A New Venture: Wake Up Call
#10 of A New Venture
Skarlath and Roan lay on the floor pressed together and eyes mostly closed as they enjoyed the afterglow that lapped along their minds. Their entire bodies were relaxed as the massive stallion leaned back and let the wolf settle in his lap where it would be more comfortable. His broad chest offered a warm, albeit hard, pillow for the red furred head to lean against. The sounds of the early morning started to come to their ears as outside the birds had started to rustle their wings before giving voice to their songs. The twittering noises came louder and louder while the thickened shaft started to soften inside the round bellied wolf. His stomach was swollen taut as if he were deeply pregnant, though Skar believed he was it was mostly just the fact the massive ebony stallion had far more of a load then he used too. Even as he pressed his head against the pounding heart the stallion rumbled down into one of his ears.
"It would be smart if we called the doctor...." He trailed off and Skarlath frowned slightly at that and flattened his ears against his head.
"And tell him we went against doctor's orders?" The wolf snorted softly. "I think he'd be pretty upset to hear that."
"I'm not going to have you pregnant and without a doctor checking up on you!" The stallion's voice turned slightly hard at that and he felt the velvety lips tease against one of his ears. "You know as well as I do that you should at least be looked at to make sure everything is okay."
"Mmph.." The wolf splayed his ears and leaned back with a tremble as the thickened shaft slowly started to pull from his snug anal ring.
That sensation made him lose track of his thoughts. It was so strange, yet it felt so good to have the stallion deep inside of him. He knew he should be in agony from such a stretching, but all he felt was a growing excitement at a prospect of doing it again. He'd always been a lusty creature, in fact he was proud of it, but now it seemed his mind was constantly being teased with thoughts of what could happen next. He half warred with the desire to grind into the massive lap to coax the stallion for another session and the desire to slip into the bedroom to wake up their third in a more intimate way. He felt his ears heat up a touch and he drew in a steadying breath to stop himself from doing just that. He was sure the lion wouldn't mind, but Roan was trying to have an actual conversation with him even if he was letting his mind get side tracked. He came back to attention to hear the stallion continue his sentence.
"...for breakfast and afterwards we can give him a call. I'm sure Artemis will wake up pretty soon." The handsome black head turned to look out the window. "Well relatively soon."
"He didn't seem like he wanted to wake up earlier." Skarlath suddenly let out a curse as the massive hands cupped his hips and pulled him up. The thick cock pulled free with a lewd popping noise as he wriggled and twisted in place. "Mmmph..."
"I'm surprised neither of us woke up when we ah...well. Sorry about the bed, Skar." The big stallion lowered his head and splayed his ears looking decidedly hang dog about the fact that he'd played a large role in destroying said bed. The wolf melted a bit and rubbed his hand against one smooth warm cheek.
"I loved that bed frame. We'll get a new one, but I think we'd better wait until ahh..you guys are back to normal." Something startled the wolf, "You will go back to normal won't you? I mean, if you keep getting larger you're going to end up outside!"
"The doctor said we would, it just takes time." The stallion seemed to consider it as he carefully stood up. His ears brushed lightly against the ceiling and he had to peer down at the far smaller wolf. "Artemis would flip his lid."
"What? What's so funny?" Skarlath stood up shakily and moved a hand down to curiously touch the swell of his stomach. The hard muscle was gone. It felt soft and giving and he traced his fingers over it a little curiously.
"Can you imagine? I'd be fine if you had to build me a nice big stable out back, but can you see Artemis as a barn cat?" The stallion whickered in amusement again before he started to edge out the door. "You go see about getting the lazy cat up, I'm going to make something for breakfast. I'm ready to eat a pillow."
"Don't forget we can't all live on that horrible bran stuff!" He called to the retreating stallion as a smile curved his muzzle. He could trust Roan to fish out the bacon and sausage even if he preferred not to eat it. It was one of the many things he loved about the large creature. The wolf gave himself a shake and then licked his muzzle. He really should wake up their lover.
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Roan felt his new larger body with a heady excitement as he walked down the stairs. He hadn't had a chance to move it since he had woken up and Skarlath had effectively distracted him. Once the stairs had been broad enough to accept his hooves with a bit of space left over. Now he found it awkward to make his way down them. His hooves had always been large, now they were far larger then dinner plate sized. As he walked he paused and sighed as he lifted one hoof and looked at the bottom of it. Just as he thought, he'd lost his shoes. Sometimes he envied the other creatures who could just go fetch another pair. He'd have to see if he could coax Skarlath into helping him hammer a new set on. Then again, he couldn't do that! He was too large, there were no horse shoes that would come near to fitting him!
