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The funny thing about stories is that they can get a little out of control. The first story, [Expanded Training](%5C), was meant to be a standalone. A writing exercise that would get me writing my novel again, and help me deal with feeling sick. You lot liked it, so you got [Extended Training](%5C) soon after. I felt a lot better and, while still sick, produced one of my best stories on YS to date. You should read those two first. Preferably in that order. *nods sagely* Extended Training certainly is the better of the two, but much is established in Expanded Training. Seems like everyone loved them both, a great deal.

Of course, then you lot wouldn't shut up about more. *chuckles*

So here! Fine! I had to try and bloody one-up myself again! Why? Cause I don't take steps backwards if I can help it. I'm feeling less sick now, so I don't even have that as an excuse if this turned out cruddy. However it's longer, more jam-packed with smutty vulpine action, and I even doubled the cast for this instalment! Huzzah! I did do better! At least I reckon so. Up to you lot to tell me if I did.

So! The FINAL story in this little chain. No begging for a sequel, no looking to get yourself some more hot Jenayre action. Not that you all won't see Jenayre again. You'll see him again... just not on Yiffstar, from me at least. Hey! If there's any artists about who like this, I'll personally beg for you to do some art of these stories. I'd love to see some of that, and I bet the people who love the stories would, too!

Anyway, enough begging for art. Time now for the comments to cease, and your fappage to begin. Enjoy your smutty, smutty foxes people, as I am, for the moment at least, DONE. And, I'll admit, glad of it! *laughs*

• Fae

Extra Training

"Jenayre!"

The shout startled the young fox, causing him to almost jump as he snapped out of his reverie. He looked up quickly, immensely thankful for the fur of his cheeks keeping his blush from showing completely. "Yes, Reshul?" he responded, cursing himself inwardly as he heard his voice wavering.

The vulpine before him, Reshul, was at least a head taller than Jenayre, clad as the younger fox in full-body leather armour. His eyes, brightly and brilliantly blue, narrowed with annoyance as they sat locked on Jenayre's face, his ears flattened against his head as he regarded the young Tashik. "I grow impatient, Jenayre," he growled, clasping his paws and spear behind his back as his gaze held steady. "All Tashik are required to complete their training. Would you rather I run you through where you stand now, and devote my time to those who would learn to fight and defend themselves?"

Eyes widening, Jenayre vigorously shook his head, meeting Reshul's gaze as best he could. "Of... of course not, sir," he stammered, again cursing himself. Reshul, one of his tribe's most celebrated spearmasters and trainers, condemned any weakness in his trainees. Jenayre had absolutely no doubt in his mind that Reshul would be willing to relieve him of his life, if he slipped up again. The older vulpine had never much liked Jenayre, and had made that fact quite clear upon their first meeting.

"Then, if you have quite finished with your thoughts," Reshul said, biting out each word harshly, "You will share with your peers exactly why you should not drop your spear for a sword when a demon closes past your spear point." The older warrior's eyes narrowed as they bored into Jenayre's skull. "Or must I run you through to demonstrate?"

Again Jenayre shook his head, eyes widening further as he stiffened his entire body, as if standing more firmly at attention would spare him of Reshul's wrath. "They expect it, sir!" he responded with a sharp shout, praying to the gods that his answer was the correct one. "They do not use such weapons in close range because they are too large to wield them effectively! Tashik are trained in every possible use of every possible weapon, sir! We are never disadvantaged!"

For a long moment, Jenayre held his breath as Reshul looked him over. He dared not even shift his gaze away from those burning blue eyes, even if it felt as though Reshul's gaze could scorch his soul with its intensity. He felt his body begin to shake slightly, almost imperceptibly under the weight of his teacher's stare.

"Correct." The words resulted in a sighed hiss from Jenayre, exhaling what little air was left in his lungs. That hiss was promptly followed up with a cry of surprised pain as he felt a swat from Reshul's spear, the impact slamming into Jenayre's leg and dropping him quickly to one knee. "Just because a demon has pushed past your point does not mean that it is free of your wrath. Just as you are not free of my wrath simply because you listened to something I said. You will pay attention in these lessons, Jenayre, or you will not take part. Kekali sha-quoi, young one."

"Kekali sha-quoi, Master," repeated Jenayre, pounding a fist to his chest and bowing his head, ignoring the pain burning his leg from the strike. Honour or death, in an older Tashik dialect, Jenayre felt shame burning through him. A battlecry, a last request, and the highest law of the Tashik tribes, Reshul had just implied that if he did not improve, he was without honour and worthy of death. Were Jenayre Reshul's equal, a proven male of the tribe, he would be within his rights to claim honour through combat after a comment such as that. He was still a youth though, and Reshul was a very experienced spearmaster. Even had he proven himself, Jenayre knew he would not stand a chance, and would be further humiliated by the warrior.

It wasn't like he could help it, after all. Even as Reshul began to speak on the intricacies of spear combat, Jenayre's mind again started to wander. It'd been four days since his friend Vac had shown him far, far more than he could ever have imagined. Yes, such same-gender relationships were commonplace amongst the Tashik. Yes, he knew that many males, and even females of the tribes were willing to take mates of the same gender as they. But with his infatuation with another member of the tribe, Kitaya, Jenayre had ever dared consider it for himself.

He had also learned, as he looked about the dozen-or-so similarly aged Tashik about him, that the things that he and Vac had partaken of were commonplace amongst his peers. Jenayre had spent sixteen seasons upon Creation, and since his body had started to mature a few years prior, he had remained unfulfilled. Unlike, as Vac had explained to him, his fellows.

Jenayre shivered as his gaze drifted over another young warrior-in-training, Lifrak. "If you believe that I have a strong affinity for males," Vac had told him with a grin, "Then Lifrak would put me completely to shame. Lifrak would choose male companionship over the very air we breathe, if you would force the choice on him."

