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Welcome to my 7th chapter of Mere Trifles. This chapter finds everything coming to a head. Everything seems to be going well for Jake, all his plans moving forward, but everyone else around him is sufferring. We are nearing the end of this story. I hope you are enjoying everything so far. Thanks for reading.

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Mere Trifles - Chapter 7

Critical Mass

Jake's ears twitched in his sleep, a far off noise disturbing his peaceful rest. His little red nose scrunched up as he slowly awoke to find that the din in his ears was actually in the real world. The haze faded from his mind and he was able to focus a little more clearly on what was happening. It sounded like a bad night at the local dog fights. There was growling and snapping, whimpering and whining. The fox shot up from bed and ran into the living room of the dorm he shared with his three roommates. What he saw surprised him, and that was saying something. In the middle of the room were his two canine roommates, who also happened to be lovers. The smaller of the two, the dalmatian, had his white fur hackles raised, teeth bared and growling in as much of a fighting stance as the swishy dog could get. His opposition and also his mate was standing across from him, his black fur hackles raised as well, his snarl was far more fierce. Both of the males' claws were out and it seemed as if the two were ready to kill each other. No one even seemed to notice the small red male who was standing buck naked in the background.

"You haven't been here for me for a long time, Timothy, and I need you."

"I can't handle this stuff Roland. I love you, but this stress is getting to me. I...I just can't take this."

"That's great! So when times get tough, the big strong wolf runs away with his tail between his legs."

Timothy roared out loudly, nearly scratching through the couch, barely able to hold back. "I. Never. Run." Each word came out as if it were its own sentence, a look of burning fury in his eyes.

"Just get out. If you aren't going to be any help to me, then I don't want you around." Tears were streaming down his face, but he was still in his attack mode. His voice cracked as he spoke, however the sternness in his voice remained.

"If that's what you want, Roland." With a quick move and a slam, the wolf was gone. The bravado the dalmy had been showing quickly disappeared and he broke. The dam released its waters and flowed down the flattened white cheeks. The canine collapsed onto the floor, shaking in his sobs. "I can't believe this is happening to me."

Jake stood by, heart nearly breaking as he watched the spectacle before him. Something about having his plan come together made him feel good, but watching the poor dogs suffer was hurting far more than he would have thought. He looked down at the ground and sighed, leaning against the door frame, a single tear moving down his cheek as well.

Apparently Brandon heard only the tail end of the commotion, emerging from the room with a lion-sized yawn. Jake was in his own little world, still standing there naked. The large feline moved over to where he was standing, in the doorway. "So, what the hell was all the ruckus?" he asked, looking around the room and not at Jake himself.

When he didn't receive an answer, the lion looked down at his side, finally noticing that he had a bare-assed fox next to him. He huffed deeply at the sight of Jake's white sheath and soft furry sac. A desire to pin the small male to the wall and taking his tailhole hard and fast until his own release exploded up that tight warm tunnel. The massive cat hissed audibly and ran off to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him and sitting himself on the edge of the bathtub. The sudden movement brought the rather confused fox out of his reverie. His eyes followed a tawny tail disappear into the bathroom and a smile crossed his face. That was just enough to make him feel better.

Brandon sat on the toilet and whined a bit to himself. He couldn't understand what was wrong with him. He didn't know why the sight of his roommate had done that to him. His own sheath was stirring somewhat at the sight of the milky white covering of the fox's sheath. A large paw moved across his own face, slapping himself hard. The feline yelped, not having intended to put such force behind that slap. "Get over yourself Brandon, you are straight. You like the ladies, and the ladies like you."

About twenty minutes later, the lion emerged from the bathroom with his confidence returned, heading straight out the door in his sleeping shorts and tank top. The lion headed straight over to one of his girlfriends' houses and stayed with her for the rest of the day.

Jake watched in mock fascination as the lion headed out the door, an eyeridge raised as Brandon ran out the door half-dressed. He headed back into his room to get dressed himself. The unexpected turn was beneficial to the fox, so he didn't ultimately mind the attention of the large feline. Once dressed, the vulpine headed out the door of the dorm and out onto campus, not really heading anywhere important since he had no classes today. Perhaps he would just enjoy the day. It was late spring and the days were warm and sunny.

The little fox strutted around campus, his thoughts occupied with how well his schemes were working out right now, even though the tensions were running high. He paid little attention to where his footpaws carried him. When he did finally pay attention, he noticed that he was approaching the school cafeteria area, just as a hot little dobie was exiting. Jake sneered briefly when he saw Chris walk out of the building. The poor pup had been hounding him for weeks. Give a male a piece of tail and they follow you around forever.

The little dobie's ears perked when he saw Jake's swishy red tail. "Hey Jake, what's up?"

A small smile, and a little sigh. "I'm alright Chris, though some big stuff went down today. Apparently the stress of Roland's little problem is getting to be too much for his boyfriend Timothy."

"Awwww... I'm sorry to hear that. I'll make sure to be available for Rollie later on, okay?"

Jake smiled a little wider. Doing his bidding without even being asked, what a good boy. "That would be great. I'm sure he could use a friend."

"No problem. You know, I'm always available for you too." The dog reached out and grabbed the fox's paw.

"Uh... yeah, about that. I'm really busy. You know finals are coming up soon, and I have a lot of studying to do. Maybe another time?"

The grip on his paw got tighter, much tighter. It felt like his hand was caught in a vice. Jake almost yelped as he felt the blood practically stop flowing into his fingers. "Chris, that hurts. Let me go."

"It doesn't hurt as much as my heart does. You seem so interested sometimes, and other times you seem to just ignore me completely. I am feeling somewhat used right now, and I don't really appreciate it." His voice was nearly a growl, his paw tightening down just a little bit more. Chris had been sitting at home for several days, wringing his paws about his feelings for Jake. It had made him both angry and depressed at the same time, hence the violence.

