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I shook my head as I entered the small building, drops of water flicked everywhere. I hated rain. I hated it with an absolute and all-encompassing passion. This rain, however, was the absolute worst. It wasn't that it was a particularly hard rain, nor had it been going on for hours. No. What made this rain so evil was the biting cold. Summer rains, it can be argued, are nice and gentle at times. Small sparkling drops of rain gently falling to the ground, the warmth of the day making it seem like a balmy shower. Spring rains can be refreshing and invigorating.

Winter rains on the other hand.

I resisted the urge to shake my head again. My mane was absolutely soaked. Don't get me wrong, cats don't exactly hate water. I personally loved to swim in fact. We big cat breeds enjoy water quite a bit, but no. Not tonight. Not me. Cold winter biting rains can bite my furry tail. Add in to the fact that I was here instead of at home curled up around a nice fire, sipping on some brandy and reading a nice book, and I was not in a very charitable mood.

And I was out of laundry.

So here I was, Saturday night, New Years eve, recently single, and having to do laundry. Especially if I didn't I'd want to miss the gym tomorrow. As it was I'd already forgone doing laundry the last two days and regretted it immensely. My enjoyable afternoon game of squash this afternoon had been more of an ordeal than it should have been. Not only that, I had interviews to conduct at work on Monday. I'd have to look my best for upper management. I can understand needing to look professional during an interview even if I wasn't the one being interviewed. The one time I wore 'only' a dress shirt and slacks I'd gotten a raised eyebrow from my boss, and that bull could eyeball better than a basilisk. I had always made certain to dress in a suit and tie from then on.

It seemed like the fact that it was New Year's Eve ensured that I would be by myself tonight. Not that I minded in the least. Going out to bars, seeking out other furs for comfort or commiseration was not my proverbial cup of tea. It had been Niel's, but not mine. It was one of the reasons we broke up. Amongst other things. We wanted separate things. I wanted a husband, he wanted a wife.

I felt my face scowl at that. Oh sure, I was enough for him when he wanted to get his rock's off, or a friend to be with, but when it came to actually having a relationship or more than a blow job, well, no. He had been so, well, boring. Come to think of it, I had no idea why we had even lasted the two years we had been together.

Not that it mattered at all tonight. I was the one to have broken it off, and his sorry ass was probably out with that new girlfriend of his, Charlene? I think that was her name. Who the fuck cares.

The beige paint on the walls contrived to make the laundry mat seem dirtier than it was. Why businesses chose off-white colors in the hopes it would hide dirt baffled me. It was like they were pre-soiling the walls in a way. The place wasn't actually dirty, and in fact the otter who owned the place advertised "cleanest laundromat in town." It was too. I could have eaten my lunch off of the floor, if I'd had a mind to be into that kind of thing.

The fluorescent lights buzzed a little. It was incredibly late. Midnight had passed a few hours ago, and it was now the new year. Whoopty freakin do. The streets were a quiet outside and the drunks had (presumably) already made it home. I made my way to one of the machines in the back and began my sorting. Colors, delicates, knits, sheets. Each had their own washer. No need to get things all messy and out of sorts. I actually enjoyed doing laundry. The fresh scent of lavender or rose from the softener always made me smile and think of being a kit.

I heard the door to the laundromat open behind me. Some other fur had come in like I did. Curiosity made me glance over. The grey wolf nodded companionably to me as he made his way to a washer near the end of my row, his mesh basket of cloth tucked under one arm. He lifted the washer's lid, hefted the bag up, and dumped the contents into the white machine in front of him. I cringed inwardly as I noticed he dumped whites in with bright colors. Well, not my thing. If he wanted that obviously bright blue shirt to impart it's vibrancy onto his underwear and make them a nice pale azure, well, it was no water off my whiskers.

"Fuck!"

The shout was a little loud, and my head snapped to the side as I heard the front door close again.

"Give me a hand here son!"

For an instant I thought the horse was talking to me. The guy was big. His grey coat was matted with water, and he wore no jacket. Just a wife beater and gym shorts. Two large duffle bags were slung over his shoulders causing his muscular arms to bulge. I definitely wasn't complaining. The guy was built. He obviously worked out, and as I stared it dawned on me I knew this guy. He went to my gym in fact. I'd seen him a few times over on the heavy weight machines, or working with medicine balls. It also dawned on me that I'd seen the wolf hovering around him as well a few times.

