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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

I had so much fun writing the first one, so like the movies I decided to add another bigger and better second chapter! :D This turned out longer than expected, mostly because it was so much damn fun to write. I did try a few new things in here, so I hope you all enjoy this installment.

First story found here on SoFurry: https://www.sofurry.com/view/1899583and here on FurAffinity: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/49091389/

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The plan was simple, the plan was easy, but nothing went according to plan once they let their guard down and allowed Alan into the mix again. The guys had planned to all go down to Cancún to celebrate "Dangerous" Dave's wedding; the Wildman was finally settling down. As they were all getting older and out of respect for Dave's upcoming nuptials, mostly because his future wife had also threatened them, the gang decided to forgo the traditional bachelors party and instead just have a close and intimate evening with just their inner circle. They would relax on the beach over a few drinks with a small fire, exchanging stories of the good old days. They'd even get a good night's rest, then be awake early in the morning to get ready for the wedding the following evening. As the sun was beginning to set, the fire already popping and crackling festively, the four friends had settled down for the evening and were already a few drinks in when Alan appeared out of nowhere. With his hands up in surrender, the black ram cautiously approached the group of understandably wary friends.

Initially the gang were all pissed to see him, but it had been a couple months since the "event" and Alan had apologized profusely every day since. He'd even done everything in his power to convince them he was sorry and would never do it again. Of course, no one wanted to tell a confused Dave why they didn't trust him or want him around; Alan wasn't above leaning on Dave to weasel his way back in either though. After a tense standoff, Alan was eventually allowed to join the guys around the fire, smiling ear to ear as he handed out extra-large fluffy white marshmallows and sticks to roast over the fire. More drinks flowed as the sun vanished over the horizon, casting the sky into beautiful shades of crimson and violet before the night sky began to dance with the twinkling stars up above.

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Doug awoke with a bad case of cotton mouth, sitting up in bed with a yawn as he stretched his arms high above his head. Rubbing at his blurry eyes, he was met with the sight of a big golden Orangutan Buddha statue staring straight at him once his vision began to focus. He didn't recall seeing that in their room yesterday, but then he hadn't spent much time in there before going down to the beach to meet his friends. As he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, the tiger winced at a sharp pain on his inner thigh. Leaning down to take a closer look, what he had initially thought was a bug bite turned out to be a bite Doug recognized as belonging to a canine. A curiously small bite at that, perhaps he had been entertaining one of the other wedding guests' kids and they had bitten him? The tiger yawned again before getting up and out of bed, only to stumble and fall face first to the tiled hotel room floor when he tripped over something lying beside the bed.

"Ow, fuck!" Phil snorted angrily at being so rudely awoken by a kick to his ribs.

"What's happening?" A groggy Stu asked, popping up behind the foot of the bed as he sat upright and suddenly alert, rubbing at his eyes and looking around the trashed hotel room. "My head hurts...and so does my ass..." the Dalmatian noted, a soft growl starting to build in him as he recalled Alan joining them the previous night.

"Same..." Doug concurred, suddenly feeling an unwanted and familiar ache under his tail.

"Mines fine, just my ribs are broken...thanks fatty" Phil grumbled and reached over to swat the tigers behind. "What the hell happened last night...and where'd that statue come from?"

"I thought it was here when we got here, wasn't it?" Doug turned about to look back at Phil in confusion.

"Negative Captain, that is definitely not hotel property..." Stu mumbled through a yawn and waving in the statue's general direction.

"We'll have to figure that out later, we need to get Dave up and ready for his wedding..." Phil interjected before getting to his feet and starting to look from room to room. "Uh guys, where's Dave?" the horse asked a couple of moment slater with a note of panic starting to infect his tone.

"Where's Alan?" Stu and Doug asked in unison as they looked at one another.

"You call Alan, I'll try call Dave..." Phil shouted at Stu as he scrambled for his phone and began to frantically dial. "It's going to voicemail..." Phil snorted in frustration a moment later.

"Same here..." Stu growled, hanging up the call and typing angrily as he sent Alan a text to "Answer your damn phone!"

"Hey, what's this?" Doug asked as he held aloft an odd-looking mask, turning it around in his hands.

"That's a luchador mask, you know...Mexican wrestling?" Phil absently answered between attempts to call Dave's phone.

"You mean like that old gym down the road we passed on the way here?" Doug mused aloud.

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With no answer from either Alan or Dave's mobiles, the trio headed to the only clue they had to go on so far. A few minutes later they had arrived at "El Gallo Enojado" gym, sure enough there were signs promoting amateur wrestling inside plastered to the faded and cracked painted walls. The sounds of cheering came from within as a small group of people had already gathered, or perhaps had not even left since the evening yet. As soon as they walked through the front doors, the few remaining denizens began murmuring and pointing at them, their volume quickly rising as they began to chant "perra del diablo" while pointing at Doug.

