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Summertime Fun - Part 4

by MinoasT

_This story is a work of fiction and in no way is intended to resemble any person, place, or thing that is living or dead. It contains scenes of a graphic sexual nature between consenting males, females, hermaphrodites, and/or some combination of all three. If this offends you or is just not your cup of tea, please consider yourself warned. Copyright resides with me, the author, and distribution of this work must be approved by the author. Please and Thanks!

This is a continuation and as such, I urge you to read Parts 1, 2, and 3. It'll get you off. Trust me, would I lie to you? Ignore the cranky old man in the corner. He can't get it up anymore due to age and not my writing. Really!_

Kyle looked down his torso, which was lit up by the full moon shining through the open window. His bluish-black fur gleamed with sweat and cum, which pooled into his belly button and the deep valleys of his six-pack abs. Bouncing off his stomach, a ballsack covered in tan fur rose to reveal the over three-inch-wide base of Kyle's twenty-inch long cock. It's ruddy-brown color always struck Kyle as odd, but all the guys this summer had loved it. When about a third of his massive cock was exposed, the tan streaked dark brown fur of his brother's best friend dropped fast to slap the wolf's foot-long cock and baseball-sized knot off of Kyle's stomach.

With the bed creaking, Kyle was thankful the Swaggering Moose Café below wasn't open. He could feel another screaming orgasm building in his pussy. The way his ballsack rubbed against his slit just made his cock ache inside the wolf's ever tight ass.

"How are you still so fucking tight, Mark?" Kyle ran his long fingers over Mark's bloated belly.

"How can you still have any cum after five massive loads?" Huffing, Mark kept up his squats while spraying a mixture of pre-cum and cum across Kyle's torso. "I'm so damn full, but I want more. Gods of all creation, I'm so fucking addicted to your damned cock."

"Oh yeah," moaned Kyle as he felt himself getting closer. "My libido is glad to feed your addiction. You're the last of those I found this summer who could take the whole thing. So, Sweet Cheeks, take my Rod of Power down to my balls. You know your ass is a hungry little piggy."

A lion's warm smile flashed through Kyle's head. That red mane plastered with their sweat and sex was about the golden tan face. Even now, more than a month since Zach had to leaft to report back to the imperial army, Kyle's pussy still how the nubs on the Zach's dick felt while getting ember education . Clenching his jaw, Kyle resisted calling out Zach's name.

"From your expression, do I have competition?" Leaning forward, Mark leered down at Kyle as he again bottomed out on Kyle's massive dick. "Guess I need to up my game in order to win your heart."

"This is just fuck buddy sex," said Kyle as he laid his ears back and ducked his head in embarrassment. "Love and dating talk not allowed."

"You know the old saying," said a grinning Mark, who laid flat on Kyle's chest, "all's fair in love and war."

"Is that so? Then spin around on my dick and stick your knot into my pussy again," said Kyle with a wicked grin. "Up your game and maybe you'll move closer to boyfriend status, Mark."

"Taking you that deep again tonight--," said Mark, a whimper entering his voice as the wolf sat up.

"Please, Marky?" Using a slight whine in his voice, Kyle also squeezed the knotted base of the wolf's cock. "My lonely little pussy misses your knot."

"Damn you," muttered Mark as he lifted himself just over halfway off Kyle's cock before carefully turning around. As Kyle spread his legs, Mark pushed himself back down onto Kyle's monster cock. As his own twelve inch cock neared Kyle's crotch, Mark moaned, "Pull me in, babe."

Kyle groaned with both pleasure and pain as Mark's cock pushed Kyle's fat balls into Kyle's sopping wet pussy. The feeling of his balls being crushed by his own female side never failed to extract an extra load out of balls. The pain of his pussy crushing his balls sent bolts of pleasure shooting across his entire body. The roughness of his fur covered balls tickling and grating on his pussy's inside. Having his fist-sized balls stretching him out, and now Mark's fat cock. All that seemed to be missing was a certain lion's spiked cock fucking his ass.

"Fuck yeah," shouted Kyle. "Push that monster inside. Slick me up with that baby batter."

"My ass and your pussy," said Mark in a trembling voice. "This bitch loves being packed full of your cock. Now pull my knot inside you. Make me cum again."

Kyle gripped Mark by his muscular thighs and pulled while lifting his own hips. Both of guys cried out in pained pleasure. Kyle strained as he felt Mark's already inflated knot slowly force its way into Kyle. Shuddering, Kyle shot and shot a huge load into Mark even as the wolf hybrid bit down on the bed.

Then it went popped insise finally. Tears streamed down both faces as two became one. Waves of pleasure rippled from Kyle into Mark, only to bounce back. Slowly, the initial high faded, though Mark's knot refused to subside or slow its pumping of Mark's thick cum deep into Kyle's pussy.

"Gods, Kyle," huffed Mark as the rest of His body slowly relaxed on Kyle's legs. "Are you sure you don't want to just marry me and do this every night?"

Kyle laughed and slapped Mark hard on his ass. "Fuck buddies only, you old hag, Besides, how is your ass not stretched out permanently after a month of this?"

"I guess that's not the best reason to marry someone," laughed Mark. Propping himself up on his elbows, Mark looked back at Kyle. "But seriously, I do have a request of you. Can I get to that now, or are you still too horny?"

