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"Aurel!" Hest hammered on the bathroom door. "Hurry up. I need to shower. And--" He wanted added And please start jerking off in your room instead like the rest of us, but that would probably just fluster his son and make things take longer. "And hurry," he settled for. He gave it another impatient half-minute, feeling the cum cooling on his chest under the shirt he'd hastily thrown on after his morning wank. Indistinct noises from inside the bathroom, but nothing that sounded like a son about to leave. "Come on, boy," he growled to himself. If he didn't get the cum off soon, it would turn into that awful gluey stuff that he'd be picking out of his hair all day--and today was the worst day to have that issue. Hest leaned into the door again. "Aurel? I'm just going to come in and shower, alright?" The colt would just have to drape a towel or something over himself if he wasn't done.

Aurel was brushing his teeth when Hest came in, crotch conveniently hidden by the bathroom cabinet. The kid might have all the sexual subtlety of an elephant in rut, but he was smart. "I'll be quick," Hest assured him, turning on the hot water as Aurel's wide brown eyes stared back at him from the mirror. He shot his son a quick smile and turned away, hiding his cum-covered chest from view as he pulled his shirt over his head and shucked his boxers. They were both kicked into a corner as he stepped through the shower curtain into a gloriously hot stream of water, giving a blissful nicker at the sensation. He began soaping up, wiping away the remnants of his morning glory with relief, able to relax again...as much as he could, anyway. Getting rid of some cum did nothing for the twinge of post-orgasm guilt that popped up whenever he recalled the memories that had made him nut so hard this morning.

The wolf next door.

He hadn't meant it to become a regular thing. The wolf and he had shared a necessary connection that first evening, weeks ago, when he'd needed it. He'd been really drunk; that was a good enough excuse. It need never have happened again. But...it had. Quite a few times, actually. Not to a schedule or anything, but the lupine had started hanging around the back of his garden more often, and Hest had found the time to buy a couple of extra bathrobes. One had a floral print. The lack of verbal communication had been thrilling, with their bodies speaking on their behalf. And hot damn, could that wolf's body talk. Hest had found himself trying harder and harder to impress him, even holding off on masturbating for days to produce a bigger, thicker cumshot on his special nights. But beyond the fun and relief of the physical release, the horse realised that he simply got off--hard--to the idea of a cheating spouse. Maybe because he'd been one for years. All the sneaking around...the rush of an ejaculation you weren't supposed to have...the ability to stare a handsome alpha male in the eyes almost every day and gloat that his husband was coming to you for satisfaction...

Hest snorted out of his daydream at the sound of the bathroom door opening and shutting. "Aurel?" he queried. Nothing. Good. The stallion let the luffa ride lower to soap up his sheath and the half-hard cock hanging from it, hefting his sleepy member and frowning at it. "You're gonna get me in proper trouble someday, you horny fuck." The only response was a last dribble of semen, and Hest sighed and washed it away.

He should stop. He should. He said it to himself, every time, in the brief window of clarity after each earth-shaking, wolf-assisted orgasm. He'd tried a few times. But there was always something, some easy reason to keep going back to that window. When the divorce papers had arrived: window time. When he'd accidentally found a photo of her inside a book: window time. When he'd started his new job, and met his new boss, and...

Well, no. That was definitely the stupidest fucking reason to keep doing it.

Hest slapped his traitorous cock, sending it swinging, and turned the water off. He stepped out and grabbed a towel to dry off, glancing at the clothes he'd kicked into the corner--and frowned. "The fuck...?" he muttered, looking around. His shirt was gone. He remembered kicking it into the corner. "Aurel," he called absently, on the off-chance his son was still nearby, "did you see where my shirt went?" No answer. His next guess was the laundry basket, but when he opened that, all he could see was a single musky jockstrap sitting on top of some towels. Maybe his shirt was under that, but...he could see the dampness on the jock. And smell it. He wasn't going to risk digging around anywhere near that. "For fuck's sake, son," he grumbled, slamming the lid back on the basket and rubbing himself down with the towel before pulling only his pants on. "Be less horny."

As he walked back to his room, Atlas came out and passed him in the passageway, surprise lighting his face at his sire's semi-nakedness. Hest was very rarely less than fully clothed around the boys. It never felt right. "Looking good, Dad!" his son said. "Ready for Mr Equiverse for sure!"

