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His Girlfriend and Her Lover

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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The New Year’s Eve party, for the company, was exquisitely extravagant. Held at Twinton Manor, a grand hotel in the city with a sweeping front entrance, it came at a price, due to its reputation as both a hub for social affairs and business networking. Eli stood with a short, black skirt and a white blouse, the feminine attire and heels making him comfortable, at least, for he’d long since been familiar with clothes like that. The stockings, however, clung to his fur and forever reminded him of what he was wearing as he looked to the entrance to the main room, blue and white lights twinkling across the ceiling.

He could have been paying attention to the bar or the dance floor, on the other side of the room, but he couldn’t. Not even when the lights of the city shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows on another side of the room – not when Mark entered with Farrah on his arm. Everyone at the company, attending, stopped dead in their tracks as the grey-furred wolf entered regally, a small, proud smile on his lips. Farrah tightened her grip on his arm, the red-furred husky a little wide-eyed, but that only lasted a moment. After that, she stood tall, as if she had pushed her shoulder blades back a little more, a floor-length gown spilling sensually down her frame.

The emerald green of her attire complemented the red of her fur perfectly, though the ripples in the fabric were beyond even what Eli knew of fashion. Everything about her outfit, green heels mostly hidden by the hem, screamed opulence, though Farrah held it casually as if that had been her life all along. His nose twitched, lower jaw dropping. Even then, Eli could not help but stare, though another server nudged him with their elbow and hissed.

“Get to it! We’re here to make their night go smoothly!”

Eli jolted into action, but the red panda still wanted to stare at Farrah, though she was, so very clearly, with her “boyfriend” at that time. The term seemed too trivial for what Mark meant to her, but it was the best word Elio could come up with right then. The husky, of course, wore no jewellery: she didn’t need it.

Mark smiled as he guided Farrah through the party. Of course, the wolf had to mingle and be seen with everyone, for that was his role as CEO. He had appearances to keep up, but he wanted to show off Farrah to everyone even more, for the husky was far more than mere “arm candy” to him. If anyone made that assumption of them, it was a problem on their side and most certainly not his.

“Welcome, thank you for coming,” the wolf said, offering his paw for a hyena to shake, sitting at the bar. “You’ve met Farrah when you came for our afternoon meeting on upcoming trends, of course?”

“Yes, how could I forget?”

Malik grinned and, more delicately, grasped Farrah’s offered paw, though his grip was not as firm as it had been with Mark. To be fair to him, the wolf had driven him quite hard in their meeting, grilling him as if he anticipated something amiss in the trends forecasted, but it had all worked out in the end. Yet his softer pawshake there was not a reflection on her personally, just his dealings with Mark. Still, Malik respected Mark.

They chatted, the mood softening between them the more they spoke, though Farrah’s ear twitched. She was sure she was being watched and smiled privately, just for herself. It was only natural Eli was still out there keeping an eye on her, but she didn’t need it, not anymore. Mark was everything she needed in a protective, powerful partner and the red panda had been more than right in understanding, much earlier, just what Farrah needed in her life.

As they moved through the party, taking a drink at the bar and then moving out to the quieter space by the windows, which had tables and chairs set up for attendees to rest, the marketing manager and deputy stopped them with smiles. The foxes, one white and one red, were all smiles, though there was a cheeky glint in the deputy manager’s eye.

“Ah, Farrah…” Cassandra, the deputy marketing manager said smoothly, Farrahoffering her a smile. “We were wondering when we would see you, though you look gorgeous as always. Where is that Eli of yours?”

Her eyes widened, wondering just why they’d need to ask that. Was there gossip going around the office? Everyone had seemed glad of their relationship blossoming – even if Mark was the boss and she was his secretary.

“He’s occupied,” Mark said smoothly, a smile on his face as he casually took charge of the situation. “But I can have him sent to you if needed?”

A flicker of understanding passed between the red fox and the wolf, but she didn’t press things any further.

“Ah, no, that will not be necessary,” she said, raising her glass to them, her red-furred fingers curling delicately around the stem. “He was always such a delight, always so helpful.”

