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[b][u][center]The Pleasure of the Stalls

For Tarnish.exe and Others

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Cloud Prism pulled up to the abandoned barn on the edge of town and killed his engine. The changeling paused, leaning out the window and panning his eyes over the structure. Old, red and white, standing tall and isolated in the middle of nowhere, it was the spitting image of the popular image of a barn in modern culture. He didn't know who used to own the place, but it had been abandoned for the last ten years, at least, and the former owners hadn't done anything to get it sealed off before disappearing off the face of the earth.

He shrugged as he took off his seatbelt. Probably for the best; if there had been any obstacles up, he might not have come.

The changeling stepped out of the car and locked it behind him. He leaned against the hood, one hand sliding into his pocket and pulling out the note that had been delivered that morning by some sort of courier. He'd never had that kind of mail before, and he still didn't know what was going on. He unfolded the note, reading it again.

"Come to the barn outside town 'round four o'clock. Plan for a good time. We'll be waiting."

Still didn't quite sound like anything safe or sane, but Cloud didn't feel particularly worried. People were mostly friendly in town, and anyone that knew where he lived was safe enough to meet.

The changeling folded the note again, putting it back into the front pocket of his tight shorts before shimmying them a little further up his hips. Even with things at a modest size down there, they were still a little tight, but he wasn't going to be compromising on his looks. Not when he was rather proud of how he looked.

In fact...

[i]Might as well give myself a little look-over before the whole thing starts...[/i]

Cloud twisted the car mirror back, then took a few steps away to get a good look at as much of himself as possible. As he leaned down, he couldn't help but smile.

Changelings weren't particularly common, but there were enough of them for him to know that he was something special compared to most. He had a beautiful deep-purple shine to his chitinous skin, giving a luster to it that the more purely-black or black-green ones could only envy, and he had picked a shape that had just enough curviness to its proportions to make it a little more...enticing...to men that would normally not give him a second look. His tight shorts stopped just over the standard holes in his legs (some changelings tried to hide those, but he showed them off with pride) and he wore nothing else from the top of his thighs down to his hooves.

He turned, admiring his long legs, running his hand back up to his ass. Not too big, but certainly big enough to be worthy of a horse. He gripped one cheek through the tight denim and gave it a squeeze before letting it go. He'd be a bit bigger if he had taken his female shape, and probably would have split the fabric, but it was still damn hot.

Around, leaning to the side with one hand on his hip. Not much to be seen in the front, but his sheath was relatively flat against him unless he was already turned on. Not that he wasn't, but he wasn't quite horned up enough to 'show' yet. He tucked in his flannel shirt on one side, leaving it out on the other, and enjoyed the sight of his build. Nice, slender, a little twinky verging on femboy in some ways. Overall? Hot.

He swept a finger up the single jagged horn on his forehead, making sure that it was properly polished, and smirked wide enough to show his fangs. Yes, he was going to be quite the show to whoever was waiting in the barn. He tossed his head back, his rose-pink mane falling over one side of his neck, and nodded at himself.

"Showtime."

He crossed the street and rapped his knuckles against the barn door. No response, so he pushed it open. The pane-less windows on the upper level let wind and sun through, leaving the whole place musty, but still filled with a certain fresh air.

He wasn't surprised that the hay was long-gone. Someone had done a cleaning before they had cleared out, at least, which meant that the stalls, the equipment, and the wood were all in good shape. None of that abandoned-place stink that'd settle on other locations. This place was still good.

As the changeling took a few steps inside, he couldn't help but smile at some of the stalls. They were clearly meant for a mix of animals, but he could tell which ones were designed for horses immediately. There was a certain style to the gates, a few bits of writing on the stalls - 'Pretty Pony o' Mine' and 'Queen Mare', to start - and a sense of immediate comfort that went right down to his bones.

"Heh, you can take the horse out of the stable -"

"But you can't take the stable out of the horse, boy."

The changeling froze in mid-step. That voice...no way, was that -

"I'm kinda surprised that you took the invite, honestly."

And a third - no way.

