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"This is where you go looking for ass to tap? Seriously?"

"Everybody thinks you need to go to a bar or a coffee shop...but people at the bar just want to get drunk and hang out with their friends, and people at a coffee shop just want to sip their morning coffee and play on their smartphones, getting a dose of society while they're technically alone. The gym is a way better place for us to find someone to pick up."

The conversion was complete, and since their afternoon romp, Ash and Aaron were looking so similar that everyone they'd passed in public was convinced that they were twins. A pair of hellhounds that were capturing gazes everywhere they went, they probably could have gotten someone to sleep with them at the bar, or when they were picking up a mocha to keep the evening going.

The gym seemed to be a familiar hunting ground to Ash, however, and from within the locker room, he and Aaron would be able to size up anyone that walked through the doors, giving them a chance to pick and choose their targets.

"And people at the gym want to be hit on?" Aaron asked, cocking a brow in disbelief.

"Not all of them, but...there's plenty of people who go to the gym at night looking for a little extra attention and a little less competition. Trust me."

"...An old hunting ground of yours, then?"

"Something like that."

The pair of hellhounds were sitting back in the locker room longer than it made sense to, but they weren't actually at the gym to workout, after all: they were doing a great job of pretending that they'd just gotten done with a vigorous routine, but the truth of the matter was that they were just waiting for the right, interested party to come back, still addled with sweat and burdened with the need for a proper stretch.

"Well, we've been back here for damn near half an hour," Aaron groaned; the impatient part of his personality remained, even when he could feel the presence of the original hellhound swimming around his mind, controlling most of his thoughts. "I say that whoever comes through that door next, we go ahead and take a shot at it...so long as they're up to snuff."

"That's the best part about camping out here and waiting," Ash claimed. "You can pick and choose based on looks, species, body type...you can even go for it just because they've got a friendly smile."

"Has that ever been the determining factor before?

"When you've got them bent over in front of one of those full-length mirrors on the wall, you wanna make sure they've got a good orgasm face...didn't think about that, did you?"

Aaron was used to being one of the kinkiest people in the room, but the more he thought it over, the more he realized that he shouldn't have been so surprised by how sexually overt Ash could be.

In their years of friendship, who was the freakiest in the bedroom never really came up as a topic: even when they were sharing old war stories of their best lays, it wasn't as much a competition as it was a reminiscence.

This time, Aaron was getting a clear picture of just how freaky Ash could be when the chance was put out before him, and the perfect prey for a pair of eager canines was already turning the corner, capturing their attention and their fantasies with a single step.

The urge to hunt him down and defile him was something more than Aaron expected: mortal urges were a perfectly normal thing, and if he saw a target that enticed him, his mind would flood with fantasies...but this was so much more than that, as if an instinct was telling him to hunt the cheetah down into a corner and drink the very fear from his stare as he held him in place and fucked him silly.

It was intense , but the thrill of answering to that instinct kept him from sitting still when the cheetah stepped over to his locker, only a few feet from where they were toweling off.

"I don't think so," Aaron said, introducing himself as an authority figure to the slender feline. "You're not nearly sweaty enough to have finished a full workout out there."

For what it was worth, the cheetah was doing a great job of rolling with the sudden accusation. "Not the first time I've heard that I wasn't working hard enough, but usually, that's from my boss or the customers," he shot back. "Never from some rando in the locker room..."

"You'll have to excuse him," Ash murmured, shaking his head. "He just likes to make sure that everyone here works out as hard as he does...and that's a pretty high standard to expect of others."

Stripped down to towels, the hellhounds continued their twinning ways, standing on either side of the cheetah and leaving him with a brief headrush when he turned to either side, and saw the same thing looking back at him no matter where he looked.

"...Are...uh...o-oh! Here you are saying I didn't work out hard enough, and I was so wiped out that I thought I was seeing things for a second," the cheetah chuckled at his own confusion. "You two must be twins or something...pretty comfortable twins, by the look of it."

