Jaquin Play
 
 
Mateo paced nervously, his human form replaced by the sleek fur and sharp claws of a jaquin - a magical winged creature mix of jaguar macaw. He had transformed into thanks to a potion he brew years ago, he had given his last bottle to Elena as a gift but he didn't realize he had one left and thanks to a dream he had just yesterday, he decided to ask his animal guardian and to his surprise the answer wasn't exactly what the young mage could expect.
 
 
 
He knew the risks, but the potential rewards were too great to ignore... Plus a personal dream will likely become reachable.
 
As the moon began to rise, casting a silver glow through the castle windows, the decision was made. He would summon the fox spirit, Zuzo. The room fell silent, anticipation thick in the air as Mateo chanted the spell, kind of surprised that even in his Jaquin form, he was able to perform magic.
The looked over the pile of books next to the bookcase "Arrg            Certainly I am not going to
organize that in Jaquin form now" Mateo thought as performing the ritual spell for summoning one's chanul. Just this time, when the blue mist dispersed, it revealed Elena's animal spirit, hers being a mid-size fox, as all spirits, he gives away a blue cyan aura too.
 
The ethereal creature landed on the center of the table, turning around himself, stretching his legs as if just waking up. His stripes are located all along his body.
 
"Oh, I was expecting to see Mateo or Elena, but she is in her throne now and my stripes aren't shinning so all is fine  who are you anyway?" Zuzo asked the 'Jaquin' in Mateo's
studio.
"Well I " Mateo's paws trembled a bit, kind of signaling his insecurity.
"You just can't tell me you summoned me" As spirits, chanul are invisible to humans, including their own human counterparts. They are capable of disappearing and reappearing wherever they please. The only beings capable of seeing chanul are the wizards like Mateo that summon them or humans imbued with special magic like Elena.
 
Zuzo jumped from the table, clearly becoming tangible, Mateo's eyes glue to the fox's
 
moves.
 
 
 
(Weeks ago  )
Mateo was in his personal studio, searching around his bookcase, looking for an specific book. As soon as he finds it, he looked at the pile of discarded books he just piled next to the bookcase.
"I will organize them later  " He though while opening the book and looking for the page
he was after "GOT IT!"
Then, holding the book, the young wizard got close to a table where he chanted the spell as a blue mist come across the table to eventually materialized into an ethereal form of a chanul, a spirit animal that acts as guide to certain people, it was a believe that every person has one on the other side of the life, aka the Spirit Realm. And Mateo could freely summon either his own or other's as soon as it was a valid reason to chat to it.
 
And the young wizard certainly got one....
 
 
As soon as the blue mist got clearer, it revealed Mateo's own chanul, in form of a sloth, giving away the spirit's characteristic cyan-blue aura glow around them and displaying some darker blue stripes on a part of their bodies. In this case, on its leg.
 
"Mateo!" The sloth greeted happily while tumbling around a bit "Long time no see" "Nice to see you too Cacahuate" Mateo greet back "Can I ask for advice form you?"
"Of course, its my job after all                what on your book-filled head? By the way you need to
tide up the place a bit"
"Yeah...." Mateo clears his throat "Its something I thing you can help me with          " The yougn
got closer to whisper something into the sloth's ethereal but now tangible/physical ear. "Ok           I must admit that's clever, kind of dangerous but possible anyway, in fact I think it
would be hilarious to see"
 
 
(Actual )
Mateo, the newly transformed Jaquin, couldn’t help but let his eyes roam over the male fox’s body. The creature was stunningly beautiful, with fur that shimmered like a gem in the candlelight and piercing eyes that seemed to bore into Mateo’s very soul. The heat grew within him, a primal and intense desire that was as new as the fur that now covered his
 
skin.
 
 
He took a look at the letter he wrote before he decided to turn himself into a Jaquin, giving an excuse to disappear from the palace for at least two months... maybe more...
 
The fox spirit's form was sleek and alluring, with a tail that twitched teasingly as he watched the male Jaquin who seem to be a friend of Mateo. His eyes narrowed slightly, a silent challenge that sent a shiver down his spine. Mateo took a step closer, his paws barely touching the floor. He could smell Zuzo's scent now, wild and untamed filling the chamber. The ache within him grew stronger, a primal urge that was impossible to resist. He knew what he had to do.
 
Just hope Zuzo knew it too....
 
 
With a low growl, Mateo closed the distance between them, his body tensing. He could feel the warmth radiating from him, and his own body responded instinctively. The room spun around him as his vision tunneled to the spot where their bodies would soon connect.
 
Their gazes locked, and for a heartbeat, the world held its breath. Then, with a swift movement, Mateo mounted him, his new body moving with a grace that surprised even him. His eyes flashed with a mix of surprise and excitement, and he didn't resist as he positioned himself. The fox spirit's muscles tensed underneath him, and he let out a soft whine that was music to his ears.
 
As he thrust into, the sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt as a human, just more intense, more raw. The walls of the chamber seemed to shake with their passionate union, and the air was filled with the sounds of their panting breaths.
Zuzo, the fox spirit, watched him with a knowing smile, his tail swishing gently from side to side. There was a coyness to his movements that was both infuriating and alluring. It was as if he could see the turmoil of emotions and desires within Mateo and was enjoying every moment of it.
Mateo took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He knew what he had to do—what he wanted to do. The fox spirit’s form was mesmerizing, and the thought of feeling his body against his own sent shivers down his spine. He stepped closer, his paws barely making a sound on the cold stone floor.
 
With a grace that belied his new form, Mateo lowered himself to the ground, his tail arching high in the air. He leaned in, his nose brushing against the fox’s neck, taking in his scent. It was a declaration of intent, a silent promise of passion and pleasure.
 
Zuzo’s eyes half-closed in pleasure, and he leaned into the touch, his breath hot against Mateo’s fur. The air grew thicker, and the room seemed to shrink around them. The tension was unbearable, a tight coil ready to spring at any moment. The fox spirit’s body language was clear he was willing, eager even.
Mateo felt his now animal instincts take over, his body moving almost of its own accord. He took a step back, his muscles coiling like a spring, and with a sudden burst of energy, he leaped into the air. He spun around, his tail trailing behind him like a ribbon of fire, and landed gracefully, his paws planted firmly on the ground. The display was not just for show; it was a declaration of his readiness, a promise of what was to come.
 
The jaquin’s movements were fluid, almost mesmerizing, as he circled around the fox, each wing-flap calculated to entice and provoke. The air was heavy with pheromones, a potent cocktail that spoke of mating rituals and primal urges. As he moved closer, his fur brushed against the fox’s, sending sparks of excitement through them both.
 
Zuzo’s smile grew wider, his teeth flashing in the candlelight. He took a step closer, and Mateo could feel the heat of his body.
Their mating was not going to be gentle it was going to be raw and primal. The urge to dominate was strong, but so was the need to submit to the will of the spirit. As the tension reached its peak, Mateo knew that there was no turning back. He was going to take what he wanted, and he was going to do it with all the passion and fierceness of his new form.
 
Zuzo’s tail swished in excitement, the tip brushing against Mateo’s erection. It was a silent invitation, and one that he accepted without hesitation. With a low growl that rumbled through his chest, he pushed the fox onto his back, his paws pinning him down firmly.
 
Mateo’s body moving with a confidence that surprised him. Doing a graceful loop, his body curving like a dancer’s. It was a show of agility and strength, a silent challenge to the fox spirit to acknowledge his readiness.
The fox’s smile widened, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He spun away, his tail flicking teasingly as he dashed across the room. Mateo’s eyes followed, his gaze lingering on the enticing sway of the fox’s hips.
 
Their bodies melded together, the spirit's now tangible/physical. His fur and flesh blending in a symphony. The fox’s tail wrapped around Mateo’s neck, pulling him closer, as he felt the heat of the spirit’s body pressing against his own. The fox’s scent grew stronger, driving him wild with need.
 
Mateo’s hind legs shifted, his cock seeking its target. The fox arched his back, presenting himself in a way that left no doubt as to his willingness. The tip of the Jaquin’s cock brushed against the tight ring of muscle, and he felt the fox spirit’s body quiver in response.
 
The moment of truth was upon them. Mateo took a deep breath, his heart pounding as he prepared to claim what his dream demand. He pushed, feeling the resistance give way as he entered the fox spirit’s warmth. A guttural sound of pleasure tore from his throat as their bodies connected in a way that defied description.
 
The fox spirit darted around a corner, and Mateo followed, his heart racing in his chest as he followed in hot pursuit.
Zuzo’s eyes never left his, the challenge in them now replaced with something else, either it was surrender or acceptation. The fox’s body was tight, a perfect fit for the jaquin’s thick member. As Mateo began to thrust, he felt the fox’s muscles clench around him, drawing him in deeper.
 
Zuzo’s breaths came in short, sharp pants, and his eyes rolled back in his head. It was clear that Mateo’s dominance was not unwelcome.
 
Their movements grew more frantic, the air thick with the musk of arousal. The stone walls echoed with their grunts and growls, the very earth seeming to tremble beneath their paws.
Mateo’s hind legs pushed hard against the floor, driving him deeper into the spirit with each thrust. His claws dug into the fox’s shoulders, holding him in place as he claimed him completely. The fox’s tail fluttered wildly, a testament to his excitement.
Zuzo’s legs began to tremble, and Mateo knew he was close. He picked up the pace, driving into him harder and faster. The fox’s eyes snapped open, and he let out a howl that seemed to shake the very foundations of the castle.
 
With a final, powerful thrust, Mateo reached his peak, his seed spilling into the spirit’s body in a hot rush. The fox spirit’s muscles clamped down around him, milking every last drop, and the two of them remained locked together for a moment, panting and trembling with the aftershocks of their shared climax.
 
Slowly, Mateo pulled away, his cock slipping out with an obscene wet sound. He stepped back, watching as the fox slumped to the floor, panting and spent. There was a look of contentment on his face that made Mateo’s chest swell with pride.
 
But the night was not over yet...
 
 
Zuzo’s eyes gleamed with something new a fierce hunger that had not been there before. He pushed himself up, his legs trembling with the effort. With surprising strength, the fox turned, and now positioning himself behind the jaquin.
Mateo felt the fox’s hot breath on his neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. A shiver of excitement ran down his spine, and he knew what was coming next. He had never been with a creature like this before, but his body knew what to do, knew how to respond. He lowered his hind end, presenting himself to the fox in a show of submission and desire.
 
The fox’s canine cock, sheathed and slick with his own juices, slammed into Mateo without warning. He yowled in shock and pleasure, his body tightening around the invading length. The fox wasted no time in establishing his dominance, his hips moving rapidly into him with a ferocity that was both thrilling and overwhelming.
 
Mateo’s eyes rolled back in his head as he felt himself being filled over and over again. The fox’s claws dug into his sides, leaving trails of pain that only served to heighten the sensation. He pushed back, meeting every thrust with his own, urging the spirit to go deeper, faster.
Zuzo’s eyes glinted with mischief as he got up on all fours, his tail swishing from side to side in a display of renewed vigor. He approached Mateo, his movements fluid and graceful. The fox spirit whispered something in a language that was ancient and filled with secrets, and Mateo felt a thrill run through him as he understood the words.
 
“What a nice feline you are,” the fox spirit purred, his eyes gleaming with amusement. Zuzo’s hindquarters began to thrust, his cock seeking entrance into the feline’s tight hole.
 
Mateo’s body responded instinctively, his tail lifting to allow the fox spirit better access. He felt the head of the spirit’s cock breach him, the sensation both foreign and exhilarating.
 
The fox spirit began to move, his hips jerking with surprising force. Mateo’s body was pushed forward, his front paws digging into the cold stone as he was taken from behind. The pleasure was intense, a sharp contrast to the gentle union they had shared moments ago.
Zuzo’s grip tightened, his teeth sinking gently into the back of Mateo’s neck. It was a possessive move, one that sent shivers down the feline’s spine. The fox’s movements grew more urgent, his hips slamming into Mateo with a force that was both painful and exhilarating.
 
Mateo’s own hind legs began to move in tandem with the fox’s, pushing back to meet each thrust. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a raw and primal symphony that seemed to resonate with the very essence of their beings.
 
The fox spirit’s breath was hot against his ear, his voice a low growl as he whispered words of power and lust. Mateo’s body responded in kind, his muscles tensing and releasing in time with the spirit’s movements.
Zuzo’s tail thumped the ground lazily, and he looked up at the jaquin with a twinkle in his eye. “That was quite the performance, my dear,” he said, his voice a low, throaty purr.
 
Mateo couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’ve never felt anything quite like that before         this place
is cozy but It would be better if we go to someplace more natural” "Hmmm there is a forest nearby, we could go there              "
"Good idea, after you " Zuzo said after Mateo fly out the door to then out the window to
the forest, Zuzo running below him close by.
 
 
The forest was alive with the sounds of nocturnal creatures, their calls and cries a symphony that filled the air. The moon cast a silver glow through the trees, bathing everything in a soft, ethereal light. The air was cool and clean, a stark contrast to the stuffy, incense-laden chambers of the castle.
 
Zuzo stopped at a small clearing, his tail swishing in excitement. “Here, we can truly run free,” he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
 
But just as they were about to start another mating session, a faint sound reached their ears. It was a moan, low and mournful, echoing through the trees. It was not the cry of a creature in pain but the sound of someone or something in the throes of ecstasy.
 
Curiosity piqued, they approached the source of the noise cautiously. Peering through the dense foliage, they spotted another figure, a male jaquin with his back arched, paws moving rhythmically over his own cock.
 
It was Skylar, a fellow guardian. His eyes were closed, lost in his own world, oblivious to their presence. His fur was ruffled, his breathing ragged, and it was clear he had no idea he had an audience.
Mateo felt a strange mix of emotions, arousal, certainly, but also a sudden sense of camaraderie. He recognized the need in Skylar’s eyes, the same need that had driven him to seek out the fox spirit.
 
Without a word, he stepped forward, his own cock standing proud once more. Skylar’s eyes snapped open in surprise, and for a moment, there was a flash of embarrassment. But it was quickly replaced by something else, deeper desire.
 
The two male jaquins stared at each other for a heartbeat, understanding passing between them without a word spoken. This was not a challenge but an invitation.
 
Zuzo, ever the trickster, took a step back, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Ah, it seems we have another player in our game,” he said, his voice a low, seductive purr.
 
Skylar’s gaze flicked to the fox spirit and then back to Mateo. He licked his lips, his eyes darkening with need. With a nod, he turned, presenting himself to Mateo, his tail lifting in submission.
Mateo’s cock was already hard again at the sight of his 'fellow', and he approached with a sense of excitement that was new and thrilling. He hadn’t anticipated this turn of events, but he was not about to pass up the opportunity.
With a gentle nudge, he pushed against Skylar’s hips, urging him to move into a more suitable position. The male jaquin complied, his legs spreading wider, his paws digging into the soft earth of the forest floor. The sound of leaves crunching and fur brushing together was a delicious symphony of anticipation.
 
Mateo positioned himself, the tip of his cock nudging against the tight opening that was already glistening with Skylar’s excitement. He watched the play of emotions across the other jaquin’s face desire, apprehension, and a hint of challenge. He knew this was a moment neither of them would forget.
 
With a deep breath, he pushed forward, feeling the heat and tightness of Skylar’s body as he entered him, his dick slipped in with easy, proving that Skylar was having 'fun' before they get there. The male guardian let out a low growl of pleasure that was echoed by the fox spirit’s chuckle. The three of them were locked in a dance as old as the forest itself, an act of lust and power.
Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, their cries of pleasure blending with the night sounds. The fox spirit watched with rapt attention, his tail swishing in time with their rhythm. The sight of two such powerful creatures joined in passion was an erotic spectacle that fueled his own desire.
 
The scent of arousal grew stronger, a potent aphrodisiac that seemed to fill the very air around them. The forest itself seemed to pulse with life, drawn in by their mating. The trees leaned closer, their branches swaying as if to encourage the lovers on.
As Mateo’s thrusts grew more urgent, Skylar reached back, his paws digging into the dirt, his eyes never leaving Mateo’s. There was something primal in that look, something that spoke of a bond that went beyond friendship or duty.
 
Zuzo’s eyes gleamed, his own arousal growing with every passing second. He knew when to observe and when to participate, and the moment was ripe for the latter. He stepped closer, his own cock now fully erect, the tip glistening with precum.
 
Without breaking their rhythm, Mateo leaned down, his tongue flicking out to taste the fox spirit’s arousal. The salty sweetness of it only served to drive him higher, his hips pumping harder and faster. Skylar’s whimpers grew louder, his body trembling with each impact.
 
Zuzo smiled, he always thought Jaquins were sexy kitties, as he leaned in, his breath warm against Mateo’s ear. “Take him, my pet. Claim him as yours, as I have claimed you,” he whispered, his voice a sultry promise of more to come.
 
Mateo approached Skylar, his own arousal evident in every step. Skylar, for his part, seemed torn between shock and excitement. But when Mateo leaned in, his teeth grazing the other jaquin’s ear, the decision was made. With a whimper, Skylar rolled onto his back, exposing his feline ass and exposed dick the night air.
 
Mateo’s cock twitched in anticipation as he took in the sight before him. He could see the desire in Skylar’s eyes, the need that mirrored his own. It was a heady feeling, to know that he could give this pleasure, to take what he wanted.
With a grace that seemed almost unreal, Mateo mounted Skylar, his cock sliding into the other male without hesitation. The two of them moved together, a pile of fur and claws and teeth. The fox watched them with a knowing smile, his own arousal clear in the way his tail twitched back and forth.
Skylar’s paws scraped at the ground, his body arching to meet Mateo’s every thrust. The fox spirit’s eyes never left them, his gaze a silent encouragement to take things further.
And so, as they moved together, Mateo reached out with his tail, brushing it against Skylar’s protruding cock.
 
The male jaquin’s eyes widened in pleasure, his body jerking at the unexpected touch. He looked to the fox, who nodded his approval, a mischievous spark in his eyes. With newfound confidence, Mateo began to stroke Skylar’s cock in time with his thrusts, feeling the other male’s muscles tighten around him.
 
Their movements grew more frenzied, the sounds of skin on fur and the wet slap of their coupling filling the air. The forest itself seemed to hold its breath, watching the trio with a silent, hungry gaze.
And as they reached their peak, all three of them coming together in a symphony of pleasure, they knew that this was only the beginning.
 
Skylar’s eyes rolled back in his head, his breaths coming in ragged pants as Mateo’s cock plunged into him again and again. The feeling of the fox spirit’s tail brushing against his body was like a caress from an unseen lover, adding to the sensory overload.
 
“Good kitty,” purred Zuzo, his eyes glinting with amusement and lust. He watched intently, his tail swishing faster as the two jaquins approached their climax. His own arousal was clear, his cock standing proud and glistening in the moonlight.
 
Mateo’s strokes grew more confident, his body moving in a rhythm that seemed to resonate with the very earth beneath them. He could feel Skylar’s orgasm building, the male’s body tensing and quivering with each thrust. With a final, powerful stroke, Mateo reached his peak, his seed spurting deep inside Skylar as the other male let out a strangled cry, his cock moving under the fox’s gentle ministrations.
 
The clearing was filled with the scent of their mating, a potent musk that seemed to make the very air thick with lust. They collapsed together, a tangle of fur and limbs, panting and spent.
Zuzo stepped closer, his tail still moving in that slow, hypnotic pattern. He reached out, his paws deftly tracing lines along Skylar’s flank, the touch light and teasing. The male jacin shivered, his eyes slitting open to watch the fox spirit with a mix of desire and curiosity.
Zuzo’s paws continued to roam over Skylar’s body, now tracing patterns on his exposed stomach. His touch was feather-light, yet it sent shivers through Skylar’s fur. Meanwhile, Mateo had shifted into a missionary position, his cock buried deep inside Skylar, his eyes gleaming with a newfound sense of dominance.
 
Zuzo’s paws wandered over Skylar’s body, tracing the contours of his muscles with a gentle yet insistent touch. The fox spirit’s movements grew more deliberate as he reached Skylar’s belly, his claws lightly raking the soft fur. Skylar’s breath hitched, his body responding to the sensation with a shiver that ran from his nose to the tip of his tail.
Mateo’s paws gripped Skylar’s hips, holding him in place as he claimed him, their bodies moving in a dance that was as ancient as the stars above. The fox’s touch grew more possessive, his claws digging in slightly, a silent reminder of the power dynamics at play.
 
Mateo took his place over Skylar, his cock once again slick with need as he positioned himself to enter the male jaquin’s willing body. The fox spirit’s touch grew bolder, his paws roaming over Skylar’s exposed stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
Skylar moaned softly, his eyes never leaving Mateo’s, a silent plea for more.
The sensation was exquisite, a mix of pleasure and pain that seemed to sharpen his senses even further. The fox’s tail continued its hypnotic dance, teasing and tickling Skylar’s cock, keeping him on the edge of orgasm.
Zuzo’s paws continued to roam over Skylar’s body, his touch gentle yet commanding. He traced the lines of his abs with a knowing smile, his claws scraping lightly against the soft fur, eliciting a whine of pleasure from the male feline. Skylar’s legs were spread wide, his body open and vulnerable to Mateo’s powerful thrusts.
 
Mateo’s eyes were alight with a fierce possessiveness as he claimed Skylar, his hips bouncing in a steady rhythm that spoke of his dominance. The fox spirit’s touch was a heady mix of pain and pleasure, a reminder that they were all bound by the same instinctual need.
 
Skylar’s moans grew louder as Mateo’s cock plunged into him, the sensation of fullness and submission overwhelming. His paws clutched at the grass, his body writhing beneath the other two, lost in the intensity of the moment. The mere thought of being fucked sent a thrill through him that was almost too much to bear.
 
But it was the look in Mateo’s eyes that truly sealed his fate. There was something primal, something irresistible in the way the jaquin stared down at him, his own eyes glazed with desire. Skylar knew, without a doubt, that he was being satisfied as well.
 
Skylar whimpered, his body trembling as Mateo’s cock slammed into him, filling him completely. He felt the fox’s paws, softer than any he’d ever felt before, caressing his belly,
With a growl of triumph, Mateo slammed into Skylar, his hips moving with a ferocity that was both thrilling and terrifying. The male jaquin’s eyes widened, a cry torn from his throat as he was filled once more. The fox spirit’s touch grew more insistent, his claws digging into Skylar’s flesh as he watched the rapture play out before him.
 
The sight of Skylar’s submission was thrilling, a reminder of his own encounter with the fox spirit. He knew that he too could lose himself in the heat of the moment, becoming a small kitty.
 
Zuzo leaned down, his teeth grazing the tender skin of Skylar’s neck. The male jacin trembled, his eyes closing in anticipation. With a quick snap, the fox spirit bit down, marking him as his own. A sharp cry of pleasure pierced the night, and Mateo could see the bite marks already forming, a visible sign of their union.
The three of them continued, their bodies moving in motion as they give themselves to pleasure. The fox’s touch grew more insistent, his paws pushing Skylar’s legs apart. The male jaquin whimpered, his body shaking with desire, as he offered himself up to be claimed once more.
 
