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Even though I knew what the only thing I could do was, I was hesitant. Hesitant and terrified. At least I was a fair distance away from home, still burning gasoline, so I had time to play out how I should approach the situation. Should I just admit to my misdeeds immediately?

"James, I've cheated on you," I'd say, looking as submissive and regretful as I possibly could. Not that I wasn't both of those things, but I'd have to make damn sure it was obvious. I pictured myself with folded ears and my tail tucked between my legs. But how would the wolf react? I knew he wouldn't get _violent,_nothing like that, but we'd never really talked about even having an open relationship. There was nothing for me to go off.

Maybe he'd just dump me then and there. Maybe that was what I deserved. That didn't seem like him, but he probably wouldn't like the fact that his little vixen had let someone else breed her. Or maybe he would. Maybe it'd really turn him on to imagine me getting mounted by other males, and he'd be all into the idea of sharing me with the hyena and others. Just the thought of that was enough to make my sheath swell despite the anxiety. It was wishful thinking at best, though. I couldn't imagine him being okay with it, somehow.

I went through the worst case scenario. James would be unable to forgive what I did, and we'd split up, going our separate ways in life. I couldn't stomach the thought of trying to find someone new, or of living in this shithole alone while doing it. The wolf was my rock, something steady I could always lean on when I needed balance. Everything I needed. We were soulmates, really, not just sexually but emotionally as well. Had I really thrown all that away because of mere lust? I slapped the steering wheel in anger. Yeah, the hyena was really good at pushing my buttons - in fact, the lowly, primal side of me already wanted to ride him again, to accept another one of this warm, virile loads into my body - but it was no excuse. Everyone wanted things in life that they couldn't have, shouldn't have, and everyone else managed to keep their dicks and pussies in their pants just fine. At least most people did, surely, even in the present day. Or if they couldn't, they'd fucking talk about it with their partners and reach an understanding. My own weakness felt unique, profound and overwhelming.

I pulled into our driveway, the throaty growl of my car finally ceasing with what seemed like a sigh of relief. But I felt like an alien here, like everything was made of plastic and this wasn't really my home anymore, nor would it be my husband waiting inside. I was an intruder somewhere I didn't belong, or maybe had belonged a long time ago, but it felt like I haven't been there in ages. I shook my head as I stepped outside, and took a deep breath to steel myself. This was it, the moment of truth.

James was sitting in the living room, looking rather drained after a long day. Sometimes, even he didn't have the energy to fuck anymore after getting home. Life took a lot out of you.

I sat down next to him with a sigh, and got straight to it. I really didn't know what else to say, and I knew he appreciated openness and frankness. I told him that I'd been unfaithful but regretted it, that I wouldn't do it again. His expression didn't change at first, but then his ears twitched a little bit. They didn't fold or droop, just... twitched.

"With who?" he asked, not showing any emotion.

"This... hyena, at work, he was just too insistent..." I stammered. I didn't know how to approach the situation when he wasn't giving me any sort of reaction. In a way, it was worse than him just getting angry, because at least then I knew how he was feeling.

He turned back to watching the television, though from the unfocused look in his eyes, he was lost in thought and not really seeing whatever was going on. That was the most uncomfortable ten or so minutes of my life. I thought I could see the corner of his mouth twitch, as it he was about to smile before he got it under control. He was absolutely planning something, and I could only hope it wasn't murder. I knew he wouldn't hurt me, but he might hurt the hyena, and as much as I despised that cocky, sexy bastard, I didn't like violence. And I didn't want James to go to prison because of me. Finally, he turned towards me again.

"Invite him over," he spoke, agonizingly slowly. "Tell him I want to see him fuck you," he continued, and that was it. He said nothing more that night, beyond a grumbled "good night" when he went to bed, leaving me alone to stew in my guilt. What was he planning? Did he actually want to see that? I almost hoped he did. I wouldn't mind sacrificing my dignity if that was what it took to keep us together. He didn't _seem_angry, but it was so hard to tell. The wolf had such a perfect poker face when it was required, his emotions and thoughts completely unreadable.

I can't really remember what I did the last hour or so before I had to sleep too. I think I stared emptily at the TV, with my mind feeling too empty, my emotions too drained, to really react to anything. Like I was just a shell, my soul having fled before the moment of truth. It was a bad tendency of mine, this disassociation, as if I was a character in a soap opera, waiting between the takes for an actor to return to portray him.