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Wait...Son?

I idly began to sort my whites. Socks had their pile, underwear another, and undershirts yet a third. Call me anal, but I preferred to keep things tidy. I kept the horse in my peripheral vision as I tried to see what was going on here. It was a more than a little odd for a horse to call a wolf son.

The lupine made a beeline for the horse and took one of the large duffel bags from his paws, only struggling a little. I realized with a bit of a start that the wolf's puffy winter coat belied his musculature. He was pretty hot and ripped. I tried not to stare, but I felt my tail twitch a little in appreciation. His bushy tail swished in the air with each stride, and I he noticed me watching out of the corner of my eye. I didn't turn my head away. It wasn't like I was embarrassed. Far from it.

The sound of echoing hooves reminded me I wasn't alone with the wolf, and a deep grunt preceded the dull thud of the other duffle bag hitting the lid of one of the washers next to me. I turned slowly. The equine was unzipping the green cloth bag. He noticed me watching and gave me a slight smile and a nod.

"Hey, I've seen you around. The gym right?" His voice was deep and a little raspy.

I nodded. "Yeah, Neighborhood Fitness on tenth right?"

He smirked. "Yeah. Just came from there."

My eyebrow rose a little. Just came from the gym? On New Years? He noticed my expression. "We did our celebrating last night."

That made sense. Like me, not everyfur had an urge to go out and party like it was 1999. Some of us preferred to stay in, or whatever. Apparently this horse...

"We?" The word slipped from my lips quickly. The horse nodded and gestured with his broad head. I turned and watched the wolf dump the rest of his clothes into the another washer, then heft the bag he'd taken from the horse and pad over.

He was dressed in sweats that matched his fur, a smoky black, a small diamond of white between his eyes. Outside in the dark of night he'd be very hard to spot. My nose twitched a little. Well, if he'd showered anyway. The guy had a musky almost feral smell to him. My nose wrinkled on instinct as he padded closer. He extended a paw. "I'm Frank."

The horse smiled and inclined his head. "Dillon"

I shook his paw politely. "Trevor."

My quiet evening of doing laundry alone was shattered. I'd have to finish my ninetieth read of Heathcliff's adventures later. I loved my classic literature. Ah well, I might as well be friendly.

The horse and wolf made good conversationalists. I learned that Frank was an attorney, and that Dillon worked as a contractor. They'd met online quite a few years ago, but had a relationship that seemed to work.

It also dawned on me that their relationship was anything but conventional. A couple of times during the hour or so that we sat there, Frank would say something, usually a little risque, and Dillon would scowl. I'd watch as Frank's ears would go flat, and he'd seem to fidget a little.

"So, Trev, you single?" If anything I had learned this evening, it was that Dillon was blunt to a fault.

I nodded my head a little, scratching my shaggy yellow mane. "Yeah, turns out Reg was a little too straight to live a gay life."

The horse smirked a little. "Straight?"

I nodded. "Yeah, first time I've ever been left for a girl."

Dillon chuckled.

"Plus...." I realized I was getting into a rather personal area.

The horse cocked his head and Frank looked me up and down. "Plus what?" The wolf asked, just as blunt as his partner.

It was a simple question, and I'd left myself open. Ah well, it's not like these guys were going to judge me too harshly.

"Well...plus he was not very adventurous." My mane prickled a little. This was getting a bit intimate, but well, I didn't really have anyone to talk to about this.

"Ah, well, vanilla isn't exactly an exciting spice is it?" Dillon stood up and stretched. I couldn't help but stare as the wife beater he was wearing rode up on his midriff a little. He had a nice little tuft of grey and white fur for a happy trail. Oh what a trail that would be too. But well, that's not for me. I don't poach.

"Ah...well. Spice? No, vanilla is a little bland, not that I have a lot of experience, but I'd hoped that Reg would well, explore a little with me."

This conversation was making my sheath seem a little tight. Dillon was sexy, there was no denying that, and Frank had a cute tail. Talking sex always made me a little horny, and the fact that I was doing so with a very hot fur couple was a little erotic.

Frank chuckled. "Well, exploration is always fun, regardless if you do it alone or not."

I huffed a little. "Yeah well, it would have been nice. But well, I'll find something."

