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Kyrell pushed his ball cap back, then planted his fists on his hips. No doubt about it; it was a great day to go racing! Cars snarled around the track in warm-up, the throaty engine notes dropping sharply as the drivers downshifted into the switchback. This was the best kind of racing... a pick-up meet, guys - and more than a few gals - bringing their cars to see what they could do. In some ways it was better than SCCA, NASCAR or Indy; the rules in big-name racing were so predictable. Saturday meets like this were far more fun. About the only rule was to divide cars up by engine displacement; except in highly unusual circumstances, there was no point in pitting a Smartcar against a Corvette. Even so, there were some pretty odd matchups within a class. He would be racing later, but at the moment, he was keeping an eye out for a black-cherry Sebring coupe, with a certain Appaloosa horsegirl at the wheel. Rhia was new to racing but there was nothing wrong with hir basic instincts, and shi definitely loved the speed! The only concession shi'd made to safety was to install a roll bar and a five-point harness, since stock Sebrings didn't have either. They also didn't sport bored-out 3.7 litre V6s, either, and with his help and guidance to tweak the engine and transmission computers - since he was a software guru by day - hir Sebring had a pretty fair chance.

The muscular red tiger glanced down the line of car bays. He recognized the tall, curly-maned panther who was working on what looked like a Beemer two bays down, and between them was a familiar silver Mini Clubman - looks like Demona's, he reflected - with its hood up. His golden eyes lingered, admiring the pert, round curve of the mechanic's rear and the hot pants that clung to it like a second skin. Since there was nothing to do for now while Rhia ran hir laps, he saw no point in wasting the opportunity, and sauntered over to the Mini's work bay. "Hey, Aidan," he nodded to the handsome black panther.

Aidan grunted softly, his fingers straining - he could just feel the other end of the connector - and flexed, extending his claws. They snagged the elusive wiring harness, and before it could escape him again, he wiggled the other connector into place and felt as much as heard the click as they mated. He'd been looking forward to the race, eager to try his new wheels on the track and see what they could do before he started tinkering. Unfortunately, he'd had a bad MAP sensor and changing it was a cast-iron bitch of a job with the engine in. But it was done, finally, and he straightened, then arched back to work the kinks out of his back. He turned toward the movement in his peripheral vision, and a grin lifted the corner of his muzzle. Demona's Mini was in the next bay, and as usual, Racer was working on it. The panther grinned at the sight of the chinchilla's sexy, round rump, then flicked a salute to the silver-striped red tiger coming from the far bay. "Hullo, Kyrell," he greeted him as he stepped into the Mini's bay.

Racer hummed softly to himself in a light, clear tone as he slowly adjusted the setscrew. The pretty chinchilla boy loved working on Demona's car. She was a pretty fair mechanic herself when she needed to be, but it amused her to let Racer putter with her Mini, so she could relax in the currently un-used media lounge above the bleachers. He had a knack for finding the car's 'sweet spot' when tuning it - all he had to do was cock his head to one side, his ears quivering, his eyes half-closed as the note of the engine seemed to enter and go straight to his skilled fingers. At the moment he was fine-tuning the throttle linkage; he wasn't happy with the engine response and was sure he could improve it. For now he was adjusting cold, feeling the play of tension in the throttle body against the spring, and once he was satisfied with that, he'd run the engine and tweak the adjustments.

He started slightly at the sound of the two voices, and with an lithe wiggle he pulled back and straightened up. "Oh, um, hi, guys," he smiled in greeting. Aidan and Kyrell...! The chinchilla's heart started beating faster in his chest as they stepped into the bay, and in an unconsciously feminine gesture he ran his hands through his short locks. "W-what can I do for you?"

Both cats' smiles widened; the chinchilla's soft voice, slim form and effeminate manner was turning them both on rapidly. Aidan glanced casually up and down the length of the row; no-one else was around at the moment and his gaze swung back to Racer. "Well now, that's a question, isn't it?" Kyrell replied with a grin. "Looks like you need a break," Aidan added, his voice a rumbling purr of a chuckle. As one, the two big cats closed in on Racer, who looked up, his eyes moving quickly from one to the other.

