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I spent the remainder of the drive home nestled onto Dominic's lap. His cock, though flaccid by now, was tremendous. It might have served as a decent enough pillow had I desired it. Rather, I was nuzzled comfortably against his leg. By back was against the front of the truck (thereby against my mate driving up front), but I wasn't worried about that. Not even the slightest bit.

It was amazing the different a few hours could make. The night had gone through many twists and turns, to say the least. Our planned threesome was on, then off, then on, then off again. First Thrad was nervous, and our "party of three" was put on hold because of that. Then I freaked out, and it was on hold one more time. But something had changed throughout the night, and it was hard to impossible to pinpoint. But I wasn't afraid, that much was sure. In fact, I was pretty damn well pleased.

Sometimes you don't need to physically reach orgasm during sex in order to feel satisfied. I often preferred not cumming at all, in fact. For instance, at this moment I was about the most pleased kitty there ever lived.

I had deepthroated a stallion. As far as I knew, I was one of the few people on the planet who could. I had done it on my first attempt. And he had reached impossibly deep. By my metric he had fucked _into_my stomach, even. There simply couldn't be any other explanation for how I took his entire length. And he had cum inside me, and it was the hottest thing I'd ever done in my life. It was emotionally pleasing besides. Thrad trusted me, I trusted him, we both trusted Dominic - and I'd taken his length (and his cum), without feeling at all conscious or concerned. It was just fun. Unabashed, unapologetic fun. And though I was still very much recovering from the exercise, I was also looking forward to what else the night had in store.

For the remainder of the drive Dominic was scritching all through my headfur, and all along my side. I could feel him trace lines against my stripes. Part of me acknowledged he was in conversation with Thrad, but not a single part of me bothered to process their words. I'd been spent. But while I rested against my stallion's thigh, I couldn't help but think about Thrad, driving us back home. My mate.

He had given this night to me, as surely as I'd given it to him. And sure, he no doubt had some curious relationship with Dominic I still didn't quite fully understand. But what I did know was that this was a night of "perfect love and perfect trust", as I've heard it said before. So, without reservations or fear, I allowed myself just to rest. A twink slut like me was going to need his rest if he was going to be ready for a round two, after all. This in itself was a magnificent thing to even consider. I was good for anything between three and fourteen rounds, just to throw a few numbers out there. The fact that I could handle a round two, but only after considerable recuperation, spoke absolute _volumes_to my state of being. My throat throbbed. My lungs were still remembering what it was like to take normal, regular breaths. My stomach, I think, was still in a heavy amount of shock. No amount of willpower could convince my body that it was good to go again. It would still take time to get me in working order.

I wasn't able to consider these things for long at all. I had no idea exactly how much of a detour Thrad had decided to take. It might have been a five minute drive back to the house, or perhaps a three hour drive. It passed by all the same, because I fell fast asleep nestled up against this beast. Even now, I'm not sure if I reference the beast of a cock I'd actually managed to deepthroat, or if I was describing the beast of a man who'd fucked my throat senseless in the back seat of my lover's vehicle.

At any rate, I woke up with an ever so gentle nudge that it was time to get out.

"We're here." Thrad said, tenderly.

Through tired, bleary eyes I replied, "Let me get pants back on."

"Not necessary." My mate said. Then he scooped me easily into his arms, shutting the truck door as he handled the effectively weightless kitten we both called his.

Even in my still mainly asleep mind, it sent an awfully thoughtful (and horny) message that Thrad just didn't care if he was seen carrying his naked boy toy into his home. Never mind that it was late enough that probably no neighbors were around to see. It was still just ever so taboo. Which was, of course, just the smallest hint of sexual play it took to get my cock stirring ever so slightly in its sheath.

Lord how easy I was.

