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KONSTANTINE

"Hey you!"

Konstantine blinked and turned around in his swivel chair, glad for a little distraction from a monday morning's work. It was Janice, leaning casually against the frame of his cubicle and giving him a playful, disapproving look.

"Hey Janice," Konstantine answered simply.

"You didn't come by the club on Friday," The vixen said pointedly.

A grin curled unbidden at his lips as several memories rushed back.

"I had something come up," he said easily, not hiding the smile. "Couple of friends wanted to hang out."

"Really?" She asked with interest. "Who?"

"You don't know them," Konstantine answered, shrugging. She watched him for a moment, looking pleasantly quizzical.

"You seem different," she said finally.

Konstantine raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

Janice cocked her head.

"I dunno - just... happier, I guess?" Suddenly a look of distress flickered behind her eyes. "Who is she?" she asked quietly.

"Huh?" Konstantine wondered, taken aback.

"You've met somebody, haven't you?" She asked, her voice filled with certainty as she folded her arms across her chest.

"I-" Konstantine stammered, baffled.

"What's her name? Where'd you meet her?" Janice demanded. Konstantine sat back in his chair, discomfort writhing in his stomach.

"It's... not a her."

Janice's face fell. She stared at him, her mouth falling open slightly.

"You're gay," she stated, defeated.

"Um... well, I don't think I'd... call it that."

"You're dating a guy, but you're not gay?" She asked, incredulous. "Bi?"

"It's complicated, okay?" Konstantine protested, still not believing that he'd actually told her.

"You're just, like... trying it out? Or what?" Janice asked.

Konstantine's face went hot.

"Look... I don't know if I'm comfortable talking about this. I'm not gay, I'm just - yeah, I don't think I want to say anything more about it."

Janice's pointed ears went flat on her head.

"Whatever," she muttered, and turned away, flipping her bushy tail at him and disappearing from view down the row.

Konstantine sat for a long moment, processing what had just happened. He and Janice usually got along pretty well - even though it was clear she had been flirting with him the whole time. He didn't like the direction that conversation had gone at all.

Without even thinking about it, he got up from his chair and exited his cubicle, turning his antlered head to catch where she'd gone before she disappeared. He spotted her just turning the corner, stomping away in a huff.

"Janice, wait," He called. She stopped and turned around, glaring at him.

"What?" She asked, not moving. He strode up to her, looking down at her much shorter form and watching her eyes.

"I'm sorry - that didn't go right," he said in a low voice. "I'm just..." he sighed, looking at the ceiling for a moment to gather himself. She waited, putting her hands on her hips. He considered how to say it without... having to say it. "I met a guy, yeah," he began. "I'm not gay, but... I'm with a guy because I...don't think I could satisfy you."

Janice's eyebrows shot up. She stared at him, looking totally bewildered.

"I.. you... what?" She asked. "What are you talking about? Why wouldn't you be able to...." She shook her head for a moment, looking at the floor, then raised her head to look back to him.

"You mean, like, sexually?" She asked in a slightly lower voice. "Why do you think that?"

"I just... I really, really doubt that I could. I think you'd be disappointed," he muttered, lowering his gaze from hers. He hated the way this sounded - he knew how it must sound to her.

"What, is it small or something?" she demanded.

"No," He snapped.

She flinched.

"I'm so confused!" she exclaimed.

"Welcome to the club," Konstantine replied. "Listen, I've got work to do. I'll see you later."

He turned and walked away. He could feel her unmoving eyes on his back, following him all the way up the aisle until he slipped back into his cubicle. He flopped down in his chair, rubbing his nose with his finger and thumb.

He and Vale had gotten together again the very next day and had sex for hours in his bed, trying out all sorts of positions and angles and reveling in the feel of each others' bodies, their strength matching with each movement. Vale said it was some of the most fun sex that he'd ever had - a combination of the things he liked most about both men and women. They had tried to get Alfred to come over too, Konstantine laughing and texting the rhino with Vale's head between his legs and slathering his tongue all over his pussy, but Alfred had said that he was busy all weekend.

What was even better was the way he felt when he was with Vale - it felt so wonderful to feel so close to someone - for his entire life he had kept himself at a distance from everyone, especially physically. An awkward hug here or there was all he allowed. It felt almost cathartic to feel Vale's thick penis sliding into him from behind, his own muscles melting as Vale's thick arms wrapped around him and pressed their bodies close together, touching every part of each other from toes to heads.

