Stuck in the middle

Everyone around him used to say that he was so lucky he got the perfect roommate. Well, for a gay guy who had the social skills of a frightened deer. The Golden Retriever was hot, smoking hot, tall, handsome, and had the perfect, of course, had the personality of his feral counterparts. Which to say, over friendly, hyperactive, and very very kind. Which was nice, in small doses. Maybe if they had met in a cafe, he would have been more willing to be friends with the guy, but the first time they met, the golden retriever had walked into their shared apartment, threw off his clothes, and hopped onto the couch and watched the entire Star Wars series in one night. As far as Everret was concerned, he might as well stay away before he made a fool of himself.

That, of course, didn't seem to help the situation whatsoever, in fact, the retriever may have taken it as a personal challenge to become friends with him.

The cross fox peered at the door, waiting to see what his roommate would throw at him next. Almost literally, the last time he had walked through the door, he, and his boyfriend, were watching tv, again, bare ass naked, drinking beer. He had a can of beer chucked at his head, not in an attempt to hurt him, of course, but more so to partake in the swill they dared call a drink.

He wasn't a prude. Well, maybe not entirely, but even he had his limits, and after working all day with dozens of people, all he wanted to do was have some time to himself, and a nice sip of a Ike's hard lemonade.

Course, they hadn't taken no as an answer, so he had to play the third wheel to a couple's cuddling session.

Was he jealous? Fuck yes. Both of them were the type of guys to spend a good few hours a week at the gym and their bodies showed that off in spades. Both were totally beefcakes. Which made things harder for him, in more ways than one. Everett wasn't anywhere near as built as the two, maybe a little scrawny really. He had good legs, but arms and chest weren't usually his forte. The gym wasn't really his forte either. He preferred going on long runs.

The cross fox stood between the door and the hallway, staring at the floor. The old concrete cold against his paws, the weathered exterior reminding him that he had spent the last few months with the dog, learning his schedule, what he liked for breakfast, and especially what he sounded like during..

He shook his head, trying to get the noises out of his ears.

"Okay, let's try to have a nice night."

Maybe Dash would be out relaxing with Axle out at a bar, or at the shepherd's place. Maybe he could go into his room, pull out a good book, and sit on the couch with a nice cup of tea.

All hope of that was lost when he turned the key only to find both the shepherd and the retriever sitting on the couch, hands dangerously close to their sheaths, dopey smiles plastered on both their faces.

It was all the fox could do to hold in a groan.

He hid it with a pleasant smile.

"Axel, Dash."

He muttered in a way of greeting. Which earned him an enthusiastic cheer from both men.

"Evie!"

The cross fox felt his ears flatten against his skull.

He hated that fucking nickname, but figured it was more effort correcting the pair rather than letting it continue.

"Come sit with us! We've got a few movies we want to work our way through tonight! We've got popcorn, beer, and plenty of snacks!"

Dash waved a packet of chips around as if they were a deadly weapon.

"I'll have to pass, I've got to.."

Make up an excuse

"Do some work, I'll pop in next time"

Before he could bee-line his way to his room. The one sanctuary in his world, the retrieved did what they did best, retrieved him right as he got to the door.

"No! Nope, I won't accept that as an answer. Not this time!"

He said, blocking the door with his large frame.

Don't look down, don't look down dumbass!

Yet he could see the rather lewd thing hanging between his legs. His sheath was fucking huge. Far more impressive than what the fox had between his legs. Even if he was about average, or maybe even above average for most of his species.

His mind raced as his breath caught in his throat. Being near the golden when he was like this was always a problem for him and little Everett. He wanted to have the opportunity to run his hand up and down those abs, but that was likely impossible. The fox was a lot of things, a shut-in, a hermit, a bit of a dick, but he was not a homewrecker. Besides, There was no chance someone like dash would ever look at him twice.

"Come on dash, I'm tired, and I really want to relax at night."

"Pleeeeaaaaaaassseee!"

He drew out the word so long the fox was certain he was going to pass out. Then he did the one thing that could melt his icy heart. Gave him those stupid sweet puppy eyes, whatever god was responsible for giving goldens those heart melting eyes deserved to be tossed into hades never to be seen again.

"Foxy, look! I've even set up a place for you to sit!"

Came Axel's deep baritone voice. The man had a voice as smooth as a freshly snowed field, but nowhere near as cold. His voice dripped with that sultry kindness that made his knees go weak.

He forced himself to look up at the golden, in his big blue puppy eyes.