Yet, I was also comfortable, and at peace. In Thrad's arms I lolled my head around until I spied Dominic. Not entirely unlike myself, the horse hadn't bothered to re-dress before stepping out of the vehicle. Although he was, admittedly, only shirtless. I was the one fully naked, exposed, and free for all to see. Save for the bull's massive arms wrapped around me, cradling me sort of like you might hold a baby. So really, it was doubtful any part of me was on display at all. Still, the imagery did something powerful to me all the same. By the time Thrad set me down on the classic, ever unchanging Couch of Sex, I was already on my way to horn-city. It seemed my sex drive really did know no bounds.

"That was something else." Dominic said. It was both accurate, and an understatement. It was something absolutely insane. I'd have had it no other way.

In response Thrad just grunted and went to make us all a few drinks. Then, I was contentedly lying on the couch. I was facing the man who had most recently laid me. I was then aware that it was perhaps the first time I'd ever properly lounged plainly before Dominic. Not only was I too spent to especially care to cover myself up. But I relished in being nude and available to see. Lounging naked in the front room of my lover's home was a natural state for me. And this time, for real, I was more than pleased to invite this tremendous horse into this state of being as well.

No more hangups, no more emotional surprises or freaking out. We were on, for real this time. My excitement for the night was palatable. And visible. My cock was poking out of its sheath in a fairly big way.

"Doesn't take much to get me worked up." I said, sheepishly. I fondled my package and idly flipped my growing dick around a bit. It was likely nobody especially cared that I was easily aroused. And I did like that part of myself, don't get me wrong. But I knew grown men sometimes took more to get sexually amped up. It was one of the precious few things which reminded me that I was younger than those I'd decided to involve myself with.

"Tell me about it." Dominic said. Then, perhaps in a show of solidarity, he fitted his hands around his crotch and posed in just the right way. His bulge was easily visible in his pants. But it wasn't only a bulge. On even an inattentive examination it was clearly an outline. A large one, which reached down his leg. And it had a certain gravity to it. Not matter the cock in question, a flaccid dick just wasn't that long. And it just couldn't outline as firmly as Dominic's member was outlined now. This was a partial chub if ever there was one. It was a far cry from the time it took to get Thrad going. Depending on the day, and of course the number of times we'd already fucked throughout the night.

"That is..." I began to say. Then I trailed off, entirely. It was glorious. I couldn't think of anything else to say. Even though it wouldn't have been a particularly odd thing to say (for Christsake the man had just fucked into and cum deep inside of me using the same organ I was struggling to describe), I still couldn't make myself say it. I was speechless more than anything. The problem was that I wanted it. Trust my mind to absolutely short circuit in a time like that.

Dominic didn't say anything in response. He just smiled, or maybe smirked, and started to feel himself up. It was a small show. It served to highlight the member which would, once again, be fucking Silver deeper than anything ever had. Likely deeper than anything was ever meant to fuck, ever. Period. And Lord, I just couldn't wait.

"Wasting no time, I see." Thrad said. It was a plain statement, as surely as he'd have stated that the score was up on a game he'd briefly stepped out on.

"Definitely not." Dominic said. "Don't mind me, just teasing your boy toy a little bit."

"I'd have it no other way." Thrad began. Then he looked my way, and his face melted just a little bit. Compassion flooded his features, perhaps even love. "Neither would Silver." He said, clearly indicating my erect cock, and the horny flicks of my tail.

I was still too heady to come up with any response at all.

Thrad handed a drink to Dominic. Their drinks looked identical. Whiskey of some sort. The sipping kind. Maybe even the congratulatory kind, although that was maybe a little presumptuous. To me it seemed like a celebratory sort of night, at least. I imagine they must have felt at least a little bit the same. Then Thrad handed me a no doubt extremely fruity cocktail. But on first taste my tail smacked unhappily against the couch.

"It's weak." I said. It was pouty, and I wasn't usually pouty.

"I don't want you going too far." Thrad said.

"That's not your choice." I said. "Besides, I won't go-"

"It's your first time taking a horse." He pointed out.

