Multiplayer
This sprang up from an animation from Marvin, who is adept at flash and flashpr0ns. Find said inspirationanimation here:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2046566/
Marvin is property of, uh, Marvin. The other characters are my crude perversions of pixels into characters. The thumbnail used for this story is also property of Marvin, though I slightly modified it to avoid massive confusion.
Note: looks like I lost some formatting. Mainly just italics that aren't there any more.
Notenote: I have lots of long stories in the works that are getting pretty crazy. If anyone wants to act as my editor once I start writing again (won't be for a few months, I think), then feel free to offer. I'd be much obliged!
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"Multiplayer," by Orvayn
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Brett had never been one for study sessions, and the incessant booms of thunder weren't doing anything to help him focus. On its own, the horse's attention span was so bad that, if he were lucky, he might be able to study for five minutes straight. Despite that, he normally did well in classes, but his grade in Lit was slipping, and it seemed to be a common problem among his residential friends. And since flunking out wasn't exactly a viable option, they'd decided to stay in for a day and remedy that.
Problem was, Brett thought, tapping a pen against the table, he seemed to have the best attention span of the lot. Marvin, the red fox he'd known since the first day of class, had complained of boredom and left the room. Jake had gotten up, too, and now he was poking around in the refrigerator.
"Find anything?"
The fridge door shut with the sound of muffled plastic. The wolf picked up an apple somewhere and returned to the table, turning the chair backwards before he sat. He bit in with a decisive crunch, not bothering to wipe his muzzle of the juice.
"Nope. And it's pretty damn hard to miss a fox with blue hair."
Brett shook his head. He looked down at the table and saw his textbook there; he'd forgotten about it. "Y'know, I don't really get it. Who cares if we know how Banquo's name is a pun?"
"Miss Anal, that's who." He took another bite of the apple. "Hey, y'ever notice how all the boring crap we have to do in English starts with ass or anal? Analysis, analyze, assess, assignment..."
Brett shrugged. "That's... interesting."
"Mmhm."
A few minutes passed, in which the only sounds were the pattering of rain on the ceiling and the clapping of thunder. Jake finished the apple and tossed the core in the bin, then frowned. "Maybe I should go find Marvin."
"I guess. Want me to come?"
"Why not?"
"'kay." Following the wolf, he went through the dining room and den, and stopped when they reached the door to Marvin's room, only pausing to exchange a glance before they both went in, Brett behind Jake.
The horse had only been in Marvin's room a few times, but every time he did, it always looked the same. Marvin sat at the desk, staring at the monitor, but it was perpendicular to Brett's view, so he couldn't see what was on it.
Ahead of him, Jake stopped. "Whoa. What ya doing there?"
"Nothing." He clicked a few times. Brett moved so that he could see the screen, and all he saw was the desktop-a static image of a famous, big-busted vulpine actress. He blinked at it. Of course, the average male would have boobs on his desktop. "Just taking a break," the fox added.
The silence was oddly tense and uncomfortable. In an attempt to break it, Brett said, "So, uh, what now?"
"Meh, screw the studying," Jake said. "Macbeth is stupid."
"Yeah." Marvin stretched in his chair, rotating it so he was facing them, bringing his legs up into the chair. "I mean, it's not like studying would help us anyway, not with the kind of questions Mrs. Anella asks."
"What, then? It's not like we can do anything with the torrent outside."
"I dunno. We haven't gamed in forever... want to do that for a bit?" Marvin stood and looked at each of them, head cocked to the side.
No, resist the urge to think he's cute. "Sounds good to me," Brett said.
The wolf shrugged. "Why not?"
"'kay. I'll be right there." The fox clutched the computer mouse and looked at the monitor. "Go ahead, guys."
Jake looked towards the door. "Why don't you go set it up, Brett?"
"Alright..." He had an odd feeling about this, but it was probably nothing. He left the two of them in there and went to carry out his duty.
