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Friday night at any sort of fandom based convention was a surefire time to find people drinking copious amounts of alcohol for no real reason, but when good friends were around and visiting for the first time in months, there was no need for a reason; there was only a question of how much booze would be enough to get everyone through the evening.

The sun had been shining bright for hours on what was a blessed day in Florida, the opening day of the Megaplex convention, and one that saw convention goers outside just as much as they were inside, enjoying the lovely weather that the Sunshine State had to offer in the fullest. The pool was filled to the borders with furs looking to take a dip, cool off, or just mess around with each other in the cool, soothing water, and a timely breeze coming in from the west was keeping the humidity at tolerable levels.

Of course, when a refreshing dip in the pool and cool breezes failed, there was the magic of air conditioning and hotel room parties.

"Who wants another shot?"

For perhaps the first time in his entire life, Exile Huscoon had to repeat himself.

"I said, who wants another shot?!"

That time, he got the attention of his friends.

Two rooms, joined by a door in the middle that allowed for easy access, were currently overflowing with drunken furs having a good time and enjoying catching up with old friends. The majority of them weren't actually that far gone yet, but it was only 11:30 at night, and the party was really just reaching full swing.

That made it the perfect time for Exile to put his plan into action, knowing that the air of suspicion around his secret concoction would finally have died down.

"I do!" Nbowa called out, the lion stumbling over in his trademark red shorts and leaning over on the counter. Being a pair of joined hotel rooms, there really wasn't a bar to speak of, but a makeshift gathering place to drink was set up in the room to the right, with tables and beds rearranged so that people could lean across the table and wait for their drinks to be served to them...or in the case of the blonde-banged lion, try to jump over the counter and take them from the hybrid bartender.

Exile swung the jug up and out of the reach of his friend, the light blue fluid within swishing around and frothing as it was moved so rapidly. Nbowa drooped his ears as he sprawled out over the counter, wishing that he could even take a sip of the magical mixture that Exile had been bragging about for the whole day. "You get one shot of it, Nbowa. I want to make sure there's enough of this stuff to go around."

A pair of spotted paws wrapped around the jug next, as Orio got a grip on the bottle, but Exile was able to easily lift it up out of his grasp. "So stop lording it over us and pour some friggin' shots already!" he exclaimed, slurring his words just a bit already and gnashing his fangs at his friend, trying to give him a nibble that was meant to be affectionate, but alcohol took away his sense of what might be a bit too fierce of a bite.

Small packages of plastic shot glasses were strewn about the two hotel rooms, still filled with the sound of furs partying as the evening pushed onward. Exile picked up a set of them as Shyy came over from the other room, his ears perked up high to the call for alcohol. The speedy hybrid, a bunnolf, was in standing in front of the table in a flash, almost knocking Orio over in his haste to get in line for a drink, but as he looked over the mysterious blue liquid in the gallon container, he narrowed his eyes at Exile and shook his head.

"No way, dude. You're not fooling me that easily."

Exile was already pouring the second and third shots into glasses as he paused, looking up from the makeshift bar top at Shyy and tilting his head a little bit. "What do you mean...?"

"I know you way too well to just trust you pouring some mystery juice into a shot!" he quickly replied, as Exile went about pouring the fourth shot into a glass. He capped the gallon container and hid it in the corner of the room among his effects immediately afterward, trying to keep a guilty, suspicious smile from his face. "I don't have a clue what you could be talking about, Shyy. This is just some booze that I brought from home!"

Even in his drunken state, Orio started to gain a little suspicion. "But it's blue..."

"So?"

"Unless that's a whole bottle of Curacao...it shouldn't be that blue..."

Nbowa was only a bit tipsy, far more sober than the cheetah-lynx hybrid next to him, and that same curiosity was spreading, until three sets of eyes were all trained on Exile, and not one of them had _any_trust for the bartender. "If there's really nothing funky about your homemade stuff, why don't you do a shot of it first to show us?"

Exile suddenly had a blank stare, trying hard to look in the back of his mind for a good excuse. "...C'mon, guys! You can trust me! This stuff is delicious, I mean it!"

