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"Are you really sure you wanna go ahead with this?"

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Emerald eyes glittered into mine from across the table, the coyote briefly occupied with another bite of steak in his mouth. Still, though, he reached one leg forward under the table and brushed his footpaw against mine, a warm, gentle touch.

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"Honestly?" Harley swallowed, and then flicked his tongue out over his lips. Half of a peppercorn stuck to the fur by his muzzle right before, and looking at his face a second later, he'd caught it and bitten right into it. "I'm a bit nervous. Excited, but nervous. I've just been taking that as a good sign." Then, he reached one paw forward under the table as well, and gave mine a squeeze. "Yeah. I wanna do this. I've been thinking about it a lot."

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I couldn't help but grin, there. It was amazing how far he'd come in his self-confidence in the months we'd been together. "You two haven't been scheming behind my back, have you?"

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"I'm not gonna tell you no, but..."

Zoey's breath caught in her throat as soon as she sat back on the edge of the bed, arms pressing into the mattress behind and beneath her for support. In her brief pause, she pursed her lips. "...but I was expecting you to be... at least a little less forward."

Harley lowered himself down between her legs in one smooth, easy movement, paws on her knees with his slender muzzle pointing up towards hers. He kept his eyes on her feline face for a second longer, then dropped his gaze to his true point of interest... and brought his fingers in, to start working at the button and zipper of her fly. "Am I supposed to apologize?

"Danny..." Another short inhalation of breath from the panther, her back going rigid against Harley's nose pressing into the short fur of her lower belly, right near the revealed waistband of her panties. He shifted his paws back around to her waist, and she lifted up a little bit to allow him to start to slide her jeans down. "Is your boyfriend - always this mouthy?"

At first I hadn't really known what to think about the whole thing. I'd known that the seeds had been there for quite a while, and that Harley and Zoey had been talking more and more among themselves. We both knew that she wanted it already, since she'd pretty much come out and told us that day after we bumped into each other at the movies, but Harley... he was all nervous and shy when he asked me about bringing her in for a threesome, and like - I could definitely understand why. But I was so stunned that he'd found the confidence to actually ask me, and ended up with this weird mixture of pride, joy, and then faint jealousy as well as arousal, and a few more weeks of talking and considering... and here we were now. Does today work? she'd texted me this morning; I get off work early, and I hear it just so happens that your coyote's off today too... ;3

A large part of it was how I was already very familiar with Zoey's presence, as a friend as well as in situations like this. That same day when she'd offered her assistance for a threesome, I'd also admitted to Harley that I once had a girlfriend, and... well.

Halfway through tugging my own shirt off over my shoulders, I let a light laugh out, and then looked over at the two of them. She had one paw on the back of the coyote's head, nestled firmly between her legs with his tail swaying behind him. I guess it wouldn't really be proper for someone like me to get upset about my boyfriend playing with someone else, right? That faint jealousy in my chest ended up quickly quashed by the simmering, glowing weight in my abdomen, the... tightness in my pants.

"Well, see, usually he uses his tongue, too-"

It was another shivering gasp that caught my attention, and the next thing my eyes focused on was the sight of Harley's tongue dragging up over the front of Zoey's panties, pale creamsicle-orange and delicate enough to show - detail, I could say. She stretched her legs further apart with that touch, and grinded her hips forward; Harley drew back for a moment, grinning up at her, and then dove right back in for another, this time leading with his nose as he licked through that thin cloth.

That made me chuckle. For our short-ish stint as a kinda-sorta item, I don't think I'd ever been able to make Zoey gasp like that. That was way back during high school, though, and we'd since moved on to our best-friends state; still, though, there was always the understanding and knowledge beneath that, that if the two of us ever did want to mess around some more... "Yeah. Kinda like that."

This time it was a short, quiet moan that made its way out between her lips. Zoey adjusted her posture a little bit, scooting closer to the edge of the mattress; Harley hooked his arms under her thighs and yanked her forward, eyes closed and the precise motions of his tongue and lips obscured behind the panther's leg. It looked as though he'd pulled her panties aside, though, and the way she churned her hips against his muzzle and gripped at the blankets beneath her verified that thought. "-Ugh. Christ, Danny, you've been... keeping this to yourself, the whole time?"

Harley's voice, muffled between her legs: "Well, I was the nervous one..."

