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"You never mentioned that you were such an incredible cook, Ryoohki. You really should have let us in on the secret sooner!"

Three bodies were sprawled out across the couch, converting the living room into a temporary sleeping space. Bodies rose and fell with a certain laze about them, feeling the side effects of digging through a potluck's worth of food; the much-welcomed post-turkey nap was trying to claim another trio of victims.

"It's a rare occasion that I have such pleasant company to share a meal with, so I wanted to make it count," Ryoohki admitted. "I'm glad that everything was up to your standards...I know how vulpines feel about their poultry."

Iskal snickered. "Bit of a trope, I suppose...but you're not wrong. That was one the best birds that I've had in a long time."

"And it hasn't conked you out yet, somehow..."

Between them, Dazed was just starting to nod off. The dingo had the most to eat of the three, and in the battle against his eyelids, he was just one punch away from the knockout.

The soft, plush cushions of the couch weren't helping matters: comfier than the curls of the bounciest cloud, plenty of people had come to rest upon it and find themselves unconscious without the aid of a full belly. Minding that, it was a wonder that any of the three stayed awake as long as they had.

Iskal, among them, was especially energetic, even then...and his slender body carried a different appetite, as he looked across the couch at his friends.

"I tend to feel a bit of a burst of energy after a meal, honestly, and we've had plenty of time to digest it," Iskal replied. "To be honest, I'm sure the cheesecake is nice and cold, if you're both ready to dig in?"

The fox was kind enough to provide the dessert for the feast, and having sampled the filling himself at home, he knew what a treat they were all in for, but he was the only one hungry enough to go after it, right then.

Ryoohki's eyes turned at the idea. "Still not sure if I could eat another bite, but if you're already that hungry, perhaps you could help me work up another appetite?"

This time, Iskal's snicker turned to a wider grin. "...Should have known you'd try sneaking in another snack before you went for the sweets."

There were no clothes on any of the men on the couch: they'd come together for a Thanksgiving celebration that was traditional in the form of the meal, and the grateful intentions they shared with each other, but that was where the tradition stopped, formally.

Ryoohki made no secrets about why he'd invited Iskal and Dazed in specific, and midway through the meal, all three had removed their slacks in the name of allowing their stomachs to expand. It all came under the guise of making more room, but it was a simple and playful way to keep everyone even, while allowing the boys to survey each other without making anyone the focus--a low pressure situation--to ensure that they were all comfortable for what was sure to follow.

"I do love some sugar every now and again," Ryoohki claimed. "But at the end of the day, I'm more of a savory person, to be honest."

The saber-toothed ursine turned to the side, shameless about the way he was admiring Iskal, anymore.

He wasn't looking past Dazed without appreciating the dingo for the handsome man that he was, of course, but allowing their friend to catch up on his nap would give Ryoohki and Iskal just enough time to have a quick snack before the cheesecake made it onto the table...

...A table that had just been freshly wiped clean, making it an ideal surface for the larger bear to make a snack of his vulpine companion.

"After gulping down that much turkey, I can't imagine you have room for much else, but...I guess I don't take up that much space, do I?"

Already, the softer, pink flesh among the softer fur of a white underbelly told of Iskal's excitement. He wasn't worried about whether he'd have a chance to tease his own flesh or not: he was fully intent on, and looking forward to, being the replacement for the turkey.

Ryoohki stood up a moment before him and offered out one of the massive, yet gentle paws that had prepped all of the food before. If only for that knowledge, Iskal would have known that Ryoohki was talented with his digits, but even knowing that, he was intimidated by the size of those fingers, curling around his entire paw and engulfing it.

There was no mystery about how large the manhood of the ursine was, but feeling another part of his girthy figure made it all the more real to Iskal. The latter was hoping that he hadn't bitten off more than he could chew, but then, offering himself up as entertainment post-meal was the least he could do to thank Ryoohki for his hospitality.

"Should fit on the table no problem," Ryoohki agreed. Having wiped the table himself, he didn't feel like creating that much more work, but he had a spare, disposable tablecloth for the celebration, that afternoon.

He was expecting to save it for the actual dessert portion, but he didn't have a problem with unraveling it early: seeing how much smaller Iskal was, the bear anticipated things would get a little bit messy, and no one wanted to take care of the spills on a full belly.

"Yup... hyup! T-thanks," Iskal said, letting Ryoohki help him up to the edge of the table with a single, powerful tug. "You sure you've got the energy for this? You looked like you were getting ready to doze off, over there..."

"Probably could have taken a nap," the bear admitted. "But as soon as you took the bait, I stopped worrying about getting some shut eye."