Truthfully, as long as everyone was happy about things, it was the kind of office where no one cared. If Eli had been going around moping, perhaps they would have had a very different opinion on that count – but it was not the case.

Mark moved them on smoothly, licking his lips as he leaned in closer to Farrah. While the crowd was around them, his paw dropped lower, gently brushing over the line of her hip and then further inward, to the curve of her backside. Farrah sucked in a shallow breath and shot her lover a look. However, it was very much not a look that would have stopped him. On the contrary, she seemed to be encouraging him to keep going.

“Mark… Out here, in public?”

Her tone was hushed and soft, though the wolf leaned in, spinning them as he pulled her to his chest. Farrah’s gasp was music to his ears.

“Only you,” he promised. “I want everyone to know you’re mine. And for you to know all the things I want to do to you, back in our hotel room.”

Her eyes sparkled, lips twitching as she brushed his nose gently with the tip of a finger.

“Our hotel room?”

Her teasing wasn’t missed as Eli burst from the kitchen with a plate in each paw. He was not yet able to hold over two at a time, but he was still glad to be useful at the party. Although he had friends in the company, it felt right for him to serve everyone, to do what he did best even if it was a very benign action that time.

“Ah – salmon and dauphinoise potatoes with freshly steamed greens?”

He greeted the guests who blinked at him. They were a stag and an aardvark from the accounting department. Even if they’d seen him around, they didn’t seem to recognise Eli. He blushed. Well, he had done his make-up a little differently that evening, wanting to fit the look of a waitress and, also, be suitable eye candy for the party too. That was the directive Mark had given him.

“Yes, that’s ours… Thank you.”

He served them and ducked away when he’d assured himself they didn’t need anything more from him. Catching a glimpse of Farrah and Mark across the room, he saw Farrah pressed in close to the wolf’s chest, his paws sliding lower and lower down her back. His heart leapt, then skipped a beat, though it was not as if there was anything at all he could do about that. There was nothing to do, for everything was “right” with his little corner of the world, heat rushing to his cheeks while his fur hid the force of his increasing blush.

Collecting a tray so he could pick up leftover, empty glasses from around the party, he performed his role well, swinging in closer to Farrah and Mark. The husky’s eyes glanced warmly over him, though it was still as if she didn’t really see him there, as if she only had eyes for Mark. He caught that too in how her eyes snapped back to the wolf before a breath had even been completed, the red panda becoming only a passing curiosity to her.

He liked that. There was a part of him that pushed back against it, but there was more of a flustered sense in that. It didn’t even feel humiliating, not anymore, to be passed over just like that.

Mark passed him their glasses with a nod and a smile.

“Fetch us more drinks,” he said, his tone formal yet polite. “Surprise me.”

Eli rushed to obey – so much so that he nearly tipped the empty glasses over on his tray. Yet when the red panda returned, Mark merely accepted the cocktails he’d begged the bartender to make up to their exacting tastes without a second look.

“Excuse me! Over here!”

A leopard couple, someone in finance with her husband, called him over and he was forced to return to the party. Still, Eli couldn’t resist a look back over his shoulder, wanting to stay engaged with the happy couple through any means. From a distance, while he was supposed to be taking the leopard couple’s drink order, he watched Mark pulling out a chair at a table with a tasteful, silver-grey tablecloth for Farrah. He was ever the gentleman, yet there was something different about the way the wolf did it rather than how Eli had done similar for Farrah before. Then he caught Mark ordering for Farrah, the husky beaming and looking more radiant still – and it came to him that that was not the sort of thing Eli would ever have considered doing for Farrah. She was always an individual and he loved her take on things. Mark, however, had fresh takes to offer her, all in taking the lead.

He squirmed and focused on his job, at least to the best of his ability while he’d been “forced” away from the happy couple. There was little Eli could do to shake the image of how Farrah had smiled from his mind, like everything in her wildest, most beautiful of dreams had come true all in the best of ways.

While Eli rushed back and forth between the back of house and the main party area, he struggled with the layout. Of course, the red panda hadn’t worked there for as long as the main body of staff and grew flustered, his blouse pulled askew and needing to be fixed by his manager. She tugged it almost roughly back into position and pressed the collar down, frowning at him.