Hest shook his mane at him dismissively. "Atlas, be useful and go put some toast in for me. Two pieces."

"Yes, sir!" Atlas adopted a strongman pose and squealed when Hest's loose hand swung at him.

"Go. I'm already running late."

Hest got changed, spared a moment to trim a couple of his longer chin-whiskers, and then hurried downstairs. Both of his sons were already sitting at the table by then, eating--and, in Aurel's case, reading. The bespectacled colt slowly spooned cereal into his mouth, absorbed by a novel, while his twin decimated a plate of bacon and eggs. Hest's fingers snapped up a small piece of bacon from his son's plate--repeating "I'm going to be late" when the colt nickered at him--then grabbed the toast as it popped up and slathered it with butter and then honey. Finally, he leaned against the counter, chomping through the food, and looked at the twins.

"What are you two doing today?" he asked between bites.

"Going out," Atlas said, lifting the plate to lick it clean of yolk with a slurp of immense satisfaction.

"Atlas, stop that. It's disgusting. Going out where?"

Shrug. "Around."

Hest turned to look at his other son. "Aurel, can you clarify?"

"Some of the kids from school go out on Saturday and just go around in a group and see what happens," Aurel said absently, turning a page in his book. Hest reached forward and pushed the book down with a finger, meeting his son's eyes.

"A group...like a gang?" he asked sternly.

Atlas whinnied excitedly. "A gang! Yeah!"

But Aurel only rolled his eyes. "Yes, Dad. We're in a gang now. My street-smarts and flick-knife skills impressed them." Hest closed one eye and squinted at his son. He knew that Aurel's natural reticence and thoughtfulness was the best temper for his twin brother's more mercurial moods, and he really did trust the boys--mostly--to not get into trouble. He wanted to launch into a lecture about being careful. Still, one of the things he'd decided to try to do as part of the complete upheaval of all their lives was to be a bit less...dad. They were almost eighteen, after all.

That said, there were some lessons they clearly still had to absorb.

"Is that so?" he asked his son. "I thought gangs your age were more impressed by things like not leaving used underwear lying around where people can easily come across it." He emphasised "come" and raised an eyebrow, and Aurel's ears flicked nervously, and his eyes slid away. Please stop leaving your cum-jocks on top of the laundry basket, son. He took his finger off his son's book and returned to crunching sweet toast. "Just make sure you have lunch. Aurel: not just chips. Proper food. And don't come home too late. I'll be home before three."

"Yes, Dad," they chorused.

The boys left soon after, leaving Hest to himself as he packed his bags and checked that he had everything he needed--like the laptop charger he suddenly remembered leaving on the back porch. That, he mused as he pushed the porch door open and walked out into a dazzling morning, would have been a severe fuck-up.

It was a perfect day. The horse took a moment to enjoy the sunlight and birdsong, only slightly annoyed at spending it cooped up in an office. He could swallow the indignity; only a couple more weeks of this sort of thing, and he'd have proved himself enough to not have to do it anymore.

As he grabbed the charger, a deep voice suddenly spoke behind him. "Hey, horse." Hest turned to see the nameless wolf from next door, smirking and shirtless, resting his arms along the top of the fence. The stallion's mouth dropped, and he looked around in case someone was watching, but they seemed alone.

"Uh. H-hi..." Just a friendly conversation. Just neighbours talking. Relax. That fragile delusion lasted until the wolf grabbed onto the fence and jumped over it, landing elegantly on Hest's lawn. Then, full-blown panic took root in the horse.

"What are you doing?" the stallion hissed, backing away as the tall lupine strode confidently towards him. "People could see!" Even as his breathing grew shallower and faster, a small part of Hest couldn't help but notice how fucking fit the wolf was. Every step showed off his powerful thighs and curvaceous arms, while his bare upper body proved how little body fat he had--and how much his swimming trunks bulged.

"Good," the wolf replied simply as he drew level with Hest, his expression confident and calm. His hand reached down to cup Hest's crotch, making the horse jump, and he chuckled. "Been hoping for a chance to pay you back for all the shows, neighbour," he said with a grin. "Saw your kids heading out this morning and thought you might come out back to see if I was...hanging around." The hand on Hest's crotch moved to slide some fingers down the front of his trousers instead, and the lupine's eyes lidded as he took in the stallion's body. "Mmmh...how'd you know I love a big guy in a suit, stud?"

