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There were a whole bunch of guys standing around the back alley; dirty, wearing hoods and sitting on trash cans while sipping an almost bronze booze from tall, clear, yellow bottles. Sully sat on his own trash can, looking past his own bottle which had about a quarter of its contents missing; staring at his torn up shoes which he could see the holes in his dirty socks. The pale white mouse nervously ran his hand through his short dark red hair. He was nervous because his new friend, a street urgent black alley cat named Mascot, said that they would take care of him. Now that he got a good look at them, he wasn't sure what the cat meant by it... He didn't have much of a choice, his parents were dead, and the corrupt island government threw him outside the gates instead of helping him.

Sully and the alley cat sat off to the side as the three bulky hoods nearby split up. The big, tan pit-bull looked out of the corner of his hood as he reached to his crotch and pulled down his zipper. Sully couldn't help but watch as the dog reached over to the nearest alley wall and leaned forward as he let a fat, vein covered cock hang between his legs. He let out a loud grunt, digging his bronze colored nails into the brick wall, giving a few pants of relief while still holding his booze in his other paw. "Ungh...yeah..." he growled in a deep, masculine voice.

The pale, red headed rodent was so distracted by the sight, he didn't even notice the dark, hoof tipped hands lifting him off the trash can. His heart skipped a beat as he felt the other two hoods closing in on him, pressing him against the nearest brick wall. He saw the big hyena standing to his right and the big dark stallion right in front of his face. The stallion had a huge patch of flesh over his right eye and a few dots missing from his face, like something had burned the skin and his fur never grew back. "So...Sully...Mascot here says you ain't got a family to go home to..."

Before Sully could answer, he felt his back pushed against the wall and his wrists pinned down. He was near breathless as a thick, wet, booze flavored tongue worked its way down the back of his throat. Heart pounding in his chest, the rodent gave a loud, muffled whimper as he felt a big hand firmly squeeze his crotch, tugging and fondling hard at his highly sensitive sac. He heard a sharp pitched squealing laughter from the hyena at his side, "Don't worry...Sully...we can be your family." Sully whimpered another cry past the horse's tongue and thick lips, feeling the hyena's hot, booze drenched breath hit the side of his head as another thick tongue sank into his right ear.

Sully pulled away from the tongue in his ear, and was ready to fight. But as he suddenly felt the horse's big fingertips pulling his head back by his hair, he gasped, feeling more of the male's thick, hot tongue fill his mouth. His heart quickly slowed down a little bit but was pounding harder. There was something about the horse swirling that tongue around his own that made him lower his hands down to his sides. No one had ever kissed him like that before...

A hand reached beneath the mouse's shirt and Sully sucked in a deep breath when the tongue slid from his mouth. He felt lost in a haze, definitely feeling the liquor from before hitting him hard as he looked around at the other three males circling around them, a hard blush appearing on his white cheeks. A moan escaped his throat when the horse's hoofed fingertips finally found the left pink nub on his chest, raising his eyes to the cloud and smog filled sky above as he felt his cock slide from his sheath, slightly tenting the crotch of his shorts. He glanced nervously back at the horse as the male's fingertips stroked along his side while still teasing Sully's nipple with his thumb; he felt compelled to only watch as his belt buckle was easily undone with one hand.

There was laughter and a few chuckles as Sully's shorts were tugged down from his slim waist line, revealing his meaty prick beneath his reddish brown pubes, the tip lingering around his knees. "Looks like he's got a fatty, doesn't he, Rip?" the hyena asked, glancing over his shoulder at the pit-bull.

Rip gave a chuckle, "Yeah, Fisher, nice to see the hair on his crotch matches the hair on his head."

Despite the blush on his cheeks and all the kidding around, Sully couldn't take his eyes off the horse that seemed to be peering into his soul with those narrowed eyes. It wasn't until the mouse flicked his whip like tail as a chill went up his spine from a cold breeze did the male even move. Sully grunted, putting his hands to the large male's hips, trying to push away as he felt the horse's middle finger spreading his round ass cheeks while stroking over his hole. Before then, Sully might have tried to fight a guy buggering his butt, but as he stared even further into the horse's dark eyes, he gave in, giving a shaky moan as the male got rougher and rougher with each stroke.

Feeling numb and warm from the booze while lost in a haze, he barely struggled as he was lifted over to an abandoned card table in the alley. The mouse writhed only a little, panting nervously as hands and paws held him down, feeling weak as his legs were lifted into the air. Those hands and paws moved all along his body, but all he could focus on was the horse's cock being restrained by his head by a pair of jeans. And then...there was the feeling of a big, wet, rough dog tongue sliding across his rim. Sully grabbed onto the table with both hands, the sensation of the thick layers of slobber on his hole extremely new and extremely different to him. He grunted as he squirmed in place, panting as his chest rose and fell heavily. It wasn't until he felt the pit-bull's heavy paws grasp to his hips and then that tongue plunging into his hole did he go rigid, gasping for breath again as he felt it push and swirl around his insides. The only thing he could really hear was the high pitch of Fisher's mocking laughter...just before he turned his head to be faced with a firm, leathery horse cock...

Sully panted, looking back and forth between the horse's cock and the pit-bull who had just started stroking him while rimming his hole. Looking up at the big male standing over him, he could barely mutter, "I...I...don't..." Before he could utter another word, Sully felt the horse's strong grip again, this time around his jaw. The mouse gave into the dominant, controlling squeeze, allowing his jaw to be forced open as that phallus crown slowly passed between his lips. He was forced to breathe through his nose as he curled his lips over that leathery rod, not wanting to piss off the horse by accidently scraping it with his teeth. Soon, he was experiencing another sensation as that meat slid to the back of his throat; that sensation of having his mouth filled with a warm, pulsing, veiny, salty cock.

