Rabble, the New Guest

	Yawning, James sat up. Did he get too drunk last night? Was he sleepwalking? This was the fourth week in row he slept and awoke outside his room. The frequency of it was increasing too. Before, it was maybe two times a week. Every single night now he was in his living room by dawn. Shaking his head, the Lucario looked around. Furniture displaced, photos were knocked over, and his television was still on. Worryingly, there were used condoms and various adult toys by his feat. Again. Canine sense of smell told him that he had been very productive last night and his paws on his sticky lap confirmed it.
	“Uuuuuunf!” James grunted. Futilely, he tried to sit up. His ass was incredibly sore again.  Tenderly reaching down, he started feeling his large bubble butt up. Aches and pains racked his sizeable biceps and rear. It didn’t help his canine member was standing at full mast, bulbous knot swollen completely. Stiff, rigid plastic could be felt in his paws. Had he hilted on a dildo in his sleep too? Great. Another thing to clean. “Fuck it… I’m not worrying about this shit on a Saturday. Better clean off.” Groaning, James stood up. Legs shaking, he kept one paw on the sofa and waited until he had sufficient balance. Unsteady, irregular steps with his digitigrade paws took him to the master bathroom.
	Beautiful was an understatement. Black granite counters, ornate, floral light fixtures, cream-colored tiles, and golden handrails around the shower doors, with frosted glass windows letting in light from the lake, and clean, white, ceramic utilities. The only thing disturbing the elegance was giant, buff Lucario waddling in through the oak door. “Alright. Alright James. Just got to pull it out…Just pull it—” Shockingly, the dildo slid out easily. Spotless as well! Suppressing a groan, James stood it up on the granite surrounding the sink. Biting his lip, he turned his back to the mirror and tilted his head. Sighing, his gravely voice spoke softly, “Yep…that’s a doughnut there…”
	Steam filled the room with the sound of water accompanying it. James attempted to meditate as he started to wash himself. Focusing his aura, James shouted aloud, “Calm Mind!” What the hot water did to relax his muscles, the psychic move did to relax his brain. Rubbing soap into his groin, he started to scrub the stickiness off his body. “Let’s try to carry on. Don’t worry James. You’re not going insane.” Humming no particular tune, James tried to return to normalcy. Tried. Shivers ran up his spine again, the same ones that he felt ever since he moved into his new home. Clenching his paw, he turned around, letting the hot water pound his back, to limited success.

	[b]Beeeeeep! Beeeeeeep! Beeeeeeep![/b]
	The timer sang out. Hobbling over to the stove, James pulled reached over and pressed ‘Stop’. Breathing in, a smile crept across his face. Curry was an odd choice of breakfast, but James had been addicted to the stuff. Sausage and Lum berries were a favorite combo of his. Bottle of water in one paw, skillet with curry in the other, and a Sitrus berry tucked between his giant pecs for good measure, James sat down to begin his breakfast. Wincing a bit as he sat, James shut one eye and began to grit his teeth. Putting aside his water, James reached for the berry buried in the valley between his pecs and chomped on it. “Perfect~ Always so refreshing.” Energy surged through his body. From the tips of his ears down to his beans, all the aches and pains from last night seemed to evaporate.
	Breakfast proceeded without incident. The sunny, cloudless day sparked some measure of joy in James as the summer heat began bearing down on him. Even the stern Steel-type part of him didn’t ruin his puppyhood love of the heat. Jersey, shorts, and another bottle of water at the ready, James reached for the doorknob to start doing his cardio for the day…then lightning hit his brain. Flashbacks to the night he first arrived came to the forefront of his thoughts. The party, the greetings, the food, all of it. Taylor’s offer to go to the gym was the most lucid memory of them all.
	Deep bass ringed clearly in James’ mind, “You’re my type of guy, James. Can’t wait to learn more about you. Maybe we can hit the gym together and have lunch sometime!”