"I..." Hest stammered. The wolf's fingertips were already stroking the top of his sheath, sending shivers through his cock and balls, but the horse could only stare at the house next door, terrified of seeing the wolf's husband suddenly appear with murder in his eyes. So terrified...and more than a little turned on. The wolf's hand took his muzzle and turned it firmly back towards himself.

"Relax, babe," he purred, licking over Hest's lips. He tasted of caramel. "Nobody's home." His hand pushed deeper down the horse's pants. "So just relax, and let's have some fun, alright? Been looking forward to this for so long."

By the time Hest had his heart rate under control, the wolf had clicked the stallion's belt loose and was fondling the bulge in his briefs with pants and moans, tongue lolling out and his own swimming trunks showing a distinct canine cock outline. The lupine stroked Hest's chest with his other hand, groping each pec. "I got fucked so hard this morning, stud," he husked. "Couldn't even stand for like ten minutes after. But it was your cock I was thinking of when I came. Wishing it was balls-deep inside me...mmmmhh..." He tugged Hest's underwear down, exposing the stallion's dropping member to the cool morning air. Hest nickered and flehmened, smelling the wolf's arousal...and feeling his own respond. He hadn't fucked an ass for months, and even that had been while trying to hide it from Jeanne. He was still flicking nervous eyes at the fence every few seconds, but he couldn't deny how good the wolf looked. And smelled. And felt, fondling his cock. And even sounded, with that smooth, deep voice. But he'd definitely be late if he didn't leave for work right now.

And he'd definitely be blue-balled the entire day if he did.

Fuck.

"Turn around," he growled, and the wolf's eyes glittered. With a practised movement, he spun and pulled his swimming trunks down, his tail raised and his legs spread. His arms braced against a pillar, and he looked coyly over his shoulder at his neighbour with an expression that made Hest wonder how many times he'd done this.

"You don't need to go slow, stud," he murmured. "I'm all loose and lubed for you, big boy." Which was good, because Hest wasn't in the mood to wait. He stepped up behind the wolf and fumbled his nearly erect cock into the cleft of the wolf's ass-cheeks, sliding it about until he found the hole. As promised, it was recently fucked, and the stallion nickered in lust. The tension--the thrill, if he was honest--of potential discovery never left...but the thought of fucking Fantus' handsome boy-toy husband with the werewolf's own leftover cum as lube was too insanely hot to ignore.

He pushed in hard, nickering deeply as the wolf sighed in pleasure. "Yesssss, stud," the hot young wolf breathed. "Finally...rail me senseless with that fat horsecock..." Hest took a half-step forward, pushing most of his dick inside in an easy motion, and heard the wolf gasp. "Oh fuck," the lupine moaned. "Your big stallion cock is exactly what I want right now." Hest wasn't sure he liked people calling him 'daddy' that weren't his actual sons, but fuck, it sounded so hot when the wolf said it. He thrust again, hilting the last of his sixteen inches into the lupine with a grunt and a squelch of flesh against soft flesh. And then, having confirmed that the wolf could easily accommodate all of him, he started fucking as quickly and deeply as he could.

That was what he did: fast and deep. His style, for want of a better word. Jeanne had never liked it; she'd complained that sex with him was like he was trying to bludgeon her pussy into submission. But the guys he'd fucked in secret--and eventually not so secret--had loved it. The wolf could definitely be added to that list, with the way he twisted up and around, one arm finding Hest to pull him closer and the other grabbing his sheath to jerk off the big wolf dick that Hest had seen so many times. He felt the male's insides clench down on him in time with the strokes. Fuck...the wolf's body was so hot. And tight. Fantus either didn't have a very big dick, or his husband had an almost supernatural ability to tighten up afterwards. The flesh closed around Hest's flare like a deep pouch as he pounded it into the wolf and squelched when he withdrew, dragging the cum of the obliviously-cucked werewolf with it and splattering it on the floor between them.

