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The stakes grow higher as each contestant in this seemingly friendly game of truth or dare start scheming for a way to make the night a victory for themselves. Some of these goals appear innocent enough, while others go beyond common sense. Some wish for revenge, some for love, meanwhile hearts and other parts start to throb as clothes start flying off.
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Brady knew his friend disliked others knowing his secrets, the teasing from his horse teammates bad enough as is.\n\n\n“I didn't say anything,” Brady defended himself as Tray stood up, fists clenched, as if restraining himself from retaliating against the fellow jocks complete idiocracy of the moment.\n\n\n“I know, but hesitation can speak volumes,” Tray snarled darkly, pacing around the room. \n\n\n“We need to steer clear of that… Swill, ask the girls provocative questions or dare them to do the things we know they won't. Keep them drinking… Even if we have to join in,” Tray reminded Brady of their strategy, which the goat found slightly insulting, as he had devised the plan. \n\n\n“Dude, I get it. What about Daven?” Brady asked, as the bobcat hadn’t been part of their plan. In fact, he and Tray hadn’t considered Daven at all as they’d thought the feline too cowardly to even show his face in the first place when simply arriving for the party. \n\n\n“That guy is such a weirdo,” Brady added, thinking out loud.\n\n\n“Fuck Daven,” Tray spat, seizing the bottle from Brady's paw, preventing the foolish jock from accidentally taking another gulp of the shitty alcohol.\n\n\n“Do you think he'll pass out like the girls… I don’t know if I want to fuck a guy up the tailhole.” Brady choked, his eyes going wide as Tray reached over and smacked him across the nose.\n\n\n“Drink less from now on,” Tray growled a warning, disappointing Brady by taking the bottle. \n\n\n“And we both know you're not picky about where you stick it.”\n\n\n“Hehe,” Brady chuckled, exchanging a look with his buddy. “Yeah…” \n\n\n…..\n\n\nDaven had paused in the hallway after swiftly relieving himself. Startled by Tray and Brady's conversation about getting the girls drunk and taking advantage of them all. \n\n\nDaven couldn't let them abuse his sister, or Emilie, but most of all Kristine… He wouldn't let them do that. He sneaked around to the kitchen through the back, intending to warn Line and Emilie about the jocks' vile intentions. \n\n\nAs he approached the swinging door into the kitchen he heard Line giggling softly. She and Emilie were talking over what Tray and Brady were up to, as well as a few naughty ideas of their own from what Daven could tell through the door.\n\n\n“That’s a good plan, girl. Let’s hope the jocks don’t ruin it,” Emilie cheered, causing Daven to discreetly take cover behind a door before the two girls could notice him. \n\n\nIt appeared that his sister and her best friend had already hashed out their own plan, leaving the male feline curious about the details. Hearing Emilie’s excitement made Daven hesitant about whether he should intervene, unsure of how to grasp the jocks and the girls now.\n\n\nTo avoid being caught like when Kristine bumped into him… And accidentally landed on top of him, Daven walked out into the light. “Do you need a paw?” he offered, gesturing towards the water bottles the girls had prepared.\n\n\n“Daven, how thoughtful of you. Here, this is for you and Kristine,” Emilie smiled at the grey bobcat, giving him two litres of water, while Line and Emilie each carried two litres as well. As they exited the kitchen, he noticed empty glass bottles with Russian text on the counter.\n\n\n‘…Weird,’ he silently thought to himself before brushing it off as nothing.\n\n\nUpon his return, Daven observed Kristine back on the sofa, the doe sitting undisturbed and in peace, while the jocks were engrossed in their phones, both swaying slightly back and forth. \n\n\nDaven figured they had learned a lesson from their behaviour earlier with Emilie, finding himself at peace as they showed no interest in the beautiful doe he was befriending.\n\n\n“Sorry we took so long, got caught up in some girl talk,” Line apologised as she placed the water in front of the jocks. Both poured themselves generous amounts and drank the clear liquid eagerly, the two relieved to finally consume something else. \n\n\nIt was clear to Daven that it was necessary, with both jocks appearing more intoxicated than ever. The break had allowed the shots they had previously taken to fully take effect, the two swinging back and forth in their seats more after laying down their phones as if they’d fully lost control of their balance and ability to stay aware as both males spilled water on themselves. \n\n\nWith a vacant look in his eyes, Tray tried to focus his gaze onto the birthday girl hosting the party. \n\n\n“Tray… Truth or dare?” Line spoke slowly, making sure the drunk ram understood that he was being questioned, his yellow eyes slow to react.\n\n\n“Dare… Of course.” The words came out piecemeal, Brady looking on in slight fear as he was getting worried about their slim chances, even if their chances had gotten better now that Emilie and Line had brought them some water to enjoy… Which tasted sort of weird? \n\n\n“I dare you to whip out that dick you’ve been boasting about,” Line said softly, the increasing shock in Tray’s piercing eyes indicating that he had certainly heard her.\n\n\n“Haha,” Tray couldn't help but laugh at that dare, as it was the kind of thing he’d hoped for all night. Slowly the jock licked his lips, taking another drink of water, before standing up doing a little hip wiggle, as he loosened his pants.\n\n\n“Want to see it huh… Bet you all wanna see it.” The ram jock flashed them all a gloating look, pausing as his eyes came to Daven, which made him smirk. \n\n\n“Well… Maybe not all of you,” Tray admitted as he unbuttoned his trousers, sliding the zipper down before shoving them and his jockstrap down to his knees. \n\n\nA long and red veiny organ popped out, the thing already fully erect and jerking excitedly. The thing looked strangely canine as it jutted out of his furry sheath, the thick organ seemingly having a fat bulge near its base.\n\n\n“It's got a knot!” Emilie choked in shock, as everyone in the room stared at the grinning jock's hard male organ. Both Emilie and Line were giggling wildly from excitement at seeing how easy Tray was to command, as Tray just stood there exposed and smiling at them all gloatingly. \n\n\nHe was obviously thinking the girls were all impressed with his size, and the throbbing knot that bulged at the base of his organ was a clear indicator of that.\n\n\n“For your pleasure, ladies,” the ram snickered, it was something he had heard in a cheesy porn movie one time… And had been impressed with. \n\n\n“Dude, put it away.” Beside him Brady was holding up one paw, pretending to try and screen out his view of that fat throbbing prick.\n\n\n“You’re just jealous,” Tray snorted, flashing the others a smirk, even Daven was staring at the ram's dick in curiosity by now. ‘What a weirdo,’ the jock thought.\n\n\n“Is it supposed to be so–” Daven started to ask, but was cut off as the Tray spat at him.\n\n\n“This aint for you faggot cat! It's for the girls.” Without even bothering to pull his clothing back up, he looked over at Line who was whispering something into Emilie's fuzzy ear. \n\n\n“Okay, Line… What's it gonna be?”\n\n\n“Dare,” the sexy feline giggled, looking back over at Tray as the ram didn't even hesitate. \n\n\n“I dare you to take off your panties!” Tray blurted out far too quickly and drunkenly, obviously having planned this for sometime as he even posed after proclaiming his dare. \n\n\nLine looked up at him for a moment, reaching over like she was going to drink. And then shrugged, stood up, and reached under her short skirt to grab the waist band. And in a quick motion stripped off her frilly black lace panties, and held them up for all to see before dropping them onto the table. \n\n\n“Fucking… Hell yeah!” Brady moaned in delight, sharing goofy grins with Tray who was also looking kind of stunned as he hadn't been expecting Line to do that either. \n\n\nThe goat reached out a paw to try and grab onto the panties, but was stopped when a husky paw scratched his. The marks from her claws evident in his fur.\n\n\n“What the, what was that for?” Brady’s voice was a mix of anger and shock.\n\n\n“No touching my best friend's underwear without her permission you idiot, it’s only for you to look at, damned jock,” Emilie said defensively, both Tray and Brady gulping down some more water to try and get over their shared shock and frustration. \n\n\nOff to the side, Daven and Kristine seemed almost unfazed by the event. Kristine did not care about the jock's ugly yet massive dick, nor did she seem bothered by the birthday girl taking off some rather expensive lingerie right in front of them all.\n\n\n“Emilie, truth or dare?” Brady called out, the goat caressing his paws as he was hoping the husky would continue to be daring in her actions.\n\n\n“I choose truth, ain’t gonna let your dirty fingers get action,” Emilie spoke definitely, having seen through what those thin yellow eyes were plotting. \n\n\n“What do you think about Tray’s dick… And be descriptive.” \n\n\nOff to his right, Tray sat himself down, the ram having taken off his pants and underwear fully as he just let his family pride poke up for all to see.\n\n\n“Not sure where to begin, it’s not what I’d expected for a ram that is for sure…” Emilie started to describe the beast, it was over average from what she could tell considering the sheath, as her canine brother was only a bit smaller and she thought him average in every single way possible.\n\n\n“It’s veiny in a way I didn’t think possible for a dick to look… And that knot, just wow.” \n\n\nBrady slowly nodded for each word that exited Emilie’s mouth, Line and Kristine who were focusing on him giggling at his rather weird body language as it seemed like he agreed with gusto. \n\n\nIt was like the jock wasn’t just happy that she was upholding the game rules, but rather agreeing with her statements about his friend's junk.\n\n\n“I guess it’s my turn… Tray, truth or dare?” Daven spoke, his feline eyes locked on to the imposing meat that was present not far from where he was sitting. Yet it wasn’t the faggot like thoughts Tray was imagining him having, rather it was questions related to his biology exam in a few months, the bobcat male eager to learn.\n\n\n“I choose the truth,” Tray spoke, not wanting to move away from the gazing eyes of both Line and Emilie. Line kept her paw cemented in between her legs, keeping the skirt in place to make sure nobody saw anything. While Emilie was leaning forward, her head resting in her palms while her elbows rested on her knees. \n\n\n“How did you manage to get a knot… I’ve read that it’s only canines who have those, and sheep definitely aren’t canines,” Daven explained, ready to mentally take notes for the biology exam subject he’d chosen: interspecies offspring and breeding. \n\n\nTray's eyes darted over to Daven, he looked at the feline for a long moment. Seeing that the grey bobcat was really curious, put the normally very secretive sheep off his game. “Well… It's because my sire was a german shepherd…”\n\n\n“Wait what… I know your dad, he's a ram!” Brady blurted out, looking over at his friend, as Tray blinked owlishly at the goat taking a drink because of the growing embarrassment he felt. \n\n\n“Yeah, well… He's my dad, not my sire,” the ram confessed in a soft voice, looking ashamed as he rambled on drunkenly which was a first for the furs around the table who knew his school fursona. \n\n\n“You see, my dads boss is a german shepherd, mom wanted dad to get a promotion, right… Mr. Clayton wanted some fun. He got that and I was born with this.” Tray stroked his fat erection in a slow manner, paw lingering on the knot swelling at the base of it. \n\n\nThe ram looked right into Daven's eyes as he spoke, and then looked away quickly as the bobcat grinned, as his parents getting him by accident had always been a sore spot for him.\n\n\n“Wait what?! Dude, your mom let your dads boss rut her?!” Brady spurted, sounding like he was weirdly turned on by that, the goat seemingly having a thing for his friend's mother. \n\n\n“Oh yeah, Mr. Clayton sends me birthday gifts every year,” Tray confessed, placing a single finger in front of his lip's, flashing the room a weak confused smile. \n\n\n“Mom tells me not to tell anyone, so promise me not to tell now that I’ve broken the rule.”\n\n\n“Well, thats fucked up,” Kristine snorted derisively, looking over at Daven as the feline nodded his head weakly. \n\n\n“Dav… Truth or dare?” the sleek tawny doe asked, as the feline looked over at her sharply.\n\n\n“Ahem… Well… Dare,” Daven answered weekly, voice growing weaker as he grew unsure about what she might have him do, the intensity in her chestnut eyes making him fidget in his seat.