Zero returned home after finishing up the last of his errands, and was slapped with the smell of fresh linens and marijuana. As annoying as it was, that was pretty par for the course. As he drew further inside the house, he picked up miniscule traces of pheromones from the last person he’d expected. He rushed up the stairs and down the hall, unlocked the door, and scrutinized his room. It smelled like concentrated fresh linens, weed, and sex pheromones too. On the bed, his wolf lay damp, but asleep. He closed the door, sped walked down the hallways to his friend’s rooms, and barked at the closed doors.

“What’s with the fucking smell?!”

They all opened their doors and kept their faces neutral. Gervais, with sclera redder than Satan's ass, spoke up.

“We smoked a looooot of lettuce, boss man. Forgot that you hate the smell, so we sprayed your room. Sorry about that.”

“I hate air fresheners even more. Did you think that would cancel out the stenches?”

He glowered at them, and they shrunk back reflexively. They could only hope that the smell of his guest’s pheromones would be considered an exclusive event. He stalked off without another word, and they stood frozen for a few moments before slowly closing their doors. They were in the clear for now.

Zero made his way back to his room, and was waking his little wolf up immediately.

“Hello, cute one. What did you get up to while I was gone? A bath, and what else?”

Gadget glanced over his shoulder, before curling back up and ignoring the jackal. He was sick of everyone bothering him. Zero shook his head in agitation.

“I can smell your pheromones in here, as well as a team mate’s. It would be in your best interest to respond when I speak to you.”

The wolf wasn’t stupid. Before those asshole jackals had left the room, they’d pressured him into their cover story as well. Regardless, he agreed to it because he knew it would only cause more trouble for himself if he told on them.

“They came in here to get rid of the weed smell, and one of them kept complimenting me.”

Zero mulled the other’s words over. Lance would get excited just looking at someone if he wanted them enough. He would have to keep an eye on him.

“Hmm… and your own?”

Gadget sighed before commencing his act. He sat up and spat at the other.

“Can I not have some me time in the bath?! I just wanted to forget about what you did!”

The latter wasn’t truly a lie after all.

“Tch. I will leave you alone to rest for a while - you must be very ornery when you lack proper sleep.”

The wolf wanted to strangle this guy. Zero pivoted and began striding out of his room.

“I’ll still be ornery as long as you keep me here! Asshole!”

The jackal stopped short, and glanced over his shoulder. Gadget paled at the look he was subjected to - it carried much more sinister undertones than anything else he’d seen from the other canine.

“I believe I’ve made my point. If I need to punish you to acquire obedience, I will do what must be done.”

Gadget stared down at his hands as tears blurred his vision. He nodded solemnly, and Zero took his leave. Everyone in this place was awful. He just wanted to get back to his apartment, chew his friends out for making him go to that club, and pretend none of this had ever happened. He hadn’t minded being small in the past, but now he wished he’d spent time working out so he’d have a better likelihood of defending himself.

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Zero was gone again, and this time Gadget had promised he would behave. Being leashed up like an untrained dog for the past few days had been cutting at his dignity. With the security system still in place, it was clear who had the upper hand until the wolf could figure out how to disable it. Electricity scared him - even plugging or unplugging something had always caused him to wince. He was still upset and frightened by the shock he’d received a few days ago.

He liked to eat, and lately his diet had been dismal. Food was a huge comfort for him, and he’d be damned if he was going to sit in that monstrous jackal’s bedroom when he could be raiding their kitchen for snacks. He wasn’t sure who else was around, so he was cautious as he made his way through their abode and to his destination. Considering those other jackals smoked way too much pot for their own good, he was right to guess that there would be tons of junk to munch on. He rummaged through every nook and cranny to gauge what his options were, before choosing a large bag of baking chocolate.

“I doubt those idiots have ever baked anything other than their brains.”

Gadget stuffed his hand into the bag and threw a pile of chocolate chips into his mouth. A moment later, he coughed a few up when a pair of arms arrested his torso from behind.

“What’s this? Is the little wolf sneaking around, eating our food and insulting us behind our backs?”

The red canine struggled in the grasp, while chewing and swallowing what he hadn’t spat out in shock. Like hell he was going to lose any more chips. He looked behind him as best he could, and identified his aggressor as Pierce, by the red bandana around his neck.

“I’ll go wherever, and eat whatever I want! It’s not like I can leave and get my own food!”

