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Trevor had just finished cleaning up the mess Rick and he had left on the couch when the doorbell rang. He went to the door, knowing who was there before he got to it. He had called most of his friends over for a party this weekend last weekend, and his closest friends were helping set it up.

He open to door to find Vincent the panther and Aaron the Golden-wolf on his doorstep, both had large, black, heavy looking plastic containers. Aaron he had known for about twelve years, since he moved to Washington from Italy, Dillon a year less. Aaron he had met in the last year of middle school, Vincent he had met in freshman year of high school.

Aaron was a golden retriever and wolf mix, but he looked just like a short, gold furred wolf. Trevor loved him. He was funny, and could make jokes out of almost anything. He and Amelia and Aaron had been through a lot. They trusted each other with almost anything.

"Good to see you guys. Put those on the deck. Any idea when Amelia and Dillon will be here?" he said. Aaron though for a moment and said "Amelia said they would be a little lat-"he cut of in mid sentence, smelling the air. Vince caught it to. "Judging by your lack of clothes and the smell on the air, you aren't home alone." He said; his voice accented with a slight Russian edge.

Trevor looked toward his room, where Rick was asleep. "What about it? Going to start grilling me on my sex life?" Vince studied the large dragon, and then sighed. "Who is it this time? Anyone we know?" he asked as he went to the kitchen and got himself a beer from Trevor's fridge. "You won't know him." Trevor said simply. Both other furs stiffened. "What do you mean him?" Aaron said.

Trevor sighed. He forgot these two didn't know he was bi. Hell, he himself hadn't known for long. "Yes, I said him." Trevor answered. Aaron set his case down on the kitchen floor, wearing a big doggy grin. He went to Trevor's bedroom door and opened it a crack, peering inside. He shut it and looked towards Trevor, grin larger then before. "You're a crafty dragon. He's so cute, even I would."

Trevor, who thought Aaron was as straight as an arrow, cocked an eyebrow at this statement. Aaron stared back "What? He looks adorable!" Aaron said, walking over to Trevor. "The fact the he can take your girth without sever aftermath is beyond me, but good news. It means I could take him without problems." Trevor was stunned at this new side of Aaron. It was more then a little attractive.

Vince ignored Aaron and started setting up the light control panels inside the cases. He started setting up black party light scaffolding. "Aaron! Can't do this alone! Get your lazy, canine ass over here before I come over there and castrate you!" he shouted.

Aaron's ears went flat to his head as he went to help the panther. He looked a little embarrassed. But Trevor was very interested in what sparked the new fires in Aaron. A few drinks should get that out of him...and maybe a bit more.

About an hour later, the couple of Dillon and Amelia arrived in there big and slightly beat up van that most likely carried the sound system and random fun objects. Amelia got out, laughing little, flirty laughs, and Dillon got out and jump on top of the van, and then onto Amelia. She shrieked a delightedly surprised shriek and said, laughing "Damn it, Dillon! This is neither the time, nor the place for that!"

Dillon growled back "you know you love it." And proceeded to try and rip off the wolf's pants. Trevor, who was in his open garage at the time, watched this and enjoyed it, then the smell of aroused cougar wafted toward him, and Trevor knew Dillon wasn't joking. He would mate her right there in the driveway if she let him. He would do it if she didn't as well. The cat had no shame, or self-control.

So Trevor through half a brick at him, hitting him in the kidney, and making the large cat jump back from his mate, yowling in pain. Amelia sighed, nodding her thanks toward Trevor, and helped her impulsive mate up. "You're such an ass-hat!" Dillon shot at Trevor, who answered "Stop thinking with your dick and seeing with your balls, then maybe you would notice bricks flying towards you. Next time I'll aim lower. No mating in my driveway... at least not in the open."

Dillon's retort was a dirty look, and then he went to the back of the van, rubbing his side. He pulled out a small speaker, and box of cables. Trevor went and grabbed one of the larger concert speakers and hauled it to the back deck. He noticed a few extra objects, and identified them as guitar and bass amps. He also noticed cords and stacks of music. "Dillon, we aren't performing tonight are we? I need to get my bass from the restorer."

Dillon gave the dragon a look. "Why use that? The thing is too valuable. Use Glowstring4 tonight. I'll be using Beamthread6 and Aaron is going to play Radi8. We are setting up the black lights now. You have your paint? If you don't, we need to make some."

Trevor's mouth curled into a knowing smirk. "So my party is going to be one for the records, I assume?" Dillon nodded, and Trevor shook his head. "Ill start the drink then."

Trevor finished unloading the van, noting that he had, in fact, brought the special band gear and dress. He ever brought the body kits. Trevor grabbed his and his uniform and went to his room. The sun would set in a few hours, and he needed to prepare if he was to perform.

