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The music thudded in my skull in spite of me not even being on the same floor of the house as the stereo. My bed and my pillow offered little protection against the noise of the party downstairs, but I couldn't complain, could I? My black ears kept on trying to twitch under the fabric, agitated at the constant noise, but there wasn't much I could do about it.

My boyfriend, a six foot four doberman by the name of Logan had broken some record on the rugby field, and apparently that was enough of a reason for all of his friends to deafen themselves while simultaneously driving their livers into shock with alcohol. I never understood that mentality; I was always studying. A Masters degree at the age of twenty-one demanded full attention and little in the way of adventure or partying. Frankly I was surprised I had been roped into a relationship.

Logan was alright with me staying in our shared room; he understood that big groups made me uncomfortable, and actually insisted that I stay in. Unfortunately it didn't do as much good as he thought it would, the noise was such that I might as well have been down amongst the crowd, but it's the thought that counts, right?­

My black spotted sand coloured fur bristled every time I heard a raucous cheer downstairs. I wasn't about to get up an find Logan to complain since I was clad only in pink short shorts that didn't cover much; a trait of them that the canine found incredibly arousing. A white tank top completed my bedtime ensemble, but I wasn't about to leave my room in it and be gawked at.

With my pillow covering my head, I never heard the door to what should have been the off limits section of the student house swing open and closed. A moment later, a weight settled onto my back, and I could feel the breath of my boyfriend wash over the bottom of my neck. He always took the time to visit me whenever I was avoiding a crowd, which was quite endearing even in the face of his less obvious faults.

An all too familiar bulge pressed against my scantily clad backside next, causing me to let out a huff of exasperation. So it wasn't a 'I hope you're doing alright' visit.

"Don't you have a party to focus on?" I asked, lifting the pillow only enough to free my muzzle so I could speak.

I didn't get a response. Rather, there was a bit of shifting above me, and to my surprise, I felt the fabric of my underwear at the base of my tail get torn open. Logan could be rough at times, but he knew how much I liked my underwear collection. Granted, this was an older pair, but still!

Before I could protest the treatment of my undergarments though, the tip of his cock pressed against my tailhole, and my muzzle shut as fast as it had opened. I resigned myself to another night of being mounted by my drunken doberman, not that I terribly minded him doing so every now and then. I just wish it had been on a different night.

The first two inches of Logan's cock spread me open enough for him to be comfortable enough to thrust half of his remaining length into my backside. I gasped and whimpered, but most of that was muffled by the pillow still over my head.

"Easy!" I winced as I adjusted to the shaft inside me. Luckily he produced enough precum that lubrication quickly became a non-issue, and in no time, a lot less time than I had expected actually, I felt two large orbs smack against my taint as he bottomed out inside me. Perhaps his cock was affected by whatever alcohol was in his system, but it just didn't feel the same as it normally did.

Several seconds of savouring the doberman's throbbing meat hilted firmly in my backside, I felt him pull back, two strong hands bringing my hips with his to keep us locked together. The pillow fell from my paws and off of my head so my hands could grip the bedsheets below us as Logan began to thrust quickly and forcefully into my ass. I could feel the fabric around the hole in my underwear get damp with precum, but I was too busy working to relax myself at the sudden roughness to truly care anymore.

Feminine moans and whimpers escaped my throat and I had to turn my head to the side to get some semblance of comfort in my current position. I couldn't see Logan through the darkness of our room, but the light filtering in from the crack below the door gave me a faint silhouette of his body.

The drunken canine was panting and grunting almost like a feral, which, I can't lie, was immensely arousing. His silhouette was hunched over my upturned ass, shifting and jolting with each hard thrust he forced on me.

Something seemed off about him, but I was willing to chalk that up to whatever he had been drinking and the mood I had been in since the onset of the house party. He would finish himself off soon, and would either remain tied with me until he felt like rejoining the party, or he'd remain tied with me and pass out. I've experienced both with Logan, so I didn't terribly care one way or another.

Five minutes passed before I felt his thrusts become erratic and short, a much quicker climax than I was used to even from the drunk version of my boyfriend. Another thing that struck me as wrong even as I yelped out at his last hard ass smacking thrusts was the distinct lack of the feeling of being tied to his canine knot.

