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"Which one's just pepperoni?"

"This one over here--hey, don't hog the cheese!"

"I ain't hogging shit."

I watched as absolute chaos ensued inside my apartment kitchen. Five football players shoving around one another. Pizza boxes shuffled across the counter space in wild fashion. Two liters poured inaccurately into outstretched cups. There was hardly any space not filled by their athletic, toned, handsome bodies...

"Come on Dip, better hop in and grab a slice."

I shook my head to shake off my wandering thoughts, looking to the wolf who'd called out my name. He stood at the edge of the kitchen now, smirking at me all too knowingly. His hazel-colored eyes, matching his various shades of muddy brown fur, was something I'd always found myself drawn to. Those eyes gave me a sideways glance as he moving back to the living room, bumping my hip on his way by.

"Not gonna be anything left if ya don't!"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm gonna."

I always preferred for the crowd to die down before getting my share. Well, maybe it was a preference necessarily--more like a grown habit after years of being shoved aside. I waited patiently as each of the guys filed out the kitchen carrying a heaping load on their plates, looking ever so pleased with themselves. Mac had grabbed a pizza box outright; I could imagine the sturdy tiger having no trouble finishing off a large pizza in a single sitting.

"Not much leftover, but you don't need much, do ya runt?" taunted Quinn, last to vacate the kitchen.

It was odd to see the silver drake slide right back into their cocky self. He did so surprisingly well: Quinn looked, walked, and talked like an all-star athlete a little too far up their own ass. I'd assumed exactly that when he'd first arrived, and when he'd singled me out for some one-on-one time in the bedroom, I'd been worried what the sleazy drake was planning.

I still was trying to line up this tall standing, muscle packed football player with the meek bitch I'd rode on the carpet floor. He stepped by me on his way out, winking when he caught my eye before outright drinking in the sight my naked body. His obvious staring didn't bother me, I realized. I guess when everyone was already familiar with my body, decency could be thrown right out the window. Quinn didn't have the same freedom I carried, and so his clothes went back on after our romp in the bedroom. I hoped I might get him out of his clothes again--if not tonight then sometime soon, hopefully.

I skimmed over the few pizza slices remaining while thinking how miserable the leftovers looked, but the food had been paid for, so I could hardly complain. Taking my grub and heading to the living room, I took in the comical sight of them all sitting around the television. I slowed my walk back to really analyze the spectacle of their bulky masses spilling out my tiny furniture, each intently focused on the ongoing basketball game while chowing down on their food.

"Come on, Dippy, you're missing the game!" shouted Brady around a mouthful of pizza. He patted a spot between his legs, because of course he would. I had little options otherwise, so I padded over and took the available seat without arguing.

It was comforting, I have to admit, being hugged between Brady's meaty thighs. I'd so desperately wanted to be held like this all the last semester--ever since I'd stopped seeing Brady, really. He'd hurt me in a half-dozen different ways, but it never stopped my feelings for him. Plus, he gave the best post-sex snuggles, like, goddamn his arms were the most wonderful thing to held in. Those same arms now dropped around me now, still cradling his food in both hands, and I was surrounded by his fragrance.

I ate my pizza in happy silence, thinking about how his smell was more enticing than the pizza on my plate--which I think is a hell of a compliment because pizza is arguably the best thing in the world. I scooched back until my rump bumped against his crotch, draping my tail over his left leg. I didn't hold back my urges to show him affection. Rubbing a free hand on the inside of the thigh and sitting my feet atop his own was a good start, even if I craved something more intimate.

God I was getting horny so easily...

The other guys weren't bothering me, all their brainpower seemingly focused on food and sports at the moment. Athletes really were nerds in their own way; Brady and his friends had all sorts of nutty information stuck in their heads about the players on the screen. I think I could've gotten a life history lesson about every one of the basketball stars if I simply asked for it. I did no such thing, enjoying my time out of the spotlight to observe them instead.

Mike and Chase seemed close friends with one another, keeping the conversation going around the room. Mike was the more laid back of the two, the jaguar's vibrant yellow eyes the only thing that seemed ferocious about the cuddly black cat. Chase seemed a bit more quick to temper, even when surrounded by pals, perhaps because they knew how to push his buttons. I still thought he seemed a nice enough guy. Maybe I was partial to wolves--his charcoal gray fur wasn't broken by any stripes or spots, similar to the jaguar's single-toned coat, and looked so invitingly fluffy.

Mac--or Big Mac, as Brady had joked about earlier, a nickname that the tiger seemed unbothered by--was mostly focused on finishing off the entire pizza he'd taken for himself and himself only. He wasn't having any trouble by the looks of it, already halfway done. Though he was easily capable of eating twice as much as me, he was still in shape, that shape just happened to be more filled out. He was an unstoppable brick wall; I was sure I'd break every bone in my body trying to push through the titanic lineman.

