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Three of a Kind

“Yo! Anyone home yet?” Ari shouted as he entered the house. The tawny skinned Jersey boy’s Bostin accent rang through the empty halls, no response coming back as he entered. “Guess this one’s a solo mission.”

Ari entered the home coming in from the attached garage as he carried a magnitude of shopping bags. Ari was a little over six feet tall, a bulking strong man of a guy, and he had two other mouths to feed besides his own cavernous gullet. So the amount of food he was bringing in was warranted. Over half a dozen bags filled with groceries, odds and ends for meals throughout the weekend, and meal prep for the following week were strung up on his arms.

Ari always thought of himself as a one-trip guy, hooking handles through his arms to the point of cutting of circulation, putting handles in his mouth for the lighter stuff and putting cartons under his arms holding them in the crook of his pits. His lats made the maneuver particularly easy as he carried the items out of the garage and into the foyer.

Ari kicked off his shoes, his heavy feet making the house shudder as he shuffled his way into the kitchen and relived himself of the weight that was literally pressing down on his shoulders. He gave a little grunt as bag after overflowing bag of food was deposited on the counters and floor. He grinned, his dark stubble framing his diamond white teeth as he nodded at his work with pride.

“That’s right! One take! No mistakes!” Ari chuckled as he started plucking items from the bags and slapping them into the cabinets and fridge. “This weekend is going to be fucking fire!” He joked as he struck the ignition on the stove, the blue flames rolling to life as he got the fixings ready for their supper. It was going to be an easy seafood paella. Nothing got the significant others more in the mood than seafood.

“Hey! Anybody home?” Someone announced themselves as they came through the front door.

“Hey Stephen! In here!” Ari called him over. “You got the booze?”

“You know it,” the Asian man waddled into the kitchen, kicking off his sandals as he succeeded in a famous Ari one-trip. He had two six packs of their favorite beer in each hand and a duo bottle of rum under each arm. “Oh damn! Are you making—”

“Abuela’s famous seafood paella? Of course!” Ari shot his man a sly smirk form the stove as the onions and peppers sizzled in butter.

“Oh, you’re going to spoil us, aren’t you?” Stephen smirked as he set his boozy payload on the counter and came over to Ari. Stephen was just under six feet, and his wavy black hair clung to his head in feathery locks, his face a little rounder than when they all first started dating. That happens when you have a cook as good as Ari. Stephen used to be quite the lean twunk, but now he was their pudgy, butter ball, soft boy. A healthy lair of chub had formed on his gut, pushing out his sweater. He had shorts on, his powerful legs had a dusting of dark hair, and his feet were pristine and well kempt despite exclusively wearing crocks and sandals.

Stephen came right up behind Ari and hugged him from behind, nuzzling into his neck, a pink blush blooming across the shorter man’s cheeks.

“Glad you’re home too babe,” Ari arched his back a bit, his thick cheeks pressing against Stephen’s little gut. The shorter man gave a little chuckle as Ari reached back and patted his man’s head. “It means we can get drinking! You ready for a hearty dinner and a hot night of poker with the SO’s?”

“You know it, Big Man,” Stephen smiled and placed a light kiss against Ari’s neck.

“Hey you,” Ari lifted his leg, brushing the sole of his foot against Stephen’s leg hair gently. The warmth of Ari’s foot radiated over Stephen’s shin, a light amount of sweat slicking off it from having worked all day. “Don’t be trying to get me all riled up. We’re saving that for tonight.”

“I can’t help it when you look so sexy,” Stephen pressed his lips against Ari’s neck, leaving warm kisses against the taller man’s vertebra. “Besides, if you really wanted me to stop, you won’t be teasing me like that.”

Stephen emphasized his point by pushing his shin against Ari’s foot. The big strongman’s toes flexed as he chuckled and set his foot back down on the floor.

“You right, you right,” Ari had a big goofy grin on his face as he went back to focusing on their dinner. “Now, why don’t you get me something to drink.”

“Yes Chef!” Stephen said like a professional line cook and saluted his man before heading off to grab him a beer. “You want the fixings?”

“It ain’t Corona without the lime,” Ari playfully warned him.

“Damn right it ain’t,” Stephen opened the fridge. “Yup! You got some fresh ones.”

“It was on the list! You know what happened last time Amoreena didn’t get her limes?”

“Yeah!” Someone butted in on their conversation. “I threw a fit when I had to pay twenty bucks to have four limes delivered to our door!”

“Babe!” Both Ari and Stephen shouted over their shoulders, one popping his head out of the fridge, the other pulling his face away from the steam on the stove.

“Yes my lovelies, I’m home.” Amoreena came in. The woman looked more at home on some lesbian biker magazine than in their kitchen. Amoreena’s hair was originally a pixy cut, but she was due for another trim. She just stuck on a dark beany when her hair got too long and let a few strands poke out around the rim. She had a flannel shirt, the yellow and burnt brown plaid of it all complimented the black band shirt that clung to her frame nicely. Her ripped jeans exposed her powerful thighs and legs, the flannel one she borrowed from Ari didn’t do her powerful arms justice.

“How my boys doin’?” Amoreena asked.

“Right as rain!” Stephen smiled as he closed the fridge with a sway of his hips, his ass smacking the door and causing the sauces in the door to jingle. “Just getting our master cook a drink. You want anything?”

“I’ll have a rum and coke. You know how I like um baby,” Amoreena came forward, cupping Stephen’s chin and pulling him into a deep kiss. Their lips lightly smacked as she parted her lips, Stephen instinctively letting her control the kiss as their tongues danced.

How that five foot, two inch woman found a way to make her boys feel so small was a testament to the throuple’s matriarch.

“Hey! What’s goin’ on back there,” Ari gave a playful warning through a crooked grin. “No starting anything without me.”

“He started it,” Amoreena smirked, breaking the kiss, Stephen had a goofy grin, his face flushed pink. “Being all cute and shit.”

“I think we both know who started things,” Ari shot back from the stove. “Let the poor guy work the bar. I’m a dry throated bitch over here!”

“Fine,” Amoreena rolled her eyes. “Whatever gets food finished faster. I’m fucking starving.”

“Oh, I know how you feel,” Stephen blinked and finally came out of his reverie. “I wasn’t that hungry until I smelled Ari working his kitchen magic.”

“That bitch knows how to make this bitch drool.” Amoreena agreed, hoisting herself up to sit on the counter, her bare feet dangling off the edge. “He gets me hungry too! Oh!”

Amoreena and Stephen chuckled as he made their drinks with all the fixings, making sure they were both heavy in hand before he poured himself something.

“Thanks baby,” Amoreena smirked from the counter. “You’re the best.”

“Hey! What about me?” Ari shouted from the stove jokingly.

“Are you saying Stephen isn’t the best?” Amoreena asked.

“No, No, you right,” Ari chuckled.

“Trust me, you’ll be the best once dinner is done, but Stephen get’s to be the best right now.”

“Aww shucks,” Stephen smiled as he sat at the table with his own drink. “I think you guys are the best.”

“Look at you Stephen,” Amoreena gesturing to him with her glass. “You’ve really learned to take a compliment.”

“Yeah?” Stephen cocked his head before smiling. “I guess I have.”

“Yeah, normally you’d say ‘It’s nothing’ or ‘you guys are just being nice’ or some shit. It’s about time you value yourself as part of this relationship. You’re not just our third you know. You’re our man!”

