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"Hey, Nate, where are you bro?"

"Sorry Moo, just a bit elsewhere mate."

"Hey, just try faking it a bit better bro, or the badger is gonna have you in detention till next term."

I tried to pull myself together and at least pretend to be interested in the class, but that was difficult at the best of times. Then I felt a hand reach from behind and give me a gentle touch on the thigh, nothing sexual, just a reassuring touch. Even still I recoiled a bit, the feel of Josh's fingers making me jumpy. I couldn't help that when I felt him, the way it went to all sorts of places inside me and made my sheath boil, and there was no way I could cope with that in class.

I heard him give a reassuring nicker under his breath, and I flicked an ear in response, hoping he got the message. It seemed to work, and I felt Josh leaning back again as the badger droned on again and again until his words sort of turned into white noise.

Still, I could sense Josh there, his presence both unsettling and reassuring. My senses picked up something else too, something that I didn't want to recognise. Turning briefly, I caught a glimpse of Moo, the big bull grinning out the side of his muzzle back at Josh, eyes glinting while the pony returned the look. Moo was giving a little show, flexing his arm and making his guns stand out, and Josh was doing the same while giving Moo a thumbs up and an impressed nod.

As I turned away, my ears burned a bit, and I couldn't work out why; more accurately I didn't want to work out why. Moo and Josh had formed a firm friendship in the short time he had been here, and as far as I knew there was nothing sexual about it, but there was an easy familiarity and physicality to their banter, a sort of shared jock code that made me grind my teeth a little, feeling a total outsider to their play. It wasn't helped by the fact I lusted after both in body, and in Josh's case in spirit too.

Dammit the pony is mine! It's bad enough having Mark the freaking sexy colt back in the frame. Surely here I can have him to myself?

A burst of laughter from the back row brought a few raised eyebrows and I couldn't resist turning my head again. Janet was visibly ogling the 'battle of the posers' going on behind me, her tongue hanging out and actually dripping drool onto the desk, and Matt had noticed. Unable to avoid letting out a chuckle he now was almost doubled up in his amusement, that long mouse tail wriggling in the air as he fought for control.

"Silence all of you! That is enough! I won't have my class disrupted like this, you bunch of ungrateful wretches."

Hmm ungrateful wretches. He was seriously angry, Mr Dawson. He usually didn't bring out the 'ungrateful wretches' line unless there was steam coming from his ears. Let's see...yep, and his ears are kind of twitching...someone is gonna...

"Mr Taylor! You seem to be the epicentre of the commotion as always. Tell me, what was I just discussing before you and your 'posse' interrupted us all?"

Fuck!

I waited patiently for some help, but it seemed that my friends had all deserted me, or more likely they were even more distracted than I was. Either way I was screwed; the bitter irony of the situation didn't help. For once I was innocent, but it seemed innocence was no defence.

"Umm...the Duke of Wellington?"

"Hmm...well you are only one class late for that Mr Taylor. I will enjoy entertaining you on Saturday afternoon, along with...yes let's see...Bond, Marcus, and Mitchell I think. Now, let us get back to the topic at hand which was in fact the exile of Napoleon....any objections Mr Taylor?"

"Er...no..."

"I'm gratified."

There was a general tittering in the class now, and as the badger returned to the board, I risked a brief greasy look to my erstwhile friends. Janet was looking triumphant, Matt sheepish, and Moo and Josh were giving each other paw fives. Precisely what they were celebrating I had no idea, the scummy bastards.

"Psst...sorry Nate. But it is kind of funny..."

"Hilarious pony. Fucking hilarious"

I spent the rest of the lesson with my eyes determinedly fixed on the board. I did get another brief touch from Josh towards the end, then a longer hold of my paw, and I opened my fingers, letting him hold me for a moment. I knew what he was thinking, and he knew what I was thinking too. Both of us were in for a rough afternoon, but at least we were on the same team now. Mostly.

As the bell went, we both got some good natured nudges from the gang, and some more laughs from the other class members. Janet gave all of us little kisses to make up for it, which made Matt blush and Moo go all gooey bull. I just gave her a scowl as she approached, but she gave me a peck on the lips anyway.

"I can't imagine what you four will get up to together on Saturday, but make sure you video it for me Nate? I need some good material for when I can't sleep..."

That drew more gales of laughter and made me finally blush like a novice.

Damn that girl...now I've got that orgy scene in my mind. I hope she does too and it drives her mad...screw her.

As we all filed out, Josh and I headed for our lockers instead of classes. We had permission to leave one period early, and dad had taken time off work especially to be with us. We were off to see the detective, and it was time to spill our guts, or at least part of them. There were some things I still wanted to hold back, and Josh had agreed to let me take the lead as long as I kept him in the clear. I guess the tension was as good a reason for my mood as any.