Quickly, Jenayre dropped his gaze as he noticed Lifrak looking back at him. His eyes flicked back up to Reshul as the warrior went through several quick jabs, praying that the other young Tashik had not noticed his stare. Even as he watched the trainer going through the motions though, Jenayre's mind continued along its single track, thoughts of himself and Vac swiftly replaced with thoughts of himself and Lifrak, and the young fox began to wonder just exactly what his fellow trainee looked like under that full-body leather armour.

As the day stretched on however, Jenayre began to notice something at the corner of his gaze. While he tried so very, very hard to keep his attention firmly on the motions of his trainer and on his own opponents as they sparred, he could not help but notice Lifrak looking at him all through the day. His mind spun with possibilities even as his body went through the motions of combat, arms twirling and jabbing and blocking with his training spear even as in his mind's eye, Lifrak was relieving him of his armour and showing him just how right Vac had been...

"Jenayre?"

The query startled the young fox, though this time he managed to control himself and not leap half out of his fur with surprise. "Yes?" Jenayre answered cautiously, turning about. As he turned he noticed the others of the training group starting to leave; apparently his mind had started to really wander once again.

He'd not recognised the voice at first, but as he turned to regard the speaker he knew that it couldn't have been anyone but Lifrak. His suspicion was confirmed as his eyes fell upon the slightly smaller vulpine standing before him, drinking in Lifrak's friendly, wide smile as his golden eyes twinkled up at Jenayre. "You fought well today," he said, his voice soft and smooth as silk. "I was wondering if perhaps I might have a word with you?"

Looking a little confused, Jenayre smiled back down at him and nodded, planting the end of his spear in the ground beside him and leaning lightly on it. "You fought just as well, Lifrak; I was nothing special. And certainly, what did you wish to speak of?"

Immediately Jenayre's suspicious were aroused as he saw the smaller fox chew lightly on his lower lip, his smile turning slightly more mischievous as he looked about. "A private matter, I must confess," he answered, voice turning coy as he looked back up at Jenayre. "If you must know... I suppose you could say that a couple friends of mine and I engage in some extra spear training on the side... and we have heard very good things about how you handle yourself."

Perhaps overhearing their conversation, Reshul turned his head. "You should go with him, Jenayre," the warrior grumbled as he pulled off his armour. "Of all my students, you most of all could use some extra training. I do not want you behaving in such a disappointing way when next I see you."

Lifrak giggled softly and nodded at the endorsement before composing his face and turning to face Reshul. "Do not fear; he will be well taken care of. Shall we return the armour and weapons when we are finished?"

Reshul simply snorted quietly and nodded, packing up his things and carrying them off, leaving the two younger vulpines alone. "I take it," Jenayre said slowly as he looked back down at Lifrak, "That we will not actually be using our weapons?"

"Oh, you will most certainly be learning much of spear control," Lifrak replied with a grin as he grasped Jenayre's paw, squeezing it tightly and pulling him along with him. "Armour however burdens a Tashik, and we will be training completely without it." He giggled once again as he looked up at Jenayre, leaning him off towards the edge of the encampment. "I do not think you will mind."

Blushing brightly now under his fur, Jenayre simply shrugged and allowed himself to be lead on. He recognised the direction he was being taken; it was close to the path he'd taken himself a few nights prior, the night when Vac had followed him out. Lifrak lead him past that point, and Jenayre shivered as he recognised the exact tree beneath which he had first learned to take another...

"We are arrived, Jenayre," Lifrak said, once again breaking into Jenayre's thoughts. Jenayre blinked and looked down at the smaller vulpine before looking up and around. He stood in a small glade, surrounded on all sides by a series of tall, thick-trunked trees. A quick glance behind him showed that he was well away from his tribe's encampment, completely out of sight. Above them the leaves of the trees parted, allowing the orange light of the summer afternoon to filter down and through, lighting the plush grass coating the forest floor.

Upon that grass laid another Tashik youth, perhaps half a season younger than Jenayre and Lifrak. The male stood and walked over as Jenayre looked over him. The fox's eyes were a soft yellow and locked as firmly on Jenayre as Reshul's had been earlier, but with none of the same hostility. One of the fox's ears were laid back into his short brown hair, his arms hung limply at his sides as he approached, and Jenayre blushed brightly as it registered to him that the male was completely naked.

His surprise only doubled as the unknown male wrapped his arms tight around Jenayre's middle and firmly but gently pressed his lips to Jenayre's. Eyes widenening, Jenayre froze up completely at the touch, completely confused and unable to even think of how to respond to such an advance. Until only a few days ago he had never been with anyone in his life, and now this male he didn't even know had simply kissed him.

It might have been that confusion that lead Jenayre to return the gesture, closing his eyes and wrapping his own arms tight around the other vulpine, pressing back into the kiss. He even forgot about Lifrak beside him as the smaller fox released his paw, freeing him up to tightly squeeze the other vulpine back against himself.

After a few moments Jenayre felt the other fox drawing back and away. He opened his eyes slowly, his lips hovering a couple inches from the others as his blush intensified. "Uh... hello?" he offered, feeling his paws slipping back and away from the fox's back and resting on his hips. "Do I know you?"

Smirking, the other fox slipped forward, pressing his body once more tight and close against Jenayre's as he murred softly. "Not yet you do not," he replied mischievously, squeezing Jenayre tightly in against his chest. "I am S'vaan. I... train, with Lifrak and friends of his." The vulpine, S'vaan, looked up and down over Jenayre's face and chest as he grinned wider. "I did not expect him to bring company for this afternoon's activities. I am, however, very glad that he did."