“You’re our soft cinnamon roll!” Ari shouted form the stove. “And our man!”

“You guys are so amazing, I love you,” Stephen smiled, tears glistening in his eyes. “Oh gosh, I just get so emotional so fast now.”

“Yeah, feels good to let yourself feel happy, don’t it,” Amoreena chuckled over the rim of her glass.

“It really does,” Stephen smiled, cupping his drink and nursing on the straw. “Hey, what games did you have planned for this weekend? You said you had big plans, so what’s up?”

“Oh, I figured we’d watch a movie, get settled in, maybe braid our hair,” Amoreena joked, laying the sarcasm on thick. “No, I was thinking we get some food in our bellies, get a little boozy, and then this!”

Amoreena pulled something out of her pocket. It was an old deck of cards, but the box was very intricately carved wood.

“Found my grandmother’s old decks of cards that her friends hand made for her! It’s a special, hand painted deck!”

“Woah! Hella cool,” Stephen’s green eyes went wide and practically glittered in amazement.

“Yeah, figured we could do some rummy, maybe play poker,” Amoreena smirked.

“Strip poker?” Ari shot from the stove.

“Did you seriously just suggest we play strip poker with my dead grandmother’s handmade deck that she passed down to me?”

“I…um…” Ari leaned into his pan, trying to shrink away. “Maybe?”

There was a long pause as Amoreena glared at Ari from the counter. He never turned around, but a big smile broke across her face.

“I’m totally messing with you. I was going to suggest strip poker too. It’s what grandma would have wanted.”

“Wow,” Ari sighed in relief. “I thought you were going to smack my ass for that.”

“I still can if you want,” Amoreena smiled, playfully fanning herself with the deck box.

“Heck, I’ll do it,” Stephen spoke up from the table.

“Well, I got two cheeks!” Ari joked from the stove. “In all seriousness, not while I’m cooking, but I’m almost done here. Then we can play grab-ass for as long as you guys want.”

Ari poured the broth into the rice mixture and capped it.

“There,” Ari smiled with a satisfied nod.

SMACK! SMACK!

Ari jumped as his cheeks were slapped hard by a duo of hands. Both Amoreena and Stephen snuck over and were lying in wait for their big strongman to finish prepping the food to give his thick ass cheeks a good slap.

“Shit! What if the social worker asks to see my ass?” Ari chuckled rubbing his stinking cheeks.

“What kind of social worker have you been talking to?” Amoreena raised a brow.

“I don’t think they’re a social worker if they’re asking you to pull your pants down,” Stephen giggled.

“Really? I feel like they’re the only kind of social worker I’d want to get down with,” Ari chuckled, taking a swig from his beer. “Now, how about we get this party started.”

Ari lifted his glass and his partners lifted theirs.

“Cheers!” They said in unison, their glasses clinking together before they downed them.

“Hey Stephen?” Amoreena shook her glass.

“Already on it babe!” Stephen smirked, getting another drink ready for them.

***

Food was amazing. Plenty of pseudo-science approved aphrodisiacs mixed into the seafood for optimum subjective arousal, and plenty of not-so-coy footsie under the table. Ari and Amoreena had to stop teasing Stephen at one point or they thought he might choke on his food. The boy was way too sweet for his own good, but he was a horny boy, so when he felt his partner’s toes brushing up against his leg hair, he couldn’t help but go rigid in more ways than one. It wasn’t until he coughed up a spray of rice that the two promised to let him eat.

Despite their need to reign in their libido, they did their best to keep things light. Being horny and being a good partner weren’t always mutually exclusive, but in this instance, their little cinnamon roll needed to eat up to build the strength he would need for the night. Not only to carbo-load, but also to give him something to soak up the alcohol he was downing.

“Stephen, you trying to blackout tonight?” Amoreena joked, nudging him with her elbow. “Slow down. Do you still need to work up the nerve with liquid courage?”

“Oh, not really,” Stephen blushed as Ari took their dishes to the sink.

“Come on now,” Ari smirked. “I’m going to need to get an aquarium if you keep drinking like a fish.”

“I’ve built up a tolerance,” Stephen shrugged standing up and swaying. He caught himself on the back of the chair and blushed deeply. “Okay, you might have a point.”

“You know we don’t care about your foot fetish, right?” Amoreena raised a brow as she got up to go wash the dishes. “It’s, like, kind of how we met.”

“Yeah…I guess…I just feel like I need to keep it a secret. I feel so dirty.” Stephen’s face burned red.

“Hey,” Amoreena leaned into Stephen, her shoulder rubbing against his as she cupped his cheek and brushed her thumb against his soft cheekbone. “You’re our sweet boy and also our deviant little foot slut. You can be both without getting rid of the other. Promise.”

Amoreena leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek before spinning on her heels and going to the kitchen.

“Now hurry up!” Amoreena snapped her fingers. “I’ll wash, you dry and put away. Ari will get the card table set up.”

“Card table?” Stephen cocked his head.

“Oh yeah,” Amoreena shrugged. “We just use the dinner table. Up north, we would unfold a special card table to play on so we wouldn’t disturb all the puzzles.”

“Don’t act like you weren’t doing puzzles too,” Ari smirked. “There’s a domesticated house wife in there somewhere.”

“Hey, I’m only half domesticated,” Amoreena chuckled as she started scrubbing dishes. “Puzzles by day, hooch slinging, card queen by night! You wish you guys could keep up with me.”

“Just add another finger of rum into her drinks,” Ari shot over his shoulder at Stephen. “She’ll be on the floor in no time.”

“Will do!” Stephen chuckled, shuffling over to dry and put away the dishes.

“Hey,” Amoreena handed a dish to Stephen. “You two can’t start conspiring against me so quickly! What did I say about triangulating?”

“That you specifically can’t be on the receiving end of it?” Stephen joked. Amoreena rolled her eyes and bumped her hip against her partner’s.

“You guys are impossible sometimes,” Amoreena sighed. “If we’re going to pick on someone it should be Ari. He’s the one who got us all riled up with his seafood magic.”

“Not my fault you guys are so easily swayed by food,” Ari shrugged as he cleaned off the table with a rag, getting it ready for cards.

“That is true,” Stephen smiled, putting some dishes away.

“Hey! Who’s side are you on?” Amoreena scrubbed the pan the food was in.

“The side who makes the best paella!” Stephen smirked and patted his belly.

“Fair enough,” Amoreena conceded while putting the pan in the drying rack. “Now, where’s my strong drink?”

“Coming right up,” Stephen kissed the crown of Amoreena’s head, her beany smelling of her sweet shampoo.

“Thanks babe,” Amoreena finished up the dishes and went back over to the table. “Okay, what are we doing?”

“I think a very sexy man suggested strip poker earlier?” Air sat down with a fresh beer.

“I do remember a hot guy saying something like that,” Amoreena smirked, her foot going under the table to brush Ari’s leg before she pulled out the deck of cards. “So, going sixty fresh out of the gate then? Diving on into striper’s five man stud or we doing straight up poker?”

“Either way, I’m getting socks to bolster my betting power? Anyone else want socks?” Ari looked around and the other two nodded at him as he left.

