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Movie Night - Blake, Peter, and Milo

The sounds of the TV flared a little louder as the movie's title screen flared past, causing the three figures sitting on the couch before it to glance up in interest. The leftmost figure was a sandy-colored and relatively tall fox named Blake, the one in the middle small, chocolate-colored, and named Milo, and the rightmost and third - propping up the side of his head with a hand - was orange and named Peter.

The sun was still somewhat present outside, but it was getting late, and they all knew that it wouldn't be long before it was gone altogether, and they were left alone with nothing but the light of the TV and each other to keep them company.

"I think I've seen this movie before."

Milo looked over his shoulder at Blake, pausing only to screw the lid back on the whiskey bottle that he had just poured himself a glass from and to pass it to the side for Peter to have his turn. He was nestled back comfortably in the couch, and thanks to the two foxes sitting close by his side, he didn't think that he could possibly any more at home. "Aww, but you know I hate watching movies that one of us has watched before."

The sandy-furred fox shook his head, and propped up one of the pillows to his side to make himself more comfortable. He was still dressed in his jeans and white going-out shirt, unlike Milo's own grey jumper and sweatpants, but the little fox could tell that Blake was just as dedicated to relaxing as he was. "No, it's okay. Even if I remember something, we get to watch it with Peter, and that's fun in itself."

There was the noise of a closing lid to their side, and the little fox turned his head in the opposite direction to see Peter finish pouring as well before glancing over with a smile. Peter too was dressed in jeans and a black shirt, but - with the help of a little alcohol - the orange-furred vulpine was just as relaxed as the other two sitting on the couch with him. "That's definitely true. I for one am looking forward to the evening, no matter what movie we watch."

Milo smiled and nodded, deciding that he was happy enough to not complain any further. The movie - which was beginning to introduce its characters now - was something generic and superhero related, and thus not that exciting, but what mattered more was that they were able to experience it together.

Time went on and the whiskey bottle went around and around in circles, eventually getting emptier and emptier until there was barely anything left at all and Blake poured himself one last glass. The tall, sandy-furred fox swirled the yellow liquid around with the ice cubes in his cup, idly watching on as the movie progressed - now some good twenty minutes in.

At this Milo knew that there was nothing left to drink, and as such the little fox let out a content sigh and leaned back in the sofa, casually stretching out his arms to either side. Finally time to relax and enjoy the movie.

He left his fingers sitting where they had landed for a good few seconds, appreciating having contact with Blake and Peter as he watched, before realizing with a jolt of horror that the warm roundness he was feeling in both of his palms happened to come from both of the foxes' respective bulges. Oh my god. I didn't realize.

The little fox jerked his hands back with a jolt of the heart, smiling a sheepish smile as he did so. It wasn't like he had disliked the sensation and the idea that he had touched them - much to the contrary - but he was more worried that they would think that he had been making an advance, when he had in truth just been relaxing.

No sooner had the little chocolate-colored fox withdrawn his paw, however, than there was a shift on either side of him, and both of the male foxes turned their heads inwards to look at the little fox with smirks that made him squirm and tension build between his legs out of nowhere. The movie suddenly appeared to be utterly uninteresting to the two male foxes - at no particular loss to Milo - and they seemed to have their minds on only one target now.

Blake merely looked smug, but Peter's expression was twisted at the edges with a light smile, and showed that he found this a lot more funny than he had any right to. "Found what you were looking for?"

The little fox blushed hard, and made himself as small as possible out of embarrassment, not quite sure what to say. "No, I... was just an accident." He laughed awkwardly.

The two larger vulpines clearly weren't going to let this go, however. Not that easy. Blake reached over as Milo tried to hold his paws close to his own lap, took his rightmost one, and placed it directly over the center of his jeans so that Milo's fingers fell in a perfect cup around the bulge there. "No need to stop."

Seeming emboldened by the actions of the other top fox on the opposite side of the little chocolate vulpine sandwiched between them, Peter did the same thing - grabbing Milo's hand and bringing it back to the center of his own lap before moving it around on the denim slightly as if encouraging the little chocolate-colored fox to get a good feel.

The air in the space had changed very quickly from relaxed and carefree to pent-up, aroused, and predatory. Before long Milo could feel both a blush burning in his cheeks and the bulges of the canines that he was being persuaded to fondle growing firmer and larger. He was forced to swallow down an increasingly excited huff as the owners of said bulges smirked in at him with teasing expressions. Both looked voracious in contrast to their usually calm and gentlemanly demeanor, and he could feel the tension rapidly rising in his own boxes at the sheer vulnerability of it all.