Mateo took his place beside them, his tail swishing with excitement. He knew that he was part of this trio now, that his fate was tied to theirs in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying. As the fox spirit’s cock slid into Skylar’s waiting hole, Mateo leaned in, his tongue tracing a path along the other male’s jaw, tasting the salt of his sweat.
 
Mateo, fueled by the raw instincts of his jaquin form, plunged into Skylar once more, his hips moving in a wild, erratic rhythm. Skylar’s moans grew louder, his body arching in pleasure with every thrust. The fox, ever the master of guidance, climbed onto the male jaquin’s back, his lithe body straddling Skylar’s shoulders.
 
“Good kitty,” he whispered in Skylar’s ear, his hot breath sending shivers down the male’s spine. “Good pet,” he cooed, nipping at the soft fur around Skylar’s neck. The words were like a spell, reducing Skylar to a quivering mess beneath them.
 
Zuzo’s tail wrapped around Skylar’s throat, a gentle yet firm reminder of his place. He leaned down, capturing Skylar’s mouth in a deep, demanding kiss that left the male panting for air. His tongue danced with Skylar’s, a tease of what was to come. The taste of the fox spirit was unlike anything Skylar had ever experienced it was like tasting the essence of the forest itself, it made sense as Zuzo's guide nature.
Mateo’s thrusts grew more forceful, his body moving with the instinctual need of an animal in heat. He could feel Skylar’s muscles clenching around him, the male’s paws digging into the soft earth as he was claimed over and over again. The sound of their mating filled the clearing.
 
His hips continued to buck against Skylar’s, the two of them locked in a feral embrace as he filled the male feline with his essence.
With a low growl, Mateo bit down on Skylar’s neck, claiming him as his own. The bite was not hard enough to draw blood, but it was a declaration of dominance, a promise of protection. Skylar’s body quivered with pleasure, and he pushed back against the fox, his muscles relaxing to allow entry.
Skylar’s eyes rolled back in his head, his body shuddering with the force of his own climax. The feel of Mateo’s teeth sinking into his neck was unexpected, but the sensation sent a bolt of pure ecstasy through him. He cried out, his body arching as he spilled his seed between his paws, the warmth of it mixing with the damp earth beneath them.
 
The bite was not one of pain but of possession, a mark that claimed Skylar as Mateo’s in
 
the most primal way possible. And as the pleasure subsided, leaving them both gasping for breath.
Zuzo stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with an inner fire. He reached out with one paw, stroking the side of Skylar’s face with a tenderness that belied his mischievous nature. The male jaquin leaned into the touch, his eyes fluttering closed as he basked in the warmth of the fox’s affection.
 
Mateo’s cock throbbed as he pulled out of Skylar, the sensation of emptiness briefly overwhelming before it was replaced by a renewed need. He watched as the fox spirit stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Without a word, he positioned himself behind the male jaquin, his cock nudging against the tight opening that had so recently been filled by Mateo.
 
Zuzo’s cock slid in with surprising ease, a testament to the male jacin’s readiness. The fox spirit began to move, his hips rocking in a steady rhythm that had Skylar moaning and writhing beneath them. Mateo’s teeth remained clamped down, feeling the pulse of Skylar’s blood beneath the skin, his own orgasm still resonating through his body.
 
With a final, powerful thrust, Skylar came again, his body shaking with the intensity of his release. The fox spirit followed suit, his seed joining Mateo’s deep inside the male jacin. They remained connected for a moment longer, their breaths mingling in the cool night air.
 
Then, with a final chuckle, Zuzo pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined fluids. He stepped back, his eyes never leaving the two males as they lay tangled together, panting and exhausted. “You both are quite delightful,” he said, his voice a purr of satisfaction.
 
Mateo released his bite, his tongue flicking out to lick the small wound. Skylar shivered, his eyes opening to look up at him. There was something in that gaze that spoke of more than just physical pleasure.
 
Mateo watched as the fox spirit claimed Skylar with a ferocity that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Skylar’s cries grew louder, his body tightening around the fox spirit’s cock as he approached his climax. It was clear that the fox knew exactly what he was doing, his movements precise and demanding. The male jacin’s eyes were squeezed shut, his face a mask of pleasure and pain as he was filled to the brim.
 
Pulling out, Zuzo looked down at Skylar with a smug expression, his eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and mischief. “Good job, my dear,” he purred, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Surely this kitty is pregnant with our seed inside him now.”
 
Mateo’s eyes widened in shock at the fox’s words, his mind racing. It was true that they were all males, but the spirit’s confidence was un-shakeable. The very idea of it was absurd, yet the magic they had all experienced was unlike anything they had ever known. Was it truly possible for such a thing to happen?
 
Skylar, still panting from the intensity of his climax, opened his eyes to look at the fox spirit with a mix of awe and skepticism.
 
Zuzo’s eyes gleamed with excitement as he stepped back, watching the two felines with a predatory gaze. “Good job, my dears,” he said, his voice low and sultry.
 
Mateo’s heart raced as the fox spirit approached, his cock standing tall once more. He knew what was about to happen, and the anticipation was almost too much to bear. As if reading his thoughts, the fox spirit leaned in close, whispering in his ear, “Now, I will fuck you, Mateo, while you also fuck Skylar again. Let us ascend to new heights of pleasure and unity.”
As Mateo thrust into Skylar, the fox spirit’s cock filled him from behind, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity Skylar’s willing body, he felt the fox’s cock breach his own, a sensation that was both new and exhilarating. The two spirits moved in perfect harmony, each thrust driving them deeper.
With renewed vigor, Mateo turned to face the Zuzo, his cock standing tall and proud once again. He felt a primal urge to claim Skylar in every way possible, to ensure that their primal desire was well satisfied.
 
Zuzo watched them both, his eyes gleaming with hunger. He approached, his glowing cock a beacon in the night. Without a word, he positioned himself behind Mateo, his fur brushing against the jaquin’s as he pushed inside. The feeling was overwhelming, the sensation of being filled by the fox spirit’s cock while simultaneously claiming Skylar’s body beneath him.
 
As they reached their climax, all three of them tumbled to the ground, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. The clearing was thick with the scent of their mating, a heady perfume that seemed to cling to their fur and skin.
Skylar lay on his side, his belly visibly distended, a soft moan escaping his lips as he tried to process the sensations. The mark on his neck, where Mateo had bitten him, burned with a gentle warmth. It was a reminder of their bond, a symbol of the power that now flowed between them.
 
Zuzo, the fox spirit, stepped back, his own cock still hard and gleaming with the evidence of their union. He looked down at Skylar with a knowing smile, his eyes filled with a strange mix of affection and calculation. “He is still young, but he will be fine,” he murmured.
 
Mateo watched with a fierce protectiveness as the fox spirit spoke. The idea that Skylar could be harmed was unbearable, but he knew that Zuzo’s words were true.
 
As they finally pulled apart, Skylar collapsed onto the ground, his legs giving out beneath him. His belly bulged obscenely, a testament to the seed that had been planted within him. The mark on his neck burned like a brand, a reminder of his submission and fun.
 
Zuzo stepped back, his fur glowing with a fiery light. He looked down at Skylar with a mix of pride and concern. “He is still young,” he murmured again, his voice a low purr, this time dealing pearl of wisdom “I hope when the time comes for him to deliver, he does not die from the strain of carrying our young.”
 
The reality of their union settled over them like a warm, heavy blanket. The possibility of Skylar bearing their offspring was both thrilling and terrifying. Yet, as they looked into each other’s eyes, they knew that they would face whatever came next together.
 
Mateo licked at the mark on Skylar’s neck, a gesture of comfort and ownership. Skylar whimpered, his body still sensitive from the intense mating. He felt vulnerable and exposed, but also loved.
They lay there for a few moments, the only sound their heavy breathing. The forest around them had gone quiet, as if it too was watching the unfolding drama with bated breath. The night air was thick with the scent of their desire, a heady perfume that seemed to hang in the air like mist.
 
"So, Skylar is pregnant with your of mine?" Mateo asked Zuzo while rubbing Skylar's belly "I could be a perfect guide but I don't have all the answers either  "
 
A rustle of leaves and a flash of gold caught their attention. A second jaquin, Cruz, came bounding into the clearing, his eyes wide with shock. “Ok, Skylar, I’m ready  what in the
name of the ancients is going on here?” His voice was a mix of confusion and excitement, his eyes darting from Mateo to Skylar and finally landing on the fox, who was watching the scene with a knowing smirk.
 
Cruz took in the sight before him: Skylar, his fur matted with cum and sweat, his legs still spread in a display of submission; Mateo, his own cock still hard and gleaming, standing over the other male; and the mysterious fox spirit, whose glowing fur seemed to pulse with power.
For a moment, no one spoke. Then, Skylar pushed himself up onto his elbows, a dazed look on his face. “It’s                it’s nothing,” he stuttered, his cheeks flushing a darker shade of
pink.
 
 
Mateo looked up at his friend, a smug grin spreading across his muzzle. “We were just... playing a game, weren’t we, Skylar?”
 
The blue-dotted jaquin nodded weakly, his body still trembling from the intensity of their mating.
 
Zuzo stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Ah, but it’s no ordinary game, my dear Cruz. It’s a game of power and passion, a dance of the spirits that few are ever lucky enough to experience.”
 
Cruz’s eyes narrowed, his curiosity piqued. Secretly he and Skylar would meet here to relieve together while support each other's lust desires. But as he looked at the two males before him, their bodies still entwined in the aftermath of their union, he couldn’t help but feel a spark of jealousy.
 
He took a tentative step closer, his own cock beginning to thicken at the sight. The fox spirit’s eyes flicked to him, and he felt a sudden heat in his veins, a desire so strong it was almost painful.
 
“Would you like to play, too, my little warrior?” purred Zuzo, his voice a seductive caress.
 
 
Cruz’s mind raced with possibilities, with thoughts of what it would be like to submit to the fox’s will, to be filled with the same power that had claimed Mateo and Skylar. He took a deep breath, his decision made. “Yes,” he said, his voice firm.
 
Zuzo’s smile grew wider, and he approached the newcomer with the grace of a predator stalking its prey. He circled around Cruz, his tail flicking out to trace the other male’s flanks. The jaquin’s eyes were wide, his breathing shallow, but he made no move to escape.
 
Zuzo’s smile grew, his teeth glinting in the moonlight. “Excellent,” he purred, circling around the newcomer.
Zuzo stopped behind Cruz, his tail brushing against the male jacin’s flank. He leaned in, his hot breath tickling the fur of his ear. “Kneel, warrior,” he whispered, his voice a sultry command.
 
With a shiver of anticipation, Cruz did as he was told. His legs trembled as he lowered himself to the ground.
As Mateo claimed Skylar once more, he watched as the fox spirit’s tongue delved deeper into Cruz’s ass. The male jacin whimpered, his body tightening with each stroke. It was clear that he was unused to such attentions, but the sounds of his pleasure grew louder with each pass.
 
Mateo watched, his own cock growing hard again as he listened to the whimpers of pleasure from Skylar beneath him. He began to thrust once more, his movements punctuated by the wet sounds of their mating. The male jaquin’s eyes were closed, his body trembling with each push, but he made no move to protest or resist. As Mateo continued to pound into Skylar, his movements growing more erratic with every passing moment.
Zuzo’s tail swished with excitement as he licked a path up and down the crevice of Cruz’s ass, his eyes locked on the male’s tight hole. He could feel the other two watching him, their eyes burning into his fur as he worked his magic. With a final, lingering swipe, he pushed his tongue inside, the taste of the male’s arousal making his own cock throb with need.
 
Cruz moaned, his body shivering at the intrusion. It was a sensation unlike anything he had ever experienced, and his mind reeled with the intensity of it. He felt a strange mix of fear and desire, but the latter was quickly winning out.
 
Zuzo pulled away from Cruz, his tongue glistening with saliva. “It seems our little kitty is quite the obedient one,” he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. He stepped aside, gesturing for Mateo to take his place.
 
Mateo didn’t need to be asked twice. He moved behind Skylar, his cock sliding back into the welcoming heat of Skylar’s body. He watched as Zuzo approached, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
“And now, it’s my turn to be claimed,” he said, a seductive smile playing across his muzzle.
 
 
Surprise flickered in the fox spirit’s eyes, quickly replaced by intrigue. He stepped back, his tail swishing with excitement. “So eager, my little warrior?”
 
Without warning, Cruz lunged at the fox, his body a blur of gold fur and power. He tackled the spirit to the ground, the force of his passion surprisingly strong. The fox let out a yelp of surprise, but it was quickly swallowed by a moan as he felt the feline’s cock press against his own tight hole. Their fur mingled as they rolled together, the fox’s lithe body no match for the robust male jaquin’s brute strength. But it was clear that the canine was not truly fighting, his eyes were half-lidded with desire, his cock already hard against Cruz’s fur.
 
Mateo watched with a mix of amazement and lust as Cruz claimed Zuzo that had so thoroughly seduced them both. There was something thrilling about watching the tables turn, about seeing the predator become the prey.
 
With a snarl, Cruz mounted the fox, his hips moving with a primal instinct that seemed almost feral. Zuzo’s eyes rolled back in his head, his body arching in pleasure. It was clear that he enjoyed the rough treatment, his moans growing louder with each powerful thrust.
With a swiftness that defied his bulk, Cruz mounted the fox, his cock sliding into the tight, furry channel with a moan that was part triumph, part pleasure. “I am the alpha here, fox!” he growled, his eyes gleaming with a fierce possessiveness.
 
As the minutes stretched on, the intensity grew too great to be contained. With a roar, Cruz leaped into the air, his powerful legs carrying them both off the ground. The fox’s eyes went wide with shock, but he did not resist. Instead, he wrapped his legs around the male jaquin’s waist, his claws digging into his fur.
Cruz's powerful wings beating the air. The fox followed, his own body and shimmering fur- covered.
Zuzo’s eyes flashed with a mix of surprise and excitement. He had not anticipated this turn of events, but he was not one to back down from a challenge. He bucked his hips up, meeting the male jaquin’s every thrust with an eagerness that seemed to spur Cruz on.
Cruz’s eyes narrowed, his teeth bared in a fierce grin. He had never felt more alive, more in control.
 
Their movements grew more frenzied, their bodies moving as one as they approached the brink of climax. The fox’s eyes rolled back in his head, his cries of pleasure mixing with the male jaquin’s grunts.
And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very earth beneath them, it was over. Cruz’s cock trembled, filling the fox spirit with his seed, marking him as his own. Their bodies remained locked together, the rhythm of their lovemaking unbroken even as they flew.
 
As they reached the apex of their flight, Zuzo’s tail swiped at Cruz’s face, one last ditch action to try to be 'better' than him. The male jaquin growled, his eyes never leaving the fox’s. “Skylar may be submissive, but I am not!” he declared, his voice a mix of challenge and lust. Cruz’s hind legs pumped, his muscles flexing as he held onto his lovers with all his might. His eyes never left the fox spirit’s, a silent challenge passing between them. “I will even made Skylar mine, just for being the king's son doesn't mean he can't be tamed!” he roared, the words torn from his chest, a hint of jealously on it.
 
They soared through the night sky, their bodies still joined, the wind rushing past them in a symphony of sensations. The feeling of weightlessness was exhilarating, a stark contrast to the grounded, earthy passion they had shared just moments before.
With a roar that seemed to shake the very wind from the clouds, Cruz began to fuck the fox with a ferocity that was both mesmerizing and a little frightening to watch. Skylar and Mateo could only stare, their own mating momentarily forgotten as they took in the sight before them.
 
“Is that so?” he purred, his voice a challenge in itself. “And what makes you think you can claim me just as easy as Mateo and I did to Skylar, little warrior?”
 
Cruz growled in response, his hips moving faster, his cock claiming the fox with a fierce passion that was as surprising as it was thrilling. “Because I am stronger than you!” he snarled, each word punctuated by a powerful thrust.
 
Their mating continued in mid-air, the two of them locked together in a passionate embrace that seemed to defy gravity itself. The wind whipped around them, their cries of pleasure lost in the night.
With a snarl, he slammed down hard, his cock burying itself to the hilt in the fox’s body. The sound was like a thunderclap in the quiet night, echoing through the trees.
With a rough, powerful thrust, Cruz claimed the fox’s body, his own climax crashing over him like a wave. The clearing was filled with the sounds of their passion, the air thick with the scent of their arousal.
With more, gasping thrusts, Cruz emptied himself into the Zuzo, his body shaking with the intensity of his orgasm. He pulled out, his cock still hard and glistening with cum. With a final, powerful thrust, Cruz roared his release, his cock pulsing inside the fox spirit. The energy that had built between them seemed to crackle in the air, and the fox’s fur grew even brighter with the influx of power.
 
Zuzo’s body quivered, his eyes rolling back in his head. He had never felt so alive, so claimed. He had underestimated the jacin, but it was clear that he was in the presence of a true alpha.
 
He turned to look at Mateo and Skylar, his eyes gleaming with a newfound hunger.
 
 
Below them, Skylar whimpered with each thrust, his body already pushed to its limits by the night’s events. Yet, as he felt the weight of Mateo’s body pressing down on him, his own cock grew hard again. The pain and pleasure were indistinguishable, a delicious cocktail that made him want to submit even more.
Mateo pulled out of Skylar with a wet pop, the male jaquin’s body trembling from the prolonged use. He licked at the cum that coated his cock, tasting the essence of his lover. Skylar’s eyes fluttered open, his gaze locking onto Mateo’s as he licked his lips and kiss his snout.
 
Mateo’s eyes never left the sight above him, his own movements growing more erratic as he watched his friend take the lead. He could feel his own orgasm building once more, the thought of their newfound invite over the fox spirit his blood boil.
 
Turning to the trembling Skylar, who lay on the ground watching the scene with a mix of fear and excitement, he growled low in his throat. The smaller jaquin looked up at him, his eyes wide and pleading. He knew what was coming, had felt it in the air since the moment he had stumbled upon them.
Mateo’s paws found their way to Skylar’s swollen belly, his touch gentle and possessive. The young jaquin shivered, his thoughts racing with the possibility of what the future held for them.
Mateo stepped aside, watching with a smirk as the dynamics of their trio shifted once more. He had felt the tension between Cruz and Skylar for some time, and now it was coming to a head. It was a thrilling turn of events, one that he knew would lead to an explosive climax.
 
The three of them moved together with an instinctual understanding, different degree of dominance and desire over them that was kind of natural. Skylar’s legs were forced apart as he was pinned to the ground by his new alpha, and he knew that there was no escape.
 
Cruz’s cock, slick with the fox’s fluids, slammed into Skylar’s tight opening, making the male jaquin cry out. The sound was a mix of pain and pleasure, a keening wail that seemed to echo through the night.
 
Mateo watched as Skylar was fucked ever again, his own need growing once again. The sight of Skylar being taken so roughly, so completely, was intoxicating. He felt his cock swell once more, his own need for the submissive male becoming more intense by the second.
Also Mateo felt out of the place, HE was Skylar's taker, he growled a bit trying to contain himself...
Cruz stalked closer, his gaze raking over Skylar’s exposed form. The male jacin’s belly was indeed swollen, a testament to the fox spirit’s power and the seed he had taken. The white spots on his fur stood out in stark contrast to the rest of his pelt, almost as if they were marks of ownership.
Cruz began to circle the smaller male, his eyes never leaving Skylar’s. Each step was calculated, each movement a silent declaration of intent. Zuzo and Mateo watched them,
 
his own cock twitching with interest as he recognized the dynamic shift.
 
 
“Cruz, I...” Skylar stammered out, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal. The thought of being claimed by his friend, of being used and owned by the male, was something he had never considered.
 
Mateo’s eyes met those of the fox spirit, and he could see the challenge there. “You wish to claim Skylar?” the fox purred, his tail swishing in the dirt.
 
Cruz nodded, his eyes gleaming with a fierce possessiveness that took even Mateo by surprise. “Yes,” he rumbled. “But I want something in return. You’ve planted your seed in him. Now, I want to do the same I want to breed him, fill him with our combined power, until he’s swollen with it, unable to take any more. Will you allow it?”
 
Zuzo’s smile grew, his eyes gleaming with mischief...
 
 
Mateo, still buried inside Skylar, couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. He had never seen the usually stoic feline like this, so consumed by passion and the desire to assert his dominance. He leaned down, licking at Skylar’s ear. “You like that idea, don’t you?” he murmured.
 
"Its all yours        " Zuzo said smiling
 
 
Cruz took the invitation eagerly, his cock sliding into the young jaquin’s tight, well-used hole. The male’s body was still trembling from his last climax, but the pain of being re- entered was soon lost in the overwhelming sensation of fullness. Cruz positioned himself, his cock pressing against the tight opening of Skylar’s ass. He pushed in with a slow, deliberate force, watching as the male’s body stretched to accommodate him.
 
The sound of Skylar’s whimpers grew louder as Cruz began to move, his hips slamming into the male’s body with a ferocity that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
 
Cruz looked down at Skylar, his chest heaving. He knew that he had to have more, to claim him in the same way that he had claimed the fox. He stepped around Skylar again, clearly enjoying his moment, his cock still hard and demanding.
 
Cruz looked down at Skylar, his chest heaving. He knew that he had to have more, to claim him in the same way that he had claimed the fox. He stepped closer, his cock still hard and demanding.
Skylar’s eyes widened, but he made no move to protest. Instead, he spread his legs even further apart, inviting his new alpha in. With a growl of approval, he lined himself up and pushed inside, feeling the male jacin’s body tighten around him.
 
He leaned down, his cock sliding into Skylar’s sore ass with surprising ease. The male jacin’s body was still relaxed and open from the earlier mating, a testament to his submission.
Pinning Skylar down with a strong paw to his head, Cruz began to thrust in earnest, his movements powerful and possessive. The male jaquin beneath him moaned and writhed.
 
Skylar whimpered as he felt Cruz’s cock fill him, the sensation almost too much to bear. His body was sore, his ass stretched to the point of pain, but he wanted it. He needed it. He craved the feeling of belonging that came from their rough mating and handling.
 
Mateo watched with a mix of hunger and possessiveness as Cruz’s cock disappeared inside Skylar. Cruz entered Skylar, his cock sliding into the well-used hole with surprising ease.
 
With a powerful thrust, Mateo buried himself inside Zuzo, their bodies joining in a fiery embrace. The fox’s eyes rolled back in his head, a soundless cry of pleasure escaping his lips as he was filled.
The four of them moved together, a tangle of limbs and fur, each one claiming and being claimed in turn.
Zuzo’s paws dug into the ground, his body arching as he felt the jacin’s cock hit just the right spot. He knew he was close, could feel his own orgasm building deep within him.
 
Mateo’s hips snapped back, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, eliciting a gasp from the Zazu. He could feel the fox’s tight channel gripping him, milking him for every drop of his seed. Mateo’s mind was racing as he continued to fuck the fox. He felt his cum spurt into the fox’s tight body, claiming him in the most primal way possible.
 