The fox whimpered and tried to pull away, another loud yelp escaping his lips, making several furs turn their heads in their direction. At this, Chris let go of the vulpine's paw and pulled back, somewhat startled at his own reaction. His muzzle opened and shut like he tried to say something, before he suddenly burst into tears and ran off, leaving a very stunned and perplexed little foxy standing with an aching paw.

"Well, that was an unexpectedly bad turn" he said, whimpering a bit more and cradling his injured extremity.

Chris ran and ran, muzzle stained with tears before diving through the door of his house and leaning heavily against it. He pounded his fists against the door, cursing himself for what he had done. A few seconds later, his father Roger burst through the door of the kitchen when he heard the slam and pounding. "What's wrong son? What happened?"

The younger dobie could barely breathe through his sobs. "I... hurt... the... guy... I like... because... I miss... him." He sniveled and wiped his paw across his leaking nose.

Roger stood stunned. Several new pieces of information had just slammed into his head all at once. His son was interested in someone, his son was interested in a guy, and his son was gay. Oh, and apparently he had hurt this male. "I... uh... what happened?"

"He has been ignoring me lately, and I guess I was feeling frustrated by it because I love him so much. I really need him. He's my world, and without him in it I would just die." This string of sentences came out so fast it might as well be all one word.

Roger just stood and stared, even more dumbfounded than he was ten seconds ago. With an exasperated sigh, he looked his son square in the eyes. "Chris, I know this is probably your first relationship, but no one should have that much power over you. I'm very accepting of you being gay, but you have to be careful how much you invest in someone."

Chris's ears drooped when he realized that he had just come out of the closet in the most unceremonious way. He whimpered a bit at his own foolishness, though he did pay attention to his dad's words. He was right, but Chris never thought he would be able to take his mind off of the fox. "I know dad, I'm just so in love with him."

The greying dobie rubbed his chin and smiled, shaking his head. "Oh Chris, puppy love is so cute."

"I'm not a puppy" the young male pouted.

Roger smiled and crossed the room, taking his son into a hug and squeezing him tight. "You will always be my puppy".

The younger dog sniffled a little bit and hugged the comfort that was his father. He nuzzled into the older man's chest and murred slightly. "Thanks dad. I'll try to back off a bit, I wouldn't want to hurt him again."

"That's a good boy. So, who is the guy you like so much?"

"Oh, no one, just a cute little fox here at school. I gotta go dad." He stepped away from his father and disappeared up to his room.

The larger dobie's face fell. What if it was Jake that his son was talking about? Did his son know that he had slept with Jake. And was Jake using Chris to get to him? His brain started moving a mile a minute, worried about what would happen to him and his family. Roger gulped heavily, starting to pant in his fear. Why was the fox doing this to him? Why was he going to hurt Chris? What was the point of all the torture he was enduring here?

In his son's room, Chris was lying on his bed, holding a Jake-sized fox pillow he had had made custom, crying and petting it softly. "Oh Jake, we will be so happy together, you and me. We are going to be the cutest, most sexy couple on campus." He kissed the doll, right on the muzzle, imagining the sweet vulpine that he loved and wanted so much. His father could never understand what he was going through or how he felt. Of course he had lied when he told his dad that he would consider his words. They were insane. How could he possibly deny how strongly he felt for Jake. That made it all the more real. "I'll find a way to make you love me... forever."

Jake made his way out of the nursing office, still cradling his arm, which was hurting rather badly. The nurse had told him that it was just a bad bruise and that it would feel better in a day or so. The fox had nodded and now was standing out in front of the building, looking around the make sure that the love-sick pup was no longer around. He breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't see any dobies in sight and headed back towards his dorm. Not really feeling like spending anymore time in classes today, the small male hefted his bag over his good shoulder and made the long trek back towards his dorm room. The sun would be heading down soon, and all he wanted to do was go to bed and forget today had ever happened. He was starting to think that this bet was going to be harder to win than he had first imagined. Still, the red fur knew he had to beat Ryan, that was all there was to it.

Ryan, meanwhile, was just getting out of a shower, the river otter heading through the empty house dripping wet and naked. His reject parents were out of town yet again, and Jake was at school, leaving him the only fur within miles, except the security guards Reggie and Eric. Reggie, the bear, had been unwilling to touch Ryan again since earlier that year when Jake had interrupted them and taken the ursine away. Eric, however, the tan palomino, had never been invited up to the house for any reason. Ryan suspected that his parents didn't really trust Reggie anymore, so they hired Eric to keep an eye out on the older employee. The otter just shrugged, not caring about the reason the sexy horse was here, but ready to enjoy the fact that he was. With a malicious grin on his muzzle, he went to the phone and dialed the guard shack. Both of the males should have been on duty, so he could easily take one away to fulfill his desires and not leave the property unattended.

The phone rang in the small office that housed the guards during their shift. Reggie hadn't yet allowed Eric to answer the phone in case it was Jake calling. The horse had tripped himself up a little too badly the last time the vulpine had spoken to him. "Wingarten Estate, Reggie speaking" he said gruffly and professionally.

"Hey Reggie, it's Ryan up at the house. Look, I need to talk to Eric please."

The ursine huffed briefly before handing the phone over to the oblivious male. "Master Ryan wishes to speak to you Eric." He whispered briefly. "Don't piss him off."

Eric visibly began to shake. Though he had never met the otter in person, Reggie had told him plenty of stories about the youngest male of the household. None of the sexual ones, but there were more than enough others to strike fear into the palomino's heart. "O..okay Reg. Th..thanks." He put the phone to his large ear and breathed a deep breath. "Yes, Master Ryan. What can I do for you?" The words came out slow so that he wouldn't stutter like he did when he was so nervous.

"Eric, hun, I need you to come up to the house and take care of something for me. It has to be you, Reggie isn't tall enough to reach it."

"Oh... yes sir. I'll be right there." Ryan hung up the phone, leaving a dial tone in Eric's ear, which twitched with his nervous heartbeat. "He needs me up at the house. Do you think he is going to fire me? I thought I had been doing better."

