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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

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To say Eugene and his uncle Franklin’s relationship was strained would be an understatement. Franklin had always been a free spirit, a hedonist, or even a playboy as some might call him. He lived the high life; a successful businessman and entrepreneur, he had amassed a fortune before he was even thirty years old. Having been raised a staunch Christian by his parents however, Eugene could never reconcile his uncle’s sexual escapades and preferences with his own personal beliefs. Franklin was of the opinion that any hole was a goal, even his own in some instances, while Eugene thought anything other than the traditional monogamous marriage between a man and woman was a sin.

Despite their religious beliefs and strained relationship, Eugene’s parents, Sterling and Regina Clarke, never hesitated to ask Franklin for monetary assistance, often through guilting him about needing to look after his one and only nephew. As far as anyone knew, Franklin was a confirmed bachelor and never had any kids of his own, so his brothers only child was as close as he ever would get to continuing their family name. Franklin for all his faults did care deeply about his family, no matter what they thought or said about him and his lifestyle. He never hesitated to help out his brother and his family, he even footed the bill for Eugene’s studies and tuition when his folks couldn’t. Even still, Eugene always remained rather aloof from the old dog.

It was because of this that he was surprised when out of the blue, Franklin’s long-time friend and executor of his will suddenly reached out to the young mutt one day, requesting his presence. It turned out that Franklin had unfortunately passed away during an overseas trip, as such, Avery Sims had made contact as per his friend’s instructions.

“He left everything to you” Avery had confirmed once again to the stunned cream coloured Canaan dog, who sat beside his wife and holding her hand in the expensive chairs before the large oak desk. Avery was a short fellow, even for a ferret. He was almost completely snow white, except for the sparse mop of black curly hair atop his head, along with the black tips of his ears and tail. Eugene had met him once or twice over the years and he was always sharply dressed in fancy suits and ties, today was no exception. Avery was dressed in a sharp, well-fitting black suite with a royal blue tie done up in a classic Windsor knot, which made him look almost serious. If not for his gold rimmed glasses containing thick lenses that made the small ferret’s eyes look comically large that was, nor did it help that due to the weight of the lenses, his glasses kept slipping down the bridge of his nose and required constant adjusting.

“W…what?” Eugene blinked in stunned surprise. Avery had just told him that his uncle had left him in excess of two hundred million dollars and other assets he didn’t yet know the value of. Initially upon learning of his uncle’s demise, Eugene had not even considered the fact he might actually get anything from him, though in truth he wasn’t sure how he would feel being given anything from his uncle considering the life he had led. This was different, this was a life changing amount of money, far beyond anything he could have ever imagined.

“But…there is a catch” Avery quickly butted in, before the young mutt got too ahead of himself. There was a reason Avery and Franklin had been friends for so long, the least of all was their sense of humour and shared viewpoint on religion. So, knowing what the catch was and who it was for, the ferret could barely contain his delighted smile, sure he liked Eugene enough because he was a friend’s relative, but he also despised the young man’s holier than thou attitude to the core of his being.

“Of course, there is, that would be just typical of my uncle” Eugene sighed and slumped back in his seat before grumbling “What’s the catch?” he asked, before puffing a breath up to try remove an errant lock of his fringe from his line of sight. He and his wife, Cecilia, had come straight from church and were both dressed in their Sunday’s finest. Eugene wore a pair of grey slacks and a white button up shirt with a matching grey vest and tie to compliment his natural cream coloured fur. He even had his dirty blond hair done up in a James Dean swept back style, which was as rebellious as Eugene would ever get.

Cecilia as always adored anything pink, with her dark auburn hair done up in a miniature beehive and a pair of elbow length white silk gloves, she looked like a movie star from the sixties. Franklin had often remarked to Avery that she was such a waste, the silver furred, tall and slender Greyhound was far too beautiful to be such a stick in the mud. She didn’t have but a handful of tits to fill her blouse, but she had a firm and pert behind that Eugene’s uncle had once confirmed he could bounce a quarter off of. Right now, she was dressed in a long and flowing pink frilly dress that did an excellent job of hiding her killer figure and made her seem far frumpier than she really was beneath her clothing.

“Your uncle knew how you and your family didn’t approve of his lifestyle, so he thought that before he gives you all his worldly possessions that you should walk a mile in his shoes, so to speak” the white ferret with his large gold rimmed spectacles confirmed, the corners of his lips twitched just a little as he resisted openly grinning.

“What does that mean?” Eugene almost growled as he sat upright again, already having a sinking feeling starting to grow in the pit of his stomach. That was another thing about his uncle he could not stand, Franklin never grew up and acted his age, even well into his forties he loved a good childish prank, so there was no telling what he had planned for Eugene this time.

“Well…in order to claim your inheritance, your uncle wants you to complete this list of tasks” Avery replied as he withdrew a copy of the list from the legal brief and slid it across his desk to Eugene. The fact that the document was printed on thick expensive looking paper and typed in Sans Serif font, along with bullet points, made the document somehow feel more legally binding than it should have been considering the contents contained within it.

“You can’t be serious!” the young dog almost exploded as he read the list. “There’s no way I would ever do that…or that…or…no way!” he snarled as he trembled with rage. Thankfully Cecilia was more level headed and gently calmed her husband while reading over the list.