"A-a b-break?" he stammered, taken aback. It was obvious what they wanted from him... and Racer felt a thrill run through him. Demona had set him up with partners before, in scenarios where he was more or less forced to submit, be it ever so willingly. Nips had been a wonderful experience, taking him roughly in Demona's garage; he'd also been bent over by Ardanis... though Ardanis was doing a fair bit of subbing himself these days. But while he'd fantasized about Aidan and Kyrell, he'd never worked up the nerve to ask Demona if she would... arrange_something... and now here they both were... had Demona done this as a gift for him, for being a good boy? A smile trembled lightly on his lips - he didn't want to presume, but... and it was them... both lovely, _big alpha male cats; he couldn't help but respond to them...

"I th-think that's a w-wonderful idea," he stammered, blushing hotly. Somehow it seemed the most natural thing in the world to kneel down; and it really was obvious, wasn't it, that he should unzip Aidan's pants... oh yummy, the panther went commando, with dark fur becoming dark skin along a lovely, long, thick penis... and it would be rude to not do the same for Kyrell, to free that black tiger shaft in the white-furred sheath, above two white-furred balls...

"Oooh... yeah..." Aidan grunted softly as the chinchilla's slim hands slid his jeans down over his hip, and he kicked them free. Racer's fingers danced lightly along the skin of his cock, tracing the veins, and his shaft bobbed, rising. A soft purring grunt from Kyrell, for identical reasons... Racer knelt before them, his eye shining as he slowly stroked them, one in each hand - or as much as he could, since his fingers wouldn't quite close around the alpha cats' thick cocks.

Kyrell bit back a long groan and stepped out of his jeans, planting his feet firmly while Racer's hand worked on him. "Hnggh...." he gasped as pleasure welled up in him. One red-furred hand moved to Racer's head, joining Aidan's hand as both of them tensed again and again in the chinchilla's slim-fingered grip. For several moments there was no sound except heavy breathing; low, guttural growls of pleasure from two feline throats, and soft panting from Racer as his hands stroked and tugged and caressed them simultaneously.

Racer's head swam, overwhelmed by the strength radiating from them. Both Kyrell and Aidan were of similar builds - broad-chested, well-muscled without being over-muscled. What mattered most to the chinchilla at the moment was that they were both bigger and stronger than him. Either one of them could've subdued him with a flex of their pecs, the ripple of muscles under black fur, or silver-striped red... and both of them together were overpoweringly more powerful. He knew well what triggered his submission; strength. He cherished a hope that one day Demona might overpower him and make him pleasure her... but it hadn't happened yet. All he could do was continue to serve her as best as he could and hope she would eventually recognize his devotion for what it was, and grant him the boon of her domination. In the meantime, he had nothing to complain about, not since she'd arranged this lovely encounter for him...! His large, green eyes looked up at the males looming over him and with a happy little sigh, he leaned forward to lightly lick the tip of Aidan's rampant erection.

"NnnghohGOD!" Aidan groaned urgently at the soft, wet touch. His fingers tightened in Racer's hair and he bucked, thrusting, pushing the black cap of his cock into the chinchilla's warm, wet mouth. "Oooh yes suck it... suck my cock...!" he panted, his eyes half-closed.

Racer nodded, his cheeks ballooning a little as the panther's ass and thighs tensed and his cock slid further in. That lovely, thick, dark cock was a generous mouthful indeed, making his lips stretch around the girth of it. Eagerly he bobbed in counterpoint to the panther's stroke while his fingers circled the base - or almost did - until the first of his pre-cum welled up at his glans and the chinchilla's tongue tingled. Letting Aidan's shaft slip from his mouth, he panted a little, then turned his attention to Kyrell. His agile tongue traced around the black helmet of the tiger's cock, then his soft, wet mouth engulfed him, his throat working as Kyrell's hand pushed him down on it against the rising thrust of his shaft.

His hand around Aidan's cock resumed jacking him while he sucked Kyrell and his other hand cupped the tiger's furry balls, fondling them while his tongue worked along the underside of the male's shaft, caressing his frenulum. A low moan escaped him, sending vibrations through Kyrell's pole, and the tiger groaned lustfully in reply.

"God DAMN...!" he growled, leaning back while pleasure surged up from his groin under Racer's skilled oral assault. "Keep that up... I'm gonna paint your tonsils...!" he panted. Racer's bobbing head and sucking lips seemed to bob faster, suck harder at this, until Kyrell's pre-cum began bubbling up from the base of his cock in the chinchilla's mouth.