With that thought he walked into the kitchen and surveyed the small kingdom from under heavily lidded eyes. The kitchen was mostly Artemis' design. The lion enjoyed to cook when he had a chance and had made allowances to have many wide open areas to store his pots and pans, as well as a large pantry and an even bigger fridge. The moment he let his eyes trail around the room he found his stomach cramping up in protest. When was the last time he'd eaten a good meal? His answer came with a wave of light headedness that made him feel giddy. Far too long. He glanced up at the ceiling and fretted for a moment about Skarlath. The wolf needed to eat as well, he was eating for more than one now. That thought made him swell his chest up in pride. His Skarlath, his wolf was pregnant. As he opened up the fridge his thick neck arched in pride.
It took him a while to sort out what he wanted to make. The big stallion wasn't really a cook, but he could make his way around the kitchen alright. At first he'd been tempted to pull down a box of cereal and just eat whatever was quickest, but his concern for his lover was greater than his hunger. He pulled out several boxes of pancake mix as well as a package of fat sausages that he'd picked up from the farmer's market. The scent of them made him wrinkle his nose, but he knew they'd appeal to the lion and wolf. Before long he had two pans on the stove with crackling fat popping as it heated up and eggs thickening as they cooked. The smell of a traditional breakfast made his nostrils flare and a hum start to form in his throat. The sun spilled through the window in a beam of light as his good mood increased to the point he started to twitch his tail back and forth behind him.
He'd nearly gotten most of the food put onto plates so the other males could serve themselves when he realized something was happening. It started as a fine shaking along his hand that he watched holding one of the plates. He frowned at the tremor and put the plate down before it spread over his body like liquid fire. Roan flattened his ears against his head as the rush of heat spilled through him and grew in the pit of his stomach so that his muscles tensed up and hardened. His breathing came out in shallow pants as he moved slowly and carefully backwards. For a moment he glanced up and then towards the phone. Was something wrong? Was the drug reacting with him badly? He should call someone or at least yell up to get Artemis and Skarlath both down here. The choice was taken from him as the tremors rolled up his spine and he lost his footing.
He ended up on his knees, but still his head towered high enough that he would nearly be the wolf's height. As he watched the muscles in his arms hardened and bulged as they started to grow. The corded muscle ran upwards so that he could feel himself growing heavier bodied even as his eyes wavered and he could barely concentrate on what was going on. He struggled past the dizziness as the light headed was washed away in a sensation of being suddenly very heavy. His entire body felt weighted down. He wasn't able to control even his arms as they dropped down onto the marble floor. The best he could do was try and keep himself held aloft by virtue of his powerful legs as he tried to shift to one side.
It was a slow and dizzying process, but his eyes seemed to dance in front of him as he couldn't quite force them to focus properly. The muscles of his body were all held tense almost to the point of cramping as they twitched and flexed beneath his glossy obsidian hide. It made him start to breath faster and slightly more panicky. What was going on? Why couldn't he force his mind to focus properly? His back popped and cracked before he let out a loud squeal of shock as his shoulders spread open wider. His eyes flashing blood red in the morning light as the transformation rocked through him. Roan only dimly heard the cries and thuds of feet upstairs as his lovers responded. As his stomach clenched on itself he felt a sudden flush that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with embarrassment. He still hadn't taken time to have his breakfast.
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Skarlath watched Roan leave and was honest about his appreciation in watching the stallion's backside as it swayed back and forth. The powerful haunches and glossy black fur would always be Roan's best feature in the wolf's eyes. He padded out from the study and yawns hugely so that his tongue lolled out. He could have done with more sleep, in fact he was starting to regret his promise to wake up Artemis. It would be so easy to turn around and curl up in the guest bed so he could be lulled back to sleep. For a moment he glanced back at the pile of pillows and the plush comforter wistfully and almost took a step back before steeling himself. He could catch a nap later, besides he had a little surprise for the big white-gold lion.
