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Chapter Eight: Naked Workout Part 2 of 2

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

“Move all the mats into the middle,” I called out as I rose from where I’d just been slapped to the mat by Shania, letting her have the last hit. Dallas stood nearby, his ears and tail showing his calm as he watched Cutty get back to his feet from the big ‘gator’s own recent tumble – I’d traded off with Cutty pretty fast when everyone’d paired off, after seeing how scared Shania was at approaching the big scaly guy. I didn’t blame her: Cutty’s terrifying to look at with that stereotypical alligator smile as his default expression, and those strangely unsettling turquoise eyes, and those sharp teeth he can never really completely pull back behind his lips no matter how hard he tries. That, and he’s just big, as though he wasn’t intimidating enough. Once you get to know him, he may not be all cuddles and ice cream, but there’s a depth to him, a definite charisma that makes it hard not to want to respect him, and be respected by him. Cutty’s one of only a small number of people I’d trust with my life, and I know that when he says something, he means it, so I always know where I stand with him, even if I can’t always read his expressions or the subtleties of his scent, so similar to humans and other morphs, and yet so different at the same time. “You newcomers can sit out this last little bit and start cooling down. We’re all going to jog a quick lap, to cool down a little, and then you can settle on the grass wherever you like and watch for a bit while the rest of us do a little sparring, one pair at a time. I’m not comfortable with letting people spar on the first session – there’s way too much that can go wrong without additional training – but you watch this first time, and next time, if you decide to come back, you’ll probably get a chance.”

Unlike the first jog around the track, this one went a lot more smoothly than before, with less talking. Judging from the way all the girls had a sheen of sweat on them, I’d say the new sorts of exertion they’d gone through today had tired them out a bit. I did notice, though, that Martinique stayed close to Huey as she jogged, having obviously formed an attachment to the cream-coated Alsatian, Priss just a little bit away from them, while Bird and Shania were jogging closer together in the middle of the bunch, Brandy just a little behind, the three talking in soft tones, made even harder to hear because of the hard breathing they were each doing after the workout they’d gotten. As for me, I jogged up front with Dallas, doing my best to ignore the looks I knew I was getting from most of the girls and several of the males – it’s nice to know my butt’s fun to stare at, I guess.

“This is so strange,” said Dallas as we hit the halfway point on the lap, having gone that far without a word between us. “I heard what you said to Shania earlier. Is she, you know…?”

He trailed off, and I shrugged in response.

“It’s what she wants,” I said. “I’m gonna offer her a collar, too, like Rachael.”

“It’s nuts,” Dallas reiterated, shaking his head before he looked at me. “Should I even ask?”

“Ask what?”

The voice was from Slade, with its Australian accent present but not overwhelming as he caught up with us, lagging just a little bit behind.

“Yes, what?” asked Red, coming up on my other side, deliberately brushing her tail against my legs as she got near to me, near enough that I could feel the heat of her body. “What was Dallas going to ask you, Spike?”

Guess I was wrong about things running smoothly this time. Before, all the humans and morphs had been kinda scattered all over the track as they ran. Now, Bird, Brandy, and Shania made up one little knot, Martinique and Priss were jogging with Huey, Cutty and Gregor were sort of in the middle, able to listen in on everybody without quite being a part of any of the groups that had formed, while up at the front all the canomorphs (minus Huey, of course) and Thunder had packed up close, all eyes and ears trained on me.

“First, let’s clear the air a bit,” Red added to her question, glancing at Slade and reaching over to affectionately stroke the tough dingomorph’s buns, showing her appreciation for his bravery in opening the discussion in the first place. “You’ve had sex with Bird – we can all smell it.”

Apparently, despite Red’s words, not everyone had smelled it, as Slade started blinking in total surprise, while Thunder gave a soft whicker, and even Gregor, for all his obvious efforts to appear as though he weren’t interested in anything going on around him, stumbled for a moment at the news. Heh, trust Red to set the tone for the discussion. Vixens – they’re worse’n any other canofemme you care to name, demanding and dominant, but so very sexy all the same. That, and they go absolutely sexy-nuts when you make them be the sub for sex. Speaking of sex, I relaxed a little as I picked up the arousal in Red’s scent, as well as that in the other morphs around me. No, they weren’t condemning me for a forbidden act, however shocked they might be to learn of it.

“Guess the big question is: what now?” I quipped with a smirk, glancing at Dallas. “Ask the question, Dallas, and let’s go from there.”

“I,” Dallas started, then cleared his throat as he noticed all eyes and ears on him before he regained his confidence, and continued, “I was going to ask Spike if I was invited to join in breeding Shania.”

This time, everybody started, nervous glances thrown left and right, even from the normally unflappable Thunder, while Gregor did his best to hide his reaction behind a momentary cough. Cutty, of course, remained as calm and stoic as ever, while Red just smiled.

“Breeding a human…?” Slade said, swallowing in a strange combination of nervousness and arousal, fear of the forbidden battling with his instincts, which wholeheartedly accepted the idea without a moment’s hesitation. “That’s…I don’t…wow.” The dingomale gave a short laugh, shaking his head. “You jump in with both feet into the deep end, don’tcha mate?”

“We’re going to start in the showers,” I said, cutting to the chase. “Then we’ll progress to the bedroom. It’s big enough in there for all of us. I’ve already gotten one human girl pregnant – her name’s Rachael, and she’s the owner of the colliemorph I was hired to breed, as well as a friend of Shania. I’m gonna invite her to join in as well,” I glanced back at the knot of human girls. “I’m gonna invite Bird along for the ride too. Maybe Brandy if she likes the idea – she’s obviously good friends with Shania, from the way they talk to each other. So that leaves us all with the question: are you gonna join us?”

Hardly more than a few seconds had passed before Red reached over, her black-furred hand caressing and then squeezing my butt, before she curled her fingers around the stub of my docked tail and gave that a squeeze as well.

“Count me in,” she said with a slow, toothy smile as she nodded, her tail wagging in that slow, seductive way of hers. “But all of you take notice: Bird is mine first.”

“Not gonna say no to sex,” Slade admitted with that roguish grin of his. “Been a while since I attended a cherry-popping party, anyway.”

“Might as well,” said Thunder in his slow drawl, not expanding on his feelings beyond that, though we could all smell how hard he was working to control himself.

“Da, comrades,” said Molotov enthusiastically, his own stubby tail wagging furiously with his eagerness. “I am with you one-hundred percent.”

“Guess I’m in too,” Dallas said with a sigh. “Don’t know how I’m going to explain this to Brandy’s dad, though.”

I glanced back at Gregor and Cutty, to see what their reaction would be. Gregor just gave a soft chuff, looking away and pretending he didn’t notice the look, but I saw the additional tensing of his belly, signaling the effort he was putting into keeping his shaft sheathed. Typical cat: he’d come or go as it suited him. Cutty, though, gave me one of those long, thoughtful looks of his, before the corners of his long, broad muzzle turned down into a very slight, very subtle frown and he shook his head. From long experience with Cutty’s moods, I knew he wasn’t turning down the offer permanently, just for the time being. Obviously there was something going on with him right then, and he just couldn’t stay for some reason. What that reason might be, he’d tell me if it was important to him that I know. Otherwise, I’d give the big gator his space. As for Huey…I threw him a look, enough to know that he’d heard what we’d said, but he was too busy talking to Martinique and Priss (who had joined the conversation, probably thanks to Huey’s deliberate outreach) right then, and I knew from his body language that he intended to pass on the offer. This made sense, of course: Huey was a romantic at heart, and he didn’t take part in orgies much, preferring his relationships to be more intimate and private in nature. Of course, that he seldom lacked for lovers was a clear indication that his way of doing things was working out for him just fine.

“Six and a cat’s maybe, then,” I said as we slowed at the end of the jog. “All right!” I barked out as I started toward the mats we’d rearranged before the jog. “Newcomers, get settled on the grass, stretch out a little if you want to finish up your cooling down. As for sparring,” I thought a moment to figure out pairs, mostly trying not to make a repeat pairing from last week, “we’ll start out with Gregor against Huey, then it’ll be Red against Slade, Cutty against Thunder, Dallas against Molotov, and I’ll referee. Fight goes on for a minute-and-a-half, or until somebody submits, or until I call an end.” I glanced toward Priss as she slumped to the grass on her firm, tan-lined tush, and held out my hand. “Can I borrow your watch? Thanks,” I added as she handed it to me, and turned back to the mat just as Gregor and Huey were squaring off on either side, strapping on the protective gear we’d gotten out before, especially making sure to tighten the athletic cups into place over their dangly bits and cinch the head guards firmly into place around their muzzles, an adjustment we’d had to make to the equipment ourselves. The others similarly suited up as I gave the first two combatants time to prepare, and then stepped to the side of the mat opposite where the girls were now sitting, and bowed to Gregor and Huey, a bow that they returned with all due solemnity, before bowing to each other, their eyes never leaving each other.

“All right,” I said, stepping between them, arm extended. “Begin.” I stepped back, off the mats, and the sparring session began.

*

During the throws and falls, Shania had felt Spike’s body moving against hers as he threw her, actually softening her landings somehow. In fact, he’d spent a lot of time with his body against hers, his large, strong hands touching her naked skin, making her shiver a little at the contrast of his albino white fur against her milk chocolate skin. Of course, that wasn’t the only thing distracting her from paying complete attention to the training Spike was trying to give her: she just couldn’t keep her eyes off his genitals.

Is that how I’m going to think of them now? Shania thought to herself. Genitals? It was a very sterile term, and she decided she didn’t like it that much. But when she started trying to figure out something else she could call the instruments that would all-too-soon be plunging into her smooth-waxed vagina, and then seeding her more-than-ripe uterus with a flood of potent sperm, she came up with a blank. Her body, though, didn’t have any hesitation: she was soaking wet between her legs, and was only grateful that Spike didn’t comment on the moisture she occasionally leaked onto the mat or his fur as they struggled together.

The run was a relief for Shania, letting her cool down her head much more than her body, while also getting a chance to talk with two of her best friends about what she was about to do, to get their input. Of course, Shania had no idea what had passed between Bird and Brandy during the throws and locks training, no idea that both girls, auburn-haired and blonde, had already reached a silent but completely mutual decision.

“You remember yesterday?” Shania began as she drew close to Bird on the track, carefully pacing herself to get some distance from the other little knots of runners, though she kept her words veiled at first as Brandy broke from her former running pattern and instead came up on Shania’s other side. For all her eagerness to lose her virginity and get pregnant, Shania didn’t want her best friends to think of her as a slut.

“Yeah,” Bird answered with a smile, glancing at Brandy in a knowing fashion that confused Shania. “How could I forget? You, um, kinda got cold feet for part of what went on, though.”

“Yeah,” admitted Shania, looking down at her sneakers before she raised her head again. “Anyway, I’m, um,” she glanced at Brandy a little nervously, hoping Bird would take the hint, “I’m going to take Spike up on that offer he made. Today. Right after practice.”

“Oh,” said Bird, her eyes growing wide as realization sank in. “Oh. Wow.” The blonde girl shook her head, grinning. “That’s a huge step, Shan – you’re sure you’re ready for it?”

“Is anybody ever ready?” Shania countered, shaking her head a little ruefully. “I’m all terrified, but also so…um,” she glanced at Brandy again, then turned back to Bird, “eager as well. I want this, and I…I want it bad!”