Orio was dangerously close to picking up one of the shot glasses, but he couldn't bring himself to lift it now. It carried with it an ethereal weight, knowing how Exile had messed with him in the past, and his better judgment kept him from taking the drink. "No way, dude. Those are all you."

The college mentality was starting to take over. Close friends that were in for a visit, having no idea what the liquid would do, were starting to gather around the table to cheer Exile on, thinking it was nothing more than the husky-raccoon hybrid challenging himself to a little drinking contest.

Atimist and Rruff closed in behind the group, and even Tirrelous helped to round out the circle that now enclosed Exile to his own fate. Peer pressure was starting to get to him, and the hybrid was never one to back down from a challenge. He was the author of his own fate, to be sure, and the cheers roaring out from the crowd around him were so great, there was a noise complaint from other rooms in the near future, no doubt.

" DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!" everyone cheered, and Exile lost his nerves as the circle tightened up around him. No one was even remotely concerned with tasting the liquid, now; they simply wanted to see Exile drink all four of the shot glasses. Higsby was keeping an eye on the door, making sure that the party wouldn't get in any trouble as Exile finally gave in, and the chants turned to a collective cheer as the hybrid took his first shot without a moment of further hesitation. The plastic shot glass was set down hard, spinning away from the table as Exile took the second one with ease, tossing the glass into the crowd for taunting him before. Knowing just how dangerous this would be for him later, Exile took the third shot right after, and having already gone to such lengths of abandon against himself, he grabbed the fourth, took a deep, nervous breath, combed the crowd over and took the shot, feeling the cool, sweet liquid pour down his throat and into his tummy in a quick, painless shot.

The cheers and applause were thunderous, and perhaps, if anyone knew just what Exile had consumed, they wouldn't have been quite as impressed. It wasn't a tough shot to take, seeing as how it had very minimal alcohol in it whatsoever, but even as the fourth shot glass was settling down on the makeshift bar, Exile could already feel his insides churning unnaturally, and he knew that he shouldn't have consumed quite as much as he did.

"Duuuuuude, I think he's gonna blow chunks!" Atimist sneered, taking a sip of his own beer and leaning over the crowd of people, able to see Exile stumbling on his footpaws already, but it wasn't due to the miniscule amount of alcohol in the drinks. Anyone who knew just what was in the jug, the contents of which were known only to Exile and one other hybrid, would be extremely worried about the huscoon already. His wobbling wasn't due to alcohol, of course, but due to the sudden change in his center of gravity, which was changing in ways that people couldn't physically see yet. Pushing out a powerful paw and tearing a path through his friends, Exile stumbled his way toward one of the open bathrooms and closed the door, completely forgetting to lock it in his haste. He immediately slumped over the counter, trying to get a grip on anything to put himself upright, but his balance was completely thrown off. He didn't have a hope in the world of staying standing, and eventually fell to the floor, holding his head in his paws and groaning in disgust, as his stomach continued to turn against his will.

_Joshiah didn't tell me this stuff had such a terrible side effect,_Exile thought, trying to keep his sounds of displeasure to a minimum, not wanting to rouse any concern, and more specifically, not wanting to give anyone further reason to make fun of him. The harsh reality was that the potion wasn't supposed to have such an effect, but Exile had taken far too great of a dose all at once, speeding up the process of what was already quick to occur.

He knew he was out of luck when he tried to reach up for the counter, and couldn't even get a paw on it, finding it just out of his grasp from height. "...Oooooh shit."

No one had come in to check on Exile yet, and he was grateful for the fact as he felt his trademark red and white jersey growing baggy on him. It was already a bit too large anyway, being a size too much, but he almost slipped out of the thing entirely as he tried to sit himself upright, just managing to do so as his equilibrium finally re-established itself. He had his balance back, but even then, Exile felt a bit disoriented, just watching the bathroom grow larger around him. He sat next to the toilet and cursed his own foolishness, wishing that he could have ignored peer pressure. He was thinking back over what else he could have done differently, trying to distract himself from the changes that continued to occur. His paws, once broad and powerful, shrunk down in size, retracting to the point that Exile struggled to get the jersey off of his body before it became a smock on his torso. He tossed it across the bathroom as his jeans started deflating, without thick enough legs to fill them out any longer. Powerful, proud thighs were already shrinking down and withering, and his hips followed suit, until the belt around his waist did nothing to keep his pants on his body. They sat on the floor, and Exile watched his footpaws as they pushed up the denim, shrinking backwards toward his body. He wasn't just getting smaller in general, he was getting _shorter,_to the point that Atimist might be able to make fun of him soon. His eyes widened with fear at how rapidly he was changing, thinking that there might be a side effect far worse than just the shrinking he was enduring. The fear lingered in his mind as he scooted back, crawling out of his jeans and leaving his orange briefs behind, sliding right out of them just by taking a step back toward the toilet. He stood up tall again, only to find that he was literally only a foot taller than the edge of the toilet seat.

