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--1

Violet laced up her boots and combed her purple-kissed hair to a dreamy tease. As she groomed, Jack watched from the threshold of the door with a coy, approving smile. "Dolling yourself up for me, babe?"

The pretty sabertooth tiger didn't miss a beat: "Nope." She turned on her heel and Jack got a good look at her breasts, held taut in a cherry-red sports bra. That alone would have been tame enough but black fishnet arm warmers added to a playfully slutty appeal which she had cultivated over the years.

Violet loved to play around with everybody except Jack most of the time. It was only fun when he was watching or listening in, however. Nothing pleased her more than curling her toes for another man with Jack nearby with a hard-on. Their relationship was infinitely offensive to traditional couples and basic prudes but it kept a steady stream of friends and fuckbuddies going in and out of their bedroom. They did what they wanted.

"Ah, goddamn," Jack the panda bear huffed. "You're looking good."

"Don't I, though?" she smiled as she pressed close to his front. His paws quickly roamed down her backside and found her muscular rear in dark fatigues. At his lewd touch she snaked her arms around his middle and gnawed possessively on the vulnerable side of his neck to which the bear shuddered and grinned.

"You sure you don't wanna take me along?" Jack asked as he kneaded Violet's delectable ass.

"It's easier to find guys to fuck when you're not hovering around me," the tiger said shamelessly. "I'll bring someone back, baby... Maybe not before a little sample, but you'll get to see the main course."

Jack chuckled and kissed Violet on the lips. Kissing a sabertooth was troublesome if not approached head-on but Jack knew what he was doing. "Love you, baby. Just take care, that's all I ask."

"I may be a slut," said Violet, "but I'm not a reckless slut." She winked and smooched Jack at which he finally relinquished her. He made a playful nuisance of himself when he blocked the doorway, forcing her to struggle past him but not before she laughed and swatted him on his short muzzle. "You're an ass."

"That why you always come back?" he smiled, following her to the door.

Violet waited until she was halfway out the door to say, "I come back because I love you." Behind her the latch caught, and she wouldn't come back until she found a suitable man.

With little else to do, Jack enjoyed the cell phone pictures and videos Violet had taken of her exploits for him through the years as he waited eagerly for his curiously loyal girl to come back.

--2

The city Violet and Jack called home was something of a college town with a great many young adults of drinking age all around. Innumerable clubs catered to every crowd and Violet had been in nearly all of them. Once she had been in a club allowing only women inside; and she never told Jack just how much pussy she had eaten that night. Tonight called for cock and a show for her boyfriend so she decided on one of the more popular mixer clubs, ostensibly a place for bisexuals to find short-term friends.

Violet always got into clubs easily, if not on her prettiness alone than by letting the bouncers squeeze her tits. Just the former got her past the rhinoceros blocking the door this time.

Clubs were typically crapshoots even for a pretty lady like Violet. Sometimes she'd schmooze and tease for hours, never finding that perfect guy to take home to show off to Jack. Sometimes they balked at the idea of fucking a woman in front of her man, fearing it would get them beaten up or shot. Others were overzealous in wanting to make it a threesome. Jack, she explained to the right ones, wasn't physically involved.

The fine tigress spent most of an hour on and off the dance floor, downing a couple of drinks to wet her throat. She bumped into and teased wolves, stallions, foxes and bears and endured their gropes and grinds with mounting arousal.

By the half-hour mark, her many flirts had left her pussy wet and the scent was obvious. Violet was beginning to realize that if she stayed on her present course, she was going to end up with her pants around her ankles in the middle of the dance floor; and finding someone to take a video of it for Jack was always troublesome. Before her libido got to that point she removed herself from the dance floor and sauntered back to the bar.

All around the club, the noise of the music died down as the deejay made an announcement about the birthday of the club's owner. There was a polite murmur and some applause, yet very few of the patrons paid attention. Violet certainly didn't. Up at the bar she sweetly asked the svelte, gay lemur behind the counter for a martini.

As she waited she looked to her side and immediately saw a hippy, feminine thing a few inches beneath her height. Their eyes caught and the girly boy winked but she could tell outright that he wasn't what she was after.

"Slow night," the twink said. Violet was just getting a better look at him. She could tell that he was some kind of fox; but the fact that he had raccoon markings confused the matter. She filed him away as a fox out of convenience.

"It is, yeah," Violet nodded.

The fox sidled closer and smiled coyly at Violet. With a padded finger, he traced the rim of his glass and his tail swayed. "What's your name, pretty lady?"

"I'm Violet," she smiled. "You're pretty cute, what's yours?"

"Desmond," he winked and smiled. "You have a nice night, Violet. I need to go find my boys."

Pretty Violet watched the sissy fox saunter off without a second thought. Soon she had her martini and she sipped upon it thoughtfully as she considered cutting her losses. It was always troublesome to ask herself if she should go to another club or settle for a less-than-ideal playmate to take around Jack. But sometimes her problems solved themselves, these solutions owed to her looking bored and therefore vulnerable.

When Violet turned again to the bartender, she caught his eye and sweetly asked for her tab. Twelve dollars, the lemur said. A spotty paw came down on the counter in front of Violet with a twenty and a cool voice which could easily go manic and shrill said, "Take your tip outta that."

