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As far as house-parties go, this had to have been one of the best that Calem had been to. Finals week had ended, and though he wasn't even one of the students, he'd gotten the invite from a friend to drop by and kick back to relax. The college kids had taken over two neighboring frat houses, and there was enough beer on hand to drown a small country.

Calem had gotten the invite from a friend of his, Tay, who in turn had gotten invited by her younger brother who was among the graduates. The slim, pine marten girl had vanished a few minutes ago to get them more drinks, leaving Calem alone in one of the living rooms. Alone with half a dozen college kids, that is.

It was comfortably warm in the house and he occasionally tugged at his black, leather collar out of habit. He was in a loose pair of gym shorts, a blue, sleeveless shirt, and a baggy, knitted hat of the same color. Most the others at the party were in the same attire, though a few were looking ridiculous in popped-collar polos, greek letters, and khakis.

He didn't know anyone there, except his boyfriend, Blott, and Tay. Blott actually knew a pair of the kids attending and was off in the basement where the music coming from to catch up with them. Ordinarily he would have been a little out of sorts in a house full of strangers, but with the endless supply of beer all apprehension was gone, and his inhibitions weren't far behind.

A particularly cute couple of foxes were standing only feet from him and Calem watched unabashedly as the black fox dragged his tongue across the red fox's ear before biting the tip. He could feel his loins stirring at the display, but was snapped back to reality as a cold bottle of beer was suddenly shoved against the small of his back.

Calem was an otter, wild-dog mixture. He had the brown, white, and gold colouring of the African dogs, but the thick, rudder tail of an otter and a bit of webbing between his paws. His shaggy fur kept him plenty warm, and the otter part of him made water slide right off him, for the most part. Nonetheless, when that cold, wet bottle of beer was pressed against his bare fur, he jumped. And yelped.

The otter leapt forward several feet and almost smacked into the opposite edge of the doorway and the noise he made was none too manly. He grabbed onto the wood molding of the doorway and whipped his head around, panting slightly.

Tay was standing there, doubled over and laughing maniacally, a beer clutched in each paw. Her pointed ears were flattened against her head and her muzzle was split open wide, teeth showing with her face screwed up in a laugh. "Oh. My god," she said, crossing her arms across her chest and taking a few shuddering breaths. "You should have seen your face," Tay said.

Calem's rounded ears flattened to his head and he snatched one of the beers from her paw, opening it and pocketing the bottlecap. "Bitch," he muttered, taking a swig of beer and then blowing a raspberry at her.

She grinned wide, canines showing that Calem knew were sharper than his own. "Oh you pussy," she said. "I've seen the things you have been subjected to. Surely a little cold glass can't bring ya down." She stepped forward as she opened her own beer and slipped the bottle cap into Calem's pocket.

The hybrid just huffed indignantly and took a long sip of beer, shaking his head. "You just caught me off guard, that's all," he told her, pointing at her chest. "And where'd your shirt go?"

Tay looked down at her bare chest. She was dressed in a baggy pair of khakis and had an open, campus hoodie to reveal her cream and brown fur. "Oh, must've left it with the beer," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "Ah well, it was getting warm in here anyway."

Calem snickered and arched an eyebrow, poking her between her breasts. Or where they would have been. Tay was not an endowed girl, and with her hair cropped close, the lack of makeup, and casual clothes, she could easily be mistaken for a guy. "Uh huh. You just happened to lose your shirt?"

She flashed him a mischievous grin and ran a paw up through her short hair, shrugging innocently. "Okay, well, maybe I took it off when things got heated up,"

"Heated up?" he said, making a soft "oohing" sound as he stepped closer with a half-inebriated between-us-girls look on his face.

Tay punched him in the arm and he took a step back. "Okay, well like, there was this guy there. Big wolf. Muscles. Ungh, hot. And I maybe purposely bumped into him, and I had to apologize and bat my eyes at him," she said, sipping at her beer.

"And?"

"And... he didn't realize I was a chick. I could taste the beer on his muzzle as we made out. Oh man, and he was big, too. Buuut I couldn't lead him on,"

Calem scoffed and shook his head. "You mean any further."

"Hey! It's not my fault! He didn't ask if I was a boy or girl, he just was grabbing on me and you know. Tongues," she said, holding her paws up defensively. "I did my civic duty to break things off before his fragile, gay little mind realized that the a-cups against his broad chest actually belonged to the fairer sex."

Calem's eyes narrowed as he judged her, moving to take another sip of beer only to realize that he'd managed to down already. "Yeah. You deserve a medal,"

Tay finished her beer and shrugged, a sweet smile playing across her muzzle. "Green's an ugly color on ya," she joked.

