"What? No fair, I wanted to play that character!"

"Well, I picked 'em first. You snooze, you lose!"

"My hands aren't as fast! You gotta play fair!"

"Fine, fine. How about we wrestle for it, then? Whoever comes out on bottom loses!"

"Okay, you're on!"

Troy resisted to urge to let out a long, laboured groan at the sight of the two cubs suddenly tangling themselves together and rolling around on the floor. Every day. Every day was like this, whether it was the weekday and they were meant to be studying or whether it was the weekend. If anyone else had been given this job, they would have turned tail and ran. Unfortunately for Troy, he didn't have that luxury.

"Settle down, boys. Try not to make a mess." The 20 year old malamute complained, rising to his feet and snapping his book shut. The two boys on the floor, a young ferret cub and an even younger feline, stopped mid-wrestle to blink innocently up at him. After a moment or two of exchanging looks, the two boys offered Troy wide, innocent grins. The adult shook his head and strode around the back of the couch, heading into the kitchen before things got...messy.

6 months ago, Troy had a simple job. He worked in a youth centre, entertaining children and forming bonds and friendships with boys and girls much younger than himself. It was something he was always passionate about-- he had a younger brother himself that he cared deeply for and he'd always wanted to do right by unfortunate, vulnerable children. But he'd made a mistake, somewhere along the way. He had become infatuated with a boy, one who turned out to be more than he appeared. Troy can still remember it: the childish giggles, the tantalising pleasure, the glowing runs and the deep, vivid wisdom in the kid's eyes. His name was Etis, and his origins were as exotic as his name.

Now, he had a new job, one set out for him by the mysterious boy from before. God knows where the kid was getting the money from or how he was so intelligent, but Troy couldn't complain with the peculiarly high salary placed into his bank account every month. In short, his job was to look after those in this foster home, which was effectively a well-furnished house on the outskirts of the city, big enough to accommodate quite a few people. Troy had no idea where these cubs had come from, but all of them were...weird, to say the least.

To say they were very sexually attentive for their age would be an understatement: any chance they got and whenever they felt like it, at least two of them would be engaged in some sort of lewd activity, often out in the open. Troy didn't mind it too much, but it could be a pain to wash sheets and cushions and scrub floors when they made a mess. Three of them in particular were prone to sexual interactions out in the open, but what worried Troy the most was the two cubs who were, by all accounts, pretty ordinary.

As in on cue, one of them entered the kitchen and began rifling through the fridge, looking for something to eat. Troy had been idly washing some plates at the sink from lunch, but he placed them aside and dried his hands to see what they wanted. The cub was a cute little canine, 11 years of age, with a fluffy concoction of grey and dull bluish fur. When Troy got close, the canine briefly retreated and looked up at him with a blank stare.

"You okay, Miha? Need anything?" Troy asked tentatively, and the boy looked back to the fridge, reaching out to grasp a small pot of yogurt.

"Can I have this?" His question was simple, and Troy shrugged in response.

"Don't see why not." He answered, and Miha nodded, turning from the fridge and slipping into a seat at the small dining table as the noises from the living room turned from childish giggles to low, gentle moans. Miha barely flinched at the noises and peeled the yogurt open as Troy passed him a small spoon.

Miha was worryingly absent-minded a lot of the time. He wandered around the house like a zombie most of the time and stayed a lot in his room reading books. Most of the time he seemed fine, but occasionally when Troy asked what he got up to, the boy looked visibly distressed and said he couldn't remember. It happened once or twice a month, and Troy had attempted to express his concerns to the mysterious benefactor who was paying him to look after them. All he'd gotten in reply was that they were 'looking into it'. Miha seemed to be a favourite amongst the other cubs bar one-- according to the stories Troy had heard, Miha had saved them when they were trapped in something called 'Haxxen Labs'. They were incredibly friendly towards him and, of course, that meant they were lewd as well; though Miha never initiated anything, he still readily reciprocated when they offered.

The final outlier was an avian girl called Yijun, the only female of the house, who was remarkably shy most of the time and occasionally sour, when Troy managed to sneakily catch her on her own. From what Troy gathered, she was incredibly fond of Etis, and also missed her friends dearly. Troy didn't know for what reason she was here, but it was clear she wanted to stay; Troy had already asked her if she wanted to go home, where she normally lived, and she had fervently refused, but wouldn't give details why. It was a mystery that the adult malamute had yet to solve, but hoped he would eventually.

