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Alongside her, Line and Line BFF Emilie are the felines twin little brother and two jock classmates. As the night unfolds, a seemingly innocent game of Truth or Dare starts off on an innocent note... but the alcohol turns this upside down.\n\nAlternative reading sites:\nhttps://www.sofurry.com/view/2205427 \nhttps://www.furaffinity.net/view/59020023/ \nhttps://archiveofourown.org/works/60983599/chapters/155790052 ","description_bbcode_parsed":"Support me and Hooves via patreon and subscribestar everyone: https://www.patreon.com/Hooves_and_Alfons https://subscribestar.adult/hooves-and-alfons
Kristine finds herself unexpectedly trapped at her classmate Line's house due to a storm after the end of the bobcat's birthday party. Alongside her, Line and Line BFF Emilie are the felines twin little brother and two jock classmates. As the night unfolds, a seemingly innocent game of Truth or Dare starts off on an innocent note... but the alcohol turns this upside down.
Alternative reading sites:
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https://www.furaffinity.net/view/59020023/
https://archiveofourown.org/works/60983599/chapters/155... ","writing":"[center][b]Chapter One: Daring Confessions and Unveiling Secrets\n[/b][/center]\n\nThe ride Kristine had hoped would pick her up was now unable to make it because of traffic and an accident on the highway. With the other guests having already been picked up, the tall doe was now stranded in her classmate's home.\n\n\nThe birthday party had wrapped up not long ago, with the last of the cake eaten. Now the only ones left were her, the bobcat birthday girl, Line, and her husky best friend, Emilie. In terms of guys, there was Tray the ram and Brady the goat. Line’s little brother, Daven, was upstairs doing whatever – she didn’t really care since he had never even joined the party.\n\n\n“Kristine, come and join us!” The eager voice emanating from the living room was none other than Line’s. The bobcat girl still wanted to keep the party going, as she’d enjoyed the good company and, surprisingly, a good storm on top of it all.\n\n\n“Stupid rain, those jocks better not try anything,” she whispered to herself. \n\n\nThe rain hitting the windows reminded her of just how trapped she felt with them… “at least there are two girls here to keep me company,” the slender doe reminded herself. \n\n\nThe house was large and spacious; there had been enough room for all twenty of their classmates to have stayed the night if it’d been necessary.\n\n\n“So you leaving or what?” Brady asked with a snort and head tilt, a movement he thought made him look cool, but just made him look like a brain dead moron, in Kristine’s mind.\n\n\n“Oh, I'm not going out into that!” the doe retorted to her shorter classmate, gesturing towards the window where cold, hard rain was drumming loudly.\n\n\n“Cool,” the goat grunted, looking her over with desire in his yellow eyes. It was a stereotype that goats were horn dogs, and it was clear that in this instance, Brady embodied that cliché. \n\n\nThe pretty doe moved past him carefully, keeping an eye on him as he followed her. Swiftly, she joined the other girls on the sofa, while Brady positioned himself next to his ram friend, the two of them each sitting in a chair across from the girls, the low table in between them making for a solid barrier, which Kristine found to be a godsend.\n\n\nLine had placed herself all the way to the right on the sofa, with Emilie in the middle and the doe off to the left. Across from them, Brady had sat himself in a lounge chair across from Kristine and Emilie, while Tray sat in a similar chair across from Line and Emilie.\n\n\n“Um, so what are we gonna do now?” Tray, the woolly ram, asked, turning his attention to the cute feline girl who was the host and today’s lucky birthday girl. \n\n\n“Wanna play a drinking game?” he suggested with a smirk, aware that Line's parents had deemed her old enough to host an unsupervised party, or gathering as they called it. \n\n\nLine's parents were out of town, visiting a spa clinic in a nearby mountain village renowned for its refreshing hot springs. Due to their absence, and the sudden change in weather, Brady and Tray were hoping to strike it lucky with the birthday girl, or one of her friends.\n\n\n“Dude, that's such a good idea,” Brady chuckled, recalling the one time he got lucky with a tipsy donkey girl at his older brother's place during a large university party.\n\n\n“Oh, that sounds like a good idea.” \n\n\nLine’s smile brightened the stormy atmosphere, her husky friend’s tail wagging against the soft pillows behind them to show that she was equally as interested. The two had never tried alcohol, so it was a golden opportunity in their minds. \n\n\n“But what drinking game are we thinking though?” the ever so eager husky asked, her ears tilting in a manner that hinted at her both being confused and out for answers. \n\n\n“Truth or dare, and of course if you can’t complete either you gotta take a shot!” Brady said with bravado, making it sound almost like a quest rather than a friendly game. \n\n\n“Truth or dare, just the five of us, won’t that become a bit boring?” Kristine’s chestnut eyes finally found a reason to rip themselves away from the phone they’d been glued onto. The doe had done truth or dare before, but that had been with over ten furs… though only girls.\n\n\n“What, do you think we are uninteresting?” Tray joked, though both Emilie and Kristine had to internally admit to both Tray and Brady being simple, if not slightly too simple as both of the girls could tell that there wasn’t much else but instincts in between those prey ears of theirs.\n\n\n“Of course not, I think it’ll be just the thing to end off an amazing party!” Line was pumped full of sugar and happy energy, the bobcat finding the two jocks more than suitable for such a drinking game to be played. \n\n\n“But what are we going to drink?” Emilie demanded to know, flashing Tray a smile. She found the ram quite attractive, given his stunning and popular stature, even if he was an idiot. \n\n\nTray looked around with a smirk, he stood up and walked away from the group, his barren cloven hooves echoing off of the wooden floor that was present in the living room. The only place without a carpet as there was a fireplace present along one of its walls.\n\n\nHe hadn’t planned anything for tonight, considering the suddenness of the storm. Yet he could at least figure out where the booze was at. \n\n\nWalking into the kitchen, his yellow eyes stumbled upon a glass cabinet filled with bottles. Not wasting a moment, he pulled out a bottle of spirits, which had been covered in dust.\n\n\n“Oh, where did you find that?” Line asked as he returned, vaguely remembering her father unwrapping it from a gift a few years back. It’d been a present from her father’s brother, a somewhat self-serving gift since her father didn’t drink. \n\n\nHer uncle on the other paw, loved this particular brand of alcohol like he’d forgotten what water was of all things. Of course, her uncle had not been invited over in years, so the bottle and the ones beside it had been forgotten for a long time as it couldn’t be used for cooking food.\n\n\n“In a kitchen cabinet, you know, just beside the sink,” Tray explained with a smirk before smacking it on the table in front of them, not at all caring about the mark he left.\n\n\n“There were like six unopened bottles in there… so I figured no one would miss one.” The ram seemed to think he was being clever, having already broken the seal and taken a taste.\n\n\n“Dude, that’s smart,” Brady praised, a habit of his whenever Tray came up with an idea. \n\n\nAcross from the goat, Kristine rolled her brown eyes at Brady's mindless flattery of the other jock, regretting once again that she hadn't considered accepting one of her friends' offers to ride home with them before they’d left about half an hour ago.\n\n\n“Smart my tail, he just found a random bottle and grabbed it… and EW! Has your parents never taught you to never drink directly from the bottle!” Kristine asked in offence, finding it both childish and disgusting to see another fur drink straight from a bottle of alcohol instead of simply pouring it into different glasses for them all to drink from. \n\n\n“Gotta agree with Kristine on that one, Tray. Go fetch another bottle and I’ll go fetch us some glass to drink from… Oh, and preferably a bottle you haven’t sipped on.” Line was normally more the happy type, yet had a similar stand on such prudish etiquette as Kristine had.\n\n\n\"I don’t drink,\" the doe announced. \n\n\nThe goat's expression shifted between emotions as he tried to process his quickly thought-up plan falling apart and getting insulted by two girls, but he found his intellect falling short of a comeback.\n\n\n“Well, none of us do… really,” Emilie pointed out with a cute smile, snuggling up to her doe friend for a moment on the couch as the chill weather outside crept its way into the living room. \n\n\n“Drinking is a penalty, Kristine,” Emilie reminded her, while Line and Tray went to get a few more bottles- and enough cups for a small army as she didn’t know if any of her furry friends wanted to drink from a fancy or normal glass. \n\n\nMeanwhile Emilie had gone over to start the fireplace, the doe sharing a quick glance of appreciation with her classmate as she also thought that it’d gotten a little cold.\n\n\nThe tall girl simply shook her head as they returned, admitting defeat as she seemed to be the only one who was against the game. “Fine, so who starts then?” Kristine asked, her arms crossed.\n\n\n“Well, the birthday girl, of course,” Tray proposed, knowing it would make the feline happy.\n\n\n“Yesss,” the grey furred birthday girl squealed, standing up to do a little dance of celebration. Her hips shaking made her pretty skirt flutter, enough to give her seated BFF a flash but just too little to give the jocks anything worth celebrating.\n\n\n“Okay, who shall I choose as my first victim then?” She looked around, her blue eyes falling on the goat who was unapologetically ogling her. \n\n\n“Brady, truth or dare!”\n\n\n“I um…” Taken off guard, the fluffy guy had to gather his thoughts for a moment. \n\n\n\"D-dare,\" came his response as his brain caught up with being the first target. He wanted to show off, after all, and his secrets wouldn’t impress anyone present, especially not the girls.\n\n\n“I want you to show us a picture of that donkey you’ve been boasting so much about.” She flicked back her white hair, a hint of pride in her pose as she tongue-tied her prey classmate with the first question as her slim eyed classmate grew globes for eyes for a mere second. \n\n\nWith a weak groan, Brady picked up the bottle and downed his first one for the night, one of the few he hoped for, as he wasn’t much a fan of the alcohol brand spirits. \n\n\n“Hold up,” Kristine called out, “Which order are we gonna go with?” \n\n\n“I was thinking of the classic clockwise motion, First me, then Tray, Brady, you, Emilie and then back to me,” Line explained, the bobcat’s tail celebrating her first victory for the night, as it swayed back and forth behind Line (The tail design of her skirt made sure that it wasn’t flashing up everytime the tail moved about). \n\n\n“Okay, well… carry on then,” Kristine called out, the doe leaning back into the fluffy fabric of her classmates sofa, as she once more thought of picking up her phone. If only to try and ignore the jocks across from her and the mess she’d gotten herself into. \n\n\n“Alright. Kristine, truth or dare?” Tray asked with a smirk, as he looked over at the pretty doe, her pointed cervine snout contorting for a moment as she put down her phone. \n\n\nShe struggled with it for a moment, knowing if she said dare the goat would ask her to do something filthy. But if she said truth, then he would ask her something embarrassing. \n\n\nThat left her with taking a shot. She reached down, grabbed her glass, and gulped the shot down. The taste wasn't half bad, but the liquid burned all the way down her long throat, filling her body with a pleasant warmth. This observation made Tray and Brady exchange knowing looks. \n\n\nIf Kristine kept on drinking like that, the doe was going to be an easy lay. \n\n\nKristine set the glass down on the table with a loud 'thump', before Tray quickly refilled the tiny glass from the bottle he had brought for the girls to drink. Meanwhile the jocks on their side of the table simply shared a bottle between them, neither caring about Kristine’s comment from earlier.\n\n\nSeeing the expectant look on Line's face to his right made Brady realise that he was holding up the game. \"Oh, sorry… Emilie, truth or dare?\" Brady blurted out, his mind racing to come up with a good question and challenge to ask and or dare Emilie with.\n\n\n\"Hm, I think I'll go with the truth,\" Emilie responded, preferring not to consider any dares until she'd had a few drinks. The husky leaned forward, preparing herself for a shot, thinking to do like Kristine and preemptively taken a shot before Brady could come up with a question\n\n\n\"Have you ever had a boyfriend?\" Brady asked, catching the husky slightly off guard, as she had expected the goat to take much more time coming up with a question. She had braced herself for something creepy, not such a mundane question.\n\n\n\"W-well, no, I haven't…\" Emilie admitted, and then leaned back into the sofa, letting her fluffy tail envelop her curvy body. Admitting her lack of experience with males embarrassed her more than she expected. She was the attractive and wanted girl in their class, so everyone simply expected that she had a boyfriend outside of school, since she’d never decided to get a boyfriend from among her classmates or from one of the other parallel classes. \n\n\n“Unless you count my crush on the lead singer from the Canine Crawlers,” she added under her breath, just loud enough for them all to hear.\n\n\n“Sure, but he isn’t your boyfriend, now is he?” Tray retorted, finding her statement a little too girly. Though he couldn’t completely blame her—they were a good male band, and that lead singer was quite the pretty husky. The ram’s imagination went into overdrive, as he didn’t even register how he’d left Emilie in quite an uncomfortable state.\n\n\nSeeing her friend's discomfort, Kristine coughed into her paw to capture the attention of the others around her. \"Tray, truth or dare?\" \n\n\nKnowing that he and his bro Brady were outnumbered by the girls, Tray decided that opting for dares would be the easier choice. After all, truth was the Achilles' heel for them, while dare were the girls' weak spot, or at least that’s what he’d heard from others who’d played truth or dare.\n\n\n“Dare, of course,” the ram spoke, puffing out his chest to emphasise that he wasn’t afraid of taking on a challenge like Brady had been… not that he blamed his bro when it came to that donkey girl he’d been with a while back. \n\n\nTray’s horns had always benefited his appearance and popularity, and fortunately, they also lent him an air of confidence, even in this moment where he felt unsure about the situation. \n\n\nKristine stared at Tray, unsurprised that he would choose the dare, as he was undoubtedly hoping for a challenge that was naughtily exciting. The pretty doe smirked, planning to give him exactly that, just not in the way he expected. \n\n\n\"I dare you,\" Kristine paused for effect, watching Tray's smirk broaden, the ram she found to be ugly was anticipating something salaciously fun. Brady looked both excited and nervous, his eagerness like a beacon for Kristine to toy with.\n\n\n\"To kiss,\" Tray appeared more smug by the second, while Brady's grin grew in anticipation. \n\n\n\"Oh, looks like someone's getting excited,\" the doe giggled, genuinely enjoying herself for the first time since the storm had trapped her. Tray was so smug, and this was going to deflate him a bit. \n\n\n\"To kiss Emilie's foot paw,\" Kristine finished, observing the cheerful grin disappear from Tray's snout, the ram was apparently disinterested in paws it seemed. Brady, on the other paw, seemed almost to be drooling, making Kristine roll her eyes at his exaggerated and primal reaction.\n\n\n\"I can think of a few places on Emilie’s body I'd much rather kiss,\" Tray remarked, trying to maintain a suave and confident demeanour as he stood up from his chair and leaned in while Emilie playfully presented her foot paw from across the table. \n\n\nThe girls watched and giggled as the ram gave a quick peck to the top of the husky girl's furry foot paw, the ram’s already thin and yellow eyes growing even thinner in contempt.\n\n\nEmilie laughed for a moment, glancing around at the others' reactions. “Okay… Um, Line, truth or dare?” she asked with a wink, her best friend smiling back at her with warmth.\n\n\n“Truth,” Line responded, still smiling, trusting that Emilie wouldn’t ask her anything too uncomfortable.\n\n\n“Have you ever touched a male’s… Organ?” Emilie inquired, catching her best friend off guard. Line knew Emilie was aware of the answer; it was something they had discussed before. Yet, it wasn’t a topic she was eager to delve into.\n\n\n“Ahem… Ahem, well, yes,” Line admitted at last, shocking and exciting the two jocks. The bobcat had once played with her family's former feral pet out of curiosity, a fact she’d shared with Emilie.\n\n\nBrady and Tray laughed, both sounding overly excited by Line's surprisingly naughty revelation. “Damn, Line, whose organ was it?” Brady blurted out unapologetically, earning a subtle rebuke from Kristine, who had to remind him that it wasn't his turn.\n\n\n“Finally, it's my turn again,” Line exclaimed with a mix of embarrassment and relief, finding her past curiosity too mortifying to dwell on amidst this fun new game.\n\n\n“Who's it going to be, birthday girl?” Kristine asked, hoping the shorter bobcat would pick one of the jocks as payback for embarrassing Emilie earlier. \n\n\n\"Brady, truth or dare?\" Line called, pointing a sharp, clawed finger towards the goat. The soft overhead lights set a relaxed or tense mood for the game, depending on whom one asked.\n\n\n“Girl, I choose dare,” Brady declared, feeling more self-assured this time about completing the challenge. He crossed his arms, puffed out his chest, and lifted his chin as he leaned back.