Better Than an Autograph (OLD)

Story by Ceeb on SoFurry

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This was first published jut over a year ago, and it is a poorly-aged piece for my friend FA: stripes which features a tall and studly iteration of his main character, his in-character boyfriend Cobbie, and Floyd, his fictional porn studio's camerman, editor, and resident hot geek - who is also Desmond's best friend.

I'm uploading this because I want to upload the sequel, too, which is a much more recent piece. Eventually, I may upload my older works, just so people can see how far I've come.

Desmond and writing (C) me

Floyd, Stripes, and Cobbie (C) FA: stripes

Illustration (C) FA: o-kemono


Desmond threw open the door to his apartment, then shoved it closed behind him, walking towards the shower to an imaginary heavenly choir. There were three reasons this was a fantastic day; it was Friday, so no more toiling for the library for another two whole days, he was going to go out with one of his best friends later, and most importantly, he'd finished torrenting the latest Team Muscle offering, the tod's preferred pornographic production company. First things first, though, the vulpine slid out of his stuffy khaki uniform and enjoyed an hour long hot soak in the bathtub. As if to spoil the fox's relaxation, his cell phone blared for his attention, and with a sigh, the sore foxcoon reached for it. He intended to just blow it off, but then he saw the name on the screen: Kraatz, Floyd, along with a cheerful snapshot of the red fox. Just the man Desmond was hoping to hear from!

The fox answered the phone, ending the godawful, heavily-compressed ringtone, holding the device up to his face. "Hey buddy, I was about to call you." There was a little laugh at the other end, and then Floyd replied, in a bashful way, "Ah, were you?" Then came the usual smalltalk, which, being conducted by a pair of foxes, degenerated into little sexual nothings before very long. The conversation hit its' peak when Desmond said "I just finished torrenting the new Team Muscle video. I guess it's some kinda early leak. Looks pretty promising too, s'got that zebra dude I like in it." There was a long and uncomfortable silence, but Floyd shrugged it off; even as the chief technician, cameraman, and editor for the studio, it wasn't like he could just turn in his best friend. Not in good conscience, at least, though he couldn't help but think Desmond wouldn't have mentioned that if he knew. "So, hey, want to go hang out? Maybe get a couple of drinks, then get naked in the backseat of my car?" As shy as he was, Floyd could out-pervert the foxcoon if he tried. Of course Desmond didn't refuse, but he had a few hours before Floyd would be off work. Just enough time to enjoy that new movie, which, after drying off and spending half an hour brushing his hair just right, he sat down to watch. In place of the movie staples like popcorn and a soda, the fox had lubricant and Kleenex, because only barbarians came into their used socks. Porn night was a classy occasion.

Desmond dressed for the cool mid-Summer night and left his apartment at 5:30 sharp, walking down the street in the twilight with his paws in his cutoff jean-shorts' pockets, shorts that displayed his slender, feminine legs in an all too obvious way. If it were more of a queer-beatin' kind of city, he would've been inviting trouble at that hour, but his hometown had always been wonderfully safe, a small miracle in such a rabid world. A twenty-minute walk took him up to his foxy's friend's place of employment, an innocuous and unmarked production company. He'd stood outside of it a hundred times waiting for Floyd, but he had never been inside, mainly because the building just looked so unfathomably dull and stuffy. No, it was better to just sit at the bench outside, which he always did, and this was no exception. He looked out into the throbbing city, watching countless identical cars stuck in stop-and-go gridlock, but he was taking in the beauty of the setting sun glistening off of every highly-polished window on every skyscraper. Beautiful city.

Desmond at last heard the shuffle of the front swinging door, and Floyd sat down beside the foxcoon, smiling in his irrepressably friendly way. "Dressing classy for me, huh? You only break out the Daisy Dukes when you wanna get some." He teased, twisting his smile into a playful grin, which Desmond returned, shrugging off the barb. "I always get some from you, I mean, let's not forget that you're a fox too." Floyd huffed in exaggerated offense and waved dismissively at the smart-mouthed foxcoon, then crossed his legs, relaxing on the wooden bench. "Long day, sweetheart?" Desmond asked sweetly, cuddling up against the athletic red fox, who shrugged in response, wrapping an arm around the smaller foxcoon. Truth was, he was troubled as to how their newest video had been leaked. Floyd always thought they ran a water-tight operation, but he'd have to rethink that. While a little miffed at Desmond for downloading it in the first place, the foxcoon had indirectly warned him about the problem. Just putting on a convincing smile, he said "Yeah, you know. Just a long day." With that, he gave the foxcoon a genuinely affectionate smooch on the forehead, and stopped to sniff at his hair. Desmond always used some very pleasant shampoos, and on this occasion, the twink smelled of mangoes.