Logan's knot was huge, and never an easy thing for me to take, but I didn't even feel a bump this time.

The warm jizz filling my rectum soothed me physically, but inside my mind, I was confused beyond reason. Then the light of a phones camera lit up his glistening shaft as he withdrew from my damp tailhole, and in that moment of bright white light as he took the picture, my heart froze.

Golden fur was illuminated instead of Logan's black and brown, along with the long tail of the retriever it belonged to. I recognized him as one of my boyfriend's mates, not another rugby player, but the fellow gym-goer and party animal named Dez.

"What the fu-" My cry of outrage was silenced by the canine's hand clamping down around my muzzle, silencing me.

"Shush, Kyle." Dez said, his words slurred as he slapped my backside. "I really needed to unload and the chicks weren't biting tonight."

'So you raped me?!' I growled into his hand, tears welling up at the corners of my eyes as I began running through every horrendous situation this could lead to.

"I think I'm not your only customer, either."

Those words made my eyes widen in fear, more so when the door to my room opened again and a larger male entered.

"I got him all warmed up." Dez said, maintaining his grip on my muzzle while moving off of the bed itself. "Rumours were true. He's tight as hell!"

"Nice." The deep voice of my next attacker sent a shiver down my spine, but I was horrified to notice that my feline cock was dripping and throbbing in the pouch of my underwear. The shiver that went down my spine as the new male knelt behind me on the bed wasn't one of fear or hatred either, this was exciting.

This male I couldn't identify, but when his large hands came to rest on my hips, coupled with his apparent familiarity with Dez, I could only assume he was another of Logan's friends. I couldn't keep track of them all.

I moaned in spite of myself as a large blunt head pressed against my exposed tailhole, spreading me open for a second time with the assistance of the golden retriever's cum leaking from me. I was at least thankful that this shaft wasn't the one to break me open first.

"Oh hell yes..." The newcomer moaned as he forced more of his thick cock past my aching ring. It certainly wasn't a canine shaft, but for all I knew it could have been a canine with a non-canine package... 'What am I talking about? I'm getting raped here!'

I shook my head only as much as Dez's grip would allow me, trying to free myself and pull away from the two, but they held me firmly in place thanks to their superior size and strength.

"Still has some fight in him." The new male said as he plunged several more inches of his dick into me. The sudden intrusion left me momentarily paralyzed as I struggled to accommodate his size, and once again, to my own shock, I found myself craving more of it.

"His ass is too good, I didn't stand a chance." Dez laughed. I was idly amused at how he was able to joke about how short his ride had been. "Stuff the slut full and you'll see what I mean."

"Man, I think I already do." The other replied as he bottomed out in my ass. A large pair of orbs rested against my privates; balls the size of plums that set my muzzle to watering. "Fuuuuuck..."

"Right?" Dez chuckled. "You've got the bitch drooling in my hand, too!"

I hated myself for being so turned on at my situation. The front of my underwear was damp with my precum, but the area around the tear in the back was soaked.

A light came on, the same camera light that Dez had used to capture my violation for his amusement. The way the grinning retriever was holding it told me instantly that it was on video mode as what turned out to be a donkey I didn't recognize began pulling his thick shaft back.

He was on the thicker side of muscle; sacrificing the appeal of clean cut abs and biceps in preference for bulk. He wasn't typically my type, but the twenty-something year old didn't care about that.

"Don't try anything, slut." Dez said, lifting my upper body so that I was now resting on my hands and knees. I glared at him, but he simply kept smiling as he shook my muzzle lightly left and right. "All it'll take is one video text to Logan. Now, you've got another customer to tend to."

I hadn't noticed the bedroom door opening again, but that was because it hadn't. Dez stood up, releasing my muzzle only to press his hard shaft into my face, matting my fur with his still wet length. It wasn't as impressive as Logan's canine cock, or as thick as the donkey sliding in and out of me at a steady pace, but to my mind, a dick was a dick, and I wanted it.

My lips parted as I slid his shaft into my muzzle, the taste of his cum mixed with my own personal flavour made me wince slightly. That momentary distraction was all the invitation the golden retriever needed to force his hips forward while grabbing a rough hold of my ears and pulling my head into his crotch.