“It is a lot of money; if it helps, you have my blessing” his beautiful Greyhound wife assured him, as she gently squeezed his hand.

“But this involves you too!” Eugene whipped his head to the side to look at her with shock and surprise. “Not only do I have to…submit to another man, but so do you!” The thought of his dear wife being forced to be unfaithful to him, while he was present, was absolutely untenable to the young man. They both had made their vows to love and honour one another, in sickness and in health. This list was neither, it flew in the face of everything their marriage was based on, how could either of them in good conscience agree to such a thing?

“And provide video evidence of such” Avery noted as well. Franklin had never really believed in the institution of marriage, so it only made sense then that he would make a mockery of Eugene and Cecilia’s marriage. The bastard pretty much wanted them both to be unfaithful to one another, which was bad enough already. But worst of all, Eugene had to allow himself to be bred like a bitch by not just one, but two men at once!

“I know, but it’s just the one time” Cecilia continued to speak calmly as she stared lovingly at her husband. “After that, we can do whatever we want with that much money. Even start our own seed church somewhere, even in another country. Just think of all the good we could do for a brief moment of sin.”

It was a lot of money, a life changing amount of money actually. It would solve a lot of their problems overnight, there was no doubting that. But was the price worth it? Knowing his loving wife had lay with another man? For him to compromise his own morals and also lay with another male. Eugene’s mind was running a hundred miles a minute as he thought this through, all the while he could not help but stare at the faint watermark of a serpent wrapped about an apple, just barely visible behind the text of the document. No doubt this was specifically chosen for them by his uncle, knowing their religious background.

“Who will see the recordings?” He eventually asked, finding he was unable to meet Avery’s gaze suddenly.

“Just myself and a video technician who will confirm the recordings authenticity” the white ferret affirmed. It made sense, Franklin clearly wanted to ensure Eugene and his wife kept their part of the bargain before rewarding them.

“Is there a time limit?” Cecilia asked next, something Eugene hadn’t even considered.

“Yes, you have thirty days from today to complete these tasks” Avery confirmed with a curt nod.

“What happens if we don’t?” Eugene followed up with.

“Then your uncle has instructed me to donate every last penny equally to every whorehouse, brothel and strip club in the state” Avery answered truthfully, with no hint of irony.

“Of course, he did…” Eugene sighed and slumped back into his seat. “Give us some time to think about it…” was all the young dog said before taking his wife’s hand and leading her from Avery’s office.

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Most of the next week was spent in discussion between Eugene and Cecilia, they couldn’t exactly ask for outside opinions on the matter as the majority of their social circles were also very heavily Christian and would probably disown them if they ever found out. Gradually Cecilia began to wear her husband down however, with constant reassurances that she wouldn’t love him any less or look at him differently if he went through with this. After a lot of convincing, Eugene’s resolve eventually crumbled and he agreed to go through with it, but only on the condition they did so together. Of course, Cecilia agreed to this without hesitation, but also worryingly, what seemed like eagerness.

Even though he didn’t know where to begin, for some reason Cecilia did. Eugene however was too concerned about going through with the act to ask questions about how she knew all this, especially when his loving wife began showing him different options for partners. Eventually it was decided they would require three partners, one to record while they each attended another. This would also satisfy the “two men at once” clause in his uncles will they both had to endure.

“Percheron stallions?” Eugene balked at the idea his wife suggested. “You want me to…with a horse?” the nervous dog mumbled as he took her phone from her and began scrolling through the images she had found. As much as he hated to admit it, the three studs were…moderately attractive, as far as being men were concerned. Tall, well built with long glossy hair and tails. Even their packages looked intriguing, which stirred some rather confusing emotions inside the young mutt. He didn’t even partake of pornographic material and never tried to look at other women beside his wife, so seeing these rather risqué images of the three young studs was just different is all, at least that is what Eugene tried to tell himself.

“There are three of them, which is perfect. They also guarantee absolute confidentiality, which is even better” Cecilia sounded almost ecstatic at the idea, while all Eugene could imagine was himself having to lift his tail for a goddamn horse. A small part of him however, a part he so desperately wanted to deny even existed, was actually excited by the idea. The image of those studs pinning him to the bed while they ground against his back and behind just could not be ignored as it played in his mind over and over.

“Fine, if I postpone any longer, I’ll probably get cold feet and chicken out…do it” he sighed in defeat and handed his wife back her phone. Cecilia immediately began tapping at her screen as she sent a message to the three young studs before her husband could back out. At hearing the “whoosh” sound of the message leaving her phone, his heart dropped into his stomach as he knew there was no turning back now.

“It’s done, now we wait” was all she said with a smile. Though he couldn’t help but notice the wag of her slender tail behind her, it was that same almost eager wag she had while bargain shopping at garage sales and church jamborees.

It all happened so fast, it was almost in the blink of an eye that Eugene and Cecilia had even discussed the idea of going through with his uncle’s tasks, to now standing in the stallions hotel room with the three young French studs. He wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad thing that their pictures didn’t do them justice, the three young Percheron stallions were even more handsome in person. It was as if an ancient Roman sculptor had chiselled the three men from the finest marble, with their well-defined muscles and strong jawlines. Eugene wasn’t the tallest guy around, but he wasn’t exactly short either at just a little over six foot, yet he still had to look up at them.