The little fox gulped, meeting first Blake's suave gaze and then Peter's with equal, increasingly aroused discomfort. They look as if they know exactly what they want to do with me. He supposed that the alcohol had made them a little... looser than usual, and he could feel it messing with his own brain too.

Slowly, seductively, Blake removed his paw from Milo's own - not that the fox could have brought himself to reach away from either of the addictively satisfying bulges in his palms even if he had wanted to - and reached down to his waist to matter-of-factly unzip his jeans. Milo's eyes grew wide at the sight of Blake's length pushing up against the fabric of his dark boxes, but then that cloth came next, and the sandy-furred fox's pinkish, fully-swollen member emerged from the cloth with a pulse of needy warmth to fit into the spread reach of Milo's palm almost instantly.

Before Milo could even begin to compute what Blake was clearly implying he should do, however, let alone beginning to stroke the length, the sandy-colored fox leaned in, and whispered breathily into his ear. ""Want to scoot down a bit for better access, cutie?"

Milo's neck tingled with exciting, arousing energy as he huffed for a moment at the hurricane of feelings that Blake's words had inspired in him. For a long moment, the hormonal, slightly drunk, and instinctual part of his brain fought with the ration part as his eyes idly stared at the movie in front of them, but then - with a suddenness that almost made him jolt - the last bastion of his reservation gave into absolute horny abandon.

Milo did exactly as he had been asked - leaning off of the couch onto the wood of the floor as Peter and Blake watched with smirking satisfaction, before kneeling down and turning about back to face the sandy-furred fox with a sassy raise of his hips and flick of his tail that betrayed just how much his submissive instincts were in action.

Blake looked down dominantly as the chocolate-colored and hoodie-wearing little fox kneeling before him approached slowly, eyes locked onto his still-exposed and needy member. By the time that Milo was once more within touching distance, the sandy-furred fox's impatience flared up playfully, and he reached over to lightly stroke and pull on the fur at the back of Milo's neck as if encouraging him to close the last distance. "Give it a taste."

Peter watched on, unable to keep a wicked, horny smile from spreading across his face as Milo smiled up and extended his tongue, teasing in the air for a moment before Blake gave a light growl and pulled a little more before ending it in a little huff as the fox's palate touched his tip. Milo lapped away at Blake's tip for a moment before lowering his head and allowing the vulpine's entire length to ease between his lips. The sandy-colored fox shifted in his seat at the sensation of warmth and wetness around him, clinking the ice in his glass, and letting out a light moan. "Mmh."

The blowjob didn't last long, however, as it wasn't half a minute before Milo opened his little canine-toothed mouth and replaced his tongue with his paw, not wanting to get Blake too close yet. Peter, however, was finally pent up enough to overcome the last of his own inhibitions as well, and took this opportunity to reach over and join in on the rubbing of the fur on the chocolate vulpine's neck as if he were comfortingly stroking a pet.

This caused Milo to look up with his wide, adorable eyes as the larger vulpine growled a little and shifted closer to the little kneeling fox before him so that he was where Milo had been sitting earlier. "While you're at it..."

The orange-furred fox reached down to his jeans and slowly unzipped them. The sight of Peter's bulge within his white boxers was enough to make the little fox watching heat up inside, but that was nothing compared to when the vulpine reached down once more - smiling wider than ever - and pulled down the band to allow their contents to spring free.

Milo couldn't help but blush even harder at the sight of Peter's fully aroused length appearing just a few inches away from his face. So big. It was indeed large and handsome, and if its rock-hard appearance was any clue, the length's owner was very eager to see it receive attention.

Although he was still using his paw on Blake to great effect, making the sandy-furred fox rock his hips ever so slightly in enjoyment, the little vulpine could smell Peter's clean, handsome scent mingling with his evident arousal, and he licked his furry lips at the thought of getting to sample it.

The orange-furred vulpine grinned even wider at how strongly Milo's eyes were fixed on his length, and even chuckled a little at the sight of how needy and submissive the little hoodie-clad fox was shaping up to be in this situation. "Go ahead. All yours."

