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Pack #2: New Year's Party!

The first thing Dylan felt when he finally managed to stir awake was a throbbing, splitting migraine. Because of this, the poor bunny was unable to even open his eyes at first, merely letting his throat elicit a small, strained, pain filled groan. It took awhile for Dylan to even move around, letting his brain slowly boot up.

'Nnnghh... what happened..?' He began to think, trying to remember the events of the previous night, though with much difficulty. Through clouded thoughts and pangs of a horrible headache, the bunny began to recall the events little at a time. 'I... do remember coming to a house party...' He started in his mind, letting out a quiet belch, wincing in both pain and disgust as the aftertaste of alcohol bubbled up. 'Ah, right... New Years... it's 2022.' Soon, Dylan began to remember the events at the beginning of the party, wallowing in his hangover.

It all began when his friend, Sam, extended the offer towards him and his other friend, Toby. At first, the two were somewhat hesitant and cautious to join in, as they had never been to any sort of house party, college related or otherwise. "Are you sure we'll even be welcomed?" The bunny asked at one point.

"Of course, don't sweat it," Sam answered, waving his hands in reassurance. "The frat 'Omega-Phi-Delta' hosts this every year." Despite even more hesitation coming from the bunny and squirrel, due to having bad past experiences with a different frat, Sam continued on. "They allow anyone to come, and they even manage to swing some booze in there!" This statement did little to help ease the two into the situation.

"Uh, booze?" Toby began raising an eyebrow. "Isn't that kinda, uh, illegal?" He asked, earning a somewhat exasperated eyeroll from the otter.

"Yeah, we're 19, man. If we get caught with underage drinking, we could get kicked out of the school!" Dylan added on, worried that if he was expelled, his mom would be none too happy.

"Oh please, guys," Sam retorted. "Firstly, you don't _have_to drink once you get there. Secondly, they've been caught a few times before and _nothing_has happened. I think they just let us all have one night without really worrying about it." A few seconds passed with the otter putting a hand up to his chin, as if trying to think of something else to add on, in hopes of encouraging his new friends to join him. "Plus, plenty of hotties over there... maybe we'll all get lucky, huh?"

Hearing this, the other two guys seemed to grow more flustered. Dylan, naturally, felt somewhat embarrassed by that prospect, knowing that he really wouldn't know what to do in a situation like that, especially in public. Toby, however, seemed more interested by this point, his own blush growing on his cheeks. "H-heh, well uh... maybe then!" He answered, adjusting his glasses. "I do hear that these sorts of parties can get awfully... _promiscuous!_Maybe I could finally hook up with someone..." He mused, mostly to himself. This seemed to satisfy Sam though, smiling and giving a small nod, along with a little laugh.

"Hey, that's the spirit, Toby! I know there's a few chub lovers ready for ya," He teased, looking over to Dylan, who still appeared on the fence. "What say you, Dyl? Guarantee the moment you show off your own 'artillery', you'll be the center of the party." Sam teased, moving over to nudge the bunny in the side. Dylan responded by moving away, looking away with a small bashful look.

"I'm looking to avoid that, if you don't mind," Dylan replied, knowing that he'd be popular for all the wrong reasons, knowing his track record. The last thing he wanted was to enter the new year with the reputation of 'pervert who wears ridiculous undies'. Not that he didn't already have that reputation with others, but still...

The otter let out a bit of a sigh, pulling Dylan close, showing a more genuine smile to his friend. "Alright look, just stick close to me, okay? I'll help make sure nothin' bad happens, y'hear?" A few moments passed with the rabbit considering the offer.

"Yeah, it'll be fun! It'd sure beat being by yourself all night, wouldn't it?" Toby added in, wanting to be helpful. Thankfully, this seemed to help, as Dylan flashed a small smile back, sighing and shrugging.

"Eh, what the hell, I'm in," He finally said, earning a few claps on the back from the otter.

"That's the spirit! We can all head over together around eight or nine or so," Sam stated, with the other two agreeing on said time.

The time soon came, and the group of three found themselves being ushered into the rather crowded mansion that housed the fraternity. Dylan could already tell that more than half of the partiers were already incredibly hammered, if the shouting and incredibly loud laughing was any indication. Hell, he even noticed a few already passed out on the floor or a couch! The loud music did little to help settle his nerves, as the heavy bass that rumbled the entire building was more than enough to get him shaking a little.

Fortunately for him, Toby and Sam stayed close, making sure that no one in the group got lost in the rather crowded house. While the squirrel had to cover his ears for a moment, not being too fond of the boosted house music, Sam didn't seem too deterred by it, already finding himself grooving to the beat. "Whatcha guys think?" He said, having to shout over the music and other party goers.

"It's kinda loud!" Dylan called back, looking around to make sure they didn't bump into anyone else.

"_Really_loud!" Toby responded, barely able to hear anything his other friends were saying.

