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Lust in the Locker Room

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

A YCH round for Smartydragon, Night and Kyari

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Silver licked his lips, eyes glinting, leaning against the wall of the locker room at the end of the row of wood-fronted lockers. It was muggy and warm in there, the aroma of chlorine from the pool next door filtering through, though that could not be helped sometimes. The whole place was due a refurbish, but that was not why furs like him went there, the dragon's eyes roaming, black hair damp and clinging to his neck.

Others may have stepped away and avoided him, his red eyes resplendent in his silvery scales, but not the wolf-husky, who was as striking as he was. He'd first caught sight of him in the gym, working at the leg press, jaw clenched, muscles working and bunching, pushing and forcing them to complete the exercise. Night's fur was based in black, grey and white but patterned over with yellow and blue markings that dipped under his clothes in loops and twists that made the hungry dragon's eyes wonder just where they led to.

He grunted, acting as if he was waiting, though it was better to let his prey, if Night the wusky could even be called that, approach him. The wusky walked slowly after leg day, an almost comical shuffle, step by step coaxing him closer, though his eyes wandered too. It was hard not to let one's eyes wander when there was so much male meat in the locker rooms, whether those in there were studs putting their bodies on show or quieter sorts that were hiding away, doing what they needed to do and getting out of there. There were some like that, but it was really only those that wanted a side more fun with their workouts that attended that particular leisure facility - which was something that Night already knew intimately.

It only took a look from the dragon, however, to set Night's knees quivering - and not from his leg day. He grunted softly, about to rub the back of his neck with a blush, tongue-tied for once, and move on by, but a dominant paw closed on his shoulder.

Oh, yes...

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"I think I've got something for you here, wuff, if you're game."

Silver smirked, licking the side of his muzzle, though he was not wearing enough to appear completely innocent, even in that moment. With only a towel around his waist, fresh and clean, his muscled chest was on show, scales not hiding anything as the wusky's gaze travelled obviously down him with a tip of his nose.

"Oh, wow..."

Silver grinned.

"Yeah... I get that. You game?"

There was an air and an attitude that came over him in the locker rooms, that kind of environment drawing on something deeper and more primal. Maybe it was the scent of it, the iron, the sweat in the air, the feel of so many other males working out their aches and pains and frustrations in the best kind of place for all of them.

An unspoken code. A nod of the head. A smirk at the right time. The littlest of things meant so much, the wusky sucking in a breath and stepping in closer, making his need known.

"Fuck yeah..."

The language, perhaps, was harsher than what Night would have usually said but it was hard to cling onto his lighter personality, the air of never being bothered by anything, when he knew that something very, very good was coming his way. He grunted softly, allowing himself to be led off, the dragon's tail curling around his wrist, dragging him along, though it was Night who was trying to predict where they were going. His tongue lolled out of his wusky muzzle as he trotted to catch up, eyes alight and his cock throbbing, pressing out insistently at the front of his shorts.

"In here."

Silver groaned as he swung around the door into a larger changing room, something that was maybe intended for team sports or a family room - no one cared. All he cared about was that the door was open and the room was free. Well, as free as anyone needed it to be with a bull and mouse already very much occupied against the far wall.

Maximus, the bull, grunted and rolled his hips, barely sparing the new pair a glance back as he forced his fat cock into the mouse's muzzle. It had been a while since he had last gotten off and he just could not seem to stop drooling, the head of his shaft too sensitive, slick with saliva and the lure of pre-cum, which promised even more.

Night started.

"Oh... Hey..."

The bull grunted again, flicking one ear and leaning heavily over the mouse, thrusting into his mouth as if he did not have an audience there. Night's eyes shot up as he was dragged in, eyes darting between the two dominant parties, though it no longer seemed as if the wusky had a choice, moaning as the dragon's mouth nipped and lapped at his throat. Silver was hardly shy about using his teeth as he pinned the wusky back against the wall, a dominant growl curling up from the back of his throat.

"So, looks like you get a show too, needy one..."

He practically purred, savouring the moment, tail flicking at the sound of sex in the air, the slurp and "glack" of the mouse's mouth and throat around that thick length. Size wasn't everything, every male knew that, but there was something in the roll of the muscled bull's hips that caught his attention in admiration too, groaning thickly, needing it too. His shaft swelled, bulging out the front of his towel, though Night's paws worked away, sweeping it from his hips.

Silver shuddered.

"Yes, that's better..."

