With a sniffle, Isabel raised her head from her dampened pillow, her dreaded whimpering sobs finally had subsided, she could hardly believe how little she mattered to the Atlantean whenever those people were involved, their priority always dwarfed her own. But this night was a tad different from nights before, usually Zera would of been there by now, to comfort her, give her the attention she wanted, with a plateful of the food she refused to share with the others, but he was nowhere to be found, and it had to have been hours now, right?
Huffing, her sadness finding room to move over for disappointment, she got to her feet and adjusted her hair, before exiting the room, heading downstairs to find her oblivious boyfriend and give him a piece of her mind, finding the dining room empty. The table was perfectly cleaned, the lights dimmed or off entirely, the candles extinguished and not a body, digital or warm, to be found.
“H- hello?” she asked confusedly, her head turning to and fro hoping for a response, of which she received none.
Her attention span was never the greatest, even when they were previously in that bunker, while doing her best to obey her boyfriend’s wishes and the orders given, she couldn’t focus on those ancient fuses properly to get the stupid lights on, who even cared about some cruddy bunker, they’re better off without it. And this waiting in the dining room was no exception to her disinterested personality.
“Zera, if this is some sort of prank, I’m not touching you for a week!” She barked out into the empty room. “A MONTH!” She reinforced, yelling louder, still no reply.
Something was up, there’s no way she would be so firmly ignored even in the name of one of the group’s pranks.
Her eyes darted to the doorway as a slight, soft, smashing sound was audible, was that…glass?
With a confused, near fearful feeling growing over her, Isabel left the dining room, slowly, methodically going up the stairs toward the crashing sound’s origin, were they under attack? She was no fighter, if not for Zera, she’d never have survived any conflict she saw, hopefully if there was an intruder, the others would be near to help.
If only what she were to discover would have been so simple.

–Earlier–

“Careful with that, you know how much it means to me…” Boyd softly spoke, his smiling, alluring reflecting the candlelight up into Zera’s eyes, a beautiful sight the parrot could stare into for hours.
“You’re telling me hun, I made it!” Zera replied, his hands delicately removing Boyd’s painstakingly crafted turquoise chest plate, a gift from the very same hands that had created it for the loving avian as a gift from the ‘santa’ himself during their first Christmas together, a possession the bird wore proudly.
As it was taken off, the soft, fluffy feathered smooth skinned chest of Boyd breathed in and out softly, his excited body emitting sweat from its toned surfaces, his eyes locked onto Zera’s like devoted targets.
“I never get to tell you how f- friggin hot you are…” Zera bit his lip as he leaned his head downward, unpursing his lips to deliver warm, intentional kisses to that dampened chest.
“B- Both in temperature…and looks?” Boyd, ever the fun friend to be around teased, as he returned the Atlantean’s loving kisses with caresses to the back of his head.
“S- shut up…” Zera teasingly chuckled as he kissed down his beloved bird’s frame, his lips nearing the sweat dampened, heavily breathing stomach and lower still, inching his affectionate smooches closer and closer to the parrot’s pulsing member, it’s lengthy snow white inches emitting heat over Zera’s face as he arrived in front of it.
“We really…doing this?” Zera asked, hardly expecting any other answer than the one he received.
“It’s rude to talk with your mouth full…” Boyd coyly replied, his feathery hands gripping firmly around Zera’s head, and before the boy could reply, his pulsating member was suddenly, firmly sheathed upwards into Zera’s accepting, damp mouth.
Outside the door, a gathering watched through the crack opened by Aster, just as planned, the door was unlocked and the figures peering through enjoyed the show of Boyd and Zera finally bridging the gap from friendship to much, much more.
“Holy…Mackerel…” Hiccup said with disbelief, his jaw hanging low in surprise.
“Shut that thing, you’re gonna catch flies.” Jake teased, placing his red, clawed hand over his friend’s jaw pushing it upward. 
“I am not surprised. I calculated a 98% chance of success with them having…sex!” Robotboy chimed in, his own smooth, mildly twitching robotic shaft growing in excitement, his blinking bright eyes focusing deeply on the couple sharing their first true intimacy.
“You don’t need a computer for that, just look at them go…” Aster grinned. “What a good boy…” He encouraged from behind the others gawking into the door frame, his height an advantage in this viewing.

