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"Oh? It doesn't want to come out today?"

"I-I told you now is a bad time."

An eager MC nuzzles into the lower belly of Bilheteiro, their mate, their claws playfully prodding at the slit between his legs. They sit curled up under his desk, body nestled between his legs, eyes fixated on the flesh bared before them as Bil's pants scrunch halfway down his thighs.

Bil himself looks incredibly, deliciously, and so endearingly flustered. And even... embarrassed. Something that was rare to see. He sits stiffly in his chair, tense as his mate tries to initiate. Their rut had ended, but alas, they were still a young adult, making them difficult to keep up with at times.

MC narrows their eyes before trying one last time to coax out his stubborn cock, running their broad, forked black tongue over his slit. Bil shudders, but nothing in his groin even flinches. He can feel the heat of humiliation flood into his face, something that doesn't go unnoticed by his mate.

"Aw, don't be embarrassed." they coo, reaching up to take off his mask. Their hand it quickly met by Bil's, who quickly swats it away.

"Don't. I'm still working." he corrects briskly, adjusting in his seat and beginning to lean over his paperwork again.

MC furrows their brows, unamused. He really thought they would stop trying just because he was having a bad day? They could tell something was off with him. He seemed...a little sadder and more nostalgic than usual. And more...pent up. Something was wrong, and they would fix it. Or at least get him to forget his worries for a bit.

"You really think I'm going to let that stop me?" they huff, exasperated. They then begin to scramble out from under the desk, clumsily knocking into it a few times due to their sheer size. They insisted on sitting beneath it by his feet however, even though it would be much easier if they were smaller, like human size. Oh well! Once free from the desk, they stand, beginning to undo some of the buttons of their clothes.

"If it won't come out to me, I'll just go in to meet it." they declare smugly, their gaze already growing more intense as it bores down on him.

"What?!-"

"Why not? You've done it to me plenty of times. Besides..." They lean down over him, planting their clawed hands on either side of the backrest. "You didn't end up carrying any pups for me. I think it's only fair I get to top again."

"You were serious about that? Oh, I should have never let you-" he rolls his eyes as he begins to chastise.

"Oh shut up, old man. I know you loved it." they scoff, although their eyes gleam gleefully at the memory. "There's no denying it. Let me take care of you again." Their voice drops to a hushed growl, purple slitted pupils flicking across his mask for his consent.

Before he responds, they can smell his arousal growing and see in the way his tense body starts to yield that it's a yes.

"Fine. If you absolutely must have me now." he sighs, although his eyes reveal the endearment and excitement.

Beaming with satisfaction, MC leans over his shoulder and grabs a mouthful of his mane again, lifting him up out of the chair and dragging him towards his bed. His legs knock the chair backwards, causing it to fall to the floor with a soft thud.

"Oh for God's sake, again with the mane dragging?!" Bil complains before he's dropped onto his bed. He lets out a small huff, before quickly taking his shoes off and adjusting himself into a sit. MC meanwhile wastes no time removing their clothes, a pile quickly forming at their feet. They loom closer to their mate, their expression already impatient.

"Are you going to get undressed or do I have to do it for you?" they ask with a soft growl. Their mate responds quickly, shedding each piece of clothing with surprising efficiency. Usually, he made them wait by slowly removing piece by piece every time they "earned" it, and then would meticulously fold it in a neat pile while they watched. But this time, he knew better. Even as he moves quickly however, they can't help but fling his shirt away as soon as it's unbuttoned, before pinning him to the bed. Their hand reaches for his mask, quickly pulling it off.

"You don't get to hide your face from me. I need to see every little reaction." they growl, voice dropping lower. Bil's full, flustered, heated face is finally revealed for them to see, and already, they're basking in his vulnerability.

They give him a quick lick on the cheek before slowly sliding themselves back between his legs, their hands excitedly placing themselves on his inner thighs before pushing them open. Their tongue darts out to lick their lips eagerly, before leaning in.

A clawed finger lightly traces around the entrance of his slit, subtly warning him before it carefully slips inside. They're mindful of their claw, making sure it doesn't poke or scratch anything too sensitive inside. It quickly finds what it's looking for just a few inches in: warm, stringy wetness. Looks like their efforts weren't for nothing after all.

Once their finger is withdrawn, MC gives it a quick teasing lick, cleaning up the discovered pre while keeping eye contact. Their ears don't miss the small groan their mate makes in response. Their hands then grab onto his hips, holding him in place while their tongue runs over the outside again. What they did before had clearly worked, so now all they had to do was continue until that little hole of his was as slick as they needed.