The fucking was messy, uneven, and nowhere near graceful--but it felt fantastic, and it took less than a minute for Hest's balls to pull up and unload with cock-clenching pleasure. Hest let his weight rest on the wolf as his legs quivered and his flare pulsed deep inside the other male, hearing the wolf's orgasm as background noise to the thunder of blood in his ears. When the last squirt had been unloaded, and he felt his cock begin to soften, he sighed and stepped back, withdrawing his penis until it slapped wetly against his trousers. That sound shattered his mild orgasmic stupor, and he looked down at the mess he'd made of himself in dismay. His pants were ruined, but even the lower part of his shirt was flecked with cum. "Fuck!"

The wolf--panting hard and feeling his ass with one hand--gave the horse a curious look. "Something wrong, stud?" he asked.

Hest froze for a moment, torn. "You..." He gestured wildly at the fence with both hands. "Go. You need to go. I'm late."

"Late?" the wolf queried. But the stallion was already pulling up his pants and making for the back door without clarifying. "Oh...well, thanks for the fuck, I gue--" Hest slammed the back door shut, cutting him off, and hurried upstairs to get changed. Again.

As long as Fantus was also late, he should be fine.

******************

"See you on Monday, Hest. Good work."

"Thanks, Akka. Enjoy the rest of your weekend." Hest waved farewell to the last of his co-workers as he packed up his things, allowing himself to relax. He had arrived late that morning, but not as much as he'd feared, thanks to some very reckless driving. More importantly, his boss hadn't stormed out of his office to tell him off when he arrived, though Hest had seen movement in the CFO's office throughout the day. So he'd gotten away with it.

He pulled his laptop bag over his shoulder and headed for the elevators, pondering what to do with his final remaining day of the weekend. Halfway there, there was the sound of a door opening behind him, and then a familiar voice spoke. "Hest? Before you leave, could you come into my office for a moment?"

It was only phrased like a question. Hest's spine froze, and he tried not to gulp as he turned around. Fantus stood in the doorway of his office, immaculately dressed and smiling at the stallion, the tips of his fangs just poking out. It had been quite the surprise to discover that his new neighbour was also his new boss, and Hest had spent the first week in a state of dread, waiting for the werewolf to confront him about his extramural activities. But apart from greeting him if they happened to cross paths in the office, Fantus had pretty much left him alone. Not ignored him, though; definitely not. On several occasions, Hest noticed the CFO werewolf giving him the same sort of hungry look he'd given him the day they met. Definitely grounds for something he could probably have taken to HR, but the way he saw it, the more attention the werewolf was giving him, the less he had to notice what else was going on.

Unless he'd merely been biding his time.

Hest's tongue tried to push moisture into the suddenly-dry corners of his mouth. "Yes, of course. He forced his leaden hooves to walk towards the other male, trying to look disinterested. No, wait, shit, disinterested was bad. Look eager. No, too much. Less eager. Medium eagerne--

"You alright there, Hest?" Fantus asked, looking quizzically at him. He crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame, and Hest was suddenly reminded of the conversation they'd shared on the day he moved in about how incredible werewolf bodies were. His boss seemed intent on making everyone aware of his physical perfection, with every muscle visible in exquisite detail through the tailored silk shirt and his prominent bulge so obviously on display that he must have had his inseam pulled in deliberately to achieve the effect. Don't fuck with me. As far as unspoken expressions of corporate dominance went, Hest found it very effective.

The stallion forced a smile onto his face. "Yeah. Yeah. Just...a long--"

"And much appreciated it is," the werewolf interrupted, shutting the door behind Hest with a click like a belt buckle being undone. He gestured for Hest to take a seat, and the stallion sank into the comfortable leather with a pounding heart. "But," the werewolf continued, standing just behind Hest and placing a firm hand on his shoulder as if to hold him down, "it's not the reason I want to speak to you. I thought it was time to address what I feel has been some...unprofessional behaviour from you."

Unprofessional behaviour...

Hest's gut fell, and he stiffened in his seat. Oh, fuck. Oh, fucking shit. Fantus knew. He knew. He'd somehow seen Hest fucking his husband or jerking off for him and he was going to fucking fire him or eat him or whatever the fuck CFO werewolves did when you were a fucking moron of a horse and fucked their husbands in your own garden oh fuck oh fuuuuuck--!