Biting her lower lip, Shania didn’t look directly at either of her friends, not wanting to see the scorn she feared in their eyes at learning that their friend was actually just a sex-starved slut. After all, what could be more embarrassing for a girl than to be thought of as wanting sex, like a…a bitch in heat? Girls weren’t supposed to want sex, after all, or so Shania had always been taught by her nearly-absent mother as well as her peers. Instead, girls were supposed to play games around the subject, keep others guessing, and never really admit to having it, or liking it. It was the job of boys to seek out girls, since they were always so needy when it came to sex, while girls gave into sex as a way of keeping boys under control, like a choke chain and treats for a dog, withholding sex as a punishment and giving it as a reward. But now that sex was looming right in her face, now that she was given the opportunity to accept it, and worse yet, to enjoy it…Shania’s thinking had changed, completely. But what about her friends? Would they still respect her? Would they still even like her? Even knowing that…

Brandy’s hand rested on Shania’s shoulder, prompting the glasses-wearing teen to look up into the smiling, reassuring face of her friend.

“They’re really sexy, aren’t they?” said Brandy, motioning with her head toward the morphs up near the front. “They’re sort of like…like wild animals, all strong and savage, but you can talk to ‘em, and flirt with ‘em.” Brandy’s smile then turned naughty. “You can even have sex with ‘em.”

Shania’s heart felt like it stopped for a moment as she stared, wide-eyed, at Brandy for a moment, and then turned her head to see what Bird thought of this. Bird, however, just grinned at Shania’s expression, and reached over to add her hand to her friend’s back, stroking down to just above Shania’s attractive bum before pulling back.

“You know I’ve got to agree with her, Shania,” Bird admitted with a shrug. “But I speak from experience, while Brandy just wants it.”

This was news for Brandy, and it showed as Shania’s head turned once more, seeing her auburn-haired friend’s hazel eyes widen in surprise…and arousal.

“You mean you…?” she pointed straight at Spike, a guess, but an accurate one, as Bird confirmed with a nod, a nod that Shania echoed. “Wow.”

The three friends fell silent then for a long time as they jogged along, digesting this new information. Shania felt immense relief, knowing that neither of her friends thought any less of her for what she planned on doing. Brandy might not know all the details, but she’d obviously figured out most of them, and of course Bird did know all the details, and yet they both seemed perfectly content to just accept her decision as though it were the most natural thing in the world. Then, in the last third of the lap, Shania broke the silence.

“I don’t want to be alone,” she admitted, swallowing nervously. “It’s a big step, and it’s kind of overwhelming. I, well,” she glanced at her friends, “I really need some support.”

Bird and Brandy looked at Shania as she turned her head from side to side, and then looked at each other. Then, slowly, deliberately, Bird reached down, and gripped one of Shania’s smooth buns, feeling the flex of her buttocks as she continued to run. A moment later, Brandy reached down and gave Shania’s other bun a squeeze of her own. As they reached the end of the cooldown lap, both girls withdrew their hands, but stayed close to Shania.

“You’re not gonna be alone,” Brandy promised.

“We’re with you, no matter what,” Bird agreed.

The relief that flooded through Shania’s body was so intense, so all-encompassing, that she hardly noticed Spike’s words as he explained the sparring that was about to take place. In fact, she didn’t really start to pay attention to the world around her much at all until Huey and Gregor hit the mat, Gregor’s legs scissor-locked around Huey’s neck, even as the cream-furred Alsatian gripped Gregor’s ankles tightly, rolling with the movements of the tiger, not willing to give up even as the tiger pressed his advantage, squeezing his legs together with steadily-increasing tightness, making Huey’s inner ears start to turn purple…until Spike suddenly called out “Time!” and Gregor gave an annoyed chuff as he released Huey from his scissorlock.

“Still need to learn how to counter those savate kicks,” said Huey as he bowed to Gregor, then stepped in, giving the tigermorph a hug. Gregor stiffened for a moment at the contact, and then, a little hesitantly, hugged Huey back. As they broke the hug, the big tigerguy glanced around hurriedly, as though afraid somebody might have seen him being a softie, then snorted in disdain as all the girls watching tittered – he wasn’t fooling anyone, however much he might try to pretend it hadn’t happened.

Shania paid more attention to the next match, her eyes wide as she started to really get into the energy of the moment along with the other girls. Slade’s body was sleek but strong, like a swimmer’s, narrow in the hips and wide in the shoulders, with muscles that stood out in fine definition without being massive, a contrast to Thunder’s body, which had a similar build, but with muscles that were almost obscenely huge in the way they stood out even through the “horsefeathers” on the big stallion’s wrists and ankles. Red, on the other hand, was a lithe figure, short but tightly-muscled, the flex and flow of her body clearly visible beneath her neatly-groomed fur as she stepped onto the mat. There was a palpable sense of tension as Spike called go…and then everything started happening all at once.

Shania could hardly follow the action, Red and Slade were moving so fast, Red stepping forward with brutal, aggressive kicks, while Slade fended them off with savage open-handed blocks, his fingertips making Red wince as they sank into nerve clusters, then stepped forward, using his greater mass to try to force Red back and bring her down. Instead of letting Slade bull-rush her, however, Red caught his next knife-handed jab, the movement so fast and subtle that the dingomorph didn’t realize what was happening until he was already halfway past Red, just instants before she reversed his motion, twisting his arm up and back, her leg sweeping out at the same moment, sending him flopping onto his back. An instant later, Red had wrapped her lithe, toned legs around most of Slade’s upper body while hauling roughly on the arm in her power with all her might, using her entire body to just hold onto that one part of him. Squeezing tighter, and tighter still, Red grit her teeth, the muscles standing out in her neck as she put her all into it…until, suddenly, Slade gave a grunt, and slapped the mat. Instantly, Red’s legs relaxed, and she started to move away…though not before Slade reached over and slipped his hands between Red’s still-splayed thighs, making the vixen ‘eep’ in a cute, high-pitched voice as he gently cupped her white-furred mound, then stepped back to bow, giving the vixen a teasing wink.

“Next time, love, I’m on top,” he teased, making Red grin and reach out to gently cup the dingomorph’s sac for a moment before they stepped off the mat.

“We’ll see,” was all she said in response.

Keyed up now, Shania and the others felt the energy coursing as Cutty and Thunder stepped onto the mats. Watching them plow together was like watching titans at war, both of them way faster than Shania would have ever thought anybody the size of the two huge males could ever move, none of their movements clumsy or haphazard, every motion powerful, precise, and potentially lethal. Thunder’s style was to lash out with kicks, trying to keep distance between himself and Cutty, even using kicks as a way to fend off the alligator’s attacks, turning these attacks into aggressive blocks, even as he kept his hands up in a curled-fist position in front of him, ready to block or lash out with lightning-fast strikes. Cutty, on the other hand, was an almost constant flurry of motion, hands, feet, and his long whiplash tail all slashing through the air so fast he became a blur at times. Finally, Thunder caught Cutty’s tail with his hands, and tried to jerk the big reptile into his kicks. Cutty, however, used the jerk on his tail as a springboard, letting him leap up onto Thunder’s shoulders, his legs wrapping around the stallion’s neck as he started to rain down blows on the other male’s head, though Thunder quickly lifted one of his arms to cover his head, warding off the worst of the blows. The match ended inconclusively as the time ran out, and the mystery of if Thunder would have jerked Cutty off by his tail, or if Cutty would have managed to get enough hits in, or make Thunder overbalance and fall to the ground, remaining unanswered.

This of course left Dallas and Molotov squaring off against each other. Even to an untrained eye like Shania’s, the two had wildly different styles. Dallas was obviously a formally-trained fighter, and he fought with a formal style, doing his best to keep the big rottie sticking to patterns that Dallas knew he could counter and defeat. On the other hand, Molotov had a more brutal, unorthodox style that made full use of his obviously incredible strength, working to get his solid, square-shaped body in close to Dallas so that he could start to pound on the other male’s body and head, the style looking somewhere between wrestling and boxing with a dash of street-nasty fighting thrown in for good measure. Because of the skill of the fighters in their respective styles, the fight wasn’t at all one-sided, as Dallas would force Molotov into one of the patterns of his traditional karate style and start to drive the big rottie back, making him take some hard hits, before Molotov would savagely break out of those styles and put Dallas on the defensive instead. Once again, the fight ended inconclusively, though this time it felt to the girls watching that this happened because the two combatants were sounding each other out rather than throwing their all into the conflict, demonstrating the caution in each of their personalities, though this caution manifested in very different ways. A later sparring match would likely see them growing far more determined in their respective assaults, now that they each knew what to expect.

“All right,” said Spike as the last fight of the day ended, clapping his hands to get everyone’s attention and then starting to walk toward the buildings clustered near the main entrance to the junkyard, handing Priss’ watch back to her as he passed. “Good practice, everyone. C’mon, those who wanna, hit the showers. Those who’ve got other places to be,” he grinned at Martinique, Priss, Cutty, and Huey as he said this, “we’ll be here next week at the same time. Or tomorrow after five in the evening if you’re serious about wanting me to help you get in shape for whatever sports you’re playing.”

“Very serious, Mister Spike,” said Martinique as she went to where she’d left her clothes and started to pull on her shorts, not seeming to notice or care about the admiring glances almost everyone there threw at her long, supple legs. “We’ve only got two games left in the season, and even though we’re not going to go to the championship this year, I want to win them both. And next year, I intend to win all my soccer matches.” She frowned as she lifted her arms, making her full, sleek breasts lift as well, then lower in a pleasant softening as she slid her t-shirt back over her upper body, concealing those beautiful mounds from view. “It’s my last chance to get to the championship, Mister Spike. That means a lot to me.”

“Yeah, I getcha,” Spike said, nodding. “You be here tomorrow, and we’ll do soccer. Bring whoever you can get to come, but remember: if they practice on my field, they have to follow my rules.”

“No clothes, I know,” said Martinique, heaving a long, slow sigh. “I’ll see what I can do. But I want to win, and if training naked is what it takes, I’ll do it.” Then she smirked, shrugging. “Besides, it was actually kind of fun. I guess I can see why you do it your way. I’ll be here after school to see about setting things up for the rest of practice, and then we’ll start actual practice around five, like you said.”

“My mate, Girl, will let you in,” Spike agreed with a nod, before he looked at Priss. “What about you? You gonna train here too?”

“It’s kind of weird, doing stuff without clothes on,” Priss admitted, finishing pulling her own shirt back into place, having done so quietly, half-sorry and half-relieved that she hadn’t gotten the looks that Martinique had gotten while she was dressing. “But I’m willing to give it a try. I’m sure the rest of the girls on the volleyball team’ll agree, too, if you can help us win our last match this season. That’ll be our test to see if you’re any good, I guess,” she added with a shrug of her own. “We win that, and we’re yours. See you tomorrow, Spike.”

“Here,” said Huey, stepping forward as he finished cinching the belt of his slacks, even as Martinique and Priss started to walk away. “Let me come with you. You’re safe in morphtown, of course, but, well,” he looked a bit sheepish at the admission he was forced to make, “we’re right next to the human slums, and it’s not safe there, not at all. We don’t usually get criminals wandering over onto this side of town, but it does happen sometimes.”