With the dragon nude before him, there was only one thing that Night could do, dropping to his knees and matching the position of the mouse, though he was hungrier for more, moaning around that thick length of dragon-meat as it pushed into the back of his mouth. It seemed to be right where it belonged and the wusky moaned around it, his shaft aching for attention that would have to come in time. That didn't stop him from pushing his shorts down, however, to free it, his T-shirt remaining in place, for the time being, whimpering and grunting, rocking his hips back and forth as if that would give him that tiny little bit of stimulation that he could need.

But Night would have to wait, just like Jules. The mouse suckled on that hot length of meat as if there was nothing else for him, the bull so much bigger and more dominating, though Maximus was hardly a strange partner to him. No, he knew the ins and out of that thick length better than he even knew his own, running his tongue down it, suckling at the tip, drawing it deeper into his mouth, so caught up in his lust that he could barely breathe. But he was still right where he wanted to be, grunting softly, his eyes half-closed. He didn't need to see - there was only an expanse of bull blocking his vision anyway and a cock to please, yes, always to please.

Jules listened intently, knowing that he was being watched in some way, though they were all there together, all in it together. It was a moment in time that could be cherished and savoured, his head swimming in sweet submission, even though the ground was hard against his knees. It was not for a sub, so very often, to be comfortable in the act of submission, not with Maximus grunting dominantly above him, shoving his head back and forcing him to take every inch that he had to give.

"Mmmph..."

The mouse whimpered around him, suckling and teasing, paws braced on the bull's thighs. His own little pink prick seeming insignificant in comparison to the mighty rod hankering at the back of his throat. It was all that he needed as he moaned around him, trying to pump his hips, thrusting in the air, whimpering and groaning, trying to suckle it even deeper, so caught up in the moment that there was nothing else in the world that could have distracted him.

"Yes..."

Silver smirked, letting Night bob on his cock. The wusky did not need much direction but it was hard not to let his eyes wander, the bull groaning out loud as he dragged the mouse up practically by the scruff of the neck. Despite how rough he was, there was a care in his motions and the way that he checked that the smaller rodent was okay before proceeding did not escape Silver's notice, not even as he twisted a little, shoving the wusky back up against the wall, trapped between his cock and the firm, unyielding boards. Night moaned around him.

The bull's need rose, a pleasure that could not be satisfied only with a muzzle as he forced Jules down onto all fours, his body comically dwarfing him. The fat length of his prick lay over his buttocks, sliding between them and teasing at his hole, though a dribble of pre-cum was all the lube that Jules was going to get right then and there. Maximus smirked, shoulders rolling, working out the kinks in his upper back, though there were more fruitful tensions still to be played out as he grasped his dick and pressed it into the mouse's tail hole with throbbing determination.

"Yes... Fuck, yes..."

He thrummed with pleasure that was all his to take, ears flipping back, though they only brushed up against his horns as they moved. He groaned in the most masculine fashion, his voice deep and dominant, yet all of that came so easily to Maximus that it was as if it was no problem at all to him. It did not even warrant a second thought as the mouse bucked back against him, so very sweetly submissive and needy for more, all in a way that simply could not be stopped as passions rose, mounting in the best of ways.

His muscles bunched and tightened, rolling into Jules, thrust after thrust, coaxing his prick a little bit deeper with every stroke. One thrust would not do it - not if he didn't want to break his partner, of course, for Jules and him kept coming back together again and again, neither quite able to stay away. The nature of their relationship while Maximus was at university, however, well... That was a flexible, changeable thing. Yet both of them had somehow managed to learn how to enjoy the moment at the very least, taking the lusts and pleasure that they could with desire running rampant day in and day out.

But there was more, so much more, the push of his cock driving into the mouse not the only thing to fill the air. Silver grunted, hips working furiously, needing more, as caught up in the scene around him as the others were. Voyeuristic pleasure, for a dominant, was best taken when one was getting their cock sucked, for there would be no fun in it otherwise if one was not able to lean hungrily into the lust of it all.

"Harder... Fuck..."

Swearing may have been course but it was hard not to, lust getting the better of him, his internally held testis aching to spill a hot load. Silver groaned and rocked his hips, using the wall to brace and pin his partner back, though there was nowhere else that either of them would have wanted to be in the heat of the moment, Night's paws stroking up between the dragon's legs, feeling out the shape of his muscles, how they rose sensually through his scales, defining his strength and power in the most visual and appealing of ways.