Reggie just sighed and shook his head. "No, I don't think he is going to fire you, and even if he did, we would get Master Jake to reinstate you. Try not to worry too much. Just do what the otter tells you and you will be okay."

Eric just nodded quickly and strode out of the shack, making the mile-long walk to the manor in slow strides, not wanting to seem too eager to please the young master, but hurrying enough so that it didn't take forever. "I wonder what he needs. Maybe just to change a light on the chandelier or something." The horse wrung his hands as he finally made it to the enormous front portico of the house and swung the knocker.

From somewhere deep inside the house he barely heard a "come in". The equine opened the door, stepping carefully inside the monstrous house, his shoed hooves making a loud clopping noise even though he was attempting to keep them quiet. "Master Ryan? What can I help you with sir?" he spoke to an empty room.

"Come on upstairs Eric, I need you up here." The otter spoke from his doorway before jumping back on his bed, his still somewhat wet body flying through the air gracefully, thick tail whipping with excitement as he landed and propped himself up to show off his smooth fur and neatly build self.

The horse's ears went back and he started to make his way towards and up the stairs. The marble floor didn't do much for his clopping, and the sound echoed throughout the empty building. Once at the top, Eric found himself a bit lost, looking down the few hallways that he could see from the landing. Finally, his large eyes settled on an open door with a bit of light flooding into the dark hallway, and he breathed in relief. He didn't want Master Ryan to think he was some sort of idiot, unable to find a room in a house he had never been in, but worked at for several months. The carpet dulled the noise of his hooves a bit, a slightly quieter clip-clop coming from them, alerting his presence to the otter within.

"There you are. I was hoping you didn't get lost on the way." Ryan spoke from the bed, unable to see Eric yet, but knowing he was getting close to the room. "Come in here please, I need your help inside."

The large male was breathing in fast, short breaths as he approached the room of one of his employers. He stopped before he made it to the threshold, took a deep breath, and puffed his chest out a bit, wanting to look more confident than he actually felt. He rounded the doorway with purpose, looking down at the floor and not seeing where the young master of the house was. "I'm here sir. What is it I can help you with?"

Ryan looked over the horse with interest, having never really taken a good look at him before. He thought back, wondering if he had ever been with a horse, only able to recall one instance that hadn't really gone all that well. "Come here Eric, I need you to deal with a problem I'm having. Look here and tell me if you are the male that can assist me." The lutrine put on his most provocative look, his swollen sheath, balls, and tail clearly visible to anyone who was looking.

The horse's ears twitched again as he raised his gaze, his eyes falling upon the naked vision of his boss's son. The large muzzle dropped open, his eyes moving over what he saw, a heavy tinge of red covering his tan fur. "Oh, um... I... don't understand."

"Well Eric, I need something, and you and Reggie are the only ones around right now. I would ask Reggie, but he hasn't wanted to help me out lately. Isn't that mean?"

Eric nodded, unable to remove his eyes from the writhing male in front of him.

"I know, it has been terrible. So I thought of you, and I decided that you would be just as good as Reggie, maybe better. You understand now?"

Eric nodded yet again, then quickly shook his head, his blond mane moving back and forth behind him.

"Well then, I'll be blunt. I need you to pound my hot otter tail until I can't walk anymore. You see, I haven't had any company in several days, and I'm feeling lonely and needy. You think can do that for me Eric? I would be very appreciative of your attention. I might even think about letting you keep your job." The last sentence had a note of viciousness in it.

The palomino gulped deeply, clearly feeling as trapped as he was. He needed this job badly. He had bills to pay, and things he wanted to buy. "I... understand... sir."

"That's a good boy. Now, come on over here and show me what you got. No more calling me sir, I'm the bitch here." He slapped his own ass with a webbed paw, growling at the stinging sensation.

His hooves carried him across the room slowly, Eric feeling more nervous about this than just about anything that had happened since he was hired on at the Wingarten residence. He had had sex before, with both males and females, but his livelihood had never been threatened if he didn't want to do it. Once he was next to the bed, Eric began to pull off his uniform, revealing a rather well-built upper body that made Ryan squirm on the bed. Once Eric was completely naked, he stood stock still before the otter, not quite knowing how he should proceed.

"Come on now, you have done this before. Don't worry about being gentle with me horse, I can take it." But his voice nearly caught in his throat when he looked down to the equine's sheath, which was filling out quickly. He gulped, looking back up to Eric's eyes, still filled with fear at the situation.

Eric climbed onto the bed, knees first, sliding towards the much smaller male with a nervous smile on his lips. To tell the truth, it had been awhile since he had had time to get laid either, and the situation was starting to grow on him, literally and figuratively. His pride was rising from his sheath, filling the room with a musk it had never had before, that of a horny and terrified horse. Ryan nearly turned away from the powerful scent, but something about it captivated him and he turned to face Eric as the equine's long muzzle pressed solidly against his own. He murred deeply as the incredibly long and powerful tongue forced his muzzle open and lodged itself inside. The otter could do little but pretend that the appendage was a cock and he began to suck on it like it was one, which it might as well have been based on its size. Eric whinnied in the kiss in pleasure, not expecting his partner to be so eager to get ahold of him.

The lutrine's paws moved out and pressed against Eric's strong chest, roaming around on the hard muscles and tweaking a nipple when he found it, making the hoofed male groan in the shared kiss. Eric pushed forward, knocking Ryan over and covering the otter with his massive frame. Ryan was somewhat surprised at the forwardness of the equine, wondering where this confidence had come from, but he wasn't complaining about it either. The snake-like tongue slithered from his muzzle and left him panting. He tried to shove Eric from the top of him, having his own ideas of how he wanted this to happen, but the horse was far too big and muscular for him to move. "I want to suck your cock for awhile."