"Yeah, you're not wrong," The otter admitted, leading the other two to a different area. The music died down somewhat and it was far less crowded. It seemed as if the room they were just in was a designated dance floor. Right now, they were in the kitchen, with a lot more arm room, and a lot more booze, out in the open for whoever was in the mood for any. "That's more like it. Look, they even have drinks set up!" Sam said, wasting no time in gathering a few bottles of beer for the group.

Again, Toby and Dylan were hesitant, though probably a lot less than they were before arriving. "Are you sure this is legal?" Dylan asked skeptically as he held the bottle Sam passed over to him. Looking it over, it was a simple lager.

"Guys,trust me! It's a party, live a little!" The otter explained, already opening his up and letting the cap fall to the ground.

"Hrm..." Toby said, also skeptical, hearing Dylan slowly do the same in opening his drink. "Never really had beer before, so this could be a learning experience..?"

"That, plus it'll help us relax, I guess," The bunny added on. Once the squirrel also opened his drink, Sam clinked their bottles together, winking and sticking his tongue out.

"Cheers then, fellas!" Was all he said before starting to down his drink, almost effortlessly. Toby and Dylan soon began to sip on their drinks as well. It didn't take but a few seconds for the two to realize that the beer.. tasted terrible. They swallowed thickly, putting on noticeable expressions of disgust.

"Urgh..." Toby belched out, covering his mouth as he did.

"Tastes like... nasty bread soda..!" Dylan added on, the aftertaste making his face scrunch up. Sam didn't seem too offended by their statements, merely shrugging as he held up his half empty bottle.

"Yeah, never cared for this brand. I'll get some real liquor into you guys soon," Sam prompted, giving a sly smile to the other two as he leaned in closer. "...but first, I want you two to observe around the room a little," He prompted. The thin rabbit and chubby squirrel did just that, with Dylan feeling brave enough to have a second, much smaller, sip of his beer.

Despite the room being far less crowded than the main area, or any other room in the mansion (as far as they knew), Dylan did in fact notice that the three of them were probably the only guys hanging around the kitchen at the moment. Meanwhile, there were at least nine or ten other girls hanging around, talking with each other, and even sneaking a peek over to the group of boys that just entered. In the bunny's opinion, they didn't seem to make too strong of a first impression, if their previous first taste of alcohol was any indication. It didn't seem as if any of them cared (_especially_not the lesbian couple making out in the corner).

Toby's eyes were glued to the couple, naturally, gulping and tugging on his shirt collar a little. "J-jeez, they're really goin' at it, huh?" He stated, watching as the larger, more dominant wolf lady groped the goat girl's ass from under her jeans. Dylan did his best to not stare, knowing that it'd be rather intrusive to watch... though they didn't seem to give a damn who saw them. Sam snickered as he wrapped an arm around Toby, encouraging him to take another swig of his beer (which he did rather reluctantly).

"And that could be you guys!" Sam teased, moving the squirrel's attention over towards a small gaggle of three girls, one Irish Setter, a short sheep girl, and a rather chubby, curvy badger. The latter of which was eyeing over the chubby nerd with an interested gaze. "See, Tobester? That girl definitely wants to get to know ya better!"

Toby's eyes widened as he looked to the girl, his face burning hotter as he felt his erection grow in his pants, squirming around somewhat. "R-really?! B-but I dunno the first thing-" He began, being cut off as the otter started to be walked towards them by the otter.

"I'll be your wingman," Sam insisted, giggling a little as he watched his squirrel friend squirm around in a flustered manner. Of course, this left Dylan rather confused, trailing behind them a little. He couldn't help but feel a little lost, as he wasn't that social either.

"Um, I don't mean to put a damper on things, but what about me?" Dylan asked, feeling more and more awkward. The otter turned towards the rabbit, a more mischievous look growing on his face.

"I don't think you need any more help getting girls, Dylly," He snickered, jolting his head in a direction that was behind Dylan. "Besides, looks like you've_already_ got a girl on your tail." With that, the otter lead Toby towards the other girls, leaving an even more confused and flustered rabbit.

"Huh..?" Dylan asked aloud, slowly turning around. Sure enough, he saw a familiar white rabbit girl with platinum blonde hair and blue streaks, wearing a grungy jacket, a torn tank top, and ripped black jeans. She was holding a glass of some form of drink, and was staring the rabbit down with a large smile and a lustful gaze. Immediately, the bunny felt his cheeks burn, recognizing the girl as the clerk who got 'up close and personal' with him in Spicy's, a store that specialized in novelty gifts and sex toys. Needless to say, he felt his pants start to grow tight as he slowly and nervously walked towards the expectant bunny girl, swigging some more of his beer, trying to ignore the flavor.

Back in the present day, the hungover bunny started to feel his real shaft start to stiffen up, albeit very slowly. At first, Dylan thought he would feel the familiar constriction of his pants or his cottony underwear. However, as his large 20 inch erection kept growing, he felt no such thing. Keeping his eyes shut, the boy shifted his hands over his body. The first thing he noticed was his arms bumping into something... fuzzy? It was rather solid, though also soft. Not feeling up to opening his eyes yet, he just imagined it was a pillow or something similar, instead shifting his hands to his body. Feeling over his chest, his hips, his thighs, and eventually his oversized cock, Dylan realized that he was wearing absolutely nothing.