Jenayre's eyes widened a little as his blush brighter further, his leg jumping a little as he felt something warm nudging it. It took little imagination for Jenayre to figure out exactly what that was, and it took him another moment to realize that his leg was grinding gently up and into its warmth. "I think I can feel just how glad you are..."

"Ha! He is a fast one, is he not?" chuckled S'vaan, turning his head slightly to the side. Jenayre followed his gaze and felt a small yip escaping his lips. In the brief few moments he'd been wrapped up in S'vaan's embrace, he'd lost track of Lifrak completely. The smaller vulpine had disrobed, his leathers lying neatly piled off to the side. Jenayre felt his gaze drawn as if by an invisible lead downwards, eyes locking on Lifrak's considerably-sized sheath and orbs. He felt a quick pang of masculine pride shatter in him; while he himself was a little larger than what he'd heard was the average, it was obvious the little fox before him could easily put him, or even Vac, to shame.

"He was fast enough when trying not to stare at me," Lifrak replied to S'vaan, grinning as he folded his arms over his chest, standing bare before Jenayre. He kept himself still as the breeze began to flit through his fur, ruffling it and bringing to Jenayre's nostrils the scent of Lifrak's musk. "It would surprise me very much if he did not like what he is now seeing. Is that not correct, Jenayre?" Slowly Lifrak lifted his arms, clasping them high above his head as his hips began to sway seductively back and forth. "Are you not interested in what you see before you?"

All Jenayre could do was blush even brighter. He could feel through his leathers S'vaan's shaft throbbing hard against his leg; obviously he liked what he was seeing. His own malehood, trapped by the tight pants he wore, was completely unable to express what it thought, however it was clear to him by how it strained against the leather that he was very interested indeed.

S'vaan just grinned at Jenayre, his paws slowly working up and over the other fox's sides. His fingers brushed over the clasps in Jenayre's armour, unhooking them one after another, before finally pulling it right off him. Jenayre offered no challenge, seemingly hypnotized by the rolling hips of the sultry male before his eyes, by his swaying orbs, by his girthy shaft as it started to peek up from his thick sheath.

On some level, he was completely confused, even as S'vaan went to work on his pants. A few days ago there had been no interest shown in him at all, and he'd shown no interest in return. And after one night, one hot and admittedly sticky night, here he was with two other males he barely knew, one all but dancing for him, and one undressing him. Despite it all, despite the confusion and the feelings rising up within him, or perhaps specifically because of the feelings their bodies were evoking in him, he found himself with a decreasing ability to question, and an increasing need to join their activities.

He pressed back up and into S'vaan tightly, squeezing the other fox in against himself as he extended one arm towards Lifrak, beckoning the smaller vulpine in closer. He watched Lifrak grin and sashay his way towards him, encircling his arm around the teasing vulpine's waist and drawing him in against both his body and S'vaan's. Jenayre's lips curled into a grin matching Lifrak's as he pressed them against the other vulpine's muzzle. He felt Lifrak eagerly returning the kiss, leaning up into the embrace of their lips even as his pants began to slip down his legs, guided towards his footpaws by S'vaan's gentle yet enthusiastic grasp.

Again, he made no move to stop S'vaan. Instead, Jenayre allowed the other vulpine to lift his feet, letting him remove his pants completely. As he felt his legs freed of their leather prison he pressed himself more fully against Lifrak, allowing the wants of his body to be fully reflected. His shaft started to quickly emerge from his unbound sheath, not quite as thick as Lifrak's but still, to him at least, a fine example of vulpine malehood. His shaft twitched as he remembered Vac's praise of it when he'd recovered from their activities that night, and throbbed heavily at the thought that he'd be able to do it all again, and so much more.

Even as his shaft rubbed firmly against Lifrak's length, he leaned himself deeper into the kiss. He squeezed tightly at Lifrak's side, drawing the smaller fox up against his body and feeling Lifrak's paws trembling as they stroked and clutched at Jenayre's back. A new sensation jolted through Jenayre's mind, causing him to gasp softly against Lifrak's muzzle, moaning deeply into the smaller vulpine's muzzle as he realized what exactly it was.

He'd never, ever been licked by anyone, not since his mother grooming him when he was small. Not even small, affectionate licks to his cheeks. And so the feel of S'vaan giving a long, slow, broad lap up between his bared rumpcheeks, to feel that tongue licking up under his tail and over his most hidden place... the shock mixed with the pleasure to create a feeling unlike anything he'd ever felt before. All at once his legs buckled, shaking as he struggled to remain standing. Nerves he'd never felt stimulated burned brightly all of a sudden, and his whole body almost fell back against that teasing muzzle.

Jenayre gasped as he felt Lifrak withdrawing from the kiss, the moan immediately following from his lips heralding a short, voluminous spurt of pre from his shaft, his fluids soaking up against Lifrak's belly and shaft. His legs shuffled quickly wider as he pressed lightly back into S'vaan, eagerly humping back against the other vulpine's muzzle.

Lifrak held Jenayre up, grinning up at Jenayre's pleasure-stricken expression. He looked behind Jenayre and down, smirking with a murr of approval as he gave the fox in his arms another tight squeeze. "Mmm, thank you, S'vaan, for making him nice and hard for me," he said, voice appreciative and husky. One of his arms remained encircled around Jenayre's waist even as his other paw drifted low over the bigger vulpine's fully exposed, heavily throbbing shaft.

S'vaan's only response was translated through Jenayre as he sank down fully to his knees, paws spreading the cheeks of the backside before him apart before pressing his muzzle in harder, lapping more vigorously back and forth over Jenayre's exposed tailhole. Jenayre himself shivered, every inch of his body shaking with pleasure at every second that tongue teased his tight entrance, his tailring quivering against S'vaan's tonguetip. Finally he was able to regain his footing, spreading his legs as wide as he dared as he planted his feet firmly against the ground, closing his eyes and releasing a loud moan of pleasure and need.

