A Lucky Pierre?


"Goddammit!"


Books and paper crash to the floor as Quin reads the last of the e-mail his boss had sent him on a late Friday. Rejected, his latest request for a raise had been denied and his expected promotion stolen by a damn fox who’d been at the firm for a year, his five years of working for the company going about with no acknowledgement. 


He was far better than that damn fox, but a panda like himself isn’t a good image, so his boss had chosen the fox, probably because he thought the rumours about vixens being clever was true (damn bastard).


“Fuck, and I’m already behind on rent,” he muttered, defeat sweeping his bulging form as he came to accept the situation. He wasn’t fat, quite lean for a panda actually, to the point where some had compared and described him as a discolored wolf.


Stepping back from the table, Quin took a deep breath. He normally wasn’t the kind of guy who lingered on the bad, but this topped everything, even getting dumped by his ex. The panda wandered out of his office, and slowly went back to his bedroom. With dinner done and eaten, the bear just wanted to sleep away his worries… right after a quick stress relief wank. That always made him calm down.


Returning from the shower, Quin rushes to find his favourite jerking material, guilt and lust in a tug of war within him. “God, I shouldn’t be doing this,” Quin grunted in frustration and arousal, the image of his ex in a bikini giving him a raging nostalgia boner. 


He imagined her plumb black lips against his pink flesh, sucking up the pre she’d so dearly loved to taste when they’d first done it. When they’d dated, Quin had finally found an outlet to his heavy nuts and obscene endowment, the thing rivaling a horse!


It had been uphill the first few times, his thick shaft pummeling orgasm after orgasm out of her… that had been right until he asked about anal sex. Not on her of course, he was way too big for that, but rather himself. Quin hadn’t thought her a traditionalist when they’d first met, but he sure figured that out the hard way when she began calling him a freak, fetishist fool and idiot for wanting something so outlandish to happen to his own tailhole.


…Broken up with, and soon to be in depth and probably kicked out of his house, could this week get any worse! “At least you’ll never disappoint.” His cock twitched with excitement at Quin’s words, a cock many of his former female friends lusted for and made equally as many of his male friends jealous, regardless of species in both cases.


He needed cash, and soon. Pondering between selling hard drugs and demanding a raise, knowing it could cost him his job, Quin’s mind lit up with an idea; one so out of pocket that his ex would demand him to delete all connections to her if she ever heard of it, EVER!


“Why not sell my body?”


He knew he had the package and body, and he was in dire need of a lay to get his mind off of things. What better way to do that than while fixing an issue. 


A wicked smile grew as he clicked open his camera, and lined up his meat. A picture of his plumb balls and one of his muscular backside and Quin soon found himself searching for an escort website. “One customer is all I’m asking for this month,” he prayed as he put his phone down, an escort article having quickly been put together. 


Taking a loan would have fixed his issues all the same, but it would've landed him in further shit later as he wouldn’t be able to pay it back with his stagnating pay and the out of control inflation. He needed a 2nd income for a few months tops, and then he’d be able to find a new job without worrying about sleeping on the street.


His worries melted into the background, the warmth of his bed and his tired mind stalling what worries he might’ve made about making a horrible article.


*****


“No… No… Absolutely not!” The list of messages went on and on, his article having gained more traction than the panda could ever have hoped, but there was a problem; most of those who wanted his services were young teens that Quin could tell were underage just from the way they wrote to him. It was frustration, he wanted a good fuck and some cash to solve his situation, but potentially ending in jail because of it was a risk he didn’t wanna take.


One crackhead had even hit him up, saying she wanted to snort coke off his long python as she’d called it. Days went by, the panda feeling like he should just risk it and ask for a raise despite the dangers of it. He tried editing his article, but not much difference came of it. It was only when he realized he was targeting the wrong audience that things changed. Being quick on his claws and brainstorming a bit, he added that he was mainly taking on experienced and older furs.


“Jackpot!” 


