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First chapter is only build up and some light teasing, with character and world building. Yiff doesn't start until the next chapter.

Sunday night at Ryan’s Pub. The mahogany walls gave the place a close, cozy atmosphere, enhanced by the warm, golden lighting favored by the proprietor, a middle-aged stoat anima named Connor Ryan. His ancestors had immigrated to the US from Ireland all the way back in the 1840s, spending a while on the east coast, before getting work on the railroad heading west. When the rail was finished, they started looking for a place to settle, and, around 1892, found themselves in the small railroad town of Whitewater, then on the edges of the Whitewater River. The place was mostly home to Natives, all perfectly friendly, of course, the Civilized Tribes, so they called them, though there was a new abundance of homesteaders and immigrants from all over coming in as part of the Land Run, and so, Seamus Ryan and his wife Maggie decided to settle there in town, and built their Publick House as a way of giving these misbegotten wanderers a taste of their old home country.

Now, 130-ish years later, after the river was dammed to make a lake and the town renamed “Deepwater” in honor of that, their Great-Great-Grandson, Connor, stood behind the bar, chatting with a human and a collie anima, while polishing a mug. The mug didn’t need to be polished, but it was a time honored tradition among barkeeps the world over, and he intended to follow it.

Not that Connor was a man tied down by tradition. It was all well and good to polish a mug, or sing a song, but some traditions were better left in the past. Anyone who knew Connor knew he believed this wholeheartedly, and that was why his Pub had become the impromptu hangout for what passed for Deepwater’s LGBT community. Which was mostly relegated to a few dozen college kids and a few older folks who were finally feeling comfortable with letting their hair down, but even after all this time it wasn’t that big of a city, only 10,000 or so residents, all told, and it was the Bible Belt.

Ryan’s Pub had received a number of complaints, threats and attempts at legal action over the years, but Connor had seen to them all with the same easy grin: The complaints and lawsuits were seen to with a polite letter from his lawyer, stating that if anyone could find any actual, legally binding evidence of any wrongdoing on his part, then he would gladly pay whatever fine the courts deemed appropriate. The threats were usually dealt with in a rougher, and less public, fashion. Ol’ Man Ryan was well known to keep a hickory baseball bat behind the bar, and more still his younger son, Clifford, was a big lad, for a stoat, High School wrestling champ and currently in training with thoughts of heading into the UFC one day. He often liked to post up by the front door with an old fashioned Irish walking stick, made of traditional blackthorn, across his lap, just to keep an eye on things.

Now, this trust and warmth between Connor Ryan and the local queer community wasn’t simply born of his own good nature, welcoming smile and overall friendly disposition. It also had a lot to do with the slim, lithe young stoat currently sitting at a table with a few friends, off to one side of the pub. They were leaning back against the wall, their paws up against the edge of the table while they scrolled on their phone, their claws, both toe and finger, painted a soft lavender color today. Fine eyeliner caused their cool, blue eyes to pop in the warm lighting of the pub, and they wore black and white arm and leg warmers, their paws tucked into a pair of high heels, specially made for anima to leave their paws exposed. They wore a tank top in all the colors of the Pride flag, and a pair of very short cut-off jeans, leaving a bit of a gap of soft, neatly trimmed thigh fur visible between them and the top of their leg warmers.

Many strangers in the bar might see a family resemblance, between them and the owner of the bar and his son, possibly assuming as most did that this must be his daughter. His baby girl, Erin, often helped tend bar when it was busy at the Pub, like last night, but tonight she was off with her boyfriend seeing a movie. No, this was his oldest son, Ashley Ryan.

Ashley was… flamboyant, to say the least. Some assumed initially that he was trans, but no. No, he had no confusion nor problems about his gender or sex. He was male, and happy to be so. He simply preferred to embrace his feminine side to the nth degree. Some also assumed that his father must be so embarrassed or even ashamed of him.

Those patrons who made this assumption were quickly reminded what it means to “Ass-u-me” anything, and if they didn’t like it, they best not let the door hit them on the way out. Connor loved all his children, equally, and he was equally proud of them. Ashley was a free spirit, the sort that in bygone eras might’ve become a writer or an artist, and, indeed, he had a creative streak a mile wide, when he could get himself to focus on what he wanted to make. Many of the art pieces and murals on the Pub’s walls, outside, had been painted by him, and some of his friends. He was not the sort cut out to be a corporate stooge or a minimum wage lackey. Connor had always known it, even before making the boy go to work at Walmart for a year, just to make sure he understood what it meant when, the day he walked out of the place a free man, Connor looked at him and told him “Now, you do what you want in life, lil Aislinn, understood?”

Ash had been sullen and quiet and angry for a while, before hand, but when his father had said that, the boy’s eyes had lit up like beacons and he had hugged him so tight, the old stoat doubted he’d ever need to go see a chiropractor, ever again. Now, other than his art, the boy’s main goal recently had been the intent of taking over ownership of the Pub itself, and Connor couldn’t be more happy with the idea. If anyone could take the old place over and keep it rolling the way it should into the future, it’d be his Aislinn, his little Dream.

* * * * *

Around the table sat Amanda White, Mandy to her friends, a whitetail doe wearing torn cargo pants, a Slipknot tanktop and a ballcap turned backwards on her head, and Taliesin Jackson, an African Wild Dog wearing a fishnet shirt under a white tanktop and a pair of baggy shuffle pants that hung low around his narrow waist, and in the middle, back to the wall with his paws up on the table was Ashley.

The stoat flicked his finger over his phone, skipping to the next short in line on FurTube, before groaning and leaning his head back, dropping his phone into his lap. “Ffffuuuuck. I’m so bored!”

“Where’s Dylan, again?” Tal asked, glancing aside at the stoat with a quirked eyebrow and a little smirk as he laid his phone down and took a sip from his Guinness. He and the stoat had been best friends since they were in elementary school together, and he’d been hanging out at the pub since before either of them were technically allowed to be there. The Ryans’ apartment was on the second floor above the bar, though, so it was never hard to sneak in later in the evenings, and Ol’ Man Ryan even used to slip them a beer or two, once they hit fifteen or sixteen. Of course, that was back when Tal still had tits, and every guy at S. Tolliver High thought “she” was the hottest thing since sliced bread. Not that it bothered him too much, he didn’t particularly care about what a partner had between their legs, as long as they were polite and knew how to have fun.

Now, Ash lifted his head and looked at the canine with a roll of his eyes. “At home, I guess. I texted him earlier and he said he was fine. I dunno, that was kind of a hairy scene last night.”

Mandy looked up from sipping her tea and frowned. “I still can’t believe you two ran into Michael fucking Tsang in this place last night. OR that Dylan was stupid enough to want to talk to him! That tiger made our lives shit for five years!”

Ash frowned sadly. “I know, but… you know what Dilly’s like, Mandy.”

“I know, I know. ‘Everyone deserves kindness’. Pfft. One of these days, that’s gonna come back to bite him. Surprised it didn’t last night.”

Ash hummed softly to himself. “I mean, it got close, I’ll admit, I thought for sure I was gonna have to call the cops and tell them Cliff had broken another one, but… Honestly, shug, Dilly held in there and Cliff said the guy, Michael, actually seemed like he just sort of ran outta juice somewhere in there. They talked a bit more outside and then the guy left.”

Mandy grunted with a sour look on her face and sat back in her seat, shaking her head. “I still think it was stupid. Who knows what the hell could’ve happened if Cliff hadn’t been there. What was that asshole even doing here?”

“I dunno.” Ash replied, putting his paws down on the floor and tapping them, fidgeting in his boredom.

“Not to change the subject, ladies, but… I think I’ve seen something more interesting to talk about than our friend of questionable sense and y’all’s old school bully.” Tal said, biting his lip as he leaned on his elbow. The deer and stoat looked at him, then turned, following his gaze to the bar, where they all spied a husky anima, probably in his early 30s, sitting and looking a bit awkward at the bar. His thick, dark fur was splashed with white along his face and chest, and he tugged at the sleeves of his tee shirt while waiting for a drink, looking around as though searching for someone.

“No way.” Mandy said, sitting back in her chair and looking at the husky, then back at Ashley as though she thought the stoat had something to do with him.

“Oh, em, geeze, he came back!” Ashley said, kicking his paws at the floor excitedly. “And he’s looking around, is he…?”

Tal looked at Mandy in confusion, who rolled her eyes. “Same dude was in here last night, and he’s straight, Dylan even went over and talked to him and said he was.” She huffed and crossed her arms. “Don’t get all excited, Ash, just cause Dylan’s not here doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be upset if you broke his golden rule!”

“But, Maaaaandyyyy! If he came back, it must mean he’s curious! Why else would he be here?” Ashley whined, looking at the cervine, annoyance on his face.

Mandy rolled her eyes. “Maybe he likes the atmosphere?”

“Uhhh, Mans? I don’t mean to rain on y’all’s parade or nothing, but, um….” Tal caught her attention and pointed, and she and Ash both looked over to see that the husky was staring at them.

No. He was staring at Ashley. As they looked at him, his eyes widened and they could see the blush spread over his face from where they sat. He lifted a hand and, very awkwardly, waved at them. Ashley bit his lip and lifted a hand, waving back, before turning to look at the other two. He actually squealed with excitement and clapped his hands together, before looking at Mandy. The deer, for her part, just sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Okay, fine! I guess that means he’s interested, now.”

The stoat grinned from ear to ear, grabbing his drink and standing up, before turning and making his way with predatory grace through the tables, making a beeline for the husky, who was watching with his mouth hanging open a bit. Taliesin sipped his drink, eyebrows up. “Damn, I wish seeing a strange guy in the bar made me that excited.”

“Ash does appreciate the small things.” Mandy said, rolling her eyes.

“…. Well, here’s hoping he’s not that small, otherwise it’d be a waste of energy.” Tal said, chuckling.

* * * * *

Ashley couldn’t help but bounce and strut a bit as he walked through the crowded pub towards the bar. He knew he looked amazing, without a doubt, after all he put in several hours of work most days to make absolutely certain of that. His deep brownish-orange coat gleamed, glossy and smooth, fur trimmed down to a short, sleek coat most everywhere he could reach. It shaded to a bright, creamy white along his throat and belly, as well as the underside of his short, fluffy tail and on his head, between his ears. That head fur was allowed to grow out a bit, and styled into a cute little swoop that fell down and covered his left eye, the tip dyed a bright, vibrant purple. The light caught the piercings he sported, a stud in his right eyebrow and a small hoop in his nose, and reflected back brilliant gold and silver.

His slender, lithe form wove effortlessly between the tables and he felt the eyes on him, some with envy, many with lust and some (mostly girls with their boyfriends) with open jealousy. The fact that most of them had no idea they were looking at a 24 year old guy only made him grin wider as he stepped out from the ring of tables and up to the bar, smoothly slipping around the husky where he sat at the bar, spying the empty stool beside him that he’d laid his hoodie over.

“Is this seat taken?” He asked, leaning into a somewhat cutesy Southern belle inflection as he laid one hand on the stool in question.

The husky gulped loud enough for him to hear, before nodding then shaking his head alternatively. “N-No! Not at all!” He said, the blush still powerful enough that Ash wondered if he’d be able to feel the heat coming off his face.

The guy was just as built up close as he’d looked from a distance, broad shoulders and chest, narrow waist with strong legs that his sweatpants did little to hide. He clearly spent time in the gym, and did not skip leg day. He was also quite a looker, his black fur freshly trimmed to avoid that awkward Spring shedding, left his muscles and the line of his jaw well defined. He was tall, too, at least six feet. Even in his heels, which didn’t do nearly as much to add height to an anima as they did for a human, Ash only came to about five-seven and a half. This guy would likely tower over him when he was bare pawed. And, on top of all of that, he smelled amazing, a potent mix of the shampoo and cologne he used, undercut with the cloying aroma of musk and sweat from the gym.

