, then a slice of yellow cheese, then smeared another piece of bread with mayonnaise and put his sandwich together. The dog leaned against the counter, enjoying his snack and watching Lillith sleep on the couch. She didn't know her precious Brutus was really an anthro-canine, capable of anything she could do, and more. Including having sex. The Shepherd finished up his sandwich and was unwrapping his hand when Jere, Lillith's pet cat, came through the cat-door. Striding into the kitchen, Jere perched nimbly on the table and began to put her orange-and-white fur back in order. Brutus watched her with interest. Jere caught his eyes on her, and smiled. "What're you doing, Brut?" The dog washed more blood from his hand, and inspected it grimly. The cold water had stopped the bleeding, but it hurt like hell. "Go and get me the Neosporin, will ya, Jere?" The cat stopped preening and put on a sneering face, crossing her arms. "I'm not your bitch, Brutus! Go and get the damn stuff yourself!" Brutus glared at her. "Jesus, woman! Can't you see I'm hurt?" Jere slid off the table next to the Shepherd. "Let me see?" Brutus let her take his injured hand in her own, but growled. "Be careful, Jere." The cat smirked, and began to wrap a clean rag around the dog's hand. "There ya go, Brut." Curling her long tail around her heels, Jere crossed her arms again and waited for his thanks. Brutus narrowed his eyes at her. "Thank you, Jere," he said in a mocking, high-pitched tone. "I don't know what I'd do without you!" The orange-and-white cat grinned, and went back to primping on the kitchen table once more. Brutus slumped down in a chair near her. Jere looked at him. "Where's Lillith?" The dog motioned toward the living room. "Out there, sleeping off her hangover." The cat looked towards Lillith's limp form on the couch, allowing Brutus time to look at her. Jere was the same age as him, but she moved with an elegance and grace he didn't have. Cats, he though to himself, as his eyes roved over her slender body and full curves. In her anthro-form, Jere had two breasts, the same as a human woman, but her titties were furred over with short, creamy white fur, which made them look bigger. The dark place around her nipples was large and inviting through her tranparent shirt. Any anthro-male in his right mind and with red blood in his veins would find Jere very hard to resist. Her ass was tight and small, just the size for a male to cup in his hands while he was eating her out. As the cat smirked and grinned at the unconscious form of her mistress on the couch, Brutus let his eyes travel up the firm curve of her shapely thighs to the place where her moistness lay, covered with white fur. "Brutus!" Jere's voice came out of the blue, bringing the Shepherd out of his trance with a sharp jolt. "Huh?" The cat's voice was loud and accusing. "You were checking me out just a minute ago!" Brutus was the picture of shocked innocence.

"I was not!"

"Yes, you were!"

"Goddammit, you're so damn ugly that you'd be lucky to have me check you out!"

"Ah ha! So you admit it, Brut?"

"I do not! And I was not!"

"So, what do you call THAT?" Jere pointed a a sticky wet drop of something on the tabletop. Brutus looked at it, then looked up at Jere and grinned. "Cum." The cat shook her head. "You were even drooling over me!" The Shepherd rose. "Get outta here, Jere!" The orange-and-white cat jumped down from the table. "Fine, I will! See you around, bitch!" With a slam of the cat-door, she was gone. Brutus sat back down. "See you around, Jere." She'd come back, after stalking around the neighborhood for a few hours and hanging out with her friends. Which reminded him. The Shepherd jumped up, forgetting the sting in his hand, and ran upstairs. So deep was Lillith's sleep that she only groaned and rolled over, pulling the woven afghan down on top of her.

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Jere walked down the street slowly, kicking a pebble in front of her as she went. She wasn't really ugly, was she" "Hey, Jere!" The she-cat looked up in time to see two of her best friends running towards her; a Siamese and a Bengal. Jere waved at them. "Hey, guys!" The Siamese, Koka, grinned, panting from her run. Like Jere and the Bengal, she had assumed her anthro-form too. "Whatcha doin', Jere?" The orange-and-white cat shrugged. "Me and Brutus had a fight." The Bengal cat, another male, Delta, grinned. "What'd he say this time?" Jere gave the pebble a final kick, sending it flying into the gutter. "Oh, the usual. He's being a bitch. I think it's because he cut himself." Koka fell into step with her friend. "When isn't he a bitch?! I think it's because he wants you." Jere shook her head. "No. He's too all over Aiine to pay any attention to me." Aiine was the slutty little French Poodle who lived next door. Every evening, a new male dog would go into her house, and then Jere would hear moans and shrieks for the rest of the night. Brutus had a huge crush on her, but was too chicken to ask her out, because he thought she'd reject him. Fat chance, thought Jere bitterly as she walked down the street between Koka and Delta. She'd probably have an orgasm just looking at him if he asked her out! Koka nudged her friend's arm. "So, what's going on for the rest of the day?" Jere shook her head. "I don't know. I just walked out after our fight. Brutus could be anywhere." Delta broke in. "Where's Lillith." Jere pointed towards her house. "At the house, sleeping off her hangover." Delta took Jere's hand, looking very serious. Although he was Koka's boyfriend, he joked and flirted with Jere all the time. Koka didn't really mind, as long as Jere didn't give in to him. "Well, how about heading over to my place for a threesome?" Koka and Jere shoved him playfully. "You sick freak!" Delta dodged their blows, protesting. "Hey! That's not fair, two against one!" Jere broke into a run toward her house, shouting back to her friends, "C'mon! I'll race you!" They entered the house, breathless and panting. Jere sprawled out in a kitchen chair, grinning, while Koka and Delta perched on the table. "So, what're we gonna do now, Jere?" Delta asked, flexing his sinewy body. Koka nodded. "Yeah, Jere." Jere rose, and began to open the fridge, when she saw the pink Sticky Note, stuck to the fridge door. Pulling it off, she read it out loud to her friends.

