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"Aww, c'mon Sara! It's your birthday. Live a little.", the hippogryph cajoled. "I've practically gift-wrapped a personal party just for you. It's just a couple of other guests." Sara rolled her eyes but the hybrid avian was beginning to see cracks in the vixen's resistance. Her half-sister could be so stubborn sometimes but the hippogryph had inherited that from their mutual mother too.

"Dammit, Janet, I'm not going on another double date-", Sara started to protest but she knew she was already on the losing end of the argument. The hippogryph could be ever so persistent about these social things. Janet was the reason the vixen had a Facebook account and even a dating profile on a couple of sites, though Sara hadn't bothered to check the messages she got from them. There seemed to be no getting out of this little party that the hybrid had dreamed up. Sara sighed. "Okay. You win."

Janet grinned as much as her beak would allow. In all the years she and the vixen had been half-siblings, the hippogryph never tired of hearing those words. And she almost always won. Though the pair looked nothing alike, they could have been twins otherwise in tastes and temperament, except when it came to being social. The hippogryph was determined to drag her sister, kicking and screaming if need be, into some sort of social circle particularly one involving a stud if all went well with her plan. The vixen certainly had the looks and she was the type of witty and funny that would make her the life of any party. The party Janet had in mind would be a very small, very private affair and the hippogryph was actually rather envious of what her half-sister was going to get up to tonight.

"Aww, c'mon Marty! It's just a little favor. Live a little.", the older, more rugged looking mule teased. "She's practically on her back already, just waiting for you to dive in. She's a virgin, just like you." Marty blushed at his cousin's crude words, though they could certainly get more coarse, but he was definitely interested. The pair of mules had very little in common except fathers who happened to be brothers but the rough and tumble mule had a bit of a soft spot for his honors society cousin, and he was determined that Marty would get some extra-curricular sexual education along with all that classroom teaching.

"Look, Brad, I just don't know if I can. I don't know anything about-" Marty looked up to face his cousin for the first time and pushed his glasses back into place. He could give Brad a thousand reasons, or even a million, why this 'favor' wasn't a good idea but it would be a waste of time. The older mule never was much to listen to the voice of reason. Marty shrugged his shoulders. There'd be no getting out of this favor. "Alright. I'll do it."

Brad clapped an arm against his taller but less socially developed cousin. The rugged mule hadn't had much luck in convincing Marty to do anything fun over the years they'd known each other. Smart as he was, the honors student just had no sense of fun but tonight would be a different story. Brad would get his educated cousin laid and share the spoils of that victory at the same time. That vixen would never know what fucked her when it was all over.

Janet ushered her half-sister into the bar and scanned the crowd for that tell-tale leather jacket and the piercings. The mismatched cousins were easy enough to spot, though the hippogryph had never met the taller Marty. With a rough tug on the vixen's elbow, Janet pulled her half-sister toward the waiting equines. Sara considered giving the hybrid a rude gesture but settled for sticking her tongue out instead. Janet just snickered. She was so used to the fox doing such childish things but she still found them funny.

As Janet and Sara approached, Brad's eyes found the hippogryph's and a knowing gaze full of lust passed between them. Marty, letting his eyes wander around the scene, looked like he'd rather have been thrown in prison than be here. Realizing he and Brad had company, the taller mule smiled as much as polite etiquette demanded but that look didn't quite leave his eyes until they beheld Sara. Instantly, Marty's demeanor changed, his resistance to the whole idea behind the night melting away. The transformation was almost enough to make Janet laugh but she held it in, not wanting to embarrass him or ruin the momentum of the moment.

"Um, Red-?", the taller, bespectacled mule asked hopefully but tentatively. With her tongue still sticking out at her half-sister, Sara's jaw dropped open. Her eyes darted to the hippogryph with one question in them. Janet nodded emphatically, grinning at her and Marty's reactions to their first sight of one another. Brad nudged his cousin with his shoulder. Not expecting the move, the taller mule almost stumbled into the vixen but recovered just inches from her. The hippogryph shot Brad a look with more venom than lust but the pierced mule just winked at her. From this vantage point, Marty's eyes could help but take in how well the purple dress hugged the vixen's curves. Dimly aware he was staring, the entranced equine started to introduce himself.