Eric still felt nervous, but he wanted, no needed, to get off with another fur. It had been far too long. He obliged the otter, mostly because he was still scared for his job. He laid his enormous body down on the bed, arms behind his head and indicated towards his crotch. The equine cock was already pushing its way out of the sheath, laying across the horse's belly. It left a small trail of pre that just added a bit more to the musk in the room. He gulped again, not wanting to talk too much and ruin this for himself for his boss. "All yours boss."

The otter sat there a moment, confused. It seemed as if Eric was going to take on a far more dominant position than he had expected, but then totally followed an order. Ryan was wondering what the horse was doing, but he just shrugged and moved closer to the colossal beast that was the equine's cock. He gripped it with both of his paws, the monster hardening a bit more at his touch. As it got harder, Eric's cock filled his paws, there being far more of it than could fit in his grip. He watched entranced, slowly starting to work his paws up and down the equine member, eliciting a moan of pleasure from its owner. Fully hard, Eric's cock had to be fourteen or fifteen inches long, and very thick, especially at his head, where his flare was. Ryan's eyes widened and his mouth watered. It wasn't often that he got to be with a guy this big, and he was a size queen.

The small male leaned forward and wrapped as much of his mouth around the top of the cock as he could. It was clear that he wasn't going to be able to give the palomino the muzzlejob he thought he was going to, but he would work it well enough. Once the warm maw hit his member, Eric neighed happily, his big cock flexing, sending a spurt of pre into Ryan's lips. The otter lapped it all up and wanted more, putting himself back onto the cock and pushing down as far as he could, which only ended up being about four inches, it was just too thick. The attention wasn't lost on the equine, who's head was thrown back in pleasure. He reached down and covered the otter's paws in his own, showing Ryan how to hold and stroke his cock while he sucked, making it feel to the horse as if more of his cock was being swallowed than it actually was. He had learned to do this with shorter muzzled furs to enhance his own pleasure. A long, low moan came from him due to Ryan being a quick learner, picking up the motion fast. The lutrine's paws flowed easily up and down the large cock, its owner bucking his hips lightly up and down. Ryan struggled to keep the huge head in his muzzle, his tongue working it over as much as he could. Eric's paws gripped over Ryan's ears and squeezed them gently. He knew not to force more of his member into the otter, not wanting to hurt him or scare him too much.

The littler male worked hard to keep the cock between his lips, sucking down every drop of pre that gushed from the tip, the taste overwhelming to his senses. This is what he needed, had been deprived of for days. He was a very sexual being, needing to be pleasured often to keep him happy. He stroked the massive cock with abandon, loving the neighs and whinnies coming from his partner. Eric was bucking and jerking beneath him, eyes closed in his pleasure. He whimpered and opened his eyes when he felt the paws and muzzle disappear from his cock. "Wh...what? Why did you stop?"

"Cause a muzzlejob is not what I brought you up here for, don't you remember?"

Eric nickered when he saw the otter move to the foot of the bed and bend over, moving his thick rudder tail out of the way and showing off his tailhole. "A.. are you sure?"

Oh hunny, I have bigger toys than you, just be careful with me." He teased.

"You got it, boss." The large male looked around for something to use as lube, but was unable to see anything nearby. He resorted to a technique he had learned when trying to mate in a confined space with no supplies. The equine leaned his body over and took his own cock into his muzzle, swallowing it down about halfway. He made sure to run his tongue over himself, moaning deeply at the pleasure of it as he tried to soak as much of his member with his saliva as possible. Ryan looked behind him at the sight and nearly blew a load right there. He couldn't believe that Eric was able to successfully suck himself. It was a damn hot sight, and Ryan began panting in need. The horse nearly lost track of where he was, the pleasure of his long muzzle on his cock feeling so good. The panting in the room brought him from his solo thoughts, pulling off his member, the monster glistening wet in the light.

"Holy cow, that was incredibly hot." The otter panted and murred, feeling more desire than ever.

"I learned that one awhile back, much better than just pawing off, and makes it easy to lube it up when none is present." he explained as he moved up to the otter's waiting and willing ass.

The equine's paws gripped the other male's hips, sliding himself right behind Ryan and licking his lips, neighing in his own anticipation. His cock was hard, wet, and ready for action. He pressed the tip of his humongous member against the small entrance, a slight shiver moving through Ryan's body. The otter relaxed as much as he could, wanting to make the entry as easy on himself as possible. When he felt the horse pushing forward, he eagerly pushed back, the slightly flared head popping in with some difficulty. Ryan bit his lip to keep from crying out and scaring his partner, who was moaning deeply as his cockhead was encased in such a tight heat. Pain seared through the lutrine's body, his chest heaving as he adjusted to being so full.

Eric waited patiently, no stranger to his yiff partners needing time to adjust to his size. Once he heard Ryan's breathing clam down a bit, he thrust forward as lightly as he could, another couple of inches of his maleness sinking into the tight otter. The smaller male's short claws dug into his footboard, holding on rather tightly, his rear being stuffed hard by the large stallion. He was holding his breath with each inch that moved inside him, finally letting it out when he felt as much of the huge cock get into him that could. He could tell that there was still at least a few inches that just wouldn't go, no matter how much either of them wished it would.

The palomino made a mental note of how much wouldn't fit, so he wouldn't try too hard to shove that last bit in and damage the poor otter. Eric flexed his cock inside the otter, practically seeing his body jump up and down with the flexing member. He grinned to himself before pulling all the way back to the slightly flared head, then pushing himself back in to the same depth as before. The breath Ryan had been holding came out in a long gasp, his insides feeling like they were being pulled out along with the horse dick. The equine began a slow thrusting, the otter's body being pulled back and forth with each movement. He held on tight to the board, his small claws digging in to help hold him still and get what he wanted. It was hard to avoid hitting the lutrine's prostate with each push, the thrusts making the small male whine and moan with ultimate pleasure at being filled so fully. Eric was simply enjoying having something wrapped around his cock other than his own paw or muzzle. It felt so good to be fucking another fur. He could barely control himself, his speed increasing greatly as he moved back and forth, the bed whining from the increasingly rough pounding. The palomino watched carefully to make sure he didn't shove too much into his partner and injure him.