"I don't know what they're saying, but it definitely looks like we were here last night..." Phil pointed out as they quickly became the centre of attention.

"Back for more, Gringo?" a mangy looking old dog in a stained sleeveless white top and tattered brown pants asked with a grin, hobbling on over to grin up at Doug.

"Who, me? Back for more...what?" Doug asked in surprise, looking around at all the leering and grinning faces staring intently at him.

"I see you brought your mask, you no want to have another round with El Diablo?" the old dog offered with a laugh.

"El Diablo...is that why they're all saying...whatever it is that they're saying? What are they saying exactly?" The tiger asked in confusion.

"They are saying "perra del diablo" Senior, it means simply "Devil's bitch"...eh, loosely translated of course" the dog answered, leaving his words hanging in the air.

"Oh, so mister Diablo is one of your wrestlers and he beat my ass, is that it?" Doug continued on, seeming less than impressed by this turn of events.

"Si! Though he did more than just beat your ass...come, let me show you" the dog waved them on to follow him to the dingy office at the back of the gym, through the cluster of grinning men all watching as Doug walked past awkwardly.

Inside the office was a surprisingly hi-tech setup, it seemed El Gallo Enojado Gym streamed their wrestling matches online to a few illegal gambling sites. Despite his shabby appearance, the old dog was a whiz on the computers and quickly brought up the camera feed from the time the guys had entered the gym the previous night. Sure enough, Dave and Alan were still with them and by the look of how everyone was stumbling around, they were well and exceptionally drunk.

On camera they could barely make out their past selves arguing about whom would "take one for the team" and enter the amateur wrestling match for a chance to win a couple bottles of tequila. They had wanted to keep the party going and there was no better fuel for an all-night rager than free booze. It was decided they would play rock, paper and scissors to decide who would be their "champion" for the night. Doug was clearly the reluctant loser as the past Phil and Stu were seen pushing him bodily into the wrestling ring despite his pleas for them to stop. The old dog was standing at ringside and quickly forced the mask the tiger had brought back down onto his head in preparation for his debut wrestling match. Doug tried to climb out the ring a couple of times on screen, but Phil and Stu kept shoving the feline back in. At least until they saw whom he would be wrestling; collapsing in a fit of laughter and pointing behind the confused Doug. Slowly Doug stumbled and turned about, his gaze lowering from where he expected to see his opponents face, down to where the short Chihuahua actually was standing.

"You're El Diablo?" They heard Doug ask mockingly on the video feed. "Kinda cute and tiny for the terror of Mexico, ain't ya little fella?" the tiger continued to mock, even going so far as to pad over and pat the small canine on the head as if he were a child.

Without warning and as quick as a flash, the small dog had grabbed the offending paw and twisted it, along with Doug's arm, painfully behind his back. The tiger was quickly brought to his knees, but if being pinned by someone barely half his size wasn't bad enough, El Diablo pushed his pants down and began to spank Doug's bare backside as if he were an unruly child, to the cheers and encouragement of the crowd surrounding the ring.

"Get off me you little shit!" Doug roared, bucking him off and sending El Diablo flying backward. The tiger had expected to topple the mutt and gain the upper hand, but he still had not quite realized just how outmatched he was. The Chihuahua simply let himself sail through the air before bouncing off the outer ring and letting the ropes propel him back towards his opponent, whom had just turned around and stood up to be the perfect height for El Diablo.

The present timeline trio winced as they watched the little dog land on his feet and now with added momentum run straight toward and then past Doug with his head down. Although running past the tiger was a misnomer, the Chihuahua had run between the feline's legs...without ducking. The way the tiger on screen doubled over as he clutched at his balls a moment later made the three friends cross their legs subconsciously, the high pitched whine almost sounded like a the speakers had gone faulty, but when it was interrupted by a pained gasp, they all knew that unnatural sound had come from the depths of Doug's soul.

"That doesn't explain where the bite came from though..." Doug wondered aloud, thinking the match was over.

"Keep watching, Senior" the old dog grinned.

El Diablo stood atop the gasping and groaning tiger whom was clutching at his balls; waving his short little arms about in victory. Somewhere inside himself, Doug summoned a last burst of strength and rolled onto his back, raising his legs up to grapple with El Diablo and try pin him down in a karate move he remembered from a movie he'd once seen. Despite his pants having come off during the wrestling, Doug paid his bare crotch now grinding into the small canines face no mind, just so long as he had the annoying little shit pinned. It was then it happened, El Diablo growled and bit at the tiger's inner thigh hard enough to draw blood, causing Doug to yelp and roll off him onto all fours as he clutched at his painful and bleeding inner thigh.