Zuzo’s eyes rolled back, his body arching in pleasure...
 
With a roar that seemed to shake the very earth, Mateo reached his climax, filling Zuzo with his hot cum. The loop of light grew brighter, and suddenly, it snapped shut, enveloping them all in a burst of power that seemed to resonate through their very bones.
Mateo pulled out of the fox with a wet sound, his cock still pulsing with the aftershocks of his climax. He looked down at the spirit, a mix of awe and adoration in his eyes.
 
“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
Zuzo chuckled, his eyes shining with satisfaction. “The pleasure was all mine, my dear sexy feline           " The lusty guide said licking Mateo's rounded snout.
 
Cruz lay beside them, his fur damp with sweat and cum. His eyes were glazed over, his mind lost in the haze of pleasure and power. He looked so different, so alive in a way that Mateo had never seen before. The bond between them was stronger now, forged in the heat of passion and the sharing of something so primal as his hips slammed into Skylar’s, each thrust eliciting a cry of pleasure from the male jaquin. His cock was trapped between them, a testament to his submission. The fox’s eyes never left the two of them, his tail swishing in time with their rhythm.
 
Zuzo lay nearby, his eyes closed in slumber. His fur had lost some of its fiery glow, but the power within him was still palpable. Mateo knew that the fox spirit would always be a part of them now, a silent partner in their triad. He watched as the spirit’s chest rose and fell with each breath, feeling a strange sense of protectiveness towards him.
Cruz lay beside them, his own body still taut with the aftershocks of pleasure. His gaze was fixed on Skylar’s belly, a look of wonder and disbelief in his eyes. He reached out a paw to touch the protrusion, his own cock twitching with renewed interest.
 
With a sigh, he pulled out of the exhausted male, his cock glistening with cum and sweat. He lay down beside the fox spirit, his body feeling heavy with the weight of the night’s exertions. Cruz, still riding the high of his newfound dominance, settled down beside Skylar, his arm and wing draped protectively over the smaller male’s body. He whispered sweet nothings into his ear, his eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.
 
As dawn began to break, the light of the rising sun kissed their fur, casting a golden glow across the clearing. The four animals lay together, their bodies tangled in a mess of limbs and tails. They were exhausted, but their spirits were alive with the knowledge that they were carrying life within them. Skylar’s belly was the most noticeably swollen belly, a clear
 
indication of the seed and the potential life growing within him, that had been planted within him.
 
Zuzo and Mateo, their fur matted with cum and sweat, returned to the palace, the intensity of their union not diminished by the change of venue. They moved with the grace of predators, their bodies a blur of motion as they approached the window they had left hours ago. Decided to engage on one last mating for say 'good bye for now'...
Their mating was like that of common dogs, fierce and feral. The sounds of their coupling filled the enclosed space, a symphony of grunts and gasps that seemed to resonate with the very heart of the forest. The ground beneath them grew damp with their combined juices, a scent that seemed to drive them all to greater heights of passion.
And then, with a roar that echoed through the forest, Mateo came again, his hips jerking as he spilled his seed into the fox’s welcoming body. They remained connected, panting and trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.
Zuzo yipped with each thrust, his eyes gleaming with a mix of pain and pleasure. He had never been taken so roughly, but the jaquin’s dominance was intoxicating. He could feel the fox’s power pulsing through him, urging him to submit completely.
Their bodies moved as one, the sound of fur against fur and the slap of flesh filling the clearing. The fox’s cries grew louder, more desperate, as Mateo’s cock claimed him over and over again. It was a raw, primal act, a declaration of ownership that could not be mistaken.
 
Zuzo and Mateo stumbled back to the palace, their bodies still entwined. The fox’s cock was buried deep in Mateo’s ass, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that echoed their earlier dance. The two males were lost as his ass remain connected, their movements feral and uninhibited. Zuzo’s tail wagged with every thrust, and Mateo’s muzzle was buried in the floor. As the male feline’s thrusts slowed, the fox felt a sudden need. He managed to flip their positions with surprising agility, given his size. Now, with their asses pressed together, their tails entwined, they were in a feral, canine-like mating stance. Mateo did a turn that none of them had anticipated, but it was a natural progression of their primal instincts.
Their cocks, still slick with cum, slid against each other, the friction of their asses setting off sparks of pleasure. The fox’s mind was racing with the intensity of his encounter with the jaquins. He had always thought the flying felines were sexy and yearn to reveal their true mating instincts, and witness their feral-wild side.
 
Mateo’s eyes snapped open as he felt the fox spirit’s cock begin to swell again. He looked over his shoulder, his own cock already hard and eager. Without a word, they moved into position. The two males, connected ass-to-ass, soared through the open window of the chamber and out into the night. The fox’s fiery tail, his cock stretching him to new pleasure. He tossed and turned, his body craving more of that sweet agony. The room felt stifling, too small for the creature of passion he had become.
 
 
 
Finally, Mateo’s dreams were filled with images of him took and claiming Skylar’s cock in his mouth, suckling gently at first before increasing his pace. The jaquin’s eyes shot open, his hips bucking upwards as pleasure washed over him.
 
He had never felt so in control, so desired...
 
 
 
Part II: Boy's feathered Second Night
 
 
 
STORY
Two weeks after the big event Mateo and his friends did, all have been normal in the wizard's life, aside form escaping two nights each week to 'perform' the mating flight with Zuzo or Skylar, but he tends to like Zuzo more as the fox/Spirit can actually perform better than the yellow Jaquin, due to this one being more 'Bottom' oriented and Cruz preferred mating partner.
 
 
 
But since Cruz was send by Zephyr to an extended patrol to another kingdom, the poor Jaquin was kind of alone
 
And it wasn't as easy as ask some other animal or even another Jaquin to invite the party, even if Mateo and Zuzo wanted more variety in their courtships, just like birds are, also there aren't much Jaquins that like it either.
Plus their own duties were another stone for they to be free time and perform the mating act, while it was short, it also, depending on the participants it could be long, loud and very musky, so they were only the three of them, usually they fuck each other like feral beast, or
 
spit-roasted one of them, there were few games they liked to play to spur their mating even more
 
 
 
(ZUZO'S SUMMONING RITUAL)
Mateo wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. The workshop smelled of old parchment and burnt herbs. He adjusted his glasses, squinting at the faded spellbook propped open with a light candle. Dust motes danced in the afternoon light slicing through the window.
 
Mateo closed his eyes, breathing deep. He pictured the incantation symbols in his mind sharp angles and curling lines. His voice started low, almost a hum. The words built slowly, each syllable crisp and deliberate. Blue mist began to swirl at his feet, cool and electric. It climbed upward, wrapping around his legs like gentle vines.
The mist thickened, filling the room with a soft glow. Mateo didn’t flinch. He kept chanting, louder now. The air hummed with energy. A shape started to form in the center of the table vague at first, then clearer. Four slender legs. A pointed muzzle. Ears pricked forward.
 
The mist faded. A fox stood on the table, sleek and alert. Blue light clung to its fur like static. It shook itself, sending tiny sparks into the air. Then it stretched, front paws extended, back arched. Its stripes dark-blue bands running from shoulders to tail glimmered faintly. It blinked, eyes bright and curious, and looked straight at Mateo.
 
"Ready for another night?" Mateo asked, a grin spreading across his face. He pulled a small, corked bottle from his pocket. It held swirling silver liquid. With a sharp flick of his wrist, he unstoppered it and tossed the liquid into the air. It hung there for a split second, shimmering. Then it *whooshed* down, engulfing him in a blinding flash. Where Mateo stood, a sleek Jaquin now hovered, wings beating the lingering mist into spirals. The fox tilted its head, watching.
 
Mateo-Jaquin banked sharply, his feathered wings catching the dusty light. He soared upwards towards the workshop's high ceiling, then dove, executing a tight barrel roll just inches above the table. The wind ruffled the fox's fur. He climbed again, faster this time, then pulled into a perfect loop-the-loop directly over the spirit's head, his shadow momentarily darkening the table. A playful chirp escaped his beak. The fox tracked his movement, its ears pricked forward, tail twitching once. It didn't cower, but its gaze was
 
intense, focused.
The fox spirit, Zuzo, watched Mateo's aerial dance with keen interest. His blue-tinged fur rippled as he shifted his weight, paws kneading the worn wood of the table. A low, soft chuff escaped him not quite a bark, more an intrigued rumble. His gaze tracked the Jaquin’s every twist and turn, the bright sparks clinging to his fur seeming to pulse with his focus. He didn’t look hesitant, just… assessing. Calculating the angles, the speed, the sheer invitation in Mateo’s flight.
 
That very same night, Mateo looked at Zuzo with a glint in his eye. "Let's go..." he whispered, his voice filled with a newfound sense of purpose. They both knew what those words meant; it was time for another mating.
They leaved the enclosed room by a window and took to the skies, their hearts pounding in sync. The sky outside was their playground, as the stars above watch them. As they climbed higher and higher, the wind grew colder and the air thinner, but their love only grew stronger. At a great distance from the ground, they paused, their wings locked together, their hearts racing with excitement.
They let go, plummeting towards the earth like meteors in a fiery embrace. Their feathers streamed behind them, and as they fell, the warmth grew between their tails. The rush of air was deafening, but their cries of love cut through it.
 
The wind howled around them, and the world below grew distant. They were one, united in a passion that defied gravity. They fell faster and faster, the ground rushing up to meet them at a dizzying unknown speed. But fear was an emotion that had no place in their hearts, only love.
At the last possible moment, they separated, their penises slipping out of each other's anuses with a wet sound that echoed through the stillness. They watched each other as they fell, their bodies still joined in love, their cum mixing with the rushing air. They knew that they had created new life in that moment, a testament to the strength of their bond.
The warmth between their tails lingered, a gentle reminder of the passion that had brought them together. As they kissed tenderly, their tongues exploring each other's mouths, their bodies entwined, they felt the warmth of their love growing.
 
On their decent, the noticed a yellow spot flying on the distance, both looked at each other, clearly assuming who it could be and smiled.
 
JUMP
 
 
 
Mateo moved. No hesitation. His claws dug into soft earth as he mounted Skylar from behind, the other male's fur warm against his chest. A low rumble built in Mateo's throat possessive, approving. Skylar arched his spine, pushing back with a needy whine that vibrated through them both. The slide was slick, effortless. Too effortless. Skylar was already stretched, wet, ready. Mateo's thrusts started slow, deliberate, each one burying him to the hilt. He felt the tremor run through Skylar's body. "You know, Skylar," Mateo growled, the words rough against the curve of Skylar's ear, "I can take you round after round..." He snapped his hips hard, drawing a sharp gasp. "...and you're still tight as a bitch in heat." The crude praise sent a visible shiver down Skylar's spine. His tail thrashed wildly.
 
Zuzo watched, flames flickering brighter in his fur. He circled the joined jaquins like a predator admiring its prey. His paw reached out, tracing the tense line of Skylar's flank. "Such a good pet," the fox spirit murmured, his voice a silken purr that contrasted sharply with Mateo's fucking. "Taking it so well. So deep." His claws scraped lightly, possessively, over the swell of Skylar's belly where the evidence of their earlier frenzy was already subtly rounding the fur. Skylar whimpered, the sound muffled against the moss as Mateo's rhythm became punishing, driving him forward with every powerful thrust.
 
Zuzo watched, flames flickering brighter. His tail lashed, a pleased smirk on his muzzle. "Such eagerness," he murmured, padding closer. His gaze fixed on where they joined, the slick sound filling the clearing.
 
Mateo leaned down, teeth scraping the nape of Skylar's neck. His voice was a guttural growl against sweat-damp fur. "You know, Skylar," he panted, punctuating each word with a deep, grinding thrust, "I can take you round after round... and you still grip like a bitch in heat." Skylar whimpered, claws scrabbling at the dirt. Mateo chuckled darkly, nipping harder. "Makes me wonder..." He paused, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, drawing a sharp cry. "Is his brother Nico just as tight?" But Mateo didn't stop. He drove deeper, his rhythm turning punishing.
 
Mateo leaned down, teeth scraping the nape of Skylar's neck. The scent was intoxicating. "You know" Mateo's voice was sweet in Skylar's ear "This Makes me wonder..." His voice
 
dropped to a dark purr, thick with implication. "...if your brother Nico would be just as tight. Just as eager." Skylar stiffened beneath him a sharp intake of breath, muscles locking tight. Mateo didn't relent. He drove deeper, grinding against Skylar's prostate until the tension dissolved into a shuddering moan. "Bet he whimpers prettier too," Mateo added, the image flashing in his mind: another sleek, dark-furred body trembling under his weight.
 
Zuzo watched, his stripes flickering brighter in his fur. He didn't speak. Didn't need to. His gaze was a physical weight on Mateo's back, urging him on, savoring the raw mating display. Skylar's whines grew higher. Mateo could feel the tremors building in the male beneath him as another climax was closer and closer. He slowed deliberately, drawing out the friction, making Skylar writhe. "Think he'd fight?" Mateo murmured, his lusty intent now very noticeable, though his thrusts remained relentless. "Or just spread his legs like you?"
 
The words were rough, gravel and lust-driven. Skylar shuddered, a full-body convulsion that squeezed Mateo exquisitely tight. "M-more," Skylar gasped, paws scrabbling in the dirt. "Harder!"
 
"Such a greedy little guardian," the fox purred. His gaze locked with Mateo’s over Skylar’s heaving back. Mateo’s rhythm hitched, slowed. He dragged himself almost entirely out, then slammed home. Skylar yowled. "You know Skylar," Mateo mused, voice thick with exertion, claws digging possessively into the male’s hips, "I guess your brother Nico would be just as fine as you?" A deliberate pause. Skylar froze beneath him. Mateo felt the sudden tension coil through the body beneath his. "Fresh," he continued, punctuating the word with a sharp, shallow thrust that drew a whimper. "Ripe."
 
Skylar’s head whipped around, eyes wide not with anger, but with a dawning, horrified arousal. His mouth opened. Closed. No sound emerged. Zuzo’s paw landed gently on Skylar’s shoulder, claws pricking. "Oh?" The fox’s voice was honeyed poison. "Does the thought excite you, pet?" Mateo's curiosity sparked, he leaned closer, lips brushing Skylar’s ear. His next thrust was deep, grinding, deliberate. "I bet," he breathed, the promise lust and absolute, "I could make him scream too."
 
"You could try..." Skylar gasped, the words ripped from him as Mateo’s cock seared his overused channel. Pain flared, sharp and bright, mixing with the relentless pleasure. Sweat slicked his fur. "He... he sometimes asked me to fuck him..." The admission was raw, torn from some hidden, shameful place. His voice cracked. "When the heat got too much.
 
When he couldn't stand it alone." He shuddered, a full-body tremor that clenched around Mateo. "His scent... pretty much like mine, but... Hungrier." His claws tore at the earth beneath him. "He'd arch his back... just like this..."
 
Zuzo’s chuckle was a low thrum in the charged air. His tail snaked down Skylar’s spine, tracing the dip just above his tail. "So another noble guardian harbors such... needs?" The fox’s eyes gleamed, reflecting the moonlight and something far more predatory. "How delicious..." Mateo growled, low and aggressive, his hips snapping harder, driving Skylar’s confession deeper with each stroke while the image bloomed in his mind: Nico, proud and brave, not to mention also king from king Verago. Joining their fun... The fantasy tightened his grip on Skylar’s hips. "Where?" Mateo demanded, his voice rough. "Where did he let you take him?"
 
Skylar whimpered, the sound muffled as his face pressed into the dirt. "The... the old watchtower. At west, tonight..." His breath hitched as Mateo angled deeper, hitting a spot that rocks him back and forth. "He’d be waiting... probably... already open..." The words dissolved into a ragged moan. Mateo felt the tremor run through Skylar’s body, the clenching heat. He wasn't just confessing Nico’s secret; he was reliving it. Offering it.
Mateo’s teeth found the scruff of Skylar’s neck, biting down hard enough to mark, claiming the truth along with the body. Zuzo purred, a sound of pure, dark satisfaction soothing Skylar's pain as he kissed him on the maw.
 
Their game had just expanded.
 
 
The moon, a perfect, luminous disc of silver, hung high above the Tree of Life, a silent and serene witness to the world below. Its pale, ethereal light spilled across the majestic, craggy mountains and the secluded, lush valleys, painting the snow-capped peaks in a ghostly glow and casting long, dancing shadows that swayed with the gentle night breeze. Down in the valley, a soft wind rustled the leaves of the great Banyan trees, carrying a quiet symphony of natural sounds and damp earth.
 
"Oh Brother," A voice moaned, a flicker of an idea sparking in his mind. "Take me hard mate me..." He imagined what they might likely be in some minutes.
His ears twitched, then his nose, taking in the full force of the picture. Its imagination becoming stronger now, carried on a gust of wind from the tower above. His muscles tensed, a primal warning coursing through his body. His tail flicking from side to side, every
 
hair on his body standing on end.
 
 
Unknowingly for the young Jaquin, he was being watched living his fantasy....
 
 
"Really?" Zuzo asked to Skylar, this latter one just sigh.
"He tends to be that way when his heat strikes... he even sometimes picturing either me, Cruz or Migs to mount him."
 
Zuzo’s chuckle was a silken whisper in the stillness. "I see, don't get too eager, Mateo," he murmured, his tail tip brushing Mateo’s flank. "Let the little one understand his place first... nice and slow" The fox spirit flowed past Mateo, his movements liquid grace as he approached Nico.
 
Zazu took a slow step forward, a new kind of confidence in his posture. He leaned closer to the stiff, lust-ridden Jaquin, circling around him like he was prey. Nico expected it to pounce, he simply circled, his eyes never leaving his form. The fox's eyes roamed around the young jaquin's body, his green-spotted fur, creamy-colored paws, green wings.
Zuzo's circling stopped. His nose twitched, taking in the full, lusty scent. The wild and free glow in Jaquins were so alluring.
 
Nico’s snarl faltered, his eyes drawn to Zuzo’s mesmerizing gaze. "Poor, tense kitty," Zuzo purred, circling Nico slowly, his scent – ancient magic and dark promise – wrapping around the younger jaquin. "All alone in your heat... waiting. Did you hope Skylar would come?
He’s... otherwise engaged." Zuzo flicked a glance towards Skylar, who stood trembling slightly, watching his brother with wide, conflicted eyes. Nico flinched, his gaze darting between Zuzo, Mateo, and his brother’s submissive posture. The fight visibly bled out of him, replaced by a dawning, trembling vulnerability. Zuzo stopped directly in front of him, leaning close, his breath warm on Nico’s muzzle. "Shhh... no need for fear. We’re here now. We’ll take care of that... *ache*." Nico whimpered, a low, involuntary sound of need, his body trembling on the edge of surrender.
 
He found himself looking at the fox. It was a magnificent creature. His stripes were a beautiful pattern against his fur, and his sleek muscles rippled with every movement. His confidence, and utterly unyielding. The very things Nico kind of see in his brother Skylar.
 
Zuzo's gaze was tender. He dared to lean closer and licked Nico's cheek, a soft, deliberate gesture of affection. Nico closed his eyes, his body trembling with a mixture of excitement and raw emotion. He leaned in. Nico's attempt to purr grew louder, a deep, resonant rumble that seemed to vibrate through Nico's wings.
Zuzo finally gently mounted Nico's back, his weight a comforting presence, not a burden. They moved, the fox gracefully turning 180-degree motion until they were lying side-by- side, their backs nestled against one another. It was a posture of profound trust and intimacy.
 
Nico whimpered when Zuzo’s dick got into him, the heat undeniable. His claws scraped stone as he braced himself, muscles trembling not from cold but from the raw, conflicting pull of shame and desperation. The fox spirit’s chuckle was velvet against his ear. "Shh, little guardian. Let go." A sharp thrust buried Zuzo to the hilt, tearing a ragged cry from Nico’s throat. Pleasure-pain bloomed hot and immediate, his body clamping down as if to reject the invasion even as his hips pushed back for more.
 
A shudder ran through Skylar. Bottoming wasn’t new, but this… this was deeper. Better. Slowly, legs protesting, he dragged himself towards Nico’s splayed hind legs. Nico’s head lolled, eyes wide with dazed confusion as Skylar nosed at his trembling rear paw. The touch was tentative, then, with a defeated groan, Skylar’s tongue rasped over the pads.
Mateo watched too, satisfaction a dark flame, but admitting he was right, 'nice and slow' was kind of better that rush things, it was even more sensual, turning his full attention back to Nico. Zuzo’s rhythm hitched, a grin spreading as he saw the displaying – one brother servicing, the other being taken, both respected guardians of Avalor, which somehow increased their value "Keep going..." Zuzo purred, thrusting deeper, making Nico arch and cry out. "Such very good pets."
 
Mateo’s gaze snapped away from Nico. Skylar lay sprawled nearby, long ago stopping licking and 'stimulating' his brother further. His eyes were glazed, unfocused, but his cock twitched feebly at the sounds of his brother’s mounting. A predatory smile curled Mateo’s lips. He stalked over, tail lashing. "Look at him, Skylar," he growled, nudging the spent jaquin’s shoulder with a heavy paw. "Your brother’s just like you now. A trembling, eager little cub..." Skylar flinched, a low whine escaping him. Mateo leaned down, teeth grazing the bite mark on Skylar’s neck, making him shudder. "Be useful. Fuck his paws while I take him..." The command was ice, final.
 
Skylar’s breath hitched. For a heartbeat, rebellion flickered in his eyes then died. He pushed himself up, movements clumsy with exhaustion. Nico’s front paws were splayed against the tower floor, claws digging grooves into the mortar as Zuzo pounded into him. Skylar shuffled forward, his own arousal stirring despite his fatigue. He lowered his muzzle, tongue rasping roughly over Nico’s trembling right paw. Nico jerked, a startled yelp turning into a moan as Zuzo angled deeper. "S-Skylar?" he gasped, confused. Skylar didn’t answer. He mounted Nico’s wrist, his still-hard cock sliding against the sensitive pads, the motion filthy and possessive. Mateo watched, satisfaction coiling tight.
 
Zuzo laughed, the sound dark and rich. "Such pretty sounds, little kitty," he purred against Nico’s ear, his own thrusts matching Mateo’s rhythm when he fuck him days ago. Nico was a moaning mess between them, his cries dissolving into choked sobs. Skylar kept working Nico’s paw, his tongue and cock moving in a relentless, humiliating rhythm. Mateo could feel Nico’s body trying to rebel, muscles straining, but Zuzo’s grip was iron. The fox’s eyes met Mateo’s over Nico’s heaving back. "He’s taking us so well," Zuzo murmured.
 
Nico’s cries dissolved into choked sobs. His legs shook, threatening to buckle, but Mateo held him upright, driving deeper, harder. Skylar’s muzzle worked frantically now, saliva slicking Nico’s paw, making him moaning louder and richer.
 
