Chapter 6 - Tumbling From Apotheosis
#6 of Mere Trifles
Hello all, and thank you for checking out my 6th chapter of the Mere Trifles storyline. This installment shows us the effects of Jake's scheming on all the relationships in the story as well the pressure in everyone's minds building up.
This story contains sex between two or more male anthropomorphic animals. If such a thing does not appeal to you, what are you doing here in the first place? If you are offended or too young to be viewing this material, turn back now or don't get caught. Everyone else, enjoy.
Mere Trifles - Chapter 6 Tumbling From Apotheosis
The next several nights went the same as the rest of the previous ones. Jake spent most of the night torturing his lion roommate. Brandon remained asleep, for the most part. His cock was up the whole night. When Friday night rolled around, Jake was too tired to continue. The feline's frustration must have been building, for in the middle of the night that night, Brandon screamed out in his sleep.
"Oh yeah, ride my cock you slutty bitch!"
Jake shot awake at the noise, grinning to himself once his foggy brain made sense of what he had heard. "Soon enough lion, soon enough."
The fox settled back down into bed, ignoring his suddenly aching erection for the solace of sleep. Brandon was almost ready to fall, and the sly vulpine was ready for him. Not only would this win the bet between him and his step-brother Ryan, but he had a substantial desire for the maned feline as well.
Morning came and found all members of the apartment in a somewhat less than amiable state. Brandon was experiencing his usual uncontrollable horniness from the night before. Jake was actually feeling somewhat the same, for it had been a few days since he and been relieved. From the other side of their abode, they could hear two canines growling. It certainly wasn't the same kind of growling that usually came from that room. This was angry growling, full of seething resentment. It was pretty clear that something was happening between the two faithful lovers, something that had been building since the early hours of the morning.
Suddenly the door to the dogs' room burst open and Timothy could be seen storming out of the room, huffing and growling before stalking out of the door, slamming it shut behind his muscular frame. Soft weeping came but a moment later from the bedroom, Roland sitting on the edge of their bed, head in paws. Tears dripped every so often from between his matted fingers, his sadness evident even without having seen him.
Jake's ears perked when he moved from his bedroom into the kitchen, his brow furrowing slightly as he listened to the poor creature in the other room. While Timothy and Roland weren't part of the bet, Jake had promised his otter step-brother that he would break up the happy couple. Ryan had once been rejected by the large black wolf, and apparently had never gotten over the slight. It pained the fox to have to do this, but family came first, and regrettably, Ryan was family.
Brandon followed his routine, showering and getting dressed in a hurry, then heading out of the dorm room to his day. Jake checked his watch, knowing that Brandon didn't have his first class for well over an hour. He grinned as he imagined that the studly lion was probably off to get some attention for his nightly problem. The cat was clearly sexually frustrated and stressed out beyond belief. If he kept going to his female companions, numerous as they probably were, eventually they would even get sick of dealing with his needs. That would make Brandon have to find other avenues to relieve himself, and Jake would happily take the first place in that line.
The fox had little time to get ready himself. He had lingered far too long at home that morning, and class would wait for no male. He checked himself in his mirror one last time, then bustled out the door, tail flagging quite languidly behind him. After his first two classes were finished, the vulpine had a few hours to kill before his final class of the day. He journeyed to his favorite spot in the center of the quad, to the fragrant little flower garden in the form of a circle. He sat himself upon a bench and just soaked in the sun, feeling the warmth on his fur. A smile slowly spread across his muzzle at the warm feelings spreading through him. A moment later Jake's ears perked and swiveled about. There was a presence next to him, and his eyes popped open to see the grinning face of a young doberman mere inches from his own.
"So, whatcha doing out here beautiful?" the dobie asked.
Jake had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes. Chris was definitely not someone he had wanted to see today. "Just relaxing between classes. What about you? Shouldn't you be on the lunch shift?"
"My shift ended about ten minutes ago. I'm free for another couple hours before my next class." Chris's grin got wider and more seductive. "So... you wanna go somewhere a little private for awhile? I have been aching for you for a couple days."
