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begin!
The beach house loomed before the group of antelope girls, music already thrumming from inside. The girls stood in a cluster near the entrance, their hooves clicking on the gravel as they chatted nervously.
"I can't believe we're actually doing this," the Gazelle whispered, her slender body trembling slightly in her crop top and short skirt. Her eyes darted around, taking in the crowd of partygoers. "What if we do something we'll regret?"
"That's the whole point," laughed the Wildebeest, bouncing excitedly on her hooves. Her round, curvy body was barely contained in her tight outfit. "We're all here to find out who gets picked. The lucky one gets the ultimate experience—getting fucked and snuffed all at once."
The Impala nodded enthusiastically, her spotted coat gleaming in the neon light. "I heard one of us will definitely get chosen tonight. But not all of us..." She trailed off, a slightly disappointed expression crossing her face. "Some girls will just go home like losers."
The Springbok flexed her athletic arms, trying to look confident despite the nervous energy radiating from her. "Well, I'm not going home empty-handed. I'm gonna make sure someone notices me."
The Gerenuk adjusted her glasses, peering through them with curiosity. "I wonder what he's looking for. What makes one girl get picked over another?"
The Eland stepped forward, her powerful frame towering over the others. "We'll find out soon enough."
The Waterbuffalo approached with confident strides, her massive, curvy body swaying with each step. Her thick thighs and ample ass were barely contained in her bikini as she laughed loudly. "You girls look so nervous! This is gonna be so much fun. I've been waiting all year for a party like this." She winked at the group. "I'm definitely gonna be the one who gets picked. My body is perfect for this kind of thing."
A small cluster of girls had just arrived, and among them was a Klippringer, her distinctive hoof-clipping gait unmistakable as she hopped toward the party. Her thick, muscular legs—those famous "hoof-clips" that could clamp shut—ended in sharp, pointed hoof-claws that could dig into wood or flesh with equal ease. She wore a tight crop top that showed off her powerful, compact body.
"I can't believe I actually came to this," she muttered to her friend, a Rhebok whose sandy coat was still damp from the ocean breeze. "What if we embarrass ourselves?"
"Don't be ridiculous," the Rhebok replied with a giggle. "We're going to own this party." Her long, delicate neck stretched as she surveyed the crowd with sharp, intelligent eyes. "Besides, I heard the odds are still good that at least one of us gets picked."
Okapi arrived alone, her zebra-striped coat standing out against the sea of uniform-colored fur. She was tall and elegant, with distinctive giraffe-like features—long neck, large ears, and those impossibly long tongue-like nose. She moved with graceful confidence despite the nervous flutter in her chest.
"First time at one of these parties?" a Hippo asked as she waddled over, her massive, rotund body swaying with each step. Her thick, wrinkled skin and enormous frame made her stand out even more than the Okapi's stripes. She wore a simple bikini that did little to contain her massive curves, her thick thighs rubbing together as she moved. "You have that look. I've been to enough of these to spot newbies from a mile away."
The Hippo's huge, jowly mouth curved into a knowing smile. "Don't worry, sweetheart. Most of us won't get picked. But hey, at least there's free drinks and the chance to party, right?" She laughed, her massive body jiggling slightly with the motion. "Though I'll be honest—I'm hoping someone notices me. A girl's gotta have her chance at glory, you know?"
The Klippringer glanced at the Hippo with a mixture of admiration and intimidation. "You're really not worried about... not being picked?"
"Worried? No," the Hippo replied, adjusting her bikini top with one of her thick hooves. "I'm just excited. I've been waiting all week for this."
Gerenuk had found herself in a quieter corner, trying to maintain some composure despite the heat and excitement coursing through her. Her long neck arched as she scanned the crowd, looking for anything interesting. Her glasses had slipped down her nose slightly, and she pushed them back up with one hoof.
"gosh, I feel like such a prude," she muttered to herself, watching some of the other girls get increasingly handsy with partygoers. "I've been standing here for twenty minutes barely talking to anyone."
A familiar voice called out from across the room. "Never mind, sweetheart. Let me help with that."
Beira appeared, her distinctive white coat with black and brown markings making her easy to spot. She was tall and slender, with elegant features and a sleek, almost horse-like appearance. Her ears were proportionally large, and her body language suggested a mix of confidence and playfulness.
"You're not here to just stand around looking pretty, are you?" the Beira asked with a knowing smile. "Come on, let's find someone interesting to talk to."
Before the Gerenuk could respond, the Klippringer bounded over, her powerful legs carrying her quickly across the floor. "Hey! You two should see what's happening near the pool. Some of the girls are... oh my gosh."
Near the pool, Impala and Springbok had found a private corner, their bodies pressed together as they explored each other. The Impala's slender frame was draped over the Springbok's athletic form, her spotted coat pressed against sleek fur. Their mouths met in a heated kiss, tongues dancing together as the Springbok's hands explored the Impala's curves.