The Chihuahua was royally pissed off with the tiger by this point, starting to run back and forth across the ring as he built up speed, waiting for the perfect moment. That moment came when a drunk Doug raised his head to see what the hell El Diablo was doing. It was then the little monster launched himself into the air and raised his knee to catch Doug right on the temple, knocking the feline out cold. Doug crumpled like a house of cards, his head hitting the floor with a thud, tongue lolling out against the dirty mat and his behind in the air.

It was then the crowd started chanting "perra del diablo" again, or rather for the first time considering the series of events. At first Doug thought they were just mocking him for losing to the small dog, or perhaps he hoped it was. Those hopes were quickly dashed when El Diablo began stripping out of his pants as he slowly circled the unconscious feline on the screen; at first Doug thought he had some sort of weapon or inflatable toy in his hand, until El Diablo finally turned to face the camera and revealed that despite his small size, he was packing.

"Oh come on!" current Doug whined, hoping against hope that past him would magically awaken before this went any further. But the ache under his tail told him that was not how things played out.

Sure enough, as the crowd continued to cheer, El Diablo moved in close behind Doug and gripped his striped tail, tugging the unconscious feline back and down to the right level. With a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, Doug watched as the small dog lined his ridiculously oversized cock up under his tail and began to push forward with only a token resistance from his unconscious past self on screen, all while the crowd erupted into laughter.

"This was our most viewed stream this month!" the old dog laughed and clapped Doug on the shoulder.

He wasn't joking either, on the bottom right of the screen was the viewer count. Aside from the dozens of people physically in the gym watching Doug get fucked by the diminutive canine, the online viewer count was in the thousands and growing rapidly. Doug groaned to himself as he realized that not only had his friends watched this all occur, but thousands of people around the world were witness to the big feline being totally dominated by a frikken munchkin!

The old dog sped up the footage as apparently El Diablo had pounded him for a good few minutes in various embarrassing positions, as if they were still performing some sort of lewd wrestling match, before finally pulling out and finishing over his back. Doug wrinkled his nose as this new knowledge came to light, he'd thought it was just stickiness from spilled booze he'd been laying in, not a sickening reminder of how a big strong tiger had utterly been destroyed by an angry little dog...with a big dick.

"So...what happened after...well...that?" Phil asked as he gestured to the now paused image of El Diablo holding Doug's cheeks spread to show the crowd his well fucked tail hole. The image quality was so sickeningly good, Doug could see the Chihuahua's cum trickling from his slightly gaped opening, running down across his perineum to drip from his soft fluffy balls to the matt below.

"You took your friend for a consolation drink and dinner after he got his ass kicked" the old dog offered indifferently before ushering them out of his office and then out of his gym; leaving the trio standing outside at seemingly another dead end to the location of their missing groomsman.

"Great, that was an embarrassing dead end..." Doug growled and scowled, his tail flicking in agitation behind him.

Stu sighed and stared up at the sky as if praying for inspiration; when he slipped his hands into his left pocket, he felt something he hadn't noticed before however. It felt like paper, perhaps a card? No, it was too big for that. Pulling the item from his pocket, Stu was met by a folded restaurant menu for a place called "Salchicha Grande" and scrawled along one edge was a name and phone number. "Uh, guys...I think I know where we need to go next!" Stu said as he held out the menu for them to see.

"Ola Chika" a condescending voice called out to the trio as they gathered around to look at the new piece of evidence. When the three friends turned to look at the source of the voice, they saw a familiar Chihuahua stop at the door to the gym and blow Doug a kiss before disappearing inside with a mocking laugh.

"What're we waiting for, let's go!" Doug yelped and immediately began power walking away from the gym as fast as he could.

"You're not going to go say hello to your boyfriend?" Phil called out after the retreating feline.

"Want me to get his number for you?" Stu joined in, laughing when the tiger flipped him off in response.

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"Welcome back to Salchicha Grande!" The attractive young grey furred wolfess at the door, with dazzling blue eyes, chimed cheerfully with a slight Spanish accent. She even gave Stu a knowing wink as he stood staring at her awkwardly.

"Well, that confirms we were here at least...uh, sorry miss. How many of us did you serve last night?" Stu asked the pretty wolfess awkwardly.

"Well, there were five of you, but I only really served you, Stu" Cece grinned at a now blushing Dalmatian.

"Uh...what do you mean by that?" Stu struggled to ask, finding his mouth was suddenly rather dry.

