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Poker Night at Kink

June 2024 Flavor of the Month: Six Pack

It was that time of year again when the dark came into the light. When leather and straps, boots and harnesses, whips and chains came from the basements and dungeons shone in the summer sun. Polished and shiny, or raked and frayed, all manner of synthetic or natural was proudly on display. From the co-workers who needed to hide their face behind aviators and leather caps, to the shameless public fuckers who love giving the voyeurs their kicks, Pride was in full bloom. Or more accurately, Kink was in full swing.

Sure, there was a street roped off for the rainbow beads and ribbons, but only one street over tents and pavilions were filled with leather, hoods, and chains, all clinking and straining with that freshly broken in smell. Venders with crazy hair, or no hair and covered in tats, were selling their crafted leather to masters to give to their leather pups on leashes. A fire hydrant had been busted off to the side to gush water into the street to let the poor bois drink and keep their paws cool against the asphalt. Raging music blared from a square where a live band was performing in full gear, their lead singer a massive daddy badger with his dick flopping between his legs with a duo of backup singer pups leashed to his cock ring accenting their master's howls and moans into the mic.

Condoms of various sizes and colors were passed out frequently and discarded just as fast, fucking, sucking, and peacocking were all part of the fun. The only article of clothing required were wristbands proving the attendee was of age, and what they openly consented to, if anything. Plenty of red bands just proved you could be about drinking and fucking, much of the ask first type of crowed, but just as many green bands were about to be bottoms, and plenty more purple signifying “Free Use."

One such purple band was around the neck of a pup, the man on all fours with scales of gray and green over his powerful muscles. He wore a leather gimp hood that hid his face, but left his maw open for his long, forked tongue to flick out, the eye holes zipped shut. He wore leather kneepads and pup pads for his feet and hands to prevent the pavement from harming him. His long, powerful tale slinking out behind him attached to a back that was tanned by the sun, his scales dark and rippling over rows of muscle, his chest just as defined, but caged in a harness with a leash hooking onto it's back.

He was a komodo dragon, though hard to tell when his face was covered up. He was thick, powerful and strong. He had a muscled gut and powerful pecs that he loved to press against the ground, but currently the lizard's maw was wrapped around the shaft of a twink leopard who was cracking his claws against the brick wall. The leopard's toes were fanned, his only article of clothing a leather thong that hung from his ankle as that komodo dragon slurped on his massive dong.

“Oh fuck yeah," the leopard moaned. “Good boy, good Fucking boy…" The leopard was young, barely old enough to legally drink in the states, and his eyes were rolling into the back of his skull. Though, when he said that, the drake stopped sucking.

“Fuck…what? Did I do something wrong?"

“Just improper manners," the man holding the drake's leash rumbled in a thick Creole accent. The leopard followed the leash to the lizard's owner. A croc, skin white and eyes blood red was clad in leather. The drake had a leather cap, leather coat, and assless chaps with a prestigious cod piece. He was leaning against a lamppost that was currently unlit, the afternoon light still too much to let the lamps flicker on. The croc's boots scraped against the pavement as he adjusted the weight from one foot to the other as he gave a sly smirk. He had to be just under seven feet of bulk, making the large lizard on the ground look small in comparison.

“You're supposed to thank me for letting you use my property," the croc chuckled. “The boi is a stickler for rules, and so am I."

“Oh fuck, sorry dude, I mean Sir," the leopard smiled nervously. “I…you raised your boi right, oh fuck, he's…ahhohhhhh!" The leopard lost his voice as the lizard started sucking again.

“Fast learner," the croc smirked. “You looking to get leashed boy? My pup here could use a playmate, and I don't mind breaking in fresh meat."

“Oh Fuuuuck!" The leopard moaned, his voice cracking as his balls bounced and that lizard gulped down that fresh, sweet nut.

“We'll see you here tomorrow right? For the parade?" The croc asked as though this were just any other day for the kinky two.

“I'll be here," the leopard gasped. “I'll…find you uh…Sir?"