"We got what, fifteen to thirty minutes?" Smirking, Kyle playfully tugged on Mark's fluffy tail. "What's on your mind, sexy?"

"Henry," said Mark, his expression becoming distant.

"That makes this just awkward," said Kyle with a smirk. "And you asked me to marry you and everything."

"What?" Mark jerked a bit, confused by Kyle's response. "No."

"So my cock is just a replacement for Henry?" Kyle couldn't help tease the wolf hybrid. Mark's reactions were always so cute. "Are you hoping to slide his slim, eleven-year-old body up your ass?"

Mark shot him a dirty look before smiling. "No, you perv. Henry, and you being his guardian, is what I've wanted to talk to you about."

"Me?" Kyle couldn't believe his ears. "At his parents' memorial service, he said you were his guardian."

"I am per a stipulation in their wills," explained Mark. "But with Telousia shooting down the military transport they were on, war is all but gauranteed."

"Like my brother Charlie, you also expect to get recalled to active duty," said Kyle, nodding.

"Knowing you won't means he's got someone to rely on if I have to leave will make it all easier for both of us," said Mark. "So will you?"

"I'm not even eighteen, Mark," said Kyle as he leaned back onto his elbows. "What happens when they draft me on my birthday in two weeks?"

"You will likely never see a draft notice, let alone any sort of combat, Kyle," said Mark. When Kyle gave him a blank look, Mark added, "Because you're a third gender? Protected by imperial edict? Is none of this ringing a bell?"

"What are you talking about? Third gender?" Kyle snort at the absurd concept. "I'm just an unlucky guy who got stuck with a pussy, a womb, and no way to make babies. That's hardly a third gender. What happens when I get the draft letter in the next two weeks before my birthday?"

"Okay," sighed Mark. "Say you will get a draft letter. If we're married, then we can argue it puts an undue burden on Henry and us as his caretakers."

"Mark," said Kyle, exasperated.

"I know you've got a boyfriend that you're missing terribly," cut in Mark, "but I've got Henry and his future to consider now. You're a safe bet on stability for him, especially since he likes and respects you.. Besides, law allows multi-spouse marriages."

"Stability?" Kyle couldn't believe his ears. "I work a minimum wage job, live in an apartment partially subsidized by my employer and/or parents, and have more sex partners now than I do days in the week."

"Dean isn't around, Zach has gone back to whereever he appeared from, Jaz hasn't been by in a couple of weeks, nor that delivery guy," said Mark as he ticked off the guys Kyle has had sex with over the summer, "and you'll likely always get that mouse guy from the hardware store and his buddies to deliver your orders no matter how little you buy."

"How...?" Speechless, Kyle wondered just what Mark did that he knew so much about Kyle's sex life.

"I want you in my life as more than my bestfriend's little brother, Kyle," said Mark. "Waiting for you to get old enough to start deciding who you love has been hard and enlightening. All I ask is you give me chance."

"I'll think about it," said Kyle as he laid his ears back in embarrassment. A confession of love by Mark was the last thing he'd expected. "About being guardian to Henry and, um, dating you."

#

"It's nice to have you here for dinner, Kyle," said Clara Cooper, a seven-foot-tall buxom bovine woman with the same blue-black fur as Kyle. With her wavy black hair tied up behind her head, Clara never stopped chopping vegetables for a salad. Occassionally she wiped her knife on her apron, which was worn over a skimpy red dress which showed off more than it covered. "When you aren't working at the café, you seem to always be too busy with friends."

Kyle seasoned a platter of steaks to be grilled by his dad. The red shirt and khaki shorts he wore felt like he was overdressed and interrupting something. He smiled as that thought confirmed he really had spent too much time away from home. "Well, it was pointed out to me the other day by Mark how half of those I spent the summer with aren't around now that it's August. So, since I have a rare Thursday night off work, I decided to come spend it with my family."

"That sounds suspiciously like you have something to tell me," said Clara, shooting a sidelong smile to Kyle. "Got a girlfriend? Is she pregnant?"

"Boyfriend, mom," said Kyle, chuckling. "You remember Dean, don't you?"

"The Dean you haven't heard from since he left with his mom for parts unknown two or three months ago?" said a naked middle-aged wolf of five foot nine tall with long grayish-brown fur. Kyle's dad walked up beside Kyle to inspect the steaks. "Don't those look good. Maybe I'll just go feral and eat it raw."

"So, Dad, you want me doing the grilling, then?" Kyle reached for the apron his dad held with a wide smile.

"Don't let your pussyboy touch them steaks, Angus," said an elderly wolf from the doorway into the kitchen. Stooped over and leaning heavily on a cane, Kyle's grandfather wore a permanent scowl on his face and spoke as though pissed at everyone. The silver-gray fur had thinned a lot since the old wolf had come to Oak City for cancer treatment, but he was still alive. Some days, Kyle wondered if that was a good thing. The jean overalls the old wolf hung off the thin body.

Angus donned the thick leather apron over his otherwise naked body, and grabbed the platter of steaks from Kyle. "Come on, Gramps. Time to sear some flavor into Bessie here."

When the pair had gone outside to grill and the latch clicked, Clara cleared her throat. "Spill it, Kyle."