	Once the memory finished playing out, James blinked. A moment later, he turned around. There was a call he had to make.

	“Didn’t expect ya’ to actually take me up on the offer!” The Machamp grinned, two arms on the steering wheel of his jeep, one adjusting his sunglasses, and the other behind the headrest. Clearly, he was trying to look cool.
	Nodding, James leaned down to climb into the vehicle. Tidy, orderly, and not at all what he expected from the Machamp based on their last meeting. Tossing a gym bag in the back with his spare clothes, water, and some protein, James buckled up. Clearing his throat, he spoke without looking at his fellow Fighting-type, “My thanks. I remembered what you said suddenly and thought it would be good to take you up on the offer. I needed to see the gym at some point.”
	Winking, the Machamp retorted with a snort, “Suuuuuuuure~ Not out to find some cute guys at all!”
	Sarcastic tone aside, Taylor seemed friendly enough. He began to ruffle James’ headfur with the hand he kept behind the headrest. Giving an indignant huff, James turned his head toward the window. “Not at all. I won’t be able to keep this level of musculature without proper equipment, even as a Fighting-type.”
	“Suuuuuure~” Taylor rolled his eyes.
	“Of cour—” James couldn’t even snap back. Taylor twisted the key…
	[b]VROOOOM![/b]
	…and they took off!

	Speeding got them far. 20 minutes after, the duo had already circumnavigated the lake and were only a few miles out of city. Wind whipped them through the open windows. Living up to his canine nature, James stuck his head out and felt the gales rush through his fur. Route 511 gave away to a city. Auras flooded James’ senses. Different colors and strengths surrounded him. Closer to the heart of the city, those auras grew stronger, brighter, and almost corporeal.
	Grocers, apartments, office buildings, and everywhere James looked, flowers hung. Chrysanthemums, honeysuckles, and roses wreathed the doors and windows on nigh every building. Glorious golds, vibrant violets, and resplendent reds entranced the Lucario. Unable to hide his joy, he could feel a smile creep across his muzzle. It was just like home. His jaw dropped as the gym came into view.
	“You’ll swallow a fly if you keep ya’ maw open like that.” Using a free hand, the handy humanoid applied one finger to the canine’s lower jaw, pushing it back up to close it. He didn’t bother to hide his smirk.
	“Hmph.” Indignant, James crossed his arms. He didn’t even care there was another chill up his spine again. Rationalizing (and deflecting) he retorted, “It’s just a yawn. Long car rides exhaust me.”
	“Ha! How about we get moving inside then. Get the blood pumping to your head again!” Parking next to the entrance, the Machamp collected his keys and stepped out of the vehicle with his guest.
	Standing before them was a large, brick building covered in the same flowers the rest of the town. Paintings of numerous Fighting-Types flexing painted on the brick in blacks and whites. The only exception was that of a well-built Incineroar painted in black and crimson. Sliding glass doors led into a particularly vibrant lobby. Potted ferns, chairs around the walls, and the same flowers from outside. Their boots clicked on the tile floor as they walked to a small reception desk a Mightyean was manning.
	Looking up from his papers, he nodded slightly. Gazing at the pair, a smile bloomed. “Taylor! Welcome back. Seems you brought in a new friend. Welcome to Blmost Gym!” Rising up, he leaned forward on his desk. ‘Edgar’ was written on the collar tag tingling around his neck. Thick neck, broad shoulders, a tank top that barely concealed his massive chest, bulky biceps, and a large, obvious bulge. Edgar really put the mighty in Mightyena. Tail up, he put his head in his paws and looked James up. “Who’s the new guy? Another date~?”
	“Naaaaah~ James here’s the new arrival. Moved inta’ the lake house outside town.” Roughly, Taylor pushed James forward to the desk. Walking past the register and to the changing room, Taylor shouted, “Hurry up and get registered and meet me back by the weight room!”