The hand on his shoulder tightened, and Hest's heart skipped a beat, expecting the werewolf to spin him around and claw his face open. But the hand lifted without violence and Fantus walked around to his own side of the desk, settling into a chair so oversized it might better be called a throne and looking down at the stallion with a keen look. "You have been my neighbour and employee for several weeks now, Hest. And yet, in all that time"--he pouted his lips--"you haven't invited me over for dinner."

Overwhelming relief flooded Hest's body at the revelation that Fantus hadn't called him in to fire him for his penile indiscretions, and he sagged back into the chair. "U-um," he stammered. "Sorry, sir, I...didn't know I had to..."

Fantus snorted. "You don't have to. But I expect independent thinking from you, Hest. Because you're different from others, stallion." His eyes dipped to look at Hest's crotch and back up. "And not just because of that." He paused to probe something in his mouth, exposing his impeccable, terrifyingly sharp teeth. "And that's been borne out. You put in the time. You make an effort. You. Deliver." He leaned back on his throne. "I'm good friends with most of the other financial teams in this city, and I can honestly say any of them would snap up a high-performance stallion like you--if they heard positive things from, say, his boss." He placed his fingers together, resting his hands in his lap in a manner that perfectly framed his crotch, and was silent for a moment. "You've caught my eye, stallion, and I like what I see. I think there's a lot to be gained from working more closely with you--a goal made all the easier by being neighbours, wouldn't you say?" He flashed a broad smile that still managed to glitter less than his honeydrop eyes. "I am sure that with some dedicated time together, I can teach you many of the tricks that got me to where I am today."

Hest heard the gist of the werewolf's words, but he was still processing his fortunate escape from being torn to shreds. "Uh," he said. "Yes, certainly, that sounds...that sounds actionable."

Fantus chuckled. "So professional. It's the weekend, Hest. Relax a little." He opened a drawer and removed two tumblers, then poured a little golden liquid into each from a crystal decanter he pulled from the same drawer. He pushed one glass across the polished mahogany desk towards Hest and picked up the other with a light grasp, holding it aloft like a torch. "To future collaboration." Hest took a deep breath and picked up the glass with a smile he barely had to force.

"Yes. Absolutely."

The werewolf's eyes didn't leave the stallion as he downed the contents of his glass, smacking his lips once before placing it down. "Good. I suggest we begin tonight."

Hest paused, glass halfway to his mouth. "Tonight?"

"Yes. I don't see a reason to wait." He leaned forward and flipped some pages on his desk calendar. "Mhm. Tonight will be fine. My husband and I will come over for dinner at eight."

Hest froze. "...dinner?" Husband. His husband. Fuck. Fuck! FUCK.

"Yes," Fantus said absently, still eyeing the calendar before sitting back again. "Don't worry about making anything too complex." He waved a hand dismissively. "Beren will eat anything."

"Uh..."

"No need to send your address. I'm sure I can find the place." Another predator's smile, and then a single firm clap. "Right. Looking forward to it, Hest! Good things ahead. Good, good things..." The werewolf's tongue slipped out to run over his lips, and then he stood and walked around to pat Hest's shoulder again. "You should finish that," he noted, nodding at the glass. "It's very expensive." Hest, feeling somewhat stunned, downed the glass of alcohol in a single gulp. It burned its way down his gullet like smooth acid, and part of him wished it was. Fantus plucked the glass from his hand, gave him a final shoulder squeeze, and went to open the door. When Hest stood--more on autopilot than consciously--and turned, Fantus met his slack expression with one of bright expectation. "Until tonight, then, stallion," he said.

"Yes. Uh. See you the--"

The office door clicked shut in his face, and the stallion stared into the wood, trying to make sense of things. What had Fantus said? Dinner? Tonight? _Tonight? _His husband? What the fuck was going on?

"...fuck."

**************

The boys arrived home just as the sun was setting, barging in the front door with the usual yells and arguments, and were unimpressed to learn from a frazzled Hest that dinner would be a couple hours later than usual.

"But I'm hungry now, Dad!" Atlas whined.

"Make some toast or something, then, Atlas," Hest said tiredly. He'd settled on pasta and meatballs for dinner and spent the entire afternoon making fresh spaghetti and kneading mincemeat. He was exhausted. "This is for work. It's important."

Atlas turned to his brother. "Aurel, make me some toast."

