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Pike had heard and seen many crazy things throughout his shady life.

What he never expected to learn were rumors that Meika was in a relationship not just with the rookie racer, Tag, but they were both involved with Axle. Yes, THE Axle. The same veteran racer eagle who had no virtual sense of humor.

Simply put, Pike could not leave well enough alone, not after learning about something so juicy regarding not just his ex-girlfriend and former confidant, but two of the Grand Prix’s most iconic racers. Imagine his shock after hearing a few of the Ark’s lounge workers discuss it during a cigarette break. Unlike his other past attempts at eavesdropping, the shifty wolf racer had been passing by and learned about the truth by happenstance. At first, he had almost waved it off as the duo discussing their favorite racers. Except their conversation made that clear it wasn’t the case. The moment that he heard one of the employees mention a three-way relationship between Axle, Tag, and Meika, things clicked for Pike.

The looks, the wayward gazes, all of them hanging out once in a while, the sudden smiles from the bird brain! Pike realized with incredulous clarity. How could he not see it all this time?!

Without a word, he left the random employees to their conversation and immediately stormed to the lounge room, knowing that all three of them would be there after their latest race. Everyone was usually there. With each stride and eager step, Pike felt certain emotions he thought had been long since buried: jealousy, shock, but most of all, sheer amusement.

Never did the wolf ever assume that Meika would get herself in a triad. Especially one with two men, one of whom was her ‘enemy’ and the other was the very same rookie she used to deceive on the job.

Truth be told, Pike didn’t judge others for their relationships. Why, if he had a beer for every strange romantic and sexual encounter that went beyond just the one he had with Meika, he would be hammered at that point. Being a deep member of the criminal underworld didn’t always mean being straight. Pike slept with plenty of colorful characters, from closeted politicians to works in brothels that hosted every gender and sex imaginable. The wolf had been anywhere and everywhere. He even once somehow found himself in an all-male orgy at a world leader’s mansion in central Europe, but that was a whole different story. For now, Pike wanted to be absolutely sure that the rumor wasn’t just a false narrative pushed by shippers who wanted to imagine their favorite RGP racers hooking up.

Pike burst into the lounge room, his stomping and shuffling drowned out by awful karaoke music. Krom was drunk again, having decided to sing an awful hip-hop song off key to everyone’s chagrin. Those present were either already leaving or managed to ignore it in favor of good conversation. Those in favor of the latter option included three particular mammals huddled in the farthest corner booth, out of sight from mostly everyone.

Honestly for Pike, it was almost like his first time with Meika, back in the day. Little did people like Tag or Axle (or even Sonny and that reptilian racer they hung out with) knew, but Meika was quite the bad girl during her stints in the criminal underworld.

***

The two of them first met in an explicit and unregistered nightclub called “Nevereverland”, a two-story cesspit where vice and pleasure mixed together in a delicious cocktail with the same name. As a regular drinker and thrill seeker, Pike loved frequenting there. Anything went down the moment you walked in the doors of that place, from Russian roulette on casual Fridays to poker games on Mondays that could last for dozens of hours, and usually only ended when a player lost millions of the process. Too many bar fights happened in the background too, not to mention casual sex.

Pike had been between jobs on the night he first met Meika. So was the vixen, who wore a jacket with blood on it as well as tears and the scent of cigarettes. The wolf remembered noticing her after getting his drink and picking the seat next to her after deciding that the argument to his right would turn into a brawl. Which it did, very much to the unnamed vixen’s amusement when he sat down with his cold glass of brandy.

“You seem new around here,” he remembered commenting.

“I show up on Fridays,” she said with an inane shrug. “Like seeing which of the dumbasses chicken out of playing roulette, then laugh as they run out of the room like they’ve never even held a gun before…”

“I don’t get it either,” Pike chuckled. “I’m not into roulette myself, but you think those committed would know they’re not full of blanks. I prefer watching poker and seeing the strip shows on Wednesdays.”

The two canines casually slept on their glasses while watching the fist fight nearby die down. The victor obeyed the bartender’s request to toss the unconscious body aside so he could start spraying down the countertop.

“Guys night or girls night?” she asked after a moment.

Pike grinned halfway through his sip. “Both, if that’s what you’re into?”