The Larue brothers consisted of Elliot, Mainard and Antonin, who were identical triplets. The way they described it though, was that Elliot was the oldest by five minutes, followed by Mainard and then Antonin by two minutes after, which technically made him the youngest. For all the difference that made however, the three horses looked like someone had cloned the oldest. There were only very slight variations, such as faint differences in small spots on their fur, or barely noticeable deviations on eye colour, but at a glance, they were indistinguishable from one another. As this was not their first time doing something like this and having been explained about the reason behind it, they had offered the suggestion of setting up multiple cameras around the room to capture everything from multiple angles. If this was to be a one-time thing for Eugene and Cecilia, they would want it to be indisputable, to which the couple had reluctantly agreed. Thankfully the three studs had their own equipment so there would be no need to go through the effort and expense of purchasing it all, they even happily set it all up at no additional expense.

“So…how do we do this?” Eugene asked nervously while he looked around the room at his wife and the three young men. He wasn’t sure how he felt about the way they were looking at not only his wife, but him as well. Eugene was not used to being admired by anyone, let alone three handsome men. But the way they looked at him made him feel very nervous and even a little embarrassed.

“Well, we have the list your uncle gave us. I think we just follow that and tick items off as we go…” Cecilia suggested. “So…looking at the list, that means you have to give your first blowjob.”

Eugene wrinkled his nose at the idea, but reluctantly agreed and let Cecilia guide the proceedings as she seemed far more confident than he felt right then. Her first suggestion was for them all to strip down so they were on equal footing and hopefully it would also help break the ice, but that only made him even more nervous at seeing how well built the three young men were. Nor could he ignore the obvious look of interest on his wife’s face as she looked over each stud in turn. Elliot was chosen to be Eugene’s first, Cecilia had him sit at the edge of the bed and part his thighs while making her husband kneel obediently before the large horse.

“Go on and touch him, he won’t bite” She encouraged gently, while kneeling beside her husband to help guide him through this ordeal. Cecilia watched as Eugene's hands reached out to gently grasp the young stud’s crotch, while his two brothers stood either side of the married couple to watch with growing interest. Elliot leaned back on the bed with his hands outstretched behind him for support, his thighs parted wide to let the married canine get easier access to his crotch and soon, his growing member. It felt strangely familiar but very alien at the same time as Eugene gripped, squeezed and caressed the horses thick, soft leathery sheath. At feeling what was growing between his fingers, Eugene started to have second thoughts about their choice in partners, especially considering one of the items required by his uncle was for him to take two of them at once…under his tail. He hadn’t even had a proctologist’s finger under his tail to check his prostate yet, but now he was suddenly supposed to be okay with taking two horses at once!? If Franklin were still there, no doubt he would be making a joke about how Eugene should just look at it as each cock he took up his ass being worth a hundred million dollars to help ease the pain.

Before he could voice his concerns however, Cecilia was already guiding his maw down onto the growing stiffness before him. Eugene looked up into the smiling face of Elliot above him, the young handsome stallion simply gave a nod of encouragement as the married man began to suck him off. No doubt Elliot had had better blowjobs before, he was barely reacting to the poor attempts of pleasure Eugene was trying to give. Everything in his upbringing and in his own personal beliefs was screaming at him how wrong this was, telling him to stop before it was too late, but it was already too late. Eugene couldn’t help but feel just how hard he was, he hadn’t been this rigid since his high school days, hell, he could even feel long sticky strands of precum dripping to the floor between his knees. Why the hell was this turning him on so much?

“See honey, you’re a natural at this. It’s not so bad, is it?” Cecilia asked with a loving smile while she gently pet about her husband’s ears and scruff encouragingly. “Now, try go a little deeper, just careful not to choke yourself” she encouraged, while lightly pressing against the back of his head. Eugene let a deep breath puff from his nose, partly in annoyance with his wife’s seeming eagerness for him to suck another man’s cock, but also because her encouragement was also just getting him even more worked up. He didn’t want to enjoy this, this was sinful and wrong, but having his beautiful wife sitting right beside him while providing encouragement and guidance in this lewd act, Eugene knew if he so much as touched his cock right now, he would explode. Even the fact that there were almost a dozen cameras strategically placed around the room to capture and document his fulfilment of his uncle’s requests, Eugene could only focus on the feeling of the stallion’s length throbbing and pulsing against his tongue.

Part of Eugene wanted this to be over, but another part of him didn’t. If this were over, he could finally stop sucking Elliot’s cock. But when it was over, that meant he had to move on to the next step, which was taking one of the horses under his tail, he wasn’t sure if he was ready for that. As if sensing his trepidation and hesitation, Cecilia stroked her hand down from his scruff and followed along the curve of his spine. Her soft fingers briefly scritched and scratched at the base of his tail, until it lifted and began to wag a little. Once his tail had relaxed, her touch moved lower and beneath it, making Eugene jump at the sudden touch of her fingers there. He shot her a questioning look, without removing his lips from Elliot’s thickness, but she simply smiled back reassuringly at him.