God fucking dammit.

The next morning, he was already gone by the time I stirred from a short, fitful rest. I didn't feel rested at all, but at least I felt like I existed, objectively, as more than a cardboard cutout representation of myself. So I had a few cups of coffee, and then a few more, until I was almost feeling normal, if a little twitchier than usual.

As I drove, though, there were more questions that had to be taken into consideration. What if the hyena wanted to fuck me again? Almost certainly, he'd try it, and I didn't know if I had the will to resist. I wasn't like... a slut, it was just that everything about him pushed all the right buttons in me to make me want to be taken. Just like James did, only I was familiar with the wolf, and the hyena had the power of novelty, which made him all the more seductive. I didn't know what the hell it was about myself that made me want to place my hand on a hotplate just because it was a new hotplate. I hated it. And yet, very predictably, imagining being helpless in the damn hyena's arms, even freely raising my tail for him as he bent me over in the supply closet or over a copying machine, letting him mount me again... well, it had me hard as rock already.

I had to take James' words at face value. There was nothing else to go on; he at least did want me to invite the hyena to our home, and if he did want that, he'd have to be okay with him fucking me. Alternatively, he was going to take his frustrations out on him. Also alternatively, he wanted to get fucked too - I wasn't much of a top - and this would be a good opportunity to let that happen too. There were just too many possibilities. Lost in thought as I was, I damn near ran over some raccoon who was crossing the highway, and that brought me back to reality again, and I focused on actually driving the rest of the way.

As fate would have it, of course I ran into hyena in the underground garage. I'd barely parked the car before I spotted him pulling in as well. I ducked in the car and hoped he hadn't seen that anyone was inside. He was driving some 1960s muscle car, because of course he would. Fuel consumption probably ten times higher than my modern convertible, acceleration a tenth of mine, but it was very manly, with a throaty growl that just screamed dominance and raw, primal lust. You'd have to be extremely dedicated to cultivating a particular public image to drive one of those these days with how high the expenses would stack. That was just the kind of person he seemed to be. Not thinking much, rather running on instinct and cunning, seducing and dominating his way through the world. Or maybe I was stereotyping too much. He had a job here, after all, so it was entirely possible that the rough exterior was just an act, and he was actually rather smart underneath it. How'd that saying go? Let people think you're a fool, and they'll be the fools when you prove you're not. Well, it definitely didn't go like that, but the spirit of it was the same.

He walked past me and towards the elevator that'd lead to our office. I waited five minutes - luckily I was the kind of person who was always early for work - and then exited, walking the same way. As fate would have it, though, I walked right into him, waiting for the elevator. There had been a brief brownout and it'd stalled, and we didn't have any stairs to and from the garage. It was a common problem, but why'd it have to happen today?

When he noticed me, his annoyed expression turned into a grin. "Oh, fancy seeing you here, vixen," he smiled. "I was starting to get bored, the damn elevator isn't working," he continued. "But maybe we could have some fun while waiting for it to start again?"

"I'd be late for work..." I complained. A half-truth. I would be late, but I had flexible hours. The hyena was new enough that he might not have known that.

"Oh, don't be like that. They won't care if their top worker is a few minutes late," he smirked. "Especially if he shows up in a really good mood, feeling warm and fuzzy and productive."

He took a step closer to me. From the briefest glance downwards I could tell he was already getting excited at the idea of a quick fuck before work. And gods help me, so was I. "Have you seen my car yet, then? I bet you'll like it," he smiled, momentarily changing gears, although as he led me towards it he placed an arm around my waist, possessively. Like he wanted to show me off. Was I actually about to get fucked in the backseat of a car? I was entirely too old for that kind of fooling around, at 38. But what else could I do? The hyena smelled so good and his body - brushing against me as he walked - was so firm and warm. My mind didn't want any of it, but my body certainly did. And I'd already done it once, already faced the fallout, what harm could doing it one more time do? That damned flawed reasoning. As if cheating on my husband_twice_ wasn't worse than doing it just once. But it'd feel great, and the deed had already been done.

"My husband would like to meet you," I managed to mumble. "He wanted me to invite you over tonight or..."

"Oh? Does he want to get fucked too? Or maybe want to watch you get fucked by a real man?" my coworker cackled, in the most hyena way possible. I could tell he wasn't really expecting a reply, so I said nothing. He pressed me against his car, the hood of it still warm to the touch, though not as hot as the hyena's touch on my bare neck.