Racer kept alternating between them, fingering and masturbating whichever cock wasn't in his mouth, thrusting down his throat. His pulse pounded in his ears as both cats grew closer and closer to their release, their pre-cum becoming saltier, thicker... Aidan was the first to erupt, his hand joining Racer's on his cock as he jacked furiously. Short, grunting pants grew more intense as he built up to the brink... then with a loud groan, he shuddered, bucking as he came hard! Thick, creamy semen erupted in an arcing jet that landed on Racer's face, splattering him with goo! Kyrell's crest came less than a heartbeat later, heralded by a harsh, coughing grunt, a quivering shudder... and the gush of hot, white tiger spunk that shot from his black shaft, the first jet landing in Racer's open mouth!

"HnngghaaAAAHHH!! FUUUUCK!" Kyrell yowled, while Aidan snarled his release as well, and both male's cocks flexed, bulging slightly as each load of nut-butter surged up from their balls to spurt over Racer's face and chest! In very short order the chinchilla's fur was matted and sticky; thick runnels of feline cock-cream dripping from his cheek, his nose... more oozing from the corners of his mouth as he licked his lips and swallowed in an effort to keep up with their orgasms!

"Whoo... yeah...." Aidan panted as he finished, his strong, black-furred fingers gripping himself, milking the last of his seed in a string that oozed slowly from his dark glans. "Yeah... that.. was good..." Kyrell agreed, similarly squeezing himself firmly to clean his pipe out. Both cat's cocks were no longer steel-hard, but they were still engorged and both of them knew they wouldn't need very much time at all to be ready again, not with such a sexy little plaything to share between them. Kyrell leaned back against the Mini's hood and tossed Racer a towel. "Might want to clean up a bit," he suggested.

Racer flicked his ears slightly, grinning foolishly as he caught the towel and mopped at his face, doing his best to clean off their semen. His eyes fell to their crotches, and the proud, thick shafts which even now bobbed, more than half-hard. The chinchilla's cock was uncomfortably cooped up in his tight shorts, so once he'd wiped himself as clean as he could - though it would take a shower and shampoo to clean himself off properly - he put his hands on his hips and pushed his shorts down, freeing himself. His cute little cock swung up, bobbing, and a pearled bead of pre-cum oozed from the tip from the excitement and arousal of giving both the males head.

Kyrell grinned at Aidan. "Together?" he suggested, and the panther grinned back. "You start, I'll join in," he replied, and Racer looked from one to the other, confused. "Um...?" he inquired, then nodded in understanding as Kyrell sat back on the Mini's hood and planted his feet firmly. His black cock stood up proudly, glistening with spit and a drool of jizz that oozed down the veined organ.

"Sit," he grinned at Racer, his meaning unmistakable, and the chinchilla eagerly moved to join him. He clambered awkwardly onto Kyrell, kneeling astride his strongly muscled thighs, and a shiver went through him as his orange cock brushed against the tiger's fur. Carefully he moved up, straddling him, until he felt the tiger's cock-knob slide between his soft-furred buns, against his pucker. The creamy cum on the tiger's cock smeared against his pucker and despite himself he clenched in anticipation. This was more than he'd ever dared dream of... to be impaled on Kyrell's shaft...! He knew the two males were going to spit-roast him... they might even take turns, one in his ass while the other was down his throat, and the image of that sent shivers down his spine, right into his cute little balls.

The tiger's hands were warm and strong on his hips, pulling him down. He gasped, feeling the unrelenting, insistent, growing pressure of Kyrell's cock against his anus, and tried to relax, to let the tiger in. When it happened, it came almost as a surprise; the tension building, building, building - and then the alpha was inside him, stretching him. It was a snug fit, a tight fit, and he panted softly while Kyrell paused, letting him adjust before beginning to thrust further in, opening his anal passage.

Now firmly seated inside the chinchilla, Kyrell's hands moved from his hips to his ass, getting a firm grip on each warm cheek as he dug his fingers in slightly. Racer's eyes drifted closed, his mouth open slightly for Aidan's thick member. He wasn't sure how they were going make this work, since Kyrell was leaning against the Mini; where was Aidan going to stand, to take his mouth again? He felt his anal ring relaxing further as he became accustomed to Kyrell's cock, and leaned against the tiger's broad chest while he rolled his hips in counterpoint. "Okay," he heard the words rumbling in the tiger's chest. "Take it nice and slow," Kyrell continued, and he felt Aidan's hand on his hip.