Cloud whipped around just as the barn doors shut. Hiding behind each was a friend of his: a wolf named Denali, and a synth named Tarnish.

"You - I - how?!"

They chuckled - of course they did, why wouldn't they? Cloud's cheeks lit up with a purple blush as he looked from one to the other, trying to find the words to ask what the hell was going on.

They were hardly strangers - well, kind of. They hadn't hung out much in person, but they were very involved with one another's online lives. The number of times that they'd hung out for movies, games, and more - though Tarnish always had to nerf himself with the games - god, his head was scrambled.

"You okay?" Tarnish asked.

Cloud nodded at the blue-black synth, still having a hard time believing that he was there. Synths weren't the most common per-se, and Tarnish was one of those that was completely obvious about being one. Covered in metal plates with a black-glass 'face,' the lizard-like synth was so visually mechanical that there was no way that one could even slightly confuse him for an organic being. A bit shy at times but more caring than Cloud had expected, the synth was one of those friends that he'd really bonded with.

And Denali -

"He's fine," the wolf said, chuckling as he put a hand on his hip. "Look at him. He might be all shook up, but he's happy to see us."

"Well, part of him is," Tarnish said, nodding downward.

"Heh, trust me. I know how to wrangle a good boy like him..."

And that blush just got that much worse. The wolf wore a cowboy hat, long jeans, and a plaid shirt, and a more cowboy-looking man Cloud had yet to see. The changeling'd known that Denali preferred to play that up, and even wore the hat while they were video-chatting sometimes, but fuck...it looked good on him, particularly with that slightly scruffy dark-brown fur and weathered look in his face.

The wolf reached down to an actual rope that hung from his waist, hefting it in a mechanical hand. One more thing that was different about him, one more thing that made it that much more obvious that he was something special. They both were, and -

"Heh, looks like the cutie's head's about to pop," Denali said. "You got the note; you ready for a good time?"

"That...that was you two?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"His idea, really," Tarnish said, nodding toward the wolf. "Thought that you'd be up for taking this past the teasing stage. I mean, all the online flirting, you sounded like you were into something like this, but -"

"I am, I am," Cloud said, almost too fast. "I mean, I didn't think you two were, but -"

"Heh, then no more questions."

"What - mmmph!"

The rope. Right around his neck. Like a leash. Cloud's cheeks felt like they were hot enough to fry an egg on them as the wolf pulled him close, leaving them almost nose to nose as they looked into each other's eyes. Denali tilted his head to one side, his lips pulling back just enough to show a little teeth.

"You going to be a good little bug for us?" Denali asked. "Or are we gonna have to tie you up for this?"

"Mmmph...I'll be good."

"Such a good boy. Tarnish, come on. Help me strip him down."

They took him back into the barn, and he shivered as they marched at either side. Both of them were just a little bit taller than him, and while they were gentle as they pulled him along, Cloud could feel every bit of muscle in their arms. One organic, one synthetic, both of them quite 'forceful' in the way that they dragged him toward one of the stalls.

Once they arrived, though, he posed properly. His arms overhead, his legs slightly spread, he put himself on display. They ran their hands over his stomach, feeling the tightness around his abs, and then around his back end. Denali teased down his front, rubbing his hands over the faint bulge there, while Tarnish reached around back and started sliding one hand down the curve of the bug's ass.

"Mmmm, nice and firm back here," the synth said.

"And a nice size up here. Someone's been hiding a treat, eh?" the wolf teased.

"Mmmph...I'm just...staying decent," Cloud said.

"Mmmm, decent, heh. Decently teasing, decently holding out on us. How many times have we told you exactly what we'd like to do to you?" Denali asked.

"Mmmph...a lot..."

"And how many times have we gotten to do that?"

"Mmmph...never..."

"I think that today's going to be the day that changes, don't you?"

"Mmmph...I hope so..."

They lifted his shirt right off him, throwing it over the stall wall. That left him in nothing more than the tight shorts. He bit his lips as the pair of guys kept rubbing him, stroking him, teasing him and riling him up, and soon, his sheath started filling out in the front. He bit his lips as the sheer tightness of his shorts kept it from getting as hard as it wanted to get, forming a larger and larger bulge in the front of his pants until it was throbbing, oozing, leaking through the fabric.