\n\n\n“I dare you to give me a massage,” Kristine finished as she half turned, laying down on the large sofa with her head cemented in Emilie's lap, her husky thighs as soft as the doe had hoped. \n\n\nDaven's mouth dropped open, as he looked at her body stretched out, her long pear shaped figure alluring his mind in a manner that made him question if he’d become a hormonal teen once again.\n\n\n“Dude if you’re not gonna do it–” Brady started to volunteer himself, his voice promptly making Daven jump up and hurry over to stand at the end of Kristine's relaxed form.\n\n\n“I've never done this kinda thing before… Y-you'll have to let me know if I'm not doing it right,” he stuttered, sounding breathless as his paws reached down and began to knead and rub the doe's furry flesh, her brown fur running softly over his grey and white paws.\n\n\n“Since when did my twin little brother get so brave?” Line spoke to nobody in particular. Her normally resigned and shy brother had seemingly turned a new leaf in little under two hours.\n\n\nHis grey paws extended themselves to massage the areas right above the does hooves, and slowly his shaking body grew more calm as he approached the female head on.\n\n\n“Ah! Nnn!” Kristine exclaimed, the bobcat momentarily freezing as the doe gave off a rather weird sound… Something Daven could almost compare to a moan. \n\n\n“Did… Did I do something wrong?” He looked over at the others for answers, a response coming from the most unlikely of sources. \n\n\n“Don’t worry, the area around the hooves is always sore,” Brady said.\n\n\n“Just like with the dare involving us and massage, can’t avoid outbursts like that,” Tray added with a sigh of frustration. The jocks red canine dick jutting at the sounds Kristine was making.\n\n\n“O-okay.” And with that Daven continued massing her. \n\n\nUnable to bear the growing embarrassment, Kristine took hold of a pillow and covered her own muzzle with it, the husky’s tail also brought a sense of privacy as it covered her upper body in a mix of white and black fur.\n\n\nHowever, the position brought about too much freedom to her tail. The little bastard wagged back and forth against the sofa, creating a quiet but evident sound that they could all hear. \n\n\nUnable to bear it any longer, Kristine sat herself back up. “My back and shoulders, Daven, they need attention too,” Kristine demanded, the blush on her face making Daven blush.\n\n\n“At least I’m doing something right it seems,” he spoke so silently that not even Kristine heard him, the glimpse he got of her wagging tail making his heart skip a beat. \n\n\n“Tray! Truth or dare?” Emilie called out, thinking that the two lovely furs beside her didn’t need for all of their prying eyes to be upon them anymore. \n\n\n“Not in the mood for another truth, give me a dare!” \n\n\n“Well, this dare is a little special, so I’ll give you the chance to back out of it,” Emilie started.\n\n\n“It’s a double dare, so both me and Line are demanding a two for one deal here,” She went on with the dare, while Line stood up to walk off, the bobcat not eliciting much of a reaction from anyone at the table as she sneaked off towards her fathers office.\n\n\n“Sounds like a challenge, I’m in!” Tray confirmed, his dick throbbing at the adrenaline boost. His veins showing off nicely as precum started to cover the shaft in a nice glaze. \n\n\n\"First dare: I dare you to pick a random number to decide which page in this book little me and Line should explore,” Emilie started, picking up the ancient-looking black book Tray had gotten from the office of the female bobcat's father.\n\n\n\"Twenty-one; can't go wrong with that,\" he said, thinking of the video he'd seen recently. \n\n\nEmilie flopped the book open, as Line returned from behind Tray's chair from wherever she’d gone off to, Tray not caring as she went back over to sit next to Emilie again. \n\n\n\"Did he pick a good one for us to try out?\"\n\n\n\"Yep, it’s your turn to ask for your part of the dare by the way,\" Emilie spoke, her eyes as if glued to the enticing book that had now been opened.\n\n\nTray watched Line sit down on the sofa, just catching a brief flash of her naked crotch as she did so. The sexy bobcat stared intensely at Tray, his throbbing canine schlong throbbing and bouncing eagerly in his lap, pre flowing because of the heavenly pussy he’d witnessed\n\n\n\"I dare you to go through with the procedure on page twenty-one… Like, let me do it to you.\" \n\n\nThe confused-looking jock goggled at her. Slowly, Tray recalled the medical book; he had flipped through it briefly when picking it up, he hadn’t bothered to read it, but was aware there was some disturbing content inside. Yet, the idea of her touching him was overpowering his drunken brain.\n \n\"Alright… Alright, alright,\" Tray grunted, doing his best imitation of that strange actor guy, his grin bigger and goofier than ever as Line smiled back at him sweetly. \n\n\nLine moved closer to him, kneeling on the floor between his fluffy knees.\n\n\nTray looked down at her with a smirk, the faint 'click, click' sound flying over his head as his drunken state made his hearing a little weird. \n\n\nLine opened the clasps of the old-time medical kit she had taken from her dad's study, the kit half-empty from having been used in the past.\n\n\n\"Yer not foolin' anyone,\" Tray snickered, as the feline lifted his legs, placing his right leg on the table and his left on Brady's chair, even as the goat looked back and forth \n\n\n“You just wanna touch my junk.”\n\n\n“Sure,” Line snickered as she picked up the syringe of anaesthetic, uncertain of its effectiveness. \n\n\nAll of this equipment was quite ancient… Anyway, she quickly checked the pictures in the book that Emilie held to the side, out of Tray’s view. The chair obstructing his ability to see the husky who was kneeling to his right.\n\n\nShe injected the anaesthetic into the sides of his groyne area, Tray not even noticing the needle going in as he was that drunk, yet he felt a strange sensation throughout his body, the numbness he felt reminding him of when his leg fell asleep in class. \n\n\n\"Bet you love to touch yourself,\" the pretty feline teased, playfully rubbing his throbbing erection with her finger pads for all of them to see. \n\n\n“You know, this is only the second dick I've ever touched… And they both had knots.” Her statement made Tray giggle wildly, as he leaned back in his chair, panting for breath. \n\n\n“So what's it like… Touching a horse dick?” Line asked in a soft whisper, trying to make Tray finally admit to the rumours while she waited for the medicine to numb him.\n\n\nWith everyone witnessing his reaction to being touched by a female feline, Tray found his locker room secret to be less of a problem. If they were ever going to reveal it to someone else, they would have to mention that Line touched him as well. \n\n\nLooking down, he saw her ears peeking up along with the top of her head. His fluffy fur and sitting angle making it impossible for him to see what she was doing further below. \n\n\nIt almost made it impossible to see anything in fact, as his fluffy legs and Line's body blocked everybody’s view of what was going on below his throbbing dick. \n\n\n“Its fuckin' amazing… They’re sooooo huge… And the scent is like pure stud male…” the ram babbled, gulping from his water bottle again as he looked at her. \n\n\n“They fill my whole paw… Hot… Throbbing so powerfully in yer paw,” Tray panted, sounding more breathless, as Line nodded her head, the ram laying back, just staring up at the ceiling. \n\n\n“Do you have a favourite?” \n\n\nHis legs still flinched slightly when she put pressure on the round orbs within his sack, the black skin below the wool veiny from what she could feel. \n\n\nThe ram probably hadn’t jerked off in a while, Line thought. \n\n\n“They’re all so perfect,” Tray said, his mind filled with images of the sports team's three large horse members. Jack and Rick weren’t keen on him touching them, fearing his scent would rub off on their bodies. Since both had girlfriends, they didn't want to take too many risks. \n\n\n“But that stud, Henry, is the best—Always so willing to let me service him.”\n\n\nSeeing his unfaced facial expression at her putting extra pressure onto his testicles this time, Line thought it due for her next move. She dug a claw into the top of his sack and ran it down and across his sack, the thin yet deep rift not making the ram react whatsoever. \n\n\n“And their balls are massive. You can get them off a dozen times and they still cum by the buckets full!” Tray grunted softly, as she’d successfully jabbed a sharp claw into the top of his woolly sack. \n\n\nShe opened a small hole as was shown in the book, wiping the blood away with a bit of cotton before pushing his right nut out of its protective black shield, his white fur and dark skin making way for a veiny and beautifully pale testicle. \n\n\n“How does it taste?” Line asked, the bobcat trying to keep the prey’s mind busy so that he wouldn't question what was going on. She inspected the overgrown fruit, his testicle just as impressive if not more so that the german shepherd dick he’d inherited from his sire. \n\n\nThe smell of iron on her finger made something tick within, the desire to just latch out for a snack a tempting possibility to the eager feline girl, her crotch fur growing damp from what she was doing.\n\n\n“It's thick… Gooey, it tastes salty and sooooo masculine,” Tray babbled while staring up at the ceiling, totally lost in his memories of how the horse cum had tasted. \n\n\n“I just licked some on my paw the first time around, but now I jack Henry off onto a towel and lick up every drop from it until I’m certain that I’ve gotten everything.” \n\n\nLine couldn't help but giggle, as she listened to Tray babbling about eating horse cum. Henry was the school's most experienced athlete, and the one who always led the team to victory. \n\n\nLine picked up a small tool from the medical kit, the page saying something along the lines of it needing to be used to prevent blood loss. She placed the device onto the cord which connected the exposed orb to Tray’s body. She waited for Emilie’s signal, and forced the clamps shut when the sound of glass hitting glass could be heard from Brady sitting his cup onto the table. \n\n\nCrunch!!! Line heard the sound in its purest form, with it sending a shiver down her spine. With a lacking response from any of the others, Line continued. Her body perfectly blocking everybodies view, with Tray’s fluffy thighs making up for what her thin body couldn’t hide.\n\n\nEmilie was giggling as well, watching over the feline's shoulder as Line placed her claw onto the thick cord, cutting Tray’s fat jock testicle loose without mercy, half of his breeding potential now removed from his hybrid form.\n\n\nThe canine prick surged, a thin string of slimy precum spurting onto Line's white hair. She gripped the fat shaft, and guided the throbbing organ to her lips, taking just the tip of it into her mouth as it drooled. While dropping the large severed nut into a freezer bag, before she milked his smaller orb out to join its roommates demise. \n\n\n“Oho fuck… Oho fuck,” Tray moaned as the female bobcat started licking the tip of the gift his german shepard sire had given him. \n\n\nLine locked eyes with the drunken ram, her sandpaper tongue providing a weird sensation, yet with little for him to compare it to, Tray was forced to accept it as feeling good. \n\n\nWith the moment right, Line led out a loud purring sound from her throat, the following Crunch unable to be heard because of it. \n\n\nWith his new life drawing ever closer, Line took a bit more of his dickhead into her mouth, and then she dug her claw cleanly into Tray’s quickly cooling and remaining cord, cutting his last sperm factory loose as the new wether let out a loud 'Baa!'\n\n\nTray's hips flexed and humped, as his throbbing dick filled Line's mouth with thick cum, the canine knot receiving a quick squeeze from Line so as to draw out more of his remaining swimmers. \n\n\nThe sexy feline got him fixed up in no time, the fake testicles making his sack look lopsided. The kit only had two mismatched implants left, one for an ovine and one for a canine. \n\n\n‘Now the package matches the animal,’ Line thought.\n\n\nWorking quickly, she placed some medical glue onto his wound and started sewing him back up. Line internally thanking her grandmother in the heaven above for having taught her how to sew. The end product wasn’t her best work, but the woll hid it well enough. \n\n\nOff to the side Emilie giggled at her friend as her cheeks bulged out with cum.