	The door slammed shut when Taylor left. Rolling his eyes, Edgar placed a badge and some papers on the desk facing James. With a sigh, he puts a smile back on his muzzle saying, “Alright. Name, date of hatching, signature, and all that. You’ll get your gym badge and be free to try out the facility for one month free of charge!” Pushing a ballpoint pen over, Edgar sat back down and resumed his work.

	Grunting, panting, and the sounds of banging metal all flooded James’ ears as he stepped into the weight room. Aromas of sweat and musk wafted to his sensitive nose in waves. Hitmontop doing pull-ups, Machokes on barbells, a Pangoro doing squats, Venasaurs on treadmills, a Dunsparce doing curl-ups, and so many more. This gym seemed to attract all types. Four loud clangs echoed to James’ right. Startled, he pivoted to see Taylor dropped his barbells. James didn’t even have time to roll his eyes before the wall of muscles was on him. James couldn’t muster much, only uttering a muffled, “Mmmmph! Gef ooffff!” as his snout was buried in the valley of Taylor’s pecs.
	“HA hahahahaha!” Taylor said with a smirk. His cocky attitude certainly shy away from being loud or physical when surrounded by strangers. “Come on! Let’s get to it!” Not allowing James to protest, he latched onto James’ wrist and yanked him over to a free barbell set. Guess it was chest day for him. Forcing James to be the spotter, he used all four of his arms and got to work lifting 700lbs. One, two, three, and four. Up, down, up, and down. Over and over again. Ten reps, ten times, all over ten minutes. Sweat glistened on Taylor’s gray chest and arms. He was completely unfazed by the amount of weight he was benching.
	Stupefied silence. Mouth agape and eyes wide. That’s all James could muster. Even watching his gym partner getting up and wiping his brow like it was just mildly humid out added to his astonishment. Words escaped him. “Uh…um…” stuttering finally managed to tumble out of the jackal’s brain. It was only a wave of heat that snapped him out of his trance.
	“Oi! Didn’t know we had a newbie joining up with us! Put her there!” Red and black fur snaked up in bands from the extended paw in James’ snoot. They led up to a friendly, fanged feline face. It was an Incineroar, just like the one painted on the bricks of the gym. He was a looker. The excessive fluff covering him didn’t hide his musculature. Calves that looked like they belonged on a horse, a six pack of abs, pecs large enough to be a shelf, biceps that took up most of the arm’s width, and a thick neck a gold chain necklace hung around. There was toothy grin and eyes that eyes that sparkled with delight. He was positively giddy. Keeping his paw out, he chuffed and inquired, “What’s your name, bud? Where you come from?”
	“Ooooooh! Well, if that isn’t old Rabble. You always were the outgoing type.” With one hand, Taylor pulled James back to his side and gave a kinda cold smile. “He moved into the estate across the lake. Being a fellow Fighting-type, thought it only right to bring him to the town’s gym.”
	“Ahhhhh. Your haunt is that cursed house now? If the place gets too spooky, I always have a guest room!” Hearty laughter overpowered the sounds of exercise in the background. Pulling his arms to his sides, the older cat closed his eyes and threw his head back. His deep bass voice sang out. It took a minute for him to calm down, and when he did, he had to wipe a tear from his eye. Each breath of his sent out more heated air. Nothing too hot, his heat seemed almost soothing, like a hot shower or hot pad to dissipate soreness. “Going for weightlifting, eh? Let this old cat show you guys a thing of two!”
	Showy indeed. Before either could step aside, the shockingly lithe cat pounced to the bench. Rubbing his paws together a second and breathing on them, Rabble grit his teeth and grabbed onto the bar. With a loud huff, there was a clang of metal as he easily heaved the 700lbs Taylor had been using. Those arms and chest weren’t for show. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. The Fire-type grew more heated. Embers seemed to glow in of the belt of flame around his hips. Grunt, groan, grunt, groan. Rabble was faster than Taylor! James couldn’t tell if the shivers he felt down his spine were the usual ones or from being awestruck.