Night whimpered. Oh, there was a big load coming for him, though a part of him too longed to see fully what was going on beside him. He could hear grunts and moans, the mouse's head dipping down, rubbing against the floor, his submission so absolute that there was a part of the wusky that wanted to match up to him. Would it get him fucked like that if he sucked the dragon's dick all the harder? Oh, he could only try!

But Silver was not about to hold back either, exchanging a look with the bull, the two of them relishing in the present time. Maximus smirked and grabbed the mouse's hair, yanking it back, though he was still careful not to pinch his ears too hard, the moment too precious to push on too far. The drake groaned thickly in the back of his throat, tongue working to help him swallow, but it was the wusky who was going to have to take an even thicker load down his throat as he hammered in with savage, desperate thrusts.

The dragon's moan rolled through the room as he spent his load, the wusky's throat working and flexing around him, taking every last drop of cum down his throat, right where it belonged. Night whimpered like a true slut, falling deeper and deeper into submission, relinquishing every last drop of control while he lusted for more, having that control taken from him.

His head swam. To be forced, to be taken... Was there anything better? His cock throbbed for more but even that was a stutter of pleasure that he could not resist, his shaft drooling, pre-cum trickling down his length, feeling wetter than it actually was. It was strange, detached from the moment, eyes closing, reducing himself to nothing more than a cock-sucker in the gym, wishing against wish that there would be a "studly" line of males all waiting to take their leave of him.

Night moaned. A wusky could only dream.

As Silver pulled back, Jules trembled, his head yanked as his hair was pulled, throat bared in a vulnerable expanse. He whimpered and moaned, barely able to catch sight of the wusky's throat working, taking that load deeper and deeper, though none of them wanted to be quiet in the slightest. Bar the wooden door, the extra changing room with wooden benches set up only in the middle was well sound-proofed, only bouncing and echoing their own lust back at him. Yet to hold back for him would have been beyond him, a submissive to his core, wriggling and whining, his buttocks lifting the best he could.

It was hard though, so very hard... Jules dipped his head more, inhaling the cleaning fluid that was used to cleanse the surfaces in the locker room. It was oddly erotic to him after all the time he had spent on his knees in there, mixed with the musk of other studs, though it had been a while since he'd fucked someone else after coming together with Maximus. Maybe that was a good thing or a bad thing but it was something that linked them in a weird and wonderful way indeed.

Still, those driving slaps of the bull's cock ached for more, clearly, as he was shoved forward across the floor. Each stroke of that massive fuck-stick pounded him as if he was being split open, yet it was only pleasure that rolled through him, not any kind of pain. He was easily stretched and the bull knew what he liked, how much he could take, their bodies moving together perfectly as Maximus growled like a predator, eyes alight with desire, pressing on.

"Mmmph... You're so...fucking...tight..."

Silver shook himself off, his cock only softening a little, smirking as he recovered more quickly than he chanced that the bull could. He could show off too, dragging the wusky up dominantly by the scruff of his neck, the canine whimpering as if he was about to drop to his knees all over again.

"Easy there," Silver hissed. "You've got more to do if you want this prick under your tail, you know."

His paw closed around the wusky's cock and he shook his head, laughing softly at how easy the dog was to manipulate. A mere touch of his paw on the wusky's cock and Night was gone, his tongue lolling out softly, showing off the tender inside. A gleam of cum lingered on the side of his muzzle where the wusky had not been able to gulp down every last drop - what a waste on his part! - and Silver smirked, scooping it up and pushing it into Night's mouth, fingers trailing around.

Night could not help it: he suckled on them. He drew the digits into his mouth, tongue swirling around, cleaning them of every last drop of cum that could be found there. No... No, that was right. He didn't want to let any go to waste as he moaned out loud, eyes half-closed, caught up in the moment. The moment would not let him go, as much as he wanted to see what more there was for him, what he could lean into hungrily, take for his own, the moments washing over him.

And he had no control. Not even as the dragon pumped his cock, stroking the full length as if he was trying to fold and wrap his fingers around every last bit of it all at once. It was a moderate length, thick and meaty, but it was not a length that was due to be plunged into any orifice at all at that time.

No... Not for a submissive, not for him. He was there to suckle and let Silver's growls roll over him, the mouse crying out as the bull's hips sped up and up. They both had their respective partners and yet everyone had paired up and off where they seemed meant to be. His knees buckled, wanting to drop again, paws fluttering up, though the dragon smacked them away from his cock with his tail, laughing out loud.

"Oh, no... No, that's not for you. Turn around."

The wusky blinked and murmured.

"Hm?"