Cecilia began to lightly touch and rub at her husband’s tail hole, just lightly circling and brushing over it while she got him used to having physical contact there. Once he started to stop squirming and avoiding her touch, she proceeded to the next step and applied some lube to her fingers. Again, Eugene shot her a questioning look, but she just gently shushed him and continued to work the slickness against his bare fleshy opening. As this was his first time, she knew to use more than just enough lube to get him slick enough for the next step, especially when her slender finger finally slipped inside her husband’s virgin rear for the first time. She had to stifle a laugh at the wide-eyed look of surprise on his face when her slicked digit slipped inside him, especially at how rigid he suddenly went. If he was this nervous of just one of her slender fingers, she wondered what he would be like with one of the horses under his tail. Though judging by the shot of her husband’s slick precum against the base of the bed before him, there was perhaps a part of him that might actually enjoy it.

Gradually Eugene regained his composure, once he got used to Cecilia’s finger starting to pump in and out of him. After a short while, it even began to feel kind of nice. It helped that she was hugging him gently, whispering soft assurances into his ear and stroking her other hand along his chest while she did it too. So, when she eventually slipped a second finger inside him, the inexperienced dog didn’t freeze up this time. Within no time at all, Cecilia managed to work a third finger under her husband’s tail and there was barely any resistance at all from him. In fact, he even started to lift his tail and rock back against her fingers after a few more minutes of her gentle preparation.

“I think you’re ready for the next step” She cooed softly into his ear, which quickly folded down into his hair at hearing those words.

“I think you’re right…it’s now or never” Eugene reluctantly agreed with a pant, finally pulling his lips off the horses thick and throbbing member, now glistening with his saliva. The monster looked far more intimidating than it should in his hands as he continued to stroke and fondle the young stud almost absentmindedly while he spoke with his wife.

“Assume ze position” Elliot instructed, just as they had discussed. He and Eugene swapped places, with the smaller canine now bending over the edge of the bed in the warm spot Elliot had left behind. The young stallion meanwhile stood behind the married mutt for a moment as he waited for Eugene to get into position and present himself, before he would crouch down low to line himself up. Cecilia watched with avid eagerness as her handsome husband so willingly presented himself to the young stud, his fluffy tail lifting and curling gracefully over his back while the horse knelt behind him and grasped his own thickness to help guide his flared tip on target. She knew just how tight her husband was too, even with just three of her slender fingers he still had gripped down so firmly, so there was no doubt Elliot would enjoy getting to break him in.

“Jesus!” Eugene gasped as he felt the stud’s slick length rub against his behind as Elliot tried to find his opening. The horse leaned down over him, with his large hand pressing into the mattress beside Eugene’s head while his other guided his thickness home.

“Here, let me help” Cecilia offered and soon Eugene felt her hands gently pry his buttocks apart, exposing his virgin hole to the thickness of the horse’s member. He could see her from the corner of his eye while she watched her husband be deflowered. The silent gasp caught in her throat when the young studs cock popped past her husband’s tight ring, the way her eyes went wide as inch after thick inch of young stud prick sunk into his guts. Eugene knew he should feel ashamed, the woman he loved was watching as another man took his virginity, perhaps even his very manhood. But as uncomfortable as taking such a thick cock up his ass was, he could not deny just how goddamn turned on he was from it all.

It wasn’t until Elliot’s hips finally met his buttocks that Eugene became aware of the lewd groaning and whining, he was doing. He just couldn’t help himself; it was too much and the young stallion wasn’t giving him a chance to get used to any of it. As soon as his hips met Eugene’s behind, Elliot pulled back and almost all the way out, suddenly leaving him feeling uncomfortably empty. But the push back inside was no better, then he just felt uncomfortably full again. Either way, his tailhole ached something fierce as every vein and curve along the horse’s cock rubbed it almost raw.

Just when he thought he was getting used to it, Elliot changed up the angle of his thrusts and Eugene was suddenly overcome by an unexpectedly intense pleasure. He wanted to shout for the horse to stop, he tried to even, but all that came out were unintelligible gurgling groans as his prostate was mashed into paste. Cecilia watched as her husband’s hands clenched so tightly at the bedspread beneath him that his knuckles turned bone white, just moments before she caught the faint whiff of ammonia, or something similar. It took her a moment to realize that it wasn’t ammonia she was smelling, it was just the combination of Eugene’s cum on the cheap motel bedding, apparently Elliot had fucked the first climax out of her husband and was nowhere near done yet himself. The sinful knowledge of knowing her husband had been made to climax in such a manner ignited a strange tingle just behind her pelvis, deep within her core and had the slender greyhound shifting uncomfortably on the spot.

“On to the next step, I think” she said, speaking more to the other two studs standing idly by and who were by now also sporting decent sized erections. “Mainard, if you’d be so kind as to give my husband something to suck on?” Cecilia asked with a friendly, albeit, devious smile. In truth, she was enjoying this a little too much, though she did honestly love Eugene, he was rather vanilla and boring in bed. It was a sacrifice she had been happy to make in order to be with him, but now that they were in their current situation, she was getting to experience all those deviant ideas and desires she had been repressing and trying to ignore over the years, which she fully intended to take advantage of the situation while she could. Hopefully this would be enough to get it out of her system so they could return to the normal lives after all was said and done.