A handsome figure, imposing in all the best ways, Ryoohki didn't have to give Iskal a shove or a nudge to encourage the fox to lean over and rest on the flat of his back. Eyes of indigo gazed up from there, and an unflappable smile remained on the end of his vulpine muzzle, no matter how intimidating it was to see Ryoohki's larger member looming over his entire body.

The visual of just how deep inside of him it would reach should have forced his entire body to tense, but he'd been looking forward to that moment since he'd walked through the door; anticipation started out with the lead, but relaxation would win the day, as the fox allowed his legs to be lifted and eased back by Ryoohki's clutches.

Wild, brilliant stripes of red crossed over a gaze of shimmering green, creating an intense expression, no matter how kindly Ryoohki looked upon his guest. "Long as you don't mind stuffing two turkeys in one day," Iskal spoke to him, trying to hide the last of his nerves as they left his voice. "That's a lot to ask, even of a host as gracious as you are."

"Does it look like I mind?"

Just admiring his naked friends on the couch was enough to get Ryoohki thinking about the act, but between standing up from the couch and helping his friend into place, he'd already grown from an impressive, but softened length to a full, throbbing cock, his erection drooling precum over the tummy of the eager fox.

"Not even a little bit," Iskal admitted. "By all means, then..."

Most cooks didn't keep a proper bottle of lube in the kitchen, but Ryoohki was the kind of cook that knew how quickly someone's mood could change. It could strike anywhere, and as happy as someone might have been with a full belly, he'd met plenty of people who liked to show their appreciation for a meal with an offering of flesh and earthly delights.

Iskal was surprised, but relieved to see the bottle fetched from the counter. Cool, thick juices poured over Ryoohki's cock, leaving it to glisten in the soothing gold of the afternoon sun--as if Mother Nature herself was telling Iskal to be grateful for the bounty he was about to receive--and licked lips made it clear just how happy he was about his second helping.

"Can't just slide it in without warming up the oven, can we?" Ryoohki teased.

"I promise, the oven is nice and warm...just don't...y-you know...shove it all the way into the back on the first go, okay?"

Wiping his palms on the tablecloth made such a sound that it stirred Dazed from an uneasy sleep, but Ryoohki didn't notice that the dingo was awake, at first.

He was staring down at the fox, instead, letting the growing intensity in his stare set the tone for what was to come: a tapered, decidedly canine shape held the tip of the ursine's cock, making it easier to take than Iskal would have expected, but that was all at the start.

Just like the sharpening of an eager gaze and the greater weight of that stare, Iskal felt comfortable before Ryoohki on the first push, and even the lubricated inches that followed were easy and pleasant, sinking into the pucker of the fox with relative ease.

He knew better than to think that every thrust thereafter would be so easy, of course.

"Thanks for putting on plenty of s-seasoning," Iskal murmured, trying his best to stay relaxed, when he felt the first meeting of overwhelming pressure against his natural resistance. "Should make things a little easier f-for me to take..."

"That was the idea."

Keeping Iskal's ankles in his clutches, Ryoohki was dominant without being too forceful, but Iskal welcomed whatever the looming bear had in store for him, thinking that they were sneaking in a quick round before he'd have to worry about anything else.

He didn't realize that a sleepy-eyed dingo was already admiring the show, even before the first proper hilting of Ryoohki's member in a tight, gripping tailhole.

"A solid idea, but when you're already s-so fucking solid...you've still gotta take things a little slower," Iskal warned. He was proud of just how pliable his body could be on short notice, but it was rare that he had the chance to take someone with as much length as Ryoohki.

Every inch further along, the girth of that cock increased, until Iskal could tell that they were nearing the knot. He didn't count on being able to take that entire delight, but he was willing to give it a try...

...At least, before he felt the weight of another gaze on his cheek.

"Just don't let him take too long," Dazed spoke up for the first time. The dingo was struggling to put himself upright, but his member was one step ahead of his blinking, tired eyes. "If I'd known you two were gonna start dessert without me, I wouldn't have dozed off in the first place!"

Ryoohki had no problem putting on a show in front of a crowd, but he scarcely realized that he was thrusting that much harder when he felt Dazed's gaze shift toward him. "You'll have plenty of time to put your dish in the oven, too," the bear promised. "And you won't have to wait for it to warm up, either..."

The bear was happy to share, in the spirit of the season...but he wasn't going to get ahead of his own pleasures, either. He took the excited look of the dingo in stride and moved a little faster, but it wasn't until he heard a louder groan from Iskal that he felt he could move with sincerity.

"Not that y-you waited for me to get warm, but I'd say..._nnnfuck..._y-you're good to go, now," Iskal offered, feeling his inner muscles relax around a deliciously thick shaft. "Just be careful what you go touching while you're down there, big guy. It looks like I'm gonna be cooking for two!"