The lutrine could only moan and hold on for dear life. It felt as if his prostate was being pummeled into nothing. He was writhing in pleasure, unable to touch himself as Eric pushed into his rear over and over again. The horse's eyes were closed, focused on his depth and the enjoyment he was feeling. Each thrust made both males moan in ecstasy, each one riding the pleasure that was coming. Once he got used to it, Ryan began rocking back into the horse's thrusts, sometimes feeling a little jolt of pain when he went too far. It was harder for Eric to control his thrust if the other male was pushing back. It didn't seem to stop the otter one bit, so the palomino just let it happen, the pleasure from the deeper thrusts making him whinny. His grip on the young male's hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more violent, blinded by his pleasure.

Ryan's eyes went unfocused, his concentration fully on his rump and the massive cock buried within it. He didn't dare take a paw off of the footboard that he was desperately holding onto for fear of flying off the bed from the forceful thrusting. His cock bounced with each push, throbbing from the pounding his innards were receiving. Eric was getting more bestial, ramming himself forward over and over, no longer worried about the pain he might cause Ryan, since the otter wasn't complaining at all. His hips were a blur as he slid his cock in and out of the otter, his pleasure ramping up with every moan the impaled male made, each caused by his actions.

With a sudden yelp, Ryan's body went rigid, his tailhole clamping down tight on the large penis in his body, his prostate finally giving in. His cock flexed beneath him and sprayed his seed hard all over the duvet cover below him. The otter's head reeled in pleasure, his claws digging even deeper into the footboard, his orgasm overtaking him unexpectedly. His cock kept erupting, and Eric kept thrusting, focused on his own pleasure. Once the bedsheet was thoroughly wet, the otter calmed a bit before the equine started thrusting in even harder and faster. He groaned, a second release slamming into him before his was ready, adding even more mess to what was already there. This time, the palomino joined him in his climax. Eric slammed his cock all the way into his boss, letting out a wild whinny before he began pumping his pent up seed deep inside the otter's body. Ryan shuddered and moaned loudly, feeling his tailhole expand to hold as much volume as possible. It was too much, however, and quite a bit of the horse's spunk blew back against his own balls and stomach, coating his tan fur with white goo. His body jerked and emptied his seed into the willing vessel, his lengthy tongue hanging out of his muzzle in his enjoyment. The horse cock started retreating before it was done with his release, spraying more cum over Ryan's back when it came out of his abused tailhole. Eric collapsed backward on the bed, breathing heavily and looking over his handiwork. The lutrine's tail was still flagged, his swollen tailhole red and leaking profusely, a large mess under the otter's belly.

Ryan was still gripping the footboard, unable to bring himself under control. He finally let go, falling down into his own seed-covered bedding, his fur soaking it up along with his sweat. The strength to turn over built up eventually, and he turned to look at the horse. "Damn... that was... was... something. I definitely wasn't expecting that. You definitely get to keep your job."

Eric smiled wide, still panting and coming down from his high. "Thanks boss. I'm glad I was able to keep it."

"Oh yes, feel free to come back to work tomorrow. For now, though, get out of my house."

The palomino laughed, thinking that Ryan was joking, but otter's looked turned cold. Eric realized that he had been serious. He jumped up off the bed, nerves returned, gathered up his clothes and rushed out of the room, trying hard to put his clothes on before he reached the door.

The sweat-soaked horse made his way back to the guard shack, looking way too disheveled for the job, still uncomfortable having had to shove his not fully flaccid cock back into his pants. "Hey Reg, I'm back. Sorry for being gone so long."

The bear looked over at Eric, an eyeridge raising at the sight of his work partner. "So, uh, did he have you move furniture or something?" He knew full well what the little otter had made the horse do, but he didn't want to let on.

"Uh, yeah, said he was getting a new dresser or something tomorrow, and he needed me to move the old one." He lied, and he felt bad about it. But he didn't think telling the ursine that he had been forced to have sex with their boss to keep his job was a good idea.

Reggie's anger was building up within him. He knew that Ryan was upset with him. That he didn't really care about. However, he didn't like that the lutrine was messing with Eric, someone who was new and naive. "Okay Eric, you have worked hard enough tonight. Go on home a little early, and come back fresh tomorrow."

The horse's ears flicked as he looked back at his partner. "You sure Reg. I mean, I could really use the rest after that session, but I don't want to abandon you."

"Don't worry, it is going to be a quiet night again. No one home really."

"Alright, well, thanks buddy. Have a good night."

"You too horsey, see ya tomorrow."

Eric walked down the rest of the driveway, out to where his car was parked, whistling all the while. He got laid and got to go home a couple hours early. Today was definitely a good day. Reggie watched the horse's car drive off. He fumed a bit inside the guard shack, wondering what depraved things Eric had been put through. His fists clenched as he thought about how awful that otter could treat people. At least when Master Jake was being domineering, he still seemed to respect the people he was talking to. And Jake never seemed to overtly want to hurt anyone. Ryan was the opposite, he took what he wanted, and didn't care if the other person wanted or felt anything. It was exactly the same when Reggie had been forced to sleep with the lutrine. He didn't want to let him get away with it anymore, but he had no way to stop him. He crossed his arms over his chest, huffed through his nose, and hoped that Ryan would just forget about Eric as fast as he had taken an interest in him.