Their tongue lovingly keeps lapping at him, running over his heated flesh with smooth, slow strokes, teasing his entrance. One hand then slides to the top of his lower belly, pressing down and massaging the stubborn cock nestled inside. Grunts, growls, and short moans start to escape from Bil, MC's sign that they were on the right path. They knew this wouldn't be enough to make him finish, but it was just right for milking all the pre they needed.

They keep their pace steady and continuous, tongue waiting until the sweet fluids find their way to it. As his noises become more frequent and louder, the two tips slip between the folds and begin to tentatively search. Almost instantly, they're met with his warm pre. They withdraw with a satisfied smirk, stopping their massaging and licking to sit up. Bil begins to make a pitiful moan before quickly catching himself and turning it into a gruff grunt.

"Patience," MC tells him smugly, lifting his legs and placing them on their shoulders. The change in position quickly silences him, his mismatched pupils growing wide.

MC aligns themself with the entrance of the slit, watching some of the pre leaking out. With a slow, measured thrust, they insert their tip inside and press in. Their pupils quickly grow wide as well as the sensation of his slit envelopes their cock. He's surprisingly soft, and warm...and it makes them wonder why they spent so much time cockwarming him when his holes were infinitely better. It was like a cozy silk lined pillow, cushioned by his softer body.

His leaked fluids work as natural lube, adding to the warm silkiness and allowing them to slide in further. It's heavenly. Who could have guessed this old man's body was so... wonderfully divine. And it was theirs...all theirs...

Their tip soon meets his, cueing them to stop. They wriggle and adjust their hips slightly, causing the two ends of their cocks to grind together. The action elicits some moans from both of them, and MC feels more pre fill the slit.

"See?" they pant softly. "This is perfect. We're both going to have a-"

Suddenly they both freeze at the sound of the tent flap lifting and closing as someone steps in.

"Ah. I wasn't aware you were busy."

Silence.

"Que porra é essa?"

...

MC can feel his arousal at his presence. He...he liked Jester being here? Their head snaps around to glare at the intruder. If there was anyone they could stand the least in the circus, it was Jester. He was always too close to their mate. Always making inside jokes they couldn't understand. Always standing right beside him, calling him nicknames, being affectionate. Bil swore it was just a friendship, but MC never bought it. And now, as their eyes scrutinize him, they notice his uniform isn't as...snug. The chest portion was slightly open, and he had just waltzed in like he had every right to be there....

Their head turns back to Bil, who now looks conflicted and even slightly...guilty. Something was going on here. This wasn't an accidental walk in.

"Forgive me, I'll let you get back to it." Jester begins as he turns back towards the tent flaps.

"Sit your purple ass down." MC snarls, stunning both of the men. Jester pauses, considering the demand, before slowly turning and lifting the fallen chair from earlier, positioning it to face the two on the bed.

"Interesting...request." Jester muses as he takes a seat in his usual majestic style.

"MC, what are you doing? Just let him leave." Bil pleads quietly beneath them.

"What's going on here? Why did you just walk in here looking like that?" MC barks instead. Their head then whips around to glare down at their mate. "And why do you look so guilty?"

"It's merely a misunderstanding. I meant no harm." Jester explains calmly in his usual airy voice.

"What is there to misunderstand? Did you think you were invited?" MC growls back.

Silence again.

The mane on MC's back starts to bristle as a low growl begins in their chest, growing louder the more they piece things together.

"Did you invite him?" they suddenly snap at Bil. Bil himself looks incredibly nervous and even guiltier than before. His mouth is slightly agape as his thoughts race to find an explanation.

"Bil, I think it's best you're honest here."

MC's eyes bore onto Ticket Taker, fierce and fiery, and on the cusp of burning the world down.

Bil sighs and nods, lifting a hand and running it through his hair nervously.

"I...may have invited him, yes." He pauses as stress and regret takes over his expression. With my... situation, recently, I thought he could...help. And I was feeling nostalgic so I thought...er...why not, for old time's sake...I figured you wouldn't want anything to do with me while I was...like this, anyway..." Bil finally explains, seemingly shrinking under his mate with each sentence.

MC is silent for a moment and does nothing but stare down at him while their lower eyelid twitches. Not only did he try to hook up with someone else behind their back, he sought...someone else for his issue. Thinking they were some kind of selfish lover that wouldn't want him. And of course it was Jester. They always knew there was something horribly fishy, awful, rotten between them. That...damn Jester thought he could just waltz in and have their mate again. Their mate, who they scent marked, clung to, slept with, bred, marked. Their mate, who was so obviously theirs. They could kill him, tear him to shreds, devour every trace of him so their mate would never have to think of him again-

"You...you went to someone else for your issue. Instead of just...talking to me." MC states with an eerily flat voice. "You... didn't think I would try to help, so you went to...your old fuck buddy, is that it?"

