Jaquin Play

Mateo paced nervously, his human form replaced by the sleek fur and sharp claws of a jaquin - a magical winged creature mix of jaguar macaw. He had transformed into thanks to a potion he brew years ago, he had given his last bottle to Elena as a gift but he didn't realize he had one left and thanks to a dream he had just yesterday, he decided to ask his animal guardian and to his surprise the answer wasn't exactly what the young mage could expect.


He knew the risks, but the potential rewards were too great to ignore... Plus a personal dream will likely become reachable.

As the moon began to rise, casting a silver glow through the castle windows, the decision was made. He would summon the fox spirit, Zuzo. The room fell silent, anticipation thick in the air as Mateo chanted the spell, kind of surprised that even in his Jaquin form, he was able to perform magic.
The looked over the pile of books next to the bookcase "Arrg.... Certainly I am not going to organize that in Jaquin form now" Mateo thought as performing the ritual spell for summoning one's chanul. Just this time, when the blue mist dispersed, it revealed Elena's animal spirit, hers being a mid-size fox, as all spirits, he gives away a blue cyan aura too.

The ethereal creature landed on the center of the table, turning around himself, stretching his legs as if just waking up. His stripes are located all along his body.

"Oh, I was expecting to see Mateo or Elena, but she is in her throne now and my stripes aren't shinning so all is fine... who are you anyway?" Zuzo asked the 'Jaquin' in Mateo's studio.
"Well I...." Mateo's paws trembled a bit, kind of signaling his insecurity.
"You just can't tell me you summoned me" As spirits, chanul are invisible to humans, including their own human counterparts. They are capable of disappearing and reappearing wherever they please. The only beings capable of seeing chanul are the wizards like Mateo that summon them or humans imbued with special magic like Elena.

Zuzo jumped from the table, clearly becoming tangible, Mateo's eyes glue to the fox's moves.


(Weeks ago....)
Mateo was in his personal studio, searching around his bookcase, looking for an specific book. As soon as he finds it, he looked at the pile of discarded books he just piled next to the bookcase.
"I will organize them later...." He though while opening the book and looking for the page he was after "GOT IT!"
Then, holding the book, the young wizard got close to a table where he chanted the spell as a blue mist come across the table to eventually materialized into an ethereal form of a chanul, a spirit animal that acts as guide to certain people, it was a believe that every person has one on the other side of the life, aka the Spirit Realm. And Mateo could freely summon either his own or other's as soon as it was a valid reason to chat to it.

And the young wizard certainly got one....

As soon as the blue mist got clearer, it revealed Mateo's own chanul, in form of a sloth, giving away the spirit's characteristic cyan-blue aura glow around them and displaying some darker blue stripes on a part of their bodies. In this case, on its leg.

"Mateo!" The sloth greeted happily while tumbling around a bit "Long time no see"
"Nice to see you too Cacahuate" Mateo greet back "Can I ask for advice form you?"
"Of course, its my job after all.... what on your book-filled head? By the way you need to tide up the place a bit"
"Yeah...." Mateo clears his throat "Its something I thing you can help me with..." The yougn got closer to whisper something into the sloth's ethereal but now tangible/physical ear.
"Ok..... I must admit that's clever, kind of dangerous but possible anyway, in fact I think it would be hilarious to see"

(Actual...)
Mateo, the newly transformed Jaquin, couldn’t help but let his eyes roam over the male fox’s body. The creature was stunningly beautiful, with fur that shimmered like a gem in the candlelight and piercing eyes that seemed to bore into Mateo’s very soul. The heat grew within him, a primal and intense desire that was as new as the fur that now covered his skin.

He took a look at the letter he wrote before he decided to turn himself into a Jaquin, giving an excuse to disappear from the palace for at least two months... maybe more...

The fox spirit's form was sleek and alluring, with a tail that twitched teasingly as he watched the male Jaquin who seem to be a friend of Mateo. His eyes narrowed slightly, a silent challenge that sent a shiver down his spine. Mateo took a step closer, his paws barely touching the floor. He could smell Zuzo's  scent now, wild and untamed filling the chamber. The ache within him grew stronger, a primal urge that was impossible to resist. He knew what he had to do.

Just hope Zuzo knew it too....

With a low growl, Mateo closed the distance between them, his body tensing. He could feel the warmth radiating from him, and his own body responded instinctively. The room spun around him as his vision tunneled to the spot where their bodies would soon connect.

Their gazes locked, and for a heartbeat, the world held its breath. Then, with a swift movement, Mateo mounted him, his new body moving with a grace that surprised even him. His eyes flashed with a mix of surprise and excitement, and he didn't resist as he positioned himself. The fox spirit's muscles tensed underneath him, and he let out a soft whine that was music to his ears.

As he thrust into, the sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt as a human, just more intense, more raw. The walls of the chamber seemed to shake with their passionate union, and the air was filled with the sounds of their panting breaths.
Zuzo, the fox spirit, watched him with a knowing smile, his tail swishing gently from side to side. There was a coyness to his movements that was both infuriating and alluring. It was as if he could see the turmoil of emotions and desires within Mateo and was enjoying every moment of it.
Mateo took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He knew what he had to do—what he wanted to do. The fox spirit’s form was mesmerizing, and the thought of feeling his body against his own sent shivers down his spine. He stepped closer, his paws barely making a sound on the cold stone floor.
With a grace that belied his new form, Mateo lowered himself to the ground, his tail arching high in the air. He leaned in, his nose brushing against the fox’s neck, taking in his scent. It was a declaration of intent, a silent promise of passion and pleasure.

Zuzo’s eyes half-closed in pleasure, and he leaned into the touch, his breath hot against Mateo’s fur. The air grew thicker, and the room seemed to shrink around them. The tension was unbearable, a tight coil ready to spring at any moment. The fox spirit’s body language was clear he was willing, eager even.
Mateo felt his now animal instincts take over, his body moving almost of its own accord. He took a step back, his muscles coiling like a spring, and with a sudden burst of energy, he leaped into the air. He spun around, his tail trailing behind him like a ribbon of fire, and landed gracefully, his paws planted firmly on the ground. The display was not just for show; it was a declaration of his readiness, a promise of what was to come.

