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--1

With almost a pirouette around the well-greased pole, the momentum curling his long, white-tipped tail around his naked hips, Phillip glided to a halt with casual flair. As a red fox, he had grace that took little effort to put forth. A compact-muscular body but a well-proportioned, healthy rear added immensely to his appeal, but so did his youthful looks in contrast to most of the other strippers with Nature Calls, the highly-touted gay gentleman's club at which he worked.

Dismounting the pole to some raucous, lewd cheer, Phillip winked and blew them all a kiss with a grand sweep of his arm, followed by a twist and playful wiggle of his naked ass.

As a median dancer, his role was quickly filled by a muscular, gray donkey. All eyes were off of the fox and onto the new gyrating meat, but that was just as well for Phillip, who had gotten his fill of the spotlight for the night. Hooking his discarded jockstrap with a toe, tossing it up for an easy catch with his paw, he padded off the stage yet made no concession to make himself decent.

His nudity off-stage wasn't minded, and he wasn't the only naked slice, though most of the total indecency was kept to the stages. At any rate, all of those naked were staff.

Phillip was familiar enough with the other workers - all 180-plus of them - thanks to the swing-shift nature of the club, but to say he knew all of them was untrue. Not surprisingly, he had his friends among them; it wasn't uncommon that the club's talent gathered in cliques, occasionally for friendly rivalries, sometimes to blow off steam, other times just for camaraderie - lion's share of them were ex-army, after all - but not Phillip. His own background was with the NBA, but that only meant that he felt the team player urge, too.

One of his closer friends was enjoying his break close by, sitting at the bar and nursing a plain ginger ale. A zebra of massive proportions, he was used to not being touched at random. Though he didn't mind roaming hands, especially the ones that promised more than a coy grope, patrons (and most of the other staffers) never felt him up purely out of intimidation. That was why, when Phillip clapped a paw down on his hip unannounced, the stallion knew it was a familiar touch.

Turning, shifting on the stool (even as high as it was, he still sat with his knees bent), the zebra found himself face-to-face with Phillip. Smiling tightly, he said, "Phil - what's up?"

"Looks like you are, Ace," the fox chuckled. It was true - Ace had something going on in his blood-red jock, but then, it seemed like he always did.

"Don't be a smartass, or my next bit's gonna be a puppet show," Ace grinned.

Blushing but sneering, Phillip kissed the zebra on his broad, black nose sweetly, and the zebra rumbled fondly. There was no pretense of romance between them; Phillip just enjoyed flirtatious, oftentimes sexual intimacy with his friends.

Turning back to his drink, Ace was hugged by Phillip. Just short of two feet taller than the fox, it came to be that the tod was up on the tips of his digitigrade toes just to squeeze the zebra about the neck. The size difference was something that they both enjoyed, and he leaned back against the fox, albeit without too much of his weight.

With no segue, the zebra said, "Oh, hey, your buddy's around here somewhere."

"Ace, honey," Phillip grinned, "my little black book is thicker than a Celtics fan's skull. You gotta narrow it down."

Ace laughed. He could take or leave basketball, but Phillip's outspoken hatred of the Celtics was always cute. Finally, he said, "You know - that halfbreed fox. The one you were blowing at that lacy girly-boy club up the street."

"I was drunk," Phillip defensively blurted. His fluster made Ace smirk. "Anyway... Desmond is here?"

"Mhm," Ace grunted, and then he downed what was left of his woefully non-alcoholic drink. "He was trying to get down Aiden's shorts last I heard. Horny little sonofabitch, isn't he?"

"Typical fox," Phillip said with a noncommittal shrug. "I figure, after making a rare exception and swallowing another man's load, I owe him a greeting."

"Heh, rare," the zebra chuckled. "Later."

--2

"I mean, really," Desmond insisted, "I bet this place blows more on plus-sized jockstraps than my club does on payroll."

A rather jolly, but by no means plump polar bear, Aiden found Desmond's coy bitching to be a fun distraction. Even better was that the foxcoon was a knockout of a femboy. A twink bearing curvacious hips, with thighs that Aiden pictured wrapped around his pelvis, Desmond was indeed a fine piece, if girly boys were your thing. Fortunately for Aiden, they were well within his interests.

"Probably," Aiden admitted, smiling. He sat perched on the edge of a stage, but it was quiet and vacant; his routine had been the last of that shift, and since another round of dancers weren't scheduled to use it for another hour, he did no harm in "entertaining" Desmond.

It proved to be an ideal place to sit, since Desmond, despite all of his posturing and bitching, was an affectionate thing. He leaned against one of Aiden's splayed, muscular thighs, and he shamelessly fondled the half-erect bulge that lay in the stud's snow-camo jock. It made the foxcoon impossible to take seriously, but Aiden didn't mind his situation at all.

Finally Desmond sneered, "No witty comeback?" Meanwhile, he groped the blunt tip of the bear's cock, the outline obvious in the jockstrap. Under his groping paw, pre saturated the fabric, steadily filling the air immediately around the pair with ursine musk.

