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Two days since Jake had first come home, since he and Trev made love for the first time, the two were once again in the stud's room, getting dressed for Jake's Welcome Home party on that Saturday night. With a heavy sigh, Trevor tried to push the husky's paws off his thighs, "You know Jake, when we promised to never let each other go ever again... I didn't mean it like this..." As he attempted to make his way towards his closet, he was forced to drag Jake along with him.

Jake grinned like a goofy little kid, his right leg whirring as he attempted to squat walk while hugging Trevor's butt, "No! I made a promise! I'm not letting go!" The horse gave off another fake sigh, trying to hide his big grin forming on his snout. But as he reached to pull up his casual, long sleeved shirt, he paused for a moment, giving a glance back at Jake. Tucking his muscular arms in, he pulled off the shirt, making sure his forearms were hidden in front of his tight body. Like always, Jake caught Trevor's looks, "What was that for?"

He looked back at Jake as he was putting on a dressier long sleeved shirt, "What was what?"

Jake noticed the long sleeve shirts too. There was an annoying humidity outside, and yet Trevor was wearing long sleeves. Why? He stood up and wrapped his arms around the big stud as best he could, "Don't try to kid me...and what's with the long sleeves? Since when do you wear long sleeves, ever?"

As Jake suddenly lashed out, trying to grab his sleeves, Trevor pulled his arms into his chest, "Jake...stop!" The dog climbed on him, tugging at his sleeves, "Jake, you're being an asshole!"

"Well I want to know what you're HIDING from me!" When he finally pulled hard enough, the cuff of one sleeve finally slipped out of Trevor's grip. Jake saw the cut marks on Trevor's arm, some of them just thin lines; others were long indentions, like he had taken the flat part of the blade and sliced rather than dragging it. All of them obviously avoided that main vein that traveled along the forearms. Setting his foot-paws on the ground, he nervously reached to Trevor's other arm. The stallion let him, letting push back the sleeve to reveal more cut marks. Shocked, he mumbled, "Both arms?" Trevor looked away, nodding his head.

When he finally looked back at the husky, his face sunk when tears started to stain the white fur on his cheeks, "Oh no...please don't!"

Jake couldn't hold back his tears, choking, "This is my fault, isn't it!"

Shaking his head, Trevor wrapped his arms around the husky, running his hand through the dog's fur as he rubbed Jake's back, "No! That's not true..." As his mate pressed his muzzle into his chest, staining his shirt with tears, Trevor kissed his forehead. "No more tears, we have your party to go to!" He really tried to get excited, if not for Jake's sake, then for his own. He never liked talking about his problem, and he wasn't ready to talk about it with Jake.

Jake looked up at him with tear filled eyes and shook his head, "I don't want to now."

The stallion pressed his thumb to Jake's dark lips, smoothly running it back and forth, "Please? For me?"

The husky might as well have melted like butter, wiping his tears away. He didn't want to upset the big stud. Looking away for just a moment to try and compose himself, his cheeks were still damp when he struggled to say, "Okay..." But as Trevor smiled and turned around to finish getting dressed, Jake said behind his back, "But we're going to talk about this... you're not going to hide things from me." Back turned, Jake leaned down to put his one shoe on. Giving off a surprised yip, the husky received a playful slap to the butt.

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People rushed the door when Jake arrived at the party hall. There were plenty of smiles as he was hugged and nearly smothered between everyone who managed to work their way in front of him and Trevor behind him. He hugged back of course, missing all his friends after the two years he had been gone. Shouting as loud as he could, "Thanks everyone!" Although after a while, he eagerly started looking for two people he really wanted to see the most. Finally seeing them, the husky rushed through the crowd. With a loud "oof" Justin was tackled to the ground at King's foot-paws by the dog. Tightly hugging the roo, he nuzzled his cheek into the male's chest.

Justin looked down with ringed, tired looking eyes, wrapping his arms around the dog, "Hey..." With a weak smile on his muzzle, the roo pressed his paws into the husky's red fur, holding him tight. When they managed to stand up, Justin was surprised to get a kiss on the cheek. He looked down at the dog with a bit of a blush. Jake gazed back with a look of concern. But before he could ask why he seemed so tired, the husky was suddenly scooped up into super big powerful arms.

Jake was almost terrified and would have started kicking if he didn't see King's ever so confident smile. The liger grinned, "And what about my hug?"

The husky's jaw hung open, completely awe struck by the macro male's size, "Really...*gulp*...really big..."

King held the husky in one arm while flexing the vein covered muscles in the other, "What? These?" With a loud chuckle, "I know, right?" As carefully as his big paws could, King tickled Jake's sides, "It's so good to see you!" Struggling and squirming with laughter, Jake suddenly found himself upside down, his shirt falling over his head, the blood rushing to it. "Wow, look at this..." Holding Jake by his waist, King ran his thumb over the husky's padded metal foot-paw. "Can it feel anything?"

With his head getting heavy and his voice sounding nasally, Jake grunted, squirming in the liger's hold, "They say it won't be able to feel anything for a while... please put me down!" When the liger spun him right side up with ease and let him go, Trevor was there to catch him when he stumbled forward because of all the blood rushing to his head.

Wrapping his fingertips around his boyfriend's paws, Trevor blushed a little as he asked, "Hey Jake, would you dance with me?"

The excitement built up in Jake's chest and he could feel tears of joy collecting just beneath his eyes. Leaning into Trevor he nodded his head, "Okay..." When he finally forced himself to breathe again, he remembered his leg, "As long as we take it slow."

