It was 4 AM in the morning. The night had been 10 long hours of drinking heavily, and playing a lot of video games. Empty cans of monster littered the room, the stench of hardcore gamers sweat permeated the air. It was almost stifling, if you weren't used to such conditions, however everyone there knew and reveled in this pig sty of a room, and as the air was getting heavy so were the emotions of each individual there. Kwazi was sitting on the couch, groaning occasionally and scratching his sticky balls through his sweat drenched soccer shorts. Maskedjackal was sitting adjacent, sitting cross-legged on the floor. It was the only position he could maintain without gaining an erection from the friction of his fursuit and his 11 inches. A 3DS was in his paws as he played though pokemon black for the 2,875th time. Sitting off towards the corner of the cobblestone room was Bombdigiti, his unconscious mother acting as the chair he was sitting on. Ghos7 was sitting in the center of the room, almost statue-like an unmoving as he stared at his computer screen. Mesr was next to the open window, pipe in hand, it was almost 4:20, and he intended to perform his daily ritual of smoking marijuana in 2pacs memory whether he was in the company of others or not. Finally, the biggest faggot of them all, Bolwind, was sitting atop a mound of soccer balls next to ghos7. They were all on their computers, save for Jackal, and were carefully planning a mid fight in League of Legends.

“Alright, I'm going to grab first blood at mid, I don't need any help” said Bolwind, confident in his Heimer skills.
“Are you fucking kidding me Bolwind, you'll need our help” Kwazi stated, firmly disbelieving that such an act could occur so early on in the game.
Maskedjackal, being the curious little critter he was, had moved over to Bolwind's computer to observe this game he had never played, but failed to remember about the friction from his suit.
Just then, Bolwind did the unthinkable, and carefully and swiftly executing a plan Sun Tzu would bend over in awe of, managed to pull of First Blood on a 400 health twitch.
“HOLY SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT FUCKING SHIT ON HOW MAD LOL” screamed the hysteric Bolwind, spit flying all over his monitor and keyboard as he began to geekgasm, his pants instantly becoming moist around his groin.
“Mhmhhmmmmm!” said Jackal, behind his thick Lucario headpiece
Bolwind turned to congratulate himself by hugging Jackal and thereby sneaking a feel of his furry chest, something he had secretly desired for almost three months now.
As he turned his face towards Jackal, all 11 inches of his sweaty and hard meatstick shot through the suit, forcing its sticky shredded fur and moist urine self into Bolwinds mouth.
The force of the hard dick smacking the back of Bolwinds throat instantly caused him to gag, and eventually throw up on Jackals dick.
“Mhmhhmhmm!!!!! MHHMHMHHM!!!” Screamed Jackal, his words unintelligible but his disgusted reaction clear behind those 20 pounds of fur and packing peanuts. He attempted to remove his cock from Bolwinds gaping mouth, but before he was able to dislodge it from the mucus and vomit covered throat, he shot his mad milk directly down Bolwinds throat.
This caused a knee-jerk reaction to force the 5 different bodily fluids out of his mouth, and snot, urine, vomit, blood, and cum all shot from Bolwinds nose as he feel to the floor. Kwazi was doubled over in laughter as he watched the affair, and ghos7 was on the phone with his sister for comfort, begging her to come pick him up this instant.
Kwazi made his way over to ghos7 and casually removed the phone from his hands.
“GAY ASS FUCK” screamed Kwazi, breaking the phone in half with his ferocious grip.
“W-w-w-w-w-what could you be suggesting, k-k-kwazi sensai!” stammered the blushing and uncomfortable ghos7, his blank expression replaced with one of sheer admiration of Kwazi.
“GAY ASS FUCK NOW LOL” repeated Kwazi as he began pelvic thrusting , gripping ghos7 by the hair and forcing his face into his groin.
“K-k-kwazi this isn't right, I mean, I don't understand!” ghos7 replied as tears began to stream down his face.
“THE CONCEPT OF LOVE” screamed Kwazi again as he whipped out his now fully erect penis.
Ghos7 could not do anything but watch in horror as all of his 2 ¾ inches made their way into ghos7s sweaty armpits.
“A-a-a-a—a-a-AAAH!” ghos7 exclaimed, his body being jerked around like a ragdoll as Kwazi forcibly pumped his armpit, hair beginning to clump around his dick. Mesr watched from the window sill, sitting cross-legged with his neko ears on, smoking the dank ass OG KUSH he had loaded into his bong molded out of 2pac's remaining leg (circa. 1869).
Bolwind had recovered at this point, and was trying painfully to remove the bodily fluids that had accidentally made their way into his eyes during the mess, Jackal was attempting uselessly to place his 11 inches back into the now decimated fursuit.

In the meantime, bomb decided it was a good idea to trade all of the money he could find from everyone’s pockets to a bum on the street for a pair of magic slippers. They kept his feet warm.

As bomb returned to the cobblestone clubhouse they had rented for this LAN party, the scene that unfolded for him as he entered the door was horrifying.

Lady GaGa's “Born this Way” was playing loudly from a soundset in the corner of the room, it was replacing bombs spot on his still unconscious and mildly brain-damaged mother.

Kwazi was ontop of Bolwind, forcing his 2 ¾ inch meathammer into his large ASS.
Bolwind was screaming up at Kwazi, “I DONT NEED YOU TO TELL ME HOW TO CLENCH MY ANUS!”
“GAY ASS FUCK” yelled Kwazi in response.

On the other end of the room, mesr and Jackal were each flanking ghos7's ass, forcing him into double penetration.
Jackal was less aggressive however, and let mesr do most of the work, occasionally detaching himself from the prolapsed colon that had previously been ghos7 to toss mesr's salad. Ghos7 was face-first in the floor, presumably had cratered, and was drooling all over the place, his immense bliss written all over his shit-smeared face.

Bomb couldn't take it anymore, he was about to explode.
“Guys we have a match in 10 minutes!”

Everyone turned to him, all repeating the same line.
“>IMPLYING WE'RE GOING TO STOP PLAYING TF2 TO PLAY A MATCH”