The otter's brain wasn't up to speed with the alcohol flowing through him, but he caught on a few seconds later. "Hey, I'm not jealous."

"Oh sure you aren't," she said. Her big fluffy tail curled close to her legs and she hooked a finger on the front of her khakis, pulling them out. Her empty, glass bottle slid down into the waistband of her pants, and presumably her underwear with the way she shuddered and gasped.

Calem blinked a few times, utterly confused. One of his paws was then grabbed by the small girl and shoved down at her crotch. "Wha-?!"

"You telling me you wouldn't like feeling this?" she said, jutting her hips out, and grinding her "bulge" against the otter-dog's paw and thigh. "Your tongue meshed with his, big, thick bulge on you while a paw is tweaking your nipples?" she breathed, leaning up to whisper hotly in the dog-mix's ear.

Calem's cheeks heated up and his fingers curled against the hidden glass bottle, his mind wandering for just a moment before he stepped back and shook his head. "Oh whatever. He couldn't have been that big," he said, blushing and looking away.

Tay laughed and reached out to tweak one of his nipples through his sleeveless shirt. "Maybe not, but I know you'd have melted when he pinched you."

Calem squeaked and batted her paw away from his nipple, holding his empty beer over the other. "Those are mine! You know how sensitive they are," he said.

"Oh whatever. Wait here, I need another beer," she said, grabbing his empty bottle and walking off for a few minutes. She returned with her shirt tucked into the waistband of her pants and another bottle in each paw. More bottle caps slipped into the otter's pocket.

The otter-dog took another big gulp and let out a weak burp followed by a hiccup. "Ooh, hah, 'scuse me," he said.

Tay took a big gulp herself, holding up a finger to tell Calem to wait. She swallowed, took a deep breath through her nose and then let out a much more manly burp than the he had.

Calem laughed and punched her in the arm. "You're disgusting," he said, chuckling a bit and swaying from one foot to the other.

"Oh yeah, you're one to talk. How many times have you shown up to dinner or movies with someone's dried cum on your fur?" she asked, eying him with a hooked eyebrow.

"Pfft, that-" he started to say, chuckling and shaking his head. "No-no, that's like, nuh uh." Calem took another sip of beer. "That was only twice. And not my fault."

Tay barked out a laugh, sharp teeth on display. "Oh yeah? Whose fault was it then? It's your fur."

"Yeah, but it wasn't my cum!" he argued, chuckling and finishing off his beer. The room was much warmer and fuzzier than it had been minutes previously and he leaned back against the wood molding of the doorway.

"Oh, excuse me!" Tay exclaimed, holding her paws up defensively again. "If it wasn't your cum that makes it SO much better! It's much better if it's your boyfriend's."

Calem snickered and rubbed the back of his neck around the collar. "Ah... it wasn't his either," he said, cheeks turning a bit red under his brown cheeks.

The pine marten glowered at him, finished her beer, and then let out a soft sigh. "It's a good night. Let me get us more," she said, grabbing his bottle from his paws.

"Ooh," Calem said, thinking for a moment and shaking his head. "No, I think I'm..." his voice trailed off as she was already through the door. "Good."

A few minutes later and yet another glass bottle was being tilted back into his muzzle. "This," he said, slurring just a bit. "This is definitely my last."

Tay broke out into a fit of giggles and reached over to pinch the otter-dog's nipple through his shirt. "You're such a lightweight," she teased.

Calem jumped and swatted her paw away. "H-hey! Those are really sensitive ya know," he said. "And you're like, half my weight," he said, reaching out and flicking one of her exposed nipples.

"Dick." She crossed an arm across her chest and grinned wide. "Mine are much more sensitive than yours are."

"Uh huh," Calem said. "Come on, like you said earlier, some guy comes up and starts rubbing and pinching my nipples, I'm going to pop a boner and turn to putty. Not that like can happen to you."

Tay blinked a few times and snorted. "Dude, do you even KNOW what a clit is? Do I need to show it to ya?" she asked, hooking a finger on the front of her jeans threateningly.

"Ew! No!" Calem said, making a disgusted face and shielding his eyes. "It's not like it's big enough to show through your jeans, though," he said, shuddering and trying to keep away the mental images. "Is it...?"

The weasel laughed and reached over to pinch his nipple again. "What? No! I'm not that wrestler girl or anything."

Blott had just come up the stairs from the basement where music was shaking the house and caught the last bit of the exchange as the two were picking on each other. He slipped an arm around the otter's back and pulled Calem to his chest. Both of his paws slipped up under the hybrid's shirt, finding his nipples and began pinching them both. "What's wrong with turning to putty?" he asked.

