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Toby woke with a headache that would kill a rhino. Thankfully he was an equine, so instead of killing him, it merely made him wish for death. The throbbing stabbing lancing pain made him wince and even moving his eyelids seemed like a bad idea. He just lay there for the moment, gathering strength.

He felt something warm beside him. He hoped to god it wasn't Elizabeth, the cheetah had been getting pretty clingy of late and he knew enough of her passive aggressive emo psychodrama stunts to steer clear. If he had fucked her he would never hear the end of it.

The warm bulk felt strangely reassuring though, and he nuzzled up closer and tried to relax. It was like a big warm pillow, only kind of hard but nice smelling. He opened his nostrils and tried to breathe. The sensation wasn't a good one, and a sudden rasping in his throat made him double up and cough, hacking away until the spasm passed. That was odd...

He got another whiff of the scent. It was familiar, and he screwed up his muzzle in thought. Bovine...

A little alarmed, he tried to open his eyes. That was a big mistake. Something horribly bright and terrifying burned its way into his eye sockets and made him cringe away and utter a pitiful yelp. What sadistic bastard had installed a 400 watt globe in his room? If he found the bastards...

"Ohhh fuck..."

Now there was a voice.

"Yeah...fuck..."

Then he froze. The voice was male, rough and rumbling like the owner had a mouth full of gravel. The warm reassuring presence he had been resting against suddenly moved, and he heard the bed creak with the strain and the thud of a pair of hooves on carpet.

The figure walked unsteadily across the room, the hoof falls uneven and uncertain. At one point, he heard a loud crunch and a shouted expletive as the other figure ran into some unknown obstruction. The hoof falls resumed, even more unsteady, until there came an untidy flopping sound and then something even more evocative.

The sound of dry retching, followed by decidedly not dry retching. His nostrils picked up the scent soon after, the instantly recognisable stench of vomit.

That was the cue for Toby to realise he was also feeling mighty unwell. He fought against whatever demonic apparition was currently smothering him. The poor unassuming duvet flew across the room, followed by the form of a large unsteady shire horse intent on his own mission of relief. He followed the sounds of hucking, arms out like a zombie, determined not to open his eyes to the horrible burning lancing pain of the light unless absolutely necessary. It wasn't, though he trampled over the duvet in the process and managed to tear it with his hooves and spread feathers all over the floor.

His hand latched onto the warm bulk, and straight away he found his goal; the basin by the wall. Nature took over, and he took turns emptying his stomach with the large figure by his side until both had exhausted the capacity of their respective stomachs and he turned the tap on to maximum flow to clear the horror.

Tentatively, he opened one eyelid a fraction. He was greeted by a basin full of diced carrot. Why was it always diced carrot...

That drew a dry heave that did terrible things for the pain in his throbbing skull. Eventually it subsided again, and he brought his muzzle to the tap to wash away the foul taste and surveyed the room.

It wasn't even his. It was his best mate's room, Devlin. The big bull had returned to the bed and hugged a pillow and was rocking back and forward slowly. And he was naked.

Toby wandered back to the bed, not quite sure this was a good thing, but unable to execute any other plan for now. The bull shuffled sideways a little, giving him enough room to lie there and wait for death. He tried to see what time it was, and it was then he realised the terrible burning light was the sun peering through the open window. They had left the curtains open; that was just bad planning. He stumbled over and tried to close them, only succeeding in ripping them from the curtain rods. He stood with the torn curtain in his hand sort of dumbly trying to work out what to do next. In the end he just shrugged and used it as a robe and collapsed back on the bed under the industrial orange detritus.

"Ohhhh fuck..."

It seemed all that Devlin could manage. Toby tried to laugh, but he found that hurt too much, so he just grinned instead. The big bull was not one for words usually. The engineering student was more comfortable with numbers or actions, usually ones that involved brute force. Under that façade Toby knew him to be a sweet gentle guy, but he wouldn't let on that terrible secret even under torture. Guys have to stick together.