Even though he was partially ashamed at how much he was melting inside from the oozing dominance of both the foxes that had exposed their members to him for servicing, Milo couldn't resist any longer, and thus moved his muzzle in towards Peter's lap with a nervous but aroused glance up at the smirking orange-furred fox.

Although he had seemed incredibly prepared for it, Peter was particularly verbal when his length was greeted by the warm eager opening, huffing in satisfaction as Milo's tongue darted out to his balls and the base of his length before giving a light, masculine moan as the little fox's lips sealed over his sensitive head. The orange fox thrusted up a little in his seat to work his length deeper and deeper until the tip slid into Milo's throat, and gripped firmly at the back of the chocolate-colored vulpine's neck fur. "Oh... that feels so good..."

Milo merely scooted closer on his knees and continued to ensure that both larger foxes were feeling as good as possible - stroking energetically up and down on Blake's length with his paw, and lapping up Peter's unique taste with his muzzle. He wrapped his tongue around the larger vulpine's tip occasionally to give it extra stimulation, but then he allowed Peter's grip to pull him in, and bobbed his head so that it worked in and out of his throat once more.

By the time that Milo let the orange-furred fox's member slip from his lips to begin sucking on Blake's once more, Peter was shivering a little from the pleasure, and seemed as if he had been a good part of the way towards finishing.

Just as the chocolate fox allowed Blake to grab his head and push his length in and reached over to use his paw on Peter once more, however, he found that the other vulpine's length was simply not there anymore. He didn't know what Peter planned, but he didn't exactly have time to think about it either, thanks to the massive fox length slurping in and out of his lips and the gripping hand of the fox it was attached to. "Ohh... good little girl..."

An unexpected voice came from just behind Milo's bobbing ear. "Would the good little girl mind raising her tail for a big male fox?"

Milo jolted a little and tried to look behind himself as best as he could while continuing his enthusiastic blowjob. Peter, of course. The orange-furred fox was moving around his side, all while unbuckling his pants fully in the process. He hadn't even noticed that Peter had gotten off of the couch, but now he couldn't take his mind off of the neck-tickling sensation of the dominant orange-colored male coming in from behind him.

Peter watched the little fox attend to Blake's length with much smirking satisfaction, before eventually glancing down to ogle Milo's still sweatpants-covered rear and lightly swaying tail with aroused intent. Hasty like a fox on a mission, the larger fox reached up to Milo's waistband and began to pull the garment down. Milo spread his legs slightly to allow the bottom half of his clothes to slip off, and in the process, the little fox's equally little but still fully erect member slid out of his pants. Sensitive with the little fox's arousal, the length fell to droop between his white and chocolate-furred legs easily to complete his exposure.

Milo shivered as Peter pulled the pants down to his ankles, and he could feel the room-temperature air of the space on his taint and up beneath his tail. It was a crazy sensation to have his entire hindquarters vulnerable to a canine who so clearly set on having his way. I can't believe it. They're going to use me from both ends. This tingling increased tenfold when Peter's gentle paws reached downwards and began softly stroking at his chocolate-furred hips - a gesture that made him all the more aware of the fully exposed, spit-slicked, and rock-hard length between the legs of the vulpine shuffling in behind him.

Almost too busy with bobbing his head up and down the sighing and moaning Blake's length to use his brain, Milo chose this moment to finally comply with Peter's earlier request, and hiked his tail as high as he could make it go. It was a daunting deed for him to expose his entrance for a fox so recklessly aroused as one the two on either side of him, but he did it anyways. A shiver ran down his spine as he signaled in a language without words that he was prepared to be taken however Peter liked.

The orange fox smirked at the submissive sight. "Good fox. Now to scratch a little itch of mine."

Peter's grip on his hips turned solid, the warmth of his hips moved yet closer, and it wasn't long before the precum-moistened tip of his length jutted right up beneath Milo's tail to kiss the little fox's sensitive opening.

Milo paused in his head-bobbing momentarily to moan out load at the first try at penetration, but it wasn't long before Peter breathed in and pushed forward to make the 'try' into a success, and he felt inch after inch of slick canine skin ease inside him, with Peter's tip leading the way for the shaft of his eager, exploring member. The sensation was incredible, having such a big, manly fox push into him from behind, but he couldn't help but quiver at the thought of what was yet to come.

Blake watched the orange-colored fox hilt under Milo's tail with a smile, snapping out of his lusty hypnosis for a slight minute to exhibit genuine interest and kindness to both of the other foxes in front of him. "Feel good?"

