Sun filtered in through a narrow gap in silk curtains. With a groan, a figure rolled on a bed, hiding beneath a mountain of blankets. They rolled again, and their face scrunched up when the light hit right across their face. They mumbled something under their breath, a little swear word, before they rolled back over and buried their head against the pillows. They were tired, peaceful...they just wanted 5 more minutes. Soft, sensual fur brushed their cheek, and the wetness of a little tongue patted their flesh. The figure in the bed groaned, complaining, before their eyes fluttered open. They came face to face with a Growlithe, who hovered above the bed holding a tray in both hands. “You really do sleep like a log.” The Growlithe commented, and the figure in the bed rolled again, wincing at the light, before slowly scooting backwards and pushing themselves up into a sitting position. “You made breakfast in bed? What am I, your girlfriend?” The individual in the bed, bearing all the cream and brown-furred fluff and markings of an Eevee, rubbed their eyes and stretched their back as the Growlithe pushed the blankets to the side to expose the nakedness of the Eevee, before putting the tray down on their side of their legs. On the tray were several plates, one piled with multiple slices of toast, another a mountain of what looked like whipped cream with fruits covering every inch of its pillowy white surface, along with two glasses of bright orange juice and a small bowl with a sprinkling of small red candies. “We’re sharing,” The Growlithe promptly reminded him. “Speaking of which...here.” He reached over to the end table and retrieved two forks, holding them out for the Eevee to take one. The male on the bed side-eyed him before grabbing one, and he instinctively reached out with his free hand to pinch some of the candy, popping it into his mouth. He knew what they were-- one of his favourite candies, Hot Sizzlipods. “What’s the occasion?” The Eevee queried as he chewed, before reaching for a glass and chugging several gulps to chase the spiciness of the candy. The Growlithe leaned slightly to the side, propping himself up with a hand. He’s as naked as the Eevee is, and isn’t ashamed at having his sheath on full display. The bed sits in a comfy, large studio apartment, plainly painted in white and a warm brown with lots of empty space, scattered alongside themed furniture that was a combination of cream, mahogany and grey dotted across the one-room home. “No special occasion. I just wanted to be nice,” The Growlithe plucked a piece of toast and chewed on it, holding his fork in his other hand, against the bed. “Your birthday’s coming up, right? Anything you wanna do?” “Nah...dad’s gonna lump it in with Halloween like usual. I don’t care.” The Eevee grumbled, but the Growlithe could tell he was lying; it mattered quite a bit to him, only he could never express it. “Do you want me to talk to him?” The Growlithe asked, and Matt scoffed. “No,” He mumbled, turning his head to look out the massive ceiling-high window on the right-hand side, near the bed. “He’ll probably think he’s doing the right thing or some shit...probably won’t even faze him.” “Well, offer’s open...” The other off-handedly replied, chewing on some more toast. “I’m free all day today. You wanna hang out?” “You’re not shooting any of your videos today?” The Eevee asked, vaguely remembering it was a Saturday...but last night was a bit of a blur. “Nah. I want to take a break today; it can wait. I’ve got a couple of friends coming over tomorrow anyway. Speaking of...” He shifted off the bed and padded across the room, speaking over his shoulder as he went. “I think you’d like one of them. Seems like just your type.” “How do you know what my type is?” The Eevee argued. “Please. I’ve seen you in diapers, kid. I know you have a soft spot for the heart-of-gold boys.” “And you,” The Eevee mumbled, but not loud enough for the Growlithe to hear. “What are you doing?” “I just remembered I had something new come in yesterday morning. Was planning to break it in tomorrow, but...I think you’ll wanna try it.” The Growlithe padded back across the room holding a sizeable cardboard box, with the Aerodackage logo emblazoned on the side. He plopped it down at the foot of the bed, far enough away not to be on the Eevee’s feet. A flick of his fingers lifted the lids of the box and out came a sleek, shiny black bag that, to the Eevee, looked smooth to the touch, but it was actually a deep, rich velvet-like consistency. Whatever was inside it was impossible to make out for the Eevee, who sat forwards in his seat, leaning a little over the tray in front of him as he picked at the mixture of berries and cream. The Growlithe loosened the drawstring on the top, deliberately taking his time to leave the Eevee in suspense, before he reached inside and pulled forth something that the Eevee wasn’t expecting. “Holy shit.” The Growlithe cradled one of the largest dildos that the Eevee had ever seen in his hands. It had a thick, round base to support its floppy weight, and it was exotically designed, with running ridges, veins and little spines near the tip. Frankly, to the Eevee, it was intimidating, something he’d never consider putting in his eat, and just looking at it made him squirm. His cheeks flushed at the thought of how deep it could go...and how much the Growlithe could take, also. The other male waggled his eyebrows at the Eevee and held it horizontally, cradling it in both hands like he was offering up a ceremonial sword. “What do you think?” He asked, grinning from cheek to cheek. “It’s supposed to be what people think Arceus’ cock would have looked like.” “But you’re not religious.” The Eevee frowned. “I’m not. But I thought it’d be fun to do like a super slutty priest or something for this year’s theme. I’ve got a costume and everything,” The Growlithe grinned. “I haven’t had a chance to break this bad boy in yet...how about it? You know, since you’re not busy...I bet your dad’s probably off on some shopping trip.” “Probably. You’re not gonna make me sit on that, are you?” The Eevee nervously asked. “Fuck no! You’re like, 12. This’d destroy your ass,” The Growlithe scoffed. “Buuuut...I’ll let you watch and have some fun after I’ve given it a spin. No cameras this time, Matt, I promise.” Their laughter and giggles rang out through the studio apartment as the toast on the tray slowly turned cold. They long abandoned the food in favour of their favourite activities. It was just one of the many weekends that they had spent together...but now that was all over. ---------- x x x ---------- “Matt?” Kai could tell his brother was spacing out. The Umbreon’s expression more or less said it; he was blankly staring into space and not even paying attention to what was around him. He’d been looking at his hand for a few minutes, but there wasn’t anything in it, or on it-- he wasn’t even holding anything. Kai held out a sandwich to him, and at first Matt wouldn’t even take it, but he seemed to snap back to reality when Kai spoke. “Huh? What?” Matt blinked down at his brother, his face a mixture of annoyance and surprise, before it immediately softened. Kai was glad for that; he didn’t want