The moans from the living room grew louder and Troy groaned under his breath, patting Miha on the head back moving into the living room. As he had suspected from the second they began, the two boys had quickly changed from their competitive wrestling straight into vigorous, passionate sex, all whilst the game they had been arguing over remained open and active on the TV. This was a supposed side effect of where they were before, according to Etis: the drug they had taken made their libidos particularly high, and several months of enjoying each others company had made all the cubs quite intimate with each other, barring Yijun who was a new arrival. Troy was no stranger to these encounters-- having looked after them for half a year already, he was used to their antics.

Making his way back across the room, Troy relaxed into the single armchair he had procured for himself in a garage sale some 2 months prior. There was nothing wrong with the couch, but the empty spaces either side of them when he sat down gave the boys too much temptation to cuddle up beside him-- which would be nice normally, if they weren't so handsy. On more than one occasion, a nice evening of watching movies had turned into a full-blown threesome, sometimes four or fivesome.

The malamute returned to his book, though it was hard to keep his eyes off of the two boys before him. The ferret, Frits, was clearly the most dominant of the two. If he added in the fact that Frits was also older than the 8 year old feline Locke, it came as no surprise that Frits ended up on top. Of course, there was another matter of their own individual relationship with each other: Locke had already said on occasion that Frits spent most of his days strapped to a chair because the drug affected him too much, and Locke took care of him. It made sense that the feline was more eager to please and attentive to Frits' needs, whereas the ferret was selfish and used to getting what he wanted. Of course, it worked out fine for the pair of them; Troy could tell that both of them were quite into it, given Locke's fervent little moans and Frits' grunting of unbridled passion.

Though Troy was a little excited at the sight of them, he kept to himself. The whole reason Troy was in the line of work he was now is because of his mild attraction to a certain white fox, an attraction that was taboo and shouldn't have even been considered. Now his job involved being around that attraction most of the time, a predicament that he had long since gotten over-- he had previously done his best to remain professional, but one thing had lead to another and he had succumbed to their whimsy, when they wanted something new, something 'bigger'. Even now, however, he kept a certain level of courtesy, and didn't butt in unless they offered. Whether that was because of his worries about the job of his own insecurity, or even just a level of manners unbefitting a 20 year old, he didn't know. Of course, sitting in the living room and not taking part was bound to inevitably attract their attention, and it did. Their groans slowly grinded to a halt over time, and Troy raised his eyes from his book after a few seconds of silence to see them staring in his direction.

"Oh god," Troy groaned under his breath, before clearing his throat and sitting a little more upright. "What?"

The cubs didn't say anything, but their little mouths stretched into wide grins. Troy knew exactly what they were thinking, and he realised he wasn't going to have much luck convincing them otherwise. Slowly, the two boys peeled themselves from each other and crawled towards him, scooting along on all fours and making their way over towards the armchair. Troy sighed through his nose and placed his book to the side, spreading his legs a little and allowing them scooting in between them. Locke propped himself up on Troy's knee whilst Frits eagerly reached out, already plucking at the button of Troy's jeans.

"The two of you are pretty eager today, huh?" Troy remarked casually, feeling the warm mass of Locke's crotch grazing against his skin and up towards his lower leg, pressing against his jeans. 

"I can't help it." Locke complained quietly, kneading his hips against the man's leg as Frits reached out, snaking his hands up Troy's other leg and towards his crotch. He plucked at the button of his jeans until he managed to get it undone, and his hands sunk inside, roaming and rummaging around the mass of the man's bulge. Troy decided it would be wise to help them out a little, so he at least lifted his ass up and pushed his jeans and underwear down, freeing his turgid cock from within the confines of his garments and exposing it for the two young boys to sample. He shuffled until his jeans sat around his ankles and spread his legs appropriately, his body quivering a little with anticipation.

Frits was perhaps a little too eager to start, already moving his head closer and reaching his hands out. His small fingers curled in underneath Troy's plump nuts whilst the other hand stroked around the bulbous knot of the malamute's canine cock, his lips grazing along the underside of the length until he reached the tapered tip. Troy couldn't resist reaching out and stroking the ferret's head as Frits dipped, the cock sliding along his tongue and deep into his mouth. The adult couldn't help but to groan quietly under his breath, stroking his fingers across the ferret's auburn and white fur.

