The Start of a Wild Week
#1 of Three's Company
A mix of scents filled the husky's nose as he made his way through the gym locker room; the smell of sweat drenched fur, sex and a musky odor lingered in that place. The stench was impossible to ignore. Some enjoyed the smell, while others weren't as fond of it. Grunts and the sound of weights clanging together filled the air alongside the odors, creating a busy environment to which most regular visitors were accustomed.
Little ran through the husky's mind as he reached his locker, stripped down, grabbed a towel, and headed for the showers. He managed to find a secluded shower with no one on either side of him; he preferred showering alone in peace and quiet. And it was quiet, aside from the grunts of men working out, jerking off as they sat on benches in the locker area, sucking each other off in the showers, and having sex wherever they pleased. That gym was as much a place to get a good pounding as it was for a hard workout. With all the sex around, the husky sometimes wondered why he kept going to that gym. Then he remembered: he kept coming back to keep up his appearance.
It took a moment for the husky to realize he had been staring off into space before snapping back to reality. He'd not only been thinking about all the testosterone-filled men around him, muscles bulging as they moved, fur dripping with sweat; he had also been thinking of what awaited him when he got home. His fur was so dripping wet with water that he wondered how long he had been out of focus.
The husky simply shrugged and began running his paws over his body, letting the water mix with his fur to wash away the sweat and dirt left over from his workout. Just as he began enjoying his peace and quiet, the silence was soon shattered by a familiar voice.
"Hey Mikey! I was wonderin' where you ran off to," said a fox as he walked up to the husky, a smile on his lips. "I saw you earlier but you ran off before I could say anything. Must've been been in a hurry to finish your workout, huh?" He put a paw on the husky's shoulder. "What's the rush?"
Turning his head towards his fox friend the husky couldn't help but smile and nod, "Yeah, I really wanna get home today." He let out a hearty chuckle, "Things to do, people to see. The usual cliche bullshit. But I'm really looking forward to tonight." The husky finished his statement with a smirk.
"Sounds like someone's going to have a sex-filled night. So who's the lucky guy?" The fox responded with a smirk just as wide as the husky's, a devious look in his eyes. He licked his lips as he waited for details from his friend.
"I'm not telling you anything about it now," the husky shook his head, "maybe tomorrow after it happens." His smirk faded and he smiled warmly at the fox, "So how have you been, buddy?"
A smile graced the fox's lips as he turned on the shower next to the husky, stepping into the warm water. He let the water run through his fur for a few moments before he spoke again, "I'm doin' pretty good. You seem like you're doing pretty good too, Mikey."
"Well, you know," the husky nodded with another smile, "it's hard not to be doing good with the life I've got: friends, a house, and plenty of things to do. I've got all I need." Lifting his arm the husky ran his paw down the underside of his arm, scrubbing the area near his armpit.
His name was Michael Thompson, a husky reaching a solid height of six foot three at the age of twenty. He had sky blue eyes and a smile that could melt a heart at a moment's notice, but he was more than just a pretty face. His body, more than just being tall, was very muscular and defined: Michael had two large marble slabs for pectorals with a set of well defined abs running along his stomach, biceps large enough that some would have trouble wrapping their paws around them, and legs that were like those of a champion runner. Despite his size, there were plenty of others in that same gym that were much larger than he was.
One of the odd quirks about Michael was that he had bits of extra fur where most others didn't. He had bits of extra fur in the space between his pectorals, along with a trail of fur running from his lower abdominals to the area just above his sheath; he also had some in his armpits, and some on his chin like a beard. However, he kept most of it trimmed and unnoticeable. Only the trail of extra fur running from his stomach towards his sheath he kept, though he never let it get out of hand.
Smiling, the fox began scrubbing his stomach, glancing at his husky friend. His smile was quickly interrupted by a smirk, and he nudged the husky's side, "You been thinking about 'him' lately? You sure seem quite and out of focus. Everything okay with you and the guys?"
