Third Wheeling at a Con
			By Jay Woodfall

	There was an audible sigh of relief between the three furs as the door's lock clicked open.  As the door swung open the first one to pass through the frame was Victor, a wolf whose snow white fur contrasted heavily with his green eyes.  His black collared shirt matching the color of the backpack that was slung over one of his shoulders and the heavily worn dark blue jeans the wolf was so fond of.    Victor stood at a flat six foot and had the build of an American Football Player, athletic and tone from his time spent line-backing.  Each of his bare paws making an imprint on the carpet as he paved the way into the hotel room tossing his bag off to the bed.  
	“Well Gents we made it,” the Canine said as he surveyed their room.  A single large bed was featured in the center of the lodging with a dresser and a closet composing the rest of the far side of the room.  The towering wolf making a dive for the bed as he declared, “A-Kon 2014 Bitches!”  
	“Hell yes we did!” Andy shot back as he made his way through the door, a short sleeve button down with an opened front paired with an undershirt and jeans were all he wore as he made his way over to the dresser, immediately opening the top compartment for inspection.  The Fox's traditional bright red and white form much smaller than his partner's; boasting a modest height barely over five foot he rarely towered over other Furs.  This rarely presented a problem in his day to day life however as being an actor rarely required a stature designed to intimidate.  His slim figure and build more geared for projecting his lines rather than force.
	By far the smallest member of the trio, Leon sat upon the vulpine's shoulder.  “By God was it a bitch too,” the mouse squeaked out.  Sitting at a simple six inches his tiny figure was much more of a Gamer's; rarely bothering to venture outside as each trek proved dangerous without his Roommates for protection.  Bearing his symbol of geekiness with pride there was an Umbrella Corporation logo stamped on his black T-shirt that clashed against the accompanying dark brown shorts and fur.  
	After a long car trip the eager group had just arrived at A-Kon, the largest Anime Convention in their state.  Hoping off his perch the rodent landed on the bed with a less than graceful roll. Feeling the need to be redundant he began talking to no one in particular, “How have I never been to one of these?”  The mouse earning a groan from the near-slumbering giant who responded with a poke to the little fellow's chest, “Because you never leave your room,” knocking Leon onto his back.  “Well yeah!  Not every micro can afford an N-Ring so the world is dangerous to us!  Andy can tell you about what happened the last time I left by myself!” he shot back hoping for a defense from his childhood friend.  “What?  Oh yeah that little fucker is helpless,” came a response from the preoccupied vulpine.
Nullification Bands, or N-Rings for short, were expensive rings that aided Furs born with the micro birth defect.  The inner workings of the band a patented secret by its creator, Ultor LLC, a corporation that exceled in pharmaceutical supplies.  A band that would instantly allowed anyone with this genetic defect to grow to their appropriate size.  Nullifying the bad gene effectively.
“Why not just save up and buy one?” his white furred friend replied staring up at the ceiling, “I can’t imagine any price that would keep me from wanting to be, well you know, normal.”  The mouse becoming visibly annoyed as his snapped back, “Oh yeeeah, lemme just get on the phone with the Winstons, or the Woodfalls, or better yet I’ll just ask the president of Ultor for a freebie!”  The wolf understanding he had struck a nerve decided humor was the best way to disarm the situation, “Yeeeeah!  See?  Easy, right?  Just be like, ‘Hey Malik I need a sample ring please!’”  The suddenly tactful friend’s efforts earning him a sigh from the offended rodent.           
  Unloading his messenger bag of its contents the fox placed four large bottles of alcohol onto the dresser top.  Victor and Andy regularly attended these conventions with alcohol to give themselves and any of their friends a fun evening when the panels died down.  This weekend's selection being all new types of alcohol their local store owner had recommended.  As the vulpine looked over their private bar he picked up the bright red bottle he was most interested in, “Did you realize Red-Rum spells murder backwards?” a hint of amusement crackling across his voice.
	The observation earning a slight chuckle as Victor sat up rubbing his eyes, “I really hope that's not why he recommended it to us in the first place,” crossing his legs up onto the bed the canine rubbed his sore paws.  “It's already got a cartoony skull and cross bone on it, maybe it IS poison!” the college student added in as a joke.  