Locke soon joined in, clambering up Troy's body a little and deliberately grinding his dick against the man's leg in the process as he bowed his feline head and dragged his slightly rough tongue along what few inches of the cock were still visible, tail swishing to and fro. It would be unfair if Troy didn't give him some appreciation too, so he stroked his other hand across the 8 year old's body, running his fingers over the bumps in the feline's spine and dancing across the half-spotted, half-striped purple and black fur. He was mildly tempted to reach out and squeeze the cub's ass, but it was hard to reach in the position they were in, and he didn't want them to accidentally prick his cock with their teeth.

With that, Troy leant back and closed his eyes, enjoying the delight sensations of two mouths on his cock, two boys pleasuring him as much as they could. He could hear each vivid suckle and slurp, accompanied by the occasional moan, the tiny whimper of need and desire. He kept his hands upon them, mostly so he knew where they were and what they were doing, and they seemed to greatly appreciate his touch. It took a lot of effort for Troy not to buck upwards into the mouth of the attentive ferret, for fear of plunging deep into his throat. After a while, he began to groan, breathing low and deep as their spit slicked up his cock, the eager hand on his balls adding to pleasure that swam through his system.

"Mmh, that's it..." Troy groaned, peeking one eye open for just a moment to admire the sight of Frits' bobbing head and pursed muzzle, alongside Locke doing the same. A feeling rose within him, and all he could think was that the two of them looked adorable in that position. Beneath that delight surged a deep lust and the pleasure heightened, causing him to squirm briefly under their assault. The pleasure was getting more and more intense, and he knew what was coming-- the two boys did as well.

A quiver rushed over Troy's body as he felt himself dip over the point of no return, the delightful bliss reaching its peak as his knot swelled and his balls churned. A heavy groan escaped his lips as his chest heaved up and down, signifying his impending release. Frits pushed his head down deeply at just the right time, anticipating what was to come. One final harsh moan passed Troy's muzzle as his balls tucked up against his body, and he heavily orgasmed, spurting a thick, salty load deep into the back of the ferret boy's throat. Frits gulped greedily, reaching a hand up Troy's body and sinking it beneath his shirt to stroke his athletic form. Troy could hear the wet gulps from the boy's mouth and soon began to see remnants of his potent load seeping down his length, dribbling onto his knot where Locke lapped them up.

Troy let out on final laboured, tired groan as Frits withdrew his mouth from the malamute's cock. With a toothy grin, the ferret slipped around the side of the armchair and snuggled up against Troy's side, kissing him on the cheek. Troy could still feel Lock humping his leg, and he was pretty sure his fur was a little damp from it. The two of them had pleasured him, but neither of them had finished themselves. Troy knew from experience that neither of them would calm down until they were satisfied-- the way that Frits cuddled up to him was indicative of that. He was trying to get in Troy's good books, no doubt so he could get at something that the malamute normally considered off limits.

"Alright, alright," Troy chuckled under his breath, sliding from his seat on the couch, forcing Locke to back up for a moment.. "I get the hint."

Had someone asked Troy months ago if he ever thought about receiving instead of giving, he would have laughed in their face. Now, however, it had become a semi-regular occurrence. When he's living in a household of 5 horny cubs, the same old handjobs and blowjobs just aren't enough to sate them, and they desire something new. Unfortunately for Troy, that meant offering his ass from time to time, something that the boys had, on occasion, taken for granted. The malamute turned around, getting onto his knees and resting his elbows on the cushions seat of the armchair, his tail swung upwards to reveal his behind. He craned his head to see who would go first, and he wasn't surprised to find Frits eager to take the lead. The ferret moved in between his legs and rubbed his 4 inch humanoid member between the canine's cheeks, smearing pre-cum over his sensitive flesh.

After a few moments of fervent grinding, the wet sounds filling the air, Frits tugged back and pressed the head of his cock to the man's behind, smearing it up and down for a moment before plunging forwards. The one added advantage for Troy in this instance was the different in their size: 4 inches was easy to take, especially from a cub, so he didn't have to worry too much about discomfort. The cock slipped into him and Troy's innards squeezed around the boy's cock, fitting snugly like a glove. It was a little dry and rough to start with, but Troy had no doubt it would get easier once the ferret back to thrust. From behind Frits, Locke moved into position and cuddled the ferret from behind, standing on tiptoes so that he could slip his own little cock, barely 2 and a half inches in length, between the ferret's cheeks. The feline strained to keep his balance, but his flushed cheeks made it clear that he was enjoying it.

