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With breakfast finished and another, much faster shower taken, Riley struggled with selecting his outfit for the day. The satyr frowned sharply as he stood nude before his much more colorful side of the closet. He pored over the combinations, the length of his sleeves and pant legs, if he should dress for form or function. It didn't take more than a few minutes to sigh in defeat and select a pair of jeans and a tanktop. After dressing himself he finally noticed that he was now alone in the little studio apartment.

"Probably outside." Mumbled the satyr while he gathered his wallet, keys and phone. As he locked the front door behind him he could faintly hear the beginnings of a guitar solo. Smirking, the satyr followed the sick classic rock riffs to the parking lot. The sight was exactly what he expected, Curt his fully human shape, wearing in a dingy shirt working under the hood of his truck with music blaring from the open windows and surely annoying some, if not all of their neighbors.

"How aren't you deaf yet?" Riley asked over the music.

"What?!" Shouted Curt with a pleased smile.

Riley rolled his eyes and reached into the cab of the truck, turning the music back to a decent decibel. "You want them to hate us more, don't you?"

"Nah, they don't hate us." Curt shook his head emphatically. "They would say somethin' otherwise."

"Would you complain about someone who can turn into an eight foot tall wolf to their face?" Riley asked with a raised brow.

Curt grinned, showing off his growing canine teeth as dirty blond hair began to creep down his neck and arms. The satyr sighed but smiled himself, resisting a few of his baser needs already.

"Well, I'm going down to the tea shop." Said Riley quickly.

Curts jovial expression quickly turned sour, the bigger myth pouting instantaneously. "I don't like that fox guy, he's weird."

"Oh come on, not this again." The satyr frowned as Curt crept closer to his wolf shape, he ears becoming pointed and his nose darkening. "He's been my friend since forever and I wanna see him is all."

"Alright, fine. See you later." Curt growled before turning back to his truck.

Riley sighed then leaned in to hug around his partner, resting his cheek against the werewolf's back. "What if I bring you back dinner?"

Curt stiffened then turned his head slightly. "Can it be lamb?" He asked hopefully

Riley groaned lowly, thought for a long while then spoke. "Yes. Okay, I'll bring you back something with lamb." It took everything in the satyr to not gag and shudder at his boyfriend's choice. "But I can't eat with you."

Curt growled once more.

"Fine fine, I'll have to get something for me too then." Riley relented. "Better?"

Curt worked the back of his pants down to allow his tail to sprout free and wag in excited affirmation, grinning as he did. Riley shook his head with a warm smirk then gave the werewolf a good bye kiss on the cheek.

The trip to the tea shop felt shorter to the satyr than it really was, carrying an extra spring in his step thanks to his first shower. When he came to a stop he was before a rustic looking place with a hand painted sign of a tea cup with no other branding. With a slight smile and lazy sigh the satyr pushed the door open and was hit with the smooth, spiced scent that permeated the shop. Inside, every manner of leaf, herb, and root that you could brew was placed on densely packed and mismatched shelves. Natural cures and enhancements were labeled among the stock for either Myth or Man, remedying almost everything from headaches to sore talons. The satyr trotted his way around to the front counter, past a small display of elaborate cups and mugs, he could barely fathom what extra effort went into making them. Riley reached the counter, waited for a short moment then softly cleared his throat. As if on cue a pudgy and handsomely aged cross fox poked his head out of the backroom.

"Hello! Welcome t-" The fox stopped his excited spiel after making eye contact with his only customer, taking on a much more muted tone. "Oh, it's only you, Riley."

"What do you mean only me?" The satyr said in mock offence, clutching his chest dramatically.

"Oh settle down." Said the fox with a warm chuckle as he ducked his head back into his stockroom. "Come here though, I'm doing a little work on that favor you asked of me."

Riley trotted around the counter and walked into the oddly lit room. He had been here many times over but the sight of the fox's little lab and nursery always impressed him. Pots with leafy and flowering plants lined all four walls, flourishing around bulbs that showered them with artificial sunlight. Of to the side of the tiny room was a desk that was littered with glass bottles and jars and reference books that the fox barely needed anymore.