"One movie. One movie and that's it, then I'm gonna do some work, and go to bed."

And rub out the hard on I know is going to be bothering me all night.

The fox tried to make himself look authoritative as possible, which was difficult considering he was only nipple level with the big golden doof.

"Alright! Hell yeah!"

They cheered, pushing him back to the couch, ripping the satchel he had cultivated as his only source of modesty out of his hands and onto the kitchen chair.

He had figured they had set him up a little blanket corner for him to relax in while they had the couch to themselves, but, much to his chagrin, they had made space on the couch itself, in between the both of them.

Had imagined being between them in the past, but not like this.

Course he had been very guilty about taking care of that the next morning.

Dash pushed the fox on the couch, and sat down immediately next to him, hiking over both him and his boyfriend's lap. Probably in an attempt to stop him from moving when he got settled.

The Unfortunate result of that was that he was basically face to face with his sizable sheath.

He could feel the heat rushing up to his ears as he tried his best not to look down. Didn't help that Axel wrapped his arm around the fox pulling him close enough to tell what type of deodorant the man had used before coming here. Sandalwood and sage, and the spicy smell of the two men surrounding him. The type of smell that threatened to drive him wild.

"I didn't agree to being crushed!"

But his protests were drowned out by the loud sounds of the next movie playing. Pirates of the Mediterranean.

At Least he didn't have to talk, all he had to do was imagine himself in his happy place.

Though technically, this basically was his happy place. Being held by two sexy guys, both of which were naked.

Thankfully, he wasn't, otherwise this would have devolved into one of his fantasies, then he'd have a pretty hard time explaining why he was.

Then he felt Axel start to pull at the hem of his shirt.

"H-hey now, I don't think that's such a good idea."

He whispered as harshly as he could. But the shepherd, the cocky bastard, pretended as if he couldn't hear him.

Slowly but surely Axel started running his clawed fingers further and further under his shirt, eventually having his baseball glove sized hand positioned directly on the fox's flat stomach. Running it up and down slowly, languidly, lecherously. As if dash knew what was going on, the golden started running his hand down his legs, occasionally squeezing knee, his other hand coming dangerously close to unbuttoning his pants.

Part of him wanted to let this happen, the other part of him was terrified of what they'd end up doing.

They wouldn't hurt him. He knew that for a fact, considering the last time he had accidentally hurt himself in the kitchen, Dash hadn't allowed him back in until the golden was sure the fox could handle himself.

He had to come up with a plan, quickly.

That's when he noticed that the pair were almost out of beer.

A little too loudly, he forced out a chuckle and yelped out a quick

"Can't watch a movie without booze right!?"

The pair glanced between each other and gave a playful grin. Both their tails wagging ever so slightly.

What the hell kind of plan did they have?

Dash slid off the smaller fox, allowing him to get up.

"We really can't. Here I'll go with you, I need to grab something anyway."

Was this just a little game to them? Were they doing this just to fuck with me, because holy shit was it working.

Dash followed the much smaller fox into the kitchen, and waited until he was bent over to grab the beers that were 'mysteriously' placed on the bottom shelf. As soon as he was, Dash moved forward and opened the freezer. Suddenly Everett felt something poke his ass, but being the flighty type of guy he was, he dare not look back.

Not until he felt the retriever almost grinding into his ass, hips pressing deeply into his.

If he didn't have his pants on..

Well, some thoughts were probably left better in the bedroom.

That still didn't stop his heart from pounding in his chest. The sudden scent of the fox's arousal and desire mounting in the small space.

"Oh, sorry Evie! Didn't mean to bother you."

Yeah, tell that to lil Everett

"It's cool."

It was certainly not cool. Not when he had almost let out a moan.

Damn his foxy genes.

"Found the ice cream fixins!"

The dog announced, backing away. Not before giving the fox a playful swat to the rear.

With panic still in his heart, the fox grabbed one of his own drinks and turned to look at his roommate, who was making himself a bowl of ice cream, occasionally licking the spoon seductively. Making sure to catch the fox's eye.

They had planned this. They had to have, because why else would they be strutting around the place like this.

It wasn't too late to back out.

Until the golden wrapped his arm around his waist, pulling him back to the plush prison.

His hardon was straining to escape the confines of his underwear.

Something he did his best to hide with the beers.

As soon as he set the bottles on the table, he tried to sit down, only to have the shepard catch him. On his lap.

There were no words that could describe the level of embarrassment the fox was feeling, only sounds.

A simple sound of endless screaming.