Within a day things had flipped on its head, and an old couple had contacted him. They were in their late fifties, no problem, he was in his late twenties, 25 to be precise, and liked how they looked. A dire wolf couple whose litter of pups had grown up and moved out recently, leaving them with extra time and money on their paws. 


Quin had heard of furs participating in threeways in college, the allure of multiple partners an experience many dreamed of. Quin did try to convince his ex once… while she was sucking his cock unfortunately. He still had a tooth mark at the base of his shaft from her, the look in those panda eyes having been enough to make him never bring it up again.


Such fears didn’t present themselves when he thought of them, the lady had nice gray fur, and having a dire wolf husband, likely knew how to take cock while keeping her teeth at bay, that is if they wanted to try oral. Quin really was getting ahead of himself, they’d only asked if he was up for doing something called -  A Lucky Pierre, whatever that was. He’d specified in the article that he was open to experimenting, and wasn’t about to go back on his words. 


The days seemed to go by faster than ever, and before Quin knew it, Friday had arrived. Bracing his nerves, the energetic panda packed the bare necessities for his visit and drove off to his clients. They didn’t live far away, barely a two hour drive and they’d specified he could stay until Sunday.


The landscape passed by at a blistering speed, even though he drove the speed limit. His nerves were simply that on end, his heart beating hard enough for him to feel his pulse in his paws. One last turn and he was on their street, the panda’s heart feeling like it sank through the bottom of the car; they were relaxing in their front yard! 


He’d hoped to wait a bit and brace himself in the car before going in, that option tackled before he could reach their driveway. “Holy shit, she’s in a bikini… and looks freaking gorgeous!” The same could be said about her husband, his white and damp looking fur glistening in the sun as he was cutting the grass wearing only a pair of shorts and sunglasses. “Damn, he’s muscular!” 


“QUIN! It’s so good to meet you,” Violet shouted, her hourglass figure running towards him as he stepped out of the car. Her husband, Karl, wasn’t far behind her, the panda quickly finding himself in the middle of receiving a surprisingly intimate hug and a handshake. 


“Didn’t think you’d come so early, Quin. I’d hoped to finish up tidying the garden at the very least.” Karl remarked, gesturing to the half finished lawn and the smell of freshly cut grass.


“No problem, I… I guess I couldn’t wait a minute longer to meet you guys,” Quin awkwardly admitted, scratching his neck as Violet let out an innocent giggle at his honesty.


“Come, let’s get you something to drink,” Karl suggested, putting an arm around the panda’s shoulder before guiding him towards the kitchen. The exterior of the house was big, he’d expected something big though, considering them being dire wolves and therefore as large as himself, and with a litter they’d need the space. 


The inside was a thing of marvel by the looks of the living room and entrance alone. Quin wasn’t sure if they’d mentioned how big their litter was… but it must have been a record sized one of some sort because with the amount of corridors the living room gave access to you’d expect this place to have been a hotel once. 


“I feel so out of place…”


“Nonsense, we contacted you because we thought you’d fit in.” Karl assured, handing him a glass of water before moving over to stand beside his wife, the wolf now adorning a gown.


“I’m sorry, what do you mean by fit in?”


Moving like primal wolves on the hunt, Quin found himself pinned between them and their hungry eyes. “It’s been over eighteen years since we’ve had this kinda privacy, and we aren’t gonna waste it on a fur that can’t match our energy.” Violet whispered into his white ear.


“Relax Quin, she gets a little aggressive when she’s close to getting what she wants,” Karl noted into his black ear, the pair retreating as quickly as they’d approached.


 “So, do you think YOU fit into our dynamic relationship?” Violet's voice was filled with wants, her claws digging into the cheap wooden kitchen sink.


“Y-yeah!” 


“Good, now let’s get you undressed.” 


“Y-yeah, sure… but may I ask what a Lucky Pierre is first?”


 Silence fell like a heavy blanket. Violet looked at Karl, a weird mix of dwindling desire in her eyes and growing concern showing. Her husband kept his calm, tapping a claw against the counter while he looked Quin over. “You… you’ve not been tricked into coming, have you?”