Riley allowed himself to be distracted, being around such a varied and vibrant collection of plants gave him a deeply relaxed feeling in the pit of his stomach. He rolled his shoulders as muscles he didn't even know were tense began to loosen and settle. In such a bustling city, natural, organic beauty was hard to come by, and there were some needs that even an uptight satyr couldn't resist. Something soft and fuzzy brushing languidly over his cheek brought Riley out of himself. A curt smile crossed his face as something just as furry touched his arm, while something else just as fluffy found its way under his shirt.

"Hey, stop that, Theo." Said the satyr weakly, brushing the vulpine's thickly furred tails away from him. "You didn't bring me back here just to mess with me did you?"

"It's a possibility." A sly smile stretched along the many tailed cross fox's face as he gathered his four furry appendages behind himself. "But, I did find this." He motioned down to his desk and picked up a glass mason jar filled with iridescent green leaves.

"Those are pretty." Stated Riley as he watches the leave shimmer faintly in the light before regarding his fellow myth. "And they are supposed to help me... Ya know..."

"Stifle that gift from the creator you call your libido?" Theo rolled his eyes as he offered the jar to his friend with a heavy sigh. "Yes, though I'm not happy about my skills being used for such disturbing purposes."

"Don't be such a drama queen." The satyr said as he opened the jar to examine a leaf. "It's just a hassle dealing with it day in and day out." Riley explained.

"Oh yes, such a shame to have legendary virility and stamina." Teased the kitsune. "Eat one of those and it should keep your mind and body off sex for a day or so. I mean it's that way for a normal person, for a satyr it might work for a half hour.

"Shut up." Snapped Riley, placing the single leaf back in the jar and closing it again. "Just tell me how much I owe you."

A fiendish grin crossed Theo's muzzle as he watched his old friend fish out his wallet. "Ah, you know your money is no good here. I'll actually need something of value."

Riley cringed before offering giving the four tailed vulpine a weak smile of his own. "Come on Theo. I'm kinda spent, I mean Curt and I went at it pretty rough his morning plus I've gotta pick up dinne-"

"I've known you since you went into puberty, you don't know the meaning of spent." Stated the kitsune flatly before he beckoned his friend over. "And besides, I really need this."

Riley tucked his wallet away before he stepped closer to the his friend until the poorly hidden bulge in his jeans pressed into the kitsune's rounded belly. "Alright, but don't take forever" The satyr demanded before he ground his hips against the bigger male

"Do I ever?" taunted Theo, as he skillfully unfastened Riley's fly in what seemed like under a second.

"Yes, like that one time back when I was in college." Spat Riley as his cock flopped free from his pants after a gentle tug, still soft but swiftly throbbing to full hardness.

"Shush, could you blame me then?" Theo purred as he moved around the satyr, his soft stomach and sizable tent resting against Riley's backside. A large but gentle paw curled firmly around Riley's swelling cock as Theo continued. "When I'm with someone like you, I tend to press the advantage."

Riley's weak resistance was long gone by now, his knees buckling faintly as the kitsune's paw slid up to the head of his member. Precum drooled from his cock in heavy drops, which was swiftly swept over it's throbbing length by Theo's skilled fingers. Little gasps and moans of pleasure tumbled from the satyr's mouth while Theo nudged closer into his back, the kitsune bringing his other paw to fondle and caress Riley's thick balls.

The satyr had no choice but to squirm and wriggle helplessly in his friend's grip while he was handled so expertly. Thick pearls of pre seed leaked from the satyr and splattered onto the linoleum floor, causing Theo to flick an ear before stopping his attentions nearly as quickly as they started. He drew his pudgy form away from Riley, who groaned stubbornly.

"Now you wanna stop?" Panted the satyr as he reached for himself to continue where Theo left off.