'N-naked..? Must've passed out after coming home... god, I hope I undressed _ after __leaving the party..!'_He thought to himself, his thoughts drifting back to the past, biting his lips in hopes that he didn't do anything _too_humiliating. Of course, his memory was still foggy, so a few details were missing from his memory.

What Dylan did remember was sitting beside the rabbit clerk, who slid right next to the boy. "Glad to see ya again, Dyl!" The girl giggled, her cheeks a small shade of pink. If he could tell anything from her breath, than she had already helped herself to a few glasses of something stiff. Despite the fact that she was noticeably tipsy, the boy seemed a little more confused, mostly by her presence of familiarity that he had felt before.

"Uh, hey again..!" He greeted awkwardly, looking around as he pondered about things to say. "So uh, I didn't catch your name last time we spoke," Dylan said, earning a raised eyebrow from the girl. Instantly figuring he said something wrong, he hurriedly added, "I-I mean, we got so caught up, uh... d-doing um... t-the changing room..." He stuttered on, not knowing how to really continue without bringing up memories of the bunny fondling and rubbing his fat cock.

Fortunately, the girl shook her head, letting out a small snort. "Man, have you been drinkin' too much already, or is your memory _that_bad?" She joked, looking into his eyes earnestly. After a few seconds of dumbfounded silence from the boy, she sighed and set her drink down. "C'mon, Dyl..! We were tight in high school!" She began.

"High school..?" Dylan murmured, beginning to grow more and more aware of the girl sitting right beside him. "Wait... now that I think of it..."

With a sly, smarmy grin, the girl rabbit replied with, "No relation to Phil Collins, remember?~"

Almost instantly, Dylan's eyes lit up, widening as a large smile grew on his face. Soon, his arms wrapped around the girl, pulling her nice and close to his body. "Cutie! I can't believe it! It's great to see you again!" He exclaimed, with the bunny girl hugging him back just as tightly, giggling in a giddy manner as she rubbed her cheek against his own.

"Hey, great to see you too, big guy!" Cutie laughed, enjoying the warmth Dylan gave off. It took quite a bit of willpower for the tipsy bunny to not instantly start straddling the boy's lap, although she certainly wasn't opposed to the idea of doing so. Dylan's face flushed a little darker as he soon realized that it was his old classmate who fondled and measured his fat dick in the changing room! He felt his rod begin to stir and shift around some, signaling Dylan to let go of the girl before it escalated any further.

Wanting to get his mind off of his growing boner, the boy let go of his friend, who sat back in her seat, looking up at him eagerly. "I had no idea you came to this school!"

"Oh, I don't go here, actually," She replied nonchalantly, momentarily confusing Dylan. "I just like coming to parties. Maple Ridge has all the best ones! Plus, until a few days ago, I had no idea you came here, either," Cutie responded, taking another sip of her drink, prompting Dylan to do the same. "By the way, your new sleeve is on it's way," She cooed, laughing again as she nudged her hips against the other rabbit's.

Dylan cleared his throat loudly, feeling as if she was speaking a bit too loud. He just hoped that the nearby group of friends whispering to each other wasn't talking about him. "H-hey, so uh, whatcha been up to? Aside from working, that is?"

At this question, Cutie gave a simple, nonchalant shrug. "Oh, not much. Just chillin', drifting along as usual,," She replied. "What about you? Gettin' up to any trouble lately?" She asked, giving a knowing smirk as her cottony tail waggled eagerly behind her.

Again, Dylan remained quiet, laughing nervously as he recalled his past, 'infamous' incidents. Wanting to remain secretive about them, he merely shrugged and rubbed his head, turning away and finishing off his beer. "Oh... nothin' too out of the ordinary," He stated, trying to keep a neutral tone. At this point, even though the taste of the beer wasn't that great, Dylan could still feel the effects of it someone. He felt a little more lightheaded, yet also more relaxed.

Cutie wasn't sure how to take that answer, though she did take notice of his empty bottle. The bunny set her glass down and reached over, grabbing the nearest alcohol bottle (which turned out to be vodka) and an empty glass. "How's about somethin' stronger, Dyl?" She asked, pouring a small amount of liquid into the glass and sliding it towards her friend.

The boy curiously looked it over, sniffing the inside before gagging a little. "Damn, are you giving me watered down hand sanitizer?" He joked, feeling his stomach turn just a little already. Cutie laughed at this, shaking her head.

"Hard to believe, but no, it's not," The girl bunny replied. "Just shoot it back and gulp it as quick as you can," She explained, doing her best to not make a 'that's what she said' joke. It seemed as if Dylan was trying to do the same, as he held back a few snickers.

"Well, here goes nothin'..." Dylan sighed, taking a deep breath before shutting his eyes and shooting back the vodka. Thankfully, he swallowed the shot with little issue, though the aftertaste was enough to make him audibly gag and choke slightly. "Ech!" He coughed, earning a few more giggles from the lady bunny before she slid a bottle of water in his direction.