After some idle snuggling, Floyd stood up with Desmond, and he lead the younger, smaller fox to his car. A nice sports car, powerful but still modest, not unlike himself. Groping around his pockets, the fox huffed and glanced at the studio. "Ah, forgot my keys... Hold on, Dez." Shrugging, Desmond waited, watching the orange half-circle disappear over the horizon, squinting at the sight. A moment later, he heard the door slide open behind him, and he turned, expecting to see Floyd, plus keys. What the vulpine got was quite a shock, as a handsome, tall zebra whom he was intimately familiar with stepped out. Desmond just had to do a double take, but there was no mistaking that he was looking at the Stripes of Team Muscle, followed shortly after by Cobbie, the cobra of the studio. He was just a few inches shorter than the zebra, matching him in musculature, but he was a thousand times more intimidating. That flared hood and intense eyes exhibited a clear danger, though it was most definitely a sexy one.

The ordinarily calm foxcoon went into full fanboy mode, walking right up to the pair, and immediately, he put his paws on the zebra's washboard stomach, barely concealed by a plain white t-shirt. "Oh my god I love you!" He said, managing to vomit the words out in only three syllables, his face pulled into a disbelieving grin, as though he'd just hit the stud lottery. "Hi to you too." Stripes chuckled, patting the fox's head. "A fan I take it, huh?" Desmond purred and nearly melted at the benign patting, before clinging to the zebra. "Oh, definitely!" Yet, as soon as he latched on to the zebra, there was a gruff, attention-grabbing "Ah-hem!" from the cobra, and Desmond released Stripes from his fanatical bearhug, looking over at the snake. The tod's expression, with his ears flat and his smile gone, very much said "What'd I do?"

Reading the fox's face like a book, the snake folded his arms and hissed warningly. "That zebra you were hugging there belongs to me, kid." Despite the words, his face was twisted into a devious smirk. It looked remarkably lewd, and Desmond had seen it a dozen times in the films; seeing it in person nearly made him swoon. "Sorry..." The fox said sheepishly, but Stripes patted his back reassuringly. "I belong to him, yeah, but you can still touch. Now, sucking and bending over for me, then you have to ask his permission." He grinned coyly as he teased the fox, though considering what a cute little fag he was dealing with, the equine would've gladly made good on it. Contrasting with Stripes' affection, Cobbie spoke down to the young fox, lashing his tail behind him. "So what do you want, autographs or something? I don't do that." Reaching out, the snake clutched the sissy's chin, forcing him to make eye contact, nearly making the fox swoon yet again. "Might give a little fox like you a lesson or two in how to treat his superiors, though..." Cobbie mused, grinning broadly at the foxcoon, once more folding his thick arms across his chest. As if hoping for the zebra to save him, Desmond looked up at Stripes, who just shrugged and chuckled. "Hey, I can only control him so much. If you want me, you gotta kiss his ass first. Maybe literally, but probably not."

Before Cobbie could menace the little queer any further, Floyd stepped out of the studio, setting the security as he did, a handy function he'd programmed his smartphone with. He stepped around the wall of muscle that was the cobra to see Desmond, blushing and intimidated, and he grinned mischeviously. "Aw, I didn't want you to find out like this, Dezzy." Floyd chuckled, patting the foxcoon's shoulder. "So, when you said you were a cameraman...?" Desmond mumbled, trailing off into an adorably-implied question, and Floyd nodded, cracking a little smile. "Yep! That's right, Desmond. I film these guys boning."

Stripes crossed his arms idly, glancing at the foxcoon, before looking at Floyd. "This cute little guy's a friend of yours, huh? We ought to borrow him one of these days." The zebra grinned impishly, and Floyd, teasing poor little Desmond, scratched at his own chin thoughtfully. "I dunno, I mean, we've met our twink-fucking movie quota for this quarter." Cobbie stepped close to the fox, flicking his tongue in a manner that was pure intimidation, trailing a thick finger up the masked fox's neck and chin, making the small vulpine shudder and blush. "I figure he meant for... Personal uses. You know, when the camera's off, and we do the really nasty shit." Even Floyd blushed at the thought, and as sexy as he knew it would be to watch Desmond get nailed by the two hunks, they had a fun evening of their own planned. "Sometime, sure, but tonight this foxcoon and I have a date." Just briefly, Desmond looked up at Floyd with an expression not unlike a scornful child who had just been told "No, you can't have a cookie."