"No, not in the least. I don't want to see such a useful... Regent, go to waste is all." The kitsune went to his counter and gathered up a small collection of vials and bottles then brought them back to his desk. "I don't want to be too greedy, so just fill what you can." Said Theo with a grin before handing Riley the largest of the flasks. Riley only snatched the flask from the kitsune with a withering scowl and leveled the opening to the head of his cock. Neither of them noticed the hushed creak of the floor.

Aware that his friend's eyes were upon him, Riley weakly stroked himself. His almost humorously disproportionate cock throbbed strongly in his grip as the careful efforts of it's owner brought another gush of precum. With only a single pulse Riley had filled a forth of the bottle with his sticky and musky essence, something the Kitsune wouldn't let go unmentioned. However, another scent did.

"So you said you and Curt went at it this morning, huh?" Theo started with a smirk as he moved to sit at his desk. "You told me once upon a time that the wolf fucked you hard enough to empty your balls. More than a few times in fact." Teased the kitsune, unable to ignore the tension in his pants now. Nor was he able to ignore the figure that crept up on them. Theo's self satisfied smirk wilted into an apologetic grin as he saw the huge, blond and white werewolf standing the door.

"Speak of the devil." hissed the kitsune, before snapping his attention to the still distracted Riley before speaking again, trying to keep his cool while his heart raced. "Curt! What a surprise, how nice to see you again."

Riley's head jerked up from his cock and the bottle, nearly stumbling onto the floor as he turned to face his boyfriend with a reddened cheeks. "Hey babe." Is all the satyr managed to squeak out as he held his drooling dick.

"This is the part where ya convince me this isn't what it looks like." Rumbled Curt, crossing his thick arms over his chest and raising his brow expectantly as he glanced between the guilty parties. "So, go ahead."

"It's not what it looks like." Theo sat up from his desk, ears tucked back and tails drawn against one another."I just... As it turns out, satyr semen is a surprisingly effective plant food! Since Riley here is such an prodigious producer I thought, well, I hoped, he wouldn't mind sharing." The kitsune spat out gracelessly, ending with a wavering smile.

"Uh huh." Curt's expression hadn't budged. "And didja think that I might have a problem with my sheep being used as fertilizer?"

Theo peeked at Riley, who's cock was still hard as rock and still held steady over the bottle, before fumbling though another sentence. "Uh... It's easier to ask for forgiveness than permission?"

The werewolf tilted his ears back and snarled dangerously, unfolding his arms to point at kitsune. "You. Over the desk." He barked at Theo, then turned to Riley. "And you. Don't move." The order was delivered in a considerably softer manner but, still held the primal authority.

Riley, in his loose haze rolled the words around in his head while Theo edged himself closer to his desk and placed his paws on it, looking to Curt for some sort of conformation. Curt only snorted and stalked behind the desk himself, placing a muscular paw against the kitsune's back to force his upper half over the heavy, wooden surface with enough power to make the glass bottles clatter noisily.

Theo opened his mouth to complain, his brow already furrowed in preparation however the feeling of two thick, claw-tipped digits tugging his pants down was enough to snap his muzzle shut again. Curt yanked the kitsune's pants down under the curve of his rust furred rump, then pulled open the buttons of his flannel shirt. An intimidating snarl rose from Curt's chest as he took the two fingers he used earlier and spat on them.

"Wait!" Shouted Theo, ears flicked backwards while to tried to wriggle away from the werewolf. "I have some lube, just use that... For whatever you're going to do. First drawer on the left."

"Of course ya do." Sneered Curt as he opened the drawer he was instructed and found a tube of clear gel. He reached forward to wave the tube in front of the kitsune's face, not so discreetly letting the bulge running down his pant leg press into the smaller myth's rear. "This it? Because I'm not spreadin' some weird plant goo on my dick that's gonna make it glow in the dark or somethin'."