His balls slapped against my throat, and the head of his cock shot a generous wad of precum down the back of my throat, and for a moment, I was unable to feel the large cock slapping wetly into my ass. While Dez's shaft wasn't nearly the biggest, it still tickled the back of my throat oddly, and I was thankful that during the first month of our relationship, Logan had broken me free of my gag reflex.

I moaned pathetically as the two males bred me. Precum mixed with Dez's first load was running down my inner thighs as the fabric of my torn underwear could no longer absorb any more liquid, and I felt droplets of saliva and pre falling from my parted lips.

I was in heaven. Consequences be damned I was loving every moment of being stuffed from both ends. Even the periodic flash of Dez's camera did nothing to dampen the sheer physical pleasure I was experiencing. Logan never entered my mind, even as the bedroom door opened again.

"Hey Alan!" Dez said cheerfully, gripping my ears and holding my head motionless with my nose buried in his crotch. "Come to have a go?"

"I didn't think I'd be late to the party." The leopard said, stepping up beside Dez and looking down at me. "I thought he'd have put up more of a struggle."

"I think he thought I was his boyfriend." The retriever chuckled as he humped roughly into my muzzle. The ache in my jaw was offset by the throbbing numbness of my entire backside as the donkey hilted himself in me fully, moaning loudly as he released a torrent of cum into my bowels. "And after Tony, I don't think he'll have the strength to do much struggling."

"Shit..." The donkey, apparently named Tony, sighed as he came down from his post-orgasm high. He held on tightly to my hips and made no move to withdraw from my ass, but I wasn't complaining at that point because I was too busy swallowing a second load from Dez's throbbing dick.

"You weren't lying, man." Tony panted as his shaft began to slacken and slip from my backside. "This is an ass I'd want to pound every damn night."

Another flash lit up the room as the donkey's flared head flopped from my abused tailhole, dragging a large amount of cum along with it, and another one still went off as Dez pulled his still twitching cock from my mouth to empty the rest of his load over the bridge of my muzzle. Their hands were the only things that were keeping up on all fours at that point, and when Dez let go, I face planted into the bed, gasping and panting for air and in sorrow as I was left dripping and empty.

Alan took up Dez's position quickly enough, but instead of lifting me back up, the leopard rolled me onto my back with Tony's help. I wasn't surprised at the large damp area on my duvet, but I was far too intoxicated on what was happening to truly care.

My head hung off the edge of the bed, and my vision was suddenly filled with two white orbs large enough to rival the donkey between my legs and a thick shaft that came close to at least eight and a half inches. Alan's heavy sack nearly covered my eyes, letting me catch the sight of yet another flash of light from Dez's phone.

I whimpered again, but the sound was quickly muffled by Alan's shaft pressing its way past my lips and into my throat. Even though Logan had brutalized my gag reflex into non-existence, the leopards shaft roused the ghost of it.

My hands shakily rose to rest on the leopard's strong thighs as the feline began grinding himself into my muzzle. More flashes, I could only assume another video of me slurping over the slab of meat between my lips... I was almost certain that I would come to regret this but at that moment I didn't want anything to end.

Unfortunately it did end, and while it seemed too soon from my perspective, I had been deep throating Alan for a solid ten minutes. I'd likely have no voice come morning.

Alan painted my throat and the inside of my muzzle, pulling back just in time to shoot the last several ropes of his load over my chest and stomach. I had less than zero energy left. I had been exhausted since Tony rode my backside, but now I was nearly catatonic. My three assaulters were talking amongst themselves, though I couldn't make out any of what they were saying, just as I was barely aware of the last few flashes of phone cameras.

It took several minutes, or perhaps much longer, to drag myself back into my original position on the bed. Staring at the ceiling as a wash of emotion finally broke through the haze of lust. A few tears rolled down my cheeks, but I didn't feel like truly crying. Sure I had just been violated, but why did I feel so... okay with it?

Blissful unconsciousness took me swiftly, much to my relief. The problems I would face tomorrow could wait until tomorrow.

**

It had been two weeks since three of my boyfriend's gym pals had forced themselves on me during one of their parties.

The morning after the 'event', I had managed to play on Logan's confusion when he woke up. Evidently he had joined me in bed well after I had passed out. In the morning when he saw the state of the sheets and of my fur, I had managed to convince him that, in his drunken state the night before, he had been quite worked up and took it out on me.

