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A soft blanket of gray hung over Dewclaw and small drops of rain fell down from the sky. A variety of species walked in a crowd while the rain scattered off of their heads and whatever protection they had to keep them dry. A towering figure walked among the people without an umbrella or anything to keep them covered. Their body was that of a powerful tall orange-furred feline and their tail was a thick thing with black rings and a green tipped stinger at the end of it like a manticore's. Atop of his head, a flower sat attached with white petals frosted with a blue that matched the cyan tint of their eyes. In one of their paws, they held their compact and looked at the screen with a small frown and a pensive stare.

"Meet me tomorrow at my place. Don't blow your load until you get here because we're gonna have loooots of fun. By we, I mean you, me, and a friend! Haha! It'll be great! Oh, by the by, I'm feeling feminine."

That was the message dotted with hearts and love that Claude kept on reading while on his way to Mellie's house. The hybrid had spent some time wondering what type of fun Mellie could be planning for today. There were times where Claude had been pulled out in public to do the most embarrassing of things and he knew that Mellie cherished making him squirm and blush, but if it was at home with a friend then he wouldn't need to worry about exhibitionism being on the table. A threesome wouldn't be so embarrassing. He'd already had one or two thanks to Mellie's tastes. He was just worried that maybe he wouldn't be able to satisfy that third person and if he couldn't do that then he might disappoint Mellie. The hybrid took a breath and rubbed at the back of his head before stuffing his compact in his pack. There was no sense in worrying about it. He just had to remember that whatever Mellie had planned, she loved him and cared for his happiness enough not to drag him into anything too crazy--well, without warning at least.. He trusted and loved her after all. With that in mind, his expression brightened a bit and he kept walking toward his destination.

Claude arrived at Mellie's home soon enough. After ringing the doorbell he stood just outside the door waiting for her to answer. The rain was coming down softly and would probably do his outdoor plants some justice. Occasionally, he flicked his tongue out to catch the droplets and he smiled. Just then, he heard the door open and turned his head with tongue out, and his smile widened.

A short feline gel-beast colored blue came out in full force to wrap her arms around him. She wore a simple sundress of yellow and her tail was swishing from side to side rapidly as Claude reached down to return the embrace and squeeze her close to his body. He practically purred as he felt her embrace and he just couldn't help it. Claude had a deep admiration and love for Mellie and it was a refreshing experience every time he met with her.

When Mellie was ready, she leaned up so her body was pressed against his and her eyes were looking up into his gaze directly, "Sooo...Did you jerk one out last night?"

Claude found himself caught off guard by the sudden question and his cheeks flushed with color before he muttered his answer, "No..."

Mellie hopped up and gave his chin a peck before he leaned down further so their lips met for one precious moment. When they parted she giggled and clapped her paws together, "Good! Because I need you at full power for a bet."

Claude raised a brow, "A bet?"

Mellie nodded, "Yup, yup yup! I've got a friend waiting inside, a mutual friend at that and he and I made a bit of a bet!"

Claude found a slight frown forming on his features and he opened his mouth to express his fears. His lover saw this and she only smiled and giggled as she hopped up to grab his cheeks, "None of that! I promise it'll be fun! Whether we win or lose you'll see that you'll enjoy it and as for me? I just wanna watch my big guy in action."

The hybrid melted under his lover's touch and his frown paused as he nodded, "I guess that'll be fine. I mean, there have only been a few times when things have gotten really bad from one of your suggestions. Y'know, not that I hate it or anything, but uhm, I just think that maybe a situation in which I might get in trouble might y'know, not be great."

Mellie pouted, "No need to bring those up! Today we're going to have fun."

With that said she pressed against him and one of her paws reached between his legs and through his skirt to feel over his limp cock. Claude froze in place and his eyes grew wide as she looked down at her mischievous gaze, "Trust me, sweetie. I want to see you enjoying yourself today...And I'm sure our friend will help you with that."

Claude gulped and nodded, "Trust given, b-but um...Who is gonna be our friend joining today?"

Mellie's smile curved up and up until it was practically at her ears, but she didn't say a word, she only gave his cock a gentle squeeze before pulling away. She had her paws placed together behind her back and she giggled as she started backing into her home, "Come inside and find out."

Claude had to smile. Hearing her giggling and happy brought a swirl of warmth in his chest that he couldn't quite describe. Certainly the person that she could have invited might be someone that he'd never had this sort of interaction with before, but that didn't matter when it was Mellie leading him into it, and so he got up from where he was crouching and took a deep breath before heading inside.