to admit it hurt to be looked at that way, but he also knew Matt didn’t mean it. “Sorry, Kai,” The Umbreon mumbled. “Little distracted.” Kai nodded, internally thinking that his brother looked a little sad-- he was pretty good at hiding it, but Kai knew him well. He wondered if Matt missed his friends back at school, or Mom, or Uncle Carter...he knew Matt and their uncle were close. Despite that, Kai couldn’t bring himself to ask; he was always that kind of person, that type that never spoke up, the type that worried. But Matt understood who he was. The Umbreon leaned in close and Kai pressed up against him in mind-- Matt was warm, his hoodie soft against the Vaporeon’s sweater uniform. Matt inevitably took the sandwich from Kai’s hand-- the Vaporeon, knowing his brother would forget or sell it on, carried his lunch for him-- and he bit into it. Kai knew it was a flavour Matt liked, since Jonah was good at remembering their likes and dislikes. It was simple, though: just peanut butter-- Milktank butter, that is-- and Spelon Berry sauce, incredibly spicy. “Jonah didn’t even say anything about my birthday this morning,” Matt grumbled between bites, chewing as he spoke, and Kai listened. “Just said happy birthday and sent us off to school. Fuckin’ asshole...” Kai was pretty sure Jonah had something planned; he just didn’t seem like the type of person to ignore something as big as a birthday, especially for the three of them. They had moved in with Jonah a little after Kai’s birthday, and they celebrated Ezra’s as best as they could, considering the circumstances. Jonah had at least put in a good amount of effort...Kai saw no reason why Jonah wouldn’t do the same now, especially given his relationship with Matt. The last big conversation they’d had brought up Ezra getting too much attention, but from Kai’s perspective, Jonah gave Matt a whole different kind of attention that no one else had the privilege of. “Whatever. It’s not a big deal anyway. Dad was the same...” Matt continued before chewing into his food again. Kai didn’t know what to say to him; if the Vaporeon had his way, he would have tried to do something to make his brother feel special, but it was difficult for him to do anything other than be nice to him. He nudged slightly against Matt’s side and he felt the Umbreon press back, reciprocating despite his sour mood. “C’mon, birthday boy, let’s do something fun.” To Matt’s left, his friend, Uzi the Marshadow, appeared out of nowhere and grinned at the two of them, unzipping his loose white hoodie and tugging at the waistband of his pants. His intentions seemed pretty clear to Matt, who immediately bared his teeth, but Kai just awkwardly looked away. He knew what Matt and his friends did at lunch-- the only reason Kai came to look for them was so Matt could eat...well, that, and his only friend at school couldn’t even eat lunch with him. “Dude, my brother’s here. Don’t be weird.” Matt chomped down the last of the sandwich as he turned slightly towards Kai, who appreciated the efforts his brother went to ‘protect’ him from his peculiar friends. “Fuckin’ prude,” Uzi tutted, looking disappointed. “What, you don’t wanna fool around just ‘coz you baby brother might watch? He’s seen it before.” “I just...I don’t wanna.” Matt couldn’t explain why he was against it, all he knew was that he didn’t want to...he thought. To Uzi’s side, another one of the Umbreon’s friends, a Mimikyu, came around and tilted his head to the side, the fabric disguise resembling a Pikachu flopping to the side. He had his arms behind his back in a way that looked a little sheepish, at least to Kai, but he looked energetic. “Pleaaaase Matt? Uzi was gonna give you a birthday blowjob and everything...I wanted to watch...” The Mimikyu whimpered, and Uzi jabbed at his side. “Kam!” He hissed. “Could you shut the fuck up?” The Mimikyu giggled in response and Matt looked perturbed, glancing to his younger brother. The last thing Kai wanted was for Matt to not be able to do what he wanted, on his birthday of all days, so he leaned in a little closer, ducking his head down so he could talk. He didn’t know why he was so anxious about talking. Something just had a hold on his throat a lot of the time and it felt easier to say nothing at all. “You can do stuff if you want.” Kai said quietly, and he could see Matt’s eyes widening and his body stiffening. “Kai, but...I don’t want you to see that, uh...” Matt replied in a mumble. “That, uh, gay shit.” “You do it to me all the time, though...” Kai pointed out, which made Matt exhale, knowing he was sort-of trapped. “I can go if you want...” “No,” Matt affirmed a little too quickly, his voice raising ever so slightly. “I want to hang out...and I don’t want you to be lonely on your lunch. That’s why you come, right?” “But if I’m making your lunch not fun...” “You’re not.” Kai squirmed in his seat and glanced up at his brother, who had a steely look to his gaze-- he seemed both annoyed and also very determined at the same time, but he quickly averted his eyes, looking oddly nervous-- he was a ball of emotions. Kai didn’t want to push it, and just nodded in response. That seemed to make Matt relax, and he breathed a sigh. “Don’t be a hardass, Matt. It’s just a little harmless fun. C’mon, you’ve sucked this before,” Uzi made a crude gesture to his crotch and Matt grimaced. “We’ve been waiting to treat the birthday boy all day. Come ooooon.” The both of them peer pressuring him was, admittedly, working. Kai looked at Matt’s friends and back to him-- he didn’t want to say it out loud, but Matt’s friends just weren’t good people, at least from his perspective. He hadn’t seen what they were like outside of these lunchtime interactions, but from what Kai had seen, they often coaxed Matt into doing things he wouldn’t normally do. Matt glanced at his brother out of the corner of his eye and Kai only nodded; the Vaporeon didn’t want to impede his brother in any way. “Alright, fine,” The Umbreon grumbled. “Come on.” With that, Matt rose, finishing off the rest of his sandwich quickly and visibly hesitating on the spot as he looked down at Kai, before they moved as a group from around the back of the school. Kai wasn’t sure where they were going, but from the lack of explanations between them, Matt and his friends must already have a destination in mind-- Kai walked with them, keeping to the back, and Matt let his friends lead the way so he could walk with him. Despite that, neither of them said anything: Kai wasn’t much of a talker anyway, but Matt seemed lost in thought and didn’t want to say anything. The Vaporeon didn’t push for him to fill the dead air; the laughter and idle chit-chat of his friends made enough noise for the 6 of them. As it turned out, and it was news to Kai, there was a small outbuilding around the back of the school close to the right-hand side, up against the edges of the track field. It didn’t feel right to say it was a shack considering it was made of brick, but it was small and looked cramped, too. The door was locked initially, but the Marshadow did something to the lock, practically putting his whole hand through it, and that somehow allowed him to unlock it. Kai only caught a glimpse of the