Their similar appearance and their similar attire gave the cheetah a strange sense that there was something more between them than a bloodline, but his assumption wasn't exactly right...and he wasn't sure if he wanted to get any closer to the bottom of that mystery, when he saw how the pair of canines were staring him down.

Even when he tried to look straight ahead into his locker, he could see them drawing closer from the corners of his eyes...and something inside of him was telling him that he should collect his things and go while he had the chance.

He didn't think he was in any danger, but he had a feeling he'd be in for a long night if he didn't make a rapid escape; as he turned his head slightly and felt his gaze captured by the burning red of Ash's orbs, his legs felt as though they'd turned to stone, keeping him on the spot."

"Twins? I guess you could say that," Ash shrugged the idea off. "But the comfort level, yeah...I'd say we're pretty comfortable around each other. Funny thing, though: we're a lot more comfortable when there's a little space between us...a spot that needs filling, incidentally."

Gulping and looking to the other side, the cheetah noticed an even hungrier stare from Aaron, and this time, his frozen legs began to quiver, as if he was a prey that realized he'd been caught.

All that was left for him to be savored, however the predators saw fit.

"Nice...n-nice pun," he stammered out, suddenly a little too conscious of the dots that covered his sandy-yellow fur. "Something tells me that you two...w-want me to fill that spot for you?"

Aaron licked his lips and came in closer, letting the warmth of his breath tease over the feline's shoulder. "What was your first clue, stranger?"

If he wasn't resting a paw on the inside of his locker, the cheetah worried he might have collapsed under the sheer weight of the lust that was building up inside of him. He didn't know that the canines weren't playing fair; in his mind, he was just being overcome with the natural arousal that struck him whenever a good-looking canine approached and flirted with him.

The fact that they were two to his one wasn't helping matters in the least.

"It's Jaime, actually," he countered. "Not sure I can remember what the first clue was, anymore...I'm really pretty wiped out after that workout."

"Need somewhere to cool off for a bit?" Ash asked, leaning into his other ear and letting a rolling breath, steaming and enticing, roll over the side of his earlobe. "Because we've got a place that's perfectly relaxing."

He wanted to gulp again, but for all the moisture that was pouring over the edge of his ear, his throat couldn't have been more arid.

"I get the feeling we've got a different definition of that word," Jaime suggested. "But...I guess I could sneak in another quick workout, if that's what you're trying to get at?"

Jaime was being careful with his words: there was no rule against finding people to hook up with at a public gym, but he didn't want to attract even further attention, when he was already struggling with the mental gymnastics of handling two canines.

Adding a third to the mix might turn the night from a fun balancing act to a difficult chore, and he was riding an endorphin high that was easy enough for the boys to exploit.

"You might feel like you've gotten another workout by the time we're done, but I promise you're gonna enjoy this a lot more than putting in the miles on a treadmill," Aaron suggested. "Especially if it's true what they say about how...fast you cheetahs are."

"Trust me...we're not just known for speed," Jaime retorted, but his voice was already losing a little confidence. He knew he wasn't going to be in control of anything when he finally arrived wherever the canines wanted to go, but he was expecting to head back to a house in the suburbs or an apartment downtown...his last expectation was that the mirror behind him would start wobbling with the presence of magical energy. "But I'm starting wonder what the hell you two are known for!"

The hint of panic in his voice came too late to alert anyone else: Ash and Aaron were already grabbing his wrists and tugging him away from his locker. "Some people might think of us as troublemakers, but I assure you, we're no trouble at all...in fact, I think most people end up enjoying our company, once they learn to stop asking questions and just enjoy the ride..."

Ash's words didn't do enough to keep Jaime from panicking a little bit as they dragged him to the edge of the mirror. A surface that should have been firm and cool to the touch was wobbling around under his back like the subtle roll of ocean waves, but there was a warmth to the viscous glass that eased his concerns...at least, until he slipped right through the portal.

If he were so inclined, Ash could have taken full, mental control of the cheetah and forced him to relax, but you could only go through a portal for the first time once, and he wanted to see the genuine reaction: whether it was fear, confusion, excitement or elation, he wanted to know what Jaime was really feeling when they were spirited him away to a hidden location.