Calem's body stiffened and stood up on his tip toes, eyes wide. "Ooh, h-hey, stop that," he said, twisting his head to try and look at the squirrel behind him.

"Tay, grab his collar," Bloot said, continuing to twist and tease at the metal studs through his boyfriend's nipples.

The marten stepped forward, hooked a finger through the D-ring on the front of Calem's collar and yanked it forward, forcing his head straight again. "Hey now, you haven't even finished your beer," she said cooly.

Blott grinned and rolled his hips forward against the hybrid's rear, thumbing over the otter-dog's sensitive flesh. "You haven't? Finish it already," he whispered, standing on his tiptoes to press his muzzle to one of the big, fluffy ears.

Calem's body quivered and his eyes were squeezed shut. He could feel his shaft stirring quickly in his jockstrap and his paws clutched at the glass bottle, still half full. His mind was already hazy, but he slowly lifted the bottle up and took a long, slow pull, finishing it off.

"Ooh, good boy," Blott cooed, nosing at those ears before taking one in his teeth to chew at it playfully. His own excitement had risen between his legs and he ground it underneath that fluffy, rudder tail.

The otter's mind was reeling and he would have swayed side to side if not for the arms wrapped around him. Blood boiled under the surface and the house felt much warmer than it had only minutes ago. "Ooh, hey now..." he whined, rolling his hips back against his lover's.

Tay chuckled and lightly ran her claws down over the front of the hybrid's shirt. "Oh man, he's practically vibrating," the marten said, grinning at the squirrel over Calem's shoulder.

"Yeah, he gets like that when he's been drinking," Blott said, tweaking the otter-dog's nipples even harder and grinding himself up under that thick tail. "Just pour some drinks into him, touch him a bit, and he'll be on all fours for you in a heartbeat."

"What'cha gonna do with him, then? Horn him up and throw him to the wolves?" She snickered and glanced around through the living room where a couple guys were making out on the couch and another pair were getting really into touching and feeling on each other.

"Wolves. And foxes. And horses. And whoever else wants to have a go at him," Blott said with a devious growl, his arms hugging the otter-dog hard enough to make his back pop.

Calem's fluffy ears were flat against the back of his head and he let out a soft whine. "Wh-what?" His cock throbbed hard in his jock and he jerked in his boyfriend's grip, whining more.

"Tay, where's a bathroom?" Blott asked, his voice choked with lust. It was hard to tease someone without teasing yourself.

"Two doors behind you, end of the hall," she said, glancing back around her at the other boys in the room. "Should I give you some space?"

Blott grinned and pinched one of the otter-dog's nipples, drawing a heated whimper. "Give me a couple minutes then see if you can find anyone interested in joining us," he said, grinning wide at the weasel girl.

Tay grinned and gave a half salute before stepping off through the kitchen to make her way into the house. Calem's mind was too far gone to pay much attention to the exchange and slumped back against the squirrel, rudder tail twitching behind him.

The squirrel grabbed his wrists and started tugging him off down the hallway. "Come on, you. Night's still young, isn't it?"

Calem stumbled, but made it down the hall and into the bathroom. The rooms were starting to spin and his tail swayed side to side to help steady him. "I... guess?"

Blott chuckled and pushed the hybrid against the bathroom counter, their chests soon pressed together. He didn't even bother to close the door behind them as he pressed his muzzle up against his boyfriend's. The pair of them moaned softly as muzzles meshed together and tongues teased at each other's lips. Calem's body quivered and both his paws came up to hold onto Blott's shoulders.

Their hips ground together, shorts tented and bodies shivering. Calem whimpered into the kiss and his hips bucked and jerked against the squirrel's. Blott teased a paw down between them and pushed Calem's shorts down until they fell to his ankles. He gripped the otter's shaft through his jockstrap and squeezed hard, drawing a heated whine from the taller male.

Blott's tongue twisted and coiled around Calem's tongue, drawing the otter's into his muzzle so he could suck and nibble at it. His paw rubbed up and down on the front of Calem's jockstrap, feeling the heat and wetness spread over his paw. The otter-dog was whimpering and grinding forward into the kiss and Blott had to pull away to take a breath. "Ooh, eager, are we?"

Calem's paws gripped at Blott's shoulders and he squeezed tight, rolling his hips forward against the groping paw. "Ooh, p-please fuck me," he whispered, pushing his muzzle up under Blott's and panting hard.