"It's Mark and Henry," said Kyle as he washed his hands. "Mark wants me to be co-guardian of Henry. He says because it'll be stability for Henry since I won't get drafted. I don't see why they wouldn't draft me. War is almost guaranteed against Telousia."

"The emperor likely won't allow it," said Clara. "Besides, what'll Dean think when he gets home, finally?"

"The emperor?" Kyle couldn't fathom what the emperor had to do with any of this. "And what about Dean? Like Dad said, I haven't heard from him all summer. Besides, I'm not breaking up with Dean to marry Mark, or something."

"Funny," said Clara as she mixed up the salad and started cleaning the counter. "Why do you bring up marriage? Especially with Mark?"

"Ugh!" Shouted Kyle. "Can you turn off the damn lawyer and be my mom for a moment."

"Ah. Ah. Ah," chided Clara. "You've asked me a question that requires me to think as lawyer, not a mother."

"Um, no I didn't, Mom," countered Kyle, irritated at how he never had control Of any conversation with his mom. "I told you something I'm worrying over. Not a question. You turned it into a legal issue immediately. Just like always."

"I'm a lawyer," said Clara. "So, sue me."

"I did," said Kyle, glaring at his mother. "It got me sent to Namron for three months. Remember?"

"Um, how're those nightmares?" Clara smiled nervously as her ears and head drooped in embarrassment.

"Let's talk about me being Henry's guardian, Counselor," said Kyle in a stern growl.

"It's complicated, Kyle," said Clara. Brushing a loose strand of her shoulder length black hair back over an ear, she gathered plates and started setting the table. "But, I suspected something would come up to force us to tell you before your birthday."

"Tell me what?" Kyle didn't want the usual run around he got when his parents denied him something big that he wanted. "Or do I need to be 'older' before I'll understand?"

"How many other hermaphrodites do you know, Kyle? Clara spoke in a quiet calm manner. "One? Ten?"

"None," said Kyle in confusion.

"You're unique, Kyle," said Clara.

She stopped and looked at Kyle, a sadness in her eyes and voice that Kyle couldn't remember ever hearing before. "In fact, someone like you was once born into the royal family, but died as a young man. So, the emperor issued an edict declaring any hermaphrodites born within the empire as wards of the Crown. The birth parents were declared nannies charged with raising the royal child to the age of eighteen."

"Protected? Wards?" Kyle couldn't believe his ears. How had this been kept from him all these years?

"It's why the school refused to let you participate in any sports or other activities they thought might lead to injury," said Clara. "In essence, the Crown has final say on whatever aspect of your life they want to control, from who you date, who you marry, and who you take on as a ward of your own. If it's something that affects your life long term or past your eighteenth birthday, the Crown must be consulted and their decision considered final."

"You're joking, right?" Nothing his parents had said sounded possible. "If this were true, how is it I've never heard of it before?"

"Schools purposely don't teach the Imperial Edicts because it causes bullying and fights," said Clara. "Well, worse bullying and fights than normal. They leave it to college and military boot camp."

Kyle's phone started ringing in his pocket. Cursing silently, he pulled the device out to shut it off. However, the name stopped him. "It's Dean, Mom. Just a sec!"

Jumping to his feet, Kyle hurried to the Living Room as he answered the call. "Hey, Dean. Long time no hear."

"Hey, Kyle," said Kyle's boyfriend and oldest friend in a flat, almost emotionless, voice. "I only have a moment to talk."

"You're gone three months without a call or text and you give me only a moment?" Kyle didn't hide the irritation in his voice. "Do you have any idea how worried I've been?"

"Sorry," said Dean with a slight bit of embarrassment. "I, um, got caught in a sweep by local forces for all sixteen to eighteen-year-olds for the, um, military. Basic is over and I finally got a moment to myself."

Kyle listened to Dean talk, but something about the ram's tone and inflections felt off. Kyle headed out the front door to talk without his mom hearing. "Sounds rough, Dean, but stay positive. You're good at fixing things, so maybe they'll put you in a mechanized unit fixing things."

"Doesn't matter," said Dean. Soft sobs could be heard in the background. "I don't think I'll be coming back for a long time, if ever."

"Dean." Kyle didn't like what he was hearing. "I said stay positive. You told me to have fun and be ready to reenact them all with you. Remember?"

"Get a clue, Kyle," said Dean, irritated. "I'm breaking up with you. Our friendship and dating is over. Forget me and find someone there who makes you happy. I've got to go."

"What the hell?" Kyle couldn't believe his ears. This certainly sounded like Dean, but the Dean he knew wouldn't do this to him. "You can't just---"

Kyle's phone beeped and then went silent. The screen flashed "Call Ended." As the screen went dark, Kyle's arm dropped back to his side. Kyle felt numb. Dean had always been by his side. Even when they were separated for any reason, Kyle knew Dean would be there waiting just as he would be for Dean. Now, though, his best friend was gone. A minute or two long call and his entire life felt different. Lonelier.

Leaning against the nearest post, Kyle's anger grew the more he thought about what Dean had done. It wasn't the Dean he knew growing up. That Dean texted him every chance he got. Constantly teased him about needing to be his boyfriend. Asking about dinner and which of them had better food.