“F- fuck…Zera…you’re so fucking good…” Boyd encouraged, his hands still firmly tugging downward on the atlantean’s hair, his hips gyrating upward and back as Zera’s mouth drooling and wet engulfed over the avian’s pulsing, veiny white shaft, the precum oozing from his beloved parrot’s tip sending his head lower around it’s length hardly needing the forceful thrusts Boyd delivered, though they were more than welcome, his toes curled in bliss as he felt that warm, pulsing rod hit the back of his throat, his light skinned cock still in the confines of his leggings leaking his own fluids into their fabric.
“D- deeper…y- you dirty boy…” Boyd teased, knowing from overhearing his unfortunate yet semi-common nights with the lesser girl, what his newly cemented lover liked to hear. Whereas she always had some sort of contention with such dirty talk, Boyd had no such filter. “You dirty…dirty…little…slut.” He added with moans pausing his speech, his cawing pleasureful huffs impossible to speak through.
Zera pushed down with passion, his eyes closing, tears forming at the corners as he was unable to breath for a moment, his tightening larynx squeezing and milking over Boyd’s pulsing rod, months of pent up, desiring love and lust culminating in three, firm, loudly screamed, words of pleasure from the parrot. “I’m…Gonna…Cum!” He screamed out, his hands tightly grasping over Zera’s head and thrusting upward, rutting each bulging inch into the atlantean’s windpipe as a gushing torrent of digitalic avian seed spattered into his lover’s eager throat.
Zera whined loudly around Boyd’s emptying cock, squelching gulps of his swallowing echoing through the room while his soft palms caressed the avian’s hanging, twitching scrotum, rubbing and caressing it to ease his partner’s intense orgasm free.