"Ah, ah! No names!", Janet interrupted him. "Not yet, sweetie.", she added when the mule's ears drooped and his smile faded. The ears stayed down but the smile returned, a pale shade of its former self. "That's all part of the game. This-", the hybrid pointed to Marty, "-is Smart Ass. I suppose you can call him 'Smarty'. And this-", Janet slapped Brad's shoulder hard enough to make Sara wince "-is Bad Ass. You can call him 'bad' and you'd be entirely correct." The pierced and tattooed mule gave a smile that was so self assured that Sara could practically feel the swagger the equine walked with in it. Normally such a smile made the vixen cringe as much as her half-sister's slap had but it seemed suited to the rough-looking fellow. "And this-", Janet produced a small, very thin rectangle with rounded corners and a black stripe on one side, "-is the key to your hotel room in the hotel this bar is part of." Brad took the key, already having received a text from Janet with the room number. "You be careful with her, you animal.", she cautioned 'Bad Ass' in a teasing tone. "Oh, and don't do anything I wouldn't do." And with a wink at all three of them, Janet slipped through the crowd to order a drink at the bar.

The trip up the elevator to the room's floor was uneventful and quiet. Brad didn't want to get between Marty and Sara but all the pair could do was stare at each other as if mesmerized. Uncharacteristically, he kept quiet and any comments he could have made to himself. The two held hands in front of one another bringing a genuine smile to the rough mule's snout and softening his face a bit. Had any of his usual associates been in the elevator with him, they might not have recognized Brad except for his piercings and trademark jacket.

Taking charge, Brad ushered the other two to the room and inside. The mule knew his cousin had never been in a luxury hotel suite before so he wasn't surprised when Marty's eyes bugged out. He noticed the vixen's eyes doing the same. These two were going to make quite the couple. Brad went over to the bar and pulled out a ginger ale then poured it into a glass for Marty.

"Can I get you anything, birthday babe?"

"My sister's right. You are a bad one. I'll have what Smarty's having." Brad handed the glasses to his cousin and Sara. Then he poured himself a bourbon on the rocks. He had his drink down and was on to a second before the others had even sipped half their ginger ales. Time to move things along.

"Okay, kids, let's get this party started. You two, strip!" Marty and Sara stared at him as if they were still trying to process his words. "C'mon! Let's see those birthday suits, people!" Brad pulled off his jacket to reveal his chest, shoulders and upper arms covered in tattoos and that he hadn't been wearing a shirt. Slowly, Marty and Sara started pulling their clothing off, keeping a close eye on each other until they were down to their underwear.

They were so into looking at one another that they didn't notice Brad had moved over to the stereo. He scanned through the satellite stations until he found one that would set the appropriate mood. It wasn't his personal taste but it should do the trick. Sure enough, as the music started, even the two social neophytes were affected by the soft, slow, seductive beat. Without a word or gesture from Brad, Sara offered her hand to "Smarty". He took it and the started some kind of mutual rhythmic movement that Brad couldn't identify as any sort of dance he knew but it was working just fine for them. After a couple of slow numbers, he changed to something a bit more uptempo and Red and Smarty matched the change. They started dancing a lot closer together. Another change and the dancing started getting dirty. Brad had to admit he was impressed with his cousin's technique. The only type of dancing the older, pierced mule was much good at was slam dancing.

He knew the party was really getting started when the vixen slipped her nimble fingers into the waistband of Smarty's underwear and pushed them down. Without a hint of embarrassment, Smarty undid the catch on Red's bra so expertly that Brad did a double take. The rough mule did another to get a good look at the fox's lovely breasts before Smarty wrapped his hands around the firm mounds. Smarty leaned forward and kissed the fox. Red gripped the tall mule's butt cheeks in her black furred hands and ground her panty-covered hips against Smarty's sheath. The bad mule blinked and shook himself. He considered grabbing a ginger ale himself if this is what it did for the pair of virgins.

When Smarty pulled the vixen's panties over her hips and let them dropped to the floor, Bad decided it was time to join the party himself. After selecting a classic rock station and dialing the volume down a bit, he unbuckled and unbuttoned his leather pants and stepped out of them and his boxers. Red pulled back from the tall mule to face both him and the bad ass. She admired the bad one's naked tattooed and pierced physique but somehow found herself more drawn to the taller, leaner mule. Despite their other physical differences, the fox marveled at how similar they were in build. She put a hand on each of their broad chests ,her thin fingers caressed the line of their pectoral muscles, then tracing down their abs to rest on their rapidly rising penises.

