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Motels. Meisen Shaw never liked them. They made him nervous.

Granted, that was partly because of his heritage. Therians were far more likely to encounter serious trouble at a motel than humans were - violence, theft, even murder, all insidious prospects brought about by being in such vulnerable locations. A motel wasn't private, others could be there at their leisure, and if they thought there was someone there they didn't like, access was disturbingly easy - just break a window and you could do whatever. As a consequence, it was rare for Therians to stay at motels…a larger, more secure hotel might have been more comfortable, but were more expensive, quite often out of the price range a Therian could really afford. Most stayed with other Therians if they had to go somewhere else, because that was safest.

But Meis was sleeping in one tonight. At least he wasn't alone.

And he wasn't paying for it, either. Rawlitt Tertiary Academy foot the bill for game travel. They paid for all away game travel if it was going a fair distance. And with their foes over three hours away, this was certainly more than a fair distance. Tonuba Tertiary Academy, one of a number of distance travels for them…they played a few smaller schools like this, that was how the state wanted it so that no one was left out of the running. The Tonuba Stampede were better than their size might have suggested, smaller schools had a tendency to be less competitive but they had a good program, and two years ago had actually beaten the Mad Adders. Not last year, but last year's Madders had been much better. MUCH better, as a matter of fact…they had been in the state championship game last year, just petering out in the fourth quarter to the Marquesie Gryphons, who took it for the third year in a row and looked more than ready to continue that streak.

And a lot of that was due to Meis's roommate for the trip. Thomas Calkitt, the quarterback for the Madders, a young star with a lot of potential and a lot of attention on him. He'd been a huge part of the turnaround, headlining an offense that had gone from inept the year before his advent to one of the best in the state. There had been upgrades elsewhere too, and he certainly wasn't doing it alone, but no one could deny that he'd been a big reason why the Madders were in the position that they were last year, and why they were considered high prospects to make a run this year as well.

But said prospects almost hadn't happened…partly because of Meis.

It had started one night after a game, when Meis had been planning to spend the night alone in the locker room rather than try to head back home after dark. Tom had come in and found him, and the two had spent the night there together…and gone a lot further than just sharing space. Tom found Meis attractive, Meis had always liked Tom, and the two hadn't wanted to just leave it at that…they had started to see each other more often, on a person-to-person basis outside of team activities, trying to keep it quiet because not everyone approved of such things. Their intimate moment wasn't a one-off, either, the two of them getting slowly more active with each other, enjoying their newfound relationship in every sense.

But about a month after the end of the last season, it had come out. Someone found out about them, they didn't know who, but it spread like wildfire - Thomas Calkitt was canoodling with the Madder mascot. There were even accusations that they'd lost the championship game because Tom had been getting reamed by Meis the night before, something that was categorically untrue - Tom and Meis never did anything like that the night before the game, they wanted to keep Tom fresh. It hadn't been easy, but Tom had convinced Meis that the best way of dealing with it was to simply acknowledge it, and he'd come out and said that, yes, he and Meisen were dating. And, given that they were both adults, they were well within their rights to do that and whatever else they wanted, and anyone who had a problem with that could fuck straight off.

A lot of people did, and quite a few of them did not fuck straight off.

But one was more of a problem than anyone else - Rommel Pliskin, coach of the Madders. Coach Pliskin was notorious in the school for being pretty sharply bigoted against Therians, calling the mascot displays 'animal theater' and routinely using denigrating language, hinting at violence against them being a good thing, and there were rumors that he'd even assaulted Therian students before, and threatened worse if they ever tried to go public about it. Meis didn't like him at all, and the feeling was mutual, but Coach Pliskin had never touched him, and as long as that was the case, he was willing to keep at his role, even as he remained wary. But he'd been one to suggest he bought the rumors that the relationship between them had cost the team the championship, and had floated the prospect that Tom would be replaced as starting quarterback the next year if he 'wasn't committed to the team' - a not-so-veiled threat to dump Meis if he wanted to keep playing.

It was a threat that had somewhat backfired on him, though. While there were plenty of students at Rawlitt who didn't exactly think much of Tom and Meis together, a larger number thought less of undermining their almost-championship football team because of it. And that uproar, and the threat of a lawsuit by the Calkitt family, had forced Coach Pliskin to back down. Tom remained the quarterback, and had easily fended off any effort by the other two on the roster to outdo him - including Ferrel Diamond, Coach Pliskin's clear darling, more for his openly bigoted attitude than his quality of play, which was more along the lines of the quarterback who had preceded Tom. The team was sort of split on the whole matter - a lot of them didn't think much of the relationship, and what had been rumors had turned into taunts about Tom's proclivities, but at the same time, they didn't want to lose out on their best opportunity to make a name for themselves on the field, and no player was calling for him to be replaced.

Nor were they calling for Meis to be removed, though some sharper words were directed his way. And they weren't the only ones…the boa was getting heat from some of his peers as well. A number of Therians had charged him with being a race traitor for his relationship, claiming betrayal and saying he was siding with the oppressor class. Those hurt to hear, not just because he certainly wasn't getting any extra consideration from other humans but for how they treated Tom, who had always been vocally pro-equality and had routinely called out the abuses Therians took, and whose family had a distinct notoriety for being strongly in support of Therian causes. At least it was only a vocal minority…there were plenty who were much more supportive, and hoped that Tom and Meis's relationship could be seen as something normalizing. Which Meis doubted that was going to be anywhere near enough, but if it helped, he wasn't going to complain.

And that was about the way things stood. Tom and Meis didn't have to hide themselves anymore, but at the same time were cautious about being TOO open or flaunting it too much, since there was still a lot of disapproval and one never knew how far someone was going to take it. Coach Pliskin was harder on Tom than anyone else on the team, but no longer overtly threatened his position, only hinted that if he didn't perform he wouldn't hesitate to pull him. The team gave Tom and Meis shit for it, but not enough to undermine the team itself. It wasn't exactly calm and peaceful, but, unfortunately, Meis was used to having stresses hanging over him for one reason or another, this was just another he'd deal with, and at least he was getting something out of this one.

Which brought them to tonight. Tonuba was their first road game of the season…they were already 1-0 from the home opener, a game against Twillic TA which was a fairly predictable curbstomping. The first road game was always kind of an event, the team having their first time mostly on their own away from the academy, all sorts of plans to enjoy themselves…but Tom and Meis weren't part of that. They were staying in a separate motel, away from the rest of the team…ostensibly, a move meant to avoid 'conflict', but they couldn't help but sense that it was meant to have the opposite effect. Still, it meant that they had private time, and that was one thing that they could get out of the arrangement.