He could of savored that warm, gushing fluid for hours, if not for the door swinging open suddenly behind him, sending his head off of the panting mess that was Boyd, looking behind him with cum dribbling down his lips, he gulped a mouthful of that load down nervously as he was caught, red handed, by the individuals now well exposed from their hiding spot. The door had swung open due to the clumsy, slipping body of Gumball, who attempted to get a better view of the action happening, pushing his head just over his feet, sending him falling into the room, the others all standing behind him with various looks of pleasure, excitement, and annoyance at the clumsy feline.
“M- My bad, dudes…” Gumball said as he stood up, brushing himself off. “Hey Zera, Boyd, you guys having fun?, it must be a good talk, really getting a mouthful eh?” 
Zera went pale as he realized they'd been found out, what initially was a private moment between his bird and himself now on full display for each of them, Aster, Hiccup, Gumball, Jake, RB, and…Wait…
“Don’t worry, little Santa, she’s not here.” Aster reinforced, as he pushed himself kindly past the obstacle, the bodies of the others.
“I…Don’t…W- what…?” Zera whimpered in disbelief, his eyes turning back to Boyd, who simply returned the look with a confident, well pleasured smirk.
“Y- You knew?” He asked, Boyd nodding his head softly in confirmation.
“It’s not like I’m the only one who likes you, silly…” Boyd spoke, as the others poured into the room, the last one in, Hiccup, shutting the door, this time latching it secure.
“What…is happening right now…” Zera asked, as the footsteps of his friends and comrades walked toward him.
“Just…relax and enjoy the…fun.” Robotboy chimed in, boosting himself upward suddenly and delivering a firm, yet not harmful push to Zera’s back, sending the underage bodied Atlantean onto his back on the bed with a thump.
He had no time to react, his pleasure from milking Boyd dry had hardly worn off as he was suddenly under various grabbing hands, Jake’s clawed fingers were undoing the sides of his tunic, tugging them free and exposing his smooth, muscular frame to the candlelight and eyes of the others. Hiccup, never the type to shy away from jumping in head first to a situation, gripped ahold of Zera’s boots and socks, tugging them off with no hesitation, as Robotboy planted his dainty, yet firmly proportioned body atop of the atlantean’s chest, his eager, pulsing pearly white shaft intently plopped on his face. “Please, Zera? Do it?” He half pleaded, half demanded. 
Zera was unable to refuse, this side of his desires had been buried forever, he eagerly opened his mouth and allowed RB’s smooth tip to find its way into his licking mouth, as Aster arrived between the groping, grabbing, stripping group.
“I think I’ll do the honors, I’ve been wanting to do this for a long…long time.” Aster coyly spoke, his gravelly voice lowering as his broad, older hands reached intently to the smaller, writhing, pleasured atlantean’s waist, tugging his baggy blue pants downward, his lapine claws tying with his underwear, removing all confinement to his lower half in one easy swipe downwards.
Now a gagging, laying, fully naked mess, Zera was at the full mercy of his friends, not too much of a change, usually they were all relying on his assistance in the battlefield, now relying on his assistance in a much more intimate way, he was surrounded by the eager forms on either side.
“That…feels…so good…” RB droned out, his curvy, metallic body dripping in sweat, his arms going weak at his sides, as he swayed his hips forward and back, gently yet deeply grinding his lengthy digital, underage shaft into the accepting, tongue swirling mouth of his friend.
“Don’t forget about me bro…come onnn…” An impatient Gumball whined out, his brown trousers undone at the front, his many inches of hung teen feline cock dangling from his fly while he moved forward, guiding Zera’s smooth, fair skinned palm to its length, the already occupied atlantean firmly stroking over it’s girthy shaft. “Just like that…oh y- yeah…” the Feline moaned out in pleasure.
“Good thinking, I’ll have what he’s havin’.” Jake grinned in reply, mounting the bed and crawling over near the relaxing, recovering Boyd, allowing his lengthy red scaled dragon shaft to flop directly into the warm free hand of Zera, which in a rhythm with his other, began pumping the scaly’s length in tandem as it began hardening inch by inch to the affectionate strokes.

To the side, taking care not to intrude too hard, was Aster and Hiccup, their hands caressing over the atlantean’s toned abs and exposed thighs, Hiccup’s right hand wrapping firmly around the pleasure causing boy’s sixteen inches of preteen appearing cock, giving it an encouraging squeeze as the Viking smiled widely. “That’s it, show them a good time…” He spoke as he gingerly stroked Zera. The Atlantean moaned out, sending vibrations over RB’s twitching smooth cock, the robot letting out various tones of pleasured beeps and sighs, his digital eyes narrowing to lines as sweat dripped down his cheeks and body, his hips quivering in pleasure “Zera…That is the spot…I am c close…” He droned out with intense, breathy tones.
That didn’t take long, he must be loving this, Zera thought to himself as he tightened his throat as much as it’s recently fucked confines could, squeezing without hesitation in pure pleasure as Hiccup’s hand stroking his own length kept his body in tense, deep lustful sensation.
Robotboy, incredibly happy, and panting in excitement, gave his sweaty, small hips a thrust forward, rutting his shaft into Zera’s accepting throat, rope after rope of the thick, spattering synthetic cum flooded down his throat, the atlantean eagerly swallowing every spurt he could, the excess spattering around the corners of his lips, painting his face and the bed beneath in RB’s expulsions.
“Good boy, such a good little slut, I knew you’d handle it well.” Aster teasingly encouraged, hardly able to contain his own lust at this point as he hovered over the cum guzzling preteen bodied atlantean beneath him.
At this point, RB had flopped near Boyd, who’s twitching white shaft was swelling with recovered, ready for round two excitement, the innocent minded, excited robot taking a moment to enjoy the sensations of his friend’s swallowing moments before. Jake and Gumball still matted the atlantean’s hands with precum, as Hiccup released his grip over Zera’s pulsing, endowed member, and moved his way up to the now free, cumspattered mouth. “Can I get a little love here…?” He pleaded with Zera, the lustful brained boy unable to formulate a word through his tender, sensitive well fucked throat, as he nodded his head, ready to take a third. 
All thoughts of Isabel, any guilt, any memories, all of it was gone, replaced by the musk, sweat, cum, and groaning pleasure of the group, each using a digit or part of him, except for one, obvious spot, that Aster was already lining himself up with, wrapping the fair boy’s legs around his fluffy blue waist, letting his dominating, lengthy Pooka shaft rest atop the twitching shaft of his Santa.
“Are you ready, my little boy, my little slut, I won’t go easy…” Aster grinned as he recoiled his hips slowly backward, dragging his cock along Zera’s sending moans along Hiccup’s shaft which was already halfway down his well used gullet.
“Mhmm!” Zera managed to moan, his eyes closing in pleasure as he relaxed his backside to accommodate Aster’s fully grown lagomorph length which now prodded at his soft, eager pucker.
“He’s just getting you ready for me, eheh…” Boyd grinned as he rolled off the bed, wanting to take a position to get a better view of the four shafts servicing his beloved atlantean, his left talon foot grazing the nightstand as he rolled, swiping the lamp clean off of it’s surface, sending it to the hardwood floor with a loud, audible, SMASH.