Seeing my matted fur, he had actually apologized, claiming he couldn't remember a shred of what he had done and even offered to take me to the shower to clean me up himself. That was right up until his hangover caught up with him and he had to make a beeline for the bathroom himself.

By the time he had finished, his bout of good nature had disappeared and he was back to snoring amongst the sheets without a second thought. I took advantage of his state and showered, getting dressed and grabbing my books to head to class as quickly as I could.

I still couldn't wrap my head around what I was feeling.

I didn't feel guilty about lying to Logan. A large part of my mind told me that it was a sort of payback for all of the dates he had stood me up on, or the parties he had dragged me to just to abandon me in order to drink with his friends. The worst thing he had done was interrupting my study times just to get his rocks off, ignoring my protests and stress just for his own enjoyment.

That certainly helped with my own attempts to justify why I didn't come forward with the truth. It also made the enjoyment of what had happened a lot more understandable. Maybe I could get through all of this, put it all behind me and move on as if nothing had happened.

That's what life was all about, right? Experiencing new things, the good and the bad, and growing as a result?

Throughout the day, my brain continued working to put my soul at ease, and it did a remarkable job of justifying it all. I had always been good at settling things emotionally; that was probably the reason I had been able to stay with Logan for so long.

Of course, things never go quite so smoothly.

A single text shook me from the comfort zone I had worked myself back into.

'Newton Building. Room 203. Now.'

Apparently Dez had put his number in my phone at some point during the night, I could only guess that it was for blackmail purposes or to attempt to get in my pants again. Naturally I was right given the photo he sent not ten seconds later.

The picture was one of me on my back with Alan's package pressed firmly down my throat while Tony rested his cock between my legs. Now that I could actually see all of the details, I couldn't help but feel... aroused.

Alan had a beautiful ass; the product of years of playing soccer, and seeing his large balls just barely visible between his legs made me quiver a little. Tony, though I could only see his package resting between my legs and his muscle-gut, looked just as tantalizing. His equine phallus glistened from the flash of the camera and it made my muzzle water, even knowing that moments before, it had been plowing into my backside.

It didn't take me long to get to Newton Hall, and throughout the short time I had to walk I couldn't help but notice that I wasn't dreading whatever Dez had planned. I was looking forward to it. I was already stirring below the belt, and I couldn't stop the images of lewd acts from racing through my mind. I hadn't felt this truly turned on in ages.

Room 203 was easy to find, situated on the second floor above the main entrance of Newton Hall. Scarcely anyone else was in the building this late in the day, but I still felt nervous as I reached out for the door handle. I paused.

That night, three males had forced themselves on me. Now? This was me making a conscious decision to sleep with one of my boyfriends friends. Would I be able to justify this to myself?

The windowless door opened quietly into a small dimly lit lecture room. Thirty or so could fit comfortably among the tiered levels of chairs and desks, and the massive whiteboards at the front bore the stains of years of use. I had joked to myself that I would find the devious retriever sitting behind the professor's desk, and there he was, feet kicked onto the large wooden desk while he reclined in the old office chair behind it.

His six inches of cock was exposed, resting back against the bare golden fur of his stomach. He had made himself comfortable in here, clearly. His shirt was resting on the desk, and his pants were fully open as he stroked himself while looking at his phone. The dog's ears perked up when I stepped into the room, and the grin that spread across his muzzle made me shiver in a not entirely unpleasant way. The door clicked shut behind me.

"Knew you wouldn't say no," The retriever stood up, his dripping cock bobbing between his legs above his low hanging sack. "Come on then, you're here, so you must really want it,"

"That's poor reasoning," I said, dropping my bag against the wall and crossing my arms across my chest. I may have found myself being really into what was happening, but I still couldn't stand Dez. "Maybe I'm here to tell you off. To say that I don't care if you send those videos and pictures to Logan since then you'd have to explain to him why you were a part of it all,"

Dez lost his smile.

"Well, now the first place those videos get sent will be to the public forums," He threatened, trying to regain control of the situation. "How would future employers react after seeing what you do on your down time once the videos spread across the internet?"

I winced inwardly. That threat cowed me slightly, but I still couldn't stand this dog having such power over my future. I worked hard to get to where I was, and I wasn't about to let an athlete who got in on scholarship and had zero other requirements to maintain his status get the better of me. The world was made for the intelligent, even if people only cared about celebrity.

