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"For heck's sake, ya sentient furball, I can walk on my own!" I tried to push away from Brance as he picked me up, but he somehow kept a hold on me. Soon, I gave up. "Fine, have it your way. Just means I get to be lazier." I looked ahead to see Mr. Gentlewing opening the door to a classroom. Just before it had fully opened, Brance leaned in close and whispered a soft thanks, nuzzling me as the word left his lips.

We were greeted by a couple of cheers as the door opened, and Brance walked in cockily, holding me proudly as if I were some sort of trophy.

"Is he okay?" an excited Gunner rushed out of one of the nearby groups.

"Yes," I answered, "except for this oaf who won't let me down."

"Good job, pal," Gunner seemingly ignored my comment, and patted Brance a little too hard on the back. He fumbled with me for a second and then let me slowly down to stand on my feet again.

"So, about tonight..." Brance led Gunner away with his paw on his shoulder. I watched as they exchanged a kiss, feeling jealousy rise to the surface.

"Hello!" The trilling voice came from my side, drawing my gaze away from my boyfriend to the black and white bird from the morning.

"Hi," I said, "Are you Jessica?" Smooth line, dingus, do you want to creep out Brance's friends?

"So, Fireside told you about me?" She was quick to lob the ball back into my court.

"Fireside?"

"One of your boyfriend's nicknames. Back to my question, you know about me?"

"Only that you work on some of Brance's projects with him."

"Oh, is that all..."

"What else is there?"

"Nothing," she said.

After giving me a few moments to wonder, she spoke again. "It really was nothing. He likes me more as a friend than as a mate, besides, we only made out." She looked into my eyes directly and slanted her eye lids down. "He really does like you. If you don't like that type of relationship, though, he'll be cool about ending it. Otherwise, if you do, you're probably going to have a lot more fun with him than with any human." She again mimicked a smile. She put her hands on my shoulders. "After all, if my senses don't deceive me, you're already a lot cooler with it than most humes would be."

"What do you mean?" I thought back to everything that had happened last night. We'd cleaned off each other's scents well, right? But we did cuddle for quite some time... My thoughts trailed off when Jessica shook me a little.

"Hey, I said something."

"Oh, sorry, I zoned out a little." I attempted the most apologetic smile I could.

"Yeah, right. As I said before, Gunner told me he kissed you, and that you liked it."

For a moment, I was going to say that I had said nothing about liking it, but then I remembered his likely improved senses. Crap, I thought, am I ever going to get used to that? Feeling a paw grope my ass, I noticed belatedly that Jessica had been looking intently at something behind me. I couldn't help it, I yelped at the contact. I turned around to confront my assailant, and was greeted with a familiar warm face. "Hey," I would have continued to speak, but Brance brought me into a kiss, holding his lips to mine. As he broke the kiss, I felt a bulge rub up against my stomach, right above my crotch. "Brance," I began, worried, "won't they be able to tell?"

"Yes," he answered cockily. "Aren't you worried more about them watching us kiss, though?"

"I was, but I really don't feel like getting it on in front of everyone."

"Don't worry, we're gonna do that in the closet, right after we have a little chat." He tugged on my hand as he turned towards the door.

I let him lead me out then, giving small glances around the room and seeing a number of the occupants staring at me. As though the situation wasn't awkward enough, we stopped by Gentlewing near the door. "We need to speak with each other in private for a while, is that okay?" Brance asked the teacher.

Mr. Gentlewing nodded knowingly. "I won't go looking for you," he promised, "just make sure you won't be found." He turned his beak down in a smile and cocked an eyebrow. I felt utterly petrified by embarrassment.

"Thanks," Brance pulled me into the hallway. As the door shut behind us, he spoke to me, "He knows what we'll actually be doing, but he's one of the cooler teachers." He was bringing me through the halls towards the back of the school.

"Brance?"

"Yes?" he looked over his shoulder to me for a second.

"Do you get with other's often?"

"Yes and no." His tail started wagging.

"Can you be more specific?" the enigmatic answer was far from what I'd come to expect.