Mainard did as told and climbed up onto the bed by Eugene’s head, where he gently lifted the mutts muzzle and guided his lips onto his already stiff prick. Mainard snorted in delight as the married mutt almost eagerly began bobbing his muzzle along the similar, but different cock of his brother currently hilted under his tail. Vaguely Eugene was aware of Cecilia announcing that he had checked off another item on his uncle’s list, he was now in his first spit-roast and threesome. The hard part was over, Eugene had successfully taken a cock up the ass and in all honesty, it wasn’t even that bad once he had gotten used to it. Even though he’d had his first climax wrung from his balls unexpectedly, he was still rock hard surprisingly. Even better still, he was that much closer to earning his inheritance.

Movement off to the side caught his attention, it was Cecilia and Antonin. She was starting to do her part of the checklist it seemed, starting off with getting the young man to lay down so she could straddle his muzzle. Her list was far shorter than Eugene’s, but it did still involve a lot of positions they had never even dreamed of trying before. Least of all, for Cecilia to receive cunnilingus from another man. Eugene had always thought that act to be dirty and depraved, but watching as Antonin gripped and spread his wife’s perky behind so he could have at her with his thick tongue, it did suddenly look rather intriguing. Especially when he saw how she reacted, the flush of colour to her cheeks and the pleasured look on her face. Even just how she moved and ground down against the young stud’s face, there was no denying she was enjoying it. Part of Eugene felt guilty for having denied his loving wife such pleasure, when she was always willing to pleasure him without question. So even as he watched Cecilia lean down over the young stud and take his member between her lips, Eugene didn’t feel anything but love and admiration for her.

Cecilia blushed when she noticed Eugene staring at her, while they both had mouths full of young stud cock. The only difference was that her husband was the one getting it from both ends, while she got to ride a nice thick tongue before she got fucked by the thickness in her maw soon after. He was taking it surprisingly well, she thought. She had more than expected him to back out of this even before giving his first blowjob, but he had surprised her by how he had let her prepare him for the thick cock, which was now hilted inside him. Less than four hours ago he was a virgin back there, now he had an honestly impressive length buried in his guts like a pro, no doubt his uncle would be proud of his nephew. Almost as much as she was, at the very least this all just proved that there was so much more about her husband she had yet to learn. He wasn’t quite such a stick in the mud as she had thought he was for the longest time; contrary to what he might have thought about his submitting to another man, she did not think any less of him. It was quite the opposite in fact, she thought even more of him now, knowing the lengths he would go to in order to provide for her, which in turn just assured her that her sacrifices had been worth it and he was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with and perhaps one day even start a family with.

Eugene watched as his beautiful wife lifted her maw from the young studs now glistening member, as she raised her muzzle to the sky and began to groan deeply. The way her muscles flexed and quivered beneath her almost silver coat was mesmerizing, almost a work of art as she no doubt enjoyed the skilled stallion’s tongue. The sounds she was making were familiar, but different to a degree, he knew she was getting close. But she had never sounded so visceral or feral with him before. Was it just how Antonin greedily gripped about her slender waist, forcing her to remain seated on his muzzle when she tried to escape the pleasure which was driving her wild? Part of him knew that wasn’t the case, the young horse was solely focused on her pleasure and didn’t seem upset that she had stopped sucking his cock. Eugene began to realize just how selfish of a lover he had been all these years, as he watched another man bring his wife to a screaming climax. The way Cecilia bucked and ground herself down against the young man’s muzzle made it impossible to deny that she was cumming harder than she ever had before. To his credit, Antonin took it in his stride and didn’t let up until the slender silver furred bitch all but collapsed atop him and panted in exhaustion.

For a brief moment, watching his wife be pleasured by another man was enough to distract Eugene from his own ordeal. At least it was until Elliot once again began abusing his prostate on every other thrust, making the married Canaan dog well aware of what he was in the middle of, literally. With his mouth stuffed full of Mainard’s prick, Eugene could only give muffled groans and whimpers whenever the horse behind him crammed that thick length under his tail. A tail which was now firmly in the grip of the young stud as he held it lifted and out the way, just so he could record the moment with a small handheld camera, leaving no doubt that Eugene had truly fulfilled his uncle’s requirements. Elliot’s member was thick enough that every time he thrust into the smaller canine, he would ever so slightly spread Eugene’s buttocks, which just further exposed how taut his no longer virgin little ring was stretched about the equine’s cock. Elliot made sure to capture every time his medial ring popped in and out of Eugene too, the way his buttocks visibly clenched as a result of the entry of it. While it no longer hurt exactly, it did still feel uncomfortable to the inexperienced mutt. Even with his prostate being hammered as it was, his balls felt too empty to be able to fire off another shot of his seed against the bed just yet, even though they were tucked up against his groin in preparation to do so.

“Oh Jesus!” Cecilia groaned from beside them suddenly, catching her husband’s attention once again. During his brief distracted period, Antonin had rolled them over and was now looming over the smaller silver furred canine. With how his wife’s thighs were wrapped about the stallion’s waist and the undulating motions of his hips, it was painfully obvious that the stud had ploughed his shaft deep and true into her womanhood. The way Antonin grit his teeth and snorted, Cecilia was perhaps tighter than he had expected and the motions of his hips only confirmed that. He wasn’t outright fucking her yet, instead he was slowly working her open and getting her used to his impressive size before he let loose. Eugene reached out to take one of Cecilia’s outstretched hands in his own, giving her a reassuring squeeze as they both began to be fucked in earnest by their respective young studs.