Konstantine sighed at the memory, closing his eyes and savoring it. That's what he loved the most - that warmth; not from his pussy being filled up, but how his heart felt when he was close to someone. When they were close to him.

**************

After work he went to the gym and worked out - that really wasn't his usual routine, but after this weekend it didn't feel so scary. He had a twinge of unease for a few moments when he thought a badger snuck a snapshot of him on his phone in the locker room, but it happened so fast that he figured he must have imagined it. After a brief shower with said badger determinedly not looking at him, he went home and lay outside on his back patio, reclining in a deck chair. The sun was just hot enough to shine a pleasant warmth on the exterior of his fur, but not enough to make him sweat, and a pleasant breeze ruffled the branches over his head and kept him cool enough to enjoy it. He had decided against masturbating - he'd had enough of that all by himself for years, and there was no comparison with having someone to have sex with.

But was that all he wanted?

He grunted, annoyed at how his own brain worked. As soon as one question or uncertainty was resolved, another was required to take its place. Because while he enjoyed the sex, that really wasn't what he liked the most - that was obvious. It felt like he was moving so fast though - first it was sex, and he immediately wanted an official relationship?

Well... being bold, while not his usual style, was what had gotten him this far...

**********

After a few minutes to build up his nerve, he hopped in his car and drove to Vale's house. It felt like he had some kind of tunnel-focus going on. He wasn't going dark at the corners of his vision, no, but it felt like nothing aside from what was going on right in front of him mattered. Every portion of his thoughts had been brought to bear on this one thing.

He pulled up to Vale's house pulling his car right behind Vale's blue truck, got out of his car, and walked up to the front door of Vale's large suburban house with white siding. Vale had told him that he had free access to come in whenever he wanted if Vale was there, and Konstantine took advantage of it. He turned the handle and let himself in.

"Hello?" He asked quietly as he stepped into the entryway. But something interrupted him. A low grunt, coming from the back.

Frowning, he strode through Vale's spacious living area and headed for the bedroom.

"Nnnnggggg...."

There it was again.

"Very nice. Man, that's tight."

"Mmmf... Just go slow,"

"Don't you worry."

A lump formed in Konstantine's throat. With slow, nervous steps, his heart aching, he approached the open doorway to Vale's bedroom.

His breath caught in his chest.

For there on the bed kneeled Vale with his hard cock halfway buried under the tail of a large bear, resting his hands on the bear's massive backside and slowly sliding his cock ever deeper into the ursine's brown rump. The bear was on all fours on the bed, head bowed, his breath heaving. Konstantine's eyes fixed on the sight of Vale's lube-slicked, shiny cock stretching the bear's tail hole wide, sliding in inch after inch, the bear's pendulous, fuzzy balls hanging down below between his thighs.

Vale hilted inside the bear with a sigh. The bear groaned again, rumbling deep in his throat, raising his head, his eyes clenched shut and his mouth hanging open, breaths coming in rapid huffs.

"There we go. No longer a virgin," Vale chuckled.

"Uhhng," was all the bear could say.

Konstantine swallowed and turned away, unable to look any longer. He strode back through the living room, lost in a fog, and exited the house, quietly closing the door behind him. He sat himself back down in his car, but couldn't bring himself to turn it on to leave.

VALE

Vale grinned, slowly withdrawing his hips, savoring the huge bear's vice-like hole squeezing and massaging the length of his dick as he pulled back, then pushed in again just before his flared head escaped. The bear groaned again.

"Like that?"

"Ffffuck..." the bear managed.

"Can do!" Vale answered with a chuckle.

He leaned forward, pressing his gut into the bear's back, and wrapped his arms around the bear's hips, holding him like a dog holding a bitch, and wrapped his hands around the bear's cock and balls. He gently humped into the bear's backside, laying the side of his head on his fluffy shoulders. Then came the moment he always loved - when he could go fast enough that his low-hanging balls began to swing and gently stroke his willing bottom's balls on each thrust.

The bear kept still, letting him move, unbidden grunts and groans constantly escaping his lips. Vale didn't mind at all - it told him he was doing well. He squeezed the bear's cock in one hand, rolling his furry balls in another, and gently began stroking the thick meat in time with his own thrusts.