"Is your husband a fox too? A red panda? Something even smaller and cock-hungry?" he teased me. _ Red panda? If James was a red panda we'd be living in a giant mansion or a penthouse._ When I replied with "wolf" I saw his ears almost fold, twitching, but he kept up the facade of dominance.

"Oh, a big bad wolf wanting to be dominated too? I'll enjoy that," he grinned.

And then he shoved me onto the hood of his car.

"We can't do this here," I groaned as he lustily, even hungrily, began to undo my pants. "Someone might come in and we'll both lose our jobs."

"Hah, as if. Almost everyone's already at work and the ones who get here this late are the easy-going sort. Might even join in. You'd love getting spitroasted, wouldn't you? Sucking a big fat cock while taking my under your tail," the hyena continued teasing, and with a yank, both my pants and underwear were off, leaving me bottomless - and painfully obviously aroused - in public. My cheeks must've been burning with embarrassment, and my ears were swiveling around wildly, scanning for any sounds of incoming cars. Of course, there weren't any; the hyena was right. Everyone would already be at work.

I watched as he unfastened his belt and gradually eased his pants off, seemingly putting on a bit of a show for me, giving a demonstrative thrust with his hands on his hips. My mouth felt dry as I watched his underwear, clearly bulging with a growing erection, leaving a small wet patch right where the head was pushing against the fabric. It flopped over the waistband as he peeled off the overly tight boxer shorts as well, leaving the rather pink member in full view. It had a rather curious shape, with a distinct, almost purple head, wet with clear precum smeared over it by his underwear. I could scarcely believe I was turning him on that much. Then again, looking at my own cock, I could see a string of the stuff connecting the tapered tip to my bellyfur. Apparently I was leaking more than just a little.

His tool wasn't quite as big as James' maleness, but plenty big enough to leave me wanting it. If it wasn't for the constant burning of guilt in the back of my mind, I was pretty sure that I'd be loudly begging for it. As it was, my body was doing all the talking, and I made no attempt to resist even as he stepped closer, giving my flank a little slap before he grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs on top of his shoulders. With how tall he was, that lifted me halfway off the car, with only my upper back still resting on the hood.

Rather than maneuvering his cock into position, he moved me, and soon enough his warm cocktip was pressed between my fuzzy cheeks, as eager to sink into my cheating ass as I was to receive it, and its sticky prize. There was no point in trying to hide it. With a buck of his hips, he sank into me, a blissful sigh escaping his lips as he claimed me again. I gave a high-pitched moan in response. I hadn't fully tightened up after the previous pounding so it didn't hurt, but I could still feel every contour where my hole was stretched out around his length. In public. In plain sight of anyone who happened to walk by. Gods, why did it turn me on so much? Just how much a filthy slut was I, getting excited by the idea of others seeing me dominated like this?

And why wasn't I doing it with my husband, rather than some strange mutt I barely knew?

His hips _thumped_against my rear as he hilted himself, balls coming to rest right at the base of my tail. "I can't wait to fuck you in front of your husband," he whispered. I could only moan more - biting my lip to quiet those involuntary vocalizations - as he began to thrust. The car rocked beneath me, suspension squeaking in rhythm to our mating.

Just then, we both heard a car approaching. Fuck, I thought. "Fuck," the hyena muttered. I thought he didn't care?

He picked me up, his cock slipping out. I felt horrendously empty, probably _gaping_down there, but it wouldn't last long. He toed open one of the rear doors and tossed me inside onto the very roomy backseat - it was one of those old-timey bench designs - before following suit and slamming the door closed behind him. The windows were somewhat tinted, so we'd have a little privacy, and despite the rude interruption, the hyena clearly intended to take full advantage of that. I rolled over and stuck my ass up in invitation, and in a split second he was on me, one hand on my head, pushing my face into the leather. The whole car smelled faintly like musk and spilled seed, and I wondered how many men he'd fucked in there. Was I just the latest in a long line of conquests?