With that, Frits began to thrust, sliding his hips back and forth. He was slow at first, taking care not to push Locke over, who was so gingerly teetering behind him. One they were settled in on a suitable rhythm, it became easy for Frits to bounce between the ass in front of him and the cock behind him, pleasuring two people at once whilst getting himself off in the process. Troy pressed his head into the cushions of the armchair and curled his fingers into fists, huffing to himself as the ferret slowly sped up over time, moving from his rhythmic thrusts into a series of relentless pounds. The sounds of their threesome, a cacophony of moans and wet slaps, began to fill the air and mix with the heated tension of sex and desire that left the room mildly humid. 

Troy could tell from the way Frits squeezed his cheeks, his finger digging into flesh, that the boy wasn't going to last long, though he had no idea about Locke. The two boys were moaning with equal desire, however, so Troy vaguely assumed the pair of them could be done soon. He couldn't deny the little tingles of pleasure he felt from the cub fucking his ass-- not only was it kind of hot situation-wise, but just the massaging of his inner walls from that small prick was nice too; not enough not hit his prostate, but still good.

"O-Oh, it's coming..." Frits mumbled, his thrusts growing irregular and his breathing dipping in a deep, low pant. His fingers gripped tighter and tighter as Troy pushed back against his cock, resisting the urge to reach down and touch himself. After a moment or two of laboured thrusting, Troy felt the weight of the ferret boy against his back, his hips bucking furiously into the man's behind. He trembled and spasmed, before slowing to a halt. He moved his hands up and curled them around Troy's clothed chest, nestling into him as Troy felt the tiny little throbs of the boy's cock inside him, a sign of his climax. It wasn't quite over yet, however: the sounds of lewd sex still emanated from behind them: Locke was not yet done.

"Mmmh, Frits, F-Frits...!" Locke whimpered the ferret's name with fervent passion, the force of his thrusts causing Frits to rock slightly atop the man's body. Troy wondered how long Locke had to go, but it seem became apparent when Locke started to mewl and whine with a greater intensity, growing a little louder over time-- the boy was a bit of a moaner whenever he was the one giving, so it didn't surprise Troy all that much (in fact, he found it rather endearing!). The boy's rough thrusts slowly grinded to a halt, and he teetered on the tips of his toes, trembling and groaning under his breath. Then, much like Frits, the cub relaxed completely. There wasn't much room for him to lay atop the pair of them, so he instead flopped backwards, his ass hitting the floor as he laid down.

"You kids have far too much energy for a friday afternoon." The man complained, though he couldn't stop his tail from wagging, just a little bit. As the malamute lifted himself up a little, he came to the realised that Frits wasn't going to move, no matter much gentle coaxing he applied. It was a compromising position, but Troy was going to have to lay there for a little while longer.

After about 10 minutes of peculiar silence intermingled with the occasional delicate moan from the ferret on top of him, Troy eventually managed to coax the boy off him. Frits took the man's seat on the armchair and lounged, fully naked, in the living room as Troy slipped out of his jeans and carried them upstairs. More than anything, he needed to clean himself up. 

He passed one of the boy's rooms and made the mistake of peeking in past the slight crack in the ajar door, and perhaps saw something he shouldn't have: Miha and Arjun, one of the other boys from the lab, getting rather frisky on the bed. It was what they were doing that was odd, at least to Troy: the boys sat relatively upright, but their paws were pressed against one-another. Arjun had Miha's ankle in his grasp and his tongue roamed the canine's bare paw with a reckless abandon as one of his own scaled feet curled and pressed against Miha's turgid little canine member. Troy lingered for a moment or two before shaking his head and heading further down the hall, towards the bathroom.

In hindsight, Troy should have at least checked if anyone was in the bathroom before barging in. The door had been closed when he arrived, and he didn't even think to knock before turning the handle and opening the door. To his surprise, and to the person he'd caught in the act, Yijun was sitting in the toilet looking particularly dainty. For a moment, there was complete silence between the two of them, the only sound heard being the delicate tinkle of liquid hitting liquid.

"Oh, Y-Yijun!" Troy stammered, immediately backing up, holding his hands up in surrender. He immediately realised that his pants were in his hand, and he watched with horror as the avian's gaze snapped down towards his crotch, where his sheath was un full display, still sticky with cum. 

"S-Shit. Sorry, Yijun. Sorry." Troy backed up even further and quickly shut the door, turning around. His face felt like it was on fire. If it had been anyone else, things would have gone differently. He was familiar enough with the boys for something as simply as pissing to not be an issue, but Yijun was delicate, practically like a princess, and tremendously shy. She still hadn't opened up properly and she kept to herself most of the time. Plus, there mere fact she was a girl meant that Troy at least had to handle her with a little more care. This might put a dampener on things between them, but Troy hoped she'd forget about it. 