"Just rest Dev."

"What the fuck are you doing here Tob? What happened?"

That started a train of thought in the stallion. He scratched his sides and then his feathering. It seemed a little matted, but that was probably nothing unusual. He had memories coming back, slowly, in small uncertain fragments. It had been an epic night.

The day he mostly remembered; the day of their college football grand final. Against the motherfucking Catholics. Fuck yeah! Harrington College First's Football, make thee mightier yet!

Except...

"Fuck...we lost didn't we." The equine managed to get it out with suitable surprise. The bull was having none of it though.

"Well, what did you expect really?"

Toby closed his eyes and nodded. It really was to be expected.

The Catholic schools that provided the bulk of the students for Neville College had a long tradition of excellence in football, and tended to take it very very seriously. They provided a surprising number of recruits to the professional sides each draft and in turn tended to use ex pro footballers as coaches. Whereas Toby and Devlin were more content to coast along with their natural talent like many of their fellow Harrington teammates. Hard work was for the pub. It had caught up with them in the grand final, as they always kind of knew it would.

Their coach, a taciturn wolf from the University Blues coaching staff, had given them a rousing speech at half time. They were only thirty points down. Sacrifice. Work. Dare. Don't think, do. Tora Tora Tora. Jerusalem. Glory awaits those prepared to sacrifice.

He had been trying those lines all season, and it made them laugh mostly and he watched them ignore his instructions and play for fun anyway. This team was happy, united, a bunch of mates. Just not a bunch of mates prepared to work too hard. By three quarter time they were down by fifty points. The wolf finally cracked.

"I cant believe how much you lot rolled over and took it that quarter. From a bunch of fucking Catholics. They are all used to getting a touch up in the boarding house from the brothers, but I expected better from you. Now we are going to lose to that bunch of cunts. Cunts...cunts...cunts...!"

He was raving now, spittle flying from his muzzle and incisors bared as he ripped into everyone. First he pointed at Toby, who had been beaten in ruck all day.

"Well...you're the cunts now. You, you stupid worthless horse...you're a cunt!"

Toby had been taken aback, his ears twitching and tail down. Then the wolf turned on their captain and centre half forward Devlin.

"And you, you useless piece of beef. You call yourself a captain? You're a cunt!"

Now the bull was looking hurt, his horns shaking with suppressed fury. The wolf was on a roll now, pointing randomly to players with his eyes rolling.

"And you! You're a cunt! And you...and you...you're all cunts...every last motherfucking cunt of you is a cunt...cunt....cunnnnnnnnntttttt!"

We were saved by the siren, and headed out to the field again. The coach was there on the sidelines, and through the whole quarter he managed to mumble 'cunt' with wide staring eyes as we went about our business. In the end we lost by eighty. We did dump him in the fishpond though. He emerged with a carp in his muzzle still screaming 'cunt!'

The college always had a party when one of its teams made the grand final, and this night was no exception. The quadrangle had filled with beer, tequila, and inebriated furs. All the students in the college could come they just had to pay ten dollars. The footballers got in for free. It was going to be an epic night. It didnt matter that we lost, we were young, strong, virile, and mostly free of STD's. It was party time.

If only Toby could remember it.

The bull stirred.

"I think...wait...no...yep I've got it...I think, we may possibly be cunts?"

The two footballers collapsed together laughing, though they had to stop when their stomachs threatened to heave again. Sambuca flamers. Who the fuck thought of those? The cocksucking cowboys were bad enough, then the Ray Charles, but it was the Sambuca Flamers that finally fucked up the two, and after they started on those, it was all over. Flashes came back to Toby, and they were not promising.

He had vague memories of biting someone of indeterminate gender on the knee. He hoped it was a girl. And something about a clown...

He reached down to scratch his balls, and found something there. Opening his eyes with exaggerated slowness, he peeked at his groin, lifting the curtain out of the way.