He set his gear on the bed, and took a moment to lie down next to the sleepy otter, stroking his back along his spine, and once dipping low and rubbing the top of his tail. The otter mumbled something is his sleep, and rolled over to hug the dragon. Trevor planted a small kiss on his forehead before leavening, shutting the door quietly behind him.

Trevor spent the next hour setting up lights and sound systems. His deck covered about a quarter of his lawn, which was a square two hundred feet long on each side. It was completely disproportionate to the house, but that's only because Trevor torn down the rickety, stand alone garage to build the one in front, connected to the house. He also tore out a bunch of blackberry bushes. The bushes alone took up half the yard.

When he was satisfied with the systems, he set up a few plastic tables for snacks and drinks. He had Aaron and Amelia fill large tubs with ice, and he put a ton of soda and beer of varying types into the ice. He had the wolves grab and start putting a bunch of snacks into large bowls while Vince and Dillon figured out the light and sound systems respectably.

When Trevor was content with the setup of everything, he took a cupful of ice, poured it along with a few bio-degradable and animal safe chemicals into a blender. He blended this with high- grade vodka and poured it into shot glasses. He called everyone into the kitchen when they were done.

"So" he told them "Dillon informed me of a special performance we are doing tonight. I whipped up the shots, and I have my paints and instruments. Aaron, yours is in the garage under a black cover. Hope you brought the Impacts. Does everyone have there colors?"

Everyone held up a canister of color tinted plastic. Inside was clear, oily liquid that would interact with the shots when the time came. "Good. Dillon was nice enough to bring the uniforms. I will need help with my wings, as always, but other then that, we're good. Everyone needs to shower, you smell. Let's go."

All at once, they drank the shots, swirling them in there mouths first to coat them with the chemicals. They all went back to business. Trevor, who had already showered, asked Aaron to help him put his uniform on. He agreed, and followed him into Trevor's bedroom.

Inside, Trevor stripped down completely. He put the special pants on, made of a high tech material that moderated body heat. Little lines that looked like the lines on a microchip, glowed fire red as he put the top on. He put the mask on, and saw the lines light up to his eyes there as well. Aaron helped put the stuff on his wings and tail.

Trevor looked at himself in the mirror on the door. With the whole thing on and working, he looked like a techno-dragon demon. He smiled, only two things to do. Vince would man the door as he got his bass ready. He retrieved the spray and the chemically coated strings from a drawer in his dresser. He noticed Aaron couldn't stop staring at the naked otter.

"Dude, if you want to yiff him, ask the guy. I don't think he would mind. In fact, he might like certain canine bits of you." Trevor said with his voice forthright and direct. Aaron looked startled by this statement. "I-I have to get ready for the party!" he stammered. Trevor smiled and said "You're really bad at hiding your emotions, you know. I've told you so many times. I can smell you want him. If you want to wait, that's fine." He walked out of the room, grabbing his cell on the way out. He texted Laurel and told her about the party. She said she would be there, and bring a few friends. He said that would be great, and he would she her here.

Aaron was trying to ignore the voice issuing from between his legs, but it was getting more and more difficult. He found the door behind him and hurried out before he did something stupid. He went out to the car and got the custom Impact pads, made for his drum set, Radi8. He heard the shower stop down the hall, and knew he didn't have long to apply the pads to the drums.

He found them under a matte black sheet, completely protected and untouched from there last gig, when Aaron was to drunk the stand, let alone move his stuff. He took the adhesive strips from the back of each thin pad and placed it on the right drums, then went to go shower.

Dillon almost ran into Aaron as he came out of the bathroom. They said nothing to each other, and Aaron went into the steamy bathroom. Dillon went to the guest bedroom, where he had laid out his suit. His had the same pattern as everyone else's, but with electric blue lines. He dropped his towel, which was wrapped around him, to put on the pants when he was grabbed from behind.

Amelia jumped on her mate, pinning him to the bed. She dug her nails into his shoulders as he struggled to get up. She turned him over, sitting on his abs. They were both still damp from there showers, Dillon more then Amelia. She raked her claws through his short chest fur, slowly working her way down.

"Somehow I knew you would be in here." Dillon growled, trying to throw her off as she worked her way down towards his crotch. Not that he didn't like the attention, it was just a little unexpected. She made her way down to his crotch, and licked his balls a few time before slowly licking the stiffening member sliding out of his sheath.

His body relaxed at this, and little "ah" s and "Oh" s of pleasure came from the younger, smaller fur. Amelia played with her mate for a few minuets more before stopping. Dillon gave her a confused look. "Now I'm going to make you wait until after we perform." She said sweetly.

"Oh, that's cold." Dillon said, looking into his mate's eyes. "Your going to torture me with this all night, aren't you?" She gave him a sweet look and nodded. Dillon shook his head. "God I hate you so much sometime. If you weren't so damn beautiful, I don't know how I would stand you."