interior and saw a variety of maintenance equipment and some sports supplies, like dismantled hurdles and plastic mats, but he didn’t see much more before Uzi blocked the doorway, turning to Matt. “Alright then,” He grinned, licking his lips. “I wanna go first. Come on Matt, let’s go. Hey, uh, Matt’s brother, you can handle the timer, right?” Kai felt put on the spot being perceived, but he nodded, retrieving his phone from his pocket. Jonah had been against him having one at first, thinking it might be a bad influence, but had apparently buckled when he realised Kai already had one. The only one who didn’t was Ezra-- he had a tablet at home and that was it. Kai opened up the clock app and punched in a 4-minute timer, having it at the ready as Matt rolled his shoulders and trudged towards the doorway. Kai really didn’t get the impression that his brother was happy, but he didn’t speak up for him as the Umbreon scooted past the Marshadow and into the dark interior of the shed, with Uzi following suit. The door slammed shut, and Kai started the timer. In the dingy interior of the shack, Matt leaned up against the edges of the piled mats atop a harsh concrete floor. He remembered them bringing these out for the gym when they were doing stretching exercises and when the coach had them climbing ropes. They were good cushioning, though a little high for what they needed them for. He glanced over at Uzi, who lingered by the door, hovering for a moment as if listening to the others on the other side, before he abruptly turned. “What’s that look for?” Uzi noticed the not-so-happy expression on the Umbreon’s face and he pulled an expression of his own before looking off to the side. “Look, man, if you’re gonna be weird about it...” Matt stiffened slightly and then sighed through his nose, sucking in a breath. He swallowed it down. “Is what Kam said true? I’m gonna get a little birthday suckin’ from you?” Matt teased as he shoved mats to the side, where they flopped to the side, almost vertical, leaning up against the rest. The Umbreon hopped up onto the edge of the mat, which seemed a good height, just in time to see Uzi look flustered and turn away from him. “Shut the fuck up. It was just a joke.” The Marshadow snapped, but that just made Matt smirk even wider. “Aww...I was really looking forward to it and everything...” Matt whined, laying it on thick, and he could see Uzi squirm. He knew the Marshadow well enough to know he wasn’t really much of a top; well, it would be better to say he liked it both ways. Watching Uzi squirm did at least give him a measure of comfort. “F-Fine! Just...ugh.” Uzi stepped closer, unable to meet Matt’s piercing gaze. His feet shuffled on the floor, smoky wisps that were really just extensions of himself coming off in vapours, though never reaching far. Matt could remember a few times when the Marshadow was this nervous, and it was most definitely a delight to see. The Umbreon spread his legs a little wider as Uzi drew closer, and his thumb hooked into the back of his sweatpants, slipping them over the toned curves of his behind. A quick shove them down towards his knees, and he lifted his legs to tuck it down further and give him access to get it towards his ankles. It wasn’t lost on him how much he was showing off; he’d taken his underwear with them and knew he was more or less giving Uzi a full display of all the ‘good’ parts of his body, and from the way the Marshadow stared, albeit just a little, it was obvious he noticed. The Umbreon hesitated for a moment, just wanting to soak in Uzi’s expression, before he spread his knees apart and moved a hand down towards his sheath, where he pushed it closer to a fully horizontal angle, and just the light touch alone was enough to make the reddish tip poke through, tapering to a point. A tingle danced around Matt’s loins when he saw the Marshadow staring and that just encouraged his teen cock to grow even more. “You just gonna stare or are you gonna make me wait?” The Umbreon teased, wiggling his legs. “This is what you wanted to do, right?” Uzi snapped his eyes up, the red sclera of his eyes framing the yellow pupils of his eyes, and they danced around for a moment before he stepped closer. He had to get on his knees, since moving the mats had put Matt more or less at sitting height, and Matt rolled his head back and planting his hands either side of him as he felt the Marshadow’s hot breath against the tip of his steadily growing member, which had already roughly passed the halfway mark. It bounced, twitching up against the other’s face, hovering mere inches from his lips, and Uzi muttered something under his breath that Matt couldn’t hear before, rather abruptly, the teen’s mouth parted and swallowed over the tapering end of the Umbreon’s canine-shaped length. Rarely did Matt get attention to his cock-- Kai was a little too passive, his uncle was never the type, not even his friends; Jonah was the main one to seek mutual satisfaction, something Matt admittedly appreciated...so it was a delight that Uzi was willing to do this for him. It was easy for the Umbreon to get hard; his cock swelled in the Marshadow’s small mouth, pushing up towards the roof of his mouth and all the way down towards the back of his throat as the base of Matt’s teen length swelled, a knot forming within the fuzzy housing of his sheath. Uzi rolled his tongue around the veiny length of the Umbreon’s member as one hand cupped around the base, the other moving to unzip his hoodie and shrug it around his shoulders, wanting to undress. From what Matt knew of his friend, he probably wanted a lot more than just to sate the teen’s whimsy. The Umbreon hummed, closing his eyes and letting him bask in the sensation of the Marshadow bobbing up and down his member, moving all the way to the hilt, before he glided back up to the tip, his tongue running around in circles against the tapering tip. He didn’t try to roll his hips or thrust against Uzi’s mouth, knowing it’d likely tick the Marshadow off, but it took a lot of effort not to just reach out and encourage him to bob just a little faster. His pleasure rose quickly despite his previous feelings-- he was, after all, a pretty horny teenager--and he soon started to pant, sucking in breaths through his nose as drips of pre-cum seeped into the Marshadow’s awaiting mouth. “Okay, that’s enough.” Uzi tugged back after what felt like no time at all, wiping his mouth as he leaned back, much to Matt’s irritation. “What? C’mon dude, you were gonna make me cum...” Matt complained, his stiff dick twitching and bouncing up and down in front of the Marshadow’s face. Uzi, however, relented, shrugging off his hoodie and tossing it onto the mat as his hands moved down to his pants. “You’re gonna cum from being fucked anyway, right? You sure did the last few times...” The teen Marshadow wiggled his eyebrows, but Matt just grimaced, closing his legs ever so slightly. Outside, Kai had to awkwardly stand with the rest of Matt’s friends, who also awkwardly didn’t want to really acknowledge the Vaporeon’s presence. Kai’s gaze was primarily fixed on the timer in his hands, but for the others, who seemed like they’d rather do anything but entertain