I knew there was another reason though, one fresh and painful. When I had fixed up a meeting between Josh and Mark, I knew it was the right thing, but a part of me was convinced that Josh would never forgive him. I could then be a perfect bro, consoling my pony in his hour of pain, cuddling...stroking his mane...holding him in bed while he cried and just feeling him again...

Instead Josh appeared to have forgiven the cunt. Now, to make things worse, Mark would be coming over to visit tonight after we had seen the cop. I was faced with the worst combination of appointments in history and I had to face them straight. I hadn't even smelled a joint in days; I was beginning to climb the walls.

"You ok Nate?"

"Stellar pony. Fucking stellar. God I need a smoke...don't have one do you?"

"No Nate, you know I don't..."

"Yeah, forget it. I guess we have to face detective whatshisname straight eh?"

"Well, I would recommend it Nate. Besides, he's a fellow horse. I hope I can get him on our side if you don't fuck it up too bad. He would smell the gear though if you had any, we are pretty good with scent too, even compared to wolves."

"As long as you stick with my line pony."

"Ok, I can understand...just be careful. He probably knows more than he lets on. If I see anything in his ears, I'll give you a nudge."

"Ears?"

"Yeah, it's a horse thing. Just trust me."

I ruminated on that while we headed for the main gate. Dad was there waiting, his Range Rover just one amongst many. I was about to get in when I spied something a little unusual.

Parked across the street and down nearer the cross road, a big black Chrysler van was parked, with tricked up wheel hubs and darkened windows. I couldn't see inside it at all, but it wasn't really the sort of thing you saw picking up kids from this school. As I watched, the car came to life, signalling before performing a fast and illegal u-turn and heading north away from us. The street was back to normal now; Beemer, Audi, Range, Jag, Beemer, Beemer, Mercedes.

"Someone's older brother picking up his sib in his pimpmobile you think?"

"Don't know Nate...I don't think I've seen it before..."

All three of us took the trip in silence, husbanding out strength for the ordeal to come.

*****

The police station looked exactly like a police station should, at least in my mind. Big, brown brick, intimidating. I wondered if they got special deliveries of phone books by the back door. Various furs in uniform and out came bustling into and out of the front door, and cars came and went from an automatic gate in the side street to the left. When we went into the reception area, we found ourselves in a spartan room, looking at a desk sergeant enclosed in bullet proof glass behind a counter. I smiled a relieved wolf smile when I saw a familiar face there waiting for us; my uncle Sebastian. I never thought I would be this happy to be related to a lawyer, but Dad had insisted on bringing him in on the case, and I was increasingly grateful for his insistence. It also was a good sign; whatever I had done, Dad was fighting for me with all he had to offer. Josh's pep talk seemed to have had an effect.

"Name and reason for your visit?"

Both pony and I had the jitters along with Dad, and it was Sebastian who stepped up to the plate, walking forward with a confident kick ass lawyer's stride and speaking into the microphone.

"Sebastian Taylor, SC, representing Jack Taylor, Nathaniel Taylor and Joshua Marcus. We have an appointment with Detective Sergeant Wallace?"

"Wait here."

Time passed as we stood, staring at a white door beside the enclosure as if in some sort of game show.

Now... will you take 12 to 20 in medium security, or what's behind door number 3?...

"What's the SC mean unc?"

"_Seriously costly"_

That made Dad grin. I doubted it was true, but my uncle seemed determined to be mysterious. Before I could probe again, the door opened with a click and a familiar equine came through. He was smiling, and the smile almost reached his eyes, but I had my equine interpreter on hand. I could see his ears, sort of pointing forward and twitching and Josh gave me a nudge and a big eyed look

Watch out...don't believe the false friendliness...

"Welcome, and thanks for your time. My, it is a pleasure as always Sebastian, but what brings a silk here for such a straight forward matter? No-one is in any trouble at all, this seems like overkill."

"Cut the crap Rob, we both know why I'm here and you know that I know that you know so can we get past the boring bits and cut to the real stuff?"

All of us just stood, kind of waiting for the explosion, but my uncle just smiled, and the stallion smiled too, a genuine one this time. His ears sort of moved, no longer pointing forward, just up and slightly turned. I would have to get Josh to give me a phrasebook for horse ears.

"Good to see you are still a hard ass Seb. Well, let's head to the interview room. I can tell I'm going to enjoy this one."

He extended his big hand and we followed his lead, heading through the door and around a series of corridors before being ushered into a small poorly ventilated room that stank of sweat. We all took chairs, which proved to be uncomfortable no matter how you sat in them, while Sergeant Wallace prepared things by the wall. The door opened again, and a young looking female panther in plain clothes came in and took the second seat across the table, while the stallion finished up with some electronic device before taking his own seat with solemn gravity. I gulped. This was getting serious.

"Has my client been read his rights?"

"Do you think he needs to be read his rights counsel?"

"I think it is always prudent, don't you Detective Sergeant?"