Once she saw that he wasn't going to groan or complain about her sudden silence, Mellie beamed and reached to grab his paw to lead him deeper into her home with a hop and a skip. When they arrived in the living room, Claude was surprised to see a familiar turf tiger lounging on the couch. Toyle of all people was lying on the couch looking at Claude and Mellie with a fat fang filled grin, one bright orange eye peering at them along with the darkened eye of his mask doing the same with just as much humor and the face on the mask matching his own. What type of bet had Mellie made?

The dark-furred half-masked feline laid flat on the couch, their golden tipped snake-like tail lashing about as they spoke while rolling a gold taloned paw about, "About time! I've been waiting here naked forever. Mellie wouldn't even play a little game with me before our bet really started, saying something or other that I'll be needing all the energy I can gather to handle this. Hah! If she can handle your cock so easily then so can I."

Claude tapped his claws together and found that his cheeks were burning and a nervous sweat had broken out on his brow, "Mellie, what exactly is this bet?"

Mellie grinned as she gives his thigh a soft hug, "I bet Toyle here that he couldn't handle a pounding from you."

Toyle snorted as he shifted to sit on the couch with one leg over the other and his barbed member on display, "And I asked what's in it for me and she offered herself for a week of servitude to me with a collar and everything." The hybrid turf-tiger then grinned, "I said that I could use a pet to walk around Dewclaw and agreed."

Mellie then giggled, "And if he loses he has to wear the collar and be our pet! Isn't that great?"

Claude truthfully wasn't concerned about winning or losing, but he of all people knew how overconfident Toyle could get, "Uh Toyle...I don't think this is such a good idea. I don't even know if you've had someone in there before, or what the biggest thing you've taken is. We should really at least prep--"

Toyle waved his concerns off with a dismissive claw, "Ahhhh whatever. I've had one or two things inside of me before and I've seen how big you are and no I haven't had anything that big, but I figure a gentle giant like yourself won't even be able to make me whimper."

Mellie was giggling while Toyle talked a big game and when he looked down at her she motioned for him to lean down. When he did she took his ear gently and whispered, "I want you to break him in two sweetie. Once he's nice and stretched don't even think about holding back. You know how rough you can handle me sometimes? That. That times ten if you can. Remember, he asked for this, and if he wants to stop all he has to do is say the word. Make it a show just for me."

The nervous sweat that had started to form on his brow was now getting worse since his cheeks were burning and Mellie continued to fill his ears with dirty words that both had his stomach twisting in knots and his shaft slowly rising and poking out from his skirt.

"Hah!" Called out Toyle suddenly, "You two can plan all you want, but it isn't doing do you any good! Now, anyone care to lube me up?"

Mellie gave Claude a wink and sauntered over to where Toyle was sitting to get on her knees before him. He smirked and brought his legs up to recline on her shoulders and she grabbed onto his thighs to bring his hips up and bury her lips under his balls and against Toyle's puckered hole. Claude trembled as he found arousal dancing along his back as he watched Mellie start to work her magic. He could see that she was giving him a half-lidded sideways glance as she dragged her tongue up and down the other's hole to wet it with her gooey tongue. He found his paws gravitating to his cock, but instead, he simply pushed his skirt to the floor before stepping out of it as he remembered that he needed to save everything for the main event. Standing there with his cock out he watched as his girlfriend continued to bury her tongue in Toyle's ass.

When she finished she pulled her tongue out of his rear slowly and gave his balls a kiss before slapping his thighs and getting up, "He's all ready for your Claude!"

Toyle sighed happily, "And here I was just getting used to having a gelbeast tongue on my ass."

Mellie giggled and gave his thighs one last swat before stepping away to start pushing Claude in place. Claude allowed himself to be herded toward Toyle's front where Mellie began to grip and stroke his cock to spread goo over every portion of his member to make sure that it was well lubed. Carefully, Claude gripped Toyle's legs and spread them apart slowly as Mellie led the tip of his cock to the other's puckered hole.

Before he allowed himself to be pressed inside he asked with a nervous titter, "A-are you sure you're okay with this Toyle?"

Toyle leaned up and brushed Mellie out of the way to take a firm hold of Claude's cock and edge the tip just inside of his tight rear. Even just the lubed tip of his cock presented a small challenge to get inside, but Toyle did so anyway with only a shaky breath as he urged Claude on, "Come on, I told you that I'd win this bet easily. I can handle anything that a big softy like you can put out."

Claude still felt nervous, but the feeling of Toyle's tight hole around the tip of his member gave his body a surge of heat that brought foggy arousal over his mind and judgment. With fangs grit together he squeezed firmly on Toyle's ankles to push them apart as far as he could manage before he started pushing inside that tight rump.

Even without Mellie's guidance, his hips began to move. Slowly he fit his shaft inside of the smaller feline's rear. Ever few inches was another added ridge of his monstrous cock that stretched Toyle's rear ring. The feline who had once been so confident had both eyes clenched shut, his claws digging into the touch and his mouth set in a firm line, occasionally opening to gasp as Claude had to push and shove to get more of his cock inside.