Tarnish chuckled, the synth's rubber-and-metal fingers reaching around and undoing the bug's buttons. They came loose and his shaft pushed up and out, twitching, throbbing as it kept pushing free of his sheath. The sheer pleasure that he got from it being in the open air was enough to have him bucking his hips -

"Ah ah ah..."

"Tie him up?" Tarnish suggested.

"His arms, yeah. Loop it 'round his wrists," the wolf said.

"You heard him, little guy. Arms forward."

Cloud did as he was told, not because he had to, but because he really, really wanted to. His breath kept coming in short, harsh gasps as he felt the rope pull tight around his wrists, and he groaned as he watched the length of it go up and over one of the beams higher up. The wolf pulled it, and his arms went up, and he was no longer able to hide himself. Or cover himself. Or even touch himself, he realized, which made it all the more embarrassing as his friends pulled his pants down.

They hung off his hooves in seconds, and his cock, a full seven inches long and a fair bit thicker than one might have expected from a changeling like him, bobbed up and down in the open air. The tip was already starting to flare slightly, getting stiffer the more that Denali and Tarnish stared at it, and he huffed as he spread his legs just a bit wider, his hooves clicking on the hard floor. He couldn't help it; he was a good little bug, and a good changeling showed off when they were caught.

Still made him feel like a bug pinned to a board with nails, though, but in a good way. A very hot, very good way.

As he shuffled about, his cock bobbing up and down, Tarnish and Denali shared a glance at each other. He didn't know what the look meant, but Tarnish nodded and Denali stepped forward. The wolf's hand went down -

"Mmmph..."

Cloud huffed as he felt the soft, fuzzy hand wrap around his cock, giving it a few leisurely pumps before settling into a more experienced motion. There was no push, no urgency, just a gentle tease of one stroke after another. It had him bucking his hips regardless; it had been too long since he had had someone else touching him down there, and ho boy, it was getting him dripping like mad.

"Look at that. What a good little bug, showing off how productive he is," Denali said, chuckling. "All ready to be put on display, oozing, dripping, just like a good little slut."

"Mmmph..."

"You want to cum, don't you?"

"N-not yet..."

"Heh, too bad."

"W-what - AH!"

The jumped at the sudden pressure from behind, a finger sliding up his ass and filling that end. That was Tarnish, he realized, the synth pushing a finger deep inside of him and going deeper by the second, digging in right up to the bottom knuckle. It was hard, too, harder than a finger should have been, and it was rubbing right over his prostate. The synth leaned over his shoulder, the eyes going from the soft, gentle blue that he was used to and becoming something icy, something more like a glacier looking back at him, and there was more of a bite to the smile flashed in his direction, too.

"Don't worry. You're going to get off more than once. I'm just gonna...help that first one along."

Stroked by one friend, teased by another, fingered and filled and touched and -

Cloud's breath came in shorter and sharper gasps as he was rocked from one side to the other. They were teasing him like crazy, stroking, filling, fingering, fucking his body and his brain at the same time. Denali's warm breath puffed into one ear, and Tarnish's synthesized voice filled the other one.

"That's it...so drippy..."

"You're going to make a hell of a mess."

"Don't worry about it...just cum for us."

"We'll milk every last bit out of you."

"Just like we promised."

"Again."

"And again."

"And again."

The changeling kept rocking his hips back and forth, his eyes all but bugging out of their sockets as his balls churned away. His cock was so hard, so stiff, that he wasn't sure that it could bend or shift at all with all the tugging going on down there. He closed his eyes tightly, huffing, whimpering, his breath pushed right out of him as they used him so well.

This was just the fantasy that he had so many times, but now? Now, it was real, and he was going through it, and he had no idea how long he was going to be able to take it before he blew his load all over the floor. He kept shuffling back and forth from hoof to hoof, trying to catch his breath as they fingered and stroked him. His teeth ground, clenching together -

"Mmmm, holding back on us, huh?" Denali chuckled. "Well, there's an easy way to fix that. Keep on going, Tarnish. This is gonna be good..."

