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Gavin wasn't sure where Trish was when he woke up that day, but for the first time, he wasn't nervous about waking up alone in her house.

The unique arrangement that Trish had with Kyra and Timo meant that she had to work Gavin into the fold slowly, and she didn't want to risk telling him too much too soon, but once the initial shock of the polyamorous relationship wore off, Gavin started to see the benefits of having multiple partners, and was starting to become a happy and willing addition to the pack.

He was still only used to playing with the others when Trish was around, however, and he should have known better than to head into the kitchen in such a revealing outfit.

"That's all you wore to bed last night? I bet Trish was all over you!"

Standing in the kitchen in his boxers, Gavin was still looking for a meal to start the day, but Kyra had already been around the neighborhood for a few miles of a refreshing jog; she was more of a morning person than he would ever be.

"K...Kyra?" Gavin asked, immediately feeling his nerves creep up on him as he looked toward the front door. It was closing slowly behind the husky, and as soon as it came to rest, she locked it and kicked off her running shoes with a quiet sigh of satisfaction. "I, uh...I wasn't exactly expecting company this early!"

"You say that like this is your house," she teased. "Trish and I actually live here...you should always be expecting at least one of us!"

"She was gone when I woke up," Gavin explained. "I just assumed that she was out with you!"

Kyra shook her head. "Trish and I do have lives outside of each other, Gavin. Even I'm not sure where she is right now, but I do know that she's made a terrible mistake."

Gavin's lips wrinkled with concern. "What?! What happened?"

That Kyra was still smiling left Gavin confused, but she shook her head as she stepped toward the kitchen. "Calm down, Gavin. I don't mean that anything bad has happened to her," she explained. "I was trying to be playful."

"Playful?" he asked. "What kind of a mistake could be considered playful?"

"I was going to say that her terrible mistake was leaving a cute little fox like you home alone and unguarded," Kyra told him. "It's called flirting, my boy, and it seems that you still haven't quite figured it out."

Gavin tried not to fold his ears back so bashfully, but he couldn't help looking away for a moment as Kyra came to stand before him. "Sorry, I...I guess my experiences with Trish are the most I've had, really. I'm not used to the idea of her wanting me and flirting with me, much less another girl."

"The three of us did a lot more than flirt in the backyard, remember?"

The fox gulped quietly. "Y-Yes, I do remember that particular event."

"And it was fun, right?"

He nodded silently.

"Well, that wasn't an exception to what happens around here," Kyra admitted. "That's more of the rule, and the fact is that I had fun playing with the two of you. I'm glad that she introduced us, Gavin...and I want you to feel more comfortable around me."

"That's-

Gavin hesitated. He couldn't help noticing that the tip of his member was poking out of his sheath, and it threatened to pass through the slit in the front of his boxers any second. "That's very sweet of you, Kyra," he gathered himself and forced his gaze back to her. His smile was still nervous, but there was genuine happiness behind his expression. "I just hope it's okay if it takes me a while to get there. I'm still not used to my girlfriend being okay with me sleeping with her girlfriend."

"You know, most guys would kill for that kind of arrangement," Kyra reminded him. "And as far as I can tell, you don't need that much longer to warm up to the idea."

Even before she rested the warmth of her paw over the tip, Gavin knew it was visible, poking through his boxers. "Guess it's too late to play dumb about that now, isn't it?"

"I'm afraid so, but...you being attracted to me isn't a bad thing, Gavin. I want to make absolutely sure that you know that, and that you _believe_that."

"That part really will take time," he admitted. "I guess I have a bit of a guilty conscience."

"There's no need," she whispered to him, letting an air of lust grace her words as they tickled his ears. "I'm all warmed up and ready for a little more exercise, but I'm afraid I can't do this one without a partner."

She was waiting for Gavin to jump at the chance to volunteer, but the boy was still too shy to take such a bold and aggressive approach.

"I'd hate to let you workout alone," he finally murmured. He was unable to hide his timid nature, but that he could answer her lust at all was a step in the right direction. "But you might have to walk me through this one..."

Kyra's tail gave a quick, happy flicker as she pushed her thumbs into the small, tight shorts that cupped her backside and began pushing them to the floor. "I'd be more than happy to, Gavin...but we've gotta move fast."

"No time to shower between sets?" he asked, trying to keep up with her impressive level of sexual fluency.

"I told you I was all warmed up already," she reminded him. "And I want you to feel that."

She gave another quick nudge to his length as she worked out of her shorts. Gavin picked up the message and began nervously shuffling out of his boxers, quietly worrying that he wasn't being lewd or boisterous enough in the way that he stripped in front of her.