I did pause at that. It was true, and I really would need my senses about me if I was going to do it safely. I heaved a heavy sigh. I wanted a drink, but it was honestly probably for the best.

"A little can't hurt." Dominic piped up. My savior!

"Just a bit more." I followed up. I handed the drink back to Thrad and gave him my best beggar eyes that I could. They were wide, innocent eyes. How could you say no to a face like that?

Thrad huffed. I could tell he was milling about in his mind, deciding how he felt on the Silver-getting-drunk front. Then I shifted the expression of my eyes. It was a subtle thing. It was the sort of voiceless communication that anyone, even the blood brother of my mate, was likely to pick up.

_You aren't the boss of me.

I know that. I just want you to be safe.

I can make my own choices.

I know that, I just-

I want to have fun, Thrad.

... I want that too.

I promise I'll be safe. Will you pour me a better glass? Please?_

The voiceless communication passed in an instant. Then my bull smiled, and he headed back to the kitchen to remix what he'd made.

"That was cute." Dominic said, once Thrad had left.

"What was?" I said, pretending to be coy.

"That look. You guys really do have something special going on, don't you?"

I looked at Dominic quizzically. People didn't usually pick up on glances like that. Not that I'd had a lot of practice exchanging those sorts of voiceless words with other people also in the room. Then the most curious thing happened. Dominic looked at me in just that particular way. Then he seemed to look through my eyes (what a strange descriptor that is), and into me. It was the same way I was able to look at Thrad.

I can do it too.

That was what I got from Dominic's eyes. I studied them closely, to see if they were for real. But I was certain. I could recognize those eyes anywhere. They were the sorts of eyes which could speak. I thought it was the sort of thing only Thrad and I could share. Only two people who were really, truly close could-

Thrad and I are close. Really close. Dominic said with his eyes. Then he added, That probably makes you and I fairly close as well.

That was sort of a revelation. I knew that they shared some sort of intimate relationship. Not intimate in the way lovers are. But they shared something else. I knew in theory what a blood brother was, and sure I knew that that was how they called themselves. But was _this_really the depth of the relationship they shared? I had known the two of them were close. But if they were so close that I could read Thrad, and he could read me - but I could also read Dominic, and he could read me back? That was just an insane thing to consider.

Then I took a moment to consider. And trust my horny teenage mind to come up with only one response.

So we gonna do this or not?

I said it with my eyes, and my tail, and perhaps a small twitch of my bare torso and crotch. It was an honest reply. And it made Dominic belt the most hearty laugh I'd heard, perhaps ever.Eventually that burst of laughter faded, as the stallion regained control of himself. He did it with sort of a flick of his entire head. Because of the shape of his mane, and the way it traveled down his neck, that was the strength of motion it took to flick his hair back into position. Then, once his mane was once again immaculately set, he looked at me. And we locked eyes, ever so briefly. And I said it again.

Again Dominic erupted in laughter. I glanced towards the kitchen doorway in just enough time to catch Thrad entering the room. He was off-guard, and more than a little bewildered. We exchanged a glance of _don't worry about it._Then Thrad shrugged, handed me my new and improved drink, and sat next to me. In the same motion he set his hand on my exposed package. He felt up my dick with the heel of his hand, and gentle massaged my balls. As ever, I fit so easily into the palm of his hand. Almost as though I'd been made for it. Else, his hand had been made for me. Or, most magic to consider of all - we'd have been made for each other.

Those sorts of mega romantic thoughts weren't scaring me like they used to, not any more. But, just to be sure, I did steel myself with a healthy gulp of alcohol beverage. Then I spluttered. New and improved was right. Extremely improved.

It made Thrad chuckle. I could tell he was keeping the chiding dad tone out of his voice, but at least he was trying. He'd stop watching over me in that way in time. But I did have to admit, he wasn't entirely wrong. I was still very much the kid who couldn't completely handle the taste of alcohol, even if I did like its effects. Although, to my credit, and even though I really, really wanted to drink more - I set the glass down. I wouldn't always police myself like this. Neither would Thrad always police me like this. We just wanted to be careful, was all.