Elliot began picking up the pace as his own climax rapidly approached, causing Eugene to give an almost too tight squeeze to his wife’s hand, which in turn caused Cecilia to look over at her husband. The sight of her beloved husband and hopefully one day soon, father of her children, with his head in one stud’s lap as he sucked his cock, while another pounded his behind, was more exciting than she had expected it to be. Almost in unison, Cecilia and Elliot reached their peak. While she groaned and squirmed beneath Antonin, Elliot gave Eugene’s backside a few short and sharp thrusts before a loud whinny burst from his muzzle. His dull nails scratched against the Canaan dog’s hips as he flooded the married man’s guts with hot, virile young equine spunk.

Hearing his wife be wracked with so much pleasure was enough for Eugene to reach his next climax as well, at least that’s what he tried to tell himself. It wasn’t the feeling of that hot equine seed filling him, or the way Elliot was again grinding his hips against Eugene’s behind while massaging his prostate with that thick cock of his either. His balls ached with the strain of trying to produce more seed so soon after his first climax, however nothing but a pitiful weak spurt escaped his tapered cocktip and dripped to the cheap motel carpet below and between his knees. He couldn’t even manage enough force to spatter against the base of the bed again, even though it felt like he was about to. Eugene was too tired to move, even when Elliot finally withdrew his softening dick from the married mutts behind. He knew he couldn’t stand, his legs already felt like jelly and trembled with any effort of trying to move himself. Elliot made sure to get a good closeup of the white mess he had left beneath Eugene’s tail on camera, before he let the tired dog’s fluffy length droop down almost defeatedly behind him.

Cecilia was not so lucky however, suddenly Eugene was left alone and even the member in his maw was removed, which allowed him to watch the next stage of their marking items off on their list. Eugene was to be cucked, he had to sit aside and simply watch as his wife was taken by other men. That is just what the three studs planned on doing, as Antonin rolled himself and Cecilia over so she was now laying atop his chest. Elliot positioned himself before her and offered the slender silver furred Greyhound his softening cock to suck on and clean the taste of her husband off of. Once her maw was full, Mainard positioned himself behind her as he gently prepared her for what Eugene had just endured. During all their years together, he had never even considered using his wife in such a taboo and debaucherous manner. As far as he knew, Cecilia was not agreeable to such endeavors, at least that was what he thought. However, when the young stallion’s slick fingers began to gently pump in and out beneath his wife’s slender tail, Eugene could not help but notice the way she raised her posterior toward the attention there, nor the muffled sounds of pleasure she made. He wasn’t sure if it was just because of their current situation they found themselves in, or if this was something she naturally would have enjoyed regardless. Either way, it just further highlighted just how little he actually knew about his wife and her intimate desires, even more so about what brought her pleasure.

In no time at all, Mainard was satisfied with his preparation and moved over to line himself up with Cecilia’s backside. Eugene watched with raised brows as the horse gradually and smoothly sunk his length up his wife’s virgin rear, along with Mainard grinning over at him while uttering a thickly accented “She takes eet better zan you, no?”

Eugene didn’t know why, but he felt a little insulted by that comment. Perhaps it was just his typical male ego and bravado, but being told his wife takes horse dick up the ass better than he did really ruffled his feathers. It also created an unusual storm of emotions in him, part of him was annoyed, along with a touch of jealousy and shame, but there was something else. He was so goddamn turned on just then as well, even though he had been made to climax twice already, watching his beautiful wife be pinned between the three handsome studs as they filled her to the brim with thick, hard stallion cock was more exciting than he cared to admit. When he rolled onto his side and reached down to his crotch, Eugene was more than a little surprised to find his cock was once more rock hard and drooling precum again. Even though his tank felt empty, he couldn’t help but grasp at his length and begin to stroke himself in time to Mainard’s thrusts beneath his wife’s slender tail.

Eugene’s actions were not lost on the trio either, when they spotted him touching himself, they began to alternate their strokes. Cecilia was not left for a split second without a cock hilted in one of her holes as the three stallions fucked her with increasing passion and need. She had never looked so small and fragile before, her small silver form trapped between the three large stallions as they took their pleasure from her. Nor had she been more beautiful either, her inhibitions all but melted away to reveal the real and insatiable Cecilia, the woman who had been so repressed all her life. As much as the triplets fucked her, she fucked them back just as much as she bucked and writhed between their toned young bodies. Every so often there was a brief pause which barely lasted a moment, almost as if their motions stuttered. It took him far longer than it should have for Eugene to realize what was happening. Every brief pause was just another climax being wrung from his wife as she succumbed to their fucking, the triplets clearly felt it in the best way possible and paused briefly to let her ride each orgasm out, before they resumed railing her.

At some point Cecilia must have passed out from exhaustion, or perhaps just sheer overloading of pleasure. Antonin was the first to notice apparently as he looked up at his brothers before stating “elle s'est évanouie à froid”. To which Mainard turned to look at Eugene with a grin before stating “On dirait qu'on va finir en lui”, which was met by laughter from the other two. Eugene didn’t need to understand French to know what they were talking about, nearly as soon as Mainard had spoken, all three brothers gently extracted themselves from the passed-out Cecilia. They at least had the manners to lay her down gently and cover her with a blanket before they advanced on a rather nervous looking Eugene.