\n\n\nEmilie closed the freezer bag, putting the two veiny orbs into the medical kit before closing it. Not seeing a chance to get her fathers tools out of there, Emilie scooped it back under Tray’s chair and stood back up, walking back to her side of the coffee table with the black book as if nothing had just taken place. \n\n\n“Fuck!” Brady moaned, twisting and turning in his seat, trying to see what was going on. \n\n\n“I think your sister just blew Tray and even finished him off!” Brady giggled as he looked over at Daven, who was looking wild eyed at his sister, his cheeks green from disgust. \n\n\nThe goat twisted around just in time to see Line push her lips against his. Her tongue opened his mouth, and suddenly a thick and greasy feeling of glob was spilled into his frozen mouth. The taste wasn't at all bad, but the creamy stuff was gooey as he swallowed it, almost sticking to his throat in the process as the small swimmers coated his mouth and throat. \n\n\n“How did you like the taste of Tray's cum?” Line asked with a giggle, as she jumped back onto the sofa beside Emilie who was looking on with excitement. \n\n\n“I… I,” Brady choked, disgusted, as he grabbed a bottle from the table and quickly drank all the water. “Fuck, Line, that was sick… No fair… That's gross.”\n\n\nThe death stare he gave Line was intense, but the goat was afraid to say anything more as his mouth started watering from the surprise ‘gift’ that Line had given him. \n\n\nKristine and her masseur couldn’t help but giggle at his pent up frustration, the jock looking pissed off to no end while his friend off to the side was basking in the afterglow of his orgasm, and perhaps the first blowjob of his life, Kristine thought.\n\n\n“What does the procedure do exactly?” Tray asked, confused on how a blowjob of all things was a part of Line’s fathers work book. His eyes were glazed over, yet they tried to focus on the world around him, and not the angels that were talking to him from above. \n\n\nEmilie picked up the book and leaned back into the seat and over towards Line, so that Kristine and Daven wouldn’t realise the cover up the two predator girls were cooking up. \n\n\n“Says here that it should help with one’s mental focus, improve focus and intelligence as it will remove unwanted distractions,” Emilie explained in a professional voice, her and Line covering their faces with the book so nobody could see the smiles and stifled giggles. \n\n\n“Nice,” Tray said, his answer short as the meaty rocket that had just moments prior shot off was now retreating back into hiding. \n\n\nBefore he could lean himself back into the seat once more, Brady gave him a nudge, the goat nodding his horns towards the others, as if saying they still had an endgame to reach. \n\n\nHe leaned forward and took his pants back up, the wether not in the mood for showing his pride anymore, especially when the muzzle of the goat beside him was covered in his seed. \n\n\nThe scene didn’t help his hetero imagination. The realisation about what he’d just admitted to doing with horses didn’t either, but that truth would always be linked to Line giving him a blowjob, Tray forcefully reminded himself. \n\n\nTray looked around vaguely, turning his water bottle up only to realise it was empty now. He sat it down again, licking his lips and looked both happy and disappointed. \n\n\n“Wait… Oh right, it's my turn again, huh? Hehe, guess I lost track in all of the excitement.” The weather's grin widened, sleazy, as he stared hard at Line and then Emile, waiting to have fun with them both. Of course, getting a blowjob from the sexy feline was great.\n\n\n“So, Line…” he slurred leeringly, rocking in his seat slowly as the world seemed to move around him. “What is it to be? Are you gonna take a dare… Or–”\n\n\n“Truth,” Line answered quickly, figuring he’d have dared her to suck off Brady or something else even worse, though she couldn’t deny the delicious salty taste of his seed in her mouth, it wasn’t the iron like taste her instincts desired, but it was enough to make her feline brain pur in happiness.\n\n\n“Haha… Tell us all what it felt like to suck my big red rocket.” \n\n\nThe alcohol had liberated the wether from any inhibitions it seemed, and Line winced at the sex focused question. But decided to play along, looking first at Tray and then Brady who was looking far too excited by the question. \n\n\n“Well, it was very hot… Firm and wet. The taste wasn't at all bad. Am I right, Brady?” she asked teasingly, the goat blushing heavily while everyone else giggled at him. \n\n\n“In fact, I gotta say I kind of liked it… The way it throbbed on my tongue was exciting.” \n\n\nEmilie chuckled loudly, looking over at Line with an amused smirk. Off to the side Daven had a wild and disgusted look in his eyes, as he listened in shock to what his big sister was saying. Luckily he had Kristine distracting him, keeping his paws busy and his mind on other things. \n\n\n“I had a lot of fun,” Line finished with a naughty little smirk playing across her lips as she played with the small amounts of blood on her claw, Brady gulping as he looked over at her and then Tray.\n\n\n\"Ahem… Yeah well, my turn now,\" Brady said with a shudder, subconsciously smacking his lips before looking around. \n\n\n\"Kristine, how about it… Truth or dare?\" The doe smiled at him, while the deer enjoyed Daven's attention fully.\n\n\n\"Oh, alright, dare me then… But make it something more imaginative than taking my panties off or whatever.\" The instant she’d said that, Kristine knew that she’d headed off the goat.\n\n\n\"Err, I dare you to French kiss Line.\" The words came out of his mouth rather fast Kristine thought, as if this was something he'd been thinking about a lot.\n\n\n\"Is that all?\" Kristine asked in a mocking manner. She moved over between Emilie and Line, and looked into the nervous bobcat’s blue eyes. \n\n\n\"I think he's been saving this one up all night.\" She leaned forward, watching as Line tilted her head and then opened her mouth. \n\n\n\"I gotta say, you're not the feline I was hoping to do this with tonight,\" Kristine admitted in a soft whisper for only Line to hear, before their mouths locked together in an awkward yet sincere minute-long tongue kiss.\n\n\n\"Ahem. Wow, you're a good kisser, Kris,\" Line admitted after the kiss finally broke, the two girls sitting back giggling as they tasted each other's saliva.\n\n\n\"Thanks… Though I could still taste Tray in there,\" Kristine smirked, turning to wink at Brady.\n\n\nHer happy wink and expression was a facade for the most part, as the doe was doing her best to hold back a gag. ‘How does a male make himself taste like a dumpster!’ she internally screamed as the goo made her question if the jocks diet consisted of purely junk food.\n\n\n“Is somebody a little jealous?” Line spoke up, her brother standing frozen in place behind the sofa. His whiskers seemingly shivering in place as the already dark blush on his grey face grew in strength, the red spreading off and onto his ear tips it seemed.\n\n\n“N-no… I just got caught off guard, that’s all, okay!” Daven tried to defend himself, but couldn’t muster up the courage to truly tell his sister off. \n\n\n“No reason to be ashamed, brother, you weren’t the only one who got turned on by our girl on girl action,” Line teased jokingly, nodding over towards the two drooling jocks. \n\n\nThe neutered one of them sprouted a new tent in between his legs, the thing concealed by his pants yet again.\n\n\nNot wanting to be made fun of in his childhood home, Daven looked down at the doe’s eyes, the two chestnut eyes glittering in the lights around them. \n\n\n“Kristine, truth or dare?” His tone was more demanding than he’d expected, the female before him flinching back slightly at the demanding presence his voice carried. \n\n\n“I’ll go with dare, Daven,” Kristine spoke softly to the bobcat behind her.\n\n\n“I dare you to take off your panties.” If one could have looked inside Daven’s brain in that very moment, one would have found an inferno of fire as his brain tried to roast itself from having the audacity of asking such a thing from the very female he was trying to get closer and closer to. \n\n\nHe shouted at himself internally for throwing it all into the trash, simply hitting her would probably have been less painful, as in that scenario he wouldn’t have needed to wait for an answer. \n\n\nHer pretty muzzle was as if frozen in place, no emotion breaking her perfect poker face. And without a word the doe stood, the deer picked up a blanket from a nearby chair and went back around the couch to where Daven was standing. \n\n\n“Here, hold this up to cover me, please… And don’t you dare peek, eyes forward mister.” \n\n\n“Now Hold On!” came Brady's voice from across the sofa, the goat infuriated that he’d been tricked into not asking the question earlier. In turn giggles could be heard from behind the now unfolded blanket, the sound of her taking off her jeans followed shortly after as she worked on getting her panties off of her long and curvy legs. \n\n\n“Here, a gift for you,” Kristine’s voice filled his ear, her voice low so that only he could hear. He suddenly felt her paw in his pocket, the presence of something unknown being stuffed into his clothes before the female deer quickly pulled her jeans back on. \n\n\n“Sorry I didn’t bring a sexier pair… I didn’t expect you of all furs to be so daring,” the tall doe teased him further in a low voice only he could hear, her heart beating faster as she enjoyed his reactions.\n\n\nThe bobcat could not have been closer to fainting, Daven’s heart almost making him involuntarily move for each strong heartbeat he felt. His grey fur now more reminiscent of how a tomato looked.\n\n\n“Wait… Where are they?” Brady asked as Daven dropped the blanket, Kristine coming strolling back around to sit on the sofa.\n\n\n“Daven knows where they are… It was his dare and he is satisfied. Aren't you, Daven?” the doe asked. Daven in turn looked around flustered, an embarrassed grin on his tomato coloured face, while his heart was a flutter of emotions he hadn’t felt before tonight.\n\n\n“I am,” he admitted with a loud exhale, which made the girls chuckle. Brady glared drunkenly at both Daven and Kristine, while Tray simply struggled to not fall out of his seat. \n\n\n“Now.” Kristine rubbed her paws together, smiling as she looked around the cosy room. She turned her attention back to Daven, showing a smile as they looked at each other. \n\n\n“Daven, truth or dare?” she asked with a grin, the feline staring at her hard for a long time.\n\n\n“Ahem, truth… I think,” Daven decided at last. \n\n\nKristine in turn tilted her head to one side as if considering him for a moment, deciding she wanted a bit of payback for him being so daring.\n\n\n\"Describe the type of lingerie that really turns you on, while making eye contact with me. If you laugh, you have to buy some of that lingerie for me… I choose which ones, of course,\" Kristine added to her question, pinching herself as punishment for not having thought the question completely through, the doe having sounded more eager than she’d planned.\n\n\n\"L-lingerie!?\" Daven choked on his spit as he stuttered, struggling to control his own body. He looked around the room for help but realised that none was coming.\n\n\n\"Don't get tongue-tied now, pussycat!\" Brady called out. \n\n\n\"Just say whatever!\" The goat was slightly annoyed at the feline's inconsistent bravery. In his eyes, the bobcat seemed like a complete mess, his courage emerging in bursts as if he had never spoken to a female before. \n\n\nHad it not been for the fact that the little shit lived here, then he’d likely have pressured Daven to leave, viewing the bobcat as an unnecessary inconvenience in his and Tray's grand plan.\n\n\n\"I think I see the issue,\" Emilie called out. The husky dragged her body past Line's and over to the small table at the end of the sofa. She rummaged through a basket beneath it, looking at a few magazines before finally picking something of interest.\n\n\n\"Here, in case you don't know any of the names for the different lingerie types,\" she gave the embarrassed guy an adult magazine, the front of which displayed a busty bobcat similar to his mother, the display making him cringe for a moment.\n\n\nThis wasn’t the first time he’d seen the magazine; in fact, he had known about it for a few months, ever since his big sister had asked their mom to help her pick out clothing for when she found that special fur in her life… One she hadn’t found as of yet thankfully, he thought as he wasn’t in the mood to make friends and get to know a complete stranger.\n\n\nAt the end of the sofa, Line was getting impatient, her brother taking forever to look through the many pages of adult clothing. Finding her patience reaching its end, Line stood up and walked around the sofa to bring her brother back to reality. \n\n\nEmilie moved over, and soon the blushing brother found himself with Kristine to his right and Emilie to his left, his sister now positioned behind the sofa and behind Kristine. \n\n\n“Well, I… I guess I’ll start from the top then.” He braced himself for a moment, trying to note down the many different types of clothing before he got too lost in Kristine’s chestnut eyes. \n\n\n“Just take your time,” Emilie spoke from behind him, his front now towards the pretty doe and his sister behind her, while his back was facing the curvy and energetic husky.