Quinn was back to lounging in the recliner at the opposite end of the room. His silver scales filled the seat plenty, but he was the smallest of the crew, if only by a marginal amount. The drake was an enigma. He sat there so casually, watching the game while chewing up another mouthful of cheese, and I was just amazed how effortlessly he fit in to the group. The drake I'd rode in the bedroom certainly didn't fit into this picture, but that drake wasn't the same as this stud, even if they physically looked similar.

Mostly though, I kept thinking about Brady. How could I, when he was all around me? I'd missed him more than I cared to ever admit. I managed to hold my life together alright. I kept telling myself that I'd find someone else that'd love me in return as much as I did them, that I'd get over Brady eventually. But I didn't want to get over Brady. It was an impossible ask, made all the more impossible each time he came back into my life.

Having already finished with his own food, he dared a few teases while I ate: he started by wrapping his arms a little tighter, a little closer, until I struggled to move between his flexing muscles. Next came light breaths on the back of my neck, coaxing squirms out of me as he loved doing. Another thing he loved about me was how sensitive I was to his touch--I also loved how sensitive I was to his touch. There was something different about how he dragged his claws through my fur, the sensitivity he was capable of...

"Alright there, Dip?"

"Hrmm?" I knew what he was getting at, but frankly I didn't care. I doubled down instead, keeping my head resting against his bicep while I dropped my forgotten food onto the table, wrapping my freed arms around his. "Just enjoying myself..."

"Yeah, seems like it," Brady said. He didn't push me away, continuing to enjoy the ballgame with his friends. I wanted to stay here in his arms indefinitely, breathing in his scent, his fur tickling my nose. This is what I'd been craving so badly. His affection was like nothing else. I loved it--I loved him, damnit. But if he didn't love me the same way...

Fuck it. Why should I care who that dumb jock loved?

If he didn't want my love, then it was his loss! It shouldn't be my loss! I needed to remember what this really was: another booty call. ABC. Nothing more, the same as when we'd first hooked up, the same as when we'd last hooked up. I can't forget. I can't fall for him again.

Yeah, I'll enjoy myself. I'll enjoy the night for what it is, and when Brady leaves in the morning, I'll move on, like I should've long before tonight. I'll ignore how much he meant to me. I'll disregard how much I longed for his comfort. Because I don't want to be hurt anymore. I don't deserve to be hurt anymore, and I'm the only one that can stop myself, so I will. I'll enjoy the night, and when morning comes, I'll get on with my fucking life.

I smelled his fur, burying half my face in his brown coat. Yeah, this was my night to enjoy.

"Ahh, shit, this game's turning into a blowout," Chase said, dropping back into the sofa with a sigh. I snuck a peek at the score on the plasma screen. Yikes, they weren't wrong, even I knew a thirty-point lead with only the last quarter remaining was a done and dusted game.

"Yeah, suppose it is." Brady went to press the power button on the remote, hesitated, then decided to hit the volume button instead, lowering the tv's sound to a gentle background noise. "Ya know... Dip could still provide us some entertainment while the game finishes up, no need to quit so early." He nudges my butt with a hand, "Hop on up, runt."

I did as Brady asked, turning to face the rest of the group, equally curious as they were at what the wolf was playing at. He positioned himself directly behind me, placing both his arms on my shoulders, and smooth as butter did his hands ease down my body, only stopping when his hands encircled my crotch and the piece of metal stuck there. My caged cock twitched at his pleasurable touch, but I couldn't get hard, just as I hadn't been able to for a few months now.

Brady had been the one to introduce me to a chastity cage, and even without his continued existence in my daily life, I'd still happily adopted the kink. It wasn't out of any remembrance of my times with the wolf--not in a major way, anyways. It was simply a side of me I'd never known existed.

I enjoyed many varieties of erotic behavior, but this was one of my personal favorites. It brought out the obedient side of me. Who knew a tiny piece of metal could unleash my deeply hidden desires to be a good boy, ready to tend to my master's dutiful needs. And since I lacked a master, I'd been using my imagination to conjure one instead. It just so happened that my imagination always drifted to a muscular wolf with hazel eyes, and gentle touch, and irresistible smile...

I leaned into his warm digits wrapping around my cold, shiny package. "Oh--that feels nice," I murred, eyes closed to enjoy the feeling to the fullest.

"Glad to hear that, runt, cause our friends would like to join in on the fun, isn't that right?"

All three of the guys on the couch murmured in agreement, with Chase leading the pack, "Oh yeah, we love that, especially since a certain scaly ass already had his fun without us."

"Can't help you guys are too slow, but you go ahead and enjoy some sloppy seconds, courtesy of me." Quinn laughed at his own quip, looking awfully satisfied in the recliner.

The three on the couch didn't bother any reply to the drake, instead beckoning me over to sit with them. Brady released his hold my prick and slapped me across the ass to get me moving. I stumbled forward from the forceful spanking, my lower back coiling inwards from the painful sting and my eyes squeezing shut tight, so I was oblivious of the reaching hands around my exposed waist.

"Whaaa--Oof!"

My lungs were evacuated of air from the surprise tugging on my hips. My little coyote body was yanked up and parallel with the couch and the bodies resting on its cushions. Each part of me was dropped down into a different lap: my face was literal inches from the jaguar's crotch, my crotch smushed against Chase's girthy package, and my feet sensing the heat emanating off Mac's privates.