Soon enough his cock popped through my tight ring again and we both moaned in relief. He was pinning me under him, his weight on both of my arms and his muzzle so close to my neck that I could feel his hot breath through my fur, ready to bite when his climax grew near. It was animalistic, frenzied, and uncoordinated, our bodies rubbing together spasmodically, like we were marionettes, the gods of instinct holding our strings. His thrusts were short and frantic, the car not allowing for much more than that, and my bare cock constantly slid and rubbed against the leather seats each time he bucked his hips. When I felt that sweet pressure begin to build inside me, I tried to warn him that I'd soil his car, but I couldn't speak with my face pressed into the upholstery, and he wouldn't have cared anyway. This was all that mattered for the next few minutes. A strong, dominant male and someone else's bitch ready to receive his virile seed.

My peak came quickly. There was nothing I could do about it, not with the hyena fucking me with such vigor and my cock rubbing against something at the same time. I let out a girly moan as my body seized, my back arching as I erupted onto the seat, most of my cum immediately getting stuck to my fur as my body was rocked back and forth through that mess.

"That's a good boy," the hyena grunted through gritted teeth, no doubt in his mind that he'd just made me cum, not with the way I must've been squeezing around him. "Here's - hnngh - your reward."

He slammed all the way into me and my eyes rolled back at the intensity of the sensation, the corners of my vision flickering as he bit into my scruffy neck, hard, growling and grunting. I felt his length twitch inside me and his body tensing up, and a few frantic, short thrusts later he let out a sigh, as if he'd been holding his breath. He throbbed, and I moaned, every atom of my body grateful for his strong, dominant seed flooding my slutty, submissive body. I imagined my belly swelling with his child - it wasn't possible, of course, but it was a wonderfully erotic image - and whimpered, wordlessly _squealing_joyfully at being bred so thoroughly. One spurt, then another, and another, before the heavy throbbing turned into twitching aftershocks, and I could've sworn I felt the heat of his cum covering every inch of my insides with rich, creamy virility.

Of course, it was only a moment of ecstasy. As the joy of sexual relief faded, that strange sense of disassociation came over me again. I couldn't believe I had so readily submitted to the hyena again. The world took on a rubbery texture, as if I was asleep, moments before waking up. I couldn't possibly be this easy, this weak. He pulled out and I felt his cum leaking out of my gaping tailhole, all over my legs and his car seat, and he didn't even seem to mind. I guess he liked the car smelling like every male he'd mated with.

"That's such a sexy look for you, vixen. Can't wait to see if your slut husband looks as good with my spunk dripping out of them," he said, breathily, still panting with exertion. "So what's the address?"

I gave him our home address, again feeling like I was controlling my body from somewhere far away, like a distant observer. This couldn't be good for my mental health. After we both spent some time recovering, we went to work, and just as the hyena had suggested, nobody really cared. Of course, it was hard to work while focusing on keeping my asshole as clenched as I could to avoid too much of his cum dripping out. I was sure they could all smell it, but politeness kept anyone from saying anything. It'd be different with James. He must've known I'd just get fucked again if he didn't do anything, so maybe he was okay with it? I couldn't do anything but wait and see.

The rest of the workday passed uneventfully, with me piloting my cum-filled body like a puppet. At least most of the work was more or less automatic, with me acting more like an organic conduit for information and technology. It didn't require much thought. I was give documents, and I inserted the documents in the computer. Easy enough, regardless of your state of mind, as long as you remembered to keep breathing.

Was this really all I was? A biological machine, unable or unwilling to be anything else. Something for people like the hyena to use for their pleasure, for society to use for profit? At least a whore had agency. I was entirely guided by whatever biological programming was in my genes and what nature and society thrust upon or into me. Could I be anything else? I didn't know. Was there any point to even feeling guilty if I didn't have any choice? Like with most things in life, I didn't know.

Soon enough, I was already in my car, driving homewards. The hyena had told me that he'd go home to freshen up and get some collars for me and James. I knew that wouldn't pan out the way he thought it would, but he didn't. The wolf didn't comment on the smell of sex that probably clung to me like a miasma, but acted as if everything was normal, which only made me feel more like none of this was real. We had dinner, pretending like nothing was wrong.

Or maybe nothing was wrong. Maybe he was fine with things being like this and I was just letting my anxiety get the best of me.

The doorbell rang.

"Go on, let him in," James told me. I still didn't know what he wanted, but I didn't have much a choice there.

I walked over to the front door and opened it, and to nobody's surprise, it was my coworker. Without even waiting for an invitation, he stepped inside.

"Nice place you've got," he laughed. "So where's your husband? Tied up in bed so he can first watch me fuck you and then have a go at him too?"