Once the thought had been planted in my mind, I admit, spending time thinking about it just made it seem steadily more attractive. He started to tease me about it at night, actually, right when we were settling in to go to sleep; it was that teasing that really made me realize that he felt confident enough to do it, and I think it was my blushing and squirming (and throbbing) that made him realize I felt the same way.

Even with all of that, though, I still couldn't help but feel a little bit shy in the current situation. We had the apartment to ourselves of course, and both of these people had seen me naked, but there was just something else about-

Zoey swallowed, panting softly, and reached one paw out towards me. "Danny. C'mere."

My ears and tail perked up. Hadn't expected her to call me over. I'd just barely started to undo my own pants, and dropped them down my legs enough so that my own hard-on could be seen under my boxers, but... even so I still held them up as I trotted over. Harley's green eyes, half-lidded, flicked up to me once I'd taken my place beside him; he'd definitely pulled her panties aside, and standing above like this gave me a wonderful view of the action.

Looks like we'd have to wash those sheets tonight. Harley dug into her with each lick, pressing his lips firmly against hers and dragging his tongue up, slow and heavy; it was those that she pressed back against, but instead the little flicks and swirls, the gentle sucking right along her clit that made her shiver and moan, and tighten her fingers on his head. She'd had to return her other paw to the bed for balance - on more than one occasion I noticed that she actually lifted her body up off the mattress with her grinding, and with Harley lapping up along her sex, swallowing down her taste and slickness, and then diving back in for more. Always more. He often did that same thing to me, too: I'd be lying back, totally drained of energy from grinding and thrusting and humping and only halfway to my peak, and he'd just... settle in, maybe adjust his arm, and keep on going.

Don't even get me _started_on the times where he did that with me bouncing in his lap.

"What are _you_doing, all shy?" Zoey released the coyote's head and batted at my paw, making me let go of my pants fly... which resulted in them shuffling down to around my ankles, and bringing the tent in my boxers into view. Hazel eyes instantly focused right there, and she licked her lips. "Come on, puppy. Drop 'em."

Harley rumbled something incoherent between her legs - don't speak with your mouth full, I almost wanted to say to him - but then let his eyes flutter shut and focused on his work. He was really enjoying himself: he'd been the first among us to strip down, and even though he knelt there still in his underwear, he'd slid his fully-hard cock out from underneath the waistband and slowly stroked himself with one paw, a thin bead of pre stuck to the side of his thumb.

Zoey's paw lightly settling on my waist brought me back to her, though, and the two of us watched each other for a moment. Then I sighed, swallowed, hooked my thumbs beneath the elastic... and tugged down, having to pull them forward to get around my tip. Even before I'd straightened up, that paw had readjusted and closed around the base of my shaft, near the bulge of my knot: a stroke, a squeeze, a little shiver in my legs. Zoey looked up at me one last time, and held eye contact as she parted her lips and started to slowly dive down on me.

Oh, God. That shiver radiated up through my back, and from there to my arms and jaw, leaving in a low, shuddering sigh. Gentle touch, gentler than Harley's; she was likely recalling my limits, remembering what I liked, trying to figure out what had changed about me. Soft-sandpaper tongue cupped the underside of my length and she kept her lips firm around me without being too tight, since - let's face it, she needed to be able to breathe through her mouth what with this coyote still working between her legs.

Some of his pleasuring of her echoed up through her body and into mine, too: every now and then she drew back towards my tip and focused her tongue there, eyes closed and lips tightening just briefly; or she'd move back entirely and press her nose and muzzle against the base of my sheath and in my pubic fur, taking short, soft breaths with her other paw down between her legs; and, once, she managed to dive all the way down so that her lips squeezed against the bulge of my knot. Only for a moment, though: Harley must have done something special right then, since she gave another full-body shudder accompanied with a heavy moan, and then drew back.

If I hadn't been entirely convinced before, now I definitely was. My legs already felt a little bit weak, and it didn't bother me at all to take a step back and watch the two of them for a while, one paw resuming the panther's rhythm around my length. Zoey had spread her legs even further and now swiftly worked a pair of fingers against her clit beneath Harley's muzzle, with the coyote having brought one paw up beneath his chin... soft, wet sounds came with each movement of that paw, and it didn't take much imagination to realize that he'd started to steadily work two fingers inside of her along with his tongue, what little energy he'd put on himself now redirected entirely into the feline.