\n\n\n“I dare you to… Give a foot paw massage to the fur on your right for one minute,” Line dared with a big broad smile, her sharp teeth gleaming in the lamplight. She always made sure to maintain good dental hygiene, as any predator worth their salt would.\n\n\n“What the… But Tray has hooves, for God's sake!” Brady exclaimed in confusion, unsure on how to massage a solid object like a hoof. While he wasn't averse to female goats or other hooved girls like Kristine, Brady still preferred foot paws like Emilie's or Line's.\n\n\n\"Get creative or take another shot of spirits - your choice,\" Line retorted, crossing her arms as her confidence grew. She didn't want Brady to drink like last time, but the idea of a fun spectacle did appeal to her, as she’d be two for two.\n\n\nBrady knelt down and began massaging Tray's hooves, but the ram didn't feel anything and found the situation uninteresting if a little embarrassing, so simply leaned back to look up at the ceiling. \n\n\nNoticing the lack of reaction, Brady moved up Tray's leg, massaging the soft skin above the hooves. In turn, Tray let out a grunt, surprised by how sore his muscles were.\n\n\nGiggles filled the room, as both males blushed with embarrassment. Looking back down, Tray met Line's gaze, seeking revenge for making his friend massage him like this. \n\n\nKristine was tapping her own cloven hoof on the floor slowly, as she watched Brady rub his fellow jock buddies' legs. Both the jocks looked clearly uncomfortable, although Tray wasn't as bothered by the touch as she had expected. Still, it gave her ideas for her next turn. \n\n\nThe minute passed by quickly, much to Tray's relief, as he found the message was unexpectedly enjoyable. “Ok, finished,” Brady snorted, very quickly moving away from his friend. The goat shook his paws with vigour, like he was trying to sling the 'Yuck' off of them. \n\n\n\"Back at you, Line. Truth or dare?\" Tray snorted. \n\n\nLine leaned back, observing the ram for a moment, knowing his devious mind was going to ask her about the organ she had admitted touching.\n\n\n\"Ahem, dare…\" she answered in a soft, feminine tone common among felines, as Tray eagerly smiled at her for a brief moment.\n\n\n\"I dare you to sit on my lap for the rest of the game,\" Tray blurted out quickly, his excitement showing in his gaze as he locked eyes with Line. \n\n\nThe bobcat paused, glancing at the girls and then poured herself a glass of spirits. She hastily downed it, causing her to cough and choke momentarily, eliciting chuckling from the room. \n\n\nTray blushed in fury as Line cleverly turned the dare back on him by showing her disinterest in him.\n\n\nSeeing his friend's anger simmer just beneath the surface, Brady called out, \"Kristine, truth or dare?\" the goat said to the passive doe, aiming to retaliate for Kristine daring Tray to kiss Emilie’s foot paw instead of him. \n\n\nKristine's ears perked up; Brady was no Tray by a long shot, and though he shared Tray's horn dog nature, the goat seemingly possessed less malice than the ram from what she knew. \n\n\n\"I'll play nice, truth,\" Kristine responded, her uncertainty evident. She briefly contemplated opting for a dare, curious about what Brady might conjure up. Yet, considering his laid-back question to Emilie, she deemed truth the safer bet.\n\n\n\"What’s your bra size?\" \n\n\nTray sported a smile on his face, feeling vindicated with Brady on his side. Kristine rolled her eyes; she knew she was small, so it was a question that had often presented itself at school. \n\n\n“Why ask, there are already enough truthful rumours swirling at school?\"\n\n\n“Rumours are rumours; I prefer hearing it from the source,” Brady replied, leaning forward in his chair, his gaze fixed intently on Kristine, her long neck making sure he didn’t look down. \n\n\n“Fine, I’ve… Um, I've got A-cups,” Kristine finally managed to admit, a faint pink tint colouring her brown cheeks as she averted her eyes from the group, glancing at the rain-drenched windows where the storm raged outside relentlessly. \n\n\nAcross from her, the jocks mentally noted down her small cup size, even though they had actually known it already, while Kristine schemed the next move for her unsuspecting target. \n\n\n“Tray, truth or dare?” she called out with a sudden gleam in her eyes.\n\n\n“I pick dare, of course.”\n\n\n“I dare you to sit on Brady’s lap for the rest of the game.” \n\n\nThe bottle was lifted hastily, with Tray swiftly downing the bitter liquid in response. Laughter erupted as Tray took his punishment shot; even Brady let out a soft giggle. \n\n\nBrady realised that Kristine was playing a game of her own, a realisation that both scared and impressed the goat a little - Even though he was quite certain he wouldn't enjoy whatever challenges she had in store for him down the line.\n\n\nEmilie bit her lower lip, scanning the room intently for a moment. Eventually, she decided the jocks had had enough for now. With a smirk, she shifted her gaze over to Kristine. \n\n\nSensing Emilie's gaze, Kristine anticipated the upcoming question before it was even asked. \n\n\n“Kristine, truth or dare?” Emilie spoke. With their out of school friendship only slightly developed, Kristine saw it as a test of trust with the other girl.\n\n\n“Dare,” Kristine replied, catching the other furs in the room off guard, some more than others. Emilie's green eyes sparkled as she locked them with the deer girls. \n\n\n“I dare you to…” Emilie paused, pondering for a moment, a sly smile playing on her lips as she glanced around the group. “Touch someone's underwear!”\n\n\n\"Someone's, can it be anyone at all?\" Kristine asked, grinning femininely, while watching Brady and Tray squirming in the corner of her eye: the jocks hoping for an eighteen-plus scene, the deer, in turn, wanted to tease them without giving them what they wanted. \n\n\n“Yes, any in this room!” Emilie said, sharing a knowing look with Kris, who nodded in agreement.\n\n\n“Alright…” Smirking, she reached down, being careful not to expose herself, and touched her own panties. Her tight jeans made for an even tighter fit with her paw there. The scene drew first groans and then protests from the guys, while all three of the girls laughed about it. \n\n\n“No, no, no… She can't do that. It has to be someone else's underwear,” Brady protested loudly, disappointed by the deer's playful manoeuvre.\n\n\n“I said it could be anyone in this room, and that includes her,” Emilie interjected with a chuckle, overruling Brady as the two dismayed jocks groaned in protest.\n\n\n“LAME!” Tray exclaimed, expressing his disappointment with the situation.\n\n\n“Alright, my turn again,” Line managed to declare amidst the giggles. The game, though veering into pervy territory at times, proved to be quite entertaining\n\n\n“Who is it gonna be this time? Hopefully not Brady again again?” Emilie interjected, having brushed off her earlier embarrassment. \n\n\nThe husky noticed the growing smug smile on her friend's face, causing her to reconsider speaking up. Her ears laid flat against her head, as she could almost hear Line's next sentence before the words had left the feline's mouth.\n\n\n“Emilie, truth or dare?” Line positioned herself on the end of the sofa, watching her friend closely to anticipate her decision.\n\n\n“Um, I choose,” Emilie started, unsure if she should trust her friend. She knew that tooth grinning smile and it never booted well, but the truth might be even more dangerous, the husky concluded, as she saw a revenge brew behind the feline’s eyes from the organ question she’d asked earlier. \n\n\n“I choose dare!” \n\n\nLine raised her paw, tapping her chin with a claw as she mulled over how to playfully tease her best friend. She didn’t want to down right make her more embarrassed, but she did want revenge for that last truth Emilie had made her reveal to the jocks. \n\n\n“Since you haven't touched a male's organ, I dare you to… Touch Tray’s.”\n\n\nTray could barely get happy about the dare, before but Emilie swiftly raised the shot glass to her lips, and downed the drink in an instant. The unfamiliar taste of alcohol caused the husky to cough, having never experienced it before.\n\n\n“How do adults drink this swill?” Emilie exclaimed, tears welling in her green eyes as the harsh liquid burned her throat. \n\n\n\"I dunno… I kinda like it,\" Kristine giggled, licking her lips. The strong liquid warmed her insides pleasantly, even if she'd only taken one shot. It made the deer girl feel more relaxed than she had in years; a strange thought popped into her head, making her smile faintly as she looked over at Tray. The ram returned her look with a gaze of his own.\n\n\n\"Alright, Kristine, what's it going to be?\" the ram asked with a snicker, as the doe took a long, shuddering breath. \n\n\n\"Or would you rather just drink now?\" Tray said as he held the bottle up and shook it.\n\n\n“Truth,” she replied in a soft voice, trying to go for innocence but sounding silly instead. \n\n\n“Why? We all know you're just going to drink,” Tray laughed as he leaned back, resting his paws behind him as he looked over at her. \n\n\n“Okay, okay,” the ram chuckled, enjoying the doe’s look of displeasure, it wasn't like she had drank more than the others. “Tell us your naughtiest secret.” \n\n\nKristine's jaw dropped, either she told them her secret, or she drank again like the lush he’d hinted she was. \"Sod off,\" the doe snorted, taking the girl's bottle and pouring herself a shot of spirits. She downed it much more easily this time around; it seemed to get easier the more her body got used to it. The fiery burn left her throat feeling dry, yet the warm glow in her belly seemed to wash over the rest of her body.\n\n\n“Line, truth or dare!” Brady shouted, his mood lifted by seeing the doe take another shot. Even though it was only her second drink of the night, the jocks were gleefully noting that they were ahead in the competition of getting the girls drunker than themselves.\n\n\n“Hmm, what should I choose,” Line mused out loud, the bobcat girl reflecting on her not-so-great experiences so far. She had either been dared to sit in Tray’s lap or felt betrayed by Emilie, who had disclosed one of her more personal secrets to the group. \n\n\n“I think I’ll go with the truth,” Line decided, preferring not to give the jocks any advantage by choosing a dare this time around.\n\n\n“Whose organ did you touch?” Her grey tail twitched, and she shot an irritated glance at the canine while pondering her answer. \n\n\nDespite the high alcohol content in the drink Tray had found, this was only her second shot. So Line concluded that she could afford to skip answering the provocative question since she hadn't even gotten tipsy yet, even though she had no clue what that felt like. \n\n\nPouring herself another shot, Line downed the vile liquid with a slight growl. Her tail swished over to slap against her husky friend's back, as this was partially her fault.\n\n\n“Brady, truth or dare?” Kristine called out, the goat pondered it over for a little bit, he’d gone for two dare rounds in a row, so perhaps it was time to switch it up.\n\n\n“I’ll go with… Truth.” \n\n\nTray, stopping himself from facepalming, simply rolled his yellow eyes, a tad infuriated by Brady's apparent lack of self-awareness at their Achilles' heel.\n\n\n“Tell us the name of your jenny lover… Her FULL name, if you remember it,” Kristine teased, delighting internally at the deflated expression on Brady's face.\n\n\n“New rule: we can only dare someone or ask them something once. No repeating the same thing over and over,” Brady grumbled. \n\n\nThe husky and doe were about ready to call him out for his unsportsmanlike behaviour as he took a shot, but Line interjected before they could.\n\n\n\"Agreed, and since I’m the birthday girl, my word is law.\" \n\n\nBrady’s suggestion brought a hint of relief to Line, as it allowed her to push aside worries about that uncomfortable feral dick for the rest of the evening. Or at least she hoped so, acknowledging to herself that the rule had its loopholes. Nonetheless, it was better than nothing, the bobcat hoping that the spirits would help cover up those loopholes.\n\n\n“Tray, truth or dare?” Emilie chimed in, with the ram predictably opting for a dare. \n\n\n“I dare you to… Massage Brady’s hooves!” \n\n\nIf Tray had sharp teeth, they’d have been barred; instead, a large vein throbbed on his forehead. The idea of having to endure the unpleasant task from earlier once again, this time being the one to submit and kneel down, disgusted him greatly, the ram glaring down at the bottle before him. \n \n“Not a fan of foot paws or hooves, hmm?” Kristine commented, observing Tray reluctantly prepare for his second shot. Not wanting to miss out on the solidarity, she exchanged a fist bump with her husky friend as they both watched Tray gulp down the bitter drink.\n\n\nLine squirmed on the sofa next to Emilie, looking vaguely uncomfortable. \"I need to go wee… Does anyone else need to go as well?\" The birthday girl asked awkwardly. \n\n\nLine had already leaped to her foot paws before Kristine could even raise her paw. \"I'm calling for a restroom break!\" she announced, racing out of the room and leaving her four guests momentarily confused as the sound of her claws scratching the floor disappeared as she reached the soft and carpeted floor outside of the living room.\n\n\n\"Well, I need to go too,\" Kristine admitted. Climbing to her hooves, the doe headed towards the back hallway where the first-floor bathroom was located, knowing Line had gone to the upstairs bathroom in the opposite end of the house. \n\n\nThis left Emilie sitting there, soon to be joined by Tray and Brady, who moved to either side of her now that the others had left. \n\n\n…..\n\n\nAs Kristine rounded the corner into the dimly lit hallway, she collided with something—or someone. \"Ugh,\" she groaned as they both stumbled and fell to the carpeted floor. \n\n\n\"What the hell?!\" the flustered deer exclaimed, realising she had landed on top of someone. Looking down, she saw the surprised face of Daven, Line's younger twin brother. \n\n\nWho was younger by about twenty minutes or so, a shy and introverted bobcat, Kristine thought, remembering that she hadn’t seen him at Line's birthday party.\n\n\n\"I wasn't eavesdropping, I promise!\" Daven exclaimed hurriedly, looking embarrassed as a deep blush spread itself across his face. \n\n\nIt made Kristine laugh a little; clearly, he’d been curious about the game. It was somewhat endearing, yet she felt a bit sorry for the socially awkward feline.\n\n\n“Calm down, I'm just looking for the bathroom,” Kristine explained gently, the doe struggling to lift herself off of the bobcat who lay frozen on the floor, shocked and embarrassed. \n\n\nAs she attempted to disentangle herself , Kristine's paw grasped something firm.\n\n\n“Eek!” Daven squealed in shock and horror, his blue eyes widening as he stared up at her for a prolonged moment. Then, his mouth fell open as Kristine tried to free herself once more. \n\n\nFollowing his gaze downward, she realised her left paw was gripping something thick and tube-like, the thing outlined by the fabric of his loose fitting shorts. \n\n\nThe massive thing lay against his inner thigh and not inside his sheath. As her paw pressed down on it, she felt its pulse begin to grow, the thing growing semi-firm, though not erect.\n\n\n“I'm sorry… I'm sorry, I can't help it!” Daven babbled frantically as the imposing organ pulsed and stiffened slightly in her grasp, the bobcat turning away in shame. Kristine marvelled at its girth, remembering its impressive feel while also noting it hadn't even started getting truly rigid.\n\n\nCatching herself in the moment, Kristine ripped herself off of him, the embarrassed doe’s mind going blank as she just stared at her paw, Daven’s warmth something she could quite evidently feel on her furry paw. \n\n\nShe almost convinced herself that she could smell his male scent lingering on her. However, hearing the shorter fur getting onto his knees shook her out of her apparent trance. \n\n\n‘I… Is my tail wagging?’ the doe thought as she felt her behind start to move on its own.\n\n\n“Are you gonna tell my sister about this?” Daven said, the feline sitting on his knees with both of his paws in between his legs, covering up his growing shame. \n\n\nLooking him up and down, Kristine had to admit that he looked almost identical to Line—not quite that surprising, since they’re twins. The doe internally reminded herself, eyes rolling at her own obvious conclusion as her heart rate started to calm down.\n\n\n“No… But you’re free to join if you want,” Kristine spoke, her subconsciousness not willing to let go of the grey feline just yet. \n\n\n“Happy birthday by the way,” she spoke, before looking at him one last time before walking off to the first floor bathroom down the hallway. \n\n\nHe wasn’t as feminine and slim as Line; still quite slim, but definitely had some muscle on him from what she could tell from looking at him in the dim lit hallway. With that, she left, hoping to see him when she returned to the living room.\n\n\nSitting down, she relieved the built up pressure, finding the act of peeing weirdly calming. However, she didn't want to ask others about it and as it’d no doubt sound strange, she simply thought it was something that had stayed with deer from their primal past.\n\n\n“And just why are you so happy?” Kristine thought out loud, the doe looking back at her short tail that was wiggling back and forth… Goddess, it made the doe look like a schoolgirl that had just been asked out on her very first date. \n\n\n…..\n\n\nDaven shyly watched the doe go, and then turned back to the room from which he had been watching. He listened in to Emilie talking with the two jocks, the bobcat not liking them very much. \n\n\nJocks like those two were always giving him a hard time… He got along fine with most furs, but guys like Brady and Tray loved to target furs at a lower standing than themselves. \n\n\n“Stop it you two… Don't touch me there!”\n\n\n“Awww come on Em… No one will know, I just want to touch them,” Brady urged with a slow grunt, as he tried to talk her into letting him grope her heavy melons. While Tray chuckled and snuggled against her other side, whispering something into the huskies ear.