"Oh I plan to," Blott whispered, biting at one of the hybrid's fluffy ears. He gripped Calem's hips in both paws and ground his trapped cock against the wet jockstrap. "And after I'm done with you? Then what?"

The otter whimpered and nearly fell to his knees, his rudder-tail swishing behind him. "Th-then the others... anyone. Please. I'll please anyone. Just f-fuck me now," he stuttered, breath coming out in halted gasps.

Blott growled and bit at the otter-dog's ears a few more times before roughly turning him around. He shoved his boyfriend against the counter and tugged his own shorts down to expose his hard, uncut shaft to the air. "I want you to moan for me. Don't hold back. Let the others know just how much of a slut you can be," Blott growled.

His big, bushy tail swayed around behind him and he pushed the head of his hooded cock against the otter's entrance. Normally he'd have used some lube, but Calem was too drunk to notice, and he was too worked up to mind. He pushed forward and the head of his uncut cock spread his boyfriend's hole.

Calem let out a yelp of discomfort and his paws gripped hard at the sink's counter. It didn't deter the squirrel one bit and he kept pushing until his hips were flush with the otter-dog's. No lube was a bit painful on even the squirrel, but his hooded shaft was leaking so copiously that as he pulled back and thrust forward, it was loads smoother.

"Ooh, yeah, gonna leave you dripping for all the other guys here at this party," he whispered, snaking his paws up under Calem's shirt to play with the metal studs through his sensitive nubs.

The hybrid whined and leaned over the sink until his forehead was pressed against the mirror. Despite the momentary discomfort, his jock was straining away from his body and pre made a large, wet stain at the front.

Blott wasted no time in letting himself go. His hips humped back and forth to slap his fluffy balls against the otter's rear. His tail swished around behind him and he was still vaguely aware of the music coming from the basement. He was so into the moment he didn't notice the pair of college boys approaching in the bathroom mirror until they were at the doorway.

"Oh, oh damn," one, a tiger, said.

"Holy shit, Kyle," the fox at his side said, raising a paw to his muzzle. "Some weasel guy told us that there was some fun going on up here, but... damn," he said, laughing nervously.

Blott's thrusts faltered momentarily and he glanced over his shoulder to see the newcomers. He redoubled his pace and put a paw on the back of Calem's neck, keeping him pinned down to the counter. "Sh- he's not wrong," the squirrel said, panting. "My boyfriend's gotten a bit... uh, out of hand," he said, his heart racing as he glanced back down between them.

Just past the thick, otter tail, he could see his cock disappearing between those brown and gold cheeks. His fingers dug at Calem's back and side, his orgasm drawing closer now that he was being watched by the graduates.

"And you're sharing him?" the tiger asked. He slipped a paw down into the waistband of his shorts and adjusted himself so his stiffening cock was sticking up against his waistband. "Devin and I would be more than happy to uh... partake."

"Yeah, he likes being used and shared," the squirrel said, huffing softly. "Isn't that right?" he asked, bringing his paw down hard on the otter-dog's rear in a resounding smack.

Calem's head jerked up and he let out a breathy moan. "Y-yes! I... mnff," his head collapsed back down against his arms and he pushed his hips back against Blott's.

The fox slipped his shirt off and tossed it on the floor, flexing his arms and stepping next to the counter to better watch the coupling pair. "Wow... I don't know who's luckier," he said, grinning and working a paw down into his shorts to give his shaft a firm squeeze.

The squirrel's eyes shifted from the fox's crotch to his own and he felt himself nearing the peak. "Ooh, by the end of tonight it'll be him, I'm sure," he huffed. Blott tried to maintain his composure and let out a dominant snarl, but the otter's rear was squeezing down on him in all the right places and his growl broke off into a pleasured whine as he came.

Blott's hips ground against the hybrid's as he came, taking a few thrusts to work himself as deep as he could. A bit of the squirrel's seed ran from Calem's passage and Blott leaned over his lover to give the back of the otter's neck a few playful bites. "Mmf... good boy... now you've got a few others in line waiting for you."

Calem's tongue had lolled out of his mouth and drool pooled around his maw on the formica countertop. The front of his red jockstrap was soaked and his body quivered in place where he'd been pinned down.

Blott withdrew and stepped further into the bathroom, taking a seat on top of the toilet lid to take a breath as he watched the other two in the room. "Ooh, who's next?"

"Me," both said in unison.

The tiger and the fox eyed each other and then the tiger huffed and looked away, blushing faintly under his striped cheeks. "Fine, go ahead," he said.