“WHAT?! N-no,” Quin defended,”I… just realized I never actually did my research,” he admitted sheepishly as the erotic atmosphere died out as quickly as it’d come. 


Karl leaned further onto the counter, looking deep in thought. “Well that’s a good start, but why did you say yes to our plan if you didn’t know what it was? That seems a little–”


“Bold,” Violet interrupted.


Understanding that he was likely making a fool of himself by just standing frozen in place like some awkward panda youngster, Quin stepped forward. “I said in the article that I was open to trying out new things… and this Lucky Pierre thing is new to me, so I’m open to try.” The couple shared a bemused look, Quin not able to read their reaction.


“Please speak up if you ever feel uncomfortable, that’s all we ask,” Karl demanded, that sort old and wise of his sending a shiver down his spine and straight into his dick.


*****


“What a beast.”


“Hope I’m not too big.” 


The cutest laugh he’d heard all year exited her muzzle, Violet waving a dismissive paw at his statement. “Oh young pup, you might be big, but don't forget we’re dire wolves.” She stroked him from tip to base, her other paw fondling his prey nuts. “My husband is bigger than you.”


As if summoning him by proclaiming him hung alone, Karl appeared in the doorway, in his grasp a bottle of what Quin could only assume was lube and an old looking phone. His eyes however quickly drifted further down, mouth watering just a little as his own manhood was outclassed, the knot and heavy balls standing out in particular. 


“Before we get ahead of ourselves we better show you what a lucky Pierre is.” 


Yep, Quin's mouth was now full on watering as he realised just what the lube was for, mind going into overdrive as he spotted the unicorn mark on the side of the bottle. Karl wasn’t just gonna knock on his backdoor, that was the most expensive lube ever right there, he was planning to knot the panda and go balls deep into his virgin behind.


“Focus on her for the time being, I’ll prepare your butt while you get comfortable,” Karl chuckled, unable to take Quin’s goofy face seriously. 


“You heard the boss,,” Violet joked, resisting her temptation to join in on the fun for a second before going full kinky on the young stud. “That’s it, line up your bitch breaker with my little innocent wolf pussy.” 


“Oh my god… You feel so g–AH!” A cold sensation filled the space between his buttcheeks, Karl without grace pouring a generous amount of the lube onto his unsuspecting tailhole. “Gee, warn me next time!” His words were met by sweet laughter, as Violet squeezed her pussy tight and pulled him closer, sheathing the rest of him.


“There, that’s one part of the Lucky Pierre done, now for the next part.” The glint in her eyes from when she whispered hungrily into his ears was back, clawed paws reaching back to spread his white and black buns apart until his forbidden entrance was fully exposed.


“Relax pup, this might sting a bit even with the unicorn lube.”


“I’m 25, so not a— OH? Ohhhh, fuck!” The tip of his red rocket slipped inside, the tightness and pain he’d expected seemingly melding into bliss. Fullness swept his mind as Karl went deeper and deeper, until his knot rested itself against his gate.


“You're only a little older than our cubs, so you're a pup to us,” Karl growled into his ear. The sound, and weight behind it sent a shiver down Quin's spine, a very pleasant one. He wasn't sure what to respond, so he just nodded.


“Good pup.”


Quin felt his cheeks blush, but he’d decided to go for an older couple, and as he got used to the cock in his ass, and the wonderful pussy squeezing his own, he had zero regrets.


But he still had his pride. With a grunt of effort he pushed his hips forward, sinking himself deeper into Violet. The grunt turned into a blissful moan as he was stimulated at both ends. He was well experienced with the feeling of pussy, and Violet had a great one, and the new experience of anal was novel, but just as delightful.


His attempt at dominance was short lived though as Karl wrapped a muscular arm around Quin's chest and pulled him back, slamming their hips together and Impaling the slender panda on his cock once more.


“Not so fast pup!” he growled again, letting one of his claws trail down Quin's side, making the panda squirm as he felt trapped in the older male's iron grip. “I'm the one who's going to be fucking my wife!”