It made Ashley tighten up inside, he felt his heart rate pick up and his stomach clench a bit.

The stoat sat down on the stool, crossing one leg over the other as he sat sideways so he could face the husky, who turned a bit on his stool to face him, as well, though he did not make much eye contact. Ashley bit his lip slightly, before smiling and leaning forward a bit, putting one hand on the bar, close to the husky’s hand. “Nervous?” He asked, sweetly.

The husky cleared his throat and nodded. “Um… A-A little, yeah.” He said, swallowing roughly.

“That’s okay!” Ash said, smiling. “So… I’m assuming from you being here that… you decided you might be a little curious?” He left his hand sitting there, an open invitation. He saw the big canine glance at it, saw him lick his lips, before he slowly drew his hand back a bit. That was frustrating. Does he want this, or not? No, no, Ash, it’s okay. You remember when you realized you were gay, it was really weird and awkward and you didn’t know who to talk to about it. It must be sooo much harder, when you’re this guy’s age. “So, what’s your name? Mine’s Ashley, but you can call me Ash.” He said, moving his hand back, before offering it for a friendly shake. Much as he hated it, some guys you had to take a slower approach with. You couldn’t just rush to the fun stuff.

The husky cleared his throat, glancing around, before reaching up and taking the stoat’s hand in his. “Uh… T-Tobias.” He said, gripping the stoat’s hand, firmly at first before loosening up a bit. His pads were sweaty, and the stoat smiled at him, shaking his hand.

“Tobias, huh?” He said, leaning in and giving the dog a little wink. “I’m gonna call you Toby~” He said, and watched the husky gulp. The dog took his hand back and turned away slightly, leaning forward at the bar and looking at the glass of whiskey that had been sat down in front of him just before Ash got over here.

“I, uh… I’m not sure… That is, I’m not really… looking for a relationship, or anything.” He said, nervously, glancing aside at Ash. The stoat just smiled at him and winked again.

“Well, that works out just fine, doesn’t it? I don’t really do ‘relationships’, hon. I prefer to just stay casual about things. I pick up a guy, we have some fun… And, maybe, if he’s really fun, I might just invite him back again, some time.” Ashley twirled a finger in the thicker, fuller fur on the side and back of his neck as he spoke, licking his lips when he knew that Toby was watching.

For his part, the husky was definitely watching, one hand covering his mouth as he watched the stoat with wide, hungry eyes. “So… This is just for fun, then?” He asked, clearing his throat.

“Yep, that is what I just said, unless my command of the English language failed me just then.” Ash said, poking his tongue out a little bit in a teasing way, before leaning sideways, on the bar, shifting his legs to reveal a bit of the bulge that had filled out the front of his shorts while they’d been talking. He saw Toby’s eyes flit down, and the blush on his face grow more intense, before the husky cleared his throat and shifted.

“Uh… Look, I’ve… never done this before. Not with a… A, uh….”

“With a guy?” Ash finished for him, smirking slightly.

“Y-Yeah.” The husky said, licking his lips. “Is, uh… there anything I should… know?”

Ash put a finger on his chin. “Hm. Well, for the most part it’s not too different than with a girl. An anus is an anus, after all. Have you ever done anal, with a girl?”

His candidness had made the man’s eyes go a bit wide, and he looked around, as though afraid someone might overhear. He cleared his throat and tugged at his collar, shifting in his seat. As he did so, Ash looked down and caught the briefest glimpse of the bulge in the front of his sweats. Holy shit, he’s big! He thought, feeling a light flush fill his face as his own member stirred between his legs at the thought.

“So,” Toby continued. “That is, uh… Y-yeah, I have.” He said, nodding and looking around. “Um, anything else?”

Ashley nodded. “How often do you do this? With girls, that is?” The husky looked a little perturbed, like he wasn’t sure what he was expected to say to such a forward question, and Ash chuckled, leaning forward. “I just want to make sure you’ve gotten checked out and are clean, ya know? You gotta be careful, to be a slut these days, ya know?” He said, winking, and the husky blinked and then shook himself, as though coming out of a daze.

“Oh, uh. R-Right. I mean, I am, clean, that is. I get checked out every time I go to the doctor, so every three months, usually. I don’t… Um, that is, I don’t usually do this sort of thing more than that.” He said, obviously still very awkward about all of this.

“Mm, I can tell.” Ash said. “Or is it just the whole ‘gay’ thing that’s still got you acting like a virgin on prom night?” He asked, grinning as the dog flushed.

“I… Yeah, okay, that’s got me… a little awkward, but there is… Um….” he drifted off, looking away and rubbing the back of his neck, looking uncertain.

Ash, frowning slightly, reached over and laid a gentle hand over his on the bar. “It’s okay, babe. What ever you need to say, you say it. No judgment, here.”

Toby looked at the stoat for a moment, before clearing his throat and leaning forward. “What… Um, w-what are your feelings about, like… k-kink?” He whispered, as though they were plotting a conspiracy.

Ash laughed. He tried not to, he really did, but the way the guy said it, like it was something only to be spoken of in the most hushed of tones, in the most private of sanctums, was so silly. He laughed, and Toby blushed and sat back, looking a little put out, and Ash had to hold up a hand while they got control of themselves, reaching over and taking the guy’s untouched whiskey glass and taking a sip of the burning liquid to calm himself. Once he had control, he turned back to the dog and smiled. “Hon, sugar, sweetbean, I promise. Nothing you’ve got will phase me, and if it does… All the more interesting it is, then~”

The guy looked at him for a moment, then slowly nodded, looking around. “Okay, um. Is there, like, a booth we could go to? Somewhere private?”

Ash looked at him for a moment, thoughtfully, wondering just what exactly he was into that had him so uncomfortable. He couldn’t fathom, unless it was something… illegal, and even then. Finally, he nodded, turning and looking around, down this side of the bar, and spotted his Dad polishing a mug, as usual, and chatting to someone. He held up a hand to catch his attention, and a moment later, having politely pulled away from that customer, Connor came over.

A thickset, and somewhat vertically challenged example of mustelid kind, Connor Ryan had often had people underestimate him. At five-seven, it was clear who Ash had gotten his height from, but the rest of Connor’s genes had evidently skipped Ash. He was heavyset, with a decently sized beer belly, but most who knew him, knew it was more of a musclegut, and you could still see that in his arms and chest, both rippling and strong. Ashley did not mind admitting, though only to himself, that his father, and his brother, were both likely the cause of the sort of men Ash considered to be his ‘Type’; muscled up gymbros and daddies just did it for him.

Now, as he stepped up, smiling at the pair of them from behind the bushy mustache he had styled into his facial fur, Ash smiled back, father and son sharing a certain mischievous twinkle. Ash’s Mom had called it ‘Fairy Lights’. “Heya, Dad~” Ash said, which made Toby look over at him with a small flicker of alarm. “Are any of the booths free?”

Connor reached up, brushing a hand over his mustache as he glanced at the big husky, then looked back to his son. “Now, Aislinn, am I gonna have to deal with the cops showin’ up later cuz some poor idiot saw more than they should’ve and got offended?”

Ash rolled his eyes dramatically. “Ugh, nooo, Dad! I told you, that was just the once, I promise! We just need somewhere to talk for a minute without anyone overhearing.”

“Discretion? Who are you and what’ve you done with my son?”

“They say it’s the better part of valor, right? Thought I’d try it out, see if I’m meant to be a knight!”

“Right, sure, and I’m the Mother Mary. Yeah, the Southwest booth is clear, last I checked. You can have it.” Connor said, smiling, before leaning over and tousling the slim, petite stoat’s hair a bit. “Have fun, kiddo.” He said, before shooting the husky a Look, which said without words and in less time than it took to breathe ‘Make him happy and I’ll buy you a drink. Make him cry, and I make you cry’. And then he was gone, and Ash was standing up, looking at the husky.

“Oh, hey, you finally got that blush sorted out!” He said, teasing, as it looked like most of the blood had ran out of the guy’s face. “Don’t mind my Dad, he’s a big ol’ softy, I promise!”

“Th-that’s your Dad?! He’s the bartender here?!” Toby asked, blinking, as he stood up, taking Ash’s hand as the stoat led the way through the crowd, towards the designated booth.

“More than that, he owns the place!” He said, seeing the dog look at him with shock on his face. “Yup! Ashley Ryan, at your service, sir!” He said, turning mid step and giving a little curtsy. “This ‘ere place ‘as been in me family for t’ree generations, so it ‘as! An’ I’ll be takin’ it next, if I has my way about’it!” He said, putting on a fairly convincing, if a bit overplayed, Irish accent, before grinning and giving a wink. “So, when I say that you are safe here, I mean it! This is a judgment free place, as long as you’re not intending to hurt anyone or insult people.” He said, as they stepped up to the booth and he gestured for the husky to enter first. “If you are, then you get to answer to my Dad and his baseball bat, if you’re lucky.”

Toby gulped as he slid into the booth, sitting down and watching as the slender stoat slipped in beside him, rather than across from him, pressing up against him as he did. “A-And if I’m unlucky?” He asked, not sure if there could be anything worse than dealing with that old stoat and his bat. In his experience, short, stocky older men like that tended to be really mean when they got angry.

“You deal with my brother, the black belt.” Ash said, and that answered that. “So. What’s so kinky that you couldn’t talk about it out there?” He asked, leaning in to the dog’s side and feeling how warm and strong he was, one hand slipping up to touch his arm, feeling the muscle under his shirt.

“Uh, well. This.” Toby said, reaching into one pocket of his pants and fishing out his wallet. He unzipped a side pocket and, while Ash was busy wondering what the hell he was gonna do, pulled out a ring.

It wasn’t anything crazy, in fact it wasn’t even metal, but one of those stylized silicone bands people wore when they were on vacation or doing really active stuff, like going to the gym, so that you didn’t lose the real thing.

The real thing being, without a doubt as he slipped it on his left hand, a wedding ring.

Ash frowned, pursing his lips, and leaned away from the dog, staring at him. “… Okay, listen, buddy. I may be a slut, and I may not have much interest in a relationship or monogamy in general, but I still understand where to draw the line. Cheating isn’t okay, and I’m not going to be responsible-”

The guy was shaking his head, looking nervous. “N-no, no! It’s not cheating! At least… Not really?” He said, and Ash quirked an eyebrow at him, before turning to leave, feeling all his excitement starting to fall away and leave him with an achy feeling in his gut. Then, Toby grabbed his hand. “She knows!” He said, and Ash froze.

He turned, looking at the husky for a long moment, frowning slightly. “She… knows?” He asked, frowning, but curious.

“Yeah! Yeah, she… Alice, my wife. She… I know what it must seem like, but I promise this kinda thing was her idea, initially, anyway!” He said, seeming a bit desperate.

Ash stared at him a moment, before sitting back down, narrowing his eyes. “Prove it.” He said, and the husky blinked.

“Wh… how?!”

“Call her. Or does that ruin the fun?” Ashley said, staring at him, challenging him with his eyes and posture.

The husky stared back for a moment, frowning, before sighing and turning away, fishing into his pocket and pulling out his phone. He opened it up, and the stoat saw a pic on the lock screen, Toby and a sweet looking Cocker Spaniel in a sundress smiling up while he obviously held the phone out to catch the right angle for the selfie. He unlocked it quickly, opened his contacts and cleared his throat, tapping the screen and holding it up to his ear.