It was panic that came through in the greatest volume, but the gape of his lower jaw made it clear that fascination was creeping in, and when their bodies came to a stop and the magical forces dissipated, he was looking around, trying to make heads or tails of how whatever happened was possible.

"Not sure that...enjoyable is the word I would have used for that," Jaime confessed, but his bewildered stare was trying to come to terms with the fact that he'd gone from standing in a locker room to the middle of a dark, black bedroom in a matter of seconds. "Thrilling, certainly...but still not sure if I enjoyed it or not..."

"Not the ride I was talking about," Ash assured him. "But I think you already knew that, didn't you?"

The room they were standing in was a private sub-basement, kept beneath the actual place that Ash lived. Decorations of demonic influence and a scheme that was dominated by black and red would have made someone believe that they'd literally been dragged down to hell, but Jaime wasn't so far into his own imagination to think such a thing.

Just as Ash advised, he was trying not to think too much about it, especially when the towels wrapped around the two canines failed to survive the trip to the other side.

"...I did, but I didn't know you two were...uhm... that big."

It was a classic case of the eyes being bigger than the stomach, and Jaime was a slender fellow: he was already going to have to find ways to make extra room to accommodate the eager pair of hellhounds.

"What's happened to that refreshing confidence of yours?" Ash inquired, letting his paws immediately come to rest on Jaime's shoulders. "You were so sure that you could handle being sandwiched between the two of us, and now you're worried that you might have bitten off more than you can chew?"

Jaime wanted to argue; to point out that he hadn't been feeling nearly as confident as he looked, or that he'd ever made such a point in the first place.

As it were, the canines had the cat's tongue, this time, and they weren't going to let him have it back until it was thoroughly exhausted.

"Maybe it's not about chewing," Aaron suggested. "In fact, we were talking about stretching earlier...and I've got a feeling that's what he was really interested in. No point running all those miles on a treadmill if you don't properly relax your joints and ligaments afterwards, right?"

By their aura alone, the hellhounds could have pushed Jaime into whatever twisted ends they wanted, but Jaime knew at least a fraction of what he was getting into when he agreed to head out with them.

He didn't realize that he was dealing with creatures of literal magic, of course, but he wasn't complaining about the enchanted warmth that rolled from the ends of their digits, roaming his body and soothing the aching, tired muscles in his shoulders and the back of his calves. As Ash stayed high and nibbled delicately at the nape of Jaime's neck, Aaron went low, squeezing and kneading on the cheetah's thighs, just at the edge of his shorts.

Ash had plenty of experience using his magical properties to enhance the situation, but as Jaime drank in the ambience of the decorated dungeon, Aaron was getting to try out some of those abilities for the first time: he was delighted to see tiny flames emerging from the ends of his fingertips.

Jaime was less thrilled at the otherworldly sight, but before he could panic, the subtlest "Relax..." crossed over the back of his ear, stripping away his concern and leaving his body as limp as a boiled noodle. "We're just making sure you're ready for a very in-depth stretch, Jaime. The last thing we'd want is for you to pull something...or tear something."

The fabric of polyester and cotton went up in blazes, but Jaime couldn't resist the siren song of the demon behind him: his body was completely still as hellfire burned up his shorts and his boxers, leaving him with a tank top that didn't reach far enough to cover up the hanging, growing length of his member.

He wasn't stiff yet, but there was already plenty of vitality rushing to his member; it was almost a shame that it would go ignored for the majority, but Ash was happy to drink in the sight of it as he leaned over Jaime's shoulder. Curious digits fondled the base of the shaft and worked a little more tension into the flesh, but all told, it proved little more than a pleasant distraction for the cheetah...

...After all, there was no handjob profound enough to distract him from the heated warmth that pressed under the base of his tail and forced him to stumble forth.

"Why am I not surprised," he paused, sucking in a quiet breath as a digit penetrated his pucker, "That you're concerned about trying n-not to tear that?"