In a flash, the Shepard was on him.

Without ceremony, the shepard slipped off the fox's shirt with practiced ease.

"W-wait!"

"Sorry, it was itchy."

Like it was the easiest explanation in the world.

How the hell would it have bothered him? I'm the one wearing it!

Once that was done, the shepard allowed the fox to stand up, before being pulled back down onto the couch by the golden.

This was going too far, he had to put a stop to it now.

But he didn't want to.

Gods above this was a fine mess he had found himself in.

And so they settled back in for the movie.

But there was no way this was the end of their plan.

They stopped rubbing him up and down, that was a plus. Both distracted by the antics of the pirates on screen.

The golden was eating a bowl of ice cream, occasionally grabbing a bottle of whipped cream, the hiss of the aerosol can as he heaped more and more.

"Dammit." came the curse of the golden as he revealed his sheath covered in the sweet confection.

"Lemme clean that up for you."

Said the shepherd, in that deep sultry tone. Bowing down low enough to start lapping the stuff up.

Earning himself an earnest moan from the golden.

His rather long tongue danced up and down the sheath, playfully, making sure to get as much as the stuff as he could, coaxing the cock hiding underneath out, almost at full mast.

He also made sure the fox was watching every second of it, the fox wasn't sure if he could look away! His heart fit to explode as the sounds of the world seemed to fade away.

There was still quite a bit left.

"Oh sorry, did you want some?"

The shepard asked.

Before he could answer, he felt a hand at the back of his head slowly drawing him closer and closer until he was nose first with his manhood.

The musky scent of the golden filled his nose, earthy and pungent, his eyes almost glued on to it.

It was the size of a coke can, he could have sworn, he could even see the tip. No more thinking. No more hesitating. It was time to act.

He stuck out his tongue, and started to lap away at the whipped cream, earning more and more moans from the golden. The cock swelled and swelled until all twelve inches were finally on full display. His knot still hadn't swelled, but from the looks of it, that could change at any moment.

Hesitantly, the fox opened his maw and felt the hand push him down.

The taste exploded on his tongue, the sweet confection still there, now mixed with a pleasant saltiness. The musk made it so much easier to swallow.

Above he could hear the two discuss something in between full on groans.

Words like

"Fucking finally" and "good boy" swam around him as he bobbed his head up and down more than willingly now. The hand had been pulled away, redirected to his crotch as two skillful fingers unbuttoned his jeans, another pair of hands started dragging his pants down further and further, until the fox got his mental faculties back.

He was blowing his roommate in front of his boyfriend.

He was blowing his roommate in front of his roommate's boyfriend.

Fuckfuckfuck

He pulled his head back, expecting to see some level of anger in the shepherd's eyes. Nothing of the sort was there, only that same lecherous expression he had while running his hand up the fox's stomach.

"Aw, why'd you stop?"

Dash asked, feigning that stupid innocence, he always did when he did something even approaching sexual.

"Obviously he's looking for a bit more than just a taste."

The shepherd replied.

The fox trembled under the unrelenting gaze.

"That right?"

The golden asked, though it sounded like a statement. a deep growl emanating from his throat, one that made the fox a bit more than just nervous. He slid off the fox's lap, taking away the one treat he had been starving for, for months.

He whined.

Gods, I must look absolutely pathetic.

The much more prideful part of him scolded him unrelentingly after he did.

"Don't worry, little fox, but wouldn't you rather have two to play with?"

He glanced over at the shepherd's own hardon. It was about the same size, but so much darker than his roommate's perfect red rocket.

Only then did he realize the level of fucked he really was.

The pair was the type to go all night, and he wasn't sure if he had that level of stamina in him.

But the pair were more than willing to put that to the test.

"Stand up"

Dash's voice had lost that jokey tone he usually had, it was dominant, and the fox felt his legs act before his mind could catch up.

The tent in his boxer's was painfully tight, and had quite the impressive wet stain on the front.

"Take them off."

He mechanically raised his hands to waist band, before he heard the shepherd bark an order himself.

"Be a good boy, and give us a good fuckin show."

Those words sent chills down his spine. He wanted to be their good boy. So fucking bad.

Dash joined his partner in horny crime on the couch, pulling the Shepard's face in for a long kiss. One that was mostly opened mouthed. They lapped at each other's tongue with a fervor the fox couldn't imagine. A string of Silva connected the pair as they watched the fox.

As seductively as he could, he pulled one side of the boxers down, before pulling down the other, his cock bouncing as it escaped the tight confines, bouncing in the air.

