Ian woke suddenly to a sharp, tight grip on his shaft; it wasn't pain, but came close. His eyes stared up at the wooden ceiling, wide and unfocused until the squeeze eased back. With the immediate problem of his penis getting crushed no longer narrowing his attention, Ian realized he was naked, sore in more than one place, and had a large timber wolf laying atop him.

Shoving her snout down into Ian's neck, Snaps nuzzled and then licked his throat, all the way from his chest to his chin. At last she had her muzzle perched at Ian's chin, and she pushed her wooden lips to Ian's, claiming a kiss from him.

"She really likes you. Nopony has been able to stand up to her in a fight." Rake's voice yanked Ian's attention to the side, where the mare was laying on her side, one hoof down and behind her back legs; she was rubbing slowly. Her mane and tail were a mess, the fur around her snout was matted with dried liquids. "I like you too, mostly for the same reasons, but also because you are a buckin' animal."

Rake's eyes flashed a moment, revealing a feral nature that surprised Ian more because he felt some part of himself answer it, than because it is there. He tried to pull back from Snaps, from the kiss, and realized the wolfess wasn't in the mood to let him. Fear didn't rise in his chest, playful anger did. Pulling up a knee, Ian shoved upwards, pushing the unprepared wolf to her side, and then back. He was atop her, and the rolling to get there reminded him that he was still in her, and the term "morning wood" was entirely too apt. He shoved his hips forward, shoving down with his hands.

"My alphas…" Rake watched Ian start to grind in and out of Snaps, she caught each glance she could at his shaft, glistening with the moisture of Snaps' flower, as he proved that despite her size, he was every bit Snaps' equal. She rubbed herself faster, building her pleasure up in time with Ian's thrusts. Closing her eyes, Rake imagined a picture of a feral timber wolf Ian, on her back, breeding her.

Both Ian and Snaps turned their heads, spotting just how into their coupling the mare was. Her hoof kept time with each pump Ian gave, using each squelching sound to time her strokes. His own mind wandered a little, it was like he was mounting the both of them, claiming them both. The thought drove him to a near-frenzy of motion,

The howl that rose in Ian's throat, was matched perfectly by Snaps and Rake. The three of them sent their voices soaring with their orgasms, Ian reached out and grabbed Rake by the scruff of her neck and dragged her to him, ending his own howl with a nuzzle to her neck. They lay there together, a warm tableau of post-coital bliss.

At last, Rake squirmed a little in Ian's grip. "I need to use the bathroom…" She had to fight off a giggle, squirming more and climbing to her hooves when Ian let go. "Maybe we should go down? I think it is dinner time soon."

Alone with Snaps, Ian leaned up, pulling himself free so he could slide up her body. Scratches, nicks, an odd cut where her various branches stuck out were ignored as he leaned up to her throat, and nuzzled against the twigs there. Inhaling, he got the smell of wood, of canine, and something else. "Home." The word slipped out before he realized. "We should clean up and go down." Bracing his hands, he shoved upwards and to the side, climbing off Snaps.

Moving with determined motions, Snaps reached up and wrapped her mouth around Ian's shaft. She loved the way he froze, as if she would bite it off; why would she bite down on a part of him she liked so much? She sucked, working her leaf-like tongue over him and cleaning him up after their fun.

Looking down, Ian met Snaps' eyes with his gaze, seeing a touch of subservience there, but also desire. Words wouldn't come, and he somehow knew that she wouldn't welcome them—she is a creature of actions. Taking a deep breath, Ian pulled back from her and walked around the big wolfess. She watched him walk behind her. Her eyes flickered as he lifted her tail with one hand and lowered down. She yowled as he lapped at her flowery-folds. Ian tasted sweetness mixed with a rich, savory musk.

"Taking care of each other, then?" Rake laughed at the look of embarrassment on Ian's face, and satisfaction on Snaps. "Get your clothes on, our stallion, dinner is almost ready." She turned and pulled the door shut with a wing. "Damn he is hot…" She trotted for the stairs, tail swishing.

Ian realized his licking would only prompt more moisture, and slowly widened his cleaning until he had her flower-like folds as clean as he could keep them. Rubbing down from Snaps' back to her croup, Ian felt far more comfortable with her, with just being around her. His clothes, when he looked around for them, were scattered. He grabbed his pants, gave up on finding his underwear, and pulled them on. He barely found his shirt when Snaps opened the door and walked out.

A bubble seemed to burst. Ian breathed deeply and gave a sigh, the first civilized sound he had made since they started. "Wow." He couldn't stop a wide smile from pulling along his face, that wilted a little when he took a step. Every welt, every scratch, and places where both Snaps and Rake had bitten him, it all came back with a rush. Only the memory of how wild their sex had been could banish it.

"Is my little colt okay?" Solid poked her head into the room, her horn lit to open the door. "Well," she lifted her snout and sniffed, "somepony has had a bit of fun. Are you going to come downstairs, or will I have to carry you again?"

From vicious apex predator right down to a colt; Ian felt himself shiver at Solid's words and he was already walking. "I can walk myself." He sounded more like a colt, even after everything he had just done.

"Did you have fun with Rake and Snaps? Snaps can get a little boisterous sometimes, she wasn't too much?" Solid walked beside Ian, her bulk making him feel small by comparison.