It didn't take very long for the bear to lose it after that. The bear's grunts became growls through clenched teeth, hunching his back, and then Vale felt the warm splatter of semen on his palm. The bear let out a keening moan, growing louder with each of Vale's thrusts drawing out his orgasm past his ability to endure.

"Just give me a minute to finish. Soon, I promise," Vale murmured in his ear. He rose to his full height again, grabbed the bear's hips, and ramped up his speed, plunging his cock in and out of the bear's hole. The bear's curses and yells only led him on, until finally his pleasure built and he felt his flare burst to its full size deep in the bear's ass.

"Oh GOD!" The bear cried.

Vale grunted and let go, a cannon of seed blasting from his loins and into the bear as his muscles twitched, demanding a few more humps before the roar of his orgasm died away. He sighed, savoring the feeling of warmth still enclosing his penis like a glove for a few more seconds as his penis began to soften before pulling back and letting it fall out with a slurp.

The bear collapsed forward, burying his face in a pillow, his asshole winking at him. Vale flopped down on his back at the bear's side, huffing and grinning at his exhausted new friend.

"So... you think you like it?" He asked, laughing.

The bear laughed too.

"So, much better than with my wife," He breathed, chuckling.

Vale's breath caught.

"What?" He asked, fixing the bear with a stern gaze filled with fire, all humor forgotten.

The bear frowned, opening his eyes and lifting his head off the pillow.

"You were really good," the bear continued, looking confused. "This was a lot better than with my wife."

"... wife," Vale repeated. "Ex-wife?"

"No, just wife."

"...Does she..." Vale continued, "... know that you're here?"

"Fuck no!" the bear answered, affronted.

Vale stared at him, mouth agape, for a long moment. Then he got to his feet.

"Get out."

The bear jerked, taken aback.

"What?"

"You heard me!" Vale shouted. "Why didn't you tell me you were married?"

The bear jumped to his feet on the other side of the bed, looking wary.

"Didn't think it mattered."

"It sure as fuck does," Vale growled. "Why'd you do this?"

"I always wanted to try it- didn't think it'd be a big deal."

"You go home right now," Vale ordered, pointing at the door, imperious energy filling him even if he was stark naked with a half-hard cock. "Get your clothes on and get out. I'm not gonna be any more a part of this than I already am. I'm not gonna be a home-wrecker."

"That's not what I-" the bear protested, snatching up his underwear from the floor and pulling it on.

"I DON'T CARE."

"Come on, man!"

"Why the hell would you do this when you've got a wife at home to do it with?" Vale demanded.

"It's not fun anymore - I've been curious forever-"

"Curiosity my ass," Vale snarled. "First time you fucked her, did you like it?"

"Well, yeah," the bear said, hastily pulling on his jeans.

"Then you don't need anything else."

"But I've always wanted to- and she's not putting out anymore-"

"Then it's your job to find out why. Sex is nothing, dude. I really don't care what people say - love trumps sex, doesn't matter who you're with. Now, go home, work things out with your wife, and if you like it up the ass so much you can buy a goddamned dildo and a strap-on."

********

Vale ushered the bear from his house with only a few more minor protests, and gave him a shove out the door. The bear looked highly cowed as he walked to his car, his shoulders hunched and his head low. Vale glared at his retreating back, angry guilt coiling in his gut. Then he realized that there were too many cars out front. He frowned, trying to figure out whose car that was behind his, and then he recognized antlered silhouette in the driver's seat. It was Konstantine. Vale waved for him to come in. After a few moments of nothing, he saw Konstantine shift and open the door.

"What's up?" Vale called, trying to melt his anger away as he heard the bear start his car in the distance.

"Not much," Konstantine answered as he approached. Vale canted his head, sensing something wrong in the moose's demeanor. He looked like his old self again - and not in a good way.

"You wanna come in?" Vale asked.

"Sure," Konstantine answered, not meeting his eyes.

Vale held the door open for him, and the two of them headed for his living room area and took a seat on the large sectional sofa. Neither said anything for a moment - Vale watched the moose, sensing the tension in the air but unable to figure out its source.

"Who was he?" Konstantine asked finally.

Oh. Bingo.

"He was... well," Vale looked down and ran an irritated hand through his mane. "He was a jackass who didn't tell me he was married."

"... oh."

"Why?" Vale wondered. Konstantine still hadn't met his gaze - he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"I... nothing."

Vale's eyes narrowed. Konstantine wasn't telling him something.