With that, Stripes and Cobbie left for their apartment, while Desmond and Floyd drove off to the local gaybar, a quaint place with good drinks and decent music. More importantly, the foxcoon was fucking the bartender, and so he could get himself and his friends free liquor. It didn't take them long to get there and find seats at the counter, and the usual bartender set down the usual drinks for the foxes; gay martinis without much alcohol content, more for the taste and spectacle than anything else. "Thanks, babe." Desmond purred to the barkeep, a handsome hyena wearing very little besides skintight leather pants. On top of that, he had obnoxiously loud contact lenses, which gave him bright, rainbow-colored eyes; Desmond and Floyd tended to call them his "gay-beams." Aside from those attention-getting lenses, he was admittedly a rather cute, if not twinkish hyena boy, a far cry from the pudgy boys Desmond tended to chase around, an unusual fact Floyd had made note of. Nonetheless, given his girly figure, it wasn't hard to imagine him giving it up for the handsome foxcoon. Tonight, however, there was only one booty the foxcoon wanted to plunder, and it was parked on a barstool right next to him.

After enjoying a few martinis with one another, just enough liquor to develop a tiny buzz, the amorous foxes leaned into one another and lazily cuddled at the counter, nuzzling and kissing each other's muzzles, and they spoke quietly, whispers that were inaudible over the pulsating music. "Let's go out to your car..." Desmond said, grinning mischeviously, and Floyd grinned back, giving his younger friend a little kiss on the nose. "Sure, c'mon."

The pesky thing about sleek, modern sports cars was the nearly nonexistant backseat, but what was ordinarily a sex-killer was merely a challenge to a pair of buzzed, horny foxes. Desmond and Floyd had defiled the backseat of that car oh so many times, and now was no different. The foxcoon slipped in first, and Floyd came after, pulling the door shut behind him. With the tinted glass, it was impossible to see inside, but neither of the foxes could care any less if anybody watched. As shy as he was, Floyd was desensitized to exhibitionism for reasons obvious, and Desmond was just a slut.

As they squirmed out of their shorts, Desmond kissed and nibbled at Floyd's neck, who presented it willingly with a cute moan. "Hey, Desmond... You ever think of doing this in the front seat?" With a shake of his head, Desmond replied "Nah." Squirming over top of the older fox, he possessively mounted Floyd, lewdly dry-humping that taut ass with his sheath. "I've tried getting laid with a gear shifter up my ass, it's not as pleasant as you'd think." He said with a mischevious grin. Floyd groaned at the sensation, pushing back into his younger friend's insistent, domineering humping, closing his eyes when he felt the warm, throbbing flesh of his shaft slipping free. "Well, if you don't like having something up your ass, I guess nobody would, huh?"

"Shush, you..." Desmond purred, slipping his shaft between the athletic fox's ass cheeks, penetrating his tight tail hole in one swift motion. Floyd gasped and arched his back, nuzzling into the leather seats, and Desmond nibbled lovingly upon his nape, starting to breed his friend's tight, hot rear at a quick pace, panting and huffing all the while. Beneath him, the older fox groaned and shuddered in absolute pleasure, giving it up for the foxcoon. He wrapped his long, bushy tail around the long-haired fox, while his own length rubbed into the expensive, smooth seats underneath, smearing the material with his pre. "Ah... This is why I like hanging around with you, Dezzy..."

"You like hanging around with anybody that'll fuck you. I'm a fox too, I know what goes on in your head." Desmond grinned maliciously as he briskly fucked the other fox, huffing into his ears. Using what little room there was, he reached around and took hold of Floyd's own shaft, a few inches longer than his own, but entirely human, and he began to stroke it hard and fast, keeping a tight grip on it with his soft, loving paw. The red fox grunted and arched his back, pushing his shapely ass back into Desmond's pistoning hips. The foxcoon fucked his friend with everything he had, slamming his swollen knot up against the other tod's snug butthole again and again, squeezing and stroking his aching dick. "Oh, shit...! Dez!" Floyd hissed, gritting his teeth as he let loose with a powerful orgasm, making a mess of the seat. The raccoon-fox grinned as he felt Floyd's rear clench down on him with that unmistakable orgasmic reflex, and while his older friend panted and huffed as he entered his afterglow, Desmond forced his thick knot in, tying Floyd like a breeding bitch. The red fox yelped from the sheer size of it, something he'd never gotten used to, but in time, it became pure pleasure, especially as the foxcoon's hot, thick seed shot into him.

With their lusts satisfied, the two foxes awkwardly spooned in the cramped backseat, purring and growling to one another in affection and friendship. Closing his eyes, Desmond laid his chin on top of Floyd's head, who flattened his ears. "Mmm... Hey, Desmond?" Giving Floyd's ear a gentle lick, Desmond replied "Mmhm?" The red fox flicked his ear, then asked, with a curious tone, "Do you know how to get jizz out of a leather seat?"

