I see that it's week three where the letter is C!


Wow! We're doing it. We are about a ninth of the way through! That's pretty dang cool. I'm actually learning a lot about myself as a writer doing these stories. I love writing, it's quite fun to bring forth an image in the mind to the page. I love getting feedback on my writing, seeing my readers enjoy my work. I love writing for people who want to see me write.


C is for Cucking, the intentional act of infidelity! An interesting kink to be sure, when practiced ethically. As long as it's not cheating, and all participants are consenting, y'all do you. I get the appeal of being a cuck though I'd never want to be part of that. I've felt inferior before. I've felt inadequate before. And on the other side you sometimes need to feel strong and powerful even if you typically aren’t. And sometimes you just need a big dick up your ass. Sometimes you need an outlet for those negative feelings, externalize them so they don't rot your brain. My outlets are these tales.


Tales about a lion, a wolf, and a bull.


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Lowell stands tall, taller than me. Taller than you. Dark red mane and eyes that are constantly assessing, discerning, critiquing. Lowell is never satisfied, constantly reaching and extending. Such is the life of a Broadway director, never complacent. Never perfect.


He holds his crew, cast, and critics to high standards. In a cutthroat business, the only way to stand a chance is to always be ahead. As such a reputation precedes him, good and bad. A phenomenal director and exceptional showman. A hard ass and harrier. However the praise and poignant countenances to improve upon from others, Lowell’s worst and harshest fault-finder was always himself. At times, it was the flaw he thought the most about. Others, it was his saving grace.


It made him starved for improvement, for excellence, constantly seeking betterment. It made him great! Or paralyzed him with fear and inadequacy.


Hollow halls echoed with his large footfalls. Stomps of the giant as he made the nightly sojourn from elevator to penthouse. Lowell was weary, closing night on his latest show and the house, of course, was packed. Standing room only. A bit of the standard for the lion. However, the curtain calls and applause always seem to drag on. Three weeks of nightly performances, some additional matinee performances sprinkled in there as well. He even ducked out of the closing party early. Weary eyes and heavy shoulders were his companions in those halls sans sound.


‘Maybe I’m getting too old for this shit?’ He is 34.


The thought was immediately met with a headshake. Of course, he’s not done! He’s just getting started. He had way too many stories to tell. Lowell had a list of plays and stories that he wanted to direct, tonight’s was one such story and it was with glee that he could scratch this one off his list. He just needed to get home. To his list and to Yevon.


Yevon was on his hands and knees having what just might be the worst lay of his life. The wolf was bored out of his mind. Fingers tapped along the mattress that he and his love, Lowell, share. The lion wasn’t there at the moment, and that was part of the problem and the bull he brought to bed was not satisfying him even remotely.


Sure, he was big enough. Superficially, he was attractive enough. He had the soft build that drew the wolf’s wandering eyes. He was sufficiently flirty enough on the app. He was obviously DTF enough to head over to the penthouse on short notice. And based on the grunts and groans emanating from him, enjoying plowing in and out of the wolf’s ass.


And all of it wasn’t doing a thing for Yevon.


‘This really sucks…’


The simple thrusts in and out were just not doing it. The knowledge that Lowell was going to be home soon, hopefully, was the only thing that kept Yevon from ending it there. This was supposed to be a celebratory present for another fantastic season’s end.


“God, your ass feels great.” The bull said for about the fourteenth time.


“Yep, mmhmm.” Was all Yevon could respond. ‘Even your bedroom talk is boring.’ he added internally. With his partner missing and substitute lacking, Yevon traced around the room with his eyes for something to get his attention. Off on his side table a small four by six photo frame was propped up. It was unassuming, the bull hadn’t even commented on it upon entering. The bull seemed to be completely uninterested in anything except his mediocre thrusts and spouting the same three phrases over and over. Yevon joked to himself that an action figure has more phrases and animation than the bull.


Lowell was in that photo, carrying the shaggy wolf piggy back. From one of the few vacations that they went on, this was to Hawaii. Lowell, who always dresses in polos and slacks, looked goofy in a wide brimmed straw hat, a floral print shirt, a lei, and a smile.


‘Get here soon…’ Yevon prayed to the picture.


Rich the bull was feeling great, the only one of the three. He couldn’t believe his luck of finding a sexy wolf while swiping through the one of three hookup apps he’s on constantly. Five foot eight, black fur that shone, accented with a white chest, an irresistible smirk, and the softest looking tufts along his arms and down his chest. The photos were immaculate and Rich popped a boner there on the bus home from thinking about what he’d do to that sexy, sexy beast.


It was just a fantasy though. Rich had long since recognized that he wasn’t all that desirable to others. He wasn’t buff despite his attempts to build mass at the gym, he wasn’t rich working a droll desk job of cross referencing databases of numbers, he wasn’t funny, or smart, or, frankly, big enough down there to be arrogant. It hurt, but managing those expectations was the only way to deal with silent rejection of not being swiped on.


The bio though, the bio.


"Hey sweeties, my boyfriend just isn't doing it for me. I told him I need a real man who can fulfill me and fill me up. He said go find one. You looking for a good time?"


Rich couldn't have been more turned on. His stiffy swelled against his pants and he needed to push it down to keep himself decent in the public space. His inflated ego supplemented by the hormones pumping in his blood. Subconsciously answering the challenge. He's a real man! He's willing to show this stunning specimen an amazing time! 