He was wearing a jock strap. It was a jock strap in the shape of Bobo the Clown, complete with pom pom on top of his pointed hat. The stupid clown face grinned up at him, perversely cheerful, for the clown had nothing much to be cheerful for. He had failed in his primary duty, that of covering up a set of horse genitals. Toby's cock had slipped from the pouch and lolled against his belly, bright eyed and cheerful right beside the clown face. It was while inspecting this atrocity that Toby became aware of something more disturbing than badly chosen novelty underwear.

His feathering was matted, his belly fur was matted, his chest fur was matted. And a casual sniff told him the worst, even when he refused to believe his eyes.

Jizz. Everywhere. He was covered in jizz, belly, chest, forearms. And that wasn't the bad part.

It wasn't all his. Some of it was bull jizz.

Toby pulled the curtain around himself and shivered. This couldn't be. This couldn't be...

He had a dim memory now. A hand, working his horsehood. Lips...heat...bliss uncounted...

"Oh fuck!"

The bull chuckled. "That's my line."

"Sorry..."

"Hey...why am I all sticky..."

Toby froze. This was getting worse. He turned to look, and saw the dawning horror on his best mate's muzzle as the bull ran a finger down what was a very obvious cumtrail that started on his left nipple and arced across his chest and belly like some mark of Cain. Devlin stared at his friend, pleading, and not receiving reassurance.

"Please Tob..tell me we didn't..."

"Ahhhhh..."

"Tell me we didn't for fuck sake!"

"What do you remember?"

The bull shut up. Toby closed his eyes and whimpered. They had crossed the line it seemed. He wondered if they might.

The equine had caught himself a couple of times while hanging out with his bull mate. In the showers, in the gym. Looking, admiring. His mate was a prime piece of bull, and like the shire horse he had plenty of girl action. They had a special bond though, the two footballers, like brothers.Bros Plus.

That made Toby shudder harder, thinking of his own brother. He headed for the basin again and began to heave. The bull could only whisper in a stunned voice.

"We didn't...we can't have...surely...we're bros..."

"Yeah...bros...plus..."

The evidence was there though, like a thousand drops of guilt splattered on both their coats. They headed for the showers, too horrified to talk. They didn't even notice they had gone into the same stall until Devlin handed his mate the soap. They had done it enough times in the showers after footy practice, getting the mud out of each other's coats, a bit of a massage to soothe sore muscles. But now...the equine let out a horrified whinny and bolted, heading for the stall as far away from the bull as possible. This is how it starts, thought Toby with a tear in his eye as he rubbed at the caked semen on his chest. First you get used to hugs and touches from your mate, next thing you know you are getting full on blowjobs and then before you know it...

"Tob!"

"What?"

"Tob...we didn't...we didn't like...your tailhole, its not..."

The equine felt up there, like he was approaching an unexploded mine. It didn't feel sore or puffy...as he explored with his fingertips, it actually felt...kind of good...

"Well? How's your tailhole?"

"It feels ok I guess, I mean...how is it supposed to feel?" he massaged the little pucker with one fingertip. It felt kind of spongy, and sensitive...

"How the fuck am I supposed to know what my tailhole feels like?!" shouted the exasperated bull.

"Sorry...just...freaked out a bit, you know Dev?"

"Yeah I know. I just hope our balls never touched."

"I...I'm sure they didn't..." and the equine realised he felt that statement was right somehow, though he knew not how. There was also a slight tinge of regret.

"Oh God Toby. What are we going to do?"

"It's done now mate. We can't undo it."

He heard the bull washing in silence after that. They both had too much on their minds to talk.

*****

The shire horse approached the vestibule with caution. He caught the glances from his fellow students all the way to the dining hall, amused stares, laughter, pointing. He tried to laugh it off, and take it as his due. If they were laughing with him not at him it was ok. He hoped to God nobody had seen...well, the end though. That would be more than he could take.