Half an hour later, the horse was on the couch in the den with the others. They were playing some shooter game that Brett decided he didn't like very much. It seemed to lack any sort of balance, and at times it almost seemed like the others were teaming up on him.
He was on the far left end of the couch, which was in the center of the room, flanked by an armchair and a loveseat; Jake was beside him, in the couch's center, and Marvin was mostly hidden from view on the other side. The wolf's body was turned slightly in the fox's direction, and he kept eying the smaller canine.
"This is stupid," Brett said.
"Hah." Jake shot him a glare "Only because you keep losing."
"He's right," Marvin said, batting the wolf with his controller. "It is pretty lame. The sniper's waaay overpowered."
"Don't you have anything else we can do?" Brett asked.
"Sorry." Marvin shook his head. "Nothing else that's multiplayer."
"Oh, I might have an idea."
Both of them looked at Jake. The way he'd said it, he'd sounded devious, and he had a devilish grin on his muzzle to match the tone. It was making the horse jittery.
Marvin leaned towards the wolf. "And that issssss?"
"I dunno," he said. Brett blinked, but when he looked again, Jake's paw was at his crotch, groping and readjusting. He shifted his weight so that the bulge of his sheath, although small, was visible, a small bump straining against his shorts; his blue boxers showed at the top of his shorts, though barely. "I'm sure we can think of something."
Brett was sure his jaw was wide open. He watched the fox's paw dance around the bulge before slipping underneath the elastic waist of the wolf's boxers. Jake gave a throaty growl that ellipsed into a deep chuckle.
It had to be a joke, or something. The (covered) tits on Martin's computer put him as straight, and Brett could never imagine Jake being gay. Maybe they were testing him. He couldn't let them see how hard this was making him; he had to struggle to keep himself sheathed. "What's going on?" he managed to say.
"You got eyes, don't you?" Jake was grinning at him. "I got a fox in my pants, and I'm sure he wouldn't mind you being in his."
"Marvin... are you really..."
The fox laughed, and the grin stayed on Jake's muzzle. The two exchanged a look that held more information than Brett could glean. The wolf put a paw in his pocket, making a show of digging for something. When he fished it out and displayed it high in the air, Brett almost gagged.
"Where'd you get that?" The words were pointed, but Marvin was smiling.
"Oh," Jake said, waving it around. "I found it somewhere around here."
Brett finally convinced himself to look at it. It was pink, speckled with white, and canine, with a fat knot at its base. Keeping his eyes on Marvin, Jake took it into his mouth, then removed it, releasing a wet squelch. He swirled his tongue around the tip. "You want it?"
"Oh, I wouldn't mind." Marvin stood, and before Brett could hardly blink, his shirt was off. The scent of canine arousal filled the room, increasing by the second.
All Brett could say was, "Really?"
The others looked at him. Martin froze with his shirt still in his paws, and Jake stopped mouthing the toy long enough to say, "What?"
"You're all gay?"
"Shit son you're good. A straight guy'd definitely be doing this." He wrapped his tongue around the toy, which glistened with saliva.
The sarcasm stung. He looked over at Marvin, who sighed and tossed his shirt on the floor. "Bisexual, actually. And don't tell me you're not-I saw your collection of Hung like a Horse mags... and might've taken a few, maybe."
So that's where they went. "You bastard!" He was going to say more, but the jingle of Marvin's belt stopped him. He gawked at the underwear the fox was wearing, but couldn't do so for long, because off they went, too.
Now the fox was completely nude, and Brett had to look away. His jeans were becoming way too tight. Marvin stretched, then headed over to the loveseat, his tail making elegant curves around his rear as he walked. He lay on his chest, looking back over his shoulder and saying, "Come and get me."
"You don't have to tell me twice." Jake sprang up from the couch, hefting off his shirt. A few seconds later, his jeans were on the ground, and all he wore was his boxers, the blue clashing with his almost-black fur. Jake wasn't too built, but he wasn't scrawny, either. Just a hint of a bulge was showing beneath the boxers, and-
"Well? Gonna stare at me all day?"'