So lost was he in the feeling of being rimmed for the first time that Jenayre didn't even begin to notice Lifrak slipping away from him once again. His body simply quaked, lost completely in the feelings rippling through every vein, refusing to register anything but pleasure pulsing along his fully-hardened shaft, and the warm, wet, almost needful lapping at his tailhole. When however that hungry muzzle at his rump was finally, seemingly regretfully lifted away from him though, Jenayre's eyes opened and were met with what was perhaps the most inviting sight he'd ever beheld in his life.

When he'd taken Vac, it had been different. It was dark, and the older fox had taken care of him. He'd helped Jenayre find his entrance, to slip up inside him... but the sight of Lifrak on all fours, with his tail raised... an intense, smouldering look in his eyes as he stared back at Jenayre... legs spread, backside bared in open, lewd invitation to him... Jenayre could barely stand to see the sight before him, so hot did his lust burn in that one moment.

He glanced back, tearing his eyes from that deliciously enticing sight to look over S'vaan, the other vulpine standing up slowly behind him. A whimper escaped his lips as he looked back down at Lifrak just in time to see the smaller Tashik waggle his rump temptingly up at him, then back at S'vaan again. When he heard S'vaan speak, it was like water to a being dying of thirst, so great was his need in that moment. Those words would burn into his mind for so much longer than the afternoon, even when the pleasure-ridden memories would come to him later. Five simple words, that freed him of all control.

"Take him, friend... he's yours."

The effect of those words was instantaneous. Reason and thought left him in that moment, and Jenayre felt his body promptly become completely enslaved to his need to mate. The young fox all but pounced the smaller male beneath him, sinking to his knees behind Lifrak. Even as he ground forward, rubbing his shaft up against that exposed rump he felt fluid surging up his length, a long spurt of hot pre soaking the cleft of Lifrak's backside, slickening it from the base of his tail down to his hanging orbs as Jenayre rubbed up and down against it. He held himself back for a few moments, savouring the feeling of the offered body before him as his hands rubbed slowly back and forth over Lifrak's sides.

In the bright orange light of the setting sun he could see his target, the puckered ring of muscle that held the pleasure he sought. A murr blended with a whimper of intense desire as he ground himself harder against that presented backside, his tapered vulpine tip catching against that tailring. Unable to wait anymore, Jenayre tightly grasped at Lifrak's hips and pulled them hard but slowly back against himself.

Beneath him he felt the little fox shake, Lifrak's gasp and moan meeting Jenayre's ears as he pushed forward with his own hips, pushing his tip in harder against that tight, yielding ring of muscle. With each second he felt it yield more and more, groaning softly with intensifying need, frustrated with the resistance he felt.

It broke when he looked down at Lifrak, watching the smaller vulpine turning to look back at him with a cheeky grin spread across his features. What Vac had told him about Lifrak flooded his mind in that moment, and he felt the ring of muscle relaxing against him. "Come in, Jenayre," he murred softly, before driving himself hard and fast down against the larger vulpine's shaft.

In a second, Jenayre went from feeling warm air around his fully exposed shaft to feeling a hot, tight body wrapped around every last inch. He cried out in pleasure as he felt Lifrak's body swallow his malehood up completely, his whole body shaking with almost overwhelming pleasure. His shaft throbbed, muscles flexing as he spurted another hard shot of pre from his tip, soaking Lifrak's depths with the slick, warm fluid.

For a moment, all Jenayre could do was remain buried within Lifrak's rump, his hips pressed flush against the smaller vulpine. He was completely unwilling for anything in the world to draw back, to sacrifice the unmatchable feeling of being so completely sheathed within the body of another. His malehood throbbed with pleasure, his whole body burning with the bliss of mating even having just entered Lifrak.

It was not too long though, before memories of Vac returned to him, and Jenayre was no longer content simply with the warmth of being wrapped up so snugly in Lifrak's experienced tailhole. He ground up against Lifrak's backside tight and hard and slow, shifting his malehood around within his new friend, rubbing it firmly against Lifrak's inner walls, making sure the male beneath him could feel every last inch moving inside him.

Judging by the way Lifrak began to shudder and murr when Jenayre started to move his hips slightly back and forth, the smaller fox was acutely aware of exactly what was within him, of the feeling of fullness that came with feeling another male buried so deeply within himself. Lifrak would be the first to admit that he was, perhaps overly fond, of the pleasures of mating, and especially the feeling of being bred. Several suggested that the gods intended him to be female but placed him in a male's body. Lifrak didn't care one way or another... his reputation amongst his peers was that he was more than willing to be bred, to be taken and mated, and he loved every second of it, every inch of it. And to now be sharing that pleasure with a new male, to experience the feeling of his unique malehood buried deep inside... it was truly something he relished.

Lifrak's legs shifted further apart, spreading out as he lifted his tail even higher. His own shaft, fully hard despite not once being touched, pointed directly down at the ground. Pre dribbled from his tip, soaking into the plush grass beneath him as he pressed his upturned rump eagerly back into Jenayre's slight thrusts, lifting his head and murring long and low and deep with pleasure. "Mmrrrf... that is it..." he growled encouragingly, pressing back a little harder into the thrusts. "You... you do not n-need to be so gentle... I can take it, Jenayre... just take me..."

If the earlier words uttered had been delicious invitations that sparked greater lust in Jenayre's body, then those words were as pure music to his ears. His hips responded as they had his second time mounting Vac at the invitation, and he began to quickly thrust hard and deep into Lifrak's tailhole. His malehood throbbed hard against Lifrak's inner walls as they clenched down around him, tightly caressing every single inch as Jenayre began to breed him in earnest.