She licked her lips, rolled her head back, gasped... and then tensed up all over, suddenly squeezing her thighs around Harley's head. The coyote lifted up from his knees, leaning forward over the panther as she held him down on herself, legs wrapped around his shoulders and both paws on his head, her breathy moans filling the room above the squeaking of the mattress from her tipping over onto her back. Harley's arm started to move with the speed and force of those fingers, and around Zoey's thighs I could just barely see the churning of his jaw...

"Aah - God-"

...and then she tightened again, gasped again, shuddered again - and let out a short series of fast, sharp moans, each one punctuated with a fierce buck of her hips and a squirm from the coyote between her legs.

After a moment, though, Zoey finally relaxed from around his head, letting her legs fall so that her knees draped around his shoulders. He continued rising, now half-bent over the bed (as I'd had him just two nights prior; he'd also gotten keener on bottoming for me as time passed) and looked over at me, muzzle dripping from his chin down. Pink tongue flicked out to catch that mess, and he wiped at his mouth with the back of his paw... and then he gave me a grin and a thumbs-up, tail wagging behind him.

Seeing his face like that made me wag, too, and before I knew what I was doing, I'd stepped over to him, tilted his muzzle towards mine with my paw, and pressed my lips to his... and then came back with the taste of Zoey sharp and strong on my tongue. Don't know why I didn't think of that. Harley noticed my shock, and chuckled into a paw.

"Whoa." I swallowed and licked my lips. "That's something I haven't tasted in a while."

"Missed it..." Zoey raised herself weakly up onto her elbows, chest heaving with deep breaths. "Didn't you?"

Harley leaned in and nipped at my neck, though kept one paw on the panther's leg. I didn't notice until after that he was also pulling her panties down towards her footpaws. "It's okay, hon. You can say yes. I won't get mad."

I rolled my eyes and playfully pushed against his chest. "Are you done already?"

"What? Of course not." With one foot, he grabbed both Zoey's panties and jeans and flung them partially off, leaving them hanging from her other footpaw; then he just... grabbed her, one leg in each paw, and yanked her towards him, halfway off the bed. Zoey chirped in surprise and glanced up at coyote, her claws reflexively coming out and catching along the blankets dragged with her, though when she realized just what was happening, relaxation visibly spread through her body. She wrapped her legs around his waist just as they had been around his head and shoulders a moment earlier and settled into a more comfortable position, while he leaned in over her, nipped at her neck, slid his underwear further down his legs, lined himself up. "I'm just getting started...

"Oh, God, I've been waiting for this..." Zoey purred, lightly entwining her fingers behind the coyote's neck, his muzzle close to hers. Then, though, she glanced over at me. "This is okay, right, Danny?"

"Yeah. Of course." Could still taste her on my lips, could still feel the slickness of her saliva along my cock. Admittedly I'd gotten quite a bit more worked up than I'd expected, and now with Harley bent over the panther, hips slowly working forward and back as he rubbed himself against her- "Actually, let me... help you out here..."

The coyote jumped a little bit and straightened up when I sidled up behind him, intentionally settling my own hard cock against the base of his tail, then looked over his shoulder at me. I returned his grin from before and reached down, giving him a good few strokes before settling the head of his cock right up against Zoey, my other paw reached around his body and thumb quickly sliding up along her slickened flesh to find that clit... it had been a while, but I like to think I knew her pretty well. Besides, this isn't something you really ever forget, especially once you start revisiting it in your mind in the days leading up to when it'll happen again.

And here we were. I gave a little thrust of my hips against Harley's backside, which carried through his body and pushed him a good half-inch into the panther underneath him, who in turn squirmed and breathed out another moan.

"Is that better, hon?"

Harley licked his lips and swallowed, then started to pull back... only so he could push forward again, sinking a little bit deeper. "Hooh. Wow. God..."

Slowly, gradually, he pressed deeper and deeper into Zoey, hips moving smoothly forward and back against both her body and my own. My eyes met hers at one point, caught between tired and greatly pleasured, and she licked her lips, winked, and then let her head roll to the side, jaw hanging open in quiet panting. Once he'd gotten into a steady rhythm, hips slapping quietly against the panther's body and causing her to lurch back over the bed, Harley half-turned his muzzle towards me again.

"Don't just stand_there and watch," he breathed, and this time grinded his rump back against my hard cock. "This is a threesome, sweetie. _Three."