As he quickly chugged down some water, Cutie finished off her drink as well, becoming slightly more tipsy. Even Dylan was starting to feel the effects of the stronger booze, loosening up quite a bit. His voice became somewhat louder, becoming more open and friendly with his old high school friend.

In fact, Cutie poured the two of them another few drinks as they began to catch up on past events! Some time (and plenty of vodka) would pass between the two, with only a few small blurbs of words being remembered by the naked, hungover bunny. "Dude, like, I can't_believe_ your mom's parta the Milf Team!" Cutie cackled, gently pushing Dylan as she unabashedly leaned against his chest. In his inebriated state, the male bunny didn't care that she was practically rubbing up against him. He didn't even seem to care about the fact that she was bringing up his mom's newest career as a lingerie model!

"Oh god, please don't call it that," He groaned, earning more giggles from his friend. "By the way, did ya recognize that mouse woman on there? I can't quite put my finger on who she is."

"Oh that's Cindy's mom," Cutie answered casually, pretending as if she couldn't feel Dylan's bulge bump against her body, most likely at the thought of the curvy woman. Once more, the male bunny looked surprised, smiling down at Cutie.

"That's right! How is that little nerd doin', anyways?" Dylan giggled, remembering only fond memories of her. Well, that and the time she accidentally walked in on him changing. Usually, he'd try to move it out of his mind so that his dick didn't become too obvious, but with all the booze he had been drinking, he decided to not really care, allowing his pants and underwear to bulge out rather obscenely.

Cutie, naturally, seemed to get comfy, rubbing her perky rear against him, almost casually. Despite the small gasps and moans of pleasure coming from Dylan, she merely answered his question, continuing their conversation. "Why not ask her yourself, huh? She does online classes for this school! I know she's been askin' about ya too," She said, peeking up with a big grin. "Y'know she had the biggest crush on you, right?"

"Really?" Dylan asked, getting a bit of a small smirk on his face. He couldn't help but believe this, as the mouse girl always loved being as close to him as Cutie did. Even the girl bunny couldn't help but roll her eyes at this statement, figuring that it was completely obvious. He'd have to ask for her number...

At this point, a very inebriated Sam showed up, wearing nothing but his pants, which were unbuttoned slightly. His hair was messy as well, showing that he himself had gotten into something fun. Toby was nowhere to be found, however. "Well hey, toldya ya didn't need my help, Dyl!" Sam laughed, eagerly slapping his back. He couldn't help but notice how the bunny had been drinking a lot as well, if his red face and the nearly empty bottle of vodka meant anything.

"Yo, Sammy, how's it hangin'?" Dylan shouted out eagerly, raising his glass before finishing it off. It was clear that, by this point, neither one of the bunnies was sober. "Where'd Toby run off to?"

"Oh, he's being smothered by a badger's fat ass upstairs," He answered, laughing a bit. "All it took was a bit of my charm, some liquid courage, and she was all over him!" At this point, the otter raised an eyebrow, pointing to Cutie, who was obviously straddling the bunny's lap. "Speakin' of which..?"

Dylan's ears perked up as he turned to Cutie, who lifted up a peace sign to the otter. "Oh right, this is Cutie! She's an old friend from my high school," He explained.

"Sup?" She greeted simply, giving a cocky smirk to Dylan. "And 'old friend', huh? Guess only the bestest of pals rub their fat cocks against their friend's asses, huh?" She teased, lifting her face up close to his, as if challenging him. Of course, since he was just as drunk as she was, Dylan responded by pushing his lips against her's. This surprised her, though only momentarily. After all, there was no denying that she really liked the boy as well, which is why she allowed him to initiate a sloppy, yet deep smooch.

After pulling away, Dylan panted out, "Maybe by the end of tonight we can be best friends~" He giggled, feeling bold enough to push his hips against Cutie's rear. She was very excited by this, if her lustful giggling was any indication. By this point, Sam laughed and nodded, turning away.

"Well, don't let me stop you guys!" He began, only to be pulled back! In an action that surprised everyone, including Dylan, the male bunny had set his drink down and pulled the otter closer to himself and Cutie, tugging him into an open seat.

"Where ya goin? We were just startin our fun!" Dylan giggled drunkenly, now pushing his lips against Sam's! It took a few more seconds for the otter to get comfy, though it was clear he wasn't resisting that hard.

"Mmmph?! Hmmf... mmmh~" Sam cooed, eagerly making out with his bunny friend. Cutie cackled at his, though seemed to find herself blushing a bright crimson at the sight.

"Damn, Dylly, a threesome?! Aren't you a bold one?~" Cutie giggled, taking the time to reach for a different liquor bottle, pouring out something for all three of them.

In his bed, Dylan groaned as his eyelids finally found enough energy to slowly open, the light of the room nearly blinding him. His cock was still rock hard between his legs, though he did nothing about it for the time being. His headache took precedence over his erection, for the time being. Oddly enough, he couldn't remember much else after all that. "Must've blacked out, or somethin..." He groaned to himself.