Her tail wagged, and the biker vixen rolled her eyes, drinking down the rest of her glass. “Hey, barkeep! Give me another large one!” She turned to Pike. “You?”

“I’ll try what you’re trying,” he said.

For the rest of the evening, they traded the shots and giggled at the next dysfunctional event that would happen at Nevereverland. They traded names, mentioned their jobs, what terrible movies they had seen, and eventually started to flirt. It started off small, like suggesting whether they liked topping or bottoming or staring at each other in certain ways. What sealed the deal for their mutual interest was when Pike ‘accidentally’ bumped his knee against hers.

Much to his surprise though, the wolf suddenly felt brazen fingers delicately feel his clothed erection underneath the bar countertop. He had to stifle a yelp at the velvet touch. Especially when they pulled down the zipper and fished out his length out of view from everyone else at the nightclub.

Pike remembered doing his best not to appear suspicious, and simply stared ahead in his seat, holding back his panting as Meika jacked him off beneath the bar. God, her fingers knew how to stroke and tease his shaft, applying not too much pressure and applying little enough to tease the wolf further. He didn’t want it to end. He wanted it to end though, his paws trembling net as he slept another drink from his cup and used all his willpower not to spill a drop nor make the bartender question his expressions.

Pike’s tail betrayed him though and waved like a high-speed fan, no doubt alerting a few curious drinkers about the cheerful wolf sitting next to a beautiful biker vixen. Did some of them gawk and whisper? Could they also smell her wafting pussy soaking in those tight blue jeans? He honestly couldn’t tell, but fuck did he love it!

Fortunately, or unfortunately, her paw pulled away. Her momentum slowed down, and his cock throbbed with further need. A frustrated, lusting Pike jerked his head towards her to question why she stopped. The vixen had gotten out of her seat and towards the nearest bathroom. Their eyes met. She motioned for him to follow. He happily obliged, then proceeded to fuck her brains out in one of the empty stalls within minutes. Good times.

***

“Meika! Tag! Axle!” Pike interrupted their conversation, and unceremoniously inserted himself into the booth, sitting next to Tag’s left. “That was some race we were in today, huh?”

“It was pretty good, Pike,” Meika replied with a skeptical eyebrow.

“Exceptional,” Axle agreed nonchalantly.

“What’re you doing here, Pike?” Tag questioned him. “Why are you bothering us?”

“I just wanted to check up on my man, Axle. Say, old man.” He leaned in closer and grinned at the stoic eagle. “Normally, I’d be questioning why you’re hanging out with the other racers, but I don't care. However! Might it have something to do with the weird little rumor I heard about you and a certain two other racers you’ve—by sheer coincidence, I know—been sitting with lately? Hmm?”

Pike relished seeing Tag’s eyes widen at his accusation, though he did feel disappointed in Axle’s expression barely changing. The eagle only narrowed his beady eyes. As for Meika, her ears did perk up high, and her face did hold a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. The sight made his wolf tail wag behind him, and a chuckle started to bubble from his lips at his accusation being confirmed.

Just when Pike started to say something else to further twist the knife, Meika spoke up first. “Do I detect a hint of jealousy, Pike?” She grinned amusedly, tilting her head to the side in the same seductive way when they first met. “You hear one little rumor and the first thing you do is confront me about it? My, my, I didn’t know you still hold a candle for me.”

Pike frowned, especially noticing Tag covered his whiskered lips with a paw to suppress a smirk. The wolf forced a satisfied grin on his muzzle. “Of course, I still hold a candle for you, sweet Meika,” he jested with a teasing wink. “After all, you were the first girl to really ‘wax’ it in that nightclub, remember? I could barely walk outta the bathroom afterwards.”

“That’s because compared to Axle and Tag here,” Meika responded unabashedly, “your candle’s got a small wick. Theirs last longer, and might I say, the scent is much sweeter.”

“Can we quit it with the candle puns, please?” Tag suggested. “This is getting weird…”

“I agree with Tag,” Axle chimed in. “And you, Pike, don’t have any business about our sex lives.”

“How about King?” Pike suggested back. “Or maybe the—”

“Don’t worry about him, boys,” Meika interrupted with a foxy smirk. “This big bad wolf is just jealous that it takes two of you versus one of him to pleasure me.”