The first thing that caught my notice was an enticing smell wafting through my nostrils. Mike's smell. My head rested on his lap, nose facing his junk but not yet smothered in it, and already I was under his musky spell after a few whiffs. I scooched closer, and closer... until I felt bulging fabric tickle the tip of my nose, and then a little further had my snout tucked nicely into the jaguar's package.

"Mmm, little guy's nice and eager," Mike said, petting my head fluff while I dug myself in. He pressed softly against my head--a little too softly, to where I was wishing he would roughen me up more--and I gladly inhaled every available odor. The smell of his dick was the most potent, a rich and tangy smell I could huff for hours on end. To be honest with myself, I think I'd say that about all the boys here, so that wasn't exactly anything special. Nearly as potent was his sweat, a token of an athlete fresh from the gym. But beneath those scents was my personal favorite, my guilty pleasure: the aroma of stale piss. Sometimes it was subtle, nearly unnoticeable. Better was when it was at the forefront, a rank, unwashed stench that I personally craved.

While I enjoyed the pleasure of Mike's stink filling my lungs, Mac and Chase found their own entertainment with my body. The first sensation I felt was the wolf's digits probing my sore rear. He started by just teasing my asshole, swirling his finger around the wrinkled flesh, still wet from the drake's juices.

"Feels like Quinn did a number on you, runt," Chase said. If he was trying to provoke his friend, the drake wasn't taking the bait as he'd hoped. Nevertheless the wolf continued his probing of my anus, taking his sweet time opening me up.

"I better get a share of his ass later," came a grumble from the other end of the couch. Massive fingers wrapped around my feet, tickling my paw pads with his delicate touch. The big tiger was really a big cuddly bear, so long as you weren't on his bad side. He cared to my paws so nicely, truly a gentle giant, quite the contrast to the resting bitch face he seemed to always wear.

"Don't worry Big Mac, you'll get your turn," said Mike. I didn't care whichever way I was used; I'd have my fun no matter what. It was hard not to have fun when three different sensations were stimulating my brain in such nice ways.

I was pulled away from his suffocating pillow so that he could adjust his shorts, lifting up his butt to slide the elastic band down far enough to let his cock flop out into view. Damn, what an attractive sight. The jaguar's obsidian length and girth were no match against the drake you'd already pleasured, which was to be expected. Still, his size was nothing to sneeze at, especially with how small my mouth was in comparison. His foreskin had already retracted, exposing a plum-colored head that already glistened with pre.

"...Can I?" I asked, impatient to wait any longer for Mike to make his move on me. Maybe that's what he'd been waiting for, because he cracked a smile at my pleading look, those yellow eyes hungry for my devotion.

"Sure can, little coyote," Mike said, finally pushing my face back into his crotch. "Go on, suck me off like a good pup."

A good pup. Yes, that's what I'll be, a good pup that sucks off Brady's friends. An obedient toy used for their enjoyment, that's what I wanted to be. Brady hardly needed to pressure me beyond the first phone call. I'd been craving this kind of attention for so long now, mostly by my own fault--can't be surprised that I'm constantly horny when I keep a cage around my prick for two months straight. Brady had been my gateway drug, but I wasn't that much different from the virgin freshman with depraved dreams of a hunk plowing me until I went cross-eyed. It was my destiny to suck cock, to ride cock, to worship cock.

I was loving on Mike's dick--licking, sucking, drooling at the flavors tingling my tastebuds. I let my tongue wander to wherever I could find more, and any grimy sweat I missed was instead glued to my fur, guaranteeing his smell wouldn't leave my nose anytime soon. Up and down his base, around his balls, coating his junk in layers of my spit. The jaguar's moans affirmed what I already knew; I was the perfect cocksucker. I was meant to be here, dragging my tongue back and forth over his flesh, coaxing his seed to paint my fur and tongue.

"Shit--that feels so fucking good," the jaguar purred. His legs spasmed in short spurts, showing how much progress I was making towards his imminent climax. "I'm gonna fill you up in no time..."

Even with my efforts focused on sucking off Mike, I didn't tunnel vision to only him. I opened my thighs to help spread my asscheeks for Chase, inviting him to finally pop a finger into my puckered ring. Down to the knuckle he immediately went, and I groaned on the meat in my mouth when another finger was inserted beside the first. With his other free hand, he also slipped off his pants, allowing his dick to press into mine. I loved the feeling of his shaft overpowering mine, his heat burning against my pathetic cage. Oh, yes, I absolutely adored comparing myself with my superiors, being shown how much smaller and insignificant I really was.

But Chase wasn't only looking to compare sizes. His hand wrapped around my cage and mushed it into his. When he moved his fingers back and forth and into a rhythm, I realized what he was doing: he planned to jerk off using my cage as added stimulation, and my mind lit up at the horny idea. Another kink acquired, one that I'd have to make room for in my overflowing box of fetishes.