"Ugh, I'll say..." Groaned another voice in his bed. It took a few minutes for the voice to register in Dylan's brain, although as soon as it started shifting around and sitting up did the bunny realize that the brown fur and the rather toned, half naked body belonged to Sam! Much like Dylan, he was suffering from a hangover as well, though probably not as bad as the rabbit's. "Helluva night, though, big guy...~"

His eyes widened suddenly, sitting up and turning his attention to the right, immediately wincing as a surge of pain shot through his entire cranium. "Sam- uuurgh..! W-what're you doin' in my bed..?!" He grumbled out. In all honesty, he really didn't mind that the otter boy was in bed with him, even if the two were naked. After all, he had a really nice body, one which Dylan couldn't help but be envious of, considering the fact that he considered himself a slender, skinny, feminine twink of a rabbit. Instead, it was more like he was surprised to even find his friend in his bed, wearing nothing but tight fitting, white boxer briefs.

Upon hearing his question, Sam merely giggled, keeping a head on his forehead, going through a migraine of his own. "Uh, you dragged me here with ya, Dylly. Dontcha remember?" He asks curiously. His question was met with silence, as the rabbit tried his best to try and remember any events past what he already recalled. A few more moments passed with Dylan saying nothing, as Sam slowly moved off the side of the bed, sitting on the edge as he rubbed his eyes. "Man, last night you were a party animal, bud! I knew you would be the center of attention somehow!" He laughed quietly.

At this statement, Dylan sat a bit more upright, using his hands to try to hide his oversized erection. "Wait, what?" He asked aloud, not remembering anything of the sort happening.

"Oh man, you really don't remember, do you?" The otter asked, looking slightly puzzled, and even a little concerned. "Man, you should check your limits next time you go drinking," He stated, reaching for his phone. As Dylan tried to wrap his pulsating head around that sentence, Sam had already pulled up some random video on his phone, showing the glowing screen to the rabbit. "I think all your questions will be answered with this little video..." He said, watching the rabbit cautiously. Sure, last night was fun, but he didn't really want to make fun of him in a mean spirited way.

Despite this, as well as his migraine, Dylan's eyes adjusted to the glow of the screen watching the video. The title of the video being, ironically, "Hyper-Cocked Bunny Slut With Fat Ass Exposes Body For Entire College Party!" Even without seeing the video, the poor rabbit knew what was about to come, and it wouldn't be anything flattering. Without waiting much longer, Sam began the video.

Immediately, he could tell that it was taken by someone else in the party. The shaky camera was obviously taken from someone's phone, and the lighting was only saved by the multicolored neon strobe lights that were going off. Otherwise, it wasn't easy to tell what exactly was going on. Regardless, Dylan could certainly make out the main three figures dancing in the middle of the camera. To the left was Cutie, who was already shirtless, laughing eagerly as she danced around in a white bra, letting her perky B-cup sized breasts bounce slightly. Her hands were up Dylan's shirt, who was in the middle of the shot. He was also dancing, and seemed to be just as energetic as anyone else who happened to be at the party that night. Cutie was sliding his shirt off of his chest, exposing himself, yet he did nothing to stop her, and even encouraged it! To the right was Sam, who was still as shirtless as Dylan remembered him being, also shaking his hips and dancing around. His hands, however, were around the male bunny's hips, slowly wiggling his pants down.

"Whoo! C'mon, Dyl, show everyone your 'sexy' undies!" Whistled the drunken voice of the otter, barely audible through the cheering, laughter, jeering, and whistling of the rest of the crowd, who was doing nothing but dancing along to the music and watching the three get nice and cozy with each other.

"Yeah, Dylly, let everyone see your cute lil alien briefs!~" Cutie giggled, watching as the otter let Dylan's pants drop. Instead of doing the predictable action of squealing like an embarrassed schoolgirl and hiding himself, the male rabbit merely kicked off his pants, allowing himself to dance in nothing but a pair of specially designed briefs, courtesy of his own mother. They were white, but patterned in various spaceships and stars, with the words 'BUNBURY BOTTOMS' being displayed proudly on the waistband in bold, purple letters.

"Exshcuse me, but these're spaceships, honeybuns~" Dylan laughed loudly, unabashedly letting his oversized dick bounce and flop around humorously in his underwear. The crowd was quite pleased by this action as well, if the catcalling that was picked up meant anything.

"O-M-G, lookit that guy!"

"Is that swangin' thang even real?!"

"Nah, bet he stuffed his dumb little undies with a kielbasa sausage!"

"Nuh-uh, man, he's definitely packin' somethin', do you _see_the size of his nuts?"

"Doesn't explain his stupid tiny briefies! Hahaha, like, grow up!~"

"I know, right? Like, what is he, twelve? Put on some boxers like a real man!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Cried a voice, which also sounded quite familiar, though Dylan couldn't quite catch. He was far too busy feeling embarrassed, as he was video-taped dancing in his underpants. "I think they're hot as fuck!"

"Okay, girl, calm yourself..." Said another girl's voice, much more quite and subtle than the rest of the laughing, cheering party goers. Regardless of what anyone said, the two bunnies and otter continued to dance haphazardly, without caring who saw them.