Meis couldn't say he felt comfortable, but it was better with Tom than on his own. To be sure, he HAD been booked in a different room, because the coach was very much against them doing any hanky-panky, but Meis had checked in with Tom and pretended that they were always meant to be together, and Coach Pliskin didn't need to know about it. They weren't going to do anything like that before the game anyway, and being together would help both of them perform better tomorrow, relaxing them and helping them sleep better than they would alone. And they were on the second floor, which was at least a little further from easy access than the first (where his original room was, probably not by accident), so Meis definitely felt more secure there. It was hopefully just going to be a quiet night - he wasn't going to do anything to wear out Tom before the game. After was potentially another story, depending on how the human felt, but he was conscientious about things beforehand. Still, that didn't mean they couldn't be close to each other, and on the one bed in the room, they were laying together, side by side with Tom leaning into him. “You okay, Meis?"

“Yeah, I think so."

“Year heartbeat doesn't seem to agree."

“…It's kind of annoying like that." Meis sighed a bit. “I'll be fine. It's hard not to think about all the stories I hear about these places…even if probably half of them are made up, that's half that aren't."

“It's unfair. I wish we could have gotten into a better place, but Coach wouldn't let me pay for my own room - said it wouldn't be fair for the rest of the team if I was in that much of a better place." Tow's brow furrowed. “I think he just didn't want to think about YOU being in a better place."

“I wouldn't be surprised." Bigots couldn't stand that, Meis knew that all too well - nothing rankled a lot of people more than when a Therian was well-off, or even seemed like it. Many humans seemed to think that was a privilege that was reserved for them and them only. “I'll survive. We stayed in motels last year, too…I always had my own room, and nothing ever happened. Except not sleeping great, but that's to be expected."

“I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?"

“You're doing everything right. There's a lot that you can't control…but you just being here is helpful. There's safety in numbers."

“I'd prefer safety in people being decent and kind-hearted. Maybe someday we'll actually get there…"

Meis hummed a bit at that, pulling Tom close to him. He was definitely one of those kind-hearted souls, and the world could have used more like him…but as long as there was a scarcity of those, he needed to make sure Tom kept being able to be Tom. The worst thing in the world would have been for Tom to lose that light he had in his spirit…even though Tom was protecting and helping him in lots of ways, Meis wanted to be able to protect Tom as well.

It wouldn't be long before he would have one of those 'be careful what you wish for' moments.

———

Sleep wasn't coming easy for Meis. Tom had already drifted off, but the boa was still a little too on edge. Holding the human close to him was comfort, but it was still a slow process of getting down to sleep. Every little noise from outside seemed to trigger his vigilance, making him wonder if something was going on that he needed to be ready for…he knew he was being paranoid, that the likelihood of something like that happening was pretty low, but the brain sometimes didn't care about odds, it cared about situations that seemed threatening. He was doing his best to try to discard each sound as meaningless and mundane…

That hum is just the sound of a car driving down the road. Not even close by, nothing to worry about.

That clunking is just the sound of the air conditioner next door. Whoever's there is probably asleep already and doesn't notice, but it isn't going to hurt anyone.

That 'creaking' isn't creaking, it's the sound of frogs outside. Animal frogs, not Therian frogs, they make much lower sounds. Frogs can't hurt you unless they're poisonous and there aren't any of those around here.

That rattling sound is…is…wait…

Meis's eyes shot open. That sound was coming from far too close by. In fact…it was coming from their door. He rose up, shaking his head, trying to make sense of it. It sounded like someone was trying to turn their door handle…and sticking a card in. Maybe someone had the wrong room…even if they did, that was possibly kind of dicey, some people didn't behave rationally when confronted with their wrongness.

“Meis?" Tom had roused as Meis got off the bed. “What's going on?"

“Not sure. Might be a mistake." Meis was up on his feet, moving cautiously towards the door. The rattling of the knob hadn't stopped, and seemed to be getting more aggressive. This wasn't good at all, Meis had to hope that he could defuse the situation…and then his eyes widened as he heard a beep, and a click. That's…the sound of a card opening the door. They didn't have the wrong room, they had a key to our room!

Just as he realized that, the door burst open, and a figure charged in. A BIG figure. Meis wasn't ready for it, but the figure wasn't ready for him, either, and plowed right into him - and that got him going in a hurry, as he grabbed at the figure and pulled him down to the ground. It was a big body, a muscular body, someone who clearly had some power at his beck and call - but Meis was no small fry himself, and he was good at subduing sizable creatures. He may not have had the raw coiling power of a feral boa, but his muscles were still tuned pretty well towards latching on and squeezing, and he used that to his advantage now, keeping a tight pin on a leg and an arm while holding tight to that big body. He was getting thumped around against the floor for his trouble, but the creature wasn't escaping, and that was the important thing.

Suddenly the lights flashed on. Tom was by the doorway, having closed up the door in case anyone else was outside, and illuminating the room to see who the attacker was. A stun gun was in his hand, pointed at the big guy - something that Meis was incredibly grateful for, Tom carried that with him regularly, he was on the smaller side and while physically fit he was outclassed by plenty of humans and a lot of Therians, so it was better protection than relying on his body. “Stop right now! Don't make me use this!"

“Fuck! Okay, okay! I give! I give!" The creature stopped struggling so much…and Meis got a shock, both at the voice and at the form he was clinging to. A rhino Therian, at least his height if not a bit taller, broad as hell, and relatively young…and all too familiar. It was Brandun Hawkes, mascot of the Tonuba Stampede - the same guy he was supposed to be doing the show with tomorrow.

Fear gave way to anger. If there was one thing that was going to get Meisen hot, it was ANY Therian threatening Tom, threatening to sour him on their kind after all he'd done to try to boost them up. His hand went to the rhino's throat, making him gack a bit. “You wanna tell me why you decided to fucking intrude on OUR room, bitch? Or do I have to start getting NASTY?"

“Ngh! D-don't hurt me, please! I promise, I won't do anything!"

“You've already done plenty! You had a key to our room, what kind of stunt were you trying to pull?!"

“Meis!" Tom's voice cut into Meis's head, pulling him back from that fury just a little. He settled down, just enough for Tom to get control of things. “It's okay. You can let him up. I've got the stun gun trained on him, and you can stay between us while we try to figure things out. Brand'll tell us what the deal is…won't you, Brand?" The way Tom said that was dangerous, more than one would expect out of the slighter human - but Meis knew it was effective, Tom might not have been big but he had ways of getting things done.

So Meis let go, directing Brand to sit in a chair while he stood at guard. With Brand sitting, it would be very obvious if he tried to make a move, enough that Tom would be able to use the stun gun and Meis could step in if he had to. Brand looked pretty shaky, he clearly hadn't been anticipating this kind of resistance…hopefully that was enough to make him think twice about pulling any funny business. “Okay, Brand, out with it. What were you doing?"

“…I…l-look, I…I know it's gonna sound bad-"

“You're not off to a good start. Less waffling, more answers."

“F-fine…I…I was approached by a guy to…do something for pay. He…he told me what room Thomas Calkitt was sleeping in, and told me I could get a key from the clerk here. I was…I was supposed to come in and…" Brand paused, his expression tightening.