He padded quietly into the main bedroom and felt a moment of annoyance as he looked against at the cracked bed frame. The lovely hand carved wood was splintered in some spots from the massive males that had grown in size and weight. Then his eyes fell to Artemis and he found his lips curling up in a slow smile. The lion was sprawled on the bent mattress like some sort of fallen demigod. The sheets were twisted around his form so that they ran in a line across his broad powerfully muscled chest and then across his legs. It half spilled over his groin so that all was hidden save for the trail of darker gold fur that ran in a line towards his sheath. The early morning light started to creep in from the window and it only added to the entrancing sight. The wolf sighed out of his muzzle and felt a rush of sudden warmth for the lion. His lion. All that beauty and power were his to touch and explore. He could well understand why others might be jealous of what he had.
He crept silently to the bed, careful to keep his paws on the carpet rather then venturing onto the hardwood. He wanted to keep Artemis asleep at least for a little while. The smooth sheets were twisted around one of the lion's legs and the proud maned head stirred in whatever dream he was experiencing. His frame shifted and the broken mattress and bed creaked as one powerful arm clutched the pillow harder and the short muzzled face burrowed against it. Skarlath gave a slight smile at that. So like a cat. He took up every bit of space he could on the bed and the position wasn't entirely comfortable looking, but he made it look ideal. He came to the edge of the bed and ran his paw lightly over one of the bare legs to feel the smooth fur over the muscle. It felt like velvet under his finger pads and he let his touch glide along the knee as he shifted his weight.
The red wolf crept to the edge of the mattress so his knees pressed against it as he guided his heavy swollen body just onto the mattress so that it took his weight. He held his breath, half expecting the bowed middle portion to snap back up into place, but nothing of the sort happened. He looked over the muscled pile of lion and realized there was no way his weight would be great enough to disrupt the sleeping Artemis. He stretched out onto his side as he felt his stomach brush one of the legs and let his arm slide over the upper hips. He stroked over the sheet and massaged, but kept his touches light enough that he knew the lion wouldn't wake. With each stroke the sheet started to slip lower and lower revealing what lay hidden beneath it. Skarlath's lips curled back in a playful smile as his tail wagged against the edge of the mattress.
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Artemis hated being woken up. He hated being up before the sun. He hated being shaken awake or yelled awake or worst of all being woken up by the alarm clock. He had briefly woken up last night to a flurry of movement that had made him annoyed more than amused. The voices had been too loud and he'd been forced to half bury himself into the comforter to make sure that he'd block them out. Why on earth Roan and Skarlath insisted on getting up at such ungodly hours was beyond him. If he had his way he'd wake up at noon every day. Some times he really did regret his choice of vocation and a normal nine to five job. He'd been more then grateful when the pair of rowdy males had left the room to darkness and quiet and from there slipped back into his dreams. It wasn't that hard, he could fall asleep anywhere as long as it was comfortable.
He dreamt of being young again. He dreamt of being young enough he was just out of college and bright eyed to face the world. In the dream he'd been defending something in court. Sometimes it appeared to be Roan and at other times it was another stallion that just looked like Roan. He started to argue with dream-Roan about the name of the other horse. The more he argued the more upset he got until the dream started to shift away. It was as if a great hand had smoothed away the upsetting dream to replace it with something far more soothing. He dreamt of hands upon his body, broad soft hands that traced over his chest and curled in his mane. They were half formed caresses from a faceless being that could have been either of his lovers.
That thought led the lion to thinking about Skarlath and the way his hands always knew how to find the sensitive parts of his body to stroke and massage. The gentle touches that made him arch up and purr in pleasure before dropping back down again. His mind let him drift in and out of dreams that were slightly erotic and suggestive. He made no attempt to turn away from them, instead he shifted in his sleep and a rough purr started to throb in his throat. He could imagine a soft hand against his relaxed sheath. He dreamt of an eager mouth and fingers that pulled and nuzzled to coax him out. How eager his dream lover was! How needy! It made him paw lightly at the pillow and drag it in closer as if he were clutching Skarlath to him.
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Skarlath let his fingers slide down to the heavy sheath and massaged right at the base. Once the sheet had been drawn away he was able to see the first three inches of flesh jutting out from it. The scent of the male lion filled his nose and made him shiver in pleasure. It was softly musky and mingled with the lions favored cologne that never quite smelled the same way on anyone else. He dropped his muzzle and let his lips brush right against the tip as the lion started to purr and mumble in his sleep. The wolf's intense green eyes flickered up to watch as the feline rolled his hips and the muzzle was curved up in a smile. Obviously he wasn't feeling annoyed at being disturbed or he hadn't even woken up yet. All the better to the wolf's way of thinking. He kissed the tip gently before his tongue flickered out and ran in a slow wet line over it.