"He could have texted," growled Kyle as he stomped down the porch and leaned against the house's brick siding. "Charlie and Mark called me every other weekend, didn't they? Did he lie just now? What about when he left? That bastard."

Slowly, Kyle's tears soaked his cheek fur. Wiping at his eyes, he swore to himself to do just as Dean had suggested, and forget him. Dropping into a chair, he let his head hang down. Dean's smile flashed through his head, the cheap cologne he wore tickled his nose, Dean's soft, curly fur caressed his body, and the ram's lips still pressed against Kyle's mouth.

Boots crunched on the gravel path leading up to the house. Part of him swore it sounded like Dean, but Kyle knew better. Dean wasn't here. Dean would never be back.

"Hey, Pussy," said Kyle's brother as the wolf pressed his crotch against Kyle's forehead. "You miss me so much you waited out here for me? Just like when you were ten or eleven?"

Despite the jean material encasing his brother's cock and balls, Kyle could feel the fat sack roll about against his head. Charlie's cock was already semi-rigid, with the knot already partially inflated. Memories of sneaking into his brother's room late at night to suck this dick, telling himself it was to help Charlie get over his breakup with whichever girl he'd been dating at the time, came back to him.

"Fuck off, Charlie," muttered Kyle as he lifted his head until his brother's bulge fell into Kyle's mouth. Lightly gnawing on the cock and balls, Kyle wondered how this could be a good idea. Zach would get into trouble if they were discovered.

"Damn, bro," moaned Charlie softly. "I...oh shit...didn't think... Crap. No teeth, grass breath. Ow."

Kyle pulled his mouth off his brother's bulge, but didn't open his mouth. Shaking more from his thoughts than who it actually was, Kyle shoved Charlie back and jumped up.

"Stupid," said Kyle, his voice choking with a poorly suppressed sob.

"Kyle, stop," said Charlie, grabbing an arm before the bull could get past. "What's wrong, little bro. Talk to me."

Kyle didn't want to talk about it. His mind was a confusion of thoughts and emotions. Dean's words felt like betrayal, but his heart yearned not for the ram, but the lion who had never been more than a fuck buddy and friend. Still, he had to answer with something. "Dean called. He... he broke up with me."

"Oh fuck," said Charlie. Sliding his hand up to Kyle's shoulder, Charlie gently pushed the bigger bull back down into the chair. Leaning over so their foreheads touched, the brown and black long furred wolf spoke softly. "Dean is an idiot to give up on you. What stupid reason did he give?"

"That he was drafted for military service and he doubted he'd ever return to Oak City," said Kyle, afraid of just what to say and what he felt. "The stupid fucker said we weren't friends or dating anymore. He waited to call because of he was in boot camp. Sounds like a crock of shit."

"Hey," whispered Charlie as he leaned in close to Kyle. "Maybe it was and maybe it wasn't. Either way, you're free to do what you want and not worry what your supposed boyfriend thinks from a hundred miles away. Where'd the idiot go to anyway?"

Kyle thought a minute. "I just remember he had to go help care for a sick grandmother. He never told me the city. Just that he'd call."

Charlie was silent for a bit before finally standing up. "Mindless sex might help. You sucking my dick while you thought I was asleep helped me with my first break-up. I remember thinking you were better at ten years old than anyone my own age. Don't you have groupies now, or something? Cindy said something about them a couple weeks ago, I think."

Kyle stared up at Charlie in embarrassed shock. He'd never imagined his brother would have let him do anything had he been awake. Dropping his head back into his hands, Kyle grumbled, "Two guys hit on me and I go have sex with them both and my boss calls them groupies. I don't know who to kill, her or me."

"You could just fuck her," said Charlie, laughing.

"We both maintain a strict employer/ employee relationship," said Kyle, standing up. "And when the hell were you two alone long enough to talk about my sex life?"

"Oh, well," said Charlie as he looked away from Kyle.

"Damnable gods," said Kyle as he hurried off the porch. Turning at the bottom of the steps, he glared at his brother. "You've fucked her? Is that when you talked about my sex life? So, is you urging me to fuck her your screwed-up way of saying you're dating my boss?"

"Shit," muttered Charlie while rubbing his face. "No, um, sort of...maybe once in a while."

"Once in a while what," shouted Kyle while throwing his arms up. "I occasionally have sex with friends, but I don't talk about my brother's sex life while I'm pounding someone's ass."

"Don't be such a pussy," said Charlie. "So, Cindy and I have hit it off. It's not a big deal."

Kyle's phone beeped. Pulling it out of his pocket, Kyle glanced at the screen and cursed. "Great job, Charlie. Now Cindy needs me to come in to work."

"Isn't that your job?" Charlie waved his hands and gave Kyle a faux surprised look.

"Now all I'll see is her riding your stupid dick the entire shift," said Kyle as he headed for his car.

"And screaming," shouted Charlie with a chuckle. "She's a screamer."

"Fuck you, Charlie," called back Kyle before driving off.

Four blocks later, Kyle's phone rings. "Kyle here," said Kyle without looking at who was calling.

"Um, Kyle?" said a familiar voice. "It's Zach Tyler. My orders sent me back to Oak City."

"They did?" Kyle felt his heart skip a beat. "For how long? A few months? Maybe a year?"