At this point, Dylan's face was covered by both hands, groaning loudly. Not just out of pain, but also out of humiliation. Sam gave a comforting pat on his shoulder, doing his best to look as apologetic as possible. After doing so, the otter scrolled through the long video, fast forwarding through a bunch of dancing. At one point, he let the video continue on, watching with Dylan as the rabbit began to_twerk_!

Seeing the bunny's flabbergasted face, the otter tried to loosen him up, nudging his arm with his elbow. "Heh, didn't know you even knew how to do that."

"I didn't even know I could!" The boy yelled out, watching as Cutie slapped his ass playfully, with Sam grinding his own rear against Dylan's oversized tent. Apparently, the boy rabbit hadn't decided to take his undies off quite yet. "How drunk was_I to even get on the dancefloor, let alone start twerking. _In my underwear!"

"More than enough," Sam answered, fast-forwarding yet again. "I think the best part, personally, is right about... here," He continued, stopping the video at another random point, nearing the end of the video. As Dylan watched, he felt his face burn even brighter, his own erection throbbing from excitement upon seeing his own actions play in front of him once more. The otter couldn't help but suppress a small smile, even if his own friend looked mortified at what unfolded on the phone.

Dylan was now twirling and spinning his underwear in the air, as if he was a stripper, hooting and hollering with the rest of the crowd. Cutie and Sam remained shirtless, with their pants on, though both couldn't help but keep grinding their bodies against his raging hard-on, which stood straight upwards. The crowd was even louder than before, enjoying the sight of the naked bunny as he spun around his own briefs. "Whoever catches these gets ta' keep 'em!" He yelled out, slurring a little as he stumbled a little over his own oversized rabbit feet. In between the whistles and laughs of the rest of the partiers, Dylan let his underwear fly off of his finger, not caring where they ended up.

At this point, Dylan continued to dance and twerk in the video, letting his exposed, oversized erection bounce around without a care, as a few people started to clamber over his briefs. The camera seemed to finally shift into the thick of the crowd, as a couple of other partiers began to bring up their newest 'treasure'. Specifically, it was a rather buff cat man with a smaller, thin poodle lady, most likely his girlfriend.

"Yooo, check it, I caught his dumb lil panties!" The cat laughed, stretching them out with two thumbs.

"Hahaha, holy shit! You should, like, blackmail him or somethin'!" The poodle girl cackled, doubling over her knees to keep herself stable. Again, it didn't seem like there was anyone at the party who was sober.

"I'm totally gonna do tha- HOLY SHIT!" Out of nowhere, a third student came out of seemingly nowhere, growling loudly, almost snarling as they effortlessly tackled cat to the ground. Due to how fast they were going, it was hard to tell who exactly did it, but they even managed to knock the poodle girl over, who shrieked out as she fell to her butt. Needless to say, most of the video became a blurred mess, as most of the surrounding partiers were now yelling and cheering on the sudden wrestling match. Again, while Dylan couldn't tell who initiated it, he could tell that the voice was still vaguely familiar, having spoken earlier in the video.

"Gimme gimme _ gimme gimme GIMME! _" They growled out, almost desperately.

"Damn, chill out I was jokin! OW, LET GO, THAT'S MY HAIR!"

As Dylan could only stare in shock, saying nothing, Sam soon turned his phone off, tossing it to the nearby nightstand.

"Yeah, the rest of the video kinda devolved into chaos after that," He says, watching as the bunny turns his gaze to him. "Now, to answer your inevitable question, yes, I did help walk ya home after all this, with you insisting that I spend the night in your bed with ya."

Dylan looked at his room, seeing that it was somewhat of a mess. He didn't even want to know how he managed to get his keys and phone back here, considering the fact that he didn't see any of his clothes from the previous night. "Well, uh... thanks for helping me, I think..." The bunny gulped, using one hand to keep his 20 inch dick in between his thighs, his face still blushing heavily. "...what happened with Cutie?"

At this question, even Sam seemed unsure, as he rubbed the back of his head. "Uhhh... not sure... I remember her passing out on the couch, though not before puking all over the floor..."

"Damn," Dylan responded, taking a deep inhale. He was (hopefully) lucky to have not gone through all of that. "And Toby?"

"Who's to say?" The otter answered with a cheeky grin. "That girl he hooked up with probably ain't gonna let go of him anytime soon."

"God..." Dylan groaned, rubbing his head with his hands. In an effort to help comfort him, Sam hugged the boy, giggling and flushing a little as he rubbed his chin against his face.

"Hey, cheer up, Dyl, we had loads of fun! Plus, I highly doubt anyone's gonna remember this, unless they see the video. And that's_if_ they remember to share it. We kinda went all out, remember?" The bunny, regardless of his feeling of humiliation, did in fact feel comforted by the otter, sighing and hugging back, feeling his body with his hands. He tried to ignore the fact that their erections (was he hard in his boxer briefs?) were rubbing against each other.