Shivering at the groping and rubbing, Aiden chuckled, "Honestly? It's hard to think of anything when you're handling my package like that, hot stuff." Winking, playfully sticking out his tongue, he added, "This how you did debate class back in school?"

"Fuck you," Desmond grinned. For a twink, he was a feisty thing.

"Maybe with your tongue, since you seem great with it," Aiden said, smiling disarmingly. "As for with your dick? Heh, I get the feeling you're more of a bottom bitch."

"I think you're right," Phillip chimed in, closing Desmond in between Aiden and himself. Although he and Desmond were both vulpine creatures, Phillip had more than a foot of height on the generously-hipped foxcoon. "Although, I have to admit, I've never actually fucked you... You a pitcher or a catcher, Dez?" he grinned.

Previously flustered, Desmond leaned back against the naked fox when he realized who it was. He found himself in an embrace that was, thanks to Phillip's roaming paws, completely lewd, but even as the red fox caressed his slender body and groped his crotch, he coolly said, "Good question - you did greet me last time by burying your face in my lap."

Aiden grinned and cocked an eyebrow at Phillip.

"I was drunk," the fox groaned. "And besides - it was on your turf. If I'd nailed you, I would've had a lynch mob of twinks after me, or something."

"More like all of 'em clamoring for the D, too busy bending over to hurt anyone," Aiden mused with a vacant smile. "So, Phil, your buddy here is saying Nature Calls' got nothing on the queer emporium he wiggles at."

"Boasting, huh? You trying to start a gang war or something?" asked the red fox.

"I was just making some valid points," Desmond insisted.

"Li-i-ike?" Phillip pushed.

"Li-i-ike how your club spends more on plus-sized jocks and magnum rubbers than my club spends on our salaries," the foxcoon answered, sneering.

A more sharp combatant without the twink molesting him, Aiden chimed in, "That's really saying a lot, then! I mean - your club has to hire three times as many dancers just because you're all such little princesses."

"Oh, right in my frilly, black heart," Desmond deadpanned. "You talk a lot."

Aiden shrugged. "Right now, yes. But when you were pretty much jerking me off, I was being a good boy, just listening." Bobbing his eyebrows jauntily, he chuckled and said, "I'm down for doing that again."

"Hah," Phillip laughed, nipping Desmond's ear. "Usually it's fifty bucks a grope, Aiden must like you."

"I like everyone," the polar bear nonchalantly said.

"Anyway," Desmond growled (which came across as more cute and harmless than threatening), "what it all really comes down to is that, sure, you guys can wiggle and gyrate, and sure, most of you are hung two inches below the knee - but there's no real talent. You just rely on eye candy."

"Them's fightin' words," Phillip said in his best John Wayne accent.

"Yeah, pilgrim," Aiden growled, although coming from someone as perpetually-likable as him, the noise was unconvincing. He jabbed a finger into the twink's chest. "You wanna put your g-string where your mouth is?"

"How about mine, actually?" Phillip blurted, and everyone laughed, even Desmond.

Still chuckling, the foxcoon said, "All right, all right, sure. Pole-dancing contest?"

Phillip glanced at Aiden, who shrugged. "Well, I'm off-duty," the bear said.

"Me too," Phillip said. "All right, Dez - c'mon."

In marching the foxcoon off toward the VIP rooms, they brushed past Ace, the striped stallion looking frustrated.

"Aiden, hey," said Phillip, "take Desmond and find a room, would you?"

As Aiden led Desmond off, Phillip turned to the huffy zebra. "What's up?" he asked, paws on his hips, nudity doing nothing to change his mannerisms.

Ace folded his arms across his burly, naked chest and snorted, blowing back the wild, orange mohawk of Phillip's hair. "The floor manager overbooked the fucking stages, so I'm not dancing tonight." Gesturing sharply at the stage Aiden, Desmond, and Phillip had their playful encounter at, he said, "Lookit that, fucking empties all over, but I can't go on any because it'll fuck up the schedule. You know, worse than it already is."

"Bummer," Phillip said, laying a paw on the zebra's bicep. "But you're still getting paid, right?"

"Well," Ace mumbled, "yeah."

"Then come with me," said the fox, smiling coyly. "Gonna have a dancing competition with a sissy."

"Eh, a twink?" the zebra grunted, looking down his snout at Phillip.

Chuckling, Phillip tugged at Ace's arm (not that he had any hope of budging the zebra), and he urged, "Come o-o-on, you'll have fun. And you'll probably get laid."

Ace paused for an entire two seconds, and then he trudged after Phillip.

--3

"Hey, in here," Aiden said, peering out of a VIP room door. Phillip nodded, and with Ace close behind, he stepped through.

Nature Calls' VIP rooms were legendary affairs, each one decked out with a gilded stripper pole, complete with its' own small stage. Deep couches surrounded the stage, a minibar was stocked with drinks with glasses nearby, and the whole room came together with moody burgundy and olive shades over matte black tile.