"You saw us didn't you?" he asked.

Konstantine swallowed and nodded.

"Why does that bother you?" Vale wondered. "I mean, you and I aren't dating or anything- I just met you a few days ago-"

"That's what I want, though," Konstantine murmured dully, staring at the floor.

"What?" Vale asked, leaning forward.

"I was - I came here to ask you if you'd like to date."

They sat in silence for a long time.

"Well that's... well, that's very sweet, Konstantine," Vale said quietly. Konstantine raised his head, his brow furrowed, looking pained.

"But?" he supplied.

"That's not really... what I'm looking for right now. At the moment."

Konstantine nodded and looked down again.

"I understand."

Vale leaned forward again, cocking his head to the side and trying to meet the moose's eyes.

"That doesn't mean I don't like you, though," he offered. "We can still hang out and play around and stuff. I'm just not ready for anything serious right now."

Konstantine grunted.

"Are you okay?" Vale asked.

"I'll be fine," Konstantine answered in a low voice.

After a few more pleasantries, Konstantine left. Vale watched him head back to his car, a twinge of melancholy hanging in the air.

ALFRED

This was really awkward.

Alfred stood in his shower, hot water spraying down his back, with a thick, pulsing hardon that just refused to go away. But right now, he just as strongly refused to jack himself off. He was way too confused right now.

So he stood there, just thinking, trying to go through the motions of a normal shower while his dick ached and pointed straight out from his groin, stiffly bobbing up and down whenever he moved and making it impossible to ignore.

Finally the rhino turned off the water, swept the shower curtain open, and stepped out onto his bathmat, snatching up a towel and drying himself off. Even still his dick tried to get him in the mood by zinging him with a bolt of pleasure when he tried to dry his groin. He growled at it, then pulled on his underwear and stuffed the bugger under the elastic band without ceremony.

Fucking moose... couldn't get the guy out of his head - or what happened that night with Vale. The events kept replaying over and over in his imagination - hell, he'd never even shared a girl with another guy before. Let alone a moose-man with a pussy. He laughed under his breath at how ludicrous that sounded even in his head.

Even though his dick protested against the fabric of his pants, now that it was out of view and not swinging around he could put his hardon mostly out of his head. He plopped down in front of his TV and switched it on, hoping to find something distracting. If not, he could always try some good old fashioned porn.

His phone rang from the pocket of his sweatpants. He dug for it and whipped it out, then swore. It was Vale - he'd forgotten that they'd exchanged numbers. He had half a mind to just ignore it, but... what the hell. Maybe talking with a guy would kill off his boner. He answered it and held it up to his ear.

"Hello."

"Hey Alfie," Vale replied.

"What's going on?"

"Not much. Hey, wanted to give you a heads up."

"Something wrong?" Alfred asked, sitting up in his chair.

"Nothing to worry about, I don't think. But wanted to let you know that I just talked with Konstantine and he's kindof upset."

"... about what?" Alfred asked, frowning.

"Well, he caught me having sex with a guy and - hey, I know that we don't have anything exclusive, but I guess he was thinking differently - and he said he was planning on asking me if I wanted to date him."

Alfred leaned back in his chair again, putting an arm behind his head and kicking his feet up on his ottoman.

"Yeah?" He supplied, not sure what to say.

"Well, I said no," Vale continued.

"Oh. Okay. Yeah, I get it," said Alfred. "Why are you telling me, though?"

"Well... I'm not totally sure, but I think that you and I are the only people to ever have sex with him. Makes us kinda stand out a bit."

"You think so?" Alfred asked, brow furrowing.

"Oh yeah," Vale said emphatically. "You didn't see him when I first ran into him. He would always work out really late at night so that he didn't have to shower with anyone else."

"Uh... why didn't he just drive home and shower there?" Alfred wondered.

"I- ... I don't know, maybe he has a long drive from the gym and he doesn't like being sweaty; anyway, doesn't matter. But the thing is is that you and I... I think we're really important to him. And since I turned him down, I think he'll ask you the same question."

Suddenly Alfred found himself on his feet.

"What question?" He demanded.

"Uh... the relationship question."

"But...but I don't want a relationship with - "

"A guy with a vagina?" Vale offered with a little laugh.

"No, with a guy. I'm not gay, I don't want people thinking I am - they can't see what he's got in his pants."

"So... all that matters to you is what other people think?"

