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I woke up and felt arms around me that were heavier than Seth's. The smell on Daniel's fur wasn't the warm, ash and vanilla smell I was used to from Seth, but rather the boyish stench of sweat and... something else. His fur wasn't as soft either, it was coarse and rough. It felt like tiny threads of sand paper on my body, but in a way... the difference was nice. His shear weight added to it. He was holding me, but just the weight of his bulky arms on my chest told me how much he must weigh.

After a minute of me being awake, and getting a full blown boner from his body, I felt him move his left hand down to my crotch, and move his right hand further up my chest. He pulled my upper body closer to his, and squeezed a little with his left hand as he pushed down on my crotch, forcing my butt into his own boner, which was noticeable enough that it added to how badly I was turned on. I felt myself heat up and pant a little. It made me nervous, but I couldn't do anything to help myself since I was being held in such a way that my arms were clawing at his, but his soft snore told me that I wasn't even waking him up. The rise and fall of his chest was moving my entire body inches up or down, and his smell was intoxicating me. I slowly fell back to sleep as he loosened his grip on my sheath...

In the morning, I woke up with such a hard boner it hurt in my pants a little. Daniel still had his hand on my crotch, but wasn't squeezing it any more. I noticed his breath, which wasn't the steady breathing of a sleeping person. I shifted and looked at him, realizing how bright it was in his room. He was starring at me, and his striped, equine face blushed.

"How... How long have you been awake?"

"Only a minute."

"Oh. Okay." He leaned his head forward and kissed my nose, which was the best he could do without either of us moving, and my head was as far back as it could go without snapping my neck. He moved his body a little, and it emphasized the huge boner underneath me. He groaned as he moved, and something about that sound resonating from his deep voiced throat turned me on even more, I rolled my head back into his coarsely furred neck and sighed, letting my boner burn in my pants. He groaned once more as he tried to move again, but rolled over off the bed, landing hard on me, crushing me under his weight. Despite the possibility, not literally. He was shifted mostly towards the bed, but he moved over on top of me, pushing his body up but letting his crotch lay on my butt, pushing my boner into the ground. I was hard as a rock, and his smell was still more intoxicating.

I heard him whisper in my ear, "Seth and Ted are still asleep, it's still early in the morning. We could go right now."

I moaned as he nuzzled the back of my head, breathing heavily on my neck, "No... No, it's wrong..."

"There's nothing wrong about it. We're both hard, we're both in love. I just don't want to hurt you-"

I woke up a little as head this, "No. Get off of me. Move. Now."

He shifted his weight only a little, and I moved my leg and kicked his thick thigh with my heel, "Okay! Okay!" He completely got off of me, and I saw his boner in his pants, a thick rod down the left leg of his underwear, that I saw peaking out a little from my angle. I was beginning to get up completely when he grabbed my head and pulled it to his crotch, leaning over, and whispering, "Breath" in my ears. I did. I won't do it with him, but I won't deny wanting to. The smell of his crotch was even more intoxicating than the smell of his fur. Smelling just as badly of sweat, it also smelled... unlike anything I've ever smelled before. Scents were buried in his pants, but my nose could only lay name to the sweat, that lifted from the thick pipe in his pants.

I nudged it with my nose, and he moaned as it wriggled in his pants. I let him pull my head towards it, resting the side of my face against it's girth, and heard a sound on the other side of the bed. I quickly moved and saw Seth and Ted starring at us. My cheeks burned, and I pulled away, scrambling back behind the space of the bed. I felt horrible, and sick inside. I panicked. I crawled under the bed and went into the far back corner, in as hard a place to get to as possible. I curled up into a ball and felt myself begin to cry softly. A hand barely touched me from outside the bed and it terrified me. I instinctually smacked it away, and cowered further back against the wall under the bed.

They didn't try to do anything, but now and then I'd here one of them in the room, when the others were gone. I just sat for what felt like all day, dwelling on what a terrible person I was. A few hours went by and I heard them crawl under the bed, and crawl all the way to the back, where I was. I opened my eyes just a little, and could tell by the glow on me and the wall and the bracers under the bed that it was Seth. I heard him shuffle a little to get comfortable.

"... It's weirdly open under his bed, isn't it?" [Seth]

I didn't say anything.

"Alex, why are you mad at me?"

"I'm not mad at you..."

"Then why are you hiding from me?"

"I... I'm so sorry..." I could hear the quiver in my own voice, and I felt like squeezing it or cutting it or damaging it in some way. I hated it.

"Sorry for what?"

"... I..." I felt a hand on my head and finally broke. I let the tears leave my eyes, and crawled over to him, laying my head on his leg with my nose pointed towards his sheath.

"Come on, you can tell me. What's wrong?"

... I am embarrased by this moment in my life. The moment where I completely opened up and let my emotions be free and explained them to him.

"I just... My parents hate me, and I... I don't hate them back. Anyone else would want them dead, but I just want them to know I still love them but... I can't tell them. And it makes me wonder what the hell is wrong with me, and why I can't be normal and... I'm just a terrible person... And then I go and betray you, and try to be with Daniel, and I want be with him, but I want to be with you, too, and I just-"

"Alex, stop." I felt a hand on my head, and started sobbing again. "It's okay... Remember, we're a foursome. It's okay for you to love them, and I want you to love them. I love them, but if you don't want to be a foursome, then just say the word."

"No... I do..." I squeezed him, but it didn't comfort me, and I couldn't read his emotions.

"It's okay... Hey. What can I do to make you feel better?"

I didn't have anything to say. I didn't want anything. I just wanted to be with him. Feel loved by him. Feel valuable and not the worthless piece of shit my parents made me feel like. I just groaned and nestled myself closer to him. He pulled me up towards him, and we sat with our backs against Daniel's wall. I laid my head on his shoulders and felt tired, ready to pass out at any moment. I was emotionally drained, and just fell asleep like that...