"It's complicated and kind of weird," said Zach. "Are you free? I need to see you."

"Unfortunately, I've been called in to work," said Kyle. "I was out at my parents about to eat. If you want to come by the café later, we can probably talk during the slow periods. Should you be free, we could celebrate you being back, what with not being able to have a proper farewell."

"Aw, you missed me?" Zach purred into the phone.

"Well, yes," said Kyle. "You, the feel of your cock, and that purr. Gods above, have I missed that purr."

"You know how to make a cat feel wanted," said Zach with a soft growl. "But I can't see you spending many night alone. What with all us groupies loitering around."

"Oh please," laughed Kyle. "Jaz vanished saying he'd started dating someone seriously, Dave hasn't been by in a few weeks, and the hardware store guys are hit and miss. That said, my brother's best friend has been making frequent use of my cock."

"Mark?" Zach shouted through the phone. "What about Henry?"

"I think he foists him off onto Charlie," laughed Kyle, "but I'm not entirely sure. However, he's getting serious. Wants to date me instead of just being a fuck buddy. So if you're wanting to up our relationship from that of groupies, you'd best not delay."

"I'll give that some thought, Kyle," said Zach. "I'm getting another call, so I'll let you go."

"Later," said Kyle before disconnecting the call.

The rest of the way to work, he kept imagining a threesome with Zach and Mark. Parking in the alley, he went straight into the Swaggering Moose Cafe and pulled on an apron. The fabric rubbed against the head of his cock, which stuck out below the bottom hem of the teen's shorts.

"Gods," groaned Kyle as he imagined the stares he'd get again tonight.

"You're here," exclaimed Cindy Bowers, the antelope who owned the cafe, as she stuck her head in from the front. "Fran can't come in tonight. You're a life saver, Kyle."

Pulling the apron as far down as he could, Kyle pictured her knotted to Charlie, screaming at the top of her lungs. His cock went flaccid in record time. Pushing past her, he muttered, "You owe me a steak dinner."

"I owe you a lot more," said Cindy. "You work the front and I'll cover the kitchen."

Diving right into the job, Kyle worked hard to get as many rang up as fast as possible. He wondered why their Thursday evening was busy, especially as a half hour passed and the line never seemed to die down.

"Thanks for being patient, Barry," said Kyle as he gave the ever-flustered tiger his usual. He noted the front door chiming the arrival of yet another customer.

"I hope you get a break soon," said Barry with an embarrassed dip of his orange-striped head. "You always work so hard."

"Thanks," said Kyle with a smile. "The Swaggering Moose Cafe welcomes the next customer."

"Afternoon, Kyle," said Zach. Zach wore black pants and shirt with tan or gold thread and buttons. Over the black uniform was a tan jacket with burgundy lapels and cuffs. He held a tan cap with the Imperial Army's insignia on the front. Despite a stiff backed posture, the lion smiled warmly.

"Zach," said Kyle. He extended his hand as he felt his irritation at being at work lessen. "Looking good in that uniform."

"No one cares, you stupid maggots," snarled a black-furred Doberman dog anthro as he shoved Zach away from the counter. "Someone worth a damn is here."

"If it isn't the worthless second son of Lord Madera," said Kyle, his demeanor and tone going flat immediately for his high school's star quarterback. "What is so damned important you have to cut to the front of the line, Johnny?"

"Tell my tramp of a girlfriend to get her worthless ass out here," snarled Johnny.

Not changing his expression, Kyle said, "She's not here. Are you ordering? No? Zach, what do you want?"

"A Number Four and a large black iced tea," said Zach over Johnny's shoulder with a bemused grin.

Johnny slammed both hands down on the counter. A metal pitcher of freshly frothed milk bounced and rattled. When Kyle still ignored him, Johnny picked up a box of stirrers and threw them at Kyle.

"Get me that gods be damned bitch, you worthless freak of an animal," shouted Johnny as he leaned forward baring his teeth. "And get her now."

Not rising to the implied threat of the Earl's younger son, Kyle worked away while momentarily considering whether or not to slam his fist into the overly entitled jock's face. Instead, he said, "She's not here, Johnny. Fran didn't show up for work, hence why I'm standing here instead of the doe. So, go call her, or go look for her at her house."

"I'm going to be late for an important dinner and that bitch isn't---" said Johnny, growling like rabid animal.

"She's not here, Johnny," screamed Cindy as she slammed open the kitchen door. "Now get the hell out and Don't. Ever. Come. Back."

For a long moment, silence hung in the air of the cafe. The half a dozen people waiting in line stood watching both of them. Snarling, Johnny grabbed the metal pitcher and threw the hot milk at Cindy and Kyle, screaming, "Don't fuck with me."

Kyle jumped forward trying to grab the pitcher from Johnny, but the scalding hot milk splashed his chest, upper arms, and neck. As Kyle screamed in pain and Cindy in surprise, Johnny reached for the cash register. Zach grabbed Johnny by the neck and slammed his face down on to the counter. Pulling an arm back and up hard, Zach leaned in close to Johnny's ear.

"You really should pay attention to who you cut in front of, Johnny Madera," said Zach in a cold, threatening voice. "Especially when he's wearing a military uniform with red on the jacket."

Johnny's eye grew huge at Zach's words. Struggling, the teen strained to look at Zach's jacket. "Liar. I'll have you arrested for touching me."