Jake made his way from the Student Union building and the mailboxes, feeling somewhat overwhelmed by his whole day. Chris's reaction to trying to blow him off was completely unexpected. His arm was feeling a bit better, so he worked it out a little bit as he made his way back to his dorm. He climbed the four flights of stairs to the top and moved down the hall. His ears were up and forward, listening for any signs of the warring lovers he shared a room with. The fox didn't hear anything, and thought that maybe they had made up, which would make his life difficult. The door to the room opened, and Jake could now hear some rustling coming from the canines' room. He moved into the main room of the dorm, seeing that nothing was disturbed. At least the fight that seemed to be brewing between the two had not escalated. Walking over to the dogs' room door, the vulpine lowered his ears to look empathetic and saw the huge black wolf standing over the bed. The queeny little dalmatian didn't seem to be home at the moment.

"Timothy? Are you okay?" he asked as sincerely as he could, some of it quite genuine.

The wolf turned towards him with a growl of frustration, revealing a bag on the bed that the lupine was clearly packing. "I can't stay here anymore. All the stress with Roland is driving me crazy. I think I'm going to have to leave him to keep my sanity. I just don't know if I can."

Jake nodded and moved closer, putting a paw on the wolf's back and patting it lightly. "I know it has been hard. Things aren't going well for Roland, but you have to take care of yourself too."

"I just feel so bad that he can't rely on my like he thought he could." The big black shoulders hunched a little and shook as Timothy fought back sobs.

"You never know, it might get better, and you two could be happy again."

"I doubt it, we both said some horrible things today, and we were nearly ready to kill each other. If Roland comes home, please tell him I'm sorry. I'm going to stay with some of my friends from the gym. Don't tell him where I am."

"Okay Timothy. I'll try not to. I just hate to see you guys on your way to breaking up. Isn't there anything I can do to help out?" The fox was pouring it on thick, hoping to cast doubt on his own motives if someone had been thinking it was his fault.

"No, honestly, I don't think so. You have been a good friend to me. I'll miss hanging out on the couch and watching horrid movies with you." The wolf gave an uncharacteristic hug to the vulpine before closing the bag and walking out then door.

Jake was torn between his desire to appease his step-brother or to help his friends get back to happiness. He mentally chided himself. No, family came first, even family like Ryan. He made his way out of the room and to the kitchen, making himself some food quickly, leaving enough for everyone to have some when they came around if they wanted. He felt it was the least he could do.

He sat down on the couch, turning on the TV and putting on one of those movies that Timothy had talked about. He laughed a bit, remembering some of the things they had spoken about. The dorm was so quiet, he couldn't help but get a little sleepy, laying down sideways and dozing off, the movie still continuing in the background as he slept.

The door slamming made the little fox jump up from his comfortable resting place, looking over at the TV to see the DVD menu repeating over and over again. He had slept through the whole thing. The fog in his mind cleared and he looked over to the door. There was a rather haggard looking dalmatian, a look of total fear and defeat on his muzzle. Without a word, the swishy male moved to his bedroom and searched it, small whimpers able to be heard from outside the room. It was clear that he was discovering what he was fearing. His mate was gone. Jake had sat up by now and waiting for Roland to come back out of the bedroom, his eyes cast down to the ground.

He spoke up as soon as he saw the flash of white fur from the corner of his eye. "He's gone Roland. He packed a bag and left, not too long ago. I'm sorry."

The poor dog's lip was quivering as he heard the news, his heart breaking for the millionth time today. "Do you know where he went?" he asked with hope in his voice.

Jake bit his lip and shook his head. "I'm sorry Roland, he didn't say anything when he left. I don't think he wanted anyone to know so they couldn't tell you." It was killing him to keep his muzzle shut, but he had a job to do, he had a promise to keep. He also had a bet to win.

"I don't know what I'm going to do. The administration is saying that I have to pay my tuition in full by the end of the semester, or I'm going to have to leave. Now, my mate walks out on me because of the stress of the whole situation. I have nothing left."

The small red fur could only nod at what he was hearing. He knew all of this information, he had made it all happen. He told Roger to cancel Roland's financial aid in order to keep quiet that the adult dobie had slept with a student. Jake opened his arms to offer Roland a hug, but the dalmy just turned and ran into his room, falling on the bed and breaking out in another fit of sobs.

The vulpine turned back to face the TV, just staring into space when his ears twitched, the sound of the door opening bringing his attention back to the real world. He turned, almost hoping that Timothy had returned to patch things up even though Ryan would be furious. Instead, he saw the last of his roommates, Brandon, looking almost as haggard as Roland did. The lion gave Jake a quick nod and then disappeared into their shared room, closing the door behind him.

Jake just sighed and shook his head. It was getting hard to live in this place. The tension in the whole house was palpable, he could taste it. He got up and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower, feeling somewhat dirty all of a sudden. He wasn't in long, just long enough to wet down his fur and do a little bit of thinking. He dried off, then used the fur dryer to get all nice and fluffy again. He loved being clean, but he just never felt that way anymore.

He made his way over to his room, looking back at Roland's door and sighing, opening his own and walking inside. A blast of male lion musk hit him like an eighteen wheeler, threatening to level him completely. Along with Brandon's own strong masculine scent were some other more subtle smells. Jake's canine sense of smell could pick out several different species, all female. Apparently, Brandon had been trying to get off to his satisfaction all day long, with many different girls. From the look of him asleep on his bed, he wasn't able to do so. He was fretting and trying hard to get comfortable.

Making his way to his own bed, Jake lay down in it and sighed. Normally, Brandon's sexual frustration would make him feel good, knowing he was one step closer to winning the bet with Ryan. However, he had other things on his mind right now, so the lion's torment meant nothing to him. He tossed and turned for awhile, not able to get his mind to calm down enough to sleep for well over an hour. The night outside was quiet, masking the torture that several furs were going through around the campus. Jake woke up several times throughout the night, the quiet of the evening leaving no sounds at all, except Brandon suffering in his own twisted sleep.

Late in the night, the fox's ears twitched in his restless sleep. "Psst"

The vulpine's eyes slowly opened, looking into the face of his feline roomie. "Brandon? What's going on?"

"I have to ask you something Jake. I need you to be completely honest with me."

