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Konstantine grunted deep in his throat, closing his eyes and remembering just what it felt like as Vale slid inside him for the first time. The fullness, the completeness - the total happiness at being so... accepted.

He pressed harder, rubbing his fingers against his clit more vigorously as he lay his head back on his pillow, his antlers clacking for a moment against his headboard as he arched his back at the surge of pleasure emanating from his groin. The elastic of his lace panties stretched tightly around his waist strained against his invading hand that he had slipped inside them to get to his moist, swollen pussy that was positively gushing with need and drenching the pink lace.

He groaned, shuddering, remembering how he had glanced down between his spread legs as the shower water cascaded down his back to see Vale's low-hanging balls swinging forward and back like the pendulum of a clock, weakening the strength of his legs as he could feel, but not see, every vein of Vale's horsecock pulsing in and out of him.

That did it.

"Oh god..." He grunted. And all of his muscles clenched mightily, rippling under his fur, as his fluttering hand on his abused clit brought him to a powerful wave of pleasure surging from his groin and up his spine, spreading all the way to his fingertips and toes. He gasped for breath and pulled his hand away, flopping his arm back down on the bed and riding it out, his chest heaving.

Dammit, this was frustrating.

After a minute or two to recover, he pulled off his wet panties and tossed them into his dirty clothes hamper by the bed. He sat up and swung his leg over the edge, putting his head in his hands. He had to do something about this. But what?

After taking a shower he certainly felt a little bit more relaxed, but even as he cooked himself supper his mind still stewed on it. How dumb could he have been not to get Vale's number, after a night like that? They both had forgotten, it seemed. And now he was caught in a pretty awkward position of thinking of a way to try to find him again. Aside from the obvious of course - every time he thought about that possibility he got a jolt of adrenaline.

Janice brought up another question in his mind, one that he hadn't considered previously at all.

He stood in the break room, coffee cup in one hand, waiting resolutely for the microwave to ding as he watched his croissant idly spin inside.

"Hey you," came her voice from the doorway. He turned, raising an eyebrow.

"Hi," he answered. She smiled at him. She was a thin little vixen with brilliant red fur, perky ears, and keen silver eyes. Konstantine always noticed her flattering clothes, but today it seemed she was pushing it a little bit with a low-cut blue blouse and a black, knee-length skirt. He glanced for a moment, a little bit involuntarily, at the curve of her breasts that he could see in the cut of her shirt.

"How're you doing today?" she asked, sweeping over to him and stroking him briefly on his right bicep. "Still working out a lot, I see."

"Uh... yeah, I am," Konstantine replied, not sure what else to say.

"I'm gonna be hanging out at Club Rain this evening, if you'd like to drop by," she offered, smiling at him again.

"Oh. Well, I-"

"No pressure, just offering," she shrugged, then patted him on the shoulder and left the room.

Konstantine frowned, not sure what to make of that whole situation. He had always tried to keep a proper distance from women - for one thing, they might be attracted to his physique but if there ever got to be a scenario where his pants came off they'd surely be very disappointed - and for another he didn't really know how he felt about women in general even if that weren't the case.

And what the hell did that mean? He really, really liked Vale, but he always identified as male in his head. A male with a vagina. So... if he liked guys, did that make him gay? Or straight? He sighed, closing his eyes and pressing a hand to the bridge of his nose. So complicated....

The microwave dinged and he pulled out his croissant, eating it absentmindedly as he drifted back to his cubicle. One problem at a time, he thought, plopping down in his swivel chair and turning his attention to his computer.

He didn't get that much work done, aside from a futile attempt at finding Vale on Facebook. There were too many, and it didn't let you search by species. Without his last name, he had no shot. So, throw that option out of the window. He avoided thinking about what he would have to do, even though it hung inexorably over his head; something he couldn't dodge from if he wanted to meet Vale again. And after having a connection like that.... ugh, he just knew he couldn't miss this opportunity.

....but at what potential cost?

