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Bisexual night at the Rodeo was always interesting. Mongrel stepped through the double-doors of his favorite bar, and breathed in. The red boarhog grinned as the familiar scents of booze, smoke, and leather filled his snout. The hardwood floor creaked under the thud of his boots, the hog gazing through the smoky haze and dim lighting and taking in the sights. Many of the usual patrons were there; Mongrel was not the only one who played for both teams. However, he saw new faces, feminine faces, masculine faces, of all shapes and sizes. Some looked at home, others looked nervous, but all seemed to be enjoying themselves.

Wading through the crowd of bodies, Mongrel made his way to the bar where Hank was slinging drinks, as usual. The bull was in his full leather gear, harness, jockstrap, chaps, muscle bands. The works. He grinned as Mongrel approached.

"There ya are, porker, I was wonderin' when ya were gonna show yer face tonight," the black bovine chuckled, sliding a beer bottle down the bar to a vixen at the end. She grinned and waved, flashing the bull's tip before putting it down on the bar top. Hank collected it and thanked her.

"I wouldn't miss Bi-night fer all the cattle in Texas, Hank, ya know that," Mongrel chuckled, grinning around his tusks. His drink, bourbon, appeared before him without even needing to order. Hank knew him well.

"I didn't think ya would," the bull replied, folding his arms over his harness and leaning back against the shelves behind the bar. Mongrel watched him cast an eye over the crowd behind the hog. "Helluva turnout this time." he commented, having to half-shout over the southern rock that filled the leather bar.

Mongrel watched a curvy badger chick in a biker-style leather outfit walk by with what was probably her boyfriend. "Oh, I'll say," he replied, his blue eyes locked on the mustelid female's wide hips and rump. "Gawddamn..."

"Yeah, those biker chicks are all over," Hank answered, the gay bull paying less attention to the badger chick, and more to the wolverine biker she was walking with. "I guess one o' the gangs decided to have a kink night. I've seen more road leather tonight'n I have in years."

"I sure as fuck ain't complainin'," Mongrel chuckled, his eyes roaming the crowd. It was refreshing, seeing the new faces and the feminine forms in the crowd. Hank was right, most of them did appear to be bikers and their girlfriends, though Mongrel's keen gaze noted a few of them were definitely there on their own. One in particular caught his eye.

She appeared to be some hybrid of shark, her curvy form fit into a pair of leather pants, a leather jacket with road patches, and a tanktop. Her head was topped with a shock of white hair and two long, pointed ears. Her features were petite, sculpted more toward those of a seadragon than a shark. Her violet eyes were watching the crowd as a whole, and she hadn't noticed Mongrel admiring her from the bar. It wasn't often a lady as unique visited the Rodeo, even less so considering the bar was most of the time a hotspot for the gay leather and bdsm scene. The hog snorted, sipping his drink.

"Know anything about the shark gal over there, Hank?" the hog asked, gesturing with his glass toward her. Hank looked up from pouring a whiskey and soda, squinting through the crowd to locate the lady in question.

"Nah, ain't seen her before. I think she came in wit' some o' the bikers," the bull replied, slinging the drink and collecting his pay.

"Hmm," the hog grunted thoughtfully, watching the dim lights play over the shark girl's dark skin and her sandy colored markings.

As he did, Mongrel noticed the badger girl and wolverine from earlier walk up to the shark lady and begin speaking, offering her a drink. She spoke with them comfortably, and Mongrel surmised she knew them. He saw her shrug and shake her head, and then, her violet eyes seemed to catch on his gaze and meet Mongrel's steadily. She said something, and the wolverine and badger turned their heads to look Mongrel's way as well. The hog offered a smile, puffing out his chest a little in his flannel shirt and leather vest. He was wearing chaps, but his were his actual worn leather riding chaps from the ranch, his jeans faded and artfully ripped from use. He always tended toward the 'worker's' side of masculine. He tipped his drink to the girl, and then the three of them headed the hog's way through the crowd. Mongrel watched their approach casually.

The wolverine led the group, dressed similarly to the badger gal and the shark girl. Leather jacket with biker patches, road leathers. He had a pierced nose, several rings in his ears, and his leathers were studded with small conal studs. His hair was styled and cut into a short 'faux'-hawk between his ears. He was heavyset and broad, but not all that tall, being only a couple inches taller than the badger girl at his back. The rangy shark gal was taller than either of them.