Violet turned to her benefactor with a tight grin. She saw him to be a hyena a head shorter than she was but vastly superior in toothiness. The colored lights of the club gleamed on his enamel, making his teeth look like prisms. "What's up, baby?" he winked.

"Just enjoying a drink, thinking of heading home." A sip. "And thank you," she winked.

"Hey, anything for a pretty lady," the hyena winked back. Violet hadn't seen any hyenas in a while. This one was smokey gray with typical black spots and a cute scar on his snout where the fur was white. In lieu of the typical scraggly mohawk that hyenas often sported, the little gray scavenger had short and moppy locks hanging to just his shoulders. Not just short, he was also stocky but Violet could see he had some sharp muscle tone underneath his fishnet shirt. The very slight curve of his belly looked more cute than repulsive.

"At least someone feels that way," said Violet, a shot in the dark.

The hyena's grin evened out into something more subtle. On a creature known for massive grins, such a smile seemed out of place. "What's that all about? You being snubbed by someone...?"

A sip of her drink helped Violet stall for words and appear thoughtful. She leaned down to the hyena and said near his round ear, "Sorta. I'm looking for someone special," she said, "that I can take home around my boyfriend."

Back in full force was the hyena's grin but now it was paired with raised eyebrows and subtle posturing. "Threesome, baby?"

"No," Violet said, almost annoyed, "not a threesome. See, he likes to watch..."

Emotions flashed across the hyena's face. Violet could see the rusty gears turning. Why are hyenas so dumb?

Curiosity, confusion, disgust, pity and finally understanding perked his ears and put a smile on his lips. "I get you! Cuckold stuff, right?"

"You hit the nail on the head," the tiger winked.

"Sounds good to me, let's do it!" the little hyena evilly giggled. "By the way, name's Alan."

Violet blurted a laugh and ruffled his hair. "Well, why not," she shrugged. "I hear hyenas are pretty energetic."

"We are," Alan winked. "Lemme just grab my boyfriend."

Before Violet could even ask, the hyena had already scurried off into the crowd. But the more she thought about it, the more Violet realized that a pair of presumably bisexual lovers were perfect for tearing her up in front of Jack.

Alan returned to Violet not long after she set down her empty glass. Close behind the hyena was his opposite in every way imaginable. Tall, well-groomed and incredibly burly, he was a black bull whose only splash of color was a white spot on the crown of his skull. Instead of hair, he had short-cropped fur and his horns were filed evenly to smooth, rounded edges. He looked down at Violet with his flat teeth bared in a grin. "Evening, princess. You must be Violet."

"I am, yeah," Violet murmured in awe of the bovine stud. He was dressed more modestly than Alan with a button-down red shirt and blue jeans to the hyena's fishnet top and gym shorts.

The bull tickled up under her chin with a heavy finger. She growled and nipped it playfully. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Roland."

"I think you already met me," said a small and recently familiar voice from behind Roland's heavy leg. It was Desmond, whom peered at Violet with coy, green eyes and a sweet smile. "Found my boys. Guess I could've just stuck around you."

"All three of you at once?" Violet blurted.

"Desmond stays out of the way," Alan grinned. "He's a pet, a bitch, a fluffer. Me and Roland are gonna keep you busy. Dez'll just clean up between rounds."

Violet glanced at the foxcoon twink. He smiled and shied away from her gaze. "All right," she grinned. Quickly she grabbed out her phone. To Jack, she sent a quick text which seemed both blunt and cryptic to him: be home soon, got two and a half guys to play with.

--3

Jack had a rough idea of what Violet meant and when he saw Violet come in with three men, whom he easily pegged Desmond as the half.

"Hey, handsome," Violet cooed. She and Jack met in the living room for a squeeze of a hug, Jack peering over the tiger's shoulders at Roland, and Alan to a lesser degree. He knew from their coy eyes that he was being sized up and it was a mutual appraisal.

The panda kissed Violet on the lips and smiled when he met her eyes. "Nice to have you home, babe."

So swiftly that the panda wondered if Violet hadn't scripted it, the hyena closed in and rudely nudged them apart. His grabby little mitts were on Violet's breasts before the panda could blink and he announced, with the expected hyena cackle, that Violet's tits were some of the best he'd ever felt.

Miffed but content in that submissive way of his, Jack backpedaled and leaned on the wall a few feet away. Violet and her new friends hadn't even started for the bedroom and when she pulled her top up for the hyena, he suddenly doubted they'd make it there at all.

Roland glanced over Violet's head at Jack as he, too, neared the tiger to sandwich her between his huge, hard body and Alan's smaller, stockier form. The bull's heavy mitts eclipsed Violet's firm tits and the hyena hurriedly shoved down his gym shorts to reveal a lack of any kind of underwear.

From his angle behind Alan's back, Jack couldn't see what the hyena was packing until he turned specifically to jeer for a moment. Although Jack groaned and glanced away from the immature little scavenger, he did peek and he saw that the hyena wasn't any longer than he was; the difference was in the girth and details. It was very, very thick, solid black, and featuring a gleaming silver prince albert ring through its blunt head.

Violet glanced at the hyena's cock and cracked a blushing grin. She lay her paws over Roland's and groped down around them, encouraging him to squeeze harder which he did. "Nice PA," she cooed.