"Probably because subtlety is overrated," Ash muttered. "And I think we'd all rather cut to the chase and keep it there than pretend that we don't know why we're all here."

"Sure feels like he knows what he wants," Aaron confirmed, feeling his fingertip slide into the warm, sweat-soaked flesh with relative ease. Just from that natural moisture, he was able to guide one finger in without struggle or effort, but already, he could feel the feline seizing up against the offered flesh and making it tough to push any further. "Definitely interested in that special stretch that we were all talking about, earlier."

If he felt like playing hard to get, Jaime might have tried to deny anything that was being said about him, but precum spilled from the tip of his cock at just a single stroke...there was no use denying anything when a second fingertip, coming from Ash, pushed in next to the first and stretched his backside a little wider.

The pair of digits were moving in an opposite pace, with Aaron jabbing rapidly and pushing back and forth while Ash rolled his finger about, pulling at the edges of Jaime's asshole and stretching it just a little wider. Their enchanted digits were soothing away any discomfort the cheetah felt, and little by little, they were prepping him for something much more than he'd been expecting.

It only seemed fitting that he'd be spitroasted between a pair of fiery cocks when the hellhounds accosted him, and he was sincerely looking forward to drinking a load straight from the source, but he didn't realize what a hefty price he'd have to pay to achieve such an end...and even his voracious, sensual appetite was going to be pushed to the extremes by that.

"He must have been nice and warmed up from that run," Ash suggested. "He's stretching out pretty easily...I was worried we might be taking things a little too fast for him."

Aaron shook his head. "No such thing as too fast for a cheetah," he teased. "Especially this one...we could have wrapped him around either one of our cocks the second he walked into that locker room."

"What about both of them?"

With his own mental essence partially transferred into Aaron's mind, Ash was able to convey his entire plan with a single glance at Aaron, who looked back up at the original with a knowing, eager grin.

"Front and back?"

"Side by side, first," Ash whispered, knowing his voice would just carry over to Jaime's ears. The velvet rounds flickered with the weight of that suggestion, but at that point, he was so pliable that the hellhounds didn't have to enchant him any longer: they were doing it for the fun of it, and Jaime was delighted to be along for the ride. "Or maybe top and bottom with be a little bit easier..."

"Slender as this little slut is? I think I've got a way that we can make this work..."

Running his paws back up the sides of Jaime's legs and feeling the subtle curve of his backside as he worked his way up, Aaron took the liberty of gathering just enough lube from a bottle in a nearby drawer to coat his full member; he couldn't think of any better way to prep the feline's insides than a quick, deep thrust, but he was delicate enough on that first push to keep Jaime from crying out...

...The yank of his legs from the floor forced a yelp, however, as Ash moved around the front and lifted the cheetah, pulling his asshole a bit further forward.

"Still a-awfully fucking tight back here," Aaron claimed, feeling the struggle of the feline's tailhole as he eased the tapered, canine tip of his length inside. "You don't mind taking turns with me, right?"

"Guess I'm not opposed to taking turns with myself..."

Jaime still didn't completely understand what was going on around him, and the decorations of the room were convincing enough that he worried he really might have been sucked down into the depths of hell by a pair of demonic twins.

As kinky and enjoyable as it would have been to be sandwiched between two brothers that way, he never would have guessed the actual connection between the two canines...and when he felt Ash pressing the tip of his cock just below the orbs in his sack, he lost any train of thought that could have possibly cared.

"You're n-not...not really planning what I think you are...a-are you?" he asked, jostled up in the air by Aaron's thrusts. His ankles kicked over Ash's shoulders as he was suspended between them, but his tail couldn't lift up in the way to block the continued advances: Aaron was already stretching his pucker around the tip of his member and holding him by the cheeks of his ass, spreading it a little wider. "I know you guys are eager, but...t-that might be a little much!"

"Go ahead and pretend you aren't loving every second of this," Aaron murmured at his other ear, making sure that both lobes were touched and tickled. "And while you're at it? Maybe try moaning a little louder...you can scream at the top of your lungs down here and no one will ever hear it."