Aurel shook his mane. "No, I'm busy."

"You're reading!"

"Yes. Reading is work. That's why you never do it."

"Daaaad!"

"Boys!" The twins fell silent at his yell, and Hest grimaced and unclenched his hands. "Boys, please. It's just a few hours. Eat some cereal or toast or something, please. And please behave tonight at the table. No fighting, no kicking. And Atlas...Atlas?" Hest waited until his son's eyes were firmly fixed on him. "Do not call your brother a bookfag in front of my boss. You hear me?"

Atlas huffed. "'s what he is, though..."

Aurel's face fell. "We need to eat with you?"

"Yes." Hest put his hands on Aurel's shoulders, looking down at him. "This is important, Aurelius. My boss is bringing his family, and I want him to see mine. I know you boys can behave yourselves, and I know you'll do me proud. Won't you?"

Aurel frowned. "But I wanted to read tonight..."

Hest sighed and pulled his son into a hug. "I know, Aur. I didn't want to do this either. But I need to. I...I'll owe you, alright?" He looked down as the colt mulled it over before giving a slight shrug.

"Okay."

"Thanks." He kissed the colt's head and released him. "Atlas."

"Birthday presents!" Atlas crowed, and Hest looked at him in confusion. "We get an extra birthday present," his son clarified. "That's the deal."

Trust Atlas to look for the angle in anything. "Yeah, okay. One extra present."

"Each," Aurel said sternly, and Hest raised his eyebrows at him and his brother as Aurel nodded along.

"Alright, you little schemers. An extra present each. Jeez. When is your birthday again? Next month? Next year?"

"No! Next week! Dad! You--I" Aurel put a hand on Atlas, who instantly looked close to tears, and rolled his eyes. Hest laughed and pulled both his sons in for a hug.

"Relax, relax. Of course, I haven't forgotten. You're turning eighteen. It's a big one."

"The biggest," Atlas asserted, and Hest ruffled his son's mane.

"Well, forty will want a word with you someday, trust me."

"We actually made a friend at school who has a birthday on the same day as us," Aurel began, and Hest nodded in interest before a beeping from the stove interrupted him.

"Sorry, son. Tell me later," he said. "I need to finish dinner first." As the twins drifted away, he called after them. "Take a shower before we eat, please! Both of you. Werewolves have very sensitive noses." He dipped a spoon into the sauce and gave it a taste, nodding in satisfaction. Fantus had pressed this on him somewhat unfairly, if he was honest, but he'd pulled it together. This was going to go very well. His boss, his boys, and a delicious home-cooked meal. Perfect. Excellent. Wonderful.

Why, if he hadn't this very morning fucked his boss' husband in the ass, he might even feel relaxed.

******************

The doorbell rang at precisely eight, and Hest's heart took a break from spinning around in his gut to leap into his throat. The twins were already seated at the table, competing to see who could balance a spoon on their muzzles the longest, but he couldn't even gather enough moisture in his mouth to tell them to stop. Sheer force of will got his legs moving, and he walked to the door, pulled it open and squeezed out a smile to greet Fantus and...a red stag Hest had never seen before.

"Good evening, Hest," Fantus said. "Thank you so much for having us." His arm was curled around the stag's waist, and he nodded his head at Hest. "Beren, this is the new stallion. Hest, this is my husband, Beren."

The stag reached out a slim, smooth hand. "Enchanté," he said, in a voice as soft as Fantus' was bold. Hest reached for it automatically, doing all he could to keep the smile pinned to his face as he shook the demure stag's hand. This was the werewolf's husband? Then...who the _fuck_--?

"And we've brought a third," Fantus said, looking back over his shoulder. "Babysitters these days are painfully unreliable, sadly, so our son will be joining us. Luan!"

Part of the darkness behind Fantus detached and moved forward, eyes glowing, and resolved into the shape of a tall, familiar wolf. Coils of wire wrapped around Hest's body and began tightening. Luan glided forward to stand beside his father, a slight smirk on his face. He reached out a paw and gripped the horse's stunned hand firmly. "Nice to meet you, Mr Hest," he said.

Before Hest could even process what was happening, another yell came from behind him. "Luan!" Atlas materialised next to Hest, looking at the wolf in delight. "What are you doing here?"