The same sense of fulfilment began to sing through Jenayre's body as he bucked his hips back and forth, driving his shaft to the hilt inside Lifrak with every thrust. His heart began to beat faster, his body became hotter to the touch as he squeezed tightly at Lifrak's hips, holding the smaller fox beneath him in place for every last thrust, ensuring that every single thrust was driven down as deep within that tight passage as it could possibly go.

Jenayre's thrusts faltered for a second before he simply pushed his malehood as deep into Lifrak as he could, sheathing his full length within the squeezing confines of the moaning fox beneath him. He groaned as he felt Lifrak constricting his muscles around the girth buried inside him, even as he turned his head and looked back over his shoulder. Behind him was S'vaan, and the feeling that had surprising him so was the paw wrapped tightly around the base of his tail. He blushed brightly as he felt Lifrak squeezing tighter around him, grinning back at Jenayre as he saw what was going on.

S'vaan remained still, smiling as wide as Lifrak as he made no move. The vulpine's own shaft stood just as tall and hard as Jenayre's, if slightly shorter and a little thicker. As his gaze drifted down to S'vaan's girth, Jenayre saw pre starting to dribble down from his tip. His grin turned lopsided as he looked down at Jenayre's backside, slowly lifting up the tail in his grasp. Leaning forward, S'vaan started to rub his leaking tip up against Jenayre's backside, smirking as he felt the other vulpine squirming under his touch.

Jenayre felt his ears perk up and twitch, feeling as though he'd heard something. Those thoughts evaporated very quickly as he felt Lifrak squeezing down around his embedded malehood, a moan escaping his trembling lips. His rump pressed back against S'vaan's tip, smearing the other male's pre over his virgin entrance before pressing forward and into Lifrak's tailhole once again. Again he had the feeling he'd heard something though, a suspicion confirmed a moment later. A quiet chuckle, a familiar sound to Jenayre, identified the intruder even before he spoke.

"I thought we agreed that you would not mount him, S'vaan," came Vac's soft, amusement-tinged voice from somewhere behind Jenayre. Wedged firmly between Lifrak and S'vaan, all Jenayre could do was blush brighter still and attempted to crane his neck back, trying to ignore Lifrak's insistent squeezing at his shaft to catch a glimpse of his friend.

Loosing a chuckle, S'vaan turned to regard the naked Vac as the vulpine entered the glade. "I was going to do no such thing," replied a defensive S'vaan, looking back down at Jenayre. "I did feel that you would prefer him prepared for you. As... taken as he is with Lifrak, it would not make things easier for you, as you well know."

Most of the conversation was lost on Jenayre. Knowing that the person stumbling in on them was a friend, he was able to relax and once more enjoy the pleasure of Lifrak bucking back and forth over his shaft, letting the smaller fox do all the work for him. He worked his own hips against Lifrak's, letting his forward thrusts meet every backward push Lifrak made into him.

His thrusts stalled out again as Vac moved into Jenayre's view. He blushed brightly, slowing the movements of his hips as he looked up at his friend, feeling Lifrak beneath him squirming back against his shaft. "Vac... what are... why are you here?" he asked, his pauses punctuated with soft groans as he felt Lifrak squeezing tightly around his shaft, attempting to entice him once more to action.

Vac only smiled as he lifted one leg, setting it on Lifrak's other side. The older vulpine reached down to his own shaft, fully hard as Jenayre's eyes drifted down over it, squeezing it tightly and waving it gently before Jenayre. "I am here for the same reason as you," he replied quietly, his smile broadening as he squeezed at his malehood. "Do you believe that all this would come to pass without it being guided?"

Jenayre blushed brightly, unable to help but to start rolling his hips once again, pumping his shaft slowly back and forth within Lifrak's clenching passage. His eyes flicked back and forth before the vulpine length before him and Vac's face, a groan slipping from his lips as he once again felt S'vaan's slick tip rubbing up against his tailhole. "I... I do not know... mrrf... what I expected..." he replied shakily, "Mmrr... why are you there?"

He felt his brush brighten beneath his fur as, once again, Vac gave his malehood a tight squeeze. Jenayre let his gaze drift down over it, drinking in every inch of detail as his hips started to move idle of his mind, continuing their slow, deep mating of Lifrak's rump. Realization dawned on Jenayre, burning his cheeks brighter still as he flicked his eyes quickly up at Vac, then down to the older fox's shaft.

While ordinarily he might have been a little reluctant, the pleasure coursing through his body thanks to Lifrak's experienced backside played a strong part in lowering Jenayre's inhibitions. He leaned forward, hips bucking and driving his shaft harder into Lifrak and eliciting a short moan of pleasure from the small vulpine even as he gently ran his tongue over Vac's length.

The taste of his friend's flesh struck him hard, amplified by the pleasure of burying himself deep into Lifrak. The salty taste of Vac's malehood ran across Jenayre's tongue as he lapped again and again, quickly growing used to the sensation. His hips began to pump harder back and forth, pushing his length deep inside Lifrak's hot, tight insides and bumping his own backside firmly up against S'vaan's tip.

Jenayre's own enthusiasm surprised him as he opened his mouth wide and pressed forward, engulfing half of Vac's pulsing length in the warmth of his mouth quickly. As his mind once again settled into the pleasure-filled haze of mating he heard Vac moan above him, the feel of his friend's paw stroking over the back of his head only enticing him further, driving him to start to imitate what Vac had done to him a few nights prior.