Mateo thrust deeper, the young jaquin's body pinned between the cold wall and the fox spirit's relentless hips. Skylar trembled, his tongue working over his brother's trembling paw pad, tasting salt and earth. Each whimper from Nico made Skylar flinch, but Mateo's low growl kept him in line, his own shame burning hotter than the pleasure Zuzo had wrung from him earlier. Zuzo chuckled, his claws digging into Nico's hips. "Such pretty sounds, little kitty," he purred, snapping his hips forward. Nico arched, a ragged gasp tearing from his throat as the fox's cock hit a spot that made his vision blur. "Your brother tastes delicious, doesn't he, Skylar?"
 
Mateo's thrusts grew savage, his teeth sinking into Nico's shoulder. The younger jaquin sobbed, his claws scraping uselessly against the stone.
Nico’s claws scraped against the stone wall as Mateo slammed into him, the rough thrusts punctuated by Skylar’s frantic licks at his trembling paw pads. Each stroke of Skylar’s tongue drew a whimper part humiliation, part involuntary pleasure that only spurred Mateo deeper. Nico's scream tore through the forest as Mateo slammed into him without warning. The younger jaquin thrashed against the watchtower's rough stone, Zuzo's claws digging
 
into his hips to hold him steady.
 
 
Mateo unleashed his seed inside Nico, marking him permanently.
 
 
A low, guttural moan drifted down from the tower’s highest window. Mateo froze mid-thrust, ears swiveling. Not Nico’s choked gasps. Not Skylar’s ragged pants. Deeper. Rawer.
Zuzo’s eyes snapped open, pupils slitted with predatory interest. "Curious," he purred, slowing his own movements. Nico sagged against the wall, trembling. Mateo pulled out, ignoring the younger jaquin’s whimper. He padded silently to the winding stone stairs, Zuzo a shadow at his heels. The moan came again thick with need, utterly unguarded.
 
At the top, moonlight spilled through an open archway. Chief Zephyr stood silhouetted against the night sky, his broad back to them. His powerful shoulders bunched with each stroke of his paw. Mateo’s breath caught. The chief’s cock was thick, fully erect, glistening in the silver light as he fisted himself with rough, urgent tugs. His breath came in harsh rasps, his tail lashing the air. He hadn’t heard them. Lost in his own release, the former stern leader of the Avalor Jaquins was nothing but primal need. Zuzo’s grin was a knife slash in the dark. He leaned close to Mateo, his whisper hot against the jaquin’s ear. "Seems we have an audience of one... or perhaps," his gaze raked over Zephyr’s straining form, "a new player."
 
Mateo’s pulse hammered. The sight of Zephyr, strong, commanding Zephyr joining their raw hunger was intoxicating. He could smell the musk of the former chief’s arousal, thick and heavy on the wind. Zuzo didn’t hesitate. He flowed forward, silent as smoke, until he stood just behind the unsuspecting jaquin. Zephyr stiffened, his head snapping around. Shock warred with fury in his eyes. "What   ?" Zuzo’s paw clamped over the chief’s mouth,
cutting off the roar. "Shhh," the fox spirit soothed, his other paw sliding down Zephyr’s heaving flank. "No need for titles here. Only truth." His claws traced the swell of Zephyr’s ass. "And I feel yours          burning."
 
The chief’s growl was muffled, his body rigid. But Mateo saw it the subtle tremor in Zephyr’s wings, the way his cock twitched, still slick and eager. Zuzo leaned in, his breath hot against Zephyr’s ear. "Don't worry... we all are friends here         " He pressed his own
hard length against Zephyr’s backside, grinding slowly. "Let us see the beast beneath your commanding trait." Zephyr shuddered, a low whine escaping him. His resistance was crumbling, replaced by a dazed, desperate need. Mateo moved closer, drawn by the scent
 
of power unraveling. He met Zuzo’s gaze. The fox’s eyes gleamed.
 
 
Remembering the wise 'nice and slow' advice, Mateo circling the gray jaquin, his eyes roaming all over the figure in front of him, his gaze raking over him with predatory intensity. Every detail captivated him, his gaze traveled over the former chief's trembling wings.
Zuzo's chuckle cut through the heavy air. "See how he trembles?" The fox spirit traced a claw along Zephyr's spine, making the jaquin arch a bit in discomfort.
 
Mateo didn’t hesitate. He stepped in front of Zephyr, his own arousal undeniable. He gripped the chief’s jaw, forcing eye contact. Zephyr’s muffled whimpers against Mateo’s paw. He pressed his muzzle firmly against his broad, panting snout, claiming a rough, dominant kiss. The chief’s lips were dry and tasted of salt and fear, signal the jaquin was 'playing' with himself earlier.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice rough. He guided Zephyr’s paw to his throbbing cock. The chief’s breath hitched, his touch tentative, then tightening. A shudder ran through him.
Zephyr’s gaze locked onto Mateo’s, defiance and confusion flickering. But Mateo saw the way Zephyr’s breath hitched as Zuzo’s claws dug into his hips, the fox’s cock grinding against him. Mateo leaned in, his fangs grazing Zephyr’s throat. "You relish on lust," he hissed. "You desire this." He pressed his hard length against Zephyr’s stomach, smearing precum across fur. "Admit it."
 
A low growl rumbled in Zephyr’s chest, but it broke into a gasp as Zuzo thrust forward, breaching him in one brutal push. The chief’s body arched, wings flaring wide, a raw cry tearing from his throat. Mateo seized the moment, capturing Zephyr’s mouth in another savage kiss, swallowing the sounds of shock and pleasure. The taste of power was intoxicating salt, musk.
 
Zuzo’s rhythm was relentless, each thrust slamming Zephyr against Mateo. The chief’s claws scrabbled at Mateo’s shoulders, not to push away, but to anchor himself. Mateo broke the kiss, his lips trailing down Zephyr’s heaving chest. "You’re not a chief here," he snarled. "You’re just another beast in heat." He sank his teeth into the Zephyr’s shoulder, drawing a shuddering moan. Zephyr’s cock pulsed against Mateo’s stomach, leaking heavily.
 
Without a sound, Skylar crept forward, his body low to the stone floor. He paused at
 
Zephyr’s splayed hind legs, the chief’s tail lashing wildly with each of Zuzo’s deep drives. Skylar’s nose brushed the base of Zephyr’s spine.
 
At Mateo’s sharp whistle, Nico too scrambled forward. His eyes were glazed, his movements slow as he positioned himself beneath Zephyr’s lower belly. He didn’t wait for permission. Nico’s tongue dragged roughly over Zephyr’s exposed cock, lapping at the semen beading at the tip. The chief shuddered, a choked groan escaping him as Nico took him deeper, sucking with desperate hunger.
 
Skylar hesitating a bit, mounted Zephyr maw, his own cock sliding slickly against the chief’s face fur before finding its mark. He thrust hard, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal yet slow stroke. Zephyr’s roar echoed off the dick, his body arching against the conflicting sensations Zuzo’s relentless pounding, Nico’s mouth working his underbelly, and now Skylar’s intruding his exposed muzzle.
Zephyr’s head snapped back, a choked gasp escaping his maw as Skylar’s tongue slid along his jawline. The taste was salt and desperation. Skylar no longer hesitate. He pressed closer, his cock already hard against Zephyr’s maw, and shoved his muzzle past the chief’s lips. Zephyr gagged, teeth scraping fur, but Skylar pushed deeper until his length hit the back of Zephyr’s throat. The chief’s eyes flew wide, pupils blown black with shock.
"Keep sucking the former chief," Mateo growled, shoving Nico’s head down toward Zephyr’s exposed groin. Nico whimpered but obeyed, his tongue flicking out to lap at the swollen knot beneath Zephyr’s sheath. Zephyr bucked violently against Zuzo’s relentless thrusts, a strangled cry muffled by Skylar’s cock filling his mouth. Skylar approached Zephyr and licked his jaw before inserting his cock into the chief’s mouth, causing shock. Mateo commanded Nico to service Zephyr’s groin, and Nico complied by licking his knot.
 
Mateo watched, a feral grin spreading across his muzzle. He seized Zephyr’s thrashing tail, yanking it upward to expose him further.
Zuzo’s thrusts turned erratic, his snarls sharpening. "Take it all, Zephyr," he commanded, slamming home one final time. Zephyr convulsed, a raw, broken sound tearing from his chest as the fox spirit’s release flooded him. Skylar pulled back just as Zephyr came, thick ropes of seed splattering Nico’s face and the stone floor. Nico licked his lips, panting, while Skylar’s cock dripped onto Zephyr’s slobber leaking maw. Clearly no being used to being orally 'used'.
 
"Take every drop you old bird!" With a final, brutal canine slam, Zuzo buried himself to the hilt. Zephyr’s body rocking back, arching impossibly tight as Zuzo’s release pulsed deep inside him. A raw, shattered groan tore from Zephyr’s throat, vibrating around Skylar’s cock. Skylar pulled back just as Zephyr’s own climax ripped through him thick, pearl- colored liquid erupting to splatter Nico’s muzzle, his wide, shocked eyes, and the cold stone floor. Nico flinched but didn’t pull away, his tongue darting out instinctively to taste the seed on his lips.
 
His hips bucked wildly, impaling himself on Zuzo while Nico’s tongue wrung another ragged cry from him. The tower walls echoed with the wet slap of flesh, the guttural groans of the fox, and the frantic panting of the brothers. Skylar’s claws scraped stone as he fucked Zephyr’s mouth, his eyes glazed with triumph.
 
 
 
With a swift change, Skylar eased off Zephyr, so his eyes were staring up at him. His face, his loving gaze locked onto him.
 
“Come here kitty,” Skylar sneered, his eyes gleaming with intent. Skylar grabbed him by the muzzle.
 
"NGh! NGh! Ngh!" The former chief's maw struggled a bit, but eventually let it all in. He gripped him tightly, his claws pressing against the lower jaw, forced him to lift his face, and kissed him. But it was not a sweet kiss. It was wet, hungry, with tongue, with teeth, with mixed breaths, with ragged gasps.
 
Their tongues clashed, entwined, licked each other as if seeking to tear out the jaw through the throat, and as they kiss, Zuzo's cock kept entering.
 
Skylar was letting himself being carried out by the moment, for a long time, the young jaquin wanted to 'tangled' with the clan chief, he was even willing to be treated like a 'cub' if the chief just peck him just like he was doing at him right now.
Zephyr could do nothing as Skylar keep kissing him. A long, steamy and sloppy kiss. He slobbered on Zephyr’s mouth as his tongue explored ever inch of it, before forcing itself deep into his throat, causing Zephyr to gag around him, as well as moan even louder in Skylar maw.
 
His firm chest heaved with each weak breath, being kissed by his former trainee were somehow exposing him fully to their predatory desires.
 
'Good...' Zephyr thought, the overwhelming size stretching him beyond what he could have ever imagined. Despite all his years and experience, nothing could have prepared the veteran jaquin for this.
 
“Argh…” A groan escaped his lips, Zuzo's canine keep moving, thrusting in and out of him with relentless force. The spiked shaft scraped against every sensitive spot it could reach, sending waves of pain shooting through his body.
The asshole vibrated, the knot swelled even more, and Zephyr's entire body arched against the floor, his muzzle still entwined in that dirty kiss Skylar was giving him.
 
Nico panted too, with his own maw sucking like a blur, his thick breath spilling in vapor over Zephyr's loins, his legs spread in instinct, his body trembling. Sucking and drinking like Anoki berry juice.
 
“Urgh... urgh...” Grunts and groans escaped Zuzo’s mouth as the fox quickened his pace, each thrust more forceful than the last. He paid no mind to Zephyr's pleasure moans, consumed entirely by his own enjoyment. What was worse, the primal instinct of mating a stronger male began to stir within Zephyr. His body, betraying his will, involuntarily contracted and squeezed around Zuzo, as if eager to please the canine.
 
The clapping sound of their bodies colliding grew louder and more intense as Zuzo increased his pace, driving his hips harder into the ground with each thrust. The sheer force of his movements began to dig into the earth beneath them, creating small craters where Nico and Zephyr were pummeled into the dirt. His cock repeatedly entered and exited his ass, molding him as he neared his peak.
 
The former chief felt the large cock inside his begin to swell before a torrent of his own seed flooded inside Nico as Zuzo let out a triumphant roar, depositing his own load into him.
 
“Now... you will bear my cubs,” Zuzo thought, his body bright with satisfaction as he finished his release. He remained inside him, savoring the moment of his pleasure, a grin
 
spreading across his face as he relished in the sex ogry.
 
 
“Fuck, look at them go!” Mateo said, as both him and Zuzo watched the scene developing before them. “Go ahead, Zuzo! Fuck that bird’s brains out!” The human-turned jaquin cheered, and Skylar only panted like an old dog by his side as he fuck as well. Both were slowly having their members into action, as they matched on perfect pacing, plus, also the smell of the delicious pheromones that were emanating from Zephyr’ body, making it clear that he was enjoying this as much as they do.
 
 
 
After a few more minutes of fucking, sucking and mating, Zuzo’s member began to soften enough for him to pull out. A mixture of cum, sweat and a bit of blood followed, dripping from Zephyr’s bruised and battered posterior. The sight was almost surreal the once former great clan chief lay there, his eyes stained with tears of happiness, his body trembling in pleasure.
 
Driven by his now dark lust taking over him, Skylar's mind knew what to do, the guardian wanted to firm his dominance even further by making Zephyr lick his cock clean. And Zephyr, clearly happy to indulge, he simply leaned forward and started suck that dick, his eyes closed as he suck like a thirsty cub.
Skylar purred in satisfaction, a smirk of his own as he felt the older jaquin willingly sucking his dick. He even shared a look with Nico, who was still sucking too.
 
Zephyr would have roar at the end of the round of fucking, but Skylar keep using his maw as another hole, having his dick shoved deep into his mouth, rutting it just like Zuzo was rutting his ass.
 
Eventually, the three participants came, with Zuzo filling Zephyr’s ass, Skylar directed his load down his throat, with some of it eventually leaking out of Zephyr’s nose as he choked on it due to no being too used to it, and Zephyr himself, cumming only from being fucked in the ass and pleasured, while also deposited his load in all over Nico's face which like a good little cub drink it a bit.
 
Zuzo keep the fucking live, like the canine spirit don't want this to ever end, pressing over Zephyr's back, lifting him a bit off the ground, his hind legs dandling a bit as he slammed his cock back inside, performing small ruts over almost in mid-air.
 
Thud-thud-thud-thud.
 
 
Zuzo shifted, his paws moving to find purchase on Zephyr's back, his body trembling with a mixture of reverence and desire. He settled over, the warm weight of his body a comforting yet pleasurable pressure. Zephyr's powerful body was solid beneath him, his feathers rustling softly in the frenzy moment, a soft sigh of his wild mating nature. As Zuzo found his rhythm again, a low, guttural purr rumbled from Zephyr's chest, a sound that also went across Skylar's body from his loins to his wing tip. Zephyr's wings either pinned on the ground or wrapped around them both, soft and soaked plumage, and in that moment, the difference in their forms melted away.
They stayed that way for a time, a living, breathing testament to their wild mating, until a soft nudge from Zephyr prompted a change. With a knowing look, he shifted, allowing Skylar to moved, his younger body rising and then settling over Zephyr. The former clan boss shifted into a position completing offering his maw to him, his ears flattened in a gesture of absolute trust. Skylar’s golden feathers were a soft, warm blanket. Zephyr lifted his torso just enough to let Zuzo shift, their backs touching as they turned to their rear ends pressed together, a moment of profound physical connection and vulnerability, their ass touching as they completed the graceful turn. It was a new kind of intimacy that was usually perform by canine species, but they were so feral in their mating that they simply don't mind.
 
Finally, all the males decided to drop down a bit and change their mating parameters, Zuzo and Skylar's dicks plop free, Zephyr released some moans that quickly were no longer plugged by Skylar.
 
Mateo, who was tired of waiting at a side, kind of aroused and yearning to mate the former chief of the Jaquins, went around the exhausted form. Zhepyr's tired eyes fluttered open, seeing the bigger body of Mateo's jaquin robust, powerful and beautiful form, aroused and eager to resume their mating, just between them.
A low growl rumbled from Mateo as his thick cockhead nudging against Zephyr’s entrance. The chief’s eyes flew open, wide with renewed panic, but Mateo just grinned, feral. “My turn, Chief.” He thrust in hard, no preamble, burying himself in the tight, sore tailhole.
 
Zuzo watched the rearranged positions with satisfaction. Mateo pounded into Zephyr with deep, rhythmic strokes, the chief’s body rocking limply against him due to he was now fucking him in missionary style, his no longer muffled cries now free to being showed how exactly how he felt        and he felt good.
 
Zuzo closed the distance. One paw clamped firmly on Skylar’s jaw, forcing his head up. "Skylar," Zuzo breathed, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "Come here          " Skylar’s
eyes, glazed with lust, met the fox’s burning gaze. Zuzo leaned in, capturing Skylar’s mouth in a deep, claiming kiss. It wasn’t tender but at the same time it was sweet enough to let the young jaquin know what was coming next, tongue demanding entry. Skylar moaned into it, his hips instinctively grinding down onto the ground, seeking friction even as he embraced the kiss.
 
 
 
Meanwhile, Zuzo's canine sex desire still wanted more. His eyes darted towards Nico, gesturing a paw towards him. "Shall we see what other talents the younger prince possesses?" Nico froze, his eyes wide with dawning eagerness as Zuzo stalked towards him.
The fox spirit chuckled, breaking the kiss with Skylar. “Such enthusiasm, Mateo.” His eyes, gleaming with mischief, slid to Nico, who was still diligently licking Zephyr’s groin, his own small cock twitching. “But let’s not neglect the little one.” Zuzo moved with grace, his powerful form suddenly looming over Nico.
 
He gripped the younger jaquin’s jaw, tilting his face up. Nico’s eyes were wide green pools of lust and arousal. “Open wide   ” Zuzo said, stretching his words. The younger one
whimpered, but his lips parted obediently, tongue flicking out tentatively as the fox spirit’s pressed against them.
It wasn’t tender either but also letting let the young jaquin know what was coming next, tongue demanding entry. Nico moaned, his paws instinctively grinding down onto the ground as, just like his brother, also embraced the kiss.
 
"Such a tasty maw, little guardian, just like your brother's   " Nico’s eyes flew open, meeting
Zuzo’s predatory gaze, a fresh wave of terror and unwanted arousal flooding his trembling body.
 
Mateo’s grip tightened on Zephyr’s hips, his thrusts turning punishing. The chief’s body was slick with sweat and seed, his hole stretched and yielding. Mateo could feel the tremors running through Zephyr.
 
"Ahh. It feels so good..." Zephyr cried from underneath him.
 
 
Not sure exactly what was hurting or pleasuring him, but intent to find out the young jaquin moved to try and get off of him, his cock starting to slide out. He stood there a moment not wanting to leave the warmth, his tip still holding his spot. Just as he was about to pull completely out he was pushed again so that he push into him again. The immense pleasure was there again. Slowly he pulled out again, and this time when only his tip was in he did the thrust inward.
Mateo began thrusting in and out, he had no rhythm in his movements. He was unaware of the sobbing, moaning and roars beneath him. But he was only aware of the pleasure that he continued to feel more and more with each thrust.
 
Soon the pleasure began to feel more and more intense, and Mateo's thrust became faster and even more erratic. With one last thrust he hilt Zephyr, and he began to spew his
heavy-creamy cum into him.
 
 
The fox spirit’s gaze lingered on Nico's spot between his hind spread wide legs, while also noticing the trembling, the wet muzzle, the open, vulnerable mouth currently salivating. A slow, hungry smile spread across Zuzo’s face. He moved silently next to Skylar, his lithe body pressing close. One paw rested possessively on Skylar’s, feeling the powerful muscles work underneath.
 
It wasn't that it felt bad; it just felt so weird! wasn't exactly too painful, Nico relaxed slightly. His hind paws stopped kicking around and his tail stopped trying to curl itself back up to his belly. And unintentionally, it relaxed the rigid sphincter under his tail that Zuzo's eyes had been targeting so diligently on, allowing the fox to tug the cub's naturally stretchy tailhole.
 
Nico whined, his muzzle tilted back in a quiet face, blushed just thinking about where he was being fucked, it could feel good?
 
A meek, kitten purr escaped Nico's chest. He didn't mean it. Zuzo kept pushing his dick
 
just inside Nico's anal ring and tugging at it, and each time it did it felt less weird and more good. And just as soon as it started to feel really good and send tingly feelings into Nico's tiny paws, it stopped.
Zuzo rumbled deep within his chest, apparently satisfied. His tongue retreated and gave Nico's tailhole one more firm, push before he lifted his muzzle, his nose nuzzling at Nico's balls.
Zuzo rolled his eyes and reached his paw between Nico's legs, catching on one of the cub's balls and lifting it up before letting it fall back down against Nico's groin. Nico quivered. "Yes, a respectable size for your age                "
 
Meanwhile, Skylar was again struck by the lust of the moment, Zephyr was 'busy', Nico was 'busy', probably he was going to get his turn later, but now noticing the drooling and silly face his brother was displaying, an idea forming his head.
Now Nico was taking Zephyr's place, the blue fox was taking his ass while his brother do what he was doing to the former chief, but now on his own maw.
 
Skylar stalked around to his brother's front to then lean over him to then inserting himselft into Nico’s warm mouth. The other paw, claws retracted, traced a teasing line down Nico’s exposed throat, towards his chin. Zuzo leaned down, his breath hot against Skylar’s ear, his words a silken with sweetness.
"....Good boy... I don't want to hear his cute moaning              " The fox said with certain irony to
then lick his ear, making him tremble a bit.
 
 
Mateo savored all the sex moaning around him. He bent low, his teeth scraping the nape of Zephyr’s neck. He growled, the sound vibrating against Zephyr’s fur. "So full            " He
punctuated his words with a brutal slam, forcing a ragged, broken sound from Zephyr that whose cock was leaking too. Mateo’s own release coiled low in his belly, a hot, demanding pressure building with every thrust into his ass.
 
Skylar felt the shift in Nico beneath Zuzo. The initial resistance was long gone since he suck Zephyr's dick, replaced by obedience. Nico’s throat worked around his cock, taking him deeper with a wet, desperate sound. Skylar’s hips snapped harder, chasing his own climax, spurred on by Zuzo’s canine slams, actually doing most of the work. He looked down, seeing Nico’s tear-streaked muzzle, the glazed eyes staring blankly at him. A thrill shot through Skylar. He held his brother’s head still, pumping his seed deep into the younger jaquin’s throat, feeling Nico’s convulsive swallows around him. Zuzo’s paw
 
tightened on him.
Mateo grunted, momentarily thrown off rhythm by the sheer force of Zephyr’s convulsions. The chief’s legs trembled violently as wave after wave of involuntary ecstasy ripped through him.
 
