When he did finally awaken yet again, he was relieved to feel his hands, gripping into fists and releasing. A soft sigh escaped the pig as he took a deep breath. His eyes popped open at the strange scent assaulting his nostrils. The view that greeted him was a metal muzzle over his snout. The really strange bit was that he could feel the air movement on his nose and lips. Heck, he could even open his mouth real wide, but he couldn’t see any movement on the metal muzzle.

The pig looked around to find himself on a comfy couch in a big penthouse apartment overlooking the city at night. There were people roaming about the place, looking at art pieces on the walls, talking in small groups, getting snacks from a table, The works. Of course, the whole vibe of the little party was greatly thrown off by the fact that almost everyone there was butt naked, aroused, and or sporting a few ropes of cum on their belly or back. More than a few had a condom over their prick, filled or unfilled. Oddly, it seemed like everyone, except for the kangaroo, had on a little choker necklace thing in shiny black metal with a link in the front. This was probably to make it pop if enough pressure was put on it, Doz assumed.

He finally identified the smell permeating his nostrils. Seated next to Doz on the couch was a laid back looking kangaroo guy with a much more feral… everything, below the waist, with the massive tail and the feet and legs… and the throbbing, tapered prick with the heavy, fluff covered nutsack resting heavily against the top of his member, like a proper marsupial male.

The Roo, Derian, he’d later learn his name to be, had a matching device to the muzzle that the pig had on his face. Well, it had the same designs and colors, and Doz was pretty sure that he could see his pink nose and lips poking out of one side of what honestly looked like a fleshlight. The other male had it resting sideways on his thigh, pointed towards his boner. That’s what the smell was, it was the kangaroo’s junk right next to his nostrils. Damned portals!

    Once Derian noticed that the pig had regained consciousness, he gave a little smug grin, then hoisted the toy up and poked the tip of his flexing cock up against the lips, smooshing it around as if he were applying makeup to Doz, rather than smearing precum along his lips. A deep blush burned on his cheeks and somewhere, someone announced “Holy cow, he’s already dripping wet! Come look at this!” 

Someone smacked the black and salt’n’pepper fox, later known as Clint, for his announcement. “Nobody gets to use it until Marie (Pronounced Mah-rrree, with a French accent) gets back from playing with her birthday present in the stables.”

“What, is she still fucking that robot donkey?”

“Yeah, now shut up or you gotta clean up her mess of that donkey donut.”

Clint huffed out loudly, “You know I’m a top.”

“Yeah, yeah, Clint, you’re a top.”

While this was going on, Derian had begun slipping his member into Doz’s mouth slowly, feeding it against the pig’s tongue slowly, allowing the boy to taste the musky, almost steaming, salty flavor of kangaroo cock. It definitely wasn’t the first time the marsupial had shoved his dick in someone tonight, and it likely wouldn’t be the last.

It was obvious to Doz that he’d been lent to this party for their use. Apparently his punishment wasn’t over just yet. He obediently opened his maw, allowing the larger male’s cock to slip all the way to the back of his throat, then down it a bit. At eleven inches, Derian had nothing to be ashamed of, in the dick department. The mix of the semi-flexible cock wedged down his throat a bit and forming a second adam’s apple, and the smell of those sweaty, musk clouding balls pressed against his nostrils almost forced the pig’s eyes to water, as he shuddered and curled his tongue around the member. That tongue even slipped into the roo’s vent, lapping at the slippery, somewhat greasy fluids around the base of Derian’s cock.

He shut his eyes and leaned back against the cushions of the couch, his paws clenching against the leather along the top. Derian had started using his muzzle and throat like a fleshlight, smooshing the poor pig’s nose and lips against his sweaty junk, over and over. It felt like the smells and flavors were producing a saliva response, like lemon juice or something similar, since Doz couldn’t seem to stop drooling heavily into the kangaroo’s lap. It was making the oral a lot more messy than usual, with the lewd squelching and squishing noises with each movement, and the shine of his slippery cock coming into view with each withdrawal.

There was a surprising amount of jostling, before Derian was standing up, then leaning back on his tail like a feral kangaroo would and could do. Both hands were wrapped around Doz’s muzzle portal thing as the marsupial male began to bounce his powerful hips upwards. A loud *Glurk!* escaped the piggy as he arched his back. His head leaned back and Clint even came over to watch the pig as his throat bulged out just a bit from the dick sliding in and out of it rapidly. “Jeeze, You gonna let him breathe?”