The silence in the room grows louder than any growl could. Bil was practically sweating bullets. He never had a reason to fear his mate before, yet now, he felt either him or Jester wouldn't leave the tent in one piece.

"Y-yes. I'm so sorry, my dear, I realize now that was incredibly stupid and selfish of me. I don't know what I was thinking. I promise nothing like this will ev-" Bil is quickly silenced with a heavy palm over the mouth.

"You..." MC slowly turns their head like a snake about to strike. "You knew he was mine. And you still came in here, accepting the invitation."

Jester remains calm, hands folded neatly in his lap. However, his posture is slightly tense. He had never seen this side of MC before. It was to his total surprise to even...see them on top of Bil. He always had the impression they had a pet and master dynamic with Bil... He may have underestimated MC a tad.

"I'm not here to cause issues with the relationship. Like I said, it was merely a misunderstanding. I believe it's best I should be going now-"

"Sit."

To everyone's surprise, including Jester's, he promptly takes a seat again. MC's frills twitch in agitation, their mane still bristled angrily.

"You miss fucking each other? Fine. I can allow one last time." MC begins with a growl. Both the men's eyebrows rise in surprise. "But you're staying right there in that chair until it's your turn." they add on, before mumbling under their breath with a lower growl. "Because you'll probably just try to meet up again later, so you might as well do it on my terms."

Everyone is silent for a moment before Jester tries one more time to defuse the situation.

"Are you sure you don't just want some alone time to ta-"

"Shut up. Don't say a word. Just sit there and watch. And you'll get your turn." MC snaps commandingly. Oh, he would get his turn alright. But after MC reminds him just who Bil belonged to. Thoroughly remind him. Burn the image into his brain. And when they were done... well, Bil wouldn't go unpunished either.

"MC, none of this is ne- ah-" Bil's words are quickly cut off by his moan as MC suddenly thrusts into his slit and grinds their tips together again.

MC wasn't a performer. They would never have their own tent, their own show, they didn't have tricks. They were simply a helping hand around the circus. Even their mask wasn't too unique, simply a variation of Bil's mask as they helped collect tickets and point guests in the right directions. But today? They would perform. They would put on the best performance of their life. One that made sure certain purple haired monsters knew to keep their greedy claws to themselves.

MC's hips begin to roll rhythmically against Bil's slit, sheathing themselves inside him. The soft folds of his walls caress their member with every thrust, more gently than these two had just handled their heart. While their hips work, their hands begin to wander his body, sliding up his soft sides, groping his chest, raking through his hair. They lean down over him, nearly folding him in half as his legs remain on their shoulders, to nuzzle, lick, and nibble on each sensitive area they had meticulously mapped out.

Each touch of theirs elicits moan from him, proving their expertise of his body and claim. They knew how to make him feel ecstasy, how to get him to lose his composure and become completely undone. This was their mate...their mate.

They begin to put more pressure on his body, their lower belly grinding against his to massage his sheathed cock again. Their hips roll in circles, making their tips circle each other in turn. They let out an indulgent moan, making sure to pour every ounce of pleasure they got from his soft inner walls into their voice. Their eyes glance over to Jester, who remains seated on the chair.

He sits in the same position as before, although his posture is much more stiff. His expression is neutral, if not a little annoyed he's being made to sit and watch. This wouldn't do. They needed him to suffer.

Suddenly, MC moves their mouth lower to his nipple, where their tongue suddenly leaves a long, languishing stroke over the bud. The strangled cry from Bil as a result is all too satisfying. A smirk blossoms across their face, finally starting to get some real enjoyment out of the new situation.

One hand moves to the other pec, beginning to toy with and tease the other nipple, while the other moves lower. It begins to teasingly circle the rim of his ass, and they feel it flutter in response. The growing noises from their mate is like fuel to the fire, and loud, pleased growl erupts from their chest.

"That's it..." they purr quietly to him, pausing their tongue's assault. "Be loud for me. Show me how good I make you feel." Show him how good I make you feel.

Bil swallows before he starts to pant. The anxiety was tearing him up from the inside, but it was overshadowed by the attack of pleasure on his body. He knew what MC was trying to do, yet he felt helpless to stop it. What was wrong with him? Why was he letting his mate boss him around like this? Have so much... power over him? And God damn it...why did he have to enjoy it so much? His blue and white eyes slide over to his dearest friend in the chair, gaze begging for forgiveness.

