Birthday Party
"I suppose you two will want coffee with your cake?" the elephant said, rising from the table with a shift of her hips that still caught at Ben's libido. Dinner was over and Steve belched before excusing himself.
"Your wife sets a good table, Ben." Steve said, adjusting the glasses on his snout.
"Actually Steve, I cooked," Ben smiled. "And don't you feel funny dining on roast pork?"
Steve chuckled, "Nah... There's a difference between your domestic porker and Porcines like myself. Besides, bacon tastes good, and sausage tastes good." For just a moment, Ben thought that Steve looked a bit like that old human actor, John Travolta. And then he remembered that Steve hadn't been born Porcine.
"Was that some sort of movie quote?" Ben asked, rising from the table to fill his friend's wine glass.
"Yep. Pulp Fiction. You've seen it?" The pig looked surprised.
"Once," Ben admitted. "You brought it over on guy's night a couple of years ago. That was back while the mutation was still taking hold."
"Oh yeah... I remember. Back when Charles..." The pig paused for a moment, and swallowed. "When Charles was still talking to me."
Ben silently kicked himself. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you dwell on Charles." Charles had been Steve's human lover, back before the mutations kicked in.
"No, it's alright. He just couldn't take, well... porking a pig," Steve said with a wry chuckle. "By now he should be out of quarantine and headed back to Earth. I was just one of the lucky ones to mutate."
Mutate. Not exactly the right term, Ben thought. It was closer to the truth to say "assumed true shape". The overcrowded Earth had made it necessary to build the gates to tap the resources of other Earths. Quite a few of them had, in fact, been populated. Ben was still not sure how the truce held, but he remembered the protest songs his Grandfather used to sing. "Go home, furless ape, go home" but even during his grandfather's time, a truce had been accomplished. Trade goods and people freely moved across the barrier.
The two friends sat in silence, musing over the past when Beth came in, carrying a cake. By tradition, there was only one candle. Ben didn't want Steve to become jealous of his age. The cake was cut in short order and served. Beth moved to start clearing the table.
"Now I want you two to go outside and enjoy your pipes while I clean up. Then Steve and I will give you your birthday present." Beth smiled.
"You still haven't given me a hint as to what it is. Is it bigger than a baby's arm?" Ben smiled at Beth.
Beth grinned and Ben could have sworn he'd seen a wink, "I'm sure it is."
Steve and Ben looked out of the glass door to the back yard twilight. "New fence?" Steve asked, looking at the six foot high backyard fence, trimmed with freshly planted rose bushes.
"Beth's idea. She said that the neighbors were starting to breathe down her neck and a good fence would fix that. It took me over a month of weekends to put it up." Ben pulled a large-bowled pipe from his smoking stand and blew gently down the stem, "Care to borrow one of mine?" he asked his friend.
Steve produced a pipe from the pocket of his overalls, "Nope. Brought my own tonight. And a tin of something from home to share as part of your birthday present."
Ben opened the door, "Lead the way then." This would be an unexpected treat. Earth tobacco was expensive and had a heady quality that the local product, as good as it was, lacked. Ben remembered reading history books of humans crossing the barrier to find sentient animals with many of the same mannerisms and habits as people. More were surprised after a couple of months that their wildest fantasies came true as their bodies changed. Despite the unrest of a couple of generations ago, trade seemed to be a given.
Steve settled into a chair and Ben sat in one next to him. The pig pulled a short, squat tin from another pocket, "From my private stash. A gift to you."
Ben gasped as he read the label, "This stuff is worth over a day of your wages!"
"Not if you don't open it, it isn't. Sitting on a shelf, all it does is gather dust," Steve replied.
"I..." Ben began.
"You can. Now open it, because I want a bowl-full of it, too." Steve said firmly.
Ben popped the top of the tin, inhaling he raisin-like aroma of the cured tobacco, then started to pack the bowl of his pipe with careful paws, making certain not to spill any of the precious tin. He sealed the tin with the plastic top and passed it to his friend and struck a match when the door slid open.
"I see you two have settled in. Now..." there was a crack of a riding crop on Ben's chair, "I want to see some pipe sex!"