After a moment, “Hey, sweetie. Yeah. No, no, it’s… Well, that’s kinda why I’m calling. Sh-erm… he’s here, but when I told him, he insisted I prove that you were okay with this. I know, I know, but you know how I feel about that. Yeah. Okay.” He turned and held the phone out to him.

Ash made a gesture with his finger. “Put her on speaker.” He said, and the husky went a bit wide eyed. “It’s fine! No one’s gonna hear us in here, not over all the other noise out there.” He said, smirking slightly, and Toby sighed again, but obeyed, tapping the phone’s screen and laying it down face up on the table.

“Hello? Mrs. Toby?” Ash said, and after a second, he heard a throat clear on the other side, softly.

“Um, h-hello. My name’s Alice, um… I-I am aware of… what my husband is doing there, and he does have my permission.” The voice on the other end was soft, high and a little airy, sweet and cute sounding. The sort of voice one would imagine hearing in a church, or a woodland cottage, not talking on the phone to give someone permission to fuck their husband. It really was the quiet ones you had to watch.

“Permission and consent?” Ash asked, smiling a bit, but always wanting to be sure.

“What?” The voice asked, a frown evident in the way it sounded.

“Consent is a very important part of sex, Alice.” Ash said, glancing at Toby to see that he was looking a little confused himself.

“Well, y-yes, but… Isn’t permission the same thing?” She asked, confused.

Ashley rolled his eyes. “Not… Necessarily. Are you genuinely okay with what’s going to happen, tonight?” He asked. “I need to know before we continue, Alice.” He said, before giving a mischievous little smirk. “I need to know that you’re okay with the fact,” he said, leaning down until he was right over the phone, and lowering his voice to a sultry whisper. “That your husband intends to bend this sweet college boy over and rail him until he can’t walk straight.”

He saw the flush return to Toby’s face with a vengeance, and heard the choked expletive from over the phone, cut off suddenly, as though worried someone might hear. Not a second later, a young, small voice called out on the phone. “Are you okay, Mommy?”

“Y-yes, dear, M-Mommy’s fine, she’s just talking with Daddy. Go in there and watch TV with your brother, please.” A moment later, there was a breath on the other side, followed by Alice’s voice sounding flustered and soft. “I would appreciate it if we had a little more tact, please, Mr… Whatever your name is!”

Ash drew back, and felt that his own face had actually flushed red in embarrassment, which in and of itself was a rare experience for him. “I-I am actually very sorry, ma’am, I didn’t know….”

There was a moment’s pause, the sound of muffled footsteps, and a door creaking, as Alice moved into another room. “I know, that’s the only reason I’m not actually angry.” She said, voice sounding flustered still as she breathed a little heavier over the phone. “Well… That and… Yes. Yes, I fucking love the fact that my husband is going to fuck you, tonight. I… I know it’s wrong, and I know I should be ashamed, and I am _, but I just love it so much! It always makes me feel so good, seeing how happy other girls make him, especially when they’re younger and prettier than me! A-And the idea of him… When he told me about_ you_ , I just… I couldn’t help it, I needed him to go back and see you!”_

“Oh, so it was your idea he come back here tonight, huh?” Ash asked, biting his lip, not able to deny that hearing the woman say those things was causing a very real reaction in him as well. This was a kink he’d heard of, from Tal in fact, who’d played around with couples several times. But, for Ash’s part, he’d never really played around with cuck, before. He’d always considered it the same as cheating, but in this case…. She really sounded like she loved this.

“Yes! Yes… I don’t… I don’t know why, but the thought of him doing what he does with girls with another man, and even the thought that he-he’d… he’d decide he p-prefers it more. That he’d leave me for you- Mmf!” It was a muffled sound, half moan and half gasp, that sounded like the woman was biting her fist when she made it. It also made it clearly obvious that she was masturbating to the thought, right there while they were on the phone.

Ash felt a pang shoot through his groin. He wasn’t particularly interested in girls. He’d had a fling or two, for fun, but just found them to offer far less of interest than a man did. That said, having a woman watch while he took her hubby for a ride or three? Now that was something interesting!

Ash sat there, breathing deeply as he listened to the soft, muffled sound the woman was making and nodded. “So… Do you prefer to not actually… see what he does? Or have you ever actually had any of these girls over?” He asked, looking at Toby, who blinked, biting his lip.

After a moment, Alice cleared her throat on the other end of the phone. “W-well, it… it’s mostly the kids, you know? We couldn’t… not with them around!”

Ash lifted his eyebrows. “So, what? You just… stay celibate, when the kids are around?”

“Well, no.” Toby said, clearing his throat. “It’s just… we couldn’t. Not with someone else. What would the kids think?”

Ashley pursed his lips. “They’re kids. Actually, how old are they?” He asked, realizing he had no idea.

“Cam is ten, Terry is seven.” Toby replied.

Ash nodded. “Okay, so then, most likely, they won’t think anything of it at all, beyond ‘Oh, Mommy and Daddy have a friend’.” He said, smirking. “We just wait for them to go to bed, if nothing else, I’m sure that you have them on a schedule, right?”

“Not usually on the weekend, but now… They should be in bed at nine o’clock, ten at the latest.”

“Hon, are… Are you actually thinking about it?” Toby asked, and Ash could see uncertainty warring with excitement in his eyes.

“I mean… We have talked about it before, love, and we both want it. But, I just… I don’t want to be a bad influence on the children.”

Ash took a breath, thinking about his next words carefully, more so than usual, before speaking. “I know it’s not my family, not my life, not my business. You live how you want to live. But, if I might throw my opinion into the ring? Which, I will add, in full honesty, is strongly biased by how much I want your husband’s cock right now, but, bearing that in mind?”

“… Hff, shit. Um, sure, honey, go ahead, as long as Toby’s alright with it.”

Toby looked at Ashley and, after a second, nodded, and the stoat smiled, leaning on the table. “I think you two are looking at the potential signals you’re sending your kids the wrong way. I’m not suggesting anything illegal, mind! That would be wrong, and I wouldn’t dream of it! All I’m saying is, wouldn’t it be better to teach them that it’s alright to be happy and have fun, as long as no one’s getting hurt? Like, again, I know: Not my life, not my business. Just saying.”

Toby bit his lip and sat there, quietly for a few minutes, and the same was true it seemed of Alice on the other end of the phone. Ashley, for his part, ground his thighs together slightly, chewing his lip, while he idly let one hand slip over and stroke the big husky’s thigh. He watched as the canine let out a soft sigh, his eyes fluttering slightly as he glanced over at the stoat, clearing his throat softly. “I-I don’t… Sweetie?” He asked.

“Hmm. I mean… Biased or not, I actually can’t argue with you.” Silence ruled again, for a moment, before her voice came back, softly. “If… If you’re okay with it, babe, then… So am I.”

Ashley looked up at the big husky, running his hand up his thigh until it was just shy of the prize, seeing the dog’s jaw clench slightly. “Whatever you say, big guy. If it’s a no, we don’t have far to go, my place is just upstairs.” He said, winking. “If yes, then all three of us get to try something new tonight! Silver linings all ‘round!”

Finally, after another long few seconds of silence, Toby sighed out a breath and nodded a little jerkily. “Okay. Okay, yeah. We’ll… We’ll do it.”

“Okay!” Ash said, excitedly. “So… We waiting until the kiddos are down to bed beforehand, or what?”

“That… Might be best, yeah.”

“Yes, I don’t fully disagree with what you said, but… I don’t know how to feel, yet. So, better wait until then.”

Ash checked the clock on the phone. “Hm. Eight-fifteen. Not too long to wait, but still… How’s about this, you go on home,” he said, looking at Toby. “Help Mrs. Toby get the kiddos to bed earlier rather than later, and then give me a text with your address, and I’ll have my brother spin me by there. He’d prefer to know where I’m at anyway, he always does when I go out to someone else’s place.”

Toby nodded. “Okay, sure, that… That would work!” He said, smiling, still a bit nervously, but he seemed more excited now than anything.

And, so, Ashley added himself to the dog’s contacts, and told him they’d see each other later, then he headed back to the table, where Mandy and Tal were still sitting, having been joined by Troy, the one human who was part of their little group, a rather mundane looking guy who fit the “Generic White Male” bill pretty well. Tousled sandy blonde hair, hazel eyes, a light smattering of freckles on his clean shaven face, wearing an Earhart jacket over a plain white tee shirt and brown cargo pants and sneakers. To make it even worse, he was straight. He’d even tried to not be straight, and still couldn’t manage to make himself any less of a normie.

“Heya, Norman.” Ash said as he sat down, and the guy sighed, taking a sip of his beer like he was right where he belonged.

“Hello, Fruitcup.” He said, grinning at him, and Ash giggled, grinning from ear to ear. “You look pleased. These two said you went off with a guy, like, a half-hour ago, but that doesn’t seem like enough time to put this much of a smile on your face. What happened?”

“Yeah, bitch, give us the deets.” Tal said, leaning in, while Mandy just raised an eyebrow.

Ash looked between his friends, before leaning over with a shit eating grin on his face. “You are not gonna believe what I’ve got set up for tonight!~”

* * * * *

Ashley sat in the passenger seat of his brother’s Toyota as it drove down the street in the dark, passing through little pools of streetlight, as it hummed past rows of identical houses. He hated the suburbs. So bland and boring, nothing unique or original about any of it. Just house after house, like they’d been spat out of a cookie cutter sometime back in the ‘60s, when the town was growing up, after the state finished work on the dam and suddenly tourists and rich people had a new lake to flock to in the summer.

Taking a breath, he glanced aside to his baby brother behind the wheel. ‘Baby’ was a bit of a misnomer, in this case, not just because there was only two minutes difference in their ages, but also because there was at least a hundred pounds difference in their weight categories. Stoats, by and large, tended towards smaller sizes, but Clifford apparently failed to get the memo. Standing at six-feet even and coming in at around two-hundred pounds, with only a little bit of that in fat and the rest in strong, corded muscle, Cliff had the body of a Greek God, and with a black belt in BJJ and Muay Thai, he had the skill set of a UFC fighter or an elderly Irishman in an action film.

Their Dad liked to joke, when a few cups in on a Saturday night, that the reason Ashley was so slim and liked to be so feminine, was because Cliff hogged all the testosterone when they were in the womb together.

He also swore on his mother’s soul that he had not named him after the Big Red Dog, but the twins often wondered.

“So, when are you going to ditch this thing and get a real man’s car?” Ash asked, smirking.

Cliff glanced aside at him, before rolling his eyes. “Depends what you mean by a ‘real man’s car’.”

“Oh, you know; a Mustang, or a Charger or… one of those other obnoxiously herbivorously named automobiles. What is it with humans and naming stuff like that, anyway?” Ash asked, looking back out the window as his brother slowed the car down on West Cherry Boulevard.

“They wish they were us.” Cliff said, looking out through the windshield. “And, let’s say, when gas prices drop below a dollar a gallon, again.”

“Oh, so, never then.”

“Yep. I don’t need a stupid, loud gas guzzler car to prove I’m a man.”

Ashley looked at him again. “So how do you prove it, then?”

Cliff looked at him and smirked. “Easy: I beat up anyone who says I’m not. Isn’t that the traditional method?”

“But, what if I’m saying you’re not a man? Are you gonna beat me up?” Ash asked, pouting slightly.

“Ash! You’re my brother/sister! My broster! Of course I’d never not beat you up!” Cliff said, with a hurt look on his face, before snorting and they both burst out laughing. Ashley bent over, breathing to get his giggles under control, before sitting up and stretching his back, looking out the window as they pulled up alongside a mailbox that had the correct address on it.