Theo just nodded to the question, his ears flashing hot as his cock stiffened instantly against his prominent belly due to the contact. With a loud snort Curt unfastened his jeans, his shaft pushing free from his fly as he drug his zipper down. Even in his half tumescent state the werewolf was still intimidatingly large and he knew this. With a deep chuckle he slapped his length along the kitsune's plush rear, causing the smaller myth to yip sharply then sink lower against his desk.

"Be gentle?" The kitsune looked back at the werewolf with a wary but hopeful smile.

Curt merely hummed and tipped the tube of lubricant over his cock. "Nah, don't think I can do gentle." He said as he drizzled then spread the clear gel over his swelling cock. "Don't tense up."

The kitsune was ready to plead his case but once again the words never found their way to his lips, instead a low pitched whine left him as he felt the tip of Curt's imposing shaft grind between his cheeks and push incessantly at his tight pucker. Theo failed to follow the werewolf's advice and clenched, however this didn't stop Curt in the least.

The bigger myth snarled as he pressed his meaty cock hard into Theo's tight tunnel, breathing through his mouth as he opened the kitsune around his nearly wrist thick invader. Theo whined and twisted in place, but heavy paws gripped his sides and forced him to not to move too far. The entrance was slow and careful, but like the werewolf claimed, it was not gentle. Inches of ruddy colored dick disappeared under Theo's four twitching and wriggling tails, the pudgy myth swearing he could feel Curt hit the back of this throat before he finally reached the bulging root.

Theo went into a fit of groans and whimpers as he felt the werewolf's heavy balls against the curve of his ass, biting down on his lip while he adjusted to the huge length planted so firmly inside him. Curt only allowed Theo seconds to adjust before he drew his hips back, inches of his throbbing cock creeping out only to be slammed forcefully back into warm and quivering tunnel. The werewolf's hips crashed again into the kitsune, then again, building a swift and merciless pace.

Riley watched his partner rut his friend with wide eyes and a drooling cock, idly stroking himself over the half filled flask. He panted softly as he worked through his emotions, he was jealous of what he witnessed but he didn't want it to stop either. He watched Curt's cock, angry and hard, slam deep into Theo, the fox whimpering sharply in bliss. The kitsune's face was twisted in rough bliss, tongue hanging from his narrow muzzle while he was taken so soundly. From his angle he could see Theo's cock, the modest yet thick member spurting preseed along the desk with every battering thrust against the kitsune's prostate no doubt. Briefly Riley wondered if that's he looked like that while Curt fucked him, they never did anything like take pictures or record their sessions, but he strongly considered it now. The satyr's eyes drifted upwards from the prone kitsune to the powerful werewolf, who was staring right back at them. The werewolf's dusty green eyes bored deep into him, the satyr's breath catching in his throat while his cock throbbed in his grip.

Primal emotions flared in his gut as he watched Curt watch him, his world shrinking down to the power play between them, even able to forget about the mewling kitsune being rear ended just feet away. They weren't myths anymore, he was a sheep cornered by a wolf. He kept his gaze trained on the wolf, the breath picking up in his chest before he couldn't take it any longer.

Curt couldn't keep himself from grinning as he watched the satyr shudder and finally break eye contact, knowing that he had won their little predator and prey mind game. The werewolf turned his attention back to Theo again, the poor kitsune's knees starting to buckle after having his prostate pounded and abused. Curt might have been rough but he wasn't cruel, he drew his hips back and tugged his cock out of the warm, suckling tunnel only to flip Theo over, letting his back rest on the desk now.

Theo panted softly as he was given a short respite, letting his eyes flutter shut and his breath normalize, only to have the bulky werewolf dick fill his slick channel again the moment he started to relax. Curt grabbed the groaning kitsune's thighs and held them steady, using them to yank the pudgy myth into his cock counter to his thrusting. Theo's own knotted cock jerked and spurted over his belly now, his impressively sized balls being jostled with each solid slap his rump made against Curt's thighs. Words couldn't find their way out of Theo's mouth between his throaty sounds of joy, the shift in position doing nothing to temper his pleasure or the pressure on his gland. He reached for the werewolf but, only managed to brush his fingers along Curt's stomach before he tensed and erupted. With a deep whimper Theo came, thick and sticky jets of kitsune seed arching their way over myth entirely and landing on the floor in front of his desk. Despite the feeling of Theo's tunnel trying to crush his cock, he kept thrusting and watching as squirming male under fired off ropes of seed with such powerful force.

