The Elusive Threesome

Story by Zwoosh on SoFurry

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#6 of Tails Tales Collection

Do you guys remember that forum post I found for you a while back? About a user named 'lilbluewoof' who met up with an orca in a 'sauna' - I really can't believe places like that exist. Anyway, I did some background checks on this other guy he mentioned seeing there, somebody going by the username of 'Wildhorse'. I mean, it's rare to see a stallion ever crop up on this site, so I just couldn't pass up the opportunity to do some digging.

Anyway, this is what my research found. A post from way back just when Wildhorse had signed up to the site, even when it was in it's early beta days; he's one of the first to post in the forum about a threesome he had with two other men at his place, something which was practically unheard of back in earlier times of the site. I have to say, his account of the whole meet is tremendous. I can't believe he got tag-teamed like that!

I'll do some more looking, but I'll leave this post here. I'm sure there are more that are bound to turn up, so just keep your eyes peeled, alright?

Zwoosh out!

Commission for Nelson Darkstar - teryxc - bsaxagent

Characters belong to their respective owners


A clean, crisp smell of polish scented with just a hint of some nondescript flower tinged the air as a stallion, unaccustomed to housekeeping stood back with a gentle ache in his back and duster clutched within one paw. His mane, a dirty blonde which normally stood proudly up and cut short, had draped itself across his face from the sweat he'd worked up, forcing him to tuck it back behind his ear. He rose back up to his full towering height and clutched at the knotting in his back, rubbing a big paw against the charcoal fur-covered muscles. Hours of having been bent over for now reward had made him tired. He hated cleaning. Everything seemed to go a lot smoother when he cared so little about people coming into his humble abode. Typically it would just be friends, close relatives who were used to the horse's untidy nature, even the odd drunken fur who'd given in the Drag's prepositions of moving somewhere more private. He wasn't a revoltingly messy man, but rather he wished he didn't have to trim everything down to a fine point in which he could have ate his dinner up off the floor without so much as a speck of dirt working its way in there. Things were fine as they stayed, but today was an exception.

To score with one person was easy picking. Be that male or female, provided they'd chugged enough booze or were horny enough to take on a stallion, to get one guy or gal into bed was second nature to Drag. But to get two at the same time, both willing and both as enthusiastic and cooperative as he, that was a challenge. For years he'd tried, hitting clubs, hooking up with regulars he knew who were open minded enough to try, but nothing had ever been quite what he'd hoped. Sure, he'd maybe get two in bed at the same time, but either they'd up going one at a time whilst the other watched in the ultimate disaster of the third wheel, or there would be some semblance of sticking to one of the two ends and refusing to look the other in the eye. It might have been too much for them, a social low that they'd descended to what tipped upon the verge of an orgy, but for the horse, he was just desperate to tick it off on his little bucket list of sex.

It had therefore been like winning the big jackpot of the lottery when one of his hook ups told him about a site which they frequented if they were feeling lazy. It was, as they described, the social network for sex. After balls were emptied and the once well-made bed rustled up to a state of chaotic disarray from their messy love-making, Drag had taken a glance through his friend's mobile app to see what all the fuss was about. He had to say, what he'd seen was impressive. Normally he was quite cynical of any sort of online site that made such wild guarantees; dating places were the worst, in which it was essentially the last resort of aging men and women who were desperate to settle down, unlike how it had been depicted to him as a place where loads of fresh, young people congregated and met up. 'Tails Tales' though blew that out of the water. It had an intuitive design which prevented Drag from getting bored just browsing through the same old profiles, and it seemed to be heavily subscribed to as every few minutes the phone would buzz as a new message bleeped its way into his friend's inbox.

A week or two later after spending an astonishingly tedious night in, he'd picked up his tablet and signed up.

Under the pseudonym of 'Wildhorse', Drag had filled in all his details and then waited, not entirely sure what to expect; with membership came certain features of course normally inaccessible to those just taking a quick peek out of interest, but these were mainly routine stuff such as liking other people's pictures, commenting in the forums, looking at all the actual rude bits. The horse spent some time glancing through the forum posts when he came across a peculiar one. It appeared to be hugely popular, with something around one five hundred and two users either reading or posting on it. It was curiosity that had pulled him here, and it would be curiosity which led him to tap the link to go take a look at what was so damn popular.

