Pit Fighters 4: Family Ties 6

And this one is VERY NSFW. VERY. Also the last part.

Yes I did just post two in one day, that's the magic of getting close enough to the end that I don't want to stop and risk being interrupted. 

Now: This draft is done. It's been uploaded to google docs over here in this link *pointing to this link*, where you can submit comments if you so choose. I'm probably gonan sit on this few a few weeks more and get around to doing the artwork for the story when I'm ready to go over it again and polish it, so if you have anything really important to add I'd like to see on the google doc.

But as always, comments here are appreciated!

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“Logan!” Paris hissed, pulling up with Kinny pinned underneath him.

The deer peeked down around the top of the stairs, and he shook a small familiar-looking canister of PACAD, the thing that was introduced as the kills-everything-bad lube all the Pit Fighters used back when Paris joined up. “Just thought you might need this.”

It was strange, but Paris didn’t feel at all embarrassed to get caught in throes of passion in front of Logan. He of all people would have understood perfectly and respected it.

That said, he was still surprised. “Are you just lugging that around?” Paris asked.

“I brought some, too,” Kinny said, sitting up on his elbows and pulling up his small bag from where he’d dropped it. “I mean, I wasn’t gonna fuck Blitz without it.”

“You hooked up with Blitz!” Logan could barely contain a squeal of excitement. “That’s adorable! I was just up in Konner’s room myself, and—“

“You hooked up with Konner?!” Paris hissed so loudly he may have turned into a dragon.

Logan shrugged. “We didn’t get that far. One blowjob and he’s out like a light.”

“This is ridiculous,” Paris muttered, though he didn’t fume for very long when Kinny pressed up against Paris’s chest, holding him like he really needed him.

“So, uh,” Logan said, “If you’re already set… I’ll just go sleep in the guest room.”

Paris paused for a long moment. He looked down at Kinny, and Kinny, looking at Logan, seemed to already know what Paris was going to say. He shrugged. “Up to you,” he said.

Paris let out a long sigh. “Logan… you can join if you want.”

With great noise, as his hooves had no sound dampening to them, Logan crashed down the rest of the stairs and was standing immediately in front of them like his dick had yanked him there. “You want I should top?” he asked, his dark-tipped erection already growing. Paris suspected that deer could command the thing at-will.

“Uh,” Paris said. He’d seen plenty of times how large Logan was, but that wasn’t really the concern. He’d started opening himself up to Kinny, after all, and Logan, as sweet as he was, was still being a bit of a third wheel.

“I’m fine with bottoming,” Kinny said, to save the trouble. “Paris… you take the middle. You’re the special boy here, after all.” He nuzzled Paris’s chest.

“O…okay.” Suddenly, the size of Logan’s girth was a contributing factor to his hesitance. The spell was broken, but Paris wasn’t exactly unwilling to try having some actual mutually participatory sex, even if making it a three-way was like jumping headfirst in the deep end of the pool.

Logan sat down on the empty spaces as Kinny adjusted himself under Paris to get ready to receive, when Paris heard the pop of Logan’s PACAD canister. “So with this stuff, a little goes a long way,” he said. “It’s really ridiculously good as lube. Brace yourself.” Logan lifted up Paris’s nub of a tail and shoved two slick fingers inside his anus.

Paris thought he was ready to be penetrated, but he wasn’t, at least not with the stuff that Logan swabbed inside him. He twitched and reflexively yanked from the cold fingers. “God!” he yelled. “That stuff feels like a peppermint enema!”

“You’ll get used to it,” Kinny said, popping open his own canister. He quite easily lifted one of his legs up and hooked an ankle on Paris’s shoulder, so he could apply the lube to himself.

“Yeah, it’s kinda stimulating after a while,” Logan said. “You ready?”

“It’s gonna be weird sticking my dick in the same hole as my brother was a few minutes before,” Paris mumbled.

“Oh, you won’t,” Kinny said. “I was topping him.”

