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The bedroom was sweltering when Chelsea woke up.

Though it felt like she had been in a coma for years, it was still night outside, and the room was still nearly pitch black. Only a few senses clicked into working order as she was roused from a fitful slumber by a desperate need to get a drink of water.

Immediately she noticed that the stench of sweat and sex in the room was almost overpowering. Idly she wondered how her friends were able to stand it with their more sensitive noses. By no means was it an unpleasant smell, however; if anything, it made her feel weak in the knees and eager for yet another round.

A bitter, tangy taste clung to the inside of her mouth as well; the result of several loads of cum from the three friends she had spent the night playing with. Swirling her tongue around, she couldn’t help but moan as the flavours were stirred on her taste buds, further working her up as she sat up in bed.

Standing up on shaking legs, the human carefully, and very slowly, felt her way along the edge of the bed, using touch and memory to make her way to the bedroom door and stepping out into the hallway beyond.

After the night they had all shared, clothes were the last thing on her mind as she stumbled quietly down the darkened corridor towards the kitchen. She had to keep at least one hand braced against the wall, carefully avoiding the picture frames hanging up along the way.

In the dead of the night, the faucet turning on sounded deafening, and the noise of her gulping down a large glass of water seemed significant enough to shake the house to the foundations. It took a second glass to make her feel properly human again, and she grinned to herself as she realized that what had happened really did happen.

Sloan, Pat, Brad, and her had been friends since early grade school, and to her, what they had shared only a few hours earlier was beyond incredible. She took a moment to thank her lucky stars that she had friends as good as those three.

Kinky friends too, as it turned out.

Even Brad had, at one point, attempted to let Sloan top him. In spite of proper lube and a lot of gentle coaxing, the bull had claimed it was too much and called it off, earning some playful jabs and three distinct kisses to his dick from his friends.

She set the empty glass aside, her eyes adjusted enough to the darkness of the house to start making her way back to the hallway to Brad’s room without needing to feel her way along. Though her legs ached, the girl still had a slight spring in her step at the idea of returning to bed with the guys.

That prospect was put on hold, however, when a bump from Brad’s parents room caught her attention and stopped her in her tracks.

The bull’s parents were away for the weekend, so the noise took her off guard and curiosity took over.

Stepping as quietly as she could to the left side of the hallway, she pressed her ear up against the door to the master bedroom. She could clearly hear grunting and groaning, quiet and rhythmic creaks, and occasional whimpers.

Chelsea recognized some of the noises from their earlier trysts, and in spite of herself, she reached out a hand to grab the door knob. Turning it agonizingly slowly, she freed the door from its latch and pushed it ever-so-slightly open, stifling a gasp and grinning at the sight she saw within.

Illuminated faintly by a night light in the en suite bathroom, she saw Brad sitting up on his knees, completely naked, with his hands gripping Pat’s narrow hips. The cougar was on all fours, his head hanging between his arms as the Bull behind him buried his cock under his raised and thrashing tail.

Not wanting to interrupt their one-on-one time, Chelsea quietly pulled the door closed once more, slowly letting the knob turn to its resting place and stepping away.

She was grinning like an idiot as she tip toed her way back to Brad’s room, interested in seeing what might happen with the wolf all to herself. If he was able to rouse himself from his sleep, at least.

Softly closing the door to the rank bedroom behind her with a click, Chelsea made her way over to the bed, shivering as she saw Sloan laying on his back. What little illumination made it in through the closed blinds was more than enough to see that he had nothing covering him but the corner of a thin white sheet over his thighs. He looked like a pool of shadow against the white of the linens.

Crawling onto the bed on all fours, the girl laid herself down next to the larger canine, turning towards him and pressing herself up against his side. She trailed her fingers up his thickly furred thigh, still entranced at the sensation of fur against her bare skin. His broad chest rose and fell gently with his breathing, almost lulling the human to sleep in spite of the stronger scent of sweat and almost oppressive heat given off by his body.

Her index finger dragged a furrow through the fur of his chest before diving lower, moving slowly between the curves of his abs, around his navel, and digging into the thick overgrown patch of fur running from there down to the base of his sheath. Whether a result of her attentions or because he was having a very pleasant dream, Chelsea found his sheath already plump, growing and twitching as the pointed head of his wonderfully unique cock kissed the open air.