The way the fox had said the word 'him' made Michael shudder, "Of course he's been on my mind. And of course things have been going fine with the guys, nothing's wrong at all."
"You haven't told him yet, have you? Have you told either of them how you feel?" He shot an accusing look at the husky with his deep brown eyes, now scrubbing his arms. The fox was a few inches shorter than Michael was, and he wasn't as large or muscular as the husky. He definitely wasn't one of the musclebound people that roamed the gym.
Shaking his head Michael let out a soft sigh, "No, I haven't told either of them. Especially not him." It's too difficult, and I don't think that the three of us can handle something like that. If I tell either one of them, things will change."
"I understand man," the fox gave the husky a pat on the back, "but you have to do it some time. You can't hide it forever."
Taking a deep breath Michael turned off his shower and glanced at the fox, "I know, I know. I'll tell him when the time is right. I just don't have any idea when that will be."
The fox turned off his shower as well and moved over so he was behind Michael, wrapping his arms around his friend. "You know I'm always here to talk if you need me, Mikey." He rested his chin upon the husky's shoulder, a finger tracing over the larger canine's stomach. "I'm also here if you ever need some good sex," the fox smirked.
"You're horny aren't you? Oh great," Michael rolled his eyes. "Just what I need to deal with, a wet horny fox." He mumbled something under his breath before speaking once more, "Yes, I have your number. I'll call you if I need to talk. Now if you'll excuse me..." He stepped away from the fox and grabbed a towel to dry himself off. When he was done, the husky put his towel on his shoulder and turned to face the fox. He waved goodbye with a smile, "See you later, buddy." With that Michael walked away from the showers and towards the locker area, mentally preparing himself for the conversation he may need to have when he got home.
He felt so relaxed and care-free, much different than the moment of anxiety he had felt before he had left the gym. It was easy for him to get his mind off the task laid out before him; he simply turned the radio to a station that played alternative rock, before letting one arm dangle out the window of his yellow Mustang while keeping a grip on the wheel with his other paw. The other windows were down slightly as well, just enough to let air flow freely through the car and ruffle his fur. He didn't bother to turn on the air conditioning, even though it was a warm sunny day. A smiled form on his lips as he glanced out at the surrounding landscape.
Before he had left the gym the husky and slipped into his usual attire on a day like this: He had on a light blue jacket with a white tank-top underneath, and a pair of blue board shorts to make him decent enough to go outside. A pair of dark sunglasses covered his blue eyes to protect them from the sun. This was the attire he was used to, casual and comfortable, yet at the same time good-looking. If he were at home, he might wear even less than he already was wearing.
As his eyes moved back to the road in front of him, his mind began to wander off in all sorts of directions. He began to think of his fox friend at the gym, and the words that had been said. 'You have to do it some time,' the fox had said, 'you can't hide it forever.' Those words stuck in the husky's mind like glue to a piece of paper. No matter what options he tried to think of, it was true: He couldn't hide it forever. One way or another, it would be done; he just had to figure out how.
Ringing filled his ears and he glanced at his phone as it sat on the passenger's seat. The outer screen was lit up and said 'Incoming Call' as it continued to ring. He switched his grip on the wheel from one paw to another and grabbed his phone with his free paw. At first he checked the number of the person calling to see if it was really that important; when he saw a familiar name on the screen he brought the phone to his ear. He bit his lip as he spoke into the phone, "Hello, Michael here."
"Hey there Mikey," said the voice on the other line. For a moment the voice paused, and a faint thud came from the other end of the line. The voice quickly broke the silence, "I just wanted to call and see how you were doin'. Earlier today you seemed kinda off, so I wasn't sure if somethin' was wrong."
With a small laugh the husky shook his head, even though he knew the person on the other end of the line couldn't see him. "No, I'm fine. I've just had a few things on my mind lately. So don't worry about me, okay?"