"Let him up, Lieutenant Tyler," said Cindy. She stood beside Kyle with a double-barrel shotgun aimed at Johnny. As Zach let Johnny stand, Cindy continued. "I warned you what would happen if you came in here with that bad attitude, Johnny. Now you've assaulted my employee and damaged my business in front of a lot of witnesses. What do you think your father, the Earl, is going to say?"

"You'll regret this, you bitch," snarled Johnny as he backed away from the counter.

"John Madera," snarled Kyle. He forced himself to not leap over the counter at the bastard. "Keep using that word in my presence and I will drag you into the alley out back and teach you what being a bitch really feels like. Oh, and my fists may decide to randomy cavort across your face at any moment."

"A pussy-freak like you couldn't get close enough to me to even touch me," sneered Johnny. The dog edged around people toward the door out, but waiting customers kept moving into his way.

"Excuse me?" Standing in the cafe's entry stood Charlie, with Mark and Henry behind him. "Nobody calls my little brother anything but 'His Lordship,' Mr. Madera."

Johnny jumped, backing away from the door and the front counter several steps. He said, "The Coopers are not noble blood, you idiot."

"Per this letter from the Imperial palace in Ago City," said Charlie while holding out a letter with an unbroken wax seal, "Kyle Landon Cooper, as a third gender and imperial ward, is of noble blood and shall henceforth be referred to by the title and honors of a lord. That would be my little brother there, who could throw you over this building if he wanted."

"N-no he couldn't," squeaked a mouse woman sitting nearby.

Charlie smile at the woman as he said, "He threw me across our backyard when he was ten, so I suspect over a two-story building would be possible now."

"Lies and threats," snapped Johnny as he regained his composure. Walking over to Charlie, he snatched at the letter Charlie held. "We'll see how real---"

"Opening a letter from the emperor not addressed to you is a capital offense, Lord Madera," said the mouse woman. "You are already in a fair amount of trouble, so do you really want to risk the emperor's ire? And how do you know what the letter says, Mr. Cooper?"

"An Imperial messenger delivered two letters to my parent's house a short time ago," said Charlie. "One was to my parents while the other was this one to Kyle. Upon delivering the first one, the poor doe collapsed from exhaustion and dehydration. Apparently her escort got attacked and she escaped with her missives, barely reaching our house by the appointed time. I swore, as a former Imperial messenger myself, to bring this straight to my brother. Once he opens it and reads it, you can look at it, if he let's you."

"Aren't you late for something, Johnny?" Smiling, Kyle leaned on the counter.

"To hell with all of you," growled Johnny, pushing past Mark and Henry to leave.

Kyle took the shotgun from Cindy and went into the kitchen. Setting it in the corner by the door, Kyle went to the sink and splashed water on his face. Leaning over the sink, Kyle felt his heart pounding in his chest. Johnny's horrified expression when he threatened the jock gave Kyle a slight thrill just remembering it. The smug bastard loved holding his nobility over everyone back in school. Now he expected everyone to just bow to his demands.

The door he'd come through opened and someone walked toward Kyle slowly. "I'll be right out, Cindy," said Kyle as he rubbed his face with more water. "Just trying to get the smell of milk out of my nose."

"You stepped into the milk, didn't you?" Zach spoke as Kyle washed his face. "Rather brave of you."

"You mean stupid," said Kyle. "Just like it was stupid of me to threaten him."

"I've not even officially started my new assignment and I've already failed you," said Zach, stopping a half-dozen feet away. "Before I explain my orders, you need to read the what Charlie has brought first."

"I'm not going to like any of this, am I?" Kyle couldn't bring himself to turn around. His body wanted to snatch the lion up in his arms and shower his body with kisses. Ripping off that uniform and fucking the living daylights out of the lion had been and still was at the top of his list, even if Mark ended up watching.

"Maybe that's why I was chosen for this assignment," said Zach. "To make it easier for you to adjust. Nothing will change how I feel about you, though."

Kyle turned around as he dried his face. "Feel about me? What do you mean?"

Zach closed the distance between them. Standing toe to hoof with Kyle, Zach reached up and pulled Kyle down until their lips met. Kissing Kyle passionately, Zach clung to him as their tongues explored each other's mouths. Hands roamed over each other's body.

"Not on my time, you two lovebirds," said Cindy. Smirking, Cindy walked up to the pair and pushed them apart. "Kyle, you get out there and read whatever that letter is. Everyone in the café is dying to hear what the emperor says. And you, groupie."

"That's Lieutenant Groupie to you, Ms. Bowers," said Zach, grinning. "And I thought Kyle was on break."

"He is," said Cindy as she started pushing Kyle toward the front. "Now more reading and less face sucking."

A short time later, Kyle sat at a table with Charlie, Mark and Henry seated around him while Zach and Cindy stood on either side of them. The cafe's customers all listened, each as curious as Cindy. Breaking the seal, Kyle opened the paper and started reading it silently.

"My Loyal Subject and Uncle in Spirit," started the letter. "We hope this finds you in good health and cheer as you prepare to celebrate eighteen years and the start of adulthood. Just as my father, the late emperor, believed, we see within you specifically, and all Third Genders generally, the spirit of our late Uncle, whose murder ten years prior to your own birth, rocked us to our cores. We look forward to a visit by you and your household to Ago City and the Imperial Palace.