Jere,

Gone to get Luki and his gang. Be back later. Gather up all your friends. House party tonite; at our house! 9:00

Brutus

P.S. Sorry about earlier. I was checking you out.

Jere let the note flutter to the floor, while Koka and Delta hooted and laughed. "Ooooh, baby, he loves ya!" The anthro-female Siamese wiped tears of laughter from her eyes. "And to even come out and say it! Geez!" Jere opened the fridge, pulling out three beers and handing two to her friends. 'C'mon, guys, let's go get the rest of the horde." Jumping down from the table, Delta and Koka followed Jere outside into the warm sunlight, yelling, "House party!"

**

Brutus strode along a dusty, deserted street, lined with old, burned-out buildings and beat-up cars. He noted the many bullet holes that peppered the cars and houses. Suddenly, he saw the figure of another dog up ahead, lithe and muscular, holding a nail-studded two-by-four. Brutus waved at him. "Hey, Kas!" The dog, a Doberman Pinscher, waved back, then disappeared behind a warehouse. Brutus waited where he was, grinning. A few moments later, about eight more dogs gathered around him. Their leader was a huge Alaskan Malamute, more wolf than dog. He grinned back at Brutus, pounding his back as they hugged. "Hey, Brut, my man!" Pulling away from the German Shepherd, the wolfdog, Luki, punched Brutus's shoulder. "Jesus Christ, man, it's good to see you!" Other members of the gang stepped forward, holding their weapons out of the way as they hugged the Shepherd. Luki grinned. "Sorry 'bout the weapons and all, but we've had ta hide out from da pigs." Suddenly, Luki's eyes grew cold. "Yeah, the pigs! We wuz down on the West Side, when those motha-fuckin' Reds come up and just tear into us. On our turf, man! So, we kicked they ass and whupped 'em all the way home, but they called the goddamn fuzz on us! The popos, man!" Brutus showed his strong, sharp white teeth in a grimace. "You shoulda called me up, Luki. I woulda beaten a few for ya by myself!" Brutus had dropped back into the street slang. He knew how to because he knew Luki's gang, having run with them for several years before the pound had caught up with him, and Lillith had adopted him at the age of two, before she got Jere. Luki grinned again. "What brings you here, brudder?" Brutus grinned back at the wolfdog gang leader. "House party, at my house, 9:00!" Luki shoved him back. "What the hell? You want us to go to a little-fur's party? Forget it, man!" Brutus still smiled. "The hottest chicks in town are gonna be there, Luki! Koka, maybe even Aiine, Taria, Jere." One of the homeboys, a lithe, young Pharaoh Hound, Scarpaw, spat into the dirt. "Jere, huh? Damn, that girl's fine! She even gave me a blowjob once!" Brutus's hands clenched into fists. "WHAT?!" The gang fell silent, and then Scarpaw reached out to punch the German Shepherd's shoulder. "We were just jokin' around, Brut. Nothin' personal. Calm down, man." Brutus unclenched his fists, suddenly embarrassed at his outburst. Jere wasn't his! She could do whatever she liked with whomever she liked, but Brutus somehow couldn't help feeling protective of her. Luki grinned. "Okay, okay, man, we'll come. There gonna be booze?" Brut nodded. "Yep. Weed, too." Scarpaw spat into the dirt again. "Weed? That ain't shit, man! What we need is real hard coke. Mind if we bring some?" Brutus shook his head. "No. One thing, homies: Lillith is gonna be there!" Luki's jaw fell open. "'Scuse me?! What the fuck you talkin' 'bout, askin' us over there when Lill's still there?!" Brutus opened his mouth to speak, but Scarpaw beat him to it. "Yo, Luki, the way I see it, we could have some fun with that human." There was an immediate mumur of approval from the gang, and finally Luki nodded. "Okay, Brut, we'll come. But make sure you tie up that damn woman tight, and gag her too! We don't want the fuzz on us again. 9:00." Brutus grinned. "Yeah. 9:00. See you around." Without another word, the German Shepherd jogged off, leaving Luki's Crips behind.