"Sure sure, if you say so," the voice said with a chuckle. Other voices began to fill the background of the other line accompanied by a clanging sound, so the deep voice began to speak a bit louder. "You know, you and me should get together some time. Do a routine, show off a bit maybe? We could even compare ourselves to each other. Besides," he laughed, "you still owe me after I saved your ass back in LA."
Michael couldn't help but laugh at the memories of what had happened back in Los Angeles a few years ago. He made a quick right on the road, still keeping a firm grip on the wheel with a single paw. "That was three years ago, buddy. I shouldn't owe you anything after that. Then again," he smiled, "I think I like the sound of that. But it can't be tomorrow or the next day, I'll be a bit busy hanging out with the guys. I promised them I'd spend at least one or two days with them." He paused and glanced at his watch to check what day it was; 'Monday' it read in small black print. "Today's Monday, so I'll be busy on Tuesday and Wednesday... How about Friday? That sound good to you?"
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before the deep voice returned, "Of course that sounds good. Friday it is. Where do you wanna meet? I can meet you pretty much anywhere, as long as it's here in town."
"Let's just make it easy for the both of us then. How about we meet right outside the door, the parking lot maybe?" The husky kept his eyes on the road as he drove while at the same time paying attention to his conversation over the phone. He always had considered himself gifted at multitasking.
"That sounds perfect, Mikey. Meet me in the parking lot this Friday at around, say, ten in the morning. That too early for you?"
"No, not at all. Sounds like a plan then, buddy." Michael smiled as he adjusted his sunglasses, thinking about the upcoming event. He let out a small laugh at what he imagined.
"Sure does," said the deep voice with a laugh. "Well I gotta go for a bit, okay? I need to keep workin' on this. I can't slack on it now." He paused and for a moment, the only noise on that end of the line was the other voices. Soon the voice came back on the line, "See ya Mikey."
Without a word the husky closed his phone and tossed it onto the passenger's seat. He then grabbed onto the wheel with both paws as he made his way down the road that led to his home. It wasn't long before he turned into the stone driveway of his house, parking the car and killing the engine. The husky grabbed the keys to his car and shoved them into one of his pockets before opening the door and stepping out of the car, shutting the door behind him.
Michael removed his sunglasses so he could get an unobstructed view of his house. It was a quality home with three bedrooms and two bathrooms, along with the usual necessities and additional space for various uses. The roof was covered in deep red shingles while the walls of the house were painted a yellow that was just a few shades darker than his car. There were a few windows here and there, a decent amount. His favorite part of the house's appearance was the large front door; it was a clean white with a glass design in the center near the top of the door. Green grass covered the front lawn which had a few bushes on one side, and a large oak tree in the middle of the yard.
He smiled once more as he made his way up the driveway towards his house, bare feet padding against the stone warmed by the sun. When he got to the door he took a moment to glance at it before stepping into the entryway of his house. The entryway was just a small room conjoined to a few of the other rooms in the house: the kitchen, living room, and main hallway all attached to the entryway.
Michael removed his jacket and hung it on a small coat rack attached to the wall, hanging his keys on a key rack attached to the opposite wall. Everything seemed calm and quiet in the house. That is, until he heard a sizzling sound and the smell of eggs began to fill his nose. He made his way into the kitchen and murred at the aroma.
Once he reached the kitchen he leaned against the granite counter and let out a small chuckle at the sight before him.
Standing in front of the oven was a slender lynx wearing nothing more than a white apron to cover himself, cooking some eggs in a metal pan on the stove-top. The lynx's ears twitched as he heard the sound of the husky's footsteps, a smile forming on his lips. He seemed oblivious of the husky's existence, but he knew that Michael was there. Lifting his tail the lynx wiggled his exposed rear in hopes of getting the husky's attention. He went back to cooking his eggs for a few minutes, waiting for the husky to take action.
After those few minutes the lynx felt a warm breath against his neck, and he knew his plan had worked. "Hello again Mikey," he spoke in a near whisper as his long slender tail pushed his glasses further up his nose. He smirked as he glanced over his shoulder at the husky behind him.
