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"And that was the story of how I ended up in a hospital in Gjøvik at 2AM. Took me a year to get over my fear of circuit breakers."

Angie slammed her margarita down on the table, ice cubes and lime peel clattering around in the empty glassware. The young leopardess could drink a state college under the table, although her desire for hard drinking had decreased in proportion to her years since graduation. Opposite her sat Terry and Andrew, one a jackal who was forcing a large taco down his throat, the other a tiger who was sampling the various hot sauces with what was left of tortilla chips. The polyamorous couple had squeezed into the corner of a crowded Mexican restaurant in the city center. Outside, the bustling nightlife of Fenway Park was stirring from its daytime slumber.

"That's your only good story that doesn't involve alcohol, isn't it?" Terry said with a mouthful of Chorizo.

"Oh, I'm sorry," She narrowed her eyes and leaned towards one of her boyfriends, "how drunk were you when you first learned you liked to suck cock?"

Terry choked on his Taco, leading Andrew to give him a rough pat on the back.

"That was too easy." Angie shot the canine a loving smirk. Under his wiry beige fur, Terry blushed slightly.

"I like to think it wasn't the alcohol." Andrew placed his paw on the jackal's thigh. "I just like to think I bring out the inner gay man in all the dudes I meet." The tiger gave his boyfriend's leg a loving squeeze. Terry squirmed, his thoughts diverted as he took note of just how close that paw was to his crotch.

"I don't know, Andy. Maybe with a little liquid courage you can get him to bottom."

Terry pinned his ears back, eyes rolling. This conversation again.

"I told you," Terry sunk down in his seat, "I'm shy about doing...that with other people."

"Come on, the three of us have done things that would make most porn stars blush," Angie shot back at him. "We've all seen the toys you have in your apartment. We know you like taking it up the tail."

"Yah, but..." Terry blushed even harder. "I just feel awkward doing it with another dude!"

The waitress dropped their check off at the table, Andrew's gaze caught by the vixen's swinging hips until his two partners' bickering brought him back to the present moment.

"Excuses, excuses! The only reason Andy doesn't complain more is because I let him work me over instead." She gave Terry a toothy grin. "Anyways, I've been meaning to say, this is the first of two presents that Andy and I have for your birthday." Terry's large, pointed ears perked up. "The next one is a surprise."

"Angie, the last time you surprised us with something..." Angela held out her paw, interrupting the canine.

"Yes, I know, you freaked out and called animal control. Trust me, it's nothing like that. Mostly. It's still a surprise though."

Terry turned to Andrew, the canine's expression a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. The tiger leaned forward to give his mate a peck on the cheek, nuzzling into the soft fur just under his ears.

"You'll like it, I promise."

Angie scribbled her signature on the check before bouncing out of her seat. She motioned two her two boyfriends.

"Alright boys, the night's young!"

Angela's apartment was a couple of blocks from Fenway, but the walk across downtown was much more relaxing than taking a bus, or god forbid, the subway at 8 PM. The loft complex was one of the highest in the neighborhood, and if you squinted out the large living room window, you could just see the Boston library in the distance.

The leopardess threw her keys on the end table, sashaying into her apartment, the delicate swing of her hips under her silk one-piece calculated to pull in the two men who followed closely behind her. Andrew fell inelegantly onto the sofa, wrestling off his shoes.

"So, about that surprise..." Terry looked at his girlfriend apprehensively, similarly extracting himself from layers of fall clothing. She turned around, gently taking the fabric of Terry's shirt collar into her hand and leading him towards the sofa, her finger over his muzzle, hushing him.

"So impatient." She backed up to the sofa, pulling the canine down onto her lap as she sat down. She looked up to wink at Andrew, who quietly ran upstairs to the bedroom. Terry huffed impatiently, his muzzle pushing against the gray silky dress that covered her lap. Something in Terry's disposition--her gentle but forceful voice, the hand firm on the cloth of his T-shirt--activated something deep inside the jackal. He felt his knees growing week under him, and he couldn't help but lean into the hand that ran lovingly down the side of his neck. She purred, the sound more of guttural rumbling growl. She extended the claw of her index finger, razor-sharp keratin tracing the lines of brown and silver painted under his eye as he rested his head on her lap.