"Hope you're right... I'd hate to see what happens if the twins see that video... or worse, Sal and his cronies... or even worse, my siblings... or my mom!" Dylan rambled, starting to panic. Sam rubbed his back, shushing him gently and laying him back into the bed.

"Shhhh, take a chill pill, Dyl," He offered soothingly, idly running his hand through Dylan's thick, brown hair, almost lovingly. Instantly, the bunny sighed, leaning into his palm, shutting his eyes.

"Mmmph...~" He cooed, feeling his stiffy stir up once more, almost comedically pointing upwards.

"Good boy," Sam giggled, smooching him on the cheek. "Let's just... rest here until we feel up for movin' around, kay?"

"Okay..." Dylan yawned, finding himself drifting off to sleep once more. He knew a nap would help with his headache, as well as his embarrassment. While he couldn't erase what happened last night, as least he got to catch up with his friend... and grow closer to Sam. Dylan just began to wonder how far their relationship would even go, and if anyone else would grow envious over it.

Pauline slowly sat up in her bed, yawning and groaning under her breath. Sure, she might not have celebrated as hard as the rest of the campus did, but she still had enough alcohol to make her feel woozy and lightheaded, not to mention a little bit nauseous. Despite her messy hair, the fox girl got out of bed, wearing nothing but a simple pair of pink panties and a large oversized t-shirt for pajamas.

As she did, she turned her attention to her roommate, who was still fast asleep. At first, she wanted to slap Dana on the ass, just as punishment for getting herself into a bit of trouble, despite being the one to be skeptical about going to the New Years party! Hell, even when she managed to convince her to join, she had to end up dragging her off of another party-goer after she tackled him! Dana could not hold her alcohol whatsoever.

However, she couldn't help but snicker to herself, putting her hands over her snout to hide her giggle fit. "No, Pauline, I don't wanna go to the party tonight..." She mocked under her breath, recalling how hesitant the giraffe was when extended the offer of going with her.

For one, Dana was laying in nothing but a pair of underwear, which Pauline instantly identified as the pair Dylan was wearing at the party. "Man, you really like this boy, dontcha?" She said to herself, giggling a the sight of the giraffe girl, face down, ass up in the air, a pair of spaceship patterned briefs fitting nice and snug over her wide hips and fat booty. "Not that I can blame ya... he really is hung like a horse, huh?"

Dana snored carelessly, sleeping through her fox friend's small ramble. As if to help add on to Pauline's case, the giraffe was straddling and snuggling against a dakimakura of Dylan. How she managed to get a hold of it, she had no idea, though Pauline imagined it had to involve losing quite a bit of dignity.

If there was one thing she didn't expect from her wallflower friend, however, it was how strong she really was. Even without booze to help influence her anger towards defending her crush (and forcibly snatching his underwear from an unware party-goer), the fox could tell that the giraffe was holding back quite a bit under her quiet demeanor. She was just lucky that Dana tended to be nice and soft-spoken, as opposed to viciously angry and defensive. "Guess the punk rock clothes really do suit you..." Pauline mused, heading over towards the bathroom. "Rest up, girl, you've got a long hangover ready for ya..."

Dana didn't seem to wake up, nor really register anything that her friend was saying, instead giggling under her breath as she snored. "Snnnz... hehehe_..._ jiggle that fat bubble butt, Dylly...~" She cooed dreamily, grinding against her body pillow as she slept. "Make that bunny girl slap your tush harder_... harder!~_"

Apparently, she was still dreaming about last night... with favorable results, if the damp spot growing in the crotch of Dylan's briefs meant anything. "C'mon.. shake that fat hog more! Mmmf... better yet, shove it down my throat... I can take it, I promise!~" Dana snored. She wasn't gonna wake up for a _long_time.

Cindy sat outside of a small little bistro, looking at her smartwatch. The mouse girl was still dressed up for work, apparently having been on her lunch for at least thirty minutes. It wasn't until she noticed a disheveled, sunglasses wearing rabbit girl stumble her way to the outdoor table that her friend was seated on, holding a half empty cup of coffee, which came from a different store. While feeling relieved upon seeing her friend, she still couldn't help but snort out derisively. "Ugh, finally! I don't mean to be snippy, Cutie, but this is the fifth day in a row you were late to our lunch meetup!"

"Happy New Year to you too, squeaks..." Cutie grumbled, flopping noisily into a chair, taking a long gulp of her coffee. Cindy rolled her eyes behind her thick glasses, sighing as she tried to calm herself.

"Sorry, sorry... happy New Year," She greeted back, the rabbit girl smiling a little as she sat in silence. "I take it from your shades that you partied a little too hard last night?" She prompted, sipping at her own cup of coffee.

"Yeah, you could say that... danced around, puked everywhere, and passed out, the usual celebration stuff," She said, turning towards a waiter, who had just showed up as Cutie sat down. Without even taking the menu offered to her, Cutie lifted a hand and stated, "Something fatty and eggy, please... and I'm not talkin' about my bf," She added, chuckling and snorting at her own joke.