Skylar’s hips went against Nico’s trembling maw, each thrust burying his cock deeper into him. Nico’s choked cries vibrated around his shaft as the fox spirit ruthlessly fucked his ass. "Such a nice bird             " Zuzo purred, his body convulsing between Nico's ass and
Skylar's ramming his own.
Zuzo moved over him like a cloud's shadow. "Remember, not so loud." Nico's heart pounded within his small chest as he felt Zuzo's hot, wet penis push up against his tail base.
 
Zuzo grunted impatiently, his cock tip poking around for the cub's tight hole. "Move your tail, kit." Nico obediently moved it to the side, and then Nico's eyes went wide as Zuzo's canine, scorching hot penis pushed against his anus, the cub's wet tail hole dimpling inwards at the pressure. Nico yelped as the pressure increased against his tail hole; Nico's anus instinctively clenched against the intrusion, but it didn't help. Nico whined. The cub's anal ring stretched slowly around his tip as the canine spirit claimed his anal virginity.
 
"Hush!" Zuzo scolded him, "It will feel good soon. I promise." Zuzo kept his paw on Nico's back and pushed his hips forward, grunting as he slid another inch of his cock under his tail.
Nico whined, but he didn't yelp again. It just felt so good, now it didn't hurt as much as it did right at the start. Uncomfortable? Shameful? He wasn't sure what he felt at that very moment, it was supposed to be feeling as Zuzo started moving his hips backwards and then forwards, each movement pushing his cock deeper.
 
The green-spotted jaquin felt each tug and push of Zuzo's penis, felt it back there, in his ass. He felt stretched and full, and every time Nico thought it couldn't possibly push any deeper he did, making Nico claw at the ground and squirm.
 
And his brother's dick plugging his maw, did no help either...
 
Zuzo hissed, his last thrust ending with hips flush up against the cub's. Nico felt his uncle's heavy balls bump up against his own smaller ones, causing the cub to clench his tail hole around the base of Zuzo's cock. His tight ass rippled and squeezed around the base of Zuzo's canine shaft in a way no one ever could, but Nico didn't moan. All he do was pleading his brother, looking at his eyes. Skylar understood and do what his brother silently asked.
 
Pulling out from his brother's maw, Skylar put his paws on Nico's pinned shoulders to then reach his maw and grab his brother's exposed neck, giving it a gentle bit on it, kind of soothing the sensations Zuzo was giving to him, eventually after his brother marked him, he returned his dick to his maw, giving even more pleasure at Nico.
And after squeezing a few more times and taking a few trembling breaths, his maw started to relax, and Nico started to feel a little less weird and a little more... 'Good'. Nico shivered. He felt good in a foreign, exciting way that made him mewl like a good kitty.
 
Nico whined and lifted his slender hips a little higher. Zuzo purred, pulling his hips back slightly before rocking them forward again, his heavy balls slapping dominantly up against Nico's smaller ones.
"Good kittens," The blue spirit fox said, praising Nico as he started to thrust more vigorously under the jaquin's tail. Lewd, squelchy sounds filled the air, punctuated by little kitten-squeaks by him.
When the fox thrust at just the right angle, something inside Nico made him gasp and moan. His own penis peeked from his sheath, Zuzo ignored it as his thrusts became faster and faster, more lustful and irregular. His hot breath wheezed against Nico's neck, tickling the cub's fur.
 
"Squeeze tight...!" Zuzo growled. His jaws nipped at Nico's neck, taking his scruff into his maw and holding it tightly. Nico mewled and squeezed as hard as he could, clamping his stretched anal ring around Zuzo's penis. Zuzo shuddered and grunted into Nico's neck, performing a rhythmic throb, throb under his tail as he deposited his sperm deep into the jaquin's belly. Each twitch of his shaft signaled another spurt of canine cum being flung into Nico's bowels, meant to fill the young male's anal passage. The fox's virile sperm filled Nico. His ass stretched a little wider with each pulse of Zuzo's cock and between each squeezed, unknowingly milking and coaxing every drop of cum from him.
 
Skylar was also fucking Nico's maw fiercely, signaling also his impending release, luckily for the younger jaquin, his brother hold enough to him to prepare to swallow. Eventually, The yellow jaquin panted and his cock throbbed; Nico of course felt hot spunk spraying down his throat. He gulped it as fast as he could.
 
After nearly two whole minutes, Zuzo came into deep into his ass, filling it to the brim with his fertile seed, before pulling out and, grunting and let him squirm out from under him, the last of his orgasm splattering over Nico's fur and tail, coating his backside in a layer of musky semen.
 
Skylar snarled, no threatening nor warning but content for his brother as his dick still leaking a bit on Nico's face to then turned around and start licking Nico’s shoulder tenderly, purring into him as he lean to rub his head with his own.
"Ow! Ow, ow," Nico said, wincing as he cuddled against Skylar, cum oozing from his inseminated tail hole.
 
Zuzo licked his own nose while his shaft retreated back into its sheath, eyeing Nico's well- bred rump. "You make a good lioness, younger prince."
 
"I'm not..." Nico whined. The sharp pain was gone, and in its place was a slow ache and very... full feeling. He lay down and started grooming himself, while his brother's tongue cleans his neck, trying to lap up all of the sticky cum from his fur. It tasted salty and metallic.
 
Returning to Mateo and Zephyr, they were still at it, very caught into their mating...
 
 
"How was he?" Mateo asked Zuzo while rocking the older jaquin, their hips pushing and pulling almost in a blur.
"Nothing to complain, here wishing to start over again but look at him, its obvious he is still new to this "
 
Eventually and getting tire, in more than on way, Mateo decided to wrap this night with a promise and a traditional 'mating flight'.
 
The mating flight became a breathtaking display of raw aerial prowess and instinctive harmony. They plummeted through cloud layers, pulled up sharply inches from the churning waves, then shot skyward again in a dizzying spiral.
The true was that, Mateo was doing all the work as Zephyr lacked of the energy to even keeping up so it was up to Mateo's bulky form to pushed harder, testing his own limits, and he met each challenge as a subtle wing adjustment matching his steep climb, allowing him to fly faster, tighter, more precisely than he ever could alone.
 
All while carrying the almost limp exhausted body of Zephyr with him all the time.
 
 
 
Hours Later....
 
 
All the jaquins and fox were laying below the tower's low grown, all spent, some more than others. Mateo however was still pent up and was trying to keep his mind off it by circling around the tower to eventually land beside Zephyr and Nico, which were resting soundly closer once another, their chests moving a bit as they pant, as if trying to releasing remaining steam a bit.
 
Skylar was awake too, but with much less libido than Mateo, he purrs a bit, signaling him to get close.
 
However, they did no get to mating, but surely Mateo was about to change that...
 
 
"You know Skylar," Mateo said purring too into the youngster's ears "Your display along with Nico were good                "
Skylar beamed with happiness "Thanks! Maybe tomorrow we will take you              "
 
 
"Yeah, yeah        " Mateo's paw reached out to grab Skylar's chin "But I was wondering if the
king Verago is just as tight as Zephyr"
 
 
Skylar of course gasped in surprise "I... I couldn't tell              "
"And you don't want to find it out           You shall do even better with that tasty maw of yours
on his royal dick             Picture it for a second" Mateo taunted looking deep into his bright eyes.
 
The image hung in the air, potent and shocking. Skylar froze, his cock trembling already at the mental scenery and the huge arousal struck him just felt at Mateo's words.
 
This latter one noticed Skylar's shocked face and trying to relieve his tension, Mateo lean forward, closer and kissed the jaquin, their tongues struggling each other to keep up.
Cupping his back with one paw, the bigger jaquin placed his other on the back of Skylar's head and brought his face toward his own, deepening their kiss, their muzzles moving in conjunction as they savored the taste of the other. The primal part of Skylar's brain screamed at him again to lean in his grip submitting to him once again just like Zuzo did hours ago.
 
Mateo broke the kiss, his eyes gleaming with pure, wicked delight. He threw his head back and laughed, a rich, echoing sound that seemed to shake the very stones of the watchtower.
 
Zuzo purred from behind Skylar to then go next to Mateo, enjoying himself also at the potent mental image Mateo just summon, his tail lashing with excitement.
 
"Your ambition ignites me Mateo          " His gaze, sharp as obsidian, locked onto Skylar’s
stunned face. "Well, little guardian? Does the thought horrify you?" He traced a blue paw down Skylar’s cheek, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Or… does it make your cock twitch? Imagine your father, the mighty Verago, his legs spread, so you can suck his royal cock              all while Mateo and I flood him with so much seed than he will even
become pregnant           just like Zephyr over there" He nudged Zephyr’s with his blue fox tail.
 
 
"I... I do               " Skylar finally admit it. Mateo and Zuzo chuckled.
 Here is the complete story, "Jaquin Play," with all images and dialogue included, and all external links, file names, and references removed as requested.
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Jaquin Play (with Images)
Mateo paced nervously, his human form replaced by the sleek fur and sharp claws of a jaquin - a magical winged creature mix of jaguar macaw. He had transformed into thanks to a potion he brew years ago, he had given his last bottle to Elena as a gift but he didn't realize he had one left and thanks to a dream he had just yesterday, he decided to ask his animal guardian and to his surprise the answer wasn't exactly what the young mage could expect.
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(Image 1: A Red/Yellow Jaquin in flight indoors.)
He knew the risks, but the potential rewards were too great to ignore... Plus a personal dream will likely become reachable.
As the moon began to rise, casting a silver glow through the castle windows, the decision was made. He would summon the fox spirit, Zuzo. The room fell silent, anticipation thick in the air as Mateo chanted the spell, kind of surprised that even in his Jaquin form, he was able to perform magic. The looked over the pile of books next to the bookcase "Arrg Certainly I am not going to organize that in Jaquin form now" Mateo thought as performing the ritual spell for summoning one's chanul. Just this time, when the blue mist dispersed, it revealed Elena's animal spirit, hers being a mid-size fox, as all spirits, he gives away a blue cyan aura too.
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(Image 2: Ethereal blue fox spirit (Zuzo) from a rear view, with the legs of human figures in the foreground.)
The ethereal creature landed on the center of the table, turning around himself, stretching his legs as if just waking up. His stripes are located all along his body.
"Oh, I was expecting to see Mateo or Elena, but she is in her throne now and my stripes aren't shinning so all is fine who are you anyway?" Zuzo asked the 'Jaquin' in Mateo's studio. "Well I " Mateo's paws trembled a bit, kind of signaling his insecurity. "You just can't tell me you summoned me" As spirits, chanul are invisible to humans, including their own human counterparts. They are capable of disappearing and reappearing wherever they please. The only beings capable of seeing chanul are the wizards like Mateo that summon them or humans imbued with special magic like Elena.
Zuzo jumped from the table, clearly becoming tangible, Mateo's eyes glue to the fox's moves.
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(Image 3: Zuzo, the blue fox spirit, full body and tangible, looking over his shoulder.)
(Weeks ago ) Mateo was in his personal studio, searching around his bookcase, looking for an specific book. As soon as he finds it, he looked at the pile of discarded books he just piled next to the bookcase. "I will organize them later " He though while opening the book and looking for the page he was after "GOT IT!". Then, holding the book, the young wizard got close to a table where he chanted the spell as a blue mist come across the table to eventually materialized into an ethereal form of a chanul, a spirit animal that acts as guide to certain people, it was a believe that every person has one on the other side of the life, aka the Spirit Realm. And Mateo could freely summon either his own or other's as soon as it was a valid reason to chat to it.
And the young wizard certainly got one.....
As soon as the blue mist got clearer, it revealed Mateo's own chanul, in form of a sloth, giving away the spirit's characteristic cyan-blue aura glow around them and displaying some darker blue stripes on a part of their bodies. In this case, on its leg.
"Mateo!" The sloth greeted happily while tumbling around a bit "Long time no see" "Nice to see you too Cacahuate" Mateo greet back "Can I ask for advice form you?" "Of course, its my job after all what on your book-filled head? By the way you need to tide up the place a bit" "Yeah...." Mateo clears his throat "Its something I thing you can help me with " The yougn got closer to whisper something into the sloth's ethereal but now tangible/physical ear. "Ok I must admit that's clever, kind of dangerous but possible anyway, in fact I think it would be hilarious to see".
(Actual ) Mateo, the newly transformed Jaquin, couldn’t help but let his eyes roam over the male fox’s body. The creature was stunningly beautiful, with fur that shimmered like a gem in the candlelight and piercing eyes that seemed to bore into Mateo’s very soul. The heat grew within him, a primal and intense desire that was as new as the fur that now covered his skin.
He took a look at the letter he wrote before he decided to turn himself into a Jaquin, giving an excuse to disappear from the palace for at least two months... maybe more....
The fox spirit's form was sleek and alluring, with a tail that twitched teasingly as he watched the male Jaquin who seem to be a friend of Mateo. His eyes narrowed slightly, a silent challenge that sent a shiver down his spine. Mateo took a step closer, his paws barely touching the floor. He could smell Zuzo's scent now, wild and untamed filling the chamber. The ache within him grew stronger, a primal urge that was impossible to resist. He knew what he had to do.
Just hope Zuzo knew it too.....
With a low growl, Mateo closed the distance between them, his body tensing. He could feel the warmth radiating from him, and his own body responded instinctively. The room spun around him as his vision tunneled to the spot where their bodies would soon connect.
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(Image 4: A Jaquin (Mateo) mounting the blue fox spirit (Zuzo) from behind in an interior setting.)
Their gazes locked, and for a heartbeat, the world held its breath. Then, with a swift movement, Mateo mounted him, his new body moving with a grace that surprised even him. His eyes flashed with a mix of surprise and excitement, and he didn't resist as he positioned himself. The fox spirit's muscles tensed underneath him, and he let out a soft whine that was music to his ears.
As he thrust into, the sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt as a human, just more intense, more raw. The walls of the chamber seemed to shake with their passionate union, and the air was filled with the sounds of their panting breaths. Zuzo, the fox spirit, watched him with a knowing smile, his tail swishing gently from side to side. There was a coyness to his movements that was both infuriating and alluring. It was as if he could see the turmoil of emotions and desires within Mateo and was enjoying every moment of it. Mateo took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He knew what he had to do—what he wanted to do. The fox spirit’s form was mesmerizing, and the thought of feeling his body against his own sent shivers down his spine. He stepped closer, his paws barely making a sound on the cold stone floor.
With a grace that belied his new form, Mateo lowered himself to the ground, his tail arching high in the air. He leaned in, his nose brushing against the fox’s neck, taking in his scent. It was a declaration of intent, a silent promise of passion and pleasure.
Zuzo’s eyes half-closed in pleasure, and he leaned into the touch, his breath hot against Mateo’s fur. The air grew thicker, and the room seemed to shrink around them. The tension was unbearable, a tight coil ready to spring at any moment. The fox spirit’s body language was clear he was willing, eager even. Mateo felt his now animal instincts take over, his body moving almost of its own accord. He took a step back, his muscles coiling like a spring, and with a sudden burst of energy, he leaped into the air. He spun around, his tail trailing behind him like a ribbon of fire, and landed gracefully, his paws planted firmly on the ground. The display was not just for show; it was a declaration of his readiness, a promise of what was to come.
The jaquin’s movements were fluid, almost mesmerizing, as he circled around the fox, each wing-flap calculated to entice and provoke. The air was heavy with pheromones, a potent cocktail that spoke of mating rituals and primal urges. As he moved closer, his fur brushed against the fox’s, sending sparks of excitement through them both.
Zuzo’s smile grew wider, his teeth flashing in the candlelight. He took a step closer, and Mateo could feel the heat of his body. Their mating was not going to be gentle it was going to be raw and primal. The urge to dominate was strong, but so was the need to submit to the will of the spirit. As the tension reached its peak, Mateo knew that there was no turning back. He was going to take what he wanted, and he was going to do it with all the passion and fierceness of his new form.
Zuzo’s tail swished in excitement, the tip brushing against Mateo’s erection. It was a silent invitation, and one that he accepted without hesitation. With a low growl that rumbled through his chest, he pushed the fox onto his back, his paws pinning him down firmly.
Mateo’s body moving with a confidence that surprised him. Doing a graceful loop, his body curving like a dancer’s. It was a show of agility and strength, a silent challenge to the fox spirit to acknowledge his readiness. The fox’s smile widened, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He spun away, his tail flicking teasingly as he dashed across the room. Mateo’s eyes followed, his gaze lingering on the enticing sway of the fox’s hips.
Their bodies melded together, the spirit's now tangible/physical. His fur and flesh blending in a symphony. The fox’s tail wrapped around Mateo’s neck, pulling him closer, as he felt the heat of the spirit’s body pressing against his own. The fox’s scent grew stronger, driving him wild with need.
Mateo’s hind legs shifted, his cock seeking its target. The fox arched his back, presenting himself in a way that left no doubt as to his willingness. The tip of the Jaquin’s cock brushed against the tight ring of muscle, and he felt the fox spirit’s body quiver in response.
The moment of truth was upon them. Mateo took a deep breath, his heart pounding as he prepared to claim what his dream demand. He pushed, feeling the resistance give way as he entered the fox spirit’s warmth. A guttural sound of pleasure tore from his throat as their bodies connected in a way that defied description.
The fox spirit darted around a corner, and Mateo followed, his heart racing in his chest as he followed in hot pursuit. Zuzo’s eyes never left his, the challenge in them now replaced with something else, either it was surrender or acceptation. The fox’s body was tight, a perfect fit for the jaquin’s thick member. As Mateo began to thrust, he felt the fox’s muscles clench around him, drawing him in deeper.
Zuzo’s breaths came in short, sharp pants, and his eyes rolled back in his head. It was clear that Mateo’s dominance was not unwelcome.
Their movements grew more frantic, the air thick with the musk of arousal. The stone walls echoed with their grunts and growls, the very earth seeming to tremble beneath their paws. Mateo’s hind legs pushed hard against the floor, driving him deeper into the spirit with each thrust. His claws dug into the fox’s shoulders, holding him in place as he claimed him completely. The fox’s tail fluttered wildly, a testament to his excitement. Zuzo’s legs began to tremble, and Mateo knew he was close. He picked up the pace, driving into him harder and faster. The fox’s eyes snapped open, and he let out a howl that seemed to shake the very foundations of the castle.