She giggled and helped him into his suit, which glowed blue as it met his body. He helped her in turn, which glowed yellow. They kissed each other, and then went into the garage. Dusk had fallen, and the backyard was covered in shifting, flashing, multicolored lights and lasers. A number of fog machine kept a knee high fog up at all times, and techno blasted through the speakers.

There were already around a hundred animals there already, and all hade some color of some kind of glow stick. It was quickly becoming a very interesting party.

Aaron stepped out of the shower, relaxed and ready to begin playing. Showers always helped him relax after a day of near stupidities. He dried his fur as well as the towel would let him, then dried it the rest of the way with a hair drier. He hung the towel on a hook and walked to the guest room naked. Nobody at the party or in the house cared about a naked fur; in fact a lot of them didn't wear clothes ever, because many though of them as accessories.

He pulled on the pants first, like always, and worked his way up. When he put the mask on, the lines, lime green to complete the set, lit up and glowed brightly. His was not as tight as the others were. His looked more like armor then a skin suit. Nobody really paid attention to the drummer, so his suit made him stand out.

He walked to the garage, getting ready for the performance of the year, to kick off the party of the year.

Everyone was preparing there instruments, and in Amelia's case, microphone stand, for the night. Trevor sprayed his bass down with the final solution for the Glowstrings before putting them on the guitar. Dillon did the same, tuning his guitar to the perfect range. Amelia wrapped a long glow stick rope around the shaft of her stand. Aaron was moving his drums onto there moving platform, then threw a sheet over them and wheeled them out to the deck, positioning them right in the middle of it, near the back.

Before they left the garage, however, they all drank shots of the clear liquid in the tinted containers. Instantly, there mouths glowed there respective colors. It had been and always would be insanely cool. They all smiled at each other, showing of there teeth. Aaron's was by far the best. His glowed radioactive green and he loved to show it off.

Nobody to notice of the activity, as they had all turned off the glow of there suits. Trevor hooked up his bass, a glossy black beauty with the word Glowstring4 worked into the cherry neck, between the frets, in glowing red neon letters.

Beamthread6 was also glossy black, but instead of red letters, they were electric blue. All the interments matched there owner's worn color in similar fashions. The guitar's neck was mahogany, not cherry wood. The music stopped, the lights cut out, and Aaron did the countdown on his sticks.

Right on cue, the bank hit the first notes of Scream, Aim, Fire and the suits lit up to full brightness. They always started off with a cover of a popular band's song. Vince was doing vocals for this song, because it needed a male vocalist. His suit didn't cover his full body like the rest of the bands, just his chest, upped arms and thighs. His color was purple, and went very well with his consoles, all which lit up with purple LEDs.

The reason for the chemical strings and sprays became apparent very quickly. Every stroke of the strings and bash of pads sent neon all over the respective instruments. It didn't match them, Trevor's was orange, Aaron's was yellow and Dillon's was white.

They finished Scream Aim Fire, and started the next in the trio of covers. The next bass notes were to Miss Murder, and the crowd went nuts. By now, the party was full with three or four hundred animals. The large gates between his neighbors and his yards had been pulled back, extending the party ground by another hundred feet in each direction.

At the end of Miss Murder, Vince left and was replaced by Amelia, and Dillon pounded out the notes for Barracuda. Amelia had always done a great job with this song, and tonight was no exception. She belted out the song without problems, yellow, glowing spit dripping from her mouth at times.

When the guitar solo came, Dillon stepped forward and rocked the crowd. His guitar was dripping liquid starlight now, and the partygoers were riveted to him. After he finished playing the outro, waves of applause followed. He bowed with Amelia, and the band stared another song.

After that, they played seven fast paced songs of there own, getting the crowd more and more wound up. The last song of the night was cheered and howled at as the band bowed and rolled the drums away.

"God I never get tired of playing those." Dillon said, stripping out of his suit. "For a moment, I thought they were going to jump onto the deck and attack us." Trevor responded, cleaning and stripping the bass of its strings. Dillon took his strings off as well and cleaned the guitar of its dulling glow. Aaron was coated in color, and went to the bathroom to wash it off his suit.

When he was all clean, he and the rest of the band, also cleaned up, went out to the party. They were greeted with a round of applause upon stepping out the back door, and shook a lot of paws. They each grabbed something to drink and headed off into the party.

Trevor wandered his backyard for a while before stumbling upon Rick and Laurel, talking to each other in quiet tones. They saw him and waved him over. He did so, slightly against his will. It was very awkward for him to sit between to of the animals he had mated. He didn't say anything for a moment, and the two just smiled at him. Laurel threw her arms over his shoulders, sat on his lap and pulled him into a deep kiss.

"You are a kinky dragon, aren't you?" she said afterward. Trevor felt an involuntary grin spread across his face. "Mayhap... What is it to you?" she whispered something incredibly sexy into his ear, and his pant were suddenly to hot and small. Rick only caught the last part, and it made him a little horny, and he was gay.