"Hello there," the badger girl said as they reached Mongrel. She was curvy and busty, her own nose pierced, as was her tongue. She had a barbel in her brow, and a studded leather collar around her neck. Mongrel grinned back. "Heya, darlin', can I help you folks?"

"Yeah, you down for a fourway?" the wolverine asked, bluntly. The badger gal elbowed him roughly. "Jeez, Tommy, subtle," she growled, rolling her eyes.

"What?" the wolverine growled indignantly. "You saw him ooglin' Nevada, n' I saw him checkin' out yer ass when we walked by a bit ago. He ain't here fer the drinks, Rosie."

"Yeah, but it's Nev's first time, dumbass. Ya ain't gotta embarrass her," Rosie retorted, the female badger punching the wolverine on the shoulder roughly.

"It ain't her first time! We banged last night, you were there!" Tommy protested, bristling.

"Not her first time ever, stupid, her first fourway! Jeez, did they switch out yer balls and yer brains when you were born, holy fuck," Rosie growled, rolling her eyes again.

"Guys, relax, it's fine," Nevada, the shark gal, piped up. She smiled at Mongrel. "I saw you looking at me earlier. We came by to see if we could pick up a fourth for a little fun tonight, handsome. You interested? No strings attached."

Mongrel grinned. "I'm game," he snorted, finishing his drink. "Ya'll gotta place in mind or what?"

Nev blushed a little, but she nodded and smiled. "Wonderful. Yeah, we got a motel off Highway 271."

The hog chuckled. He had been to the motel they were talking about, more than once. It was the closest place to the Rodeo, so the motel saw plenty of action from the bar. "Ah, I know the place, I think."

"Great!" Nev said, as she reached into the inner pocket of her jacket and pulled out a room key. "Here, in case ya happen to get there before us."

"See ya there, darlin's, handsome," he grinned, winking at Tommy and Rosie, and giving Nev a pat on the ass as they walked away.

"Later, Hank," he said to the bull as he too started to leave, placing the money for his drink on the bar.

"Later, Mongrel. Don't have too much fun, but take me some pics o' that wolverine!" the bull called back.

"Will do, Hank!" Mongrel agreed, grinning.

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The motel off 271 wasn't the nicest place, it didn't really even have a name on the sign, but it was at least mostly clean, and blessedly free of roaches and bedbugs. It was like every other motel anyone has ever used for a quick night's romp, rooms with outdoor breezeways, same-y matched curtains and green painted doors with brass numbers. It wasn't new; the doors weren't even card-operated, so the key that Nev gave Mongrel was an actual door key with a faded gray room number attached to a plastic placard. The pothole-riddled parking lot was shiny with recent rain, and Mongrel pulled into one of the faded-lined parking spaces in front of the rooms. He knew whereabouts the room was going to be. No sooner than he did, a trio of motorcycles pulled into the parking lot from the opposite entrance.

Mongrel watched them park, the hog idly rubbing at his crotch through his jeans. His prick was already heavy with the prospect of the fourway he was about to enjoy. Rosie and Nev, and even Tommy were all his type in different ways. He wondered if Tommy had ever been with another man before, and his cock raged at the thought of being the first to break in the punk wolverine's backside. Though the hog's tool was eager for many things in that scenario, both male and female. He hopped out of his truck as the motorcycle riders got off their bikes.

"Find the place ok?" Rosie called, raising a hand in greeting.

"Oh yeah, this place might as well be m' second home," Mongrel chuckled, grinning around his tusks. "I been here more'n once from the Rodeo."

"Good, we weren't lookin' for an amateur," Rosie said, flashing a wry wink at the hog. Tommy, the wolverine, put his arm around her shoulders. "Yeah, we ain't interested in a one-pump-chump."

"Careful, glass house, don't throw no stones," Rosie teased, cupchecking Tommy playfully with the back of her knuckles. The wolverine jolted, grunting sharply. "Hey! Easy on the merchandise, fuck." he cupped his crotch. She laughed and smooched his cheek. "I thought you like it when I play rough?"