\n\n\n“I like those black lace bustiers when it comes to the chest… Th-they seem to bring forth a kind of dark and mischievous beauty,” his voice trembled, his imagination going into gear, his eyes imagining the lingerie on Kristine’s body as he kept his blue eyes locked with her brown. \n\n\n‘Her long eyelashes are so beautiful every time she blinks,’ Daven thought. \n\n\n“For the crotch, I think I’ll go with silk panties… Specifically the ones that can be combined with a garter and a pair of stock… Ings.” His mind trailed off into fantasy land, images of the sexy doe in a revealing outfit all he could think of for a long moment.\n\n\n“A pair of gorgeous thighs deserve to be wrapped in something equally as stunning after all… Hehe–No. Wait! That wasn’t—!”\n\n\n“Too late!” Emilie called out loudly from behind, she and Line giggling frantically at Daven’s failure. \n\n\n“Even an awkward laugh counts, lover boy,” Line added, leaning over the sofa to wrap her arms around the shoulders of the doe for support.\n\n\n“So, what will it be, Kristine? What’ll your grand prize be?” Emilie asked, laying her head on Daven’s shoulder, the bobcat frozen in place from shock and defeat. He’d lost, and to his own shyness of all things, what had gotten over him, to say such an embarrassing thing!\n\n\n“I guess I’ll go with the lower parts then. Since Daven seemed very into that part of… Me,” she spoke in a shocked tone, her mind repeating his compliment over and over inside her head. \n\n\n‘Gorgeous… He called my thighs gorgeous.’\n\n\nDaven broke eye contact with the pretty doe and looked down at the bottle on the table. He reached out and took a large gulp without hesitation, not wanting them to tease him further. \n\n\nThe alcohol felt like a calming blanket on his nerves, the bobcat happy to have something to distract himself with during one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.\n\n\nEmilie smiled softly as she watched Kristine and Daven together; they made a cute couple. \n\n\n\"Wish I could get a guy to buy me lingerie,\" she laughed innocently.\n\n\n\"Okay, I guess it's my turn again,\" the cute black-and-white husky flashed the group a big friendly smile before her eyes settled on Brady, the goat looking dazed and slightly out of it.\n\n\n\"Alright, Brady, this one's for you… Truth or–\"\n\n\n\"Truth,\" Brady slurred before she had finished. \n\n\nEmilie got the feeling that he was just repeating her words rather than answering. Still, no one protested, not even the clearly inebriated goat. \"So, Brady… Just how much sexual experience do you really have? How many times have you… You know, rutted with your donkey girl?\" \n\n\nThe question made Line and Kristine giggle, while Daven raised an eyebrow in surprise.\n\n\n\"How many times did we do it?\" Brady repeated with a lewd grin. This was the kind of naughty thing he liked. But even as drunk as he was, the goat knew he had to be careful. \n\n\n\"Well,\" he licked his dry lips as he considered her kinky question, \"Seven times,\" the goat announced proudly, which was true—he’d gone off inside of her seven different times that night. Seven wonderful times for him… Did she have any orgasms? Well, there was no way for him to know as she’d been unconscious the whole night. \n\n\n\"I'm getting really good at it.\"\n\n\nEmilie rolled her eyes at his supposed boasting about his own experience in the arts of sex. She found the way he described it all suspicious, she knew he was drunk and therefore he also sounded like a drunk. Yet seven didn’t seem like nearly enough for one to be so proud. \n\n\nShe decided not to linger on the question and looked over towards Kristine and Line, the bobcat girl getting the hint that it was now her turn.\n\n\n“Tray, truth or dare?” Line spoke from behind the sofa, the feline stretching out her legs as the comfortable embrace of the sofa had made her a little tired. \n\n\nAt first it seemed like Tray the new wether missed her question, the male looking at her with glazed eyes as he was leaning all the way back into his seat.\n\n\n“Truth,” Tray spoke in a reminiscent manner one could compare to Brady. Once again no one batted an eye as Line went on, Just like with Emilie and Brady.\n\n\n“Have you ever tasted your own cum, and if you have… How does it compare to a horse's cum?” \n\n\nLine’s interest in horses had gotten piqued when Tray had shamelessly spoken on and on about them, her pantiless crotch finding itself getting wet at her words and the lingering taste of his disgusting canine seed still on her tongue.\n\n\n“I have… And you can’t really say that there’s similarities between the two. Canines have a tendency to produce a lot more pre, so my seed is very watery and in turn also has a bland sort of taste to it, tasteless if the sperm count gets too low actually,” Tray confessed, the jock thinking back to him experimenting with cumming multiple times a day.\n\n\n“And what about equines then?” Line didn’t need to correct or ask further into Tray’s seed, as his description had been far off from what she’d tasted. But outside of the taste was his texture, Tray had been backed up and it’d shown from how thick his orgasm had been. Yet as he pointed out, the taste and feel of his seed likely depended on how often he jerked it off a day. \n\n\n‘He’d probably taste more normally on any other day’ she pondered. ‘Well, I say it would. Now he’ll never taste normal, not after I removed his little swimmers from the equation.’\n\n\n“They’re so much more musky in smell than canines, mine doesn’t seem to have much of a presence in the long run while theirs continue to emanate. It’s much more thick in it, white in looks like yoghurt while mine looks like watery milk. A true male above all males.” Tray had been looking at the ceiling the entire time, the wether in his own fantasy as he’d spoken.\n\n\nEmilie found herself smiling broadly at his words, if the jock was accustomed to his seed being watery then Tray would not ask many questions now that he’d been fixed, the males seed surely becoming more and more watery for each time he’d cum, now that his sperm factories had been so nicely removed by none other that Line and her sharp feline claws. \n\n\n“Dude… You make that sound so awesome,” Brady blurted drunkenly as Tray finished talking about the difference between his and a horse's cum.\n\n\n“He sure seems to know a lot about cum,” Daven observed dryly, sharing a soft grin with the others around the room. The shy bobcat becoming a lot braver it seemed as the alcohol got into his system, Brady flashing him a dark and angry look in return. \n\n\n“Shut the fuck up dork. You’re just jealous, that's all… Wishing you were half the male Tray is,” Brady spoke in annoyance, the bobcat a little too adventurous and daring as he was getting all of Kristine’s attention, the two practically eating each other up with their eyes alone.\n\n\n“Oh I'd say he's twice the male Tray is,” Emilie observed, making Line burst out laughing. \n\n\nShe tried to keep her laughing down, paws held close to her mouth as she stifled her own outburst with both of her paws, quitting her laugh down to a small giggle.\n\n\n“Huh… What?” the wether grunted, looking back down to stare around at everyone confused. \n\n\n“It's your turn, Tray,” Line pointed out as the wether just sat there looking at her for a long moment, and then his eyes wandered over to Daven.\n\n\n“Why don't,” he started, but Line’s coughing made Tray look over at her.\n\n\n“You gotta say truth or dare first,” she pointed out slowly, Tray wincing as the alcohol was giving him a slight headache, the wether struggling to focus for a moment because of it.\n\n\n“Oh yeah… Daven, truth or dare?” he asked, the bobcat looking at him, knowing that Tray had been trying to ask him a question.\n\n\nHe took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to play into the jocks' drunken—and what Daven thought to be more than likely a foul—plan. \"Truth… I guess.\"\n\n\n\"Why don't you ever shower in the locker room after gym class?\" \n\n\nDaven's answer got caught in his throat, the feline not in the mood to talk about his secret. \"Well, because the guys tease me a lot about… Well, guy stuff, so I just avoid it,\" Daven answered as Brady looked at him and snickered, the goat cooking up an insult.\n\n\n\"What, were you staring at other furs' junks too much?\"\n\n\n\"No,\" Daven spoke firmly, Tray looking at him with way too much sympathy in his eyes, thinking that the feline was keeping a taboo secret like he did.\n\n\n\"I've only heard rumours from furs who knew you before you started at our school, but does it perhaps have something to do with your unnatural feline sheath?\" Tray thought out loud, the alcohol preventing him from holding back on revealing the bobcat’s supposed shame before the females he and Brady were trying to bed.\n\n\n“I… It’s not unnatural, just different,” Daven said with a tone of defeat in his voice. He held his head low, the shame of being different, something that was at the root of his shyness.\n\n\n“I’m sure it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Kristine added before giving the grey nerd's paw a soft squeeze. The fur on his paw damp from nervousness… And from massaging Kristine.\n\n\n“Damned lovebirds,” Brady muttered to himself, his own cock angrily softening once more. The goat looked around the room to figure out whom he should ask next as a distraction. Emilie’s reaction to his sexual prowess hadn’t been exactly to his liking; nonetheless, the husky girl had stirred up his hormones. \n\n\nThe jock felt his sheath grow damp at the thought of mounting the curvy girl. The alcohol in his blood made it all the more appealing, as his fantasy seemed to take control of his eyes, the female’s body morphing into what he’d like for it to be. \n\n\n‘Alcohol is a gift,’ Brady thought.\n\n\n\"Emilie, truth or dare?\" the jock called out, leaning forward to place one of his elbows on his knee. He tilted his head sideways so that his horn ensured he could see only Emilie and Tray, his focus returning as he no longer had to look at the two love-stricken fools and Line.\n\n\n“I’ll go with the truth,” Emilie finally decided, finding truth and dare to be equally as much of a danger considering Brady’s track record during the game.\n\n\n“You haven’t gone all the way, so you’re still a virgin… Have you ever sexually touched any of the ones present in this room, and if you have, then who?” Brady demanded, feeling like the white and black canine was either going to drink, which would have been perfect as it’d have made her just the right kind of tipsy for his and Tray’s plan to proceed, or she’d tell the truth which would almost certainly make him come out of his sheath again.\n\n\n“I… I have been with someone in this room but just finger play, nothing else!” Emilie tried to defend herself, yet finding it a growing impossibility as Brady stared her down.\n\n\n“And who may this lucky fur be?” \n\n\nEmilie looked to her right and over at Line, the bobcat staring daggers at her as the husky girl gave a non-vocal answer to the jock's question.\n\n\n“You told me you’d keep it a secret!” Line shouted out, paws flying up to cover her mouth before she revealed too much herself. \n\n\nLaughter from the opposite side of the table, however, told her more than enough. Her secret was out, still, neither of the jocks could speak of it since she had dirt on them as well… At least she hoped they had enough brain cells to figure that out. \n\n\n“I guess it’s my turn,” Daven spoke, ignoring his sister's outburst as he had already known of her secret, his body having shifted so he didn’t have the husky behind him anymore. \n\n\nTray was so out of it that he hardly counted. With a nervous grin, the bobcat looked over at his confused and embarrassed sister.\n\n\n“Alright, this is for you, sis… Truth or dare?” he asked, looking back over the sofa at the red-faced feline who was still sputtering in shock at what Emilie had revealed.\n\n\n“Truth or dare?” she asked in shock, staring at her smirking little brother as if he’d grown a second head. She certainly wasn't going to give him the chance to ask her any questions about the things she’d done with Em, even if she was quite certain that he already knew and had even heard them.\n\n\n“Um, dare,” Line replied weakly, drawing a groan from Brady, who had been hoping to learn more about this girl-on-girl action.\n\n\n“You always act so brave… But just how brave are you, I wonder,” Daven mused under his breath, but still loud enough for the girls to hear.\n\n\n“How about this; I dare you to move this party into our father’s sterilisation study.” \n\n\nDaven smirked, knowing their sire always thought of Line as his good little girl who would never break his rules, and for once, he wanted her to be the disappointment.","writing_bbcode_parsed":"With the game put on a break, Kristine stood up and walked out of the room, heading towards the bathroom upstairs, while Daven went down the hall to the first-floor bathroom. Line stood up and followed Emilie as the husky girl strolled into the kitchen.