Alan sniggered wildly and grappled with Violet's fly. Her fatigues yielded easily to his deceptively nimble, thick fingers and down the pants went with a simple tug. Below were sultry black panties of lacy design but a horny, dumb hyena like Alan was just too excitable to appreciate the nuances of lingerie. He yanked them south with the olive fatigues and pounded his fingers right into that wet tiger cunt. When Violet clenched and her knees started to buckle, the hyena cackled. "Sorry about that, babe," he grinned, "I shoulda considered that you did say your pencildick boyfriend doesn't work your pussy out much."

Jack huffed and interlaced his fingers behind his head. Down in his jeans his cock was starting to stir, something to attend to after the show, he thought. At his side he felt a gentle nudge. He dropped his arms and looked to see Desmond, the wallflower he had briefly forgotten. "You're with these guys?" Jack said quietly with a nod their way.

Desmond nodded and smiled almost apologetically. "Seeing your girl get it from strangers gets you off, huh?"

"That's part of it," Jack murmured. "I can hold my own," he said somewhat defensively, "but it's just..." He glanced over again. The hyena was pumping Violet with those fingers as if she belonged to him. Jack supposed, in a way, that she did for the night. "She likes messing around and I like seeing her happy."

"I know the feeling," Desmond wistfully sighed. His small paw reached behind Jack and came to rest on the back of his thigh. Jack tensed but said nothing, and after a gentle rub Desmond removed his mitt and neared the fray.

Violet writhed as Roland played over her nipples with his thumbs but the true pleasure was in Alan's wanton abuse of her snatch. "Aah, guys, I'm all for foreplay but I really need the dick, all right?"

Roland chuckled lewdly. "Gotta respect a girl who knows what she wants. Get after her," he said to the hyena, whom wasted no time. The moment she was out of the bull's grasp, Alan moved her to the sofa and pushed her down which put her knees on the floor but her arms on the cushions. Those strong little legs of his took on a wide gunslinger stance as notched up behind her and bumped his dark meat to her pussy.

In one rough go he entered her and his mighty girth reamed her walls wide open, coaxing out a yowling cry of pleasure. Even greater pleasure was the piercing rubbing against her inner flesh for a little bit of extra stimulation, although it all coalesced into a blur of sensations when the hyena started to hurriedly and energetically buck. There was absolutely no finesse to how he rammed Violet and the tiger didn't seem to have even the slightest problem with that.

While Alan fucked Violet with his dog-like tenacity, Roland sat on the couch near Violet and Desmond knelt between his legs as if this were an old routine. Jack watched with mounting understanding as Desmond opened up the bull's fly, pulled down his boxers and extracted the thick, flaccid bulk of the bull's blunt cock. While Alan rutted away and Violet squealed and gasped in slutty bliss, Desmond lapped and kissed upon Roland's meat with the kind of gay playfulness which seemed innate to male foxes.

"Tight, tight, ti-i-ight fucking pussy," Alan squeaked in a malicious, involuntary giggle. The speed with which he fucked Violet gave his balls no time to swing up and hit the backs of her thighs and his stocky hips never pressed against her taut ass for long. Everything about the hyena was for the sake of instant gratification which made his nibbles on and croons into Violet's ears especially surprising. It would have been easy for those huge, meat-shredding teeth to cause harm but he was gentle in his nibbles.

Nearby, Desmond had gone from tender laps and rubs to voracious cocksucking. Jack, whom had watched Violet choke down more than a few horse dicks, was silently impressed with what the little sissy could manage. It became even more impressive when Roland gripped the back of Desmond's skull and forcibly bobbed his head. Drool ran down both that fat, pink shaft and Desmond's fuzzy white chin to smear and sully the both of them but the fox never seemed to mind his situation even as his eyes watered.

"Ooh, my gawd," Violet whimpered as she needfully shoved her ass back into Alan's unstoppable bucks. It served to throw the hyena off of his groove for only a second before he got back into it harder than ever, this time with a cute little snarl. "Fuck, fuck babe," she mewled, "I'm gonna squirt if you keep that up, you're so damn fast..."

"Yeah, yeah!" Alan panted. "Cum for me, babe, squirt all over me," he energetically crooned. His bucks were getting faster and faster, his little chest heaving, his moppy hair strewn about his face. "Gawd fuckin' Jesus Christ," he grunted, "your boyfriend doesn't know what the fuck he's missing here!"

Deep in Violet's body came a quavering and very feline yowl, synchronized with a dramatic arch of her spine and a vise-like clench around Alan's bucking cock. Down the ruthless hyena's cock and all over his balls washed a thick squirt of Violet's cum to make the bucking especially noisy with any number of wet squishes and splatters. She whimpered and squirmed as the hyena ever fucked her like an animal. That savage pounding went on well through her noisy orgasm and into the afterglow and even Roland and Desmond had paused their faggotry to stare at the sound of Violet's wild climax.

Very impressive, especially as Violet's cries wore thin, was Alan's brutal fucking. He was huffing into the back of Violet's neck, his short tail lashing in what had to be sexual agitation as he worked. Those sharp bucks of his were lifting Violet up a little bit with every single time his cock noisily slapped into and out of her slick pussy.