The look of surprise on Luan's face was unconvincing. "Oh, hello, Atlas."

"You...know one another?" Fantus asked, looking across at his son with a flat look that Luan returned in kind. The silent standoff between them carried on for an uncomfortably long time before Fantus wordlessly turned his face back towards Hest.

"We met at school!" Atlas was saying obliviously. "Same classes! And Luan was really friendly and helped us get settled, and..." The wires around Hest tightened even further. He felt faint and sick all at once. This was the worst thing he could--

"We've even got the same birthday, Dad!" Atlas explained excitedly. "And we live next to one another. Crazy!" He tilted his head at Luan and grinned. "How did we never see each other before now?"

Hest's lungs ceased to work. The wires from earlier were barbed now. "Same...?"

Luan blinked lazily at him before looking at Atlas. "Maybe we should have a joint birthday party?" His long, pink tongue slid along the edge of his mouth, pressing gently into the points of his canines, and then he smiled. "To celebrate us all turning eighteen." He looked at Hest levelly. "I really can't wait to be an adult, Mr Hest. I bet I'm going to have the best time."

The stallion's recollection was somewhat fragmented after that, muddied by the thick, choking horror that filled his mind. He remembered letting the guests in and saying the usual meaningless things. Fantus and his husband did a politely brief tour of the house, and they all took their seats for dinner. There was just enough space for the six of them around the table, and the twins quickly pulled their friend into animated conversation. Beren asked a few polite questions of Hest at first, but soon switched his attention to Luan and the colts with evident delight, his face glowing whenever he looked at his son and occasionally injecting dad jokes into their conversation that had Atlas howling with laughter and Aurel at least smiling.

Fantus said nothing to anyone, his expression calm. But only his mouth moved as each forkful of food entered it. Every other muscle remained whipcord tight, and his eyes were glued to Luan. Hest did not see him even glance at his husband, even when the stag would burst into laughter.

Hest dished up and ate mechanically, the spaghetti transmuting into a tasteless paste in his mouth. He had no idea what private family affair had made Fantus so obviously displeased with his son, but it was the only good news he'd had all evening. Anything that kept Fantus' attention off of him while a single, terrible thought circled his head, and he desperately suffocated the desire to scream.

He'd exposed himself to his boss' seventeen-year-old son. He'd fucked him.

Hest was in so much shit, he'd be shovelling until the day he died. Which would be tomorrow, if Fantus found out. Holy fucking shit. The werewolf was definitely a sociopath or something; he wouldn't think twice about paying someone to make the guy that fucked his underage son simply...disappear. Fuck. The twins. Who would care for his kids if he vanished? Jeanne was out of the picture, his parents were in another country...fuck, fuck, fuck!

He shut his eyes, trying not to cry. Think. Think. Focus. The kid would be legal in a week. A week. Hest had no intention of ever going anywhere even fucking close to him ever again, but at least once he was eighteen, he wouldn't be arrested for just fucking looking at the kid. How the fuck was he seventeen, though? He looked over twenty!

Yeah, and the judges will love that excuse--right before they lock you in a hole for the rest of your life.

The stallion suddenly couldn't eat another mouthful. He excused himself and hurried to the bathroom, pushing the door closed and thumping down onto the toilet seat, head in his hands, feeling like he wanted to throw up.

The door handle turned, and Hest looked up in shock to see Luan slipping in. The stallion surged to his feet, waving his hands in panic and moving as far away from the wolf as the small bathroom allowed.

"No. No! You can't be here. Get out!"

"Relax, stud," Luan said. "Dad's gone to your upstairs bathroom, and Antlers is too busy wishing he had your sons instead of me." He reached out to cup Hest's balls, but the horse slapped his hand away in horror, feeling a panic attack approaching.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he hissed. "You...I can't..."

"You can," the wolf said simply. "You have." Hest groaned and buried his head in his hands again, fingers clawing at his mane in anguish.

"I'm sorry," he whimpered. "Please. You can't tell. I didn't know. I didn't know. You look..."

"Relax, stud," the wolf repeated, moving closer to him, leaving the horse no escape that didn't require sliding bodily past the young lupine. "I'm never telling anyone. I started it, after all, right?"

A tiny, fierce flame ignited in the roaring darkness of Hest's mind. "Y-yeah...you did." That...that worked, right? The kid had started it. Hest had just...been led along...