Milo whimpered as Peter continued to stroke at his hips and huff, feeling stretched, dominated, and a wild overload of pleasure from the orange fox's tip against his sensitive prostate. "Y... yes... so good."

Clearly unable to hold his lust back any longer, the orange fox inside him gave a huff, rotating his hips and shifting his hands on Milo's hips as he tested out how deep he could go several times. The pushes made Milo shudder as Peter's hips patted against his rear and his furry balls touched against the little fox's own, but it wasn't long before the dominant vulpine gripped harder and slowly began mating the little fox for real.

Although his length was large, it slid in and out beneath Milo's tail with ease, and Peter could do little more than bite his lip and appreciate the clenching and shudders of the little fox that he was taking from behind semi-roughly. "So tight... best ever."

The slurping of Blake's length only continued, as did the huffing and rusting of mating as Milo kept his tail up, his hips bent, and his back arched to receive Peter's thrusts. The orange fox's pushes were gentle at first, serving only to prod deep inside Milo and give the little fox explosions of pleasure to remind him that he was currently spitroasted between two slightly drunk but very, very handsome foxes who seemed to be enjoying the time of their lives having their way with him.

Eventually Peter's thrusts grew forceful enough and his gripping of Milo's hips grew hard enough that Blake had to move forward to ensure that his length stayed inside the little fox's muzzle by pushing it deeper inside. The change in position took Milo by surprise, but he could only remain still as Blake's tip slid along his tongue and up into his throat. The little fox was in his own world of pleasure, feeling Peter's thick fox length shove right against all the right spots as the orange fox mated him like a female, and Blake's grip getting harder and more dominant by the minute as he remained deep enough in the little fox's muzzle that Milo's tongue occasionally touched on his base and balls.

Peter hesitated for a moment in his regular thrusting under Milo's tail before giving a little noise of pleasure and exertion and leaning down over the little chocolate-colored fox's back to hook his arms around Milo's hips properly. This new position had him basically mounted on the little fox's back, and awarded a new style of thrusting - harder and faster than ever before, and powered forward by the rapid gyration of his hips.

Milo whimpered momentarily around the girth of the length in his mouth at this second change, closing his eyes and leaning back against the orange fox's eager pushes into his depths. The desperate whimpering around his length made Blake moan, and the sandy-furred fox leaned back further - whiskey glass still in hand, and eyes closed in pleasure. "Mhh... don't stop... Play with your tongue... I'm close."

The orange-furred fox huffed in response to Blake's warning, breathing hard against Milo's neck as he pulled on the little vulpine's hips again and again at the same time as pushing forward, and getting more frantic and rough with his thrusting with every moment. "Me too... Ah. So tight."

The panting and light moaning of the two males penetrating him from either end grew to a breaking point, and although he couldn't speak for the canine length between his lips, Milo too was close to coming, feeling the tip of his exposed and utterly ignored length stiffen with pressure from the pleasure that Peter was giving him through his dominant, firm mating.

Then, with a push of Blake's crotch fur against his nose, it all started to happen. The little fox knew with only a split second's notice that the sandy fox was about to orgasm before his length started throbbing, and he let out a final, deep moan.

The first few shots of the sandy-furred fox's cum went straight down his throat, before the next few coated his tongue, and a violent thrust from Peter made Milo moan so loud that Blake's member slipped out of his mouth altogether. The length stiffened in its final throes of orgasm, and continued to paint the little fox's chocolate-colored muzzle with streaks of white as Milo swallowed and continued to whimper.

Peter thrusted into Milo's tightness one last time - biting his lip at how good the wet, warm hole felt around his length, pressing his hips against the little fox's tiny, soft rear, and finally coming harder than he could remember for a long while. The first jet of the orange fox's sperm against his prostate was all the Milo needed to finally push him over the edge, and thus, as Peter filled him up from behind, the little fox yelped loud and let out his own pent-up load onto the wooden floor.

Letting out a long whimper, Milo shut his eyes and kneeled there with one fox penis resting on his snout, another erupting deep inside him, and a third, smaller one between his legs bobbing and shuddering with every shot of essence that travelled through it.

It took a long while for the trio to finally stop rocking their hips, although Milo had little choice about it thanks to the fact that he was pinned directly between the two orgasming foxes on either side of him. Blake merely leant back on the couch with his arms outspread and allowed the spurts dripping out onto Milo's muzzle to dwindle to nothing, and eventually Peter stopped his light, post-orgasm humping to lean back and slowly pull out of Milo with a huff and yet another whimper from the little fox.