"If everyone's whipping their dicks out, I'm not gonna be left out," said Mac.

My legs were lifted up by his raising hips, and once he'd freed his shorts, my soles touched something thick and hot. I wrapped my paws around that girthy pole, sizing up the thing--and boy was it thick. Thick enough to match the drake, at least. My attempts to stroke his shaft at first were awkward, uncomfortable probably. To my appreciation, he didn't complain, instead taking my feet in his hands to guide me to a proper technique, and soon enough I got the hang of it. It wasn't easy, but I could handle some aching muscles for the tiger's pleasure. Once I had momentum, the fingers left my paws, and the tiger leaned back to enjoy my work with a happy sigh.

There was plenty of work to do. Some part of me wanted to sneak a peek at the ludicrously huge dick I cradled between my soles. I'd have to wait, though, as too many things preoccupied my attention, like the throbbing meat in my mouth, or the digits in my asshole, or the throbbing against my cage... They really were using me at every end simultaneously. All three of them, together, getting their fair share of fun out of me.

It was a scenario I never imagined myself in. Even my dirtiest of thoughts hadn't conjured such a circumstance: pleasuring five football jocks in a single night. Riding a fat cock that belonged to a surprisingly subby drake. Stretched across three laps and submitting every part of myself to their horny uses. It was a fantasy come true. I would not regret answering Brady's ABC tonight, only wishing for more in the near future.

"I'm close pup, better be ready to swallow..." The jaguar was really panting now, and from the corner of my eye I watched his adorable face contort. His mouth hung open, little ears flicking in time with each jerk of his body. He was ready, and I was eager for his promise to round my belly with his seed. I quickened my pace, dragging all of his length deep into my mouth and throat, sucking with renewed energy in an effort to claim my prize.

The jaguar let out a rumbling groan, "Oh fuck--"

Mike didn't get any more words out before his cum hit the back of my tongue and slid easily down to my stomach. More and more ejaculate followed, his flow steady and strong. I wanted a taste of him, so I pulled partially off his dick, careful not to stop my forceful milking. He tasted salty with a spiced aftertaste that had my eyes watering, but I thoroughly enjoyed what I was given. I also was enjoying the warmth dripping down my gullet and boiling in my gut. Carrying another man's fresh semen in me was another kink of mine; whenever Brady filled me in the past, I'd be simply glowing in his arms afterwards, nursing a tummy full of wolf jizz.

I was rumbling my satisfaction now, slowing my aggression to a tender suckle of his tip that left Mike trembling in my grip. The jaguar patted me while basking in his own glow, his tongue lolled out the front of his mouth. "I see why Brady talks about you all the time now," he said, slumping into the sofa afterwards.

My body snapped awake from his words. Brady talked about me? What about? Bragging, or something more? He said there'd been nothing between us... but who talks constantly about someone they don't have feelings for?

I kept my mouth shut even though I wanted to spill out all those questions and a hundred more. Brady kept quiet as well, and there wasn't any reason he wouldn't be paying attention to the show, so he'd chosen not to refute or clarify Mike's statement. Was he silent because there was nothing meant to Mike's words, just banter shared between friends? Or was he too embarrassed to refute the claim in front of me?

I didn't have enough brainpower to think about it, as I was still getting fucked in the ass and giving out a footjob at the same time. I licked clean Mike's shaft like the good boy I was, but I'd need to switch positions soon; my legs were on fire, I wasn't going to last any longer caring for Mac with my paws--but my oral game was ready for round two. I pushed off Mike's knees and onto my feet, spinning around to drop onto the tiger's lap.

I finally get to see what I'd been feeling down below. My suspicions were confirmed: Big Mac was indeed fucking big. He was packing a cock as beefy as himself, with a matching pairs of fat balls hanging below. I licked my lips, still wet from Mike's juices, practically drooling at the meaty monolith before me.

"Heh, now this is more like it," said Mac from above. I'd realized my rudeness, going for his cock before I'd even acknowledged him. Could I be blamed, though? This was as close as I'd gotten to his face, and I realized his irises were a magnificent shade of blue, like a perfectly clear sky on a sunny day. They helped soften his rough and tough look considerably. "Glad I finally get to feel your tongue. Better have plenty of gas left in the tank, boy, I've been told I'm a lot to handle."

"That's one way to put it," scoffed the nearby drake.

"What're you bickering about, lizard? I heard you've got plenty packing your slit."

I ignored their banter as I sized up my meal. Mac's dick was a soft pink, the tip darkening into a reddish, clay-like hue. I targeted his nuts first, plastering healthy smears of my spit onto his skin. The tiger's perspiration was the only thing I really could taste, as potent as it was. Mac seemed to sweat a lot--especially when he'd finished working out just before coming here. Even with my feet removing some of the greasy salt coating his junk, there was still so much more waiting for my tongue to lap up. I was all for it--the more the merrier was my motto--except that my mouth was close to being drier than a desert, already feeling a bit raw from my time with Mike.