Entering the vestibule, he found the large fire had been lit and there were a few furs waiting around for the dining hall to open for lunch. The last thing he felt like was food right now, the mere thought made his stomach heave, but he noticed a figure by the fire and headed there with determination.

The figure noticed him coming. It was their friend and teammate Russ, the pacy tiger a perfect wingman for their footy team. He was a good mate was Russ, and Toby had come to rely on him for a lot of things, not just lecture notes. The equine was terrible at attending classes and the tiger was a complete swat.

Russ was also generally sensible and trustworthy, a combination the equine felt in desperate need of right now. He needed information, and Russ could be counted on to give him the full dope and not pile on.

There was another reason he felt the call of the tiger, but he couldn't discuss that, not just yet.

The tiger saw his friend coming and seemed almost alarmed, his ears up and whiskers quivering. Toby thought he might make a run for it, and he galloped the last few steps with pleading in his eyes before the tiger could leg it.

"Please Russ! Don't go, I need to talk..."

"Well, yeah, after last night..."

"Exactly. Please, can we go somewhere..."

The tiger shrugged and nodded. "How about the pool room?"

"Excellent"

They walked together through the Junior Common Room to the pool room. It was deserted now, and they could talk in peace. The equine paced around the table, not wanting to start, but the tiger didn't seem like he wanted to go first.

"Russ...last night..."

"Yeah..."

"What happened?"

The tiger gave a sudden start. "What do you mean?"

"I mean I ca'nt remember. Anything...well, not exactly, I remember biting someone on the knee..."

"That was Janice McKenna"

"Oh fuck...it had to be a tutor...and I remember something about a Bobo the Clown jockstrap..."

"You were wearing that. And nothing much else after about 2 a.m"

"Oh God...and...other things...after...but that's not important right now..."

"What other things?"

"Other...things...but the details are all blurry."

The tiger took a long swig of coffee, gulping down most of his cup.

"Ok, what do you need me to fill in?"

"All of it Russ."

"Right. Well, we were at the party in the quad."

"You were there too Russ!"

"Yeah, all the team were. All the college almost. Anyway, we got onto drinking games. Anyone who said 'cunt' had to down a can."

"Fuck...must have been wasted."

"Yeah we were Tob."

"Hang on...we? You...were drinking?"

The tiger appeared apologetic. "Yeah, last night for the team and all. I decided to get a bit...well, hammered, and it worked. I had things on my mind. I wasn't half fucked this morning."

"Tell me about it Russ. What else then?"

"Well, then the mixed drinks came out, and the pot..."

"Holy fuck! We did that too?"

"Yeah, and well, then there were the Sambuca flamers and you and Devlin had a competition to see who could down the most in thirty seconds. Dev won by the way...."

"...fucking hell..."

"And then you led the team in a nude run round the crescent. All of us. Starkers..."

Toby was floored at that. He never thought he had it in him.

"You cant be..."

"Tob, there are photos all over the Junior Common Room noticeboard."

The equine shut his eyes and held his head."What else..."

"Well, then it went a bit downhill...you went back to your building eventually, and you guys were playing hockey around the corridor. You were mostly naked, unless you count a Bobo the Clown jockstrap and a hockey mask. Janice McKenna came out of her tutor's flat to tell everyone to fuck off and ran straight into you wearing your...outfit. You had your cock out anyway, what is it with your cock Tob, got a mind of it's own? Anyway she was too stunned to yell, and everyone but you hid, and you fell to your knees to beg for forgiveness."

"Yes?"

"And that's when you tried to bite her on the knee.. Through the hockey mask, so it didn't work. You were yelling something about eating her kneecaps with some fava beans and a nice Chianti. She screamed and bolted her door."

"Oh fuck...and then..."

"Er...you and Devlin...went back to your room...well, you looked kind of wasted..."

"Psst! Toby! Oh...hi there Russ..."