"Except for y-you two..."

"Exactly," Ash chimed in. Seeing Aaron's cock fall out of the loosened passage, he slipped in and rolled the tip of his cock through the dripping trail of lube, collecting just enough to make for a quick, easy thrust; their lengths were so similar that Jaime could only tell them apart by the angle of their penetration. "And we want to hear you admit that you're a cock-starved slut..."

If he looked back over his shoulder, he'd see a pair of boiling red eyes, looking right through the thin veneer of his assumed modesty.

If he looked straight ahead, he'd be staring into the same eyes as the beast fucked him, forcing the cheetah's own length to bounce up against his tummy and fling tiny ropes of precum back into his own fur.

No matter what he did, he was running out of ways to pretend that there was anything chaste about him; that this wasn't the perfect evening to follow up such a demanding workout.

"So that's why y-you both went at my ass," Jaime tried to speak as casually as he could, but when he was being bounced between two chiseled canines, doing anything with a sense of subtlety was becoming impossible. "You wanted to leave my mouth open...s-so I could moan for you?"

Looking past Jaime, Ash shared another knowing smirk with Aaron: they weren't going to spare his mouth forever, and if the cheetah kept running it, he was going to lose his talking privileges sooner than later.

Just talking was getting harder and harder as Ash gave a deeper, fuller thrust, bouncing the cheetah back into Aaron's comforting grasp and allowing their bodies to come a little closer. Jaime was folding up between them, but the most important of the equation was still pointing down just enough for Aaron to press the slender tip of his cock into the base of Ash's shaft, and then, the stretched flesh of Jaime's tailhole.

There was just enough of a gap there for the tapered flesh to enter, and for a moment, Ash held still, allowing Aaron to sneak his way inside when the feline finally relaxed enough for them to move onto the main event.

"Something like that," Aaron answered, after letting the feline hang on his own words for a bit. "But I don't think your mouth really needs to stretch, honestly. The way you run it, I'm pretty sure you could take both of us in there , if we were so inclined."

"Are you?" Ash asked, knowing that Aaron shared enough of his mind and personality to be predictable...but there was still just a sliver of the original wolf left in his thought process, and the idea of forcing Jaime to gag on a pair of cocks at once was an enticing idea. "I think we might end up dislocating his jaw if we did that, but...I'm sure there's a breathing exercise that can be learned from that."

"He is all about fitness, clearly," Aaron teased. "And look at how well he's taking to stretching!"

"It's the most important part of a workout," Ash joined in. "Making sure you stretch yourself nice and f-fucking wide so you don't tear something..."

To be talked about like he wasn't literally stuck between them, turned into an object of their desires and their kinks...it proved a thrill that Jaime hadn't accounted for, and in the lowlight of the room, the glow of a pair of passionate stares permeated his skin and left it crawling, as if he knew that there was an even greater depth to their lust for him.

He only properly felt it when Ash pulled back slightly and started moving once more, easing his cock forth in a smooth, gentle slide while Aaron moved with greater depth and vigor, reaching as far as the cramped accommodations would allow.

Feels like they're gonna tear me in half every time they pump in, but they never do...they gave me just enough of a stretch, but dear God, I'm...I'm gonna cum all over myself if they keep this up...

Without having touched his cock since the initial inspection, the hellhounds were pumping Jaime into a frenzy. Their twin members were filling the space of his anal passage in a way that he'd never known before: though he'd taken a slightly larger male once or twice, he'd never imagined that he would take two in the same hole at one time, regardless of which side they decided on.

Much as he was delighted to suck a cock when offered one, he was glad that they picked the end that would bring his pleasure into the picture, but now that he was feeling it, he didn't think he'd be able to stop it in time to outlast the canines, putting his supposed endurance in question.

"Pretty sure if you were actually trying , we'd tear him in half...you're awfully delicate for a hellhound," Aaron couldn't help giving Ash a little guff, keeping that part of his personality no matter how much of his mind had been overridden. "But I'm more than happy to make up for your slack."