But Silver had him by the back of the neck, slamming him into the wall and an old set of metal lockers with a dull rattle. It may have been enough to make the bull start as he glanced over, hips working furiously, but he was not about to take in all of the show in that moment as he slammed into the mouse over and over again. His hips worked furiously, muscles sore from fucking and from his workout a little earlier on, though that was a distant memory with everything happened at once.

Maximus grunted, heaving in, his abs tightening, lust getting the better of him. He reached around under the mouse's body and grasped his cock, but it only seemed to take a few quick strokes of his paw, his cock obviously cramming up against his partner's prostate with every thrust, before Jules squeaked and squealed in climax. His load shot over the floor and he could not help himself as he moaned out loud, driven into over and over again, Jules' cries deepening, though he still could not match up to Maximus' deep voice, his dominance, his heady, swelling masculinity...

Jules tried to retain his grip on reality but that was something that was beyond his reach in that realm of reality, his tail hole stretching around that meaty length, too sensitive as the bull threw his body into each and every thrust. He could imagine those thick glutes tensing, lending his thighs power to thrust and keep thrusting, groaning deeply, lust rising and twisting, a cacophony of ecstasy. Yet his own load was weak, hardly any cum pouring forth in comparison to the dominance of his stud of a partner, knowing that he was about to be filled, as he had been so many times before, with a thicker, slicker deposit of cum while he ached for a second.

Silver, however, could not pause to enjoy the show, gripping Night by the back of the neck to pin him against the wall as his hard length spread the wusky's backdoor entrance more and more. Night howled breathlessly, not caring who was outside to hear him, only wanting it more than ever before, his pucker stretching and straining, aching for that hot length. Silver rolled his hips, coaxing a bit more and then a bit more of his cock into that tight hole, hissing through his teeth as he took his lust out on him in the best way possible.

"Fuck... Yes... Take...it..."

He didn't need to worry about hurting him, for Night was already pushing back at him, rolling his hips, however weak it was while his upper half was pinned to the lockers. The metal rattled and jostled as he tried to slide his gaze aside, just about to see out of the corner of his eye what the mouse and the bull were up to. He whimpered softly, breath lax in his lungs, the bull's thrusts speeding up and up and up, yet that was something too that Night knew was coming for him, lingering and lusting for it, the swell of submission warming him through.

Maximum, however, could not hold back for a moment longer as he slammed into the mouse headily, driving him forward, only his grip on Jules' hips keeping him at least somewhat in place. The bull slammed in with greedy strokes of his cock, balls aching, churning, hankering to spill a load that was only just contained. He practically bellowed, his cries of broken passion echoing off the walls of the locker room, ropes of thick cum pouring forth as if from a faucet that could not be so simply turned off.

And Jules had to take every last drop of it. The mouse's tail hole closed and flexed around the hot length of meat rammed up in there but he could do nothing more than deliriously bear through it, the strain immense, even though he wanted everything of it. The back of his head ached from having his hair pulled, even though he needed it desperately, passion coming with difficulties even in a moment that he lusted for like that.

"Yes... Unnff... Yes..."

Maximus could not get out words in the heat of the moment, jabbing his hips fiercely in a few last thrusts, grunting thickly, head rolling back, though the baring of his throat was not in any way a profession of vulnerability. He was dominant to the last stroke, slowing the pace, letting his body shudder and enjoy every last moment of it, groaning through it all, eyes opening again with a glint of need.

For it was not only the dragon who did not need to rest between sets, just like in the gym. If he waited, just a little, with his cock driven up into that passionately tight hole, he would harden up again. But the drake who had shared his space didn't need to know that, Maximus eyeing him up lazily as he hooked Jules' hips all the closer up to his crotch.

"Mmmph... You're always a good fuck, mousey."

Jules blushed, tail hole tightening where he would not afford to do that. He needed more as much as he needed respite, though that was most certainly not to come until the bull was good and done with him. As it was, he was perfectly positioned to look up and enjoy the sight of the dragon's round glutes powering that cock into the wusky, thrusting and grinding, shoving breath from Night's lungs with every rampant stroke. There was a power behind him that something in Jules lusted for too, although he loved where he was right at that moment, all the same, each thrust forcing a grunt and a groan from the wusky's lips. It was exotically erotic to watch, something that had him grunting himself, laying his cheek down on the ground, letting the atmosphere of the moment wash over him.