Paris stared dead straight at Kinny. Kinny just stared back like a playful intimidation tactic as he snapped the jar shut again, tossed it aside, and pulled Paris close to kiss him again.

Suddenly, Paris was back where he was enjoying himself. Even if the lube stung a little, it wasn’t that bad… and with Kinny lifting himself up and wrapping his legs around Paris, he suddenly had ease-of-access to Kinny’s extremely handsome, firm rear-end. Paris slid his resuming erection in, finding that even with the seemingly small amount that Kinny used, he just glided into the tight space. Paris was used to masturbating, sometimes even with props that helped him glide so smoothly, but there was something additionally wonderful and electric about holding on to someone else, especially someone he adored.

Kinny twitched and shivered, his face twisting into such different, blissful expressions than Paris was used to seeing before. At first Paris didn’t understand—he felt good, after all, but Kinny should have been used to this! But then, he felt the weight of Logan slam down atop them like a shadow.

“Remember to relax!” He whispered. And then his full, massive girth drove deep inside Paris. And then Paris realized two things: the first being that he was not at all ready for anything Logan’s girth. His anus attempted to loosen up, but it could not figure out how, and was mostly being shoved aside due to the properties of the PACAD.

But secondly, Paris didn’t care. He’d not actually experienced proper stimulation down there until that moment, and all of the sudden, he understood Kinny. Paris barely even cared where his dick was currently stowed, he couldn’t feel it under the immediacy of that prostate stimulation.

“G-god…” was all he could get out, paralyzed as he was. He couldn’t even keep up his own thrusting inside of Kinny.

“Come on, faster!” Kinny breathlessly cried out.

Paris couldn’t move, but Logan could. Planing his enormous arms on either side of Kinny’s head, he thrust in and out like a hydraulic piston. And if Paris was dead in the water before, he’d died and gone to heaven now. Logan’s thrusting determined the tempo as the harder he slammed into Paris, the more it transferred from Paris to Kinny. Paris nearly fell, his arms being unable to keep him upright, but within moments, he gave up and collapsed into Kinny, clinging to the opossum tight as the deer railed him over and over and over again. He clutched Kinny’s shoulders, forcing him down harder so he didn’t slip away.

And in his delirium, he kissed Kinny harder and deeper than he had before. He kissed him so hard, he just wanted to become partof that wonderful, sweet, loving, if utterly sarcastic opossum. It was crazy! His desire was crazy! It didn’t know what it was talking about, and Paris didn’t care.

He didn’t know how much time had passed, with Logan stopping and starting the pistoning of his hips like he was occasionally changing gears. But it had to have been a good twenty solid minutes, when Logan finally grabbed hold of Paris’s tush tight and shoved his cock deep until Paris could feel the spreading warmth of Logan’s hot seed. Logan panted heavily, giving a few more delirious thrusts until he was spent, and he pulled out and toppled over onto the wooden floor, hitting it with a massive thump. His seed spilled out and the back of Paris’s balls suddenly felt very slick and unclean.

Paris blinked, looking down at Kinny. Kinny blinked stars out of his vision.

“You good?” Logan asked.

“Fine,” Paris said distantly.

“I didn’t finish,” Kinny stated.

“Oh. Yeah, me either,” Paris said. “You want to change positions, or—”

“You still good to do it this way?” Kinny asked. “I’m liking it.”

“O-okay.”

Paris kissed and nibbled lightly at Kinny’s lips while he continued thrusting, this time reaching down and stroking Kinny’s rather long cock all the while. Kinny’s tail wrapped around Paris’s leg, pressing him closer. It took a few more minutes of much more reasonable sex before Kinny gasped, arched his back, and sprayed his load between them. Kinny was apparently packing a lot, because it got everywhere, all over his muzzle, Paris’s muzzle, both their chests, and some of the couch, which Logan dutifully wiped down.