At the sight of Ace, Desmond suddenly had a very interested expression, a coy smile. "Brought some extra meat along?"

Ace smirked at the foxcoon and tapped him on the nose, riling a huff out of the boy. "I hear we're having a little competition, is that so?"

Shrugging and licking his lips, Desmond put his paws on the zebra's stomach where muscles pulsed under hot flesh. The twink could feel them perfectly with his tender finger pads "That was the idea, although, let's face it - none of you guys really have a chance. I took fucking ballet for six years."

"Just some friendly advice," Aiden chimed in, climbing up and sitting at the edge of the stage, "but bragging about that out there," a nod to the closed door, "is a really good way to end up with somebody's fist up your ass."

Nipping at the foxcoon's cheek with his flat teeth, Ace grinned, "Might happen in here, too."

"Settle down, kids," Phillip grinned, and very soon, the fox, fox-mix, and zebra took to the couches. Ace took up most of one of the couches, though there was room enough that Desmond sat at his side, their legs rubbing together.

With some energetic music and the room's own light show, Aiden proved to the foxcoon that he was more than eye-candy. Despite such massive size and heavy muscles, he could twist and grind like a creature Desmond's size. Adding to the show, his bulging crotch bobbed enticingly in the hammock of his jock.

Although the show was ostensibly for Desmond, Phillip and Ace were watching their friend's routine with hungry eyes, too. The naked red fox wasn't hard, but Ace's equine meat stretched his jockstrap into a thin, red tent.

Aiden was muscular, but by virtue of being a bear, he had a plentiful ass, however chiseled it was. Well aware of it, he showed it off to the leering men with gyrations and grinds.

Much too soon for the leering males, the music faded out and the lights came back up. Aiden's routine ended with a leg hooked around the pole, his heavy balls seen quite clearly in his form-fitting jock for the angle. "Ah, I'm done already, huh?" he sighed, chuckling.

"Guess so," said Ace, standing up and stretching, his flared cock trying to curl upwards in its' confines, with only a little bit of success.

Desmond was hard in his jeans, one leg crossed over the other to obscure it, though compared to the studs and even to Phillip, he was tiny in every sense of the word. "That was all right," the twink said, in his best disinterest, spurring the bear to strut over to him with a smirk.

"Just all right?" he cooed, giving a little buck, flopping his heavy crotch in his jock.

Biting his lip, staring and stifling a whine, Desmond said, "Y-yeah. Just all right."

Phillip watched from the side, smiling tightly and merely spectating.

"Hey Ace," Aiden called, glancing at the stallion.

It had been the zebra's intention to take to the pole, but a much more interesting situation was unfolding. Standing at Aiden's side and casually wrapping an arm around the bear's shoulders, he asked, "What's up?"

While the foxcoon fidgeted and blushed with two massive crotches at eye-level, the polar bear mused, "I think you ought to forget the pole and give our little critic a lap dance" They both shared toothy grins, one Ace shortly directed down at the foxcoon.

"Yea-a-ah," Aiden grinned, agreeing with himself and rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "And not one of those no-touch ones you give to the cheap-asses, but the nasty kind. What do you think?"

"I think," Ace said, then licked his lips thoughtfully, "that that's one hell of an idea."

--4

A different, but energetic tune started up, but Desmond didn't notice it. With Ace looming over him, gyrating and humping his barely-decent horsecock so close that the air tasted like equine taint, the big-mouthed twink was much too busy panting and blushing to notice much else.

"You like that, boy?" Ace growled, twisting to the side and smacking his diamond-hard ass with a resounding crack. His taut flesh didn't jiggle in the slightest, his body much too muscular for that.

"Maybe, ngh," Desmond lamely grunted, afterward biting his lip.

Grinning down at the fox while Aiden and Phillip watched intently, Ace bumped his clothed crotch into the twink's snout and pushed him against the sofa, his reward a startled squeak. Putting one hoof up on the couch and both hands on the back rest, he leaned over the foxcoon and lewdly ground his musky package into the girly tod's face. "Bet you sissy fags don't give it to your customers like this," he rumbled.

Desmond whimpered needfully as the stallion ground all over his face, marking him with equine musk, matting his fur down with well-earned sweat. "Oh god," the foxcoon grunted in-between Ace's grinds and his own huffs, both paws on the zebra's thighs.

Just as the foxcoon was really coming to enjoy that lewd smothering, Ace pulled away, first out of the boy's lap, then out of arm's reach. While the tod panted and blushed, non-verbally begging for more, he gyrated and bounced his crotch almost idly, before finally doing away with the jockstrap.

When he pulled it down, he did so in a way that sprung his big, black cock out like a trebuchet, flinging a wad of equine pre almost perfectly into Desmond's snout, making the boy flinch.

"Heh," Ace lowly chuckled, "does the little sissy want some big, black, sweaty stallion dick?" Every adjective was punctuated with a heavy wag of his cock, showing off the weight of it.