	With a loud clang the bar was set back in place. Panting loudly, Rabble sat up and gave a cocky wink to the pair. Wiping his paw pads off with a rag, he sat back up and then wiped the seat off. Patting it, he gestured to James and shouted, “New guy! Come on and give it a shot!” Impatiently, he grabbed James by the wrist and brought him to the bench.
	“Uuuh…Yeah. Sure.” This wasn’t his usual amount of weight. Being part Steel-type gave James a bit of an edge here, having powerful muscles and a powerful frame. The bar and bench were still warm. He was trying not to be flashy, but it was hard to fake strain as he hefted was Taylor needed four arms for and Rabble strained to lift. Impeccable form, powerful grip, and strong lungs helped him immensely. Push, pull, push, pull. Exercise did wonders for James’ psyche. It became hypnotic to him as he got to relax his mind and build form. He wasn’t even breathing deeply. Extending his arms in full, then bringing the bar down to his pecs. The world became very small right now. James hadn’t even noticed the minutes pass until he realized that Rabble began clapping for him.
	“Nice! Impressive stuff, kid!” The loud cat was standing at the foot of the bench, chest puffing with pride watching James. He was beaming. Knowing his gym equipment was helping might’ve made this better for him.
	Taylor, meanwhile, was shocked. He seemed almost incredulous watching James’ musculature at work. Wide-eyed and slack-jawed, he was just watching from the head of the bench, still leaning over. Apparently, he had become James’ spotter.
	Raising the bar up to resting position, James sat up and began wiping down his paw pads and the bar. “Thanks. My name is James.” Breath still steady, James switched to wiping down the bench. “It is supposed to be my cardio day though.”
	“I think a few treadmills just opened up!” Curling his arm up towards himself, Rabble began prancing over to one machine himself.

	Twilight hours creeped in as the trio started to wind down. Heading to the shower room, they were all going through a dopamine high. Even James was a bit giddy now. Tired, sweaty, and happy, all three got their towels ready. Damp heat washed over them as they got into separate stalls. The shower room was rather plain. Beige, white, and blue two by two tiles lined up on the floor and walls sloping down to drains in the center of the room. Opaque plastic dividers were installed between each showerhead with the only other furnishings being some simple wooden benches in the center of the room.
	“Floaroma Town, eh? Never knew you were from there. Don’t see many Lucario from there. Hope the flowers here reminded you of home then!” Rabble shouted as he hopped into the farthest stall.
	“It did. The blossoms were rather nice.” James hopped into the nearest stall towards the door. The stall itself seemed nice. A sign above the cylindrical shower knobs showing which one was hot and which one was cold. Small, circular stands with a small depression inside the circumference showed where any soaps could be placed. Towel hangers were on his right, by his back. There were even different sets of these, with some of the soap holders and hangers being close to the ground and shower knobs being replaced with buttons to stand on at the bottom. Probably to ensure that smaller or quadrupedal Pokémon could still shower.
	Taylor, taking the middle, seemed to be in a mood now. There wasn’t much fervor from the usual rowdy Fighting-type. Interjecting himself into the conversation, he bluntly grumbled, “Rabble, your car working? Got to bail. Give James a ride home.”
	If James was able to see Rabble’s face now, he’d probably see the incredulity in his voice as he inquired, “Beg pardon? Don’t you live out that way yourself?”
	Sounds of wet feet slapping against the tiles followed. The middle stall was now vacant. Low growling came from the Rabble’s stall, but that didn’t deter Taylor. In an ungodly quick fashion, the sounds of him dressing and leaving followed moments after.
	[b]BANG![/b]
	James gasped as Rabble practically roared, “That prick!!! Up and abandon people like that when he can’t get his way!”  He was really showing his Fire-type now. Clouds of steam raced from his stall out to the rest of the shower room.