“What were you supposed to do?" Tom asked nervously.

“I…I was…"

“Out with it already!" hissed Meis.

“…I was supposed to rape you! Okay?!" Brand dropped his head as fast as the other two dropped their jaws. “I was supposed to barge in, rape you, and make it so you couldn't play tomorrow. You'd be too…you know. You wouldn't be walking right…but you were supposed to be alone, I didn't know someone else was gonna be here!"

“Are you fucking kidding me?!" burst out Meis. “You were gonna RAPE Tom?! What kind of lowlife horseshit IS that?!"

“I'm sorry! I…I wasn't…it was a lot of money! It's hard enough to get good pay, even mascot shit doesn't give me that much…"

“Oh, really? That's your excuse? And what was it supposed to be worth to you?!"

“…$2500." The figure made Meis recoil a bit. He'd thought that it was something like fifty bucks, maybe a hundred, at most two…that amount of money was something that would even give HIM pause, he'd never seen that much in his life. For a broke Therian in tertiary, having that kind of sum put in his face to do something like that to someone who might never know who he was and who he'd never see again…maybe it COULD seem worth it.

Tom was likewise pretty rattled by that. “Who…who would pay that much to do something like that to me?"

“I don't know who it was," Brand said with a shake of his head. “He was a stranger to me, and he didn't show me his face. He…he sent me a text, telling me to meet him somewhere in the city today, and then told me what I was supposed to do…and he handed me the cash up-front, but said if I didn't show him proof that I'd done the deed, he'd hunt me down and take more than just his money back."

“You sure it wasn't Tonuba's coach or something?" asked Meis suspiciously. It wouldn't have been the first time…there'd been a very public incident a few years back in a neighboring state where a venomous snake mascot had been paid to bite and poison a player on the opposing team. For some people, nothing was off-limits when it came to trying to win.

“Couldn't have been, I would've recognized the voice, I know them all too well. All I know is that he was pretty tall and broad, his clothes weren't really recognizable or anything…the only thing really memorable about him was how jacked up his hand was, he had like a big X-shaped scar on the back of his hand."

Tom and Meis both started at that. “X-shaped scar? You mean, like…" Tom traced on the back of his hand, the shape that he thought Brand was talking about.

“Yeah, just like that. It looked nasty as hell, I don't even wanna know where it came from…wait, you…you know this guy?"

“Yeah, you could say that." Tom had gone pale, sitting down on the bed and rubbing his head. And Meis couldn't blame him, knowing exactly who it was as well. “…That's Coach Plisken."

“W…wait…YOUR COACH?!"

“Yeah," Meis hissed darkly. “No one's supposed to talk about that scar. He DOES NOT tell anyone how he got it, and if you badger him about it you're in deep shit. He wears a glove whenever he's out on the field because he doesn't want people to see it. But most of the team's seen it at least once, because he doesn't always wear it when in private."

“But…but what the fuck?" Brand was sputtering in disbelief. “Why in the good holy hell would your coach pay me to take you out of the game?! Why would he WANT to sabotage your team like that?!"

“…I think I know." Both Meis and Brand looked at Tom, whose eyes were closed and head was in his hands wearily. “To get me off the team. He's wanted me gone ever since it came out that I was with Meis, but he couldn't just cut me, the school would've had his head. So he tries to arrange it so I'm on my own, and then buys you to rape me so that I'm worn out and…unsteady on my legs for the actual game. He expects us to lose, then he can blame me…and Meis. He tells them I was letting Meis fuck me instead, and that I'm prioritizing being a slut over the team, so he has every reason to cut me and make Ferrel the starter instead. The team tanks the rest of the season, and everyone blames me and Meis, and the image of our relationship goes into the absolute gutter."

Brand's eyes were wide at that. “Jesus. I don't know what's scarier, that plot or the fact that you could come up with it just like that."

“Sadly, I've heard every piece of it come out of the mouths of other people…it's pretty ugly how people can get."

“If anyone would do it, it'd be Coach Pliskin," grumbled Meis. “He all but said he'd rather lose with a Therian-hater than win with a Therian-fucker. And if he can blame the losing on someone else and destroy our relationship at the same time…he must have thought it would be a lot more winning in the end."

“Shit…fuck…I feel like such garbage…" Brand looked like he was about to be ill. “What the hell was I thinking…letting myself be bought like that, I'm such a piece of shit…fucking forget it, I'm not gonna do this, I'll just give the money back…I should'nta even thought about taking it, oughta go turn myself in anyway…"

The rhino stood up and made to leave, but Tom's voice halted him. “Wait. Brand…don't go."

“Huh?" Brand was confused, and so was Meis, looking down at Tom quizzically.

“…What were you supposed to do? To prove that you…did what you were asked to do?"

“Uh…I was…supposed to send him a, uh…a, uh…" Brand gulped. “…A p-picture of your…ruined and leaky asshole."

“Oh, THAT'S lovely," winced Meis. “Guess Pliskin's a sick fuck, too."

But that didn't seem to be Tom's first thought…and after a moment, he looked up at Meis. “Meisen…I know this is gonna be weird, but…can Brand fuck me?"

Two sets of double-takes from the two Therians, almost making them both fall over. “What? Are…what are you saying, Tom?!" Meis asked aghast.

“Sorry…I guess I probably could have done a better job with that…" Tom took a deep breath. “You heard what Brand said…he said if he didn't do it, Coach Pliskin was going to hunt him down and do something to him. And…I don't think he'll be satisfied with Brand just willingly turning the money back over. With how little he thinks of Therians, just the fact that Brand would back out…that would be enough to make him deserving of punishment. And besides that, I'd rather Brand get the money than Coach Pliskin get it back, especially because he's probably gonna use it to try to pay someone else to do it, even if not now…there's a lot more games to play, and the more chances he gets, the more he'll try to set it up to make it harder for me to get out of it. Eventually, I'm going to be fucked…"

“But…but I can't rape you!" protested Brand.

“It's not rape if I'm letting you do it."

“W-wait…wha?"

“Tom…" Meis found it absolutely mind-boggling that Tom would even suggest something like that…but he knew Tom too well to think it was just out of the blue. “What are you plotting?"

“A way out of this. Here's the plan…Brand fucks my ass, snaps his pic, and gets his piece done. It's…gonna affect me tomorrow, for sure, but when they come to talk to me, I spill the beans. I tell everyone about what Coach Pliskin did, I make sure they know Brand didn't rape me, and…Brand shows them the text exchange. Once it's out in the open, hopefully there'll be consequences for him…that's a serious crime he's committed, even if you don't follow through with it."

