"Alright, Mirandy, dear..."
The vixen cringed and groaned at this as they drove up to a mansion.
"Don't give me that attitude, young lady. I want you to be on your best behavior for our peers..."
They finally parked before the nude marble skunk and coyote ladies surrounding a pond, and Stripe gleefully unpacked the trunk.
"Come on, smile for the clients..." Stripe demanded as he rang the doorbell.
Miranda immediately raised her lips and unsheathed her teeth.
"There we go... Now try to enjoy the moments for what they are, and please try not to - "
The minute Stripe was led inside by a fox, however, he turned pale.
Standing in the corner before him were a teen deer boy, a college-aged blond skunkette, a busty black-and-white vixen, a plump young donkey girl, an adorable fawn, and a familiar coyote girl, all suited in a blue overall dress, ruby slippers, blue socks, and white underthings.
"Just a second, everyone..."
Stripe then raced upstairs, and into a conveniently-empty room.


TEN MINUTES LATER...


"Stripe?" Miranda peaked into the room, where the skunk was sitting  in a corner, his eyes facing the walls.
"Busy!"
"Aren't we gonna...?"
"Oh, yeah... Of course we will... I just... Didn't expect any.... Competition..."
The vixen groaned. "Does it really matter?"
Stripe stood back up in confidence.
"You're right. The sheer thrill of the act is enough!"
"Whew..."
Stripe responded by tossing a pair of bloomers onto her face.


"And... There!"
Stripe grinned at Miranda, who was now fitted into the same blue, ruby, and white garments the others wore, and giving him a dirty look.
"How do I look?" Stripe twirled in his own Kansas costume with pleasure, while Miranda sighed.
"..... Just lovely..."
"Thank you, Mirandy! Now onward! Our audience awaits!"


Stripe pranced downstairs with his foxy associate trudging behind.
"Auntie Feef! A twister!"
PPPPRRRRTTTTT!!
FFFFFFTTTTTTT!!!!
RRRRRRPPPPPPPP!!!
TOOT!
Before they knew it, Stripe, along with Miranda, and both deer, were blasted by four gusts of green spewing from the backsides of the adult vixen, blond skunk, and the coyote and donkey gals.
Miranda and the girl fawn desperately tried to control their skirts, which were blown up to reveal their short frilly bloomers, while Stripe and the young buck paid no mind, and giggled as they made a few toots of their own.
Eventually, the gas ceased, and all but one of the costumed furries were left in the descending fog of leftover flatulence.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are... And meet the young ladies who fell from a star..." The arctic vixen reappeared in a pink leotard and tutu, with about 15 fluffy men following.
"They bring you good news, or haven't you seen... They ripped up Elmyra's bones, organs and spleen..."
"Let the joyous news be spread, the wicked ol' bitch, at last is dead!" An adult buck announced.
"Ding dong, the bitch is dead! Which ol' bitch? The wicked bitch! Ding dong, the wicked bitch is dead! Now, we can unite in bed, without a looming sense of dread! Ding dong, the wicked bitch is dead!"
With that, each one of the performers was circled by a duo of the fit brutes.
Stripe swooned as his legs were lifted, and stripped of the slippers and socks by a round bear and a lean, but handsome cheetah.
"Uh, aren't these shoes keepin' me safe from -?"
"Here, Vinnie..."
The teen buck was handed a life-sized pack of water bottles by his striped feline handler.
"Um... Sir? Please try not to - Ohh!"
The fawn's dress was ripped right from her torso, along with her petticoat and shirt.
"Sorry. I keep forgetting 'bout these..." Her weasel partner shook the blue spotted rags from his claws.
Meanwhile, the arctic vixen tossed her flats, skirt, and leotard onto the face of the red fox.
"Now, Vincent, close your eyes and say... There's no place like home..." She commanded soothingly for her mate, while she lay on the floor, and dangled her legs.
She then caught all eight pairs of bloomers that were flung towards her, and placed them on Vincent's nose.


The next thing he knew, Stripe was trapped between one cock in his cheeks, and the other in his butt.
"I could get a lotta tension, enter a new dimension, and come out in the front..." Vinnie sung as his ass was fingered by his own kind. "I would get some 'nilla ice cream, and give a buncha new fawns supreme, if I only had a cunt..."


"We're off to see the wizard! The wonderful wizard of Jizz! You'll find he is a hunk of a skunk, if ever a hunk there is!" Snowie sung with the blondie and the foal as their pussies and butts were pounded rhythmically.


Meanwhile, Miranda and Grace found themselves at the mercy of the perverted polecat himself.
"Don't worry..." Assured Serenity Coyote. "Just imagine you're now here, but... Somewhere, over the rainbow... Way up high..."
Miranda winced, but didn't gripe as Slick lapped at her butt, while Grace reluctantly closed her eyes, and moaned as her tight pussy was invaded.
"There's a land that I heard of once, in a lullaby..." Serenity was soon occupied with the cocks of three wolves. One muscular, one skinny and flea-bitten, and the final one on the chubby side.


All eight cosplayers continued singing their demented reprises of these iconic songs, until they were all filled to the brim with sperm pools.


"Ohh... My... What a mess I've caused..." Stripe posed in his share of milk.
"Better clean up, everyone! We've got a brand new ruckus to start tomorrow!"


TO BE CONTINUED...