Not to mention that the drink was really really strong. Thrad had listened to my alcoholic plea, alright. Maybe a bit too much.

"You guys are too cute." Dominic said, breaking the moment between us.

"We are not." Thrad and I said in unison. Then, also in unison, both of our ears wilted back onto our heads. It was case in point. We were cute. God damn it. Before Thrad and I could compose ourselves, Dominic continued.

"Silver's package is cute."

Either he and Thrad had talked about my smallness, and that it was both comforting and sexy to me. Else he had read the room, and me, and taken a stab in the dark. But damn if he didn't know how to get a boy going. In response I thrust my hips up toward the air. Thrad was still holding my cock and balls, of course, so really as I did was grind against his hand. I uttered a helpless moan. I was easy, and a hand was on my cock, and I was getting horny. What can I say, I'm a simple creature.

"It's tiny." Thrad said. "It's fuckin small, really."

"Just pitiful." Dominic said.

"Useless, really."

"Only good to be fucked. No fucking for him."

"Too small. It's practically a clit, this useless thing. So tiny."

"Very small."

They were taking turns jabbing at me with dirty talk. The things they were saying might sound mean to you. But to me, they were speaking directly to me. Both to my horny, twink little heart, as well as my cock. Boy were they talking to my cock.

I had started humping against Thrad's hand with purpose. Me and my "useless" package were getting extremely off on this degrading talk between two fully grown (and I do mean FULLY grown) men. Then, in true-fucking-Thrad fashion, the blasted bull took his hand away from my cock.

"Too small for me." My bull said with a shrug.

"Come back here!" I said. I grabbed his hand and tugged it back to my crotch. His hand didn't budge an inch. Then he worked it out of my grasp. He escaped me effortlessly. It was infuriating. And sexy as hell.

"Eh. I'd rather go cuddle with him."

Then Thrad stood and casually lumbered over to his brother. It was such a silly saunter on his bulky form. A lithe creature like me could pull off that sort of tease. But on Thrad it just looked like a silly game. Which, I suppose, was the point.

"Yeah. Come here big boy." Dominic said. Then Thrad actually sat_on the horse's lap. It was a marvel of construction that the chair didn't give way. I had no idea how much the bulky hunks of men before me weighed, but for all I knew it was close to a ton, an actual ton, of unadulterated _man sitting on that chair. And while it did groan, it certainly didn't give out.

The scene was too much to bear. It was outrageous, because they were two massive dudes cuddling up close to each other. But it was also tinted just a little too awkward for my tastes. They were clearly boys playing at being gay with each other. Like two straight dudes might act with each other, if they were joking around. There was zero sexual chemistry between them at all. To any other observer, it really would have come across as a joke. Just two men, comfortable in their masculinity, getting nice and cozy and playing a silly little game.

And it was all wrong.

Where was the action? Where was the lust? There was no desperate need to fuck. These were just pretenders. They didn't know what it meant to be horny-as-fuck. They didn't know what being horny meant at all! And there was something inside me. It was that lustful part in me, that same part with the outrageous, insatiable sex drive. It grew, and growled. Then sprang to action.

As so often happened, I moved without conscious thought. I jumped off the couch and strode toward them. I practically flung myself on them. What they needed was a depraved catalyst to spring their cocks into true form. No more pussy footing around. It was go time. It needed to be.

Except, it wasn't clear at all what the precise weight threshold was for that chair. That poor, ill fated chair. It could handle one beast of a man easily. Be it horse, or bull, the previously sturdy chair wouldn't complain. It would accept its role in life with relative joy. It was as strong a chair as ever could be. Add in another absolute unit of man, and it might have a few things to say about that. Perhaps a creak, or a groan. A little much, it might say. Maybe take it a little easy in the future. Eh, fellas? Yet still, it was as happy as a tough little chair could be.