"I swear, I am gonna string that stinkin' coyofolf up by his balls when I-

"When you what?"

Nbowa was the first one to finally come and check on Exile, who only then realized that he never locked the door behind himself. The funny thing of it all was that the lion didn't seem at all distraught by the fact that Exile was less than half his normal size, rather, he was grinning down at the shrinking hybrid, his tail giving a swish of curiosity at what Exile was talking about when he entered. "Well? When you what?"

"When I get my paws on him for...uhm. For..."

Exile knew he was only going to talk himself further into a corner at that point, and he didn't need a shovel to dig his own grave. He'd been going plotting to shrink the lot of his party guests since the beginning, only to have the plan backfire on him, and now, a lion was looking over him as if he was nothing more than a savory morsel...and he was just barely too big to be called such.

"I don't think he made you take those shots," Nbowa pointed out, "And by the looks of it, I'm really glad he didn't force me to, either. You were seriously trying to sneak that on me?"

"Heh...uhm...not just you? Does that make it better?"

Nbowa was about to close the door behind him when Shyy and Orio came in to check on their friend as well, only to see that he was still shrinking rapidly, now so small that he had to climb up onto the seat of the toilet if he wanted to use it.

"No," Shyy said with a quick shake of his head, "That really doesn't make it any better."

Orio was nearly salivating with delight as he looked down upon the shrunken huscoon. Revenge had finally presented itself for the usually girly hybrid, and this time, there wasn't a thing Exile could do to prevent it. "So that's what the stuff would have done! You're a serious asshole, Exile...thinkin' that we'd fall for that!"

Exile was still trying to find the words to excuse his actions when Nbowa leaned down by the edge of the toilet and picked him up. "Lock the door behind us, guys. Four is a party, after all...I don't think we need anyone else barging in on this."

Shyy and Orio pushed the door shut quickly and locked it, damning anyone who actually needed to use the bathroom. There was no way for the trio to block out the noise they'd make, other than staying quiet, but under the influence of a couple drinks each and seeing an opportunity that they simply couldn't pass up, not a single one of them was going to hold back, which meant a long, rough night for Exile was in store.

"Guuuuuuuuys...lemme go please?" Exile asked, trying his best to wear an innocent smile, but it was forced to the point that it nearly looked painful, and he wasn't fooling anyone. He'd simply had to turn his own plan on himself, and in doing so, he'd trapped himself in the bathroom with three people who all had something they could dig up from the past and call out for revenge.

The lion, bunnolf and chynx all locked eyes with each other, thinking it over for a literal moment, and all shaking their heads in unison. "The council votes you must be punished," Nbowa muttered in a damning voice, as if he felt even a modicum of regret for what he was about to do. "And I think we all know what a fitting punishment would be for someone like you...must be pretty eager for it, too. You already took all of your clothes off!"

"They fell off!" Exile argued, but the protest was ignored entirely. A grin of fangs that were almost as large as his head loomed over him, and now, the tiny hybrid was a bit fearful for his life as Nbowa gave him a firm squeeze. "C'mon guys, seriously! It was all gonna be in good fun!"

Shyy rubbed his paws together, glancing up at the ceiling in thought, his mind lingering on those last words. "I'm sure we can come up with a punishment that will be good fun for all of us, too...not sure how much you'll enjoy it, but...that's kind of the idea behind a punishment, right?"

