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Normally, Meelo didn’t care what his fellow racers did in their downtime. If anything, he preferred knowing nothing unless it related to their goals at-hand. The chameleon hated learning about useless gossip regarding what A did to B as well as C, or what happened on season whatever of a random TV show he never planned to binge, when more productive hobbies could be found in-between racing events.

It wasn’t to say he identified as asexual either or held Amish-like opinions regarding romance or sexual relationships. His schoolboy attraction to Vyxx said enough, even though Meelo secretly knew a punk hyena like her would never be interested in a meek little chameleon like him. Not even if he won the Grand Prix over ten times.

Unbeknownst to his teammates or fellow racers though, Meelo didn’t just have an attraction for the opposite sex. Unbeknownst to the others, he considered his male teammates quite…attractive. The chameleon hated to admit it, but it was true. Krom and Wrecks were two of an idiotic pair, yet he couldn’t deny that every once in a while, behind the safety of his glasses or tablet, he’d sneak unnoticeable glances at the crocodile and rhinoceros respectively whenever they bent down to pick something up. He felt slight shame, privately acknowledging that King looked stunning in his expensive business suits. As much as he detested Sonny’s eternal optimism, Meelo couldn’t deny it had a pleasant infectiveness to it. He didn’t even mind being hugged by the friendly bear whenever he initiated a group hug, wishing it would last longer.

And Tag? Oh…Tag.

The day they first met, Meelo admittedly didn’t see anything in the spunky, upbeat tiger, thinking he was going to be one of dozens of rookie racers who would be washed out by the end of the first several races. However, not only did Tag manage to pull through and thrive in the cutthroat racing world, but the feline managed to help uncover a vast conspiracy and trusted him to be the one to help break open the black box. As the days rolled by, Meelo started to realize just how handsome his tiger teammate really was; his charming smile, optimistic naivete, his muscular frame beneath the formfitting black-and-orange tracksuit.

Every once in a while, Meelo found himself thinking about him on lonely nights. He would be all alone in his room in the later hours of the night, unable to fall asleep or too tired to continue with a project for his car. So, Meelo undressed himself and timidly masturbated to the thought of Tag (and another male racer in the Grand Prix, sometimes Axle or Krom or Wrecks) performing sexual acts either on him or in front of him. Sometimes, they fucked in front of him, but other times, they fucked him, trading him like a cigarette or bottle of alcohol. Multiple nights, the chameleon stroked his green shaft to the images of Tag lapping his rough tiger tongue on his member, then licking and nibbling at his neck. The hot chuffs he would gasp out and speculation of his cock size often left Meelo sweaty and shivering all over his scaley body.

Speaking of whom, it was a quarter to midnight on the Ark, and Meelo was passing by Meika’s room on the way to his own bedroom when the chameleon spotted an unusual sight: not one, but two figures were leaving the vixen’s room. He hid around the corner of an adjacent hallway, watching with keen interest when it dawned on Meelo who they were. A stoic eagle in a white tracksuit, abnormally relaxed and holding paws with another curiously relaxed, familiar feline shorter than him.

“Axle?” Meelo whispered, almost dropping his tablet onto the floor. “T-Tag?”

Why was the veteran racer holding paws with the rookie racer? Why did the former look visibly satisfied and relaxed, listening to the latter talk in a quiet tone when the eagle often pretended not to hear the tiger’s loud voice? Most of all, why did they look at each other like boyfriends? Well, the chameleon had all his questions immediately answered when he spotted Tag stop at his door, let go of the older avian’s fingers, then turn to give him a deep kiss. The veteran didn’t turn away in disgust, instead leaning in closer to the feline’s whiskered lips.

Neither of them spotted Meelo. Neither of them noticed him timidly lift his tablet, then take several photos for posterity. The two appeared so relaxed, so calm, and at peace. Like they were the only two souls left on the Ark as it floated at high altitudes between Rimba Grand Prix racetracks around the entire world. When they parted for air, Meelo could spot a happy blush on the tiger’s cheeks as well as on the eagle’s and went down the adjacent hallway before Tag glanced in the chameleon’s direction.

Meelo trekked around the Ark for thirty minutes, mulling over the pieces. Of course, it made sense. Not only were Axle and Tag in a romantic and sexual relationship, but Meika was involved somehow. Either as a bystander who watched or as an active participant. It didn’t surprise the chameleon to find one or more pairs or racers in a romantic and sexual entanglement, but to have it be Tag and Axle as well as Meika?

“I need to talk to them,” Meelo concluded, finally entering his room. “Tomorrow.”

***

It didn’t take much to convince Tag and Axle to speak with him alone. All he needed to do was approach each man when the other was alone, saying he needed to talk to them about something incredibly important. The chameleon smartly left it vague enough for the eagle and feline to each come to their own conclusion.