"What? I'm having fun seeing you let loose." It had been difficult to keep myself from lining up and pressing into him just as he'd done to her, but since he'd invited me... Zoey's saliva had gotten spread too thin over my length beneath my stroking, so I spat into my paw and got things ready again. On another day I might've bent him further forward and dug my muzzle up beneath that brushy tail to prepare him, but... you know. Eagerness. "But if you insist..."

The noise in the room had turned to the steady thumping of the bedframe against the wall, in rhythm with that same quiet, wet slapping and Zoey's panting, occasionally coming out with a low moan on top of it. Harley had gritted his teeth and let short, tense breaths come and go with his thrusting; if that were me on my back instead of Zoey, that mouth of his would be busy with mine, and his tongue giving mine the same treatment he'd given her clit a little bit ago. The fur around his lips was still wet and matted down from that, and every now and then I caught a faint whiff of her on his breath.

Then, though, he slowed down a little bit, relaxed just slightly, as I touched the tip of my cock beneath the base of his tailhole, found the pucker of his tailhole... and started to press slowly in, using his movements to my advantage. Zoey could tell when that started, too, since her eyes flicked open and she glanced up at both of us, a smile pulling at her lips - right before another wave of sweet pleasure replaced it with an open-mouth moan and shudder. She slid one of her arms up behind her head and grasped at Harley's waist with the other, the tips of her fingers brushing through my fur as I continued to sink up into him.

Hard to speak right then. I drew my nose up along Harley's neck, breathing in his scent - with a not-insignificant note of Zoey on it, too. "Is that - okay? Too fast?"

"No," he managed, and licked his lips. "That's - perfect... but could you, maybe-"

Instead of finishing, though, the coyote adjusted his grip on Zoey's legs, shifted his stance, and then steadily squeezed his way back onto me, pushing smoothly back until his rump pressed against my hips and his tailhole squeezed right along the rim of my knot. With that last bump, he let out a low puff of breath, followed by a deep shiver.

"...Rrh. _That's_better."

Hot, slick, tight; he pulled forward along me every time he thrust back into Zoey, and then squeezed and pressed back with each pull-out, rhythm deep and slow yet still very hungry. I couldn't quite press myself up against him from behind what with Zoey's legs wrapped around him, so instead I nuzzled into his neck and rested my paws along her ankles, every now and then pulling her more firmly against my coyote - and pushing another little moan out between her lips. Again and again our eyes met, hazel gems glimmering out between heavy lids, and she'd lick her lips and squirm and tighten herself around Harley, who would in turn shiver and push more firmly back against me.

"You shoulda worn a button-up shirt..." he rumbled, leaning forward over her again. I took the opportunity to settle a paw on his waist and start in on a better, faster rhythm; I think he'd gotten enough time to get accustomed to it, and besides, he'd started to really get me feeling that want and need. Sometimes Harley liked to pin my wrists above my head while we played, but unlike what William used to do, this coyote actually lets me do what I want - which usually involves me doing a Zoey here and repeatedly tightening my legs around his waist so that he'll fuck me faster and harder.

He's actually given me two hands-free orgasms since we started renting this apartment.

Zoey bounced forward and back across the bed with each thrust deep inside of her, Harley's movements having become fast, hard, a little bit uneven with me doing the same to him from behind. It took her a moment to find the ability to speak, and even then, the words came out like little breathy moans all their own.

"What? Why?"

When he leaned over yet further, this time to set his teeth against the flesh of her neck by her shoulder, he pressed back against me at the same time - and actually made me have to take a half-step back. Interrupted my rhythm, but I found it again right after, and bent partially over him so I could continue fucking him, my hips slapping against his rump, his against Zoey's, her wrapping her arms around his body and pulling him down against her. The coyote released one of her legs - I still held it tight against us - and slid that paw up between the two of them towards her chest.

"So I could get easy access to this..." he growled into her neck. Zoey gasped yet again and squirmed, bringing her own paw up to cover his over what I imagined would be her breast. Made my tail wag to see these two getting along so well.

And because I'd started to get close to my peak, but... Harley seemed to be beating me there. After he bent over her, he'd adjusted his pace and now sank forward into her in long, slow thrusts, though no less energetic or powerful; the bed squeaked and shifted on its frame, and his entire body arched and relaxed, arched and relaxed. Zoey squirmed beneath the vice-grip of his jaws - I'd felt that myself plenty of times; usually he tried to control himself by watching his partner and listening to their sounds, but that was something that always, always showed how he truly felt - and gasped, and then Harley gasped, too, a low, gritty sound atop his growling... and then, suddenly, he pulled back so far that I thought he'd pulled out of her.