“Fuck… That was some fucked up shit,” Brady remarked once he was alone in the room with Tray, who nodded in agreement to his outburst of frustration.
“Fucking Kristine and her fucking fag questions,” Tray groaned, glaring at the goat, who was looking back at him cowardly. Brady knew his friend disliked others knowing his secrets, the teasing from his horse teammates bad enough as is.
“I didn't say anything,” Brady defended himself as Tray stood up, fists clenched, as if restraining himself from retaliating against the fellow jocks complete idiocracy of the moment.
“I know, but hesitation can speak volumes,” Tray snarled darkly, pacing around the room.
“We need to steer clear of that… Swill, ask the girls provocative questions or dare them to do the things we know they won't. Keep them drinking… Even if we have to join in,” Tray reminded Brady of their strategy, which the goat found slightly insulting, as he had devised the plan.
“Dude, I get it. What about Daven?” Brady asked, as the bobcat hadn’t been part of their plan. In fact, he and Tray hadn’t considered Daven at all as they’d thought the feline too cowardly to even show his face in the first place when simply arriving for the party.
“That guy is such a weirdo,” Brady added, thinking out loud.
“Fuck Daven,” Tray spat, seizing the bottle from Brady's paw, preventing the foolish jock from accidentally taking another gulp of the shitty alcohol.
“Do you think he'll pass out like the girls… I don’t know if I want to fuck a guy up the tailhole.” Brady choked, his eyes going wide as Tray reached over and smacked him across the nose.
“Drink less from now on,” Tray growled a warning, disappointing Brady by taking the bottle.
“And we both know you're not picky about where you stick it.”
“Hehe,” Brady chuckled, exchanging a look with his buddy. “Yeah…”
…..
Daven had paused in the hallway after swiftly relieving himself. Startled by Tray and Brady's conversation about getting the girls drunk and taking advantage of them all.
Daven couldn't let them abuse his sister, or Emilie, but most of all Kristine… He wouldn't let them do that. He sneaked around to the kitchen through the back, intending to warn Line and Emilie about the jocks' vile intentions.
As he approached the swinging door into the kitchen he heard Line giggling softly. She and Emilie were talking over what Tray and Brady were up to, as well as a few naughty ideas of their own from what Daven could tell through the door.
“That’s a good plan, girl. Let’s hope the jocks don’t ruin it,” Emilie cheered, causing Daven to discreetly take cover behind a door before the two girls could notice him.
It appeared that his sister and her best friend had already hashed out their own plan, leaving the male feline curious about the details. Hearing Emilie’s excitement made Daven hesitant about whether he should intervene, unsure of how to grasp the jocks and the girls now.
To avoid being caught like when Kristine bumped into him… And accidentally landed on top of him, Daven walked out into the light. “Do you need a paw?” he offered, gesturing towards the water bottles the girls had prepared.
“Daven, how thoughtful of you. Here, this is for you and Kristine,” Emilie smiled at the grey bobcat, giving him two litres of water, while Line and Emilie each carried two litres as well. As they exited the kitchen, he noticed empty glass bottles with Russian text on the counter.
‘…Weird,’ he silently thought to himself before brushing it off as nothing.
Upon his return, Daven observed Kristine back on the sofa, the doe sitting undisturbed and in peace, while the jocks were engrossed in their phones, both swaying slightly back and forth.
Daven figured they had learned a lesson from their behaviour earlier with Emilie, finding himself at peace as they showed no interest in the beautiful doe he was befriending.
“Sorry we took so long, got caught up in some girl talk,” Line apologised as she placed the water in front of the jocks. Both poured themselves generous amounts and drank the clear liquid eagerly, the two relieved to finally consume something else.
It was clear to Daven that it was necessary, with both jocks appearing more intoxicated than ever. The break had allowed the shots they had previously taken to fully take effect, the two swinging back and forth in their seats more after laying down their phones as if they’d fully lost control of their balance and ability to stay aware as both males spilled water on themselves.
With a vacant look in his eyes, Tray tried to focus his gaze onto the birthday girl hosting the party.
“Tray… Truth or dare?” Line spoke slowly, making sure the drunk ram understood that he was being questioned, his yellow eyes slow to react.
“Dare… Of course.” The words came out piecemeal, Brady looking on in slight fear as he was getting worried about their slim chances, even if their chances had gotten better now that Emilie and Line had brought them some water to enjoy… Which tasted sort of weird?
“I dare you to whip out that dick you’ve been boasting about,” Line said softly, the increasing shock in Tray’s piercing eyes indicating that he had certainly heard her.
“Haha,” Tray couldn't help but laugh at that dare, as it was the kind of thing he’d hoped for all night. Slowly the jock licked his lips, taking another drink of water, before standing up doing a little hip wiggle, as he loosened his pants.
“Want to see it huh… Bet you all wanna see it.” The ram jock flashed them all a gloating look, pausing as his eyes came to Daven, which made him smirk.
“Well… Maybe not all of you,” Tray admitted as he unbuttoned his trousers, sliding the zipper down before shoving them and his jockstrap down to his knees.
A long and red veiny organ popped out, the thing already fully erect and jerking excitedly. The thing looked strangely canine as it jutted out of his furry sheath, the thick organ seemingly having a fat bulge near its base.
“It's got a knot!” Emilie choked in shock, as everyone in the room stared at the grinning jock's hard male organ. Both Emilie and Line were giggling wildly from excitement at seeing how easy Tray was to command, as Tray just stood there exposed and smiling at them all gloatingly.
He was obviously thinking the girls were all impressed with his size, and the throbbing knot that bulged at the base of his organ was a clear indicator of that.
“For your pleasure, ladies,” the ram snickered, it was something he had heard in a cheesy porn movie one time… And had been impressed with.
“Dude, put it away.” Beside him Brady was holding up one paw, pretending to try and screen out his view of that fat throbbing prick.
“You’re just jealous,” Tray snorted, flashing the others a smirk, even Daven was staring at the ram's dick in curiosity by now. ‘What a weirdo,’ the jock thought.
“Is it supposed to be so–” Daven started to ask, but was cut off as the Tray spat at him.
“This aint for you faggot cat! It's for the girls.” Without even bothering to pull his clothing back up, he looked over at Line who was whispering something into Emilie's fuzzy ear.
“Okay, Line… What's it gonna be?”
“Dare,” the sexy feline giggled, looking back over at Tray as the ram didn't even hesitate.
“I dare you to take off your panties!” Tray blurted out far too quickly and drunkenly, obviously having planned this for sometime as he even posed after proclaiming his dare.
Line looked up at him for a moment, reaching over like she was going to drink. And then shrugged, stood up, and reached under her short skirt to grab the waist band. And in a quick motion stripped off her frilly black lace panties, and held them up for all to see before dropping them onto the table.
“Fucking… Hell yeah!” Brady moaned in delight, sharing goofy grins with Tray who was also looking kind of stunned as he hadn't been expecting Line to do that either.
The goat reached out a paw to try and grab onto the panties, but was stopped when a husky paw scratched his. The marks from her claws evident in his fur.
“What the, what was that for?” Brady’s voice was a mix of anger and shock.
“No touching my best friend's underwear without her permission you idiot, it’s only for you to look at, damned jock,” Emilie said defensively, both Tray and Brady gulping down some more water to try and get over their shared shock and frustration.
Off to the side, Daven and Kristine seemed almost unfazed by the event. Kristine did not care about the jock's ugly yet massive dick, nor did she seem bothered by the birthday girl taking off some rather expensive lingerie right in front of them all.
“Emilie, truth or dare?” Brady called out, the goat caressing his paws as he was hoping the husky would continue to be daring in her actions.
“I choose truth, ain’t gonna let your dirty fingers get action,” Emilie spoke definitely, having seen through what those thin yellow eyes were plotting.
“What do you think about Tray’s dick… And be descriptive.”
Off to his right, Tray sat himself down, the ram having taken off his pants and underwear fully as he just let his family pride poke up for all to see.
“Not sure where to begin, it’s not what I’d expected for a ram that is for sure…” Emilie started to describe the beast, it was over average from what she could tell considering the sheath, as her canine brother was only a bit smaller and she thought him average in every single way possible.
“It’s veiny in a way I didn’t think possible for a dick to look… And that knot, just wow.”
Brady slowly nodded for each word that exited Emilie’s mouth, Line and Kristine who were focusing on him giggling at his rather weird body language as it seemed like he agreed with gusto.
It was like the jock wasn’t just happy that she was upholding the game rules, but rather agreeing with her statements about his friend's junk.
“I guess it’s my turn… Tray, truth or dare?” Daven spoke, his feline eyes locked on to the imposing meat that was present not far from where he was sitting. Yet it wasn’t the faggot like thoughts Tray was imagining him having, rather it was questions related to his biology exam in a few months, the bobcat male eager to learn.
“I choose the truth,” Tray spoke, not wanting to move away from the gazing eyes of both Line and Emilie. Line kept her paw cemented in between her legs, keeping the skirt in place to make sure nobody saw anything. While Emilie was leaning forward, her head resting in her palms while her elbows rested on her knees.
“How did you manage to get a knot… I’ve read that it’s only canines who have those, and sheep definitely aren’t canines,” Daven explained, ready to mentally take notes for the biology exam subject he’d chosen: interspecies offspring and breeding.
Tray's eyes darted over to Daven, he looked at the feline for a long moment. Seeing that the grey bobcat was really curious, put the normally very secretive sheep off his game. “Well… It's because my sire was a german shepherd…”
“Wait what… I know your dad, he's a ram!” Brady blurted out, looking over at his friend, as Tray blinked owlishly at the goat taking a drink because of the growing embarrassment he felt.