"You really gotta ask that?" Phillip remarked, earning only a deadpan glare from the zebra.

Leaning back into the sofa and licking his lips, which he found tainted with the zebra's sweat and scent, Desmond unconvincingly said, "I, uh... I-I could do without it."

Ace shook his head. "Stubborn, huh? And here, I was gonna let you lick the sweat off of my taint... Oh well."

--5

Naked and all the more pent-up from the lap dance, Ace flopped into one of the vacant sofas and watched as their last man, Phillip, sauntered up in front of Desmond.

With the music he chose warming up into a beat he could move to, Phillip also warmed up, grinding and twisting, shaking his hips and swishing his tail. Unlike Aiden and Ace, he was more like Desmond with his gifted behind, the cheeks round and supple, not entirely dominated by hard muscle. Where most of the dancers relied on their muscles and bulging packages, Phillip was a sensual contrast.

In short, what Desmond received was a salacious display of vulpine booty. Each and every one of Phillip's moves was designed to shake that orange-and-white ass in his lucky clients' faces. The effect on Desmond was profound, leaving him huffing and blushing hotly, his need to fuck just about as peaked as it could possibly be, soon to override the haughty pride he had fallen back on previously.

During the bridge of the song, in which Phillip had some room to freestyle without the beat, he brushed his tail across the twink's face and languidly bent over, facing away. The pose saw his cheeks part, exposing the winking pucker between them. "Dez, honey," he purred, "just admit that you're outclassed and you can fuck me 'till the sun comes up."

Although he never expected anything more than an excuse to fuck anyway, Desmond was a little bit disappointed in himself for not holding out longer. He grasped the tod's ass with shaky paws, only for Phillip to straighten out and smack them away, much to the amusement of Ace and Aiden.

"Nah-ah, baby," the fox grinned. "Although, if you really wanna touch..." he trailed off, leaning back. With smoothness befitting his species and vocation, he put a foot up on the sofa and ground his ass against Desmond's snout.

Complacently, Desmond closed his eyes and submitted to the face-sitting, putting one paw on Phillip's raised leg, the other on the tod's hip.

Lewdly and with a grin, Phillip ground his snug pucker against the twink foxcoon's snout. Like all the studs who worked there, he cleanliness was immaculate, but his musk was persistent, filling Desmond's nose with familiar vulpine scents.

As Phillip wiggled back, rubbing his tight asshole all over his fellow fox's nose and lips, Desmond softly kissed and licked, but none too roughly or deeply; whether or not it was his intention, he teased Phillip worse than was being teased, himself, and the toned dancer soon grew hard.

That rimming went on well past the bridge of the song, but nobody was keeping score. In fact, not long after Phillip pulled off of the foxcoon's muzzle with a half-hard cock, he stepped away and turned the music off himself.

--6

"Looks like your turn's up, sissy," Ace murred, grinning, idly stroking his enormous cock.

As Phillip snuck off to the restroom (all of the VIP suites had one), unseen by the others, the twink foxcoon sheepishly agreed and picked out a song for himself, something he usually danced to on his own time at his club.

"Now, um," the twink smiled, pulling his shirt up and off, then undoing the button and zipper of his fly, "just so you guys know, I don't usually let clients touch me, but I'll allow it here. Extraordinary circumstances, et cetera."

Re-entering silently, with a fist clenched and his erection still going strong, Phillip flopped onto the sofa Ace and Aiden were sharing, huddling between the zebra and the bear. It was a tight fit, but foxes were accustomed to that. As if he'd never stepped away, he said, "I imagine if all three of us tried to feel you up at once, you'd be eclipsed."

"Heh!" Ace laughed.

Desmond ignored the joke and pulled down his pants, revealing a frilly g-string that looked like a pair of panties; it was even pink. Kicking his jeans away, he turned around and started the music.

While the twink's back was turned, Phillip passed out the items hidden in his fist - condoms. Ace held onto one, Aiden another. Grins on their faces and boners in their laps, they watched the sissy foxcoon start his moves.

--7

It didn't come as a surprise to the three studs that Desmond actually had decent moves, and his generous thighs and round ass lent themselves well to gyrating. Even his inoffensively small dick was cute in its' own way, especially struggling against those faux-panties like so.

It felt like a shame to have to interrupt such an earnest dance, but not enough to stop any of them.

Twisting around, pressing his silk-clad ass against Ace's big, naked horse cock, the foxcoon grinned and cooed, "Looks like the shoe's on the other foot here, huh?"

Snorting lustfully, Ace grabbed the boy's hips and ground roughly into that ass, hotdogging it through the g-string, coaxing the foxcoon to gasp. "Nope, 'cause you're still getting my cock rubbed all over you..."

Phillip was still just watching, but Aiden decided he was through with just teasing the twink. Squirming out of his jock and baring his blunt cock, he caught Desmond's gaze. What kept the boy's rapt attention was the fact that the polar bear produced and promptly tore open a condom packet with MAGNUM boisterously printed on it.