Night moaned. Yes... Yes, yes, yes. He was right where he needed to be as his tail hole was stretched and filled so wonderfully. His strained ring tried to clench down and close but there was nothing he could do about that, not even then, grunting thickly, trying to dip his head, though that was impossible with how firmly Silver had him pinned to the wall. The dragon snarled and snapped and kicked his legs apart, tail lashing the air as he pounded in, need rising and ramping up, though the power of his heady breeding spire could not be denied.

No, Silver was not to be denied, a low rise of a growl hissing forth, curling up from deep within him, a place that he had not even known existed. He just had to keep thrusting, keep fucking his found submissive, the slutty wusky that needed his dick as much as he wanted to get off. Orgasm was all that the dragon was thinking about in that moment, hammering in, one paw on the wusky's hips to drag him back onto his dick with every thrust, not caring for anything else. Pleasure was mutual and imminent as he snarled in, tail flicking, striking the air, though he was not even with himself enough to consider that there were others in the room with him.

Maximus chuckled and shifted him and his partner away, though it was an awkward shuffle with the bull on his knees and Jules tucked under him. His cock was hard and ready again but he still had to pull out, his shaft dripping with cum, aching for another round. The dragon's passion had easily riled him up, the slap of the drake's hips grinding into the submissive wusky's flesh. It resounded around the room, a backdrop to the still-mounting lust of all else, a grunt and a whine forced from Night's lips, though he barely had any breath to spend in that moment.

"Yes... Fuck..."

There was no need to say more, letting the roll and the rhythm of his body do the talking for him, holding his partner firmly in place, claws biting in. He groaned deep in the back of his throat, need rising, passion swelling, the thickness of his shaft seeming to throb for even more passion deep inside. Dimly, he was aware of the bull pulling out of the mouse, wiping off his shaft with a gym towel and offering it to the mouse's lips again, where Jules tenderly suckled, taking his time, the sweetness of the moment, their first climaxes pent, luring him on.

There was time, plenty of it. Everyone knew what went on in that gym as Silver pounded Night for all he was worth, breaking into a sweat all over again despite his recent shower, scales prickling with desire. They itched with a slick layer of sweat pouring from the glands but he could not help that, not even as he snarled and let dominance ring through, everything so familiar in the moment that it was like slipping back into an old skin, a reverse shedding.

Jules whimpered, wanting more, though his cock ached for relief, a break and rest. But he could still suck down the bull's cock, lips strained around his fat shaft. It was delicious, just how easily the foreskin could be played with, the flat of his tongue curling around. It moved with the pull of his lips and made him want it all the more, eyes closing, losing himself where he belonged. He needed it, whimpering softly, a submissive at his best while so much ticked on around him.

"Yes... All of it... I know you can suck it all down better than that."

Maximus chortled softly, filled with mirth after his last orgasm, though he already hankered for more, the roll and the thrust of his hips speaking volumes. Even the light pulling of his foreskin had him dribbling all over again, his pre-cum pouring into his sub's mouth, Jules' tongue so well-trained that it did wonderful things with his foreskin without him even saying a single word. He gripped the mouse's ears, pulling him down even further, not letting a single inch of his dick go to waste as he groaned with need, letting desire roll through him once more.

Silver's climax, however, was not to be put off as he snapped and let out a ragged snarl, dragging at his throat, raking through his windpipe. It was desperate and it was carnal and it had to be spent, ignoring the wusky's cock still as he forced him down into an even more submissive position than ever. The light sweat and musk of the two of them coursed through the room as he moaned, inhaling deeply, everything becoming tainted and even more defined, senses ramped up in a way that only came so very rarely.

Yet the roar of bliss that burst from his jaws was not restrained in the slightest as he slammed in, powering and pounding, sending spurt after spurt of hot cum right up where it belonged. Maximus' groans were easily overpowered by his lust, though Silver did not care about that, intent only on his delight, his own pleasure, the desire of it all twisting through in a desperate lash of his tail. It slammed into the benches in the centre, jostling and scraping them over the tiles to the side, but they were heavy enough not to topple, which was at least one good thing. There were many more good things there but drawing unwanted attention to what was going on in there was, frankly, not something that anyone wanted to deal with at that time.

He could not hold back, snarling and snapping, teeth gnashing together as he tried not to howl. He came harder than ever, grinding into his partner, eyes blazing, filling him with rope after rope of virile come, though it was never wasted when it was spent under a needy tail. The desperate wusky under him whimpered and whined and yet his drooling pleasure was something that would still have to wait as the drake plundered him, stretching and straining that tail hole to its limit and forcing it, still, to take even more.