conversation, were standing around the door, trying to listen to what was happening within. A couple of them were giggling, the Mimikyu and Litwick mainly, but Kai was too far away to hear what was going on inside, and he honestly didn’t want to know...that was Matt’s private time. Uzi already had his pants down and was inches away from pulling Matt’s legs up and sticking himself in when the door to the storage shed swung open. Uzi stepped back immediately, but he made no moves to hide his erection, nor did Matt hide his. “Your 4 minutes are up. C’mon, it’s my turn.” The Murkrow stepped inside and jabbed a wing-arm thumb in the direction of the door, and Matt could see the Marshadow visibly seethe on the spot before he yanked his pants up and stomped towards the door. He didn’t even try to hide his irritation as he shouldered the Murkrow on the way out, leaving Matt alone with him. “How long’s it been, Stav?” Matt chuckled, absently moving a hand down to stroke his own length. Matt didn’t know Stavros nearly as well as Uzi, but from what the Marshadow had told him in the past, all of Matt’s current friends had fooled around together one way or another...but Stav was the one who did stuff the least, so it was a bit of a surprise to see him, but not unwelcome. “I dunno. Have you been counting?” The Murkrow was already unzipping his black jacket, and he dropped it onto the mat on top of Uzi’s hoodie as he went for his baggy, loose cargo pants, talons clicking on the ground as he adjusted. It took a bit of effort with his wing-arms, evidently, but he was surprisingly determined and managed to get them undone after a few moments of awkward silence. Matt didn’t even want to respond to Stav’s remark, mostly because he didn’t want to confirm that he had, in fact, been keeping tabs on how long it had been. Not that it mattered now. The teen Murkrow yanked down his pants shortly after getting them undone, and Matt was greeted by the familiar sight of, well, nothing initially, but a parting of the boy’s dark blue feathers revealed a flash of pink, that steadily swelled and grew once exposed to the air. Matt had never really interacted with a cloaca before the Murkrow-- he could remember the first time he’d got down to blow him that he’d commented on having to ‘eat pussy’, and was subsequently slapped, albeit lightly, in the face. He understood now that there was a dick in there, it just...took a while. “Want me to blow you?” Matt knew Stav wasn’t going to try blowing him; his beak was far too sharp and angular at the end. “Nah, it’s blue ball Uzi a bit,” The Murkrow grinned, his tongue running along the edge of his back towards the other side. “He’s gonna be so pissed to find out I nut in you first.” He stepped closer, getting into position between the Umbreon’s now spreading legs. Thankfully, Stav was at the same height as Uzi, though maybe it was more accurate to say that both of them were on the shorter side, so it was easy for the avian to stand on the tips of his toes and line himself up. He didn’t even wait until he was fully hard to press against Matt’s entrance; he pushed and thrust forward a little, sinking the couple of inches of his growing erection into the Umbreon’s behind. “...Huh,” Stavros remarked with a grunt and a quiet squawk. “You’re not as loose as you used to be.” “You remember?” Matt scoffed, trying not to take his remark as an insult. To him, it still felt pretty snug. “Eh.” Stav didn’t elaborate further, but it seemed like he didn’t care despite his comment; he slid back, humming his approval, before pushing forward again and reminding Matt of how sizable his member could get with some stimulation; the avian wasn’t as big as Jonah by any means, but he was still a pretty good size for a 15-year-old. Matt kept his legs spread, but he found it easier on his muscles to hook his legs around the Murkrow’s body, and in turn, the teen’s wing-arms hooked around his hips and down to just under his thighs, giving the Umbreon the support he needed. Matt grunted with the exertion of keeping his legs up, but it wasn’t like it hurt, getting fucked by the Murkrow; he wasn’t all that big in comparison to others he’d taken, and Stav wasn’t a particular rough lover, either-- he was, however, pretty laser focused. His red eyes bore down into the Umbreon’s pelvis, staring intently at the way his cock easily slid back and forth, the collection of navy blue feathers obscuring the base of his length as he squished and pressed to Matt’s behind at a moderate, carefully measured pace. Matt could feel he was growing more slick, becoming covered in pre-cum as he picked up the pace ever so slightly, and though the Murkrow’s expression barely shifted, Matt could hear his breathing quicken. “You close already?” Matt was a little surprised, mostly because he was almost entirely certain it hadn’t even been 4 minutes yet, but the Murkrow’s heavy breathing was unmistakable. “Yeah--fuck.” Stav stiffened and pushed forward, and Matt felt a quick shot of warmth, followed by a shudder from the avian in front of him. Stavros closed his eyes and hummed, kneading his hips forward for a few moments as the Umbreon could vaguely make out the rhythmic twitches of his climax, bounces and throbs coinciding with the dribbles of teen nut shooting into his similarly teen behind. It was kind of hot, enough to make Matt’s cock bounce up from his stomach, oozing droplets of pre-cum...he wished he could get a little attention in that moment, but Stav didn’t even consider it. The Murkrow hovered there for a moment, but Matt already knew, from past experiences, that he wouldn’t linger long. Sure enough, Stav pulled back and relinquished his grip after a few moments, his cock slid from the Umbreon’s hole with ease, leaving a trail of sticky seed in its wake. It twitched in the air, but it was rapidly receding, sinking away into the depths of his feathery crotch. He stepped back moments later and Matt’s legs sagged, the Umbreon left decidedly unsatisfied, his cock aching to be touched. “Thanks for the fuck,” Stavros adjusted his shirt with such a nonchalant attitude, before bowing to pick up his pants, pulling them up around his waist to hide everything away again. “You’ve definitely been taking more dick than you should, though.” “You’re an asshole, Stav,” Matt grumbled. “You couldn’t at least give me a handjob first?” “Hmmm, nah. Happy Birthday, though.” He replied dismissively, buttoning himself up as he glanced over at Matt and his nakedness, as well as his twitching cock. He stared for a little while until he scooped up his jacket and Uzi's hoodie, before he approached the door and pulled it open himself, poking his head out. “Yo!” He called. “I’m done in here. Who’s next?” There was a scuffle from beyond the door, and Matt hoped that Kai didn’t see anything out there, before two figures barrelled in-- first the Mimikyu, and then the Litwick, taking up space in the doorway as the Murkrow slipped on out. Outside, Kai went to set another time, but was unsure if he should put 4 or 8, considering the situation...and no one was going to give him a hand in the matter. “Hey, no fair!” Uzi called from beyond the door, and the annoyance in his tone forced Matt to suppress