"Fuck," the Impala gasped between kisses, her hooves gripping the Springbok's shoulders. "I've never felt this... I need more."
The Springbok didn't need to be asked twice. She eased the Impala onto one of the pool lounges, spreading her legs wide with practiced ease. Her mouth traveled down the Impala's body, leaving a trail of kisses along her spotted coat. When she reached the Impala's most intimate area, she didn't hesitate, her tongue exploring eagerly while the Impala cried out in pleasure.
By the bar, Wildebeest had become the center of attention, her round, curvy body on full display as she sat on the counter. Rhebok was kissing her neck, her sharp teeth grazing sensitive skin, while Gazelle had positioned herself between the Wildebeest's thick thighs. The Gazelle's long tongue worked slowly, deliberately, her slender body trembling with barely contained excitement as she tasted the Wildebeest for the first time.
"Oh god, yes," the wildebeast moaned, her round body arching against both girls. "This is... fuck, this feels so good. I'm so glad I came." Her thick thighs squeezed together as pleasure built, her hooves gripping the edge of the bar for support.
Gerenuk had found herself dancing with Okapi near the sound system, their bodies moving together in sync with the music. The Okapi's long neck allowed her to whisper directly into the Gerenuk's ear while they danced. "You look incredible," the Okapi murmured, her tongue-like nose grazing the Gerenuk's cheek. "Have you ever felt this alive before?"
The Gerenuk's eyes were hazy with desire as she pressed closer, her athletic body moving against the Okapi's tall frame. "Not... not like this." She pulled the Okapi down into a deep kiss, tasting the distinctive flavor of the Okapi's tongue-like mouth. Their hands roamed freely, exploring each other's bodies with growing confidence.
The Hippo had claimed one of the large beach chairs near the ocean view, her massive, rotund body sprawled out comfortably. She'd been approached by a smaller Oryx, whose straight horns were catching the light from the water. The Oryx was shy, her delicate features blushing as she tentatively touched the Hippo's thick, wrinkled skin.
"Don't be nervous," the Hippo rumbled, her deep voice soothing. "You can touch me as much as you want." She shifted her massive body to give the Oryx better access, her curve-heavy hips rolling slightly. The Oryx's hooves trembled as she explored the Hippo's generous curves, her body pressed against the much larger antelope.
"I've never... been with someone so..." The Oryx couldn't find the words, too overwhelmed by the Hippo's massive, welcoming form.
"Someone so big?" the Hippo finished with a knowing smile. "That's okay. I'm here to help you feel good." She guided one of the Oryx's hands to her ample chest, encouraging the smaller antelope to touch and explore freely. The Oryx's eyes widened as she felt the Hippo's considerable bust, her fingers sinking into the soft, wrinkled flesh. "Does that feel good?" the Hippo asked, her voice a low rumble.
The Oryx nodded shyly, her tail swishing behind her as she continued to explore. "Yes... it's amazing. You're so... warm."
The Waterbuffalo had cornered Eland near one of the private massage rooms upstairs. The Waterbuffalo's massive, curvy body was on full display, her thick thighs and generous ass barely contained in her bikini. She'd been eyeing the Eland's tall, elegant form all evening, and now she wasn't taking any more chances.
"Come with me," the Waterbuffalo commanded, her voice firm but not unkind. "I've got something special for you."
The Eland's eyes widened, but she couldn't deny the heat pooling in her belly. She followed the Waterbuffalo upstairs, her long, graceful legs carrying her with practiced elegance. The Waterbuffalo pushed open a door to reveal not just a massage room, but a makeshift playroom complete with various toys scattered across the bed.
"Get on the bed," the Waterbuffalo ordered, already stripping off her bikini with practiced ease. Her curvy body was fully on display now, her thick, muscular build radiating power and fertility. The Eland's eyes traveled over the Waterbuffalo's impressive frame, taking in every curve and muscle.
The Late Arrivals
The sound of hoofbeats on gravel announced new arrivals. A Horse and a Cow trotted up to the beach house entrance, looking distinctly uncomfortable with the situation.
"I can't believe I let you drag me to this," the Cow muttered, her massive, curvy body shifting nervously as she adjusted her top to cover her enormous udders. "This seems... extreme."
The Horse stood beside her, her tall, muscular frame and impressive chest on full display despite her obvious discomfort. Her coat was a rich bay, her mane flowing in the ocean breeze. "Relax," she said, trying to sound confident but clearly struggling. "Someone mentioned you're who we've been waiting for. The 'girl of the hour' or whatever." She giggled nervously, her hooves clicking on the hardwood floor. "Though honestly, I'm not sure how I feel about—"
"You don't get a choice about that, sweetheart," a sultry voice interrupted.