The horse gave a forced grin, and then we began the dance while I struggled to keep up.

Things went downhill fairly rapidly, or at least that was my impression, I was too busy sweating buckets and feeling like throwing up to be completely in control. My uncle's boring expensive voice was the main thing keeping me sane.

After the reading of my rights, which made my fur stand on end with the whole "anything you fail to mention may harm your defense" line, I stumbled into the highly edited version of events I had agreed with Josh. I was an occasional smoker, went to buy a small quantity "for personal use only Sergeant", got caught up in another buyer's dispute, it got physical, Josh had been worried and followed me, when I thought it was all over Josh intervened, I ran expecting him to follow but he didn't and I panicked. I waited, checked on him, and went back to call the ambulance.

The horse just looked at me the whole time, while the panther made notes in a notebook with a loud and scratchy pen.

"So that's it? They just got randomly violent? And Josh just happened to be there and when he fought them off, you left him for dead? And despite all that, they didn't kill him, just roughed him up?"

"My client has come forward voluntarily to assist the police Detective. He has given his statement, if you have any questions perhaps you could make them real questions and not the rhetorical ones you seem fond of?"

"With pleasure counsel, though your client seems remarkably full of bullshit if I am allowed to say it."

"I will make a note of it for my complaint to the ombudsman Sergeant."

"You do that Seb. Well, lets see then. First some facts ; you lawyers love facts. Some of them corroborate your client's statement, though not his first statement I might add, though they raise a lot of questions too. First, we checked the emergency call and yes, it was a match for Nathan here. I thought I recognised your voice lad. Second, we dusted the area where Joshua was found for prints. That proved greatly illuminating. We found prints belonging to some folks known to us, and some not."

"Of those known to us, we found ones belonging to a couple of folks known to be senior operatives of a local drug distribution outfit. Quite interesting fellows, these two. Thing is, these guys are not your run of the mill dealers, these are senior guys. They don't meet buyers; they deal with middlemen, the street level sellers. Funny you should be seeing them, to buy for 'personal use'. Second, we found prints belonging to two other individuals of interest, both with pervious juvenile convictions. One is your friend Joshua here, and one is a certain Bevan Volker. Now, my inquiries have determined that Bevan is quite the friend of yours, yet you never mentioned him being there before. Why is that I wonder?"

I was stunned on many levels, and was about to babble when I felt a hand on me.

"My client has made his statement Sergeant."

"Really? I think your client is full of shit. I think your client is covering up for Joshua and Bevan, who are actually dealers for this gang based on some of their previous convictions. I think your client is scared shitless...I can almost smell him sweating. I think your client is in deep shit unless he starts telling the truth, but he can save himself if he stops trying to protect his mates."

"My client is..."

"Or how about your other client eh? Mr Marcus? Perhaps you need to decide if you can represent both these clients Sebastian, or whether they aren't better served with separate counsel? How about it Joshua...do you have anything to say?"

"My client has made his statement and I advise him to say nothing further..."

My mind was racing, the fear starting to win out a little, when Josh reached out and pulled my uncle back. He nodded to me, sort of reassurance, before turning to look at the cop. I watched with my breath held, the two stallions staring at each other, an invisible line almost between their eyes. Even the panther seemed to have caught the tension, her paws on the desk and claws digging into the table top.

They stared for an eternity, then the cop broke the stare, dropping his head and flicking his ears a little before looking at Josh again with a slight hint of respect in his gaze.

"I am many things Sergeant, and I am definitely a loser. But if you know as much about me as you pretend to, you would know I wouldn't deal drugs. Yes, I was arrested and spent some time in Juvie, but it wasn't for dealing. I don't know this Bevan from a bar of soap. Nate has told the truth; I was worried, I went to see what was going on, and when they attacked I tried to stop it and save Nate and Bevan. I didn't know the gang members at all, and they didn't wait to make introductions before beating the shit out of me. Now if you are going to arrest me fucking do it, otherwise you can get stuffed."

The horse gave Josh another quizzical glance full of reluctant respect. They had enough similarities to make for an interesting comparison, Josh and the detective. I wondered about the cop's past; maybe he knew Joshes in his life, maybe he knew the pony wasn't making it up. Either way, he wasn't pushing for the moment. Unfortunately, that meant I was back in the frame.

"Well then Nathaniel, maybe you were the leading light then. Explain the inconsistencies then. I'm all ears."

I had a sudden inspiration, and prayed it would be enough without dropping Bev in the shit too deep.

"Bevan...Bevan was there. I didn't mention him because I didn't want to get him in trouble, with you or the gang.The reason we ended up meeting the gang leaders was....Bevan owed them money. A lot...I didn't know how much but it was more than he could get. They were going to use us both as leverage to get the money, and it was getting ugly...they were going to...to hurt us...to r..r..rape us and..."