Shania blinked upon hearing this information, even as both of the other girls accepted the cream-furred Alsatian’s offer, while Cutty quietly trailed behind, softly murmuring something about coming along for a little added protection. The danger of the neighborhood was news to her, but then, she didn’t live around this area, and she’d always used the bus to land herself only a few short blocks from Spike’s junkyard. Not knowing what to think, she looked at Bird, who just shrugged at the questioning expression on her friend’s face while they began following Spike and the others, ostensibly toward the showers he’d mentioned.

“It’s true, there’s a bad neighborhood really close to here,” Bird admitted. “Like Huey said, though, usually crime doesn’t bleed over into other neighborhoods much – the police around here work hard to keep a tight lid on things. Still, I always keep off certain streets when I jog, and I always stay in places that are well-lit and open, where I can call for help easily, and that’s kept me safe so far.” She smiled at Spike, who gave her a reassuring grin back as she continued to speak. “Now that I know about what morphtown is like, I’m going to start including it on my jogging trails.”

At that moment, they reached the building closest to the big track field, which had a door facing the field, as well as another door on the opposite side, so it could be entered from the main entryway, or from the rear where they were. Spike pushed open the door and held it while everyone entered the building. Brandy stepped forward, looking around the room for several moments before nodding, obviously impressed.

“Nice gym,” she said with admiration, glancing over her shoulder at Spike, then giving a soft gasp as he stepped up next to her, one strong paw closing on her bare bottom, then slowly caressing her smooth skin, a finger teasing its way between her legs, making the auburn-haired teen tense up as he stroked it against her labia.

“Thanks,” said the broad-chested pit bull morph with a toothy grin, his other hand catching Shania’s hip, pulling her up against his other side before he wrapped his arm around her waist, making her whimper softly as he stroked his hand down her smooth, flat tummy, and then over the smooth-waxed mound of her pubis. “We all worked really hard putting it together. Took us a lot of time and money, but it’s about as good as we can make it now.” Then he chuckled. “But however much fun it might be to bend someone over a weight bench, we’ve already had our workout. C’mon, let’s get going into the showers.”

*

“Oh wow,” said Rachael by my ear, almost quivering all over with erotic excitement as we watched three sexy, naked human girls walk with seven equally naked and very sexy morphs into the large shower facility Spike and his friends had built – out in the field, morphtroops got minimal support, so we all learned a bit about combat engineering and jury-rigging out of necessity. “Are they doing to have sex in the shower, Girl?”

I grinned at the question, rubbing Benny between her ears as she knelt on the other side of my chair, good dog that she was trying to be, while using my free hand to carefully adjust the cameras I had planted in the gym and the showers for the best possible view. As early morning had faded into late morning, I’d noticed Yoko come online, as we’d made a chatroom connection after yesterday’s encounter, and I promptly offered her a link to a direct video feed, warning her that it would be pretty unpolished, unlike the other videos I’d shared with her, but that I thought she’d appreciate it greatly all the same. Taking me at my word, Yoko had logged in, and was likely even now watching events unfold through the miracle of cyberspace. Yoko wasn’t much of a ‘talker,’ even online, and so I didn’t know how much she was watching, or how she felt about it, but she’d joined in just as the martial arts action of the sparring sessions was starting, so I doubted that she was bored. Now that things were starting to turn obviously sexy, I was sure that I’d keep her attention, but, honestly, I was too busy watching myself to pay much attention to her.

“Probably,” I answered Rachael’s question, reaching over to gently caress the undersides of her upthrust, naked breasts with the furry side of my hand, making her gasp and shiver at the pleasant contact, and then moan as I gently closed my muzzle on one tasty pink nipple, suckling for a short while until Rachael’s teat was nice and hard and erect. “But not all the way. For starters, there’s no maidenblade in there, and Shania at least is a virgin for sure.”

“Brandy is too,” Rachael added in a small voice, obviously afraid to interrupt me, showing me respect as the alpha female – it made me feel warm inside to be treated with that kind of respect, and I silently promised to make sure Rachael was well rewarded for doing so. “That’s what Shania said, anyway, when I told her how people thought Brandy was a slut.”

“A virgin slut?” I mused, raising an eyebrow as I glanced at Rachael, making her flush with embarrassment. “Well…I hope you don’t mind Brandy too much; it looks like she’s going to be joining our little pack family.”

“Nuh-uh,” said Rachael, leaning in eagerly as I zoomed in to get a nice view of a row of all ten sexy rumps as morphs and humans alike entered the showers on the far side of the big workout room, and then began to spread out naturally, each selecting a shower head to use along the long, undivided row of smooth tile wall where they were located. “She’s really sexy. I just hope she lets me suck on her breasts – I love big breasts, and hers are as big as Bird’s!”

I couldn’t restrain the giggle Rachael’s words brought, but she did have a point: Brandy had a gorgeous body, toned, fit, and beautiful. As I took a moment to admire this new girl’s dimples of Venus, I formed the rest of my answer to Rachael’s earlier question in my mind before I began speaking.

“To continue answering your question,” I continued finally, “besides not having a maidenblade – and no morph would deflower a virgin without a maidenblade if at all possible, for fear of hurting a girl, and there’s no greater turn-off than really hurting someone during sex – I know Spike, and he’s not going to put a baby in Shania without you there. After all, you’re one of her best friends; it’s only right that you’d get to take part in her deflowering, and in her breeding.”

“You’re sure?” asked Rachael hopefully. “Because I really, really want to be a part of this. If they do much in there, I’m going to go join them.”

“Patience, Rachael,” I added, reaching over to give her buns a squeeze. “You’ll be included. They’re definitely going to do some sexual warming up, though, before they leave the showers. I don’t think they’ll even take the time to get dry, if it gets hot and heavy enough, and it probably will. I’m going to need you and Benny to arrange the pillows and blankets with me, so as to make the orgy that’s going to spill over into the house flow most smoothly. Can you do that?”

“All right,” Rachael agreed, reluctantly turning away from the computer as I stood up, while Benny crawled along the floor by my side, like a properly obedient dog should. “But we’ll get back in time for the good parts?”

“As long as we hurry,” I reassured her, as we quickly got to work. It took us hardly more than ten minutes, at most, to get everything set up in the wide open space of the living room, and then all three of us hurried back through the bead curtain into the computer room, crowding around the screen. “Just in time,” I said softly as we watched events unfolding on the screen. Idly, I glanced down at the video feed I was giving to Yoko, then blinked in some mild surprise: it seemed that Yoko had invited a few friends. For a moment I considered interrupting the feed, not wanting to get anyone in trouble. But then I shrugged, letting the matter slide for now. After all, Yoko seemed trustworthy, from what I’d learned about her from our brief time in real life and online, and anyway I doubted she’d want to cause trouble for her friends. Besides, she seriously liked the idea of adding to Spike’s harem, and if the newcomers were some of her friends, letting them continue watching might be very profitable indeed.

*

For a few moments as she stepped into the shower room, feeling its cool tiles under her feet, the cool air of the room making her nipples harden, Bird was afraid that she had done something wrong. Her body was keyed up, eager, ready for all the forbidden erotic pleasures she’d learned through firsthand experience that morphs could provide, her cunny not just moist, but thoroughly soaked by the time she got to the far wall, where the shower heads stuck out in a row. It was even hard for her to reach that wall, and Bird couldn’t help but wonder if she ought to use one of the large bathtubs on the other side of the wall instead, not knowing if she’d be able to keep standing up, as aroused as she was. But the morphs moved in first, faster than Bird could hope to manage in her lust-befuddled state, and the toned blonde found herself having to take the last shower head, the one near the corner where the shower head wall met the far wall of the building. Was she going to be left out, while Shania and Brandy were guided in front of Spike, each beneath a shower head of their own, morphs crowded on either side of them, their eagerness obvious from their body language, instantly telling anyone watching that all-too-soon both girls were going to get their bones jumped? The thought was almost enough to make Bird cry.

Then Bird felt a soft-furred hand stroke her smooth, naked back, gasping as a smooth pink tongue tasted the cooling sweat of her shoulder and neck. That hand reached higher, pulling off Bird’s scrunchie, letting her shoulder-length hair fall down freely before another hand, its black-furred “glove” visible now, reached in front of Bird to turn on the water, which cascaded down onto Bird’s bounteous breasts, warm almost from the moment it left the faucet (a miracle of modern technology, as superconductors had become common equipment in plumbing and other household devices a few years back). Feeling a pair of more modest, soft-furred breasts press against her back, Bird could only watch as both those skilled, gentle hands poured a generous helping of fur-friendly liquid soap from a bottle on a shelf beneath the faucet over Bird’s mammaries, then begin to firmly work a good lather onto Bird’s smooth, supple skin.

“Let me do all the work, dear,” said Red in Bird’s ear as she expertly rolled and caressed Bird’s nipples between her fingers, forcing the blonde girl to grab the metal bar in the wall before her in order to keep from collapsing to her knees. “I’m the one who warded off the boys, at least for now, so it’s the least I can do for you in return.” Closing her eyes, Bird just let herself relax as best as she could while listening to Red’s seductive voice, breathing hard at the feeling of the gorgeous foxfemme’s hands rubbing a slick, thick lather onto her shoulders, her back, her arms, her stomach, her legs…and then back up, a hand cupping her needy cunny, stroking into her folds, making sure to work the soap in as well, while the vixen’s other hand soaped up Bird’s bottom, and then parted it to work a sudsy finger against the tense pink rosebud of Bird’s anus before slipping inside. “We morphs may like sex rough and dirty at times, but we’re as fond of a squeaky clean cunny as the next person.”

Bird heard a squeal from nearby, though it felt to her lust-addled brain almost as though it came from miles away. Working through the pink haze on her vision as she opened her eyes, she looked over to where a wide-eyed Brandy was hesitantly stroking her own suds-slick hands over Shania’s cute little breasts, while Spike stood behind the short-haired black girl, holding her arms, his heavy, thick pink erection rubbing against Shania’s smooth and sexy butt. He growled something to Brandy, making the auburn-haired teen blush deeply, before she stroked her hands down Shania’s stomach, then slipped a hand between her friend’s thighs, almost immediately making Shania cry out again, her whole body tensing up in Spike’s unbreakable grip. On either side, the other morphs watched silently, almost idly rubbing a quick lather of soap onto their bodies, but not spending much time soaking, just enough to freshen up a little.

“Your friend Shania is ripe for breeding,” Red cooed gently in Bird’s ear, that seductive voice of hers making the blonde girl shiver all over as gentle fingers began to firmly knead her inner thighs. “Brandy’s not far off either – in a week, if she doesn’t put brakes on it, she’s going to be knocked up as well.” Red’s muzzle found Bird’s ear, making the athletically-toned human girl cry out softly, only barely restraining her voice from a full scream with an effort of will. “You’re just a few weeks off from full ripeness yourself, if I’m judging things right. Maybe less.” Bird could see the vixen licking her chops out of the corner of her eye. “Mmm, it wouldn’t surprise me if you decide to offer yourself up to the dogs in the streets like a proper bitch in heat. All it would take it for you to take off your shorts while jogging in morphtown, smelling as aroused as you do now, and you’ll get every morph in the neighborhood on your tail, eager for a piece.”

At that moment, one of Red’s fingers deftly teased into the cleft at the top of the Bird’s cunny, stroking against the human teen’s almost painfully throbbing clitty. This time, Bird couldn’t hold back her cry as orgasm overtook her, only barely muffled when Red slipped two of the fingers of her other hand between Bird’s lips, giving her something to suck on instead of screaming like a queen cat getting rutted by every available tom.