Curt regarded the kitsune below him with a wild grin as he continued to fuck Theo, the rockets of cum finally starting to die down, leaving a thick puddle of cum on the kitsune's belly and the desk around it.

"Damn, pent up were ya?" The werewolf teased, as he worked his drooling cock free from the panting kitsune. Theo couldn't answer right away, only letting out a stubborn whine as Curt's cock left him feeling empty.

"You aren't g-gonna cum?" Whimpered Theo as he tried to sit up.

Curt nudged Theo back down, forcing him to rest before answering. "Got dinner plans, otherwise being tied under yer tails sounds pretty good." Curt said, his kind southern drawl replacing the dangerous snarl. He motioned down his cock to make his point, an orange sized knot filling out the base.

Theo shuddered and nodded softly before turning toward the satyr. Riley was frozen in place, looking back at them with a deep blush across his cheeks and a flask overflowing with satyr precum. the kitsune chuckled deeply as he came down off his high.

"Fair enough." Started the kitsune as he found his composure even with his shirt soaked with his own spunk and moved to sit up once more. "I suppose a pint of satyr pre will have to do for the moment." Theo grinned at his friend, offering him the jar of iridescent leaves. Riley snapped out of his trance like state as he shuffled to make the trade.

"What is that?" Curt asked as he wrestled his knotted cock back into his pants.

"It's for his wool, makes it nice and soft." Said the kitsune swiftly, giving Riley a subtle wink.

"Ah, so ya have been doin' somethin' to yer fur!" Grumbled Curt, smirking in his own satisfaction. Riley just shook his head, opened the jar of leaves and ate one.

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"I don't think those damn leaves work." Was the last lucid thought Riley had before Curt tackled him and sunk balls deep under his tail. They didn't have the chance to clean up after dinner or even make it to bed, so dishes were swept aside as the lean satyr was taken roughly from behind on the carpet. blackened nails drug over his skin, leaving thin welts and superficial marks along the surface while the beastly myth fucked with a ferocity he knew was only for him. Curt barely had the time or sense to choose one shape over the other before he was taken with the overwhelming need to fuck his sheep, assuming his partially shifted shape in haste but creeping closer to wolf with every second and thrust of his dick.

The scent of musky hazelnut grew stronger but, nowhere near as strong as the aroma of their animalistic rutting. Riley was the first to lose himself in their pleasure, his lips parted, a formless sound of joy leaving him before he came. His cock pulsed hard and left thick and heavy streaks of fragrant satyr cum along the carpet. His passage clenched hard around the thrusting werewolf, closing around his thrusting cock like a velvet vice.

In the heat of the moment Curt smoothly became his wolf, bigger and stronger and feeding off their shared need and sudden tightness around his meaty length. Curt slammed his mammoth cock within his partner, knot and all, and took the satyr in a rough mating bite. Riley yelped sharply but, was subdued the moment he felt the hot flood fill his tunnel, overworked, hot pulses of werewolf seed filling his guts and marking him deeply with Curt's scent. The huge myth snarled as he pumped his thick issue into partner as deeply as he could, holding back absolutely nothing as his hefty balls tugged close and churned in their sack.

"You smell really good, sheep..." Curt snarled around Riley's shoulder as he spilled more cum than the thought he had. "We're goin' again.."

Riley lowered his ears and let out a low whine, tossing a glance to the jar of leaves sitting on the counter before his attention was swept back to the rough delight that was his wolf.

In their throes of passion neither of them heard Riley's phone buzz with a new message from Theo, explaining that the herbs he had procured did indeed subdue the libido, however they had the 'curious and unforeseen' side effect of doing the opposite to werewolves.