“As the drink runner, I say five man stud,” Stephen came back and slid Amoreena’s drink down the table, the glass gently skidding into her hand.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Amoreena opened the deck box and pulled out the cards. She pulled out the jokers and blinked as there was a card with instructions. “What’s this now?”

“Here, let me see,” Ari had come back with socks on and threw an extra pair to both his partners before he plucked the odd card. “It says ‘Whatever game you choose, the winner holds the fate of the party.’ Isn’t that true with any game though?”

“Whatever,” Amoreena rolled her eyes as she did a ruffle shuffle. “Grandma probably wrote it down one time when she was drunk and feeling profound. I’ve seen this stuff in her recipe books and spell charts. Next to her fish casserole dish she wrote to tuck the sardines in beneath the crust like you’re putting them to bed.”

Amoreena starting dealing out cards, everyone getting a duo before she flipped over three new cards. Amoreena then looked at her hand before taking a sip from her drink and continuing.

“So, what is the ante? One article of clothing?” Amoreena cocked a brow.

“That sounds good,” Ari smirked as he finished looking at his cards. “But what counts as an article of clothing? One sock?”

“I think we can say if they would be worn together, then they are one.” Stephen smiled as he looked up from his cards. “So, if you bet your sock, you’re betting both socks. If you bet an earring, you bet both earrings and so on.”

“And,” Amoreena had a cocky grin. “How about the winner of each round decides what article of clothing comes off someone else?”

“Oh, that sounds fun,” Stephen smiled. “So, they get to choose what comes off of both of the losers?”

“Oh, I can get behind that,” Ari smirked. “So how would that work bet wise?”

“How about this,” Amoreena started. “We wager how much you feel confident taking off, but if you lose, you have that much taken off of yourself.”

“So, if I were to raise one, that means an additional piece of clothing. And if I win, I get to take the amount of clothes off someone based on how much they wagered, or if I lose someone takes two off of me?”

“Yeah,” Amoreena nodded. “You get to keep your articles of clothing, but claim whatever someone else wagered. Let’s say Ari folds this round at one article of clothing and we end up going to the final round and wager two. You get to take one piece off of Ari and two off of me. But let’s say you can only take off articles of clothing you can see. Can’t call panties or undies until we’ve reached the nitty gritty.”

“Sounds good to me,” Ari smirked. “But I’m not folding this round.”

“Oh come on, it would be so good for you to quit before you fall behind,” Amoreena smirked, fingering her cards on the table.

“Okay, then, how about this,” Stephen gave a warm smile. “We all ante up one and we see if anyone wants to do more.”

“That’s how the game is played,” Ari reasoned. “So, you going to raise or call Stephen? You’re left of the dealer.”

“Oh yeah!” Stephen perked up, his cheeks burning a deeper shade of red, the cute guy already half-way in the bag. “Um…” he peeked at his cards one more time before taking a sip of his drink. He glanced at the three cards on the table. King of hearts, queen of spades, and four of clubs.

“I think I’ll call for now,” Stephen nodded. Ari knocked his fist on the table signifying his call and Amoreena called by flipping the next card over. Nine of hearts.

“I call,” Stephen nodded meekly. Ari brooded over his cards for a moment before sighing.

“I fold,” Ari tossed his cards in, revealing a six of clubs and the ace of diamonds.

“I call,” Amoreena had a devious smirk as she flipped over the final card. The five of hearts.

Stephen nodded and knocked his fist against the table.

“Raise by one,” Amoreena smirked pointedly at Ari. “It ain’t fun if we all play it safe on the first round.”

Stephen paused, biting his lower lip, strumming his fingers on the table.

“Call,” Stephen nodded.

“Call,” Amoreena smirked.

“Bets are final, let’s SHOWDOWN!” Ari did his best announcer voice.

“Two pair!” Amoreena threw out a five and a four. “Let’s see you beat that.”

“Oh my,” Stephen put his hand over his mouth. “I guess…you and Ari are going to be taking off your socks.”

“What?” Amoreena raised a brow as their sweet boy flipped over his pair of fours with a cheeky grin, giving him a three of a kind and beating out Amoreena’s two pair. “God damn it!”

“You can add your flannel to the pile Amoreena,” Stephen smirked.

“Yeah, yeah, you cheeky bastard,” Amoreena slipped her socks off, Ari doing the same and tossing them off to the side. Amoreena shrugged off her flannel and threw it over her back. “It was getting warm in here anyway.”

“Yeah, how you feeling now that you got us bare foot?” Ari smirked, rubbing his foot against Stephen’s shin, Stephen’s eyes going wide as he felt Ari’s large, warm toes brush against his flesh.

“Oh goodness…this may have been a horny mistake,” Stephen gulped back his drink as his stiffy in his shorts beat against his underwear. Then he felt Amoreena’s smaller, softer toes brush against his socks under the table.

“Yeah, we’ll make you pay for every piece of clothing.” Amoreena commented. Stephen’s face was glowing red, those feet brushing over his legs, those toes bouncing and pressing against him, making them cover more of his hairy legs.

“Okay, enough of that, my deal, right? Okay let’s keep this game going,” Stephen stood up and scooped the cards over to his side and went to shuffling, his partners pulling away from him and letting him shuffle. Though, he did mess up a ruffle shuffle at the beginning with how flustered he was.

The thing was though, beneath the table, undenounced to the players, a magic was setting in. The cards heard the rules and knew the winner. Ari’s feet cracked gently, growing slightly larger, the nails getting thicker and pointed as his large feet slowly crept up a size. Amoreena’s feet were doing the same! Her perfectly arched feet and pedicured toes slid across the linoleum floor, the muscles in them slowly flexing as her nails grew dark and pointed. Her toes continued to expand, Ari’s feet not slowing down either, skidding across the floor as they continued to warp and change. Ari’s toes became more muscular, thicker, cracking and fanning as they did so, mottled fur covering them as Amoreena’s were coated in pure black, silky fur. Her toes were getting thicker, closing in the distance between them and getting soft pads beneath, keeping them soft.

Back on the table Stephen was finished dealing and everyone was ready to ante-up. The three cards in the middle were the ace of clubs, the ace of diamonds, and nine of clubs. Ari was tapping his foot against the floor, the sound getting louder by the second as it grew, but he eventually called without noticing he had grown several shoe sizes. Amoreena called, not realizing her feet were larger either, and Stephen flipped over the next card.

Seven of clubs looked them in the face.

“Raise by one,” Ari nodded.

“Call,” Amoreena pursed her lips.

Stephen called. Everyone called around the table once more. Stephen simply flipped over the last card. Ten of hearts. Ari looked at it, then at his two partners before making his decision.

“Raise by one,” Ari nodded. Three articles of clothing so quickly!

“Huh,” Amoreena pursed her lips.

“Thinking awfully hard on that last card, huh?” Ari prodded.

“Shut up, I’m thinking…” Amoreena had a fatal flaw with poker. She had no idea when to fold. “Call.”

Stephen called and the betting ended with all them knocking the table.

“Let’s SHOWDOWN!” Ari said with his announcer voice, flipping over his cards. “Three aces!”

“Fucking hell,” Amoreena flipped over her cards. She had a pair of tens and nines for a double pair. Not a bad bet, but just not good enough. “You would have a damn ace, wouldn’t you!”

“Looks like I’m going to get you down to your skivvies fast,” Ari did a little dance in his chair.

