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Golftown wasn't the kind of follow-up to the beach that any of them were expecting. The cheetah had mentioned something about a budget, and being more strict with activities and blah blah blah. Everything was some kind of neon primary color except for the astroturf in pastel green. The whole place felt extravagant like a Vegas hotel in all the wrong ways. There were even three separate 18-hole courses. Minature ones.

Johan had his arms crossed, watching the cheetah (Lilia? No, something else) buy one-round passes for all of them. She perked up toward them, handing putters to each.

"All righty, since I got some quality time with Johan and Wil before...Adam, Lukas, hope you don't mind me crashing your game." She said with a smirk and a tone that warned of meddling.

"Sure, sounds good to me." Lukas said. Adam nodded as well.

"What good sports!" She turned toward Wil and Johan. "Well, you two have fun on your own. We'll all meet up back at the arcade once we're done, okay?"

Johan nodded and smiled. "Sounds good."

Wil gave a cheerful thumbs up.

Minutes later, Wil was leaning on his putter like a pimp watching Johan line up a shot involving a windmill three times their height, a door, and a pipe leading out of it.

"So, bonding, huh?" Wil said. "You feel like we've bonded?" He asked sarcastically. "I totally do. We're B-F-Fs now right?"

Johan fired off with his putter and watched his golf ball slide up into the windmill's open door, down the pipe and right next to the hole. "Sure, I guess." He said.

Wil grumbled and stepped up to the tee. He lined up his shot and swung about as wildly as someone can swing at miniature golf. He also completely missed the ball.

"Christ, Wil, it's minigolf not a driving range."

The tiger grumbled. "Right, well, I don't know what that is."

Johan covered his face and faux shame. "Just try again. And hit softer."

Wil did. He tried at least six more times. Two shots missed, one hit the windmill's blade and bounced back to hit him in the chest, and the remaining three were all variations on the theme of flying past the windmill.

"Stop. Just stop." The bull said, Wil's hands gripped the handle of the putter, angled out and upward as if for a fairway drive.

Johan stepped over and slipped behind the tiger.

"Whoa, hey there man."

"Just relax, okay?" The bull said, sliding his arms around the tiger's. "You have to move your arms like a pendulum, got it? Smooth and slow." He moved the tiger's arms and together they hit the ball with a smooth, even stroke that forced it up toward the windmill and into the open door.

The ball slipped down the pipe and gently touched Johan's own golf ball.

"Knew you could do it." Johan said.

Wil smiled, and angled his head back toward the bull. "Damn right."

Johan grinned back at him. "Sleepy kitten."

Unlike Adam's trigger, the effect was instantaneous. Wil's head fell forward and his eyes closed. The bull kept his hands tight aginst the tiger's, but Wil's grip loosened on the putter, letting it dance between his fingers. From the tiger's mouth came four words:

"I hear and obey."

Johan grinned. "That's right. When you feel my hands come off yours, I want you to follow me behind the windmill, acting normal. Once we're out of sight, go back to this state."

"Yes sir." The tiger said.

Johan could feel the tiger's denim rubbing against his wrist. He peeked and saw that the tiger had a fantastic, raging erection. With a grin, he took his hands off the tiger's.

Wil snapped back into a normal posture immediately and then stepped toward the windmill. Johan jogged up ahead of them until he was in position, waiting for the tiger.

As soon as Wil was in place, out of sight from the rest of the park, he resumed his slumped posture and mumbled out the same mantra, too soft to be heard.

"All right, 'fess up, tigs." Johan said with a grin. "Why did you want to start this thing?"

"Wanted sex." He droned.

Johan quirked an eybrow, waiting for more. When all he heard was silence, the bull asked again. "That's it?"

"Yes sir." Wil said.

"Just sex?"

"Just sex, sir."

"Well damn, I thought you had some master plan or something." The bull reached his hands down to his denim jeans and began to unzip with a grin. "Would have considered it if you just asked, but seeing you like this..." He licked his lips. "...makes me want payback.

"Shirt and pants off, tigs. And turn around." The bull said. In mere seconds, Wil had stripped himself of his clothes, standing before the bull in only his boxerbriefs.

Johan stepped forward and slipped his hand around the tiger's waist, starting to rub on the tiger's bulge, eliciting a long moan from him. "Damn right. Feels good to listen to me. To do what I say. Doesn't it now?"