“Yeah, well… He's my dad, not my sire,” the ram confessed in a soft voice, looking ashamed as he rambled on drunkenly which was a first for the furs around the table who knew his school fursona.
“You see, my dads boss is a german shepherd, mom wanted dad to get a promotion, right… Mr. Clayton wanted some fun. He got that and I was born with this.” Tray stroked his fat erection in a slow manner, paw lingering on the knot swelling at the base of it.
The ram looked right into Daven's eyes as he spoke, and then looked away quickly as the bobcat grinned, as his parents getting him by accident had always been a sore spot for him.
“Wait what?! Dude, your mom let your dads boss rut her?!” Brady spurted, sounding like he was weirdly turned on by that, the goat seemingly having a thing for his friend's mother.
“Oh yeah, Mr. Clayton sends me birthday gifts every year,” Tray confessed, placing a single finger in front of his lip's, flashing the room a weak confused smile.
“Mom tells me not to tell anyone, so promise me not to tell now that I’ve broken the rule.”
“Well, thats fucked up,” Kristine snorted derisively, looking over at Daven as the feline nodded his head weakly.
“Dav… Truth or dare?” the sleek tawny doe asked, as the feline looked over at her sharply.
“Ahem… Well… Dare,” Daven answered weekly, voice growing weaker as he grew unsure about what she might have him do, the intensity in her chestnut eyes making him fidget in his seat.
“I dare you to give me a massage,” Kristine finished as she half turned, laying down on the large sofa with her head cemented in Emilie's lap, her husky thighs as soft as the doe had hoped.
Daven's mouth dropped open, as he looked at her body stretched out, her long pear shaped figure alluring his mind in a manner that made him question if he’d become a hormonal teen once again.
“Dude if you’re not gonna do it–” Brady started to volunteer himself, his voice promptly making Daven jump up and hurry over to stand at the end of Kristine's relaxed form.
“I've never done this kinda thing before… Y-you'll have to let me know if I'm not doing it right,” he stuttered, sounding breathless as his paws reached down and began to knead and rub the doe's furry flesh, her brown fur running softly over his grey and white paws.
“Since when did my twin little brother get so brave?” Line spoke to nobody in particular. Her normally resigned and shy brother had seemingly turned a new leaf in little under two hours.
His grey paws extended themselves to massage the areas right above the does hooves, and slowly his shaking body grew more calm as he approached the female head on.
“Ah! Nnn!” Kristine exclaimed, the bobcat momentarily freezing as the doe gave off a rather weird sound… Something Daven could almost compare to a moan.
“Did… Did I do something wrong?” He looked over at the others for answers, a response coming from the most unlikely of sources.
“Don’t worry, the area around the hooves is always sore,” Brady said.
“Just like with the dare involving us and massage, can’t avoid outbursts like that,” Tray added with a sigh of frustration. The jocks red canine dick jutting at the sounds Kristine was making.
“O-okay.” And with that Daven continued massing her.
Unable to bear the growing embarrassment, Kristine took hold of a pillow and covered her own muzzle with it, the husky’s tail also brought a sense of privacy as it covered her upper body in a mix of white and black fur.
However, the position brought about too much freedom to her tail. The little bastard wagged back and forth against the sofa, creating a quiet but evident sound that they could all hear.
Unable to bear it any longer, Kristine sat herself back up. “My back and shoulders, Daven, they need attention too,” Kristine demanded, the blush on her face making Daven blush.
“At least I’m doing something right it seems,” he spoke so silently that not even Kristine heard him, the glimpse he got of her wagging tail making his heart skip a beat.
“Tray! Truth or dare?” Emilie called out, thinking that the two lovely furs beside her didn’t need for all of their prying eyes to be upon them anymore.
“Not in the mood for another truth, give me a dare!”
“Well, this dare is a little special, so I’ll give you the chance to back out of it,” Emilie started.
“It’s a double dare, so both me and Line are demanding a two for one deal here,” She went on with the dare, while Line stood up to walk off, the bobcat not eliciting much of a reaction from anyone at the table as she sneaked off towards her fathers office.
“Sounds like a challenge, I’m in!” Tray confirmed, his dick throbbing at the adrenaline boost. His veins showing off nicely as precum started to cover the shaft in a nice glaze.
"First dare: I dare you to pick a random number to decide which page in this book little me and Line should explore,” Emilie started, picking up the ancient-looking black book Tray had gotten from the office of the female bobcat's father.
"Twenty-one; can't go wrong with that," he said, thinking of the video he'd seen recently.
Emilie flopped the book open, as Line returned from behind Tray's chair from wherever she’d gone off to, Tray not caring as she went back over to sit next to Emilie again.
"Did he pick a good one for us to try out?"
"Yep, it’s your turn to ask for your part of the dare by the way," Emilie spoke, her eyes as if glued to the enticing book that had now been opened.
Tray watched Line sit down on the sofa, just catching a brief flash of her naked crotch as she did so. The sexy bobcat stared intensely at Tray, his throbbing canine schlong throbbing and bouncing eagerly in his lap, pre flowing because of the heavenly pussy he’d witnessed
"I dare you to go through with the procedure on page twenty-one… Like, let me do it to you."
The confused-looking jock goggled at her. Slowly, Tray recalled the medical book; he had flipped through it briefly when picking it up, he hadn’t bothered to read it, but was aware there was some disturbing content inside. Yet, the idea of her touching him was overpowering his drunken brain.
"Alright… Alright, alright," Tray grunted, doing his best imitation of that strange actor guy, his grin bigger and goofier than ever as Line smiled back at him sweetly.
Line moved closer to him, kneeling on the floor between his fluffy knees.
Tray looked down at her with a smirk, the faint 'click, click' sound flying over his head as his drunken state made his hearing a little weird.
Line opened the clasps of the old-time medical kit she had taken from her dad's study, the kit half-empty from having been used in the past.
"Yer not foolin' anyone," Tray snickered, as the feline lifted his legs, placing his right leg on the table and his left on Brady's chair, even as the goat looked back and forth
“You just wanna touch my junk.”
“Sure,” Line snickered as she picked up the syringe of anaesthetic, uncertain of its effectiveness.
All of this equipment was quite ancient… Anyway, she quickly checked the pictures in the book that Emilie held to the side, out of Tray’s view. The chair obstructing his ability to see the husky who was kneeling to his right.
She injected the anaesthetic into the sides of his groyne area, Tray not even noticing the needle going in as he was that drunk, yet he felt a strange sensation throughout his body, the numbness he felt reminding him of when his leg fell asleep in class.
"Bet you love to touch yourself," the pretty feline teased, playfully rubbing his throbbing erection with her finger pads for all of them to see.
“You know, this is only the second dick I've ever touched… And they both had knots.” Her statement made Tray giggle wildly, as he leaned back in his chair, panting for breath.
“So what's it like… Touching a horse dick?” Line asked in a soft whisper, trying to make Tray finally admit to the rumours while she waited for the medicine to numb him.
With everyone witnessing his reaction to being touched by a female feline, Tray found his locker room secret to be less of a problem. If they were ever going to reveal it to someone else, they would have to mention that Line touched him as well.
Looking down, he saw her ears peeking up along with the top of her head. His fluffy fur and sitting angle making it impossible for him to see what she was doing further below.
It almost made it impossible to see anything in fact, as his fluffy legs and Line's body blocked everybody’s view of what was going on below his throbbing dick.
“Its fuckin' amazing… They’re sooooo huge… And the scent is like pure stud male…” the ram babbled, gulping from his water bottle again as he looked at her.
“They fill my whole paw… Hot… Throbbing so powerfully in yer paw,” Tray panted, sounding more breathless, as Line nodded her head, the ram laying back, just staring up at the ceiling.
“Do you have a favourite?”
His legs still flinched slightly when she put pressure on the round orbs within his sack, the black skin below the wool veiny from what she could feel.
The ram probably hadn’t jerked off in a while, Line thought.
“They’re all so perfect,” Tray said, his mind filled with images of the sports team's three large horse members. Jack and Rick weren’t keen on him touching them, fearing his scent would rub off on their bodies. Since both had girlfriends, they didn't want to take too many risks.
“But that stud, Henry, is the best—Always so willing to let me service him.”
Seeing his unfaced facial expression at her putting extra pressure onto his testicles this time, Line thought it due for her next move. She dug a claw into the top of his sack and ran it down and across his sack, the thin yet deep rift not making the ram react whatsoever.
“And their balls are massive. You can get them off a dozen times and they still cum by the buckets full!” Tray grunted softly, as she’d successfully jabbed a sharp claw into the top of his woolly sack.
She opened a small hole as was shown in the book, wiping the blood away with a bit of cotton before pushing his right nut out of its protective black shield, his white fur and dark skin making way for a veiny and beautifully pale testicle.
“How does it taste?” Line asked, the bobcat trying to keep the prey’s mind busy so that he wouldn't question what was going on. She inspected the overgrown fruit, his testicle just as impressive if not more so that the german shepherd dick he’d inherited from his sire.
The smell of iron on her finger made something tick within, the desire to just latch out for a snack a tempting possibility to the eager feline girl, her crotch fur growing damp from what she was doing.
“It's thick… Gooey, it tastes salty and sooooo masculine,” Tray babbled while staring up at the ceiling, totally lost in his memories of how the horse cum had tasted.
“I just licked some on my paw the first time around, but now I jack Henry off onto a towel and lick up every drop from it until I’m certain that I’ve gotten everything.”
Line couldn't help but giggle, as she listened to Tray babbling about eating horse cum. Henry was the school's most experienced athlete, and the one who always led the team to victory.
Line picked up a small tool from the medical kit, the page saying something along the lines of it needing to be used to prevent blood loss. She placed the device onto the cord which connected the exposed orb to Tray’s body. She waited for Emilie’s signal, and forced the clamps shut when the sound of glass hitting glass could be heard from Brady sitting his cup onto the table.
Crunch!!! Line heard the sound in its purest form, with it sending a shiver down her spine. With a lacking response from any of the others, Line continued. Her body perfectly blocking everybodies view, with Tray’s fluffy thighs making up for what her thin body couldn’t hide.
Emilie was giggling as well, watching over the feline's shoulder as Line placed her claw onto the thick cord, cutting Tray’s fat jock testicle loose without mercy, half of his breeding potential now removed from his hybrid form.
The canine prick surged, a thin string of slimy precum spurting onto Line's white hair. She gripped the fat shaft, and guided the throbbing organ to her lips, taking just the tip of it into her mouth as it drooled. While dropping the large severed nut into a freezer bag, before she milked his smaller orb out to join its roommates demise.
“Oho fuck… Oho fuck,” Tray moaned as the female bobcat started licking the tip of the gift his german shepard sire had given him.
Line locked eyes with the drunken ram, her sandpaper tongue providing a weird sensation, yet with little for him to compare it to, Tray was forced to accept it as feeling good.
With the moment right, Line led out a loud purring sound from her throat, the following Crunch unable to be heard because of it.
With his new life drawing ever closer, Line took a bit more of his dickhead into her mouth, and then she dug her claw cleanly into Tray’s quickly cooling and remaining cord, cutting his last sperm factory loose as the new wether let out a loud 'Baa!'