Jake just nodded, feeling a little bit trapped by the big lion kneeling next to his bed.

"Okay. Do you think I'm gay?" he asked rather suddenly.

"Uh... no Brandon. You have made it abundantly clear that you aren't." the fox said, wrinkling his nose to give the lion the idea that he could smell all the females' smells still clinging to his fur.

"Lately I can't stop thinking about yo... males. So, I was wondering. Could I, you know, sleep with you. Just so I can get this out of my head?"

Jake tried to make the shock on his face genuine. "Why me?"

"I don't know. I have just been dreaming about a little red fox in my bed for weeks, and I just want it to go away."

"Well, Brandon, I'm flattered, but..."

"Please don't say no. I promise that it won't be that bad, I'm pretty good in bed, and I won't hurt you, and I won't threaten you, blackmail you, or tell anyone at all."

The grin Jake couldn't exactly hide. "Oh... I guess so Brandon, if you want to try it with me, that would be alright."

The lion, who always slept naked, was tearing the covers off of Jake in less than a heartbeat, noticing that Jake was also sleeping naked. Without another word, the feline pressed his muzzle against that of the fox, lapping heavily at his lips. Jake could barely react in time, his paws on the cat's chest as he opened his muzzle for the lion's insistent tongue. Brandon pressed into the kiss, his rough tongue scraping along the inside of Jake's muzzle, moaning deeply and deepening the kiss as much as he could. The little male could do nothing more than react to what was happening to him.

Brandon's hips were bucking already, his proud lion cock already jutting out of his sheath and leaking pre all over the fox's legs. He could tell that the feline was incredibly worked up, and had been for a long time. Of course, it was due to his nightly torture of the big cat, making sure that the little fox was the only thing on Brandon's mind when it came to sex. Jake was surprised that the lion had lasted this long, truly. He thought that the king of the jungle was a little weaker than this when it came to sex. The small red paws moved down from Brandon's chest, gripping his rock hard member and squeezing it a bit, much to the cat's delight. He moaned into the kiss, finally getting the contact that he had been dreaming about. The soft paw stroked over the kitty cock, feeling how big it was, and the surprise that was the feline barbs poking out near the tip. He gasped into the kiss, wondering what those were going to feel like under his tail.

Brandon broke the kiss and looked down into the fox's eyes. "This fantasy is very clear in my mind. Will you please suck on my cock and make me whine with need?"

Jake nodded, gently pushing the lion over onto his side, sliding down until his muzzle was in front of the lion's musky member. He breathed in the scent, savoring the smell of victory in his grasp, before he finally leaned in and licked over the feline cock. Brandon moaned and rumbled deeply in his chest when he first felt that first lick, knowing that this was going to be great.

The fox licked from base to tip, tasting the feline's thick and copious pre that ran down the side. Once he returned to the tip, he opened his muzzle wide and began to swallow the hot red member. He got about halfway before bobbing back up and down, using his tongue to swirl over the base and barbs of the feline. Brandon whimpered in pleasure, bucking his hips slowly, but Jake would not allow the cat to get any deeper, not yet. He had told the feline that he would make him whine with need, and he was going to do that.

He was getting frustrated, wanting to jam his cock down the fox's throat, but Jake was keeping him at bay, making him more and more needy by the minute. Brandon growled in frustration, though it wasn't a negative frustration, he was loving this, every second of it. His mind was clouded with pleasure, so much so that he didn't even care that he was thrusting his cock into the mouth of another male. "Please Jake, please, more."

Those were the magic words that the vulpine had been waiting to hear. He stopped pulling away from Brandon's cock, allowing the feline to piston in and out of his muzzle. The cat felt the new pleasure surge through him. He sneered, baring his teeth as his dominant side reared up. A huge paw gripped the back of the fox's head, the thrusting of the lion's hips picking up in pace. Jake thanked the fact that he was amazing with his muzzle when he felt the lion's speed and ferocity increase. Any lesser fur would have been choking and gagging and asking to be let up. However, he took the pleasurable punishment like a strong male, taking all that the predator could give. Several minutes passed, Jake's jaw starting to hurt when he heard the growl building up in Brandon's chest. The feline grit his teeth hard,stifling the roar to keep as quiet as possible just as his cock erupted in his prey's muzzle. Jake did all that he could to swallow the flow of feline seed, completely overwhelmed by the flood, lion seed bursting from the sides of his muzzle and pouring down onto his chest and neck. When the cat stopped bucking, Jake released the still throbbing member from his muzzle and collapsed fully onto his bed. The bet had been won, but the crafty fox was not done yet, he was going to milk this for all he was worth.

Brandon didn't seem to be too willing to be done yet either. His cock was still hard and throbbing, and the lion was still ready for action. He looked down at Jake with a grin. "That was great, but my fantasy isn't over. You still up for more?"

The little fox nodded and grinned. "I'm always up for more, you should know that by now."

"Well, the rest of it has you riding me, bouncing up and down on my strong body and my cock."

"Hmmm... well, we certainly want to make your fantasies come true, big guy." He was no longer pretending that this was something that he didn't want.

The lion rolled over onto his back, reaching down and stroking over his member, the vestiges of his last release still clinging to him and leaving a nice lube layer for Jake to ride on.

The fox got up on his knees, which were already somewhat shaky, straddling the stocky feline as best he could. He pretty much had to stand on the bed to be able to reach it and push himself up and down. His fluffy tail went up on instinct, something that almost made the fox cringe. He still had his dominant moments, as Ryan would be finding out shortly. The vulpine sucked in a breath, the tip of the lion's member pressing against his tight entrance. The breath was released as entry was achieved, the blunt tip of the feline's member pressing into his body. He grit his teeth as he slowly sank down onto the hard cat cock, Brandon's moan growing in intensity as he felt his cock being absorbed into the hot body of his roommate.