The tiger nodded, eyes half closed, his tail lifting up and pulling flush against his back. "It does, sir." He said.

The bull tugged down at the waistband to reveal the tiger's tight rear, heaving out his own equipment and grinding it up against Wil's backside. The tiger let out a rumbling moan, then leaning against the back of the windmill. Johan slid his growing member between the tiger's cheeks, letting out a grunt and getting a lusty whine out of the tiger.

"Quiet. Make sure nobody hears us." Johan said, receiving a mumble in reply from the tiger. He gave his length another few strokes until it was throbbing and ready to violate the feline. It must have been a while since the tiger had gotten any, because as he slid his tip against Wil's pucker, he felt more resistance than ever as he tried to push inward. That or the tiger just didn't bottom.

Well that would have to change. The bull let out a grunt of satisfaction as he felt the tiger's rear yield at last, surrounding his shaft while he pushed inward. Wil himself let out a high-pitched whine again as he adjusted to the girth of the bull, his legs shivering while he clutched the windmill.

The bull hushed him again, sliding ever inward until he felt the tiger's ring against the base of his shaft. A few moments to let Wil adjust, and then he rolled his hips in circles, groaning as he slid his chest up against the tiger's back. His hands brushed against the tiger's nipples, and Johan felt the fur on Wil's chest straighten while he kept his pace of thrusts.

They both panted and groaned as quietly as they could, the tiger staining his underwear at the front, his own member visibly outlined by the fabric. Johan's thrusts became fiercer, pushing deeper, harder, his body preparing for release.

And at last, he pushed so hard into the tiger's rear that Wil's arms gave out and they both ended up leaning full-body on the windmill, the bull hilted inside Wil as he pumped his load inside the tiger.

They both rested there, catching their breath. Johan slipped both his arms around the tiger, sliding his muzzle next to Wil's.

"Think I've taken a liking to you, tigs."

"Glad, sir." Wil mumbled back.

Another few moments, their heavy panting relenting slowly.

"All right. We're gonna finish up, and you're going to act like this never happened. Like I never triggered you. You won't even think it happened. Hide it in the back of your memory."

"Yes sir." Wil said.

"But before that, I need you to do something." He said, pulling the dye pen from his pocket.

Half an hour later, as the two of them rejoined the group, Johan did his best to hide his satisfaction at the little W written in dye in the small of his back.

---

"Miss Peacock in the study...with the...REVOLVER." Adam said, looking to his left at Johan. The bull shook his head, turning to Lukas, who also shook his head. Adam turned toward Wil, who held out the "Miss Peacock" card, showing it to the wolf, out of view of the others.

"Dammit." Adam muttered, scribbling a note on his narrow strip of paper with names of suspects, weapons, and rooms.

It was a Saturday evening, and the four of them were seated at Lukas' dining table with a board and several small game pieces spread out between them. It was the first event that wasn't supervised by the cheetah, and distinctively "on the down-low" as Wil wanted to call it. They'd played games for a few hours already.

Clue was usually a game of deductive reasoning, suspenseful and fun for the whole family or whoever was playing it. Usually. That day it was except only for Adam and Wil. They didn't have to keep their guards up. Wil still thought that no one had made a move on triggering any of them, and Adam was entirely at peace with losing, albeit at the suggestion of a lion.

Lukas and Johan though, were playing for keeps. They kept their hands close to their chests, only offering information when circumstances forced them to do so. By this point, it was no longer a game.

Wil smiled, fanning through his cards and double-checking his list. "J'accuse!" He yelled with excitement. The others all looked at him with confusion. "I'm making an accusation." He said, deflated.

"Colonel Mustard in the Dining Room with the Revolver." He grinned and grabbed at the tiny envelope with three cards, pulling them out and groaning. "Nope." He slid the cards back in, and took his piece off the board, crossing his arms.

Johan smirked. "I'm going to make an accusation." The other three each offered a sigh or a groan. "Miss Scarlet in the Dining Room with the Revolver." He took the envelope and slid the cards out, grinning wide as he splayed the cards out on the table, showing his accusation to be the truth.

Lukas laughed, "Damn, well played. I was about to say the same thing."

Adam grumbled, "At least I got the weapon right."

Wil reached down to the ground, below the table, touch his phone, which was charging via an incredibly short cord to a wall outlet. "Thanks for letting me charge my phone, Luke," he said, "Even if I have to break my back to check on it."