"Oh, h-hey!" Desmond squeaked, eyes wide as Aiden rolled that big, yellow rubber down his shaft.

Watching, too, Ace kept the boy still all through the grinding. With his cock sheathed, Aiden stood and padded over in front of the twink with a big grin on his short muzzle. "Sorry, cutie, but you lose - now open up."

Fidgeting but obeying, and harder than ever in his sissy g-string, Desmond parted his lips. The void was soon filled by Aiden's latex-clad cock, depressing his tongue and bulging his cheeks. Closing his eyes, he wrapped his slender arms around the ursine's hips and palmed his naked rear as that yellow-garbed cock started to push into his throat. Desmond did gag, but it was brief, soon replaced by a resonant growl of pleasure, one Aiden echoed.

"Oh, yeah, nice tight muzzle," the bear cooed. "Hey, kid, I fucked a recruit once who gobbled down my cock just like you are..."

"Pretty sure we all did," Ace grinned, hotdogging the boy harder than ever; taking the teasing well, the foxcoon complacently suckled and gulped.

"Not me," Phillip said, somewhat indignantly.

Aiden glanced at Phillip, his big, blue eyes somewhat glazed with pleasure. Smiling, he said, "I bet you handled your team's balls real nice, though."

"Fu-u-uck you," Phillip snickered.

Unable to help it, Aiden chuckled, "Save it for the twink."

A short time came and passed, a grace period in which Desmond suckled hungrily upon Aiden's cock, molested the polar bear's hard ass cheeks, and suffered the zebra's naked cock rubbing so menacingly into his ass crack. With the music still going and the low light of the VIP room adding a moody flair, it was perfect - and it was only going to get better from there.

Unhanding the twink's hips, Ace wasn't surprised to see that the boy stayed put, perking his butt out, hopeful for more grinding, but that was over. Swatting the twink's hip, the striped stallion said, "Aiden, get this girly thing out of my lap."

Obliging, Aiden held onto the boy by the lower jaw and the back of the skull, easing his cock out of that throat, then out of the maw leading to it. His yellow-sheathed cock gleaming and dribbling with saliva, he led Desmond a few feet away.

By no means was Ace done with the twink, and nobody thought otherwise, but Aiden made use of the boy first. After shoving the twink down to his knees, he further savored that suckling maw and the roaming paws that came with it, meanwhile petting through those pretty locks of hair, a downright benign pleasure compared to what he was getting in return.

While he tore open one of the rubbers - the package specifically reading EQUINE MAGNUM - Ace mumbled to Phillip, "So what's your plan with the little homo?"

Watching Ace roll down that blue-colored rubber with hungry eyes, the fox mused, lowly enough that neither Desmond nor Aiden heard, "Not sure just yet, but I figure that ass isn't gonna be worth fucking once you're through with it," he grinned, looking Ace in the eyes.

"Goddamn right," the zebra growled.

"Heh," Phillip chuckled. "I'll figure something out... Got something coming to mind ri-i-ght now, in fact. After Aiden pops one in his throat, lay him on his back."

"Sure," Ace coolly said. "Gonna wait it out 'till then?"

"Probably," the fox said, shrugging.

Ace grinned and winked. "You know you're cool to join in with me." Perhaps surprising to some, but not to Phillip, the stallion kissed the fox on the cheek just before he stood up.

Cock in his paw, Phillip leaned back on the sofa, one leg hooked over the armrest. Idly, he masturbated.

--8

Aiden saw Ace coming, acknowledging the zebra with a nod, but with no change to his blushing, slightly grimacing expression. Ace nodded back at him, but soon after, all of his attention was on the foxcoon. Kneeling down behind the already-kneeling sissy, Ace grasped those luscious hips and hooked his meaty fingers into the faux-panties' waistband.

Made aware of the horse's presence and intentions, Desmond shivered, but outwardly did nothing to acknowledge the zebra. Rather, he began to suckle harder on Aiden, the noise becoming that much more pronounced, the polar bear grunting in that sweet oral pleasure.

"Goddamn, he knows how to suck a dick," the bear said sheepishly, with a grin to match.

Ace tugged down the twink's underwear, smirking. The round shape of his ass was no surprise to the zebra, but he still loved the sight of it. "Get him down on his all-fours," the zebra said to Aiden.

"Like a doggy bitch," the bear chuckled, kneeling down slowly, with Desmond moving just as carefully with him. The end result was simple, and just what Ace wanted: Desmond on his paws and knees, ready to take it.

There was no doubt in Ace's mind that the twink was good, but asking such a tiny pucker to take such a big horse dick with no lube was a bit much. Fortunately for the both of them, the zebra knew how to make do. Grasping both of those curves, he parted them, baring the foxcoon's snug pucker to the cool air, making it clench.