His tongue ran along the underside of Vac's shaft as he started to lightly suckle, pressing his lips tightly around his friend's sensitive flesh and pushing himself down as far as he could. Jenayre felt Vac's tapered tip nudging the back of his mouth, his eyes widening for a moment as he fought the urge to gag as best he could. The moment passed for Jenayre, aided by a sharp, needful buck of Lifrak's hips back against his own thrusts that drew a quick, sharp spurt of pre deep within the little fox's body.

A soft, long moan was stifled as Jenayre began to awkwardly move his head back and forth along Vac's shaft. Having had no prior experience with the act, the fox found his inability to perform as well as Vac had for him almost frustrating. The distraction of Lifrak bucking himself up against his shaft, feeling it squeezed tightly by the little vulpine was only making it harder for Jenayre to focus on the shaft wedged firmly between his lips.

He was completely surprised then when, just as he felt he was getting used to the feeling of Vac's length filling his muzzle, his friend pulled himself up and out of his mouth. Jenayre gasped quietly as he felt himself press forward, surprising himself by how empty his muzzle felt without that shaft filling it, and a whimper escaped him as he looked up at Vac. "Why-"

"Because I have other desires, Jenayre," Vac interrupted quietly, smiling as he slipped his paw to Jenayre's cheek, cupping it gently. "If you are willing, that is. Would you allow it, I would like to take S'vaan's place, and mate you as you mate Lifrak." The older vulpine's smile softened further. "The choice is yours; we will do nothing you do not want."

Jenayre was nodding even before Vac had finished speaking, pushing his hips forward and hilting in Lifrak, drawing a moan from the Tashik beneath him. "I... would like that very much," he replied, still grinding himself against Lifrak's backside as he spoke, his body shivering as he felt the smaller fox writhing around his shaft. Inwardly Jenayre wondered at what Lifrak felt as he was taken, and a shiver wound up his spine at the thought that he would soon know exactly what it felt like.

Nodding, Vac gave Jenayre's shoulder a little squeeze as he started to move, lifting one leg again over Lifrak's body even as Jenayre started to slowly thrust into the small vulpine once again. "I am glad to hear it," he murred softly, moving gradually around and behind Jenayre. "There will be some pain, but I promise you that, if you relax, you will start to enjoy it."

S'vaan slipped up and to Jenayre's side as Vac spoke, one paw wrapped tightly around his own firm malehood and stroking along its length as he grinned down at Jenayre. "While your friend partakes of your rump, might I convince you to lend me your mouth?" he asked, voice tinged with mischief and barely concealed lust as he leaned forward, lightly rubbing his tip against Jenayre's cheek. "You seemed very willing to learn when he was offered before you..."

Jenayre only looked back at Vac long enough to see the older fox give him a smirk and a nod, before he turned back to S'vaan. The other vulpine's shaft was shorter than Vac's but a little thicker, the musky scent filling Jenayre's nostrils as he watched a bead of pre forming at the tip. That pre vanished as Jenayre leaned in, running his tongue slowly up and over the head of S'vaan's shaft, clearing the fluids there away before sinking his lips forward and over the sensitive flesh.

Shuddering softly as he watched Jenayre start to work on S'vaan's malehood, Vac's own shaft started to leak its own pre simply at the sight of his friend so happily pleasuring the other male. Grinning, Vac reached down and gently lifted up Jenayre's tail, pressing his saliva- and pre-slicked tip up against his friend's tight, virgin entrance, rubbing it against Jenayre's tailhole firmly. "Relax, my friend," he said quietly, patting softly with one hand at Jenayre's rumpcheeks, "Or I will not be able to take you."

A shiver ran through Jenayre's full body at those words, and it struck him in that moment exactly what he was doing. All at the same time he was breeding another male as though he were a female, the shaft of yet another male was pressed between his lips and teased by his tongue, and one of his best friends was about to take him as if he were a female. The feeling of dominance and masculine pleasure at taking Lifrak, while still present, was quickly fading before the submissive thrill of pleasuring both Vac and S'vaan at the same time. His ears laid flat against his head as he nodded, rocking his muzzle back and forth along S'vaan's malehood and earning a groan from the fox above him even as he spread his legs a little wider, relaxing himself as best he could before Vac's malehood.

When finally Vac started to push his malehood up and into him though, Jenayre felt as though absolutely no amount of relaxing could have eased what was happening. Muscles completely unused to moving in the fashion they were being forced to protested, twinges of pain spreading from Jenayre's backside up and through his body. He groaned deeply around his filled muzzle, resisting the urge to bite down around S'vaan's length. Recalling his training, Jenayre did his best to keep himself relaxed around Vac's shaft, shunting the pain aside and focusing as best he could on his own malehood, still buried deep within Lifrak's squirming body.

Vac was slow at least, taking his time as he eased himself into Jenayre's virgin tailhole. Every inch of throbbing malehood fed into that tight passage was met with firm resistance and, rather than simply force himself into his friend's hot, snug depths, Vac took his time. He paused, relishing the feel of Jenayre's body slowly yielding to his length, feeling the warm inner walls of his friend giving way, allowing him to sheath still more of himself within those tight confines.

Jenayre all but gasped as he finally felt Vac's hips flush with his rump, as tight against him as his own hips were against Lifrak's backside beneath him. He sagged forward slightly, momentarily forgetting about the several inches of vulpine erection stuffed in his mouth, almost gagging himself on S'vaan's length. He grunted as he lifted his head again, suckling hard on S'vaan's shaft, focusing on it as he felt his body slowly adjusting to the girth plugging his backside.

A murr slipped from his lips, vibrating them around S'vaan's length as he felt himself getting used to the intruder lodged deep under his tail. It was uncomfortable, certainly, but for every second he spent focused on S'vaan's malehood, or his own as he ground his hips against Lifrak's behind, the pain lessened. In its place grew a full feeling, the soft throbbing of Vac's shaft against his inner walls sending little pleasureful spikes up his spine.