"I, uh..."
"Lose the clothes. He's waiting on us."
"Actually, uh, I think I'll just watch."
"Aww, come on," Marvin said, still prone on the loveseat. "Who's gonna find out, your girlfriend?"
Brett didn't have one, and the fox knew it. "Well..."
Jake elbowed him. "You gonna turn down free sex, eh?"
"I..."
"C'mere." He walked to where Marvin lay and patted the fox's rump. Brett followed, and when he got close he could see the curve of the fox's rear, the lighter colors on the inside of his thigh, and the furry testes dangling just below.
"You can touch," Marvin said. "Do whatever you want."
The wolf grunted. "Oh, I plan to. I think I'll like this game way more than that shooter. But..." He looked over at the horse.
"Really, I'll just watch for now."
"Fine, but you'll be begging to join in later on, I bet."
"Of course he will." Marvin flipped so that he lay on his back, and his eyes met Brett's. The horse could see every detail of the fox's body now, from smiling muzzle to footpaws. Once his eyes found it, he couldn't tear his eyes from the plump sheath and fuzzy orbs below it. "The more the merrier."
Jake growled, but it sounded playful and erotic. "You little slut."
The fox laughed. "I won't argue with you."
"Didn't plan on it."
The first thing the wolf did was to crouch by the side of the loveseat until his head was level with Marvin's tailhole. At first, Brett thought it was so that he would have a better view, so the horse adjusted himself too until he could fully see the cleft between the fox's cheeks.
The wolf wasn't one for subtlety; he buried his maw between the fox's cheeks, giving it a few deep licks up and down before focusing on the rim, muzzle taut in concentration. His tongue was long and broad, and it darted around expertly, and must have been hitting all the right spots. Marvin threw his head back, letting out a squeaky gasp that melted into a deep moan. "Oh, man..."
Brett hated to interrupt the moment, but all he could think about was, "Is that safe?"
Jake withdrew his head and frowned at him. "It's fine, man. Wanna join?"
Marvin was staring at the wolf. "Get your head back down there."
"Okay, okay..." His tongue extended to tickle the fox's perineum before diving back between his cheeks.
Jake's motions seemed almost practiced. Brett noticed a bit of pink peeking out at the tip of Marvin's sheath, and Jake must've seen it too, because he reached up with a paw and stuck a clawed finger inside the fox's sheath, stretching the opening and causing the sheath to swell rapidly below it. At first, the finger was immobile, but it began to move up and down, like it was masturbating an unseen cock.
Jake backed off a bit, licked his lips theatrically, and placed his tongue at the fox's entrance. Lightly at first, it penetrated, stretching the fox wide, and the wet muscles clenched around it. It went it deeper and deeper, until it was in as far as it would go, before withdrawing completely and prying its way back in, constantly moving faster and faster. The slick red muscle moved with force and determination, punctuated by grunts from both of them. Brett couldn't decide which of them was more fun to watch; Marvin's muzzle was adorable, and he couldn't deny that, even though he couldn't see Jake's very well, its location made it immensely hot.
The horse realized that his paw had found its way to his crotch, gripping and lightly stroking through the cloth, but decided that it really didn't matter now. How could Jake mock him for touching himself when the wolf had his muzzle buried in Marvin's ass?
And the fox appeared to be in ecstasy, now. His tongue hanged out and he panted, occasionally twitching when Jake would hit a sensitive spot in his sheath, which now looked to be completely full, and was showing a bit more pink despite the furry stopper. His sounds became more pronounced as time dragged on, and eventually, he spoke.
"I swear, if you don't stop..."
"Mmm..." Jake's tongue trailed up the fox's backside and over his orbs, ending at the tip of Marvin's sheath. He removed the finger from the fox's sheath, causing the fox's member to spring up from its prison, directly into the wolf's waiting muzzle. Marvin groaned as his full knot pushed out of his sheath, and when it was out, Jake bobbed his head up and down a few times across his length before withdrawing, a thread of fluid still connecting him to the shaft.