"It's your first time," Ash reminded him. "I wanted to make sure you got the full experience...and that means getting to ruin this kitty's asshole before you stuff your cock down his throat."

Jaime gulped. "He..._oooofuck..._h-he's gonna wash...it...f-first...right?"

Once more, the canines shared a knowing glance, and Jaime was able to capture their visual exchange out of the corner of his own panicked eyes: the question had been answered without a single word being uttered, but there still wasn't silence in the air.

The constant whimpering of the penetrated cheetah was filling the wide expanse of the dungeon, and as much as he felt narcisstic for it, he couldn't help even greater arousal filling him at the echoed moans that came back to him. They danced across his ears and tickled his eardrums, aided by the uneven panting of Aaron's efforts from behind, and the quiet, controlled breaths of Ash in the front.

There was no part of the cheetah that was able to avoid a ticklish, teasing sensation, but the most profound among them was growing from within, as the crowded cocks reached a new depth and left a single, kissing stroke against his prostate.

"Pretty sure there isn't a proper sink down here," Aaron claimed. He didn't actually have such knowledge, of course, but he was more than happy to dangle that possibility over Jaime's head and see how he might react to having no other choice...and judging by the winced expression and shameless groans, he wasn't exactly opposed to the idea. "Hopefully you've got a lot of spit worked up..."

"I'm sure he's got enough to clean us off properly," Ash seconded. "I dunno about you, but I always get a little extra moisture in my mouth when I'm out for a run. Between that and this...he's practically drooling on himself."

As deep in the other sensations as he was, Jaime didn't even realize that a tiny strand of drool had spilled from the corner of his muzzle and dripped down his cheek. By the time he actually felt it, the dribble was moving down his neck, leaving him look as though he'd been fucked not just silly, but nearly into a trance.

Stuck between two beings that were so enchanting, he was perfectly fine with using that as an excuse for his continued flood of precum, as the juices coated his entire shaft and spilled down, tickling the sensitive pouch of his own sack.

He could only imagine it would be seconds before he felt the thicker, plentiful gush of his orgasm spilling down his own thighs, but just as the hellhounds found their rhythm, pumping back and forth and keeping both cocks firmly planted inside his tailhole, there was a brief pause in the action.

"Think he's ready for the next stretch?" Aaron asked, standing as close to Ash as he could when there was a feline trapped between their bodies. "I'm pretty sure we've taken this one as far as it can go..."

Unless they were going to try and knot him at the same time, the canines were down to the option of filling the cheetah with a pair of loads in the ass, or switching it up a little bit...and they were both excited to try something a little more interesting.

"We could go further," Ash suggested, "But it looks like he's getting ready to pop off in my face, and he hasn't even come close to earning an orgasm."

"A change of pace, then?"

"Mmhm..."

**

With the room in the basement dressed up like a dungeon, there were plenty of things that were only there for the scenery, but the chains in the middle of the floor and the shackles upon each were entirely functional...and their weight of genuine, crafted metal was such that Jaime felt as though he was being pulled through the floor when his limbs were stretched out and tugged down.

On his hands and knees, he could do nothing to slow the pace of Aaron's cock as it pressed hard against his muzzle, moving through whatever tiny, meager resistance Jaime could manage...but if he had a chance to speak the truth, he'd admit that he wasn't resisting in the least.

He wanted to taste the unique mingle of the pair of cocks and his own insides, and he got a mouthful of that as Ash knelt behind him, making sure the last of the chains were tugged tight.

"For taking a pair of cocks just a few minutes ago, he bounces back really fucking fast," the original hellhound pointed out. "He's already clenching up on my tip again..."

"Seems like quite the spry little thing," Aaron agreed. "Can't believe I'm saying it, but I think his throat is even fucking tighter than his ass...feels like I'm punching his tonsils already!"

Ash snickered. "Can't say I've ever heard that one to describe fucking someone's throat. I'll have to remember it for future reference."