“We’re not gonna leave this room this weekend,” His tired voice startled her, but she didn’t stop her gentle caressing of his package. “Are we?”

“I think we’ll be fine,” She chuckled in return, cupping the wolf’s sack and trying to fit the whole thing into one hand. “I mean, I can still walk at least, and I’m no bitch.”

Her voice was hoarse, a result of both her lack of earlier hydration and the battering of her throat by three different dicks over the course of the night.

“We’ll just have to try harder then,” The canine sat up, rolling over onto Chelsea and grinding his pelvis down against her. “Won’t we?”

“Excuse me, I’m clearly more than the three of you can handle together.” She chuckled with mock indignation.

“Never underestimate horny guys!” He laughed quietly, adjusting his hips and grinding the end of his sheath against the girls already moist pussy. “We can take turns all damn day if we need to!”

“F-fuck that sounds excellent...” Chelsea was already writhing and grinding her body up against the Sloan’s movements. The point of his large cock already pushing deeper into her as he got harder and harder.

She hadn’t been given the chance to appreciate the heat of Sloan’s body before, nor savour the thick pelt that covered him as it pressed her down into the mattress. She dug her fingers into the fur of his chest, scratching his firm pecs and earning an appreciative growl from the canine.

In spite of the extensive work she had gone through that night, the thickest part of his shaft made her gasp and squirm, pushing down against his thrusts until it slid inside her fully in one smooth motion. His damp sheath kissed her pussy, the human arching her back as his cock flexed inside her and gasping as Sloan leaned his head down to drag his tongue up her chest along the crevice between her breasts.

“If... If we go any further,” He panted, his hot breath washing over Chelsea’s throat making her shiver. “I might knot you.”

That hadn’t occurred to the girl, in spite of her fascination with the thick bulb of flesh that had been part of the reason she had found his cock so fascinating and exciting.

“Wh-what happens then?” She asked, her hands taking hold of the shaggy fur around Sloan’s ears, her nails digging deep.

He let out an almost feral growl as his hips slowly pumped back and forth, their pace languid, but unrelenting, forcing her open without remorse even as her brutalized muscles clenched and tried to keep him out.

“Means...” His head hovered just above Chelsea’s face, a shiver running through her body as she noticed for the first time just how dangerous his teeth looked. “Means I’m gonna cum in you.”

His hips drew back slowly, the tip of his shaft remaining inside her, before jumping forward and hilting himself inside her roughly.

“And it’s going to stay in you.” He ignored her startled yelp.

“You’re safe,” She managed to moan a few moments later, using her grip on his ears to guide his muzzle to the front of her throat. “Show me what it’s like...”

A heavy huff filled her ears as Sloan began humping her, the sound swiftly replaced by wet slurps as her soaked pussy was split open by his fat dog cock. Her tits bounced up and down when his pace picked up, her body rocking with each pistoning thrust. Smooth, slender legs wrapped tightly around his furred waist, squeezing him tightly and making it difficult for him to withdraw fully.

Chelsea was sweating again, rapidly climbing to her peak when she realized the rivulets of warm fluid dripping down her neck to the mattress below was Sloan’s saliva. The wolf was drooling over her, some bestial part of him unleashed now that he had her all to himself, and that sent a shock of excitement through her that she never expected. She felt his sharp teeth brush against the nape of her neck more than once as he hunched over her, humping and thrusting into her aching pussy faster and faster.

It took her a moment, entranced at the sensation of ancestral danger telling her to run from one of her closest friends, to realize that Sloan’s knot was knocking at her entrance. Each deep pump forced it into her, becoming more and more noticeable as the seconds and minutes ticked by as it swelled. In no time it stopped simply slipping in and out of her, its growing size preventing the smooth entry in spite of the juices coating and lubricating it.

The momentary pauses threw off the wolf’s formerly steady pace, something his lust addled mind found intensely frustrating as a growl began to fill the room. More power forced his swelling knot into Chelsea, making her gasp loudly when the bulbous orb popped into her, and more power still was put into yanking it from her folds moments later.