The lion's voice let out a throaty rumble and his fingers felt as the inches of dark red cock started to push their way free as he hardened. His other hand dropped down to smooth and stroke over the heavy balls. The fur there was so much softer then the rest of the lion's body. It was almost like silk against his finger tips as he smoothed them over the orbs and felt them tense up in response. The soft noises increased the moment Skarlath spread his lips open and lightly suckled along the tip. His broad tongue spilled down to run along the fleshy barbs and teased them up as the shaft pulsed further to life. The lion shifted in the bed and arched his hips up so another inch slipped into the wolf's muzzle and she spread his mouth wider to run his tongue along the underside. The salty sweet taste of precum bubbled up from the tip to splash against his tongue making him shiver in pleasure.
His paw wrapped around the base and gently glided lower so that he gently pushed the sheath all the way down making room for his muzzle to swallow inch by inch. He closed his mouth tighter and swallowed so that his tongue pushed up and he squeezed the pulsing shaft tightly with his tongue and the tip edged closer to his throat. The moment he tightened his hold the white gold body shifted upwards and he heard a low moan. The lion's eyes fluttered opened and for a moment look unfocused. The blue orbs flickered down towards him in confusion and then widened as Skarlath deliberately swallowed again making his tongue dance along the base and swirl over the throbbing flesh. Artemis moved one of his paws down and pressed it against his head as he let out a soft hiss.
"I should..hire you for an alarm." His voice was thick with sleep and pleasure causing the wolf to chuckle and send the vibrations rushing along the cock.
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Artemis' dream continued with various erotic images and feelings that started to feel more real. He rocked his hips up at every dreamt of touch until the sensations grew intense and he could feel something hot and wet clenching down around him. The lion startled out of his dreams as his body lifted up from the bed. He opened his eyes and saw a blue and purpled haired head tucked along his lower body and the wolf's chest pressing against his legs. It took him a moment to realize what was going on as a moan came from his throat. Skarlath had managed to wriggle himself onto his legs and pin them down so that his muzzle had free rein over his now erect shaft. There was laughter and mischief in the green eyes that grinned up at him, though he didn't pull his muzzle back to answer the lazy compliment.
The wolf pushed his muzzle down further so he felt the tongue slipping along him and the heat swirled slickly. His shaft pulsed as he arched his back up and leaned his head against the thick feathered pillow. His paw massaged and rubbed the nape of the wolf's neck gently as he let his mind foggily wake up. Something was different, he knew that right away. The angle was all wrong, but he wasn't sure he could care at the moment. His lover's head pulled back and the tongue started to dance around his tip in slow steady licks. The movements made him pulse and throb against the hard expanse of his stomach while his balls were kneaded and squeezed up along his inner thighs. He moved a hand back to grip the pillow under his head and then further back trying to grasp the head board to brace himself. His paws met with thin air so that he was forced to dig his fingers into the pillow.
Artemis looked down and watched as the deceptively thin muzzle stretched open lewdly wide to cup his aroused shaft. The hot suckling noises and the feel of the inches sinking inwards nearly robbed him of his control. His hips rose up and gently thrust until he felt his tip being pushed along the throat. He froze after a moment. He'd never managed to penetrate the wolf's long muzzle before. That was when he realized he'd grown. He was larger than he had been when he'd been in the bath tub, far larger. Skarlath was struggling with the increased girth as he let out a whimper and pushed the tip all the way into his throat. The velvety hot tongue lashed along his base so that his concern of being too large was washed away and his lips peeled back to let out an almost roar of pleasure. Even the light scrape of the teeth that brushed over him oh so gently added to the experience.
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Skarlath kept his eyes rolled up to watch his lover's reactions to his teasing muzzle. He'd never quite tire of seeing the lion writhing and wriggling from this angle and when he had so much control over how his tongue moved and shifted. The tip pushed against the roof of his mouth and then started to go in deeper as he tensed up a little bit. No matter how much he enjoyed Roan, he was always a bit daunted at the idea of deep throating something so large. He struggled past that concern and pushed down as he relaxed his throat. The inches started to slip down as the muscles hardened beneath him and he felt the balls in his paw tensing up. A hot splatter of precum welled out to drool down his throat making him groan and then swallow around the lion. The movement made the lion let out a sudden roaring cry before he started to pull backwards.