The bull was sure it was just an act, well he hoped it was. Actually cheating, he didn't want any part of that. But he was more than willing to fill a role, especially if it got him a night with Yevon as the wolf was named.


But there's no way that'd happen.


The ping notification that he got a match however shattered that conclusion and all of a sudden the floodgates of fancy opened forth. Before he could even start to fret over how to open the chat, the wolf did it for him.


“Hey there, Cutie! Got to say I’m liking what I’m seeing. ;)”


‘Oh, a bot. Joy.’ Rich concluded, it was the only thing that made sense. He considered just unmatching and moving on with his life. But one last look through the photos and he wasn’t ready to just let it go like that. Even if he was going to be disappointed.


“Say pineapple…” he responded. Typing.


“Alright, alright. You think I’m a bot, I’m going to take that as a compliment. Pineapple. Satisfied?”


Rich had to double take as he read the message. The passenger next to him on the bus edged away from him as much as they could with how animated his reaction was to the message.


“Shit, sorry about that. You’re just very good looking and it was a precaution. >.<”


“Like I said cutie, a compliment! XD. Now what are you up to tonight?"


From there it all happened pretty quickly. They met for drinks, chatted, flirted, got tipsy, got handsy. And went back to the wolf’s.


“God, your ass feels great!” he lauded again and again. Even through the buzz he wanted Yevon to know just how good it was.


“Yep, mmhmm.” The wolf moaned back at him, ‘God, he loves it.’ Too enamored in his own virility to hear the sound of a door closing down the hall and across the apartment.


Lowell closed the door with a thump, happy to be home. The foyer was dim and dark. It probably meant that Yevon was down the hall, waiting for him. The lion turned left instead of heading down the hall immediately. The liquor cabinet smoothly opened and inside he noticed three things. A new bottle of his favorite bourbon. A gift from his agent on behalf of the cast and crew for a job well done. A folded piece of paper and an Amazoo package. He hummed as he took stock of the three things. The bourbon he understood, the paper and package were a little odd. ‘Why would those be in here?’ he wondered.


Curiosity got the better of the large cat. He grabbed a stout, crystal glass and the new bottle in one paw and the paper and package in the other. He poured two fingers tall of the amber liquid and let it breathe while he studied the package. It wasn’t large, maybe four inches square. Soft and padded. And interestingly enough, addressed to him. ‘How peculiar.'


With the intrigue deepened, he hummed and hawed between starting with the package or the note.


In the end, he chose the package. He sliced through the white plastic with a well maintained claw, stiff plastic giving way to his natural weapon. Inside was a rolled up piece of black fabric, three main loops, a triangular pouch with a white circle with a diagonal slash design on it. A jockstrap. The lion pulled the elastic waistband out, clearly its size meant it was for him. That explained the addressing in part, except he hadn’t ordered this. The ivory note caught his attention from the corner of his eye.


“Löwe, ;]” as it was addressed, putting no doubt in the lion’s mind that this was some scheme concocted by his wonderful partner. It put a nice smile on his face as he took a sip of his drink. The letter itself however, caused him to set the glass down with a bit of a thump.


“Congrats on another fantastic performance! I have another surprise waiting for you in our bedroom. Why don’t you join us? Come in wearing my gift, and only my gift! *⍵*”


Heart racing, hairs standing on end, breath shortening. He looked down the hall, then back at the jock, and then at the note. ‘Yevon has someone over!?’


Yevon decided that if Lowell didn't show up in five minutes, he was going to kick Rick… Rich? Reese? The bull out. Even if it would end up ruining all of the plans he made for tonight, he couldn’t sit here anymore. ‘He’s three times bigger than Lowell, but somehow three times worse!’


It was boring, so droll, so vanilla, so devoid of.. of…, well of Lowell. The pair had come to this agreement years ago. Lowell, rather ironically and unfortunately, has a micropenis. Barely two inches hard. Not enough to satisfy Yevon, probably anyone. Oh sure, he tries to compensate in other ways. The stubborn pride he has to refuse to admit that he can’t. His oral skills are phenomenal, the hooks along his tongue had again and again coaxed climax after climax from the wolf. His hands never fail to mete out moans as he pulls along the wolf’s shaft, teasing, tugging, and wonderfully torturing his knot till he explodes. All the while cooing and crooning the sweetest nothings down his ears. It was wonderful, but never enough.


Yevon had wished more than once that it was.


Yevon can’t help but need to bottom. To feel the tempered ferocity of a top that knew just what they wanted and gave him what he needed. There was just something about a self-confident, strong natured, commanding man that just pulled the deepest satisfaction from Yevon’s heart. He had hoped, erroneously, that this bull would scratch that itch.


‘If only Lowell was just two inches bigger I wouldn’t be in this mess!’ He complained with an audible groan into the mattress.


“Yeah, you liking what I’m giving you?” the bull asked with another shallow, misaligned thrust.


‘No. No, I am not.’ Yevon silently answered.