Despite the rather disgusted look on the waiter as he hurried off, Cindy tilted her head curiously, nibbling at a small sandwich she had ordered a few minutes prior. "Bf? Did ya hook up with someone at the party?"

"Mmmmhmm," Cutie nodded, a grin slowly growing on her muzzle as the mouse's interest piqued up. "Well, unofficial bf, but he might as well be. We did make out... and he did show me his body~"

Upon hearing this, the mouse girl meeped and blushed, looking bashful as she twirled a few stray hairs around one of her forefingers. "Did it, uh... happen to be-"

"Dylan? Hell yeah," Cutie answered, laughing some as the mouse stiffened up, looking embarrassed, and somewhat envious.

"No way, he was at the party?!" She squeaked out, soon crossing her arms and huffing a little. "Man... the one time I decide to stay home for New Years..."

"Squeaks, ya shoulda seen him!" The bunny girl giggled, reminiscing about last night. "He was so drunk, he began making out with me and some other dude," She began, enjoying the rather embarrassed, if interested look that Cindy was giving her.

"Another guy?" She insisted, biting her lip. Sure, Cindy knew better than to perv out about perverted fantasies in public... but his was too good to be true!

"Oh, him making out with another guy is only the beginning!" Cutie continued, as she leaned in, lowering her voice so that only her mousey friend could hear. "When we got to dancing, he threw his clothes right off, letting his big booty bounce and shake around like a bowl of jelly! Oh, and don't get me started on that fat carrot he's got sportin' around!"

"I get it!" Cindy yelped out, feeling her face burn a deep red, covering her eyes, hoping to avoid eye contact with anyone, if they happened to look their way. "Hmph... you party girls get all the luck...let me guess, did he escalate it into a threesome?" She sighed, trying to ignore the dampness growing in her panties, barely hidden by her skirt and buttoned up lab coat.

Upon hearing and seeing her friend's disappointment, Cutie slid right to her side, letting her hands roam in between her thighs, squishing her wet mound from her tiny, ghost patterned panties. Despite her gasping and squirming, the bunny didn't relent, even as her breaths became more labored and pleasure-filled. "Ahn, C-cutie..!"

"Aw, don't be like that, Cindy! I'll be real with ya, I... didn't get to do much else. I threw up and soon passed out before he could do anything else," She sighed, letting her second hand feel over Cindy's rather flat chest, nuzzling her face against the mouse's. "What a gentleman... even when blackout drunk, he didn't push himself onto me~"

The mouse squirmed, gulping and gasping in embarrassment as she was snuggled and felt up by her friend. "C-cutie, kn-knock it off!" She gasped, unable to deny how good it felt to be fondled by the rabbit. "People will look..!" Despite her statements, Cutie continued on as if Cindy hadn't said anything.

"Besides, I managed to slip my number into his phone... and I even snuck yours into it as well~" Cutie giggled, planting a small kiss on Cindy's cheek, scooting back to her original spot as the waiter returned, setting out an omelet in front of the bunny before wordlessly walking off.

"R-really?!" the mouse girl gasped excitedly, feeling her tail wag behind her.

"Mmhm!" Cutie responded, already shoving mouthfuls of egg into her mouth. "Juss gotta wait..." She muttered with her mouth full.

As soon as the bunny said that, Cindy's smartwatch went off, signaling that she had received a message from someone. She quickly checked it, in the hopes that it was the male bunny in question. "Dylan?!" She gasped, her smile turning into a dour frown. "Oh, it's Geno..."

"Damn, what's he want?" Cutie asked, lifting her head to raise an eyebrow to her friend, who slumped backwards into her chair.

"Just piling more chores on me to do after I get back from break," She sighed, rubbing her eyes under her glasses.

"Sorry to hear," Cutie replied, sitting a little more upright as she saw how depressed the mouse looked. "...hey, chin up, squeaks. Dylan remembers you fondly, and seemed legit interested to meet back up with ya again," The bunny said, smiling warmly as the mouse girl turned back to her.

With a small sigh, she nodded, fixing her hair as she took another bite of her sandwich. "Hmm... I hope so," She sighed to herself. Her smartwatch went off once more as Cutie dug back into her brunch. Expecting another condescending message from her boss, Cindy rolled her eyes and checked the message.

Unlike last time, however, this was from an unknown number, which the nerdy girl didn't recognize. However, she was met with a paragraph from whoever had sent the message.

"Hey! I know it's been more than a few years, but how's it going? This is Dylan Bunbury, if you remember me, lol. If not, it's cool, but I remember us being really close in high school! Anyways, hit me up when you get the chance! I'll be around. Later, Cinds! <3"

The mouse girl couldn't help but stare at the message for a few minutes, leaning over the table as she sighed happily, her smile growing warmly on her face, her legs crossing somewhat as her eyes lingered on the little heart the boy had sent. Cutie said nothing, though she did recognize the lovestruck look in her eyes. The bunny girl smirked, already planning a date to have Dylan meet back up with the two of them.

'Prepare yourself, Dylly...' She thought to herself. 'If I was all over you last night, that won't be anything compared to what this lil geek is gonna do to ya~'