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"Babe, where are you, come on..." Asked the voice, pleading, worried, so fucking obnoxious, as always.

Sighing and barely paying attention to his phone, Rein motioned his paw to the bartender, asking silently for another drink. He's going to need it to get through this annoying phone call.

The slim, clubwear adorned twenty-two year old tiger , rubbed the metal foot bar of the stool between his toes, the metal of his stirrup clasp clinking against its metal surface while he twirled his straw against the empty cup under his pointer finger.

"I'm at the Club...Jesus, this is the third time you asked..." Rein replied, his smile only appearing when the massive, black furred wolf bartender placed another drink in front of him, the slender little tiger shooting him a wink as he took the cold glass into his paw, dumping most of it down his gullet.

"Yeah, in five hours...Come home, I miss you..." The voice replied again.

It was always like this, as if Will didn't know who he was asking out from the start, Rein had never made it any sort of secret he was a party cat, his body yearned for bass, bumps and grinds, and twenty proof or higher.

"Yeah, I know, last call's in an hour, I'll be home then...would you fucking relax you're killing my vibe." Rein said firmly.

Defeated, his mate's voice filled his ear once again. "Whatever..." followed by a click

Whatever? Really? The fucking nerve. Sure a part of him absolutely loved Ryan, primarily because at one point a few weeks ago the stallion used to be into the same lifestyle as himself. But somewhere along the line, his work, his love-life with the tiger, and lord knows what else got in the way, now he's just been a big-dicked bore, and sex isn't everything, sure it's a big thing, a really big thing, but when it comes with so much baggage...

"Ryan again?" Asked a voice, turning the tiger's attention from his silent phone, breaking his stupor that the arrogant horse had the balls to hang up on him after calling him to begin with.

"How'd ya know, you some sort of psychic Damien?" Rein replied, a snicker filling his face as he dropped his phone, and dumped back the last of his drink.

"Nah, I just know how hard he rides you, and I ain't talking about what y'all did in the storage room last month..." Damien coyly replied, his hands grabbing a bottle, quickly replenishing the tiger's cup.

"W- woah, I'm almost broke, can't do another one tonight...and how'd you know bout that?" Rein asked with a curious giggle leaving his mouth, one of the last fond memories he and Victor shared together, a blur until Damien had reminded him.

"Cameras, dipshit, they're everywhere in here, especially where we keep the thousands of dollars worth of liquor." Damien replied, clearly joking as he put the bottle down. "And it's on the house, good dancer cutie pie discount."

Rein simply blushed in reply to the kind bartender's words, taking the fresh cup in his paw and smiling. "Well, damn, hope you saved a copy of the tape...would do numbers on FurHub." He meekly said as he downed the drink. "Fuck, you always know how to make me smile Damien."

"Heheh, I can clock out early if you need a ride home." Damien said with a toothy grin.

"I'm way too drunk to order an uber..." Rein replied with a grin.

A few moments later, a black SUV slowly approached the curb and shifted into park.

"Oh, oh fuck yeah...just like that..." Spoke Damien, his left hand on the steering wheel, his right hand petting over the glittery, faux dyed hair of Rein, whose head was bobbing intentionally up and down his shaft, at least as far down it's massive length as the little tiger party slut could manage, his throat widening with every deep bob of his head, gagging squelches filling the truck's interior.

"Mmmhh." Moaned out Rein, his tongue swirling around the girthy wolf's cock, fourth time this week the two had worked out this arrangement, a free ride for a free mouthful, except for that one time last week when it was against the back alley brick wall, Rein had never felt so stretched open, not even by his equine boyfriend.

"Oh goddamn cutie I'm right there..." Damien warned, his hand gripping firmly around locks of the smaller male's hair, his hips bucking upward, fully fucking into the deeply slurping tiger's gullet.

"MMH!" Whined out Rein, his eyes tearing up as his throat painfully stretched oh so perfectly around the pulsing wolf's shaft, pre spurting upward down his gullet, his sweaty nuts were slapping off the dainty feline's chin as they tightened up.

"FUCK!" Damien roared, his body tensing up in his seat as he thrust upward one last time, a torrent of thick, creamy lupus cum splattering up against the little tiger's tonsils with force, causing Rein to cough, only tightening his esophagus firmly around the cumming tip, sending shivers down the wolf's spine.