“You must look presentable – what’s got you so flustered?”

The feline manager was not unpleasant, but she demanded certain standards for physical appearances. Eli had thought he was well-groomed, but she even dusted a fur-smoothing formula onto his face too, evening out the lines of his cheeks and muzzle. That wasn’t something he had in his personal make-up collection and he made a mental note to pick some up.

“Ah – t-thank you!”

He tried not to be flustered and worked up, but it was hard not to always have his mind jumping ahead of him. All Eli wanted to do was to get back to Mark and Farrah, to dote on and serve them the entire night long, just so he could bask in their presence. The draw he felt to them was more powerful than ever, to the point he even felt just a little jittery in his chest when he was away from them. The panda would not have considered it anxiety, not really, but it was as if the connection he had with Farrah was stretching, shifting. It could not remain the same when she was on the wolf’s arm.

He managed, just about, to catch glimpses of them through the crowd, though time moved on and Mark directed Farrah through the party once again. A light meal had been served to them, but Eli had not been able to do much about that when another server had been assigned to them.

When they moved on to the dance floor, no longer talking with others, Eli found it harder still to catch sight of them. He couldn’t help his distraction, even though it affected how he was doing his job there, wanting to enjoy her, even if from a distance. He could never have afforded a splendid gown like that for the husky and it was clear to everyone that it had been bought with Mark’s money, though that seemed increasingly evenly shared between them those days. It was not as if the wolf, of course, had ever thought of it as “his” money when it came to Farrah anyway.

On the dance floor, Mark spun Farrah gently, keeping the pace even, so she wasn’t rushing or struggling to keep up with him. The flow of music in the party suite offered them something of a beat to dance to, but it was more the tune between the two lovers that carried their hind paws forward. She swayed into his touch, coming in close with a challenge and a sparkle in her eyes, though Mark very much had a new kind of husky on his paws to deal with. Yet that was merely Farrah stepping into her new role, her new life with him, and finding that everything fit her so very comfortably.

The crowd moved around them, allowing them space, though Mark, kindly, moved them to the edge of the floor. As he drew Farrah in against his chest, his paw slipped lower, brushing the side of her breast. Farrah giggled and fluttered her eyelashes at him.

“You, sir, are getting very close to some devious things.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t call them things,” he quipped back at her, his tongue as quick as his wit. “But you are exceptionally lovely, Farrah. So much so, there’s no words to describe you. Not even my eyes could fully take in your beauty, my darling.”

That was not something she could help blushing at, not even aware of Eli watching. Together, they swayed as if in a slow dance, pressed up close to each other while the red panda looked on. They were lovers: he couldn’t deny that. Neither did Eli want to, but it would have been hard for anyone else to say otherwise too as warmth tingled in his cheeks and down his neck.

“Hey, you!”

Someone snapped their fingers at him and he turned quickly, embarrassed to be caught staring. Yet the zebra who’d called him, his name eluding Eli, wasn’t even interested in that. He grinned, looking Eli up and down lewdly, his tie already loosened so more of his chest was exposed with the top couple of buttons of his shirt undone. Eli shivered, though he wasn’t quite sure why.

“Come here, sweetie, I don’t bite. Much…”

It was a bad line and Eli might have said something about that if things had been different. Yet he did not – not as the zebra pulled him in and slid his hand down Eli’s back to his backside. The red panda squeaked and jumped a little, though it was more out of surprise than anything else. His earlier blushing seemed like nothing at all considering the raging heat flaring across his cheeks right then.

The zebra’s friends laughed and he turned away subtly, having known those furs from work. They didn’t seem all that familiar to him anymore, but there was nothing mean in their expressions either. As he scanned them, his stomach did a weird flip-flop, like something was shifting inside him. He didn’t quite understand it, but it seemed there were things too for him to understand in his shifting dynamic. The zebra’s eyes both softened and darkened at the same time, dropping to his chest and then lower.

“Get us a drink,” he said, his tone firm but gravelly at the same time. “Top shelf, scotch. You pick.”