“The name is Claude, the boi's name is Bayu," Claude rumbled lustfully as he gave a gentle tug on that leash, the lizard popped off that cock, his tongue lulling over his lips, thick wads of cum in his muzzle before he gulped it down, showing the leopard he had swallowed the lot of his kittens into his hungry pup gullet. “Thanks for feeding him, he's a hungry boi."

“Holy shit," the leopard blushed as his cock throbbed a drop of his seed oozing out of his cock and smacking the floor. The lizard flicked his tongue out and gave a low, lusty hiss and followed his senses to that droplet and licked it off the pavement along with any grit it picked up.

“Good boi," the cock praised his pup. “A bit of dirt ain't hurt no body. Puts hairs on your chest. We got to be off," the croc chuckled. “Got a party of our own to go to."

“Oh fuck, can I come?" The leopard asked.

“Sorry boy," the croc pulled some sunglasses from his coat, the lenses red as he flicked them open and put them on. “It's invite only, but I'm sure I'll find you later. The pup likes the way you taste."

With that the croc started walking, the lizard crawling on all fours behind him and keeping close, unable to see and keeping pace with his master.

“You like that boy a lot, don't ya Bayu?" Claude murred.

The lizard simply hissed lustfully, licking his chops as he followed the croc closely.

The walk wasn't far, just a block away from the festivities as they came to a building that had steps going down into a basement.

“Carmine," Claude said their safe word and the lizard gave a little groan in protest. “Oh come on now Bayu, you know the last time I had you walk down the stairs as a pup you nearly cracked your skull. Play time is over, time to party."

“Okay, okay," the lizard had an even deeper and smoother voice than the croc with a slight Indonesian accent. “I get it babe. Not worth going to urgent care again."

The lizard stood up and the croc unzipped the lizard's eye holes and un-cuffed his hands so he could use them again.

“I will say," Bayu smirked as he pulled his gloves off. “These things have been a great investment. No more chipped claws and burned palms."

“Anything for my good boi," Claude nuzzled Bayu and gave him a tender kiss on the nose. “Now come on, Max texted me a while ago about hurrying up."

“Oh come on, I love the young ones," Bayu chuckled. “They bust so easy and they taste so nice. I could have gotten another load from him if you just let me work my magic."

“I'm sure you would have left him a dried husk if you kept going, but we have a party to get to and I'm ready to kick my feet up."

“Sure, sure," Bayu smiled. “It's half past Miller time or whatever."

“Damn right," the croc pulled out a phone in a cute pink case with several charms on it. “Here ya go babe. Your phone has been blowing up like crazy. Plenty of people to hook up with tomorrow if you're down."

“You know it," the lizard winked at his mate as the two descended the steps into the basement to meet up with their other kinky friends. Claude opened the door for his mate, the basement filled with hodgepodge furniture that no longer had a place upstairs, along with a bathroom, and a laundryroom with a fridge in its corner.

“Hey Maxwell!" Bayu shouted as he slithered past the door. “Where the food at! All I've had is the cream of some young guy and a Gatorade."

“Oh, is that what you're calling Claude's cum now? Gator-ade?" Max said from the laundry room as he walked in. The hyena had a bit of a gut, a scruffy beard and graying chest hair coming from the crevice of his pecs. He wore a leather vest, cap, and a thong. His toe claws clicked against the linoleum as his bare paws padded across the floor. He was six feet even, his ears flicking as he eyed the two.

“Har har, very funny," Claude came in after his boi and closed the door behind him. “Don't make me beat you for calling me a gator when you know I'm a croc."

“And don't you forget who's house you're in," Max smirked and snapped his fingers. It became clear that the Hyena had a leash in his hand as the house rumbled, a massive black and white beast crawled into the room, his mouth open and large tongue lulling out. He had to be eight feet tall and built like a tank. The orca was on his knees, only a harness on to keep him tied to the leash as he came into view.

“You both know Elias," Max smirked. “Finally broke the fucker."