"Oh fuck yeah, fucking shit...fuuuck..." Damien cursed, as his torrential, pints of cum subsided into the throating cat's stomach, he relaxed back in his seat, as Rein slowly sucked up the length of his pulsing black cock, swallowing every gulp he could manage, the dribbles of what he couldn't leaking down his slutty chest, spattering onto his purple tube top.

"Pent up eh?" He asked, wiping his lip and purring, his throat sore, but his lust sated.

"With you, always...fuck, come back to my place i'll give you more..." Damien pleaded.

Sighing and looking to their destination, Rein and Ryan's little apartment building, the tiger looked at him and shook his head.

"You know I can't babes...See you on Saturday?" He asked, whimpering.

Damien furrowed his brow and shrugged his shoulders and gripped the steering wheel. "Yeah, sure sure, see you Saturday, slut." He teased, sending one last shiver of pleasure through the kitty's body as he exited the SUV, which promptly drove off.

Dabbing the cum off his shirt, Rein entered the apartment, smiling in relief as he realized that Ryan was not present in the living room, he was already fast asleep in their bed. Stripping and stepping into the shower, the drunk, cum bloated feline turned the water on hotter, letting the water wash away the spunk, sweat, and all evidence of yet another night of his unfaithfulness, the entire time he watched the wolf's scent disappear down the drain, he couldn't help but wonder...why? Why be so sneaky, why not just grab that freedom he wants? Dancing in his head was Damien's offer, what if he would have said yes, just never came back to the lazy bummer of a horse a few rooms over? Sighing to himself as he looked down at his clean, soggy feet thinking. "Next time, Damien...next time I won't resist...I can't resist..." He yearned, knowing his drunken tailhole could be full of wolf spunk right now, or lord knows who else from the Club, instead, he'll dry off, and fall asleep next to the ball and chain holding him back...So why?

He finished his shower, promptly walking into the living room, and passed out on the sofa, he couldn't even bring himself to sleep with his boyfriend, all he could dream of in his alcohol fueled slumber was that delicious, thick, black wolf, balls deep inside his striped rear...A dream he realized would be true, it was only a matter of time.

"Rein...REIN!" Yelled an ear piercingly loud voice, straggling the sleeping tiger awake with a start, his eyes barely able to adjust to the daylight pouring in through the curtains, his body felt heavier than it was before passing out, a good old fashioned hangover.

"W- What...Jesus Christ i'm up..." Rein whined into his arm, muffling a loud yawn.

"Yeah, wonderful...So I guess we're just skipping the pickup?" Ryan said with his arms crossed, his broad, workhorse chest obstructed by his forearms.

"W- Wha?" Rein queried, his arms dropping, his head spinning.

"Fuck it, I'll take care of it...I just...Wish you would have HALF the care to help me with the housework as you did when we moved in." Ryan sighed to himself, the distraught horse was already fully in expectation that he would have had to pick up the grocery order himself.

"Whatever man..." Rein sighed, his defeated mate's tone indicating to the headache suffering tiger that he could lay his head back down.

"Love you..." Ryan spoke as he turned around, heading toward the front door as he did.

"Yeah..." Rein half-heartedly replied, unheard by his heart wrenched boyfriend.

About two more hours had passed before the tiger awoke naturally from his hangover sleep, wiping his crusty eyes clean and getting up onto his pedicured footpaws, he stretched and let out a long, mewling yawn. A quick survey of the living room made him realize that he was completely alone.

"B- babe...?" Rein asked mostly to himself as he strode through the empty apartment, his eyes blurred as he reached the kitchen, the grocery bags piled high over the counter, all but the perishables just laying there, a small post it note affixed to one of the bags.

'Hopefully you can manage to at least put these away...see you after work...' -love, RyRy.

Gross, their original pet name? What a sad attempt at a guilt trip, or maybe it was genuine love for the feline, either way it hardly mattered, Rein just crumpled up the note and tossed it into the nearby trash bin.

"Go fuck yourself...petty horse...god..." Rein sighed to himself, reaching a paw into the first bag and grabbing a can of green beans, the label taking his sleepy, hungover eye by surprise.

'LONE WOLF PRODUCE, FARM TO TABLE, NON GMO...'