Tray's hips flexed and humped, as his throbbing dick filled Line's mouth with thick cum, the canine knot receiving a quick squeeze from Line so as to draw out more of his remaining swimmers.
The sexy feline got him fixed up in no time, the fake testicles making his sack look lopsided. The kit only had two mismatched implants left, one for an ovine and one for a canine.
‘Now the package matches the animal,’ Line thought.
Working quickly, she placed some medical glue onto his wound and started sewing him back up. Line internally thanking her grandmother in the heaven above for having taught her how to sew. The end product wasn’t her best work, but the woll hid it well enough.
Off to the side Emilie giggled at her friend as her cheeks bulged out with cum.
Emilie closed the freezer bag, putting the two veiny orbs into the medical kit before closing it. Not seeing a chance to get her fathers tools out of there, Emilie scooped it back under Tray’s chair and stood back up, walking back to her side of the coffee table with the black book as if nothing had just taken place.
“Fuck!” Brady moaned, twisting and turning in his seat, trying to see what was going on.
“I think your sister just blew Tray and even finished him off!” Brady giggled as he looked over at Daven, who was looking wild eyed at his sister, his cheeks green from disgust.
The goat twisted around just in time to see Line push her lips against his. Her tongue opened his mouth, and suddenly a thick and greasy feeling of glob was spilled into his frozen mouth. The taste wasn't at all bad, but the creamy stuff was gooey as he swallowed it, almost sticking to his throat in the process as the small swimmers coated his mouth and throat.
“How did you like the taste of Tray's cum?” Line asked with a giggle, as she jumped back onto the sofa beside Emilie who was looking on with excitement.
“I… I,” Brady choked, disgusted, as he grabbed a bottle from the table and quickly drank all the water. “Fuck, Line, that was sick… No fair… That's gross.”
The death stare he gave Line was intense, but the goat was afraid to say anything more as his mouth started watering from the surprise ‘gift’ that Line had given him.
Kristine and her masseur couldn’t help but giggle at his pent up frustration, the jock looking pissed off to no end while his friend off to the side was basking in the afterglow of his orgasm, and perhaps the first blowjob of his life, Kristine thought.
“What does the procedure do exactly?” Tray asked, confused on how a blowjob of all things was a part of Line’s fathers work book. His eyes were glazed over, yet they tried to focus on the world around him, and not the angels that were talking to him from above.
Emilie picked up the book and leaned back into the seat and over towards Line, so that Kristine and Daven wouldn’t realise the cover up the two predator girls were cooking up.
“Says here that it should help with one’s mental focus, improve focus and intelligence as it will remove unwanted distractions,” Emilie explained in a professional voice, her and Line covering their faces with the book so nobody could see the smiles and stifled giggles.
“Nice,” Tray said, his answer short as the meaty rocket that had just moments prior shot off was now retreating back into hiding.
Before he could lean himself back into the seat once more, Brady gave him a nudge, the goat nodding his horns towards the others, as if saying they still had an endgame to reach.
He leaned forward and took his pants back up, the wether not in the mood for showing his pride anymore, especially when the muzzle of the goat beside him was covered in his seed.
The scene didn’t help his hetero imagination. The realisation about what he’d just admitted to doing with horses didn’t either, but that truth would always be linked to Line giving him a blowjob, Tray forcefully reminded himself.
Tray looked around vaguely, turning his water bottle up only to realise it was empty now. He sat it down again, licking his lips and looked both happy and disappointed.
“Wait… Oh right, it's my turn again, huh? Hehe, guess I lost track in all of the excitement.” The weather's grin widened, sleazy, as he stared hard at Line and then Emile, waiting to have fun with them both. Of course, getting a blowjob from the sexy feline was great.
“So, Line…” he slurred leeringly, rocking in his seat slowly as the world seemed to move around him. “What is it to be? Are you gonna take a dare… Or–”
“Truth,” Line answered quickly, figuring he’d have dared her to suck off Brady or something else even worse, though she couldn’t deny the delicious salty taste of his seed in her mouth, it wasn’t the iron like taste her instincts desired, but it was enough to make her feline brain pur in happiness.
“Haha… Tell us all what it felt like to suck my big red rocket.”
The alcohol had liberated the wether from any inhibitions it seemed, and Line winced at the sex focused question. But decided to play along, looking first at Tray and then Brady who was looking far too excited by the question.
“Well, it was very hot… Firm and wet. The taste wasn't at all bad. Am I right, Brady?” she asked teasingly, the goat blushing heavily while everyone else giggled at him.
“In fact, I gotta say I kind of liked it… The way it throbbed on my tongue was exciting.”
Emilie chuckled loudly, looking over at Line with an amused smirk. Off to the side Daven had a wild and disgusted look in his eyes, as he listened in shock to what his big sister was saying. Luckily he had Kristine distracting him, keeping his paws busy and his mind on other things.
“I had a lot of fun,” Line finished with a naughty little smirk playing across her lips as she played with the small amounts of blood on her claw, Brady gulping as he looked over at her and then Tray.
"Ahem… Yeah well, my turn now," Brady said with a shudder, subconsciously smacking his lips before looking around.
"Kristine, how about it… Truth or dare?" The doe smiled at him, while the deer enjoyed Daven's attention fully.
"Oh, alright, dare me then… But make it something more imaginative than taking my panties off or whatever." The instant she’d said that, Kristine knew that she’d headed off the goat.
"Err, I dare you to French kiss Line." The words came out of his mouth rather fast Kristine thought, as if this was something he'd been thinking about a lot.
"Is that all?" Kristine asked in a mocking manner. She moved over between Emilie and Line, and looked into the nervous bobcat’s blue eyes.
"I think he's been saving this one up all night." She leaned forward, watching as Line tilted her head and then opened her mouth.
"I gotta say, you're not the feline I was hoping to do this with tonight," Kristine admitted in a soft whisper for only Line to hear, before their mouths locked together in an awkward yet sincere minute-long tongue kiss.
"Ahem. Wow, you're a good kisser, Kris," Line admitted after the kiss finally broke, the two girls sitting back giggling as they tasted each other's saliva.
"Thanks… Though I could still taste Tray in there," Kristine smirked, turning to wink at Brady.
Her happy wink and expression was a facade for the most part, as the doe was doing her best to hold back a gag. ‘How does a male make himself taste like a dumpster!’ she internally screamed as the goo made her question if the jocks diet consisted of purely junk food.
“Is somebody a little jealous?” Line spoke up, her brother standing frozen in place behind the sofa. His whiskers seemingly shivering in place as the already dark blush on his grey face grew in strength, the red spreading off and onto his ear tips it seemed.
“N-no… I just got caught off guard, that’s all, okay!” Daven tried to defend himself, but couldn’t muster up the courage to truly tell his sister off.
“No reason to be ashamed, brother, you weren’t the only one who got turned on by our girl on girl action,” Line teased jokingly, nodding over towards the two drooling jocks.
The neutered one of them sprouted a new tent in between his legs, the thing concealed by his pants yet again.
Not wanting to be made fun of in his childhood home, Daven looked down at the doe’s eyes, the two chestnut eyes glittering in the lights around them.
“Kristine, truth or dare?” His tone was more demanding than he’d expected, the female before him flinching back slightly at the demanding presence his voice carried.
“I’ll go with dare, Daven,” Kristine spoke softly to the bobcat behind her.
“I dare you to take off your panties.” If one could have looked inside Daven’s brain in that very moment, one would have found an inferno of fire as his brain tried to roast itself from having the audacity of asking such a thing from the very female he was trying to get closer and closer to.
He shouted at himself internally for throwing it all into the trash, simply hitting her would probably have been less painful, as in that scenario he wouldn’t have needed to wait for an answer.
Her pretty muzzle was as if frozen in place, no emotion breaking her perfect poker face. And without a word the doe stood, the deer picked up a blanket from a nearby chair and went back around the couch to where Daven was standing.
“Here, hold this up to cover me, please… And don’t you dare peek, eyes forward mister.”
“Now Hold On!” came Brady's voice from across the sofa, the goat infuriated that he’d been tricked into not asking the question earlier. In turn giggles could be heard from behind the now unfolded blanket, the sound of her taking off her jeans followed shortly after as she worked on getting her panties off of her long and curvy legs.
“Here, a gift for you,” Kristine’s voice filled his ear, her voice low so that only he could hear. He suddenly felt her paw in his pocket, the presence of something unknown being stuffed into his clothes before the female deer quickly pulled her jeans back on.
“Sorry I didn’t bring a sexier pair… I didn’t expect you of all furs to be so daring,” the tall doe teased him further in a low voice only he could hear, her heart beating faster as she enjoyed his reactions.
The bobcat could not have been closer to fainting, Daven’s heart almost making him involuntarily move for each strong heartbeat he felt. His grey fur now more reminiscent of how a tomato looked.
“Wait… Where are they?” Brady asked as Daven dropped the blanket, Kristine coming strolling back around to sit on the sofa.
“Daven knows where they are… It was his dare and he is satisfied. Aren't you, Daven?” the doe asked. Daven in turn looked around flustered, an embarrassed grin on his tomato coloured face, while his heart was a flutter of emotions he hadn’t felt before tonight.
“I am,” he admitted with a loud exhale, which made the girls chuckle. Brady glared drunkenly at both Daven and Kristine, while Tray simply struggled to not fall out of his seat.
“Now.” Kristine rubbed her paws together, smiling as she looked around the cosy room. She turned her attention back to Daven, showing a smile as they looked at each other.
“Daven, truth or dare?” she asked with a grin, the feline staring at her hard for a long time.
“Ahem, truth… I think,” Daven decided at last.
Kristine in turn tilted her head to one side as if considering him for a moment, deciding she wanted a bit of payback for him being so daring.
"Describe the type of lingerie that really turns you on, while making eye contact with me. If you laugh, you have to buy some of that lingerie for me… I choose which ones, of course," Kristine added to her question, pinching herself as punishment for not having thought the question completely through, the doe having sounded more eager than she’d planned.
"L-lingerie!?" Daven choked on his spit as he stuttered, struggling to control his own body. He looked around the room for help but realised that none was coming.
"Don't get tongue-tied now, pussycat!" Brady called out.
"Just say whatever!" The goat was slightly annoyed at the feline's inconsistent bravery. In his eyes, the bobcat seemed like a complete mess, his courage emerging in bursts as if he had never spoken to a female before.
Had it not been for the fact that the little shit lived here, then he’d likely have pressured Daven to leave, viewing the bobcat as an unnecessary inconvenience in his and Tray's grand plan.
"I think I see the issue," Emilie called out. The husky dragged her body past Line's and over to the small table at the end of the sofa. She rummaged through a basket beneath it, looking at a few magazines before finally picking something of interest.
"Here, in case you don't know any of the names for the different lingerie types," she gave the embarrassed guy an adult magazine, the front of which displayed a busty bobcat similar to his mother, the display making him cringe for a moment.
This wasn’t the first time he’d seen the magazine; in fact, he had known about it for a few months, ever since his big sister had asked their mom to help her pick out clothing for when she found that special fur in her life… One she hadn’t found as of yet thankfully, he thought as he wasn’t in the mood to make friends and get to know a complete stranger.
At the end of the sofa, Line was getting impatient, her brother taking forever to look through the many pages of adult clothing. Finding her patience reaching its end, Line stood up and walked around the sofa to bring her brother back to reality.