As an early birthday gift, I hereby designate you as a Lord of the Empire, with all rights and privelages this new status entails and encompasses. Furthermore, too assist in your transition to your elevated status, a military aide has been assign to you and will be arriving with or soon after you receive this letter. I personally have selected this person in hopes that a familiar, but knowledgeable, face will make your future endeavors for and with the Empire easier, happier, and more profitable.

To help with expenses as you shift your life to its next phase, the Crown will be gifting to you a small stipend each month for the next five years. By the end of that time, you should be well settled into the estates of Karrousia, a small earldom northwest of Kansz City along the banks of the mighty Missoia River. When you come for the Winter Solstice Festival here in Ago City, we'll discuss that in greater detail. I ask that you hold this last gift close to your chest for now.

With Full Regards and Hopes,

His Imperial Majesty, Emperor of the Empire of Akadia,

Kansz III."

"What's it say?" Henry leaned over his drink with an eager expression. "Read it to to us."

"Not all of this can be read aloud," said Kyle. "However, I think the first two paragraphs can be."

"Maybe just gave the highlights, Kyle," said Charlie, who leaned in and folded the paper over to hide the contents. "From what I saw, it's far more personal than the one we got at the house."

Kyle thought about what he'd read for a moment before speaking. "The emperor does in fact name me as a Lord of the Empire, and that he's arranged a military aide for me. I've been invited to Ago City, and possibly the palace there, for the winter solstice festivities this year. Now, I think my break is over."

"I've a matter to discuss with your lordship before you return to work," said Zach as several customers moaned in disappointment. "Privately, please."

"Take another fifteen minutes," said Cindy with a smile. "Maybe change into clean clothes while you're at it."

"Thanks." Kyle took the emperor's letter from his brother and stood up. "Follow me, Zach."

A minute later, Kyle started undressing as he walked into his apartment. Heading back to his bedroom, Kyle said, "Take a seat while I put this away and change clothes. All I can smell is milk."

Zach followed up to the bedroom door. Leaning against the frame he watched as Kyle stripped off all of his clothes. Once Kyle was naked, Zach held out a folded piece of paper almost identical to the one now laying on Kyle's dresser. "My letter of introduction, your lordship."

"Lordship. So strange to hear," said Kyle as he stepped over and took the letter. The wax seal holding it closed resembled one from the emperor. Turning it over, he found his name written out in very ornate script, Kyle Landon Cooper, Lord Royale. Finally, he broke the seal and unfolded the letter.

As Kyle read the letter, Zach dropped to his knees and started licking and exploring the folds of Kyle's foreskin wrapped dick. While his tongue worked Kyle's cock, Zach's hands squeezed and massaged Kyle's large balls. With each heartbeat, Zach swallowed inch after rapidly growing inch of cock.

Scanning the contents, select words and phrases stuck out. "Highly organized" and "top of his class" competed with "assigned to you" and "doubles as a personal bodyguard." Folding the letter, Kyle looked down at Zach and said, "Are you really willing to die for me, Zach?"

Holding a thumbs up at Kyle, Zach forced his muzzle to the base of Kyle's cock. His eyes rolled up into his head as Kyle felt the lion's throat tighten around his huge cock even as fingers from both hands pushed up into Kyle's pussy.

"I love feeling your heart beating against my cock," said Kyle as he shuddered with a rapidly approaching climax. "Oh fuck. Not the purr. Shit."

Kyle grabbed Zach's head and ground the lion's muzzle into his crotch. His balls ached and then pulled up as they shot what felt like a massive load straight into lion's belly. His pussy quivered, and then spasmed as he shot and shot his spunk down Zach's throat.

"Oh gods," moaned Kyle as he bent over with his knees locked. "I so fucking missed you."

Zach pulled off of Kyle's cock, his rapid breathing washing down the length of the monstrously long cock. "You are now and always have been the most important person in my life, Kyle,"

Leaning over, Kyle pulled Zach up as he pressed their lips together. "God, I wish I had time to fuck you. Oh, will you get in trouble if we have sex?"

"I informed my commander of our relationship," said Zach, who stood up grasping Kyle's face with his wet hands. "I didn't say it was sex only or that it had ended, just left him with the perception that we were dating. He suggested that might have influenced the emperor's decision in choosing me."

The apartment door banged open. Jumping, Kyle started to pull Zach behind him. However, Zach put a hand Kyle's chest, stopping him.

"Stay here, my lord," said Zach as he reached under his jacket and headed to the front room.

"You." Mark yelled from the apartment's front room.

"Don't you fucking know how to knock, asshole?" Zach shouted back. "I could have killed you."

Kyle listened to the pair argue as he went into the bathroom connected to his bedroom. He felt ill at ease while quickly wiping himself down. Deciding it was because he couldn't make out exactly what the pair said, Kyle focused on getting as much of the milk stench off of himself as possible. Stepping out to get dressed, he clearly heard Mark.

"He's mine, lion," said Mark with a low growl. "Stay away from my bull."