The next day, Desmond called Floyd well before the evening, which was the usual time they met to stick things in each other, and the red fox knew exactly what his younger friend wanted before he even answered the phone. Taking a break from closing off the security holes in the studio's network, he answered his phone with a cheeky "No, they just got done filming. At least let them shower first, you slut." With an utterly disappointed huff, Desmond asked when he might try calling again, and Floyd chuckled, rubbing his forehead. "Look, I'll give them your number. Thing is, I'm probably gonna be working all night editing, so don't expect me to play middleman. In other words, if you piss Cobbie off, it's your ass. Literally. I'm not saving you." Though there was playfulness in his voice, Floyd was dead serious, and Desmond took the hint. "Alright. Thanks, baby." As he disconnected, Floyd just shook his head and snickered to himself, wondering if the foxcoon knew just what kind of trouble he was getting into...

Desmond stayed close to his phone that night, blowing off drinks and sex with two of his best friends, with the ambigious excuse that he was waiting for "a really important phonecall." Then again, for a slutty, twenty-one year old fox, it really was. Right around seven o'clock, his phone crudely sang It's Rainin' Men for him until he answered it, and on the other end was the masculine, pleasing voice of the zebra he'd jerked off to dozens of times. "Hey, this is... Desmond, right?" The foxcoon's heart fluttered at the very thought that his porn-celebrity crush was calling for him by name; his first porn star booty call! It would be legendary on his next girls' night out. "Yeah, this is Desmond, or Dez, or... Whatever you wanna call me, baby." The fox giggled like a schoolgirl, blushing a deep red, and if there had been a curly cord attached to his phone, you can bet your ass he would've been adorably, idly wrapping it around his finger. "Heh, alright, Dez. Well, my cameraman told me you've been hoping to, uh, have a sleepover with me and my ball and chain, is that true?" With his tail swishing behind him, Desmond answered with a sweet "Mmhmm..." The zebra chuckled, and went on to casually invite Desmond over for the night, an invitation that, of course, he accepted.

The fox was surprised to find out the two studs lived in an apartment block that wasn't even a five minute walk away. In fact, he had seen their car parked outside of it for months, but never ran across them by luck. It was a thought he would've put more energy into if his mind wasn't fixed on the prospect of getting his lips wrapped around a pair of swollen, dripping dicks that night. Before he knocked on the door to their room, he took a look at himself in the bathroom mirror, fixing his hair, taking a few minutes to twist some of it into his trademark braid. The twink straightened his jeans, tugged a wrinkle out of his shirt, and then took in his appearance, admiring himself, as it were. He was in full skank mode, wearing a tight, short shirt that covered just past his nipples, leaving much of his inoffensively slender, molestable torso lewdly bare, and his tightest jeans that clutched his fine ass in a denim deathgrip. Blowing himself a kiss, the slut of a fox went to the door, sucked in a deep breath, and knocked.

A heart-stopping thirty seconds later, and the door swung open, revealing another door made of broad shoulders and ripped muscles, contained by a sinfully tight jersey. The cobra looked down at Desmond with an unmistakably interested look of lust in his eye, and a malicious grin on his face. His cold eyes took full inventory of the slut before him, and his hood flared in a fully-intentional show of power and domination. Normally such a collected and calm creature, Desmond shook and blushed as Cobbie undressed him with his gaze alone, and it pleased the scaled stud immmeasurably. Reaching out with a powerful hand, he clutched the fox by the scruff, his god-given handle, and he took the twink inside, shutting the door.

With his prey just where he wanted it, Cobbie lifted the fox by the shoulders and pinned him to the wall, then he leaned low, hissing as he flicked his long, split tongue over the tod's neck, both menacing and teasing the young twink. With unexpected affection, he kissed the vulpine on the lips, then gently butted his head into that slender chest, nuzzling into the soft, cuddly fur afterwards. "You and I both knew it'd come to this, foxboy... Since the first moment I laid eyes on you, we both knew you'd be at my door, wanting to be my cocksock." Grinning broadly, he nipped at the tod's cheek, making the transfixed fox squeak. "Well?" With his ears flattened, instinctively expecting the cobra to eat him whole, Desmond nodded slowly, and that nonverbal response was enough for Cobbie. Nibbling along the foxcoon's beautiful body, he bit on that skanky shirt and pulled it up to the tod's neck, then flicked his tongue across Desmond's exposed, stiffened nipples. As domineering as he was, Cobbie knew how to tease and please, all for the sake of getting his partners as pliable as he wanted them to be.