At one in the afternoon precisely, the two larger males entered his garage. They pretended to eye each other with suspicion, but deep down, Meelo could already see the spark in their eyes. If he were a gambling chameleon, he would bet the two wanted to relax around each other but continued their rivalry personas in order to fool the smaller reptile. Luckily, they wouldn’t need to hold up their masks for very long.

“Well, what is it?” Axle asked Meelo. His voice sounded annoyed, like he had better things to do than be there. “You said it involved something important regarding Pike, correct?”

“Wait, it involves Pike?” Tag perked his ears up. “Meelo, weren’t you saying King—”

Rather than keep up facades, Meelo lifted up his tablet and showed the two what was onscreen: an up-close image of them, kissing passionately in front of Tag’s own door. Safe to say, the looks of abject surprise and horror on their expressions made it all worth it.

“I also believe Meika is somehow involved as well?” When neither of the taller animals said a word, but their eyes widened, their betraying gazes switching between the photo and him and back again, Meelo couldn’t help himself from being smug. “I thought so. I take it that you weren’t just teaching the Heimlich maneuver to Axle while both of you were upright, right Tag?”

“What do you want?” Axle steeled his gaze down at the smaller racer. His frowning beak and darkened demeanor told enough. If he were a rookie like Tag had been the previous year, Meelo likely would’ve cracked under the pressure. “Is this blackmail? What’s the point when—”

“No, no, no, not blackmail,” Meelo corrected him, and Tag visibly relaxed, though his ears were still downturned in shame. “I’m not King. Or Pike. If I wanted to get you to do what I want, I would have other methods.”

“Meelo, I…We…” Tag let out a sigh. Then, the tiger finally found the courage to speak up, the worry in his voice melting into confidence. “I admit it. We admit it. Me, Axle, and Meika are…in a triad, of sorts. It started a few weeks ago. It started out as…a way to relieve stress between races, but changed into something…much, much more.”

Axle nodded with his tiger. Rather than let his words tumble out, he simply allowed Tag to do the talking. He was good at it, after all. He wouldn’t say it yet, but it happened to be one of his most admirable traits in the eagle’s eyes, being unafraid to speak one’s mind.

“Anyway, we’re all really starting to like each other, the three of us.”

Meelo hummed with interest, setting aside the tablet. “I did notice you and Meika were performing better since last month. I didn’t think it involved you sleeping with each other, as well as our rival, but then again, you have been the more openly sexual racer.”

“Openly sexual?” Tag perked an ear up, confused.

“I, uh…” Meelo failed to hide the intense blush in his cheeks. “I used to hear you paw yourself every night last year, before you moved rooms.”

Like a burst dam, the tension in the room flowed away. Tag gasped, Axle nearly broke out into hysterical laughter, only to swallow it down, and Meelo furiously scratched the back of his scaley neck as his tail bashfully swished at the metal floor.

“You little pervert,” Tag suddenly purred with a chuckle.

“I’m a what?” Meelo stepped back, slowly realizing that his handsome tiger teammate had stepped forward one feet, then two feet and three. The eagle joined him, and the chameleon started to feel smaller. “Wha-What…did you,” he gulped meekly, “call me?”

“You’re a pervert,” Tag chuckled confidently, still purring. “Isn’t he one, Axle?”

“Yes, he is,” the avian murmured amusedly. His steely eyes gazing downward, and for a moment, Meelo could see flashes of uncertainty behind his mysterious, dark eyes. “And you don’t mind. Do you?”

“Um.” Meelo gulped, intimidated by the approaching predators pinning him against his bedroom wall. He could feel the sudden erection appearing within his formfitting tracksuit, and his blushed turned blood red when the two taller animals noticed it. “Actually…I’m a little d-disturbed that I d-don’t mind this p-position…W-W-Would…M-Meika…mind?”

Axle exchanged a subtle glance with Tag, then simply said, “No.”

“Meika doesn’t mind if we hook up with other men,” Tag explained a little further, absentmindedly palming his own crotch with his left paw. “But she did want me and Axle to be honest and tell her about each hookup. Mmm, and I have a feeling tonight’s gonna be a good story to tell…if you’re up for it, Meelo?”

The chameleon was dead silent. At first, Meelo didn’t know what to expect when he confronted those two about their romantic and sexual affair. Initially, he figured it would end with the three of them going their separate ways, but what he didn’t expect was for the two predator animals to flirt with him. Then he suddenly asked if Meika wouldn’t mind him being curious. And now, Tag was outright asking Meelo if he was interested in having sex!

Meelo tried forming the right words. It made him more frustrated when they came out like unintelligible vowels. Still feeling his body blush and his cock continuously throbbing between his legs in the restrictive tracksuit, the chameleon nodded. He nodded like it was supposed obvious answer on the planet.