**

Jere, Delta, and Koka neared an old green sedan. Jere nudged Koka lightly. "Leave this to me, babe. I can handle Riven." Putting on a slyly seductive face, Jere sauntered up the the figure that was lying under the sedan, swinging her hips playfully. "Hey, Riven." The anthro-beast pulled himself out from under the car. "Huh?" It was a young stallion, bare-chested, muscular, and cute as hell. Jere grinned, flashing her perfect white teeth in a stunning smile. "You wanna hang out with us, stud? We're going to a house party." Riven narrowed his eyes. "A party? You mean with cake and ice cream and candles and shit like that? No way." He began to pull himself back under the car, but Jere put a hand on his knee. "No, nothing like that. Luki's gang is gonna be there, and Aiine, and maybe we can get Sheria to come, if you want." Riven stared at her a minute, then grinned back. "Sheria? When's the party?" Jere smiled, knowing she had her fish well hooked. "At 9 tonight. My house. You comin'?" Riven stood to his feet, wiping his large hands off on a grease-stained cloth. "Yeah, sure. I'll be there." Jere patted his shoulder. "Okay, then, Riv. We'll make sure Sheria's there too. See ya!" Still swinging her hips, the orange-and-white cat sauntered back to her companions. Linking arms with Koka, the three felines set off. Riven watched them go, then lay back down under the sedan, chuckling to himself. "Sheria, huh? Damn, her and Jere are both hot as hell!"

**

Brutus arrived back at the house, sipping a Pepsi. Jere was bent over the sleeping Lillith, doing something. The German Shepherd padded up until he was looking over her shoulder. "Whatcha doin', Jere?" The cat shrieked, then glared at him. "Don't ever fucking do that to me again, Brutus!" Then, pointing to a blue liquid in the eyedropper she was holding, she silently dripped it into Lillith's open mouth. The woman groaned, muttered in her sleep to herself, smacked her lips, swallowed the liquid, then turned over, pulling the afghan tighter around her slender body. Jere grinned triumphantly up at Brutus. "She's out for about six more hours now." The Shepherd inspected the various sleeping pills that Jere had mixed into the concoction. "Nyquil, Advil, adult Tylenol.....geez, Jere! This could kill her!" The she-cat sniffed at the dropper. "Not if you put enough water in with it, my canine friend." Jere set the eyedropper down, and loaded Brutus's arms up with the sleeping meds. "Here, take these up to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and then put Lill to bed in her room. After that, I'll show you what I've done while you've been away." The handsome, muscular dog pulled a wry face at the cat, then did as she asked, hauling the meds upstairs and putting them back in the bathroom, then coming back down for the human woman. Lifting her in his arms, Brutus carried her upstairs to her bedroom and set her down on the bed, the throw blanket still wrapped around her. He stood watching her for a moment as Lillith nuzzled the pillow and drew it closer to her. In sleep, her features were almost, well, pretty. Brutus saw the outline of her body through the thin nightie she was wearing, and let his eyes linger, then tore them away and trotted out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. Downstairs, Koka and Delta were pulling the big, long table out of the kitchen and setting it up in the corner of the room. Brutus grabbed one edge of the armchair that Delta began to pull out of the way, and lifted it with the Bengal anthro-feline. Delta grinned at him. "Jere invited us over here, then put us to work. I never knew she could be such a heartless slavedriver, Brut!" The two set the armchair down near the entrance to the kitchen, then Brutus winked at Delta. "Try living with her, Delt!" A slice of cheese came hurtling out of the kitchen to wrap itself neatly around the Shepherd's face. Jere's voice followed it. "I heard that, Brut! Get your ass workin'!" Pulling the cheese away from his face, Brutus bit into it with a grin. "See what I told you?!" After the furniture had been moved enough to accomadate a dancing floor and the refreshments table, Delta and Brutus drifted into the kitchen, where Jere, Koka, and Taria, a pretty, sassy little Chinchilla Persian, put together chip dip, bowls of chips, shrimp scampi, fruit punch, and other assorted food. Delta grabbed a half-empty bag of Cheetos, yelling as he tweaked Koka's ear. "I'm starvin'! What's for dinner, my lovely little handmaid?" Brut snatched a chocolate chip cookie from under Taria's nose, smacking her ass and planting a wet kiss on her cheek as he shouted, "Food first, pleasure next! See me upstairs later, Taria!" A few seconds later, the two found themselves out on the back porch, gazing at the locked door. Brutus rubbed at the stinging red imprint of Taria's hand across his cheek, and pounded on the stout door, yelling, "Hey! Don't we get any food at all?" The cookie and the half-bag of Cheetos came sailing out of the window. Delta jumped for the open space, but Koka slammed it shut, and blew a raspberry at him, then smirked and slapped hands with Jere and Taria. Brutus took a handful of Cheetos, and popped one in his mouth. "We'll, what're we going to do now, Delta?" The anthro-cat shook his head. "Wait for the girls to finish, I guess." The Shepherd hurled the handful of cheesy chips at his friend, then ducked, laughing, as Delta flung the cookie at him like a discus. It shattered on the back door into a million chocolatey pieces, and Brutus laughed, punching Delta's shoulder. The two shared the Cheetos back and forth until only the little broken parts were left, and then they fell to wrestling in the grass. Jere watched them writhe and arch on the lawn, and felt her breath come faster. She eyed the ripple of hard muscles under the Shepherd's furred skin, his strong legs, his handsomely chiseled features, and the place where the large, furry sheath that hung between his thighs under his jeans. The orange-and-white cat felt a touch on her shoulder, and tore her eyes away from Brutus's powerful body. "Hey, Jere," said Koka, smiling widely. "Do you think we should stop now?" The beautiful Siamese led her friend into the living room, where Taria was setting out a bowl of trail mix on the long kitchen table that had been set up there. Every inch of the tabletop was covered with snacks and drinks: beer, lots of it, shrimp scampi, cookies, fruit punch, chips-and-dip, and a big bowl of candy and fruit, along with paper napkins, knives, forks, spoons, and cups. Jere grinned, slapping hands with Taria and Koka both. "Whoohoo! Great job, guys!" Suddenly, Koka looked at her watch. "Geez! It's almost a quarter to nine!" Taria smiled wickedly. "Should we let the guys in, or make them stay out there till the party starts?" Koka shoved the sexy little Persian playfully. "Oh, c'mon, Taree, let 'em in!" Delta had Brutus in a headlock, and was struggling to keep the strong Shepherd pinned down when Koka opened the door. Both sweating, panting, anthro-males looked up at the gorgeous Siamese framed in the doorway. "On second thought," called Koka over her shoulder to Taria and Jere, "I don't think these two are civilized enough to attend a party. Look at them!" Taria and Jere joined their friend, and laughed hard at the bewildered expressions on the faces of Brutus and Delta. Taria chuckled. "Looks like Delta here's ready for a spot of rough play, Koka." The handsome Bengal took Koka in his arms, and growled wildly at the other three furs. "Looks like I am, eh, Koka?" Before the Siamese could say a word, Delta had brought his mouth down on hers and was kising her with a passion. Koka responded with equal force, running her fingers through his ears, giggling as his own hands stroked her hips. Jere laughed. "C'mon, guys, get a room!" Delta finished kissing his girlfriend, gave her a quick smooch between the ears, and then hurtled upstairs with Brutus in his wake, yelling, "Got to get ready for tonight, Koke!"