The jaquin’s movements were fluid, almost mesmerizing, as he circled around the fox, each wing-flap calculated to entice and provoke. The air was heavy with pheromones, a potent cocktail that spoke of mating rituals and primal urges. As he moved closer, his fur brushed against the fox’s, sending sparks of excitement through them both.

Zuzo’s smile grew wider, his teeth flashing in the candlelight. He took a step closer, and Mateo could feel the heat of his body.
Their mating was not going to be gentle it was going to be raw and primal. The urge to dominate was strong, but so was the need to submit to the will of the spirit. As the tension reached its peak, Mateo knew that there was no turning back. He was going to take what he wanted, and he was going to do it with all the passion and fierceness of his new form.

Zuzo’s tail swished in excitement, the tip brushing against Mateo’s erection. It was a silent invitation, and one that he accepted without hesitation. With a low growl that rumbled through his chest, he pushed the fox onto his back, his paws pinning him down firmly.

Mateo’s body moving with a confidence that surprised him. Doing a graceful loop, his body curving like a dancer’s. It was a show of agility and strength, a silent challenge to the fox spirit to acknowledge his readiness.
The fox’s smile widened, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He spun away, his tail flicking teasingly as he dashed across the room. Mateo’s eyes followed, his gaze lingering on the enticing sway of the fox’s hips.

Their bodies melded together, the spirit's now tangible/physical. His fur and flesh blending in a symphony. The fox’s tail wrapped around Mateo’s neck, pulling him closer, as he felt the heat of the spirit’s body pressing against his own. The fox’s scent grew stronger, driving him wild with need.

Mateo’s hind legs shifted, his cock seeking its target. The fox arched his back, presenting himself in a way that left no doubt as to his willingness. The tip of the Jaquin’s cock brushed against the tight ring of muscle, and he felt the fox spirit’s body quiver in response.

The moment of truth was upon them. Mateo took a deep breath, his heart pounding as he prepared to claim what his dream demand. He pushed, feeling the resistance give way as he entered the fox spirit’s warmth. A guttural sound of pleasure tore from his throat as their bodies connected in a way that defied description.

The fox spirit darted around a corner, and Mateo followed, his heart racing in his chest as he followed in hot pursuit.
Zuzo’s eyes never left his, the challenge in them now replaced with something else, either it was surrender or acceptation. The fox’s body was tight, a perfect fit for the jaquin’s thick member. As Mateo began to thrust, he felt the fox’s muscles clench around him, drawing him in deeper.

Zuzo’s breaths came in short, sharp pants, and his eyes rolled back in his head. It was clear that Mateo’s dominance was not unwelcome.

Their movements grew more frantic, the air thick with the musk of arousal. The stone walls echoed with their grunts and growls, the very earth seeming to tremble beneath their paws.
Mateo’s hind legs pushed hard against the floor, driving him deeper into the spirit with each thrust. His claws dug into the fox’s shoulders, holding him in place as he claimed him completely. The fox’s tail fluttered wildly, a testament to his excitement.
Zuzo’s legs began to tremble, and Mateo knew he was close. He picked up the pace, driving into him harder and faster. The fox’s eyes snapped open, and he let out a howl that seemed to shake the very foundations of the castle.

With a final, powerful thrust, Mateo reached his peak, his seed spilling into the spirit’s body in a hot rush. The fox spirit’s muscles clamped down around him, milking every last drop, and the two of them remained locked together for a moment, panting and trembling with the aftershocks of their shared climax.

Slowly, Mateo pulled away, his cock slipping out with an obscene wet sound. He stepped back, watching as the fox slumped to the floor, panting and spent. There was a look of contentment on his face that made Mateo’s chest swell with pride.

But the night was not over yet...

Zuzo’s eyes gleamed with something new a fierce hunger that had not been there before. He pushed himself up, his legs trembling with the effort. With surprising strength, the fox  turned, and now positioning himself behind the jaquin.
Mateo felt the fox’s hot breath on his neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. A shiver of excitement ran down his spine, and he knew what was coming next. He had never been with a creature like this before, but his body knew what to do, knew how to respond. He lowered his hind end, presenting himself to the fox in a show of submission and desire.

The fox’s canine cock, sheathed and slick with his own juices, slammed into Mateo without warning. He yowled in shock and pleasure, his body tightening around the invading length. The fox wasted no time in establishing his dominance, his hips moving rapidly into him with a ferocity that was both thrilling and overwhelming.

Mateo’s eyes rolled back in his head as he felt himself being filled over and over again. The fox’s claws dug into his sides, leaving trails of pain that only served to heighten the sensation. He pushed back, meeting every thrust with his own, urging the spirit to go deeper, faster.
Zuzo’s eyes glinted with mischief as he got up on all fours, his tail swishing from side to side in a display of renewed vigor. He approached Mateo, his movements fluid and graceful. The fox spirit whispered something in a language that was ancient and filled with secrets, and Mateo felt a thrill run through him as he understood the words.

“What a nice feline you are,” the fox spirit purred, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
Zuzo’s hindquarters began to thrust, his cock seeking entrance into the feline’s tight hole. Mateo’s body responded instinctively, his tail lifting to allow the fox spirit better access. He felt the head of the spirit’s cock breach him, the sensation both foreign and exhilarating.

The fox spirit began to move, his hips jerking with surprising force. Mateo’s body was pushed forward, his front paws digging into the cold stone as he was taken from behind. The pleasure was intense, a sharp contrast to the gentle union they had shared moments ago.
Zuzo’s grip tightened, his teeth sinking gently into the back of Mateo’s neck. It was a possessive move, one that sent shivers down the feline’s spine. The fox’s movements grew more urgent, his hips slamming into Mateo with a force that was both painful and exhilarating.

Mateo’s own hind legs began to move in tandem with the fox’s, pushing back to meet each thrust. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a raw and primal symphony that seemed to resonate with the very essence of their beings.