a smirk. “You can’t double up! I want another turn if you’re gonna do that!” “We’re impatient!” The Litwick argued. “Get over it, Uzi.” “Yeah! Get over it!” The Mimikyu copied his friend before he kicked the door shut with a paw, before turning on the spot to Matt. The Umbreon sort of just smiled at them, unsure what to make of their plan, though it seemed like they were going to get their way regardless. That’s just how Kam, short for Kambyses, and the Litwick were. The Litwick bounded across the room in his tight-fitting black jacket and shorts and immediately fell to his knees, hands wrapping around the Umbreon’s turgid member. Thankfully, despite his body being made of wax, there wasn’t a residue to his touch, and there was some heat under the exterior, thanks to him being a fire type. Matt hummed his approval at the touch and casually rocked his hips into the Litwick’s hand as Kam drew closer, watching the two of them. “You’re really good at that, Wick.” Matt murmured with a lidded gaze, and Kam crouched down, tilting the fabric head of his disguise to the side. No one mentioned that they saw through his costume. They’d all dealt with the meltdown before. “I wish I could suck dick...” Kam grumbled, and the Litwick deliberately brought his head forward, wax lips parted as if he intended to actually suck on it, before he giggled and withdrew, shaking his head. “I don’t really do blowjobs, Matt. Sorry.” He admitted. Matt rolled his head to the side and sighed, mildly frustrated, but at least glad he was getting some attention. He hadn’t really done a whole lot with Wick before; he was more of a friend of Stav’s than anybody else, and the two of them hung out together often. Kam was a different story; Matt had helped him blow a load or two plenty of times, and he was far too eager to join in whenever Uzi was getting riled up. As if on cue, Kam pushed himself into a standing position and immediately went to his sweatpants, tugging them down to reveal the dark flesh of his body and his twitching, humanoid-shaped dick. He was a bit on the shorter side, not that Matt minded, and the way it was already achingly hard and bouncing up and down in front of him made it clear what he wanted. “Someone’s a little horny.” Matt teased, deliberately lifting a leg to bring it closer, and the Mimikyu recoiled. “Matt, ew! You walk on those!” He complained, sidling to the side of it to rub his cock up against the Umbreon’s leg instead. “Maybe we can do something else, since it’s the three of us.” “Mmh...like that?” Matt asked, closing his eyes just so he could relish the pleasure of having his cock stroked and jerked, pre-cum oozing from the tip. It slathered and smeared up Wick’s hand, but he wasn’t going nearly fast enough to get him anyway, annoyingly. Matt felt the sudden pressure of fabric and stuffing on his head and he peeked an eye open, seeing Kam leaning over him. “It’s been a while since I got to fuck you...” He admits with a giggle, grinding his hips up and down the teen’s black fur. “Can I? Pleaaaase?” “You two aren’t gonna fight over it?” Matt tried to keep his expression upbeat. “We already did rock, paper, scissors over it.” Wick replied, his hand withdrawing, to Matt’s displeasure, as he straightened himself up also. He reached for his sleek nylon pants-- the best thing for wax, really-- and he loosened them via the drawstring and let them drop. Matt glanced down, taking note of the Litwick’s half-mast chub, and part of him wondered exactly how it grew in size if his whole body was made of wax...but he didn’t think about it too hard and looked between them with a grimace, unsure exactly how he was going to get into the position they wanted, and he could see that they had the same thought. “Better idea.” Wick reached out and grabbed Matt’s legs, pulling him a little closer. “Get up.” Matt didn’t like being ordered around, but he did as he was told, and Wick manoeuvred him, sliding behind the Umbreon’s body so that he could slip into the seat inside. His wax hands cupped around the teen’s bare hips and pulled him back against him, and Matt sucked in a breath when he felt his behind, already used by Stav, meeting with and lining up perfectly with the Litwick’s half-erection. A slight adjustment coaxed the cock to point upwards and he smeared it between the 15-year-old’s cheeks, rubbing up against his fur. Wick grinded his hips and hooked his arms around the Umbreon’s body, but Matt was confused; wasn’t Kam going to fuck him? Kam shared the same expression as he did. “Uh, Wick? The fuck?” Kam grunted, making a gesture with his black-flesh hands, and Wick just poked his head out from the side. “Just lift up his legs and...you know, do what you want.” Wick bluntly replied, but Matt still didn’t quite get it. It was only when Kam stepped closer and did as the Litwick suggested that he was beginning to realise that the Litwick had in mind...and though it was a turn-on, it made him nervous. The Umbreon assisted in lifting his own legs up, awkwardly putting his hands on Wick’s thighs as Kam strained to get the Umbreon's legs higher, inevitably holding them in place by hooking his ankles around his shoulders. Matt felt fundamentally exposed, and it made his face flush, but luckily, they couldn’t see it. “Now we just...” Wick withdrew a hand and brought it down, and Matt felt him wiggling around against his behind, before he was abruptly lifted for a second, due to their combined efforts. A mass prodded his behind and he was pulled onto it relatively quickly, making him hiss as it sank in, but there was really no discomfort at all; Stav had ‘warmed’ him up, and there was plenty of lube left behind for an easy entry. The squishing, slick sound of the penetration made Kam nudge himself forwards, and Matt tensed up when he felt the head of the Mimikyu’s cock prodding around his taint, trying to find his hole. It took him a few moments, and no one said anything, nor gave him any encouragement, as he thrust and awkwardly jammed his cock against the Umbreon’s taint until, eventually, the underside of Kam’s member brushed with the Litwick’s balls, and he pushed forward enough to get the foreskinned head of his member up against Matt’s entrance. He nudged, pressing until flesh loosened and gave way, and the Umbreon let out an awkward, nervous sort of noise as the tip of Kam’s length slipped, just enough to stretch his entrance. The combined girth of two teen cocks was definitely thicker than Jonah's, who was an impressive size, and Matt felt a stab of discomfort, which crept up his spine and made his skin tingle. He squirmed in their grip, but didn’t try to wrestle out of it, hissing through gritted teeth as he attempted to accommodate them both-- he had to. Kam hummed, shuddering as he pushed up, and Matt sucked in a breath and groaned, hissing again, as the Mimikyu stuffed himself deeper and deeper. Their collective made their own sounds, some grunting, others huffing, but once Kam was all the way inside, as best as he could be, they slowed. The three of them panted, one of them straining to adjust more than the others. “Wow, you’re really tight...” Kam remarked, fingers squeezing Matt’s thighs, where he had rested his hands. “I’m just