**

Lillith was dimly aware of a tough rope being looped around her wrists and ankles through the black haze of semi-consciousness, but then a sharp blow to the back of her head sent her spinning back down into a drugged sleep.

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The first guest was Aiine, accompanied by a shady-looking male Husky. The slutty little Poodle squealed with excitement, throwing her arms around Jere and giving her a light peck on the cheek. "Oooh! Look at what you've done, honey!" Jere smiled back at Aiine and her date. "Glad you could make it, Aiine." With a whisk of her pompom tail, the Poodle pushed past Jere and began to gush over the food, giggling as her date said something in low undertones to her. As if noticing Brutus, Taria, Delta, and Koka, Aiine grabbed the Husky's hand and said. "This is my boyfriend Ban. Say hi to everyone, Ban!" Ban curled his mouth into a half-smile, but it looked more like a fanged grimace. "Hey." Taria recoiled inwardly as his eyes roved over her slender body hungrily. The Persian tapped Jere on the elbow. "I'm going back into the kitchen to get some ice, Jere." The orange-and-white anthro-cat nodded, knowing what her friend was up to. "I'll hold the fort down here. Go on, Taree." The doorbell rang again, and Delta answered it. His buddy, a large, muscular black cat named Koom and his girlfriend, a sexy calico called Reese, stood on the porch. Delta slapped hands with Koom. "Hey, man." He stepped aside as Koom and Reese came in. Jere hugged the calico tightly. "Good to see ya, Reeses pieces!" Brutus sat back on the couch, greeting the newcomers and eyeing Aiine's tight, leather-clad ass lustfully. Taria pulled Koka aside. "Should we turn on the music yet?" Koka shook her head. "No, let's wait until Luki's gang shows up, then we will." Sheria, the attractive Palomino mare that Riven had a huge crush on, arrived next, laden with Doritos, SunChips, Ruffles, and Ruffles Barbecue Chips. Jere took them from her and added them to the refreshment table as Riven walked in. Brutus and Delta greeted him enthusiastically, laughing behind their Budweisers as the handsome young stud made a beeline for Sheria. Jere, Taria, and Koka migled with the guests, talking and laughing. Then, Luki and his gang arrived, and things went wild. "Yo, whaddup, homies?" Luki strode in, followed by Scarpaw and the rest, along with some scantily-clad black anthro-female cats and some other homeboys. The wolfdog gang leader introduced them all, then the gangsters began to mingle with the other chicks that were there. Luki, Scarpaw, another German Shepherd called Rimend, and a few others hung out with Brutus and Delta on the couch, swigging beer and laughing uproariously as the alchohol started to go to their heads. Locked in a passionate embrace with a slender mixed-breed anthro-female cat in an armchair, Scarpaw yelled out, "Let's have some music!" Jere slipped through the crowd until she stood by the stereo. Popping in one of the latest rap hits, she killed the lights until only a few illuminated the wide living room floor. The musical strains of explicit violence, mindless sex, and drinking homies filled the house with a hard beat, until most of Luki's gang were swaying with dirty-dancing girls to the rappers' rhythm. Aiine panted and moaned in a dark corner with one of Luki's homies, a strong, lanky young Rottweiler whose name was Hans, but Aiine was so hot for his body that all she could say was, "Ohh, god!" Koka and Delta were dancing more slowly toward the edge of the crowd, the Bengal holding the Siamese tenderly against him and caressing her face with warm lips. Someone turned the music up, the leather-clothed black cats that Luki and his Crips had brought with began to gyrate and writhe in an wildly erotic dance, and Scarpaw hooted with groaning laughter as the mixed-breed female cat he had with him teased the young Pharaoh Hound with her tongue skillfully. Jere was caught up in the heated aroma of beer, food, drugs, and dance, and flirted with Aiine's Husky "boyfriend" wildly. Ban flirted back, running his hands across her shoulders, getting close to her and blowing alcoholic breath across her face. Brutus watch Jere push Ban away playfully as he tried