Then I let the waterworks flow. Masterpiece theatre at its finest.

"Enough! Sebastian, get us out of here. Sergeant, you have what you need, and unless you are charging someone we are leaving or I will be onto the police minister and won't stop until I have your badge!"

Wow, when Dad discovered his Alpha wolf it was something. I resisted the temptation to applaud.

My uncle got all lawyerly then, and the Detective backed off, with what seemed to be good grace. The panther gave a cute smile and left, while the horse escorted us back to reception before bidding us farewell, for now. He made that seem highly significant, and I could see his gaze settle on me. It was not a kindly one.

We were back in the carpark before anyone spoke.

"Nathan, next time, it's probably better if you tell me everything. It is hard to protect you when you keep me in the dark."

"Sorry uncle."

"Tell me, is that the truth now?"

Before I could make it worse, Josh stepped in and saved me.

"Yes, Bevan really did owe them money. I knew something was wrong, so I followed, and I heard it all while I waited. When they...they threatened to...I knew I had to do something. They had Bevan's pants down already when I got to them..."

My dad just hugged Josh then, almost crying, and patted his mane.

"I'm sorry Joshua. For everything. "

While Dad held Josh, who started to shake like a leaf, I turned to a thoughtful Sebastian.

"So, will that keep the cop off my case?"

"I don't know Nathan. He could go after you for misdemeanour possession, you have admitted on tape being a user, but as a juvenile first offender he really hasn't got much to use against you and he knows it. He could try running what we call the 'hamburger with the lot', obstruction, false statement, but a magistrate would see it for what it was, an attempt to intimidate a scared juvenile."

"He seems a real asshole"

"Don't let his exterior fool you. He is just doing his job, and he is good at it. Detective Wallace can be a lot harder than that, trust me, I have gone up against him a couple of times. He was in the army, special forces, before he had enough watching his mates get killed and became a late entry into the police, so nothing much phases him. He has risen phenomenally fast since, and it isn't by kissing ass. He is a smart and ruthless operator, but also an honourable one mostly. Just don't bullshit him, or he won't stop until he has you cornered."

I gave a little shudder at that. Hopefully, these last lies would be the last. I was still repeating that hopeful mantra as we crossed the road to the car. As I scanned for traffic, I thought I caught sight of the big black Chrysler van, the same as the one I saw at school. Before I could get Josh to take a look though, it had turned a corner and vanished. I just shook my head, wondering if I was turning paranoid after the session with Sergeant killer horse.

I held the pony all the way home, and he was still shaking. My mind had recovered, and I suddenly had questions, but not right now, not with the others here. Some things I had wondered about were coming to the fore again though, and they made me worry. One of them was Bevan; I was not looking forward to the conversation where I told him I had fingered him for using. I hadn't known he had a record, but somehow it didn't surprise me. I was reluctant to go there though, half from guilt and half from anger. The other worries were all pony related though, and I promised myself I would ask him, just not with Dad there.

*****

While Mum got a briefing from Dad and Sebastian, I followed pony into his room. The unwelcome visitor was due soon, and I wanted answers before he came. I knew once Mark arrived, pony would have eyes for no one else.

"Josh..."

"What."

"Ahh, a couple of questions..."

"Let me guess. Yes, I was in juvie."

"Ok. What happened?"

"Mum's boyfriend. He...he had a dispute with one of his clients. He is a fucking coward, so he made me deliver his message...I had to trash the guy's car or Mum would cop it. Trouble was, I got the wrong car."

"Oh shit!" I couldn't stop myself from giggling a little

"Yeah, stupid I guess. My shrink said it wasn't an accident, a part of me wanted to be caught and get taken away from what was happening. It sort of worked, in reverse. Aggravated criminal damage, plus resisting arrest. I was inside for a couple of months, thanks to a law and order magistrate with an anti-horse bias and a shit legal aid lawyer. I was sent to Melham Grove in the country. It wasn't too bad once I got used to it, and some of the guys were pretty decent, but when I came out, mum's boyfriend didn't trust me anymore. That's when he passed me on to Reynard"

"You keep mentioning this guy. Who is he?"

"Someone you don't want to know Nathan. He is the sickest guy I've met, and that is saying something. He is also incredibly powerful. You think you know the people who run this city Nate. You don't. Reynard is one of them, and if he wants you dead you die. Just slowly."

"Sounds like a wonderful guy to be your guardian Josh. Is he why you aren't dead?"

"What do you mean?"

"The gang. When....when I ran, and Bevan, I thought you would be killed. I hated myself so much, and I was so shocked to find you alive. The cop mentioned it too. Did they know or something?"

"No. If they did, I doubt they would have hit me at all. No, I didn't have time to say anything anyway."

"So what happened? What did they do to you?"