"Is that muzzle of yours searching for something?"

He looked up at her expectantly, moving his head to kiss at her wrists. This ritual was familiar to the pair, and both enjoyed drawing out their foreplay, for different reasons.

Andrew returned from the bedroom, a satchel slung around his back. He sat it down beside the sofa, rummaging around inside. Terry looked up, but the leopardess took his cheek in her paw, drawing his attention back to her. The tiger pulled out a leather collar, the black hide so dense and wide across that it could double as a neck brace almost as much as a collar. She wordlessly took it from Andrew's hand, and lifted Terry's head with her fingers, gently tilting up his muzzle. She fitted it around his neck, pulling the leather tight before locking the large belt buckle in place. With that motion, any pretense of sexual equality between the three was consciously abandoned; Terry's breaths became slow and heavy_._ She motioned towards Andrew again, cracking a toothy grin. The tiger rummaged around in the bag, unbuttoning his jeans with a free hand.

"Not too tight, pup?"

He looked up at her lovingly, his gaze fleeting and submissive, his eyes never truly making contact with hers. He nodded. Do not speak unless told to.

"Strip." The domineering, predatory inflection in her voice became less subtle with the locking on of the collar. His gaze still focused downward, he unbuttoned his denim jeans, pulling them off one leg at a time, never returning to his feet. His erection strained conspicuously against the fabric of his underwear. He lifted his hands behind him, pulling his T-shirt over his head and throwing it aside. In nothing but his underwear, he returned to his previous position on his knees, muzzle longingly nudging at his girlfriend's thigh. Andrew meanwhile, had stripped down to nothing, his proud, erect shaft unashamedly on display. The six-foot-and-change feline had a malehood in proportion with the rest of his frame--the girth of the shaft was more than the fully engorged knots of any canine Terry or Angela had ever been with. She looked up from Terry's pleading eyes to wink at Andrew. The tiger was anxiously playing with a bottle of lube he had taken from the satchel, and staying as silent as he could, right behind the mewling and needy canine.

Angie lifted her dress, the canine's muzzle eagerly gravitating between her legs. She pulled the fabric up to her waist, a wet spot already apparent on her cotton panties. The jackal let out an involuntary moan, each labored breath filling his nostrils with her rich, earthy musk.

"You want this, pup?" She teased, moistened fabric pulled tight to accentuate the curves of her vulva. He nodded wordlessly, leaning in to push his nose to her sex. She wrapped a finger around one of the D-rings of his collar, pulling his muzzle away from her crotch.

"No. You want to be allowed to eat me out, you have to do something for me first."

He looked up at her quizzically. This wasn't how the night usually started. She took his head in her hands, her palms around his cheeks, fingers working their way through the soft beige fur under his ears. Mistress and pet finally made eye contact, the canine felt as though he was shrinking under the dire gaze of the leopardess.

"Do you trust me, pup?"

He nodded, looking longingly into her eyes. Andrew meanwhile, had quietly squirted the lube onto his erection, doing his best not to make any noise as he rubbed the goopy gel all over.

"Do you know that I won't do anything to hurt you?"

The canine nodded again. Andrew got down on his knees. The leopardess moved one hand down to grip tightly at Terry's collar, the other paw running a set of claws between his hair. She leaned down to whisper in his ear.

"I'm getting tired of letting Andy fuck me in the ass. It's time for you to start doing your share of work for this family, hmmm?"

Terry's eyes bulged; his brain fought, and failed to conquer his submissive instinct not to disobey, not to say something. He remained still. On cue, Andrew pulled down the canine's underwear, lifting his dense silvery tail. Terry yelped, his ears pinned back to his head, paws gripping tightly at his mistress's legs. She pulled him closer with a tug of the collar.

"Calm down, pup! Look at me." Her stern, booming voice found the canine through his uneasy mental haze. He looked up at her, eyes wide. She stroked the side of his head, her gaze unblinking as she met his eyes. "Be calm. Trust me pup, you'll enjoy this." The paw remained firm around his collar. He felt a wet finger stroke his tailhole. He pushed his head anxiously into his mistress's chest, nuzzling at her breasts as a single finger sunk into him. The tiger's index finger was soon followed by a middle, the digits circling around his insides, loosening him gently. The leopardess looked down, his erection was straining with need, a bead of pre collecting at the pointed candid tip.