Flattered, but completely uninterested in being with the young and still somewhat inexperienced dobie again at that time, Jake turned away. "I can't right now Chris, I'm going to have to head out of here soon, got something to do."
The doberman's ears fell back, and he whimpered for a moment before catching himself. "Oh, okay. Well, maybe we could get together sometime this weekend? My father won't be going out of town, but we could find somewhere to go." The hopeful sound in his voice had returned, and his tiny tail stub was wagging back and forth vigorously.
"We'll see. I might have some time to spare for you. Oh, by the way, I know Roland and Timothy had a fight this morning. He might need you to help him through it. It would be a great favor to me." Once again he turned back toward the lovesick puppy, who nodded his agreement. He smiled, knowing that something was up. Jake knew that Roger was going away this weekend, on a mission for the fox.
"I like Roland. I'm sorry to hear that he and Timothy aren't getting along right now. I'll certainly... try to... help... him...ooohhhh."
Jake's paw was now rubbing against the dog's clothed cock rather lewdly. "Thank you Chris. I know that Roland thinks of you as a great friend. You have helped him so much. I'm already quite grateful to you."
The dog's throat issued forth a guttural groan, several ears suddenly perking in their direction, but all they would see is a fox and dog talking quietly to each other. Chris nodded again, trying to keep his tongue from hanging out of his muzzle. "I'm so glad to be able to help both him and you." He panted lightly, his jeans feeling awfully tight. His cock strained against the constricting fabric, wanting to be free and in the fox's paws. "You really don't want to go take care of the little problem you are causing?"
"I really can't right now Chris. I just so love feeling it in my paw though, in front of all these furs who could see and object. Maybe this weekend." With that, the fox let go and stood up, strolling away with his usual finesse, the saunter in his steps making his tail sway back and forth in a suggestive manner. Chris was left to try and hide his throbbing erection, sitting kind of crouched on the bench until he could get away, whimpering in embarrassment.
Jake smiled evilly as he walked away, knowing that Chris was having difficulty leaving. The thought made him giggle maniacally. He so loved torturing the poor young male. It hurt him to do it, to use the dobie to help him get what he wanted, but ultimately it was all just a game. It was a game he would win, and show his little brother what a real pummeling was. He started whistling as he headed off towards his next class, which wasn't for another hour or so. He could just spend the time reading. It was rare that he any free time lately.
Chris walked in the other direction, almost panting from the exertion it took to will his erection away. The doberman's mind was racing, thoughts of the upcoming weekend filling his head. He had lied to Jake about his father being gone. His dad had mumbled something about a meeting he had somewhere else for a couple days. Chris just dismissed what he said, focusing on the not here part the most. His young mind was filled with thoughts of love, romance, and lust. He wanted to impress Jake, maybe then the fox would pay more attention to him. With a rather large grin on his muzzle, the pup went towards his next class with visions of roses, wine, and love-making till dawn.
Across campus in the home he shared with his son, Roger was packing for his trip away this weekend. He had told his son that he had some meeting somewhere. It didn't seem as if the young dog was paying attention. Recently, the old male had noticed that the younger dobie was zoning out a lot more often than before. He figured that Chris might finally be in love, but Chris never mentioned anything about a girl he was seeing. He would let the female stay a secret for now. Briefly, the elder male stopped packing his clothes, his mind wandering to that crafty little fox that had enslaved him with his own sexuality. Anger bubbled up slowly, a low growl on his lips as he bared his teeth. The horrible things the fox had made him do were weighing heavily on him, both shame and rage welling up in his heart.
Classes passed as they usually did, slowly. Though the day felt like it would never end, it finally did, night falling on the campus. The lights across the dorms flickered on one by one, illuminating the college with a haunting glow. The highly decorated room belonging to the vulpine and his cohorts was abuzz with activity. The four were all home at the moment. Roland was in the shower, alone, his usually boisterous singing not being heard at this moment. Instead, the poor dalmatian was sitting down as the water poured over his body, his already soaked fur forming rivulets down to the drain. His arms were wrapped around his knees, his tears moving along the water trails to join the flooding water disappearing in a swirling vortex at his feet.