Pony looked haunted again, and I realised I had deliberately avoided this question before now, sudden horrors filling my brain. I was about to tell him not to answer when the doorbell rang and we both gave a sigh of relief. Mine was less heartfelt though, as I realised who it was. Colt boy, my nemesis Mark. Next time I feel like doing the right thing, I hope my brain explodes as a warning to all.

I heard Mum answer the door, engaging in some friendly chit-chat with Mark, while no doubt scoping the colt out with an x-ray beam. That made me smile a little, until I looked at pony and saw the love in his eyes as he looked at the door. I snarled before I could catch myself, startling Josh.

"Go get him champ. Just try to avoid fucking his brains out until after dessert."

I got a sideways glance of "as if" then and a punch to the shoulder before Josh almost skipped out of the room and down the stairs. I followed with definitely heavy heart, and resolved to help my parents get dinner ready to repent for my sins. Or to give me access to Mark's food so I could poison the cunt, one or the other, I wasn't sure which.

Dinner was a strained affair, Mum and Dad trying to make small talk while Mark twirled his cutlery absentmindedly and looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him up. Eventually Mum popped the question.

"So Mark; I hear you are gay like my Nathan. When did you know?"

The poor colt spat his food out while my Mum gave me a wicked grin.

Oh my God. My Mum is on my side for once.

"Er...since puberty I guess."

"And your parents...?"

"They don't know. I...when they found out about me and Josh they went mental and sent Josh away, and I guess I pretended I wasn't gay and just curious. As far as they are concerned that's all it was."

"Hmm, pity you couldn't stand up for Josh, but he is very forgiving."

"Marion!"

That got a reaction from Josh, and my pony seemed stunned by the turn of events while I cheered silently, spooning my soup with studied innocence. Way to go Mum!

"Sorry Joshua, I'm just thinking aloud. I know it must have been hard for Mark here."

"I know what I did was wrong ma'am. And I didn't deserve to have Josh; you probably wanted him to remain Nathan's boyfriend, I don't know why they broke up..."

Now it was my turn to choke into my soup.

"Nathan? What is this?"

"Mum!"

"When I met Nathan in the hospital, he had Josh's necklace and he said Josh gave it to him because they were boyfriends. I was happy at least Josh had someone, but I saw Josh had his necklace back and when I asked if he and Nate were still together he said no so..."

"Nathan? Why didn't you..."

"Because we weren't boyfriends Marion. We never will be. Nathan stole my necklace because he wanted to hurt me, and Mark saw it when I was in hospital. He knew I wouldn't give it away to anyone who wasn't special, so he assumed. It's all I have of my Dad, my only link to him."

I gave Josh a mournful look, one he returned with equal pain while the rest looked on bewildered.

"No more lies Nate. I'm done with lies. I forgive you, and I love you as a brother now, but Mark deserves the truth. I haven't been....I mean I haven't loved anyone since...and if he wants me back, I'd like to maybe start again."

I saw the two colts embrace, there at the table, while my heart broke into a thousand spiky pieces that dug into my chest. Eventually Dad coughed, bringing an end to the PDA and we got back to a silent dinner for a time. I had lost my appetite, the food tasting like ashes in my mouth as I chewed silently. It fell to Dad to keep up a conversation, engaging the colts in reminiscences of Josh's time in his last house, and his exploits at school with me, while I stayed quiet. Mum eyed me kindly, her face a mask of understanding. I think I preferred her disappointment, it was easier to take than sympathy.

*****

I retreated to my room, nursing wounds that hurt like a bitch. Josh had done the same, but with a certain colt in tow. I could hear them, laughing, music playing as Josh shared his latest Pink Floyd with Mark. He and Matt had become thick as thieves over that, now he was sharing it with the one he cared about.

I like Pink Floyd too dammit.

Then I heard it. At first I couldn't be sure, but it got louder and my cock throbbed in spite of myself. The unmistakable sound of two guys making out; kisses first, wet smacking sounds as muzzles joined, then low husky moans from Mark. The sounds got louder, and hotter, until I heard the distinct sound of creaking bedsprings and grunts that grew in pitch until I could imagine Josh pounding his fellow colt, that long thick horsecock disappearing and reappearing as two young stallions gave themselves to each other.

I just let out a fierce snarl and reached for my phone. I knew what I needed, and right now, I needed to fuck away thoughts of Josh, and the melancholy hurt that gripped my soul. I could fight fire with fire, or fucking with fucking, and no one fucked louder than Bevan.

He proved easy to persuade, especially when I told him I had the three grand for the gang in my room and he could collect it in person. The fact that made me feel eerily like I just hired a hooker didn't improve my mood but it did increase my hard on, I was disgusted to realise. I really am a sick fuck after all; maybe Bruno had it right. I should look him up and book in for a session tied down to that bench.

