The Mardas' Mercedes-Benz was just backing out into the street when Penny slid down her shorts and panties.

"Gawd, I thought they'd never leave," huffed the bear.

The magpie looked out of the front window with a hint of nervousness. "Been kinda dreading this. Meeting up with a little kid for sex. You know the kind of shit I could get in if we got busted?"

Penny snickered. "I never get busted, quit being a dork." She smooched his beak and grumbled a growl. Her paws slid through the soft, dark birdfur dressing his breast. "I like your feathers. They're soft."

"That's called down," the bird said. "It's, uh, a really good insulator. I guess it's like fur."

"Uh-huh," the young bear said, showing little interest. Her paw cupped his penis, fingers rubbing its tapered shaft. A coy grin - the grin Penny made best - spread over her snout. "Hey, you're into guys."

Caust squinted his pale eyes. It was a look of minor confusion. "I'm-, uh, into girls too," he said, taking a guess at what she meant.

"No, I mean-," Penny giggled girlishly, cutting herself off. She smooched Caust and straightened up. The magpie looked pointedly at her groin. Her vulva was immature and tight, showing not even a hint of pink. A feeling nestled between self-loathing and intense lust seemed to fester in his mind. "I'mma call a friend over."

The bird swallowed hard. He looked after Penny as she bopped into the kitchen, watched her butt as she moved. "A friend?" His tone was wary. "What, another little girl or something? It's bad enough with just you. No."

"Oh, you [i]wish[/i] I was calling another girl," Penny scoffed without looking back at him. "It's ringing. Shush."

Caust shushed. He walked over to where she stood in the kitchen with the cordless phone handset. He eyed her behind and her taut legs, which he had learned were so toned because she loved dancing.

The bird heard a tinny voice answer. Penny immediately began to speak. "Desmond. Hi-i-i. Come over. I have another friend I want you to meet." And then the bear hung up, not waiting for a reply.

"You're gonna like Desmond. He's a fun boy like you," Penny cooed.

The magpie murmured a small, indifferent sound. A brief fantasy of two bears at once, four supple young feet on his penis simultaneously, vanished back into the shameful fog it rose from. "Whatever you say. You're the boss."

"You bet I am," Penny smugly answered. "We got a few minutes, so relax."

Caust was nervous still, but his curiosity had been buoyed by her enigmatic call. He sat back down on the couch, his penis tenting his shorts. He looked at Penny with awkward hunger even when she dressed herself back up. She sat beside him, turned, and put her feet in his lap.

"Rub my feet while we wait," she commanded him, grinning.

"Don't gotta ask me twice," the magpie said, taking hold of her broad, smooth feet in reverent hands.

It wasn't long before a car pulled into the driveway beside Caust's own ride. The headlights cutting through the lowly-lit den at first caused Caust to flinch, and then he managed to coax himself into relaxing. Besides the fact that it was Penny's friend and not family, they were both fully clothed. The false alarm reminded Caust of his teenage years, furtively masturbating and listening for any sign of footsteps in the hallway.

Penny bounced off the couch and bolted to the door. Caust was just looking over the back of the couch when she let in her friend. "Desmond, 'bout time, you jerk! I got a surprise for you."

"Your surprises are always weird," Desmond wearily grumbled.

The magpie got up from the couch and smoothed down his shirt. As he stepped around, he and Desmond examined each other frankly like victims of a blind date.

Caust liked what he saw. Desmond was small in frame, green-eyed, blonde-haired; some kind of fox with a ringed tail and a nervous disposition, based on the diffident way with which he carried himself.

Desmond showed some reserved interest in the bird, a black creature with striking blue feathers as highlights. Their heights were similar and so were their builds.

"Hi there," Desmond said quietly.

"Hello," the magpie replied. "Uh. I'm Caust."

"Desmond," he answered.

"Okay, everyone knows each other. Now let's do something [i]ga-a-ay!"[/i] Penny cried, taking on the exuberance of an emcee.

The males looked at each other, then Desmond looked away, his cheeks getting hot.

Penny snickered. She peeled off her shirt, pulled off her skirt, made herself nude. Both fox and bird looked at the bear, Caust's interest a bit more guarded than Desmond's unvarnished appreciation for the bear. He guessed that Desmond was the babysitter Penny compared all others to.