Wait, where was_James? He'd been right behind behind me. _Oh no.

"Oh, I've seen a lot of people like you two, there's no need to pretend you don't want it. Let's get to it then, where's the bedroom?" he asked.

I led him towards it, concern and trepidation building with each step. Now there was no doubt in my mind, the wolf was going to do something terrible. There was absolutely no chance of him being in the bedroom, presenting himself - although that would've been rather hot. Or would it? I didn't really know what I wanted. Maybe I wanted both us to be the hyena's submissive cumdumpsters. Presenting myself for him to breed while my husband did the same.

Of course, that wouldn't happen.

Instead, he stepped in behind us from whatever corner he'd been hiding it, and I jumped to the side as he locked an arm around the hyena's neck. Seen together, they were almost the same size, but James had strength honed by a lifetime of physical work, while my colleague worked an office job. Sure, he went to the gym, but for my mate, every day was a workout. There wasn't anything the hyena could do but choke for a few seconds until James gave him room to breathe.

"Well, well," he spoke, in a deep growl, a voice he'd only use when we were roleplaying. "So you're the one who's been trying to steal my mate."

"That little bitch wa-" the hyena replied, and James promptly applied pressure to his windpipe again, choking his words.

"Oh, you're going to want it too," the wolf growled. "I think since you've been fucking my little vixen, it's only fair that I get to fuck you in turn."

He sat down and pulled the hyena onto his lap in the bed, one arm still around his neck, but the other sneaking down to roughly grope his crotch. All I could do was watch, entranced, as James began to play with his newest toy, nipping at his ears and grinding his hips upward against the hyena's rear. "Feel that? You're going to beg for it, knot and all," he snarled, and having undone my coworker's belt, his hand quickly slipped into his pants. He let out a sigh, though I couldn't tell if it meant arousal or frustration. Still, while James was rough, he wasn't forcing him to do anything except stay still, preferring to slowly lick his neck and ears while whispering things I couldn't even make out, despite desperately trying to.

I didn't really know how he did it, but seeing the two get intimate like this really highlighted just how strong and dominant James could really be, even though he was always as gentle as I wanted him to be when we mated. I don't know why that kind of thing even mattered to me, either. I guess I'm just a natural submissive who gets turned on by dominance, like some mindless beast. It's embarrassing, almost. I couldn't look away either; I was going to get the full show, and I was already getting excited by that prospect.

I truthfully couldn't tell if the hyena was actually getting into it. He certainly enjoyed dominating and coercing me into sex, so fair was only fair. There was some sense of vindication in it all, seeing his ears fold in submission as my wolf nibbled on his neck, stroking him underneath his clothes. Not just the cock either, but all over his body, like he was a pet that was getting... well, petted. I knew how he'd be feeling right about now, the constant stimulation by a stronger male making his body more and more sensitive, the suppressed submissive urges growing more and more intense until he couldn't force them out of his mind any longer.

"Get off me," he growled, but it was half-hearted. Words with no real weight behind them, his panting and squirming telling James (and myself) everything he needed to know. I watched as the wolf brought a hand to they hyena's muzzle, wet with precum.

"Go on, taste how turned on you are. Like a bitch eager to get fucked," he murmured, and then pushed a precum-covered finger into his muzzle. I winced, knowing how strong hyena jaws were, but my wonderful wolf had the situation well in hand. My coworker's eyelids fell, a dizzy look on his face, as he sucked on the digit, seemingly against his will.

"Just tell me you don't want this," he continued, bucking his hips against the hyena's ass again. I knew he'd be very hard already, his firm knotted cock demanding entry, threatening to penetrate right through the fabric keeping the two males separated. The hyena groaned something unintelligible in response, and James stood up, turning around and finally releasing his grip on him. The hyena fell bonelessly onto our bed. Maybe he was feeling a fraction of how I felt when he had his way with me. That unwilling submissiveness that shut down your higher brain functions, leaving you easy prey for horny males. I didn't pretend to understand how it worked.

"Get him ready for me, vixen," James said, looking at me. Me?