Bevan knew enough to use the 'emergency entrance', making his way up the tree that grew beside the wall outside my bedroom. I heard his rapid knock on the window about the time Mark let out a long whinny and screamed out a series of short 'yes...yes...YES' cries before things went quiet. Oh great, cataclysmic horse orgasms courtesy of Josh's schlong right next door. That beautiful, erotic, massive cylinder of perfect equine masculinity....

Arghhhh!!!!

"Hey. Was that what I thought it was?"

"Don't ask Bev. Don't. Fucking. Ask."

"Wow, stud pony is a stud after all, it's not just a fantasy. Is that his boyfriend?"

"Yeah, another colt."

"Wow, two studs. Sure they won't join us for a foursome?"

I threw a pillow at the grinning fox, then reached for a textbook while he dodged and held out his paws.

"Hey! Steady on. So, I take it you want your own fun?"

"Yes. I want to fuck. Hard. Any objections?"

"None at all. Just thought we could try some of this first."

My eyes lit up as I saw Bev take a small bag out from his back pocket, along with some papers.

"How the hell?"

"Ahhh the guys aren't the only source of weed in town. You would be surprised."

"Tell me about it. Well, roll away."

We sat together on the bed, listening to the ponies next door. The noises were back, passionate cries and moans as they got into it again, and we both sat propped against the wall and just smoked away, the acrid elixir filling our lungs and making things agreeably surreal for a time. Everything sort of became hyper real, and I could almost think I could hear the hearts of the two ponies beating, and every scrape of skin on skin as they fucked. I even swore I could hear the moment of penetration, the pained bleat of Mark's sphincter as it accommodated that massive horsecock, then the slither as Josh buried himself to the hilt. It was a measure of my detachment that all I could think was how sore Mark would be tomorrow. Then we both giggled like Japanese schoolgirls listening to Mark beg for it harder, harder, harder as their rutting went on until he whinnied out another orgasm. Then it started again, miraculously.

"That Josh is some athlete. Bet he could fuck for his country."

"Yeah, Olympic fucking. Faster, Deeper, Harder. Gold Gold Gold to Australia! Fuck!"

"How about we give them some competition?"

Now that was music to my ears, and my boner, if not my aching heart. I practically ripped off Bevan's clothes, actually ripping his briefs for real in my hunger to get at his cock. Throwing him down, I dived on his sheath, slicking it back and suckling his red cock into my muzzle. My paws mauled his balls, then one finger wormed into his tailhole as he lay back and moaned. Bev liked it rough, and I was definitely in the mood.

I sucked him to the edge, squeezing his balls whenever he threatened to cum, while he writhed and shuddered under me, then I roughly turned him over, burying my muzzle in his ass. He thrust back, moaning like a slut, and I licked and probed his pucker, spreading those furry cheeks wide before slapping my nose against his hole. What the hell, why not. I pressed harder, and harder, and then gripped his hips and slammed against him, and suddenly my muzzle spread his pucker as my foxy mate gave a huge yip and wriggled his butt. I could smell the deep funk of his ass, and slid my tongue out to sample his tunnel. I was in heaven, and soon I was thrusting my muzzle in an inch, fucking his poor ass wide as he yelled and cursed and begged for it even harder.

There you go Josh...two can play the 'fuck you' fuck game.

My cock was on fire, and I needed to bury it fast or I would cum all over the place before I even got inside and I hadn't had that embarrassment since I was 14. Luckily Bev was more than ready, begging for it while his ass clenched round my muzzle. I pulled back, positioning over my fox, my body covering his like a good dom wolf should, and I bent to his neck. My muzzle snapped closed over his neck, biting down and drawing blood that tasted like nectar on my tongue.

I lined up my quivering tip against his gaping hole, teasing his anal lips for a moment, circling them while I rotated my hips, showing him who was in charge. Then I gripped the sheets in clenched fists, claws shredding the cloth, and rammed forward, burying my cock to the hilt in Bev, my knot driving inside and spreading his hole painfully wide while he bit into the pillow to stifle a scream. I didn't let up, pulling back while he whimpered, before slamming in and holding there, his anus terrorised and still spasming around me. Then I rocked my hips and began a long hard fuck, powering into his depths without mercy, ramming his little foxy nut again and again while he struggled for breath, body heaving under the assault.

His struggles subsided, and he lay slack, body moving with mine and a sort of low yipping moan flowing from his muzzle, along with a gallon of drool, then I felt him start to push back to meet my thrusts. He started panting, and I bit him again, marking his neck while he whimpered softly, then groaned, then finally all he could do is grunt as I felt his ass contract in a series of rapid pulses that signalled a deep anal orgasm wracking my foxy boy and leaving him spent.

I wasn't though, and I kept on thrusting, my tongue lolling out and eyes fixed in a predatory rictus as I fucked. Bev started complaining but I just slapped him hard, and he flattened his ears and took it, until I felt his sighs become sobs of need again and his ass felt so hot, like molten lava encasing my cock and I knew it would happen this time.