The fox spirit’s breath was hot against his ear, his voice a low growl as he whispered words of power and lust. Mateo’s body responded in kind, his muscles tensing and releasing in time with the spirit’s movements.
Zuzo’s tail thumped the ground lazily, and he looked up at the jaquin with a twinkle in his eye. “That was quite the performance, my dear,” he said, his voice a low, throaty purr.

Mateo couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’ve never felt anything quite like that before.... this place is cozy but It would be better if we go to someplace more natural”
"Hmmm there is a forest nearby, we could go there..."
"Good idea, after you..." Zuzo said after Mateo fly out the door to then out the window to the forest, Zuzo running below him close by.

The forest was alive with the sounds of nocturnal creatures, their calls and cries a symphony that filled the air. The moon cast a silver glow through the trees, bathing everything in a soft, ethereal light. The air was cool and clean, a stark contrast to the stuffy, incense-laden chambers of the castle.

Zuzo stopped at a small clearing, his tail swishing in excitement. “Here, we can truly run free,” he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
But just as they were about to start another mating session, a faint sound reached their ears. It was a moan, low and mournful, echoing through the trees. It was not the cry of a creature in pain but the sound of someone or something in the throes of ecstasy.

Curiosity piqued, they approached the source of the noise cautiously. Peering through the dense foliage, they spotted another figure, a male jaquin with his back arched, paws moving rhythmically over his own cock.

It was Skylar, a fellow guardian. His eyes were closed, lost in his own world, oblivious to their presence. His fur was ruffled, his breathing ragged, and it was clear he had no idea he had an audience.
Mateo felt a strange mix of emotions, arousal, certainly, but also a sudden sense of camaraderie. He recognized the need in Skylar’s eyes, the same need that had driven him to seek out the fox spirit.

Without a word, he stepped forward, his own cock standing proud once more. Skylar’s eyes snapped open in surprise, and for a moment, there was a flash of embarrassment. But it was quickly replaced by something else, deeper desire.

The two male jaquins stared at each other for a heartbeat, understanding passing between them without a word spoken. This was not a challenge but an invitation.

Zuzo, ever the trickster, took a step back, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Ah, it seems we have another player in our game,” he said, his voice a low, seductive purr.

Skylar’s gaze flicked to the fox spirit and then back to Mateo. He licked his lips, his eyes darkening with need. With a nod, he turned, presenting himself to Mateo, his tail lifting in submission.
Mateo’s cock was already hard again at the sight of his 'fellow', and he approached with a sense of excitement that was new and thrilling. He hadn’t anticipated this turn of events, but he was not about to pass up the opportunity.
With a gentle nudge, he pushed against Skylar’s hips, urging him to move into a more suitable position. The male jaquin complied, his legs spreading wider, his paws digging into the soft earth of the forest floor. The sound of leaves crunching and fur brushing together was a delicious symphony of anticipation.
Mateo positioned himself, the tip of his cock nudging against the tight opening that was already glistening with Skylar’s excitement. He watched the play of emotions across the other jaquin’s face desire, apprehension, and a hint of challenge. He knew this was a moment neither of them would forget.

With a deep breath, he pushed forward, feeling the heat and tightness of Skylar’s body as he entered him, his dick slipped in with easy, proving that Skylar was having 'fun' before they get there. The male guardian let out a low growl of pleasure that was echoed by the fox spirit’s chuckle. The three of them were locked in a dance as old as the forest itself, an act of lust and power.
Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, their cries of pleasure blending with the night sounds. The fox spirit watched with rapt attention, his tail swishing in time with their rhythm. The sight of two such powerful creatures joined in passion was an erotic spectacle that fueled his own desire.

The scent of arousal grew stronger, a potent aphrodisiac that seemed to fill the very air around them. The forest itself seemed to pulse with life, drawn in by their mating. The trees leaned closer, their branches swaying as if to encourage the lovers on.
As Mateo’s thrusts grew more urgent, Skylar reached back, his paws digging into the dirt, his eyes never leaving Mateo’s. There was something primal in that look, something that spoke of a bond that went beyond friendship or duty.

Zuzo’s eyes gleamed, his own arousal growing with every passing second. He knew when to observe and when to participate, and the moment was ripe for the latter. He stepped closer, his own cock now fully erect, the tip glistening with precum.

Without breaking their rhythm, Mateo leaned down, his tongue flicking out to taste the fox spirit’s arousal. The salty sweetness of it only served to drive him higher, his hips pumping harder and faster. Skylar’s whimpers grew louder, his body trembling with each impact.

Zuzo smiled, he always thought Jaquins were sexy kitties, as he leaned in, his breath warm against Mateo’s ear. “Take him, my pet. Claim him as yours, as I have claimed you,” he whispered, his voice a sultry promise of more to come.


Mateo approached Skylar, his own arousal evident in every step. Skylar, for his part, seemed torn between shock and excitement. But when Mateo leaned in, his teeth grazing the other jaquin’s ear, the decision was made. With a whimper, Skylar rolled onto his back, exposing his feline ass and exposed dick the night air.

Mateo’s cock twitched in anticipation as he took in the sight before him. He could see the desire in Skylar’s eyes, the need that mirrored his own. It was a heady feeling, to know that he could give this pleasure, to take what he wanted.
With a grace that seemed almost unreal, Mateo mounted Skylar, his cock sliding into the other male without hesitation. The two of them moved together, a pile of fur and claws and teeth. The fox watched them with a knowing smile, his own arousal clear in the way his tail twitched back and forth.
Skylar’s paws scraped at the ground, his body arching to meet Mateo’s every thrust. The fox spirit’s eyes never left them, his gaze a silent encouragement to take things further. And so, as they moved together, Mateo reached out with his tail, brushing it against Skylar’s protruding cock.

The male jaquin’s eyes widened in pleasure, his body jerking at the unexpected touch. He looked to the fox, who nodded his approval, a mischievous spark in his eyes. With newfound confidence, Mateo began to stroke Skylar’s cock in time with his thrusts, feeling the other male’s muscles tighten around him.