I hesitated, but then approached, snatching the bottle of lube I had on my nightstand. "Do you want me to..." I asked, and the wolf nodded, so I squeezed some of the slippery, cool liquid onto my fingers, and James yanked the hyena's short tail up, and his pants down for me. From this angle, he didn't look terribly dominant. Attractive, yes, but I was in control. I could feel my erection awakening again when I made contact with that incredibly hot, pink pucker. I applied a bit of pressure, and the tip of my index finger popped through. He was incredibly tight for such a big guy, probably never having had anything under his tail before. Oh, that'd change tonight. It'd taken me several days to adapt to James' girth when we first started dating. While I was much smaller than the hyena, I had no doubt that it'd hurt at first. He probably deserved it. Soon enough, he'd be moaning anyway. See, with males, even if you don't like the act of getting mounted, it's hard to deny those spasms of pleasure of hard cock bumping into and over your prostate, sawing back and forth through your sphincter, that sweet friction setting every nerve ending ablaze.

I did my best to get him a little relaxed, a little stretched out, while James held him down to make sure he didn't have a chance to protest or escape. It was a bizarre sensation, feeling his insides like that, and soon enough my finger was buried up to my knuckle inside him. I was starting to enjoy it, though, and hooked the digit experimentally, pressing against his inner pleasure button. He squirmed and grumbled, but from the way he clamped down around my finger I knew they were sounds of pleasure, however unwanted. He felt just like anyone else back there. I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but somehow, I imagined someone as dominant as him to be less soft, less pliable, less... fuckable.

"Don't you fucking-" the hyena grunted, but it was a tired grunt. His heart wasn't in it. James leaned down and bit his ear and he quieted down with a pleasured sigh. I wondered how many people had ears that sensitive. Would it work on the wolf himself?

Something to try at some point.

"I think what our little hyena bitch is saying is that he wants more," James chuckled. "Go on, get him stretched out."

Well, I couldn't really disobey that, so I worked another finger into the hyena's ass. Truth be told, it was getting me pretty hot and bothered. He was already stretched taut, but we had all night. I kept finger-fucking him while my mate kept him pacified with nibbles and strokes, and by the time I could squeeze in a third finger he was pushing back against me, and I could smell his arousal soaking into our bed, leaving no doubt that he was hard and leaking. When James finally told me it was enough, and I pulled my fingers out, it left him gaping invitingly, his pink ass open and ready to become a fuckhole, just like mine. A cocksleeve for my loving mate.

I knelt down on the side of the bed as he positioned himself behind the spotty beast, his angry red wolf cock rock-hard and ready for breeding. It was bigger than the hyena's, which I suppose didn't really matter, but the knot did. It hadn't swelled yet, but I knew from experience that it'd happen quickly once the mating started. I had a great view from the side, and even helped him position that beautiful maleness right at the hyena's hole. He poured some more lube on it, and with a buck of his hips and a wet squelch, he sunk inside the formerly dominant male, causing him to first yelp and then whimper. That part of him wasn't any bigger than three of my fingers combined, but I knew what he was feeling. That sweet mental pain of being claimed, of actually having another male mount you, far more intense than just the physical sensation.

Watching my mate fuck someone else was also getting to me, even though he hadn't even gotten started yet, and I rubbed my crotch, caressing myself through two layers of fabric. It wasn't quite cuckolding, but I found myself getting jealous of my coworker. I wanted to be the one receiving James' maleness and seed. I suppose there was some kind of lesson to be learned there, but I was too transfixed on watching the two males to really think about that.

He allowed the hyena to adjust for a while, and then began to thrust. At first he just moved the tip back and forth, and I watched, fascinated, at how his sphincter clung to his cock, as if it not wanting it to leave him. I knew that all too well, too. The emptiness if someone withdrawing after the first penetration. The hyena was biting holes into my pillow, but I couldn't really blame him for that.

"See? This is how you handle people who try to dominate you," the wolf grunted, punctuating his statement with a thrust that had his balls slap against they hyena's ass. "Just turn the tables, male hyenas are all bark and no bite."

My coworker opened his mouth to say something but James silenced him by raising his hips, moving along so as to not slip out, showing off his rather erect and pre-slickened cock sticking out. "Something tells me you are enjoying it, runt," he growled. "More than just a little too..." he continued, running a finger along the length and gathering some of that musky pre, which he promptly smeared on the hyena's nose. "See? Like a bitch in heat."