In and out, in and out. Short brown fur unionizing with long soft black locks. Thump after thump met Rich’s ears which twisted and twirled in response. His nostrils flared with the exertion. Yevon’s ass felt heavenly after the dry spell he’d been on. The tight confines gripping and grounding along his dick in ways that a hand just couldn’t. He wanted this to go for the rest of the night. He had no intentions of cumming too quick and ruining his chances of meeting up with this hot as fuck canine again. His tail thumped across the back of his legs. Head in the clouds. Once again ignoring the sound of a door opening, this one to the bedroom he was currently in.


Lowell had pounded down the rest of his drink, breathing be damned. If his shirt still had any buttons attached to it after he ripped it off, the lion would be surprised. But now wasn’t the time to check! He felt his own member stir as his mind ran with possibilities of what he’d find down the hall, his body getting a second wind as yearning overtook him. Yevon would be there, a stranger would be there. He wanted to be there! The lion was way too flustered to get his belt off. ‘Every moment here is a moment wasted!’ he yelled at himself. Yevon was waiting. Rather than fiddle with the buckle, he opted to shimmy the clothes down without loosening them. He hissed through clenched teeth as his tail was pulled and hips were scrapped by the tight-fitting trousers. Shoes launched into the living room with a kick. Fully nude, fully hard, fully prepared to join in on the fun. He had to turn back around somewhere past the hall bathroom for the jockstrap.


It perfectly gripped his legs as he pulled them up. His short, firm yellow fur was pulled against the grain as they came to place. Expectedly, he didn’t even have to adjust his member. The black clashed most distinctively with the tawny color of his pelt, quite masculine. The meaning of the prohibitive symbol was crystal clear.


Yevon one told him that it was better to laugh than lament. Since then, Lowell learned to lean into the role, enjoy being the supporting man in their love making. If he couldn't satisfy Yevon physically, than the lion was going to do is damnedest to support him in every other way possible. It was the only way could keep himself from abject despair at his inferiority. And it made him happy seeing Yevon happy. So win-win!


The trip back down the hallway brought him to the doorway of their bedroom. Many possibilities awaited, each one better than the last, but all ending in glorious climax.


The door opened, yellow lamp light shot forth, sonorous bedsprings and wet thuds.


Yevon saw the door open in the corner of his vision, rather lazily he turned to the side. The form of the sun, blazing in its yellow glory. Red corona that came to light his life. Black bands fitting to his magnificent pillars. Lowell! His savior.


“Löwe!!” The wolf cried out.


Rich heard a cry from his lay and it spooked him out of his flow. His eyes shot open to be blinded by electric glow. A quick glance down and the bull noticed that Yevon was looking left. Brown eyes traced the wolf’s vision.


Sheer fear. A lion, large as life, larger than the bull. He took up most of the doorway. The bold crown of fur brushed against the top of the door frame. Naked, save for a black jock. The black slits of pupils narrowed on to him, eyes that sized him up and found him lacking. He stepped forward. Rich could only cower and stoop his shoulders down, uncontestedly admitting his own inferiority to the stranger. 'Oh, no.'


Despite not being a prey species, there was an instinctive terror as the king of the ancient jungle stalked up to him. He couldn’t speak, his throat went dry. Thousands of questions weaseled out from the bedrock of his mind. Who is this man? Why is he here? And most prevalent, is he going to hurt me?


“And you are?” bass boosted vocal chords asked. The acoustic attack bruised his brain. Less than a foot separated the foes. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and never before had he felt like such a piece of meat. Must be the bold, apex predator implying he was with nothing but a look.


“I-, I-, uh, umm?” He mumbled, coherent words were silenced under that stare. Even the deep yellow of his sclera matched his form. Dark ridges under his eyes, hard line of a mouth, even the wiry whiskers were clipped short. Every detail, every speck of his frame curated to do nothing more than put Rich in his place.


“Your. Name.” that voice commanded. Rich shuddered. He gripped the wolf’s hips, searching for a port in the storm.


“Rich!” he squeaked out, knees quivering. The lion raised an eyebrow, and another level of scrutiny was added to his scowl.


“Short for Richard, I’d imagine…?” Rich wouldn’t have denied it even if it wasn’t already true. He nodded, anything to placate the king and get out of here with his head still attached. Both of them.


Lowell didn’t think too highly of the bull before him. He cowered, like a child caught after curfew, the lion considered for a moment that in a way he had. His first assessments had been known to change however. He orbited to the right, scraping his toe claws along the hardwood floors. Eyes gazed up and down the stranger he found in his bed, cock in his partner’s ass, naked. And clearly afraid.


‘Don’t push too much, Lowell.’ He reminded himself. Supportive or not of Yevon’s adventurous spirit, he liked to exert his own influence over the action. Not one to submit to anyone just because their dick bests his own, his pride as a lion wouldn’t allow it. Still there’s a fine line, too hard and Richard would run for the hills, too soft and things could easily get out of his control. Best to ease the bull into his own as a conqueror than destroy all his confidence.


As he passed around behind the bull he acknowledged Yevon for the first time since entering the room. The wolf had twisted around to watch the lion work his magic. Head propped on a fist and a coy countenance. Lowell winked at the wolf. Yevon responded with some finger wiggles.