“But if I do that, you might lose tomorrow…" Brand pointed out uncertainly. “And they'll all hear that you…asked me to…"

“Who cares?" Tom replied with an uncharacteristic sharpness. “If I can't play well and we lose, it just means that I don't reward Coach Pliskin with a good performance. And it's not like the team cares about me beyond the fact that I can play well anyway…if I have to risk taking a loss to blow his scheme up, so be it, this means more than football. And as for letting you do me, what are they going to do, call me a Therian slut? They already do that anyway. The only reason I wouldn't do it if is it made Meis uncomfortable…"

Putting his feelings that high up was certainly something that Meis would have found more heartwarming if this situations wasn't so bizarre that it pretty much choked out everything else. But…Meis had a feeling that Tom had thought this out a lot more thoroughly than either himself or Brand. It wasn't just arm strength and accuracy that made him a top-notch quarterback, it was his keen mind, and Meis knew that mind wasn't only attuned to football. The plan was a doozy, but Tom was right, Pliskin wasn't going to stop doing what he was doing if he failed once, if he was ready to pay someone to pull shit like this he was committed…Tom's plan would make it come crashing down before it took them all out. And if that meant letting Brand tap that ass…it wasn't like Meis hadn't had exclusive access to it for almost a year already, and it was for a good cause. “Let's do it. Let's take that asshole coach down."

Brand still looked dubious, but gave a hesitant nod. “I…guess if you both are okay with this…you have to deal with him more than I do, and I owe you guys big-time as it is for stopping me before I sent my life to shit. Whadda I gotta do?"

“All you have to do is hold on to that money for the moment, keep that message trail…and give me a good pounding." Tom smiled at Brand as he dropped down his boxers, the only thing he was wearing at the moment; his youthful, toned, athletic body was on full display, even if it couldn't quite hold a candle to the two Therians it was quite appealing for a human. It amazed Meis how collected he seemed, given everything that had just happened…Tom really never stopped impressing him. He just hoped Tom knew what he was doing, because this was probably not going to be easy…Brand was working his cock out, and he was clearly packing the way a guy like him looked like he'd be packing. Hopefully Tom's experience with Meis would at least help…

Tom got himself on the bed, on his hands and knees, positioning his ass near the edge to make is easy for Brand to go all out on him. The rhino was still a touch wary as he finally shucked off his shorts fully and approached, though one part of him was clearly eager…Meis winced a bit at the sight of it, it was certainly longer and thicker than what he provided Tom on the regular, and was blunted at the end rather than pointed like his own pair. If the goal was making the human walk funny, that would definitely accomplish it…

“Meis?" The snake jumped a bit, snapped out of his thoughts by Tom's voice. He looked over to see the human beckoning him to the bed. “I don't want to make too much noise…you've got something to 'keep me quiet' with, don't you?" Such a coy come-on, Meis couldn't help but grin a bit, even as tense as he felt, and shed his own drawers as he stepped over to the bed, kneeling down on the mattress in front of Tom as he everted his own pair. It was probably going to be somewhat messy tonight…lucky it was a warm night, they could probably just chuck the thin cover blanket in the corner and sleep without it that night.

Brand was in position, rubbing his thick dick up against Tom's ass. “I can try to go easy on ya, I don't wanna hurt you if I can help it…"

Tom shook his head. “Don't hold back any more than you have to…Coach'll notice it if you do, and he'll probably suspect something. I need you to make sure I'm really feeling it." Hearing that was not putting Meis at the greatest of ease, but he didn't say anything - this was Tom's show, he knew what he was doing. All he had to do was make sure things didn't go farther than Tom could handle, and he'd cross that bridge if it showed up. Until it did, his role was muffler, and for that he just needed to be there while Tom engulfed the first few inches of his left twin, a light hiss escaping him as that warm mouth started to work on him. The human seemed particularly eager to get to it, not building up like the usually did…

And why was all too clear when Brand tightened his hold on Tom's hips, and showed himself partway with a grunt. That thick cock sank in with an audible pop, several inches barreling inside the human. With nothing but natural fluids lubing him, it was quite a bit rougher entry than was advisable - Meis had always started out slower, he didn't have to treat Tom as delicately as the first time but he always took it relatively gradually, only speeding it up more when they used some extra lube to facilitate things. Brand wasn't doing that, and his larger size and less accommodating shape were probably a good deal rougher to handle…Tom was clearly feeling it, Meis could see it in his face and feel it in the tension of his mouth around his dick, but he made no indication to stop things.

And Brand noticed that as well, and it seemed to spur him on - after a brief hesitation, he started putting more into it, working himself out and in, not terribly slowly or gently. More and more of his cock was pushing in on each thrust, delving in faster than Tom seemed to be ready for, a raw fuck which was testing the limits of the human's endurance. It probably wasn't as hard as if Brand had gone through with the real thing, but as far as Meis was concerned, it was as close a simulation of the harshness of the intended rape as they could get without putting Tom in real danger. And if Brand overdid it any further, he might not have been able to stop himself from speaking up.

Tom was doing his best to divert his focus, though. Meis was letting out a few breathy moans as his cock was worked expertly, Tom pushing down further to muffle his groans and moans, getting Meis into his throat and bobbing slowly as he licked along that length and swallowed down the boa's pre. And Tom's left hand was getting his other dick in on the action, the human switching to holding himself up with one arm so that his other could pleasure Meis further, rubbing and stroking him and squeezing the sensitive tip, letting pre drool down before smearing it all over that shaft to make the masturbation quicker and easier. It was a particularly vigorous effort, more than Tom usually did with him - not that Meis had been seeking it, they always enjoyed their sessions and Meis didn't at all mind the more laid-back atmosphere, it was just a fair departure.

Perhaps Tom was trying to distract him from what else was going on…or maybe he was trying to distract HIMSELF from the trial he was enduring. If so, that was a tall order, given what he was dealing with…Brand finally drove in to the hilt, overpowering that tight ass for the last few inches all at once, adding to the roughness, and he wasn't giving Tom any real adjustment period, pounding away with the muscle he bore and imposing his will on the human's flesh. His hips were smacking into Tom's rear with vivacity, his balls were swinging hard into the human's, his grip was almost painfully tight…even from the rhino's standpoint, it seemed almost like too much, and Brand half-expected to hear Tom begging for mercy at any moment, unable to endure the punishment any longer.

But Tom wasn't giving, and in fact he was almost pushing back into Brand a little here and there, not able to move that much but definitely swaying between Brand and Meis. His cock was rock-hard and swaying under him, dribbling pre onto the bed, and he was occasionally squeezing down onto Brand as much as he could. Meis could still by his expression that it was a rough ride, it wasn't all pleasant, but clearly he was finding enough to like about this to get something out of it, because those muffled moans weren't all strained, either. It was impressive how well he was taking it, Meis was surprised but also relieved, it was easier to handle all this knowing that Tom wasn't in total agony.

Particularly because it meant he didn't have to feel guilty about finding the sight of it extremely hot.