That made him go quiet. I watched his nostrils flare as he was forced to smell his own arousal, and his mouth fell open in a silent pant, and James finally began to properly rut him, with undeniable power behind every thrust, taking_pleasure from the hyena's formerly virgin (at least when it came to bottoming) body, with little effort towards making it pleasant for him. Yet, being used so roughly, being thoroughly _taken was pleasurable in its own right, and I watched as the hyena kept biting his lip, anything to keep himself from moaning, from expressing his unwilling submission to the dominant male. His expression was dopey, eyes clouded with pleasure from the persistent hammering of his prostate, and no matter how hard he tried to resist it, I knew he couldn't. Not for long.

"Go on, cum for me, bitch," James snarled. "Let me feel you clench around me, just give in. I might even fuck you again."

His knot was swelling now, and I knew it wouldn't be long before it locked them together. There was no way it'd fit in when fully engorged, so it'd have to be soon. The hyena mumbled something incoherent, about to say something, but it dissolved into a long moan instead.

"That's it, no point in resisting, you little slut. I'm going to knot you soon, and then seed you. It'll be the best thing you've ever felt, and you'll - huff - beg for me to mount you every day," James replied. His fingers dug into the hyena's shoulders and I could hear him clenching his jaws in effort as he froze up, putting all his weight behind trusting one last time, his knot pressing against the abused pink hole. With a final grunt of effort, it popped through, and I could see the hyena's body shaking, probably from the sheer intensity of being spread so wide. Then, he let out another pitiful moan, and with James making short, frenzied thrusts as his knot swelled more and more, tying them together, he came. A cackling sound of joy escaped his lips and he arched his back, curled his toes, and visibly throbbed, a thick rope of hyena cum spurting out onto our bed, and then another. It was amazing how much he came, having emptied his balls into me earlier, but James' knot was probably squeezing his prostate dry.

"That's a good bitch," James growled. "Now to breed you."

He ground his hips into the hyena's ass, and I almost dove underneath the two males, frantically pawing at my own length. I needed to see it. My hands were slick with my own precum, and I only got more wet at the sight of the hyena's formerly pink hole, now raw and red from the bestial pounding, stretched taut around my mate's member. James grunted, growled, his muscles twitching beneath his grey fur, and then howled triumphantly, and I watched as the base of his cock, balls and all throbbed, muscles contracting and then relaxing rhythmically. I reached out to caress his heavy sack, stroking them to tease more cum out of him. Pump, pump, pump. I came all over my chest and belly, stroking myself to a shuddering climax while watching that. My mind was already busy imagining myself in the place of the hyena, receiving all that wonderful, thick seed, mind swimming with the utterly erotic warmth of it filling me with blissful, happy submissiveness. The sights, sounds, and the smell made my head swim, I'd never realized that watching my mate fill someone else like this would be so damn hot. It didn't feel like punishment, but rather a relief; that's probably what James wanted to show me. He didn't, perhaps, mind others getting to mount me, but rather the hyena in particular. I rolled out of the way, accidentally smearing my cum all over the sheets, as the two big, masculine beasts sunk down onto the bed, tied together until my wolf had totally satisfied his urges, until he'd pumped every last drop of cum into his... bitch.

Maybe we could do it more often, just under more controlled conditions. The strange spell of dominance he'd had me under dissipated like morning mist in sunlight, my guilt assuaged. James gave me a tired lick, confirming my suspicions. Eventually, after what felt like an hour, the two separated and the hyena left without a word, wincing as he took the first few steps, probably hurting quite a bit from the fucking he'd received, and there was nothing he could do about it. Couldn't report it, because not only would it ruin his dominant, masculine image, but then we'd simply accuse him in turn, because he'd fucked me against my will as well. I never met the hyena again after that, or even learned his name; it turned out he'd quit. Probably couldn't bear seeing me again, not after having his dominant facade torn down in front of me.

James and I had a shower together afterwards, cleaning the sweat, cum and drool off each other's bodies, almost like a symbolic act of starting anew. Of course, the cleanliness didn't last long, because we soon mated again, after he'd just barely managed to recover from the earlier romp. But after that, we'd occasionally bring in other males to have fun with, both of us having to agree on each partner and what they'd get to do. After all, what was there to say that sex had to be merely between husband and... well, husband. Not for us, anyway. Rather, reshaping our relationship into semi-openness was wonderful, spicing up the safe, comfortable routine with rare delights and more moments of excitement. And despite all my worries, it didn't make us drift apart; even as we mated with others, we only grew closer, more loving, more eager to please each other and display our affections.

That, and I finally got to realize the fantasy of having two big males fill me up together until I was completely stuffed with cum. That was fun too.