Inch by inch the shaft slipped from his muzzle. The moment the tip popped free from his throat he drew in a swift breath and then shuddered it out again. He pulled back until his muzzle popped free and his tongue started to swirl around the tip. It circled and twisted lightly making the feline shudder and clutch the pillow harder. He rolled his eyes up to see Artemis was watching him with slightly glazed eyes as his lips were parted and the breath came out in shallow hisses. He moved his paw along the balls and gave a gentle squeeze as he felt them tense upwards. The moment he did the lion let out a sharp hiss and his hips rocked up. Skarlath didn't fight it, instead he pushed his head down. Inch by inch the dark red shaft penetrated his muzzle as he swallowed and pulled it deeper. The taste of it teased him as he pulled his head back a few inches and then drove down.
This time he didn't try to fight the way the tip pushed against his throat and he let it slip deep inside. The wolf tensed up and felt the paw on the back of his neck spasm slightly as he pushed himself down as his nose came closer and closer to the bunched of sheath. He braced himself and released the heavy orbs so his paw could grip the hard muscled hip before he pushed himself down flush with toned loins. He suckled and swallowed around the slippery red girth eagerly. He could feel it pulsing against his tongue as he flicked his ears back against his head. Artemis' sudden cry echoed in his ears as the hips suddenly rose up into the air and gave a series of short instinctive thrusts that bumped against his muzzle slightly.
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Artemis watched as the wolf pulled backwards and stifled a groan as the glistening shaft came into the light. Each vein stood out as the tip finally pulled free and gave a flex against his stomach. Skarlath wasn't done though. The tongue was instantly down and started to bath over his tip in strong sure strokes. The soft wet velvet rippled around him and curled just under his glans so that he felt as if he were about to lose himself to his orgasm from that alone. He let out a sharp hiss as he watched the tongue twisting and coiling before his shuddering hips rose up. He felt how the muscles along his thighs hardened at that one simple motion and to his surprise Skarlath released his balls and leaned into the thrust. His muzzle spread open as the wolf eagerly pushed his muzzle over his cock again.
This time he didn't stop the pressure as he inched his way down. The tongue guided the way as it cupped along the underside of him. The nose lowered until he felt it brush against his loins as his cock was hilted into the wolf's throat. The walls closed down as Skarlath swallowed and the rippling movements traveled along him so he clutched at the thick fur along the back of his lovers neck. The tension started in his muscled abdomen and than spread outwards as he gave a few shallow thrusts upwards. He could feel the soft warm tongue dragging along his girth and the way the muzzle tensed up and clutched around him each time the wolf swallowed. The pleasure started to mount until he could feel his balls contracting up against his inner thighs and tried to call out a warning to Skarlath.
Instead of a warning a roaring cry of pleasure passed from his lips as his entire body strained against the bed and he arched up. His muscles twitched slightly as his balls heaved and his tip gave a sudden pulse sending out a hot jet of cum from him. The rush of it splattered into the wolf's maw and he watched as the throat worked to swallow down the rich seed. He finally had to throw his head back and tear his eyes away from the sight as he trembled through the pleasure that mounted and spilled through his entire body. Each pulse seemed to send another tremor through him as he heard wood cracking beneath the bed. He was too far gone to care about furniture at this point, all that mattered was the grip of his lovers mouth and the heat of that tongue swirling over him.
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Skarlath moved his muzzle down slightly as he felt the bulging shaft start to jut out further and spread his muzzle just a fraction wider then it had been. The roar above him rang in his ears and gave him the warning he needed to tense up before the first hot rush erupted out of the tip. It felt as if it was pressured as it splattered up against the roof of his mouth and drooled down into his throat. The taste of it made him muffle a groan as he suckled and pulled around the twitching flesh. It rushed down as he fought against the stream to swallow as much as he could, while at the same time being able to suck in a breath. He finally had to pull his head back about half way and he heard a groan that came from the pillow the lion had buried his face in to stem the tide of noises that kept spilling out of him.
After several long moments the orgasm subsided and he was able to pull his aching muzzle free entirely so that he could pant to try and catch his breath. His jaw ached slightly, but it wasn't truly painful, just a dull sensation that let him know he'd stretched it just a bit too wide. The softening red cock fell back against the pale gold belly and he grinned up at the panting lion. Artemis was stretched his full length on the bed with his head resting against a pillow. His chest was rising and falling rapidly as he recovered and Skarlath felt a rush of possessive pride. His tail wagged behind him rapidly and danced against the curve of his haunches. It was a perfect start to the day in his books. He shifted a little bit and licked his lips with a brush of his red tongue as one of the blue eyes opened and glanced at him.