The orange-furred fox took in a few deep breaths before glancing down at what he had left behind and admiring just how messy he'd made the area under the little fox's tail. Blake smiled too and slouched back exhaustedly on the couch as Milo shook a little and panted from the withdrawal, appreciating the mural of sorts that his own essence had painted upon the little fox's chocolate-colored muzzle.

For a moment they just lay about and recovered their breaths after their exhaustion, and even Milo eventually got off of his knees, lowered his tail, and sat down properly. The lounge room was filled with the smell of horny fox, and the movie had progressed on to some battle scene that they hadn't watched enough to understand, but none of them were particularly interested in anything except their own afterglow.

Before long had passed, however, and before Milo could gather his thoughts any further than to fantasize about how damn hot what had just happened had been, there was a little shuffle from where Peter had slumped over on his side on the planks of the floor, and the orange-furred fox beckoned over to the little vulpine in front of him. "Come have a seat."

At first the little fox was confused as to what he meant, but then Peter shifted his hips and propped himself up by his elbows, and he was treated to the sight of the orange-furred fox's length jutting up from his white belly fur and now fully-exposed legs - fully ready for action, and not at all betraying the fact that it had just finished less than a few minutes ago.

Milo gulped. "Round two already?"

Peter nodded and smiled. "What kind of dom fox would I be if I couldn't? Besides..." He inclined his chin slightly and glanced down to Milo's own length. "You clearly are just as ready to go again as I am."

The little fox blushed, and subconsciously covered the little crimson erection. He's right. The thought was a little unexpected, but Milo was too exhausted from being roughly mated to find the energy to think it over more, and thus he slowly began to crawl over to Peter. The orange-furred fox grinned as the little fox got near to his laying form, and after a slight lift of the leg, Milo found himself straddling.

The feeling of Peter's fur up against his rear and legs was pleasurable enough, as was the light tickle of his crimson canine length in the orange fox's white chest fur, but all the little fox could concentrate upon was the presence of the thick member that was resting upon his lower back.

Peter's hands gripped at his hips, stroking the fur there and squeezing the lean muscles slightly, and his muzzle smiled up encouragingly. "You already did so good, so why don't you take a little control this time, hmm?

Milo nodded, too excited and frazzled to say anything at all. Slowly, unsurely, he raised his hips a little, raised his tail just enough or just as much as he could, and moved back slowly so that the tip of Peter's length fell directly underneath him. More caring strokes from the orange fox's hand reassured him, and eventually he looked the tod straight in the face and lowered himself down slightly.

His entrance was already well-accommodated to having a fox length inside it from the rough mating that Milo had just endured before, and as such, the little fox was able to allow himself to sit down a bit as soon as Peter's tip touched his entrance, stiffening and letting out a little whine as he felt the length slip inside.

Peter's grip tightened as he let out a little growling hmm at the penetration, feeling his tip being once more surrounded by wetness, tightness, and warmness as the little fox on top of him slowly lowered his weight until he was completely sitting in the orange fox's lap with his length gully inside.

Milo shook at the completion of insertion, reaching out to support himself by touching Peter's shoulders, and breathing a little heavy. Sure, he'd just been spitroasted and filled from both ends, but there was something different about being in a position like this that made it all the more exciting and intense to have a fox's length inside him.

Eventually he couldn't hold it back anymore, and raised his hips slightly before letting them drop almost immediately. This first stroke caused Peter to grin in appreciation. "That's it. Ride me."

The little fox did as he was told, raising his tail and rocking his hips at the perfect angle so that Peter's length slipped in and out of him and its head ranged as deep as he thought possible. Before long he was riding properly, occasionally tossing his head back from pleasure and the intensity of what was happening, but only riding faster and firmer - addicted to feeling Peter's member inside him.

This continued for some huffing, tense time, filling the room with even more mating scent, and bringing a deep smile to the face of Blake, who was still watching from the couch. He had the perfect view from here, and was able to see both Milo's hips lifting up and down and Peter's length going deep hard and fast with complete clarity. The sound and sight of their mating was more than enough to bring his energy back to him again, and a deep stir that caused his own member to stiffen once more.