Out from the hall came the zebra, damp from a shower, with a terry cloth towel wrapped around his hip. "Had to start eating without me, eh?" The stud teased, stepping closer to the two males. Cobbie didn't even look back at the stallion, keeping the fox pinned and afraid. "It's your fault for going to take a shower anyway... You know you're just gonna get filthy with this dirty little fox anyway. Shit, I bet he gets off on musky, smelly guys." Desmond said nothing, just blushing, hiding his face incriminatingly, and both studs grinned briefly. "Either way, be nice to our guest. Care for a drink, Desmond?" Stripes offered with a friendly smile, and the cobra set the twink down with a disappointed huff. When the zebra headed into the kitchen, Cobbie took hold of the foxcoon as he turned to follow Stripes, pulling him close by the hips. With a lewd hiss, he dipped his forked tongue into one of the vulpine's tender ears, and pressed the hefty bulge in his jeans against that fine, gay ass of his, grinding for all of ten seconds before turning the little slut loose, with the whispered words: "You're lucky he came when he did, little skank..."

The fox made his way into the kitchen soon after Cobbie let go of him, though the cobra disappeared for the time being, leaving his prey with Stripes. The zebra already had a menagerie of liquors and wines out, and he gestured to them; all top-shelf stuff, no shit whiskey or gas station wine. "Help yourself. Just don't get wasted unless you want to wake up pinned between a couple of hot, sweaty studs in the morning." With a mischevious grin, Desmond went about mixing himself a screwdriver, his mixed beverage of choice when he wasn't in a faggoty gaybar setting. "So, I bet you guys, uh, entertain a lot of fans like me, huh?" Desmond asked, pouring a glass quarter-full with orange juice, and three-quarters with vodka. The zebra smirked when he saw how strong the sissy mixed his drinks, then shrugged at the question. "Not really. I could count them all on one hand. Never know what slutty foxes like you might have, you know. No offense, of course." The stallion leaned back against the counter, folding his arms. "But Floyd said you're clean, cool, and shameless." Taking a sip of his poorly-balanced drink, Desmond shivered and said: "Guilty as charged."

After small-talk and a drink each, Stripes pulled Desmond right into a deep kiss, licking over the foxcoon's studded tongue, stroking down that slender body with his big, powerful paws. Like a cat, Desmond's back arched to the stallion's touch, and his tail swished in simple pleasure. As gentle and caring as the zebra was, Desmond almost felt as though he was in the middle of a sexy good cop/bad cop scene, not that the sissy minded it. Pressing himself close to the striped stud, he was rewarded with a strong, but loving paw on his posterior, squeezing upon his taut cheeks. Breaking the short-lived kiss, the zebra chuckled and nibbled on the vulpine's ear. "Jeez, these pants painted on or something?" With a sheepish grin, Desmond stroked down the stallion's broad, nude chest, purring softly. "I have a nice ass, and I like to show it off. What can I say?" With a smirk, Stripes patted the fox's fine, gay ass. "At least you're honest."

Picking the foxcoon up like a bride, Stripes carried the sweet young thing off to the bedroom, smiling to himself at the way the sissy fox almost instinctively pressed close. Cute, but not cute enough to save himself from a fucking. Cobbie laid in plain view, making absolutely no effort to hide his now-nude body; it was a body Desmond had seen hundreds of times, but in person, he was another beast entirely. The moment Stripes set him down, the foxboy climbed on the bed, crawling closer to the snake with intent to lick and worship, but like the dangerous predator that he was, Cobbie hissed, narrowing his eyes and flaring his hood in a show of dominance to the small fox. On an instinctive level, Desmond flattened out and pinned back his ears, and that's when the cobra struck, grabbing the fox, pinning the little queer under his weight, belly-down. With a lewd grin, Stripes sat and watched his boyfriend have his way with the foxcoon, nipping and nibbling upon his ears and scruff, furthering the cold, loveless molestation he'd begun earlier. There were no words, and no need for them, as there was no question as to the fox's submission.

Desmond was still clothed, but it didn't stop Cobbie from grinding his swollen, blunt cock against that snug vulpine ass, smearing the denim with viscous precum, letting his tail lash behind him in dominaneering delight. In much the same way that not all canines had knotted dicks, Cobbie was adorned with only one cock, but at a size to rival his stallion mate, it was more than enough to get the job done. Desmond certainly agreed, pushing back into the snake's cruel, teasing dry-humping with a needy whine, one that the stud answered with a venomous hiss, right in his ear. "You know what, sissy? I don't think you want this cock badly enough..." Cobbie said to the shivering, dominated foxcoon, squeezing his shoulders tightly. "Now, I really don't care... I'm gonna fuck you until you taste jizz in the back of your throat. You're just gonna wait and sweat like a good girl." Pushing off the fox, Cobbie stood and collected a neatly-wound silk rope, made especially for restraining cock-hungry faggots like Desmomd.