"I did, but I have you now, and if we live together, there'll probably be fewer encounters like that. Besides, you're free to be with anyone you want, I told you that. Please don't be jealous." He suddenly pulled me off to a door at the side of the hall. Opening it, he led me into the surprisingly empty closet. "This used to store the props for theater, but since that last renovation, it's been unused." He closed the door behind us and flicked on the lights. Quickly, he pulled me into a hug, rubbing his bulge against me through the fabric.

"Didn't you say we needed to talk?" I was in no mood for sex. There had been too much wrong with today.

"Yes," his tail drooped a little, and he sat down with his back against the door, bringing me down with him. "Would you sit in my lap?" Brance looked to me with a begging expression. Without saying any words, I moved over to him. It's not like I hated him... yet.

"Rodge," he began petting my head slowly, "I don't want you to feel trapped, and I know it's weird for you seeing me around others, but you have to understand, those are friends, you're more."

"The way you kissed Gunner didn't seem like it was just between friends."

"Rodge, I want you to understand, but I don't know how to say it other than I would give up everyone else just for you. I certainly don't want to, but I would. Take a second to think of that, and then we'll finish talking."

I did, in fact, I took much longer than a second to think about it. I really did want Brance all to myself, but as I considered his proposal, I wondered if he would come to hate me for it. Maybe it isn't too bad to have an open relationship, I considered the thought carefully. It did mean that while I'd have to share Brance, he'd also have to share me. Then again, the memory of Brance and Gunner kissing flashed through my mind's eye, it does feel horrible to see that I'm not the only one. But why do I need to be that special? He's willing to let me live with him, and that's much more than I see him doing for Gunner. I focused on how it felt to be near him, if I like this as much as I do, and I liked it a lot--the feeling of being near him did wonders on my nerves--then I might want to keep this up. After all, he doesn't do this for others.

"Brance, I don't want you to give that up for me. Just please give me more time to get used to it."

Brance stopped his petting. "Well, would you settle for a quicker way of getting used to it?"

"Wha' d'ya mean by that?" My worry was plain.

"Well, Gunner likes you, clearly."

"I guess, but what does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, him and I once met up for... fun... but it hasn't worked out to where we could be together for a while."

Is he actually asking if he can sleep with him? "Brance, I'm not sure I could sit around when I know you're doing stuff with someone else. Not yet, that is."

"You wouldn't really be sitting around. I..." there was a knock on the door, interrupting him. "One second," he said loudly.

"Okay," I heard the familiar voice coming from behind the door.

"Would you be comfortable in a threesome?" Brance rushed to the point, tensing as he asked.

"I-" I couldn't even begin to say how weirded-out I was, so I focused on a question instead. "Is that why Gunner's here?"

"Umm... Maybe."

"And did you already tell him I'd be here?"

"I sort of did." When I hesitated to say anything, Brance went on. "Besides, it looked like you were okay with him kissing you."

"Not at first!"

"Well, should I turn him away or not?"

I considered it for a second. I wasn't at all sure I was ready, but Gunner was indeed a fine looking wolf. Maybe I could go fast. "Let him in."

Brance did just that. Unlike I expected, though, Gunner came in a little slowly, ears back, wringing his paws. "Hi," he spoke more softly than normal.

"Hello," I returned.

"So, you're okay with this?" he sounded nervous.

"I'll try." I glanced over to Brance, who seemed just as confused by Gunner's diminutive actions.

Gunner jumped ever so slightly when Brance closed the door, and I took action, thinking perhaps I knew why he was scared. Rather nervous myself, I reached out to him and pulled him in close, putting my lips to his.

At first, it didn't seem like he wanted it--funny since he was the one who did it earlier--but just like I did, he softened to it after a while. Unlike him, though, I wasn't such a tease, and continued the kiss, trailing my hands over his arms. As we ended it, I felt Brance wrap his arms around me from behind.

