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Whetu "volunteered" to join Quill at the yoga studio by only the barest sense of the word. He'd been pestered incessantly about Quill's very sudden and very adamant adoption of the lifestyle, often butting it into conversations where it hardly belonged. Once he started seeing results, he made sure to point them out to everyone he ran into. Whetu hated to admit it, but the monkey was getting pretty fit. His already athletic frame, covered in neon green fur, was becoming more fit and pliable by the day. Never too shy to show off his physical attributes, Quill liked to show off particularly difficult poses he had mastered. More often than not it was the ones which most accentuated his glutes and thighs, much to Whetu's chagrin and embarrassment. "Hey, don't get mad at me for being talented," Quill would jeer. "Join me at the studio and you'll be bendin' like Beckham in no time."

Whetu couldn't deny the fact that maybe he needed to do some exercise. He wasn't out of shape by any means; he was a pukeko bird, harboring fancifully slim legs covered in pink-red scales. Around his thighs and wings were charcoal black feathers. His torso and arms were a dark but still-vibrant blue made all the more fantastic looking by his short red beak. Swirled around his right eye was a silver birthmark resembling something like an abridged treble clef. The black feathers on the top of his head were swept back into a short but sharp crest. His large eyes were a frightening deep red, a shade more sinister than the rest of his color scheme. Altogether he wasn't unhealthy, but he started to tell himself that he could do better when he looked at Quill.

Quill was a monkey who was much more solidly built than his avian friend. His torso was an average build, but everything below that was thick like oak, most notably around his thighs and glutes. His fur was neon green, covering his entire body except where his hands, opposable feet, and friendly face were bare skin. The hair on his head was spiked wildly. His slender monkey tail was accessorized by sparse wrappings. Ever since he joined the yoga studio, he had started wearing tighter and tighter clothing, not that the outfits he put on prior were much less concealing. Now that he had honed his body into something more muscular, he had more of a reason to show it off.

Watching him improve and listening to him yap on about it again and again was what made Whetu finally acquiesce. He agreed to show up one day, just one. If he liked it, he would stick around. If that's what it took to make Quill shut up about it. Quill assured him, quite excitedly, that he wouldn't regret it. The studio was on a strip downtown. Whetu wore what he thought was the most appropriate workout clothes he had, which were some black gym shorts and a gray Nike tank top. Quill came looking far more prepared, having put on a skin tight nylon crop top and matching leggings, neither of which put a single inch of his physique to the imagination. Most scandalous was the fat bulge between his legs. The fabric of his leggings hugged it closely enough that Whetu thought he could count the wrinkles on his shaft, not that he was paying too much attention to it. He tried his damndest not to look at it, but something gave him the feeling Quill wanted him to look.

They walked up to the studio with their mats under their arms. Quill bought one for Whetu. They both had facemasks on, courtesy of the studio's strict COVID protocol. Quill put his on when he got out of the car. It was a strange covering made out of what looked like shiny plastic. Whetu thought it looked like what a ninja warrior would wear. Quill caught Whetu staring at it. He tapped it with his finger. "Like it? Gabe gave it to me. Asked me to wear it today."

"What is it?" Whetu asked. "Does it have some kind of filter?"

Quill shrugged. "Maybe. I dunno. It's comfy. It came with something else I've got." He cocked his eyebrows twice.

Whetu didn't like the looks of it. "What?"

Quill cocked his green monkey tail into a question mark. "Try not to tell anyone, but I got a plug in."

Whetu recoiled and grimaced. "Oh come on! I didn't need to know that!"

"Well, you asked."

"No I did not!"

"About the mask, I mean."

"Yeah, but not about what's in your ass!" He darted his eyes around to make sure nobody heard that. Luckily no one was around.

"You asked about the mask. It seemed necessary to bring up its partner in crime."

Whetu shook his head. "Whatever." He opened the front door of the studio, the image of a white plastic button over Quill's tailhole branding itself into his mind.

A few folk were already there, laying their mats out and chatting. The instructor, a hunky zebra named Trevor, was upfront doing preliminary stretches. Everyone around them looked like supreme health nuts. Whetu couldn't help but feel a tad out of place. He stayed close to Quill who seemed much more in tune with everyone and everything around them. They laid their mats out next to each other with Quill on Whetu's right. Quill slid his phone out of his back pocket. "Here, let's get a pic for Gabe." They stood next to each other with one arm around the other's waist. Whetu struggled with the knowledge that Quill's plugged bunghole was right next to him and smiled while Quill held his phone out for a quick selfie. He sent it off to Gabe, and they got on top of their mats.

