At home.

The rest of the night was a blur. I was conscious sometimes, drunk others. I remember coming to as someone poured **** into my mouth. Another time I woke just as someone plastered my face with cum.

When I did finally wake, I was feeling sore all over. I was lying in the guest bed at home, the sheets stuck to my cum covered body. I pried them off me and stood up, and had a look in the mirror. I was still dressed up like a zebra, the paint still on my skin. I had to admit, Miranda knew her stuff. I couldn’t find my phone in the room, so walked out in bare feet, carrying my hooves. It felt strange.

I heard a giggle from the kitchen and went and had a look. Mark was behind Chantel, grabbing her arse as she bent over the kitchen counter, making breakfast. After a moment, he noticed me. “Hi Kimmie, Chantel stayed the night.”

“I guessed, and the fact she is naked, I feel like you two enjoyed yourself?” I asked.

Chantel laughed, “Well, yeah, Mark and I discussed what I could get dressed up as when I come to work with you, I mean, yeah, he was fucking me at the time, but I guess I need to get used to that.”

Mark shrugged, “Work, try out,” he said with a smile.

“And Miranda?” I asked.

“She slept in the bed with us after a shower. We put you in the spare bed cause you were still covered in cum,” Mark explained.

“Oh my God, that send-off, do you remember that?” she asked, pointing at me with a spatula.

I shook my head. Miranda handed Mark the spatula and grabbed her phone. Quickly she pulled up a short video. Half the frat guys were showering me with cum, calling me all sorts of horrible things as they coated me. “They had a great time, and now, now they are talking about having you as a mascot. They asked if they could make a statue of you dressed up as a zebra.”

Mark looked over his shoulder, “They also asked if we would mind if they made a custom blow-up doll of you as a zebra.”

I heard footsteps behind me and turned to see Miranda, naked but for her hooves. “Morning,” she said.

“You are already wearing your hooves?” I asked.

She shrugged, “Somehow, it makes me feel sexy,” she said.

I laughed, “You are sexy, with or without the body paint and hooves, but did we find a furry in you?” I asked.

Miranda nodded, “I had so much fun last night, and for the first time having sex I didn’t feel self-conscious. This giraffe is all confidence.”

I laughed, “So now we have three?” I asked, looking at Chantel.

Chantel smiled, “Have a quick shower, breakfast won't be long, and you will love my eggs. Then we will tell you all about our plans.”