	  “Oh yes!” Leon jumped up to his measly six inches with his arms raised in an exaggerated stance, his early frustrations with the wolf completely forgotten as he walked on the bed's soft surface, “Our local store clerk aiming to poison us in a Saturday morning cartoon worthy scheme!  That's why he recommended it,” the rodent making his way over to the wolf's paw reaching out for it.  “Not because it combines cherry, coconut, pineapple, and other fruit flavors,” the tiny gamer's hands starting with the joints of the football player's musky toes as he rubbed his friend's paw.
	Letting go of his paw the canine decided to let rodent friend do his work, “Yeah that might be more likely,” the towering figure said as he leaned back positioning his arms behind him to support his weight in a quick movement that sent a thud throughout the bed knocking Leon into the massive paw face first.  With a grin the wolf curled his paws trapping the tiny head in the pad of his paw to inhale the scent of his sweat and musk before releasing the struggling rodent, who fell backwards after being rendered light headed from the strong smell.  The frazzled micro quick to flash a dirty look up to the smiling giant.  
	The sound of two shot glasses being placed on the dresser top rang throughout the room as the playful fox chimed in, “I'm curious how it tastes,” tossing off his button down the vulpine was left with his undershirt and jeans.  Tossing the packaging material they had used onto the bed the now casual fox surveyed “How about you guys?”
	With a quick count Victor shot back, “Judging by the amount of shot glasses you already decided I am,” the two larger furs had been dating long enough that his partner knew he'd have no complaints however.  Never one to pass up alcohol he had only refrained from trying some prior to this point due to his manners.  
	“Count me in!” the smallest member of their group chimed in.  He knew not to take their lack of a third glass as a dismissal of the rodent, no shot glass for his size was affordable on a college budget.  Within a few seconds Andy had both shot glasses filled with the warm red liquid, “Because ice is for filthy casuals!” he teased as he handed one to his partner who sat on the edge of the bed.  Victor lowering the shot glass in a gesture for Leon to take a sip out of.  
	The small gamer soon found himself leaning over the edge of the glass and taking a micro sized sip.  The smell hit him first, overpowering his nostrils with the smell of clearly artificial cherries.  The taste however was another palette entirely, the sweet flavors combined into a strange mixture that turned sour.  Preceding a burning sensation that was always a companion of rum.  There was a warmth in his chest that he suspected would have been present regardless of the liquid's temperature. The whole mixture of sensations leaving him sitting down on the soft fabric of the bed watching as his friends took their shots.  
	“For filthy fucking casuals!” the canine laughed clinking the glass against his boyfriend's.  Within seconds of downing the shots both of their expressions tightened as the weird mix of flavors assaulted their tongues.  Giggling Leon couldn't help but tease, “A bit sour, eh?”
	Slamming his glass down on the nearby dresser top the slim fox was the first to respond, “Yeah no shit,” shaking his head from side to side to compensate for the burn.  Victor closed the gap between the bed and the dresser to return his glass with a simple lean, “I've had worse,” he stated nonchalantly bearing no trace of discomfort in a way that left the rodent marveling.
	It didn't take long for his small form to feel the effects of the rum.  His cheeks gaining a red hue hidden under his fur as his head became light.  “Not bad though,” he giggled in a tipsy sort of way.  
	“Yeah not bad!” their glasses already refilled by the eager thespian who had placed himself in charge of the alcohol.  Passing another one to his mate the couple downed their second round almost immediately, not bothering to offer more to the smaller participant as they knew the impact alcohol had on furs of his size.  One shot lead to another and another until the fox found himself leaning against the dresser, the build of his body making him a light weight, “That stuff is pretty strong!” the vulpine said a bit more than tipsy.  
	The towering wolf on the other hand could take his fair share of alcohol.  Half a bottle of Red Rum had merely taken the edge off and made him a bit friskier.  “Hey Leo,” the giant said with a grin.  Giving the canine a glance the mouse verbally shot back a, “Wha-?” before finding himself cut off, suddenly finding himself in the hold of the dominating wolf.  The canine's free hand unbuckling his belt and pants quickly before stretching out the waistband of his briefs.  Dangling the small rodent above the opening by the scruff of his neck.  