"That's it." I could feel the vibrations of his voice as Brance laid his head on my shoulder. As he rubbed his body up against mine, I could tell that he had taken off his clothes. Even through my own, I could feel the shift of his fur against me. As well, there was a pressure at the base of my back which made it all that more obvious. He took my place at Gunner's lips while I trailed my hands down Gunner's sides, pushing them up underneath Gunner's shirt.

As I progressed up his body, I could hear Gunner starting to moan. When Brance pulled out of the kiss a few moments later, I was finally able to finish pulling off the shirt, and hugged Gunner close again as both he and Brance worked to pull off my shirt. I shuddered and my grip loosened as I was surrounded by the feeling of fur on skin. It was heavenly. Eventually, I had to let go entirely and help them to pull it off, but I took the opportunity to turn around and face Brance, noticing that Gunner had also developed quite the bulge as he became the one holding me close.

I pulled Brance into a kiss then, feeling Gunner begin to lick at my neck, nibbling a little. As my contact with Brance continued, though, I felt the bulge from behind get less pronounced, and curious, I ended the kiss. "What's wrong?" I asked over my shoulder.

A response was not short in coming, but I waited. "I- I... This is a huge fantasy of mine. I'm... sort of nervous about this."

"Really?" I turned back around in his arms, staying sandwiched between him and Brance. "What exactly is your fantasy, a threesome?" I slid my finger along his lower jaw, looking into his eyes and enjoying the mix of intent and worry in his eyes.

"Well... I sorta wanna..." he seemed unable to finish, but Brance was more than willing to help.

"He wants to make a human take him like a bitch," he said, somehow making it sound loving despite the vulgarity.

"Oh," I paused entirely for a second. I've let Brance do it, how bad could it be? "Then how about we get on with that?" I dropped my hands down to his sides and hooked my fingers in his shorts, pulling them down slowly and kneeling as I did so. I felt Gunner tense before me.

When I'd revealed his package, which was actually bigger than Brance's I just sat there, looking up to Gunner and awaiting a command. When it became apparent that he was too nervous to give any, I brushed my tongue across his tip, tasting a bit of pre from earlier as well as a note of something else. He seemed less nervous at this; however, I still felt compelled to tell him, "you can lead; if that's what you want, I'll follow."

"Then suck me off, bitch!" The suddenness of the command surprised me, but I didn't fight him as he pushed his cock into my mouth.

"Please be careful about that," Brance pulled himself in close to me, rubbing his package against the back of my neck. With one cock in my mouth and the other at my back, I started sucking off my lover's friend, and I would be lying if I said it wasn't one of the best things I'd ever felt, but it had yet to get better.

I felt paws on the back of my head, and looked up to see that Gunner was making out with Brance, but he was now bringing his focus down to me. I momentarily resisted as he pushed in further, inserting inch by inch of his dick into my mouth. Eventually, he hit my gag reflex, and I tried my best to avoid retching--rather successfully--until he pulled back out. I felt a spurt of liquid in my mouth then, and savored the taste of his pre as he drove back in, this time a little harder and a bit further. I moaned around the cock in my mouth and was rewarded with a spurt of pre right down my throat. Oh my gosh! I didn't gag. It was all the encouragement I needed to fully relax.

Gunner could feel my change in confidence and it seemed that had been all he was waiting for. He pulled out one more time, then he rammed it in all the way to just before the knot. This time, it hurt a little, and I felt Brance shoot some pre against my neck. Gunner didn't hold back after that--no checking on whether I was fine--he just held my head in place and fucked my mouth. After a few moments, though, I was loving it. (Sheesh, am I messed up or what?) I liked having my mouth fucked like this. It certainly wasn't easy, but it made me feel used in all the right ways, my dick standing at full attention and a small stain of my own pre appearing on my pants. As he progressed, I began to feel his knot hitting my lips, and would have gasped if my mouth wasn't full; Gunner had to be at least thirteen inches long, before his knot, to boot. After about a minute of going hard, though, Gunner pulled away, still keeping my head immobilized with his paws. I let out a rush of air and breathed heavily as I felt some more of Brance's pre hit the back of my head, soaking my hair. "Now get on your hands and knees and present that fine ass for me," Gunner commanded.