Approaching the door with nervousness growing by the step, Isabel knew there were people in there, there had to be, such a loud smash couldn’t have been coincidence.
Her fists balled in a defensive posture as she reached the wooden door obstructing what passion befell inside the room from her vision, the first things she heard were noises, no, talking. Talking inside Aster’s room? He was not one to just leave the confines of his space open, who was in there?
“Smooth move…ugh..fu- fuck…” Jake’s voice teased, followed by moans.
“Sorry! I was just trying to get a better position…” Boyd’s voice trailed in reply, muffled through the wooden door.
“It’s fine, focus on what we’re doing, forget the lamp…just like you’re going to forget her, right, slut?” Aster’s voice carried.
“Mhmm! MHMM!” moaned out a muffled, cock obstructed voice, slurping before and after those words left it.
“That's a good slut, such a good, dirty, little boy…” Aster’s voice continued.
Isabel was shocked, appalled, and paralyzed momentarily as her blond hair was firmly planted against the door, her unwilling, disgusted ear against the coarse surface, hearing each spoken word and sound that oozed through the cracks. They were having a fucking orgy in there, these disgusting people were having sex with eachother, no doubt Zera had left them alone to do this, no self respecting atlantean mate of hers would be accepting of this, but she just had to be sure.
Her irritation rose, at the same time as Aster’s pleasure, the lengthy shafted rabbit was bucking his older, broad hips in and out of Zera without remorse, bulging the stomach of the adoring, whining, sweating mess that was the boy beneath him, his precum gushing into the tight, warm depths of his adoring santa, his narrow by nature eyes closing as his achingly throbbing Pooka shaft warmed Zera’s insides with radiating heat.
“Fucking little whore, fucking underage faggot… bet you never had it this deep…” Aster said through gritted teeth.
“I bet the fag’ll love mine even more…” Boyd stroked himself, his erection fully sprung forward with excitement and anticipation as he playfully teased the older Pooka plowing his lover.
Without warning, Jake let out a fiery, breathing howl, as his crimson shaft pulsated violently in Zera’s soft, sweaty palm, gushing ropes of his reptilian seed out over the atlantean’s forearms, onto his chest and over his torso, the seed trailing like gutters downward over his supple prepubescent abs, a rope firmly spattering onto Hiccups shaft, which buried that seed into Zera’s mouth by proxy of the viking’s thrusts into it.
“A little warning next time, sheesh.” Hiccup groaned, the warmth of Jake’s seed spattering onto his own lengthy cock sending admittedly hot pleasure through it as he picked up the pace, thrusting into Zera’s mouth and throat more feverishly.