“This the place?’ Cliff asked, leaning forward and looking at the low, single-story house with connected garage, a backyard fenced in with a classic chain link fence and a newer SUV sitting in the drive way, next to an older model sedan.

“Looks like it, yeah.” Ash said, clearing his throat and glancing over at his brother. “You know you don’t need to wait out here.” He said, smiling softly, and his brother glanced at him. “It’s just a guy and his horny, kinky little wife who wants to watch me get fucked, that’s all. They’ve got kids, for fuck’s sake.”

He nodded slightly, looking out the windshield and baring his teeth slightly. “Yeah. Well, you never know, Ash. One time I don’t, that’s when something happens.” He said, and Ash rolled his eyes, huffing slightly. “Besides,” Cliff continued. “Dad’d kill me if I just left you at some stranger’s house like that.”

Ashley sighed and nodded in agreement, opening the door and stepping out onto the sidewalk. Before he could shut the door, though, Cliff called out. “Hey, big bro!” Ash looked back, as Cliff reached across and touched his hand. “I love you.” He said, and Ash felt his heart go all fuzzy for a minute, as Cliff smiled at him.

“I love you, too, lil bro.” Ash said, and Cliff nodded, reaching over to turn on his phone, in a holder on the car’s dash.

“Okay. Go have fun. I’ll be out here if ya need me.” Clifford said, leaning back in his seat, turning on some metal album or other and putting in one earbud.

* * * * *

Ashley rang the doorbell, hearing the typical bing-bong that one would expect in a formerly upscale neighborhood like this one and stood, waiting, hands crossed in front of him. He could could hear noise from inside, children laughing and a woman, Alice he was certain, scolding lightly while a TV ran on somewhere. Such a typical taste of regular old family life, pure Americana. For anyone else it might have been jarring, the clash of this settled, comfortable suburban household with the fetishes that were going to be being played with, inside this very house, probably within the hour.

But, Ashley rarely got surprised by things like that. Society might make people feel ashamed of themselves for such things, and religion loved to, but he would never. To him, it was perfectly fine if these folks wanted to blend their traditional American family with a healthy dose of kink and fun. Certainly, they needed to do something to keep from going insane.

He thought about all of this in the moment it took for the door to open, and there was Toby standing on the other side, wearing the same white tee he had been at the bar, the same sweatpants. He looked more comfortable and relaxed, though. Oh, he was still nervous, for sure, and that only increased a bit when he saw Ash standing there, but even his nerves seemed more normalized. He was at home, where he could relax, could process and where he was in control. Here, it was okay for him to be nervous.

“Oh, hey, Ashley, um… So, the kids aren’t actually in bed yet, if you, ya know, couldn’t tell.” He said, rubbing the back of his head. “We’re getting there, but they’re putting up a little bit of a fight, you know, so, uh….” He stood there, looking at Ash, chewing his body lip, his eyes darting up to look over the smaller man’s shoulder for a moment, as though telling him he should go wait.

On the one hand, Ashley understood. They were doing their obvious best to fit in to “normal” society and “normal” life. They maybe didn’t want the complication of having to explain Ashley’s existence to their kids. But, at the same time, there was something about that which fundamentally was a problem, as far as Ash was concerned, and it made him lift his head a bit and lock eyes with the husky.

“Toby, I’m gonna say… You’re really cute, and you seem like a nice enough guy, and I really like the direction tonight is moving in, but… you’re making a pretty shit first impression, over all.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest and cocking his hip.

“W-What?” Toby asked, blinking and leaning backwards, as though partially offended but moreso confused. Ash couldn’t decide if it made it better or worse that he needed to explain the problem.

“I’m not a toy to hide in the drawer by your bed, Tobias.” Ashley said, cocking an eyebrow. “I’m a person, who’s come here to have a good time. Now, can I come in, or should I just go home?”

He watched as the husky processed what he’d said and saw the moment he realized he’d been an asshole, and it made him smile. “Oh. R-Right. Sorry. Um, sure, come inside, please.” He said, stepping back and holding the door for him.

Ash walked inside, his paws hitting soft carpeting and cool air, a welcome relief from the May heat outside. The foyer connected directly into a hallway that led down the center of the house, with the living room to his left through a large, arched doorway, the TV on some game show, the sound turned up enough to be heard outside of the room. To the right, a smaller doorway led into a dining room, dark and unused currently, with a big old table in the middle with a fake chandelier hanging above it and a big bay window looking out on the front yard. Past that another large arched doorway led into the kitchen, a small light on over the stove. Down the hall in front of him, three doors were staggered, two on the right, and one on the left. The one on the left was closed, likely leading to the master bedroom, while the two on the right were open, lights on in both, the kids’ room and the bathroom.

“Nice house.” Ash said, looking over at Toby who smiled, looking down and shuffling his paws. Little things jumped out to Ash, marks on one doorframe, where the pups height was measured, the pictures hanging on the wall, all with smiling faces, showing the couple with extended family, and with their pups, two boys of all things, one a bit older who took after his Dad in build, but had his mom’s coloring and floppy ears, while the other was smaller and was mostly black, with deep brown streaks through his fur.

And, speak of the devils and they shall appear. Ash thought, smiling slightly as, with the screams of unchecked youth, the two boys came fleeing from out of their room, heading down the hall, the older one chasing the younger one with a plastic sword in his hand. “Boys!” Their mom, Alice, came out behind them. Damn if she doesn’t underestimate herself! Ash thought, seeing her for the first time in person. She was actually quite a looker, and that was coming from someone with little interest in the fairer sex. Still, Ash had made a habit of keeping up with female beauty, of all sorts. Alice had a style of attractiveness that would be called Classical in many circles. Rich, glossy brown fur, styled and trimmed to perfection, especially her ears which hung to either side of her face. Large blue eyes, currently blazing with the indignation of a mother who was about to lose her shit at her sons, a look Ashley knew all too well from his own Mom when he was that age. She was a bit shorter than him, maybe five-four or so, but a bit heavier, though it mostly just lended itself to a curvier, thicker figure. A MILF, is likely what Tal or Mandy would’ve said. She was dressed in a subdued, dignified manner, in simple jeans and a loose blouse, her only piece of jewelry the ring on her left hand, a plain but attractive golden band.

She stopped as she saw Ashley standing next to her husband in the Foyer, eyes going a bit wide, and the boys stopped as well, the younger one coming to a halt first, then the older one just beside him, both of them staring up at the stoat with wide eyes.

What did they say their names were? Terry. That was the younger one, and Cam, the older. Must be short for Cameron, maybe?

“Um, honey?” Alice asked, tilting her head slightly, as she stepped up behind the boys, putting a hand on Cam’s shoulder, and Ash glanced up at her. Ah. Of course it’d be her that wanted me kept away the most.

“Oh, uh, kids, this is, uh….” Toby began, looking apologetically at Alice, before glancing at Ash and fumbling, clearly not sure what to say.

“I’m Ashley.” The stoat said, taking the initiative and stepping forward a couple feet, before lowering himself into a squat so he was closer to both kids’ eye levels, and holding out a hand.

Terry stepped forward first, taking the stoat’s hand and shaking it, a bit awkwardly. “Are you our new babysitter?” He asked, a missing tooth right in front giving him a slight lisp, and Ash smiled.

“I have been a babysitter, before, but no. I’m a friend of your Mom and Dad, just coming over to visit.”

“How come we’ve never seen you before?” Cam asked, as he stepped forward as well and shook Ash’s hand. They’re good mannered, at least. He thought, noticing the way Alice almost looked like she was ready to pull them both back if she needed to. It’s alright, Mama Bear, I’m not gonna hurt your cubs. The stoat thought, smiling a bit more at the comparison for the stout little hound, considering how submissive she’d been on the phone earlier.

“Well, I just met them not long ago, and this is my first time coming over.” Ash said, smiling at the two of them.

“You’re a really pretty girl.” Terry said, and Ash’s heart melted a bit and he smiled wider. He glanced up and saw the very clear note of warning and concern in Alice’s eye. Unfortunately for Mama Bear, that only tripped the stoat’s mischievous streak.

“Well, I thank you very much for the compliment!” He said, before leaning forward slightly and lowering his voice to a stage whisper. “But, I’ll tell you a little secret, if you both promise not to tell anyone else, okay?” Both boys looked at each other and, being at that age where a secret was irresistible, they nodded, while Ash saw Alice look up at Toby behind him.

“Um, Ashley, maybe we should-” The husky began, a bit awkwardly, and the stoat did feel sympathy for the man. He was caught between a rock and hard place, in more ways than one, but it was far too late for that. The boys had been promised a secret, and would not be left wanting, after all.

“I’m not a girl!” The stoat said, with a nod and a wink of his eye.

“What?!” Terry exclaimed, eyes going wide, as did his brothers as he leaned forward, looking closer as though to spot the difference.

“But, you’re dressed like one!” Cam said, pointing to the stoat’s clothes, which had not changed since meeting their father at the bar earlier that night.

“Mm, no.” Ash said, shaking his head. “I’m dressed like me. I wear what makes me happy! What’s comfortable and lets me express myself best!”

“So, anyone can wear what they want?” Terry asked, confused, looking down at his own boys PJs as though questioning his entire worldview.

Ashley giggled a bit. “Well, they should be able to, and they can, but only if they’re brave enough, and willing to accept a little risk.”

“Risk?” Cam asked, frowning.

“Yeah. Sometimes people will get angry at you, if you’re different. Sometimes they’ll be mean, or might even try and hurt you.” Ash said, letting his smile drop, and the boys both looked… suitably concerned at this notion.

“Well, that’s not nice!” Terry said.

“No, it’s not.” Ash said. “But, you boys don’t need to worry too much, I don’t think. You both look like good kids.” He said, before leaning forward and winking. “And, good kids do what their mother’s tell them… mostly. And definitely go to bed when they’re told.” He said, standing up and nodding towards Alice. “So, go on, go with your Mom and let her put you to bed, yeah? You’ll need your sleep, so you can power through tomorrow! Only a week til school’s out for summer, remember?”

Reminded of this future gem of happiness, the boys jumped up, forgetting their current curiosity in light of dreaming about what they’d do over their break from school. Laughing and smiling, they turned, following their mother back to their room. As she ushered them inside, the spaniel looked at him with a confused, somewhat surprised expression on her face, before following the boys in, no doubt to tuck them in with a kiss on each forehead.

“Huh.” Ash turned, hearing the low grunt, and saw Toby leaning on the wall by the dining room door, staring at him, a bemused expression on his face.

“What?” The stoat asked, crossing his arms again and smirking.

“Oh, uh, nothing, I just… I didn’t expect you to be so….” He said, hesitating as though afraid he might offend the stoat if he kept going.

Ash simply smiled and shook his head. “What? That I’d be good with kids? Or that I was some monster that might hurt them?” He pressed, watching the older man squirm, before laughing slightly. “Oh, relax, Toby, I’m just teasing. Honestly, you’re not wrong to be worried. You just met me tonight and know nothing about me. But, just because I don’t want kids of my own, doesn’t mean I don’t believe in treating them right. I might have a slightly different idea of what that means than you do, but I will abide by it.”

“So, what does it mean to you? Treating kids ‘right’?” He asked, a curious, albeit concerned frown on his face.

“Whatever you’re thinking, probably not that.” Ash said, rolling his eyes. “… Don’t treat them like idiots. They’re not, they just don’t know as much as you do. But they want to, so teach them, and they will learn.” He said, softly, voice deepening slightly, as though unintentionally. He saw the husky cock an eyebrow, and smiled, shrugging. “My Dad. He’s my go to, for things like that. I think… honestly, I don’t think I could’ve gotten much luckier, with my parents, especially seeing how it’s been for some of my other friends.”