His tunnel began to flutter, and I slammed short thrusts against his prostate until I felt him clench down hard and my own orgasm shuddered through my body. It was my turn to cry out, a long wolf howl of lust and triumph as I unleashed the biggest seed dump of my life inside Bevan's ass, the spray of jizz going on and on until it was almost painful and I collapsed in a ragged heap against my fox.

We just held, my arms wrapped around Bevan, the fox barely moving and just snuggled against my body. I could still taste the blood from his neck, and the funk from his well spread ass, and I licked my lips hungrily as we rode out the last waves of pleasure. I was dimly aware that I had lost it, gone completely wild and not cared how much I hurt him. I was also dimly aware that we had both liked that more than I was comfortable with. For the moment, though, all I could think about was Josh on the other side of the wall hearing our wild fucking. I wondered what he felt; a part of me feared the answer was nothing at all.

After a while, Bevan stirred and craned his neck to give me a kiss.

"Fuck, that was sensational. Where did you find that one wolf boy?"

"I dunno. Inspired I guess."

"Well, remind me to get you to give me a booty call whenever you hear pony boy at it, because he definitely brings out the wild wolf in you. That's what I'm talking bout friend. Yesss!"

I smiled, in spite of the warring emotions. I won't deny it. My ego was in full on triumph mode.

"Not bad for half stoned either."

"Yeah, though this is a special blend. It's new, I'm just trying it out and so far, the results are spectacular."

"Oh, where did you get it?"

He just giggled then, and I looked at him, waiting patiently, but every time it looked like he would talk, he fell about laughing. It was not amusing me, and I let him know by pulling partly out, my knot still swollen and stretching his battered ring painfully.

"Ahhh! No no no ok ok stop! Shit that thing hurts...ok. You will never guess."

"Try me."

"Matt."

"Matt?"

"As in Bond. Mouse boy."

Now I was genuinely stunned.

"Mouse? He's a good boy, bit of a dreamer but just a nice quiet guy!"

"Seriously Nate. For someone who thinks they are so worldly wise, you are pretty naïve some times. Matt is so chilled partly because he has access to some of the best weed in the city. You know his house backs onto the national park right? Well, he has his own plots in the park, in a part you can't get to easily, and he has been conducting breeding experiments. He has crossbreeds that would knock your brain into orbit. This is the mildest and it seriously rocks."

"I...I can't believe it. Matt? How do you know?"

"I'm his distribution arm. When things started going pear shaped with the gang, I looked for new opportunities and Matt happened along. He knew about my dealing, he was a customer, and though he doesn't like me too much he knows I know how to move product."

"Holy shit! So can I get some? Hang on....fuck! Urine tests!"

"Relax Nate. I can show you how to fake them...you will pass every time."

"Well...here's to more smoke then!"

"I'll fuck to that!"

I groaned a little, feeling his ass clench around me, trying to milk my cock. As my foxy boy yipped sexily, I hardened again, my knot throbbing inside him. I bent to him, licking his neck, teasing the bites as he almost purred. I couldn't hear anything from Josh's room now, but I didn't care any more. I felt invincible.

Then Bevan's phone began to ring. And ring, and ring, and ring.

"Leave it!"

"No, I need to check if it's the parentals. I'm studying tonight and I need to put up a good front in case they worry."

"Fuck!"

"Soon, don't get your knot in a knot!"

Giggling at his pun, Bevan checked the phone, frowning at the number before answering. I only got one half of the conversation, but I could tell it wasn't a happy one.

"What's wrong?"

"Fucking hell Nate. The cops have been, a Detective Sergeant Wallace from the drug squad. He was asking a whole lot of questions about me and the gang and the factory on McNaughton Rd. Dad was home and had a whole bag of weed out and was too stoned to hide it; the cop is threatening to do Dad for trafficking. Fuck this is serious!"

I realised I had screwed up badly. I was supposed to warn Bevan, but I didn't think the horse would move that fast. I was so obsessed with drowning out Josh's lovemaking I had forgotten, and now the shit had hit the fan.

"Fuck! Bev...I'm sorry...It's my fault..."

"What?"

"The cop...we saw him today. They had evidence, forensics, fingerprints. They knew you were there. I ran a line about you being just a personal user like me, and owing the gang money. I thought the cop bought it, but he must have gone to your place to question you before I could tell you. Shit, I'm so sorry."

"Sorry? Sorry? You fucking asshole!"

Bev twisted, his body writhing out from under mine, my knot pulling free of his ass and making him cry out in sudden pain. He didn't stop though, until he was beside me and his fists began pounding on my chest.

"You stupid selfish shit. Even I am not that much of a shit. Do you realise what you've done? Dad could lose his job. He could go to jail. What the fuck?"

I just lay there taking it until Bev had run out of puff then I held him close to my body while he cried. Eventually he stilled, shaking a little but not moving.