“What are you doing?” Axle leaned in to whisper in his ear, while Tag started to cover his ears with his dark hoodie. “It’s not his business, Meika.”

“Trust me, okay?” she whispered back, and gave the same reassuring eyes to the tiger before turning to a stunned Pike. “Babe, what we had was fun and dirty and all, but that’s no reason to confront us about our little trinity. If you’re really curious about my boys, you can just ask and stop on by. Now, why don’t you get drunk somewhere else? I heard that Krom wants to try to beat you at arm wrestling. Again.”

Much to Axle and Tag’s amazement, Pike scoffed at her words and walked away, but not before giving one final glance. Little did either of them know that they’d see the wolf racer again that same night, as the Ark floated higher above the clouds.

Later that night, Pike skulked around the corner doors of the aerial wonder-ship, somehow avoiding his designated quarters and instead lingering towards another section of the Ark. He passed by Vixxy’s room, Krom’s room, Axle’s room, which he seriously considered entering thanks to exclusive access key cards he obtained thanks to King but instead ventured to Meika’s room. The first reason being I comments she had made earlier that day.

She had to be joking, right? It seriously wasn’t an invitation…was it?

The shady racer wolf did not have time to reconsider. He already stood in front of her door, and after perking his years ever so high, he could almost hear something beyond the metal barrier. If only a little faintly. He heard one voice. Two voices. No, three of them, all caressing and loud enough to be heard like the whisper of a mouse in the corridor. Whatever money King spent on soundproofing the rooms, he seriously needed to spend more.

Forming a wry (and slightly aroused grin), Pike snatched the exclusive key card from his pocket and swiped it on the pad against the wall. It opened without making much of a sound, closing behind him once he stepped inside, and like a light switch, the noises grew louder. All three voices were definitely moaning.

It abruptly stopped. Unabashedly, Pike stood, then grinned lecherously as a beautiful, nostalgic sight appeared from behind the bedroom door: Meika, naked in all of her vixen glory, not a stitch of clothing on her and paws on her hips.

“What’re you doing here?” she asked, sounding more annoyed than shocked at his presence. Like she expected it. “I’m busy with my boyfriends, Pike.

“Uh…I was…” Pike partially listened to her words, his attention primarily on her perfect cream-furred breasts and pussy that appeared wet. Meika noticed and snapped her fingers in front of the distracted wolf. “Huh? What did you say?”

“Did King give you the all-access card?” She crossed her arms over her boobs. “Do I need to put a cage on you, or is this going to start being a problem every time me, Tag, and Axle get together each night?”

“I can’t believe you need them to get you off,” Pike deflected her accusation.

“Answer the question,” she said, “or else I’ll make my suggestion about caging you a threat. Is this going to become a thing?”

“Maybe?” Pike chuckled. Her threatening to put a chastity cage on his dick did little to make him scared. If anything, it excited the rogue racer. “I’m just stopping by to see how you can sleep with those two. When we were together, you were plenty satisfied. Be honest.”

“People change,” she chuckled. “And you of all mammals should know I’ve not always been honest, Pike…”

Pike perked his ears high. “What’re you implying, Meika?” he asked.

“You wanna know how I ‘can even have sex’ with Tag and Axle?” She sultrily turned her back to him and swayed her tail over those perfect butt cheeks like a hypnotist’s watch. “Come inside. Find out for yourself. And while you’re here, you can find a way to put that mouth to better use.”

Pike’s chub got instantly hard. Like a dumb dog, he nodded blindly and followed her towards the bedroom. They stopped for a single moment before she could open the code to let them in.

Meika glanced behind her, smiling. “Do you promise to be a good puppy?” she asked. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Meika, c’mon…” Pike groaned.

“Say it, Pike,” she pressed him. “Say it…”

He sighed, then rolled his eyes. The wolf’s cock was so hard, straining painfully inside his pants, begging to be released and pleasured by something other than his left paw and saved videos on his tablet.

Pike grimaced. “I promise…to be a good…puppy, Meika,” he reluctantly said. “There.”

“Yes, you will,” she giggled softly, then opened the door with the code. They stepped inside. “I’m back, boys. And we’ve got a new partner for tonight, hehe.”