The stallion and the tiger turned to the door where one large bull was trying to appear inconspicuous and being about as successful as a large still slightly drunk bull would be, which is to say not at all. His eyes were still bloodshot, but he appeared to have recovered some of his colour and his eyes appeared a little less haunted. His t-shirt was inside out and back to front, but that wasnt actually unusual for the bull. Seeing his two mates though brought The Fear back in a hurry.

The tiger looked quizzically at Devlin. "Dev...why are you whispering?"

"I'm not! You're talking too loud!"

"Yes you are...nevermind. How are you this morning?"

"Fucked. Same as horsefeatures there. And we need to speak."

It was then that Toby had his brilliant idea. "Dev...come in and shut the door will ya? And you are whispering you big t-bone..."

"It hurts if I talk any louder." The bull stalked in, mightily huffed, and stood there with arms folded and nose ring jiggling with each new snort. Toby calmed him with a look, then turned to the tiger.

"Russ..you're...um...you're...gay right..."

The tiger rolled his eyes. "Yes, you've known for like ever...what's the problem?"

"No...no problem. So you would have like...Gaydar and all that...and know... like gay stuff.."

"Yeah, when you come out they give you this big like manual. Its in three binders, one each for sex drugs and relationships...and a supplemental for bondage and foot fetishes and kinky stuff you can do with anuses and..."

":Enough!" snorted Devlin. He had his legs crossed, and looked like he might hurl again at any moment. "I don't need to hear about...kinky stuff..."

"What, like running around like the cast of Mad Max II and going all Hannibal Lecter on an innocent Macroeconomics tutor?" the equine and bovine dropped their heads. The cat had a point.

"What...exactly...is your question guys?"

"Um...Russ...can you come back to Dev's room please?"

*****

The three footballers were in various states of discomfort. Devlin sat on his bed, hugging his pillow. Toby paced side to side by the window. Russ stood near the door, eying up the destruction all around with barely concealed admiration.

"When you guys turn it on...you really turn it on..."

"Shut it Russ, please?"

"One question...what's that?" the tiger pointed to a large bust of Edmund Herring, former Supreme Court judge and doyen of the university.

"It's a bust of Edmund Herring."

"Yeah...not the question I was asking."

"I don't know what it's doing there. I don't...oh God..."

"Well, apart from what I've already told you guys...how can I help?"

The bull sighed. It came from his hooves, and the tuft of his tail, a sigh that spoke of a shattered bull. He sighed again, but decided.

"Russ...you have...gaydar right?"

"Yeah, anyone remotely gay shows up fluoro pink in my vision."

"Do you get any radar returns...here for example?"

The tiger stopped, and looked at the two. They were looking at him, but not at eachother.

"Guys, it really doesn't work that way, honest. I mean, some guys are quite obvious, but most aren't. Me for example..."

That drew a laugh from both the others. Toby got his muzzle into gear first. "Russ! Fuck sake dude, we both knew long before you told us!"

"R..really?"

Devlin shook his head in awe. "Dude! You were checking us out like so not subtly. Your gaze almost burned my sheath off you perve!"

Now the tiger was momentarily taken aback. He decided to get back on the front paw though.

"Well, that's as may be. Personally, I've not known anyone else in the college to get my 'dar pinging except the badger from Second year, Lazarus, and he's big in Gaysoc so that doesn't count..."

The equine gulped and tried again. "Yeah so...for example...you wouldn't think...well...that me and Dev were...you know..."

Russ blinked, several times, his mind whirring.

"Why would you think..."

"We might have done some things together...last night...after..." started Toby.

"Fucking hell dude! You didn't have to tell..." the bull raged, horrified at the admissions his friend was making, but the equine had had enough.

"Dev, this is Russ. If there is anyone I trust its him. You know he's totally responsible right? He's our best mate, and he's...you know...who else could advise us?"

The tiger watched this with wide eyes, and his whiskers twitched as he waited. They turned back to him, pleading.

"So...what do you guys...need..."

"Russ...um...how do you know if...well...um..." the bull tried, but couldn't form the words. Luckily the tiger helped him.