What he found was what appeared to be an advertising space in which multitudes of furs were posting requests for varying meets in a plethora of hollers for men to come 'fill them up hard and good'. The shoddy grammar and desperation to Drag was almost enough to make him close the app down and call it a day with the experimentation, but he scrolled down for a moment more, purely for the hell of it, until his eyes landed on the advert that caught his attention. As he straightened up in his seat, he remembered the words so clearly. Two guys, not a couple but more of buddies, were looking for a third to spice things up between the two of them rather than samey one-on-one sex. It seemed honest enough - they were local to Drag, being only a short drive away, and they were both hot as hell. One was a tall panther, a willing switch but keen to still wield the reins regardless, and the other was a draconic reptile of a similar size, coloured in neon shades of blue and yellow and countered with a navy. From their pictures, they were both very handsome gentleman, and Drag could see why they could easily be seen as a couple, especially since on both their profiles they shared pictures to which they'd taken together - often with their cocks impaling one another's behinds. He'd messaged them both in unison, sending the text to 'Polarit' and 'Reign' respectively. He stated he had a free house, pictures by the bucket-load to spare if they needed to see what he looked like, but only had the one conditioned that he bottomed. For Drag, it had long since been a fantasy of his to be at the service of not just one but two men, both of whom weren't just looking to sit down upon his cock. He'd dealt with that stereotype far too often. On the occasion, he'd manage to find a man who could have him dropping to his knees with just a single worded command, but he'd always longed for something more, particularly something humiliating that had him at the whims of two strangers.

Polarit had responded first with the noncommittal message of saying he'd check with his friend before firming up any of the details - Drag noted, humourously, that the panther followed the 'firming' up with a wink. They exchanged details to contact away from 'Tails Tales', and then he was left to the waiting game. The stallion had then spent just under an hour browsing through online pages until he heard his phone ring out with an incoming text, prompting him to have to stop himself from leaping over to his mobile to read it.

'Teryx likes what he sees and is more than game. When do you want to do this you naughty slut? ;)'

That had been Friday evening, and now it was the weekend and all was prepared for them to come round and abuse the horse to their heart's content. His knees were weak at the thought of it, having the two men stand over him, cocks flopped across his muzzle as he's made to breathe and lick their heavy ball sacks, the potent stench of manly musk choking him until he was nothing but a murmuring mess of lust and desperate need. He could almost picture it now, both ends stuffed full of hunky dicks whilst simply stood on all fours whilst they used him like a toy, riding on to an orgasm he had no control over for what could be hours of uninterrupted mindless fucking.

When the doorbell rang, it was like a chiming roll call for his cock to stir from its slumber.

The Australian Brumby trotted through the hall making the final touches so that everything was in order. It was evident in the rush of his step that he had anticipated this for far too long, even if it had only been practically a few hours since the trio had exchanged some lengthy messages about what they were and weren't cool with. Thankfully everything had matched up, both of them promising to let the stallion take centre stage as the willing bitch for them to use. All he had to do now was open the door, let them in and then...

Then what?

That part he hadn't thought about yet. He assumed from the context he'd invite them in, offer them drinks, maybe even chat for a while but... in his mind, Drag came to a shuddering halt whenever he tried to imagine suddenly going from hanging out as friends to fucking like mad dogs on the floor. Would he have to take the lead? He was technically the host after all, but they were here to get what they wanted, not him. Surely it should be they who should make the first move.

The doorbell rang angrily again. He didn't have time to ponder the details. Drag opened the door.

He was greeted by the sight of two guys, standing side by side, slightly turned to one another and in mild conversation when the door swung in. They both looked to regard Drag with blank expressions causing him to smile dumbly,

"Hey guys," He started woodenly, stepping aside to let them in, "Make yourselves at home."