“I mean, that would be true,” Stephen flipped over his cards. “But I’m fairly sure I win.”

At first Stephen looked like he had a pig with a three and two, but upon closer inspection, they were both clubs! With the other three clubs on the table that made…

“A flush!” Ari looked at the cards and gawked. “No! I thought for sure I had you! You sneaky ass bitch!”

“My poker face is a lot better than you think it is,” Stephen chuckled over the brim of his glass. “Now, Ari, I want you to take out the studs in your ears, your sweater, and your pants. Amoreena, your hat, your shirt, and your pants.”

“Fuck me,” Amoreena groaned. “Make us another drink while Ari shuffles.”

“Gladly,” Stephen nodded, tossing his winning cards over to Ari.

Stephen went off to refill drinks, his mixology skills rounding out the throuple’s triple threat appeal. The soft boy was giddy and smiley as he made the drinks, proud that he was so far ahead. That was until he came back with his drinks.

“Hey, you guys seriously think I wouldn’t notice you wearing socks again?” Stephen rolled his eyes as he put the drinks down and cocked a brow at both of them. “Or wearing cat ears?”

“Cat ears?” Ari cocked his head.

“Socks?” Amoreena pushed herself out from the table and gasped. “What the fuck!”

Amoreena looked down at her exposed legs, her feet large, covered in silky black fur, and tipped with claws. As she gawked at her large feet, she flexed and fanned her toes the way that she would to get her boy’s attention, those digits fanning out before gently flexing back together. The dark fur was creeping up her exposed legs, her calves getting thicker, the bones snapping and extending, her powerful thighs flexing and getting wider as they grew darker, fur slowly creeping up them and stopping upon encroaching her panties.

Ari put his hands on his ears, feeling the round lobes atop his head. He blinked and looked down. His powerful feet were there, tipped with pristine white claws, thick and powerful, encroaching size sixteens and still flexing larger. Light pink pads were on the bottoms of them, showing off the softness as he flexed them. His calves flexed, his thighs groaning against the arms of the chair he was sitting on until they snapped off. Ari’s legs were almost purely white, a few patches of brown bleeding into the fur as his thighs formed teardrop perfection.

Amoreena’s hands were darkening, black fur forming on them as her pristine nails became onyx blades. Her fingers flexed before softening, dark fur blooming over them and rolling down her arms. Her powerful forearms and biceps were still soft, but had a clear power to them as the dark fur slipped over them. Amoreena’s face, chest, and hips were still human, but she now had powerful anthro legs and arms. Ari had power lifter legs that looked like they could crush boulders between them to gravel, maybe even dust! His feet were big, powerful stompers that seemed to still grow slightly, his flexing toes powerful and strong with so much muscle they pushed against one another, the fur softening the crazy definition.

“What the fuck!” Ari gasped.

“Oh my god,” Amoreena admired her claws, her fingers elegant, yet powerful weapons that could tear flesh from bone. She did a quick double bicep, her powerful arms balling up into thick balls of muscle. “Oh my god.” Amoreena smirked. “I think I could beat Ari in an arm wrestling match now!”

“Seriously? That’s what’s on your mind right now?” Ari asked with a creeping panic.

“I mean, I don’t know about you, but the changes seem pretty hot to me,” Amoreena smirked and looked over at Stephen. “You think so too, Hun?”

Ari looked over at their soft boy. His face beat red and a bloody nose showing how hot and bothered he was. He looked at those powerful feet, those massive soles, the powerful toes and deadly claws. He couldn’t hide his boner if he tried.

“You…You like this?” Ari asked Stephen.

“I…” Stephen nodded. “Very much.”

Ari felt a shiver go down his spine, pushing his legs out and kicking one up over the other while putting his hands behind his head. It was pride, he felt desired and wanted and his godly anthro legs and feet were making his man nearly jizz his pants.

“Ah, the bigger the better, huh? You like all that extra man, babe?” Ari smirked bouncing his human pecs in his shirt.

“Yes…Oh god, I think I’m going to pass out.” Stephen braced himself against the table. Amoreena’s strong arms came to help support him, her hand gently rubbing his back for comfort.

“Don’t worry baby, we got you,” Amoreena gently soothed their soft boy. “Your big strong partners always got you.”

“I…I don’t know what’s going on,” Stephen caught his breath. “But…as crazy as it sounds, I think it’s related to the cards.”

“I mean, duh,” Amoreena joked. “The only one’s who’ve changed are us who lost articles of clothing.”

“Fuck, if I’d have known you’d get sexier when you lost, I’d have folded every round,” Stephen begrudged.

“I don’t know,” Ari cocked a brow, his legs so long and his feet so big he could extend all the way under the table and gently floss his big toe and index toe around Stephen’s hairy leg. His hot, warm toes comforting his soft boy. “I’m not sure if the game would let you. I don’t know why, but I feel like we have to play the game for the changes to happen.”

“Yeah, I feel that too,” Amoreena cocked a brow. “Call it intuition, but I think if you disrespect the game like that it won’t work. You got to play how you normally would.”

“But…what If I don’t get any hot changes?” Stephen was worried.

“I think that’s what this was about,” Ari pulled the card that had the writing on it. “If you win, you can change the fate of the players. You could always change yourself.”

“Really?” Stephen’s eyes grew wide.

“Only one way to find out, baby,” Amoreena leaned back onto her chair, the cards in her hand looked significantly smaller than before.

Stephen quickly divvied up drinks and got back into his seat, the green eyed dork practically vibrating in his seat. The first three cards on the table were the three of diamonds, the queen of hearts, and the three of hearts.

“I think I’m going to raise,” Amoreena smirked, strumming her new claws on the table. “By two.”

“Fold,” both Ari groaned and Stephen excitedly flipped over their cards. Sure enough, both Stephen and’s Ari’s hands were pigs.

“Damn, I came on a little strong,” Amoreena flipped over a pair of queens. Even without any of the other cards she had a full house with three queens and two threes.

“So, you want me to take off my socks?” Stephen was grinning, already bending over to get at his socks.

“Hold up,” Amoreena smirked. “Just to keep things interesting, how about you take your shirt off first. Shirt for you too Ari. I want to see how those chests are going to look.” Amoreena’s brown eyes flashed golden as she licked her lips.

“Oh-Okay,” Stephen looked a little disappointed, but he also knew the rules of the game. He gripped the hem of his shirt, pulled it up and threw it off to the side. Ari took his shirt off the sexy way by gripping it from behind and pulling it over his head.

The changes started immediately. For Ari, his pecs bounced, each one getting larger as the continued to bounce. It was like every time they went back down, they sank a little lower. His chest hair grew lighter until a healthy plumage of fur sprung from the growing crevice between Ari’s pecs. Stephen gave a soft moan as his pecs did the same, his little moobs getting definition before pushing outwards. Stephen’s spine elongated as his gut rolled out. A powerful keg of muscle and a generous layer of fat came into reality on Stephen’s gut, a happy trail of fur splitting down between his pecs and then sinking over his soft beach ball belly. Stephen’s belly button popped and his stomach jostled out larger, the table’s legs screeching as it was forced closer to the other two.

Ari gave a lusty moan as his strong man belly melted away into a powerful set of angry abdominals. His obliques rolled up into his lats’ wingspan, his arms flexed up, his biceps bursting with power and doubling in size. His thick hands grew bigger, each one now tipped with white claws, his palms filled with bright pink pads as they flexed, his forearm growing to connect them to the powerful double peaks and his massive mitts of hands.