"Then I would have one of two options," I started calmly. "My major is in psychology. I could easily start a paper on the subject of gay tendencies among macho straight students and use the videos and pictures as evidence of a deeper longing guys like you harbor. Why else would you be calling me when you've had so many women across campus? Why else would you have been so turned on at the sight of your donkey friend fucking me? There's a lot going on here, Dez, and I am more than capable of dragging it all out into the light,"

His cock was already retreating into his sheath halfway through my counter, and it made me smile.

"Or, though I don't think it would be nearly as enlightening or enjoyable for me," I continued. "I could play the rape card. You have all the evidence, and you'd share it with the world. That would be all I'd need. Even if you didn't get convicted, that label would follow you to your grave, not to mention Alan and Tony. If you want that kind of attention, be my guest."

Dez was silent. Clearly this hadn't been what he was expecting to happen, and to be honest, it sort of came out of nowhere for me as well. I don't know where that well of defiance came from. Whether it was my refusal to let Dez control me or every other incident of neglect and lack of caring from Logan finally tipping me over the breaking point, I couldn't tell.

Honestly, though? I was still rock hard, and I knew that Dez had wanted to get his rocks off anyways. The ball was definitely in my court, and I made my move.

I left my bag sitting by the wall and stepped up to the dazed retriever, reaching down to take a hold of his sack with my left hand, and the half of his cock that was still exposed with my right.

"Wh- what are you doing?" He stammered, still unbalanced by my little tirade.

"You wanted me here for a reason," I said matter-of-factly. "And I wanted to come,"

Honesty didn't seem like a bad move on my part, especially considering if he tried to use my admission against me, he wouldn't be believed. Not with every other piece of ammunition of his I could turn against him.

In spite of how he must have been feeling, his shaft knew what it wanted. My nimble fingers were able to coax it out fully in a matter of moments, likely because he had been playing with himself since he sent that text to me. Without waiting for his approval, I dropped to my knees, a part of myself I hadn't known I possessed pushing me to take full advantage of the cock on display in spite of my existing relationship without guilt or hesitation.

His scent was familiar, and I pressed my muzzle into the crevice between his balls and his thigh to inhale it deeply. I could vaguely recall Alan smelling intoxicating, but Dez had his own uniqueness, though I still couldn't help but wish it was the leopard in front of me. He was bigger and thicker, but the retriever at least had the energy, not to mention the chance for more than one round if the night of the assault was anything to go by.

The dog let out a groan as I slipped his shaft into my muzzle. I slid down its length slowly, finally getting the chance to trace the veins and contours until my nose was buried in the thicker pubic fur at its base. I felt a spurt of pre hit the back of my throat moments before his tip reached as far back as it could.

It seemed as though Dez had recovered from the threats I had made and the sinking of his ideas of complete control over me. One of his hands made its way to the back of my head, pushing my muzzle as far into his crotch as possible. Why would he have any reason to hold back now? I told him that I wanted to do this, so in spite of his blackmail idea failing, he still had me submitting to him.

Both of his hands now took hold of me, and his hips began bucking back and forth. I no longer needed to bob on his cock, he was happily muzzle-fucking me while I massaged his balls. They were already pulling up against his body, and his grunts were sounding more desperate. True to my previous experiences with the dog, he wouldn't last much longer.

Several more moments of grunting and thrusting, of strands of saliva and pre swinging from the corners of my mouth, and he started growling. His grip on my head hurt, but I pushed that aside in light of his impending climax.

"Fuck!" He shouted, burying my face in his crotch and releasing his cum into the back of my throat.

The dog produced enough that I was unable to simply swallow it as it came, so I was able to finally taste the salty tang of his seed as it spread throughout my mouth. I let none of it escape, and I ensured I cleaned every twitching inch of his cock so when I was finally allowed to pull back, it glistened only with my saliva.

"God damnit," He growled, panting. I idly thought his attempt at such a power play over my life was some compensation to how quickly he could be brought to climax. Perhaps I could track down some of the girls he slept with and ask about it.