"But - aren't you -?" he started, then gasped as he felt Aidan's cock against his already-stuffed back hole, and realized that when Kyrell had said 'Together', he'd meant both of them inside his ass together!"You're too big!" he gasped in shocked surprise... and between his thighs, his cock stiffened further. The image shot through his mind like a thunderbolt - both cats penetrating his tight little rear, stretching him wider than ever before...! A gasp escaped him, born of fear and anticipation of the moment. He twisted to look back, over his shoulder, and saw a predatory smile on the handsome panther's muzzle, and his fist curled around what looked to the chinchilla's apprehensive gaze like a young tree-trunk that was nuzzling against his bottom!

He felt Kyrell's fingers digging into his ass cheeks, pulling them apart, and the warm stickiness of the panther's cum-slicked cock as he pushed and pushed and pushed...! and with a sudden lurch, he was inside! The chinchilla shivered, feeling the heat of both males inside his stretched pucker!

Aidan's arm went around Racer's waist - the way the panther might have held a girl while he entered her, he realized, blushing, and Kyrell's grip was also much as a man might hold onto a woman in the throes of lust - and slowly he pushed himself further in, his cock sliding against Kyrell's in Racer's tight rear!

Slowly at first, but with increasing speed, both cats stroked together, frenulum to frenulum in the chinchilla's ass, forging a path into him that rubbed and massaged his prostate. No words spoken, only soft, urgent growls and grunts as they took him together. All Racer could do was pant, supported by both males' hands on him, around him. His mind was a blank slate, a white void of lust and pleasure and submission while Aidan and Kyrell fucked his ass jointly with strong, powerful strokes that drove him closer and closer to the brink!

The two males moved into synch, thrusting together now where at first they had been in counterpoint, both thick, dark cocks plunging into their toy's bottom in unison! Urgent feline groans rose from both men, and above them, Racer's higher-pitched wails rose as they rutted him, hilting themselves in his tight-gripping anal passage! Both men's thrusts grew faster and faster, frenzied and savage as they gave themselves over to the wildness at their core! Helpless in their embrace, Racer's voice rose to a cry as pleasure exploded through him and he clenched tightly on both cocks!

Kyrell snarled in release as Racer's tight, cock-milking grip set him off and cum boiled up from his balls to explode into the chinchilla's ass - and even as he did, Aidan howled simultaneously, shuddering while his shaft flexed, triggered by Racer's squeezing anus, sending gushing jets of feline cock-cream! The sudden pressure of both men's eruptions, and Aidan's strong fingers on his cock pushed Racer over the edge as well, and his orange cock jumped, spitting chinchilla cream, splattering Kyrell's chest!

The two alpha males' asses and thighs flexed as they dug their claws into the floor in the grip of their orgasms, while their balls churned, sending one thick, creamy load after another up their black, cumming cocks, swiftly pumping their toy's tight rear to overflowing with their seed!

Racer could only pant, helpless, as his orgasm subsided, waiting while both males emptied themselves into him with strong, lust-fuelled eruptions... but at length they were done, beginning to soften inside him. Aidan withdrew first, making the chinchilla moan as the panther's cum-slicked shaft slid out, and his pucker closed around Kyrell's shaft firmly, if not as tightly as before. A second moan escaped him as Kyrell followed suit, sliding slickly out, followed by a slow, thick drool of their cum as his anus tried to close completely. "Oh... my... God..." he murmured, sliding limply down as Kyrell lowered him to the floor.

The chinchilla sat there in a daze while both men cleaned themselves up, a small puddle of semen forming on the bay floor under his rear. Then strong arms were lifting him, and Kyrell's deep voice was saying, "C'mon, Racer. Time for a shower," and he was more or less walked out of the bay to the locker room.

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A soft, throaty yowl floated through the lounge, and one slim, elegant grey finger clicked the STOP icon on the playback. "Oh... my... God..." she moaned, quite unconsciously echoing Racer's words. Demona dragged the slider back to the start of the captured security camera clip, then clicked the PLAY icon again. Green eyes fixed on the monitor, her hands moved from breasts to tummy to mound while on the screen, a silver-striped, red-furred tiger and a curly-maned black panther cornered the pretty, effeminate chinchilla next to her Mini...