"Know? Well, not really unless you try it and see if well...you like it and..."

The two nodded, finding that logical. They were both engineering students. Logic helped. Next Toby piped up.

"Um...and how do you know if you've done things with...well..."

"Yes?"

"With...your tailhole..."

The tiger's whisker quiver went into warp speed.

"Ahh, do you think you guys might have...?"

The bull was almost crying. "We don't know!"

Russ nodded, his head moving in knowledgable ways that calmed the other two lost souls. He pursed his lips in thought.

"Well...I'd have to examine you both..."

Russ couldn't believe when even that didn't seem to be a problem. The two big footballers obligingly dropped their pants and bent over the bed. The tiger was presented with two pairs of perfect muscled furry buns, just the hottest scoops of man muscle he had seen since...well...he reached for them then stopped.

"Got any Vaseline here Devlin?"

"Err...my toilet kit in the cupboard there."

"Thanks...might as well make this easier..."

The tiger was transfixed by the sight in front of him. He decided to do Toby first, the equine was his favourite. He ran his claws along each ass cheek while the equine snorted and whinnied, then asked him to lift his tail. Toby obliged, and he was confronted by a perfect equine tailhole, nice and fat and muscled, a long taint and a pair of heavy balls that danced and rolled.

"Relax..."

The equine clenched instead, and the tiger sighed in satisfaction as his fingertip spread one perfect equine pucker and sank in to the knuckle without a hitch. Toby gave a startled whinny, and snorted.

"Anything..."

"Shh...need to examine...there..."

"Ahhhhh!"

The tiger couldn't resist, and as he fingered lovingly, his tip found one equine prostate still swollen and needy. He gave it a long loving stroke, back and forward, while Toby's tail shook and twitched above him and the equine gasped and whimpered.

"Feels...pretty virgin to me. Nice and tight...that wasn't too bad was it Tob?"

"N...no...you sure?"

"Pretty sure."

The bull reached for his pants, but the tiger stopped him. Devlin looked back alarmed.

"What's wrong Russ? You said..."

"I said Toby's ass was still virgin, but that doesn't mean your is."

"Now wait a minute! If anyone took anything up their butthole it was that horseboy there and..."

"Hey! Who says you weren't the one begging for it beefy? I remember how you felt on my horsehood, your muzzle felt like warm chocolate and you gobbled my load like a two bit hooker!"

"Ha! You went down on me you little cocksucking ponyslut, I don't remember anything about any blowjob on your filthy horsecock and as if I'd..."

"Guys! Guys! Enough fighting. You don't remember what happened, you said that. Anything could have happened...so let me try this out and set your mind at rest."

The bull snorted angrily and gave the equine a long withering look, but took his spot leant over the bed again. He managed to avoid gasping when the tiger probed his pucker, the only outward sign of his feelings being a slight shake in his nosering. That didn't last though, and the cat found his target here too, one big fat bull prostate, and he prodded playfully and watched the huge pair of bull nuts right in front of his face dance and shake as Devlin's taint clenched and relaxed with each new loving stroke.

"Ahhhhhh..."

"Something wong Dev?"

"N...no...it felt..."

"Feels good doesn't it big fella?"

The bull couldn't bring himself to admit it but the cat was right. That felt...kind of great actually.

The two footballers exchanged supportive glances, just like they did on the field when things were going tough. Sharing some encouragement...but both stole sneaky glances down and noticed the fact that their friend was dropped and hard, Toby's long horsecock swollen to pink mottled perfection, and Devlin's tapered bullcock already dark and dripping. Both looked away as soon as they noticed the other guy noticing, and rapidly reached for their pants.

"Well, looks like you two didn't graduate to any anal action...pity...but it sounds like you did the rest. Muzzle jobs?" The two nodded, remembering the feel of a muzzle engulfing their length.

"Pawjobs?" The two nodded again, remembering the feel of a hand caressing their hot needy cock, one that wasn't their own. They looked at their tiger teammate pleading.