Without a word, Tag and Axle both smiled to each other, then to Meelo, and reached up to unzip the fronts of their tracksuits. The latter’s mouth watered as he watched toned, muscular chests emerge from the color-coded fabrics, The zippers teasingly revealing the eagle and tiger’s nipples, then furred and feathered stomachs, the treasure trail leading from their abs down to the beautiful shafts that emerged at last from the restrictive clothing.

Meelo’s nostrils flared. They inhaled the feline and avian scents wafting in the air like perfume. He admired the two hard dicks pulsing before him, and after feeling Tag’s larger paw gently pat his head, Meelo’s trembling legs suddenly buckled. Gulping and panting, he kneeled in front of the tiger’s barbed member, finding the striped cat’s low-hanging balls while blindly stroking the eagle’s as well with his left fingers. Soon, those same fingers explored the sensitive shaft, and Axle let out groans of satisfaction. It was a noise he had never heard before, but I didn’t courage him to continue.

Both he and Tag let out pleasured grunts, especially when Meelo began to suck on the feline’s member, and wrapped his inexperience lips as far as he could go. As far as his knowledge of dicks went, mainly regulated to online pornography and his perverted imagination, Meelo couldn’t help but compare the two erections in front of his cloudy, lustful eyes. The foreskins easily pulled back with enough tender coaxing. Both were bulbous and uncut without being too large for their species, but the eagle’s base was blacker with a pink tip while the tiger’s had barbs and was more cream-colored across several-plus inches, with little to no pubic fur while his lover’s was more neatly trimmed. Axle’s cock certainly impressed in terms of girth, but Tag’s narrowly beat him in length while leaking profusely. The barbs alone tasted like heaven as he swallowed deeper and deeper, his slithering tongue lapping each nub as Tag let out chuffs of desire from the attention. The tiger couldn’t help but thrust his hips forward, if only a little.

Meelo suddenly gagged loudly, and Tag pulled his entire length out. “Are you alright?” he asked in alarm. “Did I go too rough or…”

“I’m sorry,” Meelo answered between coughs. “I’m…I’m not exactly experienced…not like you.”

“It’s fine,” Tag said, giving a reassuring smile. “We’re not in a rush.”

“Meelo,” Axle spoke. When the chameleon turned to look up at him, the white-feathered avian placed his fingers on the top of Tag’s paw, squeezed it, then gently pulled the reptile’s head towards his crotch. “I’ll show you…”

Axle’s cockhead tasted just as strong, if not more. Even without the feline barbs, the eagle lover was still intimidating for Meelo. At least at first.

“Mmm,” he groaned in desire. “Relax your throat. Let the tip push the roof of your mouth. Always breathe through your nostrils.” His deep voice sounded more appreciative, and his hips bucked back and forth in tandem with Tag’s as Meelo stroked the tiger beside them. “Mmm, yeah…That’s it…You’ve got it, Meelo.”

Meelo came to the conclusion he had passed away during the last race and appeared in Heaven. Even if he didn’t, the tiny chameleon racer planned to commit everything to memory. Including the avian’s lessons.

***

The handsome duo somehow convinced Meelo to let them spitroast him on the chameleon’s worktable in the garage. Though he did draw the line at simply tossing everything—electronic parts, some files, tools, etc.—to the floor.

All of that was at the back of Meelo’s mind, however. All he could focus on for the next hour or so was the sensation of Tag’s barbed shaft thrusting in and out from under his tail, orally nursing Axle’s cock as it erratically throbbed between his drenched lips, and staring up to watch the two predatory animals make out between thrusts. It wasn’t the chameleon’s first time being penetrated, be it a lover or his own dexterous fingers, but preparing did take time. Luckily, he managed to grab some lube and let Axle and Tag stretch his tailhole before letting the latter spread him open.

It was scary at first, a little painful too, with the tiger’s tip sending jolts of pleasure and pain up and down the chameleon’s back. And more than once, Meelo was tempted to let his discomfort win. However, he gripped his teeth and panted in unison with Tag, entwining his fingers with the feline’s as he was delicately impaled. He started sweating, shivering at the calloused paws’ touch, Axle’s comforting fingers massaging his neck. Yet all Meelo could focus on were two things: the heartbeat in his chest, and the one he could feel through Tag’s slick, inching cock.

Finally, he made it to the hilt, and after a few experimental thrusts and encouraging the horny eagle opposite of him to feed Meelo his own member, Tag started making love to his teammate and good friend. As he reveled in how tight and velvety the chameleon felt around his solid length, his drooling lower lip being lapped up by Axle’s hungry tongue and beak, Tag’s fingers roamed the reptilian twink’s chest. He admired his slender body, tickled the nipples he could feel between soft, polished scales, and more than once teased Meelo by lightly caressing his incredibly hard green cock between those spread legs. It certainly made him gargle much louder while happily swallowing as much of Axle’s shaft as possible. Those quick lessons really paid off. He was sucking the veteran racer off hard enough and precise enough to make his own jaws sore.