“I thought so,” purred Red, her voice husky with her own rapidly-rising arousal. “You’re as sexy as your mother, Bird. The only differences are that you’re a bit younger, and your breasts are smaller.” She caught Bird’s glance in her direction at this, then smiled, giving Bird’s cheek a tender nuzzle. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell her what you’ve been doing. On the condition that you help me get into your mother’s panties.” Bird’s desperate moans of orgasm were only barely stifled around Red’s pumping fingers in the human girl’s mouth, while at the same time squeezing the fingers of her other hand into Bird’s rapidly-clenching cunny. “Of course, the rest of your family might get mixed up in all this in the process. Your mother, Janaina; that naughty sister of yours, Brittany; the twins, Amber and Pearl, with their adorable, squeezable, bouncy bottoms; and that precious little princess, Steffi, the baby of the family, and already well on her way to getting the rest of you to spoil her rotten. You’re all so gorgeous, so sexy, so desirable…and you’re going to help me make it happen.”

It was all that Bird could do to nod her head, just as Red’s fingers found her G-spot, rubbing into it fast and firm until suddenly everything exploded for Bird, her eyes unseeing for a long moment as she felt her entire body go into a series of intensely powerful contractions. The contractions gripped her legs, sending her to her knees, if it weren’t for the sudden addition of another pair of strong hands to hold her up, letting Bird reach out, grabbing tightly onto a short-furred forearm as she felt her juices squirt onto the tiles of the shower. Those same strong arms encircled her, lifting her up, cradling her gently, and soon Bird was resting her head tiredly on a muscular, black-and-brown-furred chest – Molotov’s chest, actually, right on the crescent shape where his brown fur gave way to black in the middle of his broad pectorals.

“I shall be of the taking this little Bird now, da?” said the big rottie with a grin as Bird snuggled up against his muscular, warm body, still shivering with the aftereffects of orgasm, though she knew her body was far from satisfied yet. “Let her rest up for big cherry-popping.”

“All right,” said Red with a toothy smile as she reached out, caressing the underside of Molotov’s blunt brown cock, standing out at almost a right angle from his body in the intensity of his arousal. “But no squirting inside Bird until I’ve gotten a good, deep taste.”

As Bird allowed herself to be carried off by the cute, Russian-accented rottie, the mention of tastes tickled a part of her brain as she realized that the shampoo on Red’s fingers hadn’t tasted much like soap. Actually, it had tasted…well…neutral, she guessed was the best word for it, sort of like mineral oil. It must have been some soap specifically made for morphs, something that wouldn’t wash out the natural oils in their fur, while still getting them clean. She guessed that they used stronger soaps for a more thorough cleaning, but probably didn’t use them that often. It was one of those idle thoughts that floated through someone’s head when they’d just had a mind-blowing orgasm, and Bird didn’t resist the drifting of her mind, letting herself feel almost weightless in Molotov’s strong arms even as her body began to heat up once more, knowing that this healthy, virile male would soon be pounding her good and hard, and he wouldn’t be the only one, either. Not just that, but she’d almost surely get to taste Shania’s virgin cunny before her friend was given a hefty dose of morphsperm right into her fertile womb. These thoughts and more were enough to make Bird start to squirm in the gentle rottie’s arms, making him have to grip her tightly to keep from losing his grip on the still-wet pink skin of the sexy, needy teen.

*

Brandy just went all weak in the knees when I grabbed her ponytail, the scent of her arousal filling the entire shower area as I pressed her face up again Shania’s juicy cunny, not bothering to hold my cock back as it thrust forcefully out from my sheath at the smoking hot slurping sounds of one virgin human girl eating out another. It was kinda fascinating, actually, looking at the layers of Shania’s sex, at how her outer and inner labia were almost the same color as the rest of her chocolate brown skin – maybe a little darker – but just inside her inner depths were a bright, delicious-looking pink color. Not long after Red had started to make her moves on Bird, putting some sexy plan of hers into motion, Thunder and Slade moved in, hooking one of their hands each under Shania’s knees, the other cupping her sweet, rounded tushie, lifting her up, letting her lean back against their naked bodies as I stood behind the kneeling Brandy, holding her hair like a leash, keeping a firm grip that seemed to be all it took to turn the auburn-haired hottie into a willing slave.

Turned-on like she was, it didn’t take more than a few of Brandy’s clumsy, amateurish licks to make Shania shudder in orgasm, her arms wrapped around the necks of the two big morphs holding her tightening, her hands clenching. Yeah, I’d have to make sure Shania got some proper oral treatment, and I was definitely going to have to train Brandy pretty extensively in oral sex – she had all the enthusiasm you could ask for, which is how I knew she’d be good at it after a while, but she obviously needed practice. I couldn’t hold back a smirk as I pictured the sexy teen eating out Girl while I pounded that hot butt of hers from behind, and I somehow knew Girl wouldn’t object one bit to helping give Brandy all the training she could get.

I took a moment to glance around the room, noticing that everyone was done with their showers right then, and there wasn’t a soft cock in the place. Well, everybody was done except Gregor, that is; the big stripy lug was doing his best to pretend he wasn’t there for the sex, taking his time rinsing off the full lather he’d built up on his body. Heh, typical cat with their obsession for cleanliness. Still, even Gregor’s erection was standing out at full mast, the tiny, rubbery barbs at its base and tip standing out in full resolution, eager to rasp against the most sensitive parts of a femme’s inner walls like a French tickler. Five rigid erections ready to be plunged deep into the untouched and soaking wet cunnies of the two virgins so willingly and eagerly offering themselves to us. Heh, guess there’s no point in delaying things much longer.

Gasping as I pulled her back, her breasts arching outward and upward, Brandy gave a sharp cry as I worked a hand between her legs and started to grind it there, hard and fast, making her hips jerk forward and back in desperate spasms as I easily brought her to a good, solid clitoral orgasm or three. When she was gasping for breath and breathing hard, her cheeks deeply flushed, her body obviously not up to doing any resistance for a little while at least, I pulled on her ponytail again, slipping one arm around her waist as she started to rise, hoisting her easily to her feet. With a smirk, I bent slightly, rounding to face her before I bent a little, my shoulder meeting her stomach. Brandy gave a sharp ‘eek!’ as I then stood up, hoisting her up onto my shoulder like a savage carrying off a captive, one arm pinning her legs together, while the other grabbed her bottom firmly, groping and stroking her smooth, water-glistening skin before caressing her heavily-flushed and dripping wet quim, making her moan loudly as she bit her lip, obviously feeling so very exposed and vulnerable in this new position. Brandy looked over her shoulder with a wide-eyed, kittenish expression at the males in the room, and then down to the hefty cocks that she knew all-too-well would soon be buried to the hilt in her juicy, eager young body. Then she looked at Shania, who was looking around as well as she also gasped for breath, resting her body’s weight on the big hands and strong arms of the Clydesdale and dingo who were even then taking turns sucking on her nipples, getting them as hard and perky as thumbtacks, especially Thunder with his extra-agile equine lips. Heh, if she thought it felt good now, Shania’d love it when the big stud put that mouth of his to work on her gushing cunny.

“C’mon,” I said with a motion of my head, turning toward the rear exit of the showers, which I used as an entrance for my normal bathing needs. “Let’s move this into the house.” I grinned toothily over my shoulder at Shania even as I made Brandy’s body tense up once more, her fingers gripping my shoulder and back with desperate intensity as she started to cum again with the touch of my fingers on her needy little love-button. “Time to get knocked up, Shania.”

Shania just moaned loudly as Thunder took her into his arms, carrying her with ease as she reached up, running her hands over the snowy fur of his broad, naked chest, settling easily back against one absolutely huge arm as he settled her there, before his other hand slipped between her dangling legs. Nickering in amusement as he jerked his fingers back and forth on Shania’s juicy slit, making her give off a host of adorable, high-pitched noises as her tiny breasts heaved, her legs kicking helplessly in the air, her hands gripping the thick white fur of the “horsefeathers” on the wrist supporting her lower back and the shorter fur of his chest. After all, better to get the girls worn out now, so it’d be easier to guide ‘em at our pace, rather than let ‘em go in at the desperate level, where they’d be likely to hurt ‘emselves trying to get their rocks off.

*

The first thing my eyes saw when Spike opened the door to the house was the sexy bare buns of Brandy as she squirmed helplessly on his shoulder. Setting her on the pillows Rachael, Benny, and I had strewn carefully around the big living room, Spike winked at me, then stepped in to grab my hips, pulling me against him, my breasts squeezing into his firm, broad chest.

“Glad to see you’ve got everything set up for the party, Girl,” he growled in my ear, before licking on the so-sensitive inner part, making my legs start to go all to rubber. “I think good girls deserve a reward, don’t you?”

It was all I could do to nod dumbly, my throat not able to form any coherent sounds as I followed Spike’s gaze toward the door as Thunder entered in front, carrying Shania cradled on one big arm, the other morphs crowding in behind him, Gregor last, doing his best to pretend his barbed cock wasn’t standing straight and hard and dripping wet. Kneeling on the pillows nearby were Rachael and Bird, who’d started to kiss each other with a passion that obviously astonished them both, their hands exploring their bodies with a desperate hunger as Rachael’s more modest breasts and cherry red nipples stroked against Bird’s larger mounds and more strawberry pink ones. Brandy had just crawled over to the pair and started kissing the back of Bird’s neck, while Benny knelt nearby, whining softly in her eagerness to join in, when all their eyes turned suddenly to Shania as the lithe black teen was lowered to the pillows. Almost immediately, all four of the sexy femmes on the floor started toward Shania in the middle, surrounding her, starting to kiss her smooth, naked brown skin with girlish eagerness while Shania’s limbs jerked in short spasms as they were held in place by Rachael and Brandy at her arms, Benny and Bird at her legs, her hips and back arching, her mouth opening to cry out sweetly as her two friends holding her arms bent their heads, mouths closing over her large, dark nipples, suckling on them noisily, while Bird and Benny started to lick their way slowly up her outstretched legs.

“Fresh virgin juice,” growled Spike as he led me forward, pushing me with irresistible gentleness to my knees between Shania’s splayed thighs. “Nothin’ like it. Nothin’ so sweet. We’re all gonna get a good, long taste of Shania here, until she’s too used up and spent to even feel it when I use the maidenblade on her, to feel anything but good. Once she’s got her cherry popped, every male here’s gonna shaft her to the hilt, and make sure her ripe ‘n ready belly’s just swimming in sperm. Then,” he grinned at Brandy, who gulped in desperately nerve-wracked arousal at my gorgeously savage mate, before he swept his gaze to Bird, who whimpered softly, biting her lower lip, and finally to Rachael, who wriggled under his steady, lusty gaze, as though just the touch of his eyes was all it would take to make her cum, “it’ll be a free-for-all, no holds barred. The only rule is this: only Red ‘n Girl are alpha females here. All the rest’ve you, you’re pets, and good little pets do what they’re told. You all agree to that?” He caught and held the gaze of each of the human girls for a long, slow moment, one by one, until they had all lowered their eyes submissively, nodding, the scent of their arousal flooding the room, ensuring it was impossible for them to resist anything but a positive answer, making even the highly-disciplined former military morphmales there shift on their feet, only barely able to keep themselves in check. “Good.”