It's quickly interrupted however as a sharp, clawed hand grabs his chin and forcefully turns his head back to the other pair of burning violet eyes above him.

"Don't look at him. Look at me." MC growls with a glare intense enough to shatter his mirrors. "You always like it when I keep my eyes on you, right? And you're always lecturing me about manners?" Their grip tightens on his jaw, claws pricking at his dark skin. "So don't be rude. Eyes on me." their voice drops to a low, dangerous, near whisper.

"Y-yes dear." Bil gasps out, voice slightly trembling. His face continues to burn under MC's finger tips, giving away the storm of conflicting emotions within.

Jester shifts slightly in his chair, eyes narrowing at the sight before him. What a sight it was. This monster, that came to them seeking refuge, and followed Bil around like a lovesick puppy, had him in such a commanding, iron grip. With just a few growls and words, they had the otherwise composed and authoritative Bil yielding to them, nearly undone. Almost like how he used to be for him.

MC's frill flicks toward the unwelcome beast in the chair, hearing him shift and feeling his disapproval. Their jealousy swarms like a hive of angry bees, hellbent on making him hurt as much as they did. Their attention goes back to Bil as they lean towards his ear, letting out a demanding whisper.

"Now moan."

With an expert roll of their hips, their cock presses deeper and slides over his own, the soft walls becoming tight and compact around their snug members. MC continues to fuck him at this depth, rubbing their cocks together while they go back to tormenting his nipples in. Bil arches against them and suddenly lets out a loud cry, piercing the air and undoubtedly Jester's ears.

Their pace begins to quicken, ragged, growly pants filling the room as they work with a burning determination to make their mate burst. Their hands become more rough as they grab at him, each touch earning another loud moan. Bil's plush, thick thighs felt like clouds directly from heaven against their chest and shoulders. His slit practically floods with more slick pre as they fuck him, allowing them to go faster, and faster...

With another clamp of his nipples, Bil explodes with a loud moan as his slit bursts with fresh cum. His claws dig into the sheets, his thighs clamping around MC's shoulders and neck. MC continues to fuck him, growling with pleasure and satisfaction. He continues to moan and pant as he rides through his orgasm, while MC keeps going until they're on the edge themself. Their caresses and licks suddenly pause as they rear up, grabbing his hips, and slam them against theirs as their cock buries into his ass. Their own load quickly shoots into him, knot swelling and trapping him against his mate's pelvis.

MC's eyes make direct contact with Jester's as they fill Ticket Taker with their essence. Despite the pleasure crashing through their body, their frills and mane still bristle. Jester has to fight back his own growl at the boldness.

Once MC has properly finished, they immediately turn their attention back to Bil, gently collapsing over him and smothering him in affection. Their tongue leaves kisses of all sizes all over his face, their claws lovingly combing through his hair, while they begin to coo over and praise him in quiet Portuguese. Their hips still gently roll against him, more of an affectionate and claiming gesture than to stimulate him.

Now MC would pretend Jester didn't exist, and would make damn sure their mate's gaze would stay on them. As they nuzzle and scent mark him, Bil's gruff growls and pants begin to turn into a purr-like rhythm as he can't help but feel affection bubbling up in return.

This part seemed to truly get to Jester. He used to spoil Bil like that- comb his hair, hold him close, murmur the same pet names in Portuguese- it made him wonder why he possibly let him go and never made things official. He can himself bristle in the chair, and finally, a low, quiet growl escapes his chest. What the hell was he doing here? Sitting in a damn chair as a bitter, jealous creature rubbed their claim in his face. He should have never let that thing stay. He should have turned them away at the entrance, banned Bil from ever giving them the black ticket, and maybe, just maybe, he could have been the one doing this with him instead.

MC continues to cuddle and care for Bil while waiting for their knot to release him. They whisper I love yous between cobbing his shoulder, though they certainly aren't quiet enough to keep Jester from hearing. As the time rolls on, eventually, their knot begins to recede. Giving Bil another affectionate lick, they begin to pull out of him, their knot making a small pop as it slides out. They then sit up and allow themselves a small shake off, before turning their head towards their unwilling guest.

"Do you still want your turn, Jester?" they ask with a light, sing songy voice, purple eyes piercing into his. "He can go for another round."

Jester lets out another growl in response, now looking much less calm and composed. Anyone can tell by the uncomfortable shifting in the chair that he's... frustrated, in more ways than one. Their plan had worked. Good. She wanted him frustrated. Longing to hear those moans of their beloved Bil, but not being the one to cause them.

MC's piercing, bitter eyes remain on Jester while they wait for an answer. Their expression is infuriatingly smug, something Jester desperately wants to wipe off their damned face. He would show them how it was really done. How it's been done, long before this wretch showed up at their circus.