The lion laughed. "How's it doing?"

"Should be charged enough for me to go home in a few more minutes."

Lukas smiled, "Well, let's finish off the six-pack and then you guys can all go home."

And so they did, splitting the remaining two beers between the four of them, decompressing themselves after the mildly tense experience that is Clue.

It didn't take long, and soon enough Adam mumbled something about being somewhere the next day, and took off. Likewise, Wil let a yawn be his excuse to leave, giving a cheerful wave to the other two before his exit.

And then Lukas and Johan were alone.

The bull started to stand up from his chair.

"Leaving so soon?" Lukas smirked, cleaning up after the mess they had all made. Johan grumbled.

"Let me make this clear, lion." Johan said. "I don't like you. I tolerate you, and you're lucky I do."

The lion froze in place. "I...had no idea you felt that way."

"You shouldn't have. I've held my tongue." Johan stood up and walked to the door.

"Was it something I did? something I said?" Lukas asked, concern in his voice. He moved to catch up with the bull before he could leave.

Johan did his best to stay calm. He just had to get close enough to try triggering the lion...

...but his anger got the best of him.

"Your whole attitude. Your shitty small-town values that you contradict on a daily basis. The way you shrug and laugh off everything like nothing important exists anymore." The bull glared at the lion's chest.

"And your fucking thing for leather. All the time. Not because it helps you do your job, not even once in a while for fashion. No, because it gets you off so much. That's disgusting." The bull was almost shouting.

There was a moment's pause, where Lukas looked almost heartbroken.

"I'm leaving." Johan stated, his volume back to normal.

He didn't even want to trigger the lion anymore. He'd have another chance. He needed to go home, to let his blood simmer. Even as the lion stepped closer, he let his chance pass by.

The bull turned around and put his hand on the doorknob to leave, but before he could turn his wrist, he felt a single stroke down his spine.

As those fingers slid down his body, a wave of relaxation flowed with them. His hand slipped from the doorknob. His head slumped forward, his eyes closing. His arms hung at his sides, the bull offering a grunt.

Then came another stroke down his back, another wave of pleasant tingling sensations all through his body. Words echoed in his mind. Obedience. All is obedience.

One last stroke and he felt the way he hadn't felt for so long. At peace. Eager to listen. Ready to usher in the future.

"Mating Unit Prime is ready, sir." He said, lifting his head and looking back into the eyes of the lion, his own looking soulless and blank, unfocused.

"So that's what he called you. I like it." Lukas said with a chuckle. "Tell me, Prime, what's standard operating procedure for you?"

Johan spat out words he knew by heart as if accessing data like a computer. "Nudity at all times. Ready to produce semen hourly, if necessary." Then, something registered in his mind, and the bull began to strip himself of his clothes completely. He was neither graceful, nor quick, but he managed to do it eventually. "Apologies, sir. Unit Prime is readjusting to programming."

Lukas laughed, applauding a little. "That's fine, that's fine. But before we get started, I have a couple questions."

"Yes sir."

"Have you triggered anyone yet?" asked the lion.

"Yes sir, Wil."

"Good! What was his trigger?"

"The words 'Sleepy Kitten.'"

"Very nice. Fitting for him. What trigger did he know?"

"He believed the trigger he received to belong to you."

"Well, if my math is right, that's correct. Lastly, did you mean all those things you said to me before?"

"Yes, sir, every word."

"Not anymore. You might have found leather insulting before, but as long as you're not wearing it, it's sexy. It's people trying to be more like bovines. That's admirable, isn't it?"

"Quite admirable, sir." The bull somehow had slipped into a military attention pose, his length standing out from his body and throbbing with arousal. Lukas began to eye it.

"Damn right. More than admirable. Desireable. Seeing leather on a fellow man, it makes you want him."

"Want him." The bull repeated. His length started to trickle with pre. Lukas decided it was a fine time to take off his shirt, revealing the X-harness underneath it.

As the fabric slipped off and showed the bull Lukas' accessory, Johan let out a soft grunt, his eyes locked with the leather harness.

"Like that, don't you, Prime?"

"Yes sir. As you said."

The lion stepped forward and splayed out his hand on the bull's naked chest. "Stud like you's probably a hell of a fuck."

"I can provide samples hourly, sir. As per your directions." The bull droned.