"You can remember it when I'm doing it to you," Aaron claimed, making it clear that what little bit of his mind and personality remained hadn't forgotten what happened in the alleyway. "Though I've got a feeling this little bitch is gonna be a lot tighter than you are..."

Jaime's neck was slim, fitting along with the rest of his slender figure: just taking the tip of Aaron's cock over his tongue was a task, but he was up for the challenge, even when he was slurping the last of the lube from the very flesh that had been inside of him.

His eyes, though wincing with effort, looked up at Aaron for approval, and saw only the slightest bit of that as his head was gripped and tugged, forcing him even further onto the base.

"You can keep dreaming about that first bit," Ash groaned, opting to focus on the delightful squeeze of Jaime's innards as the cheetah began racing for his climax all over again. "I'm just gonna dream about how much that slim, tight tummy is gonna bulge when I fill this little pussy to the brim..."

I don't think I've ever had a tummy bulge before...does he really have that much?

If he were so inclined, Ash could have enhanced his load with the simplest of magics, but as much as they'd seduced the feline, the act had become pure and visceral by then: he wanted to keep things as natural as possible, letting Jaime know the simple, pure reality of being stretched over and over again by a canine length.

As delightful as the initial stretch was, there was little that could compare to the wider, fuller stretch of the base of Ash's knot, and just a hint of that pressure forced a jet of seed from Jaime's tip, shooting a lengthy gush of his cum into the floor, right between his quivering knees.

"Hit his prostate while stretching with him your knot? You really are a demon in the sack..."

"Making damn sure he won't forget it, either...I'm adding this one to my little black book," Ash claimed, just before wrapping his arms around the front of Jaime's thighs. "Though I'd better start by leaving him my calling card..."

Ash hadn't passed just his physical features over to Aaron, but his impressive stamina as well: the second hellhound didn't even realize how long they'd been at it until the first internal murmuring of his climax sent a chill through his body, but as that shiver grew, so did the berth of his knot, pummeling against the end of Jaime's snout and pushing the overt scent of the canine upon his nose.

If he puts that in my throat, I...I'm not sure I'll be able to breathe...

If the cheetah simply remembered those nostrils as something other than a target for Aaron's seed, he'd be able to breathe just fine, but in the dizzying heat of the moment, as his cock throbbed and twitched at the air, it was hard to focus on anything, much less remember such a crucial thing.

He was given just enough time to get his bearings about him again, but even when he did, he could feel the knot pushing past the edges of his fangs and forcing him to take such a plentiful length that Aaron couldn't possibly reach any further.

When he was already pouring his seed down the cheetah's throat and feeling the clench of swallowing muscles as he filled the feline's stomach, of course, he was perfectly content with staying right where he was.

"Sorry if I beat you t-to the punch, but he...he knows how to take a fucking cock," Aaron complimented the feline on his skills for the first time, showing a little bit of the kindness that Ash imparted on him, even if it was in a backhanded way. "He just keeps swallowing...feels like I'm peeing, t-there's so fucking much...and he hasn't spilled a drop!"

"Don't think he's gonna," Ash grunted, his eyes clenching shut as he picked up the pace to a proper, canine level. Driving, hammering hips pounded Jaime further and further forward until his nose was buried in Aaron's crotch, and from behind, the original hellhound was _almost_frustrated: just as he was finding his stride and pumping with everything he had, the bulge of his knot disappeared inside of Jaime and stayed there, coming with an overwhelming flood of cum. "After all, he needs to...replenish...a-all that good stuff he lost from working out..."

Staying firm and proud in his thrusts, Ash refused to slump over Jaime's body, wanting to feline to feel the full weight of his hips against his backside instead of the chest of the canine against his back. His arms were clenching so tight that even a subtle pull would have yanked Jaime's knees off the floor as far as they would go, but shackles made sure that he wasn't going anywhere...at least, not for quite a while.

"So once he's full, you think he'll be ready to go again?" Aaron asked.

His devious grin was met with a mirrored expression. "No doubt in my mind."