I still wasn't going to call it quits, enjoying my dutiful work despite the slight discomfort. I was also encouraged by the welcoming return of two fingers into my taint. Chase was getting back into position with my hips, already restoring his rhythm with my caged prick against his. I'd heard his faint moans here and there the last few minutes, so I knew he was close to finishing. I did hope the wolf wasn't feeling left out. I'd have to make it up to him sometime. Maybe a one-time ABC slip--though I suppose something normal would also suffice, like helping out with his homework, but where was the fun in that?

I left Chase to play with my lower half while I resumed my business with Mac's lower half. Just like with the jaguar, I knew I was doing something right by the heavier and heavier breaths near my ear. I curled my tongue around his spire, only working the top half with my maw while I took care of the base with my hands.

My ear was tugged on by an unseen force. "You sure know your way around a cock. Putting to shame all the bitches I've gotten head from in the past." Mac pinched my ear between two fingers and began kneading them, scratching an itch I didn't know I had. "I don't think I've ever been worshiped by anyone quite like this. You sure we can't have him around more often?"

There was silence yet again from Brady, at least I didn't hear any spoken reply, but then why did Mac let out a disappointed grumble after asking his question? What had been communicated between the two without me knowing?

"Getting close already..." The tiger bucked his hips in rhythm with my bobbing mouth, pushing as much of his length past my jaws and down my throat. "I hope you're ready for dessert. A nice treat for your little bitch throat to swallow."

Even at my physical limits, after being used back-to-back-to-back and left exhausted like I'd never been in a long time, I was rallied by his horny talk. I wanted to earn my treat so badly. I wanted to his jizz to warm my belly and coat my tongue. I couldn't deny my cravings. I was just like Mac said, just like they all thought of me. A little bitch. A scrawny coyote slut who wanted nothing more than to bring pleasure to her master.

I nearly choked on Mac's cock as I did a double-take of my last thought. There it was again, that lingering uncertainty. This wasn't my first slip up. Initially, I'd pushed it off as a funny mistake, nothing more. It was hard to keep that same mentality when the idea pervaded my mind more and more frequently.

The tiger's orgasm dragged back to reality in a rough manner. Mac didn't offer any warning beyond a subtle spasming of his hips. I didn't notice his tell, and so I was caught choking on the first few spurts spraying the back of my throat. I didn't really recover so much as suffer through the coughing spasm, keeping it minimal as more and more salty ejaculate filled my suckling mouth. I continued pumping the base of his shaft with my hands, coaxing as much from the tiger as I could get.

"A--Ahh!" A whimper sang out, but not from the Mac, still panting but otherwise silent through his orgasm. The noise came from behind me, and I responded with my own pleasured gasp as fingers pounded harder and faster at my tailhole. Chase's battering of my prostate escalated my gasping to a loud, uncontrolled mewling, and my caged dick emptied a few pathetic ropes into the wolf's other hand that was busy stroking up and down both our genitalia. The added fluids assisted his jerking off into climax as my own came down. His dick pulsed against my cage, but the most intense feeling was from his semen painting my belly and dripping down onto both our dicks. He continued a few more slow strokes up and down, clearly announcing our orgasms with the loud squelching of our combined sperm.

"Holy shit..." said Chase. The couch jumped a little at what I presumed was him falling back into it. I realized I no longer was receiving anymore treats from the tiger's dick I was still holding onto, so I pulled up and away until only the tip was left inside my jaws.

Pop!

I enjoyed the satisfying sound that rang out as his dick squeezed out my lips, as well as Mac's reaction to the surprising sensation. The massive log of meat wavered in front of my face, looking enticing as any dick that was in my vision, but I was tired. Correction, I was absolutely exhausted. I flopped over to give my spine some rest, enjoying the weirdly euphoric pain that fanned out from my lower back. My throat was used and abused, my balls were emptied and begging for rest, and my brain was a soupy mush.

If asked to ever do this again, I'd say yes in a heartbeat.

"Little runt's all tuckered out from my choking on my dick."

"Pfft, as if," Quinn said.

"Oh really? Let's see what he thinks." Mac adjusted himself on the couch, which conveniently caused his softening cock to slap down over my snout, dripping his juices and my slobber over my already stained face. "Who was the biggest handful of us bunch?"

I peel his dick off my fur and lean up so I can take in the group awaiting my answer. Mike and Chase stared from down the line of the couch, Mac hovered over me with an expectant smugness, and Quinn was acting as if he was disinterested, but his swiveled ears told a different story.

Lastly, there was Brady. The wolf was unreadable to me right now. The smirk he'd worn most that night was faded, that much was sure, yet I was unsure the reason why. The most obvious reason came to mind--jealousy... Could it be? What was the wolf thinking?

I focused back on the answer when Mac purposefully cleared his throat. "Uhm. I'd say Brady, personally."

"Eh, little runt wants to play favorites," Mac grumbled.

Mike snorted at that, "Big Mac is just worried he isn't so big down there!"

"Up yours, Mike!"

"Just kiss and make up already," said Quinn.

"You too, lizard!"