He’d been forced to eat meals alongside them, which only upset and angered him. He would rather eat elsewhere alone - two of four jackals had assaulted him for their own selfish pleasure, and seeing them so jovial at the dinner table made him sick. The other two condoned it, so they didn’t rank much higher on his disposition scale. The only silver lining was that they let him have as many helpings as he wanted - but it still wasn’t the same.

“You eat more than any of us despite being half our size. I just think it’s funny. Shouldn’t you slow down a bit? You eat like that cuz you’re scared it’ll get taken away?”

Gadget, who had already tuckered himself out, went limp in the other’s arms. He was getting used to not having his own autonomy by this point.

“I don’t have anything else going for me right now. Let me have the food at least…”

Pierce pretended to mull it over for a moment, before smirking predatorily. It went unseen by the bundle of wolf in his arms.

“I’ll ‘let’ you have the food, if you come to my room with me…”

The crimson canine almost cried right there. He didn’t want a third jackal up in his business, or up inside him for that matter.

“Never mind… I don’t want it that badly.”

His chin was gently grasped and tilted upwards, forcing him to make eye contact with the other’s sharp gaze.

“Come on… any food that your little heart could yearn for, I’ll get it for you. Not just what we have in the house. I’ll bet my left nut that Zero sucks in bed, and unlike a certain big oaf, I’m an attentive lover…”

His palm ghosted over Gadget’s belly, making him shiver. The reminder of the two who’d already had their way with his body made him realize how he never had the liberty of choosing for himself.

Maybe I should give in, just to make Zero angry if he finds out.

Pierce took the bag of chocolate out of the other’s hand and placed it on the counter, before taking a chip in his own. He pushed it into the wolf’s mouth, and that was all it took for Gadget to be coaxed...
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He was carried up the stairs by the waist like a doll. Having the bag of chocolate returned to him helped curb his ire over it. He crushed as many as he could before he was placed on the messy bed, and had the bag taken again. Pierce locked his door and advanced on the wolf.

“Enough snacking for now, huh? It’s my turn.”

He grabbed Gadget’s thin wrists, and pushed him down onto the sheets. Pierce loomed over him, and then latched his mouth onto a soft fur-covered nipple. The red canine cried out in surprise along with an upward buck of his hips, and Pierce internally whooped. Most of the chicks he’d been with loved being touched there, so he’d gone out on a limb thinking his boss’s little plaything would too. The jackal raked his bare hands along Gadget’s sides, and drank in the pleasured moans. He latched onto the other nipple, which had hardened from the ministrations on the other, and reached down to palm between the wolf’s legs. His shaky hands reached up and wrapped under Pierce’s arms to grip his upper back. The darker mobian hummed with delight at how easy it was to play with his body. He began dragging himself down south, peppering heated kisses on Gadget’s body along the way, before pressing his muzzle against his target. The wolf instinctually placed his hands on either side of Pierce’s head, causing him to smirk devilishly.

“Something tells me that you’ve never experienced oral sex.”

Gadget broke out of his pleased trance and looked up with a beet-red muzzle. He was soaking the bed sheets in sweat, and Pierce was positive he would cum right away if he kept it up. The crimson canine wasn’t able to string sentences together, but Pierce had already known the answer anyway. His tongue darted out and went to work lavishing the already hard member in saliva, before taking it in his mouth. It was no challenge considering its cute size - proportionate to its owner, just as he’d expected. He was positive that his friends could hear the wolf’s sensual cries, and they motivated him to step his game up. But with the wolf’s complete lack of experience, he blew his load only moments afterward. Pierce swallowed it with ease and smirked up at the flustered wolf.

“You’re fine - exactly what I expected from a rookie. But I’m not done with you yet…”
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Lance and Gervais could smell their leader’s toy all over their friend as he walked out of the laundry room. They both jerked their doors open, and Gervais growled in annoyance.

“Nooo. No. I’m not covering for you too. What the fuck happened with your high and mighty lecture you gave Lance?!”

Pierce was as calm as ever.

“Did you miss the part where I said ‘if you can get them willing, they’re fair game’? Gadget is fucking easy. Lance is just a dumb brute.”

The green headbanded jackal balked in outrage.

“I’m pretty sure my bedpost has more notches than you, dickhead!”

Pierce gave him a shit eating grin.

“After what happened earlier this week, I can’t help but wonder how many more of those were unwilling.”

Gervais stepped between the two, before the largest of them could lose his temper.

“Besides, I wasn’t going to ask for cover. Unlike Lance, I actually thought ahead. I just put all my bedding in the wash, and now I’m gonna take the wolf in my shower. And then scrub us down.”

He walked off cackling like an asshole, and Gervais could just barely hold the larger jackal back.