\n\n\n“Hi Emilie,” Daven blurted out upon entering the living room, prompting the jocks to retreat upon hearing the sudden voice. However, upon realising who it was, they scowled and shifted closer to the frightened canine once more.\n\n\n“What the fuck are you doing here?” Tray asked, looking at Daven with a scowl, eyeing him with disdain as the bobcat stood not far from the sofa. \n\n\n“Nobody wants you here, dork,” the ram pointed out with a snort, as he looked at Daven.\n\n\n“Yeah, nobody wants you here,” Brady echoed as he tried again to cop a feel of Emilie's big chest. She promptly pushed his paw away, finding the situation increasingly uncomfortable. \n\n\nAlthough she had viewed Tray as an attractive classmate just minutes prior, the husky began to see him in a different, less favourable light. Emilie’s inner image of Tray being a laid-back fur with a cool demeanour at school now bore resemblance to the troublesome characters she saw on television or heard about at school—A potential rapist!\n\n\n“I was invited,” Daven spoke up, feeling very awkward and more than a little intimidated by the larger ram glaring at him, yet he was pushed on by the green puppy eyes which his big sister's BFF gave him, his heartbeat making itself felt all the way up his throat.\n\n\n“Who the fuck invited you… I know Line never hangs with you,” Tray pointed out derisively, a statement holding some truth. \n\n\nThe brother and sister seldom spent time together when not at home, and at school they were in different classes entirely, so he rarely interacted with her for other classmates to see. \n\n\n“I did,” Kristine declared as she re-entered the living room, wrapping an arm around Daven's shoulder, making sure to be cautious due to his much shorter stature to avoid inadvertently pushing his head into her bosom.\n\n\nShe placed a chair next to the couch end where she intended to sit, and directed him to it. “The more the merrier,” Kristine argued, pushing the bobcat into his seat.\n\n\nWith a glare, she made the jocks stop their inappropriate groping of her new friend, the jocks standing up in defeat to walk around the table and back into their own seats across from them. \n\n\nNow the only one missing was the birthday girl, Kristine noted to herself.\n\n\n\"I assume you know the rules?\" Emilie said, trying to distract herself from her racing heart and the uncomfortable feeling in her stomach caused by the jocks who had surrounded her. At least there’s a friendlier male present now, and Emilie had talked and chatted with Daven many times during her previous visits to Line's for sleepovers and other events, so they weren’t strangers.\n\n\n\"The basics I believe.\"\n\n\n\"Nice, and we're going clockwise, so it's your turn after Brady's asked someone, and mine after you've finished asking,\" Kristine explained. \n\n\nThe cheerful atmosphere returned as Line finally descended down the stairs and out from the corridor she’d run, the grey bobcat girl apologising for taking so long to go “wee”, as she called it. \n\n\n\"Daven? What are you doing here?\" Line asked, a bit puzzled by her little brother's sudden courage to join them for a game of truth or dare, or simply to join them at all. \n\n\nKristine spoke up on his behalf, much to Daven's relief, as he quickly found comfort in the presence of the kind-hearted doe—an individual he already viewed as a potential friend.\n\n\n“Okay… Is everyone ready to continue?” Line asked as she hopped onto the soft sofa next to Emilie, bouncing slightly and giggling while looking at her best friend. There was a chorus of agreement as the group turned to focus on Line.\n\n\n“Perfect! Tray, truth or dare?” With her bladder empty, Line had again been filled with plenty of energy to spare, the warmth in her stomach from the shot pushing her forward.\n\n\n“I'll go with truth this time,” Tray replied, reclining back, anticipating Line’s first truth of the evening. Excitement lingered as he awaited Line’s question, the mystery of her feline mind eliciting a confident smile on his face as he didn’t fear her.\n\n\n“Describe the donkey girl Brady has been with truthfully, in as much detail as you can,” Line prompted, the colour in turn draining from Brady’s face. Tray considered his response, torn between supporting his friend by taking a shot or offering some assistance.\n\n\n“She has lovely, healthy grey fur for a donkey, her body can only be described as buxom like. Her hips are huge and her chest a little less so but still voluptuous, overall an hourglass figure with a waist to die for, a luscious body indeed.” \n\n\n“I’m surprised Brady hasn’t drowned in her curves, seeing as they, from what I’ve been told, like to do it missionary style with her on top,” Tray went on, the goat beside him a weird mix of shame and pride at hearing his buddy speak about the female he had bedded.\n\n\nA whistle emanated from Emilie's direction, the husky nearly unable to fathom the revelation of Brady's conquest. She considered giving him a standing ovation, but decided against it, not wanting to divert too much attention from Tray, who was up next. \n\n\nAs anticipated, Tray's predatory prey gaze scoured the room for his next target, though Emilie felt relieved when his piercing eyes only briefly passed over her.\n\n\n“Daven, truth or dare?” \n\n\nA newcomer was on the playing field, and although Daven seemed docile, Tray was eager to try and gauge the new player's mind. How willing was the weakling to play a pawn within his and Brady’s daring plan for the night, Tray pondered.\n\n\n\"I, um… I choose dare!\" the bobcat spoke, not wanting to appear weak before Kristine, especially since they had only just met a bit earlier and he'd already gotten embarrassed when she had caught him spying.\n\n\n“A brave feline, I like that,” Tray remarked, assessing the little bobcat to determine his challenge. Apart from being Line's twin brother, Tray knew little about him. Inspiration struck Tray, like a light bulb appearing above his head, reminiscent of classic school cartoons.\n\n\n“I dare you to kiss your sister…” \n\n\nDaven recoiled in his seat, fear evident in his whiskers that all but vibrated and his facial expression as his feline pupils constricted. \n\n\n\"And I want it to be a French-style kiss,\" Tray insisted, pushing the envelope further. To his surprise, the bobcat didn't even glance down at the awaiting shot glass in front of him. \n\n\n‘Does he even know it’s there?’ Tray found himself thinking. ‘Wait, he does know one can take a shot if the task is too much… Oh god, he’s a fool!’ the jock found himself getting excited at the potential reason, perhaps he’d truly found a perfect tool for tonight.\n\n\nOn the sofa, the audible sound of a large tail wagging back and forth could be heard, as Emilie's fluffy tail grazed against the fabric of the cushions. \n\n\nBeside her, Kristine appeared concerned. Daven likely had never drunk alcohol before, so the thought of doing it probably scared him, or perhaps…\n\n\n“Just a reminder, one can also take a shot if the task is too much,” Kristine's comment seemed to jolt Daven into another form of action. The grey-furred male hurriedly settled back into his seat with a thump, before he promptly took a glass, swiftly downing its contents as if it were just water. \n\n\nHis embarrassed demeanour prompted Kristine to help the feline, and so she nodded her head towards Brady, signalling it was now his turn. The doe just barely picked up on Tray’s angry look, the doe a little puzzled, ‘Did I ruin his plan?’ she wondered.\n\n\n“Oh… Right,” the goat cleared his throat, grinning mischievously as he surveyed the room. \n\n\n“Ahem, Tray, truth or dare?” Brady's playful question drew suspicious glances from the girls.\n\n\n\"Truth,\" Tray’s chest puffed out with a sly smirk, responded confidently. It was quite evident that this was something the jocks had come up with, as both of them were overplaying their parts, causing the girls to slightly cringe from how childish they were behaving.\n\n\n\"How well-endowed are you?\" Brady asked with a lewd chuckle, smirking suggestively as he scanned the shocked expressions of the girls.\n\n\n“You know, where it counts…” he continued, offering his buddy an opportunity to boast.\n\n\n“Dude… What a question,” Tray exclaimed, acting like he was offended and shocked by it. Tray looked over at the girls, like he was sorry about his jock buddies' crude question. \n\n\n\"Let's just say…\" Tray held up two paws, one on top of the other, flashing them all a big, white-toothed smile. \"It's two paws and two fingers more.\"\n\n\n“Wow, buddy, you’re hung,” Brady squealed too eagerly, causing Tray to cringe, realising the conversation was steering off course from their plan. \n\n\nLaughter erupted from the opposite side of the couch, the girls amused by Brady’s sudden homoerotic tone.\n\n\n“Shut up, fag,” Tray grunted, punching Brady's shoulder with one paw.\n\n\nAcross from the jocks, Kristine had been sharing a few whispered words with Daven, while the two meatheads had been joking around. The shy-looking feline smiled faintly, and looked around. \n\n\n“Um… Okay,” he stammered nervously, flashing the doe a sidelong glance, appearing both uncomfortable and amused by what she’d told him. \n\n\n“Ahem, Tray, truth or—” The question was cut off before he could finish it, as the grinning ram assumed that the feline had decided to play along.\n\n\n“Dare… Dare me,” Tray snorted, thinking that Daven was likely going to challenge him to show the hefty male organ Tray had just boasted about having.\n\n\n“Okay… I dare you to French kiss… Brady!” the bobcat said loudly at Kristine's urging, the female deer smiling widely as the ram looked betrayed and confused. \n\n\nTray was halfway out of his seat in frustration at where the game was going, Brady's piercing eyes growing wide in alarm next to his jock buddy. \n\n\n“Umm… Um, n-now wait a,” Brady stammered as Tray suddenly lunged forward, grabbing the bottle on the table to take a long swallow, much to the goats' relief and then perhaps slight disappointment at seeing how much Tray drank.\n\n\n\"Hahaha!\" All the girls laughed merrily, Emilie holding her sides while Line had tears in hers from laughing so hard, these jocks really were easy to fluster it seemed the girls concluded. \n\n\n\"I thought he was going to do it,\" Emilie gasped amidst wild giggles of amusement, glancing over at Kristine, who was also enjoying herself to the fullest.\n\n\n\"Did you see the terror on Brady's face?\" Line chuckled, rolling around on the sofa with Emilie snuggled close to her, the two of them holding onto each other to prevent the other and themselves from falling off the sofa.\n\n\n\"I enjoyed that look at the end,\" Kristine snickered with a wink, mimicking Brady's vague sense of disappointment. \"I actually think he was looking forward to the kiss.\"\n\n\n“NO WAY!” Brady exclaimed loudly, promptly looking away from everyone.\n\n\n“Well, it’s my turn now,” Kristine pointed out, making Brady wince. He didn't want to be dared to kiss Tray. “Alright Brady, truth or dare?”\n\n\n“I'm not going to kiss,” the goat started, the last dare still vividly etched in his mind.\n\n\n“Don't worry, I'll leave Tray out of this,” the doe assured in a soft, soothing voice reminiscent of how her mother had used to comfort her as a bambi and a fawn.\n\n\n“Okay… But you promised, so remember that. I choose,” he considered picking truth, but didn't want to answer more donkey related questions. “Dare.”\n\n\n“I dare you to feel up…” Kristine glanced at the other girls, exchanging smiles before turning her attention to Daven. \"Daven’s crotch!\" \n\n\nBrady's eyes widened in realisation that he had fallen into her scheme, shaking his head, he quickly grabbed the bottle and took a swig.\n\n\nSeeing Brady snatch the bottle from Tray’s grasp provoked another round of laughter from the girls. However, watching the goat jock empty their bottle prompted Kristine to raise an eyebrow. Glancing at their own and Daven’s bottle of spirits, which was still about half full, and the full shot glasses on the table, it was evident that there was plenty left to drink. \n\n\nDespite the bottles not being the largest, it appeared that the jocks had consumed more than everyone else combined, especially after Brady had drained what remained following Tray's punishment for not wanting to kiss him.\n\n\n“Aren’t you going a little overboard with those shots?” Line remarked, noticing the empty bottle in Brady’s slightly shaking paw. \n\n\nWithout a word, Brady stood up and went to fetch another bottle for himself and Tray, both of whom were starting to feel the effects after drinking half a bottle each in just under thirty minutes.\n\n\n“Sorry about the dare; I felt I had to stand up to those prudes for calling you a dork,” Kristine whispered to Daven, who, finding a bit of bravery, extended his fist out for a bump. \n\n\nKristine, not wanting to snub the gesture, accepted it. Their conversation commenced but was soon interrupted by the sound of Brady returning from the kitchen.\n\n\n“Can’t believe you both already finished off a bottle. Does that stuff actually taste good to you?” Emilie questioned the jocks, her own taste buds finding the alcohol less and less enjoyable. \n\n\nTray merely nodded in agreement, while Brady just responded by uncapping the new spirits bottle and taking a small sip, snorting as his nose ran a bit from the strong drink. \n\n\nThe dust on the bottle wasn’t as bad as the other two, this one having been shielded by the two on top of it which Tray had taken earlier.\n\n\nEmilie looked around for a long time. “Let's see… Daven, truth or dare?” she asked, looking over at the nervous bobcat, who looked startled like a feral in the headlights.\n\n\n“I… Um, truth,” he answered so hesitantly, it almost sounded like a question rather than an answer. He looked wide eyed, hoping he wasn't going to get an embarrassing or naughty question sent his way by the curvy husky girl.\n\n\n“What do you want most for your birthday?” the cute husky asked, trying her best to be nice to the shy and nervous feline, who’s birthday was also today (seeing as he and Line were twins, duh). Emilie watched Davens muzzle relax, as he thought the question over for a long moment.\n\n\n“The book, The mists of Avalon.” Daven named a book, not a sports or shooter game like many males played, but a book. Emilie vaguely knew what the book was about, a pretty doe priestess fighting to save her Celtic religion.\n\n\n“Boooring!” Tray snorted loudly as he and Brady shared grins, clearly they thought that was a dorky birthday gift for a dork like Daven. “FIFUR seventeen, now that's a birthday gift.”\n\n\n“Yeah, Mists of Avalon is a girls book, and a boring one at that. Dumbest book ever!” Brady agreed with a snicker, looking around as if expecting everyone to clap at his statement.\n\n\nLine chimed in with her own games, sparking a conversation about all the new games on the market. Emilie didn't want to get wrapped up in their debate over the best and worst games available, so she turned her attention to Daven with curiosity. \"Why Mists of Avalon?\"\n\n\n\"Well, the main character is a fascinating deer lady of royalty… A tragic lady who navigates loyalty and love,\" Daven explained. \"And it's part of the Arthurian legends… I read the book in school whenever I can, but I've wanted to own it since the first time I read it.\"\n\n\n\"So it has nothing to do with the slight incest, then? Hm?\" Emilie teased, remembering his reaction to being dared to kiss Line earlier—a moment which she’d misread to say it lightly.\n\n\n\"No, of course not… They were tricked into it, and EW!\" Daven replied. The passionate themes within the book had been a challenging topic for a presentation his group had to give in class. It was an embarrassing yet memory he wouldn’t forget anytime soon.\n\n\n\"Do you find the main character, Lady Morgaine, attractive?\" Emilie persisted, seeking the real reason behind his interest in the book. She could tell there was more hidden beneath his shy and nerdy demeanour, and the blush colouring his grey cheeks was a dead giveaway.\n\n\n“She… She is beautiful… Downright gorgeous, I admit.”\n\n\n“Her large stature among her peers, her brown hair and deep chestnut eyes,” the canine described further, amused by Daven’s slow, continuous nods of agreement—the bobcat seemed willing to respond but chose not to verbalise it. \n\n\n“Her slender chest and even smaller waist, a tiny tail hidden beneath her dresses, and voluptuous thighs not even loose fabric could conceal.”\n\n\nThe steady nodding of his head was interrupted when she mentioned that last detail, the bobcat realising what the teasing husky had implied. \n\n\nThe blushing stare Kristine had given him hadn't caught his attention since he’d been looking down, but upon her mention of \"thighs,\" he realised exactly whom Emilie had actually been describing all along. \n\n\nMorgaine and Kristine were mirror images of each other based on the book’s description of the priestess, with the exception that Kristine's thighs were proportionally beautiful to her figure, unlike how he had imagined Morgaine’s to be somewhat chubby when reading the book… Whenever he could snatch it from the school library.\n\n\n“I… I’m sorry,” Daven apologised, thinking he'd jeopardised his friendship with the deer.\n\n\n“What for?” Emilie's voice was laced with a teasing tone, “I think she found your compliments about her being beautiful and downright gorgeous quite flattering… At least that's what her tail seems to say,” Emilie giggled softly. \n\n\nThe doe flinched her rump back into the seat as she’d been leaning forward to catch the bobcat's reaction more clearly, her tail having wagged faster with each word Daven had nodded to.\n\n\nBefore the conversation could progress, Line’s voice filled the room. “Tray, truth or dare?” \n\n\nWhen they all glanced at the ram, Kristine, Emilie, and Daven felt a sense of relief, thankful that the others seemingly hadn't heard their exchange. Brady and Tray would surely have teased him further, with Line eager to join in on the gossip if so.