Cece took them one side to sit at a secluded table in a corner of the restaurant as she began to relay last night's events to the trio. They had stormed into the restaurant making a lot of noise as they mocked Doug for something embarrassing which had just happened, she wasn't sure what exactly as they were speaking incoherently. Cece had been their waitress for the evening, well versed in handling drunk tourists, she had simply batted her eyelashes and flirted nonstop as she took their order. Stu had playfully spanked her butt when she returned with their order a moment later while she was bending over to place the shots of tequila for them. Of course, she had just grinned and winked back at him before she plopped herself down in his lap and downed one of his shots, causing his friends to hoot and holler loudly again as they cheered her on. As she did so, the wolfess gave a slow wiggle and grind of her pert behind against his lap until she felt that familiar bulge starting to form. Once she knew she had his full attention, Cece headed towards the back of the restaurant and made sure he caught her inviting wink. Stu excused himself from his friends, claiming he had broken the infamous seal and needed to drain the main vein, not that any of them believed him.

Stu stumbled into the bathrooms in the back of the old building in search of the pretty wolfess, surprised to see the bathroom was rather clean. Red clay tiled floor with the stereotypical red and green stylized pattern on the wall, twin side by side wash basins opposite the two white urinals on the far wall. With the second stall closed and latched, Stu could see Cece's shoes beneath the door; sure enough her fingers were poking through a poorly-hidden "hole" beneath the toilet paper roll in the empty stall. He'd always wanted to try one of these Gloryhole things, so when a pretty young wolfess was offering to be his first experience in one, the Dalmatian jumped at the chance. The only problem was he found his stall latch didn't work, but in his drunken state, that was only a minor inconvenience when getting his dick sucked was one the line.

Looking at the stall wall, he noticed scratchings all around the gloryhole; most notably one which read "For a fun time call Cecelia" and "Cecelia likes it from behind". As Stu read more and more of the same around the gloryhole, noting the majority of them referenced a Cecelia, he began to wonder if he would be getting more than just a sloppy blowjob from the wolfess.

A soft cough came from the stall next door, but drunk Stu was too focused on the writing on the stall wall currently to recognize the invitation. Then she coughed again, more insistently this time and finally caught Stu's attention. Moving closer to the stall wall, he felt her deft fingers reach through the opening and begin to caress at his crotch a little.

"This'd be easier without the pants, Senior" Cece growled playfully.

"Oh, right...right!" Stu agreed as he began to fumble with his belt and zipper before letting his pants and underwear drop to the floor about his ankles.

"Ready for me to help you relax?" Cece continued, her soft slender fingers wrapping about his sheath and starting to stroke slowly, quickly bringing the eager canine to fullness, all while guiding him through the opening of the gloryhole.

"Help me relax how?" Stu asked in confusion, but his question was quickly answered when Cece opened her mouth and began to sink down onto a suddenly groaning Stu's cock without hesitation.

Stu found himself pressed up against the stall wall with his shorts down about his ankles and his cock poking through the hole in the wall, right into the eager and willing wolfess mouth on the other side. It had been so long since he'd had his dick sucked, he'd almost forgotten how good it felt. Cece was damned good at it too, the phrase "suck the chrome off a tow hitch" sprung to mind in the Dalmatian's mind as he tried to find the words to describe what she was doing to him. Even when he hit the back of her throat accidentally, Cece didn't gag, hell she didn't even slow down. Her lips just wrapped tighter about his throbbing flesh and she began to suck more firmly while slowly pulling back to his tip.

Stu was in heaven as she began to kiss and lick at his sensitive tapered tip, just enough pleasure to make his thick red length drip and drool copious amounts of slick precum onto her tongue. As always, the wolfess had no problem licking it all up and swallowing it either. Every time he started to whine softly from the teasing kisses and licks, Cece would sink her hot little muzzle down over him and bob along his pulsing shaft to keep him from making too much noise that might attract unwanted attention. Occasionally footsteps would enter, the sound of someone making use of the urinals right beside them before washing their hands and leaving. All while the attractive wolfess was on her knees sucking his dick.

If her mouth was this good, Stu wondered how good her other openings would feel. She was a slender little thing; she must be tight as hell he thought to himself idly. But also, that tight round behind looked so fuckable too, Stu even began to wonder if she was naughty enough to let partners lift her cute fluffy tail and travel the backroads as the graffiti in the stall seemed to suggest. The thought of doing all these lewd things to the young wolfess was driving him wild, his hips starting to buck against the wall and deeper into her willing and waiting maw. Slowly Cece began to move back little by little, making Stu buck deeper and deeper until his forming knot appeared on her side of the wall just as Cece had planned. The wolfess sunk her mouth down deep onto his cock until her lips kissed his knot, showing off her skill at sucking dick when she reached her tongue out to tease along the underside of his thick bulb of flesh, making Stu groan in ecstasy.