He couldn't really help it, a lot about it turned his crank. The subtle societal deviance of a human submitting to anthros, and the more wholesome thrill of seeing a partner he cared about in pleasure, and of course the fact that he was an active participant still…Meis had always known that exclusivity wasn't something he was necessarily bound to, just something that had been an expectation, snakes weren't the most popular anthros despite their attributes and just finding one person to get to know better was often hard enough, plus he was leery about being open about something like that in tertiary, where there was a reputation of 'give an inch and they'll take a mile' when it came to stuff like that. Tonight's events, quite unexpectedly, were proving to be a bit of an unintended indulgence for him…he just hoped that it wouldn't be one Tom would have to pay too much for after the fact.

Brand started to suddenly slam in hard, grunting heavily with each thrust…he was clearly getting close, and no longer holding much of anything back. Thankfully, enough of his pre had leaked into Tom that the passage was relatively smooth, though the stretch was certainly not going to make it a breeze. Tom was grunting as well, moaning in between sometimes, and working Meis as much as he could, pushing several inches of snake dick into his throat with each bob now, doing his best to keep working that other staff despite things getting a little more chaotic. Meis had moved a bit closer, helping keep Tom upright and in place so that he didn't get shoved forward too much by Brand's forceful pounding and didn't lose his balance trying to work Meis up to the limit. The double-attention was really doing it for him, making him squirm a bit as he rapidly approached the finish…

But Brand beat him there, barely biting back a bellow as he hammered in once more, setting off Tom's climax just in the nick of time as his own struck, a hefty flood of rhino seed deluging the human's innards. Tom squirmed and spasmed as he let loose on the bed, making the first and smaller of two imminent messes; he was only barely keeping up, Meis on the verge, teetering but not quite there to go over. Meis was barely even thinking about it when his hand went to the back of Tom's head and suddenly he shoved deeper, burying most of his cock in the human's throat and then loosing a loud hiss as that finally pushed him over. Thick gluts of seed pulsed out of both cocks, one of the two releases pumping deep into Tom's throat while the other jetted onto Tom and the bed, making a fairly robust mess of both; Meis rocked back and forth slowly throughout, trying to milk himself gradually of everything, ensuring that Tom was well-marked with his spunk both inside and out. After a few of these he managed to pull back, and let the rest of his one load pool in Tom's mouth, allowing the human to taste and swallow him more at his own pace, deep breaths making the boa's chest rock in and out.

It took a bit, but all three of them eventually came down from their respective climaxes, easing the strain on Tom's body just a little bit. Tom was sweaty, hair unkempt, clearly worn out from everything, but he didn't seem to be a total wreck…though Meis had a feeling that Brand's rutting had done its intended job, as Tom's legs were clearly shifting and squirming a bit. Which left only one more bit of business to take care of…

Brand pulled out of Tom, a little bit more forcefully than necessary, a loud slurp accompanying his exodus. Tom's ass was gaping pretty wide from it, looking somewhat tender…the rhino stumbled over to his shorts and pulled out his phone, then stepped back over and took a shot of the human's used ass, making sure to keep Meis out of the shot. He typed a little bit and then sent it off, his expression tightening again as he officially took on his double-agent role. “Okay, sent it off…I don't expect he'll reply, but, he'll know at least…"

“Mngh…I don't think I'd want to know what he said, anyway…" Tom was panting pretty hard as his mouth was finally freed from Meis's dick. “Whoof…that…is definitely going to make me walk funny tomorrow…"

“Are you okay, Tom?" Meis asked, slightly concerned.

“I'll be fine…just might need a bit of help getting to the shower and cleaning off."

“I'll be happy to help with that." Meis scooted Tom towards him and helped him upright, a fair bit of seed leaking from the human's hole as he was maneuvered onto his legs. “Let's get you cleaned up and get you some sleep, huh?"

“I should probably get out of here now, just in case," said Brand nervously, pulling his shorts back on and trying to tuck his diminishing erection back into his sheath. “I'll, uh…I guess I'll see you…tomorrow, then."

“Yeah," nodded Tom. “Make sure you keep all those messages…we're gonna take him down."

———

It was a day of nerves for Meis, and he wasn't the only one. Seeing Tom stumbling around somewhat that morning didn't exactly set him at ease, though the human assured him that it was just soreness. He also insisted on walking under his own power, saying he didn't want anyone getting any ideas and potentially giving the scheme away to Coach Pliskin. It wasn't the easiest walk, Meis could tell, but Tom was doing better than he would have thought.

He didn't get to be around Tom right away, having to get things set up with Brand before the game. The rhino was a bundle of nerves too, particularly after having seen Coach Pliskin from afar and being more sure than ever that it was him who'd hired him. Brand was already making plans to resign from his position - even if things had turned out differently, he'd taken money to try to sabotage another team's player, he knew the school would get rid of him anyway, and he was willing to accept that, it was his punishment for his moment of weakness. His main concern was that he'd be accused of something worse before they were ready for it, and then he'd probably be taken to jail before there was a chance of clearing things up; Meis assured him that Tom would do everything he could to keep that from happening, though inwardly he was worried, he didn't know what was going to happen after Tom exposed everything and there was a chance that Brand would get some backlash anyway. And not all undeserved, really, but that didn't mean he should be branded a rapist for what wasn't actually a rape.

Still, they went through the motions. Meis kept his eyes on Tom as much as he could during the game, having more time than a typical game because the away mascot generally didn't do as much, Brand was the prime entertainer for the mostly-home crowd. Tom was definitely not at his most nimble, walking and running more gingerly than normal, stumbling a bit on some of his dropbacks, and generally not displaying as much mobility as normal…it had to be pretty obvious to anyone watching. Despite that, he was still playing surprisingly well - his arm was still as sharp as ever, and Meis was noticing that he was calling a lot of audibles, favoring quicker passes and handoffs, which the Stampede seemed not to have been ready for - a lot of chunk plays were picked up as yards after catch on short passes before they finally started tightening up their defenses, and even then Tom was keeping them guessing with all the switched plays.

Meis and Brand had their 'brawl' over halftime, which saw Meis take a rather obvious fall to the rhino's choreographed smackdown. Brand was doing his best to put on a good show, but Meis could tell he was struggling with a few emotions and his heart wasn't totally in it. He couldn't really blame the rhino, there were more important things he was going to have to deal with…perhaps it was to his benefit that the Stampede were down a fair bit, the crowd wasn't exactly hyped up to start with.

And they didn't get more so. Even though the second half saw adjustments by the Stampede, the best they were able to do was match the Madders' scores, they weren't losing ground but they weren't making any up, either. And when one of the Madders' linebackers snatched up an inopportune fumble late in the game, the victory was sealed. Perhaps not the most impressive performance the team had put up, but it was still a fairly decisive victory, and for most, that was all that mattered.

Not for Meis, though. It was what was coming after that mattered more here. And as he saw local reporters approaching the quarterback, he hurried over, motioning to Brand to join them. Things had a chance of getting pretty ugly, he wanted to make sure he protected Tom as best he could.

“Tom, would you mind telling us what was going on out there? Some of the watchers were saying you seemed to be hurt out there." The reporter was a woman in her late 20s or early 30s, not a student so probably there as part of the state news.