"Of course. How could I turn down such a... generous offer." Jester answers with a cool, gracious voice, although it's not very subtly tinged with growls and a barely restrained snarl. He stands and smoothes his uniform out, taking a step towards the bed.

"Wait, you're actually serious about that too, darling?" Bil asks, perking his head up from the bed with raised frills. MC hates how excited he sounds.

"Yes, dear. I couldn't deny my beloved mate such a...treat." MC responds, turning their head back to him with a forced, clenched smile. Their sharp teeth gleam in the light, itching to either tear the purple mate stealing whore a new one or leave five more claiming bites on their equally whorish partner.

Jester takes another step forward, reaching for Bil before MC interrupts by holding up a clawed finger.

"One condition though." they coo, eyes gleaming with malice. "I get to try you out first, Jester. I want to see what all the hype is about."

Silence fills the room once again. Jester looks stunned, freezing in place. Bil looks just as shocked, but the scent of arousal from him reveals his true feelings about the offer.

Jester glares at MC with hate creeping into his gaze. He had been happy for Bil, finally having someone to call his own, especially of his own species. But now, he wanted nothing more than for this so called mate of his to cease existing.

"If not, no worries. I certainly don't mind having him all to myself. Making him cum over and over, listening to his sweet moans and knowing they're just for me~" MC sighs at the blissful thoughts as they turn back to look at Bil hungrily.

Jester growls again as he squeezes his eyes shut, brows furrowed in frustration. He can't believe what he's about to agree to, but he'd do just about anything right now to shut this thing up. He'd show them how it's really done.

"Fine. You need to be paid before you share? Then so be it." The monster begins to undo his uniform further, dropping it down his shoulders with practiced ease. A smug, sadistic look blossoms across MC's face before they turn back to Bil and reach out to take his hand.

They help him sit up while reaching under the bed for a towel, something they had specifically set aside for...these particular kinds of messes. They help dab at his entrances, collecting the rest of their shared mess, careful to not get any of it on his bed. They knew how much he hated messes, and keeping them from spreading in his tent was second nature at this point.

Once they set the towel aside, they help him sit on the edge of the bed, still holding his hand.

"Bil," they begin sweetly. "Can you go sit in the chair for me?"

Bil blinks, furrowing his brows slightly as if unsure if he heard them correctly.

"You heard me." MC repeats, voice suddenly dropping into something cold and deep. "Sit in the chair. It's your turn."

Taken aback by the sudden commanding tone, Bil quickly rises to his feet and briskly walks to the chair. He hesitates before sitting, but one glance at his seething partner is enough to convince him to follow through. Once seated, MC stalks closer. Their hands land heavily on the backrest again as they loom over Ticket Taker. Their head drops to his ears, breath hot against his frills as they growl darkly.

"Did you think you would get off scot-free?" they ask coldly. "Did you think I would let it slide that you went behind my back looking for a hook up?"

Bil's expression drops, as he partially goes pale. Once again, he breaks out into a cold sweat. God, why did he have to go to Jester? Regret gnaws at his conscience as he looks forlornly at Jester's undressing form.

"You're going to stay right here, and watch as I take him from you. Watch your mate fuck someone else, like I'll have to watch you."

A look of tragedy overtakes Ticket Taker's expression, although MC can undeniably sense his arousal. Whatever. What an old pervert. MC growls as they turn away and head back to the bed, where Jester now crawls onto it, completely naked. His majestic purple fur sways along with his long hair as he settles onto the bed with his legs crossed in front of him. His own piercing purple gaze meets MC's.

Well, at least he was attractive.

"There. Are we all ready?" MC asks, putting their hands on their hips as they look down at him with an equal amount of resentment.

"MC-" Bil begins, but his voice tapers off, unsure of what he could possibly say. MC merely shakes their head as they step to the end of the bed and loom above Jester.

Jester, purposely trying to look unfazed, leans back with his arms behind his head. He looks bored, almost, as if this were a mildly annoying chore he had to complete before getting the rest of the day off. God, they hated him.

His long purple hair lay splayed out around his head, multiple horns, and shoulders, framing his sleek, slender body against the blue sheets. His six horns gleamed in the dim light of the tent, perfectly oiled, conditioned, and maintained. He gazes up at MC through half lidded eyes, patiently waiting their next move. They supposed they could understand the appeal.

"Let's see if you're really worth going behind my back for." MC exhales lowly as they lean down over him, placing their arms on either side of his torso. "Ladra de homens."

Jester growls before letting out a dry laugh.