“Wow," Claude whistled. “Didn't know he could be broken."

“Just needed the right motivation," Max smiled and patted the massive muscled ass of that beastly orca. “But, enough play time baby. Time to relax and party our asses off. Blueberry." Max said their safe word and the big orca chuckled standing up and brushing his arm across his muzzle to wipe away any drool or essence of Max.

“It wasn't hard once he found a way to really fist me," Elias chuckled. “Showed me topping should be left to the professionals."

“You were the bouncer on fifth, right?" Bayu asked, going up to him and snuggling up to his chest. “You're hella hot. I'd love to have a playdate sometime. Maybe our masters can set something up." The lizard have a lusty hiss.

“Sure thing cutie," Elias smirked. “I'm sure a good breeding session with two good pups would be ideal for their masters."

“You two need to learn how to keep yourselves under control," Claude came in, kicking off his boots as he swaggered over to the hyena. “Fuck, Kink get's younger every year."

“Yeah," Max revealed a duo of beers he was holding behind his back. “Got to teach the youngin's just how things are done around these parts."

Claude took the beer and looked over at the card table and smirked. “What's all that?" the gestured to the metal suitcase that was sitting in the glow of a ceiling light.

“Something for later," Max chuckled and clinked his drink against Claude's.

“Come on now little man," Claude leaned down and spoke into the hyena's ear directly. “You know I'll get it out of you one way or another."

“Don't threaten me with a good time," Max chuckled and patted the croc's face with his free hand. “I know how to make those white scales blush."

“Now who needs to reel it in?" Elias the orca chuckled, his voice deep and rumbling. “You two old guys are just as horny as us young pups."

“And don't you forget it!" Claude chuckled.

“Why don't you two grab the case from the fridge and we can get this party started," Max gestured to the two with the lip of his beer bottle. “We can tell you all the crazy shit we got into before we decided to settle down with you two little shits."

“Who you calling a little shit," Elias leaned down and huffed out his nostrils at his hyena master. “Big daddy."

Max was mid swig of beer when his orca pup huffed in his face. The hyena smiled, gripped the orca by the harness and pulled him into a kiss. A deep tongue lashing mixed with beer and cigar tainted spit.

“Don't talk dirty to me right now boi, or I'll need to really show you a thing or two," the hyena daddy murred.

“Yes Sir!" Elias huffed, his breath tainted by the taste of beer as he went into the laundry room to fetch a fresh case for everyone. Max smacked his thick ass on the way out, the thick, knee knocking cock of the orca rising a bit as he did so.

“You landed the biggest sub you could, huh?" Claude chuckled.

“Need someone large and with the stamina to keep up with me, or there really ain't no point, is there."

That was the beginning of their night, and it was only going to get looser and more crazy as it went on. Each beer, each drag, hit, and cocktail pushed them further and further, but the raunchy things they did between drinks, cigars, and grass weren't the reasons why they were gathered together. Max had much bigger plans for the night, and for the parade tomorrow.

***

“Shit Max," Bayu chuckled. “How many cases of beer did you get?"

“However much my baby could carry," the hyena smirked and nodded at the orca that was messaging his foot paws. The killer whale was cracking his daddy's toes one at a time and taking brakes to keep nursing his bottle.

“You know, I never thought I'd be into pet play so much," Elias sat up, keeping Max's foot in his hands. “Honestly, it's like being a kid again, but ya know, in a sexy way."

“That didn't come out right, did it," Claude chuckled.

“Fuck, no," Elias smacked his forehead. “I mean, fuck, it's just fun to be, like, a dude that's being kept ya know." The big orca was struggling with his words and he paused, smacked his fist against his chest and let out a rafter rattling burp. “Oh fuck, I needed that."

“That's my boi," Max was leaning back on a chair, keeping his feet in Elias' lap. “That's a real man's belch."

“Please," Elias waved off the stench. “That was weak. You should hear my old frat bros. They cracked a fucking window."

“Dude, seriously?" Bayu propped himself up on his elbows, he was on the floor enjoying the shag rug.