Timothy was in the two canines' room, sitting on their bed, also crying. The look was odd for the massive male. His midnight black fur shining as it covered his hulking muscular form. Still, he wept, his tears soaking the pillow that he was clutching, the one belonging to his mate. The scent was the only thing keeping him from breaking down completely. The relationship between the two dogs had been strained to say the least. The subby feminine male's student aid had been canceled for an unknown reason. Well, it was unknown to everyone but Jake and Roger. Timothy was a strong wolf, but he was also an independent one. These things combined in the huge lupine to make him despise the weakness that Roland had been showing since he heard the news. Roland, while a somewhat overly flamboyant male, was still solidly strong in his own way. This recent behavior was not something that Timothy was used to seeing or dealing with, and he was feeling bad about his reaction to it.
Brandon was in the room he shared with Jake, pacing back and forth. His massive tail was lashing back and forth, heavy footfalls echoing into the room below them. The male's huge girth flexed as he turned back and forth every five or six feet as the room would allow. The thoughts rolling through his head were disturbing to him. His mind kept wandering back to his roommate, though the thoughts disturbed him because they were somewhat sexual in nature. His needs were being sated by a multitude of females who wanted the gigantic cat. However, he was not feeling quite satisfied by the hot wetness those females had to offer. The lion would imagine himself in bed with one of his favorite females, those images slowly morphing to the red-furred rump of the fox. He could see his barbed member moving in and out of the hot tailhole of the small fur, dominating him and taking what he wanted. He shook his head, trying to dispel the images and the hard-on that they were causing. He spoke quietly yet forcefully to himself. "You love females. You are straight. You are a maned, masculine male. You don't go for lithe little males and their tight asses." He actually slapped himself across the muzzle at that last statement, wondering what on earth made him say such a thing.
Jake, the mastermind behind all the feelings going on in the house, was sitting by himself in the living room, some movie droning on on the TV in front of him. Feelings were battling back and forth inside the intrepid and diabolic little male. On the one paw, he was somewhat proud of himself that his two massive schemes were turning out so well. On the other paw, he was watching the lives of people he almost cared about become difficult and shattered. His mind wandered to his younger step-sibling, the otter who had actually caused all of the drama that was going on in the house. The vulpine's ears were lowered as his thoughts betrayed his heart. His prize for winning the bet with Ryan was something he had desired for years, but the consequences for the actions were starting to weigh on his rarely seen conscience.
At the moment, the aforementioned otter was in his usual position. He was flat on his back, legs spread, grin on his muzzle, and a rather large male straddling his thin thighs forcibly pushing against the river male's body. Ryan was moaning and grunting in pleasure as his body was used for the other male's enjoyment. As suddenly as he had ended up on his back, the otter found his hind legs being lifted up high in the air. The snout that greeted his rump made him gasp and moan even louder. The owner of the talented tongue was a buck that Ryan was more than acquainted with. This particular deer was an ex-boyfriend of his that he loved to get together with. He had no feelings for the other male anymore, but he knew that the horned male definitely had feelings for him. He used this to his advantage when males were not coming around that often.
Ryan's back arched as the pleasure of the slithering appendage moved over him. The buck had always been good with rimjobs, and he would take full advantage of that fact. The deer's tongue moved over and into the otter's body, a pleased sound coming from the more dominant male as he tasted the tail of the male he had missed for so long. It had been weeks since Ryan had called him, and he was hoping that tonight would be the night that he could win the sleek male back. He was going to put all the effort possible into pleasing his former lover and get him back. His fingers danced delicately over the river otter's sac and sheath, a happy noise issuing from both as the buck stroked the emerging length tenderly.