Trevor suddenly cuffed his hands behind the husky's butt, picking him up. Giving a shrug, he smiled with his eyes twinkling as he said, "That's why I picked a slow song." Everyone was joining in, finding a partner or moving off to the side to watch. Trevor sighed, nuzzling the tip of his snout into Jake's neck while his husky thumbed at the mane on the back of his head. With a light snicker, he murmured, "You're such a girl."

Jake laughed, "You're not the first person to say that..." As Trevor slowly turned, the husky grinned big time, seeing King dancing with Justin, the roo's back to the big liger's abdomen. He seemed so much smaller with the cat's big paws crossed over his chest. Just also looked so tired, King was almost holding him up. Jake then closed his eyes, wanting to focus on nothing else but his stud's scent and the comforting grip Trevor had on him.

*Later*

The bathroom door loudly squeaked when King walked through it, having to maneuver himself just to get through it. "I swear, these doors discriminate against me..." But Lionor suddenly stopped when he noticed someone else was already in there. He licked his lips as he muttered, "Metin..."

The strange canine hybrid's long ears twitched, adjusting in front of the urinal, "That's my name."

King slowly approached the open urinal next to him, desperately trying to keep his eyes forward. Holding back a grunt as he unzipped his pants and tried to pull out his already hard dick, the liger's toes squirmed in his shoes, his cock throbbing after grinding against Justin when the music picked up. It radiated a thick musk and he was sure Metin could smell it to. Wow, this is embarrassing. Rolling his eyes, trying not to stare down at the bit of red meat poking out of Metin's thick sheath, "So..."

"King, the less you talk, the less awkward this is going to be..."

"Right!" Keeping his eyes forward, King felt relieved when Metin walked away and he could finally hold his barbed cock straight as his piss flowed into the urinal. He could hear Metin washing his paws and it was kind of relaxing. When he was finally done, Lionor turned around, the liger forced his raging monster back into its hiding place before turning around, attempting to zipper up his pants. But then he found himself face to chest with Metin, the small male looking up at him.

"King, I didn't take you as an easily intimidated person..."

The liger felt mesmerized as Metin reached up to stroke at the mane around his neck with one paw, while stroking at the huge, straining bulging in his pants. Struggling to speak, "I...I'm not...mph!" King groaned, his paws reaching out to grasp the dividers for the urinals. The more Metin touched him, the more his bulge pushed out against his pants.

"Really...?" When Metin lifted his shirt, revealing his muscles and the big nubs on his chest, the liger gave a wild growl as the hybrid nipped at his left nipple. There was a loud rip and King's macro sized cock was hanging out, leaning against Metin's chest, having forced its way through his pants. That's when he lost all control. Grabbing hold of the small canine, he rushed them both into the nearest stall, both of them crazily mashing maw and muzzle together, lapping at each other's tongue.

Metin's breathing was strained when King pushed him up against the wall of the stall, its supports creaking. He could feel the liger's dangerous claws peeling away at his cargo shorts. Soon they were nothing but shreds hanging off his body. His toned butt exposed to the big cat, he was contorted in all sorts of ways, moaning as the feline stud's thick tongue lapped at his hole, thick slobber running down between his butt cheeks. He had backed the big male into a corner, now he was experience the liger's raw, natural retaliation, proving he wasn't Metin's bitch.

King gave off lust filled wild growls in his throat as he probed Metin's hole almost nonstop, loving the sight of the hybrid's struggles, feeling his hole squirm around his tongue. Metin was really starting to wonder what he had gotten himself into. As the big cat took him by the neck, the liger sat them both down on the toilet, running his other claws along Metin's thighs. The cat lustfully hissed, raising the canine's legs to expose his slobber covered hole. Metin reached out, feeling King's fat, head push against his experienced rim, sucking through his teeth as it was roughly thrust deep into his hole, just past the barbs beneath the thick head.

Metin's own big cock strained against his pant leg, the material hugging his fat knot, his thick canine length almost reaching to his knee. He had experienced big before, but the ferocity of the pounding he was getting was driving his insides crazy, "Mph...yeah!" He balanced his foot-paws on the males huge thighs, almost digging the nails on his paws into the stall. The big cat leaned his head forward, dominantly lapping at the coyote-fox hybrid's neck before sinking his teeth into the male. Metin's entire body grew stiff, moaning submissively under the liger's love bite, feeling his cock uncontrollably twitched, shooting watery dog cum into his pant leg as King's hot meat slammed his insides.

King growled as Metin writhed against his chest, feeling the male's asshole tighten around his cock like a vice. He clung to Metin as though his little bitch were going to get away, clawing lightly at his chest, tearing into his collared shirt, leaving little red lines in his skin. Almost wanting someone to come in, he wanted someone to see him giving it to this slutty little bitch like a real male he was. And when he was getting close, he forced the slutty bitch out of the stall, forcing Metin to all fours as he pounded away at his hole, giving off a mirror shaking roar as he came hard, milking his meat with the hybrid's hole until Metin's small body was gushing cum from his abused hole.

And as if Metin didn't matter to him at all, King pulled out his cock which starting dripping down his sac and all over the floor, leaving Metin there, his hole gaping and a overwhelmed, but satisfied look on his face. Stroking his meat until every last drop hit the floor; King gave off a lighter, dominant roar before tucking his shaft back into what remained of his pants, taking off his jacket and tying it around his waist to hide his crotch. He quickly left the bathroom, both furious and satisfied, the excitement pumping with his blood...he wanted to do something dangerous. No one had driven him to going wild like Metin had... so he had to get out of there.

End Ch 7