“Bullshit," Claude smacked another beer open, the cap flying in Elias' direction. “Aint no way a young shit like you and your buddies went and gone cracked a window belchin'." The white croc's words were starting to slur further into his accent.

“You callin' me a liar, lizard," Elias leaned down and growled into the croc's face, his teeth bared.

“You threatening me boy?" The croc locked eyes with the orca.

The testosterone in the room was palpable as the two growled and hissed at one another.

“Boys, boys, boys," Max kicked his feet up onto the table, his heels smacking on the metal case and knocking over a few empty beer bottles. “I think we have a better way of settling this little tizzy than violence."

The two broke their stare-down to look back at Max who had a cocky grin and a gleam in his eye.

“Is it time to finally see what's inside the case?" Claude crossed his arms.

“Indeed it is," Max swept his legs off the table and promptly gripped the case and flicked it open. The latches jingled as the case to revealed a poker set with a single deck of cards.

“Poker?" the crock chuckled. “You want me to take you for all your worth? You'll be out on the streets without a pot to piss in when I'm done with you."

“Nah," Elias shook his head. “My bros and I would kill it poker night at the university. You wish you could keep up."

“Sorry to say, we won't be playing with money," Max motioned for everyone to get settled in while he opened the deck of cards. They were fairly standard, red back and usual images. “We'll be playing with something far better."

“Oh shit, you finally got a set, didn't you," Claude smacked his forehead. “You got to be shitting me."

“Yeah, it's a size set," Max winked. “Enchanted and imported from a high mage."

“Yeah, High Mage eBay?" Bayu pulled up a chair just as he got his quip out.

“The very one," Max chuckled as he started to deal everyone in. As he did, the chips in the case rattled before flying out of the box and stacking themselves in front of each person. “The game is simple. Standard poker, but you're wagering your size and dominance."

“Fuck, so I'm going to start out ahead," Elias grinned, teeth gleaming in the lamplight as stacks and stacks of chips kept forming in front of him long after everyone had their stacks finished.

“Careful boy," Claude adjusted his leather cap. “Don't get too cocky before we even start. Just because you're ahead, doesn't mean we're down and out."

Max eyed the two with a sly smirk. Elias and Claude were the only two he was worried about. Bayu would fold like a house of cards if he sniffed any trouble so he wasn't going to be much of a threat in this game.

“Anti-up you two and we can play," Max tossed in a chip and the rest of the boys did the same, then they looked at their cards.

“Who's goin first?" Bayu asked.

“Youngest to oldest I say," Max smirked. “Besides, Elias is left of the dealer." The hyena jabbed his thumb at the orca and the big guy smirked and tossed in a couple extra chips.

“Raise by two," Elias rumbled.

“Fold," Bayu shrugged and put his hand down.

“You youngins," Claude shook his head in faux disappointment. “You aint got no balls on ya. Raise by ten!" Claude pushed more chips into the center of the table.

“Call," Max pushed an equal amount of chips into the center.

“Fuck you old man," Elias grinned as he pushed his chips further into the table. “Raise by two."

“Old man," Claude rolled his eyes. “You and Bayu are what, twenty five?"

“Twenty nine," Elias smirked.

“Come now Claude," Bayu rolled his eyes and let out a soft blech before nursing on his drink again. “You know I'm thirty two."

“And us forty's over here got to teach you little shits the meaning of being ballsy," Claude grinned darkly and pushed more of his stack forward. “Raise by ten," he growled wet and low.

“Fold," Max shrugged and threw his hand face down.

That rattled the orca. He paused, eyeing the chips. If he called and lost, he wouldn't be ahead anymore. That was the crocks plan the whole time as it seemed.

“Call," Elias pushed more chips into the center to match the bet. Claude smirked darkly and knocked his fist on the table.

“What you got, youngin'?" Claude growled low and wet, a hungry croc growl.

“Two pair," Elias slapped his hand down, a pair of twos and a pair of threes.