The red and white canine shucked his pants and boxers in one smooth motion and gave his cock a firm squeeze, looking down at the otter-dog's rear. "I'll settle for the muzzle if you wanna pound him."

The tiger was half undressed and his ears perked up at that. He glanced at the bent over otter and a grin spread across his face. "Deal," he told Devin.

Devin gripped the back of Calem's shirt and tugged him back from the sink. The otter made no attempt to resist as he slid from the counter. Two sets of paws carefully laid him out on the linoleum floor and his eyes blinked blearily up at the ceiling until a familiar, but light weight settled atop his chest.

The fox was straddling the hybrid's chest, his bared, canine shaft in one paw while another hooked a finger on the collar. "Damn, he's cute..."

Blott watched with half-lidded eyes, idly stroking his flaccid shaft as he watched his boyfriend. "Mmm, yeah. He likes his collar being tugged on, too."

Kyle had stripped out of his clothes and his own, thick, cut member was in one paw as he lifted the hybrid's legs up. "How uh, rough can I go?" he asked, his cheeks a bit red from a mix of alcohol and apprehension.

The squirrel snickered. "Go as rough as you want. He's a real champ," he said. Calem whined.

Devin stroked over his canine length and angled the tip down to Calem's muzzle. The hybrid immediately started lapping along the veined flesh, his lips parting to take a few inches in his maw. "Ooh, I'll keep him muffled for ya," the fox said, hunching over the canine-mix's head.

Kyle pressed the head of his blunt cock to Calem's hole, watching as the squirrel's cum spilled out over his flesh. His cock throbbed and he pushed it forward, sinking it in halfway in one go. "Oooh..."

Calem gasped beneath the pair and his toes curled in the air, legs wrapping around the tiger's waist. The room was spinning so much at this point that he wasn't entirely aware that he was on his back. He could feel a cock pressing into his muzzle and felt the weight of furry orbs on his chin and another pair against the underside of his tail.

Blott's shaft stiffened up again in no time as he watched his boyfriend get plowed. The otter's body was squirming and writhing around beneath the pair and he moaned around the tapered shaft between his lips.

The tiger hugged the otter-dog's legs to his hips as he pushed in further. He was about the same length as Blott, but generously thicker. The squirrel's cum lubed the way as he picked up speed, eyes half-closed as he watched his girth spread the otter open.

Devin was on all fours above Calem's head, eyes closed tight as he thrusts himself down into the mixed-breed's muzzle. He didn't even try to take his time and his furry balls battered against the otter's chin, already eager to spill their load. The canine's knot was pressing at his lips and pre drooled from the corner of Calem's muzzle.

Calem's head swam and his paws reached up to claw gently down the fox's hips, through his soft fur. He was dimly aware of his own approaching orgasm, but couldn't focus on any one sensation as the tiger under his tail prodded his sweet spots and claws dug at his thighs.

Blott idly stroked his shaft, toying with the rim of his foreskin, dragging it up and down over his head as he watched in voyeuristic pleasure. He could tell his lover was getting close and wanted to help push him over the edge. "Tug on his collar," he told the fox. "He likes it when you're rough."

The fox obliged without question. He reached down beneath him to hook a couple fingers into the thick band of leather and tugged up hard as he thrust down. His knot ground down against Calem's lips and he snarled excitedly.

The hybrid gagged in surprise and his eyes opened to see that thick bulb of flesh mashed against his nose. The fox's musk was flooding his senses and the forceful tug at his neck sent shivers down his spine and back up between his legs. His lower half jerked and thrashed as his cock fired off between his legs. Calem came hard enough that the first several ropes of cum forced its way through the fabric of his jockstrap and up onto his chest, leaving sticky, white strings of cum on his blue shirt.

Kyle's body tensed as the otter's passage suddenly clamped down on his cock, milking it for all he was worth. He felt his blush creep back over his cheeks as he watched the otter-mix cum on himself and a few more hard humps pushed him across the edge as well.

A thick spurt shot into the otter's passage before the tiger yanked himself free. His paw wrapped around his shaft and stroked furiously, unloading the last of his load across Calem's crotch and thighs in heavy, potent splatters. The otter's body twitched and his cock pulsed in his jock, his own seed having soaked it all the way through.

Devin wasn't far behind and he similarly pulled free of the otter's muzzle, squeezing his knot in one paw while fingers on his other paw held the otter's mouth open. Ropes of fox seed splashed against Calem's tongue and over his muzzle and cheeks. Calem's tongue lolled out, cupping the underside of the fox's shaft as the scent of fox strengthened with every splash.