That was the last word Spike said – the last he needed to say – as he knelt behind me, and bent forward, pushing me with him, his rigid manstaff nudging me in my butt as he squeezed both our muzzles tightly up against Shania’s gorgeous, smooth sex. My eyes rolled back into my head as Spike peeled her dark-skinned labia apart with the fingers of one hand, and I tasted the glorious ambrosia of her gorgeous pink inner self, my tongue thrusting inward, greedy to taste still more of her. Spike’s tongue was soon alongside mine, and then we were French-kissing each other with desperate passion, heads turned slightly to the side, letting us fill Shania up at the same time we were squeezing our bodies together in an embrace of raw passion. I was vaguely aware of Shania’s yelp of orgasm, which mirrored my own as Spike thrust into me, rutting me hard and fast like I was the one in heat, making my breasts bounce until his strong hands closed on them, squeezing them until it hurt, but in all the best ways.

Then I was being dragged back as Spike pulled us together away from Shania, his hips still humping me, cock plowing out my insides, the scent of a virgin cunny in heat filling both our senses. With an effort, I opened my eyes, watching in fascinated arousal as Rachael knelt between her friend’s thighs, staring in wide-eyed wonder as she bent forward, heedless of how this thrust her lovely, pale pink bottom into the air, letting everyone there smell her arousal…and the baby that was firmly planted in her womb, her scent already changed since that morning to let every morph there know she was thoroughly bred. Rather than being a deterrent, the scent of a freshly-pregnant female just turned us all on even more, since it was a clear signal that this female was “free,” available for everyone to use, since she’d already been filled by a male of her choice. There were no social consequences, or so our instincts told us, in having sex with a pregnant femme, and so that scent nearly drove us all wild…that, and the scent of a freshly pregnant human…it carried a weight of connotation to it that was too intoxicating to the senses for me to even begin describing it properly. All I knew was that, suddenly, with Rachael’s scent in my nostrils, any lingering guilt or inhibition I might have had just disappeared: it all just felt so right.

Shania’s squeal as Rachael began to gnaw on her cunny with near-viciousness, a feral hunger that would be the envy of any morph, was matched a moment later by my own squeal as I started to cum around Spike’s thick shaft, before I thrust my muzzle forward, burying it in Rachael’s cunny while she ate out Shania, wrapping my lips around the precious carrot-topped teen’s whole slit and suckling with all the skill I’d learned over the years with my own femme lovers.

“Watch close,” Spike’s voice momentarily broke into my concentration on Rachael’s pleasure, and I knew he was addressing Brandy and Bird. “And pay attention to how that feels, Rachael: what Girl’s doing…that’s how you make a femme cum.”

As he said “cum,” Spike thrust forward more roughly than before, forcing me forward, my hands reaching out, seizing Rachael’s upraised tushie for stability. At the same time, my tongue plunged deep into her tightening depths, and as I felt the first splashes of Spike’s hot cum against my cervix, sending my whole body into powerful and pleasure-filled contractions, I worked my muzzle all the harder, until I heard Rachael’s own muffled cry of orgasm, which soon after was mirrored by Shania as the sweat-slick teen’s smooth, dark brown legs thrashed on either side of her friend’s head, each thigh almost in line with the odangos holding Rachael’s hair tied up on either side.

Nearing exhaustion, at least for the moment, Rachael rolled to the side, gasping for breath, only to give a short cry of surprise as Dallas’ paw gripped her cute, small rear, giving her a squeeze there before he knelt, pulling her into his arms and then resting her on his lap. One hand slipped between her legs, and he soon had her moaning, this time more softly than before, obviously taking it a little slower, keeping her warmed up without making her go over the edge again. In that pause, I felt the brief shock as Spike pulled out of my drenched cunny, leaving me panting hard, my whole body feeling like it was on fire. I didn’t have to wait long, though, before Brandy’s shapely bum and tense, neatly-trimmed cunny filled my field of vision as she decided to have her own taste of her friend’s virgin juices. From behind, I felt strong hands grip my upraised rump, and smelled Slade, felt his arousal rubbing against my well-stretched gates, before he plunged in next, forcing me to bury my muzzle in Brandy’s presented quim just to keep from filling the living room with my feral howl of orgasm. That seemed to be all the motivation Brandy needed, her initial tentative nibbles and licks suddenly turning into a full-on dive into Shania’s rapidly-clenching cunny, the strong hands of Thunder and Benny all that kept the sexy black girl from jerking out of control as her head slapped hard against the soft pillows beneath her, those strong morphs gripping her arms and legs, holding her legs up in the air, making it easy for Shania to just swing in their hands, basking in the pleasure she was receiving.

As Brandy jerked her cunny away from me with a short, sharp cry, her orgasm sending her stumbling forward, right into the arms of Gregor, the big tigermorph grinned fiercely as he dragged the spasming auburn-haired hottie off to the side opposite where Rachael sat in Dallas’ lap, wriggling against his soft-furred chest. He growled something about ‘payback’ in Brandy’s ear, the words enough to make the sexy teen’s eyes grow wide, before he easily bent her over his lap, face-down, and began to hold her there firmly with one powerful hand, the other stroking and then roughly groping her bared bottom, before his fingers slid into the wet slit of her cunny and started to grind there mercilessly, his grin growing all the more fierce as Brandy wailed in orgasm after orgasm, squirming wildly, yet utterly unable to escape the tigerman’s powerful grip, making her forced to endure pleasure so intense, it was almost pain.

Rolling my eyes into my head, I moaned, softly now, my tongue aching for another cunny to lick, even as I felt Slade’s cock pulse inside of me, then spurt a copious load into my depths. Slade was a backdoor man if ever there was one, and for a moment I wondered why he hadn’t nailed my tailhole, before I realized: he was saving his fun there for a little later, not wanting to risk a yeast infection or something like that during vaginal sex with one of the human femmes. After all, this was a cherry popping party and a breeding party together, and both of those acts involved cocks inside cunnies. This was my last thought before I slumped to my side, aching for more, yet knowing that my body was at its limits.

“It’s time,” growled Spike as his hands, now so very gentle, lifted me, settling me on my side onto some of the softer pillows, giving me a perfect view of the action. “Benny,” he glanced over at the colliefemme, who was suckling on one of Bird’s breasts not far off, while Red suckled on the other, her ears and then her head perking up immediately at the sound of her alpha’s voice. “Go and get the maidenblade in the bedside table drawer.” He grinned fiercely as he leaned in, caressing Shania’s painfully-flushed quim, making the poor, over-pleasured girl moan softly, her body tensing up at the lightest touch, her entire world consumed with more ecstasy than any girl should have to endure on her first time. Spike then glanced at Dallas and Gregor on either side of him and nodded, motioning with his muzzle. The two immediately understood in that way packmates shared on the deepest levels, and as Spike gently rolled Shania over, propping a pillow beneath her stomach to keep her bottom up and presented, Rachael and Brandy soon found themselves similarly positioned, making a truly mouthwatering sight: three perfect girlish tushies, thrust upward in open invitation, their trim and tight cunnies so moist, soaked actually, and eager for mounting. More than that, the knowledge that these were three best friends, waiting to be mounted together, supporting each other in pleasure, warmed the heart at the same time it heightened all of our arousals, Brandy and Rachael driving their solidarity home all the more as they pressed in on either side of Shania, until Rachael’s pert tushie and Brandy’s more rounded and shapely one were squeezed sexily against Shania’s gorgeous sprinter’s cheeks, firm and neatly-rounded, perfect for rapid bursts of energy and for squeezing down so very, very tightly on any cock thrust between them.

Moments later, Benny returned, then knelt beside Spike, holding up the maidenblade even as she lowered her head and ears, her tail curling around her legs, making a picture of total submission. Spike grinned down at the sexy colliegirl, then gripped her collar, turning her toward where I lay on my side, feeling my whole body flushed with afterglow and eagerness.

“Attend to my mate, Benny,” he growled softly, and Benny eagerly crawled over to comply, thrusting her muzzle between my legs, both of us lying on our sides now, all the better to watch the show. On the other side of the little circle that had formed, all the males there gathering in close, strong paws stroking smooth, naked skin, hot breath steaming the tight young cunnies of the eagerly-presented teens, was Red and Bird, with Red now holding Bird face down, lying on top of the sexy human femme, working one hand between the blonde’s thighs, making Bird writhe, her face a mask of pleasured tension, even as she held one of Bird’s wrists behind her back with the other black-furred hand, whispering soft words in Bird’s ears that were clearly driving the human teen almost as wild as watching her hot, sexy friends about to be gangbanged by six just-as-sexy, nearly feral males.

Giving a short cry as she felt Spike’s large, powerful paw close on her bare bottom, I could tell Shania almost came again just from that contact. Spike easily spread her open with that one hand, the other lifting the maidenblade, carefully easing it between her inner lips, pressing it against the barrier that was the visible sign of Shania’s virginity. All five of the other males pressed in close, the canimorphs drooling openlyas they watched, eagerly awaiting that moment…and then there was a soft click as the blade flicked out, fast and smooth, and then snapped back into place, leaving no trace of Shania’s maidenhead behind. In a heartbeat, as Spike drew back, Slade straddled Shania’s lower back as he faced towards her rear, reaching down to grab her bottom, spreading it wide, his tongue lashing over her juicy little cunny, dipping inward to taste her depths, before pulling back and up, teasing against her tightly-puckered anus, and then slowly pressing in with steadily-increasing force. Molotov’s huge, broad tongue soon engulfed Shania’s cunny with each long, slow lick, while Thunder nibbled on her clitoris with those deliciously dexterous lips of his. Gregor and Dallas took turns plunging their tongues into Shania during the brief pause between Molotov’s greedy cunnilingus, and under such an assault, it was only a matter of moments before Shania was hugging the pillow beneath her in a deathgrip, biting down on it to keep from wailing like a banshee.

Leaning a little more to one side, I could see the expressions of the three teens, the sight of their faces as arousing as everything else. Shania’s face was tense with rising orgasms, the expression nearly one of pain, she was so intensely aroused right then. To her right, Rachael was looking at her friend’s face with wide, eager eyes, her whole body wriggling on the pillows as she waited impatiently for her turn, her expression at once happy for her friend, and barely restraining her own desire to have similar attention paid to her. Brandy’s expression was the most complicated, and the most precious. The auburn-haired teen was breathing hard, her cheeks heavily flushed as she listened to the muffled, high-pitched noises Shania was making into her tightly-clutched pillow, her whole body almost radiant with arousal and post-orgasmic afterglow after the rough orgasms the vengeful Gregor had inflicted upon her. What made her expression precious, however, was the obvious trepidation she still had, her understandable fear at taking that final great leap into the unknown world that waited past the point of lost virginity. Brandy’s eyes widened suddenly as she felt Spike’s hands grip and then lovingly caress her upraised bottom, and she couldn’t hold back a soft whimper as he drew one hand back to take up the maidenblade once again, the other squeezing her tushie firmly, reassuringly. As he parted her inner lips with his thumb, then gently slipped the maidenblade between them, its short lancet’s length warmed by his hand so as to give her the least amount of shock on contact, Brandy visibly tensed, biting her lower lip in anticipation of whatever was about to happen, even as she hugged her arms to her chest. Almost before she knew what had happened, however, there was another soft click, and just like that, she no longer had her hymen. Brandy’s face was absolutely adorable in that moment, so confused, so relieved, and so disappointed, as though she was about to say “That’s it?” Yes, that was it – morphs can’t stand the scent of pain, as it immediately kills any sort of sexual desire, and so it was only natural that we’d invent and extensively use the maidenblade, given how many eager virgin morphs were out there still, waiting for their turn with a more experienced lover to show them the joys of mating. Then Brandy’s mouth turned into a wide “O” as her head arched upward, her eyes closing shut as Spike leaned in and began to lap at her delicate pink parts until all thoughts of pain were as distant as a long-forgotten night terror, vanished with the light of morning.