Stephen’s neck was forced from one side to the other as his delts shunted into reality one at a time, thick cords of power lashed onto Stephen’s neck, connecting his jaw to his powerful cleavage. His shoulders rolled outward, spreading wide as they solidified into powerful bowling balls of power before rolling down his arms.

Ari’s neck elongated, power cords of strength kept his jaw connected to his torso. His body hair was quickly bleached a creamy white before mottled spots of brown bloomed over his arms and sides. The fluffy fur softening the striations of his muscle groups as his spine cracked and rose him higher.

Stephen’s hands cracked and his nails grew thicker, his relatively pudgy fingers flexed and formed powerful digits. Despite the new size, he still held his hands softly, no pads on them, but thick, brown fur rolled over his body and up his neck, stopping just before his jaw line and his gut hovered above his shorts.

“Damn,” Amoreena did a loud ruffle shuffle of the cards. “You guys were hot before, but fuck if I’m not on the edge of my seat.”

Stephen and Ari found that they had just as much control over their arms and hands as they did before. They were simply bigger. Stephen had some trouble picking up the cards at first with how much larger his hands were, and his nails were so thick they didn’t provide much in the way of picking things up, so he just scooped them from the table.

“Okay, how you feelin’ stud,” Amoreena asked Stephen.

“So amazing,” Stephen smiled, flexing one arm, his bicep splitting into a powerful double peak. Not nearly as large as Ari, but he could outshine anyone at a weightlifting competition. “Oh wait, you meant cards.”

Stephen blushed and looked over his cards again and then at the table. Currently it was the eight of hearts, three of clubs, and queen of diamonds.

“Call,” Stephen nodded. Ari knocked his hand against the table.

“I fold,” Amoreena sighed, tossing her cards of a seven and ten. “Next card,” Amoreena flipped over the ten of diamonds. “Fuck, now I had something.”

Both Stephen and Ari knocked the table and Amoreena flipped the two of diamonds over. Stephen and Ari both knocked the table and Amoreena smirked.

“SHOWDOWN!” She yelled.

“Pair of eights,” Both Ari and Stephen said. The two pausing before Ari groaned. The other high card that Stephen had was the ace of hearts while he only had the five.

“High card wins it,” Stephen smirked.

“God, am I going to win a fucking round here?!” Ari sighed. “I can’t say I’m getting crap cards though.”

“Fuck I totally could have taken that hand!” Amoreena groaned. “Folded too early. I shouldn’t have. You guys didn’t raise. I could have stuck it out for another round.”

“Too bad for you guys,” Stephen smirked. “Ari, I don’t think you’re going to have a chance to win anything else, because the only clothes left on you are your undies. So why don’t you slip on into your birthday suit and Amoreena can lose the bloomers.”

“Har har,” Amoreena rolled her eyes and pulled her underwear off. They were pretty basic undies. “They’re my comfortable pair.”

“Then why did you bother putting on a good bra?” Ari cocked a brow as he struggled to take his boxers off from his massive thighs and just rolled his eyes and tore them off.

“Because I was hoping we’d play strip poker tonight and I know how you guys like this one,” Amoreena’s hands moved to her bra, gently pushing up her little apples. “It makes them look bigger.”

As Amoreena said that, Ari gave a light groan before it sounded like he was rasping his hand against the underside of the table.

“Was…was that your dick?” Amoreena blinked.

Both Stephen and Amoreena glanced under the table to see Ari’s seven inch beast had grown into a foot long thick monster of a cock. It was human in shape, cut and protruding from a furry sheath. A duo of knots stacked atop one another were throbbing and hard at its base and his grapefruit sized nuts rolled over the seat of the chair as his ass cheeks swelled into powerful globes and forced his hips forward.

Stephen’s eyes locked in on Amoreena’s ass as her thighs widened, her cheeks becoming thick, pillowy, yet muscular slabs of meat. With her leaning the way she was under the table, her ass was pushing out off the side of her chair, her pussy getting darker before fur covered it. That sweet pink slit surrounded with fur that was damp with her slick.

“Oh fuck, you both are amazing,” Stephen moaned.

“Oh shit!” Ari groaned, his voice cracking deeper. Both Amoreena and Stephen sat back up as Ari’s nose grew pink, his face covering with fur before snapping in several places and smoothing out into a strong muzzle. Ari shook his head before giving a little huff, a mane of fur ruffling around his neck. He was a ferret, his body the epitome of masculinity. The chair beneath him groaned ominously before snapping under his weight and he fell down to the ground. Even sitting on the floor, he was still at the perfect level like their dining room table was nothing more than a night stand he could lean on.

“Oh fuck,” Ari’s voice was deep, his Adam’s apple bouncing as he spoke. “This feels amazing.”

“Shit Ari,” Amoreena smirked, her fingers slipping down her abdomen, her soft pads playing with her clit a little. “You’re hot as hell.”

“Hey guys! Stay focused!” Stephen huffed. “We have a game to finish.”

“Of course,” Ari smirked, expertly plucking the cards and shuffling them. “You two cuties need a dealer, and I’m happily out of the game.” With expert finesse he finished shuffling and divvied up the cards before flipping over the last three.

Three of clubs, five of diamonds, and king of spades faced them as the two figured out their hands. Stephen and Amoreena called, not that it mattered much with Amoreena only having the one article of clothing. Next the two of hearts and the ace of spades made it onto the board.

“Raise!” Stephen smirked.

“I mean, I can call, but I don’t have anything else to offer.” Amoreena chuckled

“Oh yeah…can I still raise?” Stephen looked at the dealer, their big, nine foot ferret simply nodded. “Okay, two on one. That’s how confident I am on this hand.”

“Well, I ain’t folding,” Amoreena smirked.

“Then I guess, it’s SHOWDOWN!” Ari’s voice boomed.

“To pair!” They both shouted. Stephen groaned as his pair was a duo of fives and twos while Amoreena’s was a pair of kings and threes.

“Don’t look so glum baby,” Amoreena smirked. “Why don’t you take those studs out of your ears and those socks off.”

Stephen’s big green eyes glittered as he quickly undid his studs and then ripped his socks off. His ears quickly elongated into long deer like lobes, flopping beside his head as his feet cracked and expanded. Stephen’s soles slid across the linoleum as his toenails grew thick before forming multiple hooves. Each toe had it’s own little hoof, thick and strong as he watched his feet grow to be a full toe shorter than Ari’s massive ferret stompers!

“Fuck, that’s so cool,” Stephen wiggled his toes. They were big, they were hot, and they were his! He could do with them what he wanted because they were his toes! His ears flicked in excitement. “Well, we’re both down to one article of clothing.”

“Wait, I thought you still had your pants and your underwear?” Ari cocked a brow as he shuffled the cards.

“You know I like to go commando,” Stephen smirked.

“Oh, so this is the final round, huh?” Amoreena smirked. “A real claw biter, huh babe?”

“Oh, I see what you did there,” Stephen giggled, his big hands covering his mouth as Ari flicked fresh cards out onto the table.

“No bets, no raises, no folding,” Ari smirked as he flipped over all the cards. “Everything rides on this last hand. So, who’s winning?”