This new sensation was...amazing. Sully found himself wanting more and more of the horse's big dick, closing his eyes and savoring that musky, leathery smell as it passed in front of his nose. The weirdness of the dog's tongue in his ass had died down to an...enjoyable tingling feeling. "Oh god...what's going on, why am I liking this so much?" he thought to himself. As he became more relaxed, Sully suddenly realized something else about himself; as the cock slid further down to the back of his throat, he felt it bulging out against his adams apple; he didn't have a gag reflex. Nervous at first, Sully slowly released his hands from the table and reached back, taking in strained breaths through his nose as he stroked over the horse's medial ring as he took almost half of the male's big dick.

Sully whimpered and moaned when the dog's wet tongue suddenly left teased hole, sending vibrations through the horse's cock which surprised the mouse with heavy squirt of pre. He tried to adapt to this strange new taste as it lingered at the back of his tongue. But as another warm body pressed against the back of his legs, Sully's body went rigid again when he felt an unexpected barbed cock head probing at his virgin hole caked in spit. He curled his toes and clenched his eyes before looking back at the horse's crotch, his pleading whimpers only sending more vibrations through the cock in his mouth, causing its head to twitch in the back of his throat as the hyena's cock sank deeper past his prepped rim.

The numbing from the booze or the pit-bull's natural lube still wasn't enough to prepare Sully for that sudden burst of pain that he felt spreading through every fiber of his ass. But when Fisher's cock finally sank in and those few moments of pain slowly died away, Sully moaned with relief, panting warm breath over the horse's crotch, swirling his tongue pleasurably around the cock in his mouth. As the hyena slowly pulled out, the mouse gave a quick moan as Fisher pushed back in with such force, sending a blast of pleasure throughout his entire lower body. "Oh fuck!" was barely audible past the big horse's cock. Sully looked down to see his rock hard prick tapping against his stomach each time the hyena put all his wait into fucking the spit roasted mouse.

Sully's mind was lost in a hard fucking haze, not sure which to pay attention to; the cock in his mouth, or the one fucking his ass. They both felt amazing either way. When Fisher started to growl and snort, he was forced to hold on tight to the table, clenching his eyes and moaning as the hyena started to tap his ass hard. With three more hard thrusts, he suddenly pulled out, giving off loud laugh like wails as he furiously jerked his cock, favoring the fleshy barbs on its head as he exploded all over Sully's exposed waist. Sully near collapsed on the table, gasping as his worn hole was exposed to the air as he felt droplets of warm jizz sink into his fur.

Even as Fisher stumbled back against the nearest brick wall, collapsing back while stroking his spent prick, Sully felt himself being turned over, letting the horse's thick rod slip from his throat with a loud slurp. As he felt another warm body press up against him, a chill went up his spine as he heard a demanding growl in his ear. The moment he felt Rip's knotted cock line up with his hole, he took a breath...and barely let it out.

Sully clenched his eyes, feeling the dog's fat knotted cock sinking deep into his already stretched hole, feeling it stretched out the fibers of his ass. He knew then why they called him Rip. The dog wrapped his paws around the mouse's hips, brutally squat fucking him, barely giving Sully a chance to adjust. Sully's jaw fell open in an ongoing moan, only turning his head to see Mascot standing at a corner, furiously jerking his barbed cock as it hung between the fly of his jeans. Although it was brutal, Sully raised his head into the air, panting, his breaths could be seen in the chilled air as his cock flopped back and forth between his legs.

Rip snarled and grunted as he furiously fucked his hips forward, not even phased as his sac tapped hard against the male he was fucking. But as he felt himself getting close, his balls churning, he naturally clamped down on Sully's shoulder, making him seize up. As his swollen knot pressed against the rodent's used hole, he reached down and spread two padded fingers between the fleshy nub and Sully's ass, trying not to tie them together despite how badly he wanted to breed the newbie's sweet little ass. Sully lay flat as Rip pushed him down. Snarling, the big dog pulled out, barking as he squeezed his crotch while wildly stroking his dick. Aching in such a good way, the abused mouse lay there gasping as he felt wad after wad of hot, watery dog cum hit his back as Rip thrust hard into the air.

Sully felt a hand on his shoulder and he near stumbled off the table. Pulled away, he could barely walk before he was pressed up against a wall. Turning his head, he quickly realized that they were at the edge of the alley, and anyone could see them if they walked outside. Before he could even look, he already knew the strong manly smell of the horse standing behind him, considering he had been sucking his cock for almost the entire night. The horse then took him by the neck and pulled him close, "By the way...the names Rick..." Just as the horse positioned himself, Sully went to take a breath, but as the huge cock was thrust up his ass, it was cut short by a forced grunt.

Grunt after grunt echoed throughout the alleys and into the streets as Rick thrust fucked Sully like a pure, natural stud. Each time Rick's huge cock head grinded over Sully's love spot it made it that much harder for the mouse to hold back anymore. As Rick grabbed and pulled on his reddish brown hair, Sully threw his chest out, forced to buck his hips as the horse forced his cock deep into his ass, making him really feel it as his cock stood up and twitched, thick globs of cum lathering the alley wall in front of him, "Ugh...FUCK, IM CUMMING!"

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Sully struggled to even open his eyes. There were concrete walls...and sleeping bodies all around him. When he felt a fleshy but solid weight on top of him, he realized he was lying in a circle of the three guys who had just fucked him. They were in a warehouse of some kind with a big clear view overhead of a large building with at least twenty stories. The only light came from a nearby barrel with burning wood in it.

When he looked up at the building again, someone groaned in his ear, "That's the big leagues..." Sully looked back to see Rick grinning down at him. "...when you're that high up in the Back Alley Gang, you're not living in the alleys anymore..."

End.