Cloud didn't know what was happening, but he didn't dare open his eyes. He was barely holding back without seeing what they were doing to him; if he got to see what they were doing, got to enjoy the visuals, too, he didn't know if he'd be able to keep from popping right then and there. Clenching them shut all the tighter, he endured the hand running down his chest, over his abs, and then -

"Ah!"

As Denali sucked his cock right down his throat, the wolf shocked him to the core. The changeling arched his back, thrusting his shaft forward, completely unable to stop himself. It was too good, too good by half, and - and - and -

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

That tongue, that muzzle, that throat! It clenched around his cock and pulled him in deep, and that cool nose against his groin and near the base of his sheath were doing things to him. That first synthetic finger was joined by a second one, going deeper, pumping him, rubbing over his prostate over and over again. The throbbing, tensing, tingling feeling of impending orgasm was getting more and more powerful, and much as he tried to restrain himself, it was just getting harder and harder to ignore.

Bob.

Suck.

Lick.

Finger.

Squelch.

Scissor.

He rocked back and forth, trying to pull in on himself, but neither of his friends let him. One sucked, one fingered, and it was too much -

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

And just like that, Denali stopped. The wolf popped his head off the changeling's cock and grabbed it, jerking it like mad. Cloud whimper-whined -

"Cum, then. Be a good little boy and [i]cum.[/i]"

That was all that he needed to hear, and all that he could do. With a whine that echoed through the stable, he thrust against the wolf's fingers and came, hard. Each spurt was so forceful that he could feel it rising out of his balls and shooting through his cock, and he could hear the slimy mess landing on the other side of the stall with each wet splurt. He moaned, his ears pressing down against the sides of his head, and his face burned as the synth kept milking one shot after another out of him with those clever fingers.

Didn't help that Denali was stroking him through the orgasm, too. It was...intense, to say the least, and -

"Ah, ah!"

"Okay, stop, stop," Tarnish said. "Just a little sensitive there, I think."

"Yeah, probably," the wolf muttered, grunting as he put one hand on his knee and pushed himself upright. "You good, boy?"

"Mmmph...Yeah," Cloud said, huffing. "Just...just need a minute."

"Yeah, no problem. Let's get that rope off you, too."

He wasn't going to complain about that. It slid off his wrists with ease, and he stumbled back against the synth. Tarnish guided him to an old set of cushions, and he sat down with a hard flop. The cushions threw up who knew how much dust in the process, but at least he wasn't going to fall over.

As he caught his breath, he couldn't help but smile at his friends. They loomed over him, Denali leaning against the post at the end of one stall and Tarnish leaning one hand on the changeling's shoulder and looming over him. Both of them had the smiles of cocky confidence on their faces, and honestly, they deserved it.

"You two...are so sexy right now," Cloud said.

"Heh, we know," Tarnish said.

"Indeed," Denali said. "But there's a way that we get sexier."

"Oh - oh!"

The wolf suited word to action, pulling at the buttons of his shirt and slowly undoing them. That mechanical arm was so easy to forget when it wasn't touching him, and he shivered as he imagined what the sexy wolf could do to him with that thing if he ever decided to go for it. Maybe he would -

Cloud lost himself in staring at that fluffy, muscled chest. Denali had that workman build, thick and powerful in the shoulders and back, and it went right down to his abs. Even with all the floof that he had with that fur coat, he still had visible muscles, strong and enduring and probably something that'd feel so good pressed against him. There was no shame in lovers that weren't fit, but oh, there was something of a treat when there was a lover that took care of himself.

As the wolf worked at his belt, the changeling flicked his gaze over to Tarnish, half-wondering if some of the plates that covered the synth's body would turn out to be a different kind of clothing. At first, he couldn't see anything different, but then -

"Oh...my..."