"Russ...how do we know if we...well, if this was just..." the equine began.

"...just the booze and the pot..." and the bull finished when his friend couldn't complete the sentence.

The tiger assumed a judicious expression. "Well..how do you two feel about eachother now for example...right here, now...no drink, no pot...how does it feel?"

Devlin spoke with a commendable sentiment. "He's my bro. My best buddy, my other half...no, fuck, no not that..."

The equine shook his head and held his friend who was in the process of wigging out. "I know mate. I know...I felt..well, we're bros, but...lately..."

"Yes?"

"lately, I've been having feelings. More than just wanting to chase girls and wrestle, if you know what I mean...bros...plus..."

"Oh God, not...feelings?" the bull whispered, horrified.

"Yeah. I thought they were just bro feelings but...now I don't know. You look so awesome in the gym mate, and on the field, and...oh God..." Toby was fighting back tears, and his bull buddy held him.

The tiger watched this all with admirable restraint. "Ok. Well, there's only one way to know for sure."

"What?" said the horse and the bull in unison.

"Make out. Try it...see if it has an effect. Then you'll know."

The two looked at each other horror stricken. The tiger however was unmoved.

"It's the only way to know...for sure."

Toby gulped, then nodded. He trotted over to the bed, and sat next to the bull who cuddled his safety pillow as if it were a life preserver. The two stared into each other's eyes with terror and wonder.

"Guys...maybe start with a kiss?"

It was Toby who moved first, bending his muzzle to his mate's. Devlin still hugged the pillow, but he responded, moving in to rub his lips on the big shire horse's own, the tingle making him gasp but he used all his control to keep up the gentle touching.

"Now maybe some actual kissing?"

The equine gave an embarrassed whinny, but complied. He wrapped his lips round his bull mate's lips, imagining it was Sally from the next floor. That mare had golden mane, ice blue eyes and perfect tits, with the biggest swollen nipples he had ever seen and she smelt...ahhhhhh....

"Mooooo!"

Devlin felt the kiss heat up, and suddenly his friend went the full tongue and he fought back, tongue wrestling until he realised it just egged the stallion on. They wrestled, they grappled, they writhed, and they kissed like lovers, all the time under the watchful gaze of the tiger. He purred, softly, while his tail swished slowly in a figure of eight behind.

Eventually they broke the kiss, both panting, both shocked. The bull wiped his muzzle, feeling saliva on the back of his hand. His mate's saliva, stallion spit...it tasted good, it felt good.

"Oh fuck...no...no...no..."

"Guys, don't have a cow...sorry...it's still not certain.You need to check though whether you are...well...staying aroused. So clothes off if you please."

Both pleaded with their eyes, but the kiss had broken another barrier. And the cat was implacable.

"Seriously you two, you've already had blowjobs and pawjobs last night. What is the problem? It's not as if you can un-suck a cock, un jack your mate. It's already done, you cant make it worse, all you can do is find out if you're on team guy or not...or maybe you switch sides a bit..."

"You're enjoying this you bastard." The bull was angry at least on the surface. He had to find some way to get through this, and anger helped.

"What, me? Watching two hunky straight studs make out? No...this is...merciful, sacrificial...just stop whining you big steak. Not even gay guys whine as much as you do. Get em off!"

The two complied, half dazed, stripping down to their briefs and then after a withering put down from the tiger, completely naked. They were still hard, much to their mutual horror. Back on the bed, they held and touched, like they did in the shower...just...bros looking after bros...

"Now kiss again..."

It was easier this time, and after a slight hesitation with just their lips rubbing and the buzzing tingle of an almost-kiss they went for it tongues and lips and muzzles. This time hands also roamed, and Toby felt his mate's back, the broad muscled expanse he admired in the gym, while Devlin cupped his equine friend's butt, drawing back before gripping again and then squeezing those muscled rump cheeks. He had admired them on the field when his friend went for a long run, the way the bulged and bounced, and here they were, against his fingers, and they felt mighty fine. Not as good as the touch on his flanks though....then he felt a muzzle on his chest.