"Hot damn," Tay said, leaning against the doorway of the bathroom with her arms crossed over her chest. "I guess I found replacements just in time," she teased, winking at the pair above the otter.

Kyle was quicker to grow self conscious and he tucked himself away as he clambered to his feet. Devin rubbed the tip of his dripping shaft on Calem's nose before standing up and fetching his clothes. He made no effort to cover himself as he stepped out of the bathroom after his friend and Tay looked on longingly at the naked fox.

She stepped just inside the bathroom as two other guys entered, already naked from the waist down and smelling heavily of beer and musk; Tay had found them having fun in the basement and coaxed them upstairs.

Tory was a large, muscular horse with a blond mane that fell over his eyes and a polo shirt with greek lettering that looked like it might burst if he flexed. His long, equine shaft hung down from the weight, mushroom head dripping a line of pre onto the tile. Right behind him was a kangaroo in a soccer jersey, his name, Aki, across the back. He was equally hard and dripping as his friend and though not nearly as long or thick he had an impressive set of balls between his legs.

"This him?" Tory asked, reaching down and squeezing his cock right behind the medial ring. A dollop of pre rolled out of cock and dripped down to land on one of the otter's legs.

Calem blinked up at the pair of bigger males towering above him, the horse's cock now casting a shadow over his face. Cum was drizzled messily over his face, shirt, jockstrap, and thighs, and more had drooled out against the underside of his tail. He couldn't even register much beyond the fact that they were here for him and he arched dreamily, running a paw down his chest as he parted his legs.

Blott grinned over at Tay as she edged past the two guys, "accidentally" letting her paws trail over more intimate spots as she took up a spot to watch from the hall as the bathroom was more than a little crowded. "That's him," he confirmed.

"He's a fuckin' wreck," the kangaroo said, grinning and elbowing the horse in the ribs. "Wanna double up on him?" he asked, swaying on his feet before steadying himself against the horse.

Tory huffed out a breath and a wicked grin spread over his long face. He reached down and picked the otter up off the floor with barely any effort, propping him up carefully on his legs and looking down over his messy body.

Blott shivered and licked his lips, ready for the next show. "Ooh, you should get those clothes off him... he doesn't need those."

"I'll get em," Aki said, stepping up behind the otter-dog and tugging the sleeveless shirt up off his torso. When Calem's arms were above his head, Aki pulled tight on the fabric and wrapped it around both of Calem's wrists, tying them together to leave his paws helplessly bound. The jockstrap was next to come off and it peeled away from the uncut shaft underneath with several strands of cum clinging on until they snapped wetly. Aki lifted the soiled fabric to the otter's face and stuffed it into his muzzle like a gag.

Calem's body stiffened and his half-hard shaft twitched in response when the sharp tang of his own musk and the flavor hit him. He moaned around his jock and curled up against the wad of cotton, tasting his still-warm seed. His arms tugged at the restraints above his head, but he was held securely and could only arch forward against the horse's body.

Tory turned him away, his chest to the otter's back, and lifted him with ease. He flexed his shaft upwards and the head of his cock pressed up at the otter's entrance before it slipped inside. The horse let out a snort of pleasure and bucked upwards, sinking a couple inches into the squirming hybrid. "Mmmff, ready. It'll be a tight fit, though."

Aki was stroking himself as he watched the equine length press into the otter and when given the okay he stepped forward, helping support Calem's legs as he pressed his own shaft against the horse's and arched upwards. There was a bit more resistance for the kangaroo, but a soft jab slipped his own head in alongside Tory's.

Calem's eyes went wide and he let out a pathetic whimper around his gag, body fighting not to clench down on the intruders. He could have handled either of them alone just fine, but together they were thicker than even some of the toys Blott had used on him in the past. Nonetheless, his black, hooded cock was stiff against his belly and already a drop of pre had formed at the head.

Tory and Aki had evidently done this before and they worked in concert to lower the otter's body, shafts spreading the otter wide the deeper they went. The awkward position meant they couldn't quite bottom out inside the otter's body, but the increased girth meant that his prostate was being mashed down. Then the two graduates began thrusting up inside the poor mixed creature, countering each other's motions so there was always a thick cock pressing into him.

Blott was stroking himself in earnest now, letting himself get close and then backing off. He panted as he cock throbbed between his legs, drooling pre onto the floor as he fought off his orgasm. It had been a while since he had gotten to watch a show like this and he knew the images would help fuel him for a while to come.

The horse and kangaroo were holding the otter-dog between them, pressing against and up into him with increasing speed. Their heavy sacs slapped together and occasionally their timing would slip and both would thrust up into the otter together, drawing a loud whine from the bound and gagged hybrid.