"You probably won't be able to handle me. You'll bust after a minute." His sharp tooth, malicious grin gleams up at them. "You'll embarrass yourself in front of your precious mate."

MC breaks into a loud, dangerous growl. One of pure warning, one that often led into blood baths in the wild.

"Please do not kill each other. I would hate to have to bring Doctor and Pierrot into this." Bil's voice cuts through the tension. MC's growl drops to be lower as they glance at their mate. They wouldn't kill him. But they would thoroughly enjoy what they could about him while he watched. And not gently.

Their claws roughly grab at Jester's waist, but they suddenly pause. It was...so...small. The sleek fur there was smooth beyond imagination, perfectly contoured to his shape. Their claws could easily touch each other as their hands wrap around him. They can't help their mane from bristling a little while their pupils grow. No- they wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing they... found him arousing. Just a little.

Their claws dig into his flesh a little as they pull him closer with a rough yank. Jester hisses a little, but remains on his back, glowering up at MC. They disregard him completely, instead gripping his thighs and prying them open before roughly shouldering themself between them. With his legs spread, they can tell their "performance" had an effect on him. His dick was slightly erect, twitching as the cool air surrounded it.

"Did you like my show, Jester?" MC asks with a smug hiss. "This should make things easier for the both of us. Unless..." They stare at him intently, eyes flicking across his face wrought with bitterness for a sign, any sign that he would give up. "You want to back out. I won't mind. As long as you stay far away from my mate. Last chance." MC growls quietly, looming towards his face with a growing snarl.

To MC's surprise, Jester responds with an airy laugh before flashing them a snarling grin.

"I can deal with a minor inconvenience. I doubt it'll go on for very long at all, and I'll forget all about it as soon as my hands are on Bil again. Then, you can sit and mope in that chair as I show you what true ecstasy looks like for him." Jester leans in to meet their face, bearing his fangs. "You're nothing but a mere insect I must swat before continuing with my day. You'd have to think delusionally high of yourself to think this will affect me in any way."

Scalding fury rushes through MC's body, causing their hackles to raise straight up. Instead of saying anything however, their claws dig into his flesh as they slam him onto their cock. Jester hisses loudly and instinctively lunges forward, but is quickly slammed down by MC's hand on his chest. They glare at him with narrowly slitted eyes, their gaze completely glazed over with wrath.

They can't even pay attention to any pleasure they get from their thrusting, their hips merely snapping forward with pure aggression and a desire to break the wretched creature below them.

Writhing and hissing with an equal amount of fury, Jester suddenly lunges forward and locks his jaws on MC's forearm. They reel back with a mix of a growl and roar-bark, shaking and twisting their arm as they try to get the water beast's teeth off their flesh. His jaws however, made for latching on to prey and dragging them beneath the depths, stay firm on their limb.

Growing angrier by the second, MC grabs a fistful of his long purple hair, wrenching him back. A horrified gasp could be heard from the chair. Bil had always had a strange obsession with Jester's hair...even if MC tried to make their own as luxurious and beautiful. Damn this hair. For even daring to compete for their mate's admiration. Even though he only opens his jaw ever so slightly, it's enough for MC to yank their arm free.

They hiss fiercely at Jester, fangs bared with their frills fully expanded and rippling with fury. They then lunge towards his shoulder, aiming to take a chunk out of him before his clawed hand slaps them across the face. This instantly triggers a brawl, the two becoming a ball of teeth and claws as they try to maim each other.

Bil flies from his seat in a panic, taking a step reaching for the two in a desperate attempt to prevent their demises.

"Sit down!" they suddenly both bark at him, pausing mid fight to issue the order. Bil promptly takes a seat again, gripping the edges tightly.

Immediately the two resume their scuffle, pulling hair, butting horns, biting, clawing, and trying to over power the other. As it goes on, it almost seems as if Jester would get the better of MC, his species built better for fighting and confrontation compared to his opponent's and Bil's being one of defense and ambush.

The fighting doesn't break until MC forces their hips forward in the struggle, causing a loud, unexpected moan to cut through the tent. All fighting and movement stops, snarls being replaced with breathless panting. Jester suddenly looks...flustered. Weakened, even. As the realization of what just happened dawns on MC, their pupils suddenly begin to blow wide with instinct driven lust.

They quickly grab Jester's hands and pin them by his head, using one of their own to hold his wrists while grabbing his hair, keeping him from lunging up again. Their other takes ahold of his hips while they slowly begin to thrust again, carefully prodding along his upper walls. It takes a couple tries until Jester winces again, trying to suppress another moan.