They stood in silence for a moment, Ash thinking about his Dad, before the sound of Alice stepping out of the kids’ room drew their attention. She told them good night once more, before turning out the light and shutting the door, then turned to look at her husband and Ashley. She stepped away from the door and crossed her arm, chewing on her lip, and Ash took a breath, quirking an eyebrow. “They’re very nice kids. Very polite. You clearly raised them well, Mama Bear.” He said, making a point of keeping eye contact with her, the nickname making it clear he’d seen the way she was watching him.

She stopped, mouth open slightly, before glancing down and shuffling one paw on the carpet. “I… Suppose I owe you an apology. I just….”

He shook his head, smiling. “It’s alright. I already told Toby, you just met me, in a bar no less, planning to have casual sex with me, you’d be fools to trust me around your kids with no reservations. But, I promise, I wouldn’t harm a hair on their heads.” He said, going over and taking the spaniel’s hand in his. “They’re precious, and it’s clear you love them, very much. I’ll admit, I’m a little jealous.” He said, smiling and shrugging.

They stood for a moment, Alice looking at her hand in his, before looking up at him, then to Toby, who took a step forward. “So,” he said. “Should we… go get started?”

“No.” Ash said, shaking his head, earning him a confused look from both of the dogs. He smiled. “Don’t worry. I’m more than ready and we are absolutely doing what we came here to do, but we should talk a bit about what exactly that is, before we get going. Your bedroom or the living room, works, whichever you’re comfortable with.”

The husband and wife looked at each other, before nodding, and following the stoat's lead. This was going to be a fun night.

Ash looked around as Toby opened the door and the stoat stepped into the dogs’ bedroom. It was a decently sized room, though not as big as it seemed from the outside. This was due to the far end of the room being taken up with a walk-in closet on one side, and a master bathroom on the other. In the room itself, a queen sized bed sat between two windows on the outer wall, in a frame that, while certainly nice, was a bit too ‘modern’ for Ash’s tastes, too much metal and plastic. The steamer trunk sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed, though, that caught his eye and had him smiling, as did the beautiful mahogany dresser against the near wall, covered on top by various things, including a large stereo, and he saw a shelf full of CDs on the wall nearby. Side tables sat on either side of the bed and, rather than being from a matching set, they were both different, a fancy, modern looking thing sat on one side, the eyeliner, nail polish and furbrush resting on it, as well as a picture of the family, making it clear that it was Alice’s, while the other side had a very nice, old handmade wooden table, a lamp and a small pile of books the only real adornment it had.

Alice had gone to the kitchen, to get something to ‘help them relax’, she said, so for now it was only Toby and Ash in the bedroom. The stoat walked in, looking around, as the husky pushed the door to, but did not shut it. The mustelid sat down on the edge of the bed, hands gripping on the blankets, and smiled. “This is a really nice place.” He said, bending down to start untying his boots, as the husky walked over.

“Oh, uh, do you mind?” Toby asked, and the stoat looked up, seeing him pointing towards his boots with a hopeful expression on his face. The corners of his mouth turned up in a small smile, and he nodded.

“Sure, be my guest.” He said, leaning back on his hands on the mattress and stretching his legs out. Toby stepped up and lowered himself to one knee in front of Ash, breathing in deeply as his fingers, shaking ever so slightly, found the laces on the boots and started working to loosen them. Ash watched him, his smile growing as the laces loosened, and the husky slipped his right boot off slowly. The stoat wiggled his toes as they were freed fully into the air, and watched the canine bite his lip. “You like paws, don’t ya, Mr. Toe-bee~?” The stoat teased, and watched as the husky’s ears flicked up, and his face flushed.

“Uh, well, I… Y-Yes.” He said, glancing away and rubbing the back of his neck with his left hand, Ash’s boot still held loosely in his right.

“No shame!” Ash said, sitting up a bit, looking down at him. “Do you wanna sniff ‘em?” Toby sat there a moment, as though frozen, before nodding a little jerkily, and Ash lifted his exposed right paw, smirking as he placed it firmly over the dog’s snout. “Go on, then.”

He watched as the dog’s chest expanded as he breathed in, deeply, his eyes fluttering closed. His boot hit the floor with a muffled thump, as Toby put both hands up, cradling Ash’s paw to his face as he breathed in deeply and rubbed his nose over the smooth, soft pads of the stoat’s paw. For his part, Ash smiled and alternated between curling his toes over the canine’s nose, before spreading them wide, and wasn’t surprised in the slightest when he felt the dog’s tongue, warm, wet and soft, glide over them, sending a little thrill up his tail and to the base of his neck.

Just then, the door pushed open, and Toby jumped slightly, looking around to see his wife stepping inside, a bottle of wine and three glasses held in her hands. “I wasn’t sure if you’d want any, Ash- Tobias Martin Greenwell, what are you doing?!” She exclaimed, before realizing that might’ve been too loud. She glanced over her shoulder into the hall, before hurrying inside and using one paw to kick the door shut. “This door was barely shut! What if the pups had gotten up and seen you?!” She chided in a softer voice, and the big, muscular husky looked suitably ashamed.

“I-I’m sorry, dear! You know how I can get….” He said, looking down at the floor, his ears folding down and tail tucking, turning his big, soulful blue eyes up to look at her, and Ash felt his heart seize up for a moment. No one that big and strong had any business looking that cute.

“Oh, yes, I know how you can get.” Alice said, putting the wine and the glasses down on the dresser top, before starting to pour. “And, I thought we had some things to talk about, before we got started?” She said, looking up at Ashley, who shrugged and smiled.

“We do, but I didn’t think a little pawplay counted as ‘starting’. If it does, then my masseuse must think I’m an actual whore, then, or else that I think he is. Along with my shoe salesman.” He said, giggling, before glancing down and lifting his left paw up, wiggling it about inside its boot. “Speaking of, as long as Mama Bear has no objections?” He asked, glancing at Alice, who rolled her eyes, but smiled and nodded.

As Toby got to untying the laces on Ash’s other boot, Alice poured up wine in the three glasses, before bringing them over. As she passed one to Ashley, she looked down at her husband, giving him his glass, which he took a sip from before setting it down nearby on the floor. He had fully sat down on his butt, now, legs crossed and tail wagging happily behind himself. “You spill that wind on my carpet, and you get to scrub it, mister.” She said, smirking at his eyes flicking over to her for a moment. “I swear, I could not keep him off my paws, when we first started dating. The minute he got the courage up to ask and I said ‘yes’, it’s like he almost wanted to make me regret it!”

Ash laughed, taking a sip of his own wine as his other boot slipped free, and he wiggled his toes before the big husky picked both paws up in his hands, pressing them to his face and nuzzling and kissing them. “Oh, but he’s so adorable! How could you get tired of this?” He said, grinning from ear to ear.

“Mm, if only, sweetie. Unfortunately, paws can only carry you so far, pun not intended.” Alice said, looking a little wistful.

Rubbing his paws gently along the sides of Toby’s muzzle, Ash took another sip of his wine. “So, how’d you start with this cuckquean stuff, anyway?” He asked, curiosity and the need to help the couple relax combining into one goal, to get them talking and getting used to the idea of him being here.

“Oh, well.” Alice said, looking a little down, and Toby placed a gentle kiss on one pawpad, even as he pulled them down so he could join the conversation.

“We both had agreed that… well, things were getting a little stale.” He said. “I mean, things were great, for a while after we got married, but then… You know, the pups were born, and, well, uh….”

Alice smiled at her husband, but shook her head. “He’s trying to be nice, but… Terry’s wasn’t an easy birth. They had to perform surgery to get him out, and it… well, the doctor said… it would be better if I didn’t have any more pups. And, that I needed to take it easy, in future, when having sex.” The look that passed between the couple spoke volumes, and Ash let out a breath.

“Geeze, that sucks. I am really sorry. I take it that Toby… isn’t the biggest fan of ‘Taking it easy’?” He asked, curiously, and they both blushed.

Toby looked mildly ashamed of himself as he cleared his throat, but Alice spoke up first. “It’s not just that!” She insisted. “He is… well, he’s quite well endowed, and even when being gentle it can be a bit much.” She said, biting her lip as she glanced aside at the larger dog.

For his part, Toby blushed and rubbed his neck again, having now sat Ash’s paws down, conveniently in his lap. Ash, almost subconsciously, began gently kneading his paws against the big dog’s bulge, feeling the size of it, and feeling it growing bigger as they worked their soothing magic. Toby huffed out a breath, looking at the stoat, before clearing his throat and speaking. “I… I guess now’s not the time to be a blushing bride about it; I like to rut. Especially if I’ve not had any in a while, I like to get rough.” He said, glancing down. “And I can’t do that, with Alice, any more, no matter how much I want to.”

“It got to the point where… I even suggested that maybe we should think about separating.” Alice said, after taking a big sip of her wine. “But… We love each other, and we didn’t want that! And we also knew how badly it might effect the pups, so, we decided that wasn’t the right way to go.”

“We tried other stuff. Roleplay, first, you know; Teacher and Student, Doctor and Patient, Boss and Secretary.” Toby said, laughing and shrugging. “I know, it probably all seems pretty bland, to you.”

“Hey, now.” Ash said, leaning back and running one of his paws up and down the front of the husky’s shirt. “I got started with kink pretty young, to be fair. We’ve all gotta start somewhere, and RP is probably the best place to do it, honestly!”

“That’s what we thought,” Alice said. “But… It didn’t really work. It just wasn’t fixing the real problem.”

“I couldn’t do what I wanted to, when I was with her.” Toby said, huffing, before reaching up. He hesitated only a moment, before sitting up and hooking his fingers under the hem of his shirt. Ash pulled his paw back, and both he and Alice went silent a moment, watching, as the big, strong dog pulled his shirt up and off, over his head, revealing that his torso was as well trimmed as his arms and head. The short fur meant that not an inch of muscle definition was lost, as he drug out the motion of removing his arms from the sleeves, leaving them stretched out above his head.

You could grate cheese on those abs! Ash thought, even as he returned his paw, running it up and down the dog’s chest and stomach now, which made the canine shiver slightly and smile.

Alice, for her part, shifted her weight, crossing her legs a little tighter as she watched the stoat teasing her husband, her breathing catching a bit. She took another drink of her wine before trying to speak. “… I was the first one to suggest that, if he couldn’t be satisfied with me, then… maybe he should try with someone else.” She glanced aside at Ash, seemingly needing to drag her eyes off the sight before her. “He wasn’t sure, about it, at first.”

“Oh, I was adamantly against it!” He said, stroking a hand up and down over the stoat’s leg, now, running his fingers over the fabric of the boy’s leg warmer. “I would never cheat on her, and I made that very clear. Even if I had to stay celibate the rest of my life!”

“Which I knew was bullshit and not going to happen.” Alice said, smiling at him. “So, I finally convinced him that, it wasn’t cheating as far as I was concerned, because I said it was okay.”

“Here here!” Ash said, raising his glass. “Honestly, monogamy is overrated.” He said, smiling slightly as Toby began to suck on his toes. Honestly, he’ __s putting aside his discomfort pretty quickly. Almost enough to make a boy wonder if he’_ s_ thought about this more than he let on.