The plates around the base of the newly-exposed humanoid cock sealed together again, keeping the shaft on the outside. His face burned as he realized that thing must have been hiding just behind those surface plates the whole time, waiting to pop out when the time was right. Already hard, too, looking almost like a dildo, but the way that it bobbed up and down - and had a faint sort of something oozing from the tip, not pre-cum, but something that could have been lube, maybe? - was enough to keep him thirsty for it.

"I didn't know you had that there," he muttered.

"Well, it's better than putting on a strap-on anytime that I want to have sex," Tarnish admitted.

"You did that?"

"Before the last upgrade, yeah."

"...Any other models?"

"Don't get greedy," the synth said, chuckling. "If this goes well, I'll bring a horse-cock next time."

"Mmmmm..."

"Heh, thirsty little guy, isn't he?"

"We already knew that," Denali said.

He turned back to the wolf and whistled. Denali was naked, his goods on display and his clothes tossed over the edge of another stall wall. As he walked forward, his hips swayed just enough to keep his sheath and rising shaft swinging from side to side. Nice and full, the sheath slowly disgorged a nice, thick tapered dick, the tip already a little bit damp with pre-cum, and the rest of the shaft looking smooth and perfect for a bit of slippery fun.

The sight of both of them, naked and hard just for him, was more than enough to get his own dick throbbing again. Not that he planned to use it just yet, but he was more than ready for the second round.

"Mmmph...you two are going to feel so good..." he muttered.

"Heh, looking forward to being filled that much?" Tarnish asked.

"No - well, yes, but not just that." He reached up, taking the synth's dick in hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'm going to make both of you feel so good that you never want to go back to anyone else."

That got a little chuckle from the synth and a smile from the wolf. Cloud might have been caught off-guard, and he certainly hadn't been ready for an impromptu threesome this far out of town with them, but he was better than they thought he was. He knew his tricks and techniques, and he knew what would get them both off in a hurry.

He just needed to do it.

Using Tarnish's cock as a lever, he dragged himself to his feet and pulled Denali into their little gathering. He had a hand on each cock and it was so strange to feel the differences between them. Both of them were warm, but in very different ways, one from the inside and one just naturally heated. One was tapered and pointed, while the other was more of a standard bell-end. The change in shapes between the pair of them was fascinating and part of the fun for him, and he all but giggled as he stroked from tip to base. The little bump at the bottom of Denali's dick was promising to be a very thick knot when the time came, and he was [i]really[/i] looking forward to that.

"Heh...so what next?" Denali asked.

"Anal," the eager little changeling said.

"That's quick."

"I can go more than once, and I want to get both of you in me," he said.

"Both of us?" Tarnish blinked. "Ambitious, aren't you?"

"I can make it work. If we got enough lube."

"That, we have," Denali said, nodding at a barrel not far off. "We prepped for that."

"Good...good. So, you two -"

"Bend over something and we'll take care of that," Tarnish said.

It didn't take long at all for the changeling to get bent over a nearby bench, his ass in the air and his tail flicked off to the side. His pucker clenched down as his friends wheeled the barrel over, and the soft squelch-squelch of someone dipping their fingers in lube filled the air. He grinned as he waggled his hips from side to side, his cock sliding against the wooden surface of the bench, right up until the first -

POP!

"Mmmmph..."

It was more the sound of the lube than any huge things going in, but the slickness was [i]great.[/i] He sighed to himself, lowering his head and keeping his ass high as they slid their fingers in, out, in, out. Every so often, they dipped their other hand into the barrel and got more lube for the whole thing, but most of the time, it was fingering, fingers scissoring back and forth, and teasing his hole further and further. He could feel it opening, flexing, then opening again, getting wider and more eager.

"Mmmph...ah...ah..."

"Getting close already?" Tarnish teased.

"Nnngh...not yet...just really, really nice..."

"Heh, should have brought a tube to pour some of it inside you. Make you all slick for the fuck."

"Mmmph...you two will cum enough for that."

Synth hand, then furred hand, then synth again, his friends taking turns to open him up and make sure that he was nice and slick for the fun ahead. He pushed back to make sure that he could take it, one finger becoming two, then three, then four. Never fisting, but more than enough to get his pucker open for what he had in mind.

