Almost immediately upon walking in through the bathroom door and back into the bedroom, Derian got grabbed by the scruff and bodily tossed on the bed with a thump. The bed looked to have a big rubber mat thrown over it, with a towel on top of that. With the kangaroo on his back and Marie standing there grinning, with the full fourteen inches of buck meat throbbing and jumping in their fully aroused dance of excitement, Doz just couldn’t help but let out a little snort. For once, it wasn’t him getting railed.

    The satyr faun girl climbed her way up onto the bed and pulled Derian’s massive feral legs onto either side of her hips, with his rudder-like tail acting as a ball rest. “Okay Roo Boy, you’ve gotten your fill of being on top tonight, now it’s time for me to show you your rightful place under me. Is that understood?”

    When the larger of the couple gave a slow, trembling nod, Marie pressed two fingers down into his vent, exposing the partial erection. Of course, that’s not what she was after, instead, she pulled the opening sleeve a bit further down to expose the puckered, greasy ring of the kangaroo’s anus. “That’s the spot, give it a wink for me, babe.”

    Derian blushed, looking over around his girlfriend and at Doz. “Don’t worry about the pig, he’ll be joining us just as soon as I get you all nice and moaning out for more. Now, do the wink.”

    With that, Derian tensed, clenching the ring of flesh just a bit and causing a little wink, which got Marie to smile. “Good Roo Boy.”

    She took her twitching prick into her hand, lifted her hips a bit, and took aim downwards at the kangaroo’s exposed, spread open vent, before sluggishly beginning to feed her ebony shaft into the pink entrance. A soft gasp escaped the marsupial as his tailhole ever so slowly spread to the familiar pressure of his girlfriend’s cock. Once it was about six inches deep within the male, Marie looked back over her shoulder and waved for Doz. “Come on, don’t want you to feel left out, now do we? I saw you looking earlier, and I’ve worked up a pretty good sweat showing everybody where they belong. So why don’t you put that tongue to use and let your poor holes have a little break?”

    She looked back down lovingly at Derian as she began to pump her hips downwards into him. His member was only about half hard, pressed between her and his belly, limp and drooling precum heavily into his freshly cleaned belly fur. Marie’s tail hiked up as the pig climbed onto the bed behind the pair, exposing the winking feral doe butt to him, the black flesh all slick with sweat and pheromones that made the air feel heavy to breathe. So, as Marie thumped herself down to the hilt, Doz leaned in and pressed his flared nostrils right up against the damp black fur of her taint and the back of her nutsack with a deep sniff-snorf. As she dragged herself back, the pig could hear the *shliiiiiiick* as her prick slipped further and further free of the kangaroo’s tightly gripping hole. 

    A paw wrapped around the base of those oblong orbs, squeezing and testing their weight, first with both together, then one at a time. When he was satisfied with his “measurements”, he moved on to massaging along the fleshy portions, then the fuzzy portions, and finally taking a special interest in the plump nodes along the backs of them. He didn’t know that the term for this spongy bit on the back of each teste was known at the epididymis. He did learn that Marie liked it when he massaged them though, if the tensing of the sack and her butthole was anything to go by.

    As he teased her over and over, Derian was letting little moans of pleasure as her slightly curved cervine rod jabbed and ground against his rather sensitive prostate, both keeping him somewhat soft, but also coaxing thick rivulets of precum free from him with each press.

    Finally, a warm breath blew over her undertail and dock, followed by the pig’s muzzle pressing up in an almost romantic kiss against the pudgy star. It tasted salty, and musky, just the slightest hint of body odor, and mostly just pheromones, like you might be able to pick up in the woods during mating season for white tailed deer. 

    The fucking was picking up, and Doz released her sack, using his paws to spread her buttcheeks a little bit more while he made out with her tailhole, letting lewd little moans and smooching noises as he worked to spread the tightly clenched ring open around his tongue for some proper Australian kisses. That is, a French kiss, but down under. When he managed to actually get it in, he was rather surprised by just how slippery the inner walls already were, nice and smooth, clean too, if you didn’t mind the musky, heavy taste of deer on your tongue. Doz didn’t mind a single bit, as long as eggs or something didn’t come out.