Mmm, Wolf...He had blown that bartender again hadn't he? Of course he had, Rein could still taste that masculine, canine seed on his breath even hours later. It was hardly the first time he had a little fling behind Ryan's back, it wasn't even the first time he did with Damien, but each time was becoming more common, so regularly repeated during his club outings that he was starting to let it become another drunken memory lost. Thanks to a label on a can of vegetables so thoughtfully provided by his own boyfriend, the car ride home swam directly to the forefront of his mind.

"F- fuck...Damien..." Rein said to himself in realization that he had let the brolic wolf leave his side once again, his heart wrenched, and inside his well worn panties, his effeminate barbed cock twitched.

He never felt this way for Ryan, not from day one, Sure they had some good times but while Ryan's slaving away at a farm supply store for his cash, Damien's a few feet away from the dance floor, serving the types of drinks that make the tiger's toes curl, and laying cock that does the same. The comparison was completely unfair, and there's no way a grass eating horse could ever stack up.

With a heated purr, his headache and hangover slowly taking a back seat to his lust, Rein ignored the remaining groceries and nearly ran out of the kitchen, back to the spot of the sofa where he had passed out, grabbing his phone frantically and swiping it open, finding Damien's contact, and hit call.

In an apartment on the other end of the city, a vibrating phone buzzed across the bathroom sink, a large black paw reached down to grab it as the other was gliding a toothbrush over his lengthy, white fangs, giving a spit into the sink as his eyes fixated to the screen. A minty fresh grin washing over Damien's face as he saw the caller ID, 'Stripes'.

"Well well well, you woke up before five PM? What's the occasion?" Damien teased. Sending warmth through Rein's heart, even as a joke, the wolf actually accepted his lifestyle rather than hark on it like the damn horse.

"Oh you...Um...I mean you...You're the occasion...you busy?" Rein asked, twirling his messy hair in his fingers as he spoke.

"Obviously, I got a shift tonight, usual hours...why?" Damien inquired.

Rein looked at his phone and grinned, he had a solid two hours before Damien's paws would be occupied with bottles, plenty of time for them to be occupied around his hips.

"Well, maybe you can pick me up, I could spend it with you...Can you come over?" Rein offered genuinely, biting his lip, looking at his disheveled makeup and smirking face in the reflection of a nearby lamp.

"Err, fuck it, sure kitty...still at the same apartment?" Damien agreed.

Rein literally yelped in excitement, his eyes beaming as his forbidden, yet firm, true lustful desire agreed to come over, he eagerly squeaked into the phone. "Of course I am, The front door's unlocked...You can uh..freshen up with me..."

Damien let out an audible chuckle, his cleaned, toned body, shampooed fur and freshly brushed teeth a stark contrast to the inviting tiger's.

"I'm pretty sure I'm fresh as fuck, but I could always lend a hand cleaning you up, dirty bitch." He replied, his freshly washed sheath twitching as he spoke.

Rein hissed in heat, biting his lip hard enough to draw a slight dribble of blood "Mmh, bet, door's open stud." He said, before teasingly, hanging up the call.

Damien grinned and placed his phone down, he was gonna be late, he could feel it, but to be in the company of his favorite bar-room slut, why not? He finished preparing himself and dressed, before heading out to his car.

-Hours Later-

The door swung open and a sweaty, well worked Ryan strode into the apartment, flicking the lights on, finally home after needing to work yet another closing shift, but thanks to a wonderful, rude, and seemingly timeless customer, he didn't wind up getting in home until a few after midnight. And to add insult to injury, he had texted his beloved tiger a few minutes ago, no reply, of course, he was probably already passed out.

"Babe, I'm hooome..." He called out to a silent apartment, silent, but very much so off.

The first thing he noticed was the smell in the air, it was a stench all too familiar to him, sweat, smoke, and...cum.

"W- what the fuck Rein?!" He called out into the room halfway expecting to see a sex party going down in his expensive living room, but being greeted with silence, quite the mess, a disorganized cluttered mess all over the coffee table, various condom wrappers discarded, a few of them full, leaking their contents on the carpet.

His fury rose, Ryan was obviously not oblivious to what had occurred in his absence, but where was the culprit, where was his mate, what the FUCK was going on? An answer to his question, a video camera, was sitting pretty right on the kitchen counter, right next to the groceries, still untouched sans the can of green beans sitting nearby.