"As long as he suffers, I'm good with it," Orio mentioned, showing off an unusual flair of dominance that betrayed his entire personality. He didn't know that Nbowa was going to be the ringleader for the whole act, which meant that he'd be on the bottom of whatever was about to happen, but surer still was the fact that Exile was going to suffer, and that his diminutive size was going to be used against him.

Exile could feel the color running from his face, and curl fading from his tail as he knew there was no talking his giant friends out of their devious intentions. Small as he was, he couldn't escape the powerful paws of the lion that held him, and he was so concerned with his fate that he'd all but forgotten his being entirely nude until it was mentioned to him again. "But...guys...nothing bad happened to you?"

Nbowa shook his head as he passed Exile off to Shyy, who held him up like an action figure, thinking of all the different ways he could pose the micro-sized hybrid. "No, this was actually a blessing in disguise," Nbowa admitted, as he used his now free paws to slide his shorts and boxers down to the bathroom floor, exposing that his length was already starting to stiffen at whatever depraved thoughts he had mulling around in his noggin. "I'd been looking for a new sex toy to share with my buddies, after all, and look to be just the perfect size for a cock sleeve..."

Seven stiff inches of lion cock were standing proud and throbbing gently against the empty air, looking for something to penetrate, and Exile knew that he was the target. Shyy passed Exile off to Orio while he stripped the thin, black mesh muscle shirt from his torso and tossed it aside, with his cargo shorts quick to follow to the floor. Tight, thin briefs were already tented around his hybrid length, causing Shyy discomfort and prompting him to drop them down to his ankles. "I hope I'm included in that group?" he asked, his member growing without any further prompting now that it was free from the confines of his tight fabric.

" You are...but Orio isn't ," Nbowa quickly replied, giving the chynx a grin and taking Exile back from him by force, scaring the living daylights out of the micro hybrid by moving him around so rapidly. "I think I have a great idea for the three of us, if you're all game...and Orio doesn't have a choice anyway."

Orio flattened his ears all the way to the back of his head, his bright blue eyes widening, trying to give Nbowa the most pathetic look that he possibly could. "Why don't I get to play with the huscoon toy?"

"Because I said so ," Nbowa responded sternly. "Shyy and I will give this hybrid punk a proper punishment for trying to trick all of us...and you get to help set up the bath."

Exile gulped at the thought, his worst nightmares coming to the front of his mind and making his body shake in the tight hold of Nbowa's paws. He squirmed about rapidly, pushing with both paws and trying to force his body out, but it was all for naught. His smaller body was just too weak to fight back, and the very thought of what they could do to him terrified him to the point of shivering around, despite the warm fur that touched literally every part of his body.

_I don't think I'm gonna like any bath that they have planned for me..._Exile worried mentally, not wanting to incriminate himself any further with his words. He could only force that faux-innocent smile and try to keep looking like the whole situation didn't make him so nervous that he worried he might wet himself. It was even harder to maintain that look as Nbowa lowered Exile down onto his cock, letting his body sit upon it like it were a bench in a park, but a paw kept him pressed down to it, ever conscious of the fact that he might try to run. "I think Shyy and I can share this new little cocksleeve...smash him between our dicks and grind up against him until we shower him in cum and make him drink it all up, that is, if he can handle such a big meal in such a small body...sound like a plan, Shyy?"

The bunnolf was already gripping his own length in a white furred paw, guiding it to press against Nbowa's length. The two stiff cocks pressed up to each other vertically until there was a small spot for Exile to rest in, and Nbowa lifted him right into that spot. "If you try and escape, little huscoon...we'll force-feed you more of that blue stuff until you're small enough to use as a plug, and shove you in Orio's ass! Understood?"

Exile was used to Nbowa being a dominant partner, but that threat was on a level that he wasn't used to, and Orio looked at Exile with pleading eyes until Exile finally nodded, accepting his fate. He still _could_try and run, hoping to find a place to hide in the hotel, or perhaps even just in the room...there were piles of clothes everywhere, extra sheets, blankets and pillows that he could bury himself into...but all they'd have to do was tell anyone there about what Exile was planning, and suddenly, the whole party would be trying to find him. Much as he hated the fact, he was relegated to his fate...

...That didn't mean he had to like it.