Brett felt like his crotch was on fire. Despite years and years of porn, he'd never seen another cock in person, and though Marvin's member wasn't huge, it was beautiful. At first, he'd been iffy about losing his virginity to a bunch of college fuck-buddies, but now he was less uncertain. At least, if he had any doubts about being gay, they were long gone.
"You're amazing," Marvin said, but Jake wasn't looking at him. The wolf's eyes were on Brett.
"Well, you gonna help me with this or not?" the wolf said. He didn't know what to say, and when Jake grasped the elastic of his own blue boxers and tugged them down, he was speechless.
The wolf's bright red member was about halfway out of its sheath, still expanding. It wasn't the biggest cock the horse had ever seen by a long shot (in the magazines, of course, and on the Internet), but it was fairly hefty.
"Come on," Marvin said. "You've got nothing to be ashamed of."
"Oh, really? Compared to you guys?"
"Hey, you're a horse," Jake said, absently running a paw over himself. He was almost completely hard now, and his knot was starting to bulge at the bottom. "You guys have monstrous dicks."
"Not all of us..."
"Just because you don't have a ten-inch dick," Marvin said, "doesn't mean you're small. I'm not big, and if Jake were only two inches I'd still think he was sexy."
"Well..."
Jake offered a paw. "Want me to help get 'em off?"
"Uh... sure." This way, at least he would be spared the awkward moment where everyone was watching him take his pants off.
"Alright..." Jake's paws went for the horse's shirt first, and Brett held up his arms so the article could slip off easily. The horse stood dumbly as one of the wolf's paws roamed up his back, the other trailing claws lightly across his chest, toying with a nipple. Brett's breaths were coming deep.
He was about to say something-though he wasn't sure what-when Jake crouched before him, on his knees. The horse wasn't wearing a belt, so two paws went to work on the button, and once that was done, the wolf grasped his zipper between his teeth and gently tugged it down, growling softly. The shorts fell to the ground with a soft swish, and Jake's nose pressed up against the expanding bulge in Brett's white underwear. The wolf's eyes drifted up until they locked with Brett's. The horse knew the show was probably for Marvin's benefit, but he was enjoying it nonetheless.
He wasn't sure why he did it, but he put a paw on the back of Jake's head, lightly scritching the fur before gently pushing him towards his crotch. The wolf took a deep, exaggerated sniff, then backed away the slightest bit, pawing the bulge. His paws drifted to the elastic and tugged until Brett's erection was free. When it hit the wolf in his muzzle, he backed away just enough to lick away the drip of pre collecting at the tip.
A firm paw closed around him, making him gasp. It stroked softly a few times before pinning the horse's shaft up against his chest. Brett's eyes closed when he felt the wolf's tongue, starting at his sac and sliding all the way up his shaft. It was then that Marvin called, "Okay, okay. Enough of that already."
"Thought you'd never ask," Jake said, and the tongue was gone too soon. When the wolf was standing again, he gestured down at the horse's erection, saying, "Not bad. See, you're just as big as I am."
He started to protest, but Jake stopped him and said, "We're driving Marvin insane, you know."
"You got that right," Marvin said. "Come over here and do me, already."
"Can't say no to that." Jake's erection swung between his legs as he walked. He stopped at where he'd discarded his pants earlier and fumbled in the pockets for a bit. He came away with a bottle, the toy from before, and...
"Are those my beads?" Marvin said.
"Maybe."
"Sheesh. There's only so much stuff you can stick in me at once, you know."
"We'll see." The wolf grinned at Brett.
Brett followed the wolf over to where Marvin lay. The loveseat, he saw, was big enough to support all of Marvin and give the rest of them some room to lean on. The fox was splayed out on his back, legs clutched close to his chest like an accordian. It didn't do anything to hide Marvin's arousal, throbbing between his legs.
"Eager, aren't you?"