To his lack of surprise, Tag and Axle lay naked atop the massive bed, its luxurious sheets and blanket tangled as the two males sat up upon seeing him. Their eyes were wide, Tag’s more so. They both remained hard though, likely thanks to the sight of their nude girlfriend. Plus, the implication of including Pike in their session.

“Uh…hi?” Pike noticed and waved.

“What’s he doing here?” Axle glared at him.

“Why did you bring him in, Meika?” Tag asked her.

“Don’t worry about him, boys,” Meika reassured them, stepping towards the end of the bed frame and kneeling atop it with her legs spread wide. Her black paws motioned for them to scoot closer. “He won’t be causing us any trouble. He promised to be a good little puppy. He’s just jealous that you two can please me much better than he did when we were together. Wanna help me prove that to him?”

The tiger and avian glanced at each other, only to moan when Meika suddenly stroked both of their erect cocks at once with both paws. They winced and exhaled with satisfied grunts as one started to get blown by her, her head bobbing up and down his length, while the other was given a slick hand job. She’d then quickly switch to her other boyfriend. Axle would stifle an eagle’s cry as his dick experienced her lack of a gag reflex, he enjoyed that talented vixen tongue, and seeing Tag purr while being given a thorough stroke from her velvet fingers. Then, their roles switched, and Tag’s barbed length would be given oral attention as Axle was stroked with a silky, charcoal-furred palm. Everyone moaned.

Meanwhile, Pike stood dumbfounded by the sounds and sight of Meika performing such acts at the foot of the bed. However, his eyes drifted quickly back to her backside, then to a particular pair of lips between her wide legs. Her tail raised high, practically waving and beckoning the wolf forward. He complied, quite eagerly too.

As he stepped forward, Pike fully caught whiffs of all the scents lingering in Meika’s bedroom. He smelled her natural musk, her perfumes, the collective musk of Axle and Tag, but most of all, he sniffed something powerful wafting from the vixen’s pussy. It dripped like condensation on a humid window. The aroma not only compelled Pike to immediately drop his pants and boxers to the floor, to step out of them and begin to blindly jack himself off, but it triggered memories. Of him fucking her in public, in private, and most of all, eating his then-girlfriend out until she cried his name.

Pike stepped forward, grinned, then endeavored to do just that. He grabbed her hips with her right paw, kept jacking himself to a slower pace, then leaned his nose directly into that wet pussy. He laughed at the noise Meika made—a combination of arousal and surprise when an itch was being scratched. He then started to lick.

Meika moaned around Tag’s shaft as she felt Pike devour her. His tongue certainly invited back memories of good times. It swirled and explored past her folds while spreading it wide like a dexterous finger. It also caused the vixen to tremble as she continued pleasuring her two boyfriends, who sat up shoulder-to-shoulder, kissing each other while their fingers each scratched behind her heated ears. They shared tongue, moaning loudly into muzzle and beak as Meika kept pace in her paw movements. Whatever anxiety the rookie and veteran racer felt with Pike’s presence had melted away, leaving lust and love for Meika in its place.

Meika suddenly pulled her muzzle away from Tag, stopped jerking off Axle, and pulled her hips away from Pike’s snout. The wolf also stopped masturbating, panting and trying not to whimper. Meanwhile, all three males present sighed in pent-up frustration as well as confusion.

“What’s going on?” Tag pondered.

“I think she’s got something in mind for us,” Pike suggested, chuckling. “If I know her, Meika’s got something planned.”

“Agreed,” Axle stated. “What though?”

“Well,” Meika knelt your and giggled. “I want you,” she pointed at her tiger and eagle, “to give him,” she pointed at Pike, “a blowjob for the ages.”

“What?” Axle and Tag said at once.

Pike blinked dumbly, “What?”

“You heard me,” she said, getting off the bed and sitting on a chair across the room. Her legs stayed wide open, and she pressed a finger to her wet, wet folds. “Ah, pretty please? For me…?”

All three males reluctantly nodded. They each told themselves that it all had to do with the seductive fluttering of the vixen’s eyelashes, how she squeezed her left breast while talking to them, and how she said, ‘pretty please’. None of them would ever say aloud that it had to do with curiosity. Pike certainly didn’t mind a dual blowjob. Tag had never given one. Axle once did, but never with Tag, or even considered giving one to Pike of all animals.

“Let’s do it,” Pike cheerfully said.

“I’m up for it,” Tag agreed.