But add in one horny, depraved, cock-starved and cum-addicted and undergrown (in stature and in cock) tabby to the mix? No can do.

The chair collapsed under all three of us without hesitation.

The wood splintered in every direction. With a tremendous thud all three of us fell to the floor. Even if the drop was only a few feet, the impact on the house was tremendous. There was a thundering drop, like the bass in some over-excited EDM song had just gotten so excited about its job. There was a moment of stupor between us all. It had been unexpected. And it was admittedly at least a little funny. The two creatures attached to my objects of desire started to laugh about it. But I had recovered from the happenstance in sheer moments. Chair, or no chair, I was going to get what I needed.

My dick was on a quest. As was my ass. And my throat. And every square inch of fur along my tiny form.

I needed to have them in me. Now.

It turned out later on that there were no splinters in anyone's fur at all. There was critical structural harm to the chair, but we were all completely fine. But, had there been splinters of any sort - or even if there were bruised or broken bones, even - I doubt I'd have noticed them at all. Such was the state of my arousal. It comes in mounting waves. It's just that that first wave is, uh. Pretty uncontrollable, to say the least.

Interestingly enough, I started with Dominic. It was hard to get at him because Thrad was a wall of muscle, thinly coated in black fur with ever so slightly a tint of blue. He was directly between Dominic and I, so it took some creative acrobatics to wedge myself between the two of them. It was made possible in part because they were still in a light hearted, joking mood, whereas I was on a mission. But also, my lithe form really did come in handy. I could get into tight spaces easily. I certainly wasn't strong. I couldn't work my way out of either of their grasps if I had wanted to. Similarly, I wouldn't be able to cling on for the life of me. But in certain circumstances I could wedge and maneuver myself all over them.

It worked with Thrad pretty consistently, really. One moment he'd be plowing me. But if he wasn't completely on his game, and if he let up on pressure for even a few moments, I could be swiveled around and on top of him before he knew it. Bear in mind that that still didn't put me in control at all. It was more of a bratty maneuver than anything. But still, it was something fun to do now and again. Especially in a sexual context. And, while these two lumbering buffoons didn't seem to be in a particularly sexy mood just yet (honestly, they seemed like boys just playing around), I was certainly in a sexy space. So my maneuverability was in tip-top shape.

I wedged between Thrad and Dominic. I had to shimmy between them, but I did it quickly enough that it still took them a while to figure it out. Namely, Thrad was a little oblivious about it all. By the time he noticed that I was between them, I was already deep into making out with his blood brother. My arms were draped around the large stallion. I was drunk with sex, and perhaps a tiny bit drunk with liquor (although not much, I swear). And I was focused on only one thing. The taste, and smell, of that stallion's muzzle locked up against mine.

He was fun. It's silly to say. But first and foremost, he was fun to kiss. My experience with equines was a hearty zero, up until tonight. And yes, taking his engorged cock deep into my gullet was a feat of strength. But honestly, his muzzle was just fun to play around with. There was just so much mouth available to kiss. When we tongued at each other there was so much tongue there, too. Thrad had a big tongue, that much I knew well by this point. But somehow Dominic just seemed to have more. It was the strangest thing. But after I invaded his mouth in the most aggressive way I could, he returned the favor. Then I was filled with his tongue, feeling me, tasting me. Then his breath was on me, and in me. When I inhaled there was only Dominic. Musty, strong horse. And I could feel his nose up against mine, but his nose was comparatively fucking huge.

It was all a tremendous reminder that I was extremely tiny. To an average person I was small. To a large person, I was occasionally tiny, depending on the largeness of my partner in sexy crime. I had first noticed size difference as very much a thing when I had started to date Thrad. Or, date was a strong word. I noticed it back when we were just fucking. I was extremely small in his arms, and I loved it. To get back to topic, Thrad's tongue, even, was so much more massive compared to mine. He could fill my muzzle. Not only was the bull strong, but it seemed like even his lips, and tongue, could overpower me. All things equal, he was still more of a man than I was. And I loved that of him.