Gumball let out sighs of pleasure but recoiled slightly, removing his lengthy feline cock from Zera’s weakening grasp, letting it’s pre leaking tip dangle nearby while Hiccup railed into his tight, delicate throat, watching and choosing to stroke himself in speciation. “You got a good grip on things for sure, Zera, but I’m gonna wait to feed you too…So hurry up.” He spoke, giving Hiccup a playful swat on the ass as his sweaty cheeks were so exposed while the viking thrusted intensely in and out of Zera’s warm maw.
Aster growled out between his gritted teeth, his grip over Zera’s hips pushing deeply, lightly clawing at the atlantean’s sweaty rump as he snarled. “You wanted this you fucking dirty little slut, take this fucking LOAD.” He ordered, pushing his hips one final time, breeding the atlantean with a rushing, potent load of his lupine seed, torrentially spattering the little boy’s tightly gripping rear.
In fury with their deplorable debauchery, Isabel finally lost her patience, removing her head from the door just as Boyd had made his way between Zera’s legs, the lengthy, well milked cock of Bunnymund was peeled away from the cum oozing, stretched out boy’s hole.
Hiccup had thrusted his hips a few more times before succumbing to the same intense pleasure the beloved atlantean delivered to the others, his long brown hair matted in sweat as he gripped over Zera’s head, choosing to pull out instead, letting his lengthy cock erupt in face painting cum, splattering the smiling, fucked silly boy’s face with groans escaping his lips, the viking’s balls empty with every stroke over his shaft, as the base rested firmly on Zera’s accepting, white drenched face.
Isabel infuriated with the constant moaning of these…degenerates…brought her leg back, if the URA had taught her anything, it was how to take a door down, she swung her right foot into the door in a firm, blunt kick right below the handle as she was taught, but her weak frame hardly made it shake, this would take a few more kicks.
Meanwhile inside, Boyd had rested his own cock atop his beloved Zera’s, his length throbbing in synergy with his atlantean lover’s, their bodies drenched in sweat and lustful evidence of their fun, as Hiccup had moved aside, Gumball still electing to watch and stroke himself.
“You gonna fuck his face or not…?” Boyd asked, only momentarily while lining his erect, raw, shaft with his lover’s accepting, cum oozing pucker.
“Naww, wouldn’t want to spoil the moment, I can wait.” Gumball grinned, continuing his pawing while the lovers prepared themselves.
Just as Boyd pushed his hips forward and uttered the words “F- Forget that dumb, idiotic, ugly fucking whore, you’re mine, you’ve always been mine…”, the door came flying open with a splintery kick, as the degeneracy she oh so wanted to intrude upon came into full view, and full earshot, of Isabel, who finally breached her way in.

“Well speak of the cunty devil and she shall appear…” Spoke a well drained, pleasured, and hardly in the mood for her bullshit, Aster, grinning as his deflating cock swung between his legs. “What’s wrong whore, you like seeing this?” He motioned downward, savoring the victory over her incessant annoyance. “Your lovely ex just milked it dry.” 
“E- Ex?” Whimpered Isabel, as her eyes focused and made the realization that Boyd’s words sent searingly through her mind.
There, soaked in semen from the majority of the group she hated, moaning as she had never comparably seen, a loving, cum matted expression over his face of pure bliss that she couldn’t believe he was capable of let alone had, was Zera, her beloved boyfriend, stolen, used, and openly displayed by each of the others she disliked.
“You…no…no no no no…” she whined, her eyes filling with tears.
“This response was calculated, you are…always a very annoying, cry baby!” Robotboy stacked on, sitting on the edge of the bed, cutely letting his legs swing, and a well drained, saliva matted cock hanging openly between them. 
“Yeaah…you might want to go, Isabel, you clearly aren’t invited here.” Hiccup added, patting the cum soaked abs of his friend, Zera, as he spoke, in a slightly defensive posture, his breath heavy as he was still reeling from the orgasm the dumb bitch’s ex had eagerly given him.
Without a word, Boyd turned his head back toward the whimpering, heartbroken pain in his neck, his grin widening as he pushed his hips forward, sighing in pleasure as he assuringly entered his beloved atlantean’s well lubricated insides for the first time, his tongue hanging from his beak in savoring lustful bliss as he spoke. “How’s it feel, you righteous fucking harlet? To see him actually happy? Now get your face out of here before you ruin my boner…I’m trying to fuck Zera…my beloved slut Zera…” He seared into Isabel with his cold, calculated, intentional words.
As Zera’s stomach bulged outward, inch by inch of his loving, lustful Parrot pushing inside of his depths, his body at near capacity of cum and affection, he couldn’t even bring a detailed slurry of insults himself, though he admittedly wanted to. It had been months of walking on eggshells to even keep her from sobbing let alone showing him love. And never had she shown him this much deep, true, passionate love in her entire time there. He could only, through stifled moans, utter one, final word. 
“G- Goodbye.” 