I could feel my dick twitch with anticipation as I listened, falling to my hands in front of him.

Gunner walked around me, switching places with Brance, and I couldn't help but wiggle my butt in excitement, which made Brance smile. What made him smile more, though, was when I yipped in surprise; Gunner had slapped my ass!

"You like that, bitch?" Gunner Questioned. He slapped my ass again, drawing another yip from me.

"Yes," I moaned.

"Then take it!" he slapped me a few more times, each feeling harder than the last, but oddly enough, I found I liked it. He seemed to grow tired of it, though, and knelt down behind me, rubbing his cock at my entrance. I could feel plenty of pre soaking my ass at this point, but I worried for a moment that I wouldn't be able to take him without lube. I mean, Brance was smaller, and I still needed plenty of the stuff to get him in.

Gunner didn't let me worry for long, however, shoving in to nearly three quarters of the way, knocking the breath out of me. It hurt so much! "Oh my gosh." The comment came from behind. "You're so tight. This is going to be heavenly." I felt Gunner pull out to just his tip and winced as he drove back in, this time till his knot touched my cheeks.

"This is hot." I opened my eyes to see Brance had lowered himself down so that he was looking directly at me.

"Are you enjoying..." I groaned from the pressure as Gunner pushed in again then continued, "this?" It felt like he was tearing at my insides.

"Not as much as I could," he answered, smile brightening as I started to moan. He leaned in the rest of the way and our lips met for a long kiss. I couldn't restrain myself from panting each time Gunner rammed against me, so it ended up being a little sloppy, but he didn't seem to care. "I'd like a hole to fill myself," he punctuated the statement by dragging his tongue over my face.

"Oh," I began, but was interrupted by another hard thrust. Gunner was going faster, now, and I was starting to warm up to the feeling, the pre helping to keep my insides slick and reduce the friction.

Brance brought himself onto his knees in front of me, inching his cock closer to my face. As it got closer, I tried to move my head up to reach it. I stuck out my tongue to hit his tip, and when I lost my balance being slammed from behind, he pushed forward to help me.

Unlike the first time, I was ready; I wasn't just eager. Gunner had made sure of that. As Gunner continued to pound my ass, Brance slid his length in further and further, being aided by the occasional thrusts from behind. As his knot touched against my lip, I felt him lean forward and assumed he was busy making out with Gunner. The sounds I heard indicated I was right.

Brance began to hump at my face while he was doing this, making me gag a little, but overall having much less of a negative effect than the first time. As he shot pre down my throat, I could feel Gunner spreading me farther, now seemingly working on getting his knot in, shooting out his own, more needed lubrication deep within my bowels.

I couldn't yell when he pushed in, because Brance was getting busy fucking my face, but I would've if I could've.

"Yeah, bitch! Take it!" Gunner hilted inside of me, releasing his load, and painting my insides. Like Brance had before, he continued with small thrusts, but this time I was also being assaulted with the feeling of Brance filling my mouth. The periodic bursts of pre were nice, and I savored them as well as I could... when he wasn't burying his tool in my throat. Before I knew it, I was cumming as well, stimulated completely at both ends.

Afterwards, I felt Gunner slump on me, completely spent. "Thank you..." the words were softly murmured into my ear.

Brance wasn't done yet, though, and I relished the feeling of my throat being filled over and over again, my ass full with a dick. This feeling lasted until minutes later, when Brance planted harder than he had before, beginning to spill his seed within me.

"Oh... honey... that's right... take it..." he panted, pulling out slightly only to push back in, humping me in a soft manner. I loved it, but I couldn't keep up with the volume. Cum squirted out around his dick, dribbling down my chin and staining my face. After a bit, he pulled out. "Here," he said, "Taste it."

The commanding tone he used egged me on. I sucked at his tip as the last few shots came out, paying as much heed as I could to the flavor. It was salty, but mostly I focused on the creaminess of it. As he pulled away, I rushed to get every last bit, leaving his cock clean as it emerged from my mouth.