Brett looked at Marvin, puzzled. He followed the fox's gaze and realized that he'd been pawing himself. Strangely, he didn't feel urged to stop. "This is what you do to me," he said, gesturing with his other paw.
"I know just the game to fix that!"
"Yeah," Jake, beside him, said. An impulse spurred the horse, and one of his paws snaked over to clutch the wolf's erection. Jake didn't flinch or seem to mind at all, and though the shape was much different than Brett was used to, the warmth felt nice in his paws.
"So. Player one-" Jake pointed at Marvin's bottom. "-or player two?" And at the fox's head.
"Two for now," he said.
"Then come over here." Martin licked his lips, motioning towards himself. As soon as Brett was in range, his muzzle latched on to the equine shaft, and just when the horse thought Marvin had all in his mouth he could take, the fox looked up at Brett and swallowed more of it, as if his muzzle were endless.
The moist interior felt better than Brett would've imagined, and the fox's tongue seemed to have a mind of its own, because it always knew exactly what to do in order to make him feel good. Brett screwed his eyes shut, feeling chills run down his spine. He held off on the instinct to thrust, but a hand on his bare rump pushed him forward, urging him to do it anyway.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a thin layer of slobber forming on both his erection and the outside edge of Marvin's mouth. He braced himself on the couch and thrust harder and faster, sinking himself in as far as the fox would let him go, which was surprisingly deep, letting his tongue hang out as he panted. Marvin's head bobbed back and forth from his thrusts, and his eyes kept flitting up to the horse's muzzle.
"Enjoying yourself?"
He half-smiled, continuing his humping. Jake was level with Marvin's rear, this time pumping a finger in and out of him.
"Yeah, me too." The wolf had the dildo out again, and he around the tip a few times before saying, "Watch this."
Jake did something and Marvin squirmed, eyes going wide. A few times later and Marvin was trying to say something around his mouthful of cock.
"Uh... I think he wants you to screw him."
"Aw, but this is so fun..." The fox tried to say something again, and Jake sighed. "Okay, okay... if it'll make you shut up."
A few seconds later, Marvin opened his mouth enough to let out a squeak. Jake was laughing, pumping something much larger than a finger inside him. It was the pink toy, he realized. Brett stopped thrusting long enough to say, "Don't hurt him."
"Oh, ha. You really think I could hurt this stretchy little guy? You must not know him very well."
"Well, uh, I can't say that I've known him... like this." He'd forgotten about Marvin's paw on his rump, but when it went away he missed it. Moments later, it was there again, and the fox's fingers were sliding up and down his crack. The pressure on his erection increased, too, and he felt a fire burning inside his loins.
"Unn..." Brett crouched over a bit more, spreading apart his legs. "I think he likes it."
Jake just smirked. "Ha ha, you've got a finger up your ass. How's his muzzle?"
"Heaven," the horse said. "I might not last that much longer..."
"Time for me to get started, then..." The wolf's glistening cock came into view, a dark paw running quickly up and down the length, the wolf's orbs bouncing below it. "You want it?"
Marvin managed to nod. The wolf sank himself in, slowly at first, and when he was fully in save for the knot, the pressure on Jake's erection spiked. "Aw, fuck...." Jake said. He wasted no time, pulling almost all the way out and slamming in again; the muted sound of fur slapping together grew loud and prominent.
Seeing the wolf in increased Brett's need. It was evident from the first thrust that Marvin loved it; the fox's muzzle just got ten times better. The force of the wolf's thrusts rocked him back and forth a centimeter or so every time, and seeing the fox's muzzle try to stay with him just made the horse thrust harder. Once, he pulled out and missed on the way in, his shaft striking the fox's muzzle, but said muzzle sought him out and recaptured him surprisingly quickly, almost as if it was painful for the fox to be without a throbbing piece of meat in his muzzle.