"You both like guys! Don't act like it's not true." She grabbed Desmond, hooking an arm around his butt, and nudged him toward the magpie. "Let's start off with something simple. I wanna see you guys kiss. You can kiss with a beak, right?"

"I've done it," Desmond replied.

"Uh, yeah, I can make it work," Caust agreed. He looked at Penny and her smooth chest; then Desmond and his nervous expression. Tentatively he touched the fox on the side. "So... Desmond."

The foxcoon looked at him sharply. "Yeah?"

Penny shoved the fox into Caust. He fell against the magpie with a yip. Then her fingers grappled with their clothes. She yanked down Caust's shorts then attacked Desmond's fly, undoing the button and zipper deftly. The magpie squawked, the foxcoon only took the disrobing without protest.

"Come o-o-on," Penny groaned. [i]"Kiss![/i] It's so hot when guys fuck."

Desmond surprised Caust with a smooch on the beak. The magpie, blushing a bit himself, gave Desmond a soft bump with his beak in return. Desmond's tongue felt cautiously along the side and Caust opened his beak, licked at Desmond's tongue, coaxing a soft coo from the fox.

It was then as if a dam had been broken. The two began to lap and slurp, Desmond pressing his sticky jowls to Caust's short gray beak, the edges of which Caust kept carefully filed just for intimate moments. Within the slobbering, moaning kiss the pair devolved into, there came occasional clicking and scraping sounds as Desmond's teeth rubbed the hard surface of Caust's beak.

Close by, the bear was grinning tremendously. She felt like a porno director making the kind of hot films her brother kept in his computer. Unlike a director, she began to get very handsy with her performers. She groped their soft, round behinds; felt between their legs and caressed their balls. Their penises - Caust's tapering, conelike cock and Desmond's small but eager uncircumcised meat - ground together like fencing swords, precum oozing from their tips, rolling down the shafts.

"Ooh yeah. [i]Yeah,"[/i] Penny snarled. She nuzzled into Caust's rear, nosed up under his tail feathers. Her nostrils flared against the bud of his anus as she smelled him, and then she slobbered across his rim. The bird shuddered and pressed in closer to Desmond, winged arms clinging to the coonfox. His hands slid down, cupping Desmond's round orange ass cheeks.

"Fuck, fuck," Caust breathed, precum falling steadily from his cock. He slurped the roof of Desmond's mouth. The fox welcomed Caust's tongue, sucking it and cooing.

The bear worked her paws between their bodies and squeezed their dicks together. Both penises throbbed, fully erect and leaking their mess. Her boys cooed and moaned as they devoured each other in the kiss and ground their groins together.

"You guys are so damn hot," Penny grunted. "This is the best thing ever. Now, um-, now fuck Desmond! Caust, fuck Desmond in the butt!"

The kiss broke off, the two queers huffing and blushing. Caust was grinning, Desmond more nervous but no less eager. "Sure, I'll fuck him," the bird said, sounding both sweet and lurid.

The foxcoon moved to the floor behind the couch and shimmied out of his pants the rest of the way. Caust stepped out of his shorts, removing his shirt too. The nude bird and bottomless foxcoon coupled again on the floor. The bird tongued Desmond's maw while grinding cocks with him eagerly.

Penny muscled in a few seconds later. "Nuh-uh, doggystyle," she instructed. "That way Desmond can lick me while he gets fucked in the butt."

"Good thinking," Desmond said grumpily. He was enjoying Caust's affection.

"What the princess wants, the princess gets," Caust said with a smirk. "Isn't that right, Penny?"

"Yeah," Penny agreed without irony.

Desmond rolled over, moving smoothly to his paws and knees. He hiked his big, bushy tail high and looked back at Caust imploringly. "Be gentle, I don't do this a lot."

"I know what I'm doing," the bird said, managing to sound comforting instead of patronizing. He eased open Desmond's cheeks and prodded his tongue at the foxcoon's anus. Its small bud tensed; Desmond moaned softly.

The little bear leaned close to get a good look. "Ooh. Ooh yeah, that's [i]good[/i] stuff. You [i]eat[/i] that ass."

Caust rolled his eyes. Penny was hot in her unique way, but Caust was a gay bird before he was a pedophile. He wished he was doing this on his own, without the girl in the way playing director. He tongued Desmond's asshole a bit clumsily, but thoroughly. His saliva smeared across its rim and the feminine fox squirmed for him, uttering gentle moans and encouraging words.