	“Uuuh… S-Should I contact Nathan or Allen? They would probably- “
	“No… No. I’ll take you home myself. Got to close up the gym anyway for the night. Wait in the red van out back for me.”
	“Got it.”
	The rest of the time in the showers, the melody of falling water was joined by the din of fizzling embers. There was another cold shudder down James’ back.

	Soon enough, the car door slammed shut as Rabble hopped into the driver’s seat. The red van was rather clean and organized, despite the owner’s name. Pine scented, clean dashboard, not a scratch or blemish on any of the old seats. Externally, it was just as clean, if not more ostentatious. Emblazoned with decals of Rabble, bumpers covered in stickers of his gym, and a few floral designs made the vehicle busy visually.
	“Sorry for the wait. Taylor said you were at the old lake house, right?”
	“Yes.”
	“Sure thing.” Key in the ignition, the engine roared to life. Once startup was finished, the engine purred pleasingly. Winking, Rabble added, “Had her tuned up recently. Makes for a smoother ride.”
	Smooth indeed. It was like a dream as the van pulled out of the lot. Rabble had paid well for his performance. Turning back to the streets, the flowers came into view again. A smile broke out across James’ face once again.
	“Pretty, ain’t it?” Rabble had a smile on his face as well. His chest began puffing out like earlier. “Just what I hoped for. There was a contest to design a bouquet for the summer solstice. Yours truly won!”
	“Congratulations. It’s a rather nice arrangement.” Admiration had snuck into James’ voice. He had been very impressed with the older cat. Enough to finally find the words to say so. “A gym, the flowers, your own personal strength, and being so friendly to someone you met today. You’ve left a positive impression on me today.”
	“Charming~ I like you too.” Grinning, Rabble took his right paw off the wheel and wrapped it around James’ shoulder.

	The drive back was easy. Dusk gave way to night and a brilliant full moon radiated in the sky above. The still, glassy waters of the lake were as calm as James was now. He gabbed with Rabble on the way back, talking about his new life on the outskirts of Blomst. All his new neighbors, exercise routine, and about the new job he took. Jokes, insights, and advice were shared as they kept winding along the road.
	“I’m shocked you’ve been willing to stay! Most all that live there give up and bail.”
	“There’s just a draft. I can put up with that.”
	“Hah! Sounds like you could use a Fire-type to keep you cozy, eh?”
	James gave a small chuckle. He took a moment to calculate a response. Clasping his paws together, he spoke with nervous trepidation, “That… would be lovely. I’d love a Fire-type like you.”
	“HAhahahahaha! Could just ask me over for the night, lad. Sure thing! Going to be too tired to drive back at this time of night anyway.”
	It was hard for James to hide his excitement. Voice trembling with anticipation he cleared his throat nonchalantly to little effect. “T-Thank you.”

	Click, chunk, and a turn and the front door to James’ home opened with a slight creak. Stepping to the left, he held out his arm to welcome Rabble in as he pushed the door the rest of the way open. It was old and worn, but fully furnished and working perfectly. Nothing fancy, but definitely impressive. The two passed into the foyer. Before, James might’ve jumped a bit at the groans and creaks, but time and company put his mind at ease.
	“Feel free to take a seat wherever. I’ll have dinner ready in a few.”
	“Daaaaamn you got a nice place. Hearing all the rumors you’d expect it to be decrepit.”
	Giving an amused huff, James rubbed the back of his head as he walked over to the kitchen. Reaching down for a pot he spoke softly, “I try to keep it orderly.” Grabbing some noodles, tomatoes, salt, and onions, he laid them all out and started chopping the tomatoes and onions.
	“Homemade?” There was a groan as the legs of the dining chairs shifted. Rabble took a seat at the table behind him.
	“Yes. Mostly. Always been a bit of a chef myself.”
	Leaning over a bit, Rabble’s eyes wandered. “Pasta, eh? Classic stuff! Reminds me of that classic movie with that Herdier and Furfrou.” Licking his lips, his eyes eventually began wandering all over James’ back and rear.