With a grin, the fox got on her knees in front of the dual equine studs. She licked her muzzle looking up at the expectant donkey pair. Her tongue chose to caress the head of Smarty's shaft first. It picked up a dollop of pre cum. The taste was odd and slightly salty. Taking her cue from movies Janet had made her watch, the vulpine's mouth wrapped around the head of Smarty's cock while her hand reached up to stroke the bad ass's dick. She worked her mouth on Smarty for a bit, feeling the mule squirm a bit as she worked on him, then released him to take care of Bad Ass. She worked the pair back and forth, getting them both primed, thanks to tips the hippogryph had given her and that Red thought she hadn't listened to at the time. She had a strong desire to taste them but her now dripping pussy was sending her more urgent demands and she stood before the pair. Bad reached up and touched her chin, then lifted it into a kiss.

Smarty, really getting into the moment, moved behind Red, gripping her hips and pressed his erection against her back. She moaned into the lip lock with Bad and felt his shaft pressing her belly. The fox wrapped her fingers around his cock, feeling it dribble pre cum on her dark furred hand. Bad Ass wrapped his hand around her right breast as she felt Smarty's warmth all along her back. She was now the filling in a mule sandwich and for the first time since hearing of this idea of her half-sister's, she was thankful for the hippogryph's planning. Well if she was going to lose her virginity, she was going to lose it with style and to the mule hunk with the glasses.

Red pushed Bad Ass away and used her butt to move Smarty back. She curled her tail over her back and to make sure Smarty got the message, shot him a look of pure, needy lust. Message received indeed as the taller mule pressed his hard length against her wet vulva and, grabbing her hips again, pulled her back carefully onto the throbbing head until he met some resistance. He paused, waiting for her body to adjust to his shaft, but the fox had other ideas and waiting wasn't in her plan. She bucked back against him driving his cock deeper inside, past the resisting flesh. There was a feeling of tearing and of pain but she'd expected that and endured. Oh god, he was in her now, really inside of her, she felt like shouting but let out a long moan and shuddered instead, as the tall mule instinctively started humping the vixen.

Bad Ass grinned. Clearly his cousin had been reading those magazines he'd been giving the taller mule, no matter how much Smarty protested. Hell, given how well he was doing, Smarty had probably been watching the DVDs too. It was just as clear that Red was a virgin but she really was getting into it. Janet must have been tutoring her half-sister just as much.

Getting used to being fucked by the taller mule, Red recovered her senses enough to see Bad Ass standing on front of her with his pierced, hard cock jutting in front of him. With a shake of her head, she motioned him over to her. Bad Ass held his shaft steady and one of Smarty's thrusts drove it into her mouth. She slurped on it with a bit more insistence than before. Bad's knees wobbled a bit at the unexpected suction and he slumped back onto the bed behind him. Smarty shifted his grip on Red's hips as her body bent at a different angle to keep Bad's erection in her mouth. The fox was good at sucking for any women he'd been with, a natural even, and phenomenal for a newbie.

Smarty wasn't doing too badly pounding her doggie style either. Already, he was showing signs of a building orgasm. Judging by her muffled moans and whimpers coming from her occupied mouth, Red's body was working up to her own peak as well. Smarty wrapped his arms around her midsection as he drove his cock deep into the vixen's vagina. Judging by his shuddering, he was already filling her with his semen. Red took up the shudder and though she'd stopped sucking his dick, the fox had done her work well and Bad Ass was right on the verge of joining them. With one thrust into her mouth, he went over the edge too. Red surrendered Bad's throbbing shaft and it spurt all over her face and muzzle as the last of Smarty's load emptied inside of the vulpine.

Bad Ass couldn't help but grin at the mess he made and at Smarty and Red's drunken-looking, euphoric smiles. As his semi-hard cock was expelled from the fox's well-filled, well-fucked pussy, the taller mule squirmed a bit, his smile transforming to an anxious look, just before he made a beeline to the bathroom. It took a mighty effort for Bad not to laugh. The pierced mule expected Red to join his cousin but she licked his cream off her snout, then off the tip of his dick.