MC lets out a low growl, a pleased one this time, fuelled by their instinctual drive to hear more. Their eyes seem glazed over as they become overtaken by a more primal part of them. The pace begins to increase when Jester doesn't resist, too exhausted and now too immobilized to continue fighting. MC keeps their thrusts consistent, making sure to hit the same spot each time. It makes him squirm, his hips trying to escape the slight overstimulation, but MC's claws sharply remind him to keep still.

Finally, without having to worry about claws and teeth, they get to actually try and enjoy the beast below them. He isn't as soft inside as Bil, although his fur certainly was. Even in the places without it, his skin was smooth, moisturized, either from products or simply his natural oil barrier. His thighs felt silken despite being tensely wrapped around their waist. Speaking of waists... they couldn't get over how... deliciously shaped his was. They loved Bil's softer, more plush figure, but they couldn't deny enjoying a barely existent one either. They can't help but allow their free hand to move a little higher, gliding along his fur and wrapping around the right side of his midsection.

He felt...so good. And it wasn't a bad sight at all either. Jester was... beautiful. Objectively. His silky, shiny fur catching the light with his horns, his majestic dips and curves, his purple hair cascading like the rivers and waterfalls his species called home, tempting hips, and hypnotic purple eyes, narrow and watching their every move beneath the mask. They knew better than to look directly in them, but they could still enjoy their beauty. Maybe they were falling under his siren spell. But if they had, it didn't get rid of the raw contempt they still felt for him.

Their haze is suddenly interrupted by a pathetic whine cutting through their thoughts. MC, and Jester, as best as he could with his head trapped beneath their claws, turn their heads to the chair. Bil is now slightly slumped against it, looking miserable as he watches the sight before him. He doesn't even seem to have noticed the rather pathetic noise he had just made until they both were looking at him. Once he realizes, his face burns darker.

MC can't help but look amused, although a hint of sadism returns to their grin.

"Are you jealous?" they call over to him with a teasing voice. It quickly drops again however as a cold demeanor takes over. "It's only fair I get to have this though, isn't it? It might even make things more romantic... getting to share someone like this. You just have to wait your turn. Besides... it's not like you'd be able to take him anyway."

"You are so petty..." Jester mumbles, his voice now slightly hoarse.

"I didn't say you could talk." MC snaps at him, which quickly shuts him up.

"Don't you think you're being a bit...cruel, darling?" Bil hesitantly asks, seemingly shrinking in his chair.

MC barks out another laugh, similar to another roar-bark.

"You want to tell me I'm being cruel? After what you just tried to do?" they growl, unintentionally baring their teeth at him slightly.

That seems to silence him as well, as he looks down shamefully and avoids their gaze.

"Exactly..." MC rumbles before turning their attention back to Jester. Honestly, they were probably being too nice. They wanted to make him suffer a little as well. They wanted their partner jealous, either of them for getting to fuck his crush or of Jester for getting to be beneath them and their lustful gaze.

Feeling a new surge of determination, MC suddenly slides their body along Jester's, until they rest on top of him. Trusting him to no longer try and maul them, they release his wrists and bring both hands down to the underside of his thighs. From there, they slowly caress them, feeling the supple skin beneath their palms. Meanwhile, their hips and lower belly begin to grind against his cock, while still making slow thrusts into him. The action causes a strained whimper to be forced from his throat, which he quickly tries to dispel with a hiss.

Their frills twitch as they hear another small, forlorn whine from the chair. Maybe they were petty after all, as the sound fuelled their desire to spark jealousy. Their hands then start to slide down Jester's legs, moving lower and lower until they clasp his ass from beneath. Jester's hackles raise a little, earning MC a grimace. They simply ignore it however, allowing themselves to indulge in his curves as their palms rove and explore. There's not much he can do anyway, when MC's pelvis keeps him imprisoned by his own pleasure.

Their hands continue their exploration, now moving higher to his hips. They can't help but pause and grip them for a moment, giving him a slightly rougher thrust before returning to their previous pace. Jester yelps, as much as he would allow himself, before glowering at MC. They respond by flashing him a shit eating grin, before their hands move on. They travel along his sides, following the way his waist curves into his upper torso, and pauses at his chest.

MC's forked tongue darts out for a moment to lick their lips slightly, before moving their hands onto his pecs. They roam over the lean muscle, palms and fingertips flicking and rubbing at his nipples in passing, earning more restrained grunts and a slight arch of the back. Another smug, satisfied expression takes over as they feel his cock twitch against their belly. Their hands then dive beneath his body, slithering up his back to hook on a shoulder from behind and another to grab the back of his hair. Instead of another hiss like MC had been expecting, they get a soft, back-arching moan instead.