\n\n\n“Oh, dare. Yeah, dare for sure,” Tray answered with a snicker, grinning in a wide and goofy looking manner as he winked at Line, as he’d seemingly forgotten about the homoerotic dares the girls had pulled on him and Brady earlier. New confidence surged through him as the alcohol took effect. \n\n\n“I dare you to…” Line paused, thinking for a moment. \n\n\nShe had always been curious about a specific room in the house. Her fathers private study, which was located behind a door that was connected to the main living room, her father's tiny veterinarian office right behind it. \n\n\nThe door wasn't locked, however, both her and Daven had always been forbidden to go in there. Which had made her intensely curious, she had caught only vague glimpses into the room over the years. It was half a library with lots of bookshelves, and half a museum with displays of old tools that had once been in use. \n\n\n“I dare you to go into my dads study and bring back something interesting to show us.” \n\n\nTray looked at her strangely, Line’s father was a nice guy but could be oddly intimidating. \n\n\n“What… Is that all?” Tray snorted, standing up with a grin, swaggering over the door she pointed out. His horned head twisted slightly, making his neck pop loudly as he stood there for a moment. He gripped the door knob, and flashed them all one last sneer before he vanished into the office.\n\n\n…..\n\n\nTray stepped into the dark room, flicking on the lights as he looked around the large office. The smell of old books hit his nose, all four walls were covered with shelves and rows upon rows of books. The ram trampled into the room looking around, clusters of low tables littered the place, displays of clean and silvery aged tools inside, there were even chairs and a sofa it seemed.\n\n\nWalking over to the displays, he read the descriptions of a few things: 'Burdizzo castration tool', 'Emasculator', 'Elastrator tool'. \n\n\nHe felt a surge of instinctual horror at reading some of the words, along with a strange stirring of interest as if he should know the tools by heart, yet his line of thought seized as he noticed a large black book laying there between the displays. \n\n\nGrabbing the book with a smirk, the ram jock strolled back over to the exit. Flicking out the lights as he closed the door, walking back out to where the others were waiting.\n\n\n…..\n\n\n“Your dad has got a lot of fucked up stuff in there,” Tray snorted, dropping the book into the bobcat girls lab, before flopping back down into his comfortable chair. \n\n\n“Now what's it gonna be, Emilie, truth or dare?” Tray snickered as he watched Line and Emilie look through the book, the two pointing at a number of pictures and drawings he couldn’t make out from his angle. ‘Seems like I picked out something good,’ he internally self-congratulated.\n\n\n“Dare… I guess,” she said without thinking, the ancient black book much more interesting than what the goat was cooking up for her to do. \n\n\nShe showed Line something, the girls sharing an intent look, as they pointed at this or that within the book. Tray grinned, knowing there were likely a number of dick pictures and drawings within, which was what he’d counted on from what was on the cover of it.\n\n\n\"Cool, I dare you to drink this whole glass,\" the ram snickered, pouring a normal glass to the brim with the powerful amber liquid.\n\n\nEmilie rolled her eyes at the dare, her opinion of the large ram sourering as the evening went on. Earlier, she’d seen him as a potential partner due to his looks and popularity. However, she was now having second thoughts about being with a jock like him, it would never happen as of now. \n\n\nThe brain in between his horns was none existent from what Emilie could tell. Moreover, the dare itself seemed questionable, as it didn't follow the established rules she knew.\n\n\nChoosing not to debate it with him, seeing as there wasn’t much thinking ability behind his thin and piercing yellow eyes, Emilie took the glass and downed probably five or more shots all at once. Meanwhile, Line set the book aside on the side table near the end of the sofa.\n\n\n\"Daven, truth or dare?\" Brady called out eagerly.\n\n\n\"I'll choose dare,\" Daven replied. His mind preoccupied with thoughts from his previous chat with Emilie and Kristine, and Daven imagined that displaying his bravery might be a good thing.\n\n\n\"I dare you to sit in Kristine's lap for one minute,\" Brady's voice carried an authoritative tone, albeit not entirely convincing as Brady attempted to deepen his voice beyond its usual pitch. \n\n\nNonetheless, his demeanour was controlling when addressing the feline before him, Brady almost sounded like a game oracle, delivering a foreboding message from a dark cavern. \n\n\nDaven's flinch in response to his tone was precisely the reaction Brady had anticipated. If Daven wasn't willing to cooperate with him and Tray in getting the girls drunk, then they would make sure Daven joined the girls in drinking.\n\n\n\"Daven, you can always just dri–” Kristine's voice was cut off when she witnessed the grey bobcat rise and slowly settle himself in her lap. He was surprisingly light, and Daven's statue allowed for her to peer over his head, with his fluffy ears protruding on either side of her snout.\n\n\n“Daven! Daven! Daven!” Line chanted in amusement at her little brother's display of courage in accepting the dare. The bookworm seldom brought more than one or two friends home for a reading session, never managing to invite a girl over. \n\n\nThe grey ears atop his head created a comically amusing site for the others, as if a doe had sneaked up on her predator to observe where the confused beast was looking. \n\n\nAs the watch on Brady’s wrist struck one, he called off the dare. Neither the bobcat nor the doe made eye contact, as Daven pondered whom to challenge next. His heart pounded like never before, with Daven feeling as though it might leap out of his chest. \n\n\nMeanwhile, Tray was engrossed in his phone as he hadn’t found the dare to be interesting, he was not concerned with Daven getting closer to the girls, as he’d get them drunk anyway.\n\n\nDaven got himself under control, but in the process, he forgot to leave Kristine’s lap. He looked over at the husky who was chatting with his twin sister. \"Emilie, truth or dare?\"\n\n\n“Finally, I choose truth, and make it something substantial, Daven, unlike Tray’s rather feeble dare,” Emilie taunted, aiming to highlight the ram’s lacklustre dare proposition from earlier.\n\n\n“Are you a virgin or not?” the bobcat spoke, his blue eyes looking into the husky’s confused and rapidly blinking green ones. \n\n\nEmilie glanced at Daven in slight shock; she hadn't expected such a bold question from him. \"Haha, naughty,\" the husky girl giggled, nervously biting her lower lips as she surveyed the room. \n\n\nBeside her, her BFF Line was struggling to suppress her laugh, while Brady and Tray observed her with a lustful intensity which made her stomach turn once more. \n\n\nKristine reached out, gently patting Emilie on her thigh, as an embarrassed Daven blushed and looked away from his position in the doe’s lap. \n\n\n\"I've never gone all the way,\" Emilie confessed with a mix of pride and shame.\n\n\n\"Yeah, that's right… We both are,\" Line chimed in, hugging her best friend for support as Emilie blushed deeply beneath her black and white fur. They cuddled together in the way women sometimes did, igniting the primal instincts of the observing jocks. \n\n\n\"Ahem, cool,\" Tray managed, his blush evident beneath his fur. Both jocks were shocked; given Emilie's buxom appearance, they had assumed she had been mounted at least once before, as most girls in school claimed to have been. \n\n\nThe revelation of both the husky and the bobcat's purity surprised them.\n\n\nNotably silent was Kristine, around whom rumours swirled at school. The ram and goat shared eager smirks, both hoping to pop a cherry tonight if they could get the girls drunk enough. \n\n\nThe plan had been Brady's, as the goat had watched something similar happen to girls at one of his older brother's parties. That was how he’d lost his own v-card to a donkey girl, the female having been so out of it he doubted she even knew he’d been there.\n\n\nThe doe, peeking from behind the feline sitting in her lap, wrapped her arms around his waist. Her paws dangling between his thighs as she flashed Tray a mischievous grin. \n\n\n\"So, what's your choice… Truth or dare?\" she asked, catching the ram's uncertain gaze.\n\n\nFearing a potentially embarrassing dare, like being told to sit in Brady's lab, the ram opted for safety in going with his achilles heel. \"Ahem… Truth,\" he declared, his attention partly on Emilie and Line's close embrace that was happening off to the side.\n\n\n\"Have you ever touched a dick,\" Kristine began, prompting Tray's gaze to violently shift away from the deer girl, an odd expression on his snout. \n\n\n\"I don't mean your own. I mean someone else's… Like one of your teammates, maybe those big horse guys,\" Kristine's words seemed to ramble, but the look on the rams snout as she spoke encouraged her to continue.\n\n\n\"Those horses are all liars,\" Tray proclaimed suddenly, looking disturbed, while everyone in the living room suddenly turned their stare directly at him. Reaching down, the ram picked up the bottle and took a long gulp from it.\n\n\nNot easing the pressure on the two jocks, Emilie asked \"Brady, truth or dare,\" before his ram buddy had even finished putting down the spirits bottle. \n\n\n\"I choose truth,\" Brady declared with confidence. The truths she had asked Line and Daven hadn't been too severe, with the one involving Line touching ‘organs’ likely being a one-off, with the girls probably just wanting to tease each other to ease the tension.\n\n\n\"Have you ever seen Tray touch a man's junk, besides his own of course?\" Emilie leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. Brady's look of distress was like fuel to her cold predatory gaze. \n\n\nOn the other side of the table, Brady felt panic set in, the comfortable chair offered him little relief as he struggled to find a way out of this predicament.\n\n\n\"You idiot,\" Tray muttered under his breath, noticing his friend's hastiness in picking up the bottle—a clear sign of desperation for not answering the question. \n\n\nTray internally berated him: Just lie, you fool! His friend's actions, coupled with the bottle now being a third empty, did not bode well for their plan. Both jocks had attended parties before and boasted some resistance to alcohol, according to Brady. However, Tray worried they might end the night unable to walk, let alone proceed with any other plans they had about popping cherries.\n\n\nCatching Line's predatory gaze, Tray began to gather saliva in his cheeks, bracing for whatever challenging and booby trapped path she had prepared for him.\n\n\n\"Tray, truth or dare?\" \n\n\nHis response was a low growl, as he accepted the dare. He spoke quietly to speak clearly around the saliva that threatened to choke him if he articulated himself too loudly or clearly. As expected, the feline leaned back and spoke with an air of confidence.\n\n\n\"Since we can conclude that you've definitely not touched anyone else's fruits, why not gain some experience? I dare you to touch Daven's dick!\" The last part was spoken loudly for dramatic effect. \n\n\nLaughter from the three girls heard from the streets as Tray picked up the bottle. The ram feigned taking a large gulp, but in reality, he tried to ingest as little as possible, his vision already blurring from the alcohol he had within his system.\n\n\nThe girls were all giggling and having fun, while the ram was feeling more and more mortified at the predicament he and Brady had landed themselves in. Tray was not at all used to being the one humiliated, the proud jock wasn't drunk, but he was feeling angry at being made fun of. \n\n\n“Alright, Line… What's it gonna be?” he demanded, not in the mood to say the game line, as the sexy feline looked over at him with a big gloating grin. \n\n\n“Dare!” was her one word answer. Tray smirked; he could tell she was really getting into this now. Taking a long deep breath, the ram smiled over at her for a moment. \n\n\n“Fine I dare YOU to feel up your brother's junk,” he spoke, watching Line look over at Daven, who still hadn't moved off of Kristine's plump lap. \n\n\nThe male bobcat looked around nervously, but Tray couldn't help but notice that he spread his legs open a little wider, to prepare for his sister or get comfortable Tray didn’t know. \n\n\nThe big bulge in the feline's shorts was impressive, even from where Tray sat, and for a moment the image of his fist wrapped around a certain stallionhood popped into his mind.\n\n\n“I… I, um,” Line sputtered while looking flustered, she wasn’t gonna do it but her stuttering was no less embarrassing as it showed accidental hesitance. \n\n\nEmilie patted her thin shoulder as Line gulped. Then, quickly grabbing the bottle, she didn't bother to pour a glass full this time. Drinking straight from the bottle just like Tray and Brady had been doing, she wiped her mouth with the back of her paw as she set it down on the table. \n\n\n“Haha… I think she really wanted to do it,” Brady laughed as he looked around, his eyes glazed and slightly unfocused as he tried to make the situation humiliating by spouting bullshit.\n\n\n“K… K… So Kristine, wha… What's it going to be?” the goat asked with a smirk, looking at Kristine’s head which poked out from in between Davens ears.\n\n\n“Truth,” Kristine answered as she avoided looking at Brady, who was leering at her with unconcealed desire now, damn creep couldn’t have been more obvious.\n\n\n“What's the farthest you've ever gone with a guy?” Brady asked with a snicker, as rumours in school were that the doe was a pretty easy lay. \n\n\nA number of guys had claimed to have mounted her silly, which had made many of the girls not like her at all. She whispered in his ear, and Daven slipped off of her lap and back into his own chair. \n\n\nReaching out the doe poured herself a shot with some of the last Spirits that was left, and then drank it down as Daven looked over at the jocks angrily.\n\n\n\"Brady, truth or dare?\" Daven’s voice, formerly soft, now carried a thin layer of aggression aimed at the goat who had pressured Kristine to ask him to get out of her lap. Although he kept his paws still, his claws wanted to extend themselves.\n\n\n“Truth, little kitty. Give me your best shot,” Brady taunted, his voice dripping with glee, evidently pleased to see the bobcat lose his place on top of Kristine’s lap.\n\n\n“How far have you actually gone with a girl… Specifically with that jenny we’ve all heard so much about at school?” Daven was torn; he couldn’t decide if he wanted the jock to take a drink or to embarrass him further by bringing up the donkey girl again. \n\n\nHowever, whatever Brady wanted to drink or tell was up to the goat to decide. \n\n\n“Well, I’ve… Uh… Slept with her, of course… Went about it the old-fashioned way, like parents have hinted at when they talk about the birds and the bees,” Brady attempted to articulate, visibly struggling with the details of that particularly murky night at his brother's party.\n\n\n“That’s not an answer, you need to be more specific,” Line interjected, coming to her twin brother’s aid, the female bobcat winking at her little brother to show her support.\n\n\n“We did it, uh, stomach to stomach… And I—goddamn it, screw this!” Unable to bear it any further, Brady grabbed the bottle again, seeking refuge in the alcohol. \n\n\nLess than an hour had passed from the start of this game, but the alcohol in his grasp was becoming increasingly tasty, his mind drifting as he took a few extra, unnoticed gulps. \n\n\n“Tray, truth or dare?” Kristine chimed in. She was feeling unexpectedly bold from her spot on the sofa. Although the after-party had started on a sour note in her view, it had blossomed into something weirdly interesting, particularly after Daven’s arrival.\n\n\n“I choose dare; I ain’t no pussycat,” the ram declared without thinking, eliciting a reaction from the twin bobcats from across the table. Animal jokes of that kind were considered old school, and many, including Line and Daven, had grown to despise them.\n\n\n“I dare you to jerk off Brady in front of us all.” \n\n\nDaven, to the right of her, gave her a puzzled look. The female deer seemed a bit too comfortable with the idea of provoking something so foul and uncalled for, although his opinion did not seem to be shared by Line and Emilie, as their ears perked up high in anticipation, the besties looking like they were moments away from salivating.\n\n\nFor a moment, it seemed like Tray was going to follow through, the ram even repositioning himself in the chair to better face his fellow jock. In response, the goat defensively shoved his paws into his crotch to shield himself. \n\n\nFeigning a movement downwards, Tray attempted to disguise his true intention by picking up the bottle that was in front of Brady. The jock now unfazed by the alcohol as it poured down his throat, the content not even burning anymore.\n\n\nTray had the bottle in paw when Emilie’s words halted his movement. “Tray, truth or dare?” \n\n\nThe barrage of challenges kept coming his way, he accepted another dare as he hiccupped wildly. The alcohol seemingly affected him now, with the girls appearing only a bit tipsy by comparison to how affected his body looked to the others.\n\n\n“I want you to twerk in front of Brady.” \n\n\nLaughter filled the living room and halls of the house as Tray, without hesitation, raised the bottle to take yet another large gulp, making the same mistake as Brady by consuming a few too many mouthfuls of the ever-growing sweet liquid that was coursing through his whole body.\n\n\n“I call a pee break; I’ll go get us some water to wash down this swill,” Emilie announced, standing up to walk off into the kitchen with Line.","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Chapter One: Daring Confessions and Unveiling Secrets
The ride Kristine had hoped would pick her up was now unable to make it because of traffic and an accident on the highway. With the other guests having already been picked up, the tall doe was now stranded in her classmate's home.