“Oh, I'm not hurt, don't worry about me," Tom said, trying to be dismissive but with a lingering tone of 'ask me more' underneath.

“Are you sure? You didn't seem to be running around like you usually do, and you seemed to be stumbling coming out of some plays. Some were wondering why Coach Pliskin wasn't taking you out."

“Well, he already tried, but I wasn't going to let that stop me."

That line clearly threw the reporter for a loop. “What do you mean?"

“What I mean is that Coach Pliskin tried to get me taken out before the game started. He hired the Stampede mascot to try to hurt me last night. But I worked it out with him, he just gave me a pounding I won't be forgetting any time soon."

“Wh-exCUSE me?!" This certainly wasn't the story the reporter was expecting to have fall into her lap. “Are you telling me Brandun Hawkes raped you?" Of course, she had to exclaim that right as Brand was getting close, and the rhino looked like he was about to have a heart attack.

Which might have been why Tom raised his voice in his next response. “He did NOT rape me. It was a consensual encounter. But that was was Coach Pliskin wanted him to do, for sure."

“Hey, hey, HEY!" Meis steeled himself as Rommel Pliskin suddenly tore over towards them, clearly having been drawn by the last couple lines. His expression was somewhere between frantic and furious as he barged towards them. “I don't know what you all are talking about, but it'd better stop right now! Boy, what the hell are you on, saying things like that?!"

Tom turned to look at Coach Pliskin, eyes narrowing. “I'm just telling them what you tried to do to me, coach. Unless you're gonna try to tell me someone else has the same scar you do on your hand."

Coach Pliskin recoiled a bit, his left hand automatically going to cover the back of his right, even though it was still gloved. “I TOLD you, boy, we DON'T talk about that. And I don't know what that has to do with anything here!"

“Because it's the same hand you handed two and a half grand to Brand with to do your dirty work," hissed Meis.

“Shut your trap, snake. What, are you putting him up to this shit? Trying to get me in trouble and make me look bad? You're lucky anyone puts up with you in the first place, you'll regret pulling a stunt like this!"

“It's definitely him," Brand jumped in, shakily but determinedly. “I recognize the voice."

Coach Pliskin's scowl turned even uglier. “Smearing me on TV, you'll be lucky if the lawsuit doesn't take every penny you'll ever make in your lives! And you, Calkitt! If you think you're playing another down for me, you're as deranged as these animals!"

“You'd be right about that, but not for the reasons you think," Tom replied coolly. “Brand, your phone."

“Y-yeah, okay…" Brand pulled out his phone and pulled up the text conversation, showing it to the reporter, who jerked back when she saw the picture. “He had me take a picture of the evidence, said if I didn't follow through he was going to do more than just take the money back…"

The reporter looked over at Coach Pliskin in horror, making the older male whiten but still fight to maintain his defense. “This is bullshit! They're just making things up, there's nothing connecting me to it at all! It's just defamation and slander, no one's done anything, they're just trying to cover their asses over what they were doing last night! They've got a vendetta against me, of course they'd come up with something to-"

The impassioned defense was suddenly stopped cold when there was a buzz and ring from Coach Pliskin's pocket. The coach was startled into silence, giving Brand the opening. “Huh…whaddaya know, when I hit the 'call number' button, your phone starts ringing. Maybe you aren't as slick as you thought, 'coach'."

“You…you…" The coach seemed to have seized up, being caught out in a way that Meis knew didn't give him any way out - even if he tried to claim someone had given Brand his number, the records would show he was the one who made first contact. And with the crowd having gathered around, having heard everything that had been going on, there was no physical way out, either. Meis braced himself for the possibility that Coach Pliskin might try to attack one of them, that he'd have to defend himself or Tom or Brand…but the Tonuba security personnel were there before anything like that could happen. Almost a little disappointing that he couldn't take a swing at the bigot, but seeing his impotent rage was satisfying enough.

———

The snowball was in full motion from there.

The police had shown up within the hour, having been called by one of the security personnel. Rommel Pliskin was immediately arrested on charges of conspiracy to commit sexual assault and solicitation of criminal activity, among other charges. Brandun Hawkes was almost also arrested on charges of rape, only escaping when Tom fiercely defended him to cops that did not seem to want to give the Therian the benefit of the doubt. Only when Tom warned that his family would readily file lawsuits on Brand's behalf for false arrest did they back down, though one of the cops was especially unhappy about it, issuing a veiled threat to them all before being pulled away by others. Brand managed to get away from that, but not from all consequences, and his statement of resignation was immediately and unquestioningly accepted by the Tonuba coach. He also spoke about leaving Tonuba TA entirely, which Meis privately thought was probably a good idea; he hoped that Brand would find somewhere else to go where things weren't going to be hanging over his head, though he wondered if he would feel the same if Brand had actually gotten to execute the plan in full. That he was there that night to stop the rhino might have saved all three of them from a much worse mess than what they would have to deal with now…

The events were the talk of the team on the way back, even more than the game itself, which was almost unheard of after a victory. Though in same ways the game was still involved, since a fair few of the players were gaping at the idea that Tom could play at all after what had happened (the picture, naturally, had spread like wildfire). Some were less impressed than disgusted, and a few of them (unsurprisingly including Ferrel Diamond) were insinuating that Tom had slept with Brand specifically to get Coach Pliskin in trouble…the majority of the team was on Tom's side, though, it was clear that he was the victim and finding a creative way out didn't change that.

Within two days of the arrest, the official announcement was made by Rawlitt TA that Rommel Pliskin had been terminated from his position as head coach of the Mad Adders. An assistant coach was promoted a couple days later - Adam Celerose, who had been helping with the Madders for several years and who was a much nicer person in Meis's eyes, particularly towards Therians. This might not have been entirely an accident, as there were a few whispered rumors that the Calkitts had made a contribution to the school in exchange for them selecting him over other candidates - not exactly illegal, but a few questioned whether the quid pro quo had given the Madders the best candidate. Still, no one made any real complaints about it, which Meis was thankful for.

Tom's position on the team was, unsurprisingly, unaffected by this change, apart from being more solid than ever - especially after Ferrel Diamond outright quit the team in protest, not that he'd ever been that much of a threat on the basis of his play. He did, however, get some heat for his romp with Brand, the charge of 'Therian slut' more pronounced than ever, and clearly grating on him a bit. But no one had foreseen what would happen when one of the players asked if he was going to let every opposing mascot fuck him before their games - giving everyone a shock when Tom whipped around and made a bold declaration.

“Maybe I will. And you know what? We're going to win every damn one of them."

“Holy shit!" Meisen was in an uproar, laughing hard enough that he was struggling to breathe. “You actually said that?!"

“Sh-shut up!" Tom was sitting on his bed, head in his hands and burning red with embarrassment, more flustered than Meis had ever seen him in his life. “I just…I was…I wanted to give the, the impression that I wasn't, you know, embarrassed or ashamed or anything like that, there was no reason to be or anything! I didn't think any of them would actually take me SERIOUSLY!"