Their movements grew more frenzied, the sounds of skin on fur and the wet slap of their coupling filling the air. The forest itself seemed to hold its breath, watching the trio with a silent, hungry gaze.
And as they reached their peak, all three of them coming together in a symphony of pleasure, they knew that this was only the beginning.

Skylar’s eyes rolled back in his head, his breaths coming in ragged pants as Mateo’s cock plunged into him again and again. The feeling of the fox spirit’s tail brushing against his body was like a caress from an unseen lover, adding to the sensory overload.

“Good kitty,” purred Zuzo, his eyes glinting with amusement and lust. He watched intently, his tail swishing faster as the two jaquins approached their climax. His own arousal was clear, his cock standing proud and glistening in the moonlight.
Mateo’s strokes grew more confident, his body moving in a rhythm that seemed to resonate with the very earth beneath them. He could feel Skylar’s orgasm building, the male’s body tensing and quivering with each thrust. With a final, powerful stroke, Mateo reached his peak, his seed spurting deep inside Skylar as the other male let out a strangled cry, his cock moving under the fox’s gentle ministrations.

The clearing was filled with the scent of their mating, a potent musk that seemed to make the very air thick with lust. They collapsed together, a tangle of fur and limbs, panting and spent.
Zuzo stepped closer, his tail still moving in that slow, hypnotic pattern. He reached out, his paws deftly tracing lines along Skylar’s flank, the touch light and teasing. The male jacin shivered, his eyes slitting open to watch the fox spirit with a mix of desire and curiosity.
Zuzo’s paws continued to roam over Skylar’s body, now tracing patterns on his exposed stomach. His touch was feather-light, yet it sent shivers through Skylar’s fur. Meanwhile, Mateo had shifted into a missionary position, his cock buried deep inside Skylar, his eyes gleaming with a newfound sense of dominance.

Zuzo’s paws wandered over Skylar’s body, tracing the contours of his muscles with a gentle yet insistent touch. The fox spirit’s movements grew more deliberate as he reached Skylar’s belly, his claws lightly raking the soft fur. Skylar’s breath hitched, his body responding to the sensation with a shiver that ran from his nose to the tip of his tail.
Mateo’s paws gripped Skylar’s hips, holding him in place as he claimed him, their bodies moving in a dance that was as ancient as the stars above. The fox’s touch grew more possessive, his claws digging in slightly, a silent reminder of the power dynamics at play.

Mateo took his place over Skylar, his cock once again slick with need as he positioned himself to enter the male jaquin’s willing body. The fox spirit’s touch grew bolder, his paws roaming over Skylar’s exposed stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Skylar moaned softly, his eyes never leaving Mateo’s, a silent plea for more.
The sensation was exquisite, a mix of pleasure and pain that seemed to sharpen his senses even further. The fox’s tail continued its hypnotic dance, teasing and tickling Skylar’s cock, keeping him on the edge of orgasm.
Zuzo’s paws continued to roam over Skylar’s body, his touch gentle yet commanding. He traced the lines of his abs with a knowing smile, his claws scraping lightly against the soft fur, eliciting a whine of pleasure from the male feline. Skylar’s legs were spread wide, his body open and vulnerable to Mateo’s powerful thrusts.
Mateo’s eyes were alight with a fierce possessiveness as he claimed Skylar, his hips bouncing in a steady rhythm that spoke of his dominance. The fox spirit’s touch was a heady mix of pain and pleasure, a reminder that they were all bound by the same instinctual need.

Skylar’s moans grew louder as Mateo’s cock plunged into him, the sensation of fullness and submission overwhelming. His paws clutched at the grass, his body writhing beneath the other two, lost in the intensity of the moment. The mere thought of being fucked sent a thrill through him that was almost too much to bear.

But it was the look in Mateo’s eyes that truly sealed his fate. There was something primal, something irresistible in the way the jaquin stared down at him, his own eyes glazed with desire. Skylar knew, without a doubt, that he was being satisfied as well.

Skylar whimpered, his body trembling as Mateo’s cock slammed into him, filling him completely. He felt the fox’s paws, softer than any he’d ever felt before, caressing his belly,
With a growl of triumph, Mateo slammed into Skylar, his hips moving with a ferocity that was both thrilling and terrifying. The male jaquin’s eyes widened, a cry torn from his throat as he was filled once more. The fox spirit’s touch grew more insistent, his claws digging into Skylar’s flesh as he watched the rapture play out before him.

The sight of Skylar’s submission was thrilling, a reminder of his own encounter with the fox spirit. He knew that he too could lose himself in the heat of the moment, becoming a small kitty.

Zuzo leaned down, his teeth grazing the tender skin of Skylar’s neck. The male jacin trembled, his eyes closing in anticipation. With a quick snap, the fox spirit bit down, marking him as his own. A sharp cry of pleasure pierced the night, and Mateo could see the bite marks already forming, a visible sign of their union.
The three of them continued, their bodies moving in motion as they give themselves to pleasure. The fox’s touch grew more insistent, his paws pushing Skylar’s legs apart. The male jaquin whimpered, his body shaking with desire, as he offered himself up to be claimed once more.


Mateo took his place beside them, his tail swishing with excitement. He knew that he was part of this trio now, that his fate was tied to theirs in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying. As the fox spirit’s cock slid into Skylar’s waiting hole, Mateo leaned in, his tongue tracing a path along the other male’s jaw, tasting the salt of his sweat.

Mateo, fueled by the raw instincts of his jaquin form, plunged into Skylar once more, his hips moving in a wild, erratic rhythm. Skylar’s moans grew louder, his body arching in pleasure with every thrust. The fox, ever the master of guidance, climbed onto the male jaquin’s back, his lithe body straddling Skylar’s shoulders.

“Good kitty,” he whispered in Skylar’s ear, his hot breath sending shivers down the male’s spine. “Good pet,” he cooed, nipping at the soft fur around Skylar’s neck. The words were like a spell, reducing Skylar to a quivering mess beneath them.