Alfred slapped a hand to his forehead in frustration and began pacing his living room.

"No, 'course not. I just... that's not who I am."

Vale sighed in his ear.

"Boy, I could show you a thing or two."

"What're you talking about?"

"I think you're just afraid of what people think - you like him, I could tell when you were fucking him. I think his whole... situation is messing with your head."

"Yeah. Maybe. So?"

"I think if you like it, you should go with it. If people have a problem with it, punch them in the face."

"Ha," Alfred replied with a mirthless smile. "Why did you say you could show me a thing or two? What did you mean?"

Vale chuckled.

"Nothing really, just that I think you're all hung up on this, and if you played around with a guy I think you'd relax on it. Gay sex isn't that big a deal. Before my first time I was kinda like you - probably more so, since I was trying to be straight and ignore my bi side."

"Um... yeah..." said Alfred, not sure where this conversation was going. But for some reason a spark of curiosity had flared and it kept him from ending it.

"Yeah, met a guy online when I was in my twenties. We had sex in his RV in a trailer park. I was nervous as hell and fighting my own feelings about it the whole time, so looking back on it it wasn't that fun, but I think that had more to do with me than with the experience. Fucking that tiger was kinda fun, and it was fun that he liked me doing it."

"Uh huh," Alfred grunted. This was getting kinda weird - and not because the conversation was weirding him out, but because it... wasn't. Maybe it was because he'd been thinking about a muscly guy with a pussy all day, but gay sex didn't sound so outlandish right now.

"Just saying you should loosen up a bit, okay? And be ready for him to ask you eventually; don't hurt him."

"I uh... I'll try not to," Alfred murmured.

"Okay. See you later, I guess."

"Yeah."

KONSTANTINE

Konstantine tried to keep himself from sitting in his living room and crying all afternoon. The crying part he could manage, but he couldn't manage the living room part - so there he sat and stared at the blank TV, thinking and wondering. He'd just screwed it all up. He had to go straight to relationship when it had barely gotten to sex. Some might think that was backwards, but how could he know - prior to last week no one but his doctor had even seen him naked.

He had let his questions ruin everything - again. And now, since that question had an answer that he didn't like, the warmth and acceptance that he had felt having sex with Vale would forever be poisoned, even if they had sex again, because now it would be just pushing genitals into holes with no hope of anything more.

It had been so good, too. That was his MO - find something good and spoil it completely with questions. Questions questions questions. Did 'normal' guys do this all the time? I mean even Alfred probably wasn't his confused on the night they'd had a threesome.

He frowned.

Alfred...

Nope.

He got up from his chair and strode into his kitchen to make himself a sandwich for supper. That was a ridiculous idea. Alfred wasn't interested in men, even. If Vale, who said he was bi, wasn't interested in a relationship, why would a straight guy be? Straight guys wanted a WIFE _ with _BOOBS. Not a husband whom nobody knew secretly had female equipment between his legs. I mean, what was he supposed to do, always wear a t-shirt with 'Pussy' written on it and an arrow pointing at his crotch?

But you never know.

He preferred not knowing. Look what 'knowing' had done with Vale. And... he was still standing here in the kitchen staring at the loaf of bread and not doing anything.

********

He swallowed and pressed send. It was eleven o'clock at night and he couldn't sleep at all. His thoughts were like hornets, buzzing around and stinging different parts of his brain and riling him up to absolute confusion. So - torpedoes be damned - he'd sent a text to Alfred asking if he could come over and talk.

Several minutes passed. His eyes watered from the glare of his phone, but he didn't take his eyes from it- he couldn't bring himself to focus on anything else.

His phone vibrated, and a text bubble popped up.

Sure. Come on over. My address is 783 W. Empire.

Ok.

That was strange, he thought as his car engine revved to life and he pulled out of his driveway. The response felt too quick - almost like he was waiting for it.

Konstantine pulled out his phone again and told his GPS where he wanted to go. He drove through the night, passing under the flooding yellow lights of the lonely streetlamps. After a good ten minutes of following his phone's winding instruction through the residential neighborhoods, he pulled up in front of a one-story brick house with a modest front lawn and a friendly porch light glimmering by the door. He sighed and got out of his car, locking the door with his keys and approaching the door to Alfred's home.