Ben almost scattered the precious content of him pipe in surprise and threw the lit match off the deck as he jumped and looked behind him. Beth stood in a black leather corset, barefoot, and threatening.
"This is your birthday present, bear-boi. Now go over there and see if Steve is bigger than a baby's arm or not!"
"Bu..." Ben began.
"No buts! You spin a good story, Dear. Now let's see if you can enact one!"
Ben blushed, badly, and kneeled before his grinning friend. "That's right, Ben. Beth and I cooked this up. Now unzip my fly while I light my pipe."
Ben waited for Steve to strike a match and let the sulfurous head burn off before looking over at his shoulder at his wife, who nodded, ans started to unzip the boar's fly. Fragrant smoke billowed down at him as he found that Steve was not wearing underwear. And that there was a surprise mutation.
Steve's cock was already hard and had a definite corkscrew at it's purple head. Ben took a deep breath of the scent of tobacco and Steve's musk and hesitantly licked at the corkscrewing head, hearing his wife moan.
"Yeah... Lick that corkscrew," she moaned, fingering herself.
Ben found himself going lower, feeling the warm, twisted porcine flesh enter his muzzle and throat as Steve gasped, billowing down fragrant smoke as the bear serviced him. Ben hadn't had a male cock in his muzzle in years, but remembered quickly his technique, letting the porcine flesh ride back and forth on his tongue, concentrating in the twisted head. Steve gasped and Ben felt his shoulders being pulled back as Beth stood behind him, pulling him off the corkscrewing cock that suddenly started spurting, one good shot into his muzzle, then bathing his head and shoulders.
"Ooo... messy. Now swallow and clean yourself up, then light your pipe. I want you to mount me," Beth breathed.
Ben licked his lips, and smiled at Steve, who was nursing his pipe and recovering, "Tastes like bacon."
Ben picked up his pipe from his chair and struck a match, sucking life into the bowl as his wife leaned back and spread her legs for him. He dropped his pants and unbuttoned his flannel shirt, standing naked before his wife, fully unsheathed and throbbing, he got closer and closer, then suddenly kneeled, rubbing the warm, rough bowl against the elephant's clitoris, making Beth gasp as he puffed on the bowl, bringing more heat.
"Stop torturing me and shove your thick bear cock in me!" Beth screamed.
Ben placed his cock as the opening of his wife's pussy, "Like this?"
"Yes. Now hump me!" Beth moaned.
Ben was only too happy to oblige, sinking deep into the warm comfort of his wife. He'd only just built up a rhythm, pumping into his wife and timing his thrusts with puffs on his pipe when Beth said, "Now, Steve!"
Ben suddenly felt his tail hole, literally, being screwed as a well-lubed porcine head was shoved into is.
"Gah... He's tight!" Ben heard Steve grunt through clenched teeth as he felt the warm bowl of his friend's pipe rest on his shoulder as the thick cock corkscrewed into him. He held still, hilted in his wife as he tried to relax as his friend bottomed out.
"Now, pull out and fuck me!" Beth grunted as Ben tried to comply, trying to return to his rhythm of puffing on his pipe as he pulled out slightly and deeper onto Steve's spiral.
Steve held still, letting Ben find a rhythm and work between his cock and his wife's pussy, grateful that he's already cum once and would last a while. He struck a match, managing somehow to relighting his pipe as Ben impaled himself on his cock, the twist that had freaked Charles out so much, again and again.
The three soon gave over to feral growls, and Steve found his balls tightening up, "I'm gonna cum bareback in your tailhole!" he gasped, pistoning into Ben's tailhole as he grunted against his wife.
"Do it!" Beth grunted, "You'll get him to spurt deep into me!"
Steve grunted and cut loose, hard enough to feel his knees buckle, spurting deep in Ben's tailhole. Ben snarled and pushed had into his wife, feeling like he was some sort of weird bear-condom with a hole up front as each spurt of Steve in his tailhole lead to a spurt of his own deep in his wife.
The three collapsed, gingerly untangling themselves. After a few minutes, when Ben's heartbeat returned to normal, he tamped down the ash in his pipe with his thumb and relit his pipe, "Wheh! That was the best birthday present, ever!"