"You can go more than once," I said, standing up and hooking my fingers into my pants to pull them down. "So I'm not complaining,"

It felt odd to be reassuring Dez of all people, especially considering what he had done two weeks ago, but seeing his eyes light up when I pulled my pants down made it worth it. Another glob of pre dripped from the tip of his cock as he took in the sight of me standing in just my t-shirt and pair of lace panties Logan liked seeing me in.

Whatever guilt I had felt when the three jocks had taken turns on me that night two weeks ago was gone as I placed my hands on the desk and lifted my tail. My wolf neglected me most of the time in every facet of our relationship aside from sex, and since Dez snuck into my room that night, something vengeful had been awoken inside me.

The golden retriever certainly had no compunctions about screwing his friends boyfriend. He slipped his shaft between my pert cheeks, staining my panties before pulling them off to one side. The tip of his cock found my tailhole easily enough, and the saliva drenched length dulled the pain as he roughly shoved himself past my ring. Dez was halfway inside me before his hands moved from my hips up to my shoulders.

He pulled me back, driving me the rest of the way down onto his cock. I yelped. I couldn't stop myself.

"Fucking take it you little shit," The dog growled, shoving me down onto the desk while he started bucking his hips. He wasn't being gentle, but luckily, Logan had an aggressive streak as well as a larger package, so if he was trying to get back at me for shooting down his plans, he would be disappointed.

Still, I rather enjoyed it, and I whimpered as I was expected to. He was already losing his steady pace, and I couldn't help but look forward to being filled with his second load. That's when the door to the classroom opened, and my entire body tensed, which helped propel Dez closer to his end.

Alexander Chambers, a fellow egghead in the mental sciences with the body of a swimmer walked into the room, completely unphased by what he saw in front of him.

The six foot tall deer dropped his gym bag next to mine, a hand resting on his hip as he took in the sight of Dez plowing me. The dog didn't even slow down.

"Sorry I'm late," Alex said, chuckling. "Figured you'd get along fine without me anyways,"

Dez only grunted as he continued humping into me. The deer, who I actually knew from several shared classes, walked in front of the desk and looked down at me.

"So much for me thinking you were a goody-two-shoes," He chuckled, making no attempt to hide the bulge forming in the front of his pants. "I don't mean that as an insult, I'm just surprised. You didn't strike me as the type for this,"

I could only wince and whimper as Dez powered into me from behind, still pulling me back against his hard thrusts. I had touched a nerve with him it seemed, but it hardly mattered now.

"Always wanted a piece of you myself, not going to lie," Alex continued, leaning down to lift my muzzle so I was looking straight into his deep brown eyes. "When Dez invited me along to stuff a guy in a classroom, I certainly didn't imagine it was going to be you,"

He leaned forward and kissed me. It distracted me from the jolts traveling up and down my spine from Dez's fucking for a few moments because of how tender it was. My eyes were half lidded, but from what I could see, Alex was genuinely enjoying the intimate moment in spite of the golden retriever pounding me from behind.

"FUCK!" Dez shouted, slamming himself in one last time to pump his second load of cum into my ass. After his abuse, there was no way to keep his load from spilling out around his engorged flesh. I could feel it running down my inner thighs and the back of my trapped package, and I moaned into the kiss Alex continued to hold me in.

"Bitches ass is all yours," The golden retriever panted after several long moments of holding himself still. He pulled his cock from me roughly, eliciting a whimper from my throat and an audible pop from under my tail. "I've got somewhere to be,"

Alex didn't seem to acknowledge the dog's quick retreat from the room, too preoccupied with leaning forward over top of me. His free hand slid down my back and under my panties, his fingers immediately soaked with Dez's cum as he gently prodded my abused hole. I moaned at both the gentle attentions of the deers fingers and the proximity of his bulging crotch to my muzzle.

"I doubt either of us want to stop right now," Alex said, pulling his fingers from my stretched ass and standing up straight again. He fed his fingers into my muzzle and I found myself happily licking them clean. "I'm not as brutish as him though, so any time you want me to stop, just say so,"

"And if I said no right now?" I asked, looking up at him. I enjoyed spending time with the deer during class and on a few occasions outside of studying, but I was still surprised to see him here, obviously invited by the dog that had assaulted and tried to blackmail me.