“Well, that aint bad," Claude slapped his hand down and showed he had no pairs or any kind of straight.

“Fuck yeah, those chips are mine," Elias lifted his hand to smack down on the chips, but before he could, they started to roll over to Claude

“Not quite, pup, take another look," Claude smirked.

“What the hell, it's a pig hand!" Elias snarled at the chips and tried to grab them, but they just slipped between his fingers and stacked up in front of Claude. Then he noticed it. “Shit!"

“Yeah, got me a flush," Claude's voice deepened as the cards glowed with a red energy, the lines on the card shimmering as they made it blatantly clear that all of the cards were clubs. The white croc gave a low grumble as his frame swelled, the leather jacket he had strained, the leather groaning as the croc's chest expanded, his pecs pushing the coat wider as he rose out of his chair a bit. He gave a little growl as he inched up, his teeth getting more vicious, his cod piece straining to keep back his already prestigious bits was now groaning and ready to burst.

“Fuck me," Elias groaned as he started to slip lower. The changes to Max and Bayu were miniscule, but the orca shrank down, his size washing away as he came to be a few inches shorter than the white crock that was greedily gulping up his size.

Claude had a clenched jaw as his veins pulsed with the red energy, his clothing straining to contain him as it all fought for space.

“Fuck yeah, that's the shit right there!" Claude growled. “Hey, boi, your harness is lookin' a little loose."

“Shut up," Elias shot back as one of the straps on his harness slipped off his shoulder.

“Is that all your smart mouth can come up with now?" Claude flexed his arm, the leather splitting at the seam on his jacket to show the white scaled bicep demanding more space. “Was all your brains in your brawn too?"

“This is far from over, Grandpa," Elias huffed out his nose as he took the deck from Max and started dealing. “Way far from over."

The game went on for a while with little or nothing really happening besides Bayu getting smaller and smaller, his muscle gut being added to Max's who won a couple small hands, but Bayu was starting to look more and more like a feral lizard, his body getting more lythe and tinny as time went on. Elias and Claude kept doing trades and evening out until they were both back to roughly the same size, split evenly amongst themselves. Bayu was out of the game, reduced to a little twink of a thing laying on the floor huffing as he got used to his tight body, his thick powerful muscles gone and replaced with supple flesh and curves. He was a baby dicked little gecko and everyone else was feasting on his size, snowballing it between one another with rotten hands and even trades.

Max finished dealing and the betting began.

“How's this for ballsy," Elias pushed forward a stack of chips. “Raise by twenty."

“Sounds like you're bluffing," Claude looked at his hand and back at the orca before sipping on his beer.

“Bluffing is for losers. Your little runt of a sub is nothing but a little disco stick and all his balls are now churning in these nuts, so I'm feeling pretty ballsy."

Claude pursed his lips and sighed, “Call." He pushed his chips forward.

“I'll raise by one," Max shrugged and pushed his chips into the pile.

“Come on now, you can't let the young blood show you up," Claude smacked the hyena's shoulder, the faintest flash of red showing on his cards. The orca gave a sly grin.

“I'll raise you too big daddy," Elias looked at his hyena mate and pushed more coins in. “Raise by nine."

“Someone really is showing us up huh," Max nudged Claude, egging him on.

The croc chewed on his cheek, his muzzle flexing before he pushed forward his chips. “Call."

“Call," Max did the same.

“Oh, you guys are little pussies, come on now," Elias pushed more chips into the center. “Raise by ten."

“Come on now," Claude groaned and pushed more chips forward. “Fine, call!"

“Call," Max shrugged.

This went around for a bit until Elias was satisfied and the orca knocked his fist on the table. That's when Claude's muzzle morphed into something sinister. A sly grin as he pushed more chips into the pile.

“All in," the croc rumbled. He could just taste that size already.

Elias paused, Claude was just pretending to have a bad hand so he would pile on the chips! Now that the pot was so big, he would bet everything he had on the one hand!