Stu had to bite down on the side of his hand to stop from crying out in pleasure it felt so damn good, he'd never felt his balls pull up so quickly against his body in preparation for climax before. He wanted to warn Cece he was about to cum, but if he stopped biting down on his hand, he knew he'd let out a telling groan and alert the other people in the bathroom to what was going on in the stalls. All he could do was hope she didn't mind swallowing, because she was about to get a big load any second. Sure enough Cece didn't stop or let up, keeping her lips pressed to his knot with his tip down her throat as she licked and teased at his knot with the tip of her tongue.

Stu's teeth broke skin and he tasted his own blood when white hot pleasure burst from the tip of his cock. His balls felt like they would turn inside out with how hard and heavy his climax was, thick ropes of hot white seed fired off deep inside Cece's maw, hitting the back of her throat and thankfully being swallowed down without complaint. It was hands down the most mind shattering climax of his life, perhaps made so intense by being so inebriated; his knees felt weak and Stu suddenly felt light headed enough that he needed to sit down.

Only he couldn't, when he tried to pull back and out of the hole, he found his knot was too inflated to let him step back. He'd gone too far and the hole was too small to let his fully inflated knot back through the way it had come, even as the cool air caressed his slick cock when Cece's warm maw slipped back and off his flesh.

"Oh shit...I'm stuck" Stu growled through the wall before hearing the other door unlatch and open. His heart dropping into his stomach a moment later when his stall door opened, but thankfully it was only Cece coming to check on him.

"Oh dear, what's wrong, Senior?" Cece asked with a sly grin, making a show of licking her lips clear of his cum.

"I'm ah...stuck, my knot..." He began to say, failing to notice the predatory grin on the young wolfess muzzle. Cece moved up behind him and pushed the stall door closed behind her, resting a hand on his back before slowly trailing down to grip his slender tail and lift it while her other hand groped at his firm spotted behind. "Hey, what're you doing back there?" Stu growled, not sure how this was meant to help him in any way.

Cece didn't reply, instead she dipped two slender fingers under his tail and began to rub something against his tightly clenched opening. Stu yelped and jumped, hissing as he accidentally tugged painfully on his knot still stuck in the hole. He'd never been one for having anything under his tail, except for that one time because of Alan, but he wasn't sure that counted as fun exactly and it certainly wasn't something he wanted a repeat performance of. Cece didn't seem worried about his growling, smirking even as she slowly pushed two slick fingers up inside the shocked dalmatian.

"Cece...please don't..." Stu whined and shifted his weight from foot to foot, but found he was unable to escape what the young wolfess was doing to him.

"Relax, this'll be fun!" She cooed into his ear, though it was obvious she didn't mean it was going to be fun for him.

Stu whined from feeling something enter him again, he'd avoided anything going near his butt since the incident with Alan, he even avoided prostate exams for this reason. Stu reached behind to try grip at her wrist and tug her fingers free, but he found she was surprisingly strong for her size. At least he felt his cock starting to deflate rather quickly from this, perhaps Cece was helping him after all, just in a very unorthodox manner. A sudden almost electric shock made his hips buck against the wall when her fingers twisted and flexed inside him, brushing over something within his back passage. Seeing his reaction, the young wolfess laughed and rubbed the spot again, making Stu grunt and jerk once more from another jolt of unwanted pleasure. He could feel his cock starting to swell in response to the stimulation as well, keeping him locked in place and furthering his panic.

"S...stop that..." He growled, closing his eyes and trying to picture every boring and unattractive thing he could think of to try stop his knot from swelling again, while still gripping at her wrist in futility. Cece wouldn't relent, the wolfess just kept on buzzing his prostate, her slender fingers starting to pump in and out of his ass under his slender twitching tail until he stopped growling.

"See, not that bad, is it spots?" Cece finally asked, giving his behind a few more pumps with her fingers before withdrawing them completely. Stu sighed in relief, no longer feeling that uncomfortable pressure. The dalmatian's relief was short lived however as the fingers were replaced by something else, a thick fuzzy length being pressed against his bare behind and between his cheeks that almost felt like a sheath.

"What the fuck is that..." Stu asked in confusion again.

"It's my dick, spotty-butt" the wolfess replied simply, as if the answer was obvious. Slowly rolling her hips and grinding her swelling sheath between his firm buttocks.

"Your dick? But you're a..." Stu began to say, he could very clearly feel her breasts even now pressing against his back as she leaned up against him from behind to nuzzle against his shoulder.