“Well, that may be.” Alice said, looking aside. “But, at least at first, I really didn’t want to know about it. I don’t think he actually did anything for a while.” She said, taking a sip of her wine and watching her husband worshiping the toes of the boy sitting next to her. She was doing an admirable job keeping it subtle, but the flush of her face and the way her hand shook ever so slightly on her wine glass made it clear she was very excited by this. “Then, one night, he texted me and said he was going down to the bar, and to not wait up. I did, of course, because… I don’t know, I think I just knew.”

Her breath began to come faster, shallower, as her eyes sparkled, looking back on something in her memories. “He came home, finally, it was nearly four in the morning, and saw me sitting on the couch waiting for him. He came over and picked me up and kissed me like we were teenagers again!” She said, biting her lip. “It was like… like he’d been carrying a great weight on his shoulders. He’d been so tense, for so long, and suddenly it was all gone. He was so relaxed and happy. And we made love, and he was so gentle and I was so happy, I felt like I finally had him back.”

Ash hummed softly, arching his back and biting his lip as he felt the husky dig his tongue into the spaces between his toes, licking and sucking happily. By now, his cock was fully erect inside his shorts, straining against the denim fabric, wanting out, and something else was pulsing as well, wanting more. He took a breath and rolled his neck, taking a big drink of his wine, before looking down at Toby and smirking. “So, let me ask you something.” He said, and the dog rolled his eyes up to look at him, and he felt more than saw Alice turn her attention to him. “How long had you been thinking about doing this with a boy, instead of a girl, before you met me?”

Toby slowly drew his head back, Ash’s toes leaving his mouth with a wet smacking sound, and he and Alice shared a look, before becoming a bit sheepish. “Well,” the husky began. “We, uh… We’d been looking at some porn for a while, honestly.”

“I’ll be honest,” Alice said, looking at her glass which she held cupped in both hands. “I thought that… that femboys weren’t actually- That-That isn’t, like, offensive, or anything, right? Calling you that?”

Ash snorted. “Some people think so. And I think some people make too big of a deal out of small things. Words only have the meaning we give them, and when I hear ‘femboy’ nothing negative comes to my mind.” He said, smiling at her.

“Well, okay. I thought that they… that boys like you weren’t actually real, I thought they were just… made up, for porn videos, or something.” Alice said, smiling abashedly.

Ash shrugs. “Hm! The porn industry wishes it had someone like me in it.” He said, giggling, before drawing his paws away from Toby, who actually whimpered a little, before Ashley sat up, stretching. “Okay. I think I’ve had about alllll the chit chat and teasing I can take.” He said, his bulge painfully obvious, now. “I think we need to get the wine out of the way and maybe put on some tunes.”

“I couldn’t agree more!” Alice was already on the move, gathering up the wine and taking his glass with a smile, her face flushed. Toby picked up his glass and downed the whole thing in one go before handing it to his wife. She took them over to the dresser to set them down while she powered on the stereo. Toby rose up, running his hands up the sides of Ash’s legs, and actually nuzzled in against the bulge in the boy’s shorts, with only the briefest hesitation. Ash’s head went back in mild surprise and he made a soft noise of appreciation.

“What kind of- oh!” Ash looked over to see Alice standing beside the CD shelf, a hand over her mouth, breasts rising a falling rapidly as she watched her husband become intimately familiar with Ashley’s crotch. Ash, for his part, reached down and curled his fingers into the husky’s scruff, biting his lip and making a soft cooing noise, as he felt the canine lick him, wet, heavy tongue dragging longingly across the front of his jean shorts.

Once he had his breath back, Ash looked back at her with a silly grin. “Music? Anything, really, as long as it’s not Screamo, Death Metal or anything like that.” Alice nodded a little too fast, hand still covering her mouth, but she turned quickly, sorting through the CDs before choosing one and popping it into the player. She hit the button and a moment later some smooth 80s pop rock started playing, Journey, to be specific. As she turned away, looking back to them, Ashley felt Toby wrap his mouth around his bulge, grazing large, sharp teeth against it, and the slender stoat arched his back up off the bed, letting out a startled, pleasured sound that was half moan, half gasp. He felt those teeth graze across the sensitive glans at his tip, and precum leaked out, staining the fabric of his shorts and running down his shaft.

He glanced over, breathlessly, and saw that Alice had slipped her jeans off, exposing herself, though he hadn’t much of a view, even if he’d wanted one, as she currently had her hand between her legs, fingers stroking up and down. He turned away, looking down, more interested in the big hunk of a man who was currently trying to blow him through his jeans. “H-Hey! Hey, big guy!” He gasped, and Toby rolled his eyes up, looking at him. “Why don’t you let me do that for you, first, hm?” The husky seemed to consider it a moment, before he gave one, final, deep lick across the femboy’s bulge, before stepping back and standing up to his full height.

Ash panted, setting up on his elbows and ran his eyes up the canine, swallowing. He was every bit as big and imposing as the stoat had thought he would be, and God did it send him spiraling. His bulge twitched, and a visible stain appeared in his shorts. Toby looked down at it, before smirking, hunger burning in his eyes. “Come here, pretty boy.” He said, pointing at the floor in front of him, and Ash quickly scooted forward, sliding off the side of the bed and to his knees in front of the bigger man with a fluid motion. As he came up in front of him, he found himself right in front of the almost intimidating bulge that the husky was sporting, and he leaned in, nuzzling against it and breathing in deeply through his nose. The sharp, thick spice of canine musk and sweat and precum hit his nose like the world’s most potent aphrodisiac, and he nearly swooned, his eyes rolling up as he leaned in and ran his tongue over the head of the husky’s cock, through his pants.

He felt the large, powerful grip of the dog’s hand come to rest on the back of his head, just petting, for now, holding him close as he worshiped his cock. He looked up at him, rolling his eyes up to meet the canine’s gaze and found it staring at him, hungry, fixed and full of adoration. He heard movement, the squeak of bed springs to his left, but didn’t look. It didn’t matter. Not anymore. He wrapped his mouth around the bulge in the dog’s sweatpants and closed his lips, applying suction to it as he watched Toby’s head tip back, mouth opening and tongue lolling out over his teeth.

Ashley slid one hand down his front and cupped it around his own bulge, grinding the pad of his palm against the tip of it through his shorts as he hummed in pleasure, before slowly pulling back and giving another lick to Toby’s tip. He looked up, before sliding both his hands up the dog’s legs, up his thighs and to the waistband of his sweats, curling his fingers around feeling the band of his underwear as well. With a tug he pulled just the pants down, tugging them over the straining, massive bulge in the dog’s briefs. The sweatpants fell away as soon as they were past the bulge, as though it were the only thing holding them up the whole time, and Ash sat back on his heels, biting his lip.

The bulge in Toby’s briefs pulsed, a fresh wave of precum staining the dark white cotton even more than it already was, and Ashley licked his lips, shuddering as he leaned forward and nuzzled it, pushing it upwards with his snout, before dipping low and burrowing his nose into the hefty balls he could feel under it. He breathed in, once more blasting his already musk drunk brain with the smell, before he ran his tongue up, along the underside of the shaft, through the stained fabric to the tip, then sat back again, reaching up and playing his fingertips along the edge of the briefs. His lavender painted claws stood out against the husky’s black and white fur, and he smiled up at the bigger, older male, who blew out a breath and nodded to him.

Hooking his fingers in, he tugged down, exposing the base of the dog’s shaft. Another tug and a steady pull, and the briefs strained past, then slipped free, falling to the floor. Eight and a half inches of thick, pulsing red canine cock sprang free and slapped Ashley in the end of the snout. He gasped as precum splattered his lips and nose, leaning back to take in its appearance. Nearly two and half inches thick at the middle, it tapered to the glans, ending in a small, pointed nub, just below the urethra, which was leaking a near constant stream of pre at this point. The knot was still caught in the sheath, currently, but must’ve been at least three inches in diameter, big enough he wondered if he’d be able to even fit it. The thing’s full length must’ve been close to ten inches, if not more, once the knot was freed from its prison, but even now it was imposing to look at.

He gulped. Cock shock wasn’t something he’d thought he’d experience outside of that one time he decided to play with a stallion, but good God if this wasn’t giving him the same sort of gut clenching thrill right now.

“I told you.” A soft voice came from his side, and he glanced over to see Alice laying on her front on the bed. She’d lost her blouse somewhere along the way, leaving her fully naked. She had one arm up, elbow on the mattress while she rested her cheek on her palm. The other arm was tucked under her, a slight, wet shlicking sound made it clear what that hand was busy with.

“Yeah.” Ash said, breathlessly, and smiled at her, tilting his head up slightly. “But I can take it~” He said, seeing the spaniel’s eyes spark and her face flush. She grunted softly, body clenching in pleasure, and he turned to look again at the cock in front of him. He felt Toby’s hand move to the back of his head again, and he rolled his eyes up, looking at the man.

“You good to go?” The husky asked, and he nodded, breathing heavily. The dog moved forward, pulling him in, and Ashley opened his mouth, letting his tongue hang out, and took a big breath before letting the pointed, dripping tip of the dog’s meat slip past his lips and into his mouth, painting his tongue with a coating of slime as it went.

His eyes fluttered and he simply let them shut, as he wrapped his right hand around the husky’s sheath, just behind the swell of his knot, and closed his lips, sealing that delicious shaft into his mouth as he began to suck on it, bobbing his head in and out. He lapped his tongue against the underside of it, grazing his small, sharp teeth against it on each backstroke, feeling more precum squirt out onto his tongue and roll down his throat.

This continued for several minutes, a firm, rhythmic blowjob, underscored by the sound of the music in the background, Pat Benatar now, and the wet noises of his mouth pleasuring Toby’s cock.

_ Slrp slrp slrp slrp slrp slrp _

Back and forth, in and out, up and down he worked the shaft between his lips, loving every second of it, until Toby gave a heavy breath and gripped him by the headfur, stopping him. “Okay, stop for a minute, stop.” He pulled back, the cock leaving his mouth with a soft, wet pop.

He knelt there, looking up at the man, breathing heavily, a strand of drool hanging from his chin and his facial fur mussed and wet with saliva. Toby smiled down at him, ruffling his headfur. “You’re adorable. Stand up.” He said, helping the stoat stand, before stepping out of his pants and briefs, kicking them across the room, before leaning in. Ash didn’t need any more prompting, and he leaned up, almost having to lift a paw off the floor, as he pressed his mouth to the dog’s. They kissed hotly, nothing held back, tongues slipping into each other’s mouths and dancing around each other. Ashley licked his tongue along the inside of the big dog’s jaw, feeling his large teeth, before licking it around under his broader, wider tongue, licking the underside of it. Toby used his own tongue’s size, though, to quickly dominate the kiss, pushing Ashley’s tongue aside and invading the slim boy’s mouth, licking and tasting every inch the mustelid had to offer.

Ashley melted into the kiss, pressing himself to the canine’s chest and clinging to him as they made out, the wet smacking of lips and flicking tongues all that could be heard over the music for several minutes. Finally, Toby pulled back, breaking the kiss, and they both gasped for air, before the canine stepped back and reached for the hem of Ashley’s tanktop. The stoat helped, raising his arms so the dog could lift it free without messing up his headfur or his arm warmers too much. As the tanktop came free and fell to the floor in a heap, Alice made a soft sound from the bed behind them.

“Oh! That’s a pretty tattoo!” She said, surprise in her voice, and Toby blinked, looking down at the stoat.

“You’ve got a tattoo?” He asked.

“Yep.” Ashley said, smirking, and turned, bending over to show the tramp stamp he had on the small of his back, just above the base of his tail. A pair of Celtic trinity knots, which turned into hands holding up a rainbow themed heart under a knotwork crown, and above the phrase ‘Love, Loyalty, Friendship’. It was inspired by the Irish Claddagh, wedding ring symbolism, but re-contextualized for the LGBT community.