Konstantine sat in his car, gripping his steering wheel with both hands as though it was a life raft in a typhoon and staring at the entrance to the Gym. His muscles seemed fixed as he watched people casually entering and exiting, his heart pounding as he tried to work up the nerve to do what he had to do. If this worked, he might be able to see Vale again and.... maybe.... something great would happen. If this failed.....

Well, he hoped that there wouldn't be too many to fight.

He swallowed, bowing his head and letting out a shuddering breath, then forced himself to release his grip on the steering wheel and yanked on the door handle.

He stepped out of the car, the cool night air running through his fur, and shut the door and locked it. He locked his gaze on the front doors of the gym, and strode towards it, mounting the sidewalk.

A young tiger moved ahead of him, coming from his car down the street a few spaces, and held the door for him. Konstantine gave him a nod and entered, pushing the second set of doors open as well.

Fumbling with his wallet for a moment as he approached the counter, he extricated his membership card and held it out for the Antelope at the front desk. She took it with a smile and ran it underneath the scanner. Her computer beeped, and she handed it back to him.

"Have a good workout!" She exclaimed.

"Thanks," Konstantine mumbled, sliding the card back into his wallet. He strode towards the massive weight room stuffed with every form of free weight and weight machine imaginable, and at this hour packed with a dozen or so furs working out. He looked each one up and down - of course... A rhino, a bull, two tigers (including the one that held the door for him), and a lion - though thankfully the lion was rather skinny. Still, that Rhino especially gave him pause - all muscle, very thick arms and cannons for legs. He would be quite the problem to have to deal with.

Konstantine found that his step had faltered as he looked at the men in the room. He could still back out - look at something on his phone and run off as though he had forgotten something. But then he would probably never see Vale again.

He grit his teeth, stiffening his spine and standing tall, and promptly headed straight for the showers - there was no way he'd be able to work out tonight, not with all this on his mind.

The locker room looked just as it always had - white, slightly damp tile floors, and wooden benches bracketed to the floor lining the rows of double-stacked blue lockers. He selected one and placed his wallet and keys inside, then closed it and took a seat on the bench and fiddled absent-mindedly with his phone. Maybe he would get lucky - maybe Vale would come before he had to... do what he was afraid of doing.

An eternity passed - the kind measured in minutes rather than years. No one else came into the locker room for a long time. But, as he soon found out with a shudder, that wasn't about to last.

"I know - that sucks," came a voice from outside. Konstantine perked his ears, adrenaline flashing through him like lightning and sending his heart to a drumroll.

"I'll get it next time - didn't eat right today," came another voice. Konstantine looked up to find the powerfully-built tiger and the bull entering, covered in a sheen of sweat, the tiger wiping his face with a towel.

"What'd you have?" The tiger asked, striding over to his locker and twiddling with the combination lock.

"Shit," the bull laughed, doing the same at a neighboring locker. "Burger and fries, that kind of thing. Free lunch at work, so I couldn't really complain."

"You do realize how weird that sounds, right?" the Tiger asked pointedly, pulling off his shirt and revealing his massive pecs and toned abs accented beautifully by the stripes of his coat.

"Fuck off, it was a veggie burger," the bull laughed, doing the same and unveiling his thick muscle gut.

The tiger laughed too, then gave Konstantine an odd glance - Konstantine ducked his head and looked back to his phone, realizing that he had been staring at them as they undressed. Then a jolt of panic shot through him as he realized that they might also be thinking that he was recording them with his phone. That disguise was no good anymore - but he couldn't just take off out of the locker room - that'd make them really suspicious. Can't leave, can't use the phone, can't do anything but...

...but try not to watch as they pulled down their pants in unison, underwear and all, and showed off their muscular butts and their junk right in front of him. The tiger's package was thick and furry, with a healthy coating of fuzz on his balls and a tiny bit of pink poking out of his white sheath. The bull's sheath looked solid and virile, and his balls hung to the middle of his thighs, jet black and heavy.

Konstantine quickly stood up and turned away, focusing on his locker. No no no, don't look. You'll make things worse. He opened his locker again and put his phone inside on top of his wallet, then, with shaking hands, pulled off his shirt as fast as he could and stuffed it inside. He didn't feel the familiar burn of eyes on him - he heard their footsteps and idle conversation echoing as they left the locker area and entered the showers.