"Oh, hell no," muttered Kyle. Forgetting his clothes, Kyle walked out into the front room. Mark held Zach by the front of his uniform while the lion bared his teeth at the wolf. His apartment door stood open with Charlie and Henry standing watching Mark and Zach.

Kyle strode over to the pair and grabbed both by the neck. Lifting both up onto their toes, Kyle pushed them apart to arm's length from himself. Mark and Zach clutched at Kyle's hand, trying to loosen his grip.

Thankful Zach no longer held his gun, Kyle snarled at Mark, "I belong to no one, Asshole Number One. Got that? We are not officially dating. You do not have any right to demand anyone stay away from me. Got that? I decide whom I date, which anthro I have sex with, and if you barge into my home unannounced and uninvited, I will throw you over the damned river from inside this apartment. Do I make myself clear? Do I?"

Wide-eyed with fear, Mark stopped struggling and nodded his head. Kyle then turned to Zach and hissed, "I don't care who comes barging into my apartment. Don't argue with them. Knock them out and throw them out unless I've given instructions otherwise for specific people. Does that work for you as my aide and bodyguard?"

Zach nodded as he also stood calmly in Kyle's grip. Kyle turned and shoved both guys away from him in the same general direction. Now facing the apartment door, Kyle glared at his brother. "And you, Charlie. Get your friend out of my sight or you can join him across the river."

"I'm not leaving until I say what I came to say," said Mark as he stumbled a few steps. The wolf pulled something out of a pocket and stepped toward Kyle. Dropping to one knee, he held out a small ring box toward Kyle. "I love you with all of my heart and want to be with you until I die, Kyle Cooper. If it means I share you with others, like Zach here, then so be it. Will you marry me?"

Kyle could only stare in shock as Mark opened the small box to reveal a trio of rings. The rustle of clothing and movement beside him drew Kyle's attention.

Zach knelt facing Kyle just as Mark did. He too held out a small box opened to reveal a trio of rings identical to Mark's rings. "Marry us, Lord Cooper. We both love you and want the same thing."

"Your happiness," said Mark.

"You two planned this?" Kyle stepped back so he faced them both. Looking at his brother, Kyle clenched and unclenched his fists. "Did you know about this? This afternoon at home, when I--."

"Nope." Charlie cut him off, his voice shaking nervously. "Henry spilled the beans on the way here. It's your call, Kyle. I'll support you whichever way decide."

The fact Charlie used his name jarred Kyle out of dismissing this as a joke. Everyone was serious. All summer he'd not worried about who he had sex with. Now, two of his fuck buddies wanted to make it permanent.

"Charlie," said Kyle as he spun around and headed for his bedroom, "We need to talk."

"Kyle?" Mark jumped to his feet as Kyle walked away.

"Give him a moment, Mark," said Zach.

Charlie followed Kyle and closed the door behind them. Kyle sat hard on his bed, his head falling onto his hands. Charlie spoke first. "If you don't like it, the emperor will dissolve the marriage. Heck, he might anyway even if you do want to be married to them both."

"So what do I do?" Kyle whined. He hated how pitiful he sounded. He was almost eighteen. He was now a Lord Royale. Lifting his head, he forced himself to look his brother in the eyes. "Am I making a mistake?"

Charlie stood before him and leaned on Kyle's shoulders. "The mistake is running away from what your heart and gut tell you to do. War is likely coming and when you leave here, none of us may return, nor see each other again. I assure you, Mark has loved you since he first saw you. That fool declared to me when we were thirteen that he was going to marry you one day. I've never let him live that down. He'll do his best to make you happy, Kyle. He'll love you, and learn to love Zach. However, if you don't really care about them, and only see them as fuck buddies, then say no and let the emperor pick you a wife or husband."

"That's just it," said Kyle in a soft voice. "After Dean's call, I was relieved. Zach has been on my mind for weeks, but my time with Mark makes me happy as well."

"Sounds like you've decided, little brother," said Charlie with a smirk.

"It's telling mom and dad that scare me," said Kyle. He wanted to lay his head against his brother like he used to do as a kid.

"Don't Tell them," said Charlie standing up. "At least not until after the ceremony. I'll get Cindy to go with us right after work to the temple. I know a priest who will marry you three but keep it quiet and legal. Cindy and I will be the witnesses."

"Gods above," muttered Kyle as he also stood. "I'm so nervous."

"Get some clothes on first, Pussy," laughed Charlie while pulling out clothes for Kyle.

Once Kyle had dressed in slacks and a dress shirt, Charlie stepped out of the bedroom and cleared his throat dramatically. "Kyle Landon Cooper, Lord Royale, deigns to--."

"Now whose being the pussy, brother?" Kyle pushed past Charlie and walked back to Zach and Mark. "My apologies for the momentary existential crisis."

Mark and Zach stepped close and again held out their rings. "So?"

Kyle laid a hand on each box and smiled. "Yes. To both of you."

As tears poured down Mark's face and Zach leaped into his arms, Henry whooped and hollered before ruining over to hug everyone. Charlie's walked over and clapped his hands on Kyle and Mark's shoulders. Kyle leaned in and kissed first one, then the other, but it quickly became a three way kiss.

As they finally broke their kiss, Kyle couldn't help but smile. He felt happy and complete wrapped in the arms of these two men. His summer of fun was ending, but the coming fall was just the start of a lifetime of happiness.