A few minutes later, Trevor clapped his hooves and got everyone's attention. "Alright everyone! Now that we're all here and ready, I think it's time we got started. I see some new faces here," he said the moment his gaze met Whetu. "So today we'll just take things easy. You all know to follow my lead. Mirror me, don't copy me."

Whetu leaned over to Quill and whispered. "What does that mean?"

"It means follow him like a mirror. Don't move the exact same arm he is, just move like you're looking at your reflection.," Quill whispered back.

"Oh. OK."

"Are there any questions?" Trevor asked. Again he looked at Whetu, anticipating something, anything, out of the newcomer. He got nothing but a few seconds of awkward silence which only ended when Whetu, and only Whetu, shook his head "no". "Alright then. Let's get started with some stretches. Kick your leg up like this!" He bent his leg behind him, almost kicking his glute with his heel. He caught and held his ankle without losing so much a degree of balance. "Hold it like that for a few moments. Use your arm for balance if you have to."

Everyone followed suit. Quill's bare hand-foot went up behind him. Instead of grabbing his ankle, his dextrous foot grabbed his wrist. Going beyond just holding it, he leaned his body forward and leveled his leg out behind him. Whetu didn't notice thanks to his current struggle. The moment his ankle went into his hand he teetered off to the left. His free arm came close to flailing out. He pivoted on his foot, once, twice, then settled. Hardly relaxed, he felt like he was about ready to fall down on his face in front of everyone. Not helping was the platoon of people around him in almost perfect balance, Quill most garishly so.

"You don't have to hold it for too long," Trevor noted to no one in particular. "Let go if you feel like you're about to fall."

Got it, buddy, Whetu wanted to say. Just as his balance was beginning to restore itself, Trevor dropped his foot and repeated with the other one. Whetu was back at square one gripping his scaly ankle while trying not to fall flat on his ass. This time he let go to regain his balance before trying again. He caught sight of Quill doing some advanced stretching as if he was auditioning to be the instructor instead. Whetu scoffed mentally. If you wanted to show off you coulda just done it. You didn't have to do it in front of everyone.

Trevor put his foot down and sat down on his mat. Grateful to have his balance back, Whetu and everyone followed. He opened his legs out and bent forward to grab his toes with both hooves. Whetu did the same, managing to get his feathery digits around his toe claws. Naturally, Quill was next to him doing extra shit. His hand fingers laced themselves with the ones on his feet. His trunk was parallel to his powerful thighs. He could've kissed his shin if he wanted to. While he wasn't looking, Whetu tried bending himself further, but the bite of pain in his knee muscle held him back, so he stopped.

Trevor switched to the other leg and held it for the same amount of time. When he was done he stood back up and started twisting his torso with his arms held parallel to his chest. "And just twist a little." He would twist himself in one direction twice, then switch sides. "One. Two. Switch sides. One. Two. Just like that."

Simple enough. It was the first exercise Whetu felt comfortable doing, and they were still in the warm up phase. Leave it to Quill to make things difficult. Instead of twisting himself just to the left and right, he twisted his entire trunk to one side until his shoulders were nigh perpendicular to his hips. His hands were holding the opposite ribs with his right forearm across his back and his left across his abs. He remained perfectly still, feet planted firmly on the ground and facing forward. Currently he was facing to his right, away from Whetu who was watching him with some level of admiration. That quickly gave way to annoyance once Quill switched directions to reveal a very smug look in his eyes. His mask was on, but Whetu guessed correctly that behind it was a proud grin. Whetu just sneered and resumed his twists, already having come to the conclusion that coming here was a bad idea.

That was the end of their warm up. Trevor came to a stop. "Alriiiiight. Now how's everyone feeling? Limber?" Everyone nodded. "Good. Like I said, today we're gonna take things easy. Go at your own pace and don't be afraid to ask any questions. Go your own route if you feel like it." Whetu couldn't shake the feeling that was all directed at him. Trevor rattled off the name of a few poses they would be performing. Some were recognizable, others not. "Downward dog" he knew, "balasana" not so much.