Soon, he was so slimed that there was no way for him to completely close his hole. It dripped down his thighs, running over the holes in his legs and some of it even made it all the way down to his hooves. As he wobbled his way back to his feet, he groaned and looked over his shoulder.

"Mmmph...Tarnish on the floor...then me...then Denali on top?"

"Works for me," the synth said.

"Probably best that way; I can get my knot in, if I have to."

"Mmmph. Hope you do."

Once the blue-black synth was on the ground, Cloud straddled him. The sight of that dick was just enough to have him huffing and puffing. It wasn't as long as his - hell, neither of them were as long as he was - but it would be the thickness that really got to him. He grinned at the mental image of those dicks spreading him open from behind, the way that they'd give him that happy little heat-stretch that would only get more and more intense as the rut went on, and the way that he'd be so stretched at the end of this that their loads would be running down his legs for the rest of the night -

Mmmph. Fuck, he was going to love this.

As Tarnish folded his hands behind his head, giving Cloud all the space he could ask for, the bug sat down. He rolled his ass back, enjoying the synth-heat of Tarnish's cock against his rump, and reached back to grab it by the base. It took a little finagling, but he managed to get it lined up with his hole without much trouble.

"And now...Denali..."

"Heh, yeah, I got it..."

Denali wasn't heavy, but Cloud still felt the wolf's weight against his back as he got into position. The rounded head of Tarnish's cock was joined by the pointed tip of the wolf's dick. They teased, grinding against him, and they were soon both utterly slathered in the oozing slime coming from his hole. The changeling huffed, closed his eyes, and pushed. There was only the faintest hint of resistance before -

POP!

POP!

They both slid in, one right behind the other, and all three males groaned at the same time. They huffed together, Tarnish's hand on his hip and Denali holding him by the shoulder. It wasn't even a conscious decision as they all moved, just a need to be close. That pointed tip slid in along one side of his inner walls, and the rounded one went the other direction. They ground against each other, and against him, and against his prostate and oh, he was oozing all over again.

"Messy," Tarnish muttered.

"But sexy. Such a good bug," Denali grunted.

"Mmmph...w-well, how about you two...fuck this good bug?"

"Heh...you're the one that's riding. You start."

Cloud did as he was told, and they all moaned as he took them deeper. Not super-long, either of them - Tarnish was six inches, and Denali was a half-inch under that - but they were so thick. Even after having four fingers in his ass, this was still something new, something [i]good.[/i] Cloud leaned his head down, both his hands on the synth's shoulders as he pushed back, slid forward, and pushed back again, gradually taking them further and further until -

POP!

"Eeep!" Cloud gasped, huffing as the half-inflated bulge of Denali's knot slid in.

"Heh, too much?"

"Nnngh...no...just...surprise."

"Take your -"

POP!

"Nnngh...fuck..."

Still panting, Cloud chuckled at the little curse from the wolf. He wasn't the only one that was a little sensitive, it seemed. He shook his head, looked down at Tarnish again, and saw the synth smirking at him.

Oh, they were in for a surprise. They thought that they were dealing with a little bug that was completely overwhelmed, who didn't know how to handle what they could dish out. They were - playfully - looking down on him, thinking that this was going to be a bit of fun to tease him over later.

Cloud smiled...and clenched.

As the other two males grunted, huffing and moaning, he rolled his hips back, taking them both to the hilt before continuing to ride. Forward, back, forward, back, taking them both at once. Oh, it made his hole burn, but in a [i]good[/i] way. That intensity, that stretch - that was what he needed.

"Alright, boys...let's see how long [i]you[/i] can last..."

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: When a changeling comes ‘round in response to a note, he gets some fun from friends that he never expected to see like this.

Tags: M/M, M/M/M, Changeling, Wolf, Synth, Friends, Meet-Up, Kinky Fun, Bondage, Handjob, Oral, Anal, Anal Fingering, Lubing Up, Teasing, Cum, Orgasm, Reasonable Cock Sizes,