The birthday party had wrapped up not long ago, with the last of the cake eaten. Now the only ones left were her, the bobcat birthday girl, Line, and her husky best friend, Emilie. In terms of guys, there was Tray the ram and Brady the goat. Line’s little brother, Daven, was upstairs doing whatever – she didn’t really care since he had never even joined the party.
“Kristine, come and join us!” The eager voice emanating from the living room was none other than Line’s. The bobcat girl still wanted to keep the party going, as she’d enjoyed the good company and, surprisingly, a good storm on top of it all.
“Stupid rain, those jocks better not try anything,” she whispered to herself.
The rain hitting the windows reminded her of just how trapped she felt with them… “at least there are two girls here to keep me company,” the slender doe reminded herself.
The house was large and spacious; there had been enough room for all twenty of their classmates to have stayed the night if it’d been necessary.
“So you leaving or what?” Brady asked with a snort and head tilt, a movement he thought made him look cool, but just made him look like a brain dead moron, in Kristine’s mind.
“Oh, I'm not going out into that!” the doe retorted to her shorter classmate, gesturing towards the window where cold, hard rain was drumming loudly.
“Cool,” the goat grunted, looking her over with desire in his yellow eyes. It was a stereotype that goats were horn dogs, and it was clear that in this instance, Brady embodied that cliché.
The pretty doe moved past him carefully, keeping an eye on him as he followed her. Swiftly, she joined the other girls on the sofa, while Brady positioned himself next to his ram friend, the two of them each sitting in a chair across from the girls, the low table in between them making for a solid barrier, which Kristine found to be a godsend.
Line had placed herself all the way to the right on the sofa, with Emilie in the middle and the doe off to the left. Across from them, Brady had sat himself in a lounge chair across from Kristine and Emilie, while Tray sat in a similar chair across from Line and Emilie.
“Um, so what are we gonna do now?” Tray, the woolly ram, asked, turning his attention to the cute feline girl who was the host and today’s lucky birthday girl.
“Wanna play a drinking game?” he suggested with a smirk, aware that Line's parents had deemed her old enough to host an unsupervised party, or gathering as they called it.
Line's parents were out of town, visiting a spa clinic in a nearby mountain village renowned for its refreshing hot springs. Due to their absence, and the sudden change in weather, Brady and Tray were hoping to strike it lucky with the birthday girl, or one of her friends.
“Dude, that's such a good idea,” Brady chuckled, recalling the one time he got lucky with a tipsy donkey girl at his older brother's place during a large university party.
“Oh, that sounds like a good idea.”
Line’s smile brightened the stormy atmosphere, her husky friend’s tail wagging against the soft pillows behind them to show that she was equally as interested. The two had never tried alcohol, so it was a golden opportunity in their minds.
“But what drinking game are we thinking though?” the ever so eager husky asked, her ears tilting in a manner that hinted at her both being confused and out for answers.
“Truth or dare, and of course if you can’t complete either you gotta take a shot!” Brady said with bravado, making it sound almost like a quest rather than a friendly game.
“Truth or dare, just the five of us, won’t that become a bit boring?” Kristine’s chestnut eyes finally found a reason to rip themselves away from the phone they’d been glued onto. The doe had done truth or dare before, but that had been with over ten furs… though only girls.
“What, do you think we are uninteresting?” Tray joked, though both Emilie and Kristine had to internally admit to both Tray and Brady being simple, if not slightly too simple as both of the girls could tell that there wasn’t much else but instincts in between those prey ears of theirs.
“Of course not, I think it’ll be just the thing to end off an amazing party!” Line was pumped full of sugar and happy energy, the bobcat finding the two jocks more than suitable for such a drinking game to be played.
“But what are we going to drink?” Emilie demanded to know, flashing Tray a smile. She found the ram quite attractive, given his stunning and popular stature, even if he was an idiot.
Tray looked around with a smirk, he stood up and walked away from the group, his barren cloven hooves echoing off of the wooden floor that was present in the living room. The only place without a carpet as there was a fireplace present along one of its walls.
He hadn’t planned anything for tonight, considering the suddenness of the storm. Yet he could at least figure out where the booze was at.
Walking into the kitchen, his yellow eyes stumbled upon a glass cabinet filled with bottles. Not wasting a moment, he pulled out a bottle of spirits, which had been covered in dust.
“Oh, where did you find that?” Line asked as he returned, vaguely remembering her father unwrapping it from a gift a few years back. It’d been a present from her father’s brother, a somewhat self-serving gift since her father didn’t drink.
Her uncle on the other paw, loved this particular brand of alcohol like he’d forgotten what water was of all things. Of course, her uncle had not been invited over in years, so the bottle and the ones beside it had been forgotten for a long time as it couldn’t be used for cooking food.
“In a kitchen cabinet, you know, just beside the sink,” Tray explained with a smirk before smacking it on the table in front of them, not at all caring about the mark he left.
“There were like six unopened bottles in there… so I figured no one would miss one.” The ram seemed to think he was being clever, having already broken the seal and taken a taste.
“Dude, that’s smart,” Brady praised, a habit of his whenever Tray came up with an idea.
Across from the goat, Kristine rolled her brown eyes at Brady's mindless flattery of the other jock, regretting once again that she hadn't considered accepting one of her friends' offers to ride home with them before they’d left about half an hour ago.
“Smart my tail, he just found a random bottle and grabbed it… and EW! Has your parents never taught you to never drink directly from the bottle!” Kristine asked in offence, finding it both childish and disgusting to see another fur drink straight from a bottle of alcohol instead of simply pouring it into different glasses for them all to drink from.
“Gotta agree with Kristine on that one, Tray. Go fetch another bottle and I’ll go fetch us some glass to drink from… Oh, and preferably a bottle you haven’t sipped on.” Line was normally more the happy type, yet had a similar stand on such prudish etiquette as Kristine had.
"I don’t drink," the doe announced.
The goat's expression shifted between emotions as he tried to process his quickly thought-up plan falling apart and getting insulted by two girls, but he found his intellect falling short of a comeback.
“Well, none of us do… really,” Emilie pointed out with a cute smile, snuggling up to her doe friend for a moment on the couch as the chill weather outside crept its way into the living room.
“Drinking is a penalty, Kristine,” Emilie reminded her, while Line and Tray went to get a few more bottles- and enough cups for a small army as she didn’t know if any of her furry friends wanted to drink from a fancy or normal glass.
Meanwhile Emilie had gone over to start the fireplace, the doe sharing a quick glance of appreciation with her classmate as she also thought that it’d gotten a little cold.
The tall girl simply shook her head as they returned, admitting defeat as she seemed to be the only one who was against the game. “Fine, so who starts then?” Kristine asked, her arms crossed.
“Well, the birthday girl, of course,” Tray proposed, knowing it would make the feline happy.
“Yesss,” the grey furred birthday girl squealed, standing up to do a little dance of celebration. Her hips shaking made her pretty skirt flutter, enough to give her seated BFF a flash but just too little to give the jocks anything worth celebrating.
“Okay, who shall I choose as my first victim then?” She looked around, her blue eyes falling on the goat who was unapologetically ogling her.
“Brady, truth or dare!”
“I um…” Taken off guard, the fluffy guy had to gather his thoughts for a moment.
"D-dare," came his response as his brain caught up with being the first target. He wanted to show off, after all, and his secrets wouldn’t impress anyone present, especially not the girls.
“I want you to show us a picture of that donkey you’ve been boasting so much about.” She flicked back her white hair, a hint of pride in her pose as she tongue-tied her prey classmate with the first question as her slim eyed classmate grew globes for eyes for a mere second.
With a weak groan, Brady picked up the bottle and downed his first one for the night, one of the few he hoped for, as he wasn’t much a fan of the alcohol brand spirits.
“Hold up,” Kristine called out, “Which order are we gonna go with?”
“I was thinking of the classic clockwise motion, First me, then Tray, Brady, you, Emilie and then back to me,” Line explained, the bobcat’s tail celebrating her first victory for the night, as it swayed back and forth behind Line (The tail design of her skirt made sure that it wasn’t flashing up everytime the tail moved about).
“Okay, well… carry on then,” Kristine called out, the doe leaning back into the fluffy fabric of her classmates sofa, as she once more thought of picking up her phone. If only to try and ignore the jocks across from her and the mess she’d gotten herself into.
“Alright. Kristine, truth or dare?” Tray asked with a smirk, as he looked over at the pretty doe, her pointed cervine snout contorting for a moment as she put down her phone.
She struggled with it for a moment, knowing if she said dare the goat would ask her to do something filthy. But if she said truth, then he would ask her something embarrassing.
That left her with taking a shot. She reached down, grabbed her glass, and gulped the shot down. The taste wasn't half bad, but the liquid burned all the way down her long throat, filling her body with a pleasant warmth. This observation made Tray and Brady exchange knowing looks.
If Kristine kept on drinking like that, the doe was going to be an easy lay.
Kristine set the glass down on the table with a loud 'thump', before Tray quickly refilled the tiny glass from the bottle he had brought for the girls to drink. Meanwhile the jocks on their side of the table simply shared a bottle between them, neither caring about Kristine’s comment from earlier.
Seeing the expectant look on Line's face to his right made Brady realise that he was holding up the game. "Oh, sorry… Emilie, truth or dare?" Brady blurted out, his mind racing to come up with a good question and challenge to ask and or dare Emilie with.
"Hm, I think I'll go with the truth," Emilie responded, preferring not to consider any dares until she'd had a few drinks. The husky leaned forward, preparing herself for a shot, thinking to do like Kristine and preemptively taken a shot before Brady could come up with a question
"Have you ever had a boyfriend?" Brady asked, catching the husky slightly off guard, as she had expected the goat to take much more time coming up with a question. She had braced herself for something creepy, not such a mundane question.
"W-well, no, I haven't…" Emilie admitted, and then leaned back into the sofa, letting her fluffy tail envelop her curvy body. Admitting her lack of experience with males embarrassed her more than she expected. She was the attractive and wanted girl in their class, so everyone simply expected that she had a boyfriend outside of school, since she’d never decided to get a boyfriend from among her classmates or from one of the other parallel classes.
“Unless you count my crush on the lead singer from the Canine Crawlers,” she added under her breath, just loud enough for them all to hear.
“Sure, but he isn’t your boyfriend, now is he?” Tray retorted, finding her statement a little too girly. Though he couldn’t completely blame her—they were a good male band, and that lead singer was quite the pretty husky. The ram’s imagination went into overdrive, as he didn’t even register how he’d left Emilie in quite an uncomfortable state.
Seeing her friend's discomfort, Kristine coughed into her paw to capture the attention of the others around her. "Tray, truth or dare?"
Knowing that he and his bro Brady were outnumbered by the girls, Tray decided that opting for dares would be the easier choice. After all, truth was the Achilles' heel for them, while dare were the girls' weak spot, or at least that’s what he’d heard from others who’d played truth or dare.
“Dare, of course,” the ram spoke, puffing out his chest to emphasise that he wasn’t afraid of taking on a challenge like Brady had been… not that he blamed his bro when it came to that donkey girl he’d been with a while back.
Tray’s horns had always benefited his appearance and popularity, and fortunately, they also lent him an air of confidence, even in this moment where he felt unsure about the situation.
Kristine stared at Tray, unsurprised that he would choose the dare, as he was undoubtedly hoping for a challenge that was naughtily exciting. The pretty doe smirked, planning to give him exactly that, just not in the way he expected.
"I dare you," Kristine paused for effect, watching Tray's smirk broaden, the ram she found to be ugly was anticipating something salaciously fun. Brady looked both excited and nervous, his eagerness like a beacon for Kristine to toy with.
"To kiss," Tray appeared more smug by the second, while Brady's grin grew in anticipation.
"Oh, looks like someone's getting excited," the doe giggled, genuinely enjoying herself for the first time since the storm had trapped her. Tray was so smug, and this was going to deflate him a bit.
"To kiss Emilie's foot paw," Kristine finished, observing the cheerful grin disappear from Tray's snout, the ram was apparently disinterested in paws it seemed. Brady, on the other paw, seemed almost to be drooling, making Kristine roll her eyes at his exaggerated and primal reaction.
"I can think of a few places on Emilie’s body I'd much rather kiss," Tray remarked, trying to maintain a suave and confident demeanour as he stood up from his chair and leaned in while Emilie playfully presented her foot paw from across the table.
The girls watched and giggled as the ram gave a quick peck to the top of the husky girl's furry foot paw, the ram’s already thin and yellow eyes growing even thinner in contempt.