The curl of her leg around his lower back as she stepped in and embraced him eased those concerns away, and the warmth of her petals as she pressed them up to the tip of his still-growing cock stole his breath away. He thought it right to ask her what she was doing, or what had gotten into her...but he could only whimper breathlessly into her ear as she pressed her heated, eager body into his own.

That sound was a greater aphrodisiac than he could have known, and it assaulted Kyra's ear as it drifted across the velvety flesh of her lobe. "Don't worry, Gavin. I'll give you plenty of reason to grab a shower when we're all done."

He could already feel the extra heat of her morning mess before he had a chance to ask what she meant, and even though they were in the middle of the kitchen, nothing was stopping Kyra from releasing her bladder upon him. His length was the first thing to be soaked, but in seconds, the excess trickled over the inside of his thighs and left him stammering in disbelief.

"R-right here?" Gavin barely managed to ask, as he felt Kyra shifting against his standing frame.

She nodded eagerly as she wrapped a paw around the back of his head and angled it toward the small gap of her cleavage. "You can't tell me that you've never been so overwhelmed with lust that you didn't want to just give in to those urges, right then and there..."

It was exhilarating to feel her warm, golden blessing traveling down his torso as her folds parted around the tip of his length, and a fresh pulse from the base of his rod made it clear that he recognized the very lust that she was talking about.

"Y-Yes," he admitted quietly, "But I've never acted on it."

"Now's your chance," she told him, her voice dripping with arousal. "The head of your cock is already inside, I've marked you as my own, and I'm nice and wet just thinking about you...now, are you going to pull down my top with your teeth and show me how badly you need me, or should I just go find someone else to workout with?"

The extra warmth that radiated from her form was delightful to be pressed against first thing in the morning; in a way, it was a gift that Kyra had earned through her jog, and in the moment, she was sharing it with Gavin...not because of convenience, but because she wanted him to experience all of the pleasure that he'd denied himself in life, thus far.

That heat, and the powerful, aromatic scent that came along with her efforts was intoxicating the lucky fox as he rested the end of his muzzle between her breasts and nipped against the black zipper on her pink sports bra.

"I knew you'd make the r-right choice sooner or later," she praised him. A quick kiss escaped her lips, settling right between his ears and giving them a new perk. "It's harder to get a deep, satisfying fuck when you're standing up like this...so you're gonna have to give me your best effort, Gavin."

In a way, the fact that she was treating the act like it was an honest workout helped to ease Gavin into it. Somehow, he felt less pressure than he would have if he was only thinking about her pleasure, and he _knew_that she was aroused; the different, slick moisture within her passage was so plentiful that his tip actually slipped back out of her after his first thrust.

A free paw reached down and guided him back in without a word, and the clench of her leg around his lower back told him to thrust harder without anything being uttered.

"It...it is harder," he admitted. There was disbelief in his voice, and because of his sheltered life, he didn't have any clue that some poses were harder than others. "But it still f-feels amazing, Kyra!"

The extra effort was worth the while, and Kyra let out a quiet whimper of delight as she felt Gavin's body tensing up against hers. His arms wrapped tight around the middle of her spine and squeezed as their embrace grew tighter, each one needing the other to squeeze and push back so that they could reach the desired depth of penetration.

Kyra was already moist and warm from her jog, but Gavin was starting to feel the burn of the effort in his hips as he pumped against her, his thrusts a little bit awkward...but it was the spirit and the work behind them that left Kyra smiling against his forehead as she encouraged him.

"That's the way, Gavin...g-goodness, you're making my toes curl!"

He was still riddled with disbelief, but her words of praise added new vigor to his hips as they drove up and forth, pushing his cock that much deeper into her eager passage. She clenched around him playfully at the base of each push, wanting to simply feel him inside of her for a moment, but she could tell that he was getting carried away with himself, and she didn't want to stop him while he was ahead.

She felt a certain sense of pride in knowing that she was guiding him down the path to be a better lover.

"This is...t-too fucking good, Kyra," he groaned, able to feel her body milking and squeezing for the promise of his seed. "There's no way that I can last...a-any longer!"

There was obvious concern in his voice, but he was becoming drunk with arousal as he slurped at the middle of her chest and drank in the scent of her fresh, warm body. There was new comfort to be found as he nuzzled in close and felt her digits stroking over the back of his head, encouraging him to do whatever felt right in that moment.

"Don't you worry, love...this has been a _wonderful_start," she assured him. "You've got me close...and you won't be done 'exercising' until I cum..."

Even as the bulge of his knot pressed and begged for entry into her tender, pouted folds, Gavin kept up his thrusts, determined to prove that he was the worthy lover that Kyra believed him to be.

She was coaxing him out of his shell in the best way that she knew how; she couldn't wait to see how far out she'd bring him by the end of the day.