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At the well-to-do house on top of the hill, the wailing of an electric guitar shredding a terrific solo spreads through the air. Trisha, dressed only in a loosely tied kimono, pulls open the sliding doors and steps on outside. There, groups of people, all in various states of undress, party, either by chatting it up with plenty of drinks or by finding themselves new partners to try and fucking the day away.

Trisha delicately steps over a few of the fornicators, never losing her grace as she does. The stage set up on the opposite end of the pool hosts live bands, and the first walks off, ready for their own chance to enjoy the other party-goers instead of entertaining them with their jams.

Trisha pulls the sash on her kimono, letting it fall to the ground at her feet, and even then, she continues her steady stride until she approaches the microphone, wrapping her hands around it, and closing her eyes. “Attention swingers!” she calls out, making a quiet come over the party. “Get your faces out of those cocks and pussies and make some noise for the next band! You may have heard of them, but for the first time, they’re coming to our town for a very special performance. Give it up for the one, the only, Thunder F*cks!”

She steps off to the side as the band members make their way up the stage. Of course, fitting with the theme of the party. They dress down, not completely, but giving the audience a slight taste of what to expect. First up on the stage is a well-toned male wolf dressed in a black tank top and jeans. His arms bulge through the blue-gray fur that covers the entirety of his body. He lifts his hands in the signs of the horns and throws his head back, letting out a loud howl through his muzzle.

“My, my,” One of the party-goers, an older lady, says.

“Anthropomorphs? Here, at this party? How scandalous.”

“Oh, but my dear madam mayor,” her partner says, filling her ass with his throbbing cock. “You’re being fucked by the governor!”

The two burst into titters of explosive laughter as she bounces upon him some more. Meanwhile, the fully anthro band get their first set going.

“This is one of our favorites,” the wolf bellows into the mic. “Let your primal animals spirits explode out of you at this excellent party. Just don’t forget to have some fun!”

“Well said, Bane!” Trisha says, clapping her hands together. Though, she leans in and whispers into his ear. It twitches as the wolf listens, a toothy grin spreading on his muzzle.

“Most excellent,” he says. “I’m sure Fi would love it, too! But before we do that, let’s rock!” He screams once more into the mic, starting the song up in earnest.

Trisha grabs her kimono as she walks off of the stage, giving the four band members a final glance before she hops off to the grassy yard once more. What better way to get her best friend into a real lustful animal than by making her have some fun with some literal party animals? Oh yes, the first time with some anthros is a special time, indeed. “Dawn,” she thinks to herself, “If you escape this encounter the same woman you entered this party as, then you’re a lost cause. By the time they’re through with you, you’ll be begging for me to have my way with you. I just know it…”

Meanwhile, inside the house, Trisha’s friend, Dawn, and her husband, Rob, wake up from their emergency nap to the sound of rockin’ tunes. Rob jumps up and runs on over toward the window, his mouth agape. “I don’t believe it!” he gasps. “The Thunder F*cks!? No fuckin’ way!”

Dawn grumbles and pulls herself from the bed, draping her naked body in the sheets. “The what now?” She asks, looking out the window with him.

“They’re like, my favorite band!”

“You’re… a metal head?” she asks.”

“I like to listen to the radio when I head home from work,” he says, with a shrug.

“We’re just learning so much about each other today, aren’t we?” She asks, shaking her head. “Shame about the name. They could probably go big if it weren’t for that.”

“They’re like, suffering for their art, babe,” Rob says, banging his head to the tune.

“They look, well, scary…” she admits, shrinking into his shoulder.

“Nah, they’re actually really chill people… at least that’s what their bios online say.”

“Oh, and I thought you were a casual fan, dear?” Dawn says, rubbing his chest.

“You want me to tell you all of my hobbies, or do you want to rock out?”

She shrugs. “Eh, I’m still a little tired from that four way. We can still listen while you tell me a bit about them, can’t we?”

“Fine, fine,” he sighs. “Let’s see, where to begin…” he taps his chin. “Well, there are four members of the band, Fifi LeFume, Gadget

Hackwrench, Bane, and Chase.”

“I feel like I’ve heard of at least a few of them somewhere before,” Dawn muses.

“Well, Bane and Chase are two lifelong friends. Some would swear they’re brothers, but that can’t be right, because one’s a dog and the other is a cat. But, you might have heard of the other two before.”

“Hm, yeah. I think the one might have been a model or something. That’s a distinctive color on that skunk there. The other one, you know, the mouse? I think she might have fixed my car one time, actually.”

Rob chuckles and hugs her close. “Oh, so my wife got a chance to meet one? I’m jealous, really. It gets me all sorts of riled up.”

“You ready for round two, then?” Dawn asks.

Just then, the door opens up, and standing on the other side is Trisha. She runs a finger along her bottom lip looking at the two. “Well, now, if you just follow me, I found some more people to play with you lovelies.”