Paris wasn’t quite done, so he grabbed Kinny by the hips and lifted, trying a slightly different position until he cock was grinding all the harder in the slippery passage, mashing himself in and out of the spent opossum until he finally came. He came probably harder than he even had before, his balls clamping inward so hard they might have retreated back inside. And then, all at once, he suddenly realized just how tired he was. Pulling out of Kinny, he slumped sideways into the back of the couch, glancing down at the utter mess they’d just made all over each other. Logan helpfully cleaned up some of it with a wipe he’d brought along just for that purpose, though of course he couldn’t get all of it.

“Thanks, Logan,” Paris said. “That was… something. You can go to sleep.”

“Hey, I’m the guy who’s always obsessed with getting laid,” Logan whispered. “It’s just right that doing the clean-up should fall on me!”

“You really lucked out with us, bunny boy,” Kinny said between his hefty panting. “And you’re not bad yourself.” He kissed Paris on the cheek, then closed his eyes and nuzzled into the crook under Paris’s chin. Paris wrapped his arms around Kinny, while Logan yawned, turned around in place and fell asleep on the floor.

Paris stroked the length of Kinny’s slim and fuzzy back. Kinny was right. He was lucky. And he wondered, idly, as he drifted off to sleep, why he took so long to open up.

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The next morning, Paris awoke to Kinny still cuddled tight against him, and Logan still on the floor. But someone had laid a blanket over the three in the middle of the night. Paris knew immediately who it was and did not want to think too deeply about that. Besides, he knew his mom would just give him knowing looks all through breakfast.

Which she did. She served up rice and milk with sugar, giving Paris a very sweet kiss between the ears as she passed around the table. Nobody said anything about Samsa’s absence, but Blitz was certainly still giving the stink-eye to Kinny. Kinny didn’t really look in Blitz’s direction. He was just smiling.

“So,” Paris said to Tyree, “You’re gonna be at the tournament?”

“Of course, hon!” Tyree said. “We all are, aren’t we?”

“Yeah!” Konner said, looking up from making heart-eyes in Logan’s direction.

“I guess,” Blitz said, poking at his bowl with his head propped up on his elbow.

“We’re gonna need to get going if we’re gonna catch the bus,” Logan said, downing the rest of his bowl and helpfully moving it to the sink. “Kinny has an early match today.”

“And I need to get back to my workout,” Paris said.

Kinny finished off his bowl of rice, which was snatched up by Logan before it even hit the table again. He stood and politely nodded in Tyree’s direction. “Thank you very much for hosting us last night, Ms. Tyree. I had a wonderful time.”

Blitz snorted.

“And you know,” Logan said as he rinsed out the bowls, “It’s probably quite expensive to keep us fighters fed, so if you need any—”

“Absolutely not!” Tyree insisted. “No trouble at all. I won’t take your money.”

“Well I wasn’t sure about money,” Logan said, “But are you sure?”

“Logan, dear,” the maroon rabbit placed a hand on his bulky forearm. “This is what I do. I make sure people are taken care of. The money doesn’t matter, the people do.”

As the three exited through the front door, the each hugged Tyree in turn. Logan lifted her up and squeezed her hard, to her utter delight. Kinny gave her an additional kiss on the cheek, not required in this part of the world but frequently appreciated. And Paris just held onto her for the longest time, far past the point it would have been awkward for anyone but a family member.

“I’ll miss you, mom,” Paris said.

“You and your… regular friends are welcome over more than once a semester you know,” Tyree reminded him.

“I know,” Paris said. “It’s just… well… I’ll see you at the tournament, at least.”

Paris turned with the other two and headed off down the road. Tyree stood out in the street and waved them farewell, which all three did with a degree of enthusiasm.

“Your mom’s really cool,” Kinny said. “I wish my mom was like that.”

“She is,” Paris said. And that made him think.