"Never met a herm before? We're the best of both worlds" Cece laughed as she gripped his hips firmly while grinding her own against his behind. Slowly grinding and working her swelling length between the trapped dalmatian's cheeks; while Stu tried his best to avoid the contact but found he was locked in place and couldn't escape. Stu had heard of such things before, but he'd thought them as being just figments of people's fantasies or perhaps people unique to the adult entertainment industry even. With growing dread, he could feel Cece's cock growing and swelling big enough to surpass even his own average length. "Not going to lie, this part will hurt...best not make a sound though. Wouldn't want anyone coming in to check what's going on, now would we? After all, what would your friends think about you getting fucked by a herm in a bathroom?"

Stu's heart sank to new depths, he knew Cece was right. If anyone found him in such a precarious position, not only would it be obvious from his engorged cock stuck through the hole in the wall what he'd been doing. But now with Cece behind him, they'd know he was engaged in even worse illicit acts, the likes of which his friends would never let him live down.

Stu screwed his eyes shut, clenching his jaw and biting back a pained growl as Cece began to push her thick tapered tip in against his slick opening. Thankfully she'd prepped him a little he supposed, not that it stopped his asshole from burning as it was stretched wide around her impressive member. Slowly, inch after inch worked its way deeper inside him until he felt her knot kissing against his resisting pucker. Stu felt obscenely full and his ass ached with a constant throb after the wolfess had claimed his behind.

"Damn you're tight, probably should've given you that double tequila" Cece teased with a playful nip to Stus scruff as she slowly withdrew her cock from him almost completely. Stu's momentary feeling of relief quickly vanished when Cece pushed back inside, this time in a different angle that sent an unwanted spark of pleasure through him yet again. His eyes soon going wide as she did it again, then again and again.

"Fuck!" He yelped as Cece began to thrust faster and faster into him, hitting his prostate over and over. The dalmatian whined and growled into his hands clenched over his muzzle tightly as he felt another unwanted climax being stirred up in his balls, still Cece's hips continued to slap roughly against his taut behind without any sign of slowing down.

Then it happened, Stu felt a different more intense climax wrung from his balls. Despite having climaxed not long ago, he felt his cock lurch and fire off a smaller batch of seed out into the empty stall opposite. He couldn't normally manage another climax so soon, so to do so while being fucked in the ass was even more humiliating to the dalmatian.

"Again? Well spotty-butt, I think it's only fair when you get your bill later than you're not the only one getting a big tip" Cece teased, giving an extra hard buck into his clenching ass for emphasis. Stu's ears laid flat and he blushed deeply in embarrassment, panting and squirming against the stall wall as Cece continued to rut him like a bitch. At least she didn't last much longer, as with a firm bite to his scruff, the wolfess gave a few last rough bucks before Stu felt the uncomfortable warmth of seed spilling deep inside his ass.

"That's the best ass I've fucked in a while, oddly also another Gringo. I do hope you'll come back again and visit, Senior" Cece said through a soft pant as she nuzzled between Stus shoulders, grinding her hips lewdly against his rear as her cock began to soften inside him. Eventually she pulled out and tucked herself back inside her panties, smoothing out the front of her dress and then placing a little kiss to the stuck dalmatian's cheek. "Don't worry, I'll cover for you with your friends...for a little while at least," she had said before leaving the stall and heading back outside.

Having heard enough, an embarrassed Stu demanded she tell them what happened after all of that. The wolfess simply shrugged and told them she heard the black ram talking about taking Dave on one last wild ride at some club across town called "Arriba y Abajo". Alan and Dave had left when Doug and Phil had gone into the bathroom to try get Stu unstuck after someone had complained about his dick poking through the toilet stall wall to her manager.

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With a general idea of their next destination in mind, the trio of friends climbed aboard a local bus to get across the city to try find the club where Alan had taken Dave. The rickety old bus was packed full of tired and grumpy looking citizens, most of whom tried to avoid eye contact with the tourists. With nowhere to sit up front; Doug, Stu and Phil made their way to the back of the crowded bus to try find a seat, but they were only met by more scowling faces. Three in particular scowled at Phil as soon as they spotted him, almost as if they had a personal vendetta against the stallion for some unknown reason.

Attempting to ignore the three oddly dressed men glaring at him, even though it was obvious they were pointing at and talking about him, Phil turned about to speak with Doug and Phil. "Well looks like we're going to have to stand all the way there..." Phil began to say just before a hand appeared out of nowhere and covered his mouth, yanking the stallion back between the other passengers, whom immediately pressed together to bar Doug and Stu's attempt to go after him.

"No, Senior. Your friend is being punished, do not interfere" An old looking feline with grey around his muzzle said, shaking his head slowly.

"Punished for what?" Doug asked furiously.

"He removed a sacred statue from the temple, he will pay his penance now" The cat replied.

"Oh shit, the golden Buddha?" Stu gasped, suddenly remembering it sitting in their hotel room.