Zuzo’s tail wrapped around Skylar’s throat, a gentle yet firm reminder of his place. He leaned down, capturing Skylar’s mouth in a deep, demanding kiss that left the male panting for air. His tongue danced with Skylar’s, a tease of what was to come. The taste of the fox spirit was unlike anything Skylar had ever experienced it was like tasting the essence of the forest itself, it made sense as Zuzo's guide nature.
Mateo’s thrusts grew more forceful, his body moving with the instinctual need of an animal in heat. He could feel Skylar’s muscles clenching around him, the male’s paws digging into the soft earth as he was claimed over and over again. The sound of their mating filled the clearing.

His hips continued to buck against Skylar’s, the two of them locked in a feral embrace as he filled the male feline with his essence.
With a low growl, Mateo bit down on Skylar’s neck, claiming him as his own. The bite was not hard enough to draw blood, but it was a declaration of dominance, a promise of protection. Skylar’s body quivered with pleasure, and he pushed back against the fox, his muscles relaxing to allow entry.
Skylar’s eyes rolled back in his head, his body shuddering with the force of his own climax. The feel of Mateo’s teeth sinking into his neck was unexpected, but the sensation sent a bolt of pure ecstasy through him. He cried out, his body arching as he spilled his seed between his paws, the warmth of it mixing with the damp earth beneath them.

The bite was not one of pain but of possession, a mark that claimed Skylar as Mateo’s in the most primal way possible. And as the pleasure subsided, leaving them both gasping for breath.
Zuzo stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with an inner fire. He reached out with one paw, stroking the side of Skylar’s face with a tenderness that belied his mischievous nature. The male jaquin leaned into the touch, his eyes fluttering closed as he basked in the warmth of the fox’s affection.

Mateo’s cock throbbed as he pulled out of Skylar, the sensation of emptiness briefly overwhelming before it was replaced by a renewed need. He watched as the fox spirit stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Without a word, he positioned himself behind the male jaquin, his cock nudging against the tight opening that had so recently been filled by Mateo.

Zuzo’s cock slid in with surprising ease, a testament to the male jacin’s readiness. The fox spirit began to move, his hips rocking in a steady rhythm that had Skylar moaning and writhing beneath them. Mateo’s teeth remained clamped down, feeling the pulse of Skylar’s blood beneath the skin, his own orgasm still resonating through his body.

With a final, powerful thrust, Skylar came again, his body shaking with the intensity of his release. The fox spirit followed suit, his seed joining Mateo’s deep inside the male jacin. They remained connected for a moment longer, their breaths mingling in the cool night air.

Then, with a final chuckle, Zuzo pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined fluids. He stepped back, his eyes never leaving the two males as they lay tangled together, panting and exhausted. “You both are quite delightful,” he said, his voice a purr of satisfaction.

Mateo released his bite, his tongue flicking out to lick the small wound. Skylar shivered, his eyes opening to look up at him. There was something in that gaze that spoke of more than just physical pleasure.

Mateo watched as the fox spirit claimed Skylar with a ferocity that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Skylar’s cries grew louder, his body tightening around the fox spirit’s cock as he approached his climax. It was clear that the fox knew exactly what he was doing, his movements precise and demanding. The male jacin’s eyes were squeezed shut, his face a mask of pleasure and pain as he was filled to the brim.

Pulling out, Zuzo looked down at Skylar with a smug expression, his eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and mischief. “Good job, my dear,” he purred, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Surely this kitty is pregnant with our seed inside him now.”

Mateo’s eyes widened in shock at the fox’s words, his mind racing. It was true that they were all males, but the spirit’s confidence was un-shakeable. The very idea of it was absurd, yet the magic they had all experienced was unlike anything they had ever known. Was it truly possible for such a thing to happen?

Skylar, still panting from the intensity of his climax, opened his eyes to look at the fox spirit with a mix of awe and skepticism.

Zuzo’s eyes gleamed with excitement as he stepped back, watching the two felines with a predatory gaze. “Good job, my dears,” he said, his voice low and sultry.

Mateo’s heart raced as the fox spirit approached, his cock standing tall once more. He knew what was about to happen, and the anticipation was almost too much to bear. As if reading his thoughts, the fox spirit leaned in close, whispering in his ear, “Now, I will fuck you, Mateo, while you also fuck Skylar again. Let us ascend to new heights of pleasure and unity.”
As Mateo thrust into Skylar, the fox spirit’s cock filled him from behind, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity Skylar’s willing body, he felt the fox’s cock breach his own, a sensation that was both new and exhilarating. The two spirits moved in perfect harmony, each thrust driving them deeper.
With renewed vigor, Mateo turned to face the Zuzo, his cock standing tall and proud once again. He felt a primal urge to claim Skylar in every way possible, to ensure that their primal desire was well satisfied.

Zuzo watched them both, his eyes gleaming with hunger. He approached, his glowing cock a beacon in the night. Without a word, he positioned himself behind Mateo, his fur brushing against the jaquin’s as he pushed inside. The feeling was overwhelming, the sensation of being filled by the fox spirit’s cock while simultaneously claiming Skylar’s body beneath him.

As they reached their climax, all three of them tumbled to the ground, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. The clearing was thick with the scent of their mating, a heady perfume that seemed to cling to their fur and skin.
Skylar lay on his side, his belly visibly distended, a soft moan escaping his lips as he tried to process the sensations. The mark on his neck, where Mateo had bitten him, burned with a gentle warmth. It was a reminder of their bond, a symbol of the power that now flowed between them.

Zuzo, the fox spirit, stepped back, his own cock still hard and gleaming with the evidence of their union. He looked down at Skylar with a knowing smile, his eyes filled with a strange mix of affection and calculation. “He is still young, but he will be fine,” he murmured.

Mateo watched with a fierce protectiveness as the fox spirit spoke. The idea that Skylar could be harmed was unbearable, but he knew that Zuzo’s words were true.

As they finally pulled apart, Skylar collapsed onto the ground, his legs giving out beneath him. His belly bulged obscenely, a testament to the seed that had been planted within him. The mark on his neck burned like a brand, a reminder of his submission and fun.