The lion turned back to the third in the room. His back was still scrunched down a bit, shoulders floating up and down a half inch as he breathed quickly. The bull did show some promise. Clearly he took care of his appearance. Fur combed and free of kinks, trimmed to equal length, and a wonderful dark chocolate color. Critical eyes spied the toned muscles under the fuzz. They didn’t bulge out but Lowell didn’t mind, being able to maintain his aire of strength fueled the power dynamic. The way his tail curled in between his legs and knees shook really turned the lion off, ‘Definitely needs some support.’ And support is what Lowell excels at.


“Tell me, Richard. Why are you here? In my house, in my bedroom….” He paused as he came to the other side of the bull, before turning back to walk the other way again. The bull tried to follow him across his back. "In my partner?" 


There was a grim satisfaction that Yevon felt as Rich shuddered. Lowell in his element. Richard needed a stern talking to, a punishment for the sub par performance earlier. A small one, but still. The thrill of being walked in on only fed the experience for the wolf. Yevon's idly tossed his tail back and forth. Watching the show unfold before him. The drama, the admonishment. The two foiled each other. This was already leagues ahead of the experience just a minute ago.


Rich gulped before answering, "He- he's your partner?" Löwe circled around to the other side again. Yevon smiled at the bull as their eyes met. One smug, one terrified.


'Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God!!!' Rich thought. 'I'm dead! I'm freaking dead!' But it wasn't his fault! He didn't know! The wolf never said! 'The bio!' He thought as a wave of cold clarity froze his system, 'Oh, no, no no no no!'


"Please, please, wait. It's an accident, a misunderstanding!" He panicked. Finally his motor skills reengaged and he tried to step back away from the bed. Only to impact something tall, solid, and pressing in on the small of his back. Agonizingly slow he glanced over his shoulder. The lion seemed even bigger, a good half a head taller than himself. Standing only inches apart, the waves of menacing aura boiled off of him.


"An accident, you say?" A large paw came to rest on his left shoulder, claws digging slightly into his hide.


"Yes, I- I didn't know. I though, I thought it was a fantasy! A story! I didn't know he actually had a, a, a" 'A sexy, lethal, six foot four, Adonis that would break anyone who cucked him in half!' Another hand came to rest on his other shoulder. Rich couldn't stop the shudder.


"So you didn't come to show Yevon a good time?"


'I'm dead.'


Lowell was having a great time tormenting the bull, his little whimpers and quivers stroking his ego. Like putty, a lump of clay to be sculpted, forged, remade. He tapped his fingers along the bull's broad shoulders.


"Please, please don't hurt me!" He begged. "I'll leave, I'll go and you'll never see me again!"


'And there it is.' Time to pivot. Break them down, build them up, build them better. A strategy that worked with hot shot actors, stuck up producers, Yevon's one night stands, … and himself.


Having to pull himself from rock bottom more than once, he knew that much, and he knew that it's easier with help.


"If you'd like to leave, Richard, I won't stop you. However, I'd like to invite you to stay. And I'll show you exactly how to show Yevon a good time."


"Whaa.. what?" The bull asked, clearly frazzled.


"Did you not come here to show Yevon a good time? To leave before he's satisfied is a grand faux pa. Unless Yevon's already been satisfied?" The lion turned his gaze to the bed. Yevon still lounged there, looking as handsome as ever. Bemused smile and lazy. His ears perked up a bit at the question however.


"Well, I don't feel like either of us were even remotely satisfied, isn't that right, Richard?" Those dulcet tones were like manna to Lowell's ears. And a call to action. Yevon, unsatisfied? Inconceivable! Not on his watch!


"Uhhh?"


Yevon delighted on the look of confusion that flashed across Richard's face. The bull was surely attempting multiple variable calculus mentally, trying to understand the bizarre world he's stepped into. Yevon didn't mean to confuse the man. The wolf thought the bio he wrote with Lowell's permission was perfectly clear. But then again, the bull also thought he was a bot so maybe extra information was necessary.


"You see, Richard" the wolf started, breaking the third wheel from his stupor, "My lovely mate, Lowell, here, is truly a softy. Like a six foot teddy bear. He talks big and stands tall, but he means you no harm. He and I have an arrangement. I chose who I fuck, he says how we do it. And I chose you!" He added a twirl of his tail, the lightest tickle to the bull's chin, the stark white tip weaving between gorgeous mocha. Yevon wasn't a liar. Richard was very handsome. In another world, another life, he could see himself falling for the man, but in this one, he fell for Lowell, his Löwe.


Doesn't mean he doesn't get around though.


There was a time and a place for their one on one time, but the real fun was with someone else. A third, a stranger, a novelty. It keeps things interesting, always something new to discover. A new experience, always looking forward. That's the wolf's mantra.


Poor Rich was beside himself in worry. And confusion. The threat of danger was passing but it was replaced with other thoughts.


'They want me, but why? I'm just average, I'm nobody. I can't compete with the lion, Lowell. He's taller than me, gruffer than me, handsomer than me. I'm just, just Rich. No one special.'


The bull finally looked around the room, the household he'd invaded flippantly. He saw the immaculate suits and clothes in the closet, the intricate stand of watches that looked like they were worth more than his monthly wages. Eventually his eyes found the nightstands. Each had a picture frame. Both were of the two. One looked like they were on vacation somewhere tropical. The other was just of the wolf, a candid shot. They were huddled up in a blanket staring out a window, snow fell outside. His eyes glowed. The same eyes of his profile pictures.