"You like that?" MC chuckles with a teasingly soft voice, although it drips with condescension. Their pupils however only seem to blow wider with lust, and a moment later, their pace is considerably quicker and rougher.

"MC-" Bil suddenly blurts desperately, starting to beg.

"Shut it." they quickly silence him, not even bothering to look. Although, from the corner of their eye, they could see him not so subtly palming himself. Good. He deserved every ounce of frustration he felt.

With Jester held firmly in place, MC starts to fiercely rut against him. The bed begins to creak, while the warm body beneath them rocks into the mattress. Jester's claws wrench at the fabric beneath him, as it becomes increasingly difficult to stay silent. More grunts and groans escape his throat, gradually turning into moans as MC drills their cock into his sweet spot.

MC's own breathing starts to grow ragged as they focus on their own pleasure. They didn't know if it was more infuriating or better that he felt as good as he looked, and made Bil's attempt SLIGHTLY justifiable. They let out a low growl as they force themselves onto him harder, starting to drive into him with a vengeance.

The sound of skin slapping and hot breaths panting grow louder inside the tent. Jester groans again as MC's hand tightens in his hair, forcing his head back a little more. Was he...growing close? Another delightful, vengeful thought starts to develop in their head. It would be much more satisfying if they could Jester to finish first... especially after being so confident that MC wouldn't last. Their brows slightly in newfound determination. Claws digging into his shoulder tighter, they once again aim to strike his sweet spot with each thrust.

Jester knows what they're trying to do, and does everything in his power to stay silent. But there's only so much one can do when there's an angry petty beast slamming into your prostate while another needy creature watches on. When his hair is given another tug, another true, honeyed moan rips through the air. Yet again, MC's eyes glaze over in unrestrained monstrous lust. Over and over again, they slam into Jester, each thrust resulting in another growl.

Don't...do not give them the satisfaction... Jester mentally growls to himself, although it's starting to feel more and more likely he may actually... No, he didn't even want to think about it. This spoiled creature deserved to be put in their place, they didn't earn the right to see any pleasure from him. The best way to knock their ego down is to make them realize that despite all their efforts, they got nothing from him. They weren't as good as they thought, just because their mate had played nice and spoiled them with moans and-

"Ah-!" Shit. What was wrong with him? Damn it, MC was actually... getting him to moan. He...*was* enjoying this. If it weren't for the ravenous pummeling, he would have looked horrified at the realization. But that immense slip in his composure had been the final straw for MC. They reel back, letting go of his shoulder and hair completely, snatch his hips, and slam directly against his pulsing prostate.

Jester cries out as his back snaps into an arch, his body becoming wracked with near-painful spasms. His legs tighten around MC's waist, trembling violently as he gasps and moans through the orgasm. He can't believe it- he actually...this thing had actually just made him cum. His face is immediately hot with humiliation and shock as he pants raggedly against the bed. His eyes look up at MC, wide, only to see them shaking their mane out with a neutral expression. They looked as if they weren't just in a lust filled haze, seeking revenge and pleasure with an overpowering intensity. The only evidence that remained was their heavy breathing as they got off the bed and walked over to the towels to clean themself up.

That's when Jester notices the splash of white along his torso.

"Did...you just-"

"Make Bil clean it up." they interrupt bluntly, now gathering their clothes off the floor and beginning to redress. He hated to agree with them but...that wasn't a bad idea.

As Jester tries to calm his body and recover, he looks over at Bil, looking utterly miserable in his chair while his slit oozes with fresh slick. His eyes then flick back to MC, who meets his.

"You know...you weren't so bad, actually." MC finally says, giving him a cold smile as they slip their shirt back on. "I guess I can start to understand why my mate would go behind my back to have you again." Their gaze turns back to Bil, who flinches in his chair. The frustration, regret, and guilt overtaking his expression nearly makes them giddy. This was an effective punishment.

Jester continues to stare, feeling a mixture of shock, regret, resentment, and...perhaps a sliver of respect. MC finishes getting dressed, then makes their way to the tent entrance. They lift the flap, but pause before exiting.

"I guess you both earned it. You have one hour, then you better be dressed and out of this tent, Jester." Their eyes gleam threateningly. "Otherwise I'll be a lot less forgiving."

"You're really going to leave and let us-?" Bil perks up from his misery, frills rising in excitement.

"One hour." MC repeats. "Better make the most of it."

With that, they slip out of the tent, leaving the two stunned men with each other.

And then I walk into Doctor's tent and ask to be lobotomized

The End

I feel like this wasn't as good as my last one and my mood was killed like halfway through so I'm sorry for the weird mood and pace changes and a dead inside MC