On the table was the two of clubs, the three of spades, ace of hearts, ace of clubs, and three of diamonds.

“Oh shit! Full house of aces!” Amoreena slapped down the two of hearts and the ace of spades.

“Good hand babe,” Stephen smirked. “But not good enough.”

“What the hell do you have? The only way you could be me is if you had a pair of threes.” Amoreena paused. “No fucking way.”

“Way,” Stephen gently placed down the three of hearts and three of clubs. “Four of a kind beats out your full house.”

“Well fuck me,” Amoreena knocked back the rest of her drink before smacking it onto the table. “Let’s get this party started.”

Amoreena gripped her bra and tore it open, the black lacy fabric tearing apart and unleashing a series of explosive growth spurts. Amoreena’s Breasts Bulged out, her love pillows growing out into massive, gravity defying melons. But that wasn’t all. Her nips grew dark, fur rolling over them, her abs crunching and then softening out into a smooth belly before a second pair of tits jostled onto her chest below the first pair, then another! Three sets of gorgeous, full breasts, each descending in size from her top set of bitch tits. Amoreena gasped, her jaw snapping forward and her teeth sharpening into fangs. A long, slender, yet powerful neck formed before the black fur encapsulated Amoreena completely.

She was a massive, busty black jaguar. She gave a lusty purr that vibrated through the house. It was like a mating call that tingled in both Ari and Stephen’s prostate. A matriarch calling for her harem to come and do their duty for the pride.

“Oh shit that feels good,” Amoreena gripped one of her top tits and a lower one with her other hand. It overflowed in her fingers as she gripped her breast, messaging herself in front of her boys. “Oh my god that feels so good. My tits are so fucking sensitive. Oh fuck.”

Then little pearls of white formed on the tits she was gripping, droplets of milk dripped from her hard nips as she felt herself up.

“Oh my god,” Stephen’s jaw hung loosely, Ari’s dark eyes were locked on those tits as drool started to well up in the corners of his maw. That was until a glowing card pulled itself from the deck box and hovered over to Stephen.

Stephen blinked as he took the glowing card, the rule about controlling fate buzzing against his fingertips.

“Well, I guess I want to lose like they did too,” Stephen shrugged. “But, I hope we can stay like this forever.”

The card stopped glowing and Stephen gave a deep groan. His legs were already swelling, his thighs thickening up. His powerful calves crunched and flexed into powerful diamonds of mass, teardrops formed on his thighs as he threw back his head and let out a calling screech like an elk in in rut! It rattled the windows as Stephen’s head cracked forward, his skull cracking as a duo of antlers forced their way out of his head. Stephen’s muzzle grew outward, his lips getting thick as his nose grew round and blunt. His powerful antlers formed massive slabs of bone, instantly coming out of velvet as a mighty crown.

Stephen was a moose, his body chorded with power and his stomach a soft yet powerful core. He opened his eyes, his emerald orbs looking back at his partners’. He gave a little chuckle and put his hands over his mouth.

“Sorry,” he giggled. “I couldn’t help it. It felt too good not to yell.”

“Yup!” Ari smirked. “That’s our Stephen.”

“Oh yeah,” Amoreena smirked and stood up from her chair. “And I think it’s time to move to the living room for our favorite pre-fuck position.”

“Yes mam!” Both Ari and Stephen nodded and got up. Ari smacked his head against the ceiling and Stephen’s horns smacked against it was well. The two guys hunched over while they followed Amoreena’s full, plump ass into the living room.

“Hey baby, wait up,” Ari smirked, his body surprisingly flexible and agile despite the mind boggling amount of muscle he had. “You know I got your favorite seat in the house.”

“Not before I get into position,” Stephen smirked.

“Don’t worry boys,” Amoreena put her foot on the coffee table and pushed it away, her powerful thigh flexing, her toes curling around the lip of the table before propelling it forward and into the wall. “Just making room.”

Both Ari and Stephen blinked, their cocks bouncing. Stephen’s long horse cock throbbed and shot a thick wad of clear pre onto the ground. Neither of the boys could wait any longer. Stephen slid down to lay before the couch and Ari scooped Amoreena up and pulled her into his lap so her back was against his powerful chest. Ari’s thick ass slammed down onto the couch, the furniture giving a few snaps as and several springs giving out underneath as he sat in the center of the couch. Ari gave a sly grin as he gently set one foot down on Stephen’s head and the other gently brushed over his cock. Stephen gave a contented sigh as that foot was placed on his face. Ari’s warm sole gently pressing against the moose’s sensitive nose. He gave a gentle whiff, the smell of his man tingling in his nose as he nuzzled that foot. His lips dragged across that sole, those pads bouncing against the moose’s parted lips as he took in a breath through his nose and maw at the same time. The salty sweat of his man tingled in the back of his throat, the light smell of foot sparkled in his nose as he gave it a well-deserved kiss.

Even with Stephen’s augmented size, that foot was massive, strong, huge, and corded with power. Stephen knew Ari could crush his skull with that foot, but the gentleness that he petted his head with that sole, the way his other foot gently stroked over the underside of his cock was both proof of his love for their little moose boy, and his outstanding control he had over all his gargantuan mass.

Stephen was in pure heaven as he laid there on the ground, but then a second set of feet relaxed down on his gut. Amoreena’s soft toes gently rubbed over their soft boy’s belly. Stephen’s belly fur gently brushed around Amoreena’s toes like a silky, plush carpet, the soft belly fat contorting to support her feet perfectly as she gently rubbed the moose’s belly while she sat in Ari’s lap.

Amoreena gave a deep purr that vibrated through the house, that mating call, that pleasured reward that tingled deep in the boys’ prostates. Ari’s cock throbbed, his dick oozing pre over his shaft as he grinded it along Amoreena’s back. Stephen’s shot another massive wad of pre. The overly productive moose’s pre-cum was volumes more than what a regular man could produce in a week! That clear ooze shot over his chest, smacking Ari’s foot, and the arch strung like a glittering garland across Amoreena’s toes while she gently stroked them over their moose boy’s belly. Slowly, that slick strung around Ari’s toes as well, and Stephen’s long tongue lulled up and gently licked around those digits, lapping up the mess he made of those perfect toes.

Ari gave gentle murrs as he continued to rub Stephen’s cock with one foot and give the moose access to his other sole for his licking and kissing pleasure. Amoreena grinned as she watched their soft boy turn into the dedicated foot slut they had come to know and love.

“You enjoying yourself down there Stephen—Ahmmmmm!” Amoreena cut herself off as Ari’s hand came to cup her breast. Even his massive mitt found it difficult to completely encapsulate her massive love pillow. That didn’t stop him from gently messaging it and tweaking the nip with his thumb and the side of his forefinger. Little droplets of milk slicked his fingers, making it easy for him to play with that nip and give it the teasing tugs he knew would make Amoreena go wild.

“Oh, don’t worry about him,” Ari murred, his other free hand slipping down between Amoreena’s legs and gently petting her pussy. “With the way he’s licking my toes, I think he’s about to nut with just my little foot rubs. The real question is how you’re doing baby.”

Ari kissed the crown of Amoreena’s head as his fingers swirled around her clit, the black jaguar giving a deep, satisfying purr as her pussy was expertly played with. Her tit was tenderly messaged and milked. A gentle trickle of fem-cum dripped down from Amoreena’s folds and onto Stephen’s belly where her feet gently rubbed it around that soft gut.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already baby,” Ari murred in Amoreena’s ear, his teeth gently grating against her lobe. “And fuck, what is that smell?”