"What the fuck..." Ryan queried to himself, grabbing the camera that was left there, it was unfamiliar to him, he'd never seen it in his life, the make and model nothing like anything he would of owned, let alone afford.

'Play me' was affixed to the side, in a post it note, a not so subtle recreation of his own note to Rein hours earlier.

Wiping his brow and taking a seat at the breakfast bar, his tail swishing over the stool as he flipped the screen open, following the note's instructions, he was greeted with four videos, each of them a few more than five minutes a piece, and tons of images, there must of been over one hundred in the photos folder, but those can wait, surely the videos as cryptic as they are have some sort of significance.

Using the camera's tiny joystick, he flicked to the first video, and reluctantly, unsure what to expect, hit play.

"Is it on?" Asked the very obvious voice of Rein, as the camera focused on his face

"You know it bitch..." Spoke a voice, foreign to Ryan, as the camera panned downward.

The sight was heart wrenching, the point-of-view being from some sort of monstrous wolf, his body was like an adonis sculpture, his abs glistened in what seemed to be sweat, or perhaps water, it was difficult to tell, his lengthy, no, gargantuan shaft was on full display, fully erect, as the camera's lens had struggled to fully capture every inch.

"Hey Ryan, how was work, you fucking wageslave..." Chimed in Rein's voice, as the camera flipped upwards. The wolf may have not been recognizable but the setting and star of this film certainly was.

It was their bathroom, this stranger was inside of his apartment, with his boyfriend. Ryan fumed as he stared at the tiny LCD screen, his brow curled in disgust.

"Hope that extra hours at honky-tonk-who gives a fuck was worth it...mmm...you not being here sure was..." Rein teased, his freshly showered, clean furred naked body on full display as he was kneeling down before the lengthy, girthy, forearm sized shaft of the mysterious wolf.

Unable to do a goddamned thing, he was watching a recording, all of the painful sights and events had already transpired, all the pain filled stallion could do was watch, as those luscious, loving, effeminate lips that had kissed him so often, wrapped around the girthy, pre oozing cock tip of the wolf comfortably sitting atop his toilet to receive them.

"Damn bro...you really...mmm...fucked up huh?" The cocky son of a bitch said into the camera, his raspy, pleasured voice louder than the tiger's due to his proximity to the microphone.

Ryan slammed his fist down on the table and pushed the camera away, hardly able to focus anymore on the disgusting video, the sounds still emitting from the camera, the occasional gag, the moaning of that unfamiliar voice, before long the slurping had made way to a few roars, and the gulping, squelching sounds were enough to pass the message along, he had came, hard, directly into his beloved tiger's hungry maw...Then silence.

With one hand, Ryan desperately tapped his phone, calling his mate, the call going directly to voicemail, his other hand was nervously grasping the camera, hitting play reluctantly. The second video began to play, its setting totally different in contrast to the first of the tetralogy, it appeared to be inside of a club? Oh god, THAT club, the club that always held priority over their relationship. He had been dragged there a few times, even having sex with his beloved mate in the storeroom on one occasion, but this angle was unfamiliar even if the lights and music weren't.

The camera flipped downward, briefly and blurrily scanning over the dancing crowd, and sitting patrons, the point of view was behind the bar, recording the black slacks of a standing wolf, his body type now burned into the angered Stallion's eyes, still recognizable. His massive, black shaft was hanging in what appeared to be exposed air, before the camera began to lower, being held at waist level, exposing what was going on.

"Mmmm, see, this is what a real man does for a little thrilling fun~" Rein's voice teased, winking at the camera, the barely lit area was difficult to focus on, but the sound of bass, conversation, and stealthy cock sucking was unmistakable, as the eager tiger pushed his head forward, engulfing the pulsing length of his favorite wolf into his thirsty mouth for the second time that night.

How could nobody have noticed, that club was his typical watering hole! Surely someone knew that Rein was Ryan's beloved, why did nobody call him, why was this fucking happening? Ryan nearly threw the camera aside, his eyes welling with tears as he sniffled, his anger fading into sadness, as the video played on.

Casually, Damien's clawed left hand appeared in frame, gripping over the mated tiger's pastel highlighted hair and pulling firmly downward, as squelching, white globs of his thick, canine seed were obviously spilling from the sides of his eager mouth.