Emilie laughed for a moment, glancing around at the others' reactions. “Okay… Um, Line, truth or dare?” she asked with a wink, her best friend smiling back at her with warmth.
“Truth,” Line responded, still smiling, trusting that Emilie wouldn’t ask her anything too uncomfortable.
“Have you ever touched a male’s… Organ?” Emilie inquired, catching her best friend off guard. Line knew Emilie was aware of the answer; it was something they had discussed before. Yet, it wasn’t a topic she was eager to delve into.
“Ahem… Ahem, well, yes,” Line admitted at last, shocking and exciting the two jocks. The bobcat had once played with her family's former feral pet out of curiosity, a fact she’d shared with Emilie.
Brady and Tray laughed, both sounding overly excited by Line's surprisingly naughty revelation. “Damn, Line, whose organ was it?” Brady blurted out unapologetically, earning a subtle rebuke from Kristine, who had to remind him that it wasn't his turn.
“Finally, it's my turn again,” Line exclaimed with a mix of embarrassment and relief, finding her past curiosity too mortifying to dwell on amidst this fun new game.
“Who's it going to be, birthday girl?” Kristine asked, hoping the shorter bobcat would pick one of the jocks as payback for embarrassing Emilie earlier.
"Brady, truth or dare?" Line called, pointing a sharp, clawed finger towards the goat. The soft overhead lights set a relaxed or tense mood for the game, depending on whom one asked.
“Girl, I choose dare,” Brady declared, feeling more self-assured this time about completing the challenge. He crossed his arms, puffed out his chest, and lifted his chin as he leaned back.
“I dare you to… Give a foot paw massage to the fur on your right for one minute,” Line dared with a big broad smile, her sharp teeth gleaming in the lamplight. She always made sure to maintain good dental hygiene, as any predator worth their salt would.
“What the… But Tray has hooves, for God's sake!” Brady exclaimed in confusion, unsure on how to massage a solid object like a hoof. While he wasn't averse to female goats or other hooved girls like Kristine, Brady still preferred foot paws like Emilie's or Line's.
"Get creative or take another shot of spirits - your choice," Line retorted, crossing her arms as her confidence grew. She didn't want Brady to drink like last time, but the idea of a fun spectacle did appeal to her, as she’d be two for two.
Brady knelt down and began massaging Tray's hooves, but the ram didn't feel anything and found the situation uninteresting if a little embarrassing, so simply leaned back to look up at the ceiling.
Noticing the lack of reaction, Brady moved up Tray's leg, massaging the soft skin above the hooves. In turn, Tray let out a grunt, surprised by how sore his muscles were.
Giggles filled the room, as both males blushed with embarrassment. Looking back down, Tray met Line's gaze, seeking revenge for making his friend massage him like this.
Kristine was tapping her own cloven hoof on the floor slowly, as she watched Brady rub his fellow jock buddies' legs. Both the jocks looked clearly uncomfortable, although Tray wasn't as bothered by the touch as she had expected. Still, it gave her ideas for her next turn.
The minute passed by quickly, much to Tray's relief, as he found the message was unexpectedly enjoyable. “Ok, finished,” Brady snorted, very quickly moving away from his friend. The goat shook his paws with vigour, like he was trying to sling the 'Yuck' off of them.
"Back at you, Line. Truth or dare?" Tray snorted.
Line leaned back, observing the ram for a moment, knowing his devious mind was going to ask her about the organ she had admitted touching.
"Ahem, dare…" she answered in a soft, feminine tone common among felines, as Tray eagerly smiled at her for a brief moment.
"I dare you to sit on my lap for the rest of the game," Tray blurted out quickly, his excitement showing in his gaze as he locked eyes with Line.
The bobcat paused, glancing at the girls and then poured herself a glass of spirits. She hastily downed it, causing her to cough and choke momentarily, eliciting chuckling from the room.
Tray blushed in fury as Line cleverly turned the dare back on him by showing her disinterest in him.
Seeing his friend's anger simmer just beneath the surface, Brady called out, "Kristine, truth or dare?" the goat said to the passive doe, aiming to retaliate for Kristine daring Tray to kiss Emilie’s foot paw instead of him.
Kristine's ears perked up; Brady was no Tray by a long shot, and though he shared Tray's horn dog nature, the goat seemingly possessed less malice than the ram from what she knew.
"I'll play nice, truth," Kristine responded, her uncertainty evident. She briefly contemplated opting for a dare, curious about what Brady might conjure up. Yet, considering his laid-back question to Emilie, she deemed truth the safer bet.
"What’s your bra size?"
Tray sported a smile on his face, feeling vindicated with Brady on his side. Kristine rolled her eyes; she knew she was small, so it was a question that had often presented itself at school.
“Why ask, there are already enough truthful rumours swirling at school?"
“Rumours are rumours; I prefer hearing it from the source,” Brady replied, leaning forward in his chair, his gaze fixed intently on Kristine, her long neck making sure he didn’t look down.
“Fine, I’ve… Um, I've got A-cups,” Kristine finally managed to admit, a faint pink tint colouring her brown cheeks as she averted her eyes from the group, glancing at the rain-drenched windows where the storm raged outside relentlessly.
Across from her, the jocks mentally noted down her small cup size, even though they had actually known it already, while Kristine schemed the next move for her unsuspecting target.
“Tray, truth or dare?” she called out with a sudden gleam in her eyes.
“I pick dare, of course.”
“I dare you to sit on Brady’s lap for the rest of the game.”
The bottle was lifted hastily, with Tray swiftly downing the bitter liquid in response. Laughter erupted as Tray took his punishment shot; even Brady let out a soft giggle.
Brady realised that Kristine was playing a game of her own, a realisation that both scared and impressed the goat a little - Even though he was quite certain he wouldn't enjoy whatever challenges she had in store for him down the line.
Emilie bit her lower lip, scanning the room intently for a moment. Eventually, she decided the jocks had had enough for now. With a smirk, she shifted her gaze over to Kristine.
Sensing Emilie's gaze, Kristine anticipated the upcoming question before it was even asked.
“Kristine, truth or dare?” Emilie spoke. With their out of school friendship only slightly developed, Kristine saw it as a test of trust with the other girl.
“Dare,” Kristine replied, catching the other furs in the room off guard, some more than others. Emilie's green eyes sparkled as she locked them with the deer girls.
“I dare you to…” Emilie paused, pondering for a moment, a sly smile playing on her lips as she glanced around the group. “Touch someone's underwear!”
"Someone's, can it be anyone at all?" Kristine asked, grinning femininely, while watching Brady and Tray squirming in the corner of her eye: the jocks hoping for an eighteen-plus scene, the deer, in turn, wanted to tease them without giving them what they wanted.
“Yes, any in this room!” Emilie said, sharing a knowing look with Kris, who nodded in agreement.
“Alright…” Smirking, she reached down, being careful not to expose herself, and touched her own panties. Her tight jeans made for an even tighter fit with her paw there. The scene drew first groans and then protests from the guys, while all three of the girls laughed about it.
“No, no, no… She can't do that. It has to be someone else's underwear,” Brady protested loudly, disappointed by the deer's playful manoeuvre.
“I said it could be anyone in this room, and that includes her,” Emilie interjected with a chuckle, overruling Brady as the two dismayed jocks groaned in protest.
“LAME!” Tray exclaimed, expressing his disappointment with the situation.
“Alright, my turn again,” Line managed to declare amidst the giggles. The game, though veering into pervy territory at times, proved to be quite entertaining
“Who is it gonna be this time? Hopefully not Brady again again?” Emilie interjected, having brushed off her earlier embarrassment.
The husky noticed the growing smug smile on her friend's face, causing her to reconsider speaking up. Her ears laid flat against her head, as she could almost hear Line's next sentence before the words had left the feline's mouth.
“Emilie, truth or dare?” Line positioned herself on the end of the sofa, watching her friend closely to anticipate her decision.
“Um, I choose,” Emilie started, unsure if she should trust her friend. She knew that tooth grinning smile and it never booted well, but the truth might be even more dangerous, the husky concluded, as she saw a revenge brew behind the feline’s eyes from the organ question she’d asked earlier.
“I choose dare!”
Line raised her paw, tapping her chin with a claw as she mulled over how to playfully tease her best friend. She didn’t want to down right make her more embarrassed, but she did want revenge for that last truth Emilie had made her reveal to the jocks.
“Since you haven't touched a male's organ, I dare you to… Touch Tray’s.”
Tray could barely get happy about the dare, before but Emilie swiftly raised the shot glass to her lips, and downed the drink in an instant. The unfamiliar taste of alcohol caused the husky to cough, having never experienced it before.
“How do adults drink this swill?” Emilie exclaimed, tears welling in her green eyes as the harsh liquid burned her throat.
"I dunno… I kinda like it," Kristine giggled, licking her lips. The strong liquid warmed her insides pleasantly, even if she'd only taken one shot. It made the deer girl feel more relaxed than she had in years; a strange thought popped into her head, making her smile faintly as she looked over at Tray. The ram returned her look with a gaze of his own.
"Alright, Kristine, what's it going to be?" the ram asked with a snicker, as the doe took a long, shuddering breath.
"Or would you rather just drink now?" Tray said as he held the bottle up and shook it.
“Truth,” she replied in a soft voice, trying to go for innocence but sounding silly instead.
“Why? We all know you're just going to drink,” Tray laughed as he leaned back, resting his paws behind him as he looked over at her.
“Okay, okay,” the ram chuckled, enjoying the doe’s look of displeasure, it wasn't like she had drank more than the others. “Tell us your naughtiest secret.”
Kristine's jaw dropped, either she told them her secret, or she drank again like the lush he’d hinted she was. "Sod off," the doe snorted, taking the girl's bottle and pouring herself a shot of spirits. She downed it much more easily this time around; it seemed to get easier the more her body got used to it. The fiery burn left her throat feeling dry, yet the warm glow in her belly seemed to wash over the rest of her body.
“Line, truth or dare!” Brady shouted, his mood lifted by seeing the doe take another shot. Even though it was only her second drink of the night, the jocks were gleefully noting that they were ahead in the competition of getting the girls drunker than themselves.
“Hmm, what should I choose,” Line mused out loud, the bobcat girl reflecting on her not-so-great experiences so far. She had either been dared to sit in Tray’s lap or felt betrayed by Emilie, who had disclosed one of her more personal secrets to the group.
“I think I’ll go with the truth,” Line decided, preferring not to give the jocks any advantage by choosing a dare this time around.
“Whose organ did you touch?” Her grey tail twitched, and she shot an irritated glance at the canine while pondering her answer.
Despite the high alcohol content in the drink Tray had found, this was only her second shot. So Line concluded that she could afford to skip answering the provocative question since she hadn't even gotten tipsy yet, even though she had no clue what that felt like.
Pouring herself another shot, Line downed the vile liquid with a slight growl. Her tail swished over to slap against her husky friend's back, as this was partially her fault.
“Brady, truth or dare?” Kristine called out, the goat pondered it over for a little bit, he’d gone for two dare rounds in a row, so perhaps it was time to switch it up.
“I’ll go with… Truth.”
Tray, stopping himself from facepalming, simply rolled his yellow eyes, a tad infuriated by Brady's apparent lack of self-awareness at their Achilles' heel.
“Tell us the name of your jenny lover… Her FULL name, if you remember it,” Kristine teased, delighting internally at the deflated expression on Brady's face.
“New rule: we can only dare someone or ask them something once. No repeating the same thing over and over,” Brady grumbled.
The husky and doe were about ready to call him out for his unsportsmanlike behaviour as he took a shot, but Line interjected before they could.
"Agreed, and since I’m the birthday girl, my word is law."
Brady’s suggestion brought a hint of relief to Line, as it allowed her to push aside worries about that uncomfortable feral dick for the rest of the evening. Or at least she hoped so, acknowledging to herself that the rule had its loopholes. Nonetheless, it was better than nothing, the bobcat hoping that the spirits would help cover up those loopholes.
“Tray, truth or dare?” Emilie chimed in, with the ram predictably opting for a dare.
“I dare you to… Massage Brady’s hooves!”
If Tray had sharp teeth, they’d have been barred; instead, a large vein throbbed on his forehead. The idea of having to endure the unpleasant task from earlier once again, this time being the one to submit and kneel down, disgusted him greatly, the ram glaring down at the bottle before him.
“Not a fan of foot paws or hooves, hmm?” Kristine commented, observing Tray reluctantly prepare for his second shot. Not wanting to miss out on the solidarity, she exchanged a fist bump with her husky friend as they both watched Tray gulp down the bitter drink.
Line squirmed on the sofa next to Emilie, looking vaguely uncomfortable. "I need to go wee… Does anyone else need to go as well?" The birthday girl asked awkwardly.
Line had already leaped to her foot paws before Kristine could even raise her paw. "I'm calling for a restroom break!" she announced, racing out of the room and leaving her four guests momentarily confused as the sound of her claws scratching the floor disappeared as she reached the soft and carpeted floor outside of the living room.
"Well, I need to go too," Kristine admitted. Climbing to her hooves, the doe headed towards the back hallway where the first-floor bathroom was located, knowing Line had gone to the upstairs bathroom in the opposite end of the house.
This left Emilie sitting there, soon to be joined by Tray and Brady, who moved to either side of her now that the others had left.
…..
As Kristine rounded the corner into the dimly lit hallway, she collided with something—or someone. "Ugh," she groaned as they both stumbled and fell to the carpeted floor.
"What the hell?!" the flustered deer exclaimed, realising she had landed on top of someone. Looking down, she saw the surprised face of Daven, Line's younger twin brother.
Who was younger by about twenty minutes or so, a shy and introverted bobcat, Kristine thought, remembering that she hadn’t seen him at Line's birthday party.
"I wasn't eavesdropping, I promise!" Daven exclaimed hurriedly, looking embarrassed as a deep blush spread itself across his face.
It made Kristine laugh a little; clearly, he’d been curious about the game. It was somewhat endearing, yet she felt a bit sorry for the socially awkward feline.
“Calm down, I'm just looking for the bathroom,” Kristine explained gently, the doe struggling to lift herself off of the bobcat who lay frozen on the floor, shocked and embarrassed.
As she attempted to disentangle herself , Kristine's paw grasped something firm.
“Eek!” Daven squealed in shock and horror, his blue eyes widening as he stared up at her for a prolonged moment. Then, his mouth fell open as Kristine tried to free herself once more.
Following his gaze downward, she realised her left paw was gripping something thick and tube-like, the thing outlined by the fabric of his loose fitting shorts.
The massive thing lay against his inner thigh and not inside his sheath. As her paw pressed down on it, she felt its pulse begin to grow, the thing growing semi-firm, though not erect.
“I'm sorry… I'm sorry, I can't help it!” Daven babbled frantically as the imposing organ pulsed and stiffened slightly in her grasp, the bobcat turning away in shame. Kristine marvelled at its girth, remembering its impressive feel while also noting it hadn't even started getting truly rigid.
Catching herself in the moment, Kristine ripped herself off of him, the embarrassed doe’s mind going blank as she just stared at her paw, Daven’s warmth something she could quite evidently feel on her furry paw.
She almost convinced herself that she could smell his male scent lingering on her. However, hearing the shorter fur getting onto his knees shook her out of her apparent trance.
‘I… Is my tail wagging?’ the doe thought as she felt her behind start to move on its own.
“Are you gonna tell my sister about this?” Daven said, the feline sitting on his knees with both of his paws in between his legs, covering up his growing shame.
Looking him up and down, Kristine had to admit that he looked almost identical to Line—not quite that surprising, since they’re twins. The doe internally reminded herself, eyes rolling at her own obvious conclusion as her heart rate started to calm down.
“No… But you’re free to join if you want,” Kristine spoke, her subconsciousness not willing to let go of the grey feline just yet.
“Happy birthday by the way,” she spoke, before looking at him one last time before walking off to the first floor bathroom down the hallway.