“Shut up Clint, O’Hara said he’s made for this kinda thing and I can feel him breathing on my nuts.”

“Oh. That’s kinda hot.”

A long, low groan escaped the roo as his hip thrusts steadily got more and more rough on the heavily salivating, wiggling pig. Doz could even feel the thick splurts of precum that fired down his throat and then slowly drooled down the walls in a warm sloppy mess towards his stomach. God, he was so hot, that itching need had come back to his lower belly and loins. The pig had to admit to himself that this is exactly the kind of treatment he looked for in a boyfriend or girlfriend.

Finally, after another few minutes of slapping against the porcine snout, the kangaroo slammed himself home fully, causing Doz’s lower lip and jaw to slip into the vent a bit, his chin pressed somewhat slanted against the male’s tailhole hidden inside there. On top, he could feel the heavy marsupian balls drawing tight, lifting some of the weight off of his nostrils. Down below, he could feel the greasy pucker winking and clenching rhythmically. In the middle, he felt the powerful throbs pulsing through the length, over and over, until the kangaroo’s goopy white spunk started to unload heavily down his throat and into his belly. He could feel each of those heavy ropes splatter down into his stomach like he’d swallowed a brick in a cartoon.

The front door slid open dramatically and in walked a pretty satyr girl! From the waist down she had pure black silky fur and hooves, and a flicky tail and all that jazz, and on top, she looked like a goth girl human, with pale skin, pinkish orange freckles on her nose and cheeks, a dainty nose, and shiny black hair down to her mid neck, matching the fur on her legs. The deer goat girl, Doz wasn’t sure which it was supposed to really be, had on a somehow form fitting but also baggy black hoodie on that showed off how slim she really was, and the firm B cups, with pierced nipples pressed against the fabric. This was Marie, he assumed correctly, the birthday girl that O’Hara had mentioned he was building Uno for! If only Doz had known that Uno was a literal fucking machine with a personality beforehand!

Derian looked up from his work on Doz’s muzzle to see Marie stepping in, and smiled excitedly, before slopping the pig’s muzzle free of his half hard roo cock, letting a few rivulets of cum splatter down onto the rug below with a messy sploosh of noise. The pig could literally see the fox, Clint, cover his blushing muzzle, his own half sheathed cock throbbing in excitement at that lewd sight.

The kangaroo tossed Doz’s mouth and the portal into the pig’s own lap. He did manage to catch it and hold it close possessively as he watched the roo stride over to Marie, pull her close and smooch her, right on the lips. “I can smell that donkey on your breath. That’s pretty hot. I’m gonna go get cleaned up, enjoy your little birthday ham. I got him all warmed up, his pussy’s on the table, drooling everywhere, but I really recommend flopping down on the couch, so you can watch the cute little faces he makes while you fuck him.”

“Thanks babe, I’ll keep an eye on things here.”

“Oh and Clint says he’s a top.”

The satyr girl gave a loud *PSSH* and a somewhat stuttering giggle as she trotted merrily over to the table to snatch up the portal pussy out of the sticky clear puddle that it had formed around itself. Almost immediately, Doz let out a visible shudder as he felt the air breezing past the sensitive folds like someone had set a little desk fan down between his legs on full blast!

Kerflump! The birthday girl hoisted herself over the back of the couch, giving both Doz and Clint a perfect view from below, complete with the pudgy ebony tailhole, the underside of her fluffy, flicky tail that the pig still couldn’t decide whether it belonged on a goat or a deer, and finally, her junk. Rather than a cervine or caprine pussy as one would expect, was a heavy oblong pair of shiny black nuts that would look more at home between the hinds of a prize buck. Each teste had to be at least the size of a frickin’ coffee mug! They even had a little tuft of fur running along the cleft on the sack, down the front, with a big floof on the bottom, then running up to her fuzzy taint.

When she landed, it ended up bouncing the small pig and the rather slimly built fox about enough to make them have to grab onto the arms of said couch to hold on tight and not get dumped off. It wasn’t that she was big or heavy, it was just a really big movement. She was actually just a little taller than Doz himself.

So, now that she was sitting on the couch, her hoodie draped a bit more, and it was pretty clear to see the outline of at least part of her dick and sheath, and the lower halves of her balls were on clear display where the hoodie ended. “So, you’re O’Hara’s kid, yeah? Oh lemme get that offa you.”