Emilie moved over, and soon the blushing brother found himself with Kristine to his right and Emilie to his left, his sister now positioned behind the sofa and behind Kristine.
“Well, I… I guess I’ll start from the top then.” He braced himself for a moment, trying to note down the many different types of clothing before he got too lost in Kristine’s chestnut eyes.
“Just take your time,” Emilie spoke from behind him, his front now towards the pretty doe and his sister behind her, while his back was facing the curvy and energetic husky.
“I like those black lace bustiers when it comes to the chest… Th-they seem to bring forth a kind of dark and mischievous beauty,” his voice trembled, his imagination going into gear, his eyes imagining the lingerie on Kristine’s body as he kept his blue eyes locked with her brown.
‘Her long eyelashes are so beautiful every time she blinks,’ Daven thought.
“For the crotch, I think I’ll go with silk panties… Specifically the ones that can be combined with a garter and a pair of stock… Ings.” His mind trailed off into fantasy land, images of the sexy doe in a revealing outfit all he could think of for a long moment.
“A pair of gorgeous thighs deserve to be wrapped in something equally as stunning after all… Hehe–No. Wait! That wasn’t—!”
“Too late!” Emilie called out loudly from behind, she and Line giggling frantically at Daven’s failure.
“Even an awkward laugh counts, lover boy,” Line added, leaning over the sofa to wrap her arms around the shoulders of the doe for support.
“So, what will it be, Kristine? What’ll your grand prize be?” Emilie asked, laying her head on Daven’s shoulder, the bobcat frozen in place from shock and defeat. He’d lost, and to his own shyness of all things, what had gotten over him, to say such an embarrassing thing!
“I guess I’ll go with the lower parts then. Since Daven seemed very into that part of… Me,” she spoke in a shocked tone, her mind repeating his compliment over and over inside her head.
‘Gorgeous… He called my thighs gorgeous.’
Daven broke eye contact with the pretty doe and looked down at the bottle on the table. He reached out and took a large gulp without hesitation, not wanting them to tease him further.
The alcohol felt like a calming blanket on his nerves, the bobcat happy to have something to distract himself with during one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.
Emilie smiled softly as she watched Kristine and Daven together; they made a cute couple.
"Wish I could get a guy to buy me lingerie," she laughed innocently.
"Okay, I guess it's my turn again," the cute black-and-white husky flashed the group a big friendly smile before her eyes settled on Brady, the goat looking dazed and slightly out of it.
"Alright, Brady, this one's for you… Truth or–"
"Truth," Brady slurred before she had finished.
Emilie got the feeling that he was just repeating her words rather than answering. Still, no one protested, not even the clearly inebriated goat. "So, Brady… Just how much sexual experience do you really have? How many times have you… You know, rutted with your donkey girl?"
The question made Line and Kristine giggle, while Daven raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"How many times did we do it?" Brady repeated with a lewd grin. This was the kind of naughty thing he liked. But even as drunk as he was, the goat knew he had to be careful.
"Well," he licked his dry lips as he considered her kinky question, "Seven times," the goat announced proudly, which was true—he’d gone off inside of her seven different times that night. Seven wonderful times for him… Did she have any orgasms? Well, there was no way for him to know as she’d been unconscious the whole night.
"I'm getting really good at it."
Emilie rolled her eyes at his supposed boasting about his own experience in the arts of sex. She found the way he described it all suspicious, she knew he was drunk and therefore he also sounded like a drunk. Yet seven didn’t seem like nearly enough for one to be so proud.
She decided not to linger on the question and looked over towards Kristine and Line, the bobcat girl getting the hint that it was now her turn.
“Tray, truth or dare?” Line spoke from behind the sofa, the feline stretching out her legs as the comfortable embrace of the sofa had made her a little tired.
At first it seemed like Tray the new wether missed her question, the male looking at her with glazed eyes as he was leaning all the way back into his seat.
“Truth,” Tray spoke in a reminiscent manner one could compare to Brady. Once again no one batted an eye as Line went on, Just like with Emilie and Brady.
“Have you ever tasted your own cum, and if you have… How does it compare to a horse's cum?”
Line’s interest in horses had gotten piqued when Tray had shamelessly spoken on and on about them, her pantiless crotch finding itself getting wet at her words and the lingering taste of his disgusting canine seed still on her tongue.
“I have… And you can’t really say that there’s similarities between the two. Canines have a tendency to produce a lot more pre, so my seed is very watery and in turn also has a bland sort of taste to it, tasteless if the sperm count gets too low actually,” Tray confessed, the jock thinking back to him experimenting with cumming multiple times a day.
“And what about equines then?” Line didn’t need to correct or ask further into Tray’s seed, as his description had been far off from what she’d tasted. But outside of the taste was his texture, Tray had been backed up and it’d shown from how thick his orgasm had been. Yet as he pointed out, the taste and feel of his seed likely depended on how often he jerked it off a day.
‘He’d probably taste more normally on any other day’ she pondered. ‘Well, I say it would. Now he’ll never taste normal, not after I removed his little swimmers from the equation.’
“They’re so much more musky in smell than canines, mine doesn’t seem to have much of a presence in the long run while theirs continue to emanate. It’s much more thick in it, white in looks like yoghurt while mine looks like watery milk. A true male above all males.” Tray had been looking at the ceiling the entire time, the wether in his own fantasy as he’d spoken.
Emilie found herself smiling broadly at his words, if the jock was accustomed to his seed being watery then Tray would not ask many questions now that he’d been fixed, the males seed surely becoming more and more watery for each time he’d cum, now that his sperm factories had been so nicely removed by none other that Line and her sharp feline claws.
“Dude… You make that sound so awesome,” Brady blurted drunkenly as Tray finished talking about the difference between his and a horse's cum.
“He sure seems to know a lot about cum,” Daven observed dryly, sharing a soft grin with the others around the room. The shy bobcat becoming a lot braver it seemed as the alcohol got into his system, Brady flashing him a dark and angry look in return.
“Shut the fuck up dork. You’re just jealous, that's all… Wishing you were half the male Tray is,” Brady spoke in annoyance, the bobcat a little too adventurous and daring as he was getting all of Kristine’s attention, the two practically eating each other up with their eyes alone.
“Oh I'd say he's twice the male Tray is,” Emilie observed, making Line burst out laughing.
She tried to keep her laughing down, paws held close to her mouth as she stifled her own outburst with both of her paws, quitting her laugh down to a small giggle.
“Huh… What?” the wether grunted, looking back down to stare around at everyone confused.
“It's your turn, Tray,” Line pointed out as the wether just sat there looking at her for a long moment, and then his eyes wandered over to Daven.
“Why don't,” he started, but Line’s coughing made Tray look over at her.
“You gotta say truth or dare first,” she pointed out slowly, Tray wincing as the alcohol was giving him a slight headache, the wether struggling to focus for a moment because of it.
“Oh yeah… Daven, truth or dare?” he asked, the bobcat looking at him, knowing that Tray had been trying to ask him a question.
He took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to play into the jocks' drunken—and what Daven thought to be more than likely a foul—plan. "Truth… I guess."
"Why don't you ever shower in the locker room after gym class?"
Daven's answer got caught in his throat, the feline not in the mood to talk about his secret. "Well, because the guys tease me a lot about… Well, guy stuff, so I just avoid it," Daven answered as Brady looked at him and snickered, the goat cooking up an insult.
"What, were you staring at other furs' junks too much?"
"No," Daven spoke firmly, Tray looking at him with way too much sympathy in his eyes, thinking that the feline was keeping a taboo secret like he did.
"I've only heard rumours from furs who knew you before you started at our school, but does it perhaps have something to do with your unnatural feline sheath?" Tray thought out loud, the alcohol preventing him from holding back on revealing the bobcat’s supposed shame before the females he and Brady were trying to bed.
“I… It’s not unnatural, just different,” Daven said with a tone of defeat in his voice. He held his head low, the shame of being different, something that was at the root of his shyness.
“I’m sure it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Kristine added before giving the grey nerd's paw a soft squeeze. The fur on his paw damp from nervousness… And from massaging Kristine.
“Damned lovebirds,” Brady muttered to himself, his own cock angrily softening once more. The goat looked around the room to figure out whom he should ask next as a distraction. Emilie’s reaction to his sexual prowess hadn’t been exactly to his liking; nonetheless, the husky girl had stirred up his hormones.
The jock felt his sheath grow damp at the thought of mounting the curvy girl. The alcohol in his blood made it all the more appealing, as his fantasy seemed to take control of his eyes, the female’s body morphing into what he’d like for it to be.
‘Alcohol is a gift,’ Brady thought.
"Emilie, truth or dare?" the jock called out, leaning forward to place one of his elbows on his knee. He tilted his head sideways so that his horn ensured he could see only Emilie and Tray, his focus returning as he no longer had to look at the two love-stricken fools and Line.
“I’ll go with the truth,” Emilie finally decided, finding truth and dare to be equally as much of a danger considering Brady’s track record during the game.
“You haven’t gone all the way, so you’re still a virgin… Have you ever sexually touched any of the ones present in this room, and if you have, then who?” Brady demanded, feeling like the white and black canine was either going to drink, which would have been perfect as it’d have made her just the right kind of tipsy for his and Tray’s plan to proceed, or she’d tell the truth which would almost certainly make him come out of his sheath again.
“I… I have been with someone in this room but just finger play, nothing else!” Emilie tried to defend herself, yet finding it a growing impossibility as Brady stared her down.
“And who may this lucky fur be?”
Emilie looked to her right and over at Line, the bobcat staring daggers at her as the husky girl gave a non-vocal answer to the jock's question.
“You told me you’d keep it a secret!” Line shouted out, paws flying up to cover her mouth before she revealed too much herself.
Laughter from the opposite side of the table, however, told her more than enough. Her secret was out, still, neither of the jocks could speak of it since she had dirt on them as well… At least she hoped they had enough brain cells to figure that out.
“I guess it’s my turn,” Daven spoke, ignoring his sister's outburst as he had already known of her secret, his body having shifted so he didn’t have the husky behind him anymore.
Tray was so out of it that he hardly counted. With a nervous grin, the bobcat looked over at his confused and embarrassed sister.
“Alright, this is for you, sis… Truth or dare?” he asked, looking back over the sofa at the red-faced feline who was still sputtering in shock at what Emilie had revealed.
“Truth or dare?” she asked in shock, staring at her smirking little brother as if he’d grown a second head. She certainly wasn't going to give him the chance to ask her any questions about the things she’d done with Em, even if she was quite certain that he already knew and had even heard them.
“Um, dare,” Line replied weakly, drawing a groan from Brady, who had been hoping to learn more about this girl-on-girl action.
“You always act so brave… But just how brave are you, I wonder,” Daven mused under his breath, but still loud enough for the girls to hear.
“How about this; I dare you to move this party into our father’s sterilisation study.”
Daven smirked, knowing their sire always thought of Line as his good little girl who would never break his rules, and for once, he wanted her to be the disappointment.","pools_count":0,"title":"Truth or Dare Chapter Two: Revelations at the Party","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"},{"content_tag_id":"5","name":"Strong Violence","description":"Strong violence, blood, serious injury or death","rating_id":"2"}],"submission_type_id":"12","type_name":"Writing - Document","guest_block":"f","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"0","views":"229"}