He wasn’t as feminine and slim as Line; still quite slim, but definitely had some muscle on him from what she could tell from looking at him in the dim lit hallway. With that, she left, hoping to see him when she returned to the living room.
Sitting down, she relieved the built up pressure, finding the act of peeing weirdly calming. However, she didn't want to ask others about it and as it’d no doubt sound strange, she simply thought it was something that had stayed with deer from their primal past.
“And just why are you so happy?” Kristine thought out loud, the doe looking back at her short tail that was wiggling back and forth… Goddess, it made the doe look like a schoolgirl that had just been asked out on her very first date.
…..
Daven shyly watched the doe go, and then turned back to the room from which he had been watching. He listened in to Emilie talking with the two jocks, the bobcat not liking them very much.
Jocks like those two were always giving him a hard time… He got along fine with most furs, but guys like Brady and Tray loved to target furs at a lower standing than themselves.
“Stop it you two… Don't touch me there!”
“Awww come on Em… No one will know, I just want to touch them,” Brady urged with a slow grunt, as he tried to talk her into letting him grope her heavy melons. While Tray chuckled and snuggled against her other side, whispering something into the huskies ear.
“Hi Emilie,” Daven blurted out upon entering the living room, prompting the jocks to retreat upon hearing the sudden voice. However, upon realising who it was, they scowled and shifted closer to the frightened canine once more.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Tray asked, looking at Daven with a scowl, eyeing him with disdain as the bobcat stood not far from the sofa.
“Nobody wants you here, dork,” the ram pointed out with a snort, as he looked at Daven.
“Yeah, nobody wants you here,” Brady echoed as he tried again to cop a feel of Emilie's big chest. She promptly pushed his paw away, finding the situation increasingly uncomfortable.
Although she had viewed Tray as an attractive classmate just minutes prior, the husky began to see him in a different, less favourable light. Emilie’s inner image of Tray being a laid-back fur with a cool demeanour at school now bore resemblance to the troublesome characters she saw on television or heard about at school—A potential rapist!
“I was invited,” Daven spoke up, feeling very awkward and more than a little intimidated by the larger ram glaring at him, yet he was pushed on by the green puppy eyes which his big sister's BFF gave him, his heartbeat making itself felt all the way up his throat.
“Who the fuck invited you… I know Line never hangs with you,” Tray pointed out derisively, a statement holding some truth.
The brother and sister seldom spent time together when not at home, and at school they were in different classes entirely, so he rarely interacted with her for other classmates to see.
“I did,” Kristine declared as she re-entered the living room, wrapping an arm around Daven's shoulder, making sure to be cautious due to his much shorter stature to avoid inadvertently pushing his head into her bosom.
She placed a chair next to the couch end where she intended to sit, and directed him to it. “The more the merrier,” Kristine argued, pushing the bobcat into his seat.
With a glare, she made the jocks stop their inappropriate groping of her new friend, the jocks standing up in defeat to walk around the table and back into their own seats across from them.
Now the only one missing was the birthday girl, Kristine noted to herself.
"I assume you know the rules?" Emilie said, trying to distract herself from her racing heart and the uncomfortable feeling in her stomach caused by the jocks who had surrounded her. At least there’s a friendlier male present now, and Emilie had talked and chatted with Daven many times during her previous visits to Line's for sleepovers and other events, so they weren’t strangers.
"The basics I believe."
"Nice, and we're going clockwise, so it's your turn after Brady's asked someone, and mine after you've finished asking," Kristine explained.
The cheerful atmosphere returned as Line finally descended down the stairs and out from the corridor she’d run, the grey bobcat girl apologising for taking so long to go “wee”, as she called it.
"Daven? What are you doing here?" Line asked, a bit puzzled by her little brother's sudden courage to join them for a game of truth or dare, or simply to join them at all.
Kristine spoke up on his behalf, much to Daven's relief, as he quickly found comfort in the presence of the kind-hearted doe—an individual he already viewed as a potential friend.
“Okay… Is everyone ready to continue?” Line asked as she hopped onto the soft sofa next to Emilie, bouncing slightly and giggling while looking at her best friend. There was a chorus of agreement as the group turned to focus on Line.
“Perfect! Tray, truth or dare?” With her bladder empty, Line had again been filled with plenty of energy to spare, the warmth in her stomach from the shot pushing her forward.
“I'll go with truth this time,” Tray replied, reclining back, anticipating Line’s first truth of the evening. Excitement lingered as he awaited Line’s question, the mystery of her feline mind eliciting a confident smile on his face as he didn’t fear her.
“Describe the donkey girl Brady has been with truthfully, in as much detail as you can,” Line prompted, the colour in turn draining from Brady’s face. Tray considered his response, torn between supporting his friend by taking a shot or offering some assistance.
“She has lovely, healthy grey fur for a donkey, her body can only be described as buxom like. Her hips are huge and her chest a little less so but still voluptuous, overall an hourglass figure with a waist to die for, a luscious body indeed.”
“I’m surprised Brady hasn’t drowned in her curves, seeing as they, from what I’ve been told, like to do it missionary style with her on top,” Tray went on, the goat beside him a weird mix of shame and pride at hearing his buddy speak about the female he had bedded.
A whistle emanated from Emilie's direction, the husky nearly unable to fathom the revelation of Brady's conquest. She considered giving him a standing ovation, but decided against it, not wanting to divert too much attention from Tray, who was up next.
As anticipated, Tray's predatory prey gaze scoured the room for his next target, though Emilie felt relieved when his piercing eyes only briefly passed over her.
“Daven, truth or dare?”
A newcomer was on the playing field, and although Daven seemed docile, Tray was eager to try and gauge the new player's mind. How willing was the weakling to play a pawn within his and Brady’s daring plan for the night, Tray pondered.
"I, um… I choose dare!" the bobcat spoke, not wanting to appear weak before Kristine, especially since they had only just met a bit earlier and he'd already gotten embarrassed when she had caught him spying.
“A brave feline, I like that,” Tray remarked, assessing the little bobcat to determine his challenge. Apart from being Line's twin brother, Tray knew little about him. Inspiration struck Tray, like a light bulb appearing above his head, reminiscent of classic school cartoons.
“I dare you to kiss your sister…”
Daven recoiled in his seat, fear evident in his whiskers that all but vibrated and his facial expression as his feline pupils constricted.
"And I want it to be a French-style kiss," Tray insisted, pushing the envelope further. To his surprise, the bobcat didn't even glance down at the awaiting shot glass in front of him.
‘Does he even know it’s there?’ Tray found himself thinking. ‘Wait, he does know one can take a shot if the task is too much… Oh god, he’s a fool!’ the jock found himself getting excited at the potential reason, perhaps he’d truly found a perfect tool for tonight.
On the sofa, the audible sound of a large tail wagging back and forth could be heard, as Emilie's fluffy tail grazed against the fabric of the cushions.
Beside her, Kristine appeared concerned. Daven likely had never drunk alcohol before, so the thought of doing it probably scared him, or perhaps…
“Just a reminder, one can also take a shot if the task is too much,” Kristine's comment seemed to jolt Daven into another form of action. The grey-furred male hurriedly settled back into his seat with a thump, before he promptly took a glass, swiftly downing its contents as if it were just water.
His embarrassed demeanour prompted Kristine to help the feline, and so she nodded her head towards Brady, signalling it was now his turn. The doe just barely picked up on Tray’s angry look, the doe a little puzzled, ‘Did I ruin his plan?’ she wondered.
“Oh… Right,” the goat cleared his throat, grinning mischievously as he surveyed the room.
“Ahem, Tray, truth or dare?” Brady's playful question drew suspicious glances from the girls.
"Truth," Tray’s chest puffed out with a sly smirk, responded confidently. It was quite evident that this was something the jocks had come up with, as both of them were overplaying their parts, causing the girls to slightly cringe from how childish they were behaving.
"How well-endowed are you?" Brady asked with a lewd chuckle, smirking suggestively as he scanned the shocked expressions of the girls.
“You know, where it counts…” he continued, offering his buddy an opportunity to boast.
“Dude… What a question,” Tray exclaimed, acting like he was offended and shocked by it. Tray looked over at the girls, like he was sorry about his jock buddies' crude question.
"Let's just say…" Tray held up two paws, one on top of the other, flashing them all a big, white-toothed smile. "It's two paws and two fingers more."
“Wow, buddy, you’re hung,” Brady squealed too eagerly, causing Tray to cringe, realising the conversation was steering off course from their plan.
Laughter erupted from the opposite side of the couch, the girls amused by Brady’s sudden homoerotic tone.
“Shut up, fag,” Tray grunted, punching Brady's shoulder with one paw.
Across from the jocks, Kristine had been sharing a few whispered words with Daven, while the two meatheads had been joking around. The shy-looking feline smiled faintly, and looked around.
“Um… Okay,” he stammered nervously, flashing the doe a sidelong glance, appearing both uncomfortable and amused by what she’d told him.
“Ahem, Tray, truth or—” The question was cut off before he could finish it, as the grinning ram assumed that the feline had decided to play along.
“Dare… Dare me,” Tray snorted, thinking that Daven was likely going to challenge him to show the hefty male organ Tray had just boasted about having.
“Okay… I dare you to French kiss… Brady!” the bobcat said loudly at Kristine's urging, the female deer smiling widely as the ram looked betrayed and confused.
Tray was halfway out of his seat in frustration at where the game was going, Brady's piercing eyes growing wide in alarm next to his jock buddy.
“Umm… Um, n-now wait a,” Brady stammered as Tray suddenly lunged forward, grabbing the bottle on the table to take a long swallow, much to the goats' relief and then perhaps slight disappointment at seeing how much Tray drank.
"Hahaha!" All the girls laughed merrily, Emilie holding her sides while Line had tears in hers from laughing so hard, these jocks really were easy to fluster it seemed the girls concluded.
"I thought he was going to do it," Emilie gasped amidst wild giggles of amusement, glancing over at Kristine, who was also enjoying herself to the fullest.
"Did you see the terror on Brady's face?" Line chuckled, rolling around on the sofa with Emilie snuggled close to her, the two of them holding onto each other to prevent the other and themselves from falling off the sofa.
"I enjoyed that look at the end," Kristine snickered with a wink, mimicking Brady's vague sense of disappointment. "I actually think he was looking forward to the kiss."
“NO WAY!” Brady exclaimed loudly, promptly looking away from everyone.
“Well, it’s my turn now,” Kristine pointed out, making Brady wince. He didn't want to be dared to kiss Tray. “Alright Brady, truth or dare?”
“I'm not going to kiss,” the goat started, the last dare still vividly etched in his mind.
“Don't worry, I'll leave Tray out of this,” the doe assured in a soft, soothing voice reminiscent of how her mother had used to comfort her as a bambi and a fawn.
“Okay… But you promised, so remember that. I choose,” he considered picking truth, but didn't want to answer more donkey related questions. “Dare.”
“I dare you to feel up…” Kristine glanced at the other girls, exchanging smiles before turning her attention to Daven. "Daven’s crotch!"
Brady's eyes widened in realisation that he had fallen into her scheme, shaking his head, he quickly grabbed the bottle and took a swig.
Seeing Brady snatch the bottle from Tray’s grasp provoked another round of laughter from the girls. However, watching the goat jock empty their bottle prompted Kristine to raise an eyebrow. Glancing at their own and Daven’s bottle of spirits, which was still about half full, and the full shot glasses on the table, it was evident that there was plenty left to drink.
Despite the bottles not being the largest, it appeared that the jocks had consumed more than everyone else combined, especially after Brady had drained what remained following Tray's punishment for not wanting to kiss him.
“Aren’t you going a little overboard with those shots?” Line remarked, noticing the empty bottle in Brady’s slightly shaking paw.
Without a word, Brady stood up and went to fetch another bottle for himself and Tray, both of whom were starting to feel the effects after drinking half a bottle each in just under thirty minutes.
“Sorry about the dare; I felt I had to stand up to those prudes for calling you a dork,” Kristine whispered to Daven, who, finding a bit of bravery, extended his fist out for a bump.
Kristine, not wanting to snub the gesture, accepted it. Their conversation commenced but was soon interrupted by the sound of Brady returning from the kitchen.
“Can’t believe you both already finished off a bottle. Does that stuff actually taste good to you?” Emilie questioned the jocks, her own taste buds finding the alcohol less and less enjoyable.
Tray merely nodded in agreement, while Brady just responded by uncapping the new spirits bottle and taking a small sip, snorting as his nose ran a bit from the strong drink.
The dust on the bottle wasn’t as bad as the other two, this one having been shielded by the two on top of it which Tray had taken earlier.
Emilie looked around for a long time. “Let's see… Daven, truth or dare?” she asked, looking over at the nervous bobcat, who looked startled like a feral in the headlights.
“I… Um, truth,” he answered so hesitantly, it almost sounded like a question rather than an answer. He looked wide eyed, hoping he wasn't going to get an embarrassing or naughty question sent his way by the curvy husky girl.
“What do you want most for your birthday?” the cute husky asked, trying her best to be nice to the shy and nervous feline, who’s birthday was also today (seeing as he and Line were twins, duh). Emilie watched Davens muzzle relax, as he thought the question over for a long moment.
“The book, The mists of Avalon.” Daven named a book, not a sports or shooter game like many males played, but a book. Emilie vaguely knew what the book was about, a pretty doe priestess fighting to save her Celtic religion.
“Boooring!” Tray snorted loudly as he and Brady shared grins, clearly they thought that was a dorky birthday gift for a dork like Daven. “FIFUR seventeen, now that's a birthday gift.”
“Yeah, Mists of Avalon is a girls book, and a boring one at that. Dumbest book ever!” Brady agreed with a snicker, looking around as if expecting everyone to clap at his statement.
Line chimed in with her own games, sparking a conversation about all the new games on the market. Emilie didn't want to get wrapped up in their debate over the best and worst games available, so she turned her attention to Daven with curiosity. "Why Mists of Avalon?"
"Well, the main character is a fascinating deer lady of royalty… A tragic lady who navigates loyalty and love," Daven explained. "And it's part of the Arthurian legends… I read the book in school whenever I can, but I've wanted to own it since the first time I read it."
"So it has nothing to do with the slight incest, then? Hm?" Emilie teased, remembering his reaction to being dared to kiss Line earlier—a moment which she’d misread to say it lightly.
"No, of course not… They were tricked into it, and EW!" Daven replied. The passionate themes within the book had been a challenging topic for a presentation his group had to give in class. It was an embarrassing yet memory he wouldn’t forget anytime soon.
"Do you find the main character, Lady Morgaine, attractive?" Emilie persisted, seeking the real reason behind his interest in the book. She could tell there was more hidden beneath his shy and nerdy demeanour, and the blush colouring his grey cheeks was a dead giveaway.
“She… She is beautiful… Downright gorgeous, I admit.”
“Her large stature among her peers, her brown hair and deep chestnut eyes,” the canine described further, amused by Daven’s slow, continuous nods of agreement—the bobcat seemed willing to respond but chose not to verbalise it.
“Her slender chest and even smaller waist, a tiny tail hidden beneath her dresses, and voluptuous thighs not even loose fabric could conceal.”
The steady nodding of his head was interrupted when she mentioned that last detail, the bobcat realising what the teasing husky had implied.
The blushing stare Kristine had given him hadn't caught his attention since he’d been looking down, but upon her mention of "thighs," he realised exactly whom Emilie had actually been describing all along.
Morgaine and Kristine were mirror images of each other based on the book’s description of the priestess, with the exception that Kristine's thighs were proportionally beautiful to her figure, unlike how he had imagined Morgaine’s to be somewhat chubby when reading the book… Whenever he could snatch it from the school library.
“I… I’m sorry,” Daven apologised, thinking he'd jeopardised his friendship with the deer.