With a final, powerful thrust, Mateo reached his peak, his seed spilling into the spirit’s body in a hot rush. The fox spirit’s muscles clamped down around him, milking every last drop, and the two of them remained locked together for a moment, panting and trembling with the aftershocks of their shared climax.
Slowly, Mateo pulled away, his cock slipping out with an obscene wet sound. He stepped back, watching as the fox slumped to the floor, panting and spent. There was a look of contentment on his face that made Mateo’s chest swell with pride.
But the night was not over yet....
Zuzo’s eyes gleamed with something new a fierce hunger that had not been there before. He pushed himself up, his legs trembling with the effort. With surprising strength, the fox turned, and now positioning himself behind the jaquin. Mateo felt the fox’s hot breath on his neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. A shiver of excitement ran down his spine, and he knew what was coming next. He had never been with a creature like this before, but his body knew what to do, knew how to respond. He lowered his hind end, presenting himself to the fox in a show of submission and desire.
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(Image 5: A blue fox spirit (Zuzo) mounting a Jaquin (Mateo) from behind in an interior setting.)
The fox’s canine cock, sheathed and slick with his own juices, slammed into Mateo without warning. He yowled in shock and pleasure, his body tightening around the invading length. The fox wasted no time in establishing his dominance, his hips moving rapidly into him with a ferocity that was both thrilling and overwhelming.
Mateo’s eyes rolled back in his head as he felt himself being filled over and over again. The fox’s claws dug into his sides, leaving trails of pain that only served to heighten the sensation. He pushed back, meeting every thrust with his own, urging the spirit to go deeper, faster. Zuzo’s eyes glinted with mischief as he got up on all fours, his tail swishing from side to side in a display of renewed vigor. He approached Mateo, his movements fluid and graceful. The fox spirit whispered something in a language that was ancient and filled with secrets, and Mateo felt a thrill run through him as he understood the words.
“What a nice feline you are,” the fox spirit purred, his eyes gleaming with amusement. Zuzo’s hindquarters began to thrust, his cock seeking entrance into the feline’s tight hole.
Mateo’s body responded instinctively, his tail lifting to allow the fox spirit better access. He felt the head of the spirit’s cock breach him, the sensation both foreign and exhilarating.
The fox spirit began to move, his hips jerking with surprising force. Mateo’s body was pushed forward, his front paws digging into the cold stone as he was taken from behind. The pleasure was intense, a sharp contrast to the gentle union they had shared moments ago. Zuzo’s grip tightened, his teeth sinking gently into the back of Mateo’s neck. It was a possessive move, one that sent shivers down the feline’s spine. The fox’s movements grew more urgent, his hips slamming into Mateo with a force that was both painful and exhilarating.
Mateo’s own hind legs began to move in tandem with the fox’s, pushing back to meet each thrust. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a raw and primal symphony that seemed to resonate with the very essence of their beings.
The fox spirit’s breath was hot against his ear, his voice a low growl as he whispered words of power and lust. Mateo’s body responded in kind, his muscles tensing and releasing in time with the spirit’s movements. Zuzo’s tail thumped the ground lazily, and he looked up at the jaquin with a twinkle in his eye. “That was quite the performance, my dear,” he said, his voice a low, throaty purr.
Mateo couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’ve never felt anything quite like that before this place is cozy but It would be better if we go to someplace more natural” "Hmmm there is a forest nearby, we could go there " "Good idea, after you " Zuzo said after Mateo fly out the door to then out the window to the forest, Zuzo running below him close by.
The forest was alive with the sounds of nocturnal creatures, their calls and cries a symphony that filled the air. The moon cast a silver glow through the trees, bathing everything in a soft, ethereal light. The air was cool and clean, a stark contrast to the stuffy, incense-laden chambers of the castle.
Zuzo stopped at a small clearing, his tail swishing in excitement. “Here, we can truly run free,” he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
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(Image 6: Two Jaquins (one Orange/Blue, one Green/Yellow) standing on a rock, non-mating, front view, in a lush jungle setting at sunset.)
But just as they were about to start another mating session, a faint sound reached their ears. It was a moan, low and mournful, echoing through the trees. It was not the cry of a creature in pain but the sound of someone or something in the throes of ecstasy.
Curiosity piqued, they approached the source of the noise cautiously. Peering through the dense foliage, they spotted another figure, a male jaquin with his back arched, paws moving rhythmically over his own cock.
It was Skylar, a fellow guardian. His eyes were closed, lost in his own world, oblivious to their presence. His fur was ruffled, his breathing ragged, and it was clear he had no idea he had an audience. Mateo felt a strange mix of emotions, arousal, certainly, but also a sudden sense of camaraderie. He recognized the need in Skylar’s eyes, the same need that had driven him to seek out the fox spirit. Without a word, he stepped forward, his own cock standing proud once more. Skylar’s eyes snapped open in surprise, and for a moment, there was a flash of embarrassment. But it was quickly replaced by something else, deeper desire.
The two male jaquins stared at each other for a heartbeat, understanding passing between them without a word spoken. This was not a challenge but an invitation.
Zuzo, ever the trickster, took a step back, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Ah, it seems we have another player in our game,” he said, his voice a low, seductive purr.
Skylar’s gaze flicked to the fox spirit and then back to Mateo. He licked his lips, his eyes darkening with need. With a nod, he turned, presenting himself to Mateo, his tail lifting in submission. Mateo’s cock was already hard again at the sight of his 'fellow', and he approached with a sense of excitement that was new and thrilling. He hadn’t anticipated this turn of events, but he was not about to pass up the opportunity. With a gentle nudge, he pushed against Skylar’s hips, urging him to move into a more suitable position. The male jaquin complied, his legs spreading wider, his paws digging into the soft earth of the forest floor. The sound of leaves crunching and fur brushing together was a delicious symphony of anticipation.
Mateo positioned himself, the tip of his cock nudging against the tight opening that was already glistening with Skylar’s excitement. He watched the play of emotions across the other jaquin’s face desire, apprehension, and a hint of challenge. He knew this was a moment neither of them would forget.
With a deep breath, he pushed forward, feeling the heat and tightness of Skylar’s body as he entered him, his dick slipped in with easy, proving that Skylar was having 'fun' before they get there.
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(Image 7: Two Jaquins (one Orange/Blue, one Green/Yellow) mating on a rock in a lush jungle setting at sunset.)
The male guardian let out a low growl of pleasure that was echoed by the fox spirit’s chuckle. The three of them were locked in a dance as old as the forest itself, an act of lust and power. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, their cries of pleasure blending with the night sounds. The fox spirit watched with rapt attention, his tail swishing in time with their rhythm. The sight of two such powerful creatures joined in passion was an erotic spectacle that fueled his own desire.
The scent of arousal grew stronger, a potent aphrodisiac that seemed to fill the very air around them. The forest itself seemed to pulse with life, drawn in by their mating. The trees leaned closer, their branches swaying as if to encourage the lovers on. As Mateo’s thrusts grew more urgent, Skylar reached back, his paws digging into the dirt, his eyes never leaving Mateo’s. There was something primal in that look, something that spoke of a bond that went beyond friendship or duty.
Zuzo’s eyes gleamed, his own arousal growing with every passing second. He knew when to observe and when to participate, and the moment was ripe for the latter. He stepped closer, his own cock now fully erect, the tip glistening with precum.
Without breaking their rhythm, Mateo leaned down, his tongue flicking out to taste the fox spirit’s arousal. The salty sweetness of it only served to drive him higher, his hips pumping harder and faster. Skylar’s whimpers grew louder, his body trembling with each impact.
Zuzo smiled, he always thought Jaquins were sexy kitties, as he leaned in, his breath warm against Mateo’s ear. “Take him, my pet. Claim him as yours, as I have claimed you,” he whispered, his voice a sultry promise of more to come.
Mateo approached Skylar, his own arousal evident in every step. Skylar, for his part, seemed torn between shock and excitement. But when Mateo leaned in, his teeth grazing the other jaquin’s ear, the decision was made. With a whimper, Skylar rolled onto his back, exposing his feline ass and exposed dick the night air.
Mateo’s cock twitched in anticipation as he took in the sight before him. He could see the desire in Skylar’s eyes, the need that mirrored his own. It was a heady feeling, to know that he could give this pleasure, to take what he wanted. With a grace that seemed almost unreal, Mateo mounted Skylar, his cock sliding into the other male without hesitation. The two of them moved together, a pile of fur and claws and teeth. The fox watched them with a knowing smile, his own arousal clear in the way his tail twitched back and forth. Skylar’s paws scraped at the ground, his body arching to meet Mateo’s every thrust. The fox spirit’s eyes never left them, his gaze a silent encouragement to take things further. And so, as they moved together, Mateo reached out with his tail, brushing it against Skylar’s protruding cock.
The male jaquin’s eyes widened in pleasure, his body jerking at the unexpected touch. He looked to the fox, who nodded his approval, a mischievous spark in his eyes. With newfound confidence, Mateo began to stroke Skylar’s cock in time with his thrusts, feeling the other male’s muscles tighten around him.
Their movements grew more frenzied, the sounds of skin on fur and the wet slap of their coupling filling the air. The forest itself seemed to hold its breath, watching the trio with a silent, hungry gaze. And as they reached their peak, all three of them coming together in a symphony of pleasure, they knew that this was only the beginning.
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(Image 8: Three figures (two Jaquins and a fox spirit) engaged in a mating trio in a forest clearing.)
Skylar’s eyes rolled back in his head, his breaths coming in ragged pants as Mateo’s cock plunged into him again and again. The feeling of the fox spirit’s tail brushing against his body was like a caress from an unseen lover, adding to the sensory overload.
“Good kitty,” purred Zuzo, his eyes glinting with amusement and lust. He watched intently, his tail swishing faster as the two jaquins approached their climax. His own arousal was clear, his cock standing proud and glistening in the moonlight.
Mateo’s strokes grew more confident, his body moving in a rhythm that seemed to resonate with the very earth beneath them. He could feel Skylar’s orgasm building, the male’s body tensing and quivering with each thrust. With a final, powerful stroke, Mateo reached his peak, his seed spurting deep inside Skylar as the other male let out a strangled cry, his cock moving under the fox’s gentle ministrations.
The clearing was filled with the scent of their mating, a potent musk that seemed to make the very air thick with lust. They collapsed together, a tangle of fur and limbs, panting and spent.
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(Image 9: Two Jaquins in a missionary position, with a third figure (the fox spirit) lying next to them, paws touching the Jaquin on the bottom.)
Zuzo stepped closer, his tail still moving in that slow, hypnotic pattern. He reached out, his paws deftly tracing lines along Skylar’s flank, the touch light and teasing. The male jacin shivered, his eyes slitting open to watch the fox spirit with a mix of desire and curiosity. Zuzo’s paws continued to roam over Skylar’s body, now tracing patterns on his exposed stomach. His touch was feather-light, yet it sent shivers through Skylar’s fur. Meanwhile, Mateo had shifted into a missionary position, his cock buried deep inside Skylar, his eyes gleaming with a newfound sense of dominance.
Zuzo’s paws wandered over Skylar’s body, tracing the contours of his muscles with a gentle yet insistent touch. The fox spirit’s movements grew more deliberate as he reached Skylar’s belly, his claws lightly raking the soft fur. Skylar’s breath hitched, his body responding to the sensation with a shiver that ran from his nose to the tip of his tail. Mateo’s paws gripped Skylar’s hips, holding him in place as he claimed him, their bodies moving in a dance that was as ancient as the stars above. The fox’s touch grew more possessive, his claws digging in slightly, a silent reminder of the power dynamics at play.
Mateo took his place over Skylar, his cock once again slick with need as he positioned himself to enter the male jaquin’s willing body. The fox spirit’s touch grew bolder, his paws roaming over Skylar’s exposed stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Skylar moaned softly, his eyes never leaving Mateo’s, a silent plea for more. The sensation was exquisite, a mix of pleasure and pain that seemed to sharpen his senses even further. The fox’s tail continued its hypnotic dance, teasing and tickling Skylar’s cock, keeping him on the edge of orgasm. Zuzo’s paws continued to roam over Skylar’s body, his touch gentle yet commanding. He traced the lines of his abs with a knowing smile, his claws scraping lightly against the soft fur, eliciting a whine of pleasure from the male feline. Skylar’s legs were spread wide, his body open and vulnerable to Mateo’s powerful thrusts.
Mateo’s eyes were alight with a fierce possessiveness as he claimed Skylar, his hips bouncing in a steady rhythm that spoke of his dominance. The fox spirit’s touch was a heady mix of pain and pleasure, a reminder that they were all bound by the same instinctual need.
Skylar’s moans grew louder as Mateo’s cock plunged into him, the sensation of fullness and submission overwhelming. His paws clutched at the grass, his body writhing beneath the other two, lost in the intensity of the moment. The mere thought of being fucked sent a thrill through him that was almost too much to bear.
But it was the look in Mateo’s eyes that truly sealed his fate. There was something primal, something irresistible in the way the jaquin stared down at him, his own eyes glazed with desire. Skylar knew, without a doubt, that he was being satisfied as well.
Skylar whimpered, his body trembling as Mateo’s cock slammed into him, filling him completely. He felt the fox’s paws, softer than any he’d ever felt before, caressing his belly. With a growl of triumph, Mateo slammed into Skylar, his hips moving with a ferocity that was both thrilling and terrifying. The male jaquin’s eyes widened, a cry torn from his throat as he was filled once more. The fox spirit’s touch grew more insistent, his claws digging into Skylar’s flesh as he watched the rapture play out before him.
The sight of Skylar’s submission was thrilling, a reminder of his own encounter with the fox spirit. He knew that he too could lose himself in the heat of the moment, becoming a small kitty.
Zuzo leaned down, his teeth grazing the tender skin of Skylar’s neck. The male jacin trembled, his eyes closing in anticipation. With a quick snap, the fox spirit bit down, marking him as his own. A sharp cry of pleasure pierced the night, and Mateo could see the bite marks already forming, a visible sign of their union. The three of them continued, their bodies moving in motion as they give themselves to pleasure. The fox’s touch grew more insistent, his paws pushing Skylar’s legs apart. The male jaquin whimpered, his body shaking with desire, as he offered himself up to be claimed once more.
Mateo took his place beside them, his tail swishing with excitement. He knew that he was part of this trio now, that his fate was tied to theirs in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying. As the fox spirit’s cock slid into Skylar’s waiting hole, Mateo leaned in, his tongue tracing a path along the other male’s jaw, tasting the salt of his sweat.
Mateo, fueled by the raw instincts of his jaquin form, plunged into Skylar once more, his hips moving in a wild, erratic rhythm. Skylar’s moans grew louder, his body arching in pleasure with every thrust. The fox, ever the master of guidance, climbed onto the male jaquin’s back, his lithe body straddling Skylar’s shoulders.
“Good kitty,” he whispered in Skylar’s ear, his hot breath sending shivers down the male’s spine. “Good pet,” he cooed, nipping at the soft fur around Skylar’s neck. The words were like a spell, reducing Skylar to a quivering mess beneath them.
Zuzo’s tail wrapped around Skylar’s throat, a gentle yet firm reminder of his place. He leaned down, capturing Skylar’s mouth in a deep, demanding kiss that left the male panting for air. His tongue danced with Skylar’s, a tease of what was to come. The taste of the fox spirit was unlike anything Skylar had ever experienced it was like tasting the essence of the forest itself, it made sense as Zuzo's guide nature. Mateo’s thrusts grew more forceful, his body moving with the instinctual need of an animal in heat. He could feel Skylar’s muscles clenching around him, the male’s paws digging into the soft earth as he was claimed over and over again. The sound of their mating filled the clearing.
His hips continued to buck against Skylar’s, the two of them locked in a feral embrace as he filled the male feline with his essence. With a low growl, Mateo bit down on Skylar’s neck, claiming him as his own. The bite was not hard enough to draw blood, but it was a declaration of dominance, a promise of protection. Skylar’s body quivered with pleasure, and he pushed back against the fox, his muscles relaxing to allow entry. Skylar’s eyes rolled back in his head, his body shuddering with the force of his own climax. The feel of Mateo’s teeth sinking into his neck was unexpected, but the sensation sent a bolt of pure ecstasy through him. He cried out, his body arching as he spilled his seed between his paws, the warmth of it mixing with the damp earth beneath them.
The bite was not one of pain but of possession, a mark that claimed Skylar as Mateo’s in the most primal way possible. And as the pleasure subsided, leaving them both gasping for breath. Zuzo stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with an inner fire. He reached out with one paw, stroking the side of Skylar’s face with a tenderness that belied his mischievous nature. The male jaquin leaned into the touch, his eyes fluttering closed as he basked in the warmth of the fox’s affection.
Mateo’s cock throbbed as he pulled out of Skylar, the sensation of emptiness briefly overwhelming before it was replaced by a renewed need. He watched as the fox spirit stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Without a word, he positioned himself behind the male jaquin, his cock nudging against the tight opening that had so recently been filled by Mateo.
The night's intense passion in the forest finally gave way to a moment of quiet reflection and shared companionship. They remained close for a moment, the two Jaquins standing side-by-side on the mossy rock, sharing a deep breath of the forest air as Zuzo watched them, a satisfied spirit.
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(Image 10: Two Jaquins (one Orange/Blue, one Green/Yellow) standing on a rock, mating, side view, in a lush jungle setting at sunset.)
Zuzo’s cock slid in with surprising ease, a testament to the male jacin’s readiness.
The pair began their final, intense rhythm in the cold stone room, the Jaquin driven by pure instinct and the fox spirit ensuring his pleasure.