    The bed springs creaked just a bit as the faun picked up the pace more and more, giving enough oomph to bounce her ballsack into the air for a light thumping *plap* noise of them landing against her boyfriend’s tail over and over. Doz’s ears perked when he heard the kangaroo moan out without warning, and sadly, the pig couldn’t see around Marie in time to see his mostly flaccid length drool out a heavy, leaky load of cum from a prostate climax.

    Marie was still going strong though, thumping away at his ass. The pig figured he better help things along, and pulled a page out of Derian’s book of sexy time tricks, and did the first thing that came to mind. 

*PBBBBBT* Right on her butthole. She froze, Derian froze, Doz froze. “What the fuck was that?”

    “I dunno, Derian told me to do it!”

    “Snitch Pig.”

    “Just uh… maybe don’t do that again, that was fuckin’ weird. It checks out that it was Derian’s idea though. Think of something else if you wanna do more than smooch my ass.”

    She almost hadn’t finished talking by the time Doz had unceremoniously grabbed Clint’s dick off the night stand and shoved it right up her butt, all the way to the half swollen knot. The fucking resumed, but this time, with a third player actually involved. 

Doz paused again, pulled the vulpine cock out of the faun’s butt, and promptly clipped it on over his pussy, because cyborg pigs have a LOT of universal attachment points. Sure, he couldn’t feel it for himself, but the movements and results were hot enough to keep him happy, he’d had enough climaxes for today.

So, while Marie pumped her cock deep into Derian’s guts, poking at his innermost depths, Doz got into position behind her. He still had to straddle the kangaroo’s tail, like he was behind the faun on a massive serpent or something. The pig took hold of the doe’s tail, hoisted it up, and pressed the vulpine cocktip right up against the puffy black star. It only took a bit of pressure before he was able to sink right in and start thrusting away at her butt.

Down in the other bathroom, poor Clint was finally getting cleaned up in the shower. That handsome lion had slipped him his phone number written in sharpie on the filled condom that had recently been pumped full inside the fox’s innards. Maybe he could play along and pretend to be a bottom for a little bit longer? The lion was a really nice guy, and he really seemed like he knew exactly how and where to push his dick to make the fox cream himself. 

He’d just added the facial shampoo to wash about five loads of cum off of his muzzle and face, and ears, when he felt himself be plunged right up to the knot in a hot, tightly squeezing ass. His legs went weak and the fox had to slump down into a sitting position to avoid just falling down with jelly legs. There wasn’t even a moment’s reprieve before it felt like he was thrusting away at a butt, he could feel his rapidly swelling knot slap against a wet, slippery butthole. His hips bucked a bit on instinct, he couldn’t help it. His furless black nuts pulled tight and he began to cum right then and there. Sure it was only five or six squirts, and a bit watery, but give a guy a break. He’s been cumming his frickin’ brains out for the last few hours without any pause.

So, now that the reader knows just what’s going on with Clint, keep that in mind. Doz just kept thrusting away at Marie’s feral butthole, knot slapping and clapping sloppily, over and over as he tried to match the same rhythm of her fucking the kangaroo underneath her. 

Already, Marie’s massive sack was starting to pull closer to her body, and Doz could even see her tailhole clenching and winking around the fox cock more and more tightly. Then, for the first time that he’d heard, the faun let out a rather adorable bleating honk noise from her mouth as her heavy, pumping load splurted itself up into Derian’s inner depths like someone pressing and releasing the jet sprayer on a garden hose. High pressure ropes of deer batter were gushing up inside of the kangaroo, over and over, even as it overflowed from his clenched tail ring, and up out of his cloaca. 

When she’d actually finished pushing the entire payload from her balls, she gave a loud huff, as if she’d just gotten done carrying a heavy box across the room and was glad to be rid of it. “You can pull that out now, I think you let Clint cum in my butt.”

“Sorry.”

“Naw, it was pretty hot, and he probably earned it. Derian, you dirty roo boy, get yourself cleaned up. Piggy and I better go give the little fox twink his cock back.”

So, when all was said and done, Doz and his new friends, even Clint, went out to Want-A-Wiener for an early morning breakfast to get something other than cum and egg mucus into the pig’s belly. It was nearly lunchtime by the time he bid them all farewell, and started his walk home. Of course he only had an oversized black hoodie on when he got home to O’Hara, who gave him a firm hug and a look at some of the actual birthday presents, including his original boy parts.

The End.