"I'm not a douche," Alex laughed, his hands resting on the edge of the desk while he looked down at me. "My dick doesn't tell me what to do, in spite of how it influenced me to accept an invitation from a sort-of-buddy to a three-way in an empty classroom. If you say no though, I'm still going to ask you out for coffee,"

I wasn't expecting that. He had been nothing but friendly to me in the past, and I certainly didn't believe he would fuck me unless I wanted him to. I didn't truly know him, but he didn't strike me as the type.

"You're not going to use your mental tricks on me," I chuckled, waving my tail behind me and giving the deer a genuine smile. "But you can certainly use something else,"

That was all he needed.

His thumbs pulled down the front of his shorts and the underwear beneath, causing a shiver to run down my spine at the sight it exposed. An equine cock, a gift of his father's equine genes, complete with medial ring and mushroom head, hung over two balls the size of oranges. The size of the entire package put even Logan to shame and I immediately felt nervous.

"You won't regret this," Alex chuckled, seeing my expression as I took in the sight before me. "I know I certainly won't,"

His hooves clopped on the floor as he made his way behind me, and I couldn't help but push myself up on my hands so I could turn my head to watch what was about to happen. Alex took a hold of my hips, looking down and savouring the sight of my used tailhole. His massive shaft twitched, bouncing between his legs as it reached full mast. Even then, though, it was too heavy to stand up. It hung horizontally, and Alex gave another flex just to show off.

"You look good like this, you know," He said, one hand sliding up my side and up to my shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "Can't blame Dez for wanting to record it all,"

He gripped the base of his shaft, slapping it down between my cheeks before dragging it downwards, gathering Dez's cum from under my tail and from between my thighs. He took a hold of my panties and pulled them halfway down my thighs before starting to stroke himself. The deer smeared Dez's spunk over his entire length, and I actually found myself wishing the dog was still around given how much he was able to put out.

"Ready, my dear cheetah?" He asked, leaning in to my ear as the blunt head of his cock found purchase against my aching hole.

"Y-yes," I replied, pressing myself back against him.

The head of his thick shaft popped into me, and it felt like Logan's knot was spreading me open. I gasped, my entire body convulsing as more and more of his cock slid forward. When I tilted my head back to groan loudly, Alex took the opening and buried his muzzle into my neck, kissing and licking as he continued to claim me.

As his cock entered me, the pressure inside me increased. What remained of Dez's load was either forced out around the thick pulsing flesh to drip down my thighs, or simply pushed deeper into me. The first sign that the deer had hilted himself was the feeling of his huge balls bumping into my own sack, a feeling I relished for only a few moments before collapsing forward onto the desk.

"A little much?" Alex asked, following me down to nip gently at my neck while humping gently into me.

"Just... perfect..." Was all I was able to vocalize.

"Mmm," The deer moaned into my ear, pulling out slightly farther each time he ground his hips against me. One of his arms slipped under my torso, cutting across my chest to take a hold of my shoulder to help steady me while he penetrated my tailhole. His thrusts were getting longer, and each push into me was steadily getting harder and harder.

I whimpered and mewled, my long spotted tail coiling around Alex's midriff while he picked up his pace. Lewd smacking noises reached my ears, though I could hardly focus on it with the deer panting heavily next to me. His heavy balls were slapping against my taint, thoroughly soaking the fur of both of our crotches as canine jizz was pulled and squeezed from my backside.

I was in heaven already, but I was even more elated when the arm that Alex had wrapped across my chest shifted, and his hand closed firmly around my throat. Logan had done this on occasion, enjoying how I would tense up and become little more than a sleeve for him to continue riding. Much like those other occasions, I took hold of Alex's hand with both of mine, hugging his arm to my chest.

He squeezed again, keeping my body flush against his before biting down on the nape of my neck. I didn't imagine he would be so aggressive, but I loved the strength of his fingers cutting off the easy flow of air to my lungs. The deer's breathing was getting ragged, and I was faintly aware of drool running from his mouth and over my shoulder. I ached to have him finish, and I knew that if we both had the energy for it, I would be ready for a second round straight away.

As Alex grew closer and closer to his climax, his grip on my neck tightened and my breathing was almost completely cut off. I grew desperate for air as each hard wet thrust forced the wind from my lungs, but not nearly as desperate as I was for the deer to fill me with his load. Moments before black spots started to appear in my vision, I felt his jaw clench tighter than before.