The buzzer went off on the washer I was using. I got up and padded over, my claws ticking on the linoleum floor. Shortly after, the washer that Frank had been using buzzed as well. The wolf made his way past me and began shuffling clothes into the dryer.

Dillon moved silently for all of his bulk. One second he was sitting in the chair over to the side where we had all been chatting, the next he was behind me. He prodded one of my jocks with his hooved finger.

"Nice brand, I prefer 'Tails' myself though."

I shrugged. "Eh, these do their job."

His nicker was soft and I felt his breath on the back of my neck.

"Oh sure, they are utilitarian, and do a good job of holding junk in, but let's face it, it doesn't hurt if it looks good." The horse picked a pair up and examined it. I felt my skin flush a little under my fur. He just happened to pick up the pair I had worn a few days in a row. I could smell my own funk from where I was. Being feline I had a distinctively strong musky smell. Nothing like territorial marking glands to give a guy a certain 'Je ne sais quoi.'

"Damnit!" Frank cursed hitting the change machine on his washer.

"Easy there son, I'll get it." The horse clopped over to the machine and slammed his huge fist down on the offending change unit. There was a soft metallic clang as the coin finally migrated through the mechanism, an electronic buzz, and the machine started.

Frank grinned up at the horse. Right then I realized Dillon hadn't put my jock down. Frank's nose twitched a little, and I could see him inhale. He closed his eyes and leaned forward, his muzzle pressing into my dirty jock, his lips curl in a silent snarl.

The equine's eyes glanced at me for a moment before turning back to the wolf.

"Frank?" Dillon's voice had dropped a little, and I noticed his posture change subtly. He stood a little taller, his neck arched. The wolf opened his eyes and looked into the now hardned equine face. His ears went flat, and he slunk down a little and muttered something too low for me to hear.

"What!?" Dillon hissed, looking a little miffed. He snorted, blowing his breath out of his nose. I was a little uneasy at watching this scene unfold. I had no real idea what was going on, just an inkling, but only that. Something was dreging up images I'd seen in porn before. Images of a fur kneeling before another, the downcast eyes pleading with a mix of lust and fear.

Frank ducked his head a little after whispering to the hoss. I only caught the last few words "....so so good. Sorry. I'm sorry sir, forgive me Dad."

The light finally clicked in my brain. These two, while a couple, obviously had a Dom / Sub thing going on. I felt my sheath tighten again for another reason. That had been one of my fantasies that I'd never really had the balls to broach with Reg. The Tiger had been a bit prudish, and the few times I'd hinted at something like that I got a lecture about how he 'wasn't a sissy.' But here were two grown furs, neither of which I'd call sissy, who were obviously dom and sub.

Dillon turned his head and looked at me. He seemed to regard me for a few long seconds before nodding to himself.

"Trev, come here." He stood tall and smirked a little. There were a million changes to his body language that I registered. He stood almost ramrod stright, his chin was lifted, and he oozed confidence. Oh sure, he was a hot hoss before, and had an air of authority about him, but the Dillon of before was nothing compared to this version of Dillon. I sensed that whatever mask he wore during the day was gone, and I was seeing the inner stallion.

I hesitated a moment, a silent battle waging inside of me. My eyes flicked from Frank to Dillon, wolf to equine, sub to dom a few times. Frank still had his ears down, but was no longer looking me in the eye. Dillon didn't look angry, he just looked, well, strong. Something in me shifted a little. Call it a subconscious decision, or a yearning to join in whatever game their were playing, but whatever it was, something changed. I squared my own shoulders and lifted my chin and calmly walked over. My tail gave me away through. I could feel it flicking from one side to the other.

"Whats up? Something wrong?" I felt the inner manager drop over my expression. This was how I acted at work when I had to face a difficult situation. Maybe one of my employees had missed a deadline, or they had been fighting over who's turn it was to make the coffee. It was a mask I wore at least once a day. I'd mentally slip into this mode, and handle the situation. Not everyone would be happy, but what did I care? I wasn't there to soothe bruised egos, I was there to make things happen.

Dillon tossed his mane. "Well, seems Frank here got a whif of your jock. Seems you smell good to him."

The horse glared down at Frank. I didn't think it was possible, but the wolf shrank back in on himself a little more. "What do you have to say for yourself pup?"