They nodded and grunted their greetings as they stepped past, wiping their footpaws against the mat as they wandered through the hall. There was no need to exchange names - they knew those already, not that it mattered - and Drag followed behind them as they entered back into the clean living room. Teryx, the dragon, slumped himself down in one of the sofa, whilst the panther, known as Gage, leant against the arm. They were both smaller than Drag, something which was more prominent now rather than in figures, and he looked down to them as he came in, scratching at the back of his head through a brushed back mane. They made an unusual couple, not that they officially were, but if Drag had seen them walking down the street either chatting or anything of the like, he would never have placed them as 'friends'. There was a weird connection between them, one that filled the room with heavy tension. Nothing foreboding, but it gave the stallion the distinct sense that something was impending upon them. They both looked to him with such piercing gazes, perhaps sizing him up for what they were truly getting in for.

"Can I get either of you two a drink?" It was the first ploy, and arguably the stallion's last. If they declined, he'd really be in the shithouse. He didn't have much in - nothing worth handing out to guests - but right now the horse wanted the awkward silence to be filled, even if that meant it be awkward dialogue.

"I'll take a beer." Gage said, crossing his arms and looking down the stallion's frame. Drag was unsettled by the stare.

"And you... Terricks, was it?" The stallion's mouth failed to fumble around the name. Even on screen, he had had trouble pronouncing it. He had hoped by the time they'd arrived he'd have the word sussed, but no such luck. Politely, the dragon shook his head,

"No thanks, and just call me Terry - easier for furred people." Drag nodded slowly, heading off to the kitchen to fetch whatever he could find. The silence came back again like an infestation, and still the two of them kept looking at the stallion, as though he were going to pull a rabbit out of his ass at any minute.

"Did you have far to travel?" He asked, doing his best at small talk. He knew exactly how far they'd travelled. In fact, if it had been the worst case scenario, he'd even have been willing to pick them up from wherever, as he'd memorised the exact route to their part of town. It took twenty minutes driving time, provided traffic was good, from the horse's home to theirs, roughly speaking. He didn't know they're actual address.

"No," It was the panther. His voice, whilst deep and gruff, had a silky quality to it, something which the stallion imagined to have a similar consistency to dark caramel; charismatic and smooth, even alluring... "It might have gone quicker had it not been busy today."

"Yeah, there must be a game on or something," It was Terry, half-talking to the stallion but most likely addressing his friend. Drag dug around through his fridge, looking for anything that could pass as booze,

"I've got a Fosters...?" He called out. The stuff, to him, was foul if not stereotypical, but he would never know, Gage might like it. There was no response though. Drag wondered if they'd heard him, knowing the infamous problem of shouting through walls. He shouted out again, louder this time, and waited for the reply. Still nothing... Drag walked back to the kitchen doorway and called out for a third time, "Gage? Terry? You guys alright?" He waited, if only for a little while, before the hurried response came back,

"Yeah, you can forget that drink actually."

Drag was confused. He placed the beer onto the side and retraced his way back through the house. Peering into the lounge, he saw that the two of them had shifted from their off-handed positions and moved onto the couch, clothes already strewn across the backs of chairs or thrown lazily over the coffee table. The pair of them were kissing, lips locked as they were hastily attempting to all but rip the clothes off one another. Drag was dumbfounded as he stood there watching as two strangers passionately go at each other as though they cared not that they were in his home. In the doorway he looked on, gormless, whilst they stripped to the nude upon his sofa, muzzles twisting this way and that. It made him jealous. Insanely jealous - to the point that his pants began to bulge with the heavy weight of an oncoming erection. But what would he do? They seemed enrapt enough between themselves, and whilst this was a threesome he didn't see any invitation to take part. Was he there to be a toy, or a pet, to wait on the side lines until they were ready for him?

"You going to just jack off in the corner or are you going to get over here?" Teryx looked at him whilst breaking the kiss, Gage's lips trailing down his neck whilst he spoke to the horse. His eyes had taken on a glassy quality as he became lost in his senses, the panther's teeth gracing along his scales, venturing further until Drag watched the feline begin to toy with the poor male's nipples, taking one between his teeth delicately. Teryx gave a slow, guttered moan.