to drag her into the kitchen, then protest as he began to get rough with her. Suddenly, the Shepherd was up. Elbowing several dancers out of his way, Brutus grabbed Jere by the arm and shoved Ban back. "Stay off her, faggot!" The Husky made a half-hearted jab at Brutus's face, then his face contorted with agony as the Shepherd caught his fist, twisted his arm, and pushed him backward. Ban got to his feet, his eyes glaring murder at the German Shepherd, then lurched off drunkenly to find Aiine. Jere patted Brutus's hand on her arm. "Thank, Brut. I don't know what he would have done if you hadn't come." The handsome, sable Shepherd released her, grinning. "Do ya wanna dance, Jere?" The orange-and-white cat nodded, sipping at her punch and setting it down on the edge of the refreshment table. "Sure, Brut." They stepped out between Koom and Reese, and Riven and Sheria, Jere starting a slow, swaying dance. Brutus matched her movements, admiring the graceful body of the anthro-orange-and-white cat. Jere closed her eyes, feeling the music pound in her head and throb in her body. She was dimly aware of Brutus's arms going around her waist, then she smelled the cologne he always wore as she lay her head on his shoulder. On the couch, Scarpaw and the mixed-breed queen were getting it on, the young Pharaoh Hound stripped to his waist, the cat bare-breasted and sucking his hard cock. Taria smacked them both and directed them to a large closet in the corner of the room. Scarpaw and his slut got up, went inside the closet, and locked the door. Delta and Koka were in an armchair, the Siamese sitting on his lap, the Bengal holding her against him as they kissed. Brutus held Jere against him, smelling the aroma of food, beer, drugs, and sex. Luki and some of his gang sat at a folding card table, some of the wild black she-cats straddling their laps as Luki rolled a coke joint, lit up, and commenced to smoke it. The grey smoke wreathed around the room, adding to the noisy chaos of dance, beer, and music. Scarpaw emerged from the closet, buttoning up his fly, while the mixed-breed anthro-she-cat went off to find another willing male. Pulling a long syringe from his pocket, the young dog grabbed some of the white powder that Luki was holding, mixed it with beer, and stabbed the needle into his vein, sighing with relief at the fix it brought him. He took another queen in his arms and sat down, nuzzling her breasts and pulling her star-shaped nipple covers away. Jere, half-delirious with the party joy and confusion, heard Brutus's voice next to her ear. "Come upstairs with me, Jere." The two slipped unnoticed from the loud living room and trotted upstairs. Aiine finished up with Hans, seeing her boyfriend come lurching towards her. She took his hand, intending to lead him outside, but Ban shook her off. "C'mon, Aiine," he slurred, planting a wet kiss on her neck. "Let's have some fun." The Husky led the Poodle to a clear space on the couch and pulled her down with him, grunting with pleasure as she unbuttoned his fly and let his hard, huge, dripping red cock pop loose. Taking it in her mouth, she sucked it skillfully, letting her huge implants hang out of her tiny shirt and trailing her hard nipples on Ban's dick. He groaned as she blew him, pushing her head down between his thighs with a firm hand. His other hand played with her tits, then slipped lower to pull her black thong strap from under her tight leather miniskirt. Aiine giggled as his fingers fondled her ass, then, shaking his hand free and slipping her thong down around her ankles, she straddled Ban's thick cock. The dog howled, flipping her over to thrust madly into her. He lifted her legs until her knees were against her breasts and fucked her that way, slobbering and barking drunkenly. Scarpaw laughed and staggered into the closet with his new conquest, both of them stoned. The party went on. Girls laughed and shrieked, dancing wildly, guys shouted and yelled, food was stomped into the blue shag carpet, beer sloshed from cans, couples moaned and screeched on the couch, blue-grey smoke wreathed about from the joints that lay everywhere, and above the din, the rap music pounded loudly, its lyrics full of profanity, violence, mindless sex, and drug abuse.