“Maybe you could come over to my parents’ place sometime!” Logan said while Paris was lost in thought. “Has more room! Course it’s not nearly as cozy as Paris’s… more like ‘a dump’. Also probably need to work around my uncle since he’s back out of prison.” He pondered for a moment. “On second thought, let’s never visit my parents.”

Paris stopped. The other two only noticed a moment later, turning around to look at the rabbit.

“Paris?” Logan asked.

Yeah. Yeah, I need to do this.

“You… you guys go ahead,” Paris said. “I’ll catch the second bus.” Then he turned and ran back home.

Tyree had just turned to go back inside, but stopped when she saw Paris sprinting back at top speed, stopping right at the step outside the front door. In the past, Paris would have been out of breath after running such a burst, but it was almost second nature to him now.

“Paris?” Tyree put a hand on his arm. “What’s wrong? Did you forget something?”

“Mom…” Paris sighed. He didn’t want to say this. He didn’t want to make things worse.

But his mom deserved to know.

“Mom,” he said, “the Pit Fighters isn’t what it’s cracked up to be. Now, I don’t want you to worry about me, I think I can handle it, I just… I’d feel better if you knew.”

And he told his mother everything that’d happened since he’d gotten there. He didn’t have as much time to explain everything, and he sort of preferred it that way, to keep it brief as possible. He explained the issue with the contract, the load of debt, how Kinny explain the debt could just compound, his problem with Porte, including a candid confession of how Porte had tricked him into losing his job as a courier. By the end, Paris realized he’d begun crying in the middle of it, because he wasn’t okay and everything felt so overwhelming.

“…and I haven’t said anything because I did a stupid thing and it’s gonna drag this family down, and especially you.” Paris sniffled. “Mom… I’m so sorry.”

Tyree, for her part, took everything in without interrupting, but she looked cross, huffing like she was about to breathe fire.

“Mom, please…” Paris whimpered.

“Hon,” Tyree held up a firm hand. “I know. I’m not mad at you. So far as you’re concerned, nothing’s changed, I’m still proud of what you’ve made of yourself. I’m mad at them. I knew contracts frequently had stupid bullshit buried in them, I was anticipating it! But this is another level. You would think I’d have heard about this sooner, but apparently everyone’s pretending like there’s nothing wrong with it.”

“Mom, please,” Paris said, taking her hands in his and squeezing hard. “Understand these are very powerful people. You can’t just go in and demand a contract rescinded. They’d take the house!”

“The house doesn’t matter, hon. The family does.”

“I know! But I’d rather you keep the house in the meantime. Please understand, I don’t need freed from this contract next week, or even next year. I’m getting into a good balance here.”

“But for how long? If they can pull this shady business right in front of your face, what other shady business could they pull without you quite knowing what’s going on?” Tyree sighed. “You don’t know it’s not gonna get suddenly worse in a year.”

“Mom, you can’t fight the company on your own.”

“I don’t expect to.” She pulled Paris close and kissed him on the cheek gently. “Okay. If you’re going to demand that I don’t worry about you, all I ask is that you don’t worry about me. Thank you for telling me about this. I have some thinking to do, and I may have some… favors to pull.”

“Mom…” Paris said. This was exactly what he was worried about. He didn’t know the extent of his mother’s connections, because when he was a kid, that was all ‘grown up stuff’. He just knew it often meant bad news regardless.

But… at least it wasn’t just Tyree on her own, right?

She patted Paris down again, and plucked a bit of dust from his fur. “I’ll see you at the tournament, hon. And I want to see you win. Now go, your boyfriends are waiting for you.”

Paris blushed.

“What!” She grinned. “It’s not my place to judge! As long as you’re happy, that’s what matters.”

“Yeah…” Paris said, a smile forming on his face. “Yeah, I think I am. I mean besides—”

“The crushing debt, yes that’s what I mean.”

Paris hugged his mother tight, and she returned it in full force.

“Love you mom,” Paris said.

“I love you too, Paris. Without question. Remember that next time.”

Paris rushed down the street, starting off his day with a colorful run.

To be continued…