The dalmatian and tiger could do nothing but watch as their friend was forced to pay penance, catching snippets of what the three angry looking monks in bright orange cloth were doing to their friend. Phil was held from behind by the two younger looking monks, his arms pinned against his back and leaving him defenceless as the remaining older looking of the monks began to tap various spots along his body with practiced skill and precision. At first Phil looked confused what the old monk was doing, then horrified as he felt a sudden shift in his body. He'd expected them to at least rough him up a little, but what they'd actually done was far worse.

When the monks pinning his arms finally let go, Phil flopped down like a sack of potatoes onto the backseat of the bus. A look of panic in his eyes as the three monks returned to their seats and left the tourist at the mercy of the community they served.

"What...what did they do to me!?" Phil nickered in panic, finding the only thing he could move was his mouth, his body refusing to obey his mind.

"Relax gringo, it'll wear off in about an hour. Until then, you'll atone for your disrespect and defilement of their temple" A grimy looking donkey, one of the other passengers on the bus, grinned as he leaned over the still conscious but defenceless stallion.

"Wait...wait...stop, I have money! No...nooo!" Phil cried out as the mule tugged his pants down over his ass. Phil's eyes pleaded with his friends to help him, but they couldn't. The crowd held the tiger and dalmatian at bay as the immobilized horse began to atone...deeply. First one at a time, then two at a time, with the occupants of the bus. All under the watchful supervision of the three monks whom blessed each and every person whom helped alleviate Phil of his wrongdoings. Even over the twanging local music blasting over the cheap speakers inside the bus, the unmistakable clapping of flesh against flesh could be heard. At least Phil's groaning and snorting were muffled as one after another, the passengers fed him more cock from the other end. Doug and Stu wincing as they saw both people and penises of all shapes and sizes making use of their friend, their own tails tucking in close against their backsides as a particularly large bull took a turn with Phil.

"I hope this club we're going to has ice...I think Phil is going to need a lot of it to sit on by the time we get there..." Doug commented as the large bull clapped Phil's cheeks with an angry looking thick ebony member that spread his taut cheeks just by its mere girth.

Doug and Stu looked at each other, suddenly feeling like the lucky ones. Sure, they'd also been fucked up the ass...again, but at least theirs was one on one. Phil was quickly running into double digits as some people came back for a second or third go with him. Curiously the bus ride which should have been no more than twenty minutes was taking far longer than it should've, but when they caught the sight of the grinning drivers eyes looking in his rear-view mirror as he watched the action, it all made sense, the bastard was purposefully taking the scenic route.

When Phil finally began to show signs of being able to move his limbs again, the driver finally returned to his regular route and pulled up to the stop not far from the club a short while later. It was a miracle they managed to find Phil's clothing after he'd been stripped and fucked by the crowd, the stallion having a hard time walking and requiring his friends aid to get off the bus. It wasn't certain if it was still just a lingering effect from what the monks had done, or if it was just from all the fucking, but Phil looked like he'd just spent months at sea in rough storms with how wobbly he was. With a sense of urgency, or perhaps just mere worry the monks would make him atone again, the Akhal-Teke stallion stumbled through the streets without waiting to put his pants back on and leaving a telling little trail of white mess along the ground behind him like he was a dripping can of white paint.

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After a bit of searching down random streets and asking random people, they were eventually directed to the club. Doug, Phil and Stu finally stood before "Arriba y Abajo", only their way inside was now barred by a large and intimidating white Pitbull with thick tattooed arms and a menacing scowl partially obscured by some reflective shades.

"Get lost, Gringos. This is not the place for you" he growled in a low baritone after looking them up and down.

"We need to get inside; our friend is in there!" Doug demanded, trying to push past the doorman, only to be lifted off his feet when the Pitbull grabbed him by the throat and tossed him back into the street with ease.

"Well, I don't think we're going to win this one on brute force. Time to use our brains, or better yet, our wallets...give me everything you got!" Phil said as he crouched beside the groaning pile of Doug in the gutter along with Stu.

After rifling through their pockets and finding every last dollar they had; Stu even tossed in the menu with Cece's number on it, before they attempted to approach the Pitbull again. When he looked down and saw the menu along with the name and number scrawled on it, the large white canine looked at the three friends with raised brows and a slight hint of a blush. "Maybe this is your kind of place..." he all but stammered before stepping aside and letting them in.

From the outside, the club looked rather unassuming, not quite as run down as the other buildings in the neighbourhood, but even still, it did not give the three a good feeling. As soon as they entered, they understood why; the club was a full-on S&M dungeon club, replete with caged dancers suspended from the ceiling. Dozens of people in various latex outfits of all sorts were spread about the main stage, some simply watching the show while others were doing other varying degrees of their own lewd acts with one another in full view of the public.