I slowed my thrusts but didn't stop, mirroring what he'd just been pounding into her - and it was only then that he came. I could feel it, both in the way his entire body tensed as well as the tight, rhythmic clenching of his tailhole around my cock with each spurt. Breath after long, shaky breath puffed out of his nose; he squeezed his paws wherever they'd come to rest, the one still around Zoey's breast and the other on her waist; and, panting, he remained in place for a moment before releasing her shoulder and straightening up, gently rubbing the slick underside of his cock along her lips with my thrusting. Then, though, he pushed me back a few steps and leaned over again, and that's when I saw what he'd done.

He didn't cum inside her, or on her, but kind of... at her. Thick, sticky ropes dripped down between her legs, coating the already-wet flesh and spattering a little bit up along her similarly-damp black fur; Harley slowly lowered himself down onto his knees again, which almost made me go ahead and finish, and observed his work for a second before licking his lips and leaning in to clean up his mess off of her. And honestly, it was the sight of that that provided the last kick to push me over my own edge: with him buried lips-to-lips against the panther again, the slickness of her arousal as well as his own cum dripping down his lips and soaking into his fur, with all of the scents of both of them and their musks tickling my nose, sending little jolts of energy down my back every time I breathed in...

Grab, squeeze... buck, buck, buck, each one a little bit weaker than the one before. Awkward position, too, with him on his knees and me behind him like this; halfway through my last spurt I pulled back and slid free of him, shooting once across the base of his tail before I collapsed to the carpeted floor, legs shaky and chest heaving. Meanwhile, Zoey just continued with her squirms and exhausted moans; I think he'd managed to get her to a second, too, or maybe even a third. The sheets (and Harley's muzzle) certainly seemed wet enough.

Before long though, he too fell away from the shaking panther, and scooted himself back so he could lean against my shoulder. Boy looked tired, and deeply satisfied; he drew his tongue over his lips, catching a stray strand of milky, sticky liquid, and swallowed it down. I could smell both of them on his breath as he grinned at me, and if I hadn't _just_finished... "See?" he said, between panting. Then the muzzle started to come in. "Told you we'd have fun..."

Lips to lips, in a different way this time. Hot, wet, slick, slippery... God. Couldn't help but dig my tongue in against his, feeling the heat of Zoey's body still tingling along the surface as well as the light taste and scent of her arousal and musk, mixed with his the weight of his more familiar seed... by the time we pulled apart, my chin had started to drip in a way similar to his. Harley leaned forward and lapped that off, though, and I leaned back with a chuckle in my throat.

"Good lord..." Zoey breathed from up on the bed. Shakily, she lifted herself up; with us sitting on the floor and her still up here, legs spread like that... "If I'd known it woulda gone like that, I'd've taken the whole day off."

Harley leaned back on one arm, using his other to wipe his mouth again. His still-mostly-hard cock twitched against his belly; part of me really wanted to push his legs apart and drag my tongue up along that length. As if that taste didn't already stick to the back of my throat just from our kiss a moment ago. "I did," he replied, and licked his lips again. "And, lemme say - best day off ever."

"Jeez. Wow. Daniel..."

My ears perked. I looked up at the panther. "Huh?"

She grinned at me, tired but no less sly than her usual. "Next time I want you between my legs. And, speaking of - does next Thursday work for you?"

"Um. I think I'm in 'til four that day..."

"And four is actually when I have to go in," finished the coyote beside me. We looked at each other.

Zoey didn't miss a beat, though. "Harley, you wouldn't mind if I borrow your boyfriend for a bit, then, would you?"

Emerald-green eyes looked from me, to her, and then back to me. His tongue flicked out again. "I mean, you'll take pictures, right?"

"Honey, you know me. I'll take video."

That sandy muzzle split into a grin pretty close to Zoey's, and his tail thumped against the carpet behind him. "That's fine by me, then."

Damn. It'd been literal years since I'd last done something like that, but... something told me that Harley and Zoey would ensure that I get back into practice here soon. Wasn't hard to see that.

The panther slid a paw down her chest towards her waist, and from there to between her legs with a shiver, and then onto the bed beneath her. "Oh, God," she murmured, "that's... _really_wet... hey, how big is your shower? Can it hold all three of us?"

Or, hell, maybe I'd be getting that practice in tonight.