Tears rolled from Calem's eyes and his muzzle clenched around the wet jockstrap. Still, his cock was achingly hard between his and Aki's chest. Pre drooled like a faucet down over his stomach and his arms had hooked behind the horse's head. He felt incredibly full and wasn't certain how much more of their pounding he could take.

Aki growled and watched through lidded eyes as the otter's shaft flopped side to side, his own sliding against the veined shaft of the horse opposite him. He could feel himself drawing closer and leaned in to nip at the otter's shoulder. "Mmf, I'm almost there... where should I unload?" he asked, glancing up at the horse.

Blott's ears perked up and he released his cock again, sucking in a breath as he fought off another close orgasm. "Ooh, cum on his paws," he said breathily, cheeks red from watching the two studs with his boyfriend. "He's a slut for that. Soak them for him."

The kangaroo chuckled and pressed his muzzle against one of Calem's fluffy ears, his tail swaying behind him in the confined bathroom. "Is that right? You want me to cum all over your paws?" he husked out, never breaking his rhythm of humping into the stretched tail. "Gonna be a huge mess..."

Calem's body shuddered and he moaned around his gag, nodding excitedly a few times. His eyes blinked a few times and focused on the kangaroo's face, his cheeks on fire from the alcohol and dirty treatment.

Aki thrust as deep as he could, his chest heaving with exertion, and then tugged himself free, leaving just the horse's shaft spreading the otter. He stepped back and grabbed both of Calem's feetpaws, pressing them on other side of his wet shaft, and continued thrusting against them. His pointed ears lay back against his head and his face screwed up in concentration before he let out a snarl of pleasure.

Those heavy balls pumped out ropes and ropes of seed from the kangaroo's shaft. It splattered messily over the otter's feetpaws, coating them in thick strands of seed. Aki's cock pulsed and his copious load streaked up the inside of the otter's legs and thighs, leaving his fur a sticky mess.

Calem's eyes were transfixed down at the roo's length and his own paws as he watched them get liberally coated in cum. His breath caught in his throat and he felt his body convulse on its own, and was taken off guard as a thick spurt of cum splattered over his snout as he came. His uncut shaft jerked and twitched against his belly, a few arcing higher to hit his face and neck.

Tory snorted loudly, his hot breath washing over Calem's ears as he slammed up inside the hybrid. The otter's passage was shuddering and squeezing over his length and it pushed him over the edge. His head flared wide and then hot seed gushed out into the bound mixed-breed, filling him past the brim.

Blott's entire body ached and he felt he could have almost came from just watching the scene in front of him. Calem's feetpaws had gooey strands of kangaroo seed hanging between them and Calem's second hands free orgasm had made another mess of his muzzle and chest. The horse's similarly massive load was dripping from around that thick cock and Blott watched as it dripped to the floor, creating a puddle of horse seed beneath them.

Tory sighed contently and carefully pulled the otter up off his shaft. It sounded like someone wringing out a wet towel over tiled floor as cum ran from the otter's passage, splashing on the floor. Aki helped and the pair just lay the otter back on the floor where they'd retrieved him in the first place.

Calem's body convulsed now and then and he could feel the puddle of the horse's cum against his back. He was covered all over, still hard as a rock, and the room was spinning in lazy circles around him. He could hear the two graduates talking to Blott, but was still coming down off his high to pay much attention to the words.

Aki and Tory stepped over the prone otter-dog and past Tay who was still watching from the doorway. Her face was red and she watched them down the hallway for a bit longer before turning her attention back to the bathroom floor. Her arms were crossed over her chest, thumbs discreetly pressed to her own nipples. "Well," she said, clearing her throat and shaking her head. "Oh, yeah, well now what? Should I uh, look for more? Or..."

Blott laughed and crawled down onto the floor between Calem's legs, running his paws up over the spotted, matted thighs. "I think he's about at his limit after that," he said, teasing his fingers down under Calem's balls to press at his abused hole. He shivered as he felt more of the horse's seed drool out across his paw.

The squirrel looked down at his soaked fingers and then reached up, pulling the wadded underwear from Calem's muzzle, replacing it with his sticky fingers. "Here you go," he cooed, teasing his cum-covered fingers across the mix's drooly tongue.

Calem sucked in a breath through his maw before he got the strong taste of the horse's seed in his muzzle. He moaned pitifully and his lips sealed around Blott's fingers, sucking firm and swirling his tongue between them. He was so engrossed in what he was doing that he hardly noticed Blott pressing the head of his cock at his entrance before it suddenly sunk inside him.