"Just relax, pup." She returned to stroking his as he leaned into her chest, paw running down to rub at the dense, wiry fur of his back.

The second finger was soon joined by a third, Andrew's liberal application of lube filling the room with squelching noises as he gently fingered his boyfriend. The tiger dug his fingers roughly into the jackal's prostate, eliciting a needy moan, a strand of pre reaching the hardwood floor from the canine's twitching erection.

"See, pup? I told you, you'd like it. There's nothing to be afraid of."

Andrew pulled his fingers out, lube oozing down Terry's taint and ballsack. He lined his erection up with the jackal's hole, the head of his malehood slowly pushing past his mate's anal ring. The canine let out a guttural moan, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend, paws clinging tightly to her dress. Andrew was aware that a couple of seconds and three fingers weren't nearly enough to properly warm up the canine's ass, but it would have to do. His paws firmly on Terry's hips, he slowly and gently pushed forward, holding back several vulgarities as the tight, hot interior of the canine surrounded his shaft. As the larger male's erection sunk into his backside, Terry felt himself pushing back into the thrusts, his tail lifting higher and tilting to the side of its own accord. His body coursed with need, the slow, painful stretching of his anal ring only compounding the sense of desire that was beginning to drown out his shyness. He felt the tiger bottom out inside him, the feline's hips pressed tight into his rear, heavy golf ball-sized orbs pushed against the jackal's taint. The painful, intense fullness made him high with euphoria. Holy fuck I'm a slut, he thought to himself, rump grinding ever so subtly into his boyfriend's hips.

"That's a good pup." The leopardess cooed lovingly, her grip relaxing on her pet's collar. She spread her legs, pushing her panties aside, oozing strands of feminine fluids sticking to the soaked cotton. She traced a finger between her labia, making sure to rub it across the wettest part of her sex. She held the digit to the canine's lips, waiting for him to obediently lick it clean.

"Now, do your duty...to both of us." She pushed his muzzle between her legs. "Now."

Without delay, he nosed at her clitoral hood, tongue extending to lick at the wet, hard nub of flesh underneath. Andrew started to pull out, only making it halfway before the desire to thrust back into that warm, wet tunnel became too much to resist. His muzzle buried in Angela's muff, Terry let out a needy yelp as the tiger took him to the hilt again.

"Fuck, fuck...he's tighter than anything." Andrew huffed as his grip on his boyfriend's hips tightened, his eyes focused on the sight of that stretched, red ring gripping his malehood. Terry continued to lick eagerly at his girlfriend's clit, tongue lashing at her vulva with needy and unfocused enthusiasm. She huffed and pushed her crotch into his face in response, the canine's muzzle smeared with her fluids.

"Not gonna last much...longer." Andrew said through gritted teeth, the movement of his hips frenetic and unsteady.

"Didn't expect you to." Angelia was focused on the jackal between her legs, her sweaty paw wrapped around his collar. Terry himself was teetering on the edge of orgasm, his aching erection twitching with each of the tiger's thrusts, impressive globs of precum oozing onto the floor. His fingers dug into Angela's thighs, his high-pitched moans muffled by the vulva that was grinding into his muzzle.

The leopardess let out an unrestrained groan and lifted herself up off the sofa as a climax crashed down over her, her hips shuddering weakly as she came over her pet's muzzle, squirts of warm, gushy fluid splashing across his face and filling his open mouth. The deluge of cum ran down her rear and dripped onto the sofa, the jackal trying to swallow as much as he could. Angela roughly pulled his muzzle away, her swollen sex achingly sensitive after the orgasm.

Andrew himself only lasted a few more seconds, his final inward trust elicited an involuntary yelp from the jackal, claws sunken into the flesh around his boyfriend's hips as he came. He huffed and snarled as he emptied his balls into the Jackal's rear, cock twitching as it filled that warm, tight hole that was now somewhat less tight.