It was all that the stallion needed to begin to peel off his shirt, lifting it above his head and discarded it to the floor. His toned chest was exposed to view, matching the builds of his new two best friends and soon to be fuck buddies. It was excellent luck that they were all in such good shape but nowhere near overboard. From what the stallion had seen on the site, you could only ever be in the realm of an extreme, from fat to scrawny, buffed up or stick-thin. As he rounded his way to the sofa, the pair of them spread apart, patting the newly formed spot between them both with devilish grins. Drag dropped his jeans and kicked them away, leaving them all now in just their underwear. Whilst Gage wore tight fitting briefs, Teryx donned low-rise boxers that cut just shy of his crotch, leaving a plain of azure scales down to what Drag could only assume was a treasure waiting to be unearthed. The panther though sported an admirable bulge, something that look as though it could barely be contained. It had the stallion weak at the knees simply thinking of what the two men packed down below, and he would shortly find out. His own jockstrap left little to the imagination, so it came as no surprise that their gazes dropped to see the package tucked between his legs, impressive even when restrained.

He sat down between them and before he'd even so much as touched the seat they had set upon him, the panther lurching immediately for the stallion's neck whilst Teryx wasted no time in going for the true gold. As the feline began to kiss and suckle along the horse's sweet mouth, the dragon slipped a paw under the waistband of the jock, sweeping along the soft velvet length and simply taking in its glory. He seemed fascinated by it, both paws now reaching to pull away the underwear and let the monstrosity flop itself free. Drag grunted when he felt the weight give way, letting the behemoth of his cock escape the confines of its prison and leave itself in the wide open, the member already stirring from its sleep and pulsing now with blood. Whilst nowhere near hard, it was near enough as thick as a beer can and just as long. As Teryx massaged and stroked along the horse's length, rousing it to attention, Gage had begun to move away from keeping the stallion in check with thirsty kisses and had moved now to kneel up onto the cushions. He swung one leg over Drag and positioned himself so that he didn't hinder the dragon at all, but the measurements were perfect; the horse's natural size made it perfect for him to slouch a little down, his muzzle directly in line with the feline's groin. Gage groped himself quite openly, his breathing hard and expression set in a state of lust. As he grabbed the waist of his underwear and yanked them down, his free paw snaked into the bristles of the stallion's mane and pushed him forwards. His face was buried into the heady crotch, nose pressed right against the exposed balls and left there to inhale deeply, the musk invading his mind and riddling itself there. His vision became blotted out as the panther let his member drop free over Drag's head, the length traipsing itself over his snout and across his forehead. As the stallion began to lick and tongue Gage's ball sack, he could already feel the pre dribbling down the side of his face, scents and tastes overriding all else except for the constant and teeth-grinding feeling of the dragon rubbing his shaft. He was beginning to flex his hips now, his boner lifting itself up to full mast, his own juices leaking from its tips. Still, he obediently continued to wash the panther's sack despite feeling Teryx move off the sofa, dropping to the floor and manoeuvring himself between the horse's legs.

Strangely, two paws ensnared about his ankles and began to lift them back. Whilst Drag had been expecting the dragon to do what all people in his position would do and go to town on his cock, but he felt the cold snout snuffle against his taint, a darting tongue licking upwards from the very base all the way to the top. As he was forced to lie against the small of his back, pinned now between the weight of Gage against his head and shoulders and with Teryx commanding his legs, he was left helpless and vulnerable; the dragon finally made the move to the member's blunt head, the tongue swirling about the flare with a torturous slowness, making Drag moaned and huff against the panther's balls. He squirmed, to no end, as the dragon took his precious time in finally parting his lips to slide down the shaft, taking each inch slower than the last, rewarding for each second the longer it took a more strained, submissive groan from the stallion. Gage grew tired, though, of having Drag fidget as he did, and so drew his hips back to alleviate the heavy aroma and earthy taste of his balls from the stallion only to replace not a moment later with his meat. Drag barely had a chance to breathe a lungful of fresh air before he felt the warm, oozing tip push against his lips, the barbs scraping along his tongue as his maw was stuffed full again. For a panther, the big cat certainly lived up to the name, as the stallion was surprised by the large size he wielded. It was almost comparable to his own, were it not slowly descending down into Teryx's throat. He could feel the muscles ripple and slide along his sensitive shaft, not quite yet to the medial ring, but he had been a fool to think these men were just amateurs looking for a spare partner. They were good at this. Unbelievably good, and as the stallion lay there being fed a cock that made his jaw strain from the thickness of it whilst his own was being greedily sucked upon by a reptile, he realised that this was only the entrée. There was still the main course to go, followed by a dessert he could only hope was a cream pie. Perhaps he'd have seconds...