"Hey there Johnny Boy," Michael whispered as he kept breathing onto the lynx's neck, "you get hungry? I'm not used to seeing you cooking anything, much less wearing an apron." The husky's paws ran down the lynx's sides and let out a low growl, "I think the apron looks good on you."
Johnathan smirked again, "You're only saying that because you can see my ass. You have to admit, it makes my ass look good."
One of Michael's paws moved down to the lynx's rear and gave it a squeeze, "Hell yes it does. I doubt your ass could look any better than it already does." He kissed the base of the lynx's neck and began to gently suck, letting his tongue run through the feline's neck fur as he made loud slurping noises.
The actions of the husky elicited a moan from Johnathan's lips, tilting his head to one side to expose more of his neck. His long tail wrapped around their waists in an attempt to keep their bodies pinned together, with the husky's chest against the lynx's back. Even though all this was happening Johnathan managed to keep an eye on the eggs as they cooked.
Michael gave Johnathan's rear as squeeze as he sucked on the feline's neck. The husky let out a low growl as he closed his eyes, grinding the front of his shorts up against the feline's rear. His tail wagged from side to side, a smirk sliding across his lips, listening to the soft moans of the lynx.
All was silent, aside from the sizzling of the eggs, the moans coming from the lynx, and the various slurps and growls coming from the husky. The two were far too lost in the moment to hear the sound of foot padding through the nearby hallway on a path for the kitchen. When the footsteps stopped both the lynx and the husky showed no sign of knowing that someone was watching.
"Looks like you two started without me," said the voice coming from the entryway to the kitchen, after clearing his throat to get their attention. "You know, it's nice to wait up for everyone to get here before you start." He let out a little laugh.
Raising an eyebrow, Michael stopped sucking on the lynx's neck long enough to look over his shoulder, getting a glimpse of the newcomer. His lips formed a smile as he saw the rabbit standing in the entryway, "Hey there Sammy. Of course we were going to wait. I just wanted to see if Johnny here was ready." A smirk formed on the husky's lips.
"Oh I'm ready," Johnathan quickly added as he bent forward slightly, lifting his tail and showing off his exposed rear.
"Just hold on, okay?" Michael gave the lynx's rear a gentle smack. "Keep those eggs cooking, I'm hungry."
Sighing in disappointment the lynx nodded and went back to cooking the eggs on the stove-top, glancing every so often at the husky and the rabbit.
"Aw, why can't you do it today, Mikey?" Samuel asked with a whine as he took a few steps towards the husky. Though his name was Samuel he usually went by Sam; few actually called him Sammy, and the husky was one of those few. His eyes were a deep green that stood out against his light gray fur. He had a slender build, one that showed he didn't exercise much, yet he made sure to stay in shape. His ears were a bit floppy, but not enough that they wouldn't stay up. He had on only a pair of black swim trunks to cover himself, leaving his torso bare. Samuel leaned against the nearest wall and gave the husky a curious look.
Michael made his way over to Samuel and wrapped his arms around the rabbit, planting a kiss on his fur-covered cheek. "Because I just got home from the gym, and I had a hard workout today. I'm exhausted hun." He traced a paw down the rabbit's spine, murring softly.
A shudder ran down the rabbit's body as he felt the gentle touch of his husky friend. He wrapped one arm around the husky's waist, running a paw down the canine's firm and toned chest which was still concealed by the tank-top. "Even if you are tired, I hope you still have enough energy for one thing."
"And what's that?" The husky tilted his head and gazed into the rabbit's eyes, a smile on his lips.
Without a word the rabbit pressed his lips against the husky's in a deep kiss. He pulled Michael closer until their bodies touched, and he put his paws on the husky's chest.
The moment that their lips met a happy growl came from the husky, and he licked at Samuel's lips in hoes of gaining access to his mouth. Meanwhile his paws roamed the rabbit's back, rubbing wherever he could. When he felt the rabbit's mouth open, Michael's tongue darted inside and began writhing around inside his friend's mouth, their tongues occasionally gliding against each other.