	Looking down past the outstretched waistband the tiny con-goer could see the wolf's flaccid cock resting on its sac.  “Oh I just think you're cute,” the giant said as he let his friend dangle for a few more moments before he releasing him to flail through the air.  With a bounce he hit the outstretched fabric before sliding down at full speed.  The movement coming to a halt as his body hit soft flesh. Trying to look around the wolf’s giant sac blocked his entire view within the briefs.  The contact receiving a small grunt of satisfaction from the athlete as he released the waistband, sealing the micro in darkness.  The lack of sight not the only change to his senses as two days’ worth of musk over powered his nostrils Leon soon found himself taking in his captor's scent.  Though the tiny mouse was anything but reluctant; soon he was wiggling his way up the wolf's sac.  The two massive orbs shifting only slight under the micro’s miniscule weight.  
All for encouragement, the canine's hand was soon guiding the mouse's body from outside the fabric.  Dragging him along the sweaty flesh and nestling him in between his growing member and warm sac.  The growth of the cock becoming constricted by the tight fabric of snow white wolf’s underwear resulting in the pressure being applied to his lucky passenger.  
	After watching his boyfriend snatch up their surprised friend, the drunk vulpine had become a bit frisky.  With a glance at the door the sexual deviant verified it was closed before turning around, his tail raised for the wolf, “Oh Vic play nice now.”  Hooking his fingers into the sides of his jeans an eager fox wiggled them down slowly.  His tail sliding under the hole and out free as the waistband passed; the wolf could soon see his twink's briefs.  
	“Better get the rest of those clothes off quickly or your friend gets it,” the alpha male teased as he pressed his trapped cock down on the rodent, further staining his captive’s clothes with musk.  “Oh no, wouldn't want that!” the thespian reacted in his most overly done voice.  Turning around he stepped out of his jeans and threw his undershirt to the side, revealing his complete effeminate form to his partner.  A few steps towards the wolf and the vulpine was standing in front of the white furred beast.  Not even a few moments passed before the impatient lover quickly placed his hands onto the fox's hips and slid the briefs down, “There we go Babe.”
	A sly smirk coming across the vulpine’s face as his red fur straddled Victor's lap.  Pressing his ass down on the wolf's cock the pinned toy soon found himself being pressed into the sac of an athletic pitcher.  “Oh he's gunna smell like me for the whole Convention,” the hulking beast teased to his boyfriend who nuzzled his nose with the response, “Lucky him.”  
	Wrapping his arms around the wolf's neck Andy grinded against the inviting lap; curling his own toes as in anticipation of the large cock housed within the briefs.  Allowing his excitement to get the better of him the fox slid down in between his lover's legs, pulling the jeans and briefs with him.  Victor’s cock springing out as it was released from the cloth confines, the tiny figure sent dropping down onto the bedding.  “Uh-oh.  He got free,” Andy said poking fun with his tone as he watched the rodent lay there disorientated.  
	“I got it covered,” with a quick rummage through the packing material left on the bed the canine produced a thick rubber band.  Picking up his favorite toy in one hand the nimble wolf quickly had the mouse undressed using his free hand and pinned to his erect cock.  Applying the rubber band to his cock ornament he found himself satisfied with the energetic rodent’s trappings feeling the little fellow wiggle and squirm playfully trying to escape.  His massive thick cock dwarfing the little rodent's size.
	The smaller partner enticed by the idea, “Let's give it a test shall we?”  Before anyone could respond the fox's tongue was already at the base of the shaft.  Dragging his red tongue the vulpine could taste everything starting with his boyfriend's musky flavor and moving to the rodent's sweet candy taste before transitioning back to the familiar sensation of pre-cum once he hit the tip.  The enthusiastic fox’s tongue had left large amounts of saliva all over the rodent's fur, which when mixed with the musk from the wolf and his own drunken state soon left the room spinning.  
	With a groan of approval the larger canine placed both his hands on the vulpine's head, “Definitely a successful test!” he let out as a warning before pushing his partner down onto his fully erect cock.  
Leon's world quickly darkened as he felt the larger fur's lips pass over his body in a single motion, the dull red of the wet tongue quickly becoming the only thing he could see or feel.  Andy meanwhile had to grab at the wolf's legs to brace himself from the sudden pleasurable intrusion, the throbbing organ reaching the back of his throat with no problem.  