With tears in her eyes, she turned toward the door, unable to stomach another moment of watching her mate, well, stolen love, being shamelessly and eagerly used by his friends, his pleasured, guiltless expression burned into her eyes as she managed to rebut.
“I’ll just…pack my shit…and leave you fu-fucking degenerates to it…” She sobbed, as she took a step.
“Don’t bother, Already took care of your stuff after dinner while Boyd and Zera made sweet, sweet love earlier…It’s out front.” Jake replied, from his relaxed position, leg over leg laying on the bed while Zera was moved up and down near his side by Boyd’s pleasured, caw filled, loving thrusts.
Why was he courteous after all this? Maybe at least one of these heartless bastards had  some sort of consideration.
“W- whatever…” Isabel whined as she ran out of the room.
“Bout time, no way I would have been able to nut with her beady eyes on me…” Gumball said with relief as he finally took a spot above the eager, moaning atlantean's face, positioning himself behind his head to give the lovingly thrusting Boyd a high five in brotherly solidarity while his lengthy blue feline cock found its way into Zera’s mouth.
As Isabel arrived out front, the doors shut behind her, she descended the front stairs to the courtyard of the mansion, where she was greeted with her bags, gifts, blankets, everything that Zera had given her, or that she held dear, sprawled out on the damp grass, the sulfury smoke still rising off their charred remains, the dragon fire had been all encompassing, she fell to her knees and let out a shrill, destroyed, wail of agony, the bitter harpy had lost, everything.
A few moments later, after the eager teen feline had bred a load of seed down Zera’s throat, and the admittedly pleasing wails of his now discarded, useless ex echoed through the window, his scratchy, abused larynx had enough strength through moans ushered out of his lips by Boyd to invitingly speak softly to the Amdrag who still lay comfortably nearby. Being told what Isabel would be expecting when she arrived outside prior to the cocky, grinning young adult dragon.
“You get my throat next…if you want it…Jakey…” Zera offered, rewarding the crimson dragon’s salt in the cunt’s wounds.
Jake grinned, toothily, as Boyd continued railing away so passionately and lovingly at Zera’s stretched tailhole, he shrugged his shoulders.
“I think maybe I’ll just warm your insides up next…if Boyd doesn’t mind, only friendly to warm up sore muscles and all.” Jake coyly replied.
Boyd’s beak opened wide, his tongue falling out, his orgasm nearing with every passionate thrust into his adoring, now mate, Zera, as he spoke through intense, lustful thrusts and heavy, loud breathing.

“Not a chance…I’m not pulling out…all…night…long.” Boyd spoke firmly, securing his place, as he pushed his head downward, latching his beak with Zera’s lips, the two of them sharing an intense, genuine kiss, just as Boyd bred his newly beloved mate deeply, their hands latching together, in the eyesight of his beloved friends, they sealed their lives to come.
And while Zera’s shaft erupted in hands free, passionate orgasm against his beloved Boyd’s abs atop of him. He chuckled to himself at the natural humor, mixed with his pleasure, their lives together as mates were not the only thing coming…

So was he.