Now, he was both face-fucking the fox and spearing himself on the vulpine finger, which felt much bigger than it was. It went deeper as time went on, and both his thrusts and his breathing became heavier and deeper. Marvin was looking up at him with the cutest eyes he'd ever seen. The fire in him began burning hotter, and something in him snapped--he realized that he'd gone past the point of no return. The finger in him pressed in just the right spot, sending pleasure spiking through his body and driving him farther over the edge. His eyes were closed again, and his teeth ground together as he tried to hold back.
He dimly registered Jake telling him to pull out and come on the fox's face. At the last second, he did, pushing as hard as he could on the finger, and Marvin's other paw was milking him hard. He cried aloud as his seed spurted out onto the fox's face.
His breathing was still fast. Marvin's tongue went up and down his length, cleaning him of any excess. Both of the fox's paws were on him now, gently stroking.
"Good?"
It was Jake. "Yeah. God, yeah." He looked at Marvin. "Where'd you learn to do all that?"
The fox laughed, smiled up at him, then gestured down at his own vulpine member, but Brett felt a bit too overwhelmed at the moment for that.
The horse sat on the edge of the loveseat, one of his cheeks on and the other off, the cloth feeling exquisite against his bare fur. He was naked, he realized-and then he felt absurdly stupid for noticing it like it was new. Looking up, he saw Jake still stretching the fox wide, but he was going slowly, as if to drag it out and savor the feeling. He scooted farther a bit and let his paws roam over the wolf's broad chest, noticing for the first time the contours and the muscle. Still thrusting, Jake looked at him, amused, but only for a few seconds.
It really was a game for them, he realized, one that they'd probably played hundreds of times while Brett had been locked in his room with nothing but magazines for company. He'd always enjoyed his time with the magazines, but none of that compared to this. Single player was fun, but multiplayer was an entirely different game. He'd been a newbie at first, but now he understood how things worked.
When he felt that he'd calmed down a bit, he gave Marvin the same once-over he'd given Jake. The fox's chest was somewhat matted from the spurts of fluid he was putting out. Brett grabbed the fox's length and let his paw slide gently up and down, trying to time it with Jake's thrusts. Every time he brushed the knot, Marvin became a bit more jittery, so he decided to focus more on it. Once, he grabbed the base and squeezed a bit forcefully, and the look on the fox's muzzle was priceless. He also tried taking it into his mouth, but he decided that the taste was something he would have to get used to and backed out. A bit of the salty fluid was still in his mouth, so he got an idea.
He moved so that he was sitting on Marvin's upper torso. He felt a claw probing at his backside, but ignored it. Reaching his head up, he brought his lips into contact with Jake's.
He was surprised at the wolf's eagerness to make out with him, tongue and all. Despite there being no overbearing affection in it, it still felt amazing. Jake tasted heavy and musky, and his mouth was just as warm as Marvin's. When Brett drew away, the wolf licked his equine nose. "Tastes like fox."
"I wonder why." The finger in his rear was replaced by a tongue, making him pant and shiver. To his own surprise, he was hardening again. Jake pulled out, gripping his thick, dripping shaft with a paw, and panted at him.
"What?" he asked.
A lupine paw gripped his erection. "Come on. You finish up this end. I want his muzzle."
At first, he doubted his ability to do it, but the wolf's paw told him that he was quite hard, despite his recent climax and present sensitivity. His body was telling him that he might regret this later, but it didn't matter much, because he wasn't really doing it for him. He got off the fox's chest, and moments later was at the fox's bottom. He stuck in a few fingers to find that the fox was quite stretchy indeed after the pounding from Jake, and that was all the priming he needed.
The slick warmth enveloped him, clutching firmly despite the ease of entry. At first, he tried to think, which end had felt better, but he knew he couldn't compare them any more than he could compare a canine dick to a feline one. His thrusts were slow at first, because he was still a bit sensitive, but it didn't take him long to pick up speed. Jake was on the other side now, thrusting in and out of the fox's muzzle, and that image helped spur Brett onwards. His paw closed around the fox's length, and he found himself stroking it in time with his thrusts.
