September Illustration: Tyson’s Game

Tyson is bored. There’s no practice for a couple days, his girlfriend is out of town for the week, and there’s only so much a person can work out before even that becomes either too boring, or too exhausting, whichever comes first. Lucky for him, he just so happens to be friends with Spencer and Berry; the teams clown and prankster, respectively. Spencer has the idea to go to the bar and get a couple drinks, so they do. Berry wants to play some darts and wagers $10 that he’s the better drunk-dart-thrower than the others. Berry wins.

When all three boys are sufficiently sloshed and tripping over themselves and the bar closes for the night, they stumble their way back to Tyson’s dorm to play some Madden 23 and talk about their current plights. Spencer laments about Nitrous avoiding him more and more recently. Berry seems jealous of some bat-guy named Brandyn that has been spending time with Devon, though he doesn’t go on for nearly as long as Spencer does. And Tyson complains that his girlfriend hasn’t been putting out, and when she does, it’s usually just a measly handjob.

“I think she’s cheating on me...” Tyson grumbles, as his character on screen gets tackled by the opposing A.I.

”Cheating??” Spencer spins his head to look at Tyson, but the motion must have been too quick because his head wobbles a bit and it takes a second for his eyes to find the deer.

”Isn’t she religious or somethin’?” Berry asks blankly, focused on the game. “Cathlic, right?”

”Yeah? So?” Tyson grumbles back.

”So you don’t think she’s-, like, I dunno… ‘saving’ herself for marriage or whatever?”

Tyson’s brows furrowed and shot a quick glance to the fox before looking back at the ongoing video game. “Isn’t that just a myth? Like something people say they do while they’re in church, but don’t actually do?”

Berry shrugged. “Some people take it seriously.”

Tyson was quiet for a moment, staring at the game but no longer focusing on it. It took a bit more effort to get the gears turning in head through the alcohol his mind was swimming in. “So… what? I’m blue-balled until I toss a ring at her?”

”Awwwhhh…” Berry crooned, finally looking away from the game to glance over at Tyson with a sly smirk. “Poor baby can’t get his rocks off?”

Spencer snickered while Tyson clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Yeah yeah, whatever…”

But Berry didn’t let up, instead sliding in closer to the deer until he had pressed himself right up against Tyson. Berry set the controller to side so he could place one hand on the deer’s inner thigh, tantalizingly close to his package. “Want me to take care of that for ya?” Berry said softly, sweetly, so close to Tyson’s ear that he could not subdue the involuntary flick.

Spencer was laughing now at Berry’s joke, but Tyson was considering the offer. Sure, Berry was a dude, but dudes don’t count, right? It’s not like he had to tell his girlfriend… And besides, this was Berry! Rivaled in his libido only by Terry.

Making his decision, Tyson suddenly paused the game and dropped the controller to the floor before leaning back and quickly tugging his shorts and underwear down to his knees in one motion. The sudden movement startled Berry a bit, causing him to jerk his hand back and stare down at the already hardening meat and two large orbs beneath it, now out for all to see.

Spencer had stopped laughing and was also staring openly at Tyson’s brazenness. “Well?” Tyson coaxed Berry, smirking his wiggling his hips a bit to make his cock lightly swing from side to side. “You gonna ‘take care of it’ or not?”

”You can’t be serious…” Spencer mumbled, but continued staring, particularly at the Prince Albert that adorned the head of Tyson’s cock.

”If you think you can handle it, that is.” Tyson continued, teasingly. “Cause once we start, I wont be stopping for nothing ’till I’m good and satisfied.”

Berry snapped out of his surprise and scoffed at the poorly veiled challenge before standing up and began to undo his own pants.

The fox was now completely bottomless too, and instead of kneeling between the deers legs, like he was expected, instead, Berry walked over to Spencer and began undoing the hyena’s pants.

They were both surprised, and Spencer, even more so, when Berry freed the yeen’s sheath and gave it a couple licks. Spencer melted immediately with a pleased sigh, humping his hips up and forcing his growing cock onto the fox’s tongue.

Tyson gave an annoyed grunt,  turning his body slightly to watch the pair while he slowly stroked himself.

Berry sucked and slurped, groping Spencer’s balls, squeezing his growing knot, and just generally making a spectacle for the deer, occasionally glancing over to make sure he was watching.

After a couple minute of this, and when Spencer couldn’t stop himself from humping into his maw, Berry stood up and wiped his muzzle, giving Tyson a little smile and wiggling his ass.

Finally, Tyson thought, expecting the same treatment, but again, Berry subverted his expectations by turning around and sitting on the hyena’s lap.

Berry was just teasing him now, and made a particular show of it when Spencer shoved his cock into the fox, and Berry exaggerated a moan.

Tyson was getting harder, though equally irritated. His cock was so hard it hurt, and was getting sick of seeing Berry’s smug grin and Spencer stupid elation as he thrusted up into the fox’s ass.

”What’s the matter, deer?” Berry pretended to gasp out around his over-the-top moaning. “Getting impatient?” He teased.

Tyson didn’t respond, instead just watching as Spencer started to lose himself. He pumped his hips up harder, popping his knot in and out of the fox’s ass at irregular intervals.

Soon, he popped his knot in for the last time and moaned out as he came hard and deep inside of Berry.

That was it, Tyson couldn’t take it anymore. Faster than even he thought himself capable in this drunken state, he had stood up, grabbed Berry by the shirt, and yanked the fox off from Spencer’s lap, a torrent of fresh cum spilling out of the fox’s hole when Spencer’s knot was forcibly removed.

Before any of them knew it, Tyson was pinning the fox under him at the other end of the sofa, his cock, bigger and slightly thicker than Spencer’s, pressed up against Berry’s hole, ready for it’s reward.

“Gonna regret making a duck outta me, bitch.” Tyson growled into the fox’s ear, though he didn’t seem bothered.

Berry opened his mouth to respond, likely with some quip or quick witted remark, but Tyson beat him to it, shoving two fingers into the fox’s open mouth, and in the same instant, buried his member balls deep into him.

The moan Berry made this time wasn’t forced