He paused with his thumbs in the elastic of his shorts. This was it. No turning back as soon as he did this. He closed his eyes and focused on the memory of that night - the warmth that filled him up just as completely as Vale's cock had filled his pussy.

He tore his shorts and his underwear down, threw them in his locker and, feeling utterly exposed with the outer air touching his most private areas, closed his locker and turned to face the entrance to the showers. He stepped over the bench and strode forward, conscious of how bare his pussy felt. His hooves clopped on the tile floor. In the background he could hear the sound of the two males' showers running, and a haze of steam seeped from the door as he approached. He held his breath, his muscles quivering with anxiety and pent-up energy, every fiber of his body ready to spring, his eyes wide and ready to spot every threat.

He passed through the shower entrance, turned, and entered the final room.

Right there, standing beneath the shower under which he and Vale had had sex, stood the bull, fur drenched and glistening under the pouring shower stream, his horned head thrown back and relaxed, the hot water pouring over his chest and rinsing the suds down his gut and his thighs. The tiger stood under the stream of the shower right next to him, partially blocking the bull from view, busy soaking his headfurs.

Konstantine faltered for a moment - he couldn't help it. Everything screamed for him to run, but he knew it was too late - even if they hadn't gotten a good look at him yet, they knew he was there. Then it happened.

The bull lazily turned his head and opened his eyes, still relaxed and at ease, and glanced at him. Konstantine felt his eyes travel across his ample physique, and then.... the moment. The bull's posture changed as he fixated on Konstantine's vagina. He stared, arm raised and partially frozen in place, holding the soap in one hand. The bull stared at Konstantine's crotch for a good three seconds, utterly bewildered, brow furrowed, before turning back to the shower looking confused.

Konstantine swallowed. Okay - that wasn't quite what he had expected. He stepped forward and selected a shower beside the bull. Something flickered inside him in that moment of decision - something that he couldn't describe. He had thought to choose one far away from the pair, but... a sensation almost like a flame had kindled deep in his chest, something he couldn't quite identify but that gave him just enough boldness not to hide from them. And as he turned on the water next to the still-rattled bull and let the hot water soak into his chest and belly fur and quickly travel downward, he realized that, comparatively, he was near the bull's size in musculature and, inevitably, strength, and easily outsized the tiger. He had never thought of himself that way before.

The bull had gone still for a long time, the soap still idle in one meaty hand, undoubtedly trying not to sneak glances. Konstantine snatched up the bottle of shampoo from the shelf set into the wall and poured it into his palm, lathering it up and, after giving himself a precursory soak on his head, rubbed the foam into his headfur, easily adjusting around his antlers.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw the bull finally move, nudging the tiger. Then the telltale feeling of someone's eyes on him. An intake of breath. Focusing with all his might on trying to look casual, Konstantine paused in his shampooing and turned to look at the pair. Both of them were staring at his crotch. As soon as they saw him look, they jumped and turned back to their showers in unison. It was almost comical - it was he who was intimidating them, not the other way around!

Konstantine pushed his head under the stream, scrubbing his fur to get all the suds out, and finally he heard them turn off their shower water and exit in absolute silence. He glanced at their retreating backs, and got a nice view of the Bull's naked butt going around the corner. He turned his back to the shower, now that the room was empty, and let out a long, slow breath as the hot water cascaded down his spine and warmed his muscles. If that's all there was gonna be, maybe this wasn't so-

He froze at the sound of heavy footfalls. A massive grey form appeared around the corner and stepped into the shower. The rhino. A wall of absolute muscle - wide pectorals, absolutely ripped, thick and veiny muscles - a muscle gut that stuck out over his waist - rippling, tank-like thighs and calves, and, fully exposed for him to see, testicles the size of grapefruits nestled between the thighs like cannonballs and a massive, sausage-like cock as thick as his wrist resting atop them and jiggling as he stepped, vascular and strong-looking with a black, shiny head.