Across the room, Jake growled, but it quickly turned into a high-pitched whine. The fox had a grip behind the wolf's knot, and he came on the fox's muzzle, mixing his copious seed in with Brett's. The wolf said a few things that made the horse's ears tilt downwards a bit, but the fox didn't seem to mind, and when the wolf rubbed the white fluid into Marvin's fur, the fox only grinned.
And then Brett felt the first spark of pleasure in his loins. His climax was still distant, but he could feel it coming already. Jake leaned over Marvin and grabbed one cheek with each paw, further spreading the panting fox apart. The horse started thrusting faster, spurred by the occasional lewd comment from Jake. "Come on," the wolf would say. "Give it to him. You know he loves it."
And give he did. Each time he sank in, the pleasure spiraled towards its peak. A few thrusts more, and he knew he was over the edge. Marvin's stained muzzle was grinning at him, the wolf's limp member hanging inches from him. The sensations built until they overwhelmed him, making him whinny out in pleasure. He dimly heard Jake telling him to pull out, or maybe it was just his imagination, and he did just in time to milk himself onto the fox's rear.
He'd barely had enough time to recover his wits before Jake came over, saying, "Lemme see." He leaned in, then said, "Nice."
Brett just grinned back at him. He looked down at his own handiwork, at that reminded him of the fox's own twitching need--something that he knew he had to help rectify.
"You gonna do something about that?"
It was the first time Marvin had spoken in a while. Before Brett could respond, Jake said, "On it," and the horse stared at what the wolf held in his paws. Jake grinned back at him and shoved the first bead into the fox's tailhole with little resistance.
Brett's hand went to the fox's erection, moving slowly along the length at first. Another bead slipped in, and he increased the pressure; a third, and he doubled his speed. As the fourth one slid in, he grasped the fox's knot, and when Marvin threw his head back and made a curious noise that sounded like a combination of a squeak and a moan, he figured the fox had reached his climax.
"These things are pretty huge," Jake said. "Squeeze below his knot."
Brett sneered back. "I've watched enough porn to know that." He kept stroking for a bit, squeezing the base, and it wasn't long before the fox was squirming in his grasp. Marvin tensed under him, then stood still, and a long spurt of white erupted from his tip, once, twice, and again, followed by shorter pulses that oozed from the tip.
Somehow, the aftermath felt draining to Brett. They lay in a comfortable silence, Marvin splayed in the center of the seat and the others sitting on its edge, beside each other. The horse didn't have a watch nearby, but he knew that time raced onwards despite it feeling so slow and almost forgotten in the moment.
The first one to move was Jake, who crawled over Marvin's body and began lapping seed off his face. Marvin was motionless for a while, but finally their lips met in a deep kiss that seemed more courteous than anything else. Still, Brett couldn't help feeling like he was intruding on a sacred routine the two had established. Afterward, the two of them stood, and Brett did the same, looking at the fox, whose fur was still matted in several places.
"We'll need to shower," Jake was saying. "Unless you want to go looking like that all day. I'm sure it's not the first time."
Marvin laughed. "For you, it wouldn't be."
"Yeah, whatever... I'm gonna go hit the showers, and maybe I'll go study or something."
Brett couldn't help snickering. "I think I'm about studied out," he said. "Maybe I'll go read Macbeth, now."
"Ugh. Good luck with that." Jake waved a paw back at him, and started back towards one of the bathrooms. Marvin was quick to leave, too, but he went to the other bathroom, leaving Brett as the odd one out. The horse didn't mind it too much, though, because he hadn't gotten that messy.
He tried to stop thinking about what he'd just done, but he couldn't, and honestly, he didn't want to. He just couldn't help feeling like he'd just beaten the latest JRPG: the experience was over, though it had been wonderful to live, and was still wonderful to relive. There was, of course, the tang of disappointment over it being finished, but that was mitigated by the knowledge that the next one wouldn't be too far off.
And, he thought as the thunder clapped, it could only get better.