This wasn't his home, he was just a stranger that wanted a fun night. What could he add here that wasn't already fulfilled? He could only stand between two attractive lovers and find himself wanting.


Yet. There was this flicker, the tiniest pilot light. The same one he felt when he came upon Yevon's profile, the same one when he bet on Yevon not being a bot, the same one he felt as Yevon placed a hand on his thigh at the bar, the same one he felt as he fucked the wolf's ass. He was still apprehensive, but God damnit if he didn't want to stay. He looked Yevon up and down. He was still on his knees, tail up, fantastic ass on display. He was immaculate, someone the bull only dreamed of snagging! It didn’t feel fair! To get here and just deny himself! Screw that, he deserved wanting more! Rich was just as good of a guy as the next. He paid his taxes, helped his friends move, treated waitstaff like people. He wanted this, someone for himself, someone to call his own. And, unfortunately, the one he wanted in the room was already taken. Anger zipped across his body, tightening his muscles and setting his jaw. Sure, he met Yevon on a hookup app but who the fuck cares! He wanted more! He deserved more, was that so wrong? And if he couldn’t have Yevon for himself, Rich would take him for the night. Take him from the big, strong giant of a feline that was just giving Yevon away. ‘Fuck that guy! Fuck you, Lowell! Fuck you for having everything I want and giving it away. Arrangement be damned, tonight Yevon’s mine!’


With anger came purpose, with purpose came clarity, with clarity came resolution. He sighed out, and out went the Rich that thought of himself as average, as incapable, as inferior. He breathed in Richard, the extraordinary, the adept, the superior. The air of a bull flooded him, it swept through his limbs. Renewed tension and drive coursed his blood. His fingers gripped even more on Yevon’s hips. His prize. The bull erected himself to his full height, his lungs pushed out of his chest. With shame, he regretted ever cowering before Lowell. The cat standing pressed against his back, hands on his shoulders domineeringly. Rich may have cowed before Lowell, but Richard wouldn’t bend so easily. Richard was going to show Lowell, show Yevon, show himself what it would be like if he went all out. If he didn’t hold himself back.


Dead set eyes looked out across the room he invaded, no, he commandeered as he turned to look at Lowell. The two foes met for the first time on equal terms.


“I accept.” Richard said.


‘Exquisite.’ Lowell thought. The rigid eyes, the frame that stood stock still, the posture that carried weight. Lowell could only imagine what had gone through the other man’s skull, to be privy to that inner monologue. The switch that flipped on this bull’s ego. ‘Fantastic Richard, you are certainly showing grand promise.’ He internally complimented his rival. He smiled wickedly, Richard’s eyes remained unfazed, unfettered, assertive, clear. Lowell removed his hands from Richard’s body and stepped towards his stache of liquor in the corner of the room. He walked slowly equally unfazed by the third positively brimming with spirit and vigor. He had poured and downed a first drink before turning back to the two. Richard was still just patiently waiting for instructions in accordance with his part of the exchange. Yevon was grinning like a schoolboy, fangs flashing, cheeks dimpled. He simultaneously held both of their stares as he crossed along the length of the bed another drink in his hand. He lazily lounged in the sitting chair there, innocuously placed but with its intended purpose clear. This was his spot. His tower. His role. Watch, instruct, direct. And he knew how to direct. Four eyes beared him down but his resolve didn’t waver as he casually flipped between the two of them.


“Very well, Richard.” He spoke aloud to the waiting audience. “I’ll start with a query. Was your performance earlier your best?” A direct challenge. Lowell had observed Yevon’s body language upon entering and knew the gist of how it was going. Depending on how Richard answered would determine Lowell’s attitude for the rest of the night. The lion’s discerning eyes noticed the way the bull’s jaw clenched and his nose twitched in annoyance. ‘Hmm, quite proud are you, Richard?’


“I can do better. I was.. holding back. But no more.” Lowell sipped his amber draught. Before he could respond, the bull added “I want to do better.” He raised an eyebrow. ‘Proud, but willing to admit fault and willing to do better.’ He had seen worse attitudes.


“Talk worth the paper it’s printed on, Richard. But you bring up a good point. Wants, desires, drives. These have been at the heart of Anthros since the dawn of time. They bring us forward, they bring us down, they rule each and every aspect of our lives. They brought Yevon into this room.” He gestured towards the wolf with his drink. “They brought me into this room. And,” He sipped from the cool glass in his hand. The smooth burn of alcohol trailed down his throat. “They brought you here. Next question, Richard. What desire brought you here?”


“That’s easy. I wanted Yevon.” He replied.


‘Of course, you want me! I’m a Goddamn unicorn!’ Yevon thought, so far having been quite silent. Enjoying the drama. The back and forth between these two animals. Richard was holding his own well, but it was clear that Lowell was more experienced in this manner of play. The tet-a-tet, the back and forth, the call and response. All of it leading towards one topic. Yevon, himself. The masterful puppeteering added to the suspense, to the excitation, the arousal. The nagging itch at the base of his skull and under his tail being teased but not scratched. Interrupting the two now would destroy the tension, break the fourth wall, so he sat there on the bed and relaxed into being the center of attention for two handsome men.


‘Let him fucking have it, Lowell!’ he shouted across the airwaves.