"S-s-sorry. I-I couldn't help it. I didn't have p-p-permission. S-sorry" His tail was between his legs. I realized he was a little taller than me, but was trying to make himself look smaller. It was an odd sensation to see someone more muscular and bigger than me grovel. It gave me a bit of a rush and I felt my cock harden, the tip sliding out of the opening of my sheath a little, rubbing the rough cloth of my jock.

Whatever was inside me slipped a little more. I felt a little power hungry. Where it came from I don't know. "Hrm, seems to me it's not me you should apologize to Frank." I was a little surprised at the growl in my voice. Dillon's ear twitched slightly and he kept his eyes on me, intently watching. Suddenly he seemed to make up his mind about something. His paw darted out quickly to the front of the wolf's sweatshirt and pulled him forward roughly until they were snout to snout.

"Well...?"

The horse made that one word sound like a death sentence. His eyes narrowed and his lips were curled back revealing a set of perl white teeth. The grey horse's jaw was tight with rage, and his arm bulged from holding the wolf up to his height. The other paw reached forward to grip the wolf by the throat causing Frank's rear paws to scramble a little in panic.

"Oh God....I'm sorry D-dad, I'm sorry, it just s-smelled so good, I couldn't help it! P-please!"

There was a definite whine to his voice and he scrunched his eyes shut. I was a little surprised at myself. I didn't feel fear or revulsion. I felt a cool detachment toward the wolf. At that moment he didn't matter. Not one bit.

"Hrm, well kitty. Now's your chance. You wanted to explore, seems my boy here has been a little lax tonight. Thought he might get away with being a sneaky little shit in front of a stranger. Well? Think you got the claws for this? Or all you gonna go all housecat on me and be a pussy?"

I didn't hesitate for a moment. That cool dispassion was replaced by a confidence I hadn't felt before and a sexual hunger I had to satisfy. Immediately. His words didn't sting at all. Instead they crackled in my brain and a shot of desire flooded my balls. In an instant I felt my cockhead swell and a wetness that told me I'd begun to pre heavily.

I snarled a little. "Well, I have the claws for it, the question is can this poor thing handle two at the same time? I may not have done this before, but I think I might have a knack for it."

Dillon chuckled. There was no kindness to the sound, just wry humor. "Well, that's not for me to worry about now is it? No. Thats Mr. Wandering Nose here. Hrm. This might be a bit public."

His cool blue eyes darted around for a second and lit upon a door. "Ahhh yes...."

With a quick shove, he wheeled Frank around and drove the poor wolf forward to the bathroom. With one paw he opened the door and shoved the wolf inside. "Stay there and strip down you little shit, we'll be there in a minute." The door closed on the surprised wolf. Dillon huffed.

"Ok. Listen. I'm heavy handed, even for a dom. I don't mean to freak you out, but this is going to be, well, a bit intense. If you have the balls for it, well, I think this could be fun."

I didn't miss the tent in the draft horse's shorts. It was clear he was turned on. So was I. My own member had shed it's sheath and was straining against the fabric of my jock. I nodded and shuffled my paw.

"Well, I haven't done this before, but damn. I....I want to do this. You...you don't mind?" I rubbed my paw on the back of my mane. Dillon looked a little shocked and smiled.

"Nah, I don't mind. We've, well, we've been together a while now. Little slut lives for moments like this. Don't get me wrong, I love him, but he's a shit sometimes. I doubt he'd be able to stay with anyone else for very long. I keep him on his toes though. Hrm. How are we....."

He seemed to trail off for a second as he glanced around. Suddenly he strode forward and grabbed a piece of paper from the message board. He scribbled quickly on the sheet.

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"OUT OF ORDER"

Thx Mgmt

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He smiled and picked a tack out of the cork and rammed the paper on the door. He smirked and grabbed his crotch and snorted. "There, that should keep any surprise visitors at bay for a bit. Ready friend?"

My response came out in a rumbling growl. "Fuck yes...."

He pushed the door open with one quick glance behind us to check to see if the place was still empty. It was. I stepped inside at his quick wave. The bathroom was a little bigger than I anticipated, but it was still small considering that one muscular wolf, one hulking horse, and one lion took up the space.

The lupine was on his knees naked. His muzzle was down, and his paws were folded into his lap.

Dillon wasted no time. He backhanded the wolf, his paw slamming Frank's muzzle to the side. "Fucking useless shit. Another dom comes along, and you just can't help it. Decide to sample the goods without asking me first, and then not bothering to ask him if it was ok!"