"I thought I..was the one..that was supposed to...eat the canary.." The lion panted causing the wolf to chortle out in amusement.
"I don't think you ate anything." Skar countered back brightly and gave a stretch of his body as he let out a happy sigh. "Mmmm awake now?"
"Mmph..dirty trick!" The lion raised his head to glance at the clock and blinked, "What on earth happened to the bed?"
The wolf opened his mouth to reply when he heard a dull thud and muffled sound from downstairs. He froze and then flattened his ears against his head as he jerked his head up and turned towards the door. A rush of fear flashed through him. Roan was making breakfast! He as barely up from the bed when Artemis made the door. The lion had nearly leapt from the sheets and bolted from the room heedless of the fact he was still half hard and naked. Skarlath bolted down the stairs after him at a full run. Well as full a run as he could manage with his swollen stomach and his heart was pounding against his chest as he managed the stairs a bit awkwardly. By the time he got to the bottom he found Artemis crouched down next to Roan with his brows furrowed and a very abashed stallion looking over at him.
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Roan felt like he wanted to crawl under a rock. In fact if he wasn't black he probably would have been red from the tip of his nose all the way to his tail. He had collapsed and felt a rush of fear all the way until Artemis had come leaping down from the stairs buck naked. That wasn't the surprising part, after all he knew that Skarlath had probably been waking up the lion the only way possible to put him in a good mood. What was surprising was that the dizziness started to past and he was left shaking against the ground and so large it was almost awkward for the smaller lion to try and grip his arm to try and get him up. He knew the moment he tried to stand what had happened and he wanted to try and play it off. He might have been able to if his swollen bellied lover hadn't walked awkwardly and out of breath into the kitchen.
"S'my own dumb fault." The stallion rumbled and splayed his ears to either side of his head.
"What is? Are you okay? Roan?" The wolf tried to crouch even as the stallion tried to wave him off with another rush of embarrassment.
"I forgot to eat, got a bit bigger and well..." He trailed off as his words were slightly mumbled in his own embarrassment.
"Good lord. Roan! All that mass has to come from somewhere." The lions deep voice turned into a soft chuckle of amusement. "It's alright Skarlath, he's just overly hungry and got a bit dizzy. I told him last night before bed to eat something. It takes a lot of energy to do what we've been doing."
"I forgot." The stallion said petulantly and shook his head back and forth. In a small voice he added, "I made you breakfast."
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Skarlath wanted to yell or shake the stallion for giving him such a fright. He was out of breath from his run down the stairs and the sight of the stallion shakily getting to his massive hooves made him feel faint with relief. The only reason he didn't was the fact the obvious embarrassment was almost funny. The huge stallion could have crushed someone with his hand, yet his head was hanging down and held to one side as if he were a foal being taken to task for something. It was altogether adorable. The wolf finally sighed and lowered himself into a chair to let his heart calm down as Artemis checked the black equine over for any hurts he might have taken. As he sat down he could smell the cooked food and his stomach snarled hungrily reminding him that he should be eating as well.
"Eat next time, Roan!" Artemis shook his heavily maned head, "Come on, big guy, have something to eat and you'll feel better."
"If you ever do that again I'm going to...to...to..." Skarlath trailed off as he vainly tried to find a threat that would work on the stallion.
"I know. M'sorry." The stallion gave that hang dog expression again before he moved towards the dining room table and the chairs there.
"NO! ROAN DON-" The wolf nearly had the words out of his mouth when the massive stallion moved to settle into one of the chairs. In the chair's defense it did an admirable job of trying to remain upright, but it didn't last long. There was a large crack and suddenly the floor shook as the stallion broke the chair in his attempt to sit on it. "Don't sit there..."
"Well hell.." The stallion looked under him, even sitting he was still able to come chest high to the table. His ears flattened back before he glared at his lovers as if daring either of them to make a joke at his expense. "In my defense I always hated these chairs." He snarled out.
"When this is over I'd better have some furniture left." Skarlath mumbled under his breath as Artemis stifled a laugh and wise lion that he was simply served each of them a heaping plate of food without comment. There was more than one reason the three of them made a fine pair.
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