Chelsea was moaning loudly, intense pleasure every time the swelling knot sank into her and noticeable discomfort and emptiness when it pulled out. All she could hear were lewd wet squelches and Sloan’s heavy growls, the creaking and groaning of the bed straining below them a wonderful backdrop to it all.

No longer could he just pop in and out of her. His knot had swollen too much to slip past her soaked lips, but the wolf compensated by putting more force into each thrust. The ache the girl felt and the weight of the canine on top of her driving her to her peak, and with one particularly savage thrust forcing his knot fully into her pussy one last time, she was tipped over the edge.

Chelsea let out a cry as she came, her body seizing up even as Sloan howled his triumph to the darkness of the house.

An intense pressure threatened to overwhelm the human, her eyes unfocusing for the briefest of moments before she saw the canine’s jaws open wide. His teeth gleamed in the low light, a beast from a nightmare, and he lunged towards her.

Her cry of bliss was highlighted in fear as she saw Sloan chomp down, her body wracked with his continual thrusting and grinding to the point where she didn’t even notice any pain. But that was it... There was no pain.

Beyond the throbbing ache between her legs, the straining muscles of her thighs and hips as they squeezed around the furry midriff of the canine between them, she felt nothing.

Chelsea turned her head towards Sloan, the wolf’s eyes screwed shut as he rode out his climax.

He was biting into the pillow next to her head, hard enough that his fangs had clearly punched through the fabric.

Not knowing what else to do, the panting girl wrapped her arms around Sloan’s thick neck, pulling his body fully against her own. His fur tickled a moment before sticking to her sweat slicked skin, and she shuddered at the heat radiating off of him as she squeezed him tightly. Still his hips twitched and humped, but the movements were shallow and weak compared to what she had felt at his most intense.

The door to the bedroom swung open just as the two recovering lovers relaxed and began to doze off.

“We thought someone was being attacked!” Pat exclaimed a moment after he and Brad burst through the door, packages bobbing freely and semi-erect between their legs.

“Really went for it, eh?” Brad laughed, noticing how haggard Sloan and Chelsea both looked once he flicked on the lights. “Shit you two, that sounded violent.”

As close as she was to Sloan’s face as she was, the girl chuckled as she swore the heat coming off of him intensified; something as close to a blush as she had ever experienced from him.

“It was fucking amazing,” She said, kissing the side of Sloan’s muzzle while her fingers once again began dragging furrows through the fur on his back. “Kinda like both of you in one.”

“Oh hey now,” Brad held up his hands while Pat merely blushed furiously. “If my tank wasn’t so damn empty I’d challenge that!”

“Did Pat take it well?” She asked as Sloan released his grip on the pillow, licking his chops.

It was adorable how guilty he looked with his ears flattened.

“Oh, he took it well,” The bull laughed, giving the blushing cougar a firm smack on the rump. “But damn did we tire each other out.”

“Give... oh shit... give us,” Chelsea gasped and groaned as her and Sloan shifted on the bed. “Give us a mintue...”

The wolf rolled onto his back, and once Chelsea sat comfortably in his lap, she lowered herself down against his body, tapping the mattress next to them. Both Brad and Pat took a moment to admire the visible slab of red pressed against the human’s pussy, the very bottom of a large canine knot only just noticeable above it lodged within her.

“I swear...” Pat said absently as Brad dragged him over to the bed after shutting off the lights. “If I wasn’t so drained...”

“Think we can carry on with more tomorrow,” The bull chuckled as he let Pat climb onto the bed first. “If any of us are capable of getting it up after all of this, that is.”

Brad slipped in behind the feline, pressing his body firmly against his smaller frame and wrapping an arm around his chest. Sloan draped both of his arms over Chelsea’s lower back, already on the verge of snoring lightly even while he remained firmly locked to the girl.

Chelsea felt no urge to move, nor to lose that wonderfully pulsing knot between her legs. Exhaustion quickly set in though, and before long, all four were slumbering peacefully together, their bodies pressed tightly against one another.

There was a long day of recovery ahead for all of them.