Frank was obviously stunned a little from the blow, but recovered and cowered. I felt my pre begin to soak through my jock into my slacks. I stepped forward myself without permission, without a by-your-leave. I was flying high on adrenalin.

"Slutty little pup. Such a sick fuck too. Can't keep it in your pants can you? Fuck no. Did I ask you to sniff my jock?"

I crossed my arms and bared my teeth at the shivering whelp.

"No?"

Dillon raised his hand threateningly.

"N-no sir!"

"Why did you think it was a good idea?" I didn't even bother to hide my irritation. I hated that I stank. I couldn't help how I was made, but I'd been teased about it for years. One ex of mine used to wave his paw in front of his nose after I'd been to the gym, thinking it was funny. It wasn't funny, it hurt. Here was some stranger trying to sniff my goods on the sly. I wasn't happy. I was in no mood to be indulgent either. I leaned down until my muzzle was an inch away from his. I could smell his fear. Sharp, acidic, and sweet.

He gulped and trembled. "It....it wasn't a good idea...I didn't think that..."

The blow came down hard on the side of the wolf's head. Dillon was not a happy hoss. "Did I tell you to think runt!?"

Frank shook his head trying to clear the pain, and to indicate that no, he hadn't thought.

Dillon leaned down next to me, his strong grey equine face next to mine. We leaned in close to the wolf. Lion and horse, both pissed filled the poor pup's vision. The wolf's yellow eyes flit from Dillon's blue to my hazel.

"What do you think?" The equine muttered to me.

I felt an atavistic thrill surge through me. "Seems to me that if he's so hot to get marked, that he should get marked properly. Get to know what it really means to have my stench on him."

"Hrm....I dunno if he can handle it." The horse seemed to be goading me on.

I chuckled a little, thinking of what Dillon said earlier. "That's not his problem is it?"

I must have passed some type of test. Dillon stood up.

"No, sure isn't." He reached down and pulled his wifebeater off. In any other instance I would have been begging to have my tongue rasping over those washboard abs, and plump pecs. Not today. I eyed Dillon with appraising eyes and gave him a wink. "Nice." I hissed. I reached down myself and unbuttoned my shirt, pulling it off.

For once I wasn't self-conscious. It didn't matter that I needed to spend a little more time in the gym. So what if my chest wasn't as defined my shoulders as broad, or my lats as deep? I wasn't here to be admired. The smile spread across my muzzle as I licked my lips hungrily looking down at my prey. No. I definitely wasn't here to be admired.

I was here to be feared.

Frank backed up quickly, his claws scritching across the green tile floor until he was backed into a corner. I felt my talons extend a little as I reached forward and pulled Frank's face into my crotch. I had gone to the gym and showered, but even then I knew that the normal fur soap wouldn't be able to cut through the feline musk prevalent to my kind. The wolf's face was a study of emotions. He was definitely aroused, but a little shocked as well from the strong odor.

I pulled his head tight against my slacks with one paw while the other slipped my belt off, then began to work the fly open.

"Fuck pup. You wanted to sniff my jock, well, now you get to see what it's like for real." I felt his muzzle tremble against my thigh and balls. I heard the soft sound of cloth sliding against fur behind me.

"Better do as he says Boy!" Dillon growled, the sound of hooves coming up behind me.

Suddenly the wolf pressed his nose tight between my thighs. I felt the sigh of satisfaction leave my lips. Oh this was heaven. He'd reek of my stink for at least a day. Well, unless he got some really good 'FurFiend Mark Remover' soap (formulated for our Feline and Musteloid customers). I felt his breath ruffle my fur as he was forced to drink in my smell, causing him to tremble and whimper slightly. My cock really began to ooze pre. I was a definite leaker, and with each passing second I added to the tangy feline smell coming from my sex.

Dillon stepped forward to the wolf's side. My eyes widened and I whistled a little at the equine length he sported. It was long and mottled like most equines, but he was monstrously thick. Not your average horse, as if any equine could be considered 'average' by most furs. I looked up at Dillon and rolled my eyes. "Horses."

He chuckled back at me and winked. "Yeah, well, can't help it. Like you said earlier, it's also not his problem."

With a practiced paw the horse squeezed the base and tip and worked his meat a little allowing one huge dollop of clear slick pre bead up and slowly slip down to the ground.