Eli squirmed. That wasn’t his forte, but he didn’t know what else to say. His eyes slid away to Farrah and Mark again, so he merely smiled and nodded, hastening away to do as the zebra asked. Maybe it was the easiest way to do things, but the feel of the zebra’s hand on his ass lingered in his mind, like his hand was still on his body.

“I think I know what more those pretty lips can do…”

He didn’t hear the zebra, not fully. He was busy scampering off, wanting to get back to Mark and Farrah. But there was more going on as lingering looks followed the red panda, wanting a part of him Eli had not even considered allowing them to see.

The zebra gave Eli a crude, approving look when he returned, for the red panda’s choice of scotch was on point at the very least. That time, he was more prepared for the zebra, with the upright mane, to brush the backs of his fingers enquiringly against his forearm as he stepped back and gave the guest a winning smile.

“Come find me anytime you need anything,” Eli said, perhaps a little too sweetly. “I’d be happy to serve you!”

Of course, he didn’t fully think through what he was saying as he slipped back into the crowd. As a member of the wait staff, for that night, he was easy to miss, though it took him some time to find Mark and Farrah again. When he did, it was from a distance, locking on to them at the bar where Farrah was perched on a stool with Mark standing behind her.

The wolf had his arms gently around her, his chin resting on top of her head – but in a way that it would mess up his fur. That was a skill Eli did not have and neither did the red panda have the height to be close to Farrah like that. It was an intimate moment and he dithered at a distance, not wanting to move in any closer, for it felt like he was intruding. There was a little open space on either side of them, as if others were afraid to get into their bubble too, and Eli swallowed hard, finding that bravery deep inside that allowed him to, finally, sidle up.

He just wanted to see, all as he crept in nearer, eyeing up with a fresh stab of strange hunger how Mark, so very gently, stroked the line of Farrah’s jaw and down her neck. She shivered, her pulse jumping in her throat, and Eli’s stomach jumped again. His heart beat harder, faster, yet remained caged by his ribs, as it was not for him for his heart to be free. Farrah had it forever, even if he had set her up with another who was perfectly suited for her. Still, he held his breath as Mark’s paw slid lower, with a lot more delicacy than the zebra’s hand had with Eli. It found a resting place at her hip, teasing at the temptation of groping her but not quite going that far.

Farrah laughed aloud, though subtly, and hopped off the stool, still not noticing Eli. That allowed Mark’s paw free roam across her butt and Eli leaned forward, if a little way away from them still. That tiny movement was enough for Farrah’s eyes to flick to him again, but they slid away, as if the husky was looking straight through him instead.

It was more than enough to make his cheeks burn with humiliation, brutal and cutting all of a sudden. It sliced into him, as if between his ribs, but he could not have said it didn’t feel right. He wanted them there, to enjoy one another, but he squirmed at the notion of his partner being “stolen” like that.

“Did you see?”

“He’s really not with her anymore?”

“No, it’s like…complicated…”

Eli gulped and scampered off to his work again, for that would be more than enough of a distraction for him to sort through his muddled thoughts. The connection he felt to Mark and, more importantly still, Farrah pulled at him, but he fought it that time, for it was the red panda who needed his space.

Mark and Farrah needed their space too – but together. They slipped away from the bar, not without notice, and into a quieter alcove where they could sit closer, Farrah easing her way onto Mark’s lap. The wolf’s breath hitched, but he didn’t see the party going on behind Farrah, only the beautiful husky’s muzzle, the light in her eyes and the smile on her lips.

“Mmm… I can’t wait to have you, every way,” Mark breathed, kissing her between words, his paws roaming and brushing over her breasts before sliding down to her ass once more. “Every…ah…way…”

“Me too…” Farrah whispered on an exhaled breath, though her voice was a little rougher than before, as if she didn’t have enough air in her lungs. “I want to feel you… I can feel you now!”

Eli cleared his throat politely, his notepad held before him and pen at the ready. He was sure he was the only one allowed to come in near them while they were intertwined like that, but he wasn’t about to press things. He shook a little, but his eyes were bright, Mark answering for Farrah as the canine, sweetly, nuzzled in against his chest.

“A whisky. Cotswold’s Reserve.”