With all the suddenness of a bolt of lightning, Alan buried his cock in Violet with a shrill cry, muffled by his clenched teeth. His body quaked as he yanked his meat back and viciously rammed it home again and again but these thrusts were slower, much more deliberate, and weighed down with power. He threw his head back and groaned up to the ceiling when he finally dumped his nuts into Violet, loosing such a big load of hyena spunk that a streamer of the stuff squirted out around his plugging cock. "Shit, shit, fuck," Alan gasped while Violet shuddered and crooned. He yanked his cock out and flopped to the side, landing on his back in a sprawl like an exhausted rockstar. His twitching cock drizzled the dregs of his orgasm onto his groin.

When Alan opened his eyes again a moment later, he looked at Jack upside-down and sneered with that natural hyena malevolence. "See what I just did, buddy? Your girlfriend squirted like a motherfucker."

Violet pulled herself up onto the couch and flopped back on its cushions. Roland twisted and knelt on the couch with the sabertooth, making the frame creak and the springs moan but Violet didn't care what happened to the couch when she felt the bull's blunt cock poised at her cunt. He pressed into that tight, quivering passage and he kicked off his sloppy seconds with a mighty bovine snort.

Exhibiting that wild energy of his, Alan hopped to his feet and lunged up to Jack. The panda very subtly flinched to the side but when the hyena nudged his ribs, he did nothing. "What do you think, man?"

"Of what?" Jack grunted. He was hard-pressed to keep his eyes off of Violet as she gasped and begged while the bull worked up a hard rhythm.

"Us! Me and Roland," the hyena sniggered. "You like watching your girlfriend get porked? As if! You're just her gay buddy, I fucking know it, she lets you ogle the guys she brings home," he accused with a jab into Jack's ribs, which the panda stopped with an annoyed swat on the wrist.

Jack diverted his eyes to Roland and Violet mostly to escape Alan's coy gaze. A suckling noise quickly became known to him, however, too near and noisy to be the bull's work. After hearing a soft-spoken encouragement from the hyena, Jack looked down and he saw the feminine fox twink hard at work, suckling and gulping to clean and fluff the hyena's thick, dark meat.

Unfortunately for Jack, Alan caught where his gaze had wandered. The evil giggle he made spurred Jack to groan and roll his eyes. Here he goes again, the panda thought.

"You're not even being subtle about it now. Why don't you just come out of the closet, huh?" Alan said with a much darker chuckle unlike anything Jack had heard from him so far.

"I'm straight," Jack huffed.

"More hollow than a dead tree," Alan grinned as he snaked a paw down and threaded it through Desmond's pretty, lush hair. What suckles and gulps came up from his work were being walked over, however, by the bull's grunting and Violet's own blissful yowling. Though Desmond dutifully kept at his work, Jack and even the antagonistic hyena looked intently at the bull's work.

Where Alan had relied on his energy, Roland was a more ponderous fuck but his raw size filled the void. The hyena's meat had been but a tickle in Violet's loins compared to the enormous battering ram of Roland's shaft as it punched her cervix, reamed her cunt and wore Alan's load thin. He replaced the hyena's hot spunk with his own pre in massive amounts fitting a king-sized bovine like himself. That tufted tail of his swayed and lashed in agitation over a muscular ass and his heavy mitts squeezed the creaking, moaning couch, denting its cushions.

"You gonna squirt for me too, babe?" Roland chuckled in a warm, soulful voice.

"Gawd, maybe not, but... But just keep that shit up," Violet mrowled. Her claws were out but their tips had been harmlessly filed, and a good thing for Roland what with the way she clamped down upon his taut biceps. Beneath the raw energy of his jackhammer bucks, her cunt felt as if it were bruised and her tits bounced and jiggled but the pleasure and pain of a hard, stretching fuck were one and the same to a whore like Violet.

From Roland's thick, craggy lips came rough nothings, chatter about such a fine pussy, these words all lost to frenzied Violet. All the tigress could do was shriek and squeal while the bull gave her the best stretch she'd felt in months.

Everything about the bull was a turn-on to her, from how his sweat made his coarse fur a dewy swamp of musk to the way those huge and heavy balls brushed her ass when the thrusts were especially powerful.

Soon Roland leaned down further, putting his thick nose near Violet's. The tiger snarled in her pleasure and nipped at his lips. Roland in turn jabbed his brutally thick tongue to the tiger's lips and she parted them. At once his tongue overwhelmed her maw, its size not unlike his penis in that it was simply too big for a girl her size but she loved it anyway. She suckled and slobbered upon it and her paws rubbed and scratched his head possessively.

"Damn, he's really getting after it," Alan huffed, perhaps to Jack. "Wish he'd fuck me like that."

Jack smirked. "Who's the homo now?"

"I'm bi as fuck," said the hyena with a sideways smirk at Jack. "I'm not ashamed. You're the one who wants to watch strange men fuck his," a snicker, "alleged girlfriend."

Maybe on some vague cue or just out of his own playfulness, Desmond reached over to Jack with a soft paw. His lips stayed wrapped as they were around the hyena's cock and he didn't avert his gaze but he softly palmed the panda's clothed erection. To this, Jack huffed.