They started off simply enough. There was the warrior pose where the user stands with their feet astride, arms held out into a T with their body while they look out across one arm. Weight would be shifted from foot to foot. Whetu kind of liked it, although he found himself checking out everyone else to see how well he compared. Quill seemed focused on doing things more simply for once, doing as Trevor did and not being too gaudy. Trevor came to inspect everyone, offering words of encouragement and compliments on form. Whetu braced for some criticism when he passed by, but felt empowered when he got a genial "good job!" instead. Quill even winked at him. See? Ain't it fun?

Maybe, thought Whetu. It was time for another pose, the familiar downward dog. Everyone first got into a pushup position, then pushed their bodies up into a chevron. Whetu did the best he could, but found it awkward hanging his head down between his arms. He couldn't straighten his knees as much as he was supposed to, and having his tail feather cocked up in the air like that wasn't comfortable. When he lifted his head to look at his hands, Trevor reminded him to keep his head down. He obeyed, only to look back at his hands and reposition himself every few seconds.

Quill, meanwhile, had achieved the pose perfectly. His muscles didn't quiver, his knees were straight, and his head was in line with his arms. His only visible movement was the nonchalant flick and sway of his monkey tail above the proud summit of his butt. He felt in tune with himself, both mentally and bodily. Both were the same, not intertwined but indivisible. In moments like these, when the world was quiet and his body was still, he understood the meaning of "being one with everything". His hands and feet had melded into the mat beneath him. His fur swung with the gently blowing AC. All was well. He could-

Boop!

That's what it was, just a boop, like a friendly poke. It shattered his perception of everything around him like a cannonball through a glass window. He felt behind him. No... inside of him? He couldn't tell. It was more like something had stuck him somewhere around his back or in his gut. He laid down on his belly and looked behind him. He saw nothing but the double-swell of his ass and coiling tail. What touched him?

Its return was far less subtle. This time he knew very well where it was. Inside of his bum, right where the plug was ensconced inside of his pucker, came a very heavy push. It was like the plug was inflating inside of him, reaching towards his gut like some invasive paw. It swelled his rectum, prowled deeper into him, and grinded past his prostate. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "Hhhnn!" squealed the monkey through his mask. It broke the serenity around him, making everyone open their eyes and turn their heads. Whetu was the most concerned. His friend was next to him, on his belly, looking like he'd just seen a vision of his own death.

"Hey," Whetu whispered. "You alright?"

Quill scrunched his eyes and nodded sharply, whipping the green hair on his head. "Mmhmm!" He got back into the pose, albeit much more shakily. He wasn't about to let whatever was happening stop him from his yoga. Still, he had to wonder. What in the goddamn fuck was going on?

* * *

Gabe was on his beanbag, naked, sliding a fleshlight over his dick. He was an incredibly tall cat with legs that reached far away from the bottom of the beanbag and a head of shaggy blonde hair that rose high above it. His fur was a creamy tan with white sleeves around his forearms and shins. His meaty paw was gripping the fleshlight by its shaft, sliding it on and off his gargantuan fuckstick. His penis was equine in both its shape and size, a leviathan cylinder of dark brown flesh strung with veins and hung with two very unscrupulous balls. He was panting through his open mouth with a pleased smile. "Fuck yeah~" he muttered. Up and down the fleshlight went, looking like a vanishing act as his fat pillar seemed to disappear with each descent of the toy.

That was the magic of Aperture Science Incorporated. His penis was not fitting into the fleshlight by some trick of illusion or feat of bizarre flexibility. When Gabe made it disappear, it truly wasn't there anymore, but rather making itself comfortable in Quill's ass five whole miles away. The flesh light was not a flesh light, but in fact a portal device made for long-distance fucking. Wrapped around Gabe's pole was a ring of shimmering blue aura. In the yoga studio, Quill's booty plug was currently glowing orange and repeatedly giving birth to an enormous horse cock. When Gabe instructed his lover to go out with the plug and mask, he had secretly sent him on a public fuck mission. He got Quill and Whetu's selfie, alerting him that they were at the studio. He waited for until he thought they would be stretching before he uncapped the device and looked inside to see a deep cavern of fleshy pink. He poked it to see if it was real. It very much was. With a freshly lubed horse cock at the ready, Gabe went to work, making sure Quill would have a yoga session he wouldn't soon forget. Gabe craned his head back and sighed through his nose. A cackle rose out of his throat. "Yeeeeaaaah~"