Ace leaned down quite far for the size difference between himself and the twink. Before he hit his mark, he bumped his wide, black nose into the back of the twink's balls, soon after pressing it against that small tail hole. Even with his nose, he could feel the ring tensing, the foxcoon's body language perfectly obvious; a twitch and a squirm said a lot between experienced sluts.

Letting go of Desmond's ass cheeks and allowing them to brush against his invading snout, Ace - of course with a sneer - started to rim the cute, young sissy. Small, wet strokes of his strong, flexible tongue slathered the quivering pucker. Down below, the boy's bare cock squirted pre onto the floor, making a mess of matte tiles; in a similar way, but much more noticeably, Ace's shaft spat its' pre into the condom's reservoir, bulging it already.

If Desmond had any weaknesses (and he did, being an effeminate twink), being rimmed was at the top of that list, especially by such a stud; Ace's thick tongue knew exactly what it was doing with every little prod, stroke, and brush.

While a less experienced creature might have faltered in their other duties, Desmond continued to suckle on Aiden's latex-wrapped cock, working the bear's big cock with his tongue and throat alike. On his paws and knees, he wasn't as free to molest the polar bear's ass the way he had before, but what he did was almost as good; he spared one paw and palmed those heavy, white balls, squeezing and rubbing them, putting his tender pads to great use.

The way Aiden sighed and lazily took the cocksucking made it obvious just how content he was in the pleasure. It seemed like a typical bear mannerism to be a bit laid-back, to just be tended to and be happy with it.

Seeing Ace bent over to tongue the foxcoon's rear provided a nice sight for Phillip, who watched intently, stroking himself off a little bit more quickly, though he was yet a ways from an orgasm. He knew he was going to get his own bite of the foxcoon - no doubt about that. In the meantime, studying Ace's naked, striped ass was stimulating enough.

Already, Ace had covered the outside of Desmond's asshole with his saliva, but the inside was where it counted. Flicking his tufted tail in concentration, he pressed the tip of his tongue to that well-slicked tail hole, nudged against it a few times, and then unceremoniously wedged it inside, spreading the tod wide with something infinitely more flexible and loving than fingers.

For all his jaded sexuality, it was then that Desmond faltered. Around Aiden's cock, he groaned out sharply, and he clutched one of the polar bear's thighs.

Aiden, meanwhile, was quite far-gone, and he wasn't in the mood to coddle the boy so close to his climax - so he started to facefuck him, using that lapse in the fox's voluntary slobbering to just piston-pump that tight maw and throat.

In surprise, the tod clenched around Ace's tongue, and so Ace saw fit to get particularly rude with the fox. Slobbering in as deeply as he could, choosing to ignore subtlety, he ramrodded his tongue as far as it would go, and he forced as much saliva into the fox as he possibly could, which amounted to a thick, drippy layer of lubrication all over the twink's anal walls.

The rimjob provoked a vicious cycle. Desmond crooned and grunted around Aiden's cock, and the bear was spurred onwards by the reverberations, thus plowing the foxcoon's maw and throat even faster.

After just a few more wholly unnecessary slurps just to tease the twink, Ace yanked his tongue back. Quickly grasping those ass cheeks again, he pried them apart and spent all of five seconds admiring his work; Desmond's pucker, slightly agape, dribbling with slobber. Messy, he thought, a non sequitur as he butted his blunt, equine pride against that tail hole without the guidance of a hand.

Grinning lewdly, rumbling to match, Ace conceded to gripping his cock and he pressed forward. It seemed impossible - or at least very unlikely - for the twink to take that much stallion meat. Even wrapped in such an obnoxious color, it was no less imposing, and obviously no easier to handle.

Desmond was an experienced bottom, however, and when Ace's meat started to open up his pucker, giving that entrance no choice to stretch wide, the fox responded as foxes were apt to; he curled his toes, he trembled, and he groaned out hotly around the bear's dick. Ignoring that his eyes were clenched shut and his ears were splayed back, Desmond took that big, fat stallion cock surprisingly well.

The blunt flare was the worst of it; as Ace announced with a staggering groan, that much of it was buried, and then came the uniform inches after it.

Still holding onto the remainder, Ace guided his manhood deep into the twink's bowels, the sheer girth spreading the boy open in a way the zebra could easily feel, but the fox was taking it so well. Truly, he'd happened upon a very capable faggot.

Phillip watched in silence, though his stroking was momentarily interrupted as he rolled a cherry-red rubber down the length of his cock, wrapping it up tightly.

Softly palming the back of the twink's head, Aiden paused his bucking and used his size for a better vantage point, leaning over the foxcoon and moving the brush of his tail out of the way so he could see that incredible penetration. Making the tod blush, he grinned, "This sissy's a natural if he's taking a cock like yours, huh?"

Sneering, but overall seeming much more reserved in the pleasure, Ace bucked to shove the middle ring of his cock past Desmond's tail hole. Beneath him, the fox twitched and his toes curled up again; Aiden felt a nick from his teeth but said nothing.

"What do you expect from a fox?" Ace sniggered, sparing a glance back at Phillip, who casually flipped the zebra off.

