The six married ones were probably one of the more exciteful tables in the restaurant. Despite losing a great deal of intelligence to their animal forms, they were still active and social, laughing about.
Sloan, the pig, chuckled, "Oink, we've eaten dinner, relieved ourselves of it, I think it's time that we moved on to the next phase."
Peter giggled, "But, oink, it would only feel right to boink someplace muddy and wet. This place is spic and span!"
"So?" Sloan replied, "Come on, Peter. I'm really horny. Oink, mount me now, and later we'll have wet and messy sex. I'll even poop in your mouth."
Peter grinned, "Can I poop in yours?"
Sloan smiled her porcine smile, "Of course."
Treena looked at Greg, "Can I poop in your mouth?"
Greg grunted, undecided.
Peter chuckled, "Alright." He struggled with his pants, pushing them off with his hooves and letting them drop of the seat, onto the floor, a floor still wet with Greg's urine.
Peter sat there with his chubby porcine penis standing up. He looked over at Sloan as she wiggled off her wet panties from her hind legs. Satisfied with their drop to the floor, she looked up at Peter and smile, "Let's boink!"
Sloan pushed herself upon the table, her hindlegs positioned on the seat. Peter lifted his hindlegs on the bench and got close to Sloan. He climbed on her back and positioned his legs just behind hers. He then wrapped his forelegs around Sloan's big body (as much as he could).
Then, Peter started pumping.
Sloan descended into ecstasy as Peter's shaft started dancing inside her.
Gina cheered in her squeaked insectoid voice, "Hump, hump, hump!"
Greg was certainly enjoying the show. His erection made quite the hill in his pants. Treena took a peek at Greg's hard-on and chuckled, "Oink, honey. You always get so worked up watching other animals boinking."