Soon, the thrusts grew more intense, more desperate. Meelo’s fingers grasped either the fur on Tag’s left thigh or the feathers on Axle’s, moaning and felling his reptilian tail swatted the ground uncontrollably. Their masculine lines filled him further and further and further as Axle and Tag bruised their lips together and Meelo slobbered around the former’s pounding dick and squeezed harder around the latter’s. Stars danced across his vision, growing brighter until finally, the once-timid yet bold chameleon experienced three incredible sensations: Tag’s barbed and pulsing length hilting him as hot cum erupted inside, Axle’s cock doing the same as it emptied down his gaping throat, and Meelo feeling his own unattended erection spew jets of white seed all over his and the tiger’s stomachs.

Everyone collapsed on the sturdy table, panting and half-spent. Sweat and cum clung to scales and feather and striped fur. For minutes, Meelo swallowed down all the cum and saliva he could, gulping and gasping around the thick meat. The taste was unlike anything he’d ever had before. Back in high school, the chameleon once gave oral sex to a football player who caught him peeking one too many times. The boar’s cock was nothing compared to theirs.

However, it didn’t end there. Much to Meelo’s surprise, Axle pulled his hardening member from the chameleon’s tired lips, then walked around the table to coax Tag aside. The smaller racer suddenly felt empty without the feline dick inside of him, and he started feeling the cat’s warm, musky liquid drip onto the floor. Still panting and staring in lust down at Meelo, they locked eyes as the eagle lifted his numb legs up to his broad, feathered shoulders. Without much effort, Axle pushed past the reptilian’s relaxed entrance, and moaned as he felt those used, velvet walls welcomed his shaft.

Meelo arched his back, letting out a high-pitched moan. It became louder when he felt Tag lean down to brush his whiskers against the exposed, sweaty green-and-scarlet scales along his neck, licking and nuzzling him affectionately. It drove the chameleon wild. He clenched harder around the avian cock. He trilled at the dual sensation of Tag’s licking and Axle’s second round of fucking. He wished it could go on forever, but unfortunately, it didn’t last long enough compared to the first round. Before either of them could slow down their pace, Axle shuddered another load inside the chameleon, and said chameleon felt weaker spurts of cum jet out of his cock again. They didn’t travel far, only all over his thin stomach.

Once again, everyone sat in a sense of déjà vu atop the work table. The thick scent of cum, sweat, grime, satisfied tears, and musky pants of breath filled the room.

“Next time,” Meelo stated matter-of-factly, “we are using a hotel room.”

Tag hummed with interest, his purring still vibrant in his throat. “Agreed.”

“Next time?” Axle asked between heavy breaths, turning on his side to look at both Meelo and Tag. “There is going to be a next time?”

Meelo let out an exhausted chuckle. “Don’t mistake my interest in sex for romance, you two,” he explained, blushing in embarrassment as his scales turned scarlet. “Relationships are too complicated for my liking. How…However…if you two don’t mind…and if Meika doesn’t mind…I’d like…like to continue this…do this again in the future.”

“I’m up for it?” Tag replied without much thought. “Axle, how about you?”

For the first time that evening, the avian formed a glowing grin across his beak.

“That sounds good to me,” he answered. “But first, we need to get cleaned up…”

“Agreed,” Meelo said with a nod. He tried to stand, only for his numb legs and trembling toes to nearly fail when they connected to the cold concrete floor. “Eek!” He leaned against the table, already feeling two different loads leak from his backside as Axle and Tag wobbled to their feet. “W-Would either of you m-mind…carrying me?”

Tag let out an amused laugh. “I volunteer as tribute,” he said.

So, the trio waddled over to the nearby shower stall in the corner of Meelo’s room. Given the sizes of some of the racers, it wasn’t a big revelation that the Ark’s builders constructed them to be well-accommodating. Thus, it was relatively easy for all three animals to stand together as hot warm poured luxuriously down their naked forms. They didn’t simply wash themselves though; Meelo helped Axle and Tag wash their hard-to-reach spots, let them soap him all over his scales, and admired their rear ends without feeling any shame.

The next time they hooked up together, Meelo couldn’t wait for it. For now, though, he simply appreciated the moment, feeling their fingers shampoo his scales and admiring their toned muscles as well, occasionally watching them kiss under sudsy water and laughing whenever Tag said something random. It brought a smile to the satisfied chameleon’s face. One that didn’t disappear for the rest of the night, the next day, or even at the following race.