On the main stage was a live performance going on; a large broad shouldered and well-muscled black bull was bound in white silk ropes with a mask covering his eyes. He was tied in such a fashion that he would not be able to get up off his knees, his back curved to bare his broad chest along with the two golden hoops pierced through his nipples. Slender golden chains ran from each hoop down to a similar smaller one pierced through the tip of his slowly growing length, the bull becoming more aroused as his partner proceeded with their display. Silken ropes bound his bent legs and bent arms so he couldn't straighten them, along with a link between his elbows down to his ankles keeping him arched backward almost gracefully. A ball gag was stuffed in the bull's mouth to muffle his snorting and groaning as a slender white feline in thigh high black boots and elbow length gloves, topped off with a black latex boddice that did nothing to hide her breasts and soft looking pussy from view, as she slowly padded around him and dripped melting red wax all over him. By the look of the bull, the show had been going on for a good while already. Not simply from the countless dots of red wax marking his ebony coat, but also the long sticky strands of precum dripping down along his cock to join a decent sized puddle on the stage floor between his knees.

After questioning a couple of the people whom looked like they were employed by the club, or whom were at least not busy performing other lewd acts, Phil managed to get a room number where Alan and Dave had last been spotted. Rushing down the back corridor along the private rooms they found room 47 and tried the handle, sighing in relief as it was unlocked. What they weren't prepared for however was the scene which unfolded before them as the door swung open to reveal the rooms interior.

"Oh, hey guys!" Alan grinned as he bucked and thrust into the groaning and bound Dave trapped in a sex swing before him. Dave had been done up as if he were one of the performers outside, nipple clamps on his nipples with chains running between them and down to his crotch. Only, the rabbit's cock was locked inside a chrome chastity cage with a black silken rope bound about his clearly swollen balls and attached to a small weight swinging below him like a pendulum. It was obvious Dave had been brought to climax dozens of times throughout the night, but had never actually gotten to do so.

"Alan, what the fuck man!?" Phil shouted as he looked around the room, the floor littered with empty alcohol bottles and what looked to be poppers, along with more used condoms than he cared to count. It appeared as though Alan and Dave had been here all night since leaving the restaurant.

Alan rolled his head back as he climaxed again, making the Japanese Harlequin Rabbit groan and kick against his restraints once more. Finally, the black ram pulled out, taking a step back and collapsing onto the bench behind him with a sigh, grinning as he watched the white mess spill out of Dave's well fucked hole.

"What the fuck did you do, Alan? He is getting married in a couple of hours!" Doug snarled as he saw the growing puddle of cum pooling beneath the slowly swaying Dave.

"Oh, that wasn't all me. A couple of horse friends stopped by so I let them have a turn" Alan pointed out, popping open a fresh beer and taking a big gulp.

"Take a turn? Take a turn!" He's not a PlayStation, Alan! You don't let random strangers take a turn with a person!" Stu growled in anger.

"Heh, PlayStation...more like an Xbox now, right Dave?" Alan laughed, reaching out to push the neck of an empty beer bottle into the rabbit's ass and making him groan out aloud once more. "See, swallows that sucker up like a hoover!"

Doug, Phil and Stu gave up trying to make Alan see reason, they were running out of time and they needed every minute now to try get Dave presentable for his wedding. Making quick work of releasing him from the swing, all three had to help him stumble from the club and back outside into the real world.

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After rescuing Dave and getting him back to the hotel to clean him up, the guys barely managed to have him in working order just in time for the wedding. Luckily Dave didn't seem to remember much, if anything of what happened that night thanks to whatever Alan had given him. He just knew he felt like he'd been run over by a bus, possibly fucked by one too. But at least he was conscious and mostly sober as he walked down the aisle to wait for his future wife to join him.

"He looks good" Stu commented as he watched Dave climb a little awkwardly up onto the little stage where the ceremony was about to take place.

"Yeah, though I'm surprised he can even walk after last night" Doug agreed.

"I just hope he doesn't try sitting on any barstools in the next couple days, at least not until he's recovered" Phil joked, earning a snort and chuckle from the other two.

Doug, Phil and Stu breathed a sigh of relief as they stood on one side of the tunnel to throw confetti over the newlyweds as they left the church and climbed into their limo headed for the airport, then on to Hawaii for their honeymoon. They had done it; they had gotten Dave through his wedding in one piece...mostly. They only hoped Dave would never remember what had happened to him, but only time would tell if they would be that lucky.

As the limo engine turned over and began to slowly pull off, the driver's window lowered a little to reveal a grinning Alan dressed in a chauffeur's outfit as he waved at the trio. The black ram beginning to laugh manically as he pulled away, leaving the three friends standing stunned on the side of the road watching the limo disappear into the sunset.