On the next year as a form to retribute his brother Skylar was going to mate again with him…
Without a spoken word, their eyes locked in mutual understanding. Skylar felt the sudden, desperate urge to confirm their bond, to forge their energy into a single weapon before they plunged into what might be their final battle. He needed to know, physically, that Nico's heart and soul were locked with his.
Skylar reached out a massive paw and hooked it around Nico's muscular neck, pulling him hard against his chest. It was a brief, violent embrace, filled with the desperation of soldiers before the final charge. Nico didn't flinch; he pressed back instantly, his body a trembling coil of tension and readiness, accepting the necessary fuel.
Skylar drove his muzzle into Nico's, a savage, consuming kiss that tasted of iron, fear, and the promise of ultimate, brutal victory. Their tongues wrestled desperately, a mirror of the battle raging around them, desperate to taste the life and fire of the other, to consume and be consumed.
They broke apart only for a second, their heads resting against one another's shoulders. Then, Skylar shifted. He pressed his hips against Nico’s flank, a powerful, forceful motion that was immediately answered by Nico’s desperate, hungry arching.
The need was immediate, a sharp, clean strike of pleasure in the face of death. They were surrounded by destruction, by the infinite cold of the Shadow Weavers, but their focus was entirely internal, a tiny, burning point of life and heat. Skylar moved with a furious, driving rhythm, not for comfort, but for the fierce, necessary discharge of their combined, stored energy.
Nico bit down hard on Skylar's shoulder, a muffled cry tearing from his throat, his powerful paws scraping the loose stone beneath them as he fought for purchase. He felt the raw, unbridled power of Skylar's desire, the overwhelming force that demanded his focus, forcing him to forget the swirling shadows and the terrible cold. He met Skylar’s every push with his own desperate, hungry movement, pouring his own life force into the shared act.
The climax was brief, intense, and utterly life-affirming. A blinding flash of pure, golden light, focused and instantaneous, radiated from their entangled bodies—a surge of concentrated Jaquin spirit energy. Skylar roared, a sound of pure, unadulterated power and release, and Nico’s answering cry was swallowed by the magical noise.
The raw, unified energy released by their union slammed into the Shadow Weavers’ shield, creating a single, narrow, shimmering crack that screamed against the dark magic.
“NOW! GO!” Skylar roared, pulling away instantly, the primal act having instantly refueled their bodies and sharpened their minds to an impossible degree.
They launched themselves through the tiny fissure—Skylar using his enormous weight to widen the breach, Nico's agility taking him directly to the ritualists. The battle that followed was brief and decisive, powered by the potent, focused magic of their shared, desperate act. The ritual was broken, the dark magic dissipated into harmless smoke, and the Pillar of Chanul was safe, thrumming with renewed, stable energy.
Nico began to gently clean Skylar's fur with his muzzle, licking away the dust, the faint metallic taste of old magic, and the residue of exhaustion. It was a simple, profound gesture of care, loyalty, and quiet ownership. Skylar sighed, sinking down onto the cool stone, surrendering his entire, exhausted weight to the comfort and devotion of the act.
Skylar turned, returning the favor, carefully preening the smaller jaquin’s coat, feather by feather. The rhythmic, soothing motion was an act of complete, unconditional intimacy, a shared language that transcended the need for words or even magic—it was the pure language of the pack.
The resulting arousal was not an explosion of heat, but a slow, profound, burning warmth that spread through their weary limbs. It was the deepest, most gentle form of desire—the need for profound, physical peace, healing, and confirmation after a period of intense war and magical confusion.
Skylar used a feather from his own wing to lightly brush Nico’s chest, a soft, intimate tickle that made Nico purr deeply, his eyes closing in utter contentment. Nico reached up and gently placed his paw on Skylar’s cheek, guiding the massive head down for a soft, lingering kiss—a kiss of commitment and deep, quiet love.
Nico slowly rolled onto his back on the smooth, wet stone, exposing his vulnerable belly to the cool mist, a final gesture of absolute trust and safety in his leader. Skylar understood. He moved slowly, deliberately, his every movement expressing careful, abiding affection and profound respect for the surrender.
He pressed his body against Nico's, a gentle, comforting weight, shielding him from the world. Their bodies were exhausted, but their connection was an endless wellspring of energy. Skylar began to move with a tender, rhythmic grace, a slow, sensual dance of deep connection. It was quiet, peaceful, and utterly absorbing—the quiet affirmation of their love.
Nico let out soft, contented chirps, his eyes staring up at the canopy of leaves above. Every muscle ached, but the sensation of Skylar's body moving with his own was the ultimate balm, dissolving the tension left by the battle and the unexpected magical intrusion. This was their new reality—a bond forged in command, tempered by battle, and sealed by this shared, beautiful intimacy.
The climax was a mutual, slow-motion wave of pleasure, so gentle it almost felt like falling into a deep, protected sleep. Skylar collapsed on top of Nico, not with weight, but with a total, loving surrender, his head resting heavily on Nico's chest, listening to the strong, steady beating of his heart.
Nico, utterly spent but completely at peace, simply held him, his tail draping protectively over Skylar's back. This was not the fire of instinct or the desperation of battle; this was home, the safe, quiet center of their tumultuous lives.
The sun began to rise, painting the waterfall in shades of gold and rose. Skylar eventually lifted his head, his golden eyes filled with profound contentment and a restored sense of self.
"We need to return," he rumbled, his voice soft, the commanding tone mellowed by peace. "But first..." He nuzzled Nico one last time, a promise of a future where these moments of peace and connection would become their sanctuary.
Nico smiled, a small, genuine jaquin smile. "First, we rest. And then we fly, together."
They rested for another hour, two figures of peace in the rising morning light, their bodies intertwined, a testament to the powerful, untamed magic of the Jaquin Play and the enduring strength of a bond built on respect and devotion.
Mateo's laughter—rich, wild, and wholly untamed—reverberated across the watchtower, the sound a physical manifestation of the primal magic that now fueled him. The kiss, unexpected and potent, had not only jolted Skylar but had thrown his carefully constructed control into absolute chaos. His great body was rigid, the heavy, sensitive muscles along his flank twitching with the desperate energy of a leader whose stability had been momentarily usurped.
The Overload of Instinct
Skylar felt the raw pull of Mateo's magical dominance, a confusing, seductive force that blurred the lines of authority and affection. His mind, usually sharp and decisive, was splintered between the primal urge to submit to the greater magical power and the core loyalty to his pack and his mate. The scent of Mateo—ozone, old parchment, and the dizzying musk of a freshly transformed Jaquin—was an intoxicating, destabilizing poison. He felt his primal self rising, his enormous, feathered wings shuddering as they fought the urge to wrap possessively around the mage-jaquin. His entire being screamed for immediate, grounding release from this chaotic, beautiful terror. He needed to be anchored, but Mateo's energy threatened to rip that anchor free.
But before that powerful, confused instinct could fully take hold, a stabilizing force intervened—the familiar, constant truth of his bond.
Nico, who had been stirring nearby, watched the entire exchange with eyes that missed nothing. He saw the genuine, beautiful savagery in Mateo's glee, but more importantly, he saw the frantic, distressed pulse of confusion radiating off Skylar in sharp, painful waves. His leader, his mate, was overwhelmed, thrown off-center by the mage’s chaotic, powerful influence. With the immediate, silent understanding of an inseparable partner, Nico knew the only cure was the absolute, physical truth of their shared bond, a reality that transcended any temporary magical confusion.
Nico rose, his movements fluid and intentional, radiating an aura of calm, unwavering commitment. His gaze was locked on Skylar, a silent, powerful claim that cut through the noise of Mateo’s magic. He bypassed the still-chuckling Mateo and the observing Zuzo, focusing solely on the large, trembling form of his leader. Nico pressed his head firmly against Skylar's heaving chest, a silent, forceful demand for attention, a wordless command: Look at me. Remember what is real.
"Release the magic, Skylar. Focus on this," Nico purred, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that spoke directly to Skylar's core instincts, grounding him instantly. The sound, a mix of possessive authority and tender reassurance, was the key that unlocked Skylar's focus.
Skylar let out a deep, chest-shaking breath, the chaotic tension instantly snapping into focused, raw need. The intrusion was over; the bond was being called back to authority. With a sudden surge of grateful intensity, Skylar pushed Mateo away with a powerful, dismissive shove of his paw—a firm rejection of the chaotic path—then turned his entire, massive body to Nico. He buried his muzzle in Nico's neck fur, inhaling the familiar, comforting scent of pine, ozone, and pure, unwavering commitment.
Mating and Knotting: The Confirmed Bond
With the urgency of command and the depth of profound relief, Skylar responded to Nico’s silent call. He lowered his massive head and licked the smaller jaquin’s neck, a powerful, possessive lick that left the fur flat and slick against Nico's muscles. This was not a plea; it was a reaffirmation of ownership and shared responsibility. Nico instantly arched his back, a high-pitched cry of readiness escaping his throat as he pushed his hips upward, offering himself completely.
Skylar mounted, his immense weight settling over Nico's powerful haunches like a heavy, necessary cloak. He braced his forepaws on the stone on either side of Nico's body, his golden coat shimmering in the dim light. Nico's tail curled up and away, a willing invitation as Skylar's great, fully distended member, slick and pulsing from the recent arousal, found the entrance beneath his packmate's tail.
The penetration was swift and deep, driven by the immediate, desperate need to occupy and be occupied, to replace magical confusion with physical truth. Nico gasped, a shockwave of pleasure and pain tearing through his body as Skylar plunged into him, finding the yielding warmth that had been prepared by their previous unions. The depth was agonizingly perfect, and Skylar let out a low, guttural growl of pure, guttural satisfaction, his eyes squeezing shut with the raw intensity of the physical connection.
Skylar began to thrust, deep and rhythmic, his movements a fierce declaration of ownership and love. He moved with a speed and power born of adrenaline and the need to purge the magical disruption, driving them both toward a necessary, focused release. Nico met every powerful stroke, his claws digging lightly into the cold stone for purchase, his own hips bucking upward to take Skylar deeper still. The internal friction, heightened by the texture of their knotting organs, was a glorious sensory overload, building to an impossible, beautiful peak of shared energy. Nico's breath hitched into short, sweet gasps as the pressure mounted, his mind clearing entirely of all but the sensation of being utterly taken and held by his leader.
The climax hit them simultaneously—a wave of pure, physical sensation that momentarily eclipsed the entire world, snapping the last threads of magical chaos. Skylar’s body locked up, a shuddering roar tearing from his throat as he poured his seed deep within Nico. He felt the warm, satisfying pulse of his essence filling his mate, a physical seal of their bond. As he released, the base of his penis swelled, forming the unmistakable, immutable knot of their species.
The knot locked them together, a final, inescapable commitment, solidifying their physical and magical circuit. Both jaquins sank onto their bellies, their powerful muscles utterly spent, their chests heaving with labored breaths. The sound of the knot securing them was a low, thick thud that spoke volumes of their unwavering, physical, and emotional commitment. For a long, intense period, they were physically bound, allowing the last vestiges of the confusing magical energy and battle stress to dissolve entirely into the warmth of their shared proximity.
Dismount and Ass-to-Ass Recovery: The Quiet Peace
The physical bonding lasted for what felt like an eternity, a necessary pause for true internal recalibration, allowing their hearts to slow and their breaths to even out. Finally, with a slight internal shift, the knot softened and released. Skylar pulled out slowly, the wet, stretching sound of the withdrawal followed by the sudden, heavy pressure relief. The sensation of emptiness was immediately countered by the deep satisfaction of the bond having been renewed and secured.
Skylar didn't move far. With careful, exhausted grace, he slid off Nico's back. He then used his massive front paw to gently nudge Nico's flank, his touch a gesture of profound tenderness and care.
"Turn," Skylar whispered, his voice hoarse with exertion but thick with tenderness. The word carried the weight of a gentle, intimate command.
Nico, utterly spent and moving only by instinct, complied. He used his forepaws to pivot his body, turning until he was resting with his back pressed completely against Skylar's front, forming a perfect, comforting curve—the ass-to-ass recovery position.
This position was one of ultimate trust and dependency, the signature posture of a deeply committed jaquin pair after profound exertion. Skylar’s powerful chest and core protected Nico's vulnerable rear, a shield against the world, while Nico's warmth and stillness grounded Skylar's hyper-alert senses. They were perfectly aligned, the warmth of their bodies touching from the base of their tails to the tips of their shoulders, their hearts beating in synchronicity, finally at peace. The rhythmic press of their backs was a slow, steady pulse of we are safe, we are one.
Mateo’s Final Understanding
Mateo, having witnessed the powerful, necessary act of biological and emotional recalibration, watched silently. His chaotic laughter had died in his throat, replaced by a profound, humbling respect. He saw that the true power of the jaquins lay not just in their magnificent forms or their shared magic, but in their absolute need for this physical, primal confirmation. He understood now. The 'play' was less about chaos and more about the absolute, physical truth required to maintain the stability of their pack—a necessary, biological reset button.
Zuzo, the fox spirit, rubbed his head affectionately against Mateo’s paw, his eyes shimmering with silent approval. "You gave him the choice, Mateo. And he chose his bond. That's the core of the Jaquin, Sorcerer. The chaos only proves the bond's strength."
Skylar and Nico rested in their silent, intimate embrace, the magic of their shared bond having completely neutralized Mateo’s chaotic energy. Their hearts slowed, and the scent of ozone and arousal gave way to the deep, comforting musk of shared contentment. The pack was whole, its core bond reaffirmed, and they were finally safe to rest, their bodies and minds stabilized by the fierce, beautiful necessity of their union. The threat was external, but the solution was always, and intimately, internal.
The core of the matter was biological; a fierce, inevitable law of the Jaquin form. Skylar and Nico had been locked together, the immense pressure of the knot sealing their intense union, a physical lock against all external and internal chaos. Now, after the necessary period of stillness that followed their simultaneous, earth-shaking climax, the biological mandate was fulfilled. The moment of release began not with a jerk or a shift, but with a profound, internal softening.
Skylar felt the intense, solid pressure at the base of his connection begin to recede, a slow, viscous process of deflation that signaled the transition from absolute, unified power to renewed, separate exhaustion. It was a sensation both deeply satisfying and achingly tender—the heavy, throbbing fullness of his member gradually yielding its engorged shape, shrinking infinitesimally within the warm, slick containment of Nico. The muscles of his hindquarters, which had been locked in a rigid spasm of post-climax effort, now began to tremble with the relief of slackness, aching for rest that still had to be earned through movement.
A low, shared groan, more of deep contentment than pain, escaped both their muzzles. It was the sound of bodies acknowledging a return to the physical, a tacit agreement that the necessary work was done. Skylar’s breath, which had been caught high in his chest, finally rushed out in a long, shuddering sigh, his immense, feathered wings—previously spread wide in the act of command—now settling heavier and more limp against Nico’s sides. The immediate, urgent purpose of their connection was gone, replaced by a lingering, comforting warmth that spoke of security and profound, enduring ownership. The complex maneuver of dismount was about to begin, starting with the quiet, gradual release of the most intimate physical bond.
The knot was gone, but the connection remained, demanding a meticulous, respectful withdrawal. Skylar, still immensely heavy and utterly spent, knew the first move was the most delicate: he had to ease his substantial weight off Nico’s spine while simultaneously beginning the slow, backward withdrawal of his member. Any abruptness could startle Nico or cause an unpleasant, jarring sensation that would break the fragile peace earned by their deep union.
He began the process with his powerful haunches. The golden-striped muscles twitched, engaging just enough to allow a minimal, inching movement. The sensation was profoundly intimate: the slow, gradual separation of skin against skin, the internal warmth giving way to the cool wash of air as the heavy, slick tissue began its slow journey outward. The sound of the separation was a low, stretching slurp—a sound thick and wet, magnified in the quiet sanctity of the aerie. Skylar focused entirely on keeping the movement fluid and linear, his mind narrowed down to the pure mechanical task.
Nico, still largely passive and exhausted beneath the alpha’s mass, instinctively assisted. His internal muscles, which had held Skylar so tightly during the climax, now gave way, yielding slightly to ease the friction. The subtle, yielding nature of his mate was a profound comfort, allowing Skylar to continue the slow, steady recession. The final moments of the withdrawal—the wet pop as the last, heavy inch of Skylar’s shaft pulled free—left a searing, intense ache of emptiness that was immediately compensated by the dense, comforting pressure of Skylar’s body still lying heavy atop Nico’s flanks. The task of dismount was now fully engaged, transitioning from internal release to external, physical choreography.
With the withdrawal complete, the next critical step was the redistribution of Skylar's immense weight. He could not execute the complex rotational pivot while balanced on his knees; he needed stability, and that meant anchoring his forepaws and transferring the gravitational load entirely to his front half.
Skylar shifted his powerful shoulders forward, sliding a minimal distance up Nico's back, a movement that created a new, intense sensory friction—the brush of his thick chest fur against Nico's neck and shoulders. He focused his energy into his forelimbs, which were already bent and braced on the cold, hard stone of the aerie floor. The muscles in his massive shoulders bulged, taking on the burden of the alpha's entire weight. This was a necessary moment of acute physical strain, demanding fine motor control even in deep exhaustion.
He planted his great forepaws firmly, claws extended just enough to grip the stone without scraping it, creating an immovable tripod with his two braced front paws and Nico’s yielding body as the central anchor point. Now, suspended over Nico’s back, Skylar was balanced—his hindquarters and legs were momentarily weightless, hanging free, wet, and heavy. This momentary suspension was critical. It was the pause before the dance, the split second where the power shifted entirely from the center of his hips to the steel of his shoulders, freeing the lower half of his body to initiate the complex, rotational movement that would bring them into the ass-to-ass recovery posture. The shift was complete: the Alpha was now perfectly braced, ready to pivot.
The sharp sting of withdrawal lingered, a sudden, jarring emptiness where intense pressure had just resided. For Skylar, the physical sensation was a phantom ache in the newly vacated space, the heavy tissues of his member pulsing faintly as they returned to their resting, yet still engorged, state. A single, pearlescent drop of mixed fluid beaded at the tip, catching the faint dawn light before dripping silently onto Nico's fur. This final drop served as a stark, visceral reminder of the depth of the commitment just exchanged.
For Nico, the sensation was one of profound, internal expansion giving way to a cool, stretching emptiness. His inner musculature, which had contracted so completely during Skylar's climax, now relaxed, slick and warm with their shared essence. He felt the absence keenly, a sudden lack of grounding pressure that momentarily left him feeling hollowed out, floating slightly beneath the immense weight still pressing down on his back. The warmth, however, was immediately replaced by the focused pressure of Skylar’s forelimbs anchoring and the new, powerful tension in the alpha's shoulder muscles as the weight shifted forward. This shift of mass became a new focus, a comforting anchor that reassured him: Skylar is still here, fully present, only relocating. The transfer of weight was an intentional, non-verbal act of communication, replacing the language of internal pressure with the language of external support and dominance.
This moment of suspended animation, where one profound feeling had ended and the next had not yet begun, was characterized by the sound of their labored breathing slowly evening out. The silence was heavy, punctuated only by the soft shhh-shhh of their feathered wings rustling against each other, settling from the frenzy of arousal into the exhausted calm of recovery.
With his forepaws securely anchored, Skylar’s attention shifted to the immense, now-free weight of his hindquarters. This was the start of the pivot—the deliberate, controlled hip gyration that would turn his body 180 degrees and bring him into alignment with Nico's rear. This movement was not a simple lift; it required a complex, segmented muscle engagement, moving the large mass with deliberate slowness to avoid disturbing Nico.
The motion began deep in the core, the powerful stabilizer muscles around his pelvis engaging first. Skylar gently rotated his hips counter-clockwise, initiating the turn. The movement was subtle at first, maybe a quarter of an inch, but the effect was immediate. The soft fur of his inner thigh and the slick, warm tissue of his scrotal region began to brush laterally against Nico's powerful flank, creating a delicate, drawn-out sensory friction that caused a low, pleasurable shiver to run through Nico’s exhausted body.
Skylar felt this reaction beneath him—a slight tensing and relaxation of Nico's deep lumbar muscles—and responded by slowing the gyration further, savoring the intimate, lingering contact. The rotation was less about speed and more about continuity, a slow, methodical grind designed to maximize the feeling of secure, protective proximity. He leaned his weight slightly into the turn, ensuring that the pressure remained constant and comforting, transforming the act of dismounting into a secondary, more tender form of sensory confirmation. The great golden haunches began to traverse the space above Nico’s midsection, marking the first major rotation of the sequence.
The gyration continued, pulling Skylar’s body across the center line of Nico’s spine. This was the moment of maximum lateral contact, where the warmth of Skylar's immense flank fully traversed Nico's body. Skylar's weight, entirely supported by his forepaws, now pressed down, but horizontally, creating an unusual, profound sense of being covered and contained for Nico.
The sensory friction was intense. The long, dense fur on Skylar’s stomach—still damp and musk-laden from their recent union—swept across the length of Nico’s outer hip and flank. The texture was a coarse-silk massage, a drag of immense weight that pressed down lightly on the muscles, stimulating every nerve ending in Nico’s skin. The residual slickness of the withdrawal acted as a lubricant, making the movement fluid and silent, yet profoundly tactile.
Skylar consciously controlled his descent to maintain this perfect brush. He allowed his inner thigh to linger for a fraction of a second longer as it crossed over the highest point of Nico's pelvic bone, maximizing the sensation of crossing the intimate axis. This movement ensured that the physical contact never truly broke, replacing the deep, internal connection with a broad, external, protective covering. Nico exhaled slowly, a soft, purring sound that acknowledged the pleasure of this slow, deliberate intimacy. The feeling was a deep, reassuring drag of possessive power—a physical statement that I am moving, but I am not leaving. The alpha’s hips had successfully rotated nearly 45 degrees, opening the space necessary for the next, more complex maneuver: the leg lift.
With the hips rotated and the central axis cleared, Skylar now prepared the most complex mechanical move: the 180-degree sweep of his left rear limb. This leg, heavy and immensely muscular, needed to lift, clear Nico’s spine, and plant itself on the opposite side of the aerie floor to complete the 180-degree turn. The movement demanded a sudden, concentrated burst of power from muscles that were still exhausted from climax.
Skylar focused his intention entirely on his inner core stabilizers and the vast, powerful muscles of his upper thigh. He began by flexing his left foot, retracting the great, sharp claws, ensuring that no accidental contact would scratch Nico’s skin. Then, with a slow, controlled effort, he began to decouple the leg from the ground, lifting it barely an inch off the cold stone.
The initial lift was challenging. The weight of the limb felt magnified in his exhausted state. He held the leg suspended for a moment, the muscle fibers screaming under the sudden, focused strain. This pause allowed him to fine-tune the trajectory, ensuring the knee would bend just enough to clear the height of Nico's back without having to lift his own body too high off the supporting forepaws. The entire movement was designed to be low, clean, and unobtrusive. The left leg was now entirely detached, a free-floating anchor ready to be swung across the intimate space that still bound them together.
The brief pause before the leg sweep was a moment of acute physical tension and precarious balance. Skylar's immense body was now supported by only three points: his two powerfully anchored forepaws, and the soft, compliant foundation of Nico's body directly beneath his central flank. His entire rear section—the heavy tail, the vast haunches, and the two rear legs (one planted, one suspended)—was now dead weight, entirely reliant on the strength of his shoulders and the stability of the central anchor.
The suspended left leg hung heavy, its immense, muscular mass momentarily adding to the load the forepaws had to bear. This required an immediate, compensatory engagement of Skylar’s deep abdominal muscles and his right-side stabilizers, ensuring his body didn't lean or fall into the empty space created by the lifted leg. He shifted his center of gravity slightly, counterbalancing the lifted mass with the powerful thrust of his right forepaw.
Nico, sensing the subtle, intense shift in weight distribution—the heavy, purposeful lean of Skylar's body—remained perfectly still. His muscles absorbed the momentary imbalance, acting as the perfect, immovable foundation. He understood the delicacy of the maneuver and contributed his own absolute stillness to the required balance. This quiet, passive cooperation was a profound act of trust and devotion, allowing Skylar the freedom to execute the maneuver knowing his mate would never yield or wobble beneath him. The entire scene was a testament to Jaquin strength and coordination, a ballet of muscle and trust suspended over the aerie floor.
With the balance secured, Skylar initiated the 180-degree sweep of his left rear leg. The movement was slow, deliberate, and controlled by the powerful muscles high in his hip. He began to swing the heavy limb across the expanse of Nico’s back, guiding the foot to clear the highest point of the spine with minimal clearance.
The first half of the sweep involved the thick, inner fur of Skylar's thigh passing directly over Nico's dorsal line. This contact was brief but intense. The dense, heat-retaining fur brushed against the delicate, highly sensitive skin of Nico’s midline, transmitting a powerful wave of warmth and proprietary sensation. Skylar focused on maintaining the height of the swing, ensuring the foot, though retracted, never dragged or snagged.
The sheer mass of the leg passing over was a dominant, powerful gesture. It felt like a deliberate claim, a physical manifestation of authority that spanned the length of Nico’s body. Skylar could feel Nico's body involuntarily arching slightly beneath him, a minute tremor of pleasure and submission acknowledging the crossing of the alpha’s limb. He paused the swing for a mere heartbeat as the center point of the thigh crossed the spine, maximizing the tactile friction. This was not a move for efficiency, but for intentional, sensual confirmation. The leg was now halfway across Nico's body, the full weight momentarily suspended over the empty air between them, preparing for the final, decisive planting on the far side.
The second half of the sweep required precision. Skylar adjusted his forepaw anchor to compensate for the shifting mass, transferring the load slightly to the left as the heavy limb arced towards the landing zone. He continued to swing the leg, guiding it past Nico's outer right flank. The final arc was executed with a sudden, controlled burst of power, completing the full 180-degree rotation of the limb.
The foot, still retracted, descended slowly. Skylar used his peripheral vision and muscle memory to guide the great paw to its target: the cold stone floor, exactly opposite its starting point. The placement needed to be firm and stable, instantly taking over the massive load that the forepaws had temporarily carried.
Thud.
The impact was soft, yet solid—the sound of dense Jaquin muscle finding purchase. The instant the paw planted, Skylar relaxed his shoulder and abdominal muscles, transferring the entire weight of his hindquarters back onto the now-stable four points of contact. The effect was profound: his body was now fully turned, his front facing the stone wall and his rear completely open and aligned with Nico's. The complex rotation was complete, the heavy muscles of his thighs and hips now trembling slightly with relief at the end of their intense, sustained effort. The perfect alignment for the next phase—the intimate, final slide—was achieved. The alpha was now braced and ready to move backward.
With the 180-degree sweep complete, Skylar had achieved a new, stable four-point anchor, but his orientation was completely reversed. He was now facing away from Nico’s head, his front aligned with the cliff face, and his entire rear half positioned directly over his mate’s body, his scrotum and anal region hovering mere inches above Nico’s midsection. This new posture maximized their ass-to-back contact and facilitated the final, crucial movement.
The immediate sensation was one of renewed stability. The pressure was distributed evenly across his four powerful limbs, allowing his core to fully relax for the first time since the knot dissolved. He let out a deep, cleansing breath, pushing the last remnants of physical tension from his muscles. His tail, which had been held high during the sweep, now curled low and slightly to the side, maintaining a subtle, reassuring contact with Nico’s fur.
Nico, still resting patiently beneath the alpha, felt the change instantly: the subtle dip and settle of Skylar's weight as the rear legs planted. The new arrangement meant the bulk of Skylar’s body was now pressing down evenly, a warm, immensely heavy blanket of muscle and fur. The feeling was immensely grounding, a confirmation that the difficult mechanics of the dismount were over and the intimate recovery was about to begin. The transition from strained maneuver to purposeful contact was palpable, preparing them both for the slow reverse that would bring their most sensitive parts into shared warmth.
The time for complex pivoting was over; the new phase required a linear, slow reverse slide. This movement was governed by control, not speed, intended to be a prolonged, sensual drawing together rather than a simple repositioning. Skylar had to use his front legs to push his massive body backward while his rear legs tracked perfectly to maintain the parallel alignment with Nico.