I reached down then and grabbed Benny’s wagging tail as she serviced me, pulling her hind end around to my front so I could bury my muzzle in her cunny as well, spreading her white-furred outer labia to better squeeze my tongue into her, spreading her legs wide so that I could keep getting an excellent view of the action. On the other side, I could see Red lying on her side, her legs splayed as she squeezed her cunny against Bird’s, the two femmes, smooth-skinned and red-and-white-furred, grinding against each other in passionate tribadism, Red still whispering naughty somethings to Bird, the exact words lost in the passionate, animal noises coming from the middle of the room. In the middle of the circle, Spike’s body language instantly alerted the other males that it was time – time for mounting! – and they began to pull back their muzzles, large hands keeping up contact with smooth, supple skin, making each of the three girls squirm in eager anticipation, juices running down each of their inner thighs and dripping onto the pillows beneath. Now the primal, instinctive hungers of the pack would be sated.

White-furred paws closing on her uplifted brown-skinned bottom, Shania started up slightly, looking over her shoulder at Spike as he settled onto his knees behind her. She only got a glimpse of him rubbing his cock between the twin globes of her bum before she felt Slade’s hand on her head, turning her to face forward once more, her eyes almost comically wide, the whites clearly visible against the dark tone of her skin, as she looked down the barrel of the heavy, thick dingocock he was presenting to her, his other hand stroking his hard, pink-red length. Whatever she might have been about to do became a moot point as Spike shifted his hips back slightly, letting the tip of his cock drop downward, before he thrust forward once more, his swollen glans finding the gates of Shania’s cunny, and then squeezing slowly, unstoppably forward. Instantly Shania’s mouth opened wide to give a loud cry as her virginity was truly taken, only to have that cry cut off as Slade thrust his hips forward, holding her head steady with one hand while he stroked her upper back with the other, growling out soft words of encouragement as Shania started to go into a pleasure-drunk autopilot, letting each of Spike’s firm thrusts push her forward, taking Slade’s cock into her mouth as she visibly worked her mouth around that meaty Aussie prick, before my mate would pull back, taking Shania with him all the way to Slade’s tip.

Rachael was squirming desperately in anticipation as Molotov and Dallas mounted her, behind and front, and as the handsome German Shepherd offered her his cock, not forcing it on her at all, nowhere as rough as Slade had been with Shania, Rachael greedily plunged her mouth down on Dallas’ bright red cock, her bottom wiggling almost uncontrollably, like the tail of a hyperactive puppy, as she started to do all the work with an eager will, making the handsome shep link his hands behind his back as the front of his muzzle made a rounded “o” of swiftly-rising pleasure. Then Molotov sidled forward, grabbing Rachael’s smooth, pearl-pink bottom quite firmly in his absolutely immense hands, the fingers digging deeply into Rachael’s skin as he held her still despite all her overeager squirming. Holding the smooth girl steady, Molotov set his jaw in determination before he tensed his belly and rear, and thrust forward, straight as an arrow, into Rachael’s clinging depths. Immediately the carrot-topped teen squealed around Dallas’ smooth male meat, her whole body shuddering as the big rottie started to hump her as fast as he could, considering the exquisite tightness he had to fight against with each thrust of his hips slapping against Rachael’s smooth pink bottom. It was pretty obvious from Rachael’s noises, to say nothing of her expression, that she was already cumming, again and again and again, too turned-on from all the anticipation for this moment to hold herself back or to stop now that she had started.

The movements of Gregor were fluid, and terrifyingly graceful as he slid up behind Brandy, gripped her upthrust bottom in both hands, and smoothly slid his light pink penis into her tense cunny. There was no hesitation for him, no moment of mental preparation. Just one moment, Brandy’s cunny was empty, the next, it was very full, and Gregor was thrusting his hips, taking his time with a lusty and almost disgustingly smug grin, silently exulting in sweet, sweet revenge on the one who’d flirted and teased him for so long, and who was now on the receiving end of his proud tigercock, its rubbery barbs rasping the auburn-haired hottie’s insides in ways that had to be experienced to be properly understood (an experience I knew well, and would never, ever forget – catmorphs have wonderful cocks!), making Brandy’s whole body tense up, especially her bottom every time Gregor’s hips impacted her bum, in anticipation of the rush of intense, pleasure-filled sensation that would come the moment he started to pull back. I couldn’t resist: I had to lift my head from eating out Benny just enough to crane my neck, getting a view of Brandy from above, or as close to it as possible. Her nicely-muscled bottom, well-suited for playing basketball (which I understood was her sport, since I like to keep up on the local sports scene), was an almost perfect heart shape, with clearly-defined dimples of Venus, which became even more clearly-defined every time she clenched down on Gregor’s thrusting manstaff.

Speaking of manstaves…oh wow. Brandy’s reaction to Thunder’s penis was about the same as my own, actually, as the huge Clydesdale held his stiff erection in one hand, stroking it nice and slow as he presented it to the auburn-haired teen, letting her get a good, long look at its smooth, velvet-soft length. Thunder’s penis was astonishingly humanlike, even moreso than most morphs, who didn’t tend to vary that much in overall shape from the human norm. Where other morphs would have individual variations, though, like the slight faux-knot at the base of a canomorph’s penis to hold their cum in place, or the French tickler-like rubbery barbs on a felimorph’s cock around the base of the glans and the base of the cock itself, an equimorph’s cock was almost completely humanlike, save for a slightly flatter glans…it was just big! Oh, and the coloration – many equimorphs, like Thunder (but unlike Montenegro, my other major equimorph experience, who was pure, glistening black everywhere) had cocks that were parti-colored. In Thunder’s case, this meant that the base of his cock was the same bay color as most of his coat, but about a third of the way up, it turned to an especially appetizing candy pink color, which was also the color of his flared cockhead. Brandy, already drunk on pleasure, like all the human girls there, might have balked at such an absolutely immense penis presented to her lips, fearful that it might choke or hurt her. But, as I said, she was drunk on pleasure, and only saw an absolutely gorgeous-looking penis (for Thunder’s penis, like that of many stallion equimorphs, was actually very attractive – statuesque, if I had to pick a good descriptor) with its tip glistening in precum…and immediately stretched her mouth as wide as she could before wrapping her lips around that big ol’ horsedong, her eyes quickly growing heavy-lidded as she found it hard to breathe around such an immense penis, pumping her head forward and back as fast as she could, while the lack of air just enhanced her pleasure to new, desperate heights. Thunder, unlike Gregor, wasn’t the sort to want revenge, even as bad as Brandy had been to him as well out on the field, and so he let her pick the pace, his expression so mild and gentle as he linked his hands behind his head, just watching her go to work on that big, beautiful horsecock of his.

That moment…that single, perfect, exquisite moment in time…it’s beyond me to really describe it, but I’ll try. Three gorgeous, sexy male rumps, two with docked tails to expose everything beneath them, their heavy balls, white-furred and tan, swinging ponderously forward and back, and one rump with stripes that just accentuated the supple feline curves, all of them thrusting forward then pulling back, each forward thrust followed by a slap of flesh-on-flesh as the gorgeous, girlish bottom in front of each male deformed from the impact. Each of these slaps was immediately followed by an erotic sound from the girl in question, one of a number of adorable and sexy noises female humans make in the throes of ecstasy, noises to which I had only recently started to become accustomed, and yet which I already knew would consume me with eagerness to hear them even more, an addiction that couldn’t be fully sated. Those noises grew even louder when the black-striped male’s bottom drew back, the backwards-pointing barbs on his cock stroking at the same time against both A- and G-spots within his cherry-popping partner’s deepest depths, sending her into paroxysms of pleasure. At the same time this was happening, the faces and rippling abdomens and thrusting hips of the three males in front of the three girls were also clearly visible, expressions of calm bliss, lusty domination, and astonished arousal on their faces, respectively. Magnify that moment by a thousandfold, as powerful hips plowed forward and back at speeds varied to the needs of the girl sandwiched between the males in question, and the individual temperaments of the males doing the thrusting, and then fill your mind’s eye with the sounds, with the smells…it was too much to be borne, and as the bared-fang snarls and deep, lusty grunts and adorable moans and squeals of the participants in the orgy before me filled my ears, signaling each male’s climax in turn, some in unison, others out of synch, my own vision blurred as Benny’s tongue caressed my cervix, and I buried my face in her muff until she yelped in orgasm, just to cover up my own high-pitched, yipping howl, which Spike has always told me is adorable to hear, and which always makes me so very, very embarrassed – I just can’t help myself!

*

Okay, this is way, way beyond damage control. I keep telling myself I’m a good dog, but…then I look down at Rachael’s adoring eyes, her cheeks puffed out as she lets my cum linger in her mouth before she visibly swallows it, at least for as long as she can, before it becomes too much, my cum too pent up from all the anticipation of this moment for her to handle it all, and it splatters onto her face as she lets it pop free, bobbing in the air before her, her eyes closing as her expression becomes one of wanton bliss. Faces are such a turn-on for me, and always have been, and watching Rachael’s face as Molotov’s too-copious cum spurts down her legs as he fills her up to the brim, before pulling out at the last moment, just in time to paint her smooth pink tushie with streaks of cum…I can’t hold back the shudder that races through my body.

Looking over, I see Spike pulling free of Shania, his cockhead dripping the remnants of his orgasm, his length glistening with her juices and his own. As a trained breeder, he’s not as messy as Molotov, not unless he means to be, and this time he wanted to make sure and seed that hot teen’s womb quite thoroughly, wasting not a drop. He’s likely gotten the girl pregnant, and she knows it, and even if he hasn’t, then one of us surely will, and yet her expression…there’s no guilt there, no regret, and no shame, even as the cute, small-breasted teen strokes her tongue over the swollen glans of Slade’s erection, making sure to get it nice and squeaky clean, her glasses reflecting Slade’s proud face as he looks down at the thoroughly-pleasured girl on all-fours before him, as though it were him that had put the post-orgasmic flush in her cheeks. And Brandy…well, Brandy’s been cumming almost nonstop since Girl first started to eat her out, her eyes almost vacant, she’s so drunk on pleasure now, even as she keeps pumping her head back and forth on Thunder’s pride, trying to coax out his cum even as the big stud just smiles down at her, then pulls his cock back with a soft ‘pop’ of her lips, almost at the same time Gregor’s catcock slapped against his belly as he pulled back, the stallion’s orgasm still unexpended.

It was Thunder who decided the direction our lovechain would take, crawling forward on all-fours around to Brandy’s cum-dripping cunny, his rigid erection tapping his stomach with each movement. Spike took the cue a little faster than Gregor as he sidled over slightly, giving Rachael’s upraised and cum-painted bottom a slap that made her squeal in delight, before grabbing her tushie firmly and thrusting inside of her with a will, holding nothing back, not even trying to be gentle with the needy little redhead as she greedily latched onto Molotov’s big brown-skinned erection and started to bob her head hard and fast. And hard and fast was how Slade started to take Brandy’s mouth, almost choking the poor girl several times in his eagerness, now that he’d worked himself back up to full arousal once more, his orgasm inside of Girl just enough to take the edge off his eagerness when making Shania fellate him, something important for a male if he’s worried that he won’t be gentle enough with a lover, and the reason we male morphs really need to have at least two females around, one with a larger, more breedworthy body, like Girl’s or Benny’s, to make sure that we don’t hurt any other females we might take as lovers.