The rhino paused just as he entered, eyeing Konstantine where he stood, frozen, facing the rhino directly as the water idly sprayed his back, unable to hide anything. The rhino frowned, then continued his walk, taking the shower next to Konstantine and turning the knob. Hot water sprayed from the silver faucet and drenched the Rhino's chest and stomach, trickling down to his cock and balls. Konstantine tried not to watch the droplets of water that dripped from the head of his neighbor's leathery cock. He turned around, facing the wall and adopting the same attitude as the rhino.

Neither of them moved for a long moment. The tension hovered in the air, thick and heavy on both of their shoulders. Then the rhino took the bar of soap from its stand and raised a titanic arm to rub underneath it. Konstantine took that as a cue and followed suit.

"Um," the rhino spoke, his deep voice grumbling like gravel. "Not trying to be rude, but... you don't have a dick."

Konstantine swallowed.

"No. I... don't," he answered finally.

The rhino frowned, not looking at him, obviously surprised at the unmistakably male quality of his voice..

"You a girl?"

Konstantine managed to shake his head, soaping up his other armpit.

"No."

"So..... um," the rhino continued, brow furrowed in consternation.

"Born with it," Konstantine supplied in a murmur.

"Oh. Well, um..." The Rhino looked lost, but a bit of his frown eased. He scratched his head absently. "That's interesting."

"Yeah," said Konstantine, knowing he wasn't really helping the man out but unsure what else to do.

They continued their shower, probably much longer than was normal for an average after-workout routine, but Konstantine could feel the rhino's questions in the air, waiting to be asked.

"Um... it's," Konstantine began, his voice shaking, staring at the wall and almost disbelieving his own words.

"Huh?" The rhino asked, glancing at him. Konstantine steeled himself and looked up at him, meeting the rhino's silvery-blue eyes.

"It's... okay. It's okay. You can ask me... you can ask me things," he managed.

"Oh. I- well, okay," said the Rhino with a nervous laugh, looking relieved. He turned around to let the water run down his shoulders and back.

"Do you, like, have to take pills or something?"

"Why?" Konstantine asked, turning a little to have a bit more of a proper conversation.

"Like, to look - well, to look like you do. I mean, you're in really good shape. I've seen you here before and I wouldn't have figured..."

"Not many do," Konstantine countered, giving him a small smile. The rhino looked surprised, then his eyes lit up and he laughed.

"I guess not," he agreed. "So, uh, have you - I mean, do you...?"

"Uh - have sex?"

"Yeah..." He said, grinning ruefully and looking away.

"Not very often," Konstantine admitted.

"With girls? Or boys?" he asked.

"I - well, I've never been with a girl," Konstantine answered.

"So you're gay?" The rhino asked, visibly relaxing as their conversation continued.

"Well uh," Konstantine said with a chuckle. "I don't really know what that means for me."

The rhino laughed too.

"Yeah, that makes it a bit of a problem."

"Kinda."

The rhino turned and held out his hand. "I'm Alfred."

"Konstantine," he answered, and they shook hands for a moment. Alfred genuinely smiled at him, and Konstantine returned it. They let their hands drop, and turned their fronts back into their shower streams. It was clear now, though, that neither wanted to leave just yet.

"Does it work the same as a girl's?" Alfred asked after a moment.

Konstantine nodded.

"I think so. That's what the doc said, anyway, when I was little."

"Yeah, I bet your parents were pretty confused."

"Not to mention me."

"Well, yeah, of course."

They were quiet for a long moment. Konstantine, out of some strange curiosity that he really couldn't identify, found himself giving a glance or two down at Alfred's privates. Was it just his imagination, or was he longer than when he first walked in?

"Okay, this is doin' weird stuff to my head," Alfred burst out finally.

"What do you mean?" Konstantine asked, frowning.

"....can't figure out if you're turning me on or not," Alfred grumbled. "I mean, I'm straight - but this is new for me."

"There isn't really a 'this,' is there?" Konstantine asked, raising an eyebrow at him. "We're just taking a shower."