"Alright, everyone out!" Brady suddenly announced. "Game's over, time to go! Come on, assholes and elbows!"

Each of Brady's teammates grumbled and groaned at being kicked out, yet none argued with the wolf. I was unceremoniously jumbled around and dumped on the couch, my face dropping into the crater that used to be fighting to hold up Mac's ass. While I enjoyed the warmth of the cushion against my face, the guys all gathered around the front door, talking about a few other things that didn't matter to me. I flipped my head sideways to wave goodbye to the jaguar, the tiger, the wolf, and the drake, the last giving me a wink before he stepped outside. The door shut closed with a loud thunk, and their voices receding down the outside balcony, until my apartment was quiet once more. Just me and Brady.

Brady stepped away to the kitchen while my leaden body sunk further into the couch. I heard the sink turn on and off, and Brady appeared with a glass of water in hand, laid onto the coffee table in front of me.

"Need anything else?" he asked, his voice sweetly soft in my ear.

"Yeah--you."

One of the wolf's eyebrows raised and his playful smirk returned. "I meant besides me, dummy."

"A shower." I considered his request a little more. "Cuddles."

"Done and done, but drink up first."

I groaned all the way into a sitting position, grabbing the water to chug down in a few gulps. "Oh man, I needed that."

"You sure as shit did; been a busy night for you. Ready to get up?"

"...Not really."

"Hmm... I've got an idea then," Brady said, and two arms wrapped around my back and legs, easily lifting me up and away. I liked being held by the wolf. Cradled into his chest, smelling his fur and absorbing his warmth. I felt protected.

The two of us made our way through my bedroom to the bathroom beyond. With surprising dexterity, Brady twisted the shower knob while holding me close, never losing his grip. Finally he stood me up in the tub and under the cascading water.

"Mmm, the heat feels so good," I muttered.

"Not used to using your muscles, are ya?"

I stiffened a bit when the wolf stepped into the shower behind me--apparently stripping away his clothes while I'd been inattentive--and even more so when his hands began working soap into my fur. My surprise quickly melted away as his hands worked their magic on my body. "Mmm... that's nice..."

"Even a little coyote deserves a spa day," he teased. "Don't worry, I'll good care of you pup." His hand travels down to between my legs, a finger running along the metal around my cock. "So... two months, for real?"

"...Closer to three, now."

"Wow, that's fucking wild. Never thought you'd be that into it."

"Neither did I."

Brady massaged my sack, rolling my fuzzy balls between his fingers. "I think it's time to reward my pet for their obedience."

"Oh." The idea felt a bit outlandish. My cage had been off for cleaning, only to go right back on afterwards. It had become my norm. But this was the reason why I'd done it, right? Waiting for someone to command me, to reward me, to control me. "I'd like that, master."

"Heh, already ready to hand me the reins again? Fine by me. Where's the key, pup?"

"On the counter, by my toothbrush." I watched him quickly step one foot out the shower, scan the sink, and snatch a small, golden key. The key to my pleasure, rightfully in the hands of my master.

Brady bends down to my crotch and, with one hand holding my junk and another lining up the key with the keyhole, I hear the click of the latch. And simple as that, I was freed of my chastity after nearly a full semester. He slipped my cage off with relative ease and placed it aside, focusing now on the revealed prize.

"I've forgotten how cute your little sheath is. Don't remember it being that small, though." He knelt down closer, holding my hips so I couldn't shy away. "Yeah, definitely smaller. You're such a fucking cutie, you know that pup?"

I didn't know how to respond to his unexpected compliments. I mean, he'd complimented me before, that wasn't abnormal, and his horny talk was no different, words of praise that he knew got me all excited. I guess it was unexpected because, even after he called tonight, even after all the talking and touching, I always assumed he'd moved on from me, finding another tight ass to fuck. Or maybe I misunderstood what the original call had been about.

ABC.

Was it another booty call? It felt like more. I wanted so badly for it to feel like more. Did he feel the same urge? Damnit, I needed to know how he felt. I needed to know if he wanted more.

"Brady--I need to ask you... oh fuck." I stumbled on my words when his lips wrapped around my sheath. It was electric. I watched him slather my balls and sheath in his thick saliva. The running shower was forgotten as I received a different kind of bathing.

Brady let my sack slide off his tongue and looked up with a curious smile. "What's on your mind, pup?"

I should ask him. I should ask him. "You, uh, you want to take this to the bed?" Shit.

"I don't think pets should be asking things like that--but I guess that's a good idea." He stood up again, taking hold of my jaw in one hand. "Just remember who's in charge."

I nodded, and we both stepped out of the shower to dry off. I tried to not let my mood dampen by my failure to ask him. I wanted to, so badly, but I didn't want to ruin the night. Soon, I'd get an answer.

For now, I focused on the wolf's naked ass shaking in front of me. It was a decent distraction. I followed that juicy butt out of the bathroom and into the bed, but I didn't dare touch it without his permission. Brady scooched back on the bed, seated with both legs splayed in a lazy circle, and beckoned me with a wave of his finger. I happily followed him onto the bed.