"Fuck..." Andrew spoke between labored breaths his last ropes of seed spilled into the canine's rump, "I needed that." He held his hips to his boyfriend's rear as his erection softened, still enjoying the warmth. Angela had sunk into the couch, basking cat-like in the afterglow of her climax. Terry, his knotted penis still dripping and hard with need, nuzzled at the inner thigh of his mistress. She looked down at him with a smile; wrapping her arms around his side to lift him up onto the sofa, his boyfriend's cock slipping out of him with a wet squelch. He blushed at the noise, his ears pinned down in embarrassment as a copious quantity of seamen spilled out of his rear and ran down his scrotum. Angela positioned him on top of her, placing her paw between his legs and reaching down under his tail, fingers grazing his wet and loosened tailhole. Recovered from her climax, she returned to her stern and dominant disposition.

"Push."

He looked down at her, his face pleading and shy. She placed her free paw around his throat, squeezing gently.

"Do what I tell you, pup--or you won't get to cum."

Another second passed, Angela remained silent as her paw remained on his throat. He eventually relented, and he pushed down against her paw, his anus making an unpleasant wet noise as the rest of the tiger's milky seed dripped onto her paw. "Good pup." She took her paw, warm seed dripping down her wrist, and wrapped it around Terry's erection. She started to stroke him, her long fingers gentle and teasing against his shaft. He groaned softly, paws shakily holding on to the leopardess's shoulders. After a good half-hour of being worked over by a tiger, the jackal didn't have much ability or desire to last. He mumbled a warning to Angela under his breath, who pointed his cock between her legs. He came with an exasperated yelp, his cock spurted ropes of seed over the leopard's sex. She cooed and stroked the side of his head with her paw as his climax racked his body, eyes rolling back in his head. His hips thrust into her hand with each energetic spurt, milky strands of seed oozing down her labia.

"Good pup...you earned it." She whispered lovingly.

Andrew, exhausted and overcome with a desire for cuddles (and perhaps a nap), got up from behind his boyfriend and flopped down onto the sofa next to his two lovers. Terry, equally exhausted, curled up next to the leopardess, panted and light-headed, his head nuzzling up to her lap. She looked down at her pet, fingers teasing his soft cheeks.

"You have a mess to clean up."

He wordlessly obeyed, muzzle digging between her legs to lap up the strands of cum that stuck to her pubic fur, diligently swallowing his own salty essence for his leopardess. She played with her pet's hair, running the short amber locks between her fingers. She spread her legs ever so slightly to make his job easier.

"I told you he'd like it." She cracked a smarmy grin, turning to the nude tiger who had splayed himself across the rest of the sofa, legs lewdly spread open. He scratched his balls, sticky with lube and cum, watching his boyfriend lick between his girlfriend's legs. The jackal, finished cleaning off the product of his orgasm, moved lower to lap at the leopardess's undertail. She spread her legs, rumbling happily. The powerful scent of sweat and cum scratched his submissive itch, the canine licking thoroughly over her experienced tailhole.

"I still don't trust you with surprises." Andrew said, only partially paying attention to Angela. The wet slurping of his boyfriend's tongue against his girlfriend's rear had already brought him halfway to another erection.

She giggled, idly petting the jackal. After the intense, salty taste of sweat started to dissipate, he gave the pink flesh of her anal ring a sloppy kiss, then returned his head to her lap.

"Yah, the dude from animal control was less impressed." She leaned back on the sofa, undoing the collar around Terry's neck, pulling it off and placing it on the end table.

"I take it you liked that as well, fuzzball?"

Terry let out a groan and stretched his shoulders as the hefty collar was removed.

"Yah, that was...." He exhaled, his anal ring still throbbing pleasantly. "...really nice."

"I..."

"Don't say I told you so. I still don't trust you after the badger thing."

The leopardess rolled her eyes, leaning down to kiss the jackal on the cheek.

Physically expended and covered in bodily fluids, the three of them sunk deeper into the well-worn sofa cushions, paws wondering across bodies, the quiet afterglow only broken by the occasional moan initiated by a wondering finger grazing somewhere sensitive. It was Andrew's birthday next month, and Angela already had a few promising ideas.