As much as Drag would have loved to have taken control there and then, having the panther or the dragon screw his ass whilst he blew the other one off, he could do little but accept the pleasure that was being doled out to him. He licked and suckled obediently upon Gage's member, whining and panting to himself as hard as he could with Teryx taking his length like no other expert had done before. Many times men and women had turned down his offering for it was too big for them, that they were scared it would hurt or that they'd never manage it, but the dragon hadn't even batted an eyelid. Gage began to thrust now, having made sure he fit inside the stallion's muzzle going right up to the balls until they tapped his chin, Drag's nose buried amongst the pubic fur; he pulled back until only his head remained before pushing straight back in, tunnelling the stallion's muzzle into his own personal hole to fuck. Drag moaned out still, torn between focusing on two different sensations, but ultimately caught in the middle. He remained still though, letting the panther abuse his muzzle whilst Teryx finally released his cock. It slurped free with a lewd, slick sound, pulled from the dragon's mouth quite unceremoniously, leaving it to bob with firmness. Spittle and pre rolled down its dark length, though from the stallion's vantage point he could see nothing. His hearing was muffled by the panther's paws which clasped around his face as though it were gripping a bowling ball, finding grooves to dig in to and latch on.

As he began to have his face pounded, the force shaking through him as the feline moved to a faster speed, those barbs stroking along his tongue and mouth leaving it rough and receptive to the taste more, Drag felt his cock be lifted out of the way. His balls were pushed aside by a nose, and then his hips were pulled down further. He was now splayed on the sofa, very nearly falling off it were it not for the cat who drove into his skull with the huge cock. His legs, made to lean even further apart, presented his rear to the dragon, who parted those fuzzy cheeks and immediately buried his muzzle against the winking rim. The stallion writhed on the couch, unable to move away as Gage kept him in a fixed position, as the dragon delved his tongue deep into those depths. Never had anyone attempted to do this before for him. For too long anybody he'd slept with had turned him away, never indulging him in the simple act for they considered it too taboo, too dirty. But here and now, his dream was realised as he grunted and moaned loudly into the panther's crotch, jaw aching from the strain, as his ass was assaulted by the squirming, slippery tongue. The strong muscle pushed inside him, breaching into the first interior, and slid along his walls. It was such an alien sensation, but it had him shivering in ecstasy, as though the insides of his rump were on fire with never-used before nerve endings, feeling this invasive thick tongue push deeper and deeper, leaving the dragon's maw wide open as he was pushed as far as he could against the horse's cleft. A good few inches had buried themselves inside the stallion's behind, and the spit had lubed him up better than any gel or oil might have done.

Drag attempted to put his mind to sucking on Gage. As much as he was being distracted by the unseen movements of Teryx, he sucked hard and long upon the cock that slid so quickly and brutally through his muzzle. It would tip just ever so slightly into his throat, forcing him to attune to the feeling unless he wanted to repeatedly gag over and over. It was relentless. On the occasion he'd ever get a chance to blow a guy off, it had always been a leisurely, loose thing. He'd taken his time, kept in control, been attentive to what the guy liked and didn't like, without ever having those reins taken from him. His paws groped along the panther's thighs whilst he fucked his muzzle, the touches intimate but the pleasure primal. He would never have deemed it savage. If anything, Gage was being quite cooperative in letting the stallion breathe normally and lessening up whenever he showed signs of struggling, but that was far and few between. Once the panther was certain he could pound at the muzzle that wrapped so deliciously about his cock with just one paw in place, his other sought to stroke and caress the cheek, slipping down the neck to the shoulders, the bicep, the forearm, finally joining up with the horse's paw and interlinking fingers. It would have been sweet, were it not for the presence that now poked its way at his rear.