Axle stoically nodded. “Fine by me…”

Even while acting aloof, Tag and Meika knew that their avian lover did sound excited, if a little nervous. They do give him a silent look that informed him that they could back out if he wanted. It was a small look, the kind that Pike didn’t notice. It was the sort of subtle gaze that spoke volumes of dialogue more than simple words ever could between trusting sexual and romantic partners. It transcended words. The eagle did not give them a reply to suggest he wanted to stop though, and they continued.

It became Pike’s turn to lay down with his back on the sprawling mattress. Tag and Axle were licking up and down the wolf’s rigid length as it stood wet, erect, and throbbing in the musky air of the bedroom.

Tag’s tongue lavished the wolf meat. His whiskers caressed that pulsing, thick shaft that tasted just as good as it felt. His nostrils inhaled Pike’s balls, the base of the wolf’s dick, plus the pre-cum that leaked milliliters along the wolf cock’s underside. Tag lapped the salty liquid like it were warm cream of milk. He purred and moaned while occasionally brushing lips and tongue with his eagle over.

Axle’s tongue lathered the canine’s cock. He competed with his tiger boyfriend as his beak gently brushed and lightly nipped the shaft. It wasn’t like a muzzle. However, the eagle’s history of illicit (and extremely down-low) hookups with men over the years gave the veteran RGP racer experience in pleasuring other men. Beaks usually didn’t work, but he found a way. Especially with his slim tongue and how he rubbed his beak’s interior maw with his fellow racer’s sensitive cock head.

Pike drooled and panted like a bitch in the thralls of heat. His finger dug into the sheets under him as he felt two semi-talented mouths orally worship his entire cock at the same time. The previous time he’d had two mammals of any gender suck him off at once had been a year prior to joining the Rimba Grand Prix. Pike had finished a job and celebrated by going to an underground brothel, spending his entire bonus on a whole night with two male otters who could’ve been brothers. He never asked. Not that the shady wolf would’ve cared.

Anyway, neither Tag nor Axle held a candle to them, but Pike had to admire their joint enthusiasm. He huffed and struggled not to moan too loudly throughout their oral treatment, biting his lower lip especially when Tag lapped his entire length with that coarse feline tongue. Or when Axle swallowed his head while rubbing the tip against the interior of that older beak. It all certainly made Pike begin to sweat, to the point he peeled off his shirt and tossed it onto the floor. Now, he was just as naked as the other two males and their girlfriend.

Speaking of their girlfriend, Meika sat in their chair, furiously rubbing herself off to the delectable sight before her. The not-so-innocent vixen had personally witnessed many sexy things throughout her life, but one of them included this moment; her two loving boyfriends making her ex-lover squirm while kissing and licking and suckling on that dripping wolf prick as if it were the last Popsicle to suck on the Ark.

Honestly, Meika couldn’t blame their bisexual eagerness. Just thinking back to her times having sex with Pike, while also witnessing Tag and Axle pleasure him, it left the vixen feeling like her heat cycle had come incredibly early. Just like she was about to as her fingers and thumb stroked her drenched clit.

“F-Fuck,” she whined as her free paw tweaked a hard nipple. “Mmmfh! D-Do you l-like what my boys are doing?”

“F-Fuck yeah!” Pike drooled with the light shining in his half-lidded eyes.

“They’re good, right?” she chuckled. “Really know how to eat me out too. Probably better than you even.”

Tag didn’t initially question why those words seemingly sent a jolt of hardness up the wolf cock he’d been sucking on. The implications would come though.

“I-I…I’m not so sure about that, darling,” Pike tried to say flirtatiously. He failed.

“R-Remember…mmfh…that b-bank heist we did…?” Meika asked between high-pitched moans. “W-We took eight-hundred. S-Shoplifter a b-bottle of champagne f-from an—ahhh! A gas station near the m-motel, then got drunk, and you l-let me p-peg you under your t-tail?”

That caught Tag and Axle’s attention. The former gaped in aroused awe between the beautiful vixen continuing to tease herself, plus the wolf looking away from everyone while blushing fiercely. His pants didn’t hide the smile.

Meanwhile, Axle formed an unusual grin as he immediately understood what Meika was exactly proposing.

“We will need to prepare you, Pike,” he stated matter-of-factly. “I can’t go in dry.”