"Feels good, right?" Caust said, giving Desmond another gentle prod. Then he eased back, moved over the foxcoon, mounted his fine round ass. He guided the cone of his cock between Desmond's cheeks and touched its tip to the fox's rim.

"Fu-u-uck hi-i-im," Penny groaned, bouncing with impatience. She was rubbing her vulva, huffing.

"Cut it out, Penny," Desmond groused.

Caust smirked at the exchange. He pushed into the fox firmly and somewhat briskly, but he knew he could get away with it. The tapering shape of his penis was forgiving; no barbs, no cruel knots, just eight inches of smooth birdmeat. He bottomed out in Desmond and got a cute squeak from the fox.

"Shit," Desmond huffed. "That feels good."

The bird agreed. He fucked Desmond nice and slow, at least at first. As irritating as he found Penny's direction, he started to enjoy her rambling bits of encouragement. It helped that she was masturbating, shutting herself up in the process, having seemingly forgotten her plan to extort some cunnilingus from the fox. Desmond's gentle moans were far more pleasant to him; he liked the effect he had on the fox. He reached under Desmond and fingered the fox's small prick, tugging it.

"So hot, so-o-o fucking hot," Penny shuddered. "Cum inside of him. Fill him up with it."

"Yeah," Caust lackadaisically agreed. He draped himself fully over Desmond, beak bumping the fox's cheek, hips hitting the fox's butt in pleasantly repetitious ways. He whispered to the fox, "You like that, right? You like being fucked?"

"I do, I do," Desmond huffed. He nuzzled with Caust and smooched the bird on the beak. "Fuck, dude."

"Fuck, du-u-ude," Penny cruelly parroted. She giggled. "I changed my mi-i-ind! I want you dorks to fuck me instead."

The magpie went along as if he hadn't heard the bear. He squeezed an arm around the fox and quickened his pace. He was cooing to the fox, gentle little caws, telling the fox without speaking how good a partner he was. Only part of this was to spite Penny; he quite liked Desmond now.

"Mm, oh god," Desmond shuddered. "Harder, dude."

"Hello-o-o?" Penny groaned. "Come [i]on![/i] Don't you guys want to fuck [i]me?[/i]

The two queers ignored Penny as she snorted and huffed. Caust's eyes closed. He fucked Desmond a bit harder, making his hips smack against the foxcoon's ass. Downy feathers and plush fur muted the sounds but the impact was there.

"Fuck, man," Caust sighed. "We ought to do this again, Desmond."

"You assholes!"

"Yeah," Desmond agreed, uttering a giggle with a mild strain to it. "You're a cool bird."

A long, frustrated groan. "Oh, I hate you two."

Caust hunkered down on Desmond. The fox was holding up both of them now. The magpie smashed his hips into Desmond's rump, rutting the fox, fingering his cock more than jerking it off. Cawing with his breaths now, clicking his beak at times, Caust felt a familiar tightness in his balls and a general feeling of pleasure all over his body. Penny was saying something novel and bitchy but the bird was too happy to care.

The magpie came inside of Desmond with a breathless caw. His cum pumped into the fox, making Desmond moan and push back, making him beg with words and body language to please finish him, just a little bit more now. Caust gripped Desmond's small but hard cock and squeezed it, tugged it, until he felt the fox's anal walls tighten. Then he felt a hot and sticky mess gush into his fingers, leaving them webbed and gummy.

"Ho, fuck," Caust shuddered, laying on Desmond. "Hey, thanks, Penny. I really like this guy."

"Fuck you both," Penny snarled.

Desmond laid against the carpet and Caust laid on him, not so much snuggling as crashing together. Penny stomped off, disappearing into the hallway. Neither of the queers paid her much attention.

"We should probably fuck her," Desmond murmured. "Teasing her was fun, but... you know."

"Eventually," Caust said. He bumped his beak against Desmond's cheek. "Fuck, I'm spent right now. I don't care how tight she is."

Desmond chuckled. "Hey, do you want to do this again sometime for real, maybe?"

"Obviously," the bird answered. "Next time without Penny bossing me around, though."

The fox closed his eyes. Caust sighed and laid with him. "Sounds like a date," the fox said quietly.