He quickly strode to his bedroom and closed the door. There was no use worrying about it now, but he still had to clean himself up. Luckily for him, he'd left a towel in his room: for now, it'd do. He patted himself down and shrugged on some sweatpants, making his way back down the hall and to the kitchen, where he dumped the towel into the washing machine for later.

It seemed like Frits and Locke were content to lay around in the nude in the living room, now watching television instead of playing their video game. Troy would allow them the time to relax for now, but he'd usher them to bed soon enough. The malamute made his way back upstairs and wondered if he should perhaps apologise to Yijun a bit better. He didn't want to give her a bad impression of him. Her room was at the end of the hall, conveniently opposite to his. Her door was shut, which was usually a sign that she was inside.

Tentatively, he paused outside her door, raising his hand to knock. He hesitated and wondered just what, exactly, he was going to say to her. He should apologise, of course, but what would be the best way to say it that would get her to open up more? With his hand poised against the door, Troy shook his head. If he kept standing there and deliberating, he'd never stomach the courage to do it. With a sigh, he knocked on the door briefly before twisting the knob and letting himself inside.

As he expected, Yijun sat on the bed, a tablet placed on the bed in front of her. She had a tablet laid across her outstretched legs, one feathered finger running across the screen. She looked to be reading or watching a video of some sort, for her eyes darted across the screen to and fro. She'd barely noticed Troy had come in until the malamute cleared his throat. She practically jumped out her seat when he did, and locked the tablet, placing it aside. Troy was a little relieved: she didn't look scared when she realised he was here. Rather, she deliberately averted her gaze and tucked her knees up, squirming uncomfortably.

"Hey, Yijun," Troy began awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head, glad that he had pants on this time around. "Uh...you doin' okay?"

She didn't exactly respond with words, but she did nod in his direction, keeping her eyes down, looking at her own legs. Troy teetered on his feet a little, before he stepped towards her, sitting on the edge of the bed. He tentatively patted a spot next to him and, to his surprise, she scooted across the bed and dangled her legs off the edge, sitting next to him. He had expected her to simply ignore it.

"Look, uh..." Troy began, patting his hands against his knees. "I should have knocked, so...I'm sorry. I hope I didn't scare you."

"N...No." Yijun shook her head, tapping her fingers together. "It's okay, I..."

She trailed off into silence and Troy grimaced, wondering if she was just saying that to make him feel better. When he turned his head a little to glance at her, he was surprised to find her eyes darting towards him and back again. Not at his face though: she was looking much further down.

"Are you okay?" He asked quietly and she jumped again, as if she had zoned out. Her eyes flicked up to his face and she quickly looked away again. Troy could have sworn she was blushing, though it was hard to tell under her feathers. She stroked the front of the white and blue dress for a moment, clearing her throat as if she was going to speak.

"I, um...you looked very nice." Yijun admitted.

"Nice, huh?" Troy relaxed considerably and leant a little closer, pressing his hand to the bed behind her to prop himself up. "Do you think I'm handsome?"

"M-Mhmm," She hummed her agreement. "But I'm, um, a little shy. I'm not good at being assertive."

"Oh, well don't worry about that," Troy mumbled. "You've said it now, so I at least know what you want."

A silence fell between them as a mild tension crackled in the air. Troy wasn't into girls as much as boys, but he couldn't deny the surge of adrenaline and desire when he was told he was attractive. It made him a little excited, the thought of pleasuring a delicate flower such as Yijun-- he had no doubts that she wasn't a virgin considering the company she kept, but the way she trembled against him, her breathing lowered, the way she let out a quiet, subtle whimper was just too much temptation. Troy at least had some degree of restraint, however. He waited to see what she would do.

"C...Can I see it?" She parted her beak, tentatively reaching out to touch against his leg. Troy's muscles tensed and he wordlessly agreed to her request, reaching down to tug the front of his sweatpants forward, revealing his freeballing sheath beneath. She hesitated at the sight of it, and Troy could feel her pounding heart through her shoulder, which was pressed snugly to his chest. 

Yijun moved her hand lower and lower, until her fingers touched with his upper pelvis. She shakily exhaled as her hand ran up towards Troy's stomach, feeling along his fairly athletic frame and tucked-in stomach. She swept her hand back down again, quietly admiring the red tip poking from the canine's sheath, a sign of his subtle desire. She curled her fingers against the plumpness of his package and squeeze his sheath, causing him to groan.