	“You’re right. Maybe we could put it on before we sleep.” Wiggling his hips to an inaudible tune (to Rabble’s delight), James began to fill the pot with water. Suddenly, James gasped as he felt shivers rock his spine. He felt hot. Very hot. Putting his paws on the countertop, he steadied himself.
	“Everything good, mate?” Rabble stood up and walked over to him. James’ hackles were standing, and he shook his head violently.
	Panting, he nodded. Holding onto Rabble’s paw, he spoken faintly, “A-All good. Sudden dizzy spell. I’m just enervated.” His voice seemed to be deeper than before. James’ eyes were crossing a bit as he blinked unevenly.
	Brow raised; Rabble seemed to disbelieve. Latching onto James’ other paw, he started to lead the Lucario over to the table. Practically forcing him into a chair, Rabble started scanning him, opening his maw and looking him over. Next, he tried looking into James’ eyes as he inquired, “You been eating right? No nausea?”
	Sheepishly nodding, James shuddered as another chill racked his spine. “Y-Yes.”
	“You think you’re getting sick?” Rabble wondered as he crossed his arms. He began tapping his foot and looked down at the floor. He heard a creak as James stood up and stretched. Reaching out to him with alarm on his face he exclaimed, “Hey now! You shouldn’t be—”
	“It’ll be fine, Stud. Just had to… collect myself, is all.”  James poked his tongue out and winked coyly. Flippantly, he ran a paw over Rabble’s pecs as he walked past, swinging his hips while walking back to the sink. “Have a seat! Food’ll be ready in a flash!”
	Confusion, shock, dismay, and lust seemed to compete in Rabble’s head. Wadding through mental molasses, he sluggishly sat down and gazed at James, mouth agape.

	[b]Beeeeeep! Beeeeeeep! Beeeeeeep![/b]
	“What did I tell you? We got that done in a flash!” Another wink, and James stood back up to get the pasta. Glazing it with the sauce, he put it onto two plates. The aroma was divine. Even if simple, the smell of home cooking was always a welcome one. Besides the sudden shift in personality, everything seemed normal enough.
	“Thank you” was all Rabble could muster. His usual deafening shout all but gone. The pasta did smell nice. James’ behavior was… odd, but he’s seen worse. Could it have been the moonlight? Maybe some sort of Steel-type thing he didn’t get? Promiscuous behavior or not, he was still enjoying himself. He began to eat up. The taste was wonderful. Premade noodles didn’t impress, but the sauce sat well with him. Day after day of needing to grab fast food thanks to running the gym dawn to dusk made even this simple meal a blessing.
	Putting his head in his paws, James stared at Rabble, lovestruck. Eating slowly, he spoke between bites, “So…still up for… the movie?”
	“Yeah. That’ll be nice…Are you certain your healthy?”
	“Of course. We’re fine, right?” James cocked his head, seemingly questioning himself. Nodding again he assured, “Yeah. We’re feeling fan-fucking-tastic!”

	Finishing dinner, James opted to start washing the dishes. Rabble made his way to the living room. He had already been impressed by the property before, but a giant flatscreen T.V., potted Oran and Lum berry bushes in the corners, a miniature chandelier on the ceiling to light the room, and leather sofas enamored him. While he couldn’t see the lake from the windows, he could see out to the forest, aglow with beams of moonlight. The dim lighting from the chandelier gave the room a romantic quality to it. Atmosphere was a powerful tool, as Rabble could feel the lingering doubts and questions in his heart begin to abate.
	The sound of rushing water stopped, and Rabble turned around to see James approach. Walking past the cat, he sat down on the sofa and grabbed a remote. Turning the television on, he turned back to the cat and began patting the open part of the sofa next to him. Deciding to abandon any worries, the cat sat down besides the jackal. With the movie running, they hoped that this would be a night to remember.