Zuzo stepped back, his fur glowing with a fiery light. He looked down at Skylar with a mix of pride and concern. “He is still young,” he murmured again, his voice a low purr, this time dealing pearl of wisdom “I hope when the time comes for him to deliver, he does not die from the strain of carrying our young.”

The reality of their union settled over them like a warm, heavy blanket. The possibility of Skylar bearing their offspring was both thrilling and terrifying. Yet, as they looked into each other’s eyes, they knew that they would face whatever came next together.

Mateo licked at the mark on Skylar’s neck, a gesture of comfort and ownership. Skylar whimpered, his body still sensitive from the intense mating. He felt vulnerable and exposed, but also loved.
They lay there for a few moments, the only sound their heavy breathing. The forest around them had gone quiet, as if it too was watching the unfolding drama with bated breath. The night air was thick with the scent of their desire, a heady perfume that seemed to hang in the air like mist.
"So, Skylar is pregnant with your of mine?" Mateo asked Zuzo while rubbing Skylar's belly
"I could be a perfect guide but I don't have all the answers either...."

 A rustle of leaves and a flash of gold caught their attention. A second jaquin, Cruz, came bounding into the clearing, his eyes wide with shock. “Ok, Skylar, I’m ready... what in the name of the ancients is going on here?” His voice was a mix of confusion and excitement, his eyes darting from Mateo to Skylar and finally landing on the fox, who was watching the scene with a knowing smirk.

Cruz took in the sight before him: Skylar, his fur matted with cum and sweat, his legs still spread in a display of submission; Mateo, his own cock still hard and gleaming, standing over the other male; and the mysterious fox spirit, whose glowing fur seemed to pulse with power.
For a moment, no one spoke. Then, Skylar pushed himself up onto his elbows, a dazed look on his face. “It’s... it’s nothing,” he stuttered, his cheeks flushing a darker shade of pink.

Mateo looked up at his friend, a smug grin spreading across his muzzle. “We were just... playing a game, weren’t we, Skylar?”

The blue-dotted jaquin nodded weakly, his body still trembling from the intensity of their mating.

Zuzo stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Ah, but it’s no ordinary game, my dear Cruz. It’s a game of power and passion, a dance of the spirits that few are ever lucky enough to experience.”

Cruz’s eyes narrowed, his curiosity piqued. Secretly he and Skylar would meet here to relieve together while support each other's lust desires. But as he looked at the two males before him, their bodies still entwined in the aftermath of their union, he couldn’t help but feel a spark of jealousy.

He took a tentative step closer, his own cock beginning to thicken at the sight. The fox spirit’s eyes flicked to him, and he felt a sudden heat in his veins, a desire so strong it was almost painful.

“Would you like to play, too, my little warrior?” purred Zuzo, his voice a seductive caress.

Cruz’s mind raced with possibilities, with thoughts of what it would be like to submit to the fox’s will, to be filled with the same power that had claimed Mateo and Skylar. He took a deep breath, his decision made. “Yes,” he said, his voice firm.

Zuzo’s smile grew wider, and he approached the newcomer with the grace of a predator stalking its prey. He circled around Cruz, his tail flicking out to trace the other male’s flanks. The jaquin’s eyes were wide, his breathing shallow, but he made no move to escape.

Zuzo’s smile grew, his teeth glinting in the moonlight. “Excellent,” he purred, circling around the newcomer.
Zuzo stopped behind Cruz, his tail brushing against the male jacin’s flank. He leaned in, his hot breath tickling the fur of his ear. “Kneel, warrior,” he whispered, his voice a sultry command.

With a shiver of anticipation, Cruz did as he was told. His legs trembled as he lowered himself to the ground.
As Mateo claimed Skylar once more, he watched as the fox spirit’s tongue delved deeper into Cruz’s ass. The male jacin whimpered, his body tightening with each stroke. It was clear that he was unused to such attentions, but the sounds of his pleasure grew louder with each pass.

Mateo watched, his own cock growing hard again as he listened to the whimpers of pleasure from Skylar beneath him. He began to thrust once more, his movements punctuated by the wet sounds of their mating. The male jaquin’s eyes were closed, his body trembling with each push, but he made no move to protest or resist. As Mateo continued to pound into Skylar, his movements growing more erratic with every passing moment.
Zuzo’s tail swished with excitement as he licked a path up and down the crevice of Cruz’s ass, his eyes locked on the male’s tight hole. He could feel the other two watching him, their eyes burning into his fur as he worked his magic. With a final, lingering swipe, he pushed his tongue inside, the taste of the male’s arousal making his own cock throb with need.

Cruz moaned, his body shivering at the intrusion. It was a sensation unlike anything he had ever experienced, and his mind reeled with the intensity of it. He felt a strange mix of fear and desire, but the latter was quickly winning out.

Zuzo pulled away from Cruz, his tongue glistening with saliva. “It seems our little kitty is quite the obedient one,” he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. He stepped aside, gesturing for Mateo to take his place.

Mateo didn’t need to be asked twice. He moved behind Skylar, his cock sliding back into the welcoming heat of Skylar’s body. He watched as Zuzo approached, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
“And now, it’s my turn to be claimed,” he said, a seductive smile playing across his muzzle.

Surprise flickered in the fox spirit’s eyes, quickly replaced by intrigue. He stepped back, his tail swishing with excitement. “So eager, my little warrior?”

Without warning, Cruz lunged at the fox, his body a blur of gold fur and power. He tackled the spirit to the ground, the force of his passion surprisingly strong. The fox let out a yelp of surprise, but it was quickly swallowed by a moan as he felt the feline’s cock press against his own tight hole. Their fur mingled as they rolled together, the fox’s lithe body no match for the robust male jaquin’s brute strength. But it was clear that the canine was not truly fighting, his eyes were half-lidded with desire, his cock already hard against Cruz’s fur.

Mateo watched with a mix of amazement and lust as Cruz claimed Zuzo that had so thoroughly seduced them both. There was something thrilling about watching the tables turn, about seeing the predator become the prey.