It was subtle at first, but as Ari petted that pussy, a sweet aroma started to fill the room. With each drip of her pussy, every gentle rub of her feet against Stephen, the smell grew stronger. It was a gentle musk with the sweetest tang to it that made both Ari and Stephen’s teeth chatter.

“Oh fuck babe,” Ari growled, grinding his dick against Amoreena as her heat filled the room. “You’re going to make me go feral.”

Stephen was already feeling the effects of that heat, the way it dripped over his belly and was messaged into his fur with his woman’s soft toes. His cock launched another thick wad of pre that soaked Ari and Amoreena’s toes.

“Really? I’ve hardly done anything yet,” Amoreena purred through a cocky grin as she arched her back, her ass cupping Ari’s thick foot long and gently grinding against it. Ari’s oozing cock dribbled down her back and slicked up her soft cheeks. Her silky onyx fur drank deep of that pre as it started to cling to Ari’s shaft, gently slicking it up and down. Amoreena gripped Ari’s thighs to do this so she could keep gently stroking her toes over Stephen’s soft belly. The feat would tire anyone out, but for some reason, any physical exertion was made near effortless for the muscled trio. Sure, their breathing deepened, but it wasn’t so much because they were exhausting themselves, but rather that they were all hot and heavy with their arousal.

Stephen’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lapped at Ari’s thick soles. The moose gave a questioning murr as those digits left his face, only for him to give a soft moan as Ari dipped his toes in the mess on his belly before returning to his face.

Stephen drooled as he opened his maw and breathed in Amoreena’s heat. It was sweet and heavy, a mixture of her and Ari’s musk as he kissed that sole and worshiped it. His hands came up to grip one of Amoreena’s feet, working his thumbs into the sole and messaging it. He cracked each digit, working over the deep tissue and the bones in Amoreena’s sole.

Amoreena purred, the vibrations coming in waves over the boy’s inner clit. Their prostates were stimulated at the high point of each of the dark jaguar’s purrs, and they were only getting faster as her boys worked her over. Stephen on her feet and Ari on her sweet, sopping folds. Ari’s middle finger slipped into that snatch, working over that electric bundle of nerves. Amoreena gave a soft growl as Ari found her sweet spot, the ferret getting a mischievous grin.

“You getting close babe?” Ari asked Amoreena.

“Oh fuck yes, so fucking close,” Amoreena moaned expecting Ari to back off, but he simply moved faster, his molestation of her tit getting faster, his palm swirling and gyrating against her clit while his fingers worked her in tight, soft circles right on her g-spot.

“Fucking bust it baby,” Ari growled lustfully in her ear. “Fucking pop off and drench us in that sweet heat. Come on baby. Make your boys go wild. Let us off the leash!”

“Oh FUCK!” Amoreena threw her head back and let out a soft screech that melted into a deep, shuddering moan as her pussy popped. A geyser of her juices shot out, splattering and matting the fur on Stephen’s stomach. Amoreena’s fem-cum dripped down Ari’s fingers, gushing over them and rolling over his knuckles.

Stephen was unaware of what was happening above him as Ari had put the moose’s horse cock between his big and index toe, stroking it with as much vigor as he was playing with Amoreena’s pussy. Stephen’s eyes fluttered as he felt Amoreena’s toes flex and twitch against his belly followed by a spray of Juices. Stephen couldn’t hold back, He shot hard. His cock launching a jet of cum over his head and antlers to drench the wall. His next shot strung up in his antlers, the next smacked Ari’s foot, the moose lapping at his own warm salty essence as Amoreena continued to drench his belly with her heat pheromones.

“Holy shit,” Ari snarled, his cock oozing over his woman’s back, the feel of warm cum slowly oozing out of Stephen’s horse cock over his toes made his balls churn. But then Amoreena’s heat smacked his nose with the force of a truck. Ari got off on his partner’s getting off, but this was something else. A deep, pride pounded in his heart. It was like he proved that he was the alpha male, the one to take their woman and breed her. Not that he thought any less of Stephen, but Ari felt his place in the pack solidify as Amoreena gushed over his fingers and Stephen dribbled the last of his nut over his toes.

“Oh god Ari!” Amoreena groaned.

“Ari,” Stephen moaned as the massive Ferret removed his foot, the one pristine and the other coated in Stephen’s jizz.

“You two ready for another round?” Ari rumbled, his cock throbbing like mad. He needed a hole to bust in, and he knew where his first heavy load needed to go. That heat curled around his nostrils and the folds of his brain. His cock felt electrified and he swore he could feel his swimmers bubbling out of his balls.

“Whatever you want,” the two moaned.

“That’s what I thought,” Ari murred and got up, his feet pressing down onto the carpet, the mixture of Amoreena’s and Stephen’s cum welling up between his toes from the soaked floor. He then used his foot to slide Stephen into the center of the room.

“You want me up?” Stephen asked.

“Nah, you’re right where you need to be, baby,” Ari grinned, his muscles making it easy to manhandle both. If he wanted, he could take turns pinning and fucking their brains out, but that’s not how their throuple rode. Everyone was an equal partner, even if Ari was feeling dominant. “Do me a favor and hold your cock up for me though.”

“Sure,” Stephen panted as he gripped the base of his cock. It only went down a little bit from his orgasm, but was quickly hardening back up now that he was drenched in Amoreena’s heat. Ari gripped Amoreena by the hips and flipped her around so she was facing him.

“You ready for the double penetration of the century?” Ari grinned at his girl as she caught her breath.

“Oh fuck, you going to do what I think you’re going to do?” Amoreena purred at the thought, her toes flexing.

“You know it babe,” Ari then slowly brought himself down, his fingers gripping onto Amoreena’s ass cheeks and spreading them wide as he did so. His fingers welled up with Amoreena’s cheeks as he sat down on the floor. Ari’s rump fell the last inch, a rumble went through the house as his weight caused the foundation to shake. He then lined up his cock with Amoreena’s drenched pussy.

“I think it’s time we consummated our relationship. Don’t you agree?” Ari bounced his brows before slowly lowering Amoreena. His thick helmet fought against her pussy for a brief moment before slipping inside. Amoreena gave a soft screech as she was lowered a couple inches onto Ari’s massive head. Then she felt Stephen’s dick at her back door. The boys were basically balls to balls on the floor, Stephen’s legs propped up on Ari’s powerful thighs as he lined up Amoreena’s back door with Stephen’s thick head.

It took a little doing, some working on their part, and some serious restraint on Ari’s to make sure Stephen was in. All the big ferret wanted to do was rut his woman, his balls practically ready to piss cum into her hot-to-trot womb! But he’d be damned if he didn’t get Stephen in on the fun.

Amoreena pushed back a bit, her hole slowly working the fully hard moose’s horse cock into her ass. Then, with a little more weight and some flexing with Ari, Stephen felt his cock slip into Amoreena’s pucker while Ari’s dick slipped further into her peach. Amoreena sank down on each bitch busting inch of her man’s cocks. The jaguar would not be denied her fantasy as she slipped further and further down. Despite Stephen having a horse cock, Ari’s dick was still larger and thicker, and she thanked her stars that Stephen generated so much natural lube she didn’t even need to worry about it being a tight fit. In the matter of seconds, both her holes were a slick love tunnel for her boys. Her asshole was slicked by the rod sinking in and her pussy drooled over the obelisk pointing at her unprotected pussy.