	“Don’t know why, but cheesy romance stuff like this just gets to me” James said, voice quivering a bit.
	“Aww, really? That’s cute, kid.” Wrapping a paw around James’ shoulder, Rabble was getting in the mood as well. Calm as he seemed, his heart was definitely beating faster.
	Leaning against Rabble’s chest, James wrapped his arms around the feline’s waist. Cuddling up, he could feel the heat emanating from the Fire-type. It was cozy, welcoming, and inviting. “Thanks. You’re rather cute yourself.”
	Amused, Rabble let out a chuff. Looking down to the jackal, he gave a sultry look. Rumble returning to his voice, he softly asked, “Oh really now?”
	Licking his chops, James gave a lusty look back. “Indeed~”
	Tension grew between the two. Both began to move their muzzles closer, closer, closer. Their tongues extended out to each other and began to tango. Opening wide, James gave a canine kiss, wrapping Rabble’s muzzle around his. Hot, sexy, attractive…and cold.
	“Mmmmph!” Rabble groaned, his eyes opening wide as he suddenly felt a chill traveling down his throat. He shuddered and shook with a chill that the Fire-type never knew. Shaking arms feebly attempted to push James off, who only threw more weight on the cat. Pinned, he began tapping James’ back, seeing if that would get through. He couldn’t stop the kiss, especially once the chill hit his spine. Rabble felt numb, almost disconnected from himself. He didn’t know how much time had passed, but his eyes began to roll back. Then it felt like something was swimming in his brain.

	Putting his paws to Rabble’s pecs, James pushed himself off and broke the embrace. Gasping and panting, he looked pleased with himself. In a voice that seemed unlike his own, he spoke, “You good, Titus? How is he?”
	Rabble’s eyes started to focus again. Rapid blinking followed him clenching and releasing his fists a few times. Breathing slowly, he reached up and started groping his pecs. Higher pitched, he spoke, “Thank you, Lightning. Feels perfect~”
	“You sure do love pecs a lot.” Lightning chuckled, leaning against Titus.
	“Favorite muscle group, after all.” Titus used his stolen feline arms to pull Lightning’s muzzle into them, mindful of the possessed jackal’s chest spike.
	Murring into the feline’s chest, Lightning reached down to the cat’s bulge and began exploring. “We’ve finally found a friend to play with. Did you want to have some fun?”
	Winking coyly, Titus reached around to grab the jackal’s ass. “Oh, you bet I do.”
	Clothing was only a hinderance now. The possessed duo began slowly grabbing at each other’s attire and stripping them off. Lightning undoing Rabble’s belt as Titus tugged off the James’ running shirt. Pushing down James’ track shorts and underwear while Lightning tugged off Rabble’s. Soon enough, the only thing left on was the gold chain necklace hanging around Rabble’s neck. Lightning’s eyes widened as they wandered over the feline. Wide hips, large thighs, balls the size of his fist, and a thick, jet-black barbed penis. It matched Rabble’s normally visible, massive musculature perfectly. Excitedly, Lightning ran upstairs to gather the lube and a condom. Meanwhile, Titus began wracking Rabble’s brain until he found what he was looking for in his discarded pants. Glaring white light shone in his face as he turned on Rabble’s phone and unlocked it. Laughing to himself, he cheekily added James’ number to it under the name of “Boyfriend.”
	Condom in one paw and lube in the other, Lightning wandered down. Without a word, he got busy, breaking open the seal, he immediately started rolling the thin, stretchy plastic over the feline’s dick. Titus began to purr happily as he felt attention being given to his nethers. Grabbing the bottle of lube, he began to unscrew it while Lightning finished putting protection on Titus. Once finished, he turned around, showing off the borrowed, bubbly booty. Pouring a couple dollops out, Titus began to rub lubricant over his covered cock.