“Did you forget what a superstitious lot sports players are?" Meis had gotten himself somewhat together, but only just, still grinning and snickering. “All the talk about rituals and jinxes and curses and all that?"

“Of course not! But I wasn't…I wasn't thinking about that at the time…" That slip was apparently going to have a lasting impact…once Tom had said those words, a bunch of players on the team had all but demanded he hold himself up to it. Declarations like that were almost pacts - if you failed to hold up to your end of them, the team would start to lose. Superstitious nonsense as far as Meis was concerned, but you ran into players of just about every sport who would swear that they'd fallen prey to a curse because of it, or on the flip side had gone on a streak by doing their ritual or fulfilling their vow.

“Well, you'll be thinking about it in a few days…the Ponies are coming to town, and I'm gonna guess Erasmus is hung like, well, a horse. Though you can probably get him to not take it as rough as Brand did…although, if he gets any whiff that you're doing it to win, he might not hold back at all."

Tom looked up at Meis, mortified. “I'm so sorry…I…this wasn't at all what I was trying to do…"

“Relax, Tom…I'm not upset." Meis sat next to the human, pulling him close and holding him to him. “I've never really been against some 'adventuring.' I haven't brought it up because it's never really mattered, I'm not exactly the most popular target for that sort of thing and honestly I thought I was pretty lucky to have one guy who wanted me as much as he did. But it's not like you'll be going off without me…in fact, I'm pretty sure I can be right there with you the whole time. Long as it's something we decide or do together, I don't see anything wrong with it."

“I definitely won't be leaving you out, no way. I don't think I'd feel comfortable with that anyway." Tom sighed and leaned into Meis, stroking over his scales. “You'll be number one always…and I really want to do something for you that'll show you that."

“Heh…you kind of already have, a lot…"

“Yeah, but there's more I can do." Tom cleared his throat a bit, blushing again. “I, uh…I was thinking of something…um, back when we were facing down Brand and all that…I had a, uh, bit of an…extra reason I wanted to let him…do that."

“Hm?" Meis cocked his head quizzically. “Another reason? I can't imagine what that would be, considering it was so spur-of-the-moment."

“Well, I mean, it was, yeah, but…there was something else I've been thinking about for a while, and…well, when I realized what was going on, I had the idea that maybe it would help with it. Because he was so big and he went so hard, and…I think it prepped me for what I've been wanting, a bit."

“What…you've been wanting?"

“Yeah." Tom looked up at Meis, with an expression of pleading and yearning. “Meis…I…I want you to double me."

The boa's eyes widened. Suddenly the angle was a LOT clearer…not many Therians would get that kind of request, because not many had the capacity to do so anyway. 'Doubling' meant both of his cocks in one hole. A request so uncommon as to almost be mythical…he'd heard other dually-endowed Therians talk about it as the holy grail of sex for them, many claiming that they were going to get it to happen or telling stories about doing it that were inevitably exposed to be just blowharding. The potential was there - unlike their feral forebears, Therians were entirely capable of using both at once, even though in practice that was still one in and one out, or one in two passages for those capable of such a thing. But size was just so often a prohibitive issue, unless one wasn't exactly thick. Meis was, and he'd never imagined hearing that, especially from someone Tom's size. But…Tom HAD taken Brand at a pretty rough pace, and the rhino's cock was thicker than one of his. Certainly not thicker than both, but if he took it more slowly…

“Are you sure, Tom?" Which didn't mean he wasn't going to make damn sure this was something Tom was really ready for. “It's going to be a LOT more than Brand, even if I take it slowly. I don't want to hurt you, even accidentally."

“I know. But I want to try…I've wanted to try for months now, to be honest. I just…wasn't really sure if I could handle something bigger than one of yours, it's always a good bit of a stretch. But Brand showed I could handle more, and that was even when I took him raw and hard…and I even handled it better than I thought I would. I know you'll take it easier on me, that should help make up for the fact that it'll be thicker. And if I can't handle it, I'll tell you before you go too far…"

“…Well…I guess we can try. But I really want you to tell me if it's too much. This is uncharted territory for me, too, I've HEARD about it but never done it, and you know the kinds of places I've read about it make it sound a lot easier than it is. So if we're going to do this, you're gonna break out the lube and we're gonna try to make sure it's as smooth as it can be."

Tom nodded. “Yeah, okay. Gimme a moment…" Meis let go of Tom, allowing the human to get over to his nightstand and pull out a bottle. “Maybe once we've done it a few times you'll be able to go raw…"

“Let's get to the point where we've done it once before we start thinking about a few times, much less beyond." Tom blushed a bit, but acknowledged Meis with a nod as he squirted some of the lube into the boa's hands. The snake went to work, stroking over his poles and coating them fairly liberally with the slick stuff, making sure to cover the tips more thoroughly even, since that was where the initial strain was going to come into play. Even though he was naturally a little slick, he wasn't counting on that being enough for something like this…but Tom seemed to enjoy going at him like that, he wasn't so sure the human wouldn't try to talk him into it if they got through this successfully. And he wasn't so sure he wouldn't give in…

Tom was working some of the lube into his own hole, fingering himself back there, a few quiet moans escaping him as he did. Not something he typically did, Meis had to think he was being very serious about making sure both of them got in…Tom could be very determined when he wanted to make something happen. But he was also good at making things happen, so maybe he had reason to be determined…Meis probably could have used more of that in his own attitude, though it was a fair bit harder for him. But he had good reason to go through with this of his own - if Tom really was going to be facing the attentions of every opposing mascot from here on out, some of them were pretty big in their own right, and he doubted they would give Tom an easy time. If Tom could handle this, he could probably handle any one of them and make it through without anything worse than walking funny. Maybe not even that bad for some of them…helping to prep the human for that was something he could do for Tom as well, while also getting some of his own benefit out of it. Win-win, a good thing to strive for.

Eventually Tom found his way back to the bed, laying back and spreading his legs. “I know you're not gonna do anything but take it slowly, but I'm sure I'll be able to handle this," he said with a placid smile. “But I trust you know what you're doing with those beasts, even if you're new to doubling."

“I know what I'M doing…I'm just waiting to see if you know what YOU'RE doing," poked Meis back playfully. But he knelt by Tom's rear, leaning over him and guiding himself towards that eager pucker. His first task was spreading Tom open, there was no way he could press himself together tight enough to easily get in, so he was going to try using Tom's rear to provide the pressure. He gripped the human's cheeks, and then positioned a thumb at each end of Tom's ass, slowly stretching it wider. It certainly seemed to be more pliable than he remembered…that might have been his imagination, though, or maybe his hopes. It would certainly have to be to accommodate this…

Slowly he shifted forward, getting his cocks in better range. He slipped the first inch of one inside, the thinner tip not providing the full measure of his girth but at least keeping him in place. Tom moved his hands to his rear end to help spread his cheeks a bit, giving Meis a bit more ability to manipulate things back there…with some trepidation, he pulled his other cock towards the human's ass, bending it just slightly to get it into position, and managing to slide the other tip inside. Already it felt light a tight fit, and he wasn't even close to really getting into things...he could hear Tom inhale sharply, but it wasn't pain yet, just anticipation. The human was clearly trying to relax himself, Meis could tell…he didn't know how relaxed Tom could really get to help this along, but any bit helped.