"Bev...I will make it ok. Trust me, the cop is after the gang and me in that order. I will smooth it over. Look, in the top drawer of my desk, you will find the three grand. Let's go see your dad, I can explain and apologise, and you can get the gang off your back. We can make this right Bev, please trust me."

"I taught you to trust no one Nate, so don't tell me to trust. Let's go then, at least Dad will have someone else to yell at besides me. You had better have a good plan Nate, that's all I can say."

We dressed quickly, throwing on clothes in our haste. The glow of the smoke, and the wild fuck had gone, replaced by a deep sadness. I had screwed up with Josh, now I had screwed up with Bev. There weren't a lot left who would piss on me if I was on fire.

As I opened the door, I was surprised to run into Mark, just shutting the door to Josh's room. He gave a sort of sheepish grin, and a wink, before we all began the walk of shame to the front door. I guess none of us should be embarrassed, and Bev didn't know how to anyway.

"So, pretty epic fuck there pony boy. Props."

"Eh...thanks."

"No, really, I've seen Josh's endowment, and believe me, anyone who can go several rounds with that in a night deserves much respect."

"How did you...?"

"Long story. Nate here likes candid camera shots of naked pnyboy, and sharing them around. It's part of his winning personality. Believe me, I'm a fan off his camera work. Hit me up if you would like a copy, my gmail is bevanfoxyass96. So, you leave Joshy boy in the post fuck snooze yeah? What's he doing, hugging the pillow where you used to be?"

"Something like that."

The colt was being as noncommittal as possible, but Bevan wasn't deterred. We had reached the front door, and I was desperately hoping Bev would shut up, nudging him with my footpaw and then kicking as he kept on while we walked towards the street. His next line of questioning had me all ears though.

"So...are you two an item now or what?"

The colt looked kind of guilty then, and I leaned in to listen thankful for Bevan's lack of social graces for once.

"Let me guess; he might be the hottest horsecock in captivity, but he's still from the wrong side of the tracks and you're a good straight colt with a trust account and want to keep it that way?"

Mark's eyes widened, and I could see the fear in his eyes. Bevan had scored a bullseye, and I was kind of disappointed to realise my inner wolf gave a little cheer. I might be a bastard, but I was not alone.

"Look...Josh is sweet and I love him so much..."

"But?"

"My parents...they might just deal with me being gay, eventually. They won't take me having a foster colt and former juvie inmate as a boyfriend. I just don't think it will happen. I would be with Josh if I could, but I don't know, I just think it's impossible. He needs someone who can love him completely, and openly."

It was my turn to get angry now.

"So what, it's not him it's you?"

"If you like, yeah."

"So what was this? Tonight?"

"I don't know. I love him, I told you that, and he wanted me too. Maybe this was just a beautiful goodbye. Josh will have this to remember me by, and I will have this forever. I will always remember the look of love in his eyes, and the feel of him inside me. And one day, I will have that with someone I can truly love back. I...I just don't think that's Josh."

I was stunned, and angry, partly at Mark, and partly at myself for the knowledge that somewhere inside I was happy, really really happy. I was about to tear strips off the selfish ass anyway when Bev piped up, exhaling a sweet puff of smoke and grinning like the Cheshire cat.

"Well, smart move dude, you sound like a guy after my own heart. No place in life for sentiment, you have to look after number one. Here, you deserve a smoke."

"Thanks"

"Smart? Fucking smart? Do you know what this will do to Josh?"

He fixed me with his most haughty stare, all that equine breeding giving his contempt an extra edge, while he puffed luxuriously on Bevan's joint.

"Do to Josh? Says the guy who stole the most precious thing he has, who lied about being his boyfriend, and apparently webcammed him and spread it round? I'm taking Josh care lessons from you? Give it a break."

I wanted to snot him so bad, but I couldn't. He was right.

"He's got you there Nate. You don't exactly look out for Josh any better. Face it, pony is a survivor, and he will go back to where he came from and you will still be here and facing the same problems. Nothing ever changes."

And so we stood, by the side of the road, all three in the aftermath of wild problematic sex with uncertainty in the future, sharing a joint. For me, I realised I had crossed a Rubicon, as Bevan's words echoed in my mind.

That was not me. Not any more. From now on I was a different wolf; one that could be the guy that Josh needed, one he could rely on.

I dropped the butt on the grass, rubbing it into the dirt with my paw, as the colt prepared to head into the night.

"Well, it's been real guys. Look after Josh for me Nathan, and Bevan, if you have any more of this, I'm all yours."

Bevan was about to give another snappy comment when the night time quiet was disturbed by noise. Tyres screamed nearby, and suddenly we were surrounded by cars. One of them I recognised; a big black Chrysler van.

Before I could shout a warning, the doors of the van opened, and I was staring into the muzzle of a sawnoff shotgun, one pointed at my chest. And the aim did not waver.