She popped the clip on the muzzle portal and schlooped it free of his face, leaving him full and intact, and finally able to wipe the drool and cum and grease from his snout appreciatively. “Thanks, Marie, right?”

“Yeah, it’s Marie, like the French girl in the Zombie Army Trilogy games. Or so Derian says. Oh, Derian’s my boyfriend, that hot slab of kangaroo stud you were just playing with. Anyway, O’Hara said to pass ya around the party for a few hours while I played with Uno. I know it sounds a bit harsh and uncaring, but he did tell me to make sure nobody got too rough with ya, you know?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, now I’m gonna plow your cunt until you can’t walk straight.”

With that, she leaned over and smooched the pig right on top of the head. A moment later she grabbed one of the pillows off of a side chair and dropped it down on the middle couch cushion. Then, when she’d gotten it all set up, she stuck the portal pocket pussy between the cushions, kneeled herself into position, with her black, claw-like fingernails digging into the back edge of the couch. 

The Satyr bucked her hips forward, made a face and looked down to see the issue, and gave an embarrassed sigh. One hand slipped down and hoisted up the bottom of the hoodie, where her cock had decided to hammock in the belly of the jacket. The fourteen inch dong slopped out into the open, shiny, slippery ebony flesh, covered in twitching veins all along the underside and top. It wasn’t incredibly thick, maybe just a bit thicker than average, but the length and shape made it seem a lot scarier. There was no distinctive head, but the whole shaft slowly tapered to a point, with a distinct upward curve to it. Now that it had been released, she used that hand to point it at her target and poke right up against Doz’s entrance, causing the boy to let a loud squeak and blush. 

Instead of sliding in like he was sure she was attempting to do, the whole portal device slowly slid backwards into the cushions. Another exasperated huff escaped the doe before she fished his pussy back out, held it in place, and shoved her hips forward. That spear of a dick just glided right up into the pig’s tunnel, getting an alarmed squeal to slip from his lips as he clenched his muscles around her cock, and clutched onto the couch for dear life. Of course, now that she’d penetrated, she pushed the portal back between the cushions and started to rock her hips.

Once again, problems arose immediately, when she pulled back, the gripping of his pussy muscles caused the whole portal sleeve to just come with her. A loud grunt left the satyr once more, “God damn it, Clint, sit on this cushion so I can fuck it.”

“What? But… What? I was gonna go fuck his butt.”

“Then grab the portal and fuck his butt, just put your weight here so I can do this.”

“But it’ll look like you’re fucking me in the ass!”

“I’ll let you play with my boobs.”

“Oh uh. In that case, yeah. I guess, but you owe me for this.”

“Just shut up and get your scrawny ass on here, and remember, don’t get your knot stuck, Doz here is supposed to be for everybody to use and we can’t have you hogging the hog for half an hour after you’re done.”

A loud huff from the fox as he snatched up the portal with the pig butt in it. A moment later and he was perched up on the raised cushion and even rested his feet on Marie’s hips, causing the satyr to roll her eyes at having to put up with him. Others had come closer to watch and tease one another as Marie began again, slowly, this time. Her member slid slowly up inside the pig, eliciting a gasp from him as it just kept sinking deeper and deeper, until the very tip poked at his cervix. Of course she was still about four inches from hilting inside, and there was just a bit of bulge in the wiggling pig’s tummy from the stretch. 

The poor boy was still sore from the hour long pounding from Uno earlier and the whole gloryhole ordeal with the whole array of ding dongs in him, and while the burning desire to get bred was still pumping through him on all cylinders, it still ached and hurt a bit to get fucked by another large member like that.

Clint was just sheepishly looking up at Marie, the very tip of his tongue peeking out as she loomed over him, humping and thrusting lustily into her target. “Boobies?”

“Fuck’s sake, Clint.”

She stopped fucking for a moment to reach both hands down and began pulling her hoodie up and over her head, exposing the petite, perky B cups, a tiny bit of paunch with a black happy trail of silky fur from her belly button down, and a black star tattooed over her left kidney, with a little trail of rainbow stars trickling off of it. Already, her pale, naked body was shiny with a thin sheen of sweat, making her look oiled up for a competition in the lighting of the apartment.

Clint looked like he’d died and gone to heaven. His own vulpine prick was fully unsheathed and resting against his belly, though the sight caused it to give a heavy throb and smear some goopy off white into his belly fur, before he remembered that he actually had a ready to fuck hole in his hands.