He mounted the stairs to the porch, then rang the doorbell. A few seconds passed where nothing happened. Then, heavy footfalls. The inside door opened, revealing Alfred's massive frame wearing black baggy sweatpants and a huge sleeveless tank-top that showed off his beefy arms. His horn on his nose gleamed in the light of the porch light as he opened the storm door for him.

"Hey," he said quietly.

"Hi," said Konstantine.

Alfred stepped to the side and gestured for Konstantine to enter. The moose did, ducking his head so his antlers wouldn't clack on Alfred's horn.

Alfred's house began with a long hallway with wooden floors which, after a few steps, was revealed to branch out to other parts of the house. Most of the lights in the house were off, with the exception of the living room to Konstantine's left. Alfred led the way and flopped down in an easy chair by the side table on which the lamp stood. Another, smaller chair sat alongside it, angled towards the TV. Konstantine took the hint and sat down.

"What's up?" Alfred asked.

"I uh..." Konstantine tried. An ache in his chest built as he looked at the Rhino - he could already see the consternation building in Alfred's expression, mirroring his own. This felt horrible - not at all how a relationship would start. But he had to try.

"I wanted to say that I really enjoyed when you and I were..." he said.

"Yeah. That was... nice," said Alfred, motionless in his chair.

"And... well, I was just wondering if maybe... I know it's soon, but..." Konstantine's throat closed, halting any other speech.

"You were wondering if I'd like to have a relationship with you," Alfred finished lowly.

Konstantine stared at him.

"....how?" he wondered, flabbergasted.

"Vale," Alfred grunted. "He called me this afternoon."

Konstantine's face immediately went hot.

"Oh," he said, his vision blurring.

"Listen," Alfred began quietly. "I appreciate the offer, but-"

"But, but, BUT!" Konstantine yelled, jumping to his feet. "Fine!" He turned to storm out.

"Oh come on, don't do that," Alfred called, rising out of his chair.

"No, I'm sick of this! All you wanted me for was sex, huh?" Konstantine shouted. "That's all I was - something you guys thought was interesting to fuck - just a diversion - not someone that anyone would actually wanna be with, because I'm so DEFORMED!"

"Look, I can't help the way things are!" Alfred yelled back, his grey skin turning red. "If you and I started dating, even though you have a vagina people would think I'm gay!"

"So?"

"I'm not! And I don't want people thinking I am!"

"Why?" Konstantine asked, his fury boiling. Alfred stared at him for a long moment, dumbstruck.

"'Cause... then I won't... get to be with a girl. To marry."

Konstantine's eyes narrowed. Finally, the truth as it always would be for anyone that he met.

"See?" He breathed. "You don't see even a tiny possibility of a future with me. I'm an obstacle." He turned and let out a short breath. "Bye."

VALE

A knock at his door roused Vale from his sleep. He frowned into the darkness, waiting, just to be sure.

Dnk dnk dnk

Nope - he hadn't imagined it. He glared over at his clock. Twelve thirty. He threw his sheet off with a growl and rose from his bed, marching out of his room to answer it. This had better be good, but no matter how good it was, even if it was a cop, at this hour they deserved what they got, and they were gonna get a pissed off totally naked stallion.

He strode to his door, hooves clopping on the wood, and peered through the small window through the doorway.

Oh.

Alfred stood on the porch, looking absolutely freaked out, his hands clenched in front of him.

Without thinking, Vale threw the door open.

"What's going on?" He asked. Alfred's eyes went wide as dinner plates at being greeted by a totally nude horse, but when Vale showed no sign of trying to cover himself he tore his eyes from Vale's groin and looked back up at his face.

"I uhm... Konstantine came over. Can I come in? Need to talk."

Vale nodded.

"Sure," he said, and stepped aside to let him in. Alfred did, giving Vale a wide berth so that nothing intimate got touched on the way by. Vale still didn't feel quite in the mood to be accommodating to guests, so he didn't bother going to get clothes on. He led Alfred into his living room and sat down on the couch, adjusting his balls as he did so he wouldn't accidentally sit on them. Alfred chose a spot on the sectional several feet away and sat down, leaning his forearms on his knees and folding his hands.

"I told him no," he said.

Vale nodded again.

"Kinda figured you would."

"Now I feel like shit. He thinks that nobody will ever like him."

"Well... I kinda doubt that. But really, it's his business what he thinks. You're not his boyfriend, you didn't ask for this at all."

Alfred huffed.

"I feel like I got his hopes up."

Vale laughed, leaning back and throwing his arms over the back of the sofa.