Tommy pinkened a little. "Well...yeah but...warn a guy, first." he stammered. Rosie smirked. "Where's the fun in that?"

Mongrel sidled over, smirking at the pair. "If you two lovebirds don't mind, it's chilly." He said, as he headed for the motel room door. The rest of the group followed in tow, Nev right behind them. They piled into the motel room, which was as anyone expected, exactly like every motel room anywhere. Two beds, generic comforters, dark colored carpet to not show dirt. Tiny dingy bathroom, packaged soaps, coffee packets, and ice bucket. Mongrel wasted no time in stripping off his vest and untucking his shirt from his pants.

"Let's git this cattle show on the road, eh?" he grumbled, grinning. That red flannel was quickly unbuttoned, revealing the hairy, pink and brown splotched chest and gut beneath. The bikers stared, and Nev blushed. "...wow..." she muttered. Mongrel grinned, and pulled his bicep, flexing it up next to his head.

"That's right, darlin', ya picked a blue ribbon hog here," he boasted, blowing out a lusty snort. "Just wait til I git m' pants off..."

More than just Nev's eyes were on the hog, even the wolverine was admiring Mongrel as he showed off. That just got the red boarhog grinning. With a little flex here and there, Mongrel continued to strip until the heavyset porcine was in nothing but his briefs. The white cotton of his underwear could barely contain the hefty column of his stout prick and the wide double-bulge of his fat, hairy hogballs. Nev and Rosie were swift to follow suit, and Tommy was right behind them.

The female badger and Tommy were both broadly built, Rosie's large breasts sporting pierced nipples and Tommy's girthy shaft topped with a pierced and uncut head. The wolverine was husky under his leathers, muscle topped with a bit of belly and thick powerful thighs. Rosie was curvy, her strong form hourglass shaped without the exaggerated skinniness of a supermodel. She looked like she could bear many healthy cubs with her wide hips, round, supple rump, and that perky pink flower between her thighs.

Nev however was built differently. Compared to the wolverine and badger, she was much more slender. She was still curvy, but her proportions tended to length, instead of width. Her legs were long and rangy, her fingers and arms willowy. She had dark skin marked with sandy highlights on her legs, arms and chest. She had a lengthy shark's tail connected to her plump, apple-shaped rump. Mongrel admired her as much as either of the other two, the hog blowing out a snort of eager lust.

"Damn, you three are a treat and a half! I dunno where to start," he exclaimed playfully, the hog dropping his underwear. His stiff, fat porker bounced up, leaking already with potent precum. Without wasting anymore time, he reached out and took Nev and Rosie in either arm, his large, calloused hands roaming their rumps. He heard Rosie sniff.

"Fuck, you smell good," she said, sniffing at the hairy rancher hog as her own hands started to roam his hairy gut and backside. Mongrel chuckled. "Cologne, a hard day's work, and a nice hot shower to thank fer that, gal," he said, his hands drawing little circles on the ladies' backsides. Nev gave him a little sniff, the shark gal getting a little more eager as the hog handled her. She was the first to reach down and cup the hog's hairy cods, rolling the fat mangoes in her palms. "Jeez, it's true what the say about hogs," she said, before dropping to her knees in front of Mongrel and burying her snout into the hog's weighty nuts. Mongrel snorted as the shark gal started to worship his hefty cods, her small tongue slurping the sweat from his balls eagerly.

"And here I thought she was gonna be a pretty flower to be plundered like a virgin," Mongrel chuckled, watching her lick his nuts and fondle them ardently. His prick bounced, leaking a heavy bead of precum from the attention. His keen snout picked up the scent of Nev's arousal, looking down in time to see her dampen her own thighs with lust as she worshipped him.

"She sure ain't, and neither am I!" Rosie growled, before kneeling behind Mongrel and parting his hairy cheeks to shove her snout into his ass and begin rimming his clean, yet musky hole. The hog jumped at that, even as Nev worshipped his balls. "Gawddamn, girl!" He shouted, shuddering happily as his prick throbbed. "Ain't never had a lady back there, mostly it's fellas that wanna piece o' my pucker!" Rosie's wide, pierced tongue dug deep, slurping over the hog's pucker and hairy crack as she ate him out.