The orange-furred vulpine laid back momentarily with a sigh as he took in the sensations of being inside Milo once more, but although it was clear that Peter was feeling pleasure, it was Milo who was already in the danger zone. Every time he went up and down it drove Peter's tip against his most sensitive buttons, and the light fur rubbing against his own length as it climbed in the orange fox's chest fur wasn't helping the matter at all.

Before long Peter started answering these bobbing pushes with upwards thrusts of his own - tenting his legs and pelvis on the ground to help slide his length in and out at speed. Eventually Milo more or less froze between his own riding strokes, stiffening his back and feeling Peter use him beneath his tail with little moans and whimpers of pleasure. He's going to make me finish before he even does.

He could feel the tip of Peter's length reaching deep inside of him, and he could use his hips and arms to control the angles that it hit and the pleasure of the fox beneath him. Peter himself just seemed to be enjoying the sensations for the most part, leaning back on the floor and looking up with satisfaction and a suave lack of concern in his eyes as he was ridden actively and lightly thrusted up under Milo's tail.

Although Milo was enjoying raising his hips and tail up and down on the orange-furred fox's length, he couldn't help but look over his shoulder after he heard the creak of someone standing up from the couch to see Blake approaching the seated pair from behind, idly stroking at his still-erect length, and watching the mating taking place before him with hungry interest. The sandy fox looked very much as though he had gotten his energy back, and his length was as hard and needy as ever. "Any chance I can slide in as well?"

Still groaning a little from the pleasure of the riding, Peter smiled up past Milo's shoulder and nodded. "You're welcome to try."

Milo huffed and continued looking over his shoulder as he kept riding and Blake got down on his knees behind them - moving in slowly until he was nearly sitting on Peter's knees right behind where the little fox was bobbing up and down. Finally in position, Blake looked down and stroked at Milo's side as he took Peter's length before eventually huffing a little out of impatience as the little fox's chocolate-colored tail brushed up against his chest and obscured his view. "Tail's in the way."

Peter reached down, semi-gently grabbed ahold of the base of Milo's tail, and lifted it up to expose the little fox's entrance with a matter-of-fact attitude that made Milo feel perhaps more exposed and vulnerable to the dominant male behind him than he had ever felt before. "Gotcha."

The sandy-colored fox shuffled forward and hooked his arms around Milo's midriff so that he was effectively mounted onto the little vulpine from behind. "Thanks."

Reaching down, Blake was finally able to put the point of his length up underneath Milo's tail and against his already filled entrance as Peter idly worked his own in and out at a casual pace. Milo gulped at the sensation of a second tip attempting to gain access, but closed his eyes and scrunched his muzzle rather than tensing up, determine to make it happen. I should have drunk a little more before trying this.

The chocolate-colored vulpine whimpered as Blake rotated his hips forward and his tip began to slowly pry its way in, but that first sensation was nothing compared to when the sandy-furred fox pushed forward for real and the head of his length pushed in altogether.

For a long moment the two larger foxes simply sandwiched Milo with a gentle embrace as he rode out his huffing and shaking from the penetration, both stroking at his hips and side with compassion even as they jiggled their hips a little to test out the tightness beneath the little fox's tail.

Blake left a little kiss on the back of Milo's neck, and then pulled up his tail just a little to watch the action taking place. "All good, little fox?"

Milo glanced back over his shoulder with another whimper, almost utterly unable to move thanks to the sensations of both his tail being pulled up and two thick canine lengths shifting slightly inside him. "You're both so big..."

The orange fox he was riding smiled up at him, looking genuinely compassionate despite the hunger and need in his eyes. "As long as it doesn't hurt."

Now that they had ascertained that Milo was capable of handling what they were doing, the two larger foxes huffed, shuffled forward just a little, and set to enjoying the little fox's exposure to them and tight insides in earnest. Milo leaned forward and let out a shocked gasp as Blake gave his first rough thrust of the hips, and then started to whine as Peter followed it up with a light groan and a satisfied grin. Having two fox lengths inside him at once was like having both the pleasure of a thrust in and a thrust out wracking him at the same time, and from how much time the two canines under his tail were taking in using him, it didn't seem like the ride would be over soon.

Rocking their hips in sync and finally getting into a rhythm, Peter and Blake gave every bit of energy in their bodies to mating the little fox between them, causing Milo to whimper and huff as he was taken by not one but two masculine canines. Aside from his desperate, submissive noises, there was a wide range of other sounds in the air, including the rustling of fur, the slight wet sound of their lengths working in and out of Milo's entrance, and the huffing of Blake and Peter's breaths as they focused solely on the dominant act they were performing together.