Iskal didn't want to reach his climax until both of his partners for the afternoon were satisfied, but already, he could see precum spilling down the underside of his vulpine length, telling how much his body enjoyed the unique blend of warmth and pressure that came from being so completely filled.

If the bear pumped deep enough with just the right angle to his hips, it wouldn't matter how hard Iskal tried to keep his orgasm at bay.

"Awfully generous of you to open yourself up to other suitors like that, Iskal."

"It's that time of year, right?"

The fox giggled at the idea, but he couldn't make any sound without a quiet, whimpered moan to follow it. Ragged breaths were already escaping his lungs as his insides stretched over and over again, giving easier passage to the pulsing length of the bear.

That would have been a task enough, on its own, if Dazed wasn't looking to get involved before it was his turn.

"Certainly is," the dingo agreed, cutting into the conversation and standing up from the couch. Canine flesh was held in such a tight and powerful grip that veins bulged up, their pressure visible to the naked eye, even before Dazed came to a full erection. "And I suppose it would only be right if I shared the rest of my gift with you, wouldn't it?"

"I think you...y-you might be jumping ahead a season," Iskal whispered.

That was the best the fox could do, when Ryoohki was pounding into him with such impressive depth and expert skill. He wasn't just a mindless beast, thrusting with as much force as his body could manage--enjoyable as it would have been, that would have been all too easy--instead, he was rolling from the rump and pushing forth from the hip, allowing his length to seep almost all the way back out before thrusting the entire shaft back in.

At the very peak of each thrust, Iskal tried his best to relax, but no matter how much he did, there was no changing the subtle discomfort...a pleasure unto itself...that came with handling such a massive cock.

"And would that be a problem?" Dazed tore Iskal's focus again, but this time, the held, dripping tip of his member was settled just to the side of the vulpine's muzzle. "If so, I'd be glad to stand aside and enjoy the show..."

Ryoohki turned his gaze between the pair of cocks: a long and tasty looking member was bouncing and flopping about, flicking precum back at the fox himself, but it wasn't able to completely steal the show when Dazed was standing right by the edge of the table, spilling his own trail of precum across the tablecloth.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with letting the dingo cut into the action a bit early, but he wasn't moving from the spot until he'd stuffed his second turkey to the brim...and he still had plenty of thrusts left in his thick, powerful hips.

"You don't seem to mind the idea, Ryoohki," Iskal looked back up at the bear, seeing a nod of approval. "Seems I've got plenty to be thankful for today!"

Turning back to the dingo with an open maw, he felt the tip of that canine cock slide against the slicker flesh of his jowls before it reached the roof of his maw, brushing along the ridges that would lead it to the opening of his throat.

"You're not the only one...I didn't think I'd be lucky enough to c-cook two meals in one day," Ryoohki teased, sticking to the theme...but with every word, that playful nature became a greater struggle. "And I've even got an extra set of hands to help me with the dirty work!"

Despite the previous warning, Ryoohki couldn't help reaching around the side of Iskal's thigh, finding the flesh of his shaft. A quick squeeze and a brief stroke revealed such a volume of precum that Ryoohki worried he might have already pushed the fox a little too far, but his inner muscles only gave the briefest clutch around the ursine.

Having known the stronger, internal grip of an orgasm before, Ryoohki took that chance and ran with it, knowing that any stroke could be the one that pushed the lucky fox over the edge.

"Not that I mind putting these hands to good work, but I'm pretty sure we're gonna burn our roast if we both go at him at once," Dazed suggested. He could see the greater spurts of precum spurting up from that vulpine tip, but he still draped a palm over it and rubbed gently, stroking some of that moisture back into the flesh. "Gotta make sure he's cooked all the way through before we put him on the counter to cool."

All of the playful banter was welcome by Iskal, who found the lighthearted nature of the trio made him more comfortable with being the center of attention; that it bought him a few extra minutes before his own orgasm was a side benefit, but Ryoohki didn't have the same good luck.

His own good fortune came in rearranging the insides of the fox over and over again, pounding him with a growing intensity that spoke as much to his growing pleasure as it did to his actual pace.

He could have gone faster, if he was so inclined, but as tight as the fox was gripping and working him with his asshole, Ryoohki was riding out that bliss until the very end, stretching out his pleasure for as long as his body would allow...while making no effort to actively fight against the growing, ticklish sensation in the very tip of his shaft.

"Think you're r-ready to tend the oven for a while?" Ryoohki's question came less as a point of fact to Dazed, and more a form of warning to Iskal. The latter could already feel the growing, pulsing energy of the bear's cock within him, and at the very last moment, Ryoohki picked up the pace, giving Iskal just a sample of what he could do when he fully went off the script.

The entire table rattled, shaken by the force Ryoohki provided. Iskal's body was pounded with such weight that it forced Dazed's soaking cock from the maw of the fox, smearing his own spittle back through the softer fur upon his cheek.