The fox scooped up a bit of the precum from his dick, tilted the toy to the side a bit, and pressed two fingers right up into the puckered, exposed tailhole. The digits smeared around the already slippery inner walls of the pig’s ass as the poor boy hunkered down heavily into the corner of the couch, jaw clenched, fingers clinging to the couch as he’s molested so heavily while he gets railed by the hot deer goat girl. This is so much better than fucking a pocket pussy in a sterile white lab, he thought to himself.

As Marie plowed away at the makeshift fuck sled she’d made, her member continued to throb and jab at the barrier inside the pig, forcing squirts and droplets of precum into it messily. Rather than the whole “Ow that hurts, that’s a solid barrier that doesn’t open” deal, O’Hara seemed to have designed these organs with horny furries in mind. So, after another bout of rough slamming, the satyr’s hips shot forward about four inches. The four inches remaining, actually, left her balls deep in Doz’s cunt, with four whole inches of pulsing buck cock twitching and stretching the space inside of the pig’s womb.

Of course, the jerk forward caused Clint to roll back a bit, giving Marie just a tiny glimpse of the almost feral diamond shaped pucker of his purplish colored tailhole flesh, before he leaned forward once more and the sight was covered by the plump, mostly hairless black nuts the size of large chicken eggs.

So, as Marie continued to pound into the shuddering, wiggling pig, Clint flipped the pocket butthole around, plopped his fingers free with an audible *Shlick*, and pressed it down onto the tip of his foxhood. A low moan escaped the todd as he immediately jerked his hips upwards on instinct, sinking himself clear up to the half formed knot in one quick movement. “Hey, calm yourself, it’s like you’ve never fucked anyone before.”

“Guh guh… Oh god. No, sorry, sorry.” Moaned out Doz, as the added pressure in his guts and the poking from Clint’s eight incher in particular caused a warm, fuzzy tingle in the pig, followed by Marie going stiff as she felt a warm spray against the fluffy pubic tuft and the top of her sheath, then trickling down over her balls to drip rapidly from the cleft fluff and onto the carpet. The heavy scent of urine hit the satyr and fox in the nose. Clint blushed deeply, cock throbbing extra hard and depositing a heavy splatter of precum into the pig’s butt. “That’s uh. Kinda hot actually.”

“Shut up Clint, he obviously didn’t mean to, you fucked him too hard.”

“What? No, I was fucking him way lighter than you were.”

A sigh escaped Marie as she reached over and patted the blushing porcine on the tummy bump, blushing ever so slightly to herself because she could actually feel the pat against her deeply buried cock. “Don’t worry too much, Doz. If I kicked people out of bed for pissing in my lap, I’d have no hunky roo boyfriend. It happens.”

Doz seemed to relax just a bit and his opinion of Marie went up quite a bit at that moment. Of course, then Clint did the worst possible thing right then and honked Marie right on the boob. This prompted her to elbow him right in the muzzle and cause him to yip loudly in surprise and pain. “Watch the claws, jackass.”

Like a scolded child, Clint scooted back a little, hunkering down as he idly jerked himself off with the portal sleeve slowly.  It took about forty five seconds before he was back to happily panting and holding the portal with both hands. His hips were bucking just a bit with instincts that the fox just couldn’t resist. Clint’s knot clapped off of Doz’s tailhole over and over, adding to the pleasure of Marie rutting him womb deep over and over.

It took a bit longer, but after a while, the three playmates had synchronized their movements, with Marie and Clint, it was rapidly thrusting, with Doz, he’d gotten a bit more control of his clenching inner muscles to try and milk and squeeze the throbbing shafts as much as possible. The pig was absolutely dripping with arousal, the clear fluids running down the front of the couch and all over the deer girl’s balls and inner thigh fur.

*Plop* Doz let out a loud squeak as he felt the fox’s knot slip up inside his ass. Immediately, the bulb of flesh began to swell up in the pig’s butt, locking him quite firmly to the fox, sort of. It’s silly with portals. With a knot just a bit bigger than a tennis ball, Clint couldn’t pull out if he wanted to.

Almost immediately, the fox was pinned down against the back of the couch by Marie’s deceptively powerful hand around his throat. “What did I fucking say about knotting him?!?”