Once I was kneeling between his toned thighs, he commanded me, "On your back."

I fell backwards and, without warning, was drug by my hips until I felt Brady's fat sheath press against my rear, and his feet closed in on both sides of my face, effectively trapping me. I thought that'd be all, until more jerking of my hips had my lower half lifted off the bed. I couldn't understand what he was trying to do. I didn't need to when his tongue told me all I needed to know.

I moaned weakly at the probing muscle against my asshole, raised high enough for his muzzle to reach. My two dangling legs were positioned over his shoulders for better purchase, and once I caught on, he went on the aggressive. His tongue opened me up and more.

"Oh fuck, ahh!"

The wolf responded to my pathetic whimpers with a throaty grumble that edged up my spine. Needing something to smother my mewling with, I grabbed one of his paws and smushed the meaty sole into my snout. Too fresh out of the shower to have his sweaty scent, but that didn't stop me from coating his pads in my spit.

He continued to eat my ass with zest. I squirmed and scrunched my toes at the intense feeling. His tongue was almost too stimulating, possibly from how many times my anus had been used tonight. But I still wanted more. I wanted him to pound my prostate, fill up my insides with his seed. I wanted him to dominate me, to make me his little bitch. I needed to be his bitch!

Brady's head rose from between my cheeks, spit, running down his chin, "You ready little guy?"

I nodded meekly, but opened my mouth hesitantly to add, "Can, uhm, can you call me a good girl?"

The wolf cocked his head at my request. "You wanna be my good girl?" A smile creeps up at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes stare into mine. "Hmm, I can do that, but only if you keep being a good girl for me. Can you do that?"

"Yes, I will! I will!"

"Is my good girl ready?"

I nod vigorously this time, and he snorts at my excitement. I was lowered back onto the bed, and while Brady repositioned onto his knees, I readied myself by lifting my legs over my head, locking my arms around my thighs, and spreading my asscheeks wide as invitation. I hadn't been able to see the wolf's arousal poke out his sheath, but I certainly felt it prod at my hole. A little pressure, a little more, and in went the tip of his cock.

"Let me hear how much my good girl wants it."

"I've only wanted you! Please, I've been waiting for so long! Please fuck me!" I moaned high and loud when he shoved further into my ass.

"I've been waiting for a long time too, pup," he said. There was sincerity in his voice, I was sure of it.

"Harder! I want it all now!" I begged.

"With pleasure!"

He bottomed out in one more thrust, sending a spike of pleasure I'd been craving to feel again for months and months. I'd been craving him, as much as I tried to deny it. I wanted to get fucked by him, yes. But I also wanted to cuddle with him, to laugh by his side, to kiss him every chance I got, to show all my love and affection. I loved him, and I didn't want to hide it anymore.

"I love you." No, not enough! I wasn't going to keep my emotions tamped down any longer. I wanted the whole world to know! "I love you!"

Brady pulled in and out, rocking my scrawny body with his giant frame. "Say my name."

"I love you Brady!"

"Good girl."

His thrusts picked up speed and force, and I was at full mast down below for the first time in a long while. It was a pencil of a dick, and every push of his hips sent it slapping against my lower belly. It was an odd feeling to be hard again, and I hesitated to touch my freed penis. I'd gotten off without touching it before, why did I need to now?

Whether he noticed my unwillingness to touch myself, or he just wanted to do so himself, Brady's paw wrapped around my length. His fingers easily encased the entirety of my dick, and my first thought was that I was caged and controlled once again by my master, which was a nice, albeit odd, thought. Sensations I'd forgotten returned when his hands started pumping, tingling and shivering pulses that added to my pleasure.

"I'm already close..." I said, my face getting hot and fuzzy. Despite having multiple orgasms that night, I still was ready to pop so easily, and I could feel that this was going to be biggest one yet.

"Go ahead then, pup. Cum for me, don't hold back anything."

I moaned long and loud to let him know I'd heard him. He switched to quicker and smaller thrusts that caught my breath and sent me over the edge. The first spurt shot out the gap between his fingers, painting my stomach with my own semen, while the remaining shots were caught by his hand and used as lube to tease my head. I was gasping heavy for each breath of air, quivering from the intense stimulation.

Brady growled from above me, and with a final push, a heavy rope of cum was deposited inside me, with much more to follow. His orgasm didn't last as long as mine, but he spent much more than I could ever hope producing. I felt the hot jizz fill me up so nicely. My favorite feeling.

"Good girl." Brady said softly to me, his non-sticky hand kneading the inside of my ear. He kept everything up to his swelled knot inside me, not yet caring to pull out as we both slowly came down from our climaxes. I'd only dared a few times to take his knot as well. That usually left me sore for a few days afterward, so I was glad he'd spared me from that experience on our first time fucking in several months.

"Thank you..." I said, still a bit dazed from the whole affair.

"Seems like you enjoyed yourself. Glad I still have that effect on you."

"You have no idea."

"Maybe I do."