Before the bear could even think to resist such a gentle touch, the hyena said close to his ear but not in a whisper, "You want me to fuck you, huh? Is that it?"

No reply from Jack. The panda stared vacantly at Roland and Violet while Desmond palmed his crotch with greater intent. Jack realized that he wanted to roll his hips into Desmond's paw; but he didn't.

"Or do you wanna fuck Desmond here, is that what you're about?" Alan hissed.

Finally Jack pulled away with a grunt from Alan's crude words and Desmond's soft paw. The hyena's evil gaze lingered on his face but Desmond went back to stroking the hyena's thighs without a care.

Blissful but muffled yowls from Violet and deep, abiding rumbles from Roland's barrel chest signaled the coming of something special, specifically Violet herself, yet again. As she came, she squealed and huffed and her eyes rolled back. Her tongue would have lolled out too if not for Roland's tongue keeping her maw occupied.

Clearly in response to the tiger's squirt, Roland bore down with unbelievable ferocity. With so much raw size and strength over the girl, it was a wonder his endowment didn't saw her in half. It hurt for sure, but Violet was just as content as she could've possibly been with the bull nailing her all through her climax, prolonging its potency and making her descent into afterglow a tingling rush not unlike screaming down a roller coaster.

Finally, after such theatricality, Roland started to cum. Harsh bucks became frenetic as thick, ropey cum slopped out of the tiger's overfilled cunt in a slurry with Alan's load and Violet's honey. In all his enormity and outward composure, Roland trembled as he dumped his spunk into the writhing, clawing tigress whom raked at his neck and chewed on his tongue all while her desperate snatch did everything possible to milk his meat of every last drop. It was destined to fail, and yet the vast amount of bull cum which stained the cushions and further ruined the crushed couch could've fooled anyone into thinking otherwise.

Roland slopped his tongue out of Violet's maw but left its long, slobbery length on her throat in a lazy tableau. Violet herself whimpered and mewled, blushingly content in her stretched state of well-used sluttiness. "Mmh, fuck," she timidly groaned.

"Sounds like you're all spent, babe," Roland chuckled after tiredly reeling his tongue in. He shifted up to the caps of his knees; the sofa groaned in protest.

"Nnnot quite," Violet said as she turned and peered at Alan, whom Desmond was idly fluffing then with a gentle handjob and reverent kisses around his piercing.

Alan turned to Jack and cackled malevolently. "I'm gonna give you the benefit of the doubt here, 'cause I don't think any one guy can satisfy your girl." Just when Jack started to smirk as if to say I told you so, Alan added, "Shame on you for not even trying, though."

As the hyena scampered to the sofa, Desmond stood up, wiping his sticky chin on the back of his arm as he sidled up to Jack again. In light of Desmond's forwardness earlier, the panda didn't squirm away. They did turn to look at one another, however, and Desmond speared Jack's embarrassed face with a disarming grin of his own.

"You really wanna just sweat it out over here by yourself?" he sweetly asked.

Jack shrugged and peered over to the threesome. It appalled and amazed him to see Roland move Violet to the coffee table, which he knew from experience was more than sturdy enough for a fuck, at least. There the bull stayed idle in the depths of Violet's cunt but she went far from unused. Alan, being the lewd little thing he was, soon had her head hanging over the edge of the table, and he made full use of her maw. She wasn't sucking, he was just fucking her face and palming her tits as if he owned them. Jack rather liked that touch.

"They're fun to fuck with," Desmond remarked after his eyes had followed Jack's. "I spend just as much time sandwiched like that."

The panda bear shifted his gaze back to Desmond with a wry smile. "Are you bi like them?"

Desmond shrugged. Jack found it cute that his full-bodied hair bounced. "Nobody's totally bi, there's always a skew in the ratio. I'm, I dunno, let's call it ten-ninety. I'd have your girl, given the opportunity, but..."

"Who wouldn't?" Jack murmured.

Of course Desmond snaked a paw around Jack's hips, brushing past the cute nub of his tail. "Yeah, although I'd rather spend some time with you."

It surprised Jack that he didn't find himself flinching away from Desmond's touch. A twink, he surmised, wasn't a threat compared to aggressive queers like Alan. Instinctively, however, he apologized. "Sorry, I'm straight."

"That's fair enough," Desmond said, his words partly lost under an energetic cackle from Alan. It snared both their gazes and they turned to see the hyena bearing down even harder on the tiger. Violet's drool ran down his swinging balls in sloppy runners. Desmond brought the conversation back on point when he squeezed Jack's hip and murmured, "Have you ever experimented...?"

"What, with guys? Um, no," said an uncomfortable Jack.

Desmond closed the circle when he reached around with his other paw, which he lay upon the panda's ever-present erection. A firm squeeze coaxed Jack to shudder and arch away from the wall. "Offer's on the table," Desmond murmured. "It would be, anyway, if your girl weren't getting spitroasted on it." He smirked and slunk away from Jack, leaving the panda alone and very confused.

"Fuck yeah, all mine!" Alan victoriously cackled as Violet gagged and huffed around his cock while her paws gripped his thighs in a manner impossible to place as reverent or defiant. Jack knew that Violent loved it rough; Alan didn't, and that irreverence was part of the charm she undoubtedly saw in the hyena.