“Huh, that’s actually really cool.” Toby said, even as his hands started exploring along the curve of Ashley’s back, down to the top of his shorts. “Fuck, you’re hot.” He said, rubbing a hand on the boy’s firm, full ass through the fabric.

Ash smiled, wiggling his rump as he rested his hands on his knees. “Go on, Daddy~ Give it a slap~” he said, teasingly, and heard Toby give a low growl.

THWACK!

“Ah!” He gasped and moaned, shivering as the sharp sting of the slap burned, even through the denim of his jeans. With another growl, Toby grabbed the boy by looping his arms under his chest and picking him up, turning and dumping him face first on the mattress, then flipping him roughly over on to his back. He’d said he liked it rough, and he was living up to that as he slid his hands down the boy’s slim torso, his large, blunt claws parting the short, soft fur of the stoat’s chest and tummy, before he hooked them into his jean shorts. He roughly, awkwardly, loosened the button before unzipping the shorts, then pulled them down sharply, not stopping until he’d slid them off both legs and tossed them to the floor with the boy’s top.

Ashley was left lying there in a pair of frilly lace panties, made to fit a man, so they featured a pouch in the front for his cock, which was currently straining to hold it back, the lace and silk stained with precum. The stoat lay there, panting lightly as he looked up at the big, strong canine that loomed over him where he lay. Toby reached down, looping his hands under the stoat’s legs and spreading them, before pulling him to the edge of the bed as he knelt down. With a hungry growl, he leaned in and took the slim, smaller man’s bulge in his mouth once more, tongue and teeth working it over through the thin fabric of his panties.

Ash’s head went back, and he gasped loudly, making a high pitched little whine. What is it with this guy and wanting to eat me through my clothes?! He thought, as he put his arms up above his head, arching his back and pushing his hips up, grinding his cock into the other man’s tongue while it ravished him. This continued for several minutes of wet, hungry noises and feral growling and panting, during which time Ash was dimly aware of Alice writhing on the bed beside him, gasping for air as she rode out an orgasm.

Soon after, she slowly crawled across the bed, to sit near the stoat’s head on what he guessed was Toby’s side of the bed, and he heard a drawer open and close. Not long after that, the husky finally drew back, his mouth having left the slim boy panting and writhing, on the very edge of climax. Ashley could feel it, burning in his cock, his stomach clenching as his anus winked, or tried to, begging for release that did not come. He reached down, sliding his hands through his fur, as he reached to try and touch himself, but the dog captured his wrists and stood, lifting his arms up and pinning them above his head. Ashley looked up as Toby snarled at him. The look was a bit overplayed, obviously just part of the game, but the firmness of his grip and sudden, hard slap on Ashley’s thigh were very real, and made sure that the stoat knew his place.

He would cum when Toby allowed it, and not before.

Ash moaned and laid back as Toby’s claws slid over his body, through his fur, before hooking into the waistband of his panties and delicately pulling them down. He might like it rough, but at least he was considerate enough not to damage the clothes.

The stoat smirked, wondering how Toby was going to feel about his little surprise.

His panties slipped off over his paws, but were not immediately cast to the floor. Ash looked up as Toby held them to his snout and breathed in deeply of them, before looking over and tossing them across to Alice. The spaniel looked like she’d had more than one orgasm, in fact, when Ash looked at her, her fur messy and stained with sweat, eyes lidded, but still hungry. She lifted his panties hesitantly to her face, before taking a curious sniff. A second later, she had her muzzle buried in them and was breathing in his scent deeply, body shaking slightly.

He noticed a small bottle between her legs where she was sitting, and recognized it as lube. Must’ve been what she went to get out of her husband’s drawer, and he was thankful as he hadn’t brought any and forgot to ask if they had some. While he’d done it before, petroleum jelly really wasn’t his preference.

Toby sat back a moment, looking Ashley’s package over. Nothing anywhere nearly as impressive as his, it was still modestly so: six-and-a-half inches of shaft stuck up out of his sheath, around an inch, an inch-and-a-half thick for most of its length, only tapering as it came to the glans, finishing in a small, rounded tip, made to allow for ease of penetration more than anything. A nice little sack hung beneath it, currently tensed up and tight to his body, showing the swell of the balls inside. He had a frenum piercing running up the underside of his cock like a ladder of gold studs. “That looks like it hurt.” Toby said, gently trailing his claws over the metal, before he leaned down and ran his tongue over the shaft, from tip to balls and back up, and Ash’s head flopped back again as he gasped, almost sobbing from how good it felt.

He felt Toby hook his hands under his thighs and lift his legs, spreading them at the same time, and Ashley obligingly curled his tail out of the way and arched his back, aiding in lifting his ass into the air. Then, there was a pause, and the stoat felt a shit eating grin curl up his lips. One of Toby’s hands traced down his thigh and to the cleft of his ass, sliding up to the stoat’s sphincter, and the mustelid grunted as he felt his anus clench, trying to hold on to what it had long since claimed as its own. There was a slow, wet slurping, dripping noise followed finally by a pop and another, satisfied groan from Ashley, and Toby held up a five inch long canine dildo, a small knot on the end acting as a buttplug, a fake gem set into the flared base.

“You had this thing in the whole time?!” He asked, incredulous, and Ashley laughed.

“Mostly, yeah!” The stoat said, looking between his legs at the shocked, and rather impressed, look on the dog’s face.

“Not while we were talking in the bar, though, right?” The dog asked, frowning.

“Pfft, no!” Ashley exclaimed, and Toby blew out a breath. “… well, not that one.” The dog looked at him, now, with his mouth open and shook his head a little, even as he started to grin.

“You really are a slutty little freak, aren’t you?” He asked, and Ashley bit his lip and wiggled his hips.

“I said I waaaassss!” He teased. “Are you gonna punish me, Daddy~?”

The dog looked at him before tossing the toy aside to the bed, and growled, before suddenly dipping his head, latching his hands onto the stoat’s thighs, and buried his snout into the boy’s anal cleft. Ashley gasped, then, as he felt the canine’s tongue lapping at his anus, probing, sliding over his hole and laving it with drool. This mixed with the remnants of the lube he’d used to insert the dildo, earlier before leaving the Pub, and slicked it back up, making it that much easier when, with a lick and push, he shoved his tongue partway up Ashley’ rectum.

The stoat gasped and arched his back. “Ffuck!” He exclaimed, shivering all over. The husky licked all around inside, before slipping his tongue free. He lowered the stoat back to the bed, only to move up and sit beside him. A moment later, Ashley felt his fingers probing, then sliding inside. He didn’t even both starting with one, the toy had already left Ash stretched out plenty. Two full digits pushed their way into his ass and began exploring, and soon enough they found what they were looking for. With a stroke that made him arch his back again, they found his prostate and pressed into it, hard. It almost hurt, sending a report up and down the length of his dick that left him feeling like he was about to piss all over himself. “Oh, shit!” He gasped. “You d-did your research, I guess!” He stammered as the dog continued fingering him.

“Like I said,” Toby replied, looking up at him. “We’d been watching porn and talking about the idea for a while. And from the first minute we saw a vid of some cute little slut like you cumming hands free, I needed to know how to do it.” He said, pumping his fingers in and out and using them to stretch and spread Ashley’s anus open more and more. “I was really surprised when I found out it had to do with the prostate. I always figured from the nightmare stories my Dad would tell me about prostate exams that there was nothing but horror associated with that little button.”

“Ooh, don’t… Don’t get me wrong!” Ash gasped, writhing under the canine’s ministrations. “I am really not looking forward to my f-first one! Ah! Imagine having the doc put a finger up there and you- mmf! You instantly pop a boner!”

“Jesus, that would be embarrassing, wouldn’t it?” Toby said, chuckling, before he pressed his finger hard once again and Ash gasped, eyes rolling up as he arched his back up off the mattress once more, but once again, Toby stopped before he could tip the stoat over the edge. Even so, the slender boy writhed on the bed, gripping the blanket and sheet and twitching all over as his cock leaked pre, which hung in strand between his tip and the fur of his belly.

“Fuck! Fuckfuck_fuck_! Grrr! Pleeeaaase!” Ashley groaned and begged, looking up at the dog with a dazed expression. Smiling, Toby slid his fingers free of the boy’s anus and nodded, before grabbing him by the hips and flipping him, over onto his front. Panting, Ash pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, glancing back as Toby climbed up behind him. He scooted forward, crawling up the bed a bit to give the dog room to get up and kneel behind him. As he did so, Alice moved over, biting her lip and shivering, the sign of her pleasure clear in how matted and slick the fur between her legs was as she held out the bottle of lube.

Toby leaned back on his heels, nodding and smiling at her and gesturing. With a soft moan in the back of her throat, the spaniel opened the bottle and poured a liberal amount of the clear, slightly viscous fluid onto his cock. The dog’s eyes fluttered and he shivered, and Ash could imagine how cold it must be on that monster between his legs. Alice used her hands, stroking his shaft with tender care, lubing it up thoroughly. The look on her face was one of pure worship, and honestly his wasn’t much different as he ran a hand down her back and leaned down to kiss her cheek. She could say what she wanted to, about not feeling adequate, fantasize all she wished about him finding other girls preferable, but that’s all it was; a fantasy. These two were so utterly stuck on one another, they’d managed to overcome their silly middle class sense of propriety and embrace a little kink, just to keep their love life going so they could stay together.

It was actually really wholesome, and Ashley was sure he’d gush about it later. But right now, there was only one kind of gushing he was interested in doing, and it had nothing to do with anything wholesome or family friendly.

As the wife finished lubing her husband up, she gave him a small kiss on the cheek, then moved out of the way, but stayed close, watching. Toby moved forward, a growl bubbling up out of his throat as he grabbed Ashley’s tail, pulling him back by it. The stoat gasped, head going back, only to feel the big, strong hand of the husky on the back of his head, pushing him down. The dog shoved his head down into the mattress and pinned it there, while keeping his ass lifted up into the air. A knee between the stoat’s legs spread them open and then nothing for a moment.

Then, he felt it. Hot, heavy, dripping with precum and lube, the dog’s thick shaft pressed up his cleft and slid over his open, sensitive tailhole. Ashley moaned, shivering as Toby ground his cock up and down, before pulling back. He pushed forward again, only to slide that thick piece of meat the other way, down Ash’s taint and over his balls and cock. That one pass sent the stoat’s eyes going wide, as he felt the tip of Toby’s cock slide over and past the head of his. A shudder of equal parts dread and anticipation ran up his spine at the thought of just how massively that cock dwarfed his own.

Toby drew back again, dragging his shaft back along the stoat’s member and balls, before pressing the tip into his taint. He ground it forward, roughly, snarling, as he plowed his cocktip up the length of the strip of thin fur and flesh, until with a shifting angle, that pointed glans slipped into the opening of Ashley’s ring. The stoat lay there, pinned down by the powerful hand on the back of his head, shaking in need and just a touch of fear. Pure cock shock, and it was making his own shaft twitch and drip all over the mattress underneath him, as Toby shifted his weight and rocked his hips.

Ashley’s back arched and he tried to lift his head, a gasp ripped from his throat as that cock rapidly thickened until it stretched his already stretched hole to the limit. Toby stopped, then pushed again, with another roll of his hips, and Ashley’s ass stretched open more. The stoat lay there, his mouth open wide in a silent moan, or scream, it was hard to tell which. Currently, his brain was busy doing some maintenance and trying to process how to feel, as a cock nearly twice the size of his own fought its way past his ring and into his ass. He felt it in his stomach, and in his pelvis, a painful pressure, mixed wit the sharp sensation of muscle and flesh stretching.