Jake murred deeply when he reached the base of his roomie's massive cock, feeling it tight against his prostate. "Talk to me lion, I know you like it that way." He pushed himself up to the tip of the cat's cock, feeling the barbs on his penis scratch and pull at his insides all the way up. At the peak of his movement, he looked down at Brandon before driving himself downward, hard and fast. A gasp caught in his throat, changing quickly to a heavy moan of pleasure.

Brandon grinned, his own rumble coming from him when he felt and watched Jake slide up and down his pole. "Oh yeah, take that sharp cock inside your tight cu... ass, bitch." They both laughed about the near slip, only momentarily forgetting what was going on. Jake used his paws to anchor his body to the lion's chest, beginning to move himself up and down on the thick pole under his tail. He threw his head back and moaned deeply. "You like that cock stretching your hole, don't you?" Brandon reached down and slapped the fox's ass, a rather loud slap echoing in the room.

The vulpine yelped at the slap, licking his lips and panting like a whore. "Oh yeah, big man, take my hole and make it yours." The slammed himself down onto the hard cat, squealing in pleasure as he rode the male for all he was worth. His legs were shaking, he was so turned on.

The feline sensed Jake's issue and flipped himself forward, adjusting himself so he was on top of the fox with those red legs around his waist. He was now doing exactly what Jake had asked him to do. The lion pulled back, dragging his barbs right over the other male's prostate. Jake squirmed and moaned, writhing in pleasure beneath his partner. "Yeah, the little bitch loves being put on his back and fucked hard." Brandon let his paws wander over the fox's body, feeling his slim, but toned chest, up to his neck where he rubbed and scritched. Lastly, he brought one of his thick fingers to the fox's muzzle and shoved it inside. Jake suckled on it like it was a repeat of the maned male's cock. He lavished it with attention, running his tongue over the claw and soft pad.

"Fuck yeah, pussy boy, suck on that and take my cock in your hot ass." The lion began thrusting hard, cursing and moaning with each thrust, his barbs beating up the inside of the other male's body, both of them loving it with all their hearts. Jake reached down and clicked a small button on a hidden remote, a signal heading to a camera he had mounted in the closet with a night-vision lens. A barely audible click went off, and Jake had his proof. Now he could just focus on the attentions of the big cat who was mounting him better than most.

The lion was lost in his lust, pumping himself in and out of the prone fox and loving every second of it. He could feel his second orgasm building up in his sac, working its way up through his prick. "Oh yeah, foxy, I'm gonna fill your ass with hot lion seed, so you will have both ends full of Brandon." He slammed forward over and over, bouncing the vulpine on his cock making both males moan and groan. After several more minutes of continually increasingly rough pounding, Brandon leaned down and clamped his jaws lightly around Jake's shoulder. It helped him to muffle his roar as he claimed his new slut. The cat pushed forward hard, letting his cock erupt inside the shuddering male who's own cock was erupting between the two. His seed covered both of the males, Brandon filling his rump with thick musky lion cum at the same moment. When finished, Brandon fell upon Jake's body, panting and snorting through his nose. The smell in the room was distinctly male, and distinctly sex. It was hard to get fresh air to breathe.

Jake was pinned, unable to move, barely able to breathe underneath the bulk of the lion. He didn't mind though, the feeling of the weight of a strong male on top of him was fantastic. In another quick moment, the feline was up and out the door of the room, heading quickly for the shower. The fox was left in a kind of stupor, not really realizing the lion was gone right away. When he came to, he realized that Brandon was not there. His ears perked and he heard the shower running, nodding to himself.

In the shower, Brandon was leaning against the wall, thinking about what he had just let happen. He felt awful, mostly for Jake. The fox had really seemed to enjoy himself, and he might want to do it again. That thought terrified the lion, making him shiver under the shower head. He had enjoyed it far too much for his own taste. However, the thoughts now running through his head were about the females he had been with in the last several weeks, and he almost got hard again, except the fact that he had already cum twice. His brain went back to Jake's tight ass and how good it felt, and how easily the male had brought out his orgasm. He sighed, nearly in tears, a position the lion didn't find himself in often.

The teasing little fox, was curled up in his messy bed, enjoying the thought of his victory of that little twat Ryan, as well as the scent of the two males' seed all over the place. His ass would hurt for a week, but he didn't care. The next time he was going to get laid, he wasn't going to be taking anything up his tailhole anyway. He drifted off to sleep, body aching in blissful agony, thinking about the beautiful little tailhole of his brother that he was finally going to get into.

When the fox woke the next morning, it appeared as if Brandon hadn't slept in his bed at all. Jake was positive that he didn't sleep with him all night. He wondered where the giant lion had gone. He got dressed and headed out for his day, feeling terrible about what was going on in his household. It felt as if his whole world was falling apart. He had trouble concentrating on anything throughout the whole day. His mind was either focused on each of his roommates in turn, or on his step-brother Ryan. Somehow, winning the bet just didn't feel as good as he thought it would.

He was rushing so fast that he didn't realize that he brushed right by Brandon, who was equally lost in thought. Brandon walked past without even noticing, until he ran right into a certain young doberman who was just as lost as the previous two furs. The two collided, the smaller of the two falling to the ground. Brandon stopped long enough to pick the dog up from the ground. Chris thanked him, but his perked up ears happened to catch a part of the gigantic lion's mutterings.

"I can't believe I slept with Jake. That fox must have done something to trick me into it. I just know it...."

The dobie stopped in his tracks, staring after the lion before looking down at the ground, fists clenched. His Jake had slept with that giant? That little slut was going to pay. How dare he break the heart of the young dobie. Instead of heading to class, Chris headed home.

Several hours later, a police cruiser was out in front of the dorm. Several officers were standing around waiting for the detective to arrive. When the large male badger showed up, the men were waiting to give their accounts of what happened. It seemed that the dorm cleaning lady had found the body face down in the bathroom. There were multiple injuries and cause of death was unknown. The detective took his notes and then looked up at the officers. "Okay, so who are our suspects?"