Alfred ran a hand over the back of his glistening head.

"Just never met anybody like you. Don't know what to think."

"I don't either, half the time," Konstantine offered, making Alfred laugh again.

"Hey, uh - this sounds really offensive, but... I guess I figure I'd ask,"

"What?" Konstantine wondered, his eyes narrowing.

"Could I, maybe... touch you? A little bit?"

Konstantine stared, flabbergasted.

"Touch me down there?" He clarified.

Alfred shifted his weight uncomfortably, not meeting his eyes.

"....yeah," he said finally.

Konstantine watched him curiously. Alfred just looked at the floor.

"Why?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "I just - I dunno, it's interesting. I don't wanna insult you or something, I know this is really weird, I just thought I'd ask because you're here and it's really... unique? I don't know what I'm saying. I'm sorry." He clenched his jaw and turned off his shower water, turning away.

"Okay," Konstantine blurted out. Alfred froze. He turned around, meeting his eyes and watching him closely.

"You're... you're serious?" He asked.

Konstantine felt oddly calm, almost as though someone else, someone much more strong and confident, were speaking his words for him.

"Sure. Why not," he said. Alfred tuned to face him. Their eyes fixed on each other, searching for any question, any doubt, or any deception. None surfaced. Alfred approached him. Konstantine held his ground, looking up at the hulk of a male before him.

A meaty finger cautiously brushed the inside of his thigh. Konstantine spread his legs, not taking his eyes from the rhino's face. The touch moved upward, trailing through Konstantine's wet fur. Then alfred's fingers brushed against the sensitive flesh of his pussy lips.

A low huff escaped Konstantine's lips and his eyelids fluttered. Alfred watched him, eyes glimmering with a dazed sort of ecstasy. He stepped closer. His gut was less than a foot away from Konstantine. He didn't have the strength to break Alfred's gaze and look down to see how close other parts of the rhino were.

Alfred's fingers gently traced the shape of Konstantine's pussy, as though seeking to memorize its form. It moved higher, and a jitter of electricity shot through him as the expert hands found his clitoris. He went weak in the knees, shuddering and grunting.

"It is the same," Alfred murmured.

He stepped even closer. Something thick and blunt pressed lightly into Konstantine's thigh. He found himself grinning. The meaty fingers slid lower, and suddenly two of them lay at his entrance. He felt his arousal grow at the thought - would the rhino be brave enough to do it? Was Konstantine brave enough to let him?

The fingers began to slide in.

"Uhhhnnnnngggg," Konstantine moaned, shuddering as they pushed deep inside of him, lightning and thunder echoing in his nerves as they slipped into his depths. It took everything he had to remain standing as the tingling pleasure, accentuated by the near-absurdity of the situation, coursed through him. Almost unconsciously, he reached down with his left hand and found the thing prodding him in his thigh, wrapping his fingers around it as best he could.

"Mmmng," Alfred hummed. Konstantine opened his eyes, smiling as Alfred's muscles rippled in reaction to his grip. Konstantine squeezed and gently stroked, the water providing an easy lubricant as his grip slid over the sensitive head of the rhino's hardening cock. Alfred's fingers withdrew, then quickly pushed back in, a little faster this time. Feeling the challenge, Konstantine began stroking the hard, veiny cock at the same pace, reaching out with his other hand to heft the rhino's ballsack.

They stood under the spray of the shower, watching each others' faces with glee as they pleasured each other. The room echoed with their soft grunts and hums over the spraying shower waters as their pace increased. Konstantine closed his eyes, not sure how much longer he could take before he came. The sound of Alfred's heaving breaths, like the bellows for a huge fire, was intoxicating.

"Well, look at you!"

Konstantine froze in mid stroke, eyes flying wide open. Alfred jumped backward, his hard cock swinging back and forth ridiculously. Konstantine's heart thudded against his chest as he locked eyes on the intruder. He sighed as he realized who it was.