Pig waddled over, her massive, rotund body jiggling with each step. Her thick, pink skin was completely naked, her enormously fat, curved body on full display. Her small, protruding eyes gleamed with ambition and greed. "You're blocking my spot, and this girl right here is getting some serious human cock. Move. Now."
The Pig gestured dramatically toward a group of girls clustered near the pool, where oryx was already being thoroughly attended to by a cluster of admirers. The oryx's eyes were rolled back in pleasure, her spiral horns catching the light as she was completely consumed.
"That's my spot!" the Pig continued, her round body pressing against the Cow. "I've been planning this all week. You're too late anyway, fat ass. She's already mine."
The Sheep standing nearby baa'd nervously, her woolly coat making her look even more sheepish than usual. "I... I don't know if this is a good idea," she whispered, her fluffy body pressed against the wall for comfort. "What if we... what if we go too far?"
"Too late for moral panic," the Pig snapped, shoving past the Cow and Horse toward the pool area. "The human workers are almost here anyway. Might as well make the most of it!"
The Cow looked at the Horse, her massive udders swaying as she shifted. "Should we... fuck, I really don't know about this," she admitted quietly.
The Horse placed a hoof on the Cow's shoulder, her voice softer now. "We can leave if it's too much. But..." She glanced toward the pool, where the Pig was already loudly negotiating with a group of girls. "I think you're right. This is probably the biggest party of our lives. Might as well see what it's all about."
As the Horse and Cow stood uncertainly near the entrance, Gerenuk bounded over, her long neck stretching to peer at them with interest.
"New? Oh honey, you're so late!" The Gerenuk adjusted her glasses with one hoof, her athletic body practically vibrating with excitement. "Did you miss the orgy upstairs? It was insane. But don't worry—there's still plenty going on." She gestured toward the pool area where Impala and Springbok had been earlier. "The real fun is just getting started."
The Cow's massive udders swayed as she looked around nervously. "Is this... is this really happening? I mean, obviously, but—"
"Relax," the Gerenuk interrupted, placing a hoof on the Cow's shoulder. "You'll figure it out. Just find someone who makes you feel good." She glanced at the Horse. "And her too. We need more confident girls around here."
The Rhebok had finished her fun with Wildebeast and was wandering back toward the main party area when she spotted Sheep standing alone, looking distinctly uncomfortable near the refreshment table.
"Hey," the Rhebok greeted, her sandy coat still damp with sweat from exertion. She could see the Sheep's fluffy body was tense, her hooves clicking nervously on the hardwood floor. "You look like you need a drink—or at least some company." The Rhebok flashed a warm smile, her intelligent eyes studying the nervous creature before her.
"Don't be shy! I'm Rhebok," she announced, gesturing with a hoof toward herself. "And you are...?"
The Sheep's woolly body shifted slightly, a small bleat escaping her lips. "I'm... Sheep. I know, not very exciting." Her hooves clicked against the wood as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. "I don't know if this was a mistake. I mean, I wanted to come, but..."
"Nervous?" the Rhebok offered gently, her voice losing some of its earlier playfulness. She moved closer, her long neck craning to peer at the Sheep through her wool. "That's totally normal. This is a lot to take in, isn't it?"
The Sheep's wool-covered head nodded slightly. "Everyone else seems to know what they're doing. I just... I don't have a partner here. I came alone."
"Oh!" The Rhebok's eyes lit up with an idea. "I know! You can draw with me. I brought some art supplies—actually, wait..." She glanced around the room before her expression brightened. "Actually, some of the other girls were talking about meat diagrams earlier. Might be kinda relevant given what's about to happen, right?"
The Sheep looked confused but intrigued. "Meat diagrams?"
"Yeah! For the... well, you know. The harvesting." The Rhebok's expression became more serious. "You look like you're good with details, though. That's why you're nervous—you're thinking too much about getting everything perfect."
The Sheep's hooves clicked on the floor again. "I guess that's true. I... I'm good at drawing. At paying attention to things."
"Perfect!" The Rhebok gestured excitedly. "Come on, let's get some supplies. We'll make a diagram of... well, whatever you want to draw. And hey, if you're nervous about the main event, you can draw that too if it helps you process it."
The Sheep's wool-covered features seemed to relax slightly, hope flickering in her visible eyes. "Really? You'd let me do that?"
"Absolutely," the Rhebok confirmed. "No judgment here. Just... art, I guess. And maybe it'll help you feel more in control of things." She started heading toward a table near the windows where some supplies were scattered. "Come on, let's get started before the real show begins and we lose all the good light."
The Springbok and Eland limped out into the pool area, both looking utterly exhausted despite the party barely getting started. The Springbok's athletic body was trembling slightly, her breathing coming in ragged gasps as she tried to catch her breath.