The motion began with a slight flex of Skylar’s forepaws. He pushed off the stone with the slightest force, engaging the powerful, dense muscles in his chest and shoulders in a synchronized recoil. His hind legs simply trailed, gliding easily across the stone floor, their claws retracted completely. The initial push sent the alpha's body creeping backward, a slow, inching slide that brought his heavy pelvic mass closer to Nico's rear.
The sensation of the backward slide was one of immense, powerful weight moving with velvet softness. It was a contradiction of forces—a creature of immense size defying friction. Skylar focused on the smoothness of the trajectory, maintaining absolute parallel to Nico’s body. The movement was so gradual that Nico might only perceive it as a slow increase in localized warmth and shadow falling over his spine. The space between Skylar’s most sensitive areas and Nico’s most comforting parts was closing, fraction by agonizing fraction, anticipating the profound comfort of the final anchor point.
As Skylar continued his slow, inching reverse slide, the distance between them dwindled, bringing the alpha’s heavy, sensitive underside into intimate proximity with Nico's body. The first point of contact after the withdrawal was the soft, fur-covered tissue of Skylar’s scrotum.
This brush was light and fleeting, yet profoundly significant. The delicate skin, still warm and slightly distended from the recent knotting, swept across the coarse fur of Nico's back, just above his tail base. The sensation was immediate and searing for both. For Skylar, it was a sudden, intense flood of residual arousal, the delicate skin reacting to the unexpected friction against Nico’s supportive warmth. He fought the urge to stop the slide and lean into the sensation, forcing his body to continue the slow, controlled regression towards the final position.
For Nico, the brush was a sudden, electric signal of the alpha’s presence moving in for the final, protective anchor. The gentle drag of the warm tissue across his back was deeply reassuring, a possessive, soft touch that replaced the recent high pressure of the knot. He instinctively tensed his spine slightly, arching his body just enough to maximize the gentle, comforting friction against the advancing pelvic mass. The slow, intentional nature of the slide made this contact agonizingly prolonged, heightening the anticipatory pleasure of the final destination. The alpha’s rear was now hovering directly above Nico's tail base, mere millimeters from the required anchor point.
The movement transitioned from a single push-and-glide to a segmented, reverse-crawl, utilizing all four limbs in a slow, coordinated sequence. To achieve the perfect, controlled landing, Skylar needed absolute, continuous micro-adjustments.
He pulled back with his forepaws, then nudged forward with his rear paws to stabilize the slide, ensuring the momentum was maintained without any jarring stops. The process was almost meditative, demanding that Skylar's Jaquin instinct override any desire for immediate rest. The crawl was governed by an internal rhythm, a four-step sequence of pull-push-track-glide.
The visual of the movement was one of magnificent, effortless power. The immense golden body of the alpha seemed to float backward, defying the friction of the stone floor. Every muscle in his body—from the dense, rippling shoulders pulling the mass, to the finely tuned hip flexors tracking the rear legs—was engaged in maintaining the integrity of the slow, controlled recession. The aim was to ensure that when the final contact was made, it was a gentle, settling pressure, not an abrupt bump. The slow, deliberate reverse-crawl was a demonstration of absolute control, proving that even in deep exhaustion, the alpha’s focus remained unwavering on his mate’s comfort and the necessary conclusion of their intimacy.
As the final inches of the reverse slide began, Skylar utilized his powerful, feathered tail as an essential guiding instrument and a pre-contact cushion. The tail, thick and heavily feathered near the base, curled subtly downward. It acted as an extension of his will, a final sensor before the full weight of his body made contact.
The tip of the tail, soft and sensitive, brushed the very top of Nico’s raised hip bone, providing the exact navigational reference Skylar needed. He used the gentle resistance of the tail's contact to precisely gauge the remaining distance, ensuring the backward trajectory was perfect. The tail then settled lower, forming a natural, soft cushion between the stone floor and the lowest point of Skylar’s body, preventing any harsh friction as he prepared to lower his full weight.
For Nico, the presence of Skylar’s tail feathering against his fur was deeply calming. It was a familiar, comforting presence—the plume of the alpha, now serving as a tender guide rather than a flag of dominance. The warmth radiating from the dense feathers was the final sensory signal that the movement was concluding. The tail confirmed the commitment: I am here. I am behind you. I am settling. This final, guiding contact was the prelude to the complete anchor, ensuring that the heavy impact of Skylar’s rear would be absorbed by soft fur and feathers, making the imminent landing entirely smooth and non-jarring for his mate.
The reverse slide entered its most critical phase: the final inch of recession, the moment just before primary contact. This was where the slow-motion mechanics achieved their highest purpose. Skylar deliberately slowed the crawl to a near standstill, utilizing tiny, micro-movements of his forepaws to ensure absolute precision.
He was focused on the precise alignment of his anal region with Nico's tail base. The goal was not a broad, general contact, but a specific, centered joining of their most proximal, non-sexual areas—the ultimate gesture of platonic comfort and protective guardianship after intimacy. The slight, hair-thin friction of his fur against Nico’s back was the only sensory input Skylar allowed himself to process, using it to monitor the closing gap.
The distance was so minimal now that the intense, retained heat from Skylar's body was a physical pressure against Nico's rear. Nico, anticipating the contact, shifted his hips just slightly—an exhausted, passive welcome that brought his tail base up a fraction of an inch, perfectly positioning the sensitive area for the alpha’s anchor. This tiny, subconscious movement from Nico was the final confirmation Skylar needed. He paused the reverse crawl for a final, deliberate half-second, then allowed the last millimeter of momentum to carry his heavy body forward. The transition from intense heat to gentle, final contact was imminent.
The movement ceased with the quiet, profound finality of anal contact. Skylar’s soft, sensitive fur surrounding his posterior finally met the dense, warm fur at the base of Nico’s tail, just where the spine curved downward. It was not a collision, but a settling—a gentle, definitive press that marked the successful completion of the maneuver.
The sensation for both was immediate and intensely grounding. For Skylar, the warm, yielding resistance of Nico’s fur was the anchor he sought. The residual heat and soft tissue of his perineal area were now cushioned and comforted by the firmness of Nico's body. The soft, gentle pressure was a signal to his exhausted system: stop, you are home, you are safe. He let the weight of his pelvic mass fully rest against his mate.
For Nico, the contact was a sudden, satisfying seal. The warmth of Skylar's body settling against his rear was a wave of security, instantly neutralizing the lingering vulnerability of the previous intense submission. The ass-to-ass position was more than comfort; it was a physical affirmation of shared responsibility, where their two bodies formed a continuous, protective circuit. The sensitive areas, though non-sexual in this context, were highly communicative, transmitting a deep sense of mutual reliance. Skylar was no longer moving; he was anchored, his heavy mass a permanent, protective fixture behind his mate.
With the anal contact achieved, the maneuver was complete, and the final stage of settling could begin. Skylar released the tension in his forepaws and hind legs simultaneously. His great body, no longer supported by muscle tension, sank gently, settling his full, immense weight directly onto the stone floor. The subtle sinking movement was the true end of the exertion, allowing his entire body to become heavy and limp with exhausted relief.
The effect on Nico was a subtle shift in pressure along his back. The immense weight of the alpha that had been suspended above him now transferred fully to the ground, relieving the last remnant of pressure on his spine. The only contact that remained was the shared warmth and the firm press of Skylar’s rear against his own. The feeling was instantly restorative—the alpha was settled, stable, and protective.
Skylar exhaled a long, heavy, shuddering breath, a profound, internal sound of a leader finally relinquishing his burden. He curled his great, feathered wings inward, wrapping them loosely around Nico’s flanks, turning the positional anchor into a loving, physical embrace. The scent of pine and raw Jaquin musk, which had been agitated by the night's events, now blended into a single, profound aroma of contentment and shared peace. They were perfectly aligned, the warmth of their bodies touching from the base of their tails to the tips of their shoulders, their hearts beating in perfect, slow synchronicity.
As they settled into the deep, shared exhaustion of the ass-to-ass recovery position, Skylar performed one final, subconscious movement: the protective curling of his tail. The massive, feathered plume, which had been used as a guide and cushion, now served its ultimate purpose as a sign of complete commitment and security.
Skylar’s tail, thick and strong, draped naturally over Nico’s rear. It did not simply rest; it was intentionally curled around the side of Nico’s hip, the soft, vibrant feathers enveloping the sensitive area of his mate’s thigh and flank. The weight of the tail was substantial—a warm, comforting pressure that spoke volumes without a single word. It was a clear, non-verbal declaration: I am anchored here, and I shield you completely.
Nico, in his deep state of relaxation, responded instinctively to the gesture. He leaned back slightly into the comforting weight and warmth of the tail, maximizing the contact. The feel of the soft feathers and the hard, dense muscle beneath them was the final seal of the recovery. The curled tail was the symbolic knot, an external, visible representation of the internal, emotional bond that had just been fiercely reaffirmed through intimacy and submission. The movement sealed their vulnerability, turning their exposed rear flanks into a secure, impenetrable fortress of shared warmth.
The ass-to-ass recovery position achieved its final, perfect alignment, creating a physical and emotional circuit of protection. Skylar’s body, massive and gold-striped, formed the impenetrable rear shield. His entire chest and head faced the open aerie, but his primary contact—the source of his own peace—was the firm, warm anchor of Nico’s posterior. Nico, nestled entirely within the curve of the alpha, was fully shielded from the world, receiving the full, restorative heat of his mate’s immense body.
The proximity of their most sensitive areas—their rear flanks and tail bases—meant that any tremor, any subtle change in heart rate, any twitch of muscle, was immediately communicated between them. It was a constant, low-level signal: I am here, I am breathing, I am safe. This intimate alignment was designed by Jaquin instinct to transmit not sexual energy, but profound, non-verbal reassurance, ensuring the alpha and his mate were equally protected and grounded after intense exertion.
The light of the emerging sun now touched their combined forms, illuminating the deep peace that settled over them. They were a single, resting unit, a two-part creature in perfect synchronicity. The long, painstaking sequence of the dismount was over. The physical movements had served their purpose, translating the fierce chaos of magical correction into the quiet, absolute truth of their unwavering commitment.
The first sensory detail to register in the stillness of the settled position was the soft, warm compression of their fur. Where Skylar's rear pressed against Nico's, the dense, thick coating of their Jaquin pelts flattened, interlacing their individual textures into a single, cushioned boundary. Skylar's golden coat, coarser and heavier, drove into Nico's finer, silver-grey undercoat, creating a high-friction, heat-trapping layer.
The resulting warmth was immediate and profound. It was not the heat generated by exertion, but the deep, internal heat of two large creatures in absolute proximity, sealed off from the cool morning air. This shared warmth settled instantly into their exhausted muscles, providing a localized, deep relief to the strain in their hips and lumbar regions. For Nico, the sensation was particularly restorative; the constant, low-level pressure from the alpha’s massive, firmly-pressed body felt like a solid, unwavering wall of heat. Every breath Nico took expanded his ribs, causing a subtle, opposing movement in Skylar's fur that acted as a continuous, gentle massage, subtly easing the residual tension in his back muscles. The shared fur became a living textile, a protective shield woven from their dual physical presence.
With the physical movement complete, the internal rhythms began their slow, inevitable process of synchronization. Both Jaquins were breathing heavily—the short, shallow gasps of intense exertion slowly lengthening into deep, measured inhales and exhales. The sound was a loud, rhythmic whooshing of air, amplifying the quiet in the aerie.
Because of the perfect ass-to-ass alignment, their powerful chests were not touching, but the subtle vibrations of their bodies transmitted the rhythm of their internal systems directly through the shared cushion of fur. Skylar’s heart, deep and slow, hammered a heavy, foundational beat that Nico could faintly feel through the compression of the fur against his spine. Nico's heart, slightly quicker, provided a more rapid counter-rhythm.
As the seconds stretched into minutes, the two distinct rhythms began to merge. Skylar, the alpha, deliberately slowed his breathing, using deep, chest-filling inhales to force his heart rate down. Nico, feeling the powerful, stabilizing descent of the alpha’s rhythm, instinctively adjusted his own, finding the comforting pace of his mate. They settled into syncopated calm, a shared internal rhythm that spoke of unity and secure peace, their bodies transmitting a constant, calming signal through the dense medium of their aligned rears.
The exhaustion was so profound that, even in stillness, their muscles were still communicating the strain of the pivot and the knotting. As the heavy fatigue finally overwhelmed the adrenaline, minute spasms ran through the powerful muscle groups. Skylar’s vast, golden haunches, which had executed the immense 180-degree sweep, suffered from localized tremors—tiny, involuntary twitches of the gluteal muscles and hip flexors as they finally relinquished their extreme load.
These micro-tensions were immediately transmitted to Nico. He felt the minute, vibrating pulses through the shared point of contact, a subtle, insistent shiver that pressed against his own fur. Instead of being disruptive, this sensation was a raw, visceral form of honesty. It was the physical signature of the alpha's exhaustion, a sign of true vulnerability that Skylar would never show when facing forward.
Nico’s passive response was to lean into the tremors, accepting and cushioning the alpha’s physical fallout. He allowed his own exhausted muscles to soften completely, surrounding the tremor with yielding, supportive tissue. This deliberate, soft acceptance helped Skylar’s body relax faster, realizing that the immense power he contained was finally being absorbed and validated by his mate’s unconditional support. The tremors subsided, replaced by a profound, deep-tissue slackness that finally allowed restorative rest to begin.
For Nico, the most significant element of the ass-to-ass posture was the profound sense of physical invisibility it provided. With Skylar’s vast, unmoving body pressed directly against his rear, he felt utterly encased, shielded from the cold stone, the watchful light, and the lingering threat of chaos. The alpha’s mass was a solid, tangible wall, a declaration of security that rendered Nico's back—the most vulnerable part of a feline body—impenetrable.
He pressed back, sinking his body slightly further into the protective mass. The warmth was now penetrating, melting the last knots of stress from his neck and spine. He registered the specific density of Skylar’s back left leg—the limb that had completed the massive 180-degree sweep—now resting heavily along his flank. That dense, unmoving weight was more comforting than any words or spells.
Nico allowed himself to become fully reliant on the shield, his mind emptying of all sentinel duties. His attention narrowed down to the simple, foundational reality: the hard press of the alpha’s body, the continuous flow of shared heat, and the quiet assurance that, for now, the world could not touch him. This acceptance of total protection was an integral part of the Jaquin bond, allowing the sentinel to rest completely so the leader could, in turn, find his own deep peace.
The intense, pungent scent of the alpha’s mating musk—sharp, metallic, and volatile during their intense union—now began to mellow, settling into the deep, comforting aroma of exhaustion and peace. The dense fur at the point of their shared contact had absorbed the essence of both Jaquins.
Skylar inhaled deeply, finding his own scent returning to him mixed with the familiar, calming essence of Nico. The musk was no longer an aggressive claim or a marker of dominance; it was a blend of two entities, a signature of profound domesticity and safety. He rested his head low, tucking his muzzle against his folded foreleg, and allowed the heavy, musky air to fill his lungs.
This deep inhalation was a non-verbal affirmation of the pack order. The scent confirmed that the chaos was purged, the dominance accepted, and the bond reaffirmed. The aroma signaled rest, security, and absolute commitment. It was a sensory blanket, an atmospheric component of the recovery position that completed the physical act of anchoring, ensuring the peace they had earned was not just physical, but complete and pervasive.
As the Jaquins settled deeper into sleep, a fascinating biological process began: the contralateral muscle relaxation. Due to the unique positioning—Skylar’s right side and Nico’s left side facing the outside world, and their inner flanks pressed together—the external muscles remained subconsciously primed for defense, while the internal, contacting muscles fully surrendered.
Skylar’s outer left haunch, the powerful muscle that had initiated the rotation, remained subtly tensed, ready to spring if necessary. However, the deep hip muscles on his inner right thigh—the side pressed against Nico—went completely slack, melting into yielding softness. For Nico, the opposite occurred: his outer right leg was passively guarded, but the deep, lumbar muscles on his left, compressed against Skylar's warmth, experienced total, unreserved relaxation.
This differential relaxation was an instinctual survival mechanism: the protected side could fully regenerate, while the exposed side maintained the faintest, necessary guard. The effect was that the inner contact felt exponentially softer and more profound, a deep, mutual surrender that was only possible because their exposed flanks were protected by the sheer mass of the other’s body. The soft, rhythmic pulsing of the released muscle fibers transmitted a calming, internal heat between them, deepening the sense of profound, shared safety.
The ass-to-ass posture created a continuous, low-level haptic feedback loop, turning the two Jaquins into a self-calibrating system. Every subtle shift or adjustment made by one was immediately sensed and mirrored by the other.
If Skylar’s massive body shifted minimally in his sleep, a slight tremor running through his spine, Nico’s body instantly registered the change in pressure and warmth. Nico would respond not by waking, but by an infinitesimal muscle adjustment—a soft, supportive lean into the alpha’s weight—which, in turn, transmitted a counter-pressure back to Skylar.
This constant, non-verbal exchange of sensation acted as a powerful sedative. It ensured that neither Jaquin ever felt truly alone or unsecured. The feedback loop was a continuous reassurance: I am here. I am solid. I am holding you. The sensation transcended touch; it was an innate, continuous awareness of their shared physical reality, reinforcing the emotional intimacy forged in the intense submission and pivot.
Though the recovery position prioritized the contact between the two Jaquins, the ultimate reality was their relationship to the stone floor beneath them. Skylar, being the heaviest, had the greater footprint. The final settle ensured that his body's deepest points—the base of his powerful spine and the heavy bone mass of his thighs—were now firmly distributing his weight across the aerie floor, creating the immovable foundation.
Nico’s smaller body, however, was positioned to utilize Skylar’s mass as a windbreak and thermal insulator. He was not merely lying on the stone; he was nestled against the massive alpha. His weight was distributed slightly unevenly, with a greater emphasis on the side pressed against Skylar, creating a gentle, internal curve that maximized the contact area.
The difference in their weight distribution meant that Skylar bore the brunt of the cold, hard stone, acting as the primary buffer. Nico felt the residual chill of the earth, but filtered through the warmth and bulk of Skylar's immense body. This final arrangement was a last, subconscious act of protective duty, where the alpha physically interposed his greater mass between his mate and the unyielding environment.
Even hours after the physical knot had dissolved and the dismount was complete, a faint, phantom sensation lingered in Skylar’s body—a deep, visceral memory of the internal lock. The tissues in his member and the musculature of his pelvic floor retained a subtle, throbbing echo of the intense pressure and profound fullness of the physical binding.
This phantom ache was a powerful, biological reminder of the finality of their union. It was an internal, non-sexual throbbing that cemented the sense of shared ownership and completed task. When the tremor hit, Skylar instinctively pressed his rear slightly harder against Nico’s, seeking external, physical reality to ground the internal sensation.
Nico, in turn, sensed the subtle, rhythmic press from behind him. He recognized the feeling instantly: the residual biological feedback of the alpha's climax and knotting. He responded by softening his own rear muscles, creating a warm, yielding counter-pressure that silently acknowledged the depth of the experience. This silent, reciprocal conversation about the lingering echo of the knot was a profound intimacy, ensuring that the physical truth of their bond remained present even in the depths of exhausted sleep.
Beyond the physical and muscular sensations, the ass-to-ass posture facilitated an unseen exchange of primal energy. Skylar, the alpha and the source of immense physical power, was channeling a calming, steady energy directly into Nico’s system through the point of contact. This energy was protective and regulatory.
Nico, the sentinel, was simultaneously transmitting a quiet, grounding energy back to Skylar. His energy was one of stability and unwavering loyalty, a psychological balm that calmed the alpha's inherently turbulent, commanding spirit. The exchange flowed constantly through the dense, compressed fur, creating a closed-loop magical circuit.
This unseen flow was the highest purpose of the recovery position. It was a magical and emotional battery pack, ensuring that when they finally woke, both Jaquins would be restored: Skylar with his focus renewed, and Nico with his strength fully replenished. The contact, which had started as a correction for chaos, ended as the most perfect source of stable, shared power.
In the deepest stage of sleep, Nico's body executed the ultimate gesture of trust: his spine yielded completely. His muscles, no longer held rigid by any conscious guard, softened and slumped entirely into the support of Skylar's immense, firm body. This final, subconscious surrender was an act of complete belief in his alpha's security.
He allowed his entire rear section to relax into the contact, maximizing the compression of the fur and the transmission of heat. His hips, slightly tilted to fully receive the support, confirmed that his mind was completely at peace. This was the quiet language of the sentinel: I trust your power. I trust your protection. I yield my last defenses to you.
Skylar, registering the subtle, final shift of his mate's body melting against his own, felt a profound, satisfying surge of possessive peace. Nico’s deep, absolute trust was the highest reward of the alpha’s role. It validated every moment of the arduous dismount and the complexity of their shared life.
For Skylar, the settled position was less about submission and more about an enduring, immovable anchor of ownership. His deep sleep was characterized by an extreme rigidity in the lower half of his body. While his upper body could rest, his hips and legs remained firmly planted and pressed against Nico.
This muscular rigidity was not tension; it was anchorage. It was a protective, possessive instinct manifesting as physical immobility. He had positioned his body to be the last, unbreakable line of defense. Any movement in the night—a change in temperature, a distant sound—would have to pass through Skylar’s shield before it could reach Nico.
The alpha’s weight, now fully settled and unmoving, was the final physical declaration of their bond. He was the mountain, and Nico was sheltered on the lee side. This absolute immobility was the physical expression of the Jaquin Oath: I will guard you above all things, even in my sleep.
In deep sleep, the curled tail took on a more passive, yet equally critical role. It was no longer a conscious symbol of commitment but a biological regulator. The plume of heavy, soft feathers draped over Nico’s flank acted as a thermal regulator, preventing heat loss from Nico's most exposed side.
The dense feathering trapped the shared warmth, creating a microclimate of comfort for Nico’s thigh and lower abdomen. For Skylar, the tail provided a constant, tactile signal. The soft resistance of the tail’s contact with Nico’s body served as a continuous, low-level physical tether, confirming that the anchor was intact.
If Nico were to shift even minimally, the displacement of the heavy tail would immediately transmit a physical signal to Skylar’s subconscious, a silent alarm that would not wake him, but would prompt a subtle tightening of his own body to re-establish the perfect, protective seal. The tail, therefore, was the final, elegant instrument of the Jaquin bond—a sleeping guard, perpetually monitoring the integrity of their shared peace.
The literal point of ass-to-ass contact was characterized by intense, localized warmth. The tissue surrounding the anus of both Jaquins—though not sexually engaged—is highly vascular and sensitive, generating and retaining substantial heat. When pressed firmly together, this exchange of warmth was profound.
The mutual contact sealed in this heat, creating a core temperature bubble that flowed outward to warm the heavy bone mass of their pelvises. For Skylar, the direct warmth was immensely restorative to his exhausted core. For Nico, the constant flow of heat into his rear flank was a deep, medicinal comfort.
This specific, powerful heat was the result of the painstaking, controlled movements of the dismount. It was the physical signature of two beings who had shared the most extreme form of vulnerability and were now sharing the most intimate form of protective rest. The absolute warmth at this central point was the final, undeniable proof that the chaos of the night had been completely neutralized by the certainty of their bond.
he heavy slumber allowed the natural fluidity of the Jaquin spine to assert itself, overcoming the stiffness of the day. As they rested, their spines, now fully relaxed, subtly aligned themselves, matching the curve of the other’s body.
Nico’s spine, no longer rigid from sentinel duties, curved gently inward, maximizing the surface area of contact with Skylar’s body. Skylar’s spine, though massive, accommodated this curve, ensuring there were no gaps or spaces in their contact. The two powerful backbones, the seats of their Jaquin strength, were now perfectly complementary arcs.
This shared curve was a physical mirror of their emotional roles: two powerful creatures forming a single, stronger unit. The subtle, yielding nature of the relaxed spine deepened the contact, ensuring that their bodies were truly one continuous shape, erasing the lines of separation and maximizing the total security of the posture.
Even in deep sleep, Skylar’s Jaquin alpha instinct manifested in a slow, almost imperceptible muscular contraction. Every few minutes, a deep, automatic tightening would occur in his lumbar muscles, causing his rear to execute a slow, soft press against Nico’s. It was a rhythmic, biological declaration of his status.
This press was not enough to wake Nico, but it was enough to transmit a profound, low-frequency signal. It was a continuous, passive reaffirmation of ownership and presence: I am here. You are mine. We are secure.
Nico's subconscious registered the pressure instantly. His body would subtly soften in response, yielding to the press, accepting the possessive weight and warmth without question. This constant, automatic exchange ensured that the bond was maintained and reinforced even in the total absence of conscious thought. The subtle press was the quiet, persistent language of the alpha's love, translated into physical security.
Beyond the physical sensations, the posture carried an immense emotional weight that settled deep into the hearts of both Jaquins. For Skylar, the feeling of Nico’s warm, solid rear pressed against his own was the emotional anchor he desperately needed after the confusing confrontation with Mateo. It was the absolute, undeniable truth of his world.
The contact grounded his powerful, sometimes chaotic emotions, reminding him that his strength was not just in his command, but in the unwavering loyalty he received. The feeling of absolute trust coming from Nico's yielded body was a quiet, profound form of forgiveness and confirmation.
For Nico, the pressure of Skylar's immense, rigid body behind him was the emotional weight of shared destiny. It was a declaration that the burdens of the pack and the threats of Avalor were not his alone, but were carried by the mountain that rested behind him. The position translated intense intimacy into enduring, shared responsibility.
As the Jaquins descended into REM sleep, the physical synchronization they achieved began to extend into their dream states. The magical circuit established by the contact allowed their subconscious minds to align, filtering out independent nightmares or anxieties.
Skylar's fierce, protective dreams—visions of soaring flight and dominant patrols—were tempered by Nico’s calm, foundational dreams of quiet stability and vigilant watching. Their dream worlds merged into a single, shared landscape of peace and secure territory.
Any sudden, disruptive surge of fear in one dream was immediately neutralized by the calming presence of the other’s sleeping form, transmitted through the physical contact. This profound, psychic synchronization was the ultimate expression of the Jaquin bond—an assurance that even in the deepest recesses of their minds, they were not separate, but wholly, safely intertwined.
The first hint of the new day began the slow process of awakening. It started not with a loud sound or sudden light, but with the sensory input of the compressed fur. Skylar’s body, fully rested, registered the intense, retained warmth of Nico’s form pressed against his own.
The sensory information preceded conscious thought. The knowledge of Nico’s presence—the firm, warm press of his posterior—was the first thing Skylar was aware of. His hand did not need to reach, his eyes did not need to open; the information was already processed by the tissue contact. This confirmation of their shared rest was instantaneous and absolute.
He allowed himself one final, deliberate deep breath, inhaling the settled musk of commitment, before slowly flexing his great muscles. He did not move away immediately, instead pressing back into Nico one last time—a final, conscious confirmation of the anchor before rising to face the new day. The profound peace of the ass-to-ass recovery was complete.


The final moment of the recovery cycle was the coordinated rising. Skylar, having given his final press, shifted his weight gently. The movement was slow and fluid, a massive wave of golden fur detaching itself from the silver-grey. The sound of the compressed fur releasing was a soft, stretching shush—the sound of skin separating from profound warmth.
Nico, instantly alert but deeply rested, felt the absence of the alpha’s massive body the moment the pressure lifted. The sudden rush of cool air against his now-exposed rear was momentarily jarring, but the warmth remained etched deep into his fur. He stretched, arching his back and extending his limbs, every muscle feeling renewed and pliable.
Skylar turned fully, his eyes clear and sharp, the chaos of the previous night utterly gone. He leaned down and nudged Nico's shoulder with his muzzle—a final, gentle greeting. The cycle was complete: the chaos had led to submission, submission to intimacy, intimacy to the complex mechanics of dismount, and the dismount to profound, restorative rest. They were both physically and emotionally recalibrated, ready to face the new day as a unified, unshakable core of the Sky Patrol. The absolute certainty of the Jaquin bond had once again proven itself the strongest magic of all.