**

Brutus closed the door of the guest bedroom behind him and Jere, locking it and facing the orang-and-white anthro-female. "Listen, Jere. I just wanted to apologize for being such a bitch lately, and...." His voice trailed off as the Shepherd rubbed the back of his neck. Jere flicked her tail and smiled knowingly. "I know, Brut. I know." Her wide green eyes gazed up into his with such love and affection that Brutus could not help but take her in his arms again. "Oh, Jere!" She put her hand over his mouth, then stood on tip-toe and kissed him hard. Brutus responded t her passion, stroking her cheeks and lifting her chin until her lips pressed even closer to his. Jere opened her mouth at the gentle pressure that Brutus exerted to let his seeking tongue find hers. The German Shepherd's hands roved to stroke her hips and bring her closer still. Jere felt her breasts rub against his bare chest, and pulled his head down to her so that he was forced to hold her tighter. The intensity of their kiss grew, until Brutus pulled away to gaze down into the emerald depths of her loving eyes. Jere's face was so close that he could smell and feel her sweet breath. "Brut," breathed the she-cat. "I've always felt something for you......I think I've always loved you, too." Their mouths met again, and Jere felt Brutus lift her into the air. She settled in his arms, her mouth still locked to his as the Shepherd bore her to the bed. Depositing Jere onto the peach-colored sheets, Brutus pulled her to him, both of them still sitting up. Flicking his tongue out at her neck, the Shepherd blew warm breath down her shoulder as he pulled the sleeve of her shirt down, revealing the thin satin bra-strap. Jere lifted her mouth to his, pressing her lips against his own as Brutus lowered the other sleeve. Now, the anthro-female was almost free of her shirt, her dark-blue Victoria Secrets bra exposed to the Shepherd. Jere felt his warm hands squeeze her slender shoulders reassuringly, and whispered, with a hint of fear coloring her words into Brutus's ear. "This is my first time, Brut. I......I'm still a virgin." The handsome canine pulled back, stunned. Jere looked shy and inexperienced. Yes, it was true, he knew, but he had to know for sure. "What about Trisk? Didn't you sleep with him?" Jere shook her head. "No. He wanted to, but I was too afraid. Brut, I'm sorry." She began to pull the sleeves of her shirt back up, but the Shepherd stopped her. "No. Stop, Jere." The orange-and-white she-cat looked up at him, her green eyes filling with tears, and Brutus felt his heart melt. Taking her in his arms, he kissed away the tear that trickled down her smooth cheek, and commented. "Is your skin this soft all over, Jere?" The she-cat looked flustered. "I.....I.." Brutus brushed her lips with his gently. "I'd like to find out, Jere. Will you let me?" She hesitated for a moment, and then nodded slowly. 'Y....es. Yes, Brut. Go ahead." The Shepherd smiled down at her, and then, pulling the shirt over her head and dropping it on the floor, he removed her dangly silver earrings and placed them on the nightstand. Jere returned his soft kiss, her bare arms slipping around his neck. Brutus entwined his tongue with hers, stroking her slender, furred sides, then moved lower to unzip her shorts and slip them off over her shapely thighs. They fell to the floor on top of her shirt. Brutus pulled away from her, his eyes traveling over her full, curvy body. Jere gazed back up at him, admiring the ripple of muscle under his furry flesh once more. "You're so beautiful, Jere. So beautiful." Slipping his hands down to cup her rump, Brutus squeezed it playfully, provoking a giggle from Jere as she ran her hand along his muscled chest and hard biceps.