"If anybody did that, it was me. I'm the one who had sex with him first, remember?"

"Yeah... I guess...." Alfred conceded.

They sat in silence for a long while, just thinking.

"I don't know what to do," said Alfred finally.

Vale shrugged.

"Just one of those things, I guess."

"Do you... think you were right?"

Vale frowned.

"Do I think I was right? I dunno, most people think they're right," he said.

"You know what I mean," Alfred growled. "Did I say no just 'cause I'm scared of it?"

Vale raised his eyebrows, shaking his head slowly.

"Don't know what to tell you there. It's your head."

Alfred swallowed. His eyes flickered toward Vale's groin.

"Why didn't you put clothes on?" He asked.

"You woke me up - I sleep naked. I figure if you wake me up this late I don't have to get dressed for you," Vale chuckled.

"Oh."

Silence again.

"Dude, you gonna ask me, or what?" Vale wondered, slapping his hand on the leather fabric with a snap.

Alfred jumped, his spine stiffening at the noise.

"What?"

"Ask me if we can have sex. I know this look, Alfie. Seen it before. Hell, my own neighbor did this once."

"I...uhhh.... I..." Alfred stammered, mouth opening and closing but nothing coherent coming out.

"If you want to, just come over here. It's not a big deal dude, really."

Alfred's mouth closed, his eyes wide and fixed.

Vale sighed.

"All right, fine, if you've got a problem with getting on your knees for a guy..." Vale grunted and heaved himself to his feet, then strode over to Alfie, put his hands on his hips, and pushed his hips forward so that his junk was a foot away from the rhino's nose. Alfred stared, nonplussed, at Vale's groin.

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

"Can't get more serious than a dick in your face, dude," Vale said, raising an eyebrow.

"Um... okay," said Alfred, taking a shallow breath. "Uh... what do I do?"

"Oh.. my... god."

Vale bent over, grabbed Alfred's meaty right hand, and shoved his palm onto his plump sheath. Alfred jumped at the sudden realization that his hand was touching a male crotch, but he didn't pull away. In fact, after a few seconds Vale felt him give an experimental squeeze.

"There ya go," Vale laughed, and let his hands drop.

Alfred's other hand joined in, gently running along the underside of his low-hanging scrotum. Vale's thighs twitched.

"Tickles," he said.

"Sorry," said Alfred quickly, pulling his hand away.

"Don't be. Kinda nice," Vale reassured him. Alfred's warm hand returned, hefting his balls. Vale closed his eyes and relaxed his groin, letting his penis free from his sheath. He heard a gasp as it appeared and swung down, pulsing with his heartbeat and filling with blood, growing harder by the second and rising up in salute.

"You can touch it, dude," Vale reminded him, opening his eyes and looking down. Alfred, still looking bemused, reached out and wrapped his meaty hand around the base of Vale's thick cock, gently squeezing it and moving it around, feeling the quality of the flesh.

"Whatcha think so far?" Vale wondered.

"It's... kinda cool," Alfred answered.

"Can I play with yours?" Vale asked. Alfred froze. "I mean, I saw quite a lot of it last time, but you didn't really let me touch you or anything."

"Um... okay."

Alfred let go of Vale's junk and stood up. Vale backed up to give him room, and the rhino slowly slid off his shoes and socks, then pulled down his shorts and underwear in one sweep. And there it was - to Vale's total surprise - saluting him in return, fully hard, the opening in his black head glistening with a hint of precum.

"Very nice," said Vale, and he sat down on the couch next to Alfred's spot, the leather squeaking. Alfred slowly sat down again, his shorts down around his ankles, not bothering to remove his shirt yet. Vale reached out and gently took hold of Alfred's thick penis in his hand, squeezing the tip of it.

"Nnngg," Alfred grunted, almost absent-mindedly reaching for Vale's fully-hard cock as well.

For a long time they just played with each other, turning to face each other a bit more and give each other better access, their legs intertwining and their knees touching. Finally Vale knew the time was right. He let go of Alfred's penis and slowly lowered his head to it.

"What are you...?"

Vale winked, his lips inches from Alfred's dick.

"Figure it out," he answered, and opened his mouth and slipped the head of Alfred's penis inside.