Samuel moaned into Michael's mouth as he closed his eyes and began sucking on the husky's tongue. He pressed himself firmly against the canine, grinding the front of their shorts together. The rabbit was just as needy as Johnathan, if not more.
Johnathan was still watching the two as the eggs finished cooking, and he turned off the stove-top. He grabbed three plates and put a couple eggs on each one, setting them on the counter. The lynx then turned to stare at the two as they kissed, clearing his throat, "The eggs are ready, if it matters to you two."
Hearing the words of the lynx, Samuel's cheeks turned a light red. He had been so focused on the kiss that he had entirely forgotten about everything else, including the fact that Johnathan was just a few feet away. Breaking the kiss with the husky, Samuel stared at the lynx in embarrassment.
"Yeah, it matters. I told you already, I'm hungry," the husky licked some of his saliva off the rabbit's lips as he spoke. He then kissed the rabbit's cheek and moved over to the counter where the plates sat. Michael grabbed one and gave Johnathan a quick kiss on the neck, "I'm sure these will taste great, Johnny boy." His tail wagged happily as he made his way to the dining room table, sitting down to eat.
In the kitchen the air was filled with anxiety and tension. Johnathan and Samuel were staring at each other, frozen in place, a look of seriousness on both their faces. Finally the rabbit had enough of the staring and he looked at a plate of eggs on the counter, "What? Something wrong?"
"No, of course not," the lynx's tone was just as serious as the look on his face. His gaze narrowed to a slight glare, his mind fixed on the events that had just occurred. It took a few minutes for him to regain focus and grab a plate of eggs, moving to the dining table to join Michael.
Samuel let out a soft sigh as he grabbed the remaining plate of eggs and joined the others at the table. His gaze instantly fixed on his plate, glancing at Michael every so often with a faint smile.
The three continued to eat in silence with so many things on their mind. Awkward glances, smiles and glares ran abound. It had been quite a day for them all, and they were tired. What all of them didn't know was that the rest of the week had even more in store for them.
Sunset, a time of peace and quiet as they day begins to die down and go still; it was at this time of day that the creatures of the night crept out into the open darkness, and their 'day' began. The sun was going down behind the horizon, making a brilliant pallet of yellows, reds and oranges in the sky.
Michael stared out his bedroom window at the colorful sky and let out a yawn. He glanced at the alarm clock beside his bed, staring at the glowing screen that read '9:15 PM' in large red letters. Normally he wouldn't be going to bed until at least ten or ten thirty, but he was so tired that he had decided to go to bed early.
He slid off his tank-top and tossed it into one corner of the room not bothering to actually put it away, since he could do that later. The husky made his way over to the large mirror he kept on one wall near his dresser, often using it to make sure he looked decent enough to go outside. Another yawn managed to escape his lips as he slid off his board shorts one leg at a time, before tossing them into the corner with his tank-top.
"Well well," he looked at himself in the mirror as he ran a paw down his firm stomach, "looking good there, Mikey." He chuckled and continued staring at his reflection, glancing over his body. Michael turned so he could examine his back in the mirror. His eyes slowly moved down to his firm round rear that was concealed beneath his boxers, and he lifted his tail, as if showing off to his reflection.
Once he was done staring at himself the husky walked over to his bed and crawled onto it, the feeling of the soft sheets against his body making him murr. He didn't bother to cover himself up with a blanket; the room was the perfect temperature for him, not too cold, not too warm. The light was already off, the room dark aside from the low light of the sunset outside.
The husky could hear faint voices coming from another part of the house, though he couldn't tell what they were saying or where they were exactly. To him it didn't really matter what the two were talking about. If it was important to him, then they would have brought him into the conversation.
"Man," Michael yawned as he got into a comfortable position on his bed, "what a day." Slowly he grew more and more tired, eyelids drooping. He soon was asleep, eyes closed, a gentle murr coming from his throat.