An overwhelming heat filled me before I became aware of the increased pressure on my insides. Alex's hooves clopped hard on the ground as he tried in vain to bury his dick even deeper into me, lifting my feet entirely off the floor. His grip on my neck didn't loosen until he started coming down from his orgasm, and even then, it was only enough that I could draw a proper breath only with great effort.

It took minutes, no less than ten though I wasn't entirely coherent enough to tell exactly, for him to stop biting into my neck. The weight of the larger male pinning me to the desk below us was familiar, but somehow more comforting than it would have been if it was Logan. Alex was being attentive and gentle, a rarity for my wolf boyfriend, licking my neck where he had bitten me and massaging my throat with the hand that had nearly caused me to black out.

I had been so absorbed in the intensity of the deer's rutting that I hadn't even realized I had cum myself, painting the floor beneath the desk with ropes of my own seed.

Normally, I didn't care to get myself off. I lived to make sure Logan did, and knowing I had done so was more enjoyable to me than anything, but here I had climaxed without so much as touching myself. As we both came down from our highs, I became aware of just how exhausted I had become, the idea of an immediate second round before seeming such a sure thing, now appearing more and more daunting a prospect.

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to stay just like this for the rest of the day," Alex chuckled breathlessly, nuzzling into my neck. "But we should get you cleaned up so I can take you out for coffee,"

"I... I don't think it would be possible to clean up after this," I replied, smiling as I writhed under the deer's weight. "I've got more cum in me than blood right now. I'll be dripping all day,"

He laughed, sitting up and pulling me with him. He carried me over to the chair, sitting down on it and keeping me firmly impaled on his softening cock. At that moment, I couldn't think of a more comfortable place than the deer's lap, and I happily, if weakly, pressed myself down against him.

"There's a gym towel in my bag," Alex embraced me from behind, sitting up straight to hold me against him. "Then we can stop by my apartment for a proper clean. After that, I'm taking you out, and we're going to talk about what's going on,"

"Why the interest?" I asked, turning my head to look back at him. It was a shame to ruin such an intense coupling with talk of my relationship status. "You were quite happy to take advantage of the situation, not that I'm complaining,"

"Because while I may not be a close friend," The deer started, giving me a gentle tap on the nose and maintaining his smile. "I still enjoy your company enough to want to make sure you're okay with doing all of this,"

"Maybe Logan and I agreed to an open relationship?" I proposed.

"That wolf? Letting someone else play with his toys?" Alex scoffed. "I highly doubt it from what I know. No, I think you hit your breaking point with him. I'll admit I took advantage here, but, well..."

We leaned back in the chair, and I turned my muzzle to look at Alex, trying to read his expression. He was blushing, something I had never seen him do over the course of our interactions, and he seemed genuinely struggling to find the right words for whatever he wanted to say. Suddenly, the way he had talked about Logan a moment before made more sense.

"You're jealous of him," I said, unable to keep from chuckling slightly. "I had no idea,"

"I didn't think you would notice a deer pining from afar," Alex shared in the merth. "Never have been good at broaching the subject to anyone. People aren't really meant for pure monogamy, but I will admit that I feel a lot more protective of you than any of my closer friends,"

"Maybe this isn't the place to talk about it," I nuzzled into his neck, feeling a sort of comfort I hadn't felt in ages. "The tenderness of the moment is kind of ruined by the fact that you're still rearranging my insides and I'm drooling cum all over your lap,"

As if on cue, Alex's shaft softened just enough to slip from my tail hole, and we let out a shared moan as his sensitive flesh became exposed to the air and I was suddenly feeling incredibly empty. The sound of it had me twitching back to attention, but as soon as I managed to stand up, I found myself nearly falling over. I caught myself on the desk, and was honestly surprised to find Alex reaching out to steady me as well.

"Come on, let's go get you cleaned up," The deer stood, making sure I was okay before retrieving the towel from his gym bag and taking it upon himself to clean me.

His caring attention was completely at odds with what I was used to, and I won't lie, it started making me consider finally breaking things off with Logan. The occasional good romantic deed now seemed like far from enough to make up for the parties, the interruptions to my studies for sex, the stand ups at the movies, at restaurants just... everything.

It was certainly interesting how sex could both befuddle and simultaneously clear the mind. I was eager to see how much more I could learn, and how much clearer my thoughts could become.