Troy shifted, scooting a little closer to her and wrapping his innermost arm around her side, pressing it against her hip. She tensed as Troy bunched his fingers, hiking her dress up an inch at a time, until his fingers touched with bare feathery flesh. He traced his fingers over the delicate lace of her young panties, curling his hand inward as she groped his crotch. His own fingers met with her stomach, and he deftly swooped his hand down, toying with the waistband of her garments. She trembled and squeezed her legs together as his digits delved into her panties, moving lower and lower until his fingertips met with the warmth of her entrance: her tender, sensitive cloaca.

She gasped, delicate and sweet, pressing tightly against his side and pushing her hips slightly against his hand. Though she didn't come from where the boys had, she still seemed to be as needy at them, if not more so. Troy could practically feel her entrance clenching and unclenching just from his touch alone, and the thought riled him up immensely. He couldn't help but growl a little, causing Yijun to tense up against him. Slowly, he withdrew his hand and began to move, sliding from the bed to turn to face her. He didn't coax her into doing anything untoward, however-- instead, he pushed her down against the bed and slid her across it, climbing back onto the mattress to tower over her like a passionate lover.

Yijun sank against the blankets, her eyes wide with surprise, but brimming with need. She squirmed beneath him, but not out of discomfort, but a sexual lust unbecoming of her age. She reached up to grab the fabric of his shirt and pull him in slightly, shuddering beneath him as he pushed the mass of his body down against her own, giving her the tight, intimate proximity she seemed to be craving.

Troy lowered his head and pressed his muzzle to her cheek, peppering kisses down towards her neck. He licked and nibbled with enough fervency to make her quiver beneath him. He moved lower and lower, his hands roaming further down ahead of his mouth in order to grab the hem of her dress and lift it up completely, exposing her half-naked body and tender flesh. He kissed along her stomach, giving her the treatment befitting a queen-- appropriate, for an elegant girl such as her. Even her moans and squirms of delight were graceful.

Eventually, his muzzle found its way to her pelvis, her dress hiked all the way up to her chest. He ran his mouth over her panties for a moment to tease her, deliberately stroking his wet nose against her entrance before sliding his arm tongue right along the fabirc, pressing as firmly as he could so that she could feel it. She gasped and whimpered under his assault, her legs hooked around his neck. His hands squeezed and kneaded her hips, his throat vibrating with lustful growls as he occasionally turned his head to nip and nibble at her inner thigh. She seemed to like it, from he could tell.

Just as he was about to go even further, the clearing of someone's throat by the door caught both their attention. Troy raised his head and turned to see Arjun standing by the door, leaning against the doorframe. He was stark naked, and by the looks of the cum that stained his stomach and his half-limp member still dripping with seed, he had just finished with Miha.

"Sorry to interrupt," The 14 year old grinned briefly, before rubbing the back of his head. "Uh, we're the towels? There's none in the bathroom."

"Oh, I hung some up to dry earlier. Check the airer downstairs." Troy gestured vaguely and Arjun nodded, lingering slightly at the sight of them, before he turned and left the room. Troy listened to his padded footsteps down the hall before turning back to Yijun, licking his lips as he dived down between her legs once again. Her inner thighs immediately squeezed around his head, rather tightly at that.

"W-Wait!" She half-giggled, half-squealed. "What is someone comes in again? I don't want to s-see!"

"Relax," Troy growled playfully. "If they come in, I'll just tell them to leave. It'll be just the two of us."

"But...!" She protested initially, but quietened down into gentle groans when Troy began to lap at her entrance once again, pushing his tongue against her panties and making her squirm. After a little while, he decided to go further, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her garments and tugging them down. The second that his tongue hit her entrance for real, she melted beneath him, gripping the bedsheets.

"O-Oh wow..." Yijun mumbled. Troy wondered why she was so surprised, but then he remembered how shy she was. He couldn't exactly recall a time when he'd seen her with the boys, so it might be that she's been pent up all this time. It's no wonder she was so receptive when he started tonguing her! With each lick and lap, he felt her cloaca spasmed, squeezing against his tongue, both attempting to suck him in and push him back each time he pressed his tongue a little too firmly against her entrance. His teeth grazed her tender flesh as he attempted to part his lips as much as possible, wanting to get closer and closer.

As Troy continued to lick, Yijun squirmed with a greater intensity, pushing more and more against his mouth and hooking her talons against his back as he pressed his tongue deeper. Her moans grew deeper and her gasping quieter, until she suddenly sat up a little, eaching out to grab Troy's head.