He turned around, giving the pair a good eyeful of his ass as he pulled them the rest of the way down, tossing the garment to the shepherd.

I feel so fucking stupid doing this

The shepard took a long sniff, before tossing them to his partner, who took it a step further by giving the stain of pre-cum a nice long lick.

"Not bad. I'd rather have it from the source, though."

"Fetch"

The shepard answered.

Dash didn't need to be told twice. The golden grabbed the fox's waist, and pulled him close, attacking his member. The large tongue wrapped around his member easily, the slurping was almost too much for the fox to handle, the feeling almost sent him over the edge. The golden was more than experienced, he was an expert.

High pitched moans rang out from him as he bucked forward, trying to muzzle fuck him, but the pair of hands didn't not budge, didn't not give him the opportunity to.

"Hey now, stop hogging the fox, let me get a good lick in."

Axel complained.

Before another pair of hands manhandled the poor overwhelmed fox.

Again, another tongue attacked his member.

He felt his tail raise as he gripped the shepherd's ears to steady him.

The golden whined for a moment, before seeing an equally tasty treat still available to him.

Evert felt a cold nose poke and prod at his ass before the tongue came out. The golden made sure to dance it around the edges of his hole, lapping it like it was the sweetest lollipop he had ever had.

Evert was suddenly lost in a cloud of lust, the scent of all three of their arousals burying itself deep in his nose. As far as he was concerned, it could build a home there if it really wanted to.

He was in heaven. Then he felt the tongue actually penetrate him, and well, all bets were off.

He shoved himself back and forth between the pair of tricksters. Until he felt his top was about to blow. The shepard was going to get a mouthful.

Almost there, the sweet release was almost there.

Then it vanished. Was this just a sick game they were playing with him, bringing him to the edge of orgasm just to cruelly swipe it away at the last possible second?

Their little game earned themselves another sweet musical like whines from the fox.

The usually put together fox was nothing more than a mess now, panting hard, entire body shaking.

Had the fox who, not a few minutes prior been a reasonably mature and self controlled man seen him in this state, he would have called him desperate. Because really, that's what he was. He was needy, desperate and on the verge of begging.

"You have fun?"

Dash asked Everet, who was still nothing more than a mess.

"Please, please finish me off, I can't take it"

The fox begged, fully begged.

Again, the prideful voice came back calling him a slut.

"After all those time's you've teased us? You really think you're going to get off that easily? Nah. We're going to keep going until you can't even remember your own name."

Dash growled back.

The golden was enjoying seeing his roommate this desperate, this hungry for him and his boyfriend. All those times the fox had come out of the bathroom, towel dangerously low down on his hips, the times he heard the fox riding that stupid toy that was nowhere near as good as he was. All those times he dropped something just to pick it up, raising that sweet little tail to show off that prize he couldn't have just yet.

It was a sweet catharsis.

Without another word, the shepard swept the fox off his feet, carrying him directly into the bedroom, Dash close behind, sliding a hand down his cock to make sure he was ready for action.

Not that it needed much effort. Axel deposited Everet onto the mattress on his back, and gave his boyfriend a nice large grin.

"Alright babe, you wanna take his tail first?"

Dash answered with his own throaty growl.

"I've been waiting for this for about three months now. We'll take turns"

Everet could barely register what the newly cemented dom had said. Until it clicked.

Oh, I am so fucked.

He was giddy with anticipation.

"Look at him, his tail's going wild!"

Axel called with a laugh that filled the room.

"Guess he's been wanting this more than we have."

We?

He felt a pair, thankfully lubed, fingers penetrate him. It stung like a bitch! With just his fingers alone, the golden had spread him as far as his own sex toy had.

Which meant that the golden's well sized cock was going to be much harder to take.

He heard a picture being taken, and he glanced up at the shepard, who had his phone out directly pointed at the fox.

"Saving this for posterity"

He said with that same easy smile.

Then a third finger was slid in and he forgot about what the shepard had said.

There was an intense feeling of discomfort replaced by extreme pleasure as dash found that little old spot that made anal so fun for guys.

He pressed it again and again, earning the fox moans so loud that, if he were still in his dorms, would earn a few bags on the wall. It felt so good, it felt like his entire body was shaking just from the pressure.

Axel slid his cock into the fox's open maw, forcing it wider and wider to take all of his impressive girth. This angle was good enough that he could start rutting the fox.