The horse had bottomed before. He had taken many sizes and shapes, so when he felt the familiar signs of a cock knocking at his backdoor he grunted and shifted his legs as far apart as they could go. The hard heat pushed in, the tip pressing against the hole until he gradually felt himself give way and push apart to the tapered head. Teryx slid himself in, the entrance already dripping and ready to be plunged into. He sank himself in to the hilt, the flat of his crotch bumping and grinding against the stallion's taint and balls as he pressed in as deep as he could go. All of his eight inches were snug tightly in the warm insides, gripped and stroked with each slight movement, the dragon always relished a fresh fuck. Gage had been right to insist upon finding a third to mess around with. With the horse preoccupied and giving off the most delightful of grunts each time the dragon gave a twist of his hips, he was free to enjoy the subtle squirms of that beautiful ass against his cock. Spitroasting the bitch was turning out to be more fun than he'd anticipated; it was hot think he was fucking the ass of a stallion stud whilst the other end was full of his friend's dick. He began to withdraw his cock and pulled back, letting the ridges near to his base pluck and tweak at the rim, making Drag moan each time one slipped free, taking out the third to the smooth finish of his member, now glistening in the light with spit. Pushing in again rewarded them both with more of the horse's whimpering moans, that throat working over the respectable eleven inches Teryx knew very well already. It was music to their ears, a symphony of sex.

They fell into a natural rhythm of to and fro, where Teryx nuzzled into the panther's ass with his snout, occasionally giving the cleft a long lick whilst he rutted the horse, leaving little need to be gentle as his shaft slid with ease into the dark warmth, pressing him in ways that had him whining in need. His cock had engorged itself and whilst still a little limp, it flopped along his thigh as he was fucked. Unattended, it sputtered uselessly against his calves as it shook with the motion of their bodies. Gage's tail flicked from side to side, lifted for the dragon's benefit as the reptile began to dig his tongue in now to the new hole, rimming out the big feline whilst they fucked their new toy. Drag felt the change in the speed. It was subtle, if barely unnoticeable, but he soon felt that each time the dragon pushed the ridged cock into his folds he could feel the panther buck too, as though the two were connected. His paws continued to grope along the thick muscles of the feline's thighs whilst he was pinned tightly against his own sofa, getting thoroughly used within the confines of his own home. A twenty minute drive now seemed like a more than worthwhile distance to travel if he could carry on getting this.

"How... How is he," Gage panted, teeth gritted whilst he spoke to his friend, "back there?"

"Hot and wet," the grunted response came, just as Teryx gave a savage thrust forward, "Give me a minute more, and he's all yours..."

"Hurry it up then."

The stallion wondered what the minute would be for, but he needn't have questioned why. He felt the thrusts speed up, become erratic, losing the swift tempo they'd struck up together and creating discord between the movements. Gage slid in and out of the wet, slurping muzzle whilst the rapid tapping of Teryx's crotch against toned Brumby ass filled the room. The air had become tinged with a seemingly ever-present layer of musk that invaded all their systems, driving them to new levels. For the dragon, this might have been too much. He gripped those legs and pushed them further back with his weight until they'd go no further, the reptile levering himself against them like a springboard. His slams were deep and hard, really driving at the horse's sweet spot, but not enough to set the hose off yet. Instead he gritted his teeth, ground out a guttural roar, before finally yowling loudly, pushing himself in as deeply as he could. His balls mashed against the dribbling cleft as he came hard into the stallion's guts, painting the inner walls white with slick dragon seed. The size of his cock seemed to pulse to greater measures within Drag, the horse moaning alongside Teryx with just as much enthusiasm, something that had the cat purring in unison as though it were the choir rehearsing once again for their smutty performance. The horse expected, with some quiet disappointment, that the cat might finish then in his mouth, that his call to hurry up had been to signal a speedy exit now that they'd had their fill of what they wanted.