Vale stood in the doorway, standing almost as tall as Alfred and with just as impressive an example of male power. His own muscle gut stuck out impressively, offset by his thick pectorals and thighs, massive arms, and his very un-equine balls that hung low underneath his thick, jet-black sheath that even now was failing to hide a burgeoning erection.

"Here I thought you were some shy guy who'd never come out in public again," Vale chuckled, shaking his head and grinning. "Yet here you are. And Alfie," he said, turning to the Rhino who was cowering in the corner and desperately trying to cover up his erection with his hands by holding it with both hands so they couldn't see it. "I didn't know you had a thing for big, muscly guys."

"I... don't...." Alfred blustered. Vale laughed.

"Dude, chill. Konstantine and I had some fun of our own right here a few nights ago."

Alfred looked thunderstruck.

"You - so- " He looked back and forth from Vale to Konstantine. "So it's him that you've been with?"

Konstantine felt his face going red.

"Uhmm... yeah," he answered, looking down.

"So," Vale continued, stepping towards constantine. Since Konstantine couldn't meet his eyes for a few moments, he got an eyeful of the horse's rapidly growing member flopping out of his sheath and beginning to rise, pulsing with his heartbeat. "I take it you came here to meet up with me?"

"To..." Konstantine shook his head as though to clear it and raised it to meet Vale's eyes. "To find you, yes."

"Why?" Vale pressed, stopping in front of him, virtually ignoring Alfred who still stood in the corner helplessly trying to cover his hard cock.

"....I really enjoyed the other night," said Konstantine.

"Was it me you enjoyed?" He asked, his voice rising, his eyes boring into him. "Or just a hard cock? Any cock will do, doesn't matter whose it is?"

"No, no," Konstantine protested, his eyes beginning to fill with tears. "I... I want-" He let out a watery sigh. "I just liked being accepted so much..." he breathed.

Vale was quiet for a long moment, looking into his eyes. Then he relented, his posture relaxing.

"Okay. I get it," he said quietly. He turned, his cock at full attention, and looked at Alfred.

"Okay Alfie, let's go to my place."

"Your... what?" He asked, dumbfounded.

"You and I..." Vale continued, returning his gaze to Konstantine with a wry smile, "...are gonna show him an evening he's not gonna forget."

Vale's cock pulsed deep inside him, stiff and warm utterly satisfying. Konstantine closed his eyes and flexed his thighs, pushing himself up and down on Vale's cock as he straddled Vale's hip, his pussy lips stretched wide around the horse's thick cock. With one hand he pressed into Vale's chest, and with the other he gripped the base of Alfred's cock and stuffed it into his mouth, tasting his flesh, slathering the sensitive head with his tongue. Alfred grunted from where he stood on the bed with his legs spread, straddling Vale's head.

"Nnng... nice view, Alfie," Vale grunted.

"Shut up dude, this is already weird," Alfred retorted.

Konstantine laughed, gurgling around Alfred's cock as his spit dribbled down the rhino's balls.

After several hours, Konstantine had been fucked by both men more times than he could count. His favorite had been doggystyle - he had gotten on the edge of the bed, put his ass in the air, and let them trade back and forth. He had shuddered with pleasure as one would pull out completely and another, completely differently shaped one would shove inside. He remembered the warmth of their thighs and hips pressing against his backside as they traded fucking him, as well as the feel of their balls gently brushing against his entrance as they moved. And oh, the sound as they squelched inside of him. A particularly loud one nearly embarrassed him, but Alfred just adjusted his grip and said, 'that just means I'm doing my job.'

Now they sat in the dark in Vale's master bedroom. Konstantine lay on his back between them, Vale on his left, Alfred on his right. He grinned at the feel of both of their flaccid cocks flopped on his thighs. He wondered how mad Alfred would be if he woke up to find their cocks touching. Vale had made several jokes about trying to get Alfred to try gay sex, even poking him in the butt with his cock once, but Alfred had given him a firm no so Konstantine figured that Vale probably considered it a victory that Alfred was sleeping nude in the same bed with them. Konstantine snuggled up against the two men, letting out a breath. For tonight, at least, all his questioning thoughts were blissfully silent.

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