When Vac finally started to move though, when the older vulpine started to rock his hips back and forth shallowly, gently, just as Jenayre had to him that first night... that was when every nerve in his body suddenly came alive at once. The feeling of that girthy length shifting within his body lit up his senses like daybreak, sending electric jolts right through his body. It wasn't pure pleasure, not yet, but the sensation alone was enough, far, far more than enough for the young Tashik to know that this, too, was something that he would want more of. Plenty more.

More came slowly to him, but Jenayre felt as though his whole body would explode if more came any faster. He knew that if he'd not spent the last couple of days drawing out his own self-pleasuring that he'd not have lasted a moment buried in Lifrak, let alone what he was feeling then, with Vac inside him. Even with Vac barely moving inside him, and even with S'vaan's taste strong on his tongue, Jenayre was finding it very quickly becoming difficult to keep his knot from swelling, to keep himself from simply rutting the fox beneath him, to keep himself from driving himself hard to climax.

Yet for every moment he resisted, he felt his body grow ever more drunk on heady pleasure. His body grew warmer, hotter to the touch as he let Vac's slow thrusts move his body, using the force of his friend's hips to drive him back and forth into Lifrak. Through the fog of pleasure in his mind, Jenayre was able to hear Lifrak moaning deeply beneath him, obviously more than content in his position as Jenayre's female to breed.

Even as Lifrak moaned and groaned and writhed beneath him, Jenayre felt S'vaan's hips eagerly twitching, bucking forward to feed him even more of the vulpine's thick shaft. While Vac had barely leaked his pre while his malehood had been wrapped up in Jenayre's muzzle, S'vaan's could barely stop dripping. Equally as eager as Vac had been working on his shaft, Jenayre suckled and slurped along every inch of S'vaan's length, taking it fully into his muzzle as he bobbed his head back and forth. His tongue teased it, tasting it from tip to base, exploring it through touch even as he drank down the fox's pre, gulping every last drop.

It was Vac though, that did the most to spur on Jenayre's climax. Jenayre shook with every thrust Vac made, his body almost forgetting about S'vaan and Lifrak, so consumed was he by the singularly unique feeling of being taken, of feeling another male deep inside. His inner walls felt hot as he squeezed himself down tightly around Vac, arching his back slightly and slurping loudly around S'vaan's length.

Every thrust, every delicious inch was felt with perfect clarity. In the hazed pleasure filling his mind, every pump of Vac's hips was a burst of light, sweeping the fog away with a burst of raw feeling, of the sense of touch crushed into a single, base sensation. Jenayre felt as though he was touch, as if he had become the most basic, most perfect representation of feeling. His malehood burned with pleasure as Lifrak bucked back against his shaft, his tongue explored every last inch of S'vaan's malehood, his inner muscles rippled and squeezed tightly around Vac's length, from tapered tip to swelling base.

The knot was what did it, what finally took Jenayre's frayed will to draw out his pleasure as long as he could, and simply release himself to the sensations overwhelming his mind and body. He felt his tailring stretching further as Vac's knot started to form, his body jerking back as his friend's thrusts became harder and faster, the forming girth at the base of Vac's length pulling at his thoroughly deflowered entrance.

That feeling was easily enough for Jenayre's own knot to escape his control, growing far faster than Vac's was. He felt pleasure spiking at the base of his length, felt Lifrak beneath him clenching down harder still around his malehood, eager to keep that fat knot buried within his well-used rump. Still it popped in and out, slickened by Jenayre's pre and his loosening of Lifrak's tailhole, not yet large enough to lock him to the body beneath him.

So lost was Jenayre in the feeling of taking and being taken, of his malehood being wrapped up in a hot, tight body and his own body being taken by another male, that the grunting and moaning of S'vaan above him was completely missed. The vulpine's orgasm however, was just as completely unmissable. His groans of pleasure reached a crescendo as Jenayre pushed his muzzle all the way down along the fox's shaft, S'vaan's length throbbing hard twice between Jenayre's lips before the first hot, thick burst of his orgasm shot out and flooded Jenayre's mouth.

Jenayre's gasp of surprise was stifled by the thick, gooey liquid rapidly filling his mouth. He groaned through it, the strong, overpowering taste of S'vaan's seed jolting through his lust-drunk mind. He gulped it down quickly, half to be rid of the taste and half to make room, the throbbing of the spurting shaft between his lips showing absolutely no sign of abating.

Perhaps fortunately, S'vaan took control of the situation. The Tashik pulled his hips back, withdrawing his spurting shaft from Jenayre's cum-soaked muzzle quickly before wrapping a paw tightly around his length. A second paw came around, grasping tightly behind his knot as he vigorously started to paw his malehood, milking out stream after stream of his sticky fluids.

Gasping for air, Jenayre was almost oblivious to what was happening after S'vaan pulled himself out. He was idly aware of the ropes of S'vaan's seed splashing across his face, painting his red fur with streaks of white, but in the aftermath of feeling S'vaan spill himself into his mouth, Jenayre felt a strong jolt of pleasure course through his body. It took a second for his mind to catch up to what his body was already acutely aware of; he liked S'vaan spurting within his mouth. The taste was one he knew he would have to get used to, but the realization of how much he'd enjoyed the feel of those hot jets washing over his tongue sent a second shiver of submissive pleasure shooting along his nerves.

It was that pleasure, that thrill of knowledge that he'd made that male feel so good that he'd spilled his seed for him that overwhelmed Jenayre. Coupled with the knowledge that behind him, bucking his hips harder and harder, Vac would soon be spilling his own seed, soaking his insides and marking him as bred, as mated, as seeded...