"Follow me, then." Lukas grinned.

Exactly two minutes later, the lion was laying down on his bed with the bull standing before him. The lion's legs were up and Johan held onto them while he pressed his pre-slicked member at the lion's rear. Lukas let out a groan as it slid inside his body, biting his lip.

"All right, Prime. Go crazy." Lukas said, feeling the bull slam his length into him with one smooth motion. The lion gasped and reached out to grab the sheets of the bed as Johan started to thrust slowly in and out of him.

The bull was acting like a fucking machine, his movements calculated and purposeful, nothing tender and loving about it. But Lukas wasn't looking for a tender, loving fuck. He wanted rough. The lion just wasn't ready for the kind of rough he was getting.

The lion growled and groaned as the bull split him apart, the thrusts slowly speeding up.

"Sh...shit." He managed to say. It was possible to get the bull to stop, sure, but as painful as it was, the lion was enjoying himself immensely. He started to pant and looked down at his own growing member, now smearing pre on his abdomen. Then the bull slammed in again and he jerked his head back onto the pillow and let out another groan as the massive bovine length filled him.

Each of them started to breathe faster, Lukas' eyelids fluttering while Johan's hips rolled in the same motion, faster and faster while his pleasure escalated. Of course, as Mating Unit Prime, he didn't care about the pleasure he felt, he only wanted to make sure the sample was captured.

The bull began to groan, arching his back. He thrust his member inward again, a few more final times, hitting the lion's prostate in the process. Lukas was unable to stop himself from reaching down and stroking himself while the bull gave his last fierce shove, his dick spasming and spurting his generous load into the lion's rear. Lukas felt that final thrust and stroked himself furiously until at last he felt himself erupt onto his own chest, panting with fatigue.

"Goddamn, you know what you're doing." Lukas moaned out.

"Just following instructions, sir." The bull said.

"Right, right." The lion said. "We need to get you a collar."

A few minutes later, and the two of them were cleaned up, and the lion had snapped a leather collar around the bull's neck.

"You'll keep this on, even when you're not Mating Unit Prime, got it? And it's something you've always worn. Just feels right."

"Yes sir. Understood."

He pat the bull on the shoulder. "All right, now get in bed. You're staying the night."

"Of course, sir." Johan said before sliding into bed.

The lion went back into the kitchen for a quick drink of water when he noticed that Wil's phone was still laying on the ground, charging. Its screen was lit and displayed a message: "If Found, please return to Wil Alain." Then it displayed his address.

With a dark smile, Lukas knew he had his perfect opportunity to get the tiger.

---

A few emails later, Lukas had a time and date to show up to Wil's place. The only trouble would be if he had roommates present, but the two of them could always come back to his place after a trigger.

Lukas did his best to hold in his sneer as he stood outside Wil's front door, holding the still-locked phone, and knocked four times.

It took a few moments, but the tiger showed up at the front door and opened it up.

"Thanks, man!" He snatched the phone from Lukas' soft grip before dashing back inside, but leaving the door open for the lion to walk through. "Make yourself at home! I gotta restore this bad boy to factory settings."

The lion stepped inside and found a couch to sit on, waiting for the tiger to return. From the sound of it, he went upstairs to one of the bedrooms. It was a surprisingly nice place, but clearly not meant for as many people as it was holding. There were labels with names on bookshelves dictating which book belonged to which tenant.

"Gotta admit I was impressed your phone could do that." Lukas said, raising his voice to carry to whatever room Wil was in.

"Yeah smartphones are cool like that." Wil said, a little muffled. "Battery life still sucks balls though."

The lion smirked, muttering to himself that battery life wouldn't be the only thing sucking balls soon.

Still, the tiger was taking a long time up there. He could still get some information out of him. "Got any roommates?"

"Yep! But they're all out right now."

"Oh, I see." The lion said, grinning but never betraying it in his voice.

"Thanks again." The tiger then came bounding down the stairs to the lower floor and walked toward the kitchen. "Can I get you anything to drink, or are you gonna take off?"

"I'll stay for a little while, if you're up for a chat. A beer is fine for me."

"Sweet," the tiger said, grabbing two beers from the fridge. He playfully tossed one at the lion from a couple feet away, who caught it. They twisted off the caps and each took a sip. "So, what about?"

"The game."