It was not the most expensive whisky, but it was an interesting choice of an English whisky. Eli nodded and made as if to leave, but Farrah looked up just in time.

“Did…” She said, her words shaky as her eyes shimmered. “Did you always know it would end up like this? That I would be with him?”

Eli smiled, glad to have something he could answer without hesitation.

“I… Yes,” he said honestly. “I’m glad you’ve found all you need in life, everything you deserve. So, so glad Farrah.”

He might have had more to say, but Mark turned Farrah’s muzzle back to him to claim her with a firm, dominating kiss. She moaned and melted into it, sinking in against his chest where her paws were resting.

“I… Uh…”

Eli trailed off, for he didn’t exist to them anymore. Not in any way, not as he trembled there and then, slowly, edged away. He had a job to do and he did it well at leaving quietly. After all, Farrahwas well looked after there and he had nothing to worry about. He’d only hang around nearby so he could rush in to serve them when he was needed, for that was the best, really, the red panda could do.

Only…they needed him less and less. As was right.

Mark and Farrah danced like they were the only two in the room, enjoying one another and moving seamlessly with the throng of eager furs. Mark pulled Farrah in against his chest and she gasped, feeling his heart pounding through his chest.

“I want to be with you,” she whispered, the grey wolf’s ears twitching, catching her words. “I… Mark, this is all so much… I never thought I’d be in this position, with you.”

“Believe it, darling,” he answered her in the same breath, “for this is all for you.”

And she believed it too, not wanting to move away from him as the wolf’s lips tickled her ear.

“I want to kiss you, where I can’t in public, back in our room,” he whispered. “To undress you, to slide your lingerie from your fur. You’re beautiful with or without it, but always you…”

She moaned and ducked her muzzle, yet it was not out of shyness. For Farrah had learned how to play her wolf too.

“Do you think you can keep up with me?”

He said something in return that had her giggling again. Eli was still there, but her eyes barely flicked to him, over at the tables. It looked like a big bear was grabbing his arm, strangely, but the red panda didn’t seem to be having a bad time at all as a wandering paw groped his ass. She laughed and nudged Mark so the wolf could see too.

“Look, he’s having fun.”

“That is good.”

Her wolf sounded approving, though she didn’t really know what Mark thought about all that. That was something they should talk about – outside the party.

“I’ll look out for trouble.”

Yet Mark did not expect that, not even then. Eli was set aside as they danced and the music turned slower and deeper, as if it was lulling them along with its rhythm. They swayed in a slow dance once more and Farrah leaned in against Mark’s chest, her head resting there while a soft blush rose to her cheeks.

Everything…was perfect. And it was Eli who’d got them there, even as her attention wavered from him, time after time again. It was just so easy to fall for the wolf, though Farrah was not fully sure where she stood in their relationship yet, even if she could assume where things were going. She wanted to enjoy every step of the journey, however, and she felt in her heart there was still more to come with Mark she had not yet seen.

Her body burned with need for him, though she had to wait for the party to conclude. Even as Eli was teased by a secretary, a tall feline with a sly smile.

Farrah was not privy to Eli being told Mark had a new girlfriend, though no one thought that was new information to Eli. The cat flicked her tail, tickling Eli’s side, and he blushed hard, squirming in place. He didn’t know whether to wriggle away or to lean into her, but his decision was made for him when he looked back to Mark and Farrah.

The secretary said something else, but he wasn’t listening. Not as the countdown to midnight began and his small shaft ached, wanting to swell even though his body wasn’t ready for that yet. That manner of being aroused was not familiar to him, not as he watched, longingly, as Farrah was led off the dance floor.

It was right. Yes, even then. They didn’t owe him anything and neither did he owe them, technically, anything, despite wanting to serve them still. The cat secretary – ah, Lana – frowned and shook her head as she went back to her partner, slipping into his arms for the countdown to midnight.

“Five…four…three…”

His eyes were on Farrah as she turned to Mark.

“…Two…One! Happy New Year!”