"Glad we're all in agreement here," Nbowa murmured. "Orio, be a doll, get on your knees and put that slutty mouth of yours to work...my sack could really use a tongue bath right about now, and I'm sure Shyy wouldn't mind the same treatment..."

Orio made a quick pout, but he knew that he was going to get bossed around from the very beginning, and his nub tail was fluttering about, betraying his pouting and revealing just how much he loved the idea. He was on his knees in a flash, resting his knees on the pile of clothes below and immediately burying his face into Nbowa's lightly fuzzed sack, the rough texture of his tongue providing a new sort of pleasure for Nbowa as it circled slowly over each individual orb, as if he were inspecting them with his tongue. Shyy couldn't only watch the display and wait for his turn, but he had plenty to keep him occupied in the meantime, as he started the countdown.

"Three...two...one..."

Shyy and Nbowa thrust their cocks at each other at the same time, pinning Exile between them and using the soft, smooth fur upon his tummy and his back as a masturbatory aid. Exile was literally a living, breathing sex toy, and he had only a second to get used to being squished between two massive cocks before they pulled back slightly, giving him a chance to breath. It didn't last, of course, as the pair humped at each other once more, frotting each other and grinding their lengths against Exile with no shame, and no concern for the hybrid they were crushing. It wasn't painful for Exile, but his cheeks were flushed bright red with a blush as he tried to resist what his mind was telling him...that all of this, as unusual as it was, was a massive turn on for him.

"He's so soft...feels great against the underside of my cock," Nbowa groaned, as Orio continued working on his sack, wetting the once smooth, soft fur with a thin layer of saliva and making it difficult for Nbowa to stay standing. Shyy grinned as he gripped Nbowa behind the arms, helping to keep him upright so they could keep Exile pinned between their members. Exile was still trying to resist just how wrong all of it should feel, but he couldn't deny the physical pleasure of having his shrunken cock pressed up to Shyy's, and the way that the flesh was able to so easily glide along his own, it was like someone was pawing him off without anyone trying to pleasure him, and though it would never fit, feeling Nbowa's impressive length gliding over his back, the head of his member pressing and teasing at Exile's rump every time it slid over his back was a strange sensation, but one that he found himself enjoying more than he should. His mind still resisted, but his body was giving in to the physical pleasure of it all, and his cock started to grow stiff between his legs, still rubbing against Shyy every time that the bunnolf thrust his cock over the front side.

"He's starting to get stiff against me, I can feel_it," Shyy replied in a low, pleasured grunt, his lips curling into a teasing grin as he looked down over Exile, still able to see a hint of panic in his eyes. "Y-you can calm down, y'know...long as you do what we say, you'll..._Damn, that's good...you'll be okay...and speaking of, h-how about you put that mouth of yours to work?"

Exile didn't need any further instructions. He didn't want to risk incurring more wrath, and even if he could barely get his lips to touch the offending length with how rapidly it moved, Exile tried his best to wrap his paws around it, hugging onto it like it was a tree trunk and slurping his tongue at the thick, fat head of Shyy's cock whenever it got close enough. His tongue was so small, just like the rest of him, that Shyy could just barely feel it, but that tiny sensation alone added enough pleasure for Shyy to let loose a little precum, but an amount that flooded over Exile's muzzle easily and soaked the front of his face.

Getting close to a climax as his cock brushed through the soft fur of Exile's back, Nbowa hesitated for just a moment, wanting to steal as much pleasure as he could from the situation. "Go...mnnn...go work your magic on Shyy," Nbowa ordered to Orio, glaring down at the submissive feline and moving him across just through the look in his vibrant, green eyes. The lion kept himself busy, taking the small curl that was Exile's tail and wrapping it around the base of his length, letting it act like a cock ring for him and giving Nbowa a perfect angle to brush the head of his cock rapidly between Exile's tiny, shrunken rump. The silly fear in the huscoon's mind that somehow, Nbowa could end up impaling him still rested in the back of his mind, but likewise, he wished that he could be penetrated for even just a moment, full well knowing that he could never handle having Nbowa's length inside of him at that size. Precum already stained the fur upon his back, streaking through it and leaving it sticking up each time that Nbowa pumped his hips and pressed Exile to Shyy's cock, which was throbbing hard against Exile's chest, especially when Orio finally wrapped his lips around just one of his soft, fur-coated orbs and suckled tightly upon it, trying to milk the cum right out of the bunnolf and moaning with delight around his mouthful. Nbowa reached down to swat the chynx hard across the ass, making him whimper for more of the same, but a worse punishment was to _deny_him exactly that, and Nbowa knew it. Orio whined for another firm spanking, even as other furs were gathering around the door, knowing exactly what was going on by now, judging by the cries of pleasure that seeped through the thin walls of the hotel room.