"Okay, and what about the game?"

"Well, the condition for victory specifically. It's hard to remember whether to win, you have to trigger all three of the others, or if you're just the one who doesn't get triggered in the end."

Wil shrugged. "Don't suppose it matters in the end. If you're the only one who hasn't been triggered, you can get everyone else's trigger just by asking." He raised a brow. "Why? Did you get Johan and Adam both?"

The lion nodded, unable to stop himself from grinning. "And Johan got you."

Wil didn't take the news as the lion expected. He looked sort of bemused, and scratched his chin.

"Well that explains why my ass was sore after we went minigolfing, but I thought he'd have the decency to let me remember something like that. But what you're saying right now is that you've got everybody's triggers, right?"

The tiger reclined, mere inches from the lion sitting next to him on the couch.

"Just about. And I'm going to do it to you."

"Okay then." Wil took a swig of his drink. "What for?"

"What for?" Lukas repeated.

"Well you don't need the money. Johan and Adam were in it for the money, and you seem more like a guy who likes getting tied up more than a dom. Why bother at this point?"

Lukas narrowed his eyes. "I'm going to turn the three of you into my permanent slaves, Slee--"

Wil reached out and grabbed the lion's crotch, giving it a firm fondling, enough to cut that sentence short. Lukas shivered and let out a soft moan, his muscles relaxing as he felt the pleasure of his touch-related trigger wash over him.

The tiger snatched the beer from the lion's grip and took a swig from that too.

"See, Luke, that's the kind of thinking that landed our previous doms in jail." Wil said.

Lukas nodded, looking at the tiger with lust, but listening intently.

"You and me, from the beginning, we were in it for the sex. That's partially why you won, I think." The tiger stood up and went to drain the bottles of beer and recycle them. "The other guys didn't want it the way we did. But you let your head get all full of dumb take-over-the-world ideas." He walked back to the couch and settled back down, looking at the pacified, submissive lion.

"How'd you know miiine?" Lukas asked with lilting syllables, smiling sweetly at the tiger.

Wil chuckled. "You told me, course. Indirectly though." He pulled out his phone from his pocket. "Not that it'll be much use, but here's some advice: Always keep an eye on your competitor's technology."

He thumbed through a couple screens and then played a voice recording.

"Very nice. Fitting for him. What trigger did he know?" Lukas' voice came out of the tiny speaker

"He believed the trigger he received to belong to you." A triggered Johan responded.

"Well, if my math is right, that's correct."

Wil stopped the recording.

"See? I was expecting to have to figure it out based on deduction from what I knew and whatever I learned from this recording, but you JUST TOLD ME that I had your trigger from the beginning. I mean, honestly, it's hilarious considering all the planning I did. Still, good that I left it recording for so long."

Lukas nodded and smiled, listening to the tiger.

"This would have been a lot more fun to reveal if I didn't have to trigger you so quickly. Anyway, let's get the party started. Call Adam and Johan and get them over here."

It took another hour to get the others to arrive, but it was easy to trigger each of them as they arrived. With the three of them docile and obedient, Wil ordered them to kneel in front of him.

The tiger crossed his arms and looked down at the obedient lion, bull and wolf, grinning.

"I want all of you to override your programming. Forget all of it. Just let it go completely, and take the words I'm giving you as your new programming.

"One. You love sex, particularly with me."

"Yes sir." They each responded in unison.

"Two. You love to dominate when you're having sex. Treat me like a slave or a pet. Give me your favorite fetishes. But never allow it to take over either of our lives."

"Yes sir." They said.

"Three. At least once a week, you'll meet with me and trigger me, and we'll fuck. At least once a month, we will all meet and have a foursome."

"Yes sir."

"Just let go of everything else and embrace that, okay?"

The tiger looked over the three of them again. Sure, it was a gamble to try and pull something like this off, but he managed it. He got them to willingly give their triggers away, and he found a way to learn each of them. And now he had three separate doms who knew his trigger and would never abuse it the way his professor did.

He was set for life.

"Stand up." He said, and they obeyed.

"When I snap my fingers, you will each wake up and trigger me. Understood?"

"Yes sir."

Wil snapped his fingers. Seeing them all return to full consciousness made him start to slip back into trance purely in anticipation. The three of them blinked a few times, then looked at each other, smirking. Then, in unison one last time:

"Sleepy Kitten."

END