Claude found his lust slowly overtaking his gentle nature as he found it harder and harder to resist thrusting. It didn't help that being gentle seemed to get him nowhere inside of that tight rear and so every push seemed to be encouraged by another inch of his cock fitting inside and another little noise and gasp coming from the once confident feline below him. He suddenly paused as he shifted about to get a better position while moving to wrap his arms around the other's waist to tug them close against his body.

Toyle who had been keeping his eyes closed and trying to hold his mouth shut shuddered and asked with a huff, "Is...Is it all in yet?"

The answer came in the form of the large hybrid bringing his hips forward with a sudden burst of strength. Toyle let out a noise similar to a whimper except with a bit more violent tension and a squeak as every inch of Claude's cock shoved inside of his now stretched rump. Toyle's toes curled and he winced as he gripped onto Claude's arms while breathing in and out trying so desperately to keep himself calm.

Claude broke out of his lust drunk stupor long enough to look down and ask, "Are you okay Toyle?"

Toyle answered with a hiss of breath, "Never better buddy. You can start moving if you want. I can handle it."

Claude wasn't so sure of that, but Mellie did say that Toyle had a way out and her request still stood. With a slow breath, Claude shut his eyes and pressed down against the shorter feline as he pulled his cock back slowly to start moving in and out. Toyle let out little huffs of breath that brushed against his chest and Claude tried to remind himself to be gentle, but even without Mellie urging him on his body began to move on its own. His thrusting not only became faster but rougher as well as he pushed inside with more of his strength until every push produced the slap of flesh on flesh.

At this point, Claude was lost in lust and the feeling of the other's tight insides lubed up by Mellie's mixture was too good to pass up. He kept on thrusting and pounding into that hole without taking note of Toyle's noises, but Mellie was certainly enjoying it. Toyle's voice came out cracked and ragged with squeaks and plenty of whimpering as his rear was pounded raw. He clawed at Claude's sides and he tried to keep his mouth quiet but every thrust produced a new pleasured and pained noise from his mouth. Mellie herself was giggling and leaning over the couch to watch it all happen and make things worse for Toyle.

With such a sweet voice Mellie spoke to Claude, "Pretty boy, you're doing soooo good. I wanna see you really pound him. For me. Please?"

Claude heard the voice of his lover, felt her paws brushing against both of his cheeks and his body reacted without his mind's consent. Thrust after thrust jolted both the shorter feline beneath him and the couch itself. Toyle began letting out a string of curses along with shaky moans as his grip on Claude's sides weakened. Toyle tried to open his mouth to tell Mellie to fuck off for inciting Claude even further, but he could only gasp aloud as Claude continued his lust blinded pounding. Mellie herself leaned up to plant her lips against her lover's and Claude responded by shutting his eyes and purring. His arms squeezed tight around Toyle and his mouth parted to let his tongue slip against Mellie's as he continued to move faster and faster. Soon he felt his cock throbbing and his body burn, but he did not slow down. Even as hot cum poured from the tip of his cock and into the tight hole he was pounding, he continued to thrust in a lust filled fervor while his mouth worked against Mellie's.

The large hybrid's orgasm only stopped when he pulled his mouth away from Mellie's. There they looked at one another with such love-struck eyes before Claude realized with a blink that Toyle was still under him. Pulling away while Mellie chuckled and licked her chops, he looked down to see that Toyle was panting and twitching with his eyes half-lidded at slants his paws gripping weakly at Claude's sides. Claude could see a bulge on the smaller feline's stomach from the stuffing he had received and his own cock was still twitching and hard while dribbling a line of pre that slipped down to his balls.

Claude placed both of his paws on his mouth, "Oh no, Toyle are you okay?"

Toyle huffed and tried to sit up but instead settled for lying back, "Are you kidding me? I'm...P-perfectly fine. Never better. Won the bet even."

That was when Mellie interjected while leaning over the couch, "Huh? What are you talking about? That was just one time. I told you that you needed to drain Claude's balls."

Toyle seemed to pale beneath the fur and he looked up at Claude, "Uh...You're done though, right big guy?"

Claude chewed on his cheek and he pulled out slowly from Toyle's rear to rest his still hard cock on the smaller feline's stomach who groaned, "F-fuck! I can still handle it. Don't think I'll lose."

Mellie giggled, "Well, then why don't you show me how true that is by turning on your stomach and presenting your stretched butt to my boyfriend. If you can still walk after all of that then I'll call it a win for you."

Toyle grumbled but rolled onto his stomach and brought himself up shakily with his paws on the spine of the couch and his tail coiling around Claude's cock, "Well, c'mon then. Fuck me Claude."