He pushed a little bit further in, securing himself inside Tom's rear properly with a couple inches. It felt like an eternity to go still, but he kept going, feeling that pressure get tighter around him…one thing was for sure, it was a HELL of a stimulus on his cocks, it felt absolutely fantastic. Getting attention on both definitely amplified the pleasure, getting it the same way and the same time felt like almost the ideal. Ohh, I'm gonna have to be careful, I might end up liking this TOO much. But he was still trying to remain conscious of Tom, focusing on the human's expression…Tom's face was somewhat strained, his chest heaving a bit as he took that thickness, but he wasn't looking to be in pain yet, at least. “You okay, Tom?"

“Y-yeah…better, ngh, just take it slow…ooh, I'm glad you pushed for lube now…"

“I do sometimes know what I'm doing," Meis chuckled.

“Y-yeah, you do…you can keep going…"

Meis did, but gently. He focused on working himself in and out now, slowly working Tom more open as more of his cocks pushed in at the most gradual pace. He paused here and there, letting Tom adjust more, and Tom was slowly stopping stretching himself, letting Meis's cocks do most of the work. It certainly was a lot, but it seemed to be fitting, at least…the question now was, how much could Tom handle?

Though, Meis was running up on another question: how much could HE handle? That intense tightness, that rubbing and squeezing, was lighting him up with pleasure…he was feeling the urge to go off coming faster than he was ready for it. In a way, though, he was glad for that - it gave him a good excuse to slow down, to take breaks, to keep himself from peaking too early and Tom from getting overwhelmed. The leaking precum was only going to help, too, any additional slickness he could put out would be of benefit, especially since by this point he was getting to areas that Tom couldn't have lubed up with his fingers, leaving his slickened cocks the only thing easing his passage.

With every inch that managed to get inside the human, Meis was able to add a little more energy to it, longer strokes with a little more speed, though his pace was still quite a bit slower and easier than Brand's had been that night. Tom's voice was a mix of groans and moans, his breaths deep and slightly labored, but he was stiff and leaking and even actively squeezing down on Meis a little bit…perhaps he really COULD handle this. Still, that didn't push Meis any further than the pace he wanted to set - he could see about upping the ante another time, for this time he just want to establish that Tom could take him to the hilt safely. If he got to that, then he'd know that the human was able to accomplish the most important part, he wouldn't be pushing things too far.

And he was getting close…in every sense of the word. Inching ever closer to the point where his slit met the human's rear, Meis was no longer getting enough chances to settle himself down…he was pushing the limits of his own control, not sure he could hold out much longer. Teetering on the edge of no return, he barely managed to slow himself down and regain more staying power, but Tom wasn't making it easy, squeezing down on him and trying to push back on him. “I-I'm so close, Meis, please! Give it all to me!"

Well, that settled that…Meis lowered down a bit and with a hiss thrust in, hilting the last couple inches into the human, making him gasp and cry out, strained but not pained. He then started to thrust with real vigor, still controlled but less restrained, letting his instincts take him all the way to the finish this time. There was no more holding back, Tom was close and so was he, he'd get them both there for sure…his arms slipped under Tom, who raised himself up for him, the two holding to each other tight as Meis barreled towards finishing them both off.

Tom was the first to get there, but only just. A labored, breathless, but densely euphoric cry heralded from his mouth as his back arched and he tightened down on the snake's twins, popping off a healthy load of seed against Meis's scales. It was that tightening down that did it more than anything, Meis bucked in once more, pushing himself deeper than he'd ever gone with one and letting out his own cry of ecstasy as he delivered a double-helping of his spunk deep inside of Tom. Each gush felt heavenly, a well-needed release from having been so worked up before, into the innards of the warm human lover he held in his arms…other fun aside, this was as good as it got, the two of them in conjoined rapture, this time with the sense of accomplishment on top of it, sending them to still-greater heights.

A slight roll, and they were on their sides, still clinging tightly to each other, uncaring about the mess of Tom's seed between their bodies, or the leaking spunk from the human's overstretched hole, fluid leaking out from the crease between Meis's staves more than anything. Both of them were breathing hard, Tom more so than Meis. “How're you doing, Tom?"

“W-wow…that was…SO much more intense than I could've imagined…" Tom sounded a bit shaky, but the stars in his eyes showed what was the more predominant feeling. “You…you feel amazing, Meis…god, I feel so full…"

“You're pretty darn full, so that makes sense," chuckled Meis. “You took that better than I thought you would…I'm gonna guess you're gonna want to do this more, then…"

“Absolutely." It was as emphatic as Tom could get while still sucking in air. “But, ah…probably not…until after games…I'm gonna be feeling this for a bit…"

“For sure, I'll leave you to feel like you're ready and able to handle it. Besides, you're going to be busy before games anyway."

Tom reddened again. “Ah…that…y-yeah…"

Meis couldn't help but give a little amused hiss as he rubbed Tom's back. “Heh, look on the bright side…all you need to do is lose one and then they'll all consider that charm broken. Then you can go back to doing things the normal way and they won't say a word about it."

Tom was quiet for a moment. “Yeah, I guess…but…what if we actually…do win every one?"

“Then you'll get to hoist a championship trophy on wobbly legs from getting reamed and knotted by 'Gavin Gryphon.' Because you KNOW Marquesie's gonna be looking us in the face again."

That finally got a smile out of Tom, albeit tinged with a bit of embarrassment. “I guess…if that's what it takes, then it'd be worth it…but I'm not gonna be making the same stupid vow next year…"

“I'm sure they'll all be crestfallen. We'll do our own thing at our own pace."

“I'd like that…thank you, Meis, for this and…everything else…I…I love you, a lot."

Those magic words…they certainly felt that way with the warmth they filled him with. “Tom…I love you, too." Meis hugged Tom close, and the human returned it, the two settling deep into their afterglow, their faces meeting for a long, deep kiss, long tongue twining with short as they embraced passionately. They'd have to pull apart and clean up in a bit, but for the moment they wanted to just revel in the pleasure of each other, closer than ever despite the world throwing a few more curveballs their way. And Meis couldn't be more thankful…Tom was such a bright spot in his life, he wanted to do everything he could to support his love, just as Tom did for him. Even if that support meant pushing his physical limits to the brink…well, Tom was never one to shy away from a challenge, and Meis couldn't have been more thankful for that. And he would rise to his as well, however daunting they would be…it was worth it for love.