With damning compliance, Desmond let the cobra tie him into the chair, and then watched as one of the pair's filthy films came to life before his eyes. Shedding his towel, Stripes pulled the snake close in a passionate, noisy kiss, sucking and slurping face with the cobra, grinding his stiff stallion dick against the snake's own. Closing his eyes and groaning pleasantly for his zebra, Cobbie took hold of both shafts in one big, strong hand, squeezing and stroking the length of them hard and fast, while his free hand came to rest on the horse's hip. Desmond watched the shameless frottage, panting and blushing a deep red, while his own swollen, knotted dick throbbed against the inside of his jeans, begging for attention that it wasn't going to get just yet.

In a show of submission only Stripes knew, Cobbie soon knelt and gulped the stallion's cock down into his maw and throat, bobbing and sucking upon that swollen shaft while groping and otherwise molesting that tight ass of his. Stripes grinned and stroked over his snake's hooded head with genuine affection and appreciation, and with a pleasant hiss, Cobbie pushed his muzzle down more and more, taking that big, black cock further into his tight throat, an impressive feat, but not so much when you considered his species was one known for swallowing creatures whole; gulping down horsecock was just a perverse use of a natural talent.

Desmond squirmed in his bonds, blushing a bright red, whining helplessly as the two studs enjoyed one another, letting him hang out to dry without a care. Indeed, they gladly ignored the young fox, or so it seemed, but in truth, being the skilled performers they were, the handsome studs were paying close attention to their guest, loving every little shift of pitch in his whines, and the light scent of his musk. They wanted the sissy foxcoon as hot and bothered as they could get him; they wanted his loins to burn, and they wanted his brain full of fuck.

Panting in desperation, Desmond plead with the beautiful studs. "Come on... Please, quit teasing me..." With a deceptively disinterested glance at the fox, Stripes grinned and patted his lover's head, and as the cobra pulled up and off his now soaked, glistening meat, the zebra leaned down, whispering to him, telling the snake a plan that, based on the snake's hissing, mischevious snicker, Cobbie liked the sound of. Without another word between the two of them, the cobra stood and straddled the fox's prone, seated body, forcing his swollen, black, human shaft into the snivelling twink's muzzle, shutting him up in a most pleasant way. The fox simply squeaked, looking up at Cobbie with flushed cheeks and wide eyes, and the snake took hold of his ears like they were handlebars. "You can do something useful with that mouth besides piss and moan about being left out. Besides, this is pretty much all you foxes are good for, right?" As he spoke, that ever-present lewd grin dominated his face, and he started to force the vulpine to bob that muzzle, tugging threateningly on his ears, offering pain in return for disobedience. It wouldn't come to that; not with Desmond.

As his mate made almost casual use of their guest's face, Stripes mounted the cobra, sliding his enormous equine dick between the snake's taut ass cheeks, hotdogging him for a few hot moments, before slowly pressing his manhood deep into that snug, inviting tail hole that only he was given the honor to touch; with his cock, anyway. Though the stallion was enormous, it was a stretch Cobbie was used to, and one he enjoyed. With a pleasant hiss, he pressed his muscular rear back, only accelerating the zebra's penetration, and very soon, that obscene, flared cock was buried entirely. Stripes held on tightly to the cobra's hips, and in return, Cobbie squeezed harder upon Desmond's ears, twisting a sharp yelp from the twink, but he kept all other complaints to himself. Slowly, the two studs began to rock their hips, making a beautiful, if not short man-train out of themselves, with Desmond as a helpless but well-loved caboose. What more could a nasty little fox ask for?

Soon, Stripes nibbled on the cobra's neck and shoulder in a domineering, yet loving way, a sensation the snake enjoyed from only the stud delivering it. "I have to admit, as much of a slut this sissy probably is, he's got one tight throat on him..." Cobbie hissed, looking down upon the vulpine with his bulging, blushing cheeks, taking delight at the sight of the slobber running down his chin. Stripes ground his shaft into the cobra in a particularly fierce thrust, shaking an uncharacteristic gasp and shudder out of the domineering snake. Undeterred from his perverted thoughts, the snake contintued. "Mmn, I bet that cute ass of his is even tighter..." Stripes merely smirked, kissing his cheek. "I bet it is. Dibs." Releasing the fox's ears, Cobbie put ont powerful paw on the fox's head, threading his fingers through that pretty hair, and he clutched the sissy's chin with the other, exerting that much more control on the vulpine. With a huff, he bucked back against the zebra, then forced his cock balls-deep up into the faggot's face, making him grunt. "Why call dibs? Why don't we both fuck him? You know... At the same time." With that, Desmond looked up at the studs with what had to be fear, and disbelief... And a little bit of interest. Stripes shook his head, however, grinning subtly. "Hey, I'm sure this kid's good, just not that good."