**

Downstairs, Delta was on top of Koka, kissing her passionately as the hard bulge behind his jeans prodded her stomach. The Siamese she-cat moaned and arched her back as her boyfriend pulled the front of her shirt open and sucked on a nipple. As her fingers reached to unzip his fly, Delta remembered the still human form upstairs, and pulled away from Koka. "Be back in a minute, babe." The Bengal staggered drunkenly to the stairs, then trotted up them. Lillith still lay in her bed, but she was wide awake, wondering how she had gotten there. She could hear shouts, yelling, and loud music downstairs. She had never invited any friends over! Struggling to rise, Lillith saw the thick, coarse rope that bound her wrists together, then the other end tied her legs at the ankles. Her eyes widened. "What the hell is going on?!" The door slammed suddenly open, and a young man lurched in, bare-chested, with his fly half open. Lillith gasped as he turned to face her. The creature wasn't fully human! His muscular chest was furred over with dark-brown hair, and though he stood upright and had hands and feet, his face was that of a human feline! A long tail whipped through the air behind him. Delta stared back at the woman. He had never seen a human barely clothed in his anthro-form before, and his eyes roved over her slender body, from the curve of her butt through the thin nightie to the long, unkempt blonde hair that framed her scared face. Lillith curled herself into a ball against the pillows. "Who......what the fuck are you?!" Delta sneered at her. "I'm the next-door neighbor's cat, human. Haven't you ever seen an anthro before?" Before Lillith could respond, the creature threw back his head and laughed. "Of course you haven't! I'm Delta." Lillith could see that.....Delta had been drinking. His words were slightly slurred, and his eyes were glazed over somewhat. The cat-human staggered toward her. "I've got some friends downstairs who'd love ta meetcha, Lill!" Lillith cringed. "How do you know my name?" Delta grabbed the rope and heaved the woman from the bed, breaking the rope end that was tied around her ankles. "Nevah mind, hon. Just come with me." Yanking her out of the room, the Bengal pushed her toward the stairs, then halted. "Wait. You've got to get ready to meet them." With one swift, vicious movement, Delta ripped the thin nightie from Lillith's bare body. The human screamed, throwing her hands up to cover her, and the Bengal anthro-male stared at her naked, furless body, then began to drag her down the stairs. Lillith screeched, and the music ground to a halt as the party animals looked up in amazement at her. Koka rose from where she lay on the couch, and stared at Delta. "What the hell?" Luki narrowed his eyes as the anthro-cat towed Lillith downstairs, grunting and pushing the head of the black-leather she-cat who was sucking him off deeper between his bare, muscled thighs. "Who da hell do ya think you is, bringin' that woman down here, Delta?!" The wolfdog gang leader suddenly came, gushing cum into his slut's mouth. It dripped down her chin into her cleavage as she swallowed and licked Luki clean, then backed off to clean herself up and stare at Lillith. Scarpaw rose, and the woman saw the unmistakable bulge behind his jeans. The young Pharaoh Hound staggered over to where Delta held Lillith tightly. Running a hand down her bare arm, Scarpaw called over his shoulder to Luki. "I think Delt here brought a human-hooker for us ta use, Luki!" There were shouts of approval. Lillith cried out, "No! Who are you?! What are you?!" Scarpaw backhanded her viciously. "Shut the fuck up, skank!" Riven stood up, massaging a huge, twenty-four inch erection he had developed, then shed his jeans and shirt, revealing his massive balls as well. "Bring her here, Delta." The anthro-male Bengal dragged Lillith towards the couch and threw her down, on her stomach spread-eagled, on the cool black leather. The woman could feel it against her titties as she fought to get up, but a large hand on her thigh stopped her. Riven groaned as he spread her legs and saw her pink, moist cunt, then, inserting two fingers, he started a slow rhythm of finger-banging the human. Lillith writhed, but soon lay still, making small cries of pleasure as she grew wet in time with Riven's fingering of her. The young stallion pulled his fingers out of her, tasted them, and moaned, then slipped them back inside. Every male present now had boners bulging out of their jeans, and one by one, every anthro-female and anthro-male pulled their clothes off for the night's orgy. Lillith suddenly creamed, her juices lubricating her dripping pussy even more. Riven spread her wider, then eased his huge black cock in. The woman shrieked with pleasure, moving up onto her knees so she could take all of the horsemeat in. Riven grabbed her thighs and guided her back and forth along his huge dick, his ballsac slapping her ass. Koka and Delta writhed and rolled on the floor, yowling and crying out as they wrapped their legs around each other and thrust together. Ban and Aiine had fallen to fucking doggystyle on the carpet, but, when that was over, the Husky grabbed Scarpaw's head and pushed the hound's face between his thighs, groaning. Riven suddenly gushed a river of creamy, sticky, hot spooge into Lillith, which spilled out of her and dripped onto the leather couch. Sheria neighed and squealed as Riven slid into her big, loose, mare-cunt. The mare sucked frantically on Scarpaw's cock as the Pharaoh Hound licked and blew Ban above her head. Taria laid down on her back across the coffee table, the slender, mixed-breed anthro-fem flicking her tongue out at the Chinchilla Persian's nipples while she slid her fingers in and out of Taria's cunt, moving to taste the other fem's juices every once in a while. Then, taking Taria's clit in her mouth, the mixed-breed sucked and went down on the Persian, who cried out and came, her hot cream flowing freely. Riven, Ban, and Scarpaw came at once, cum dripping down their bodies into the carpet. Aiine screamed with pleasure as Hans's huge black cock slid down her asshole and Rimend's large, dripping red cock sank into her pussy as he thrust upward into her from where she straddled him. A drop of Hans's pre dripped down onto Rimend's mouth and he licked it up eagerly, making a note to fuck the young Rottweiler afterwards. Aiine sucked on Kas's dribbling red cock, rolling her tongue on it and moaning as the Doberman stroked her nipples. Suddenly, as he thrust and plunged, Hans came, gushing sticky spooge into Aiine's ass. Rimend cummed into the Poodle's cunt a second later, the white stuff dripping out onto the floor. The young Rottie lay back as Rimend flicked his tongue out at his dark nipples, then began to jack the dog off, slowly at first, then faster and faster, until Hans sprayed cum all over Rimend's face and hand. Taking Hans in his mouth, Rimend sucked hard and fast, going down on the younng Rottie. Hans groaned and stiffened, his hands clenching ar his sides, then moaned and cummed into Rimend's mouth. Rimend fondled Hans's ballsac, then rubbed his own huge hard-on along the young Rottie's thigh. "Get on you knees." Hans knelt in front of Rimend, and groaned as the German Shepherd thrust into his tight ass. Luki and Taria fucked on the couch, the feisty little Persian crying his name and the wolfdog gang-leader groaning her own as he screwed her expertly.