It was a good thing he had been born without a gag reflex, otherwise, the fox would be panicking. The shepard started slow, making sure the fox was comfortable before sliding inch after inch to his eager muzzle.

Soon the pace went from just a slow crawl to a full on bucking bronco. Length repairing and disappearing like magic. If this was an act, it would surely belong in the Vegas hall of fame.

Dash watched his boyfriend turn the stuffy fox into their own personal plaything motioned for the shepherd to step back and start recording, because this was where the fun was about to begin.

Another distressed whine from his favorite treat being swiped away from him yet again,

Everett felt like he was having an out of body experience. He could almost see himself between the pair, and had it not been for the cock now placed at the entrance to his ass, he could have probably written this off as a really good dream.

Then he felt it pop in. The tip was enough to force a groan of pain and pleasure out of him.

The golden allowed him to adjust to the invading force before forcing in another inch.

Inch by fucking inch the golden forced himself in.

"You okay?"

He asked, leaning to look down at the fox, and he could see the genuine concern in his roommate's face. As much as the dog had wanted him, he didn't want this to be a bad experience for the fox.

"Y-yeah, just keep going."

What a champ

The dog thought to himself before forcing yet another inch in. The camera could clearly see a small bulge appearing in the fox's stomach with each added inch.

"Holy shit!"

Axel announced, reaching down to feel the extrusion.

"He's really gonna be feeling this in the morning!"

Dash started rocking his hips back and forth, slowly at first, building up speed at a slower rate. The pressure in his ass combined with the constant stimulation of his prostate was almost too much for the fox, but he needed this, he wanted to be their little bitch.

"Faster, go a little faster."

He grunted into the golden's shoulder.

A look of surprise came across both dog's faces. They had struck a goddamn gold mine with their little fox.

"Hey babe, you wanna treat?"

Axel asked, slapping his cock across his golden's face. He was straddling the fox as best he could, an awkward position, sure, but one that made dash fuck the fox that much faster.

He took the wagging tail, and the lowering of his boyfriends maw as a good sign. The German shepherd thrusted deep into the man's muzzle, placing his balls into the maw of the still moaning fox. He got right to work shining them up.

They had found their rhythm.

The faster Dash went, the faster the shepherd's breath caught in his throat. The more the fox's cock rubbed up against the man's chiseled body, it was finally too much. He hadn't even touched his own cock for the entity of this spur of the moment threesome and he had already popped. The musky scent of fox cum filled the air, and suddenly the warm velvet insides around the golden's cock became twice as tight. With a bark and a growl, the golden shot into the fox, knot slamming against the smaller male's ass, each thrust sent more and more of his cum deeper and deeper into the fox.

But he didn't knot.

He knew his boyfriend still had a turn, and he also knew what else he wanted to try out tonight.

Axel felt the fox's frantic tongue surround his cock and decided it was finally time for the fox to get a treat.

He felt his balls clench as the shepherd's orgasm rocked his own body. Cum filled the golden's throat, and he really tried his best to swallow the, unsurprisingly considering the circumstances, sweet cum. But it was too much, a lot of the stuff dripped down into the bed, staining the blankets below the three.

Ah well, a problem for another time.

The pair of dogs pulled out of their little fox. Seeing him panting wildly.

The fox was at a loss for words as he started to regain control of himself.

"You guys are assholes."

He groaned, trying to sit back up.

"We ain't exactly done with you yet."

Axel chuckled, he was still hard, his massive shaft was slick and shining from both his saliva and the load of pups he had just forced down Dash's throat.

How the hell?!

"But.."

Dash silenced the fox with a kiss, an exploratory kiss the fought against the fox's tongue, a battle ensued where, in a matter of seconds, the victor was decided. And the fox relented.

Besides, he wasn't ready for this night to end either. He wanted more.

And more was exactly what the shepard was about to give him.

"Sweetheart, you mind if I tie him this time?"

Axel asked.

Dash pulled back from the kiss, leaving the fox breathless.

"Go for it babe, I've got something else I want to try out."

That was all the shepard needed to hear.

He lined himself up with the fox's entrance, and shoved himself all the way in without word or warning. The golden's cum was decent enough lube, and the fox was still loose enough for it not to be too much of an issue, though if you had asked the fox, he could have been a bit more gentle.

Still, that complaint was lost as soon as the shepherd thrusted again. Dash, pardon the pun, was fast and almost gentle in his fucking, but Axel? No. Axel was the type of guy who wanted to see his bottom squirm for him. Each thrust was powerful, each thrust sent the wind out of the fox's lungs and each thrust ground his prostate to a pulp. If Dash was a sports car, Axel was a bulldozer. His knot was almost noticeably bigger than his golden boyfriend.