"I'll never, ever tell...as long as you keep playing with me."

Hest froze, trying to make reality change by force of will, trying to unhear that line. "What?"

"Oh," the wolf said dismissively, lifting a claw to peer at it, "we can wait a week, I guess, since you suddenly want to be on the right side of the law. But once I'm eighteen..." Teeth and tongue and proud, perked ears. "We're back on."

"N-no..." Hest whimpered.

"Yes," the wolf snapped, and his eyes suddenly became Fantus' eyes, hard and glittering. "This is not a negotiation. I own you now, and if you don't do as I say..." He brought his hands up to his face, clasped, and a tear ran down his muzzle out of nowhere. "Daddy," he whined, choked up and sniffing, "Daddy, the horse next door...he touched me, Daddy. Right here. And when I cried, he said he liked that, and then he--"

Hest slammed his hand over the wolf's muzzle in terror, barely able to breathe. Wild thoughts raged in the darkest corners of his mind. Locking the wolf in here forever. Knocking him unconscious against the sink to make him forget. Moving again and changing his name.

And yet.

This close to the wolf, he could smell the lupine keenly. A woodsy smell, tinged with musk. He'd smelled the same scent that morning, when his need had caught aflame and ignited the stupid, horny, stupid part of him that was so fucking turned on by the idea of fucking another guy's husband. Except this wasn't a husband anymore; this was a son. He couldn't, couldn't do this. Every fucking fibre of his body knew that. Just like it knew that some of his cum was likely still inside the wolf right now after their morning quickie. Like it knew that--had the kid said he was eighteen--Hest would probably be fucking him again this very moment like some base fucking animal. But he hadn't, and he wasn't, and Hest couldn't. He simply couldn't.

Which was probably why the little schemer had made sure he had no choice.

As if he was reading the stallion's mind, the wolf's paw dropped to cup the stallion's balls. Hest slowly removed his hand from the wolf's muzzle, exposing the smirk behind it. The wolf said nothing, simply squeezing firmly to make his point before releasing the two hefty horse testicles.

"You have two wonderful sons, stud," he murmured. "I'm so thrilled to have become friends with them. I'll be over here a lot more from now on. You'll see. Lots of time to get to know one another better." He grabbed the door handle and opened it, then winked at the stallion. "See you soon, Mister Hest."

Hest remained in the bathroom for a few minutes after the wolf left, gathering his thoughts. They'd sunk down to the level of the lead weight sitting in his stomach, and it took a bit of effort to get a look that wasn't resigned dismay onto his face. When he'd managed it, he took a deep breath and returned to the dining room. Beren was still chatting animated to the twins, while Luan now sat in the living room, perusing a book he'd pulled from the shelf. Hest sat down slowly at the table again, smiling at his sons and his guest before continuing to eat dinner. He was facing the wolf, and as he chewed, he stared at him, thinking. There was no way out of the little bastard's trap for now...but perhaps, in time, there might be. Because it occurred to Hest that the wolf had inadvertently let something slip that morning during their tryst.

I got fucked so hard this morning, stud...

If there was someone else the horny fucker was exploiting for sex, then perhaps Hest wasn't alone in his predicament. And if he could find out who it was...he might even find an ally.

The upstairs toilet flushed, and Fantus came sauntering back down the stairs like a cat with cream. Hest smiled thinly at him when their eyes met, and Fantus came to stand beside him, squeezing the horse's shoulder. "A delightful meal, Hest," he murmured. "So kind of you to have me over." He looked at his husband, who didn't look back, then turned to regard his disinterested son before walking back to his seat--trailing the tips of his fingernails across the back of Hest's neck as he did so. A shiver ran down the horse's spine, and when Fantus sat down, he had the same hungry smile from earlier on his face again. Hest quickly looked away, but his gaze only landed on Luan instead, who regarded him with a flat, calculating expression over the top of the book he held. Shivering, Hest forced his head down and tried to focus on the rest of his meal. He didn't want to ignore the way his cock twitched at the more-than-casual touch of his impossibly handsome boss, or how his balls throbbed when his little conniving blackmailing sexy fucking wolf-son looked at him, but he had to.

Or their whole fucking family was going to be the death of him.