"Good boy, Orio! Harder...suck harder , right there! Keep going!" Shyy cried out as Orio put his legendary oral skills to work, doing just as he was told and sucking desperately at Shyy's sack like he was a child trying to suckle nourishment from a breast. It yielded another soft spray of precum, one that coated Exile's entire head, matting down his fur with the slick, clear fluid and leaving him a mess, as he was already dampened, front and back with the stuff. Both males were drawing near to a climax, and even Exile felt himself getting closer, as Orio reached across, squeezing Nbowa's sack to coax the cum right out of it. The poor micro huscoon simply held his breath as he felt the first hot, thick strands of cum shooting out over his back, completely soaking him in a cumshot that was huge compared to his diminutive size.

Nbowa gripped onto Shyy's shoulders tightly, leaving Exile suspended purely by the cocks that were humping against him as the act came to a feverish peak. "Nnnnngh yes... keep squeezing, Orio! It's m-making me cum! Yes! I'm cumming!" the lion roared out, shaking the mirror in the bathroom with the ferocity of his orgasm. Exile was coated in thick strands of cum from the back, able to feel the veins in the lion's member literally throbbing and bulging out into the small of his back as it was coated with heated seed. Semen poured down his rump and over the back of his thighs as the mess got everywhere, dripping down to the floor and even hitting Shyy in the tummy from such an intense climax. Orio never stopped squeezing, and he never let Shyy free from his muzzle, licking and teasing at the tasty sack in front of him until he could feel it tightening up.

It was only a moment after Shyy felt the lion spunk streaking across the tense muscles of his lower abdomen that his own orgasm set in, his cock rubbing rapidly over Exile and his torso, gliding against his cheek and spraying him right in the face with a sudden rush of seed that he couldn't even hope to swallow. He gulped as much as he could while the cock in front of him spurted again, painting his face white with the build up from a massive climax. "R-ready for your bath, Exile? Cause I'm...c-cumming...fuckin' cumming!" Shyy grunted out, his sack going tense to the touch of Orio's tongue and giving Exile every bit more than he could handle, coating the front of the hybrid's brown overcoat with a thick spray of tasty, sticky cum. Lion and bunnolf seed mixed together and dripped down over Exile, leaving him literally coated between his two friends, and giving the submissive kitty that was Orio something to lick up from the floor, and seeing it drip down, he did exactly that, slurping the excess up from the bathroom tiles with a rapidly wagging nub.

Two thick, veiny cocks kept Exile pinned through the end of their respective orgasms, and he couldn't deny just how hot it was to be able to see every little detail of the heads and shafts of those lengths, and literally feel them throbbing against him, his paws just the right size to trace over those veins as they bulged out against him. As far as punishments went, he figured he got off easy...

...But they weren't quite done yet.

"That got really messy..." Nbowa said with a soft, pleasured sigh. "I think we should wash him off, lather him up and use him as a loofah...since we could all use a shower. Sound like a plan, guys?"

Orio and Shyy were already rapidly nodding as Exile wilted his ears, small drips of cum falling down from them.

"And I bet you thought you were getting off easy!" Nbowa chided, gripping the cum-soaked hybrid in a paw and lifting him into the sink for a quick rinse.

I didn't get off at all... Exile mentally pouted, trying to wipe some of the excess seed from his eyes. Orio was finally stripping his clothes away, ready to join the others in the shower as Shyy turned up the water, filling the bathroom with billows of steam that made it hard for Exile to see his own fate.

Three giant furs waited by the shower door, ready to take the micro-sized huscoon to the second half of his punishment.

Exile simply sighed, still relegated to his fate, and knowing things were only going to get worse.

I'll just put it in their damn water bottles next time.