Alan's rough little thumbs played harshly over Violet's stiff nipples with the same authority and carelessness that his savage bucks displayed. His slim hips battered her muzzle, his balls spanking up along the bridge of her short muzzle every single time he bucked in. This battering left her mired in his potent hyena musk.

Whether spurred by Alan's energy or because he had a bottomless sex drive too, Roland started to buck against the tiger's snatch albeit much more gently, not daring to put any of his weight on the table. The effects of his ponderous fucking were immediate in that Violet began to arch her back, thus pouting her chest out into Alan's mitts; and so did her toes curl to exhibit the full extent of her blissful pleasure.

"Fu-u-uck, how often do we meet fun sluts like this?" Alan panted, devoid of cackles for once. Roland didn't have an answer beyond a little chuckle as he worked his thick cock deep into the well-reamed feline. As he fucked her for sloppy thirds, the combined mess of his and Alan's spunk dribbled out onto the table constantly. Jack was absently grateful for the table being glass-topped.

Finally the wallflower panda took to a closer seat when he sat on the sofa, but away from the cum stains. Legs parted, crotch tented and mouth subtly agape with a hungry pant, he looked like he was only a few minutes away from openly abusing himself.

Crude little Alan turned to Jack with a beastly smirk and savagely narrowed eyes. Burly as he was and hunkered down over Violet, he looked like a feral monster and the wicked cackle which bellowed through his shiny teeth clinched that association. Worst of all was that he said nothing; he just stared into Jack's eyes and giggled demonically as he rutted away.

But when Desmond joined Jack as uncomfortably close as ever, the hyena closed his lips but kept his smirk. A moment later he looked away to Violet's tits, their jiggling precluded by his tight grip.

For all the closeness as their outer thighs touched and a slim arm snaked around his back, Jack was relieved that Desmond was yet clothed.

"You're not gonna quit, are you?" Jack huffed.

"It's a cliche, but if you actually tell me to quit, I will," Desmond grinned.

Jack grinned back. "Okay, then quit."

A beat. Desmond trailed his fingers down Jack's flank to the hip. "See, why don't I believe you?" he winked as he pulled his paw away.

"Ugh, shit yeah," Alan brayed as he tore into Violet's drooling, sore snout with his most vile bucks yet. By then her teeth had scraped some of his cockflesh rather raw, just as her jaws were on fire for the stretch. There was no grace in how her maw hung so slack, or as her snout was caked in slobber scented with hyena pre. Alan's balls still beat her nose just like Roland's heavy hips bore down on hers again and again, making his blunt cock bump her cervix incessantly. She couldn't escape the studs; but she liked that helplessness very much.

Although Roland was a ways off from another release, Alan was on the perilous edge of his. It was that twilight of pleasure where his bucks were sharp and shaky, his tail quivered, and his ears splayed back. The grip he had on Violet's tits was less a lewd and possessive squeeze and more a means to keep some leverage on the tiger as he roared into his climax. As a yowling cry escaped his lips, he tossed back his head and bucked only the bottommost inches into Violet's face for the grand finale.

From the first moment that that sloppy hyena spunk jetted into her maw, Violet began to gag but so did she gulp everything she could down into her slutty craw. Each rope she managed to swallow drizzled down her throat; and yet just as much ran down her inverted and tipped snout, dribbling off her nose to give the impression that it in fact come from there.

Self-conscious of how much he was choking the big cat, Alan pulled back and his last few ropes followed by a lazy dribble made it into her cleavage and on her neck. In the end he fell back onto his ass and sat there, panting and chattering an overwhelmed little laugh.

Roland pulled Violet closer to him and thus brought her cunt to the edge of the table. Having her at this vantage point saw him grind into her with much of the same ferocity he'd shown her earlier, though now unhinged without the couch serving as an obstacle.

Violet's sticky tits bounced and her dirty mouth whimpered and gasped. The pleasure was enormous but so was the physical toll. There were no more orgasms in her immediate future and her pussy was such a tender passage rendered almost painfully sensitive by so much pleasure in a short amount of time, leaving her whimpers and gasps more genuine than Roland could have imagined. But the bull was nothing if not efficient and rough as he fucked her, snorting through his mighty nostrils and lashing his tufted tail.

The fact that Roland could cum nearly twice in a row was a fine demonstration of the raw virility which few animals but bulls had. He grunted and puffed, earning the awed attention of Jack, but Desmond not so much as he rutted and bucked. Every pound made the table shake and caused Violet to shriek and groan, her toes curling for reasons beyond mind-bending pleasure.

With less outspoken fanfare than Alan had shown but an incredible potency just the same, Roland shuddered hard, buried it balls-deep and dumped his nuts into Violet for the second and final time. Just as before, his seed overwhelmed her well-abused snatch and oozed out from the edges, running down over the naked flesh of his low-hanging balls for a drippy mess in the carpet.

"Ooh god, oh my gawd," Violet crooned, her face contorted in a weirdly sexual grimace, her paws gripping the edges of the table. "Fuck...! That's gotta be such a mess..."

"Gonna need to steam the carpet again, babe," Jack said with some awe in his voice.