Then with another thrust, the thickest part was past his entrance, and the rest sank in, all the way to the knot, still locked away in his sheath. And as Toby bottomed out, his cock stroked right across Ash’s prostate, and the stoat clenched, snapping his jaws shut, and made a high pitched, keening moan as he felt all that pressure, pain, pleasure and more, focus on his cock. He writhed, pumping his hips back towards the man behind him, who shifted his grip from the stoat’s tail to his waist, gripping him tightly and holding him steady. The husky pulled his hips back, slowly dragging that massive piece of fuckmeat back out of the boy’s ass, leaving him feeling empty, even as the sensation also drove him to shudder and moan. “Pleease… Fuck me, Daddy~!”

“Yeah, you want me to fuck you, little slut?” Toby growled, slapping the boy’s ass again, making him jerk. “You want me to breed that tight little hole?”

“Y-Yes! Please! Breed meeee!” Ash begged, teeth clenched as Toby stopped with just the tip inside of him.

“Beg! Beg me to do it!”

“Please! Please, pleasepleasepleaseeee! Fuck me! Fuck me full of your puppies and make me yours!”

Another hard smack on the ass made Ash jerk again, and when he did Toby thrust forward, bottoming out again in one hard, fast movement. Ash went stiff, his cock twitching, and his mouth opening wide, as the husky began bucking his hips, pumping his shaft in and out rapidly, the sound filling the room, even over the music.

_ PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP _

Ash moaned, shifting around as best he could. He wanted to writhe, to arch, to hump back into that pistoning shaft and milk it for all it was worth, but the big dog had him pinned and held, firmly in place. All he could do was twitch and gasp and shudder in pleasure as he was used, his mind going blank and fuzzy around the edges, as his pleasure quickly began to build.

“Fuck! You are so fucking tight!” Toby growled, as he gripped the boy’s hair and lifted his face up off the bed by it. Ash moaned, bracing himself against the mattress with his hands under him, mouth hanging open, tongue lolling out over his teeth, as he let his eyes close and just focused on the feeling of that fat, hard dog cock pounding his boy pussy like there was no tomorrow.

He gasped, twitching, as the feeling in his loins, like he was going to piss himself, grew stronger, and stronger, as Toby smashed his prostate to a pulp. “Ohhh, fuck! Ohhhh fuck! Don’t… D-Don’t stop! Please! Keep… K-kee-keep… F… F-f-fuuUUUUUCK!”

As he moaned, loudly, he felt a hand clamp over his mouth, cutting him off, but he just kept moaning into it, not even caring who it was or where he was or what was happening as his cock twitched, jerked and jumped, shooting thick ropes of cum onto the blankets under him. He spasmed, body writhing in its place, as he felt hot flesh pounding his hole, where a moment before there had been fur, and then a snarl in his ear as an intense, heavy warmth began to fill his insides.

Toby had reached his own orgasm, the clenching of the stoat’s anus too much for him to take. For Ashley, caught up in his own orgasm as he was, the feeling was too much, and he wound up arching up off the bed, his whole body tensed as though he were standing on a live wire in a rainstorm. The edges of his vision went white and his head filled with the rush of blood as all he could do was ride it out, the sensations rocking his body in that moment all he could think about.

As he began to come down, he felt the iron hard grip on his headfur that Toby had been holding loosen, then release. He flopped down onto his face again like a puppet with its strings cut, and lay there, panting, as the big dog behind him slowly withdrew his shaft with a wet squelch and a pop. Unable to hold it in, a few moments later, with a sound between a burp and a splash, a thick mess of cum, lube and anal juices bubbled up out of the stoat’s ass, running down his taint and over his balls to drop onto the already ruined blankets under him.

He jumped in surprise, feeling a touch on his butt, and shifted, slightly, looking behind him and saw Alice kneeling there, leaning forward. The next thing he felt was a small, wet tongue on his ass cheek, before it slipped into the cleft and began cleaning him. His heart thudded in his chest, and he stretched, moaning softly. Idly, in his head, he was glad he kept himself clean, and had taken the time to clean thoroughly before coming here, otherwise this might not have been such a good idea. As it was, though? Sensitive as he was, his cock twitched between his legs. He might not be into girls, but even he had to admit, this was hot.

After a moment, he felt Alice draw away with a wet sound, and a moment later there was the sound of smacking lips in the room again. He slowly let his knees cave in, and fell to his side on the bed, before twisting a bit, bending at the waist so he could look and see. The couple were making out, and he could tell that Alice had not swallowed or spit before hand. They had clearly experimented with other things besides just roleplay, if they were already that comfortable with the idea of snowballing.

As they finally broke the kiss, Alice bent down, running her tongue over her husband’s cock before taking it into her maw and sucking it clean. He was clearly very sensitive, as he arched his back, hissing in a breath, but gently stroked her ears and back, looking at her lovingly.

For his part, Ashley sat, watching them, and smiled softly. They were a really cute couple, and really sweet. They were also kinky as hell, once they relaxed, and were clearly fully okay with exploring things, even outside their comfort zones.

After a little bit more, Alice drew away, and with Toby’s encouragement, laid down on her back and spread her legs. He laid down on his stomach and nuzzled in between her thighs, and began servicing her with far more care and much less hunger than he had Ashley. It was honestly beautiful to watch, as he saw to every need the spaniel might have, sending her into another, shaking orgasm with just his tongue. He then sat up, moving between her legs and Ash watched as he gently slid the first few inches of his cock into her pussy. The husky moved slowly, gently, stroking just that little bit back and forth as she moaned and wrapped her legs around him. He occasionally slipped out and just ground his shaft across her lips, before sliding it back in.

When he came this time, he pulled out and thrust against her vulva, shooting his seed over her belly and breasts, and the whole time, the pair kept their eyes locked, as though trying to stare into each others’ souls. As he came down, he shifted and laid down, pulling his wife to his chest and the cuddled while Ashley watched.

The stoat lay there a bit longer, before a sound drew his attention. His phone, specifically the sound notifying him that his brother had texted him. As he sat up with a grunt and crawled over, slinking off the bed to the floor to find where his phone had fallen among his clothes, Toby sat up and looked at him. “Was that a soundbite from Rick and Morty?”

“It’s my brother checking in on me. He loves that show.” Ash said, grinning sheepishly as he found his phone and opened it up.

You good, big bro? Do I need to come in there?

It had already been two hours since he got here? It hadn’t felt that long. He quickly tapped out a reply.

All good, lil bro~ Sry, just got a bit ‘distracted’~ XD

That’s fine, Ash~ Glad you’re having a good time.

I’ll be out soon to head home. Just gotta clean up a bit.

Kk. Love you, bro

Love you, too <3

He turned his phone off, before standing up and stretching, feeling the fur around his ass and down his thighs pulling, from all the goop stuck in it. “You mind if I use your shower?” He asked, pointing his thumb to the master bathroom. Toby shook his head, turning his attention back to his wife, who looked like she was asleep already. Ash paused, looking at them and smiled. “You two… You’re really cute.” He said, drawing Toby’s eye again, and the husky smiled at him. “I mean it. And, I think it’s super cool, you two being willing to explore and find other options, that aren’t so ‘conventional’, instead of just giving up like too many do.” He said, and Toby shrugged.

“… It’s… It’s a little odd, but… I don’t think I could go on, without her by my side.” He said, looking back to his wife. “And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her there.” He looked back up, smiling at Ashley. “Thank you, for coming tonight. Even if you don’t come back, it was fun.”

Ash pursed his lips, nodding. “… Well, I’m gonna clean up, and get dressed. My brother’s still waiting for me, after all.” He said, and saw a faint expression of regret flicker across the dog’s face, before he covered it with a smile.

“Sure thing.” The husky said.

Ash took a shower, immediately falling in love with everything about the bathroom, from the massive tub to the big vanity mirror and marble counter tops. He cleaned himself up, thoroughly, before blow drying his fur after. He stepped out of the bathroom, fluffy and clean, and saw that the pair had managed to stir, and Alice was currently lounging on her back, watching Toby pick up their clothes. The bedclothes that had been sullied had been stripped off and piled in the corner to go to the laundry, and as he came out, Ash saw that Toby was getting his clothes together. The big dog smiled, holding them out, and the stoat came over, taking them and starting to get dressed.

“Ashley?” Alice said, and Ash turned to look at her as he pulled his tanktop on, then walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, both to talk to her and put his boots on.

“What’s up, Mama Bear?” He asked, tying his laces as she sat up in the bed, looking at him.

“I’d really like it, if you’d come back some time. This was a lot of fun. I’m not talking about… any kind of relationship. I know some people do things like that, but I don’t think I could, not yet at least. And, Toby told me you said you don’t do relationships. But… This was fun. It was a lot of fun, and… I just think… Oh, how do I put this?”

Toby sat down beside his wife, taking her hand, and looking at Ash. “We were talking, and… We’ve played around with things, but we don’t have a lot of experience with kink, the lifestyle or anything. And, well… You seem like you know more about what you’re doing than we do?” He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

Ashley sat back for a moment, pursing his lips. “You’re wanting a mentor. Someone to show you the ropes, so to speak?”

They both flushed at his choice of words, but Alice nodded. “Y-Yes. Someone to help us see where else we can take this.” She said, nodding.

“What about the kids?” Ash asked. He already had his opinion, but he wanted to know their thoughts.

“Obviously, we’re not going to expose them to too much of it.” Toby said, shaking his head. “Not out of shame but just so that… So that other people don’t hurt them, from talking or things like that.” He said, and Ash nodded.

“That’s fair. People are dicks at the best of time, for the most part.” He said, and the couple nodded.

“But,” Alice said. “If they get old enough and start wondering… I think you were right. I’d rather them feel like, it’s okay for them to be happy, even if that happiness takes a shape that others might consider immoral or wrong, as long as they’re safe and no one’s being hurt, that’s all that should matter.”

Ash sat there, smiling slightly, before taking a breath. He’d never been one for commitment. Relationships took too much work to maintain, had always been his thought process. But, looking at these two, seeing how they worked together, he started to wonder. What if, if you really liked each other, as well as loved one another, if you were friends as well as lovers, it was actually pretty easy to get along and keep things working?

He also thought about how fun tonight was, and how much funner it could be, if they chose to explore a bit more, and try out more things. The stoat looked at the couple, staring at him, waiting, anticipation and even a hint of worry on their faces, this cute, wholesome, middle class suburban couple that just wanted a hand in making their lives more interesting, less constrained. He looked at them, and his smile widened.

* * * * *

Clifford looked up from shutting his phone off as the passenger door opened and Ash climbed in. His brother looked clean, fluffy, and like his clothes had just been picked up off the floor, all the hallmarks the bigger stoat had grown accustomed to seeing. The thing that was different, though, was the smile on Ashley’s face. Ash was usually grinning like the cat that ate the canary after having a particularly good romp, but this time it was quieter smile, expectant, almost, as though it was contemplating things in the future, rather than reliving the joys of the recent past.

“What’s that look about?” He asked, a small smile on his face as well.

“Hm? Oh, uh. Nothing.” Ash said, pulling out his phone. “Just… Making some plans.” He said, giving a little grin before he tapped a few things on his phone, as Clifford shrugged and started the car, pulling out to start the drive back to the Pub.

“Hey, Tal?” Ash said, on the phone. “Yeah, it went… Great~ But, uh… I was wondering.” Clifford glanced aside at his brother, who was idly chewing one of his claws as he spoke into the phone. “Are you doing anything, next Sunday night?”

Fin