He knew what was next, even though he had taken one of them so far and hadn’t exactly disliked the experience, two at once was a different story. Eugene swallowed hard as the three equines approached him, this time it looked as though Antonin and Mainard would be the ones to attempt to double stuff him. Mainard moved to lay beside the passed-out Cecilia as he lay back with his arms folded behind his head, his slick and throbbing length pointed skyward invitingly for the Canaan dog to mount. Eugene stared at him for a long moment before sighing in resignation and moving over to straddle the equine, only for him to shake his head no. When Eugene frowned in confusion, Mainard raised a hand and gestured for him to turn about and face the camera at the foot of the bed. When he did so, he became acutely aware of just what the horse was packing as his thickness suddenly pressed up against his own smaller by comparison maleness. Until now, Eugene had been confident in his size, believing himself to be a little over average. But he was nothing compared to the horse, there was no denying it either as his own stiffness rubbed against Mainard’s lewdly.

Again, he couldn’t believe he was about to do this, no doubt his uncle was laughing up at him from the fires below. The married mutt shuffled forward and lifted himself up, while reaching below with one hand to guide the horse where he needed to be. Thankfully he was still slick and not yet fully recovered from the first round of fucking that Mainard’s entry was easier than expected. Not without discomfort and stretching though, just easier than the first time. Eugene reached behind himself and rest a hand against the stallions toned chest for support as he slowly lowered himself down onto the turgid length below, with his thighs parted and giving the camera the perfect viewpoint to capture the penetration.

“Hogodthatsbig…” He whined, more to himself than the triplets. At least this time he was allowed to adjust, but not for long. Mainard must have said something to Antonin, but with how hard his heart was pounding in his ears, he didn’t hear it. Whatever he had said however, was clearly an invitation to join in. Cecilia had gone over the list with them prior to them meeting, so they were well aware of what was expected of them, unfortunately for Eugene, the triplets were more than eager to see the list through to the end. The Canaan dog suddenly felt himself being laid back against Mainard’s chest while Antonin gripped and lifted his legs up and apart with his grip just behind Eugene’s knees. It was then that the smaller canine felt what he was dreading the entire time, another equine cocktip was nudging against his already stretched pucker and trying to gain entry. With some help from Elliot, it eventually succeeded too.

Eugene was not a violent person, but by God did he want nothing more than to smack the smug grin off of Antonin’s face just then. The big horse couldn’t help it, Eugene had made the most unmanly squeak when a second fat cock suddenly sheathed within him and stretched him well past what he thought was possible. Even now, as the Canaan dog tried to growl at the young horse, the sounds he was making were less threatening than a pups attempts to seem vicious. His toes were splayed wide as the horse rocked his length back and forth a few inches inside the dog’s backside, finding his grip was still too tight for a proper fucking. Even with some added lube from Elliot’s fingers below, there was not much improvement. He couldn’t help it, his asshole ached from being stretched so unnaturally by the two horses. Every little movement of their hips had him squeaking like a bitch and his feet kicking up beside Antonin’s head. Evidently his sounds must have been hurting the stallion’s ears as after a few mutterings, Elliot appeared beside Eugene’s head before he forced his once again stiff prick between the canine’s lips to muzzle him.

“Au moins, elle apprécie ça” Antonin laughed and nodded over to their side, where Eugene could not see, thanks to how his face was turned and currently being fucked by Elliot. Though he didn’t need to look to know what they were talking about, he could hear the faint heated breathing beside them. Cecilia had regained consciousness and was now watching her husband take on all three studs at once; clearly, she was enjoying what she saw. Eugene could also hear faint wet sounds that were not coming from him or the horses; along with the scent of his wife’s renewed arousal, she must have been touching herself while watching him be stuffed to the brim. Even though his cheeks began to burn with shame at being watched while he was pinned between three men as he was, part of Eugene also found it oddly exciting. To his shame, again he could feel just how rock hard his cock was; the damn thing was bouncing against his belly every time his hips were jostled by the stallion’s thrusts into him. God, he wished his ass still hurt, at least then he could pretend like he wasn’t enjoying this and his erection was just a result of his prostate being ground against again. But even with the dull ache of being so stretched by the two young equine studs, there was something about the experience he just could not deny that he was enjoying.

The more he fought those notions, the more intense the pleasure seemed to become, until finally, his cock lurched again. This time he managed a decent shot or two, which arched through the air and spattered across his chest. Cecilia obviously noticed as well, judging by her sudden gasp and the low lewd groan soon after. Eugene’s ears flicked and swivelled as he listened to his wife’s quickened breathing, it almost sounded like she had brought herself to climax soon after his own. Thankfully the three brothers weren’t far behind either, though perhaps a bit unfortunately as Elliot was the first to bust this time and soon Eugene got his first taste of another mans seed as the stud flooded his maw with the warm salty mess. Again, the young mutt wished it didn’t taste as good as it did, he wanted it to be bitter and disgusting, to make him want to be ill. But it didn’t, it was a little salty, but there was a strange, sweet and almost fruity aftertaste as well. Though that could have been because of the depth of Elliot’s twitching cock as he almost gagged Eugene on his member, his flared tip touching the back of the young dog’s throat and tongue. He didn’t love the taste, but he didn’t outright hate it either, it was bearable.