But as quickly as that, Roland was through. He pulled back, semen still oozing from his big, pink slab of meat. With a rare sneer more at home on the hyena, he gripped his cock, throttled it purple and then let the dregs of his climax shoot a sloppy line onto Violet's stomach and tits. "Desmond," Roland murmured, "come clean this lovely lady up."

Jack watched with damning interest as the feminine foxcoon slipped off his snug tee to bare a predictably slender chest. Next went the blue jeans; plush hips and thighs elicited a reaction in Jack which showed as a subtle catch in his breath. Even the fact that Desmond's knotted, pink cock was bare did nothing to keep Jack from staring and that was when the panda dully asked himself: Are you fucking kidding me? Why am I staring at this guy?

It seemed obvious that when Desmond climbed over Violet and joined her on the well-built table, he was going to fuck her rather than clean her up. Why else would he straddle her like so? Why else would he have taken off his clothing? But no; Desmond licked up Roland's mark on her front side. He slurped the spunk from between Violet's fine tits. For sure he enjoyed delicately lapping and grooming the cum from her snout most of all and she in turn stroked through his pretty hair while purring to him, yet he wasn't about to fuck her.

Then something happened which Jack didn't like one bit: Violet and Desmond spoke. Hushed whispers into Violet's ear; blushing laughter from Violet. Then Jack heard her ask in a gossipy tone, "Really?"

Oh, god, no, Jack thought. He realized that Alan had turned to him with that dirty smirk. Jack tried to scowl back but Alan cackled and cut him off at the knees.

Worst of all was when Violet chuckled far too lewdly for the panda's tastes. "Jack, c'mere," she cooed to him.

The panda knelt nearby her face and by extension, Desmond's. "Yeah?" he warily asked.

"Do you really want to fuck this cute little twink?" she grinned, looking acerbic and jaunty despite her tiredness.

Jack blushed and huffed. "He just touched me a couple times, I never... I didn't..." Jack uselessly stammered.

"Fight me off?" Desmond smiled. Jack grunted. Alan was very much enjoying the exchange, yet he said nothing; and Roland was too polite to interject.

Violet kissed Jack on the lips, though the effect of it was dulled by the taste of hyena crotch on her breath. "I experiment all the time for you," she mused, "why don't you do this for me, just this once?"

This was a tricky situation for Jack. If it hadn't meant a lot to Violet, she wouldn't have brought it up. Desmond was certainly cute, not that Jack was any judge of what made a guy cute, but a twink seemed least damaging to his masculinity. Not that he had any in the eyes of Alan and Roland.

Jack was harder than ever. Hard for Desmond? He didn't know. With a great, heavy sigh he stood up and unfastened his jeans. He dropped them along with his boxers to bare a blunt, pink cock on par with Alan's length, but not as thick, and neither was it decorated.

Desmond slunk off the table and onto his knees. "All right, how are we gonna--?" Jack started to ask, but just like he had serviced Alan, the foxcoon took Jack's cock past his lips and thus began to lavish its flesh with suckles and laps which made the panda tentatively groan. Desmond wrapped his paws around Jack's ass cheeks; the panda allowed it. But when the twink started to venture between them he said, "Nuh-uh, exit only." It pleased him that Desmond halted his touch.

Soon the panda slipped his fingers into Desmond's hair. It was soft, silky, very feminine. In some way Jack tried to imagine he was getting his cock sucked by a cute vixen but no, he was very much aware that Desmond was male. A femboy, for sure, but male just the same. And yet his cock throbbed heatedly in that maw, his breathing brought up to a quickened pace by such skilled and eager muzzle-loving.

"Ja-a-ack," Violet grinned, "I wanna see you fuck him. And no cheating, he can't ride you."

Desmond slowly, reverently pulled back and enclosed Jack's manhood in a stroking paw. Up to the panda he grinned, "Your girl's kinda bossy. Better do what she says."

The panda made some awkward noise; "Egh," after which he nodded to Desmond. The foxcoon winked and nodded back, and like that, he twisted around and dropped down to his all fours.

Violet sat up on the table and sat with folded legs to watch from her vantage point. She wasn't sure how far Jack would go, but when he grasped Desmond's rump cheeks and parted them, she quirked a smile and watched with a wiggling, stubby tail as he notched his cock up between those round cheeks. His blunt tip kissed up to the pink pucker between them. The erection he had was as strong as ever when he pushed forward, thus entering Desmond and making the twink groan and curl his toes.

"Am, uh," Jack murmured, "am I too big...?" Roland laughed. Jack closed his mouth and pushed forward, watching with queer interest in both senses of the word as Desmond's snug ass took every inch he had to offer. When he bottomed out in Desmond, he put his paws on the twink's hips, them being the most suitable thing to hold onto.

Desmond crooned and grinned back at the bear. "Don't stop, go for it."

Again Jack grunted, but he started to fuck Desmond. His pace was tentative, not aggressive. Anal sex wasn't new to him, but doing it with another man was. Something about it was different than the few times he'd experimented with Violet, though. Nothing he could really pin down seemed unusual; but there was certainly a taboo factor, the knowledge that he was doing something gay weighing heavily on his mind.