A single jet of cum sprayed back out of Iskal's tailhole, but that was just the first spurt of seed...and the volume of the same had already flooded the fox from within. The mess that poured deep enough inside still remained when Ryoohki tried easing back, but his hips won the day, forcing him to stay in place until the entirety of his yield was drained.

"There...t-that...that's a hot f-fucking oven!" Ryoohki's final claim was still humorous, but his grin wasn't playful any longer. A tight grit of teeth behind curved saber-fangs, it was clear just how much the bear was enjoying himself--even if he'd been holding back his strength--there was no holding back the pleasure that forced him to stumble back and take a seat on the couch. "Try not to g-get yourself burned, Dazed; you've been warned."

Familiar as the dingo was with the fox, it didn't matter that Iskal was on the flat of his back, stretched out and filled to the brim with a load of Ryoohki's cum: even in an entirely submissive posture, he was too good a lay to be taken lightly.

Before he had a chance to move himself onto his hands and knees, Dazed stepped around the side, feeling an errant strand of Ryoohki's seed against the side of his thigh. "Point taken," the dingo mentioned, knowing that Iskal, confirmed by his cheek grin, was squeezing and working the bear from within the entire time.

"You've already given me quite the head start," Dazed mentioned. "But I wonder how close you are, Iskal?"

Capturing just one leg of the fox and hiking it over his shoulder, Dazed leaned in and took advantage of a gaping pucker, finding the tip of his canine length slipped into that opened flesh with ease. He was gentle enough to start, but when he gripped the vulpine's shaft with all the intensity of a joystick, he felt the same internal clench that Ryoohki was forced to contend with.

It was a heavenly sensation, right from the start, but it gave Dazed that much more respect for Ryoohki: being able to last for so long when dealing with _that_sort of pressure was commendable, to say the very least.

"Close enough that y-you'd better be more careful...with...t-that thing," Iskal stammered his way through a brief warning, but no word was heeded. Instead, Dazed released his tight grip enough to let fresh precum seep under his digits, bringing new ease to the first few strokes of that plentiful shaft. "Did y-you hear a word I just..._nnnfuck..shit..._t-that I just said?!"

"Loud and clear," Dazed was quick to reply, but he didn't focus on putting any gusto into his words.

Feeling that the fox was already stretched out from before, he didn't have to worry about setting his pace: he was able to pump at full speed from the get go, and with the previous jokes about the oven, he didn't want to give Iskal the chance to cool down before they wrapped things up.

"You need me to catch you up, is what I heard ," Dazed specified. "Feels pretty good to be stroked while you're being fucked, doesn't it?"

The dingo knew he would be the last one to add to their unique, creamy dessert, but he was more than happy to bring up the rear, literally and figuratively.

"Definitely something I'm..t-thankful for...this year," Iskal finally gave in, knowing there was no use trying to keep up the games, much less to match the pace that the dingo set. With his length captured, every stroke of Dazed's hips into his waiting thighs created another simulated thrust of his own hips, as if Iskal was in the middle of two warm, eager bodies.

A minute of it was more than he could take, as the first strand of his own cum leapt back and splattered across his tummy, mussing his fur. "Thankful for it e-every chance I get," he confessed, just on the front end of a high-pitched whimper. "Oh...f-fuck...nnnfuckme, Dazed! Fuck!"

He couldn't keep his own maw shut, letting the first length of his mess fall all the way over his neck and against his lower lip. The second stream went just as far, beading his cheeks and leaving another sample of his yield against his jowls...and as his inner muscles worked and squeezed the dingo beyond his own sense of control, Iskal felt another load of cum being pumped into his ruined tailhole, even as he gave himself a facial.

"Thanks f-for letting me help out w-with the meal prep, Ryoohki," Dazed grunted his way through a faster, shorter series of thrusts, rattling the fox from the inside and pounding into him with as much intensity as he could manage in such a brief range.

The fox was dizzied by just how much strength a canine could manage in that space; between that and the lightheaded bliss of his own climax, he was worried he might be the one to pass out and miss dessert, when all was said and done.

"Don't mention it."

He was the only one who could manage a calm expression, right then. He was enjoying the show from the sidelines, working the shaft of his cock back to an erection with a slow and casual stroke, providing a soothing contrast to the hamming body of the dingo.

Even after the first stream of his seed pumped into the fox, competing for what little room it could find in an already flooded asshole, Dazed refused to slow down until he was sure he'd milked every drop of cum from the fox, himself. A larger paw hugged around the exposed knot of the vulpine and held it to simulate a tie, but Dazed kept his own bulge at bay, only teasing the fox with the weight and pressure of it.

After all, he and Ryoohki had to save something for dessert...and a pair of knots was better than one.