Pike’s eyes went wide as it dawned on him. “You know I’m not much of a bottom, Meika!” he whimpered, trying to hide his embarrassment. “I…You…”

“Look me in my eyes, Pike,” she giggled, pinching her left nipple and hissing while her paw kept thumbing her labia. “Tell me…did you not enjoy that night? Or want to have me watch you get spitroasted and fucked by Axle and Tag here?”

Tag promptly made a trilling noise in the back of his throat. “Spitroast?”

Pike wanted to deflect. “Meika, I—”

“Pikey, dear,” Meika sing-songed. “Tell me you don’t want to…And babe, no lying, please. If there’s even one part of you that doesn’t feel comfortable about this, we can stop right here, you can leave with your clothes, and pretend this whole night never happened. What do you say…Pikey?”

Pike would be a liar to himself and others if he claimed hearing her call him ‘Pikey’, and even taking charge of their sexual fun wasn’t hot. The tiniest part of his criminal personality wanted to say no. He was hired to become an RGP racer, not to have sexy dominance shenanigans with his ex-girlfriend and her two new boy toys.

However, the more he looked into her gorgeous eyes, and the more he enjoyed the aftertaste of a dual blow job left incomplete, the more that his hard cock begged him to indulge. At least, for tonight. He could always make up an excuse to his benefactors if it ever got out. He could claim that he wanted to infiltrate. Yeah. That could be a good reason.

“N-No,” Pike replied. “I wanna keep going…please.”

“Please who?” she teased.

“P-Please…Meika.”

Tag held his tongue with all his might. How in the world was he going to keep this from Sonny and the others? He and Axle would have to discuss it with Meika.

Speaking of which, the beautiful red vixen smile that the wolf’s plea.

“Are you a good puppy, Pike?” She batted her eyes. “Say it.”

“I…am a good…” Pike let out a needful sigh. “Puppy.”

“Yes you are,” she cooed. “And good puppies let their mistress’ boyfriends fuck him, don’t they? Won’t you grab the lube, Axle, dear?”

“Sure,” he replied with a hint of amusement at the end of his word.

“Mistress?” Tag muttered to himself and to Axle, who shrugged and stepped around it to rifle through the nightstand. “I’m not sure how to feel about this side of you, Meika, but I’m not complaining. It’s kinda hot.”

“I was a dominatrix for several months during my criminal days,” she mentioned, doing her best not to tease herself too much. Tag gawked at her over his shoulder as Axle knelt back down beside the tiger and applied lubrication over his feathered fingers. “Mmfh, it’s true. Poor Pike loved letting me print out the side once in a while, back when we were together. I got tired of the persona at one point, but it’s good to know I can still pull a few strings, hehe.”

“In that case, Tag,” Axle spoke up, “remind me to purchase some items for our next private time together. Without surprise interlopers that come in without warning. No offense, Meika.”

“None taken, Axle,” she giggled. “Ready, Pikey?”

“Legs up.” Axle pressed a slick finger under that hole after raising that wolfish ass up. “And why is this a loud mouth suddenly quiet? He usually talks more than Tag?”

“Hey!” Tag started to object but was mesmerized by seeing his avian boyfriend slow Lee push a digit between the sculpted buttocks of his newest rival on the racetrack, and penetrating said rival’s tailhole. He barely erupted a whimper. “But yeah, why’s he suddenly quiet?”

Pike absolutely wanted to speak. He could speak. Yet he fought not to speak. He only let out whimpers and grants as he felt that eagle and his thick digit of a pointer finger probed his entrance around the slick knuckles. His cock was so hard.

“Simple, really,” Meika whimpered in ecstasy at the sight. “Pike’s got a submissive side. And it comes out the more I call him ‘Pikey’. By the third time I call him that, he likes to stifle his tongue and do his mistress tells him. Safe word is ‘barnacles’, by the way. Don’t ignore him if he says it, boys.”

“Yes, mistress,” Axle and Tag replied at the same time. The tiger let out an amused chuff while the eagle rolled his eyes and smirked without slowing down his probing finger. By the second and third finger, he mentioned, “I believe Pike’s ready. Are you?”