not used to taking two...!” Matt argued, sucking in gulping breaths as he squirmed a little more. “Fuck...” “You good?” Wick asked over his shoulder, and Matt’s chest heaved up and down before he started to settle. He wordlessly nodded, and the two other teens took it upon themselves to begin their assault, for lack of a better time. Kam slid back first, and it wasn’t as bad as Matt was expecting, but as he pushed in, the Litwick attempted to withdraw, the cocks grazing and rubbing together. They were out of rhythm; feeling the pleasure of another length rubbing up against his, Wick pushed in with a little too much fervency, and Matt tensed up, back arching, as a twang of discomfort made his muscles spasm. “Fuck!” He winced before he settled again. “Hey, could you slow down?” “You’ll warm up to it!” Kam giggled. “Besides, that’s Wick’s fault.” “It was. My bad.” The Litwick mumbled, and all the Umbreon could do was roll his eyes. They started again, Kam moving first, then Wick afterwards, and they inevitably fell into a rhythm that at least worked, and at most stung when one pushed a little faster than the other. Kam wasn’t wrong, though; over time, Matt did eventually get used to it, and the discomfort and occasional pain started to recede when they managed to match one another. It was weird, being sandwiched between them, but Kam’s sensual thrust and and pressing body pushed up against the 15-year-old’s balls and made his tapering cock bounce, so it was at least somewhat stimulating...well, that and the sensual massaging of that sensitive spot inside him...he only learnt a couple of years ago that it was a prostate, courtesy of his uncle and his dexterous fingers. Kam started to pant and moan under his breath-- he was always a little vocal, even when he was just getting a blowjob. Wick, however, was remarkably silent, save for his shaking breath and his squeezing hands, but there was no denying he was enjoying himself. Matt closed his eyes and let himself sink into the sensations, one hand pressed to Wick’s thigh whilst the other reached up and clamped against Kam’s shoulder, and thankfully the Mimikyu didn’t complain about his disguise being touched. It was starting to feel really good, and he could feel the tension building up inside him, crashing against some imaginary wall inside of him that lapped with the waves of his pleasure, interspersed with spikes originating somewhere inside him that made it all feel so incredible. It was a high he often chased, that feeling right before an orgasm, and he was secretly rather glad that his friends could get him there. His head lolled to the side for a moment and he jolted, surprised by the weight of his own head. He groaned, though it wasn’t from pleasure that time, but from the groggy feeling seeping into his brain, making his movements sluggish. Kam didn’t notice at first, too enthralled with his own pleasure, but Matt could sense something was wrong. He never felt this sleepy before, especially not when he was getting fucked. He mumbled, and it came out slurred, before a noise behind him seemed to snap everything back into motion. “Sorry! Sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.” Wick quickly said behind him, squeezing Matt’s sides as he rocked his hips up, maintaining his rhythm regardless. “You okay? Wow, you sure loosened up there for a minute...” “Huh...?” Matt stirred a little more and that dizzying feeling began to fade as quickly as it had arrived, and it made him want to rub his eyes. “The fuck happened?” “My, uh...light turned on.” The Litwick giggled, though Matt didn’t get it. “I make people dizzy when it’s on. Mom said it’s ‘coz it’s dangerous or whatever...” “Right...” Matt let it go, mostly because he could feel the pleasure growing even more intensely, on account of the fact they were picking up the pace. “Just...don’t stop.” In front of him, Kam made noises that seemed all too telltale, from what Matt remembered of him previously, and he affirmed his grip on the Mimikyu’s shoulder as Kam pushed in and yanked back over and over, his knees wobbling with the exertion. He muttered something under his breath as he rocked his hips, his chest heaving as he let out heavy, purposeful groans until he abruptly stopped, shoving his hips forward and gleefully burying himself as deep as he wanted without much regard for the Umbreon’s clenching innards. Matt didn’t even feel that much discomfort anymore, thankfully, and the pulsing warmth that came from Kam’s length spread up his spine, encouraged by Wick’s continued thrusts. “Fuck, c’mon...!” Matt huffed, rolling his head back. “I wanna cum too...” He was right on the precipice, and he knew it; he just needed a little more stimulation, a hand, a cock, anything...Wick was doing his best, but he was sealed off from the Umbreon’s prostate thanks to Kam’s cock. Matt tried rocking his hips to get himself there faster, but it wasn’t even close to enough, and he huffed in frustration as his cock needily throbbed, his innards flexing, eager for something... Relief washed over him when Kam slid a hand down and wrapped it around his length, and his knot swelled, warning him he was close. Kam was clumsy, but he was doing more than enough just by smearing the pre-cum oozing down the Umbreon’s cock over every inch of his teen length, slickening it up and applying just enough pressure to make Matt want to hump his hand. He cried out, his mouth agape as he panted, and he was finally brought to the brink just from a handful of strokes. His member throbbed as his knot swelled to its peak, and a messy spurt of cum shot from the end of his length, splattering across the lower parts of his black hoodie before it oozed down straight onto Kam’s fingers, who smeared it over his length to milk every drop. His rhythmic squeezing encouraged the Litwick to bury himself deep, and he shivered against the Umbreon’s back and hugged him tightly as another wave of warmth hit the first, confirming without a shadow of a doubt the double-load deposit he got, on his birthday of all days. “Wow, did we all basically cum at the same time? What is this, a porno?” Kam laughed, leisurely stroking Matt’s twitching length, coaxing out the remaining few droplets of nut as the Umbreon flopped his head back, resting it on the Litwick’s shoulder, the shirt providing a barrier between him and warm wax. “Whatever...it was hot,” Wick argued with a grin. “Besides, I think the birthday boy liked it a lot...” “Fuck you guys.” Matt panted, not wanting to admit that he really did like it. Kam slowly slid back and withdrew from him rather quickly, however, and he unlooped Matt’s ankles from his shoulders, brushing down the fabric with his non-messy hand before wiping the one covered in cum on the neatby plastic mat. Matt’s legs flopped down and he let them casually rest, but Wick squirmed beneath him, wanting him off. With a groan, the Umbreon lifted himself and staggered slightly, his knees wobbling-- he did just get fucked 3 times, technically, after all. He lifted his head to look up at the two as he stepped back to take an available seat on the mat, but the two of them were already getting dressed. Matt’s lips parted to say something before he closed