* * *

Quill, meanwhile, was using every shred of his willpower to remain composed. He shook like a leaf and his toes curled. The odd squeak or too forced itself out of his nose. Pleasure was ripping through his backside like a pulsing jet, in tune with each one of Gabe's pseudo-thrusts. His tail squirmed like a wounded snake. His knees buckled. His face was as red as a fire hydrant. Precum was starting to leak from his erection which was raging against the fabric of his leggings as subtly as a nuclear explosion. All of this while he tried to maintain the downward dog and everyone else could see that something was wrong.

He insisted nothing was, however, and tried continuing. Whetu was mildly concerned, but wasn't going to let it bother him too much. He took the opportunity to fix his pose and finally outdo Quill. He was unaware of his friend's sudden handicap and thought Quill was struggling because he wasn't all he had made himself out to be. With newfound confidence, Whetu perfected his form and achieved something like what Quill had before Gabe decided to fuck him in the ass.

The next pose was the wide leg forward fold where the user stands with their legs wide apart and bends at the waist with their hands on their ankles. Quill got to his feet as shakily as someone with advanced Parkinson's. Trevor saw the bulge of his penis and the dark spot that had accumulated around its tip. He also noticed something like a growth appearing and then disappearing beneath his abdomen as if Quill were doing some sort of belly dance. "Quill?" Trevor said calmly. "Do you need to leave?"

"NO!" snapped the monkey. Everyone jumped out of their skins. "I mean... No. Sorry. I uh..." He covered his mouth with his forearm and bit into his fur. He counted to three. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little huaahhh~!" He clamped his hand over his mouth, too late to cover that very erotic moan. Whetu looked at him with abject confusion and fear. "Just a little indigestion. I'll work through it."

Trevor had never seen someone have such a hard on for stomach problems. "OK. Feel free to leave if you have to."

Quill nodded emphatically. "Yeah, yeah. I got it."

With that out of the way, they got into position. Quill bent down as best as he could. He got down easily enough, but being bent over so crudely with a dick in his butt only better simulated being in front of Gabe while being fucked. He groaned indiscriminately. More precum gobbed into his pants, leaking its smell to those closest to him. Whetu was right behind him, assuming the pose while keeping an eye on his clearly distressed friend. He had a front row view of Quill's ass and his stomach. He saw the bulge rising up from his pelvis and into his abs. He remembered the plug, and while he didn't suspect what was really happening, he knew Gabe had something to do with it. Suddenly, he felt his own manhood grow stiff in his pants, bad news given that his penis literally lit up like a blue glow stick when erect. He was spared a too-obvious bulge by his baggy shorts, but coming with it was an ominous cerulean light which emanated through the fabric and out from the waistband. He blushed hard and tried thinking of unsexy things, but the quivering, moaning monkey splaying out his buttocks in front of him made that very difficult. Soon Quill was whimpering under his breath, and the bird behind him was shining like a lighthouse.

Trevor knew Quill wasn't going to quit, so he tried to move on as casually as he could given there were two horndogs inexplicably showing off their boners in front of everyone. Quill sounded like he was on the brink of cumming. He was, and he was just ready to bolt out of there to let it rip, when miraculously Gabe's piston left him for good. He almost collapsed right then and there, it was so sudden. Saliva was clogging his mask and dripping down his chin. His eyes were uncoupled in his sockets, but he was still cognizant. The stain in his pants was the size of a grapefruit and his cock was as hard as ever, but he didn't cum. Thank God for small miracles. Whetu was beginning to calm down, evident by the gradual dimming of his pants.

With the excitement dying down, or so it seemed, Trevor went ahead with the next pose. The balasana, or "child's pose" was as simple as getting on one's knees and lying face flat to the floor with their hands outstretched in front of them. Everyone got down with Trevor. Whetu and Quill both were happy to have their excitement concealed, at least somewhat. Quill finally got some rest. He tried breathing slowly. In and out. In and out. Iiiiiiiiin and ooooouuuuut. His heart started to settle and the arousal died away. The pleasure in his bum drifted too, allowing him some respite. Thoughts of revenge inflicted on his cheeky boyfriend crossed his mind, but now was not the time for that. Now was time to relax. He couldn't-

"Ach!"