Down below, Antonin, the bastard, withdrew his length from Eugen’s behind and proceeded to stroke himself off over the married dog. He was clearly putting on a show for Cecilia, the young stud was grinning down at her as he painted her husband with his hot, sticky seed. Again, Eugene wanted to smack the smug grin off his face, but another part of him unfortunately liked it, liked being marked by another bigger and stronger male. Though again, perhaps it was also because as Antonin was marking him externally with a messy load, his brother Mainard was busy painting his guts with his own load, so Eugene was being thoroughly marked both inside and out by the young studs. All while his beautiful wife watched from barely more than a foot away.

The remainder of Franklin’s list were simple variations on what both Eugene and Cecilia had subsequently done. The hardest part was already over for them, now they just had to do ever more degrading things, such as letting all three studs cream pie Cecilia before making Eugene eat her out. Once Eugene had recovered a little from being double stuffed, he was to have the three horses run a train on him, letting each of them deposit another load under his tail for good measure. The first time he had read through the list of things his uncle had challenged him to do, he had paled at the thought of doing even half of these degrading things. But now that he had gotten past the worst of it, Eugene had started to feel oddly emboldened and even a little proud with how easily he was completing the challenges. Even as the last horse tugged back roughly on his tail to fully sheath himself back inside the young mutt before unleashing the last load of the day into his guts, Eugene felt oddly happy and accomplished.

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“I must say, Eugene, I am genuinely impressed by both you and your wife’s efforts here” Avery begrudgingly admitted as they met once again in his office. The video evidence had been submitted in time and been confirmed to be legitimate. “I honestly didn’t think you would do it, let alone with three studs like the ones you managed to find” the ferret continued on as he stared at the young dog with new found respect. This was not the same Eugene he had met with almost a month ago, there was definitely something different about him, though it was something familiar. It was almost as if a young Franklin was sitting in his office, the thought both made him happy but also was bittersweet at the memories it stirred of his long-lost friend.

“It was an eye-opening experience” Eugene admitted with a genuinely friendly smile. “I think I understand my uncle now more than ever before, I just wish it didn’t take something like this for me to get to this point” he continued, sounding genuinely sad for his uncle’s passing this time.

“For what it’s worth and as strange as it sounds, I know for a fact that Franklin would have been proud of you…of both of you” Avery said while reaching over and placing a hand atop both of Eugene’s as he rested them on the ferret’s desk.

“Thanks Avery, that means a lot coming from you, I know you two were close” the young dog replied, as he slipped one hand free to gently take the ferret’s hand between his own.

Normally these sorts of things could be boring or even sad, but after recent events and a lot of changes, the news Avery delivered was actually rather cheerful. Along with the substantial amount of money, there were also numerous properties around the world Franklin had bought and which now belonged to Eugene and his wife. There were properties on practically every continent and enough money to let them travel the world and visit each one, without having to worry about working ever again. There were a few companies Franklin was the majority shareholder in as well which would continue to run without their input and provide passive income as well, which meant Eugene and Cecilia didn’t have to work anymore if they didn’t want to.

Their new life started with purchasing a comfy RV and going on that cross-country road trip they had always talked about taking when they were old enough to retire. But seeing as they didn’t have to wait so long anymore, they both decided there was no point in delaying it, along with their new lifestyle, they could turn it into a fun trip. As they travelled from the east coast and headed toward the west coast, they visited as many interesting places along the way and met a host of different people.

“Judd’s huh?” the albino German Shepherd commented when he noticed a flyer for a familiar small-town mechanic he’d run into a while back. “Interesting fella” he huffed as he gripped about the cream-coloured hips of the smaller Canaan dog, while his own slowly stirred back and forth to work his thickness in and out of the nice tight married hole.

“We had a spot of trouble with the RV and he helped us out of a pinch” Cecilia replied with a grin as she lay beside her husband on the double bed at the back of their RV. They had met the handsome trucker at a rest stop and struck up a conversation, which soon led to sparks flying and subsequently the spot of fun they were all enjoy now. The silver furred Greyhound had one of her hands down between her thighs as her other reached beneath her husband’s belly to toy with his throbbing stiffness while the trucker rut him like a bitch. He had already left a nice mess between her thighs and was now working on doing the same to Eugene.

“Ever taken a knot before?” the white furred trucker asked with a huff, feeling his own climax starting to build, along with the tempo of his hips picking up as he fucked the smaller canine.

“N…no…but I’ve taken two horses before” Eugene replied back with a soft chuckle, between his growling pants.

“Well alright then” the trucker replied after catching Cecilia’s wink of confirmation. Apparently, the strait laced looking young dog was more adventurous than he had first assumed. With a few last rough thrusts, he began to grind the thick bulb of flesh against the dogs stretched tailhole, slowly grinding and working himself deeper until finally, with a satisfying pop, it sunk inside. Eugene closed his eyes tight and snarled, his cock lurching in Cecilia’s stroking hand as he painted their bedding white with his seed again. Just as a familiar warmth began to flood his guts once more, only this time it was locked in place by a thick knot.

“I think we forgot to ask, but what’s your name again?” Cecilia thought to ask, now that the handsome albino German Shepherd was firmly tied under her husband’s tail.

“Well, my friends call me Snow” he replied with a grinning pant at the beautiful Greyhound bitch.