"Good! Keep going Toby...work him over..."

They took turns, nuzzling against stud pectorals, nibbling, licking a nip, nuzzling into a deep sweaty pit. Each had had their nose up their before, when they roughhoused in the changing room as guys do. Now they savoured, finding the scent and bathing in it.

"Now try a pawjob...see if he's still hard..."

Toby gave a slight whimper, and he reached for his friend almost on insitinct. There it was...hot, twitching, in his hand. He was holding his friend's cock, and as he got used to the feeling, he realised it was swelling more as he stroked, and he began to jack off the bull with the same grip the stallion used on his own horsehood...a firm, three fingered grip, from under the tip down to the medial and back. His friend's cock felt different, but still good...and hard, now. So very hard...

"Ohhh fuck Toby..."

The stallion gave a nicker as he felt his friend reciprocate, one big mitt around his cock. The bull was fascinated by the stallion's flare, and Devlin cupped it in his palm, rotating his hand slowly as he worked the strange bulging flare and felt it pulse and thicken. It felt...amazing, like what the stallion was doing to his own length with that hand of his. He closed his eyes and let out along satisfied moo.

"Ohhh yeah..."

The stallion stared at his friend's cock. He felt drawn, needy, and the tip beckoned. It was tapered, unlike his own broad flared end. Toby had to be careful with a girl, easing into her lest the flare hurt too much, but the thin end of Devlin's cock would slide in easy. He knew what that sounded like, he had heard when they went to a club one night, the bull and stallion taking their girls back to the bathrooms while each got a fast hard fuck. The bull's girl moaned from the start, while his gasped and shook until he had got past the flare. He imagined this bull cock doing things...doing things with his tailhole. It would go in easy, he thought. Maybe it wouldn't feel so bad...

"Fuck! You're...oh fuck!"

The bull was stunned as he saw his friend bend his muzzle forward to the head of his bullcock and extend his pink tongue. Devlin felt it then, the heat of his stallion buddy's breath, and the warm wet feeling of a guy on his cock. He mooed loud and long, still jacking the stallion, and Toby gripped his shaft and stroked while he gave a few tentative laps on the bull's meat. Maybe this was who he was....

Then the stallion stopped, staring at the cock in front of him.

"Don't stop mate...please!...it feels...too good..."

The stallion looked up at the bull, his eyes wide and full of uncertainty.

"My first taste of cock..."

"Yeah..."

"No, you don't understand. My first taste of cock."

"Tob, you gave me an aawesome muzzle job last night."

"No, I didn't. But you gave me one."

"I told you...ahhhhhh fuck keep jacking...I told you I never did such a thing..."

"Devlin...I remember now...I remember the hand on my horsehood...the fingers on my shaft, playing with my balls..."

The bull nodded, speeding up his stroking on his mate's length. The stallion cock felt amazing...big, so big, and so thick. No way that was going in his muzzle, let alone his tailhole...but watching it spurt might just be a pretty good turn on.

"Yeah...did it feel like this Toby?"

"No mate. It was a paw. With claws. Tiger claws."

The two stopped, stunned, staring at each other. They withdrew their hands suddenly, like recoiling from an electric shock, and turned their gaze on their friend, the tiger.

A tiger with a big grin on his muzzle, a huge bulge in his pants, and a spreading wet patch at his groin.

He had the good sense to be contrite. And to speak very quickly.

"Um...yeah...sorry guys...I got you back here you were so drunk you could hardly stand and I wasn't much better and you were naked and hot and when I touched you, you both got hard and dripping and I couldn't resist and...fuck ...um...did I mention how hot you were and...guys...guys?"

The two had stood up and made it to the tiger at approximately the same moment. The stallion had him by the collar, the bull by the scruff. Both were panting, too confused and angry to speak. The tiger managed a smile.

"So...I guess I'm a cunt, right?"