"Ugh, fuck," the Springbok groaned, barely managing to stay upright. She collapsed onto one of the pool lounges, her powerful legs dangling limply over the edge. "I can't believe... I'm already so tired. How am I going to last through the whole thing?" Her tongue lolped out as she panted, trying to cool down.
Beside her, the Eland adjusted her position on the lounge, her tall, elegant frame clearly struggling. "Tell me about it," she replied with a weak laugh, her ears drooping slightly. "My bra is already falling off from all this activity and the party hasn't even really started yet. I'm already exhausted from being... hammered. Is that the right word?"
The Oryx walked up to them, her distinctive curved horns catching the light from the party decorations. "Well, that was hot," she said, her voice carrying that distinct lisp from her curved horns. "Seriously. You two were incredible to watch." She paused, studying their exhausted forms. "Though you both look pretty wiped. Maybe take a break?"
"Yeah, maybe," the Springbok agreed, still panting slightly. "I just... I need a minute to recover."
The Oryx nodded, then glanced down at herself with a small grimace. "Shit, I hope the human doesn't think I look like a complete mess after all that. My makeup is probably running everywhere." She wiped at her face with a hoof, checking her reflection in a nearby mirror.
Meanwhile, near the pool, the Hippo had wandered off with Okapi, leaving the Pig floating in the water, her massive, rotund body bobbing slightly as she moaned loudly.
"Ohhh fuck yes! Right there! Don't stop!" the Pig shouted, clearly not minding the lack of privacy.
The Impala and Gazelle were chatting animatedly near the bar, their spotted and sandy coats gleaming in the ambient light. The Horse stood with them, her tall, muscular frame looking somewhat overwhelmed as the Cow approached the group.
"Hey," the Cow said softly, her massive, curvy body shifting as she tried to find her footing. "What's... what's going on? I'm kinda new to this whole thing." Her voice carried genuine nervousness.
"Oh, hey!" the Springbok called out from her lounge, trying to sit up straighter. "Don't worry, you'll figure it out. Just... find someone who makes you feel comfortable." She gestured weakly toward the pool area where the Hippo had been earlier.
The Gazelle waved cheerfully at the Cow. "We're all still figuring it out! Come on, we'll show you around."
The Waterbuffalo wandered over to the group with Oryx, her thick, muscular body moving with purpose. "Hey," she said to the Cow, her voice warm and welcoming. "How are you enjoying the party so far? Find anyone fun yet?"
The Cow's massive udders swayed as she shook her head. "Not really... I mean, I haven't done anything yet. Is that weird?"
"Not at all," the Oryx assured her, her curved horns glinting. "Just... take your time. Find someone you actually want to be with, you know?"
The Springbok managed a weak smile from her lounge. "Trust me, it'll be worth the wait. Just... maybe not all at once. I'm learning that the hard way." She groaned again, clearly still catching her breath.
In the back of the party, away from the main crowds, a Yak and Goat had cornered Klipspringer against one of the private massage tables. The Klipspringer's distinctive hoof-clipping legs were bound, and a gag rested against her mouth as she lay on her back, her compact, muscular body trembling.
"Mmmph! Mmmmph!" she managed to mumble through the gag, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and arousal.
The Goat looked down at her with a wicked grin, her horns catching the dim light. "Stupid bitch," she muttered, giving the Klipspringer's rear a sharp slap that made her body jolt. "You thought you could tease us all night and not expect us to—"
"Fuck, I'm so glad you jumped this bitch," the Yak grunted, positioning herself with practiced ease. Her thick, muscular body moved with confidence as she prepared herself. "We've been waiting for this all night."
The Klipspringer's hooves kicked slightly against her bonds, her body arching as the two animals began their assault. Her eyes rolled back slightly, muffled moans escaping around the gag.
Behind them, the party door opened with a creak. A Saiga walked in, her distinctive horns immediately identifying her as she blinked in the dim light. "Uhh... oops. Awkward. Sorry, didn't know this was occupied," she said, her voice carrying genuine embarrassment.
The Goat glanced over her shoulder but didn't pause. "It's fine! Join in if you want. There's a spare strap by the toilet—just ignore whatever's on it." She turned back to her task, her horns gleaming with mischief.
The Yak groaned audibly. "I said I'm sorry!"
The Klipspringer's body shuddered, her athletic frame tensing and relaxing in waves as the two predators continued their work. Her hooves kicked again, this time with less resistance, as pleasure began to override her initial fear.
The Saiga stood uncertainly in the doorway, clearly torn between leaving and joining in. "Uhh... should I...?"
"Just watch or participate, whatever," the Goat called out casually. "We're almost done here anyway."
The Klipspringer's entire body bucked against her restraints, her powerful legs straining as a visible wave of pleasure washed over her.