For a time, there were no more words. The two studs huffed and panted, fucking each other and the young fox, and their passionate, masculine grunts easily drowned out the sissy vulpine's whimpering and mumbling around the cobra's cock. Like a dripping faucet, Cobbie fed the fox with his musky, thick precum, and in much the same way, Stripes oozed his own into the cobra's tight ass, serving to nicely lubricate the rough, unrelenting sex, though truthfully, he was just warming up for the foxcoon later on. Yet, even as much as he was holding back, the handsome zebra found himself reeling from a familiar tingling in his loins, and soon, with a deep grunt, he clenched his square jaw and buried himself in the cobra, spilling a thick load of his man juice, getting a grunt and a hiss from his boyfriend, who coiled his tail around the stallion's torso, holding him close, giving Desmond's throat a temporary break.

After a few tense moments, Stripes soon came into his afterglow, and he stroked down the cobra's front with a pleasant rumbling in his chest. Cobbie hissed softly, pushing into the affection in a manner that was uncharacteristic, to say the least, before releasing the stud from his tail's grasp. "Done already, huh?" The surly snake asked, looking back with a grin, though Stripes grinned right back, shaking his head. "What can I say, your ass gets me off nicely... I'll be joining you two again, just not yet." Slipping free of the cobra's rear, the zebra seated himself on the bed, watching shamelessly from the sidelines, resting his head on a pillow, eager to see what would come of the helpless vulpine.

Despite just having a load blasted into his ass, Cobbie was as dominant as ever; perhaps even more so as he jerked his shaft free of the fox's muzzle, and before the sissy even stopped gasping, he viciously cracked the tod across the face with his saliva-dripping, musky, throbbing pride. Not content with just one slap, the cobra gave him another, then another, alternating cheeks as he did; and just so he didn't end on an odd number, he smacked Desmond a fourth time, then lewdly rubbed his shaft along the length of that stinging, sullied face, hissing lowly all the while, letting his tongue flick in that oh so intimidating, reptilian way. Despite his outward look of fear and apprehension, Desmond was in a state of sexual bliss he couldn't begin to categorize, though it was hard to tell if Cobbie knew, or if he didn't, and had no interest in the fox's emotions. It was probably both.

Even if Stripes wasn't such a domineering lover himself, and even if he didn't show it, the zebra was deeply aroused at the sight of his mate abusing the fox like so, turning him into an absolutely shameless and worthless cockbitch, suitable only for sucking jism out of strange men and begging to be slapped on the face with it afterwards. Only after Cobbie was thoroughly satisfied with the coating of precum and musk on the young bitch's face did he untie the twink of a fox, snapping his fingers when the creature stood. One command, one insult. "Undress, bitch." The bitch undressed with absolute compliance, and the cobra grinned, patting the sissy's head derisively. No kind words, just a gesture of affection a dog's master would show. It was a fitting analogy.

Furthering that analogy, like a dog owner with tablescraps, Cobbie had something the fox would abandon all dignity and self-worth over, and he knew it. The snake had absolute, boner-inducing power over the sissy, and he fully intended to abuse it. Pinning the fox down to the bed, not a foot from the relaxing zebra, Cobbie pressed the young thing face-down into the plush comforters and started to mercilessly hotdog that delightfully taut, faggoty ass, grinding his thick, black cock between Desmond's ass cheeks with such casual, sick grace that, even if the fox hadn't seen it on film a hundred times, he would've instantly known that he was one of countless sissy boys the snake had laid claim to, a fact he was most definitely alright with.

Nipping firmly upon the fox's quivering, perked ears, the snake delivered a venomous hiss, causing those ears to wilt back in fear and submission. Once more, he was abusing the submissive twink's genetic instincts to get the behavior he wanted, and nobody was complaining. Without warning, just as the fox was as low as he could possibly be, Cobbie pushed his shaft slowly, but firmly into the tod's snug, uncooperative tail hole, working that tight ring of muscles open with determination and domination. The fox let out a long, pained whimper, closing his eyes tightly to fight back the urge to cry, to beg the stud to stop, and soon, those urges went away. As his flexible vulpine rear adjusted to that thick, invading member, the feelings of pain and rape gave way to an injection of pure pleasure, blissful feelings of submission and eroticism, and though he still made the noises of a slut who had bitten off more than he could chew, inside, he was the same cock-loving foxcoon that had jerked off to these two studs a thousand times.

"You're one tight fuck, hard to believe an ass like this sees about a dozen trucker dicks a weekend." Cobbie crudely remarked, bucking in to the hilt after growing bored with his slow, careful penetration, and soon after, he began to briskly fuck that vulpine ass, pinning the sissy by his shoulders, ruthlessly pounding that snug rear again and again, letting his heavy, smooth balls swing into the foxcoon's with every thrust. Stripes watched with a slight grin, rubbing his stiffening shaft to the tune of the live sex act before him, and though he'd called the fox's ass, he found himself setting his sights on the little homo's effeminate, long muzzle, vaguely wondering if the twink had ever been spit-roasted before.