	Lightning got onto all fours while Titus kneeled behind him. His tail was raised and it showed of the glorious doughnut from last night. Playfully, the controlled cat began to line up his dick to the jackal’s rear and pushed against it. Carefully maneuvering his hips, he started pushing…before angling up. With an amused huff, Lightning turned his head back and wondered, “Just hotdogging?” Either way, the possessed canine was game, keeping his legs apart and torso low for comfort and giving Titus better access. Felt nice to put something organic between those cheeks instead of more plastic.
	“Just getting hard first” Titus responded. Still adjusting to the misbegotten form, he was slowly becoming accustomed to its perks. Rabble had been training for years. Not just building muscle, but also muscle control. Trying to possess James the first night he arrived had taken hours and he only managed to gain sufficient control with Lightning in the co-pilot’s seat. Using Rabble’s muscles felt more natural than the body he was born with. Gentle, slow thrusts were mastered easily. Scanning Rabble’s mind, he had a lot of practice doing this! Muscle memory helped Titus’ grind. James’ ass was big enough that it practically swallowed his cock already. Fortunately, there was a familiar tingle in Titus’ crotch. Tingling that went to his second head and grew. Further and further.
	Lightning felt his ass slowly spread apart. His sheathe began to stir, helped by the feeling of his hole being prodded now and then. Eventually, a vermillion, veiny tip began to poke out of the protective case. Faint moaning and huffing escaped him. Quiet gave way once he felt a large pressure in his rear. “Mmmmmm~” was all he could moan as he felt Titus penetrate him. Canine member pushing out a couple inches, he began to pant as he felt his ass slowly get stuffed.
	“Oooooooh~” came from Titus. He was just as pleased with the ass he had shoved half his dick in. Four inches were already buried in that warm rear. Putting one paw on each cheek, Titus began to make slow, gentle thrusts to help loosen up Lightning. He wasn’t going to start pounding, not yet. This was going to be a special moment for the two. “W-Want it all in?”
	There was a jostle as Lightning began to nod and with lust dripping in his tone spoke, “Y-Yes… All of it. Please.” Sharply inhaling, Lightning felt a couple more inches push into him. He bit down on his lip while the Titus slowly warmed him up. Firm, hard gropes on his ass started to become frequent as well. Eventually, a knot began to form at the base of the canine’s length. Five inches of length started leaking pre from the tip, the clear liquid dripping onto the wooden floor.
	Investing time in adjusting James’ body for sexual activity was paying off well. Titus could tell Lightning was having fun. Shifting his paws slightly higher to James’ hips gave Titus the leverage needed to start hilting in the other male. Getting gutsy, he pulled back. With a smirk, he drove his dick back in.
	“Ah!” Lightning exclaimed. He felt his legs liquify as Titus started to rail him. Moans became common, panting accelerated, and his knot swelled to full size, the large tool and fuzzy orbs bouncing as his ass got rapidly plowed. More pre painted the floor. Lightning didn’t mind. They could always clean up later. Pulses traveled along the raging red rocket, each throb releasing more. The pre started to get cloudy. Pressure was building inside of it.
	Titus was feeling the need to release too. Each thrust squeezed his schlong. Plap! Plap! Plap! The air smelled of sex and the symphony of slaps and moans made it audible. “I-I’m almost…there.” Rabble’s eyes began to cross. It had been so long since the two were able to do this. Seeding Lightning seemed so tantalizing. Irresistible. Mere moments after saying that, Titus roared out, “Ah! Aaaah!”
	Throb after throb coursed in James’ ass. Lightning could feel every ounce of seed pumped out of Rabble into the condom. The vice on his ass loosened. Titus shifted his grip off Lightning and instead made James his pillar, support for all his weight. “Did that feel good?” was returned with a thumbs-up. Manipulating James’ muzzle into a smile, Lightning continued. “Nice. Want to stop here?”
	Dry, tired laughing came from Rabble. Titus began to pat the yellow back of James. Between each breath, he gave his best attempt at a seductive tone, “Before… you got off? Nah… Night is still… young… Got several loads left too~”