"Well, shit, they took all the good parts, where's a fella supposed to go in this 'fourway'," Tommy grumbled, the wolverine's cock standing up stiff between his legs as he watched both of the women worship and pleasure the red boarhog. Mongrel grinned at him, opening his arm as Rosie ate his ass and Nev slobbered on his cods. "C'mon on in then, handsome, I got plenny t' go around," Mongrel offered, grabbing Tommy by his chest hair and dragging him in under his arm. He pressed his bristly, bearded snout to the wolverine's mouth, kissing him hard. The biker hadn't been expecting that, it seemed, the shock on his face only giving way to enjoyment after a few moments of the hog's smoky, bourbon flavored tongue exploring his mouth. The wolverine grunted, his paws clinging to the boarhog's broad chest as Mongrel's hand dipped over his hip to cup and squeeze at his rump.

"Hehe I got a spot fer ya, biker boy," Mongrel rumbled mischievously, as his other hand grabbed the wolverine by the scruff and swiftly shoved him under his arm and into his armpit. The biker male jerked in shock once more as the hog's musk assaulted him, Tommy squirming but not exactly forcing himself free as the hog held him there. Mongrel laughed, watching the wolverine's prick throb and leak before releasing him.

"Hehe I think he liked it," he teased, garnering a chuckle from the females as they slobbered and slurped. Nev moved her muzzle from the hog's nuts to lick the tip of his prick, gathering Mongrel's leaking precum on her tongue before slathering it across his cockhead. Holding Tommy by the ass, Mongrel dragged him back close and lined their cocks up side by side. "Why don'tcha give biker boy here a little love too," Mongrel said to Nev. She grinned and nodded. "If anybody is the flower here, it's him," she teased, before she took Tommy's cock in her hand and wrapped her lips around his cockhead. The wolverine groaned, finally seeming happy with his place in the fourway.

"I uh...ain't never really been wit' the males in these situations," Tommy grunted, looking over at Mongrel as Nev bobbed on his cock. She fondled the biker's heavy balls, tugging on them as she slurped his prick with her mouth and other hand. "Not...not that I ain't inta it, just..." he trailed off.

"Oh, so yer the shy wallflower at this party, eh?" Mongrel teased, his finger dipping between Tommy's buns to tease lightly over his hole. The wolverine gasped as the hog stroked over his asshole gently, teasingly. "Oh I think ya are, this here ring feels mighty tight..."

Tommy yelped, his backside clenching reflexively as he tried to squeeze the hog's digit out of his crack. "Ah! Virgin! Never--never had anything back there, easy!" he gasped, his cheeks actually turning pink. Behind Mongrel, Rosie freed her muzzle to laugh. She slapped Mongrel's ass before standing up.

"C'mere, boy," she growled as she grabbed Tommy by the scruff of the neck and pulled him away. "I'm gonna plant my flag before ya end up with too much hogcock in yer ass and can't sit yer bike straight for a week." she said, grinning. "Buuuuuut, before I do..." she added, before she pressed her lips to Tommy's mouth and kissed him. The wolverine balked, his eyes popping wide as the taste of hog musk flooded his mouth. Mongrel was clean, but his scent and sweat were still strong enough to make Tommy squirm as Rosie kissed him. His prick never softened, however, and Rosie tossed the wolverine onto one of the beds and mounted him cowgirl-style, her tight snatch sliding down his rigid tool smoothly as she bounced on him.

Laughing, Mongrel watched for a moment before he returned his gaze to Nev. She had switched back to his cock when Rosie had so rudely popped Tommy's shaft from her lips. She was bobbing on him, and Mongrel watched her jaws stretch around his girth appreciatively, his large, hairy-knuckled hands pushing her hair away from her face as she sucked him off. She plunged happily on him, slobber dripping down his shaft, and from her chin, as that fat porker drooled down her throat. Mongrel slapped his balls against her face a few times, plugging her throat with his meat, fingers knotted in her hair for a moment. Nev gagged, coughing, sucking in a breath around his prick wetly when he slowed down. "Aw fuck, girl," Mongrel groaned, blowing out a breath. He could feel her drool dripping off his balls. Nev moaned, pushing her head down his tool until she had the hog's entire spire down her throat, bulging it outwards. Mongrel grunted, watching her slot spasm as she gagged around his dick. The hog snorted, slowly pulling her off his cock and bending down to pick her up under her thighs. Nev squealed in surprise as the hog carried her to the bed, lying her on the opposite side of Tommy.