When she had finished, Bad pulled her up onto the bed, laid the fox back and spread her legs. The vixen had one of the loveliest pussies he'd ever seen, somehow made all the more lovely by the cream flowing out of it. He sure hope Smarty's spunk tasted decent enough as he eased apart the lips of her vulva. He dipped his tongue inside. Smarty's wasn't the first semen he'd sampled but his was one of the tastiest.

He'd only been in the bathroom a short time but Smarty was surprised to find Red flat on her back with his cousin's snout buried in her snatch, licking her clean. The sight stirred the tall mule's cock back into action. As much as he wanted to put it back inside of her, her pussy was clearly occupied already. Remembering the fox's oral performance, he moved to the side of the bed and got on his knees next to her head. Red twisted to get a look at him, her nose brushing against his penis. Cold and wet, it sent a thrill and shiver through his body. The vulpine took the end of his shaft in her hand, then in her maw.

Behind her having finished cleaning out her pussy, Bad Ass lifted one of her legs. The bristles lining his snout tickled the cheeks of her ass. The fox shivered at their caress, then gasped around Smarty's mouthful as the pierced equine licked her anus. At the same, the tall mule raised himself up, sliding more of his length in until he filled her mouth. As Bad Ass rimmed her own ass, Smarty impaled her throat with his shaft. Red wanted to gag but held back as her hippogryph sister had instructed her, when the two had discussed deep throating a hung stud like this magnificent mule.

Red was so engrossed in orally pleasuring Smarty that she didn't notice Bad Ass had gotten up to get something from his jacket pocket. Even Smarty didn't see his cousin come back to the same spot behind the vixen. Bad snapped the cap on a tube, squirted the contents on his fingers and rubbed the tips against the fox's sphincter. It quivered and the pierced mule waited patiently as the muscular ring relaxed. He touched it again, easing one finger tip in. Red moaned and squirmed. Smarty felt the sound and motion through her mouth, wrapped as it was around his stiff erection. He opened his eyes to see his cousin doing something to the vixen's ass. Using what knowledge he'd gained from the sex mags his cousin had passed to him, Smarty knew that Bad Ass was preparing her anus for a good fucking. The thought sent a surge through his cock, forcing it into the fox's already straining muzzle.

Figuring she was as ready as she'd get, Bad Ass got into position between Red's spread legs and pressed his cock, gently but insistently, against and into her ass. The vixen let out a scream, part a touch of pain, mostly out of surprise, but it was almost completely muffled by Smarty's dick. Spit-roasting was the word that came to her mind in her half-sister's voice but any thought was soon obliterated as Bad started fucking her clenching butt. Taking a cue from his cousin, Smarty started fucking her mouth pushing more of his shaft in with each thrust.

By the time, the tall mule had worked to the base, Red's jaw muscles were getting tired and sore. Somehow Smarty tuned into her fatigue and pulled his shaft out of her mouth just as Bad Ass really started pounding into her rump. The fox panted and whined, then cried out as the donkey's pierced cock rammed into her rectum. Before she could start screaming, Bad eased up on her, settling into a slower, steady rhythm that her body rapidly got used to, then got his cousin's attention without saying a word.

Exerting his upper body strength, Bad Ass lifted Red up so her back was against his chest, leaving her own chest and belly exposed. Smarty was there in an instant to help support her and once again she was the filling in a mule sandwich. The taller equine wasted no time sinking his erection into her dripping pussy and Red whined in delight at being filled by both studs at the same time.

Smarty and Bad lavished her neck and shoulders in kisses as they found a synchronized rhythm in fucking her, sliding in and out of her at the same time. The sensation was incredible and sent shivers through her body right out to her splayed toes. The vixen cried out in pleasure as the pair filled her strained openings. None of them were sure how long this lasted though it felt simultaneously like a long and too short a time before the both mules blasted her with loads of their thick, creamy spunk. The twin throbbing of their shafts and the flooding of her insides triggered the vulpine's biggest orgasm yet.

She wasn't aware of when their cocks started going soft and popped out of her with an audible slurp though she did feel their release running down her thighs. Everything felt a bit like a hallucination as they got up from the bed, keeping her balanced between them and eased into the shower. She felt warm water running over her fur, matting her hair down. She laid her head against Marty's broad chest, smelling the scent of wet mule hair, trying to mark it along with the rest of this incredible night in her memory.