The couple moaned out and Blott almost lost himself as he felt the horse's warm cum around his shaft, leaking back over his furry sac. It pooled out over the underside of Calem's tail as he bottomed out, flexing himself deep within his lover. He kept one paw on Calem's waist and the other paw gripped his jaw, moving his fingers against that wet tongue.

The squirrel was incredibly worked up and knew that he was on borrowed time as he began humping into the exhausted, drunk otter-dog beneath him. Calem's body slid on the slick tile only to be pulled roughly back onto Blott's shaft as he humped into him over and over. "Oooh, such a good boy tonight, weren't you?" he breathed, pinning down the otter's slippery tongue with his fingers.

Calem whined and his bound paws were pressed against the bathroom counter to push back against the squirrel. His cock bobbed above his chest as he was teased and fucked for the fourth or fifth time this night; he wasn't sure if he should count the last pair as one or two.

"Tay, you should pinch his nipples for me. I bet we can get him to cum from that if you help," he said, looking over at the marten girl with a sly grin.

The marten's ears perked up, face still red, and she looked down at Calem. "Me? Oh, yeah, but... he's such a mess..." she said with a chuckle, looking down at her paws. She stepped across the floor, stepping in a small puddle of seed, and hopped up to sit on the bathroom counter. She looked down at the pair and brought both her feetpaws down to the otter's chest, toes pinching down on Calem's nipples.

The otter-dog arched upwards and moaned around Blott's fingers, passage clamping down on the invading member. His own twitched and a weak spurt of pre landed in his belly button. The squirrel groaned and redoubled his efforts, pushing into the hybrid with wet slapping sounds as his balls smacked against the cum-soaked fur of Calem's tail. "Ooh, pinch him harder. I think he's getting there."

Tay gripped the counter with both paws, squeezing down more and turning a bit, feeling the metal studs between her toes as she pinched at the hybrid's sensitive nubs. Her own breath was a bit ragged, pulse quick as she watched and assisted. "Man, you guys never do this to me, you know," she half-complained with a nervous chuckle.

Blott glanced up at her and winked, looking back to the expression on his lover's face. Calem was sucking desperately at his fingers as if trying to take his whole paw into his muzzle. The squirrel could feel himself tipping past the edge and knew there was no holding back this time. "H-harder, Tay. Make him cum."

She obliged, pinching her toes together so hard on the otter's nipples that it made her feet ache. Calem's muzzle parted and he let out a bark around Blott's fingers as he came, hands free, for the third time that night. Long arcs of seed shot up over his chest and Tay's feetpaws took several hits, including the legs of her baggy pants.

Blott moaned as he watched his partner climax, his own tracing up through his body and out the head of his hooded cock. His body spasmed and his hips bucked a few times to plow deeper as he began unloading inside the mess of an otter-dog.

The squirrel pulled back after a few shots and his member sprang free, an errant strand of cum spraying up across the marten's foot paw, still pinching Calem's nipples. He grabbed himself and stroked fervently, soaking his boyfriend's cock in his own seed as he emptied his pent-up load among the rest of the seed already left there by others earlier that night.

Tay just sat on the edge of the counter, muzzle parted slightly as she watched the lovers on the floor. She released Calem's nipples and flexed her toes and paws, blushing heatedly and laughing to herself. "Well. I'll... I'll just leave the cleanup with you two," she said, clearing her throat. "Yeah. And um, have fun. I'm going to see if I can find any guys here as drunk as that one," she said, nodding to Calem before quickly exiting the bathroom.

Blott panted heavily and carefully crawled over his boyfriend, reaching down to unbind his wrists from his shirt. "That... was the most fun I've had at a party... ever."

Calem's arms relaxed and stretched out to either side of himself as he lay there in a puddle of several guys seed. He opened his mouth to speak, but his throat felt dry and his body was still tingling all over.

"How are you holding up? Doing okay?" Blott asked, leaning down to kiss the side of Calem's muzzle, tasting multiple guys there.

The otter-dog nodded and weakly brought his tired arms up to hug the squirrel to his chest, cum smearing into their fur. He groaned and and shivered, nuzzling into Blott's neck sleepily.

Blott chuckled, knowing that it would be a bitch to get the mess cleaned off of their fur, but more than worth it. "We can't sleep here. Come on. Let's get up and out of here... do you need me to get you some water?" he asked.

Calem grunted as the squirrel got off of him and helped him to his feet. His legs wobbled and he had to hold onto Blott for support or else fall over. "Mmm..." he rubbed the back of his neck, looking around and blinking tiredly. "Maybe another beer?" he asked.