Dash slipped up from the fox's legs and straddled his hips, hiking his tail up to his boyfriend. The shepard didn't need to be told what to do twice.

A thick tongue attacked the golden's ass, preparing him for what was about to come. Deep throaty moans echoed from the trio, each one unique in its pleasure.

"What.. are you.. Going to do?"

Everett asked, looking up at the golden.

"Your ass isn't the only part of you I wanted to try."

Dash sat down right on the fox's cock.

This was his first time topping, and he wasn't even the one technically topping. Dash started to ride, pushing ever so slowly down on his roommate's foxy cock, until he reached his knot. The dog reached out for the lube and covered the bulb with the stuff, before leaning back, pulling up his balls to show the fox exactly what was going to happen.

Everett looked at it with a strange amount of pride. Dash's tongue was lolled out to the side, clearly in pleasure, he had that sort of wild gaze that showed his true desire for the fox and his boyfriend behind him. Then he popped the knot in, howling loud enough to wake the dead and the neighbors.

"Oh fuck yeah!"

He called out, before pulling the knot back out. In and out came the fox's knot followed by the same sloppy plop.

"Oh, you kinky bitch"

he heard Axel say behind him. There was a good natured and surprised growl there.

"I've always wanted to do this, you're just too damn thick!"

He moaned back, kissing his partner. Everett would have been jealous of them, had they not just taken their turn filling him. Soon, their love making came to a crescendo, as the golden retriever's legs started to tremble both from the effort, and the pleasure coming from riding the fox's cock like a bull.

Axel's breath started to come out hoarse, and ragged in short bursts and his knot started to grind against the fox's ass.

Pain and stars filled the fox's vision as he raised his hands to his face, claw in his mouth to muffle his grunts of pleasure. Dash wasn't having it though, he grabbed both of the fox's hands and pushed them to the side to make sure they could both hear his high pitched whines.

With a satisfying pop, Axel knotted the fox, shoving his cock as far as he could to its very hilt.

Dash sat back as far as he could trying to get as much as the fox's cock into his own ass as he could, before three powerful jets of cum shot forth. One filling the fox to the very max, one filling the golden, and one shooting into the fox's mouth, again, his taste was unique, and sweet with his own flair.

The three sat there for a moment, locked with each other.

Axel was the first to move the awkward pile of sex and fur.

Until he managed to position themselves in order to hold each other.

"You're gonna be here for a while. Axel's knot lasts for a long fuckin time."

The golden sighed, contentedly.

"Damn straight"

Axel beamed, pulling the fox's muzzle over for his own taste.

By then, Everett had lost all pretense of proper and prim and kissed the german shepard with the same fervor he had seen the golden do.

This was bliss. Not only being used by the pair of attractive men, but simply lying here with them, a part of their world for once.

Next movie night, we're doing this again.

He thought to himself before he finally found some level of sleep.

The next morning came with the fox all alone in the golden's bed. His ass was beyond sore, and his knees felt like they wouldn't support him if he tried to move.

All of that hadn't been a dream, but he felt an odd sadness seeing he was the only one left. As if all he was, was just a toy for them to use and forget about right after. Not that he had expected to be invited to their little shindig. He was just a cross fox, after all, what else could they want with him? Everett was about to sink down into some level of regret, until the door opened, and both the men of his dreams stepped in with a plate piled high with pancakes, a fresh plate of eggs and bacon, and a nice tall cup of orange juice.

And a small bouquet of flowers.

Cheesy fuckers.

They sat around the fox and allowed him to sit up, though that, in it of itself, proved to be quite the challenge.

He felt a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach when they surrounded him, both their faces surprisingly gentle, and almost apologetic for their actions the night before. Not that the fox would ever regret being tossed around the apartment like that.

"So uh, foxy, we had a question for you."

Axel started, looking towards his boyfriend for permission.

Dash continued from there, picking up from where the shepard trailed off.

"You wanna go on a date with us?"

Evertt was surprised, and let out a laugh. Which sent both their ears flat against their skull.

"You fucked me, both of you, and you're nervous to ask me out on a date?"

Before either of them could take back the offer, the fox spoke again.

"Of course I'll go on a date with you two."

The now throuple shared their breakfast together, eagerly making plans for the next time the fox had a day off.

For once, the pair of dogs had outwitted the poor dumb fox.