The mules held her between them for a couple of minutes until the fox indicated she could stand on her own. After her legs touched the floor and she proved she was standing steady, the pair carefully washed her up paying particular attention to her thighs, pussy and ass. When she turned to face Smarty after the thorough cleaning he lavished some more attention on her tits, clearly quite find of the sizable mounds. Red planted a kiss on his snout. He raised it, his lips meeting hers. Bad Ass stifled a chuckle and the impulse to tease his cousin about being quite the ladies' man after all.

The pierced mule silently excused himself from the shower, leaving the couple to kiss, explore, fondle and grope one another in peace. He dried himself off and headed for the bar. Pouring himself another bourbon, he considered dressing and making his way to the room Janet had reserved for the weekend. The plan was he'd spend the night with his cousin and the vixen and indulge her in some post-birthday threesome morning sex but he was starting to feel like three was a crowd and down the hall, a hippogryph lay in bed all wet and needy, fingering herself to sleep.

As he got up to put his boxers and pants on, the pair came out of the bathroom with the fox beckoning him back to the bed. Sorry Janet but we might as well go according to plan, Bad Ass thought to himself as he joined Red and Smarty in making another mule sandwich with vulpine filling.

Though the trio was very intimate and the few whispers were erotic and several vulgar, neither mule was able to get a rise out of his penis again. Bad did his fair share of fondling and groping beneath the sheets, though Smarty seemed to match his moves. Red shuddered through another orgasm before fatigue started to claim the pierced mule. As Bad Ass drifted off to sleep, he was dimly aware that his cousin and the vixen were talking in low, soft whispers starting with personal introductions and Smarty's birthday wishes once again. As he went over the edge into dreamland, Bad Ass mumbled own. After he started snoring, his drool dribbled on the red furred shoulder.

When Brad came back to consciousness, the morning sunlight filtered through whatever chinks in the blinds it could find. Of course, he had a boner and it was pressing tightly against a furry ass. He almost called out for Janet to give her a moment's notice before he started an all-out assault on her butt. The kinky hippogryph was so fond of rough anal sex to start her day. A smooch and voices stopped him and he recalled the arranged threesome the night before. Coming fully awake, Brad saw Marty and Sara as if they hadn't moved from the evening before. They were chatting quietly and he swore he heard his name, Marty's and the words "cock sandwich" sound from the vixen's mouth, when the pierced mule realized the pair was looking at him expectantly.

Brad pushed the sheets off as he backed away from Sara. The vixen pushed Marty on his back and straddled the mule, impaling herself on his morning wood. She humped on him a couple of times to make sure he was inside her, then with a wicked grin, looked over her shoulder at Brad. There was no need for words, her meaning was clear when she curled her tail over her back. Retrieving the lube he'd used the night before, Brad squirted a generous amount on his shaft and buried it in the vixen's sphincter. She called out the mules' names, their real names, as they plowed her together.

After Brad came in her ass, he excused himself from their company. Having rested a few hours the night before, he could have managed much more but he was saving it for someone else. He dressed, left the key card for the room and fished the other key card he'd been given out of his pocket. Leaving the still screwing Marty and Sara, he made his way down the hall to a similar suite and let himself in.

Once inside, Brad stripped his clothes off and was naked before he entered the bedroom. There, beak down on the bed with her naked ass high in the air was Janet waiting patiently for him. She'd already managed to fasten the cuffs after she'd lubed her ass up. A gag, specially designed for her beak rested by her head.

"Did it go well?", she asked as casually as if she were seated fully clothed on a sofa.

"Fuck yeah!", he exclaimed, seating himself on the bed beside her, his rough hand caressing one feathered butt cheek. "You saw how they looked at each other in bar. It's ten times that now. No doubt about it, they're in love."

"Excellent! And you, bad boy, did you do as I told you to?" Her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Yes, dear, mouth and ass only. Marty didn't seem to mind plowing her pussy."

"And- ?", the hippogryph pressed.

"We both did her bareback. Not a condom in sight the whole night or this morning. She never suggested them either."

"Good. Good! You're sure they're into each other?"

"They may have talked all night, though they looked rested when I woke up."

"Well done, my stud! Time to claim your reward for a job well done. I'll take it like she did but ass to beak, lover. Oh and when you get around to my cunny, you'd better use a rubber. Now remember, hard, rough, and deep!" With that Brad picked up the gag, shoved it in the hippogryph's beak and fastened it securely. They didn't need the cops coming for another show like the last time he forgot. With one slamming thrust, he impaled her and the gag muffled her scream. It muffled several more before morning surrendered to midday.