Ryan was grinding his ass against the deer's face, moaning and panting, desiring the strong and thick member that he remembered, but not daring to ask for the cherished licking to stop. The deer, ever-ready to please the otter, was already bucking his hips, his pointed tip oozing and flexing in his own desire. But the buck, Darren, was waiting, knowing that Ryan loved the ministrations of his tongue, not that he minded it particularly. The otter puffed and groaned, his webbed hands grabbing the sheets, his pink tip oozing his pre, filling the room with his scent, making Darren's nose flare and his mind numb. He delved even deeper into his task, his hopes rising with each positive noise he heard from the prone otter.
The mustelid was panting heavily, eyes rolling back in his head in his pleasure. He ground his hips up into the deer's muzzle, pushing his cock even deeper in the horned male's throat. Darren took all the small male had to offer and groaned around the meat he was offered. Ryan screamed out his pleasure, his whole body stiffening and tingling as his cock suddenly jumped in Darren's muzzle, releasing an unwarned orgasm down the deer's gullet. The head between the otter's legs sprang up, Darren choking somewhat on the spunk in his muzzle, a bit of an annoyed look on his face. Ryan simply beamed, taking over where Darren left off and stroking himself through the rest of his climax.
"What the fuck Ryan? I'm always willing to blow you, but I don't swallow!" The deer was wiping his lips and tongue, trying to remove the clearly offensive material. "I mean, damn, we were together for over a year and I never..." He stopped talking when he noticed that Ryan was now laying with his legs spread wide, his own musky seed sliding down between his cheeks.
"So, are you going to fuck me or what?" He had that 'come get me' look on his face, and a devious little expression that meant that he knew he owned the deer.
The drool coming off of Darren's chin was thick and wet. The cervine nodded mutely and slid towards the otter, his cock leading the way. The dripping member met the cum-covered orifice and kissed it briefly. Ryan jumped forward, impaling himself upon the massive member of the other male. Both he and the cervine squealed, the pleasure overtaking them both. Darren didn't need anymore prompting, doing what his species did best and bucking into the otter hard and fast, burying himself to the hilt over and over again. Ryan's tongue hung out of his muzzle in pure bliss. He knew there was a reason that he kept bringing Darren back.
The lustful sounds the buck made turned the mustelid to jelly, making him moan more deeply as he was filled repeatedly by the horned stud. Darren was lost in his lust, though he desperately wanted to please the young male he was riding intensely. The bed beneath the two squeaked and creaked with the forceful mating between the two males. Panting filled the room from both, groans of pleasure bleeding from the two. The cervine pushed in hard and fast, grunting and moaning as he neared his climax. He howled out, slamming forward one final time before he released his load deep into the otter. Ryan growled submissively and spasmed around the ejaculating cock under his tail. His own cock let go of yet another load, a surprising amount of cum spraying over his chest and stomach.
Darren collapsed forward and to the side, landing right next to Ryan, panting and still moaning a little bit. He looked over at the mustelid and grinned, moving closer and cuddling with a sort of purr coming from him. Ryan turned towards Darren and sighed, a slight smile still on his muzzle. "So... you were leaving right?"
The deer's smile disappeared, and his face fell. He had learned over the past several months not to say anything, because Ryan just wouldn't say anything at all. Darren got up from the bed and put his clothes on, tears nearly leaking from his large eyes. The otter hurt him again, and he let it happen. Cursing under his breath, he practically ran from the room and out of the house, leaving Ryan alone and messy in his bed. The content little male sighed in his afterglow and reached for his phone. He quickly typed out a text before curling up in his cum-soaked glory and falling asleep.
Jake was nearly asleep when his phone beeped, indicating that he had a new text message. He looked at the message all bleary-eyed, though the words made his head steam a little bit. In little black words on the glowing screen of his phone were the words: You are running out of time, and my tail was just loosened a little more by Darren. The fox's ears twitched, slamming his phone on the couch and stalking back into his own room. It was late and everyone was asleep. The cunning little fur pulled his covers and back and laid himself down in the bed, murring at the comfort he was in.