As the celebrations kicked up and cheers rang out, Mark pulled Farrah gently to him. It was as if the husky had already been leaning into him, wanting that kiss, and their lips locked. It was an even more passionate kiss than what Eli had been lucky enough to bear witness to so far, their heads tilted in opposite directions as their hands clasped one another’s. They had to be close, just like that, and Eli was left out, at a distance, even though he was their third.

They embraced like they were the only two in the world and Eli drew in a breath, something tight in his chest. He didn’t have a name for it, however, as he watched intently, unable to take his eyes off them. There was no doubt there, none at all, as to who Farrah belonged to, that she had never truly, not fully, been Eli’s.

He didn’t feel like he was alone there, despite it all, despite everything shifting in a fraction of a second. For Eli would not end up alone that night, or any other night he didn’t want to be, even if it was not Farrah he was with. There were other uses for him, after all, and Eli was merely glad to be useful, to find a place and know his place.

Farrah’s place was with Mark, the wolf’s paws fitting perfectly into the small of her back, drawing the husky in sweetly against him. He took a breath, through his nostrils, and Farrah responded even to that, like she could get even closer to him in the heat of that moment, though he recognised that little shudder that ran through her. There was so much more than a kiss on the husky’s mind, but anything that went on in the bedroom was beyond Eli’s allowance anymore. After all, it had been so long since she’d even allowed him to be “inside” her like that, but he didn’t think it’d be right after everything.

He had his place. That was enough.

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Finally, the night had to come to a close. Making their rounds, even Farrah felt perfectly positioned to make her goodbyes to everyone. Once, she hadn’t felt “right” walking around with Mark, like she was trying to slip her hind paws into a pair of shoes that didn’t fit. Then… Well, things had changed. And the canine rather liked that, coming into herself more with Eli’s gentle nudging and Mark allowing her that space too, needing to grow on her own.

“I would have taken you up earlier,” Mark whispered to her as she tucked herself in against his side, his tail tickling the backs of her legs through the dress. “But I have to put on a good show for these parties, as delightful as they are. You are all the more divine.”

“Wait until you get to remove this dress from me…”

That time, it was Farrah who got to tease the wolf, pulling away while he followed her, suddenly more like a lost puppy dog than a wolf. However, Eli scurried in close enough to hear them, the party lights above them, twinkling and dancing. The light framed them like a halo, though the red panda was not all that sure there was anything holy about them, but he would not have said it was sinful either. He just considered them the perfect couple, perfectly caught in a moment he was not a part of.

“Come back with me, to the penthouse,” Mark whispered, leaning in to Farrah’s ear, though Eli strained to catch his words. “I’ll unwrap you from that beautiful dress, kiss every inch of your soft fur, all the way down…”

She giggled, but Farrah caught his paw, so they couldn’t pull apart for too long. There was no invitation to the penthouse for Eli and he squirmed shyly, taking a half-step back. He was not there to be included, no, but he was there as the “third” so he could serve them, with a room on another floor of the hotel. In a way, this made him accessible to serve them and make sure their needs were met – but not so close he thought he was a part of it all.

I’m not…her primary.

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The word sent a rippling shiver through him and Eli took a breath. Still, it was right and it had always been right – at least for him. Maybe not so for someone else.

With that in mind, he watched them leave, a light smile on his muzzle. Yet the loving couple had barely even made their way out the door before Eli was grabbed, somewhat roughly, by his bicep and spun around. A zebra and a wolf loomed over him, dragging him to the darker side of the party with twin grins on their lips.

“Don’t worry, panda, we’ll keep you plenty busy,” the wolf snickered, though not unkindly. “Come here…”

It was as if Eli didn’t have a say in it at all, though he, regardless of everything, still had a say. At least when it came to him and his own agency, even as he was “forced” to his knees, feeling them connect with a bump into the ground. A group of male furs from the party surrounded him, their suits hanging open, some with their shirts undone, ties loosened. The zebra, whose name he did not know, pulled his shaft out of his trousers, the head firming up before Eli’s eyes, already glistening with a lewd smear of pre-cum.

When Mark didn’t need Eli, he was fair game to service others. So, with a soft moan, the panda did what he did best.

Farrah was going to have the best night ever with her boyfriend anyway.

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