	Quick to take advantage of the situation the petite fox found himself wrapping his lips softly around the base of the shaft and sucking lightly; popping the ears of the little rodent trapped inside his maw before bobbing his head along the shaft.  Soft lips running along the tiny gamer's brown fur as the fox's mouth stimulated his boyfriend's massive cock; with the experienced tongue using its tip for both of the boys, dragging along the canine's flesh and the rodent's considerably smaller member.  The micro's own length growing from all the attention, soon the vulpine tasted both of his friend's pre building up in his maw.  The smell of musk, alcohol, and sugary drinks overwhelming the nostrils of the tiny toy as a smile crept across his face in the damp darkness for a brief moment before the wolf pulled his playmate's head off his cock.  
	A gasp for air escaped the vulpine as he let go of his boyfriend's solid legs, his eyes closed, he panted to fill his lungs.  With his partner's eyes closed the linebacker stood up from the edge of the bed, each movement causing his erect pillar to bounce along with its passenger.  Vertigo overwhelming every sense of the tiny rodent as his world jumped.  Each of his movements filled with purpose the snow white wolf soon found himself quickly behind the fox, “let's try a change of pace,” a grin coming across the athlete's face as both his large hands wrapped around his smaller partner, finding soft purchase on the slim figure's sides.    
	With little effort he hoisted the now giggling red furred deviant, sending him flying onto the bed face down.  Nuzzling the cloud of bedding Andy could smell the fresh scent of the new bedding for a moment before his assertive companion pulled him up to his palms and knees.  The swift hound already upright and on his own knees behind the vulpine.  Fiddling with the rubber band Victor soon had his little plaything free from his manhood but secure in his paw.    
	The tight fingers a welcomed change of pace for the brainy micro as the calloused texture gave him a quick squeeze, “hope you can hold your breath,” a deviant and playful tone echoing across the canine's voice as he used his other paw to spread the red furred cheek in front of him revealing the tight pink vulpine pucker for the two furs.  No response was necessary as the mouse soon found himself sailing towards the small opening nestled in between the two cheeks and raised tail.  Closing his eyes in anticipation the first thing he felt was the tight familiar ring around the top of his head.  The fox clenching down to enjoy every second on the small body entering his tailhole.  Pressure continuing to build as tight flesh fought his entry but the wolf driving him was anything but hesitant; a small increase in effort from the hasty titan above and the rodent soon felt the rectum give way.  
	The taut flesh squeezed his head as his frame entered the submissive friend.  His shoulders pressed into the entrance as the rodent soon found his body moving of its own accord; the walls of the cavern pulling his brown furred body in as the deviant fox shuddered.  This self-reliance was short lived however as the wolf positioned himself behind the ecstatic fox.  Grabbing both of his boyfriend's hips the eager cock was soon pressed against the micro held between the vulpine's cheeks.  
	A single grunt signaled the canine's thrust, pushing in the athlete soon felt the tight rectum of his companion squeeze his manhood.  The large cock stretching his tailhole to the limits, Andy's arms giving out sloping the shuddering fur facedown into the bedding within a trance pleasure.  A long moan reverberating throughout the room as his ass was violated.  Continuing his entry the wolf pressed inch after inch into the warm cavern, sending the micro in deeper and deeper.  The warm canal separating for the lucky rodent as he continued to squirm, delving his way in further much to the pleasure of the murring fox.  The cock pressing against his own ass as his movements became forced due to the cramped space, he soon felt his sticky fur becoming stained with pre cum.  The air becoming scarce after what felt like an eternity; the canine cock was finally completely buried inside his flamboyant partner.  Light from the outside completely cut off in the warm cavern as the tight tailhole squeezed the massive cock that penetrated it.  
	Tearing at the bedding the fox squirmed in a mixture of pleasure and torment.  His hole at a breaking point while he felt Leo squirm around deep inside his passage.  Pressing his large vulpine tail up against the towering wolf's chest he begged for more, “Please Vic, don't tease...”
	“Oh like I ever tease,” he said immediately pulling back his hips before slamming back into his boy toy; slapping noises filling the room as the assertive athlete went to work on the fox's ass.  Moving one of his hands to the back of the squirming vulpine's head he quickly had him pinned, showing no mercy he pounded with full strength abusing the pucker of the poor fox.  Each thrust delving the tiny body further inside his warm cavern.  His sense of direction fading as he became lodged in a strange angle, the tip of the cock barely reaching him with each thrust.  The recognizable scent of cum filling the cavity as a warning of the canine's approaching climax.  Feeling the cock twitch and throb with each slap the fox's ass felt like it was on fire in all the best ways.