The panda pushed the thoughts away as best as he could. He closed his eyes and huffed lowly as he worked up to a decent pace, playing off of Desmond's subtle coos and moans to find the sweetest rhythm. It came to be that Desmond was fairly easy to please; but then again, Jack wondered if the foxcoon had low expectations for him. It was with that in mind that he fumblingly asked, "Is--, is this good for you?" He ignored Alan's impish snicker. So did Desmond, apparently.

"Mmhmm," the sissy fox crooned, "you're doing great, babe..." Soon Desmond began to smoothly rock his plush behind into Jack's taut hips. After a little trial and error between the two, they timed their bucks to meet at the apex every time. Of course Jack often found easy rhythms with Violet and other women, but to experience that kind of meshing with another male heaped even more dirty, pleasurable shame onto the taboo kink.

"I'm not hearing any complaints back there," Desmond easily chuckled, though his tone sounded more calm; Jack rightly guessed it was pleasure.

"Ah, well, I'm all right," the panda muttered. He was blushing hotly, huffing lightly, and his grip on Desmond's hips was growing firmer. "I do have a question..."

"Inside of me, only chumps pull out," Desmond grinned. Jack said nothing more, but his humping grew more fervent, his huffing more apparent. Any shame he might have felt was fast falling to the wayside and he took even his balls bumping into Desmond's with stride. Not even when the twink reached down and started to masturbate was Jack disturbed by the act, because he, himself was quite far-gone already.

"This is so hot, Jack," Violet cooed in a low, abiding tone. When he dared to look at her, he saw her grin; and he in turn cracked a grin of his own, though his was laced with embarrassment.

"It's not bad," he remarked, "but don't expect it to be a regular thing."

A pleasurable croon from Desmond and what seemed to be an involuntary clench brought Jack pause and saw him palm the twink's hips. "Mmm, hey," Desmond whined, "at least you can say you gave it a try... Nngh, shit, you've got a nice cock on you, y'know."

With no idea what else to say, Jack chuckled and awkwardly thanked the foxcoon. As his pleasure mounted, so did his rhythm quicken and he leaned over Desmond for tighter bucks, precluding the twink from grinding back but Desmond seemed fine with this in light of the panda's taut chest against his back.

Desmond turned his head and kissed the bear's cheek. "No, none of that," Jack emphatically said.

You'll fuck my ass but you won't kiss me! Desmond thought with a coy sneer, but he kept his dissent to himself. Fair enough that the panda had it in him at all, he decided. With a gentle coo and a quickening rhythm on his own cock, Desmond asked, "You getting close, handsome?"

"I am, yeah," Jack panted. "You're really, um..." He stammered. "This is better than I figured it'd be."

No reply from the twink, not even a coy chuckle. Instead he coiled his lush tail around Jack's middle and gave his blunt cock an encouraging clench to which Jack grunted and bucked in more harshly.

Very soon Jack was fucking the foxcoon with great intent to pointlessly seed that tight asshole. Any taboo of the gay sex had been shunted aside in acknowledgment of the sheer pleasure Desmond's body offered him and in turn, Desmond was nearing his own climax thanks to Jack's efficient, rough sex.

Idle grunts and growls escaped Jack's lips near Desmond's pert, purple ears. His bucks were harsh and quick, making use only of the frontmost inches of his hard meat. Even such a short stroke was pleasurable for Desmond with so much force behind it, of course.

"Ooh, gawd, yeah," Desmond crooned, arching his back and shuddering in sweet bliss. "That's it, ooh yes!" he cried, this moment marking the least composed Jack had yet seen him. Around the panda's cock, his ass quivered and clenched down while his small body heaved, his muzzle parting to permit a whimper as he came and made yet another stain of male spunk on the carpet for Jack and Violet to deal with.

Jack discovered then just how strongly a male could clench with his ass when he came; and that proved to be it for Jack. To feel those velvet walls gripping his cock sent a shuddering groan up and out of the depths of his lungs. It was a harsh noise, shuddering out through his clenched teeth, and it signified his joining Desmond in sweet release. The panda hunkered down over the feminine fox, hips flush to those round ass cheeks as he shot a pent-up wad into the boy. He panted and grunted, and he even accepted Desmond's sudden kiss as if taking it were involuntary. It was short-lived but hot, their tongues tangling up and sharing slobber. When he realized what was happening, he pulled out of it, but he didn't seem to resent the foxcoon.

"Ah... God," Jack blushingly grunted. A few moments came and went, he and Desmond panting and awkwardly sharing breath so close together. "So... That's gay sex, huh?"

"Not too bad, right?" Desmond giggled. "You were good for your first time..."

Jack wondered if there wasn't some accusatory edge to that; but as near as he could tell, Desmond was sincere. "I think I'd rather stick to pussy," he chuckled.

Desmond eased down to his belly. Jack surprised him by lying down too, as if he were reluctant to pull out just yet.

"Heh... That was hot, Jack," Violet said in an impish giggle. "Thanks for trying that for me."

Thanks for pushing me, Jack thought. Maybe around just her and Desmond, he'd admit it had been on his mind. But not in front of Alan or Roland.

Breaking up what could've been a tender moment was Alan whom stood up straight and gripped the erection he'd been fluffing to the tune of Jack and Desmond's little show. "Let's go again, babe," he toothily grinned at Violet. "After seeing that gay shit, I want anal!"