The next few weeks were busy ones for Marty. After his night and the following morning with Sara, he'd been hit with a major project at work and a deadline that meant long hours, very little sleep and few breaks. What ones he did get were spent texting and sexting with the vixen. Despite the attention the project demanded, Sara was on the mule's mind nearly every moment. It wasn't just her luscious tits, tangy pussy or hot ass that he'd experience after his cousin slipped away that were on his mind. It was her smile, her laugh, her silky voice, the smell of her fur, the feel of her smaller, curvaceous body against his. He couldn't wait to be in the same room with her again.

As the end of the project loomed, the texting tapered off then stopped despite Marty sending his own messages when he could. He started to panic wondering if he could have done or said something wrong. His mind wandered away from the project at the worse possible time. Just as it looked like everything was slipping beyond his control, the worried mule received an answering text that there was something important to discuss but that it was a good something. Somewhat relieved but still a bit concerned, Marty finished the project before the deadline and was out the door headed to Sara's place before the files finished sending to his boss.

"Sara!", Marty exploded, wrapping her in his arms and twirling her around, all his fears and worries forgotten the moment he saw her and that wonderful smile. He smothered the fox in kisses, planting another on her mouth before she had a chance to speak and leaving her breathless as spread them around her face and neck before returning to her mouth again.

"Damn, they really are into each other. Well that's good, all things considered." Marty raised an eye to see Janet and his cousin, Brad, standing off to one side. The pair gave each other a conspiratorial grin.

Something was up though Marty didn't have enough information to quite piece it all together. He eased his hug on the fox and noticed she was still wearing a robe at midday.

"Are you sick, honey? Is it a cold? The flu?" His voice was filled with concern.

"Uh, well- Kinda but it's not a cold or the flu." Sara looked to the hippogryph for a little support. Janet went to the cocktail table and picked up a folder. She handed it to the vixen who opened it before handing it off to the tall mule. Marty adjusted his glasses, his fears creeping back. Did she have an STD? Cancer perhaps? His mind raced through dozens of equally horrifying possibilities until his eyes locked onto one word on the page in front of him.

"Hu-how? That's not - possible. I-I'm a mule-", his voice trailed off but the reality of the single word was right there in front of him to read over and over again.

"And a daddy.", Sara added. "Or soon to be one in a few months." She took the folder from him, handing it back to Janet, then wrapped her black furred arms around him. As if on autopilot, his embraced her though his eyes had a faraway look, then the life returned to them fully. His gaze turned to Brad.

"Hey, don't look at me. I only fucked her mouth and ass." Janet scowled at her crude boyfriend. "Well I did." Marty pondered the situation for a moment.

"Well then, I suppose I should ask you a question.", the tall mule directed his words to the vixen. Sara tensed in excitement. "What color? You might look good in a blue or a green. Hm, yellow could be nice too." The fox pulled back, confused by the nature of the question. Why was Marty babbling about colors? "Given it's usual meaning, white doesn't seem like an option." Two pairs of confused eyes locked onto him, though it appeared that the hippogryph saw what he was getting at. "For the wedding dress, that is if your answer to my next question is 'yes'. Will you, Sara Burkhardt, marry me, Martin Haley?" The vixen wrapped her arms tightly around the big mule, burying her face in his chest with a sob. "Uh, is that a yes?", he asked Sara's half-sister. Janet nodded an emphatic affirmative. Marty hugged his new fiancee, stroking her back gently until the vixen squirmed out of his arms and taking his hand, led him up the stairs to her bedroom.

"Well that went according to plan. Better in fact.", Janet beamed, clearly pleased her matchmaking machinations had worked. She smirked at Brad who had doubted the scheme from the start. "See what happens when you don't use condoms?"

"Um, yeah, honey, about that-" The hippogryph fixed him with an aquiline glare, the unspoken accusation burning off them like heat from the sun. Before Brad could raise any sort of defense or she launch any sort of verbal attack, she clutched her beak and made a dash for the powder room. As the sound of squeaking springs and shouts of joy came from upstairs and retching from the powder room, the pierced mule sighed. He'd probably have to go dress shopping along with Marty, just as soon as he got out of the ICU.