"I-I think I'm...!" She whimpered, pushing his head down gently and pressing her inner thighs to his head again, clamping her beak shut so that she didn't moan so loud. Troy closed his eyes and felt her muscles relax against him as his ears picked up the sound of her long, tender sigh. Troy basked in the heat of her spasming loins and tasted the fruit of his labours, which was...strangely salty. It tasted suspiciously like cum.

Troy pulled his head back and, fur enough, Yijun's entrance was dripping with the familiar off-white sheen of cum. It left the malamute momentarily confused, for he didn't quite know where it had come from, and he was pretty sure it hadn't been there before. He didn't dwell on it too much and instead slinked back up Yijun's body, towering over her and watching her flushed, panting face. She had an arm covering her eyes, her body still tense, her breathing low and heavy.

"Did you like that?" Troy asked with his usual charming smile, and Yijun peeked from beneath her arm, meeting his gaze. Her beak curled slightly into a grin and she giggled a little, wordlessly nodding her head.

"Good. Does that mean it's my turn now?" Troy asked quietly, and Yijun moved her hand a little further, blinking up at him in surprise. She soon found out what he meant, however: with a quick tug, Troy yanked down his pants with one hand and then pressed himself forwards, pushing the mass of his knotted cock up against her inner thigh, dangerously close to her entrance. Yijun's breath hitched in her throat and she looked down between them, seeing the length of his member stroking against her flesh, its tip already oozing pre-cum.

Slowly, she raised her head, staring up into his eyes. She nodded, spreading her legs a little wider and hooking them against his hips. With a lick of his lips, Troy leant up a little and yanked off his T-Shirt, letting her see the entirety of his naked body. He grasped her hip with one hand whilst reaching down to grab the base of his cock with the other, his knot pulsing against his own palm. It didn't take long for him to angle the tapering end of his canine member against her wet entrance, and after a little teasing and coaxing, he pushed forwards. The combined cum from her cloaca and his own pre-cum made entry easy, but the main issue was whether she could take all 7 inches. As his gaze snapped up to look at her face, he smirked; her eyes oscillated eagerly between his cock and his body, taking in the sight of him. Eventually, however, she leant her head back and groaned, adjusting herself and tensing at the feeling of being so wonderfully yet strangely intruded.

Troy considered himself a man of impeccable restraint, but even he struggled to move slowly under the sheer clenching and unbridled pleasure of the tight hole before him. It was even worse when he accounted for her gasping moans, the way she groaned his name. Slowly but surely, he stuffed inch after inch into her, pressed his weight down against her quivering body, his cock violently throbbing. She reached up to curl her arms around his body and he pressed his forehead against hers, panting harshly against her beak. He pulled back, sliding ever so carefully, before sinking into her again, beginning to slowly thrust.

The way his hips moved were measured, yet brimming with passion. He rocked his hips delicately, watching the way she arched her back and clung to him, checking for what she enjoyed most, or what made her wince. Each thrust became easier than the last as he found a good rhythm that she seemed to enjoy. He couldn't resist increasing his speed a little after a while, bending his head down low enough to deeply kiss her neck between his thrusts. Their panting filled the air, mixed with the hot, wet slaps of Troy's knot pressing against her cloaca. He knew he couldn't really tie her considering his size, but he was more than getting his fill regardless.

"T-Troy..." Yijun mumbled between her panting, hooking her ankles a little more tightly around his waist. "I-I think I'm going to do it again."

"Hmm? You mean cum?" Troy raised his head and grazed his muzzle across her cheek, staring in her eyes. She whimpered and nodded, and he saw it as an opportunity to pick up the pace. His hips pounding faster and faster as she began to cry out with pleasure, hugging tightly to him, pushing him down against her body so that she could feel his warmth, his heat, against her own slender frame. The bed creaked with each powerful thrust as Yijun curled her talons, violently shaking beneath him as she orgasmed for the second time. This time, Troy was sure the cum came from her: as she climaxed, he could hear and feel the vivid squelch of his cock sliding down into more plentiful fluids then before. They coated his cock and splattered against his knot as he pounded back and forth, making their sex that much more loud and wet.