Except, Dominic was even bigger than my mate was. I hadn't felt that surge of size difference lust for quite some time. At this moment I was keenly aware that I was tiny. Insignificant. And I was deep in the embrace of a man much, much bigger than me.

It was intoxicating.

Except, it wasn't just me Dominic was with. We were sharing this moment with Thrad. And he had taken notice that his blood brother and I were getting familiar. To say the least.

I felt my bull huff heavily against my back. He bit me, then. As with all authoritative moves we made, it was a gentle bite. I could have told him no quite easily, even with only body language if I didn't feel like verbally breaking the mood. But it felt like a little too much to handle, so I signaled to my mate that a bite was okay, but to keep it light. Almost as though it were roleplay more than actual dominance. Then, I continued to make out with his best friend. Then, while he was barred from biting me any harder - Thrad still had a world of possibilities open to him. And he took action.

I was wedged so closely between them. Once Thrad took stock of our mutual situation, he wedged me closer still. With just a minor shift of his weight, I had become trapped. I knew my mate was up to no good at this point, but still I was entranced with Dominic's muzzle. In retrospect I'm amazed my dick was able to take a rest. Ordinarily I'd be well into another guy's pants by now, based on how horny I was. Yet making out with this stallion before me was exactly enough. I was a happy enough kitten. I wasn't aware of what else I needed. Yet, I did need more. It's just that my mate knew it even before I did.

Thankfully, I was already naked. It made my entirety quite easy to access. And Thrad wasted no time at all when he roughly slipped a finger into my asshole without much consideration or thought.

I yipped. But it was lost in Dominic's furious, lustful embrace. It had been that typical, initial yip of protest. There's always a little protest when you first get penetrated for the night. Even with lube there's always a little bit of yip. It's just that, without lube the yip is a little more fierce. Yet, not more vocal when met with the silencer of a muzzle of a beast of a horse you're entwined with. But Thrad knew how to work me, both with and without lube. Even in our heated moment, he didn't start finger fucking me right away. Instead he kept his one finger inside me, and used the rest of his hand to massage me. The bulk of his hand was working my rear, feeling me up. All the while his one, penetrating finger stayed more or less stationary. It let me get used to being penetrated and stretched, even in an ever so small way.

Then I became hungry for more.

I didn't have to signal for Thrad to get the lube, he was already on top of it. Then something magical happened. For the first time in our lustful career as fuck-buddies-turned-lovers, we used the lube in the far end table.

We never used the lube in the far end table. Because we never fucked on the chair. Why would we? The couch was right there. Yet, Thrad was ever prepared. Somehow. He was so prepared that I hardly noticed him reaching up and above us all. I did notice when he withdrew his finger, however. I made another yip about it all. That yip was also lost in Dominic's vast muzzle.

When Thrad entered me again he used two fingers. But now that they were lubed up they slid right in. As though they'd been there for their entire lives.

Let's say my yips, at this point, had been something like 10% strength. I was bit unexpectedly. That's a yip. Not much to do about it.

But if I get fingered unexpectedly? With not one, but two fingers? And with a generous application of lube, instead of going in dry? That's going to be a moan, my friends. That makes for one hell of a moan. It was such a moan, in fact, that it wormed its way out of Dominic's lips. The stallion took notice of me, then. All he had to do was remove his face from mine, and he was able to take stock of what was happening. The object of his friend's desire had grown incapacitated, in but an instant. It didn't take too much rocket science to figure out why.

Dominic didn't need to reach his hand down to confirm that Thrad was fingering me. Somehow the horse already knew.

_ ~~~More to *cum* in the final chapter!~~~ _