The wolverine was much happier it seemed in familiar territory, his paws holding Rosie's hips as he bucked up to meet her bouncing on his shaft. Nev watched him for a moment, before Mongrel's hot breath between her thighs made her shiver. The hog grinned up at her. "My turn, gal," he snorted, before burying his bristly, bearded snout into her dripping cunny. Nev arched her back, gasping as the hog started to eat her out. As Mongrel had done to her, she knotted her fingers in his hair, her thighs clenching around his head. "Oh fuck! Mongrel!" She snarled, the shark girl's tender slit gripping at his tongue as he flicked at her labia and swirled it around her clit. Her legs clung to him, grinding the hog's face into her crotch like a vice as she rode him.

"Damn, get it, girl," Rosie chuckled, watching, as Tommy's fat prick stretched her innards. She played with her own clit, stroking and rubbing to compliment Tommy's thrusts. Nev, while quiet, seemed to have no problem getting what she wanted from Mongrel. She barely let him come up for air, the shark girl's cunt smearing his beard and tusks with her juices as he devoured her as hungrily as she had his cock. Mongrel's thick member jutted up between his bristly thighs, the hog's shaft throbbing as he buried himself in the shark's scent and taste. His heavy nuts raged as he plunged his broad tongue into her, wriggling at her inner walls and feeling her clench against him.

"Oh yeah, eat that pussy, hog!" Nev groaned, biting her lip as she felt the pleasure rise up from her crotch to tingle along her skin. She rubbed her nipples, back arched to the ceiling as she ground her sex down on Mongrel's face. Mongrel rapidly frigged his tongue back and forth over her clit, bringing up a hand to rub two thick fingers into her slot and hook her G-spot at the same time. The orgasm hit Nev like a thunderbolt, her cry of pleasure echoing through the room as her cunny clamped down on Mongrel's fingers, undulating as the pulsations of orgasm ran through her. Her juices flowed over his fingers, soaking the bed, soaking his snout, as Nev came her brains out under the hog's ministrations.

Mongrel grinned as he heard the telltale moans coming from his left, the masculine grunts that came short and fast as Tommy shot his load into Rosie. Slurping his lips, he pulled back, watching Nev's pussy quiver and tremble. The hog stood up, seeing the thick smears of white coating Tommy's shaft. Rosie panted, looking down at him. "Just couldn't hold it wit' those two goin' at it, huh?" she teased the wolverine, raising herself off his cock to watch the thick, twitching wolverine shaft flop out of her and ooze cum onto his belly.

"It ain't like I can't go more'n once!" Tommy grunted defensively, wringing the dregs out of his shaft and shuddering. "Can't blame a guy with that porno soundtrack playin' in his ears over there." he shot a look toward the hog and shark girl, Nev having sunk back onto the bed just behind his head, Mongrel looming over her.

"Sorry, handsome, I ain't a hog who pulls his punches when it comes to gettin' off," Mongrel grinned, winking at Tommy as he licked Nev's juices from his lips and beard. "Just imagine what I can do wit' mah dick."

"He can imagine, I wanna find out now," Nev growled, the shark girl looking up at Mongrel forcefully from where she lay. "Fuck me, hogstud. I want that porker in me." she demanded.

"And you, hair-trigger, got work to do," Rosie growled, as she climbed up Tommy's body and sat her pussy on his face. "Nev already got hers, and so did you. Now I want mine!"

Tommy growled, but not a complaint as he shoved his mouth into Rosie's folds. He gripped her thighs with his paws, hungrily slurping at her with all the fervor he could muster. Rosie rewarded him with a happy moan. Mongrel, meanwhile, was slapping the head of his cock against Nev's folds, teasing her sensitive cunt with his girth. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him into her a few inches with a squeeze of her thighs. "I said now, hog!" She demanded, shivered as her innards tingled around the hog's fat tip. Mongrel grinned.