“Sorry! Sorry! Please don’t kick me out of the party or ban me! Please! It was an accident, I didn’t mean to tie, it just popped in and felt sooooooo good.” 

The fox’s ears were splayed flat. The tip of his tail was even curled submissively! Marie’s hand tensed around his neck for a moment, before she let out a low groan of pleasure. When he’d been knotted and all the action started, Doz had clamped down like a bench vice around both members. Despite her anger at Clint, she couldn’t help as her heavy sack tensed and pulled tight to her body. The cock that was buried straight to Doz’s womb began to violently erupt in almost pudding thick volleys of pressurized satyr spunk!

He could feel his womb fill to the brim in four or five shots and couldn’t help himself. The pig came HARD, muscular walls undulating as he gave another hearty squirt across Marie’s lap.

Clint was just about to go over his edge and pump a load of fox batter, but instead a surprised, somewhat pained yip escaped the vulpine as Marie’s hand grabbed tightly around those furless black orbs of his and pulled them tight in her grip. She hoisted them upwards, forcing the fox to lift his hips up or risk hurting himself. The satyr yanked her hips back, pulling the fourteen inch buck dong free with a splort of cum gushing from the gaped pig cunt. Less than a second after she had pulled herself free of Doz, she’d already speared her way into the fox’s undefended and likely virginal tailhole, right up to the base. 

    There wasn’t even a fight, Clint was scared of the girl with her hand on his throat and his balls. She had him pressed back against the couch, balls resting heavily against the base of his tail as her cock throbbed away inside his bulged up tummy, load still pumping heavily, filling the poor fox’s guts with enough cum to fill a pint glass. 

    While everyone was shocked, more than a few had grown increasingly erect at the sight of the fox being shown his place. About two seconds into getting a fresh load of deer jizz squirted into him so roughly, he ceased his whining and whimpering, and the mumbled, “But I’m a top.” lies, and let out a long moan of pleasure. Sure his ass ached from the forced penetration and the lack of stretching before the big one, but his prostate was getting mashed flat, the satyr girl smelled and looked absolutely heavenly to him, and to top it all off, he had already been on the very verge of cumming before he had gotten interrupted.

    Boom, Doz felt the throbbing in his butt increase, followed by the warmth starting to rocket up into his tunnel, one squirt of cum after the next. It was nowhere near the amount Marie had put out, but it still managed to displace enough of the tunnel that more globs of the satyr’s cum was forced out of his pussy, and down the front of the couch in an audible *Glop*

    Finally, it seemed as though Marie had finished her climax enough that she could look the fox in the eyes. Clint’s tail was flip flopping around like he was wagging it, but it was a nervous display of submission. “You’re gonna be a good boy and provide your hole to replace little Doz’s butt until you’re able to pull out. Understood?”

    “Wait but… I’m a…”

    “I said, understood?” She asked as she released her grip on his balls to grasp around the base of her cock, slowly but surely dragging it free of the wriggling fox and plopping the heavy meat beside his balls and up onto his tummy as her cum gushed from the gaped, winking, sloppy foxhole.

    A series of rapid nods escaped the fox, his cheeks deep in a blush. “Good, you’ve given consent. Now, hop up, bow to Doz, and bend over the arm of the couch for Cane while I take Doz into the bedroom for some fun. You boys…. Enjoy your new fox toy until the portal slides off his dick.”

    With that, she pressed the little button on his choker collar, causing it to light up red. The fox gave a stutter, but he already knew what the chokers did, everybody wearing them had to sign a thing before they got them. Basically, his body would follow the commands given to the collar as long as he wanted to, deep down anyway. They were getting paid a good bit by O’Hara to test them, so of course they all signed up for it.

    As Marie helped Doz to his floppy, noodle legged feet, she grabbed the portal pussy and took it along with her, leaving  Clint as the only viable option, unless they wanted to fuck one another, which a few actually did, but a few were grinning hungrilly as the collar caused the fox to hop up from the couch, somewhat waddle over, and bend over the arm of the couch with his face against the musky cushions and cum smears. He let out a whimper, hiking up his tail to show that his leaking butt had finally clinched up enough that you couldn’t see inside him anymore, but the cum continued to slowly ooze out of him, whether he liked it or not. It was all over his balls and his thighs and the bottom of his tail. Sure he was making a show of how embarrassed he was about the whole thing, but oh god this was the hottest thing he’d ever done, was he actually a bottom slut?