Troy didn't have long left to go either. As his hips bucked, he could feel that tightness within him growing heavier and heavier, reaching an inevitable peak. For a brief moment, he thought of nothing but his own desire and lust, focusing entirely of bringing himself to the brink, even as Yijun dug her fingers against his back and clung to him as tightly as she could. His moaning grew louder and louder as he fully enveloped himself in his pleasure, until he finally felt it: the brief, aching spasm that rolled over his spine as the knot within him loosened, warning him his impending release. He huffed and panted, lolling his tongue, closing his eyes as he irregularly thrust his hips down, sliding his cock back and forth and letting his knot knead against her tender, used entrance. His pleasure grew warmer and wamer until, finally, it passed through him like a tsunami.

He groaned, plunging his hips down as a thick, hefty spurt of cum shot from the end if his cock, his knot swelling to its fullest and vividly pulsing with each firm, turgid throb. He pulled back between every other spurt, pushing down at the height of his cock's pulsing, just to further encourage his cum to shoot as deep as possible. Yijun let out tender huffs with each plunge, loosening her grip on his body and tiredly laying them back, trying to catch her breath.

Troy slowly eased off her after a while, pulling his cock from her stretched cloaca and rolling onto his back, his cock covered in a mixture of both their loads. He took deep breaths, staring up at the cieling for a moment before turning his head to grin at the avian girl, who still remained shy, even after being so easily fucked. She looked away from him, but scooted a little closer and curled up to his side.
 
"Sorry," He panted with a grin. "I got a little carried away."

She hummed her agreement, but didn't shy away from him. Instead, she pressed closer, nuzzling her beak on his athletic chest. He absently hooked an arm around her and plced his other over his stomach, giving himself a few moments to catch his breath. Before he'd even realised it, he had closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, with Yijun beside him.

Troy awoke sometime later, and immediately checked his phone in a panic, having to hook his feet up to reach into his sweatpants. He was relieved to see that it had only been an hour, but it meant that she should at least get dinner going. He turned to Yijun, who remained fast asleep even then. A fond smile traced his lips as he slowly sat up, gently scooting her around in the bed until her head was on the pillow. He left her there for now-- it was warm enough for her not to need a blanket. He'd leave some dinner aside for her in a bit.

The house was eeriely quiet, but Troy soon found out why. All the other cubs had more or less tired themselves out: Troy found Miha and Arjun curled up in bed spooning one-another, and Locke and Frits who had been idly watching TV were not locked in an obvious post-sex sleeping position, with Frits naked atop the feline's body. Troy had no doubt that the ferret was still firmly in the boy's ass, and he didn't particularly want to have to pry them apart, so he left them for now, heading into the kitchen. If they weren't going to eat yet, he could make something for himself.

The malamute absently stood by the toaster and stared out the window, waiting for his bread to brown, when his phone began to buzz. He tugged it out of his pocket and answered, aware who was calling thanks to the caller ID.

"Yeah?" He started off simple.

"Hey. I'm just checking in." The voice on the other end was none other than the familiar, yet mysterious Etis. It was peculiar for him to be calling at this house.

"Everything's fine. They're just being their usual."

"Is Yijun settling in okay?"

"We had a bit of an issue earlier, but it's resolved now. She seems better for it."

"Do I need to know?" The tone sounded almost warning, but Troy brushed it off with a chuckle.

"No. It's nothing dangerous, don't worry. She hasn't used her powers since she came here, though I catch her singing sometimes. Feels weird."

"How?"

"Your head gets a little foggy, like you get wrapped up in the music. It's hard to explain."

"No, I get it. It's part of her gift, pay it no mind. If it gets to be a problem then just explain it to her. She's a smart girl."

"I know."

"What about Miha? Any changes?"

"As stone-faced as ever, from what I can tell," Troy grimaced, glancing towards the kitchen door. "He hasn't had an episode in a few weeks now but it's getting around that time. I suspect there'll be one soon. You made any progress?"

"Some. I'm chasing some potential candidates for what he is, but they're just ideas so far. Just keep an eye on him for now. His friends seem to know how to handle him, so just be observant and follow their lead."

"Yeah, yeah. Anything else?"

"No, that's it for now. I'll wire you your payment at the end of the month, as always."

"Got it. You planning to come visit anytime soon? They've mentioned you a few times...Yijun especially, obviously."

"Why, do you miss me?" Troy could hear the smile on the fox's lips, and the malamute felt his cheeks warming.

"Don't get the wrong idea." Troy replied awkwardly. He heard a giggle moments later, followed by the sharp beep that indicated that Etis had hung up. The way that fox could jump from professionalism to flirtation was unnerving, but he certainly knew how to push Troy's buttons. The malamute sighed and placed his phone on the table, running a hand through his hair.

Just how much longer was he going to have this job? Fuck, he was starting to get attached to these kids.