With a snarl, Cruz mounted the fox, his hips moving with a primal instinct that seemed almost feral. Zuzo’s eyes rolled back in his head, his body arching in pleasure. It was clear that he enjoyed the rough treatment, his moans growing louder with each powerful thrust.
With a swiftness that defied his bulk, Cruz mounted the fox, his cock sliding into the tight, furry channel with a moan that was part triumph, part pleasure. “I am the alpha here, fox!” he growled, his eyes gleaming with a fierce possessiveness.

As the minutes stretched on, the intensity grew too great to be contained. With a roar, Cruz leaped into the air, his powerful legs carrying them both off the ground. The fox’s eyes went wide with shock, but he did not resist. Instead, he wrapped his legs around the male jaquin’s waist, his claws digging into his fur.
Cruz's powerful wings beating the air. The fox followed, his own body and shimmering fur-covered.
Zuzo’s eyes flashed with a mix of surprise and excitement. He had not anticipated this turn of events, but he was not one to back down from a challenge. He bucked his hips up, meeting the male jaquin’s every thrust with an eagerness that seemed to spur Cruz on.
Cruz’s eyes narrowed, his teeth bared in a fierce grin. He had never felt more alive, more in control.

Their movements grew more frenzied, their bodies moving as one as they approached the brink of climax. The fox’s eyes rolled back in his head, his cries of pleasure mixing with the male jaquin’s grunts.
And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very earth beneath them, it was over. Cruz’s cock trembled, filling the fox spirit with his seed, marking him as his own. Their bodies remained locked together, the rhythm of their lovemaking unbroken even as they flew.

As they reached the apex of their flight, Zuzo’s tail swiped at Cruz’s face, one last ditch action to try to be 'better' than him. The male jaquin growled, his eyes never leaving the fox’s. “Skylar may be submissive, but I am not!” he declared, his voice a mix of challenge and lust. Cruz’s hind legs pumped, his muscles flexing as he held onto his lovers with all his might. His eyes never left the fox spirit’s, a silent challenge passing between them. “I will even made Skylar mine, just for being the king's son doesn't mean he can't be tamed!” he roared, the words torn from his chest, a hint of jealously on it.

They soared through the night sky, their bodies still joined, the wind rushing past them in a symphony of sensations. The feeling of weightlessness was exhilarating, a stark contrast to the grounded, earthy passion they had shared just moments before.
With a roar that seemed to shake the very wind from the clouds, Cruz began to fuck the fox with a ferocity that was both mesmerizing and a little frightening to watch. Skylar and Mateo could only stare, their own mating momentarily forgotten as they took in the sight before them.

“Is that so?” he purred, his voice a challenge in itself. “And what makes you think you can claim me just as easy as Mateo and I did to Skylar, little warrior?”

Cruz growled in response, his hips moving faster, his cock claiming the fox with a fierce passion that was as surprising as it was thrilling. “Because I am stronger than you!” he snarled, each word punctuated by a powerful thrust.

Their mating continued in mid-air, the two of them locked together in a passionate embrace that seemed to defy gravity itself. The wind whipped around them, their cries of pleasure lost in the night.
With a snarl, he slammed down hard, his cock burying itself to the hilt in the fox’s body. The sound was like a thunderclap in the quiet night, echoing through the trees.
With a rough, powerful thrust, Cruz claimed the fox’s body, his own climax crashing over him like a wave. The clearing was filled with the sounds of their passion, the air thick with the scent of their arousal.
With more, gasping thrusts, Cruz emptied himself into the Zuzo, his body shaking with the intensity of his orgasm. He pulled out, his cock still hard and glistening with cum. With a final, powerful thrust, Cruz roared his release, his cock pulsing inside the fox spirit. The energy that had built between them seemed to crackle in the air, and the fox’s fur grew even brighter with the influx of power.

Zuzo’s body quivered, his eyes rolling back in his head. He had never felt so alive, so claimed. He had underestimated the jacin, but it was clear that he was in the presence of a true alpha.

He turned to look at Mateo and Skylar, his eyes gleaming with a newfound hunger.

Below them, Skylar whimpered with each thrust, his body already pushed to its limits by the night’s events. Yet, as he felt the weight of Mateo’s body pressing down on him, his own cock grew hard again. The pain and pleasure were indistinguishable, a delicious cocktail that made him want to submit even more.
Mateo pulled out of Skylar with a wet pop, the male jaquin’s body trembling from the prolonged use. He licked at the cum that coated his cock, tasting the essence of his lover. Skylar’s eyes fluttered open, his gaze locking onto Mateo’s as he licked his lips and kiss his snout.
Mateo’s eyes never left the sight above him, his own movements growing more erratic as he watched his friend take the lead. He could feel his own orgasm building once more, the thought of their newfound invite over the fox spirit his blood boil.

Turning to the trembling Skylar, who lay on the ground watching the scene with a mix of fear and excitement, he growled low in his throat. The smaller jaquin looked up at him, his eyes wide and pleading. He knew what was coming, had felt it in the air since the moment he had stumbled upon them.
Mateo’s paws found their way to Skylar’s swollen belly, his touch gentle and possessive. The young jaquin shivered, his thoughts racing with the possibility of what the future held for them.
Mateo stepped aside, watching with a smirk as the dynamics of their trio shifted once more. He had felt the tension between Cruz and Skylar for some time, and now it was coming to a head. It was a thrilling turn of events, one that he knew would lead to an explosive climax.

The three of them moved together with an instinctual understanding, different degree of dominance and desire over them that was kind of natural. Skylar’s legs were forced apart as he was pinned to the ground by his new alpha, and he knew that there was no escape.

Cruz’s cock, slick with the fox’s fluids, slammed into Skylar’s tight opening, making the male jaquin cry out. The sound was a mix of pain and pleasure, a keening wail that seemed to echo through the night.