After enjoying a few more minutes of seeing his boyfriend utterly destroying the sweet young twink's rear, Stripes decided it was time to get back in the game. "Hey, get him up on his all-fours. I want that face." The zebra said, kneeling on the bed, letting his shaft drip on the blankets. With a smirk, Cobbie moved to his own knees, and without ever pulling out of the young vulpine, he yanked Desmond up to his paws and knees. With gentle movements, but a clear forcefulness, Stripes pushed his renewed boner into the foxcoon's muzzle, working the flared tip deep into the twink's throat.

As that throbbing equine dick slid deep into his throat, Desmond closed his eyes and groaned around it, clenching on the cobra, sucking on the zebra, tending to both thick shafts with skill and care, skilfully using the muscles in both orifices to please his two favorite studs. As they bucked their hips and fucked the foxcoon from both ends, the cobra and zebra leaned over the young twink's body, kissing over top of the impaled creature, making full use of the faggot as a double-sided fleshlight. Reaching down, Desmond took hold of his own boner, quite small and inoffensive by comparison, but still hard enough to bludgeon an unsuspecting partner with. Squeezing his swollen shaft, the twink began to furiously jerk himself off, stroking his length hard and fast, squirting wads of his pre onto the sheets, all the while groaning around the stallion's dick.

Soon, Cobbie's thrusting quickened, and he found himself breaking the kiss with Stripes, huffing and hissing as the familiar sensation of a climax built in his loins. Gripping Desmond's hips tightly, the hooded creature plowed his manhood deep inside of the effeminate foxcoon with great ferocity and greater speed, and every thrust saw his plump, full sack swing into the fox's own with a punishing slap. With a shudder, the powerful reptile clenched his flexible jaw tightly, and with every one of his beautifully chiseled muscles tensing up as hard as steel, the snake came, though he was hardly passive. All throughout his intense orgasm, Cobbie continued to rut the foxcoon like a breeding bitch, spanking that fine faggot ass with his hips, and every buck forced a jet of his sticky jism out of the vulpine's lovingly tight asshole. It was only when he felt his afterglow that he began to relax, panting slowly as that warmth washed over him, but with a predictably dismissive attitude, he yanked out of the fox's ass, and then smacked his spent cock across those taut cheeks, leaving his mark on them in cum and perversion. "There's your autograph, bitch... Written in jizz on your ass, just like all your friends do it."

Satisfied with his own work, Cobbie flopped to the side, now watching in much the same way Stripes had observed before. After a few more moments of letting the skilled fox suck and bob, the stallion slid his pride free of the tod's mouth, then gently pushed him down, before rolling the twink over. Mounting him missionary style, Stripes shamelessly got his sloppy seconds, pushing his impressive dick deep into the vulpine's well-loved butt, sliding it in with ease, and Desmond didn't make a single noise of pain or discomfort, simply a pleasant, reserved groan of pleasure. Grinning in satisfaction, the striped stud leaned close and kissed the young fox on the lips, drawing him into a deep, romantic kiss, slipping his tongue deep inside of that long, feminine muzzle.

What started as slow, careful lovemaking degraded into rough and ruthless fucking in record time, but the fox wasn't complaining; not that he could with the stallion's tongue in his mouth, but his body language suggested compliance, pleasure, and desire. A good boy, in other words. As his flared, throbbing cock further rutted the sissy foxboy's ass, Stripes took hold of the young vulpine's own aching erection, his heavy hand covering up the pink flesh entirely. With firm, loving strokes, he jerked the twink off, squeezing tightly upon that knot when the urge struck him, which was quite often.

Contrarily to expectations, the zebra's second climax came much quicker than his first, though with all the time he'd spent in the fox's face, it wasn't a surprise. Breaking the kiss with a grunt, the stallion squeezed roughly upon Desmond's shaft, and for a second time, the twink's ass was filled with thick, hot splooge, another enormous load of the sticky stuff, giving his tight walls a second coat of man paint. When Desmond felt the horse's voluminous seed shooting into him, he had his own release, filling the stallion's hand with warmth, cumming with a sharp cry, squirming underneath the muscular stud. With a skilled touch, Stripes milked that knotted, bubblegum-pink pecker for every drop of baby gravy it was worth, and by the time the twink's orgasm had subsided, poor Desmond was panting and shivering, his younger body nearly convulsing with pleasure. It was no surprise to either of the studs that, not long after his explosive orgasm, the sweet young sissy was unconscious.

Stripes slid free of the fox, then cuddled the sleeping vulpine to his body. Cobbie pressed close to the twink's back, neatly sandwiching the young thing between their hot, sweaty bodies, and the three slept soundly.