Quin was confused, though one look at Violet's reassuring smile told him that he hadn't overstepped, this was just roleplaying, probably.


“I'm sorr-” he began, but Karl silenced him with a thrust of his hips, sending the massive beast inside him even deeper, stopped only by the knot bouncing against Quin's entrance.


“Don't apologize, pup.” Karl's growl was now more of a purr as his paw continued to roam across Quin's body, the grip around his chest relaxing. “You might get a chance to do that later, Vi definitely seems up for it.”


The female gave a hungry grin and nodded her approval.


“But that isn't why we called you over,” Karl continued. “We called you over to help me fuck her. To be our cute go-between, our Lucky Pierre.” A penny dropped across Quin's vision as he finally understood what they had asked for. It was this, him being sandwiched between them, an extension of Karl's cock and Violet's pussy.


“I'm at your service,” he declared, happy to finally know what he was in for, and that it was going to be something he had already looked forward to.


“Good,” Karl purred. His paws stopped their exploration of Quin's body and returned to his hips, taking a steady grip. “I’m going to knot you now,” he warned. “If it's too painful for you, let me know, otherwise I feel I have waited far too long to ravage both your holes.


Quin could do nothing but shiver and nod, an agreeing whimper escaping his lips. He trusted Karl, and relaxed.


“Oooooooooh!” The moan escaped Quin's lips as his ass was stretched far beyond what he had believed it capable of. There was no pain, though it took him several breaths to adapt to the size. Big as Karl's cock had been, it was dwarfed by the knot that followed. “Ffffuuuck me!” he bellowed.


“That's the idea,” Karl said, and began thrusting.


Quin felt like a puppet attached to the larger male as his cock slid deep into Violet's pussy, drawing excited moans from the female. “Yes, finally!” she gasped.


Her husband let out a growl of agreement as he began to pound away, his knot keeping his cock firmly lodged in the panda as they used him like their loving sex toy.


The younger male was overwhelmed, it was pure pleasure, and he had no control at all. These beasts were taking him for a ride, and he was enjoying being their plaything. There was only one problem. “I-I'm getting close!” he warned, not wanting the fun to end so soon.


“I don't care!” Karl growled, not slowing down in the slightest. “Cream inside her as much as you like, just make sure to stay hard, because I'm far from finished with you two.”


“Good!” Violet purred. “Fill me up, and then let my husband show his true stamina!”


With their blessing, Quin relaxed once more as he felt the orgasm rip through his body. His balls twitched as they were finally given permission to release the pent-up load they'd been saving ever since he was contacted by this couple. The sensation traveled through his manhood, his cock also beginning to twitch and spurt inside the eager bitchood as Violet tried to milk him for all he was worth.


True to his promise, Karl didn't slow down and Quin nearly passed out as his spurting cock was driven in and out of Violet as he filled her up. Globs of his seed spilling onto the sheets as his extremely sensitive head was stimulated raw against her velvety insides.


“Nnniiice,” she purred. “You cum almost as much as my husband!”


As if on cue, Quin felt the cock impaling him twitch and throb as the bitch and the stud came together. His tired lips let out a long moan as he experienced the couple's climax from both ends. Violet's pussy milked the last few drops from him as Karl filled him up with a fresh load, both of them howling out their orgasms like feral beasts.


It was a perfect moment, stretching on for what felt like several minutes, until the trio eventually collapsed, cuddling each other in the post orgasm bliss.


“So, Quin…” Violet asked as their breath returned to normal, a very satisfied grin on her muzzle. “Was it as good for you as it was for us?”


He looked down at her grinning face and returned one of his own. “Yeah,” he said, then added: “It was amazing.” He felt the knot inside him twitch as Karl let out a satisfied chuckle.


“Does that mean you're open to do this again?”


Quin looked between their warm grins, even if he had to twist and swivel on the knot inside him to meet Karl's eyes and nodded. “I'd very much like to.’


FIN 






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