He pulled himself out gently and picked us both up to wash off in the bathroom. Everything he did reminded me just how perfect this moment was: carrying me to be cleaned off, standing directly behind me close enough to touch his chest to my back, helping clean me off and accepting the same favor in return.

"When did you start preferring good girl?" he asked when we were back in my bed, both of us wrapped in each other's arms, necessary with how small my mattress was for the larger wolf.

"It's been teasing my brain for a while now I think, but I never announced it even to myself until tonight. It felt right, saying it aloud. It's not, like, a dysmorphia thing. More like a relationship preference I want with you--or whoever I'm with, I guess."

"Whoever you're with? Am I not enough for you?" I was left stammering at that accusation, but he laughed it off, "I'm just messing with you, I know what you mean Dip. So you just wanna feel girly?"

"Yeah. I think so... I like who I am plenty, I just prefer to act a bit more feminine."

"Fair enough."

We didn't talk after that for a bit, just holding one another in the silence, and I didn't want to bring up the other thing that had been said during our fucking, but I really wanted to know what he thought about it.

I love you.

He hadn't balked at it when I had yelled it out. He even leaned into it, making me repeat myself, but he didn't choose to respond to it, and he didn't bring it up now. I guess it was up to me, then. I'd mustered up the courage to moan out the words when his dick was several inches up my ass, I should fucking be able to find the courage to say the words now.

"I do love you, Brady. I want you to know that." I forced myself to stare into his eyes as I trudged on, "I haven't forgotten about you. I haven't gotten over you. I don't know if you really do feel the same, but I hope that, if you know how I really feel after tonight, you'll figure out if we're something more or not--because I can't keep doing this anymore if you don't share the same feelings. I can't."

For once, Brady was on the back foot, not daring to look me in the eyes. It was quite the sight, seeing a hulking stud of a wolf cowering to a small, scrawny coyote.

Jumbled thoughts spewed out of his mouth, "I'm not sure Dip. I know that I've been an ass to you. I know that I've hurt you. But I didn't want... I didn't want to lead you on that there was something where I thought was nothing." He rubbing against his paw pads and picking at his dulled claws. I'd never seen him fidget before. "Tonight was different. There was a--a spark, like, a warmth when I touched you. Then, I think I felt jealous, seeing you with my friends tonight. I'm not sure what that means yet, though. I'm fucking confused right now--I just need time to think."

"Hey, look at me. It's okay. I don't need an answer right now. I'm not trying to force you into anything you don't want. I just want you to know how I feel, about how serious I am about our relationship--and that I need you to be equally serious if it's going to continue any further."

"Yeah, I getcha."

We let each other's comforting touch fill in the silence for a bit. I could tell there was a lot on the wolf's mind; his brow furrowed whenever he hyper focused on something. I thought it funny that I knew stuff like that about him. We'd never made it past the stage of friends with benefits, so to speak, but when I recalled all we'd been through together, it all seemed to come together as so much more--small pieces of a puzzle that, when pieced together, showed the truth.

With my head against his chest, I listened to the beat of his heart. Strong and steady, it spoke true. I'd been lulled many times to sleep by the thump, thump, thump of blood pumping throughout his body, of air whooshing in and out of his lungs.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The repetitive noise, the warmth of another body against mine, the assurance that I was wanted and loved. All combined to lift the stress off my shoulders, to buffer my mind from the what ifs.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

I wanted to enjoy the night a bit more with him, but my eyelids grew heavy, my breathing quietened, and my head lolled against the furred body I was snuggled against.

Thump... Thump...... Thump.........

"Urgh--owww..."

I felt like death when I awoke the following morning.

Okay, not really. But I was definitely feeling some type of miserable. I could've mistaken my last night's events for a boxing match where I got my ass handed to me. I cracked open each eyelid slowly, careful not to move anything too abruptly. Thankfully I had nowhere to be. A Sunday spent in bed would do me some good.

"Fuck me..." I groaned under my breath. But that's exactly what'd gotten me here in the first place. Getting fucked by several of Brady's friends until I was a literal mess on the inside and outside. It'd been an amazing experience, though. And the topping on the cake--seeing Brady once again, his muscles wrapping around me like thick branches, my heart tangled up in his roots...

"...Brady?" I poked my head up to look at the other side of the bed, then around the rest of my room, suddenly aware that I'd fallen asleep in his arms. I certainly hadn't woken up in his arms, so where was he?

I kept my cool, not rushing to any conclusions. He's still here. He didn't vanish. I hope.

I slid my bruised body out from under the covers, wincing at each new pain that I discovered, but I wasn't as concerned about that now. "Brady? Hello?"

Not in the bathroom. I check the living room and kitchen. Nothing. Now I felt the panic in my throat rise, boiling hot and suffocating.

"Don't worry, Dip--come on, there's gotta be a reason..."

"Please, let there be a reason."

"Please..."

There was a reason tugging and jerking at my thoughts. I couldn't swat it away. It only grew and grew, until I couldn't reason with myself any longer. I dropped on my couch, curling my knees up into my chest.

What else could it be? What had it always been?

"Just a fuckin' ABC..."