Peter eventually fell to a slower, more steady pace, rocking Milo's body up and down his thick length as if favoring the force behind his thrusts rather than the speed. Blake, however, gripped the little fox's hips as hard as he could, leant in to nip and breathe in the fur at the back of his neck, and rocked his hindquarters as rapidly as he could, making sure that Milo knew how good this felt for him. "So tight... You're doing so well."

Peter moaned at the friction that Blake's rapid thrusts were applying to the underside of his own length, as well as the sheer tightness and wetness of being beneath Milo's tail. "Yeah, good fox... You feel amazing."

In another world of pleasure and submission as Blake hammered on and Peter refused to let up with his firm pushes that kept him feeling filled constantly and nudged right up against his prostate, Milo could do little more but raise his hips and take the mating he was being subjected to as Blake continued to pull up his tail so that both foxes could penetrate him with ease. "I... ah..." Hardly able to finish even a single world thanks to the overwhelming sensations of being sandwiched, Milo whined loudly before trying to push out what he desperately needed to say. "I'm... gonna..."

Peter smiled hungrily, reaching up to move their fur a bit so that Milo's dark red and fully aroused length was visible resting on the soft surface of his chest - swelling, bobbing with each thrust, and very much looking like it was just about to erupt. "That's it. Show us how good it feels."

Having the orange fox expose and watch his length was exciting enough, but it was Blake's actions that truly drove him to the edge. "Let it all out, little fox." The sandy-furred fox huffed at this, before leaning in even further than before as he continued his rough thrusts, opening his canine maw, and latching onto Milo's scruff in a dominant mating bite the caused the little fox to shudder hard.

The second that the bite set in, everything engulfed him all at once. The two masculine bodies on top of and beneath him, the scent of their canine arousal, the two lengths using him for their pleasure, and - of course - Blake's dominant claim on his shoulder. He could feel pressure welling with him, and he knew he couldn't hold it for another second.

Milo could feel another hard pulse of fox cum shoot up through his exposed blood-red member as he yelped aloud in almost girl-like orgasm for the second time that night - staining the fur of Peter's chest. The orange-furred fox grunted and pushed in deeper than ever before as he too erupted hard, pulling Milo down hard against the base of his length, and huffing into the little fox's neck. Blake took a little longer to reach orgasm, but eventually he bit into Milo's scruff even harder, arched his hips, and sent his final thrust up beneath Milo's raised tail with a moan.

Milo could feel both of the foxes inside him quivering and jolting like mad, and the sensation kept him sensitive and whimpering for long after his orgasm own had stopped. The bases of both fox lengths were surging with the last of their ejaculation, and all he could hear was the blood in his ears and the panting of the foxes sandwiching him.

Silence reigned supreme as they came to a panting halt for the second time that evening, but this time there was no doubting that they were all much, much too tired and spent to continue on. The little fox himself was far to disorientated to pay attention to much of anything, and this ended up being of great use to him, as he didn't have time to tense up or struggle when both foxes sandwiching him decided to grip his hips and pull back slightly so that their spent, gradually shrinking lengths slipped out from underneath his tail at the same time.

Milo hunkered down in Peter's chest fur, closed his eyes hard, and whimpered at the sudden wet emptiness, but it wasn't long before the orange-furred canine rolled to the side slightly, and Milo was rotated to be on his flank with Peter in front of him and Blake looping his arms around from behind to hold and stroke him consolingly as if to tell him that he had done well.

Lowering his head into the stacked hug that they now found themselves in, Peter gave a little yawn, and glanced over his shoulder. "So much for the movie, then."

Milo finally recovered his powers of speech and thought enough to smile at this, despite the fact that he was still wracked by the satisfying aches and twinges of having been taken so roughly and so many times. "This was better anyways."

The trio all laughed a little, and simply laid there as if paralyzed by their sheer lack of energy. The little fox in the middle of the two masculine foxes wrapping their arms around him could still feel the mess that Blake and Peter had made on his snout and - most of all - beneath his tail, but that didn't bother him at all as he cozied up between them and closed his eyes.

Blake and Peter followed suit, and all three were fast asleep in each other's fur by the time that the credits began to roll - tired, satisfied, and very, very messy.