Amoreena would normally make them wear condoms, but she didn’t care about that now. She needed to feel Ari’s seed inside her, warming her cervix as he filled her with a strong litter. It took a lot of strength, but she pushed down, those cocks finally sheathed inside her holes, her abdomen bulging, and the two boys feeling their cocks sleeved in different holes, but pulsing strongly against one another.

Ari’s hips started to grind deep into that drooling pussy, his cock head making out with her cervix and getting it prepped with his pre. The big ferret, moved his feet down until he had both of them on Stephen’s face. The moose gave a shuddering moan as those toes pressed onto his muzzle, the mix of his and Amoreena’s cum coating them. He got to work messaging one foot and kissing the other. Stephen’s job was to please the alpha male and woman, at least that’s what nature was telling him. He knew he was loved in their partnership, but this wasn’t the time for reassurance. This was heat!

This was RUT!

Amoreena was working up and down, Ari’s powerful arms guiding her as she did so, making her slide forward and back to grind their shafts against one another as the pleasure bloomed. Ari wasn’t going to be patient much longer. He kept bouncing his hips against Amoreena’s slow movements, his balls rolling in his heavy sack and sloshing against Stephen’s nuts. A mixture of Amoreena’s heat and Stephen’s juices making their balls a hot, slick mess as they continued their methodical dance into stoking Ari’s primal rut.

The slick peeling of Amoreena’s thighs when she pulled up and the wet smack of them as she went down started to fill the air. Ari’s balls felt like they were already oozing cum deep into Amoreena, his pre-nut already cloudy with his seed as they got into a rhythm.

A rhythm that was far too slow for the ferret.

Ari gripped onto Amoreena’s ass, his powerful muscles making her move faster. The black jaguar didn’t have to move as much as Ari controlled her rhythm, moving faster and faster. It was a slow staccato at first that was quickly building. Amoreena moaned, gripping her top row of tits and messaging them while her other four jostled about. Milk dripped from them and Ari couldn’t help himself. He leaned forward and wrapped his lips around one of Amoreena’s puffy nipples and drank deep. A sweet cream jetted into Ari’s maw. He drank mouthful after mouthful from that tit, slurping it with powerful, Adam’s apple bouncing gulps while his tongue lulled over it, practically cupping that massive tit as Amoreena held it steady for him.

When Ari finally smacked off that tit, the flow of milk was still streaming out, the nipple swollen and puffy, a hickey having been planted right on that nip.

“Well, I better even things out,” Ari rumbled and wrapped his lips around Amoreena’s other breast. Amoreena couldn’t find the words as she was man handled on that duo of dicks, her breasts milked for Ari’s pleasure.

Stephen was a drooling mess, his tongue slipping between Ari’s toes and licking up the sweat and cum. A musky mixture of all three of their essence filled the moose’s muzzle. Ari’s freshly, well-earned sweat, Stephen’s own salty cream, and Amoreena’s potent sweet heat. He lapped over each toe pad, making sure each toe claw was polished as he drooled over those soft warm soles. His face was surrounded with the most manly, powerful feet he had even been graced with, his own hoof toes flexing as he struggled to keep up with Ari’s pace.

“Oh fuck, I’m getting close,” Ari moaned, his dick felt electric, his balls felt like a duo of magnets being messaged by gentle gets in a hot tub. His prostate was getting tight, little jets of milky pre warmed and splattered over Amoreena’s cervix. “Fuck I’m close. Stephen help me out here.”

“Oh fuck yeah,” Stephen moaned as Ari removed his soles from his face. The moose sat up, his stance shifting only slightly so he could grip onto Amoreena’s chest, his hands working over the lowest set of breasts. He knew just the way Amoreena liked it, only he didn’t need to slick them up first because of how they leaked. He thrusted up when Ari was pulling down, their cocks alternating inside of Amoreena as they worked her over.

“Fuck baby! I want you to grip my tits while you bust inside me!” Amoreena gasped, releasing her highest set of breasts and gripped the lower ones. Ari didn’t need to be told twice as he let go of Amoreena and gripped her tits. It took a moment for Amoreena to find the right position, but soon her boys were pistoning in and out of her, her pussy and ass a tingling mess that was making her toes twitch. Her chest felt like each nip was its own clit that was being played with, the milk dribbling out felt like a constant orgasm as she played with her breasts.

“Oh fuck! I’m almost there! You want me to bust it! Want me to bust that FAT fucking load right inside you baby?”

“Yes Ari! Breed me! Please!”

“That’s right! You ready to make a family, you guys ready to be a fucking family!” Ari snarled, his balls drawing up.

“Yes ARI!” Both Amoreena and Stephen screamed as they also rocketed towards their orgasms. Amoreena purred deeply, her vibrations like a command for her boys to cum as it buzzed against their prostates.

“Yes, Yes, FUCKING YES! FUUUUUUUUCK YEAH!” Ari screamed as his balls drew up and bounced. His prostate audibly snapped into action as his cock head swelled, the cum slit lining up with that cervix as it pried it open. Ari busted his nut HARD, Ari’s cum shot forth and smacked the back of Amoreena’s womb. His first shot was a long, powerful stream that lasted for several seconds. Just as his first shot was dying off, Stephen’s cock lurched forward and busted as well. His balls rolled up and sloshed against Ari’s, their nuts taking turns bouncing up and down, rolling against one another as they dumped their thick loads. Amoreena’s belly bulged with their shots, her womb swelling and her stomach distending with the massive volumes of cum that were crashing into one another with each shot from those productive men.

Amoreena came, her pussy popping and drenching that cock as it sprayed her heat down like a professional fire fighter. Ari’s cum doused her heat in the first shot, only to drown her womb with more and more of their kids. Life frothed in her womb, she could feel it as each thick jet after jet filled her. She didn’t care, if anything it sent her into another orgasm as she screamed, her tits squirting over Ari.

Half way through their orgasm, the two men were thrusting again, the party not nearly close to being done.

***

The three laid in a cum soaked heap. Not a single strand of fur was spared. They were either matted with cum, milk, sweat, or a mix of all three. Both Ari and Amoreena were laying their heads against Stephen’s belly, the big moose’s soft gut like a giant pillow. Amoreena held one of Stephen’s hands while Ari rubbed her bloated cum belly.

“Hey,” Ari murred as he nuzzled into Stephen’s belly and rubbed Amoreena’s. “I love you guys so much."

“Love you too babe,” the two sighed contently. They were both drifting in and out of sleep at this point and Ari wasn’t doing any better.

The big Ferret simply smirked and closed his eyes, snuggling into his two lovers, each one just as important as the other. Amoreena might need a bit more help in the coming months, but both him and Stephen were up for the job. They were even talking about converting the third bedroom into a nursery.

Their fates were changed forever, none of them even thinking about using the cards to change back. It’s what they all wanted. It brought them closer together in a way they never thought possible. They would cherish this moment, the turning point in their lives, and none of them would have any regrets.

For now, they would rest up, but the throuple would awaken with a new sense of purpose. Until then, they were going to just enjoy the afterglow of their love making as the sun rose over the horizon.

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