"They are amazing." Ian thought over the two. "They bring out something in me… I lost control. Not in a bad way. We were all just…" He couldn't think of a good way to describe it, and just shrugged. "I really want to—"

"Then you will need to think about that Contract. Don't think I won't hold it over my little colt's head, because I will." Solid Built looked Ian right in the eyes and dared him to nay-say her. "What if we make a deal? You give us an answer by the end of the week."

"I can do that." The inclination to agree was too strong for comfort. Ian heard a little voice inside, yelling at him to just say, "Yes," right now. "What's for dinner?" His bare feet were quiet on the stairs down, although Solid was making enough noise for both of them.

"Here he comes." Chatter leaned back on her chair, insectile wings buzzing to keep her from falling off. "By the egg he fills me up just looking at him. I see what you mean, Rake." Her big blue eyes were locked on Ian, and he couldn't help but get a flash of memory, of the show she had put on for him in the bar.

Ian froze when he saw the robot pony. Robot was an insufficient word to describe Click Clack. She looked like what a computer would build, if given a description of a pony, and it only knew how to use gears, levers, and green-glowing tubes. Her legs were almost skeletal in appearance, just lengths of metal rod with clockwork joints holding them together. And all down them tubes spread the green goop, the stuff bubbling in places, appearing to have ice crystals in it elsewhere. She looked back at Ian, her big, crystalline eyes showing real life and intelligence behind them. He knew he was staring, watching her gears spin or advance slowly, winding up or letting out springs.

"He is cute." Click Clack was well-used to being stared at, but the gaze of the human was different. She felt he wasn't looking at all the ways she was different to a regular pony, but was really interested in what made "her." She smiled when Ian blinked at her summation. "Ask your questions."

"How did…?" Ian trailed off, then recovered. "I really just have one." His limbs seemed to move again, and Ian walked up to the table and sat down. "The descriptions I heard of…"

"Bot ponies." Click smiled, her mouth noticeably curling at the corners.

"The description of bot ponies I heard had them as huge, solid armor." Ian gestured at Click Clack. "If you don't mind me saying, you are… petite, pretty." The last word slipped out by mistake. Ian blushing at his slip, even as his mind justified it.

Click tilted her head a little to the side, then turned to look at Chatter. "You were right." When she turned back to Ian, his face was a little darker red.

"Here's your grub." Screech walked out of the kitchen, plates of stew on her back. "Didn't know what you eat, Ian, so got you the same vegetable stew as Solid." She put down the plate of hearty vegetable stew in front of him.

Ian noticed the two big plates passed down to Rake and Snaps had chunks of other stuff in them, and then Screech's own, likewise, had strange things in it he didn't recognize.

"Bugs." Chatter leaned in and rested her leg-less shoulder against Ian's side. "Screech is a bug-biter." She stuck out her tongue at Screech, and got a returned raspberry. "And your two bitches on the end—"

"Language at the table." Solid glared at Chatter.

"Well, they are… But anyway, they prefer a little protein in their food." Chatter pointed to Snaps, who was daintily picking out bits and pieces, while beside the wolfess Rake showed no greater manners.

"Chatter doesn't eat anything but love, and lust." Screech crunched down on her meal, her fangs tearing up the needed protein. "Yours is just vegetable, I can make something special next time, if you want?" She spread her ruined wing and hugged Click to her side.

Hunger had gotten the better of Ian, and he started using the spoon provided to eat. Conversation stopped, mostly, for nearly ten whole seconds. "We heard all that howling, figured either Snaps had gone a little too far or you were getting along okay." Chatter lived up to her name. "So, want to come and play with Click and me tonight?"

Ian nearly spat out his food, unused to having mares propositioning him constantly. He looked to Chatter, and then to Click.

"That would be interesting." Click Clack wasn't eating, she was busy watching Ian. "I haven't been with a stallion of your configuration." She turned to look at Chatter. "Does he have the usual arrangement? Penis, balls, anus—"

Ian gulped hard, trying to get his mouthful of food down before he coughed it all up.

"He has all the good bits." Rake didn't protest when Snaps ate some of her food. "Oh, and he has a good sized—"

"Try it." Solid glared at Rake, her horn glowing, pinning the waif-thin pegasus' snout closed. "I will not have any more talk of anatomy at the dinner table." She looked between Click, Rake, and Chatter.

"What did I say?" Chatter sat forward on her seat.

"Rake was faster." Screech popped a crunchy bug in her mouth and chewed it. "Or you would have jumped in with a detailed description. I saw you peeking on him when he was asleep."

"I did not!" Chatter leaned against Ian a little more, rubbing her empty shoulder joint against him. "I wouldn't look at you while you were sleeping!" She turned back to Ian. "Well, unless you wanted me to. Maybe I should? Protect your from sneaky bats coming to molest you in your sleep!" Chatter realized she might have gone too far, so she leaned her head against Ian's side.

"None of you are to do anything to Ian while he is sleeping." Solid glared at all the mares on the table, even Chatter—who was still hiding beside Ian. "That includes just watching, touching, or even just slipping into his room to snuggle him."

"Snaps already did… kinda." Rake poked her sister in the ribs, which had no effect on the timber wolf. "Woke him up with a very happy—"

"Rake." Solid lifted a hoof up and pressed it to her forehead. "Just eat your dinner."

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