Lowell snorted dismissively in response to the bull’s answer, “Quaint. But ultimately unhelpful. Dig deeper, Richard. What is it? What about my wonderful wolf stoked forth your flames of desire?”


The wolf glanced back at the bull and decided to give him a little show. With a wink at Lowell,  he whipped his tail here and there, noticing with glee as Richard’s eyes followed it around. The stark white just pulling his attention to the wolf’s hips, thighs, ass, sheath, just anywhere really. As long as it was on Yevon.


The response surprised him however, “His eyes.” Yevon locked eyes with the bull. The dark pupils that reflected the light from the lamps in the corners of the room.


“Ohh, what else?” Lowell urged on.


“The white patch on his chest and his paws.”


“And…?”


“His smell, like forests and leaves and rustic cabins.”


Yevon blinked at the bull, ‘My… and here I thought you were a shallow boy.’ His startled face quickly returned to sly smugness.


“Is that so? Did you put him into the position he was in?” Lowell continued.


“Yes.” Richard quickly answered.


“Why did you hide those desirable traits away, Richard?” For the first time since agreeing to his position, the bull looked at the ground. Clearly ashamed.


“I don’t know…” was all he said. Lowell set his drink down with a heavy clank as he stood up.


“Then, this is where we’ll start. We’ll reacquaint you with your desires. You’ll burn far grander and greater than before. Only then will I let you take Yevon, only once your flames sear you from the inside.”


‘Oooh goody, things are finally heating up!’ Yevon thought with a small chuckle.


“Yevon, turn over.” Little chills traveled across the wolf’s spine as he followed the orders. Bearing everything to the bull and the lion who had returned behind him. Lowell’s hands stroking along the newcomer’s flanks and arms.


Richard didn’t move as Yevon flipped in front of him. Truly this was his best side and he kicked himself for hiding all of that from view. He jumped as he felt hands along his thighs. The lion was behind him again. Claws combed through his fur and tickled his skin. It was odd, but not all together unpleasant. The lion’s eyes were still intense and the bull felt still that he was under great scrutiny but now there was an odd sense of understanding.


Richard beheld Yevon again. The wolf he desired. The tease rested with his hands behind his head, eyes half lidded, one half of his mouth turned up in smile. Cheeky. Richard continued to feast his eyes. The lithe form of his lover for the night. The sole patch of vibrant white painted in a sea of ink on his chest. It drew in the eyes. Even his chin had a touch of white. It was amazing what a few accents of color could do to the ensemble. Rich had to wonder if any of it was dyed, wouldn’t surprise him but he decided not to ask.


The bulls eyes wandered south. Slim waist and hips honored him with their presence. Shaggy fur obscured the direct boundaries of his form somewhat, but it gave the wolf a cuddly look. Richard decided then and there he was going to cuddle this wolf tonight.


Past the equator though was his final destination. A fine looking sheath and pair of balls awaited there. Along with the finest peak of red tip poking out. A tantalizing looking morsel. Richard gulped as he realized he was staring rather intently at Yevon’s crotch. But he didn’t let himself look away. This is what he wanted after all. This is what Lowell instructed he do. Burn with desire.


Cheeks flush with blush, he reached forward. Wanted to grab hold of the thing he’s wanted all day and all night. A strong force clamped his wrist and held it like a vice. Yellow fur and honed claws. A brief look at the lion behind him and he realized his mistake. He wasn’t given permission yet. The two squared off again. Richard wasn’t going to back down, not from this prick.


Cold gazes crossed each other.


“Not. Yet.” Lowell said. The lion wasn’t going to let Richard fly off the rails on his watch. It wasn’t time for his entrance yet. The bull growled. “I assure you, Richard. You will have fistfuls of fur to grasp soon. But you are nowhere near the level of desire required to sate that man.”


“And what more would you have me do?” He spat. Control is a fine thing in this game, Lowell danced a thin line. Push to hard against the rebellion and Richard would push back. Leave too much slack and Richard would end up plowing the wolf with complete abandon. The lion opted for a third approach. A bit of a treat for the bull who till now has been quite agreeable.


“As I said before, Richard, I want you to burn with desire. Not just be warmed by its flames. Turn back to Yevon. Look into his eyes as he looks into yours. Imagine how you’ll claim him tonight. Those eyes that ignite your fancy, that form that fans your flames.” The bull did so. Yevon wiggled his toes at the mocha mammal.


Lowell brought his hand away, satisfied that Richard had regained control of himself. It moved along the bull’s fine form. Past his ribs, along his pelvis, before resting quite snugly in the crevice between the cock and leg. Richard only slightly flinched but he didn’t look away. Yevon finally roused himself. Running paws up and down his body, dutifully keeping eye contact with the bull. Another inch of the lion’s lover’s cock emerging from his dormant home.


Richard’s own body was reacting accordingly as well. Lowell breathed in deeply, the room had long filled with the musk of three sexual beings. A subtle layering of smell on smell. Forest cedar, tanned leather, and sandalwood. It reawakened Lowell’s own loins, he didn’t make any move to pleasure himself though. He needed to stay focused on what was happening, remain in control while the other two became swept up in desire.


Lotioned paw pads grooved up and down the bull’s engorging shaft. Lowell noted with satisfaction the throaty moans coming from his starring actor.