**

Jere lay back against the pillows, smiling at Brutus playfully. He grinned back, then kissed her softly. The orange-and-white cat wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth to take his tongue in. The Shepherd pulled her close to him, sliding a hand under her back, then slipped his fingers lower until he felt the thin strap of her g-string. Jere arched her hips as he hooked his thumbs into the thong straps and pulled it down, then let it drop to the floor and began to unzip his fly. Jere, naked and slender, pulled his hands away and undid the zipper herself. Brutus shed his jeans and boxers, and drank in Jere's beauty hungrily. Jere lay down, shivering slightly with readiness. Brutus noticed a small scar in the hollow of her throat, and kissed it, feeling her shudder with pleasure. He moved back up and looked down at her again, then kissed the end of her pink nose and the corner of her mouth. Jere smiled, lying still and waiting for him. The Shepherd kissed her full on the lips, opening his and seeking entry with his tongue and felt her receive it. Brutus accepted hers, gently seeking. He sat up and Jere opened her eyes, still smiling. The handsome, anthro-Shepherd plumped the pillows behind the beautiful orange-and-white cat, then eased her back down and took a firm nipple in his mouth, and suckled. Jere gasped as a shock of excitement darted through her, and felt a warm tingling between her thighs. Brutus nuzzled and nibbled lightly, until she pushed toward him, then suckled eagerly. Jere moaned with pleasure. He reached for the other breast, caressed its round fullness and hard tip. She was already breathing hard. He let go of her softly furred tit and began to kiss her neck and throat, found her ear, and nibbled on an earlobe, then blew in it, stroking her arms and her breasts with both hands. Shivers shook Jere. He kissed her mouth, then ran his warm tongue slowly over her chin, down the middle of her throat, through her cleavage, and down to her navel. His huge cock swelled and pointed, and Brutus went on. He felt the velvety fur, and then his tounge found her clit. The Shepherd stopped for a second, and heard Jere let out her breath in dismay. The anthro-cat sat up and took him in her hand, letting it slide back and forth over the full length, the smooth black skin, the hard largeness. Brutus was happy that she wasn't scared of his size, like the other virgins he'd had. Jere bent down to him and he felt her warm mouth take his cock in. Brutus groaned softly as he felt pulling and she moved up and down, then pushed her gently back. "Jere, it's my turn to make you happy." She smiled up at him. "I can't wait, babe." Jere lay back down on the bed, and the Shepherd kissed her mouth and throat, sending tremors of pleasure through her slender body. He cupped both breasts in his hands, held them together, and sucked one nipple at a time, and licked in between them. He slipped down until his tongue found her navel again and he circled it with widening circles until he reached the soft fur of her mouth. Brutus knelt between her thighs and spread Jere, then held the deep pink petals of her wet cunt back and savored a long, slow taste. Jere shuddered, half sat up, cried out, and Brutus felt himself grow harder. Jere lay back down, moaning softly and breathing hard. The strong Shepherd explored her tenderly, teasing her with his tongue and with his skilled hands, reaching inside. The anthro-cat began to move her hips against his mouth, crying out and tossing her head, and he knew she was ready. He found her hard clit, began to work it, while she panted, Brutus's own thrusting cock eager for her. Then Jere cried louder, the Shepherd felt and tasted a warm wetness, and she reached for him. "Brut.....ahhhh.....Brut!" Jere was beyond herself now, beyond any knowing but him. She wanted him so bad, wanted to feel his huge hard shaft inside of her. Brutus was on her, she was helping him, guiding him, then the German Shepherd slid inside, and felt a surge that brought him to that incredible peak. Jere cried out with a hint of pain as he broke through her barrier, then moaned as he backed off, and plunged in again, deep; she took him all in. Brutus pulled out, then pushed back in, and again, and again. he wanted to draw it out, make it last. He wanted it never to end, and yet he couldn't wait for it. With each powerful thrust, he felt closer. Sweat glistened on their bodies as they matched their timing, found their stride, and moved with a rhythm. Breathing hard, they strained to meet at each stroke, reaching, pulsing, all will, all thought, all feeling concentrated on one another. Then, almost unexpectedly, the intensity peaked. In a burst beyond them both, they reached the crest and broke through with a spasm of joy. They held each other for a moment, and then let go. They lay still, trying to catch their breath. Brutus rolled over and lay beside Jere, who turned to face him. "That felt so good, so good," she panted quietly. Brutus stroked her breast, rolling a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, then kissed her neck and nodded. "Mmhmm." Jere felt his body loosen as he drifted off to sleep, and closed her own eyes. "I love ya, Brut." They fell into slumber together, sweaty, tired, and with smiles on both their faces.

**

The morning light shone down on a chaotic scene. Lillith still lay where she had fallen asleep after fucking most of the male furs last night. Upstairs, Jere and Brutus had returned to their full animal state and were snuggled together in her bed, but the way they slept would make you wonder.......

the end