Pike nodded after glaring between his legs at the cocky eagle. Not that submissive after all. Either way, it didn’t stop the shady racer from indulging himself further in this sexual escapade. The wolf shifted himself horizontally across the bed to give his commanding vixen a better view, but to provide aid better access for Tag and Axle to use either of his holes. The buildup certainly made his tail wag harder, specifically when he felt something hard and equally lubricated pressed against his tail hole. Plus, a bulbous white cock connected to a figurative eagle prick who stared down at him with a cocky smile across his smug beak.

“Are you excited, Axle?” Meika whimpered aloud from her chair. “Tag, how about you?”

He let out a light chuckle that mixed with a growing purr. “Mm, let’s just say I’m eager to—”

“Please don’t say you’re gonna ‘tag’ Pike, now,” Axle interrupted. The wharf extending his tongue along the underside of the Asian dick also ordered an eye rolling groan. “We get it. It’s your brand. No need to incorporate it into sex…”

“I was going to say I’m eager to share of us with you guys,” Tag huffed.

It did not slow him down from stepping forward and pressing his barbed tip to that lubricated hole, let alone begin stroking Pike’s neglected dick, which Led to the canine emitting a pleased growl the moment the throbbing meat was given a form stroke. Then, two strokes. Then three and four strokes, which then turned to five and beyond as Tag gingerly thrust his hips past that ring of tight, welcoming resistance. Tag hitched his purring breath once warmth enveloped his sensitive barbs, and his fingers ran their claws along the penetrated wolf’s inner thighs.

Axle’s stoic face melted away alongside his rigid body. His legs trembled as a warm muzzle wordlessly wrapped around his thick avian member. A rough canine tongue lapped and danced around his topside, sometimes licking and sometimes suckling the skin. He primarily focused on the tip though, gulping it down easily with every forward hip and pulling back motion Axle made. The veteran eagle racer had been blown quite often by other men, always discreetly. To not only do it in front of his lovers while one fucked the man sucking him off and the other sat in a chair, fingering and playing with herself while watching like a voyeur…it excited him. It made his cock harder than usual, and he didn’t complain about it. Especially not if it was Pike of all annoyances giving him a decent blowjob while lying on his back and taking Tag’s barbed shaft.

Together, the eagle and the tiger fucked the wolf in sexual synchronicity. Meika leaked between her legs at witnessing the two male racers dominate her ex and eventually make it into a competition. They fucked with tireless abandon. They bucked their muscular hips and rolled their torsos in and out of their respective holes like pistons gyrating in an out of slick yet tight sections of a well-oiled machine. It drenched them in sweat all over their feathers and fur.

Pike lay writhing and his cock throbbed uncontrollably. The judge mental gaze of Meika compelled him from lifting a pot to help encourage Tag with stroking his cock faster. The striped feline was already giving it from strokes every several thrusts made, only to stop and cock tease in a literal sense. His tail thrashed between his legs and started to tickle the tiger’s knees, but it did not stop him either way. He did not stop spreading his passage wide and pulling back with those barbs slowly itching the sensitive walls within him. Only to immediately push back in with rapid movements. Don’t even get him started on the way that Axle pounded his throat until his lower jaw began to hurt.

Simply put, Pike was on an addictive high. It drove him absolutely fucking wild.

Seeing the once cocky timber wolf choke and gag and eventually have his throat filled with Axel’s meat also drove Meika to heights she never knew. Just witnessing her shifty ex-boyfriend be spitroasted was cathartic enough. However, having the two men be her boyfriends caused the vixen a sense of euphoria she had not felt in the years until she became part of a triad. Her labia itched like mad. Her folds dribbled with her musky juices. They were wet for Tag. They were wet for Axle. They were drenched for both, then started to quit for deeper and harder as she noticed her two boyfriends leaning closer and closer. They panted and fucked in unison while staring at each other intensely with every thrust inside Pike. Meika barely stifled shattering moaned that started to build up and she watched their whiskered lips and beak brush together, then eventually connect perfectly, like two ending sides of a railroad. When they started devouring each other’s tongues and sucking on them while fucking faster and faster.

Axle throbbed and pulsed within a wolf muzzle. Tag pounded and pulled and pounded again inside a wolf’s clenching tailhole. Together, the avian and feline shared a kiss that left drool drip down their chins and onto Pike’s bare abs. Pike in the meantime Felt his entire body become limp as the pleasure grew exponentially until he felt he could no longer hold back. Neither could Meika as she rubbed herself and ruthlessly stroked her nether harder until that high-pitched whimper turned into a vixen’s cries of desire. More cries soon followed.