Jenayre tilted his head up, squeezing his eyes shut as his body shook. He cried out, the world exploding behind his eyelids as he moaned his pleasure to the sky, trembling as he felt his malehood throb hard. His hips quickly drove forward, his thick knot stabbing past Lifrak's clenching tailhole and lodging itself firmly within the smaller vulpine, tying himself to Lifrak's rump. His malehood surged, feeling as if his insides had liquefied and shot out through the tip of his shaft, pulse after burning hot pulse of his seed spilling out into Lifrak's milking inner muscles, soaking the insides of the male beneath him with his essence, marking Lifrak's depths as his own.

Even as he shuddered with the pleasure of his climax, Jenayre was perfectly aware of Vac's shaft, pumping harder still, faster and faster into his own rump, spearing him on that thick length of male flesh. For every wave of pleasure washing through him as he spilled his seed into Lifrak's squeezing insides, he knew that he himself was about to be marked, to be seeded, to be tied. For several thrusts Vac's knot was too large, too fully inflated to push up and into Jenayre's still-tight rump, his squeezing tailring not allowing that girth to push into him.

It finally popped inside, both Jenayre and Vac all but screaming out as their bodies were locked together. For Vac it was a cry of pure pleasure, of sudden tightness wrapped around his sensitive knot, and of the flood of pleasure accompanying his release, the soaking of his friend's insides with his fluids, forever marking him as Jenayre's first. Jenayre was completely incapable of registering anything physically from that knot driving into him, so lost within his own climax was he. His body trembled, his inner muscles squeezed down tighter around it than he believed possible, and through all the pleasure of his surging malehood could he feel the sting of being so stretched.

That sting was washed away however, as he felt Vac's tip erupting within him. His tight passage squeezed tighter, rhythmically pulsing with every beat of his thudding heart as his insides milked his friend's shaft, his body desperate for each and every burst of hot liquid it could be fed. Jenayre's cries faded into impassioned, loud moans of pleasure and fulfilment as he bucked back and forth between Lifrak and Vac, his body draining his seed into Lifrak even as Vac emptied his body into Jenayre's, the young fox's body shaking as the multitude of sensations began to overwhelm him.

His mind attempted to hang onto it all, but it quickly became too much. The scents of musk and male and sweat and, strongest of all, S'vaan's seed smeared across his face, all pervaded his nostrils, drowning out all around him. The sounds of heavy panting and concerted moans and cries of pleasure deafened his ears, as pulses of colour illuminated the back of his eyelids. The taste of S'vaan's spent fluids on his tongue lingered, but above and beyond all else, was the feeling.

Unmatched, and unmatchable to Jenayre, was the completeness of the pleasure he felt. His backside, sore and stretched, was wrapped completely around the malehood of his friend, even as his own was engulfed within Lifrak's tight folds. He could feel his own seed against his shaft, slickening his length and Lifrak's inner walls even as he was aware of Vac's own fluids doing the same to him. Vac's paws tightly squeezed at his hips as he ground himself back against his friend's embedded length, revelling, drowning in the sensations.

His orgasm began to subside, lessening the pleasure assaulting Jenayre's completely fried brain, but it was far, far too late. Dizziness took a hold of his mind, his body swimming in a sea of warmth, of bliss, of pleasure he'd never dreamed of before. He felt himself falling as the last of his orgasm began to fade from his body, the colours behind his eyelids fading away as darkness rose up to take him.

One thought, one sound, one voice stuck to Jenayre, even as he fell, swallowed up by unconsciousness in the wake of mind-blowing pleasure. One long, deep murr of pleasure before the words, spoken softly but with delicious, heart-racing intention behind them that had his shaft stirring again, even as the last of his consciousness fled his body into the dark of exhausted oblivion.

"Rest well, my friend... for the night... is yet young..."

There! Done! *wipes his brow and grumbles* For those who don't actually write, allow me to offer a little insight into the process for a lot of writers I know. When you feel obligated to do something, a lot of the fun is sucked out of it. If the fun is sucked out, then the will to write really fades. I came within a hair's breadth of not finishing, or even bothering, with this... but in hindsight, now that I'm done, I'm actually really glad I finished it.

I know I'm going to disappoint some people by not writing MORE of these guys, but that's really not my problem, heh heh. I've got novel to write, I've got other stories to write. Porn is, to me, a writing exercise and little more. I enjoy it, but only from time to time. I do, however, feel very satisfied and happy that my work brings pleasure into the lives of others, even if it is hot, sticky, sexual pleasure. ESPECIALLY if it's hot, sticky, sexual pleasure.

So comment! Please! And hit the score button, too! Pleaseplease! And as with the last story, if you're reading this much and dealing with all my ranting, then the least you can do for me is to comment with, "I came!" if you did so. I was happy with the responses I got last time, but I'm sure I sucked more loads from you guys! So c'mon, get your paws cleaned up and type me a little, two-word comment!

If, again, you missed the links to the previous stories, then you can find the first story [HERE](%5C) and the second story [HERE](%5C). I do reckon you should go check them out. Scores, comments, faves, it's all good!

So again, thank you for reading, both this and the other two! Thanks as well for making Extended Training my most popular story on Yiffstar to date; I feel really proud, guys! Here's hoping that this one gets to be even more popular! I actually aspire to having the most fav'd story on Yiffstar, but it is a dream I doubt will be fulfilled. If you guys all wanna band together and prove me wrong, I'd be bloody stoked!

Anyway, enough from me. Score! Comment! "I came!" Fav it! And hope you all enjoyed thoroughly!

"All it takes is but one. One to fall to darkness, one to slip from the path of light, to stray from the warmth of the Fire and the love of the Four. All it takes is but one soul to be lost, and all of Creation may yet follow them."

• Rohn'bek Incendia, Tashik Scholar, "To Fall From Divinity"

The fall of Renthani approaches...