“I guess we're going all in," Elias pushed his chips into the center as Max rapped his hand against the table.

“Full house, edge lord!" Elias slammed his cards onto the table. “Beat that you pompus ass!"

The croc gave a low growl and a sneer of defeat.

“You're a crafty little shit," the croc sighed and put his hand on the table. “But even you can't beat four of a kind." The croc gave a cocky grin.

“No…" Elias looked at the hand, clear as day. He was beat with all the twos in the deck in the croc's hand.

“Yessss…" the croc hissed. “Get fucked, but I guess a little cum stain like you is used to getting railed by older men."

Then Claude paused, his eyes going wide as he realized the chips hadn't started rolling. He glanced over at the hyena, his beard thick and crooked with a wily grin.

“I knew Elias would get under your skin," Max smirked. “You never liked your bois getting out of line."

“You bastard, what the fuck do you have!" Claude slammed his fist on the table, the chips rattling. Max simply chuckled and put down his hand. It was a straight flush.

“You two were so concerned with one another, you forgot to even look my way." Max gave a dark chuckle as the hearts on his cards beat and glowed with a powerful red aura. The chips started rolling towards Max, the hyena giving his species signature yips and laughs as the two men before him realized that they just lost, the look of defeat on their muzzles almost as good as the winnings.

Almost…

The surge of strength smacked Max in his gut, the DILF hyena giving a low groan as his heart beat with raw power, his veins pushing up against his skin and glowing a bright red. The two other men felt their clothing getting loose, their harnesses and jackets falling to the floor as they were forced to watch the birth of a god.

“Fuck yes! I feel it! It's so much! FUCK!" Each word Max spoke grew deeper and deeper. Each muscle pulsed and writhed as though each fiber were its own living entity trying to find space in that skin sack. Then, his arm holding down the cards bulged, his fingers lengthening as the bones cracked and flexed, his claws extending as his bicep and delt shunted out of proportion, his peck doing the same, rolling out forward before splitting and forming thick mounds of muscle. He felt his obliques crunch into shape, the sound rolling over into his gut, the ball of muscle there shunting out further into an almost roided out belly of mass. That massive muscle gut shunted out, pulsing and rolling forward and ready to be rubbed and worshiped. The thick chest hair grew even thicker, the gray showing his age as his other pec rapidly shunted out to size to match its roided twin.

“Fuck yes! This is amazing! Holy shit, can you little shrimps even call yourselves men now?" Max looked down at his shrinking friends. “Fuck, and I'm still growing. I can feel all your size writhing inside me, trying to find a place to settle. Fuck!" Max's neck grew wider, his head cracking and growing before smacking against the ceiling. He had to go down on one knee, his foot slamming down on the card table and causing it to collapse, the cards and chips flying in all directions as the harness around his chest finally snapped, the metal rings and leather flying in all directions as his cock blasted out of his thong, flopping forward and filling the room with thick daddy musk. Each ball sloshed forward, then shunted further and pulled more of that sack with it into a duo of massive, bowling ball sized low hangers. That cock was always massive, but now it was pulsing out larger, fully hard and thicker than a two liter. The thick foreskin hung off that shaft as it continued to get larger, the prince albert shinning in that piss slit.

“Fuck! You could fuck my dick it's so massive! Look at that head and don't tell me it's fucking bigger than your ass! Ha! I guess I should say it's larger than a real man's ass. I bet you guys couldn't even feel the edges of my piss slit, let alone fuck it!" Max continued to gloat as his shoulders rose to hit the ceiling and his hands grew thicker, his foot paws raking further across the carpet as his balls hit the ground with their heft. That musky four foot fuck rod was already spitting out massive wads of pre, clear essence of pure man tinged white with his virility oozed over the carpet.

Max's thighs swelled then bulked and became so large the massive yeen wouldn't be able to walk without swagger again, his massive foot paws could crush his loser friends with the slightest effort. Each of his massive ass cheeks shot out and became massive beach balls of mass with his powerful tail fanning his musk behind him.