Speaking of Shania, she looked up at me with those heavy-lidded eyes as I moved in front of her, smiling at me reassuringly – I must have looked as much like the bad dog I felt I was being, doing this with human femmes, my expression unable to conceal either my guilt or my concern about hurting the cute little teen in front of me – even as she wriggled her bottom back into Gregor’s large, pink-padded hands as he stroked her supple, bouncy flesh beneath his fingers, rolling each cheek for a moment, almost contemplatively, his lips curling back in a primitive flehmen before slowly thrusting his hips forward, taking his time now that he’d worked off his first orgasm, letting the barbs that covered the fore and aft parts of his uncircumcised-appearing light pink cock tickle Shania’s insides in ways that I knew from firsthand experience could be so very intense, and me just a male, without a femme’s inherent capacity for nearly unlimited erotic enjoyment. Shania’s moan was as slow as Gregor’s first thrust, until his hips lightly slapped her bare black bottom, before her eyes turned up to my face, one of her hands wrapping around my rigid erection.

“So sexy,” she breathed over the plump, cumslick glans of my willy, before giving its tip a lick, like she was eating an ice cream cone. “Mmm,” she moaned as she looked up at me, smiling to show me how much she enjoyed the taste. The initial passion turned to post-orgasmic contemplation, Shania took her time, letting Gregor’s nearly meditative pace guide her own more relaxed actions as she gradually recovered from the raw, primal intensity of being mated between Spike and Slade’s hammer-and-anvil way of making love. Her hands caressed my dark pink length up and then down as she turned her head to one side and then the other, inspecting it, taking it all in, obviously enjoying the weight and heft of a male’s penis in her hands and against her cheeks as she nuzzled it almost like an affectionate cat.

The moment was suddenly broken as Thunder gave a loud grunting whinny, the sound at once human and equine, a unique noise of raw, primal passion that belonged to equimorph stallions alone. All our eyes turned as Brandy’s own muffled wail of forced orgasms was audible around Slade’s rapidly-pumping dark red erection that was plugging her pretty mouth as he gripped her ponytail tightly, dominantly, that simple act of holding and tugging on her hair like it was the reins of a spirited filly enough to drive Brandy wild, something every morph in the room could clearly smell. After the warmup Brandy had given him, Thunder was right on the edge himself, and once Slade put his virile enthusiasm to work, it was only a matter of time before Thunder’s hips were slapping Brandy’s buns, making them bounce, his balls slapping her inner thighs as he let the primal instinct of the rut take over his mind, even as his immense hands seized Brandy’s breasts, engulfing them, fingers squeezing and twisting her nipples until they stood out like thumbtacks, her whole body bathed in a sheen of sweat as her entire world reeled with pleasure so intense it was almost pain.

With the bestial sounds of Brandy being horsecocked filling the room, none of us could resist the raw, primal energy those two males’ enthusiasm stirred in all of us. After a long moment watching the show, Shania turned her dark eyes up toward my face, her mouth open wide in awe.

“Wow,” she whispered…then engulfed my cock in her mouth, moaning loudly as she started to push forward against me, trying to take as much of my shaft as possible each time, while at the same time she pulled back thrusting back against Gregor’s hips, spurring him onward, to steadily higher levels of eager pleasure. As soon as Gregor started to let loose once more, his lips curling back to show his bared, tight-clenched tigerteeth, it was only moments before Shania was squealing around my cock, her whole body visibly flushing with renewed orgasms as she actively choked herself on my cock again and again, her throat squeezing down around me so very tightly…until it was too much, and I couldn’t hold back the bark that signaled my orgasm, my hips jerking of their own accord as I was overwhelmed with raw sensation, feeling Shania’s hands grabbing my butt right on that extra-sensitive spot right beneath my tail, pulling herself forward, greedy to swallow every last drop. As I felt my balls being drained, I heard Thunder’s own orgasmic whinny, my eyes opening to slits, just enough to see the almost impossible splash of his cum as, still buried to the hilt in Brandy’s quim, his copious burst of thick, potent stallioncum was still forceful enough to spurt out over her back and give a cream glaze to her gorgeous, heart-shaped buns.

It was too much for me as I shifted over, taking my turn with Brandy’s mouth, and too much for her as well as she immediately popped her lips around my cock and started to suck, her cheeks hollowing out in her eagerness as I began thrusting my hips, taking an active role now in my lust-induced daze. She wasn’t the only eager one, as I could see through the red haze of instinct that distorted my vision: Slade was almost going crazy as he grabbed her ponytail again, this time from behind, and half-crouched over her, using his other hand to guide himself into position…this time at the tense, tight, virgin rosebud of Brandy’s anus. Snarling out an expletive I couldn’t quite hear, but whose meaning I could understand from his tone as he pushed himself forward and down, the ruddy-furred dingo, a confirmed anal fiend if ever there was one, slipped his now-free hand around to begin rubbing Brandy’s clitty, even as his spit-slick cock bent slightly at the intense tightness of Brandy’s still-clenching bottom, caught in the aftermath of her most recent round of orgasms…then, suddenly, straightened as he popped past her cream-coated buns and into her depths, which I knew had to be exquisitely hot and tight just from looking at the way Brandy’s glutes started to clench, the muscles almost fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird with activity, and at Slade’s big, tension-tightened, pearly-white-exposing grin. The poor girl’s squeal around my cock as she was sodomized sent a truly bad thrill through me, which had to be at least as dirty-feeling as her own orgasm, as her tense anal sphincter bore down again and again on the thick intruder filling her up from behind in that most unnatural and most forbidden, dirty place. Perhaps she would have pulled her mouth off my cock to voice her protests, but Slade’s hand stayed gripping her ponytail, and soon the auburn-haired teen’s head was thrusting forward and back, her hands stroking and then gripping the softer fur of my inner thighs as she obediently serviced me, visibly submitting to her fate as she looked up at me with eyes that simply shone with her eagerness to please her master…and she was looking at me with those eyes. My mind reeled at this realization, and I couldn’t hold back as the intense feeling of power this brought felt as though it rushed straight to my balls, and then tingled its way up my cock, before I reached down, cupping her throat and chin as I started to cum, watching as Brandy kept looking up at me with those worshipful eyes, even as I felt her throat pulsing beneath my fingertips as she swallowed every last drop, as though to show her total and abject obedience to me, her master.

As I was starting to cool down from my most recent orgasm, just letting Brandy keep me hard while Slade pounded her sexy butt good and hard and fast, I took a moment to look around me, to take in what was going on with Shania and Rachael. After his savagery with Brandy, it was probably a very lucky thing that Thunder had calmed down before he squeezed that huge dong of his into Shania: he was only half-shafting her, taking his time as the lean, lithe black girl gyrated her hips, and somehow I figured that if he hadn’t been so gentle this time, letting Shania set the pace, he might have popped the cute twig of a girl right in half. Of course, Thunder wasn’t the only big guy Shania was handling – it was like “Clash of the Titans” all over again, this time with a creamy filling! – as Molotov similarly claimed her mouth, taking his time, letting her do most of the work as she whined cutely around his cock with her high-pitched voice, her glasses making her eyes look even bigger as she looked up at the solidly-muscled rottie, one of her hands stroking the bottom half of his cock while the other caressed his balls, before she accidentally stoked her fingers against that sweet spot right in a guy’s perineum. A smart girl, really, Shania’s eyes widened slightly as she watched Molotov’s reaction to that touch, his abs tensing into firm definition, his hips arching outward as his dock-tailed butt clenched, and soon she was working her fingers into that spot more firmly, heedlessly coaxing Molotov to start thrusting harder, faster, his motions coaxing Shania to thrust back at Thunder just as hard, before both males were half-standing, massive hands holding Shania tightly between them as they began to thrust, spitroasting the squirming, squealing little teen in earnest, shafting her without mercy until their cum bubbled up from their heavy balls, gushing down her thighs and leaking heavily down her chin as they filled her up right to the brim and beyond.

Looking over to Rachael at the last, just as Slade was pulling out of Brandy’s bottom, making sure to “mark” her with a copious final spurt right on her well-stretched bung, I saw the carrot-topped teen pumping Spike hard with one hand, the other supporting her own weight as she rested it on the ground, her face turned upward, mouth open and smiling as she worked him to a heavy orgasm, and Gregor behind her as well with her rapidly-grinding tushie, before she pulled forward slightly, letting his cock pop free. As both males orgasmed, morphcream coating Rachael’s face and back, I realized that this was what the carrot-topped teen wanted: she was getting addicted to the feel of cum not just inside of her, but on her skin as well, and as I worked my nostrils, I could smell her own orgasm, just from this act of getting wet and messy.

Now I was behind the girls, and it was my turn to seed each of them, and more, to breed Shania, giving my sperm its chance at her waiting egg, Russian roulette-style. But first…Brandy. Molotov looked at me as he and Thunder finished gently setting Shania down, letting her pant desperately for breath in the moments of rest she was allowed, the pillows under her settling firmly onto the floor beneath as she let her weight settle on them fully, breathing hard, her smooth black body shining with a sheen of pleasuresweat and cum, much of it from Thunder on her lower half and Molotov on her upper. Molotov and I then both looked down at Brandy, her lightly-tanned body similarly glistening with the sweat and cum of her erotic exertions, then back at each other as we shared the same silent thought: if we persisted, we were going to wear these girls out completely. Was that what we really wanted? Would we hurt them in the process? There are big guys who use their size to bully others around, and then there are big guys who, aware of their size, do their best to treat the rest of the world as though it were made of eggshells and filled with people who need their protection. Molotov (and Thunder as well, for that matter) was normally one of the latter, a big, decent, friendly sort of guy who’d never hurt anybody if he didn’t have to so as to protect himself or a friend. Spike took him in for part-time work around the junkyard, and I knew he also did stints with a local morph-run construction company that was almost constantly renovating morphtown, but he was nothing like the stereotype for a junkyard dog or a construction worker…well, aside from being big and kind of scary-looking until you got to know him better, that is. Molotov, for all his former eagerness, his pent-up passion let loose in the preceding minutes (my goodness, we’d been at this for over two hours already…), was still keenly aware of that boundary between pleasure and pain, when things just got to be too much.

It was Brandy herself that made our decision for us, as, breathing deeply, so obviously tired, and yet so obviously wanting to keep going, her cheeks so deeply flushed as she rose once more to all-fours, arching her back so as to thrust her bottom out toward me, while opening her mouth, extending her tongue.

“Please,” she moaned softly, her eyes almost closed. “Please…don’t stop.”