them again, muzzle squirming. Fuck. “You heading off already? Had it really been 8 minutes?” Matt teased. The other two looked at each other. “No, but...” “We’re like, done. We came, you know?” “You guys have fuck-all stamina,” Matt smirked, batting his ankle against the side of the pile of mats. “Whatever, head on out, I guess.” “Happy Birthday.” Wick smirked, wagging his openly visible cock for a moment before he pulled his pants back up and headed to the door as Kam shortly followed, already dressed. They both stepped out of the room, and Matt heard the jeers of the other boys outside, though he knew Kai wasn’t amongst them, before the door swung almost entirely shut. The Umbreon sighed and looked down at his hands for a moment, before he crouched and grabbed his underwear and sweatpants. He was leaking, but it was whatever; he’d clean that up when he got back to the school, fake needing the bathroom or something. He rubbed the front of his hoodie to smear out the stains of his own cum before they could be noticed or get dried out. Kai stood outside, watching as the four boys high-fived each other-- well, three of them did, but the Marshadow was upset. Kai wasn’t too sure why, but from the context clues, it almost definitely had something to do with him not being able to fuck Matt. He had definitely used his time, though, but he seemed to take the game seriously enough that he wasn’t going back for seconds; the four of them just talked amongst themselves before one of them, the Murkrow, looked in his direction for a moment before whispering to his other friends. Kai couldn’t make out what they were saying. He probably didn’t need to. “Hey, uh...Matt’s brother,” The Murkrow didn’t even know his name. “We’re heading off. Tell Matt happy birthday for us, alright? We’ll see him in class.” Kai nodded, glancing at them before looking down at his phone. Jonah had texted him, knowing he was on his lunch. He had asked him to make sure Matt got home on time, though it wasn’t like he needed to ask; Matt always walked Kai home and usually stayed there...he’d maybe slipped out once, but Jonah hadn’t seemed to be upset about it at the time. The four boys headed back the way they came towards the high school whilst Kai stood there waiting, but he didn’t have to loiter for long; Matt slipped out from behind the door and glanced around before he tugged it shut, as if no one had even used it. “Where’d they go? Back to school?” Matt asked him, and Kai nodded. Matt had an expression that Kai didn’t understand. His brother didn’t meet his eyes for a moment, staring off back towards the school. “...Lunch is almost over I guess. I’ll walk you back.” Matt insisted, and he quickly looped an arm around Kai’s own, pulling him along, albeit gently. Whatever was on his mind, Kai could see he didn’t want to talk about it. The walk was short. For most of it, Matt didn’t say anything, though he didn’t really look lost in thought either. Kai glanced at him every so often, but he didn’t really have the courage to bring anything up, not because he didn’t want to, though. He squeezed his arm around Matt’s own, the two of them still linked, and Matt glanced down at him and offered him a smile. That was enough to placate the Vaporeon’s feelings, at least for now. Kai didn’t end up asking Matt to walk him home after school, primarily because it was an assured thing. The middle school was a separate building from the high school, but it was across a one-way road that teachers used to park around the back of the middle school, and sometimes delivery trucks went down there too. They skipped across the road in a brisk walk and Matt led Kai up to the main gate around the side, hovering for a moment before he said goodbye-- he was going to be late to class if he didn’t take off soon, and he didn’t want an earful from Jonah, either. Kai just smiled at him and waved as he turned and left before heading up into the school. It was only during lunch that he was lonely; for the rest of the day, he had class with his only friend at school. As he headed into the main hallway of the middle school, he rounded down a narrow hallway to the quieter parts of the school, near the teacher’s lounge and reception area for parents. At the end of the hallway, on the right-hand side, was a slightly ajar door for the lounge, and Kai hovered by the entrance of it, not wanting to poke his head in, until he heard the shuffle of a chair and thunk of plastic against carpet. Inside, someone murmured something, but Kai wasn’t listening; he instead just waited, looking down at his hands. “Kai?” “It’s me.” Kai didn’t have to speak very loudly for his friend to hear him, and he lifted his head to see the boy emerge from the doorway, tapping a cane against the floor before bumping it gently against the Vaporeon’s shin. The eyeless Zubat gave Kai a toothy smile, loosely looking in his direction, before Kai reached out and took his wrist to help lead him down the hall. His friend, Zotiko, didn’t necessarily need the assistance, but he always sounded so appreciative of Kai’s help to get him to class. “Did you go see your brother?” “Mmhmm.” “Cool.” Their conversations weren’t always sparse, but there wasn’t much to share. The Zubat adjusted his back with an arm, stretching the membrane of his wings as he lifted his arm up, whilst the other firmly held his cane, curled around small digits. Kai didn’t understand much of Zotiko’s blindness, or what it meant for him, but the Zubat had explained loosely that he could see a little with sonar, but it wasn’t very good, and he still needed the cane to get around without bumping into things. They wandered out into the hall, and the kids snickered as they gave them a wide-ish berth. Kai could tell from their expressions that they thought Zotiko was weird, but Kai didn’t think so; he thought he was interesting. One of the kids, a Houdour boy, looked to step forward and stick a paw out to trip the Zubat, but a Flabébé girl pulled him back with a glare, causing the two of them to bicker before dispersing with angry huffs. At least some people were nice. Kai and Zotiko didn’t share every period after lunch, but they did at least have 3 of them together: English, Science, and Physical Education primarily. The only thing they didn’t share was their electives: Kai took photography, at Jonah’s gentle suggestion, whilst Zotiko took culinary arts, which was something Kai never questioned. Their elective period was in the middle of everything, so there was only a brief period when they weren’t hanging out before they saw each other again. Kai didn’t get on well with anyone else; maybe he was just too quiet for them. The day went by quicker than he expected, and soon enough, he was wandering down the main hall of the school, leading Zotiko by the arm as the Zubat winced and kept quiet. There was a lot of noise around, and it apparently messed with his senses and made his ears hurt, especially when people yelled right next to him. Once they got to the main doors and started descending, Kai spotted both his brother lingering by the gate, tapping away on his phone, and the gunmetal grey car belonging to Zotiko’s parents. They usually came out to get him, but after meeting