“Now, I heard you talking a lot of shit to my boy," Max rumbled lustfully as he lifted the naked white croc with a single hand, those digits still growing and gripping him easier with each passing moment. “I got a special punishment for you, Claude. I'm going to have to break you in before tomorrow. I'm going to be leading the parade."

Claude's eyes went wide as he watched that hyena grin get wider and the teeth getting sharper as they glistened with drool.

***

Quill was looking all over the place for his white croc daddy, the little leopard looking to see if he would let his pet suck him off again. That was some of the best head he ever had and he was hoping for a second round. Though, it would have to wait for the end of the parade. The leopard had found some leather he was proud to sport and some fun colored lipstick he could wear while he watched the leather walk on by. It was the usual eye candy and good boi's on leashes. Floats a plenty with many a strapped man and bondage scene, but the crowd was going wild further down.

…

Quill tried to look further back, but all he could see was the large leather cap atop some float.

…

Quill frowed, trying to get a better angle, but then he felt it, the ground was vibrating.

boom…

Quill's eyes went wide as more of that float came into view. It wasn't a float.

Boom…

The ground rumbled with each of that massive hyena's footsteps. Those massive paws cracking the pavement as they slammed down.

Boom.

The leopard could make out that cocky grin, the thick beard on his muzzle only accenting that smile. He wore a pair of giant aviators, out of the corner of his muzzle was a massive stogie.

Boom!

He stepped closer and sparks and smoke rolled from his stogie as he nodded and waived.

Boom!

More of his body came into view, the massive man had a duo of nipple piercings, and on them were a couple men! One looked like an emaciated dolphin and a little gray gecko. Their hands were cuffed to a duo of ball bearing piercings that tugged at the giant's bumpy nips with each step.

BOOM!

That massive gut had a happy trail laid out to show off his monstrous cock, that muscle gut pushing it down and out. He had white leather pulled over his cock…no! He had a man. A white croc was pulled taut over that dick, drool and cum bubbling out of his maw as he went, his massive nuts swinging beneath him.

BOOOM!

Something became very clear to the little leopard. The hyena's one hand was waiving, but the other was holding something. A massive leather leash, dozens of strands rolling out in front of him. Dozens of other furs were wrapped in leather, their heads shrouded in hoods and hooked to that leash as they ran ahead and offered other collars to all who wanted to be part of the parade.

BOOOOOM!

A leather pup scurried up to the leopard, offering a collar with a number scratched onto it, more than likely scratched on by that massive Hyena's own claws.

“Hey there little guy," The massive Hyena rumbled. Quill looked up as that monstrous figure loomed over him. “Want a daddy? As you can tell, I need a lot of pups for my needs."

Quill could hardly comprehend what was going on, but with that comment, his knees were shaking. He could hardly keep it together as he looked on with eyes wide. That croc skin condom lurched, the croc gargling as another thick wad of pre sloshed out of his muzzle and oozed over himself, those monstrous nuts only inches from the ground were leaving a snail trail of virile cock snot.

Quill was putting the collar on before he realized he was doing it. He quickly got inline, feeling that leash grip around his neck, making him want to go forward to run and frolic with his brothers. The hyena smiled and growled as energy coiled up that leash, his form getting a little larger, his body more imposing, his cock more hard.

“That's it, you'll be a fine pup number thirty seven," the yeen took a deep drag on his cigar and blew the smoke into the crowd. They all cheered as he continued on his march, gravity having that croc bounce on his dick, his balls churning with so much virility it was already reaching a fever pitch.

“Fuck, fireworks are coming early folks!" Max grit his teeth to try and hold it back, but he couldn't. His toe claws sank into the pavement as he snarled, his dick throbbed and came, those balls rising off the ground to dump their load into that croc for the tenth time that day. Thick wads sloshed in the croc's gut, ballooning it out before it was forced out of his muzzle and oozed over his balls.

“Fuck me, at this rate we'll need more pups to keep me happy." Max smiled and looked at the crowd. “Plenty more indeed."