Noises filled the entire bedroom. No doubt they also leaked through the walls of the apartment and trickled throughout the rest of the neighboring rooms. Nobody stopped though. Not as they experienced the thralls of their respective orgasms. Pike came all over his stomach in torrential shots of hot wolf cum, then how old with pleasure as Tag gave one final push, kissing his prostate while that barbed dick filled his bowels with musky feline seed. Then, Pike flinched and sputtered around that avian member shot steamy and salty spurts of eagle deposit down his throat. The music to his ears so I was listening to a certain sultry vixen squirt all over the bedroom floor while splayed out in her chair.

“Good puppy…that…” Meika panted, giggling, “That’s round one!”

Pike couldn’t help but gulp once Axle’s cock left his maw. He heard the bird and tiger do the same thing. All three men were in for a very long night.

***

Two to three hours later, Pike found himself in a delirious yet satisfied state. It was way past midnight. The rest of the passengers, racers, and staff traveling aboard the Ark was already asleep. Time and meaning seemed to no longer exist for the horny timber wolf at first. He could barely form a coherent sentence by the time that Axle had filled up his tail hole the second time that night, and when Meika finished spanking his ass until it felt almost as sore as it did now. Dried cum and sweat matted his blue and gray fur. The goatee under his chin resembled an unkempt bush that smelled like tiger, bird, and fox. The first two more so. His tail desperately needed to be brushed, and hardened spunk went deeply into some roots of fur. An industrial shower would do the trick nicely.

By the time that everyone left their afterglows, Pike sat up from the bed to witness an odd sight: Meika, Tag, and Axle hugging each other without a care in the world, at the foot of the bed. They exchanged light packs on the lips and whispered a few things to each other he could not catch over his rapidly beating heart. And the gasps of air he could not calm down until finally, he could.

“That…was…” Pike spoke tiredly. “Something…M-Meika…”

The vixen turned to stare at the exhausted wolf sprawled across her bed. “It was,” she mused and then shrugged. “Still prefer it though when it’s just me and my boys here.”

“What she said.” Tag pointed a thumb at the naked vixen. “Pike, I…I won’t lie and say it wasn’t fun. Because it was. But only because I had Meika and Axle with me to enjoy it. I’m sorry but it’s true.”

“And what he said,” Axle chimed in.

Pike rolled his eyes and scoffed. “I still think it’s ridiculous that she requires two of you…” he said, trying to stand up and stretch his arms. “Seriously, I never thought you’d be someone to hitch with multiple guys at once, Meika.”

“Pff, I don’t ‘require’ then, you dolt,” she retorted, and wrapped her arms around to each of their impressive waists, pulling them close to her. “I love these two, and if you have a problem with that, then tough shit. It’s not your business.”

“So you say,” Pike scoffed again.

“We’re going to go shower now,” Axle announced. “You should get lost, Pike.”

“And don’t use that key card to get back in either,” Tag mentioned. “It’s creepy.”

Fuming, Pike started to step towards them when his weak legs gave out. He felt incredibly drained. His toes felt like jelly. By the time that he started to gain his nerves, Tag and Axle grabbed the wolf with each other’s arms and carried him out into the main corridor. They literally tossed him out into the middle of the dark corridor and then closed it behind him. They opened it again seconds later to deposit his clothing.

The door was locked shut immediately afterwards.

Pike growled. He snarled. He also leaked copious amounts of blended cum from between his legs. Grumbling to himself and muttering about damn Meika and Tag and Axle, he grabbed his clothes off the floor and stormed off to his own quarters. He would drink a gallon or two of cool water, possibly have a midnight protein shake, take a hot shower, and sleep. Then, he’d spend the rest of the following morning nursing his sore muscles. Thank God, there was nobody to come across him walking around the hallways, completely naked and reeking of sex in the middle of the night.

King and the benefactors are probably going to chastise me for failing to give my daily morning video call, he thought to himself. But I’ll be honest. These past few hours will make it worth it. Meika sure still knows how to please a man. So did her boyfriends.

No, that was not a pang of jealousy he felt.