That was all it took, those simple words, to coax Shania from her state of near-total exhaustion, to get her to rise slightly as well, though she still let most of her weight lean on the pillows and cushions. I half-smirked, not able to help myself, as I saw her expression when Slade stepped in, seizing her bottom firmly in one hand while the other slotted his cock into place – once more, right at the pucker of a girl’s backdoor. Would Slade never get tired of buttstuffing sexy girls? No, no, I suppose that dirty Aussie never would, and I only barely repressed a chuckle to go with the smirk at Shania’s half-worried, half-discomfited look as the pressure slowly, steadily increased…until ‘pop,’ and she was wriggling like a fish on a hook as Slade squeezed that big dingodong of his into her formerly-virgin bottom, crying out “oh! Oh! OH!” again and again as that ruddy-furred male took his time, savoring the way her tushie spasmed around his shaft. Well, she did, at least until Spike muffled her moans with his own proud albino pale penis, her former tiredness forgotten at the new and not-completely-unpleasant sensation of her first taste of anal sex. Not far off, I saw Rachael, her sexual energy seemingly undimmed in the least despite the flush of her cheeks and her own sweat-slick pink skin as she greedily tasted herself on Gregor’s barbed cock, running her tongue over the hot tiger’s uniquely-textured shaft as though it were an especially tasty candy treat, before suddenly giving a loud, eager squeal as Thunder’s immense cock plugged her fur-framed pussy, stretching her open even wider than Molotov’s brown shaft had done, and even deeper, though Thunder did have the sense of care not to go any deeper than the pink parts of his penis.

I couldn’t hold back, not with such a needy femme before me, begging me for my sperm like a good, well-trained puppygirl. My hands gripped Brandy’s outthrust tushie, fingers stroking the clearly-defined curves of her smoothly-rounded, heart-shaped bottom, before I slowly squeezed myself into her, taking my time, the act of mating now almost…meditative, an exercise in experiencing pleasure for its own sake while sharing it with another, rather than any savage act of raw, brutal mating. Molotov picked up on my mood, his own thrusting hips moving nice and slow, giving Brandy plenty of time to savor each sensation, to just revel in the thrill of the orgy, and to experience vicariously through sight and sound and scent what her friends were experiencing just by her side, becoming a part of the orgy itself, part of a greater whole as she let her individuality – her selfishness – go in exchange for a state of near-perfectly shared bliss. This is what it truly meant to be pack-banged, to become a part of a larger group for the sake of sharing, rather than greedily hoarding all the pleasure for yourself. Brandy had already sensed this, though I didn’t know if she could articulate it, and I got the feeling that Bird was really close to getting it herself as I glanced over, seeing her surrounded by the morph femmes in a sexy cuddlepile which had apparently formed as the four femmes gathered together after their individual play came to an end, though I couldn’t see all the details from where I was, on the side of the orgy opposite from them. Rachael hadn’t gotten it yet, not quite, too caught up in the pleasure she was feeling to really experience that of others yet, and Shania was still a little too unsure of herself to finally give in and join the pack completely, though they both were still part of the greater whole in part, able to begin touching on that much greater world of pleasure that awaited them through the joy of submission, of belonging, a joy that every canomorph understands instinctively, and desires more than anything else. If they didn’t get lost along the way, I felt that they would both learn this joy as well.

It was these deep thoughts that crowded my mind as I bent over Brandy, my grunt of orgasm almost a sigh in her ear as I filled her belly with my load of cum. Her eyes closed peacefully, her inner walls tensing in pleasure but not quite orgasm around my shaft, while her throat visibly worked as she swallowed Molotov’s still-significant ejaculation. I gripped her bottom a little more firmly as I jerked myself out, my cock slapping my belly as I did so, and then grinned as I gave her tushie a reassuring squeeze and sidled to the side, making way for Molotov as he crawled around to give Brandy another dose of potent rottie-sperm, this time right in her well-creamed cunny.

“Nice and rough, Molotov, Spike,” I murmured in both Brandy’s ear and Molotov’s and Spike’s as well as he got into position in front of the nearly spent girl. “Push Brandy to her limits…and a little bit over.”

Those words made Brandy’s whole body start to tremble with nervous, needy energy, all the remaining reserves of her pleasure-exhausted frame mustering up for a final, explosive burst. She wasn’t disappointed, as Molotov and Spike, fore and aft, bared their sharp teeth and seized her tightly, the pit bull’s fingers looping into her longish hair, one gripping the base of her ponytail firmly, dominantly, that simple action enough to make Brandy start to orgasm with a soft, breathy gasp. That softer orgasm soon extended, growing into a series of them as Molotov slowly-yet-brutally plowed into Brandy’s cunny, his hips slapping her shapely bottom with the raw intensity of his motions more than their speed. Brandy was too worn-out right then to make any noise, save for the loud, wet slurping as she obediently serviced Spike’s cock, looking up at him with eyes that bespoke utter, total worship: she was his permanent and completely willing slave now, and they both knew it, Spike acknowledging his new position as Brandy’s master by pushing his hips forward, holding her head steady with his grip on her ponytail, making her deepthroat him right to the point where tears were starting to leak from Brandy’s eyes before he pulled back to let her breathe. And all the while, Molotov was pounding Brandy’s buns with all the intensity of a Mack truck…making a lot of the same noises, too, with all his bestial growling and grunting as he made Brandy’s breasts bounce.

On the other side of me, Rachael was already squealing loudly as Slade, grinning like a mad dog, started to hammer her smooth, bouncy bottom with all his might, holding nothing back as he made Rachael’s smaller breasts jiggle cutely as her raspberry-colored anus was split nice and wide on that thick dingocock. Rachael’s squeals, of course, were muffled around the absolutely immense horsecock in her mouth, as she squeezed her eyes tightly shut, and seemed absolutely determined to take every last inch of Thunder’s huge horsecock, even if it killed her. Thunder, for his part, was content to fold his arms behind his head and just watch with a pleased, relaxed smile as Rachael greedily choked herself again and again on that big ol’ penis of his, every time getting just a little closer to his immense, dangling sac.

As for me…it was time. Shania whimpered softly as I rubbed my glans, leaking cum from my last several orgasms and slick with the juices of her auburn-haired friend on the left, against the folds of her cunny, dipping into them time and again, each time feeling her inner walls ripple and clench, trying to grip me, to hold me and not let me go. There was something here, something important, and I could sense it, and somehow I knew Shania could also: I was about to become a father. More than that, I was about to be the one to seed a human girl in heat, to quench the desperate inner furnace of one of the master race. What would our child be like? What did this mean for me, personally? Could I even still be a Good Dog when I put my penis in a human girl, knowing that I’d be the one to pop a puppy in her belly? I didn’t know, and I didn’t know if I’d ever know, but I didn’t let it hold me back as Shania, energized from her recent round of anal sex, squeezed her legs together just as I started to push my cock forward, making sure that her inner walls were extra-tight around my hard shaft, even as, in front of her, Gregor caressed Shania’s head and back like he was stroking a cat, growling soft encouragements as she happily bobbed her head, servicing him.

Then my vision narrowed down, focusing on that single, solitary point as I watched my cock thrusting forward and back, watched how Shania’s inner walls clung to me each way, how her smooth black bottom bounced with each impact of my hips against her presented tushie, the sound of our slapping flesh filling my senses almost as loudly as the rush of blood in my ears. A human female in heat…young, ripe, willing, eager…and she was mine! It was a heady thought, powerful beyond imagining, something I’d only touched upon when I’d shared Rachael with Spike. No, Rachael had almost certainly been pregnant with Spike’s puppy at that time, of that I was certain. But Shania…rrrr! I watched her anal pucker tensing, gripping down at then relaxing just a little before it clenched down all the more, fluttering like the vulva of a mare in heat, greedy for a stallion’s sperm. Well, Thunder was the stallion here, but I didn’t think he’d gotten Shania pregnant. No…that was going to be me. I was sure of it, the absolute certainty gripping me utterly as I ran my tongue over Shania’s sweat-slick back, tasting her salty skin, my fingers deftly mauling her sensitive little breasts until she was forced to let Gregor’s cock pop from her mouth to give a loud girlish squeal of orgasm, which she only barely managed to muffle halfway through by gulping down Gregor’s cock all the way to the balls. I was vaguely aware of softly snarling words into Shania’s ear in my passion, telling her how I was going to be the daddy of her puppy; how she’d be so sexy when she was pregnant; how she’d make such a good pet, serving the needs of the pack; how we’d all make sure she was happy forever and ever; and similar forbidden obscenities, words that I knew no Good Dog would ever say to a fertile human girl, especially not when he was just about to…ah! Ah! AAAH!

I’d never had a more intense orgasm in my life as that moment, squirting almost directly into Shania’s fertile womb, knowing that as I did so, I was laying claim to her belly for the next several months, laying claim to her in a way that was more total and complete than anything a human could ever completely understand. Somehow, though, I knew that, at that moment Shania was as close as she could ever be, and her own soft moan around Gregor’s spurting cock was so quiet not because she wasn’t feeling much, but because she was feeling so much that no sounds could properly convey it.

Even we morphmales were starting to get a little tired at the end of our circle, and the three poor teens were visibly exhausted. That final round, as I slid beneath Rachael, bouncing her slowly up and down on my hips, doing most of the work for her as even her energy was almost spent, while Slade had her lick his cock clean, was a more gentle cooldown, almost a cuddle session in some cases, like how Molotov was handling Shania so gently, not even getting half his shaft into her, while Spike and Gregor lovingly caressed Brandy’s body, wiping away her cooling sweat as they gently rolled her on her side while they stayed kneeling, taking her from both ends in that far more relaxed position, before they both bent, showing typical morph flexibility, and started to lick her body clean, making the auburn-haired cutie giggle tiredly, too worn out to do much more. Thunder didn’t even press the issue of getting a last orgasm in, putting him ahead of the rest of us in decency, just letting Shania do what she could as she wavered on the verge of total exhaustion, before, finally, the black teen’s eyes closed, and she put in that last, powerful bit of force, using both hands to pump Thunder with a will, not letting him back away unsatisfied after all, until the big Clydesdale gave a loud, surprised groan of pleasure, his hands clenching by his sides as he copiously painted Shania’s glasses with a final heaping load of horsecum.

The orgy winding down, at least for the three human teens in the middle of the circle of pillows, we male morphs gently tucked them into the makeshift bed, Spike going with Benny to get some blankets, while the rest of us tenderly cuddled with the worn-out girls, letting our bodies warm and relax them into a much-needed afternoon nap. It was as Spike and Benny returned with the blankets that we all turned our attention to the morphfemmes kneeling nearby, Benny rejoining Girl and Red as they stroked their hands down Bird’s sexy, naked body, and Benny cupped the hot blonde’s good-sized breasts.

“I’ve had my turn with Bird, hons,” Red said with a chicken-eating grin. “We had a nice, long talk. Now I think it’s time that Bird got her turn with you guys. You up to it?”

Bird looked up at the six of us as we slowly rose and gathered around her as she knelt there, breathing hard from multiple girl-induced orgasms, her scent telling us all that she was now more than ready for the sort of orgasms that only come from having sex with a male. Surrounding her, forming a tight circle, not one of our cocks was soft as we presented ourselves to Bird, letting her reach up and pick two cocks at random (Spike and Gregor’s, as it turned out), while deliberately bending to lick Molotov’s cockhead, swirling her tongue around the tip as she looked up at him with her worshipful blue eyes.

“Sorry I teased you so bad out there on the field, Molotov,” she said in an “I’ve been a bad girl” voice. “Is there something I can do to make it up to you?”

“Da, comrade,” answered Molotov with a big grin, before glancing around at the rest of us and giving a single nod. Licking our chops eagerly, we all closed in on the wide-eyed human girl, and before too long, the room was filled once more with the sound of eagerly-slurping tongues and the slapping of skin-on-fur as not only us males, but Girl, Red, and Benny also joined in on making sure Bird knew she was very much a part of our pack now.