Yet there was nowhere else that Night would have rather been as a creamy load splurged into him, sloppy and messy. The slop of that cock lewdly pounding him would not be denied and he allowed himself to be pinned, lust rising, knowing that there was more than one set of eyes on him.

What did they think of him? He whimpered, his cock drooling desperately. Did they think he was the most submissive of them all, a slut who needed to be used? Oh, he wanted to know, head swimming with submission the more that his partner dominated him, taking all control, taking over in just the way that he wanted. His ears splayed softly, letting each juddering pump of the dragon's hips thrust him forward a little more, the grunts rolling forth, trembling into him, letting him know that he was right where he belonged.

Jules groaned, on his knees, nuzzling at the bull's cock lovingly where he was, paws pumping the length, though his tail hole was still pleasantly gaping ever so slightly. It would tighten up again in a short while: such things did not last long, no matter how big a cock was.

"Aren't...ah..." The mouse squeaked as he rubbed his nose against Maximus' shaft, the bull rumbling a chuckle. "Aren't you going to get him off too?"

Silver, after all, could not be such a bad host as to not deliver him the pleasure that he had taken from Night, baring his teeth in a feral grin that still managed to convey a sliver of a cheeky nature. Of course, it was lost on the wusky as he moaned and collapsed to the floor, dropping like a ton of bricks, relying entirely on the dragon to catch him, to hold him, to keep him right where he needed to be to please him.

Silver's paw worked, stroking his length, masturbating, hissing in his ear.

"That's it...not much now, hm? Damn, you're a good fuck..."

Maximus watched lazily, enjoying his own partner's attention on his cock as his hips rolled softly, though there was no urgency in his thrusts. He'd had everything that he wanted and yet the show was still there to go on, his huge nuts churning and aching, too sensitive for what the mouse was doing to him but it was hardly any kind of pleasure that he was about to turn down in a moment like that. It was too hot, too lustful, too relaxing to put his paws back behind his head. His fingers slipped into his hair, airing out his pits lightly in the locker room, confident and smug to the last, though still somehow managing to not be in a way that would have dulled another's perception of him.

The wusky, however, deserved his pleasure too, panting and whimpering, lost in a moment as he was forced over the edge. His cock jetted desperately, painting the floor and his thighs in a mad splash of cum, though the watching bull could not help but smirk, enjoying the show and knowing that it was still not as much as he still had left in his nuts. It was a curse and a blessing to be so productive and Jules could not help himself, whimpering and murmuring, kissing the length of the bovine's shaft as he lusted, even then, for everything more that the bull had to give.

"Fuck... Yes..."

Silver grunted as he slid out of the wusky's tail hole, shaft softening, though it still seemed as large as ever, a dark spire of desire that demanded attention. Yet that was attention that the wusky would have to give some other time as he slumped to the ground, Silver's tail curled luxuriously around an ankle, holding him in place. It was a touch of sensation that kept Night rooted in the moment even as his mind drifted and wavered, teasing on the edge of a reality that he could have slipped away from if he didn't hold onto it tightly enough.

But he was there in the moment with Jules helping him up at the end of it, the mouse laughing, even though the wusky's legs were shakier than he would have liked. They could have all gone their separate ways right then and there but it was too late to merely shake paws and forget the lust that they had shared, eyes as hungry for more as their bodies were. Silver's shaft was quick to recover and Night could barely stay on his paws without help from the others, as much as his fingers twitching and curled around the aching length of dragon-meat with darkening desire.

"Mmmph... That was..." His tongue twisted, fighting to get the words out. "So...so good..."

"And you seem just ready for another round."

Maximus chuckled, his ropey tail swinging. Of course, he was ready to go again, but it seemed that the four of them were about to go somewhere a shade more private than the locker room. For there was still more to be experienced as he groaned in the back of his throat, Jules giggling and pushing up onto his toes as he nuzzled into his lover of the moment's neck, shaft throbbing, though he could not get more than half-hard so soon after a climax, needing more and yet needing a rest too.

It would come, of course, in time. But a kiss shared in the dragon's muzzle was best taken with the wusky and Maximus was not to be left out either as he dragged Jules against him, tongues tangling, sweeping against one another, teasing and tasting. The depth of it sent their heads spinning and yet the moment was not to be swallowed up entirely right then and there but the lust of their bodies, after all that, still could not be denied.

Maximus' paw closed around the back of Jules' neck, Silver taking Night by the upper arm.

"You're coming with us."

And that was exactly what they wanted too!