Mateo watched as Skylar was fucked ever again, his own need growing once again. The sight of Skylar being taken so roughly, so completely, was intoxicating. He felt his cock swell once more, his own need for the submissive male becoming more intense by the second.
Also Mateo felt out of the place, HE was Skylar's taker, he growled a bit trying to contain himself...
Cruz stalked closer, his gaze raking over Skylar’s exposed form. The male jacin’s belly was indeed swollen, a testament to the fox spirit’s power and the seed he had taken. The white spots on his fur stood out in stark contrast to the rest of his pelt, almost as if they were marks of ownership.
Cruz began to circle the smaller male, his eyes never leaving Skylar’s. Each step was calculated, each movement a silent declaration of intent. Zuzo and Mateo watched them, his own cock twitching with interest as he recognized the dynamic shift.

“Cruz, I...” Skylar stammered out, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal. The thought of being claimed by his friend, of being used and owned by the male, was something he had never considered.

Mateo’s eyes met those of the fox spirit, and he could see the challenge there. “You wish to claim Skylar?” the fox purred, his tail swishing in the dirt.

Cruz nodded, his eyes gleaming with a fierce possessiveness that took even Mateo by surprise. “Yes,” he rumbled. “But I want something in return. You’ve planted your seed in him. Now, I want to do the same I want to breed him, fill him with our combined power, until he’s swollen with it, unable to take any more. Will you allow it?”

Zuzo’s smile grew, his eyes gleaming with mischief...

Mateo, still buried inside Skylar, couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. He had never seen the usually stoic feline like this, so consumed by passion and the desire to assert his dominance. He leaned down, licking at Skylar’s ear. “You like that idea, don’t you?” he murmured.

"Its all yours...." Zuzo said smiling

Cruz took the invitation eagerly, his cock sliding into the young jaquin’s tight, well-used hole. The male’s body was still trembling from his last climax, but the pain of being re-entered was soon lost in the overwhelming sensation of fullness. Cruz positioned himself, his cock pressing against the tight opening of Skylar’s ass. He pushed in with a slow, deliberate force, watching as the male’s body stretched to accommodate him.

The sound of Skylar’s whimpers grew louder as Cruz began to move, his hips slamming into the male’s body with a ferocity that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Cruz looked down at Skylar, his chest heaving. He knew that he had to have more, to claim him in the same way that he had claimed the fox. He stepped around Skylar again, clearly enjoying his moment, his cock still hard and demanding.
Cruz looked down at Skylar, his chest heaving. He knew that he had to have more, to claim him in the same way that he had claimed the fox. He stepped closer, his cock still hard and demanding.
Skylar’s eyes widened, but he made no move to protest. Instead, he spread his legs even further apart, inviting his new alpha in. With a growl of approval, he lined himself up and pushed inside, feeling the male jacin’s body tighten around him.

He leaned down, his cock sliding into Skylar’s sore ass with surprising ease. The male jacin’s body was still relaxed and open from the earlier mating, a testament to his submission.
Pinning Skylar down with a strong paw to his head, Cruz began to thrust in earnest, his movements powerful and possessive. The male jaquin beneath him moaned and writhed.

Skylar whimpered as he felt Cruz’s cock fill him, the sensation almost too much to bear. His body was sore, his ass stretched to the point of pain, but he wanted it. He needed it. He craved the feeling of belonging that came from their rough mating and handling.

Mateo watched with a mix of hunger and possessiveness as Cruz’s cock disappeared inside Skylar. Cruz entered Skylar, his cock sliding into the well-used hole with surprising ease.

With a powerful thrust, Mateo buried himself inside Zuzo, their bodies joining in a fiery embrace. The fox’s eyes rolled back in his head, a soundless cry of pleasure escaping his lips as he was filled.
The four of them moved together, a tangle of limbs and fur, each one claiming and being claimed in turn.
Zuzo’s paws dug into the ground, his body arching as he felt the jacin’s cock hit just the right spot. He knew he was close, could feel his own orgasm building deep within him.

Mateo’s hips snapped back, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, eliciting a gasp from the Zazu. He could feel the fox’s tight channel gripping him, milking him for every drop of his seed. Mateo’s mind was racing as he continued to fuck the fox. He felt his cum spurt into the fox’s tight body, claiming him in the most primal way possible.

Zuzo’s eyes rolled back, his body arching in pleasure...
With a roar that seemed to shake the very earth, Mateo reached his climax, filling Zuzo with his hot cum. The loop of light grew brighter, and suddenly, it snapped shut, enveloping them all in a burst of power that seemed to resonate through their very bones.
Mateo pulled out of the fox with a wet sound, his cock still pulsing with the aftershocks of his climax. He looked down at the spirit, a mix of awe and adoration in his eyes.

“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
Zuzo chuckled, his eyes shining with satisfaction. “The pleasure was all mine, my dear sexy feline...." The lusty guide said licking Mateo's rounded snout.

Cruz lay beside them, his fur damp with sweat and cum. His eyes were glazed over, his mind lost in the haze of pleasure and power. He looked so different, so alive in a way that Mateo had never seen before. The bond between them was stronger now, forged in the heat of passion and the sharing of something so primal.
Zuzo lay nearby, his eyes closed in slumber. His fur had lost some of its fiery glow, but the power within him was still palpable. Mateo knew that the fox spirit would always be a part of them now, a silent partner in their triad. He watched as the spirit’s chest rose and fell with each breath, feeling a strange sense of protectiveness towards him.
Cruz lay beside them, his own body still taut with the aftershocks of pleasure. His gaze was fixed on Skylar’s belly, a look of wonder and disbelief in his eyes. He reached out a paw to touch the protrusion, his own cock twitching with renewed interest.

With a sigh, he pulled out of the exhausted male, his cock glistening with cum and sweat. He lay down beside the fox spirit, his body feeling heavy with the weight of the night’s exertions. Cruz, still riding the high of his newfound dominance, settled down beside Skylar, his arm and wing draped protectively over the smaller male’s body. He whispered sweet nothings into his ear, his eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.

As dawn began to break, the light of the rising sun kissed their fur, casting a golden glow across the clearing. The four animals lay together, their bodies tangled in a mess of limbs and tails. They were exhausted, but their spirits were alive with the knowledge that they were carrying life within them. Skylar’s belly was the most noticeably swollen belly, a clear indication of the seed and the potential life growing within him, that had been planted within him.