Alfred groaned mightily at the sudden stimulation, letting go of Vale's cock. Vale adjusted his body to get a better angle and felt the tip of his dick press into Alfred's calf muscle - the rhino didn't seem to notice. Vale bobbed his head up and down, lips slick with spit as he slid up and down the shaft, soft squelching noises rising from alfred's groin as he worked, squeezing Alfred's cock with his tongue and pressing the cockhead to the roof of his mouth.

"Oh... fuck...." Alfred grunted, resting his hand on the back of Vale's head, though thankfully he didn't start pressing - Vale was not one to become a subby bitch. Just as Alfred began to gently hump into his mouth, Vale pulled back, Alfred's cock popping out of his mouth. Alfred opened his eyes and looked down at him, eyes bleary.

"What?" He asked.

"Your turn," Vale answered with a grin.

********

An hour later, the two of them knelt on the bed.

"I dunno dude... doesn't it hurt?"

"Nah. Just lube it up."

"Um... okay."

Vale glanced over his shoulder at the Rhino, grinning at him and raising his tail high. He swayed his hips back and forth, completely aware that his dangling balls were making quite a show of themselves as they swung free between his thighs. Alfred stared at Vale's rump for a long while, distracted, then looked back down at his own hard cock, a bottle of lube in hand. He squirted out a handful of the stuff with a squelch, then slathered it onto his own penis. Then, with the caution of an anal virgin, he squirted some more on his hand and gently ran it over Vale's black, wrinkled entrance.

"You ready?" Vale asked. A small grin curled at the corner of Alfred's lips.

"Yeah," he huffed. He set the lube down on the bed, scooted forward on his knees, and lined up his cock with Vale's hole. Vale stayed still, relaxing and closing his eyes, and savored the sweet sensation of a penis touching his asshole for the first time. The rhino pressed forward, and with a jolt of pleasure he slipped in, spreading him wide and sliding inch after inch deep inside his rump. Vale nickered in his chest as he felt the rhino's heavy balls touch against his backside.

"So... I just... go?" Alfred grunted.

"Get out of your own head, dude, and fuck my ass!"

Alfred suddenly laughed - the first genuine, un-nervous laugh of the night.

"I think I can do that, horse."

And he placed his hands on Vale's hips, slid his cock back out, and thrust in deep, cock sliding through lubed hole with a squelch and a slap.

********

Grunts and groans, and some occasional slapping of genitals on flesh, could even be heard outside as the rhino fucked the horse. And there, just outside the window to witness it all, stood a solitary badger, a camera phone in his hand, filming every inch of the action as the rhino worked up the confidence to absolutely ream the horse's ass. The horse neighed, throwing his head back and splattering semen all over the sheets. The rhino grunted, hunching over the horse's back, and pounded away until all his muscles clenched, obviously cumming deep inside the horse. After a long few minutes of being frozen in the doggystyle position, the rhino pulled his softening cock from the horse's ass and the two flopped on the bed together, laying side by side, occasionally reaching over and stroking each other's cocks.

The badger gave it a few more moments, then when it was clear nothing more was going to happen, he shut the phone off and stuffed it into his jacket pocket, turning away and disappearing into the night.

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"You've got a pretty fucked up soap opera going on here," the badger grunted, handing over a flash drive full of photos, videos, and information. The fox took it from him and plugged it into her computer. With a few clicks she accessed the drive.

"Main thing is: this Konstantine guy has a vagina."

Janice's eyes narrowed at him.

"Excuse me?"

The badger nonchalantly gestured at her computer.

"See for yourself."

She peered at the screen and selected a photograph. It was taken in a locker room - there he was, totally naked, in the middle of putting his pants in his locker. And... there was no mistaking it... there was no cock and balls there. Between those muscular thighs was a pussy, just like hers. She frowned up at the badger suspiciously.

"You sure you didn't photoshop this?" she asked.

The badger raised his eyebrows.

"I couldn't make that shit up. Besides, what kind of private investigator would I be if I did that?"

Janice eyed him, then shrugged.

"True," she agreed. "You can close your investigation now. I'll send final payment shortly."

"Thank you kindly," said the badger with a nod. "I'll see myself out."

Janice greedily dug into the rest of the files - audio clips, more photos, even a video of... oh my... This was interesting. She opened a document file that the investigator had written summarizing everything that had happened, and began to read it with a wide grin.

This was definitely going to be fun.

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There you go! Really long chapter, but fun :D Hope you enjoyed it! Please let me know what you think in the comments! I love hearing from you guys!