Resting back on his knees, Aiden took hold of the twink's head again. Formerly moving his hips, he simply started to make use of his leverage, forcibly bobbing Desmond's head. Really, this didn't seem to be something the foxcoon minded; instead, it seemed that he enjoyed the domination and the discomfort.

Case in point, Ace had had enough of slow penetration, and he just buried the last couple of inches in one harsh buck. All around his cock, the foxcoon's ass gripped and spasmed, rejecting him, but there was no resisting a force like that big, muscular stallion. His lewd rumble picking up again, he took hold of those fine hips and began to rut the twink, his thrusts slow but devastating, each time pulling back a few inches shy of exiting, only to ram it back in, reaming that anal passage as it tried to tighten back up again.

Now it was fortunate that Aiden was doing all the work; there was no hope of the twink giving oral sex, not under the duress of Ace's assfucking. Beneath him, dangling and drooling pre, his pink cock throbbed heavily, but there was no relief in sight for the poor foxcoon. The stallion and the bear were much too busy to oblige him, Phillip hadn't even involved himself yet, and the foxcoon himself was too distracted by that sweet mix of pleasure and pain.

Grabbing Desmond's tail greedily, Ace wrapped its' luxuriant fluff around his neck like a feather boa, and the nailed the faggot foxcoon in style. Over and over, his hard hips smashed into the twink's curved behind, shoving him forward into Aiden's lap. With each buck, his cock spat more pre, bloating the reservoir of the rubber, that distended latex dragging against and rubbing all over the boy's anal walls.

Panting and shuddering, deadly teeth bared in a grimace, Aiden wasn't doing well. Desmond was beyond sucking or lapping, but it didn't matter to the bear, who was solely getting off on the velvet texture of the boy's tongue, cheeks, and throat by then, along with the occasional tickling prick of teeth. "Shit, I'm not gonna hold out much longer," the polar bear groaned, arching his back and gazing listlessly at the ceiling. "Fuck, fuck,fu-u-uck," he crooned, biting his bottom lip in that final swear.

Phillip made his way closer now, kneeling near the action, and he watched Aiden's imminent climax with obvious interest. Ace was a little more distracted, banging Desmond with the tod's tail coiled about his neck, but he took some notice of the bear; it was hard not to.

Emitting what would have been a roar if not for biting his lip and gnashing his teeth, Aiden blasted a sloppy load down Desmond's throat... Or he would have, if not for the rubber catching it and making a bulging balloon in the foxcoon's throat. Ironically, that spurred the fox's gag reflex, but he caught himself and stopped it, and he merely enjoyed the respite of Aiden's stillness. Ace, however, was as ruthless as ever.

"Oh, that's the stuff," Aiden cooed, slowly relaxing, straightening out his back. He wiped some imaginary sweat from his brow, and then he sighed. "Shit, that was good..." Gently enough, he slid his slick meat out of the twink's maw, the squishy bulge of the condom coming a second after, dragging over his tongue and rolling off of his lip. The sheer amount of jizz in that rubber was incredible, and Desmond felt a small sense of loss at looking at it. As much as he wanted to taste it, he wasn't the type to suck spent cum out of a used condom, however.

Still bouncing with Ace's harsh bucks, Desmond popped his jaw as he looked at Phillip, who traded places with Aiden, the bear sitting aside to peel the rubber off.

"How about you, baby?" the twink asked, doing his best to sound like a sultry whore, but the zebra's abuse had his syllables a bit staggered, making him pant in the middle of words. "Ready for, ah, Christ..." He rolled back his eyes, huffing. "You want my mouth too?" he finally asked.

"In a way," Phillip grinned, and then he nodded at Ace, who took a full ten seconds to comply.

"Fucking fox, interrupting a good assfucking like that," the stallion chuckled, though he was snuffling through his nostrils in a haggard way. The fact that his orgasm wasn't far off wasn't a surprise or a secret. After tugging his manhood out of the foxcoon, earning a gasp from the boy in doing so, he hurriedly rolled the sissy over and parted his legs, and in the course of only a few seconds, he bullied his cock back inside, giving his tail hole no time to tighten back up.

Phillip watched for only a moment, cock held tightly, as Ace got back into pounding the foxcoon. Then smirking in vulpine mischief, he straddled the tod's head, facing the zebra, and he ground his ass down onto the twink's snout. Neither fox said anything; the domination was implied, and what the plain fox wanted was so obvious that the sissy wasted no time in getting to it.

Grasping Phillip's thighs, Desmond soon began to rim his fellow fox, treating him to lap after lap, a rimming more skilled and nuanced than that which Ace had given him. With his smaller tongue, he teased and tickled, slurped and slobbered, slicking the pink pucker up as well as matting down the fur around it. Phillip's taint wasn't safe, either, getting its' own share of gnaws, and Desmond wasn't shy about the kisses; wet, noisy smooches of faggoty love were a steady occurrence on that winking pucker.

