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Reasons, I had come to realize, have polarity, like electricity. There is a "why" pole and a "why not" pole, and they are quite proper opposites. The "why" pole attracts, providing you with reasons that tell you to do something, to make something happen, to provide reasons to shore up your decision to take action. The "why not" pole repels, with reasons that stop action, deny making something happen, or even to become involved in anything at all.

Strangely, they aren't exactly opposites - or perhaps I should say that they do have the ability to work in similar ways. When being unable to come up with reasons to do something, one is likely to employ the opposite approach and say, "Are there reasons not to do something?" Indecision invariably runs toward the idea of doing something; if you can't find reasons either to do or not to do something, the phrase "Why not?" always pushes us into doing something... and therefore into trouble.

None of these thoughts were particularly comforting as I contemplated my situation. It's one thing to make this sort of decision when one is inebriated or otherwise not thinking clearly. I didn't have any of that for an excuse. No booze, no drugs, no emotional traumas, not a single thing I could blame other than the idea that I just couldn't think of a reason not to get myself stripped naked, trussed like a Thanksgiving turkey, and completely dependent upon the kindness of my lover, who insisted that I really would enjoy what he had in mind for me. It was to include two other guys, and the look on my lover's face was so thoroughly lascivious as to convince me that someone was going to have one helluva good time.

I wasn't in heat, so there were no pregnancy issues on my part; that, you see, would have provided a very obvious "not" polarity. No, this was a combination of curiosity and ordinary randiness. A lady does have her desires, and Roland had been very good about satisfying them. (I assume the reverse was true, as he did keep coming back for more.) I trusted Roland - he'd had me partly tied up before, and it worked out well (oh ye gods, it worked out really well) - and I figured that this couldn't be anything so horrifyingly different that I wouldn't be able to get some kind of enjoyment out of it, so I tried to give it the benefit of the doubt and surrender myself to whatever was going to happen this evening.

It's when you're given time to think about what could happen that you begin to wonder if there was perhaps a reason to change your mind. And to realize that it's a wee bit too late for that.

Three guys. I did the math. All at once? All that meat going into three different orifices at the same time could cause sufficient changes in the air pressure inside by body to blow me apart like a popped balloon. Not that it wouldn't be a fun way to go. Oh, come on, I've seen porn vids myself; I wasn't an ignorant little vixen. It's just that, in the position that they'd tied me into, I wasn't sure that all of my access ports would be available without some particularly curious contortions. I began to wonder if Roland's friends weren't yoga masters or something.

Sounds from the next room. I guessed that the curtain was going up, and I was the main attraction.

Roland stepped into the bedroom first, all 6'2" of slim, muscled, naked fox. Various parts of me twitched involuntarily as he walked toward the bed. "Hey, babe," he said in a low drawl that would have made Barry White drool. "I thought you might want to meet a couple of friends of mine."

In walked a pair of magnificent muscular malamutes, also naked, one with brown fur above his soft creamy white fur, and the other with gray, their markings close enough to make them appear to be related. Roland indicated the brown-furred fellow first. "This is Iqniq, whose name means fire, like a meteor's tail. And this is Anatkok, whose name means shaman. They're true Inuit; I met them during my travels last summer. Before you ask, yes, they've run the Iditarod - twice."

"Forgive me for not rising to meet you," I said, as pert as you please.

"Roland explained that you might be a little..." The brown malamute looked to his friend and shook his head. "I can't say it, can you?"

"Not on a bet."

Roland sat near me on the bed and proffered a kiss to my muzzle. "What do you think, love? Aren't they handsome fellows?"

"Very," I said. I began to think that perhaps this was going to be a good idea after all. "Of course, I can't change my mind at this point, can I?"

"I'd never hurt you. Tease you, yes, but never hurt you." My handsome fox smiled. "When I found out that my friends were going to be in town this week, I thought it would be good to introduce you. They're very important to me. And I know that you are all right with the idea of sharing."

"Becoming more convinced every minute," I said, feeling myself warming up to the occasion quite nicely. "Are you fellahs going to step closer and look at your new play toy?"

The malamutes looked at each other, seeming confused. Roland patted my shoulder gently. "I didn't make it clear, sweetie. You're not their plaything tonight."

As I tried to process that sentence in my brain, Roland got up, walked over to the malamutes, and began kissing them both on the muzzle. In mere moments, the three of them were standing close together, kissing, touching, groping, fondling, and generally making quite a threesome of their own. I might as well have had a ball gag in my mouth for all the words that I was able to croak out.

The shaman lay on the foot of the bed, his huge member fully out of its sheath and pointed skyward. Roland knelt near the edge of the bed, with the fire dog grabbing the base of his tail in one forepaw and using the other to guide his own fat cock into my lover's tail-hole. Roland gripped the shaman's wand, looking over at me, grinning. "Enjoy the show," he said, and then hilted the pup into his muzzle.

"Roland!" I shouted. "Why are you doing this?!"

The shaman looked at me and winked. "Why not?"