Yevon loved watching Lowell jack off other men. Deep in his mind he knew there was a possibility that his Löwe was imagining he was stroking his own dick, one that could please others. That just turned Yevon on more, two sexy beings lorded over him from their place at the foot of the bed. One whose life he shared and one for whom he opened up his bed for the evening. The itch under his tail quickly turning into a pain, he needed something up there and soon. He could hold off a little longer, but they were quickly succumbing. He could tell by their eyes. Lowell’s daggers that cut deep into the wolf’s skin and Richard’s dark brown almost black that narrowed to dots, the bull’s wide nostrils flared as he whiffed deep the air of chamber. Yevon’s own sensitive nose loved the musk. He couldn’t get enough of the smell of two testosterone driven males competing against each other, competing for him.


His member reached full mast, the red rocket standing proud. Yevon sighed out as he gave himself a few shakes, a little tug and squeeze. Losing himself in his own desires and giving the lovely gentlemen a show. Their eyes remained locked together though. Lowell’s strokes were long and slow, up and down Richard’s whole shaft which tensed and flexed with every cycle. It was so hot. Yevon’s own fur keeping in heat that flushed his chest and groin. He began panting, almost at the limit of his patience.


‘Gods, please!’


‘I want him! I want him! I want him! I want him!’ Richard screamed over and over. Every hair on his neck was standing on end, the lion’s grasp around his member was a trickle when he needed a geyser. It wasn’t enough and he wanted, no, needed more! The view of Yevon pawing off, gaze fixed on him, it only urged him on more and more. He was about to break apart, the conscious grip on his body was tenuous. Like he was just one stroke away from losing to his desires.


He groaned and shut his eyes. A rather forceful stroke made him lose composure. It made his knees buckle and he fell forward. His hands depressed the mattress arm muscles tensing to bear his weight and the weight of the lion as he fell forward with him. Lowell’s sweaty form enveloped his own wet back. He tried in vain to keep his cool, to maintain his pride, but it was a losing battle. He had fallen right into the trap. Richard thought he’d only have to worry about Lowell, but the real bait was Yevon. The two working in tandem, battering him from all sides with raw sexuality. Adrenaline made him shake. He wanted to get off, needed to, or he was going to lose his mind.


“Please…” he whispered out, with shut eyes and clenched teeth. The pleasant hand evaporated from his junk. His breath hot and heavy.


“Please what, Richard?” the lion rumbled in his ears and along his back. He wanted to get angry, fight back, resist but the heady scents fogged his brain and frazzled his willpower. He was burning.


“I need to cum, please, let me cum.” The bull shamefully begged. Ego deteriorating as the only foundation he had at the moment was the passion building in his gut. Desperate.


“Do you feel desire’s fuego within you?”


“Yes.”


“Do you feel the unbearable need to take Yevon?”


“Yes!” he screamed. ‘Please!!’


“Then get atop of him, Richard. Claim your prize.” The bull didn’t need any further urging. He crawled on the bed, dick waving in the wind as he positioned himself face to face with the wolf. Black fur weaved with brown as Yevon’s arms skittered around his chest. A strong push against his head forced him into the wolf’s neck. The smell, unbearable before, was intoxicating now. Fully assaulting his senses. Richard was glad Lowell wasn’t stroking his dick anymore since he was sure that he’d explode then and there if he had been.


Legs curled around his torso. A slow yet gradual tug on his tail pulled his hips back. Slimy shafts licked by each other. Hands returned to his dick, positioning it for him. The same ring of muscle he was plowing before pecked his head. The bull wanted to thrust, to mount, to take. But he waited, getting even more drunk on the odor. The mattress caved even more under them as a third body crawled upon their quickly growing stack of limbs and life.


Weight pressed into his back once again. His knees and hands fought to stay upright.


“Do it.” he heard, unsure which of the two spoke. He didn’t stop to wonder as he thrust in.


Lowell loved watching Yevon’s face burst with pleasure as someone rams into him. Thick thighs that contained the force of thousands of years of breeding a work animal plowing the virile field of the wolf’s ass. What was most satisfying was the groan, the moan of a lover losing themselves. It was the finest music to Lowell’s ears, better than he ever heard on stage. Tongue lulling out his mouth, eyes glazing over as Richard drilled him again and again. Squeaks of bed springs and thumps of the headboard as the bull pushed as deep as he could, as strong as he could, as fast as he could with the added weight of the lion above him.


It was like night and day from how he looked earlier in the night. It was amazing how lost he got in pleasure as a strong man sought every inch of him, inside or out. Strong, broad, adequate. Lowell felt himself slipping. The wiggly monsters and insecurities sought the light of day. As much as he wanted, he couldn’t lie to himself forever. He couldn’t make Yevon feel that way. Frustration at his own inferiority made him hang his head in shame.


In a brief moment of clarity the wolf reached for the lion, white tipped fingers that wanted him. The lion’s heart melted. He found hope in that reach. He took the hands, fingers curled about each other. Lowell shook his head to clear his thoughts. Hair from his long, groomed mane flipping into his face. ‘This is for Yevon, this all was for Yevon.’ He reminded himself. The wolf’s golden eyes met his. Even lost in the throes of passion, the wolf looked for him.