Mellie laughed, "Go ahead! You heard him sweetie!"

Claude wasn't so sure about this, but beneath him was a rear begging to be fucked. If Toyle wasn't into it then he would say something and Mellie even said that she had given Toyle plenty of outs and so with a sigh he grabbed onto his cock and pressed the tip to Toyle's abused hole. The large hybrid grunted as he pressed inside and found that it was much easier to slide on in now that Toyle's rear had been used once and now that it was full of hot cum. He shuddered as he started to thrust in and out again while one of his paws gripped at the base of Toyle's tail and the other squeezed onto one of the smaller feline's firm rear cheeks.

Claude tried to remind himself to take it easy this time, but he was already losing that battle as his body soon returned to the pace he had been going at before. Toyle gasped and gripped the material of the couch firmly as Claude pushed in deep and hard. While Claude was still somewhat there, he asked, "A-are you fine Toyle?"

Toyle answered with a shaky voice while not facing Claude, "Shut up. Shut up and just make me your bitch right here all right? Y-you're trying to break me got it? So break me."

Claude blinked and paused. Toyle turned his head just enough so that Claude could see the mixed look of pleasure, pain, and bliss in his eyes and Claude found his heart racing. Toyle wasn't just enduring this, he actually seemed to be loving it. Wanting to oblige, he started to thrust again and found that he was more willing to use his strength without the need to blank out due to lust. Toyle's claws dug into the couch and he yelled out a sudden utterance that had Claude gasping in surprise.

"Fucking choke me you weak idiot."

Claude wasn't sure if he was being serious and he looked to Mellie he purred, "Go ahead, he wants it right?"

Claude brought his paws up to Toyle's neck and was surprised as Toyle craned his head to allow the larger feline to have more room to squeeze. Claude's hips started moving again quickly and his paws squeezed tight on the other's neck as he started to pound in deep. Toyle's moans became muffled whimpers as he struggled to gather air and Claude kept on following orders as he squeezed down tight on the other's neck while thrusting in deeper and deeper. He focused on the pleasure he was feeling and the fact that this was what Toyle wanted, that this was what brought Toyle pleasure to and he kept on pounding in faster and faster while never letting go of the smaller feline's neck. Tighter and tighter he squeezed even as he heard Toyle start gasping and choking while he brought himself in harder. For some reason, this time it felt hotter, this time it felt just a bit more right to be fucking Toyle like this, almost as if this was the way things were meant to be. It wasn't long before his own cock was pouring out more of his own hot seed into the smaller feline's rear and Toyle himself shook violently as his own cock poured out rope after rope of cum on the couch beneath them.

Claude shivered as he pulled his spent cock out of the other's rear. That had been entirely too intense. His heart was pounding against his chest and his eyes were wide with fright as he looked down at the mess he had made of Toyle. He felt claws gripping at his paws and he pulled them away to let Toyle breath. Toyle gasped out and collapsed to the couch, "F-fuck...That...That was fucking intense."

Mellie giggled, "Can you stand?"

Toyle kept his face against the couch as he answered, "Fuck no."

Mellie cheered, "Then we win!"

Toyle grumbled while Claude brought his claws together and leaned down, "A-are you okay Toyle?"

Toyle looked up at Claude with a small scowl, but that sour look soon changed to a crooked smile as he surprised the larger feline by leaning in for a quick kiss, "Never better buddy. Y'just did exactly what I told ya. Now I guess I'm gonna be doing what you and Mellie tell me to do."

Mellie clapped her paws together, "That's right! And I think I'll be giving control over to Claude purely, so honey, what would you like for all of us to do since you won the bet."

Claude blinked and thought about it for a moment before a big smile start creeping up his features.

After a bit of cleanup, the trio found themselves all nude on the couch while the T.V. in front of them played some sort of cheap action movie. Claude held a big bowl of popcorn on his lap with Toyle lying down so his cheek was resting on Claude's right thigh and a pack of ice was set on his hips. Mellie was sitting on his other thigh with a paw buried in the popcorn and her eyes watching the movie.

Mellie was the first to say, "This movie...Is just terrible in the best of ways."

Toyle snorted, "The fucking worst. I love it."

Claude leaned down to catch a pawful of popcorn from Mellie with his tongue and he mumbled with his mouth full, "Definitely."

So, as it turned out. Mellie's plans had amounted to mostly enjoyment for himself and she had even let him decide what they were going to do in the end. Normally he was so indecisive, but he saw that Toyle looked a bit hurt. Even if he had been okay with what happened, Claude figured that it would be nice to spend some quiet time with Toyle and Mellie while Toyle recovered. Most likely, Toyle would suffer the consequences of being his pet later as Mellie would surely give him some sort of raunchy order to give Toyle, but for now it was just nice hanging out with his lover and a good friend.