Ryan was in complete shock as he flicked the small joystick over, hating himself for pushing play on the third video, the setting once again changing, this one a well lit bedroom, one unfamiliar to the horse as he watched with tears in his eyes, his heart sinking as he saw his beloved tiger stride into frame, they must of put it on a tripod for this one.

"Hey bro...How you doin?" Teased Damien, who strode into frame right next to the tiger, towering over him, fuck he would tower over Ryan himself.

"So listen, you've been a problem for a while and I'mma show my little kitten slut here how we solve problems where I'm from." Damien competitively snarled at the camera, his right hand firmly swatting the little twink tiger's rear as his left pushed the cat to the bed.

With no restraint, the camera filmed every disgusting, adulterous moment, from when Ryan's beloved mate had taken that impossibly large cock inside of his gripping, eager tailhole, to the little tiger's toes curling on his sides when he was bred deeply, the first time the pair had truly fucked together, or...made love together, captured in raw, high quality, and now forced into the eyes of the cuckolded stallion who weeped at his breakfast bar.

It was done, there is no way it could of been repaired, not after the past fifteen minutes of pure, unbridled agony, his eyes reddened with tears and his fist balled against the table, a small flicker of hope that maybe the fourth video was an explanation, an apology, anything...A flicker that was snuffed out in an instant when the video began playing.

The setting of this one was familiar, too familiar, uncomfortably familiar, as he watched in shock, Ryan whimpered at the realization. The camera panned back from a clock, hanging on the wall just feet from him, the hands showing 11:39, only twenty-some minutes before the horse had walked in.

There, in the very same kitchen, right near those grocery bags, the camera shook as the lens was aimed at the striped, sweating, rear end of a well fucked tiger, his girly moaning filling the apartment, in reply to the relentless thrusting of the growling wolf, clearly they had been fucking around the house for a good while.

"You like that fucker? Took the rest of the night off just to plow this little kitten, yeah, fuck yeah, you like that? He's mine, you hear me you herbivore FUCK?" Damien roared into the camera, a mix of satisfaction, anger, and lust all combining into dominant shit talking toward a horse he had never personally met, yet stole his relationship from with ease.

Ryan's head fell to the breakfast bar, holding it in his forearms as he bawled, the pain of his eager, loving mate, well, ex, moaning so deeply and passionately for the stranger to him, in ways he had never heard, let alone knew Rein was capable of, setting in with searing realism.

The passionate sex ended with a loud, incredible howl, it had no doubt alerted their neighbors, who also seemed to not contact the horse, probably not wanting to be involved, Damien's girthy shaft had sunk balls deep, knotting and bulging the unfaithful tiger with passion, cum spurting deep into Rein's freshly mated tailhole, a few more pants and moans leaving the forbidden couple's maws, wetly kissing into one another's maws, each sound piercing the ears of Ryan who could barely accept what was happening as reality.

"O- oh fuck...he just texted...he's on the way..." Rein said coyly, clearly he had received that text after all.

"Oh, well then...let's head home...babe~" Damien said with a soft moan. Those words cut through the horse's ears and heart like a hot knife through butter.

Whimpering and looking at the LCD screen, the devastated horse watched as the camera flipped over, being placed on the counter, right where he had found it waiting for him, it shook slightly as a note was affixed to its side, and the smug, toothy grin of Damien's cocky, homewrecking face filled the screen.

"Don't worry, you can keep the camera, only fair being I'm keeping your kitty...See ya, loser." Before he closed the screen, ending the final recording.

Just as he expected, for a few more moments of searing, agonizing pain, his heart shattered and his life uprooted as he scrolled through the page after page of photos, they were ALL of his now ex's night of passionate infidelity, they had done it everywhere, the couch, Damien's car, on their bed, atop Ryan's pillow, not an inch of that apartment was sanctimonious or pure anymore.

Ryan roared out, screaming in pain as his hand wound back, finally pelting that fucking camera at the wall with a forceful throw, shattering it's expensive parts across the kitchen in a scattering mess.

It seems he would be keeping nothing but pain after all, even with Damien's generous offer...Shame, that camera was a full night of tips for the better, bolder, alpha Wolf...