Licking his lips and wearing a foxy smirk, Phillip jerked himself off good and fast, his pace quicker than Ace's assfucking, albeit only just, since the zebra was rutting their pet twink at a very good clip. Keeping eye contact with the zebra, who gruffly snorted and snuffled in his work, Phillip rather cutely asked, "Didn't I say you'd have fun?"

Ace grinned and leaned in, giving and getting a wet kiss from Phillip. Just good friends with benefits; perfect for a couple of swinging studs like them.

Back into his pace full-force, Ace held Desmond' legs up, and he rutted the sissy for all he was worth. Each time he pounded his dick into the twink, the boy's own cock and balls bounced. He found it cute that even though Desmond had a rager, his cock was so inoffensive, downright little compared to the rest of the meat in the room - but he proved himself by being able to take so much punishment.

Grinding down against Desmond's face, playfully smothering the twink a little bit, Phillip panted and growled at all of that sweet anal pleasure. Although he was jerking off and filling up his red rubber with pre, most of the pleasure he felt was purely Desmond's doing. No creature knew anal sex quite like a fox, after all.

Much like what Ace had done to him, Desmond had speared his tongue deep inside of his fellow fox, slathering those snug anal walls with his slippery slobber, though not with an ulterior purpose in mind. He lapped over every inch of flesh he could reach, giving the tod the most incredible pleasure imaginable, and getting quite a bit out of it, himself. All the while he stroked those athletic legs, now and then palming the furry balls between them.

"Oh, he's so good at this," Phillip crooned, his face a mask of pleasure.

"I bet," Ace growled, "but I'll tell you, that tongue of his probably has nothing on this tight fucking ass!" Hunkering down over the two foxes, unintentionally getting face-to-face with Phillip (setting himself up for a kiss that the red fox delivered), the zebra snorted and grunted as he put every ounce of his energy into the sex. Over and over again, he rammed his mighty equine flesh into the twink and yanked it back, reaming him hard, deep, and fast. A less-flexible creature wouldn't have been able to take it, but Desmond was a fox; even with the size difference, he existed solely for men like Ace to fuck silly.

A mighty snort snuffled past Ace's nostrils, blasting back the hair on Phillip's head. Then, "Fuck, fuck... Shit! I'm gonna cum!" It wasn't a false threat, but it was a little bit early. For another few seconds (which felt like an ice age for the eagerly-waiting Desmond), Ace utterly abused the twink's asshole. After all of that, he slammed in one final time, and he erupted, bloating his rubber hugely, making the foxcoon gasp into Phillip's rear at the sensation.

Ace's climax was typically equestrian, buckets of intensely fertile spooge jetting into that rubber and filling it up to capacity. Only after the throbbing in his loins ceased did the stallion start to pull back, his exit seeming difficult after so easily rutting that twink with no cares. When the flare came free, Desmond shuddered and gasped, huffing into Phillip's warm, comforting ass. The bloated reservoir slopped free a moment later, flopping noisily onto the tile. Desmond, though gaped and certain to be sore for weeks to come, was pleased - and still erect.

After two studs like Aiden and Ace having their way, Phillip's own climax seemed like a trivial matter, and indeed, it wasn't going to take the foxcoon much more work. He slobbered and slurped, caressing the tod's anal walls and palming his thighs and balls with equal affection, clearly very involved his work.

The sight of Ace giving it to Desmond had helped Phillip along considerably, as did that constant slobbering and huffing in and on his round ass. With nowhere near as much fanfare, but no less gratitude to the twink, Phillip grunted and panted as he finally came. Jerking himself off steadily through his release, he pumped his red condom full of his slippery spunk, and he clenched down on the twink's working tongue, making that rimming difficult, but not impossible.

With all of the pleasure peaking and leaving him in the sweet bliss of afterglow, Phillip sighed, "Ooh... Perfect."

--9

Worn-out and sore, Desmond stayed where he was and ignored the aching erection he had, imploring Phillip not to bother himself with it when the red fox offered him a quick sucking.

"You gonna be all right, kid?" Ace asked, grinning, but speaking with some genuine concern as he pulled his jockstrap back on.

"Ah... Yeah," Desmond chuckled, lamely. "I get fucked and ditched all the time."

Aiden squatted down, package bulging out his jockstrap, and petted the twink's head. "Well, hey, you're cool by me, foxcoon."

"And by me," the zebra said, "even though we're better dancers."

"There was never any doubt," Phillip breezily said, putting his own jockstrap for the first time in hours. "Anyway, Desmond, you know where the door is. I need to head home."

"Ah, me too," Aiden added, following the fox.

"And I'm gonna tie the floor manager's tail into a pretzel," Ace said, following the bear.

Desmond stayed in the floor for all of five minutes, enjoying the feel of the cool tile on his hot body, finding himself thankful for his flexible rear. He thought about jerking off, then thought better of it and started to get up.

Before he could get his faux-panties back on, the door yielded to an employee keycard and swung open...