"Maybe you shouldn't say such things around other animals. I might not be able to control myself next time, and may have to rip apart your clothes and take you right here." He whispered into her ear. She laughed a low, lustful laugh and said "Why not here and now?"

This made the dragon make a deep, rumbling growl of lust issue from his belly. Rick was just starting to feel left out when a Siberian husky sat next to him and said "Hey beautiful." and rubbed his thigh. Rick turned on like a light. The husky picked up on this and said "Somebody is a little horny. I should do something about that." and with that kissed Rick.

Trevor heard a squeak of surprise from next to him, and turned to see a very wide eyed otter being kissed by a large husky. This made him so aroused that he grabbed laurel, and half dragged Rick to the house. Rick's doggie friend followed, flashing a grin to his friends, who traded looks of amazement.

Trevor all but threw his mate down on the bed and attacked her button up shirt. She laughed and helped him. He ended up ripping it apart with his sharpened claws, along with her pants. He was delighted that she didn't wear panties, and she helped him get out of his jeans and boxers. He didn't wear a shirt while home, even if there was a party.

Rick and the husky were doing something similar, but much slower. Rick was letting the husky undress him at his own pace, just watching. The large dog got to the bottom button of Rick's shirt, and bit it off. He then carefully and playfully undid the button and zipper of the otter's jeans and ignored that his was starting to leak pre. He was more eager then he knew.

Rick breathed slow and deep and the husky rubbed his paw on the otter's boxers, feeling the hard otter meat beneath the thin fabric. He slithered a paw down below the waistband and grasped it, making the otter gasp as his claws touched the sensitive flesh. He pumped the slick cock a few times before removing the pants and boxers altogether, revealing a red-pink pulsing otter dick. The dog flashed his husky grin and licked Rick a few times before undoing his own pants, exposing his sizable member to the cool air.

After about a minuet of this, the husky stripped himself of clothes and jumped onto the king sized bed. "Give or take, I don't care." He told Rick. Trevor, not nearly as patent as the little otter, overheard this as he ran his claws through laurel's short fur, and couldn't help but wonder what the canine would feel like. That is, until, Laurel tackled him and held his arms to the bed. If he really wanted to, he could escape. But he didn't want to. Not even a little.

She positioned herself over his member, inserting a few centimeters into her. She gave him very little warning, then took the whole thing into her, making them both moan in pleasure. Trevor closed his eyes and let the ecstasy river of sex float him away on a silvery raft of pleasure. (Wait....what? Fucking stoner line... lol :]) Laurel had other plans, however, and when he closed his eyes, she shoved a small vibrating toy into his ass.

He yelped and bucked at the sudden and painful snap back to reality, and enjoyed the sudden vibrating presence in him after a moment. Laurel smiled at the expressions on her lover's face as they ran through him. He closed his eyes, enjoying the new sensation as she started riding the dragon, making him let out little sound of pleasure.

Trevor looked above him to get a great view of Rick getting penetrated by the husky's sizable member. He had settled right above Trevor's head, and Trevor licked his cock as punishment. He synced his licks in time with the bounces of Laurel and the thrusts of the husky. Trevor started thrusting into his mate as she came down, shoving himself deeper into her. She still had his arms pinned, and the two above him stopped him from unfolding his wings, which lay folded against his back.

Laurel sped up her bouncing and the husky increased his thrusting.

Trevor couldn't see his face, but saw his knot forming, and worried briefly for Rick, who had never been tied before. These worries were quickly washed away in a flood of stimulation that signaled his orgasm. He hadn't focused on it, and didn't last as long as he wanted to, but it didn't matter. He pumped his seed into the mare, his balls hurting from being bounced upon.

Laurel gasped as warmth flooded her. She kept riding the dragon, milking him for everything he had, listening to his noises and feeling him buck as she rode him past him limit. She watched the husky make faces, most likely never experiencing anything like this before, but enjoying it anyway. He shut his eyes tight, thrusting faster. Rick had to hold back tears; the husky was starting to really hurt. Rick felt his forming knot popping in and out of him. With a howl, the dog buried the thick knot in his ass, making him cry out as his tail hole was stretched to accommodate the new swell.

Rick felt the dog unload himself in his bowels, hot doggie cum unable to get past the seal formed by the knot. It hurt so much, but in a good way. Rick balled his paws into fists as his own climax hit, shooting his cum all over Trevor's face, head and chest. The red dragon lapped it up, and cleaned the otter's meat before starting to fall asleep.

The husky made rick lay down. Trying very hard not to stress there tie, he cuddled the shorter fur, licking his ears. Trevor let his mate fall asleep on his chest, and fell asleep himself, still inside her. The room was hot and filled with musk, but Trevor fell into deep sleep easy enough.