Quill flinched hard as he felt something slap across his mouth. It was fat and heavy like a hot water balloon. It smothered his lips, trying to force its way in. The texture was leathery and the smell musky. It weighed like a medicine ball. Experience let him know that it was Gabe's ballsack trying to let itself into his jaws. It smeared itself back and forth, permeating its salty taste through Quill's scrunched lips. Quill knew it wasn't going to stop. He had no choice but to open his mouth. Gabe's nut swamped his maw like a stuffed rag, gagging him like the hostage he was. It kept his jaws apart, nearly fitting down into his throat. Quill lathered his tongue on it, if only out of reflex. He was given some respite once Gabe pulled it out, only to replace it with the other one which Quill soaked as well.

His struggles were more subtle this time. Granted he wasn't being pummeled with the raw bliss of being sodomized by a horse. He licked at that bountiful scrotum as secretly as he could, remaining quiet and refined, lucky to have his face to the floor. He had the vainest hope that this would be all there was, that he would gobble on Gabe's Draconian nuts and that would be it. But he knew it wouldn't be. He knew what came next. All he could hope for was that he would maintain some level of decency and not let anyone know what was going on.

That proved impossible once Gabe's piston jabbed Quill in the mouth and slid straight down into his gullet. "Ulk!" Quill's mouth was stretched to its absolute limit in order to accommodate that awesome piston. In and out it went, clogging and unclogging Quill's poor throat. "Ulk... Ulk... Ulk... Ech... Ulk..." was all people heard out of him, which was even more concerning than when he was moaning and whimpering. Even more bothersome was the return of the magic bulge, this time in his throat. Whetu wasn't even bothering with the yoga anymore. His attention, and just about everyone else's, was on the fellow who, for reasons unknown, sounded like he was deepthroating somebody.

Things got more intense when the thrusts grew faster. Quill braced himself for what came next. He could hear Gabe's huffs and grunts in his mind. He could see the contorted look on his face as his climax neared. He begged him to just get it out already. Get all of this nonsense out of the way and be done with it. Gabe did him that much at least, coming to an abrupt stop as his orgasm thundered forth like a train. His cock stuck out as far as Quill's throat would let it. Spurting out was an ungodly torrent of hot musky love which pillaged its way down into Quill's gut until it swelled. Rope after rope came on, putting poor Quill near the brink of popping. Gabe's cock pulled out, but he wasn't done. The last few shots of cum ripped across Quill's mouth and glopped out from between his lips and the mask. The smell tore across the studio, making everyone recoil. Whetu, knelt next to his friend and patted him on the back, comforting him through the rest of the ordeal. This wasn't quite how he saw the whole session going, but hey, at least it was entertaining.

Gabe's orgasm came to an end, and with it the entire show. The portals shut off, cutting the boyfriends off from each other. Quill knelt upright, tears flowing from his eyes and splooge from his mask. He swallowed what he could and licked up what was stuck around his lips. "I'm alright," he said with his last shred of battered dignity. "I'm alright."

Whetu was just there for moral support, patting his buddy on the shoulder, not caring about who saw his vibrant erection. It was time to call it quits. With his best straight face, Trevor clapped his hooves and called an end to that day's session. Normally they would have another 45 minutes to go, but unexpected circumstances cut it short. Everyone gathered their things and filed out while trying their hardest not to look at the ravaged monkey. Trevor asked if he was OK. Quill just nodded and walked out of there stoically. Whetu, still shining around the beltline, apologized and thanked Trevor for the lesson, then jogged after Quill.

They walked across the parking lot in silence. They got in Quill's car and buckled up. Whetu peeled off his mask and looked over at Quill. He stared ahead blankly, out past his windshield. Finally he took his mask off, revealing a horrid mess of puffy red skin covered in a seminal film. Whetu cringed and leaned back from the smell. He dared to ask. "You OK, man?"

Quill's head pivoted over to look at his friend. His eyes were bloodshot and snot driveled from his nostrils. "Yeah," he said flatly. "I'm OK." He turned the ignition and put the car into gear. He gripped the steering wheel hard, whitening his knuckles and making the tendons in his forearm pop. "But when I get home," he uttered as he drove out of the parking space. "I am going to fucking kill that goddamn cat."

THE END