Kai a few times, they let the Vaporeon walk the Zubat to the car. He didn’t have to help him in once Zotiko touched with the edge of the car, and the window on the driver’s side rolled down, revealing the Golbat within. They made a clicking sound with their mouth, and Zotiko replied in kind, before hopping into the car, pulling the door closed. “Thank you, Kai.” The adult Golbat, with a masculine tone, turned his head in the Vaporeon’s direction and looked down at him-- odd that Zubats didn't have eyes, but Golbats did. “Did you have a good day at school today?” Kai just nodded, glancing over his shoulder-- Matt lifted his head, saw him, and stuffed his phone in his pocket to make his way over. “Good! Say hi to your brother for me.” The Zubat’s parents knew a little of Kai’s situation, and Matt’s too by extension, and they gave the Vaporeon a smile before looking over their shoulder at their own kid, putting their car into gear. Kai took a step back and watched as the car turned and pulled out from its parking space, and he didn’t bother to wave as they started to drive off. “How does that get in the car if he can't see?” Matt asked with a scoff, appearing by Kai’s side, and the Vaporeon just shook his head, finding it hard to explain...it would be better if Matt asked Zotiko himself. He turned to his brother and Matt rubbed the back of his neck, before making a gesture, signalling for them to go. No reason to stick around much longer, for either of them; they started heading home. The walk was quiet. Matt seemed to be bothered about something, of that Kai was certain, but he looked like he was having trouble figuring out how to say it. Kai didn’t push him on it, though it was admittedly a little awkward for him. He just kept quiet, his eyes casting down, and Matt scuffed alongside him, occasionally looking at his phone. “So uh...” Matt did eventually speak, but it wasn’t until they were halfway home. “I’m sorry about that uh, stuff with uh, my friends. And shit.” Kai frowned at him-- what did he have to apologise for? Matt met his gaze and seemed to understand Kai’s line of thinking without him even saying it. The Umbreon pulled a face and looked away, tapping away on his phone again before putting it away. He’d brought it out and put it away again a lot. “You shouldn’t have had to see that, with my friends and...the way they are,” Matt grumbled. “I dunno, they just suggested it and I couldn’t say no. Is that weird?” Matt looked at him, and Kai shrugged his shoulders. He was 3 years younger than Matt, so he had no idea-- that sort of thing was a mystery to him. The Umbreon huffed through his nose and looked away again. “I don’t want you to be around that stuff again. Next time I’ll just say no, I promise.” Kai wanted to tell him that he didn’t have to stifle doing things he enjoyed, but he had a feeling Matt wouldn’t listen to him even if he said it, so he just let it go, as he so often did. They rounded the street leading to their house-- the walk had taken a little while, but they didn’t live that far from the school, and it was good exercise. Kai could see their house fast approaching, and it looked unassuming from the outside, but...Jonah’s text earlier told him that something was going on inside, he just couldn’t guess what. He could see Jonah’s car parked in the drive-- nothing new, really, since he worked at home. “You wanna hang out when we get inside?” Matt asked as they headed up the path to the door, hooking an arm into the Vaporeon. “I saw this funny video earlier that I wanted to show you...” Kai nodded, smiling up at his brother as the Umbreon’s hand touched the handle. Matt twisted it and pushed the door forward, and he hesitated for a moment in the doorway before he stepped inside. Kai understood why; it was pitch black inside, which was much unlike Jonah, who often had the lights on or the curtains open. Something was off, and it made Kai’s stomach twist with intrigue and excitement. As soon as they were both inside, Matt pushed the door shut and it clicked into the lock. “Surprise!” As soon as the door was closed, the lights turned on, and a sharp bang had both Matt and Kai jump, taken by surprise. Kai cast his gaze over the room to the left and took in the sight of the kitchen area over the table, where a series of banners had been strung up at the top of the room, and presents lined the open-plan counter. Behind them, Jonah stood with a party hat on, a used party popper in hand, and to the side of him, their younger brother Ezra was covered in ribbons and the remnants from the messy celebration. Both of them had goofy smiles on their faces, and Kai looked to his older brother, seeing Matt’s stunned expression. “What’s all this?” Matt asked, his voice uncharacteristically small. “It’s your birthday party, duh,” Jonah grinned, lowering his hands and tossing the empty popper into the trash. “I acted pretty good this morning, huh? What, you didn’t think I’d actually not have a little party thrown for you on your birthday, did you?” Kai glanced from Jonah to Matt again. His brother had an expression he’d never seen him pull before. Not when Mom passed. Not when they found out Dad was going to jail for a long time. It was an expression that made Kai’s stomach twist, and without thinking, he reached out and held the Umbreon’s hand. Matt barely even registered it, and he blinked hard, twice. “What’s the matter?” Jonah asked, his jovial tone faltering slightly, and he stepped around the side of Ezra to approach. “I just, um...” Matt cleared his throat, his voice thick. “I dunno, shit, I wasn’t expecting you to actually do something.” Jonah stood in front of him for a moment, pulling a face that Kai didn’t really get either, but after a second or two of thinking, he stepped closer and immediately put his arms around Matt, then unlooped and hooked Kai into it, too. Matt pressed his head against their half-brother’s chest, his hands by his side, but they slowly slid up and cupped against the Arcanine’s hips. Kai felt something bump his legs a few moments later, and he peeked down to see Ezra sneaking up against him, wanting to join in the hug; Kai put an arm around him. “I have another surprise too.” Jonah murmured, and Kai could hear Matt sniffle through his nose, short and quick. “Another one?” The Umbreon scoffed. “Did you get me a car or something?” “Better,” Jonah smirked, withdrawing his hands as he stepped to the side. “We’ve got a special guest for your birthday.” Kai didn’t look across the room at first, more concerned about Matt-- his eyes looked red. The Umbreon wiped his face for a moment before his hands fell, and his face looked even more stunned than before. His pupils rapidly dilated, and his muzzle twitched, stretching upwards into a grin. Kai followed his gaze, and his eyes widened in surprise as well. From the door to the laundry room stepped a familiar figure...short in stature, with orange cream and black fur, bony and slim, dressed in casual clothes. Ezra covered his mouth, suppressing a giggle. “U...Uncle Carter?” Matt whispered, sucking in a breath. Across from them, the Growlithe grinned, his expression casual and suave, his eyes twinkling with knowing. “Hey, kid. Happy Birthday.”