	It wasn't long before the wolf knew he was close.  In a show of intimacy the canine pulled out much of the confused fox.  Flipping his partner onto his back the frisky vulpine soon understood perfectly well and followed suit.  Pulling his knees up to his chest the movement unintentionally dislodged the previously trapped rodent, causing him to slide within the cavern towards the pucker.  
	Victor leaned over his smaller partner allowing the effeminate soft paws to press against his hardened pecs before he thrust his throbbing cock back into the loosened pucker, which accepted it all in one motion as it delved inside. Leo pinned between the cavern's wall of muscle and the shaft that violated it.  The lovers making eye contact as the wolf picked up his thrusting, gripping at the covers the smaller boyfriend began to moan once more.  In a single rush of ecstasy the wolf closed the gap between his maw and the vulpine's neck.  Latching down on the vulnerable neck in a feel of dominance as a torrent of bliss took over the canine, the larger fur blew his load inside the smaller fox.  
	Inside the tailhole of the receiving partner a current of seed rushed in and came back down onto the pinned rodent.  The cock pulsing with each spurt of the climax.  The scent of the long overdue load hit like a brutal wave.  Having no escape the seed soon pooled at the entrance to the tailhole as Andy clenched his pucker.  Spurt after spurt soon led to the white sticky substance coming up to the young rodent’s neck.  Subtle movements from the fox leading to accidental mouthfuls of the musky seed for the passenger.  
	With a slow and steady motion the canine’s cock slowly removed itself while the tight muscle of the vulpine’s tailhole kept the seed in with the rodent.  A triumph ‘plop’ filled the tight chamber housing the micro as the thick of the shaft left, trailing behind a strand of thick seed that quickly stretched too thin and splashed onto the bedding.  
	The wolf’s green eyes couldn’t help but lock with the fox’s brown; the boyfriends panting after their pre-convention romp.  Victor couldn’t help but collapse onto the red fur below him muttering, “Man, I could go for a nap right now.”  
	With a pleasurable hum the flamboyant fox wrapped his legs around the wolf resting on top of him, “Yep, me too,” he murred almost lost in thought.
	“But…” the white furred beast said with an almost reluctant sigh, giving a brief pause for his partner.
	“We’re at a convention!” his enthusiastic boyfriend finished for him, the experienced couple’s thoughts in sync as the usually submissive fox unwrapped his legs and gave Victor a playful shove off so he could roll to the side and off the bed.  
	Leo’s world literally spinning as the joyful giant rolled.  Churning him in the wolf’s batter.  Muffled voices occasionally echoing into the warm cavern as the rodent found himself nearly passing out from a mixture of exhaustion, dizziness and the rum.
	A grunt and a sigh hid the wolf’s underlying enthusiasm, “Yep,” he said rolling into a drop off of the bed.  Using the wall as a crutch to stand the athletic young wolf glanced around the room for his clothes, “Which means no sleep starting now!”  
	A single word managing to make its way past the layers of fabric, the taut hole, and pool of cum, “…sleep…”  The mouse’s sensitive ears twitching at the syllables hidden amongst the rest of the muffled sentence.  “That sounds great,” the previously brown furred passenger whispered into the dark warmth.  Gently passing out from his blissful state of exhaustion.  
	“Aw, that’s so adorable…” the energetic fox already redressed as his slower companion pulled up worn blue jeans and began the hunt for his collared shirt.  A yawn escaping his lips before the spent wolf could reply, “What is?” 
	Placing both of his hands into the rear pockets of his jeans the vulpine was cautious not to spread his own cheeks in fear of releasing the captive seed as he walked towards the door, “Little Leo just fell asleep.”  
	The canine a never ending well of frisky playfulness couldn’t resist giving his friend a firm pat on the rear as he walked towards the door, “Fucking Con-Virgins falling asleep within the first few hours,” his free paw rubbing an eye awake.  
	Reaching the door the vulpine spun on his heels to see his boyfriend putting on his black shirt.  Ever impatient the vulpine tapped his foot, “Hey now move your ass, we still gotta get passes and it’s already 8:00am, I don’t wanna be stuck in line when the Dealer’s Room opens!”  
	Finally dressed the exhausted wolf walked over and held the door open for his partner who darted out of the room.  Giving a brief pat to his pockets the giant reaffirmed that he had everything he needed closing the door on the way out with a yawn, “Akon 2014 Bitches!”  The door clicking shut with an audible click.