Yevon needed something to hold, to grab. Richard’s thrusts felt so much deeper, so much more passionate, so much more wild. Passionate fires had definitely been lit inside the bull. He wasn’t thrusting for anyone but himself, and Yevon was all for it. Lowell’s background fiddling worked wonders. Each other second, he was stretched to accommodate Richard’s girth. His prostate pummeled. His ass gripped down. His cock shot more and more pre as he sat and took it. But all of that emotion, sensation, exhilaration. It can get intense. So he reached for Lowell and the lion reached back. An anchor to orient himself in the whirlwind. ‘Lowell, it’s amazing.’ he praised. ‘You feel so huge, so powerful, so fucking good!’


Richard had no such anchor, he was close already and every thrust was just writhing closer and closer to his climax. ‘Mine, mine, mine!!’ he shouted. His hands balled the comforter that was quickly getting soiled with sweat and grime. He didn’t care, it wasn’t his bed. But the wolf was. His ass was still as amazing as before but that was Rich’s experience, he was Richard and he wasn’t holding anything back any more. In vain, he tried to stem the tide building in his balls. Pressure boiling over, over capacity vessels, overstimulated nerves, and taxed muscles. He couldn’t last any more. He didn’t want to.


“I’m close. Where do you want it?”


“In.” the lion said.


“In.” the wolf said.


‘In.’ He answered himself.


He came.


The bull mooed out. The lion felt the tremors in his legs, his back, his entire being from where he rested on top of him. Lowell counted six shakes over the course of ten seconds. Richard collapsed, but Lowell was prepared for it. He rolled the spent lover over, off of his partner. The mess he left under Yevon’s fine tail was not his concern right now.


He attacked Yevon’s muzzle, forcing his tongue deep into the maw. Yevon hummed and closed his eyes. Paws wrapped around him. Pulling him close. Keeping him together. The lion humped against the wolf who hadn’t cum yet. Hadn’t been satisfied yet.


Yevon hardly comprehended the switch, the lion snaking into him. He just let it go. The feeling of fur and cloth along his dick felt nice, but not enough. He was so close. So close! SO CLOSE!


Strong fingers wrapped around the base of his knot that had become inflated. Primal instructions from ages past were executed. He came! Painting his own black pelt with his white seed.


Richard couldn’t move, he just laid on his back and panted. Cooler air passed over him, but he had his head turned to watch the rest of the action. It was quick, hardly a minute more. Lowell hadn’t waited even a second to pounce, to reclaim his spot above Yevon. Only a handful of strokes were necessary before Richard watched the wolf blast the two of them with a triplet of streams of cum.


The entire time they were making out. Yevon’s arms combing through the lion’s mane. Lowell’s were grasping the wolf’s hips. Unmatched passion. They matched the other perfectly, and Rich was feeling like a third wheel again.


As the bull calmed down from his orgasmic high, he felt Richard leave his body. He was once again envious. These two had something real, he had misjudged the lion for being so carefree with who Yevon sleeps with but, no, there was something else here. Rich probably wouldn’t know what, and he wouldn’t ask. He was just here to bear witness to the two partners, but still, it was wonderful to watch.


Lowell broke the kiss, strings of saliva bridging the span between him. Yevon’s eyes crawled open, glowing bright and completely focused on him. Lowell saw himself in the reflection of the pupils.


“Hey.” He said, the first real words towards the wolf since getting home.


“Hi.” Yevon returned breathilly.


“How was it?”


“Wonderful!” The wolf said with a little shake of his entire body.


“Satisfied?”


“Completely.”


“I’m glad.”


The two slipped into silence for a moment or two. Taking a breather from the exhaustion actions of the last half hour.


“Umm…” They heard from the side.


Yevon turned towards the bull. The large man looked a little sheepish with his hands on his chest.


“Should I go?” He asked.


Yevon turned back to his Löwe. The two shared a brief look. The lion shrugged. Yevon looked back at the bull.


“Unless you want to stay the night, it’s pretty late.” The wolf offered. The bull was a little shocked as he heard the offer, clearly he wasn’t expecting that.


“Are you both sure..?” He asked again. Lowell spoke up this time.


“Don’t leave on my account. Yevon brought you back for the night, you're free to stay till morning.” The dominant tone in his voice was gone, a softer spin on the rough and gruff. ‘A six foot teddy bear.’ Yevon thought.


“Yeah, honestly no pressure. We’re just gonna sit and cuddle.” Yevon added with a wink. The bull blushed and looked away. ‘Oooh, a cuddler! How adorable!’ The wolf reached out a paw to the shy bovine. “Come over here, cutie!”


Rich wanted to, he remembered that he promised he would. Or, well, Richard said that. That paw was really inviting however. And Lowell looked okay with it. He just continued to nuzzle the wolf’s muzzle. ‘They look so cute together. Would it really be okay?’


Little white fingers beckoned at him.


‘Well, I already fucked him. how much weirder could it get?’ He said as he grabbed the offering hand.


He rolled over to the pair unsure how this would work. Lowell rolled to the far side and turned to spoon the wolf. Yevon patted a little space right in front of him which Rich just nestled in, a couple inches away. The wolf took the initiative and reached out to stroke his chest. Those fingers felt so nice as they pet him. It reminded him again that he didn’t have anyone like this in his life. ‘These two…’ he thought. He was quite envious. But he chose to let that go, cause for tonight at least he could be a part of it.