“What for?” Emilie's voice was laced with a teasing tone, “I think she found your compliments about her being beautiful and downright gorgeous quite flattering… At least that's what her tail seems to say,” Emilie giggled softly.
The doe flinched her rump back into the seat as she’d been leaning forward to catch the bobcat's reaction more clearly, her tail having wagged faster with each word Daven had nodded to.
Before the conversation could progress, Line’s voice filled the room. “Tray, truth or dare?”
When they all glanced at the ram, Kristine, Emilie, and Daven felt a sense of relief, thankful that the others seemingly hadn't heard their exchange. Brady and Tray would surely have teased him further, with Line eager to join in on the gossip if so.
“Oh, dare. Yeah, dare for sure,” Tray answered with a snicker, grinning in a wide and goofy looking manner as he winked at Line, as he’d seemingly forgotten about the homoerotic dares the girls had pulled on him and Brady earlier. New confidence surged through him as the alcohol took effect.
“I dare you to…” Line paused, thinking for a moment.
She had always been curious about a specific room in the house. Her fathers private study, which was located behind a door that was connected to the main living room, her father's tiny veterinarian office right behind it.
The door wasn't locked, however, both her and Daven had always been forbidden to go in there. Which had made her intensely curious, she had caught only vague glimpses into the room over the years. It was half a library with lots of bookshelves, and half a museum with displays of old tools that had once been in use.
“I dare you to go into my dads study and bring back something interesting to show us.”
Tray looked at her strangely, Line’s father was a nice guy but could be oddly intimidating.
“What… Is that all?” Tray snorted, standing up with a grin, swaggering over the door she pointed out. His horned head twisted slightly, making his neck pop loudly as he stood there for a moment. He gripped the door knob, and flashed them all one last sneer before he vanished into the office.
…..
Tray stepped into the dark room, flicking on the lights as he looked around the large office. The smell of old books hit his nose, all four walls were covered with shelves and rows upon rows of books. The ram trampled into the room looking around, clusters of low tables littered the place, displays of clean and silvery aged tools inside, there were even chairs and a sofa it seemed.
Walking over to the displays, he read the descriptions of a few things: 'Burdizzo castration tool', 'Emasculator', 'Elastrator tool'.
He felt a surge of instinctual horror at reading some of the words, along with a strange stirring of interest as if he should know the tools by heart, yet his line of thought seized as he noticed a large black book laying there between the displays.
Grabbing the book with a smirk, the ram jock strolled back over to the exit. Flicking out the lights as he closed the door, walking back out to where the others were waiting.
…..
“Your dad has got a lot of fucked up stuff in there,” Tray snorted, dropping the book into the bobcat girls lab, before flopping back down into his comfortable chair.
“Now what's it gonna be, Emilie, truth or dare?” Tray snickered as he watched Line and Emilie look through the book, the two pointing at a number of pictures and drawings he couldn’t make out from his angle. ‘Seems like I picked out something good,’ he internally self-congratulated.
“Dare… I guess,” she said without thinking, the ancient black book much more interesting than what the goat was cooking up for her to do.
She showed Line something, the girls sharing an intent look, as they pointed at this or that within the book. Tray grinned, knowing there were likely a number of dick pictures and drawings within, which was what he’d counted on from what was on the cover of it.
"Cool, I dare you to drink this whole glass," the ram snickered, pouring a normal glass to the brim with the powerful amber liquid.
Emilie rolled her eyes at the dare, her opinion of the large ram sourering as the evening went on. Earlier, she’d seen him as a potential partner due to his looks and popularity. However, she was now having second thoughts about being with a jock like him, it would never happen as of now.
The brain in between his horns was none existent from what Emilie could tell. Moreover, the dare itself seemed questionable, as it didn't follow the established rules she knew.
Choosing not to debate it with him, seeing as there wasn’t much thinking ability behind his thin and piercing yellow eyes, Emilie took the glass and downed probably five or more shots all at once. Meanwhile, Line set the book aside on the side table near the end of the sofa.
"Daven, truth or dare?" Brady called out eagerly.
"I'll choose dare," Daven replied. His mind preoccupied with thoughts from his previous chat with Emilie and Kristine, and Daven imagined that displaying his bravery might be a good thing.
"I dare you to sit in Kristine's lap for one minute," Brady's voice carried an authoritative tone, albeit not entirely convincing as Brady attempted to deepen his voice beyond its usual pitch.
Nonetheless, his demeanour was controlling when addressing the feline before him, Brady almost sounded like a game oracle, delivering a foreboding message from a dark cavern.
Daven's flinch in response to his tone was precisely the reaction Brady had anticipated. If Daven wasn't willing to cooperate with him and Tray in getting the girls drunk, then they would make sure Daven joined the girls in drinking.
"Daven, you can always just dri–” Kristine's voice was cut off when she witnessed the grey bobcat rise and slowly settle himself in her lap. He was surprisingly light, and Daven's statue allowed for her to peer over his head, with his fluffy ears protruding on either side of her snout.
“Daven! Daven! Daven!” Line chanted in amusement at her little brother's display of courage in accepting the dare. The bookworm seldom brought more than one or two friends home for a reading session, never managing to invite a girl over.
The grey ears atop his head created a comically amusing site for the others, as if a doe had sneaked up on her predator to observe where the confused beast was looking.
As the watch on Brady’s wrist struck one, he called off the dare. Neither the bobcat nor the doe made eye contact, as Daven pondered whom to challenge next. His heart pounded like never before, with Daven feeling as though it might leap out of his chest.
Meanwhile, Tray was engrossed in his phone as he hadn’t found the dare to be interesting, he was not concerned with Daven getting closer to the girls, as he’d get them drunk anyway.
Daven got himself under control, but in the process, he forgot to leave Kristine’s lap. He looked over at the husky who was chatting with his twin sister. "Emilie, truth or dare?"
“Finally, I choose truth, and make it something substantial, Daven, unlike Tray’s rather feeble dare,” Emilie taunted, aiming to highlight the ram’s lacklustre dare proposition from earlier.
“Are you a virgin or not?” the bobcat spoke, his blue eyes looking into the husky’s confused and rapidly blinking green ones.
Emilie glanced at Daven in slight shock; she hadn't expected such a bold question from him. "Haha, naughty," the husky girl giggled, nervously biting her lower lips as she surveyed the room.
Beside her, her BFF Line was struggling to suppress her laugh, while Brady and Tray observed her with a lustful intensity which made her stomach turn once more.
Kristine reached out, gently patting Emilie on her thigh, as an embarrassed Daven blushed and looked away from his position in the doe’s lap.
"I've never gone all the way," Emilie confessed with a mix of pride and shame.
"Yeah, that's right… We both are," Line chimed in, hugging her best friend for support as Emilie blushed deeply beneath her black and white fur. They cuddled together in the way women sometimes did, igniting the primal instincts of the observing jocks.
"Ahem, cool," Tray managed, his blush evident beneath his fur. Both jocks were shocked; given Emilie's buxom appearance, they had assumed she had been mounted at least once before, as most girls in school claimed to have been.
The revelation of both the husky and the bobcat's purity surprised them.
Notably silent was Kristine, around whom rumours swirled at school. The ram and goat shared eager smirks, both hoping to pop a cherry tonight if they could get the girls drunk enough.
The plan had been Brady's, as the goat had watched something similar happen to girls at one of his older brother's parties. That was how he’d lost his own v-card to a donkey girl, the female having been so out of it he doubted she even knew he’d been there.
The doe, peeking from behind the feline sitting in her lap, wrapped her arms around his waist. Her paws dangling between his thighs as she flashed Tray a mischievous grin.
"So, what's your choice… Truth or dare?" she asked, catching the ram's uncertain gaze.
Fearing a potentially embarrassing dare, like being told to sit in Brady's lab, the ram opted for safety in going with his achilles heel. "Ahem… Truth," he declared, his attention partly on Emilie and Line's close embrace that was happening off to the side.
"Have you ever touched a dick," Kristine began, prompting Tray's gaze to violently shift away from the deer girl, an odd expression on his snout.
"I don't mean your own. I mean someone else's… Like one of your teammates, maybe those big horse guys," Kristine's words seemed to ramble, but the look on the rams snout as she spoke encouraged her to continue.
"Those horses are all liars," Tray proclaimed suddenly, looking disturbed, while everyone in the living room suddenly turned their stare directly at him. Reaching down, the ram picked up the bottle and took a long gulp from it.
Not easing the pressure on the two jocks, Emilie asked "Brady, truth or dare," before his ram buddy had even finished putting down the spirits bottle.
"I choose truth," Brady declared with confidence. The truths she had asked Line and Daven hadn't been too severe, with the one involving Line touching ‘organs’ likely being a one-off, with the girls probably just wanting to tease each other to ease the tension.
"Have you ever seen Tray touch a man's junk, besides his own of course?" Emilie leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. Brady's look of distress was like fuel to her cold predatory gaze.
On the other side of the table, Brady felt panic set in, the comfortable chair offered him little relief as he struggled to find a way out of this predicament.
"You idiot," Tray muttered under his breath, noticing his friend's hastiness in picking up the bottle—a clear sign of desperation for not answering the question.
Tray internally berated him: Just lie, you fool! His friend's actions, coupled with the bottle now being a third empty, did not bode well for their plan. Both jocks had attended parties before and boasted some resistance to alcohol, according to Brady. However, Tray worried they might end the night unable to walk, let alone proceed with any other plans they had about popping cherries.
Catching Line's predatory gaze, Tray began to gather saliva in his cheeks, bracing for whatever challenging and booby trapped path she had prepared for him.
"Tray, truth or dare?"
His response was a low growl, as he accepted the dare. He spoke quietly to speak clearly around the saliva that threatened to choke him if he articulated himself too loudly or clearly. As expected, the feline leaned back and spoke with an air of confidence.
"Since we can conclude that you've definitely not touched anyone else's fruits, why not gain some experience? I dare you to touch Daven's dick!" The last part was spoken loudly for dramatic effect.
Laughter from the three girls heard from the streets as Tray picked up the bottle. The ram feigned taking a large gulp, but in reality, he tried to ingest as little as possible, his vision already blurring from the alcohol he had within his system.
The girls were all giggling and having fun, while the ram was feeling more and more mortified at the predicament he and Brady had landed themselves in. Tray was not at all used to being the one humiliated, the proud jock wasn't drunk, but he was feeling angry at being made fun of.
“Alright, Line… What's it gonna be?” he demanded, not in the mood to say the game line, as the sexy feline looked over at him with a big gloating grin.
“Dare!” was her one word answer. Tray smirked; he could tell she was really getting into this now. Taking a long deep breath, the ram smiled over at her for a moment.
“Fine I dare YOU to feel up your brother's junk,” he spoke, watching Line look over at Daven, who still hadn't moved off of Kristine's plump lap.
The male bobcat looked around nervously, but Tray couldn't help but notice that he spread his legs open a little wider, to prepare for his sister or get comfortable Tray didn’t know.
The big bulge in the feline's shorts was impressive, even from where Tray sat, and for a moment the image of his fist wrapped around a certain stallionhood popped into his mind.
“I… I, um,” Line sputtered while looking flustered, she wasn’t gonna do it but her stuttering was no less embarrassing as it showed accidental hesitance.
Emilie patted her thin shoulder as Line gulped. Then, quickly grabbing the bottle, she didn't bother to pour a glass full this time. Drinking straight from the bottle just like Tray and Brady had been doing, she wiped her mouth with the back of her paw as she set it down on the table.
“Haha… I think she really wanted to do it,” Brady laughed as he looked around, his eyes glazed and slightly unfocused as he tried to make the situation humiliating by spouting bullshit.
“K… K… So Kristine, wha… What's it going to be?” the goat asked with a smirk, looking at Kristine’s head which poked out from in between Davens ears.
“Truth,” Kristine answered as she avoided looking at Brady, who was leering at her with unconcealed desire now, damn creep couldn’t have been more obvious.
“What's the farthest you've ever gone with a guy?” Brady asked with a snicker, as rumours in school were that the doe was a pretty easy lay.
A number of guys had claimed to have mounted her silly, which had made many of the girls not like her at all. She whispered in his ear, and Daven slipped off of her lap and back into his own chair.
Reaching out the doe poured herself a shot with some of the last Spirits that was left, and then drank it down as Daven looked over at the jocks angrily.
"Brady, truth or dare?" Daven’s voice, formerly soft, now carried a thin layer of aggression aimed at the goat who had pressured Kristine to ask him to get out of her lap. Although he kept his paws still, his claws wanted to extend themselves.
“Truth, little kitty. Give me your best shot,” Brady taunted, his voice dripping with glee, evidently pleased to see the bobcat lose his place on top of Kristine’s lap.
“How far have you actually gone with a girl… Specifically with that jenny we’ve all heard so much about at school?” Daven was torn; he couldn’t decide if he wanted the jock to take a drink or to embarrass him further by bringing up the donkey girl again.
However, whatever Brady wanted to drink or tell was up to the goat to decide.
“Well, I’ve… Uh… Slept with her, of course… Went about it the old-fashioned way, like parents have hinted at when they talk about the birds and the bees,” Brady attempted to articulate, visibly struggling with the details of that particularly murky night at his brother's party.
“That’s not an answer, you need to be more specific,” Line interjected, coming to her twin brother’s aid, the female bobcat winking at her little brother to show her support.
“We did it, uh, stomach to stomach… And I—goddamn it, screw this!” Unable to bear it any further, Brady grabbed the bottle again, seeking refuge in the alcohol.
Less than an hour had passed from the start of this game, but the alcohol in his grasp was becoming increasingly tasty, his mind drifting as he took a few extra, unnoticed gulps.
“Tray, truth or dare?” Kristine chimed in. She was feeling unexpectedly bold from her spot on the sofa. Although the after-party had started on a sour note in her view, it had blossomed into something weirdly interesting, particularly after Daven’s arrival.
“I choose dare; I ain’t no pussycat,” the ram declared without thinking, eliciting a reaction from the twin bobcats from across the table. Animal jokes of that kind were considered old school, and many, including Line and Daven, had grown to despise them.
“I dare you to jerk off Brady in front of us all.”
Daven, to the right of her, gave her a puzzled look. The female deer seemed a bit too comfortable with the idea of provoking something so foul and uncalled for, although his opinion did not seem to be shared by Line and Emilie, as their ears perked up high in anticipation, the besties looking like they were moments away from salivating.
For a moment, it seemed like Tray was going to follow through, the ram even repositioning himself in the chair to better face his fellow jock. In response, the goat defensively shoved his paws into his crotch to shield himself.
Feigning a movement downwards, Tray attempted to disguise his true intention by picking up the bottle that was in front of Brady. The jock now unfazed by the alcohol as it poured down his throat, the content not even burning anymore.
Tray had the bottle in paw when Emilie’s words halted his movement. “Tray, truth or dare?”
The barrage of challenges kept coming his way, he accepted another dare as he hiccupped wildly. The alcohol seemingly affected him now, with the girls appearing only a bit tipsy by comparison to how affected his body looked to the others.
“I want you to twerk in front of Brady.”
Laughter filled the living room and halls of the house as Tray, without hesitation, raised the bottle to take yet another large gulp, making the same mistake as Brady by consuming a few too many mouthfuls of the ever-growing sweet liquid that was coursing through his whole body.
“I call a pee break; I’ll go get us some water to wash down this swill,” Emilie announced, standing up to walk off into the kitchen with Line.","pools_count":0,"title":"Truth Or Dare Chapter One","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"text/plain","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"2","rating_name":"Adult","ratings":[{"content_tag_id":"4","name":"Sexual Themes","description":"Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal","rating_id":"2"}],"submission_type_id":"12","type_name":"Writing - Document","guest_block":"f","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"0","views":"276"}