"Yes, ma'am," he indulged as he started to work his hips in and out. His thick spit drove in and out of her, stretching the tight shark's inner walls around his girth. She was slick, and she was hot, the orgasm having gotten her plenty ready for him. Nev gasped, panting and playing with her tits as the hog worked his shaft in. Mongrel's heavy balls brushed against the shark's inner thighs as he did, his powerful ass and thighs flexing. Nev's smoother, slender form writhed under his bulk, the boarhog starting to work up a rhythm as Nev fit his shaft. Soon those hairy nuts were slapping loudly against Nev, and the shark girl was arching against his body to meet his thrusts.

"Oh fuck yes, just like that!" Nev howled, riding him as much as he was fucking her. She squeezed his hips with her legs, the hog leaning forward onto the bed to press his hands into the mattress. He angled a leg up onto the comforter, getting the angle so that his fat shaft mashed up into her, hitting Nev's g-spot. She arched tighter against him, her arms wrapping around his bulk to grip at his back. Mongrel snorted in her ear, the hog hunching away with all the fervor of a horny beast. "Yeah, take that dick, girl, fuck...gonna breed ya, mah little sow," Mongrel groaned, his blue eyes watching Nev's face as he teased her. His breath flowed over her ear, making her tighten against him.

"Yes! I want it, give me all of it," Nev shouted, only to gasp as Mongrel shifted positions once more. He lifted her off the bed, her lighter frame making it easy for the large red boarhog to take her to the wall, slamming her against it as he continued to fuck. Rosie watched Mongrel's ass flex, his heavy nuts swinging between his spread thighs. She gripped Tommy's head tightly with one hand, driving him deeper as she watched Mongrel screw Nev stupid against the wall. She could hear Mongrel's hips and nuts smacking against the shark girl, hear her thudding against the wall even over their combined moans. Nev clutched to Mongrel for dear life, her cunt squeezing him, milking him on every thrust. Between Rosie's legs, the wolverine had cleaned up his mess, and was still going, his muzzle smeared with both his own and his girlfriend's combined fluids. The sticky strands clung to his whiskers and beard, the wolverine reminded to keep his focus by Rosie's strong hand on his head.

Mongrel glanced down, watching his fat, veiny shaft plunge in and out of Nev's tight cunny. He swore he could see her belly bulge around his girth, the head of his dick screwing deep with every thrust. He drilled her hard for a few strokes, smacking hard against her pubic bone and he felt her writhe and squirm against him, her fingernails digging into his neck and shoulder. She howled as he gutted her with that fat prick, his wiry-haired cods churning to pour out their torrent of potent hogspunk. Moments later, another orgasm racked the shark gal, her pussy spasming around Mongrel's prick as she came. That pushed the hog over the edge, Mongrel snorting hard as the cum boiled over in his balls. He plunged deep, hunching forward an inch or two as he pulsed a whitewashing of hog cum deep into Nev's innards. She squealed as he flooded her depths, filling her up and backwashing to drool down the hog's heavy, pulsing balls. The hog's orgasm however was far from finished. He kept bucking, his thighs clenching, ass flexing, as he continued to fill her up. More and more of his thick load washed back out of the shark dragon's pussy, beginning to form a puddle on the carpet between his feet.

"Holy fuck," Rosie groaned, watching Mongrel flood her friend, the badger gal finally peaking herself as she watched. She came hard around Tommy's tongue, riding the wolverine's snout until he was struggling to catch his breath, her eyes locked on Mongrel's potent balls twitching as he spurted.

Finally, the hog seemed to be backing down, his shoulders and back relaxing, and he regained enough control to walk Nev to the bed. He slowly, slowly, pulled out, and the rest of his load poured out to stain the bed and carpet beneath. The motel room reeked of his seed.

"Heh, hog balls never quit," he chuckled, looking at the mess he had made. He grinned, sweaty, and momentarily satisfied.

"They better not, cause I call dibs on round two," Rosie panted, flopping over next to Nev as the shark gal caught her breath.

"R-round three...?" Tommy piped up, the wolverine's dick rock hard once more as he looked over at Mongrel sheepishly.

Mongrel thumped his chest, grinning. "I got aaaalll night, my friends, an' plenny of gas in the tanks," he boasted proudly.

The End...?