He was happily surprised then when he felt the cat extract the length of his cock from the horse's muzzle; he pulled it out as though he were a magician twirling about the long line of scarves he'd just removed from somebody's throat - and to be honest, illusion or not Drag sure felt the strain of it. His neck felt bloated, raw from the use and from having those barbs drag along his inner muscles. It left him with a taste in his mouth that had the distinct blend of cum and cock, the recognisable scent of a sweaty groin hinted upon his nose. He felt the dragon too pull out of his loose and spluttering ass, cum still dribbling from Teryx's tip as he let it slide free. A splodge of cum dripped onto the floor wherever he stood, leaving the stallion's ass a weak and messy ooze. The panther stood back to admire the work his friend had performed,

"Not bad... but I can do better." He gave the dragon a grin, a very confident and quite self-assured smile that had the stallion already quivering as he was pushed off the sofa onto the floor. He stood on all fours, obediently opening his mouth as the cum-covered cock of the dragon was pushed against his lips. The seed that had been in his ass smeared about his mouth, leaving his face with a goatee of sticky white that clung to his fur, leaving him to smell the potent stench of Teryx on him. But as he suckled the cock that had occupied his hole not too long ago, he felt Gage come up behind him. The big panther leant his body over Drag in true doggy style, arms hooking around the undersides of his arms, forcing his shoulders back. Before the stallion realised it, he felt his torso begin to get pulled back onto the member that had made his throat feel more like a tube to be fucked than anything else. The swollen head and barbs of Gage's monster pushed against his rim and with little resistance crammed its way inside. It was like sliding on a silk stocking, the movement so easy and ripe, letting the panther sink in right up to his balls with one push - he shivered at the sensation, loving the feeling of a freshly fucked hole about his cock, the dragon's spooge still swimming about his shaft. Already on edge from the horse's expert sucking skills, he knew he wouldn't last long, but for the time he had he was sure going to make it last.

As he pulled out, he made the stallion whimper as barbs tickled and traced along his prostate. The horse cock that swung low between his legs tapped against the floor with its size, Drag unable to do anything about it except ride out the pleasure. Gage saw it unfair that the horse was doing so much for them, full from both ends as they tag-teamed him like a slab of meat on the spit, so with a free paw he moved his grip from the shoulder to beneath the stallion. His paw wrapped around as best it could the girth of Drag's own monster, stroking it slowly whilst he slid in and out of that gooey ass without a care - each time he pulled back, cum still smothered his cock, so that on the push in it collected about his rim, creating a halo of white that gave the best and sloppiest sounds as he hammered the stallion hard. There was no care about it; Drag was busy sucking and lapping up the remains of what Teryx had left upon his prick for the horse to clean up and whilst he could moan the stallion was held too tightly in position. His hips quaked with the force, restraining himself from doing too much whilst Gage battered his ass back into submission. He could feel the bite of his orgasm riding, and as he began to reach the point where he could no longer hold back, he squeezed hard against the stallion's nuts, letting the cock throb and pulse without being jacked off, until finally with a whinny Drag's cum surged from his head. It was like a thick river, pouring once then twice in a sheer stream of seed, until it began to abate to jets of cum that added to the puddle seeping about his paws and knees. Faintly in his mind Gage heard his buddy whistle in admiration of the horse's load, but he just growled passionately, finally hilting himself one last time to add another load to Drag's behind, letting his own heavy deposit mingle with the reptile's.

On all fours, mouth full of a cock that tasted quite distinctly of his behind and of cum, with a panther now purring and grunting as he added yet another powerful and giant load into his ass, Drag was lost in a sea of bliss. From having such a hard orgasm, from all that had been going on to heighten his senses, it had all been too much. It fried his mind into a babbling muddle of thoughts, all too blurry to make out as he rode on in pleasure, ass clenched tightly about the cock that sat in his depths, like a snake bathing in the sun, and the cock in his muzzle still dribbled with the dregs of the last climax. He was glad this was his first threesome, and even though he couldn't have spoken for the meat that filled his mouth, nor that he had the strength after the panther's hard rutting, but he wanted it to never be his last.