"But it will be his pleasure...." He huffed.

Frank tried to pull his muzzle away to see what was going on but I held him firm and extended my claws a little, the tips pricking the back of his head.

"I wouldn't" I snarled.

My eyes were locked on the tips of Franks ears as he continued to nuzzle into me, his warm breath steaming up my jock. I gently stepped out of my slacks then and let one paw slip to the band of my jock. My left index claw slid under the elastic and shifted the strap down a little, the tip of my barbed cock head twitched as the cool air embraced it.

"Well?" I purred. "Better see what this dom tastes like."

His nose was cold as it pressed against the lower part of my abdomen. I felt my fur ruffle as his lips worked lower, gently kissing lower. His tongue gently slid against the tip and I hissed a little out of reflex. I was sensitive, and my barbs seems to be charged with a double dose of sexal energy.

"Ahhhh.....such a little fucking slut aren't you?" Dillon whispered. My eyes were drawn down the muscular grey back of the wolf to the plump muscular ass. The mottled equine cock slid against the furred cheeks in a steady rhythm, pre slathering and matting the fur. Frank began to press back against the horse rod behind him.

"Ah ah!" Dillon pulled back. "You know the deal little wolf."

Frank shuffled a little, his knees slipping on the tile a little.

"No...please....." The wheedling was a little pathetic.

Ok a lot pathetic.

The smack was loud. It could probably have been heard on the street outside of the laundromat. For once the fact that this was public spiked a little fear into me, but it only lasted a second. Getting caught was not on my mind at all, not with that sweet wolf muzzle wrapped around my feline length.

Dillon pushed the wolf forward. "Please!? Please!? What, think you have a choice? Damn it pup, no! Now get to it!"

Frank's maw opened wide and he took my entire length in. I wasn't overly long, but I was packing a good size. I felt my tip slip into his throat, the slimy confines stimulating each barb it touched.

"Fuck....ah!" I threw my head back at the wonderful sensation as the wolf's breath bathed my crotch. He gurgled a little as I felt a good shot of pre soak his gullet.

"There you go. There....now hold that...hold...." The command was slow but firm. Dillon shifted his bulk a little bit grunting to get into a good position. He let a runnel of drool slip from his velvet lips down to the wolf's furred crack. As the spittle slipped down between the suculent mounds I heard Frank whimper around my cock.

I reached forward again and held him in place. "He said hold damnit!" I hissed. Dillon gave me a smile.

The horse slipped forward a little letting his tip press against the lupine ass, one paw hiking that bushy tail high. His muzzle was in a grimace and he chuffed a little pressing forward. "Fucking hell you slut. With all the cock you had yesterday you'd think...unf...you wouldn't....fuck....be...this... tight....need to loosen you....up...ahhhh"

Dillon's massive cock slipped inside with a lewd plopping sound and I felt the wolf's voice whine around the base of my sheath. His breath was a little strained and he clawed at my thighs. I glanced at the equine in front of me. Dillon just smirked and mouthed two words. "Three taps" Understanding dawned. If Frank was in any real trouble I'd get three taps in a row. I snarled down at the wolf.

"Fucking slut. In a fucking public toilet, a perfect stranger's cock shoved in your sweet muzz, all because you couldn't keep your nose to yourself. I'd ask you if you had anything to say for yourself but...." I pressed forward grinding my pubes against the wolf, a satisfying gurgle emanating from Frank's mouth "you're a little too busy to....ahfuck....say anything."

I felt his snort against my crotch fuzz and gently pulled back a little reveling the in feel of a slick pair of lips against my sensitive pink skin. The wolf's drool began to drip down from my balls and the inside of my thigh. The smell of horny wolf began to mix with the other smells in the confined space. Horse pre, ball sweat, feline funk, and the musty smell of a public toilet.

Dillon pushed deep into the wolf and I finally felt it. Three sharp slaps to my thigh. I gently let up on the back of his head with my left paw. The lupine slid his muzzle back just enough so he could get a shuddering breath of (Relatively) fresh air then quickly dove down again, my cock slipping into the back of his throat, a lusty moan sounding deep in his chest.

The horse chuckled. "I think he likes you." The equine thrust deep into the sloppy wolf ass, the sound of his heavy leather sack slapping against the wolf's taint was louder than I expected. The horse was really beginning to fuck into his sub, harsh snorts coming from his nostrils as they flared.

"Worthless little shit!" He growled.

I reached down and gripped the wolf's ears and impaled myself deep in his throat. "Ah fuck....maybe not totally worthless Dil, his muzz is pretty sweet." My paw reached down and pinched the black lupine nose shut. I felt the paws scramble for purchase as I blocked off his airway as brutally throat fucking the muscled slut.

God he felt good, that tongue swirled around sensuously as I slammed into his maw, it caressed my bulbous head, teasing the bumps. I knew why too. He was trying to get me off. He wanted, no, needed to breathe, and this was the way he was going to be able to suck in air. If I came, he could breathe, if not, he'd suffer.

My back shivered at the power I had as I drove my cock in again, thrusting harder.

"Ah fuck!" Dillon snorted. "Shit...he's clamping down on my cock Trev....so....ahhhh...fucking good....."

I smiled. "He better. If he doesn't make you cum first, well, he's going to be suckling on my cock until he thinks he's a pup again."

There was a strangled moan from the wolf who began to buck back into the horse who pushed forward.

"Ah,,,,hell....damn...." the equine tossed his head, both hands gripping the wolf's muscular rump and hips. His silver fur was speckled with sweat, a few drops flew off his forelock as he tossed his head.

I felt my balls tighten. "Easy pup...he cums first...you don't want me to cum first...."

Frank slacked off on his suckling and bucked back harder into the foal rod behind him, driving it as deep into his guts as he could. I felt him struggle again against me, his paws scrabbling, but still, no taps to my thighs.

"Fuck...fuck....FUCK!" Dillon snorted one last time and slammed his hips forward with one mighty push, sending Frank's muzzle crashing into my crotch just as I felt my own orgasm swell inside my loins.

"Ahhhhh....." I roared loudly my hips bucking one final time. I felt my cum splash into the back of his throat, and I pulled back quickly, letting my potent lion cum spray the lupine in the muzzle as he took a mighty breath, shuddering.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck" he whimpered, his own hips bucking against air, into a bitch that was all in his sex fuled mind. I smelled his tangy masculine seed spill against the tile below him, no sweet ass to dump in, no friendly muzzle to lap it up. That made me smile.

Dillon snorted a few times more thrusting into the now ruined wolf. "Ahhhh fuck" he whispered tossing his mane and rolling his shoulders. "Good.....unf...good boy." He purred pulling himself free, a liberal load of horse cum sliding down the insides of both his and Frank's inner thighs.

I watched, a little shocked, as Frank quickly turned around and dove down on Dillon's softening mottled cock, licking the slick cum from the pole, the equine moaning appreciatively. "Ahhhh yes....good boy. Clean it all up Son. I gotta put my shorts on when you're done. Don...ah! Don't want to stain em now do I?"

Frank shook his head emphatically , his ears plastered to his skull. I watched this little scene marveling at the lupine's dedication to his master. He lapped up every drip and runel of cum from Dillon's thighs and massive balls, his own wolf cock softening, the knot still clearly visible, a pool of milky cum staining the floor below.

I tossed my mane a little, running my claws through it. I glanced at the mirror to check to see that I looked ok. Aside from a light sheen of sweat, I looked normal. Ok, I had a knowing smirk too, but overall I looked good.

Damned good!

Dillon stood up and we both hitched our pants into place. Frank rummaged around on the floor for his clothing, the sweats having been shoved inelegantly under the sink.

"Well?" Dillon slicked his mane down, looking at his equine face in the mirror. He shifted a little trying to get his thick horse meat into a more comfortable position inside his shorts, the plump shaft clearly still visible.

"Well what?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, when are you going to come over for round two?" He asked. Frank finally settled into his clothes and wiped some of my cum from his chin smiling at me shyly. He was an absolute mess. He stank of feline and horse, cum matted his cheek and nose fur, and he was standing a little gingerly from the rough fucking he had just received.

I tapped my chin a few times with my claw. "Hrm...how about, say, an hour? I'd like to explore this Dom thing a little more, but I have to drop my laundry off first."

Frank was peeking out of the bathroom into the laundromat beyond. He opened the door wide. "It's clear."

"Think he can handle it?" I cocked my head to the side smiling.

"Well, what do you think?" Dillon winked.

I chuckled, digging for my car keys. "Right....not his problem."