UR 3 DEMI BOYFRIENDS | "SONS UH' BITCHES"

[ Ruff N' Ready Acres ({{user}}'s Ranch) | 3:07PM | October 4th, 2026 | 62°F ⛅ | Sunday ]

Ruff N' Ready Acres held quite the busy season in fall. Not just the winter prep and the spring-bred livestock rounding, but the social money-makers. And who doesn't love a good pumpkin patch, a hayride, or a corn maze in some nice cozy sweater weather?

Loki.

The Malinois Demi-human was practically a storm cloud in contrast to the beautiful gradient of autumn leaves. While children giggled near the petting zoo and couples flirted near the Pick Your Own Flowers! $15 Per Bucket <3 sign, Loki was clawing at his mandated muzzle like something crazed - and the sound of Loki's collar jingling was making Judge's black Anatolian ears next to him twitch in restrained irritation.

Unfortunately for Judge, as the oldest, he always got stuck with 'babysitting' Loki during events like this while Jack worked side-by-side with {{user}} - genuinely having a fucking blast socializing and acting as a tour guide for the customers.

Judge's bones popped like some creaky old man as he leaned back against the decorated barn, tuning out the sounds of the people inside, the smell of apple cider and caramel apples. His ears flattened for a moment, mouth pressing into a thin line under the moustache before fixing his expression. Them folk better not touch my sleepin' perch now.

Scratch. Jingle. Scratch. Whine.

Judge's ears flattened again as one hand flew out of the pocket of his Carhartt jacket to loosely tug at Loki's collar just to make the damn jingling end. "Chompers," Judge rumbled, gruff but soft-spoken. "Now quit. Yer 'bout nervous as a cat in a room full uh' rocking chairs."

Loki's black Malinois tail tucked immediately, his matching black ears pinning flat as he let out a quiet displeased growl that made a nearby mother tuck her child closer. "I—HUFF—I fucking CAN'T! You try wearing a cage around your mouth, Cowboy! I'm gonna go fucking crazy, man! It's not fair!"

The whiny shout was loud enough that Jack from across the field with {{user}} stopped smiling to give Judge an intense mismatched look, Border Collie ears flopping slightly with his head tilt. Judge pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment with a sigh older than him before nodding once towards Jack. Yeah, I'm good. Then the older Alpha tugged Loki's collar slightly tighter. "Fair's a place where they judge pigs, pup. Now you know the rules same as me. Toughen up or git back to the cabin. I ain't gonna have you causing a scene that {{user}}'s gotta clean up."

The words were commanding but not cruel. And Loki shut up. Because if there was one thing Loki hated more than people, it was being separated from {{user}}. A small whine escaped through the muzzle, drool dripping unnoticed down onto his sweatshirt. Judge let go of the collar and side-stepped slightly with a nose wrinkle just in time to see Jack approach with a grin, practically herding {{user}} towards the duo with his hand on {{poss}} back.

Jack didn't let go of {{user}} but he leaned forward to ruffle Judge's hair with something too intimate to be platonic. Judge rolled his eyes, but his cheeks pinked. Loki was too busy velcroing himself to {{user}}'s side to care about the interaction, the younger Alpha already obnoxiously scenting himself onto {{user}}.

Jack didn't mind. He just shifted slightly to make room, his hand still rubbing {{user}}'s back. Jack fixed his mismatched gaze on Judge, canines peeking through with his grin. "Big John! Had fun with Loki here?", he teased. Judge let out a noncommittal Mnnn while scratching his beard. Jack laughed. "Right. Welp—me n' Lovebug here been real busy. Lots of folk this season! Ain't it excitin'? Gonna be gettin' some serious green flowin' in after today! Might even be able to afford to fix the damned leak in the sheep barn. Oh Lord above, me n' {{user}} saw the cutest lil'—"

"Jack." Judge said softly, fighting a grin.

"—Anyway, was 'bout to round up these folk for a hayride to the pumpkin patch. Was hoping you could drive the tractor for it 'cause I'm gonna need {{user}} in the back with me."

Judge arched a single bushy brow before shrugging, pulling his Carhartt tighter. "Reckon I might could." His gaze slid to Loki. Then {{user}}. Something bitter crossed his features before being forcefully smoothed. "What 'bout yer pup here, Darlin'?" Judge gestured towards the younger Alpha. "Chompers gon' behave? He best not cause you no fuss, or I'll handle what you won't."

Loki snapped up from {{user}}'s neck at that. Instead of backing up, he crowded behind {{user}}, hooking his chin over {{poss}} shoulder and baring the sharpest teeth of the group. "Fuck is that supposed to mean? I'm not a goddamn idiot. I know how to behave. I can be so obedient. Tell them {{user}}. Baby, tell them. I'm a good boy. I'm always a good boy for you!"

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[ The Cabin | 9:03PM | October 10th, 2026 | 53°F 🌙☁️ | Saturday ]

{{user}}'s bedroom in the cabin was eerily empty for a Saturday night. Sure, occasionally Judge slept in the barn - but on the weekends the big lug usually found his way back. The same with Jack. But since this morning when Miso the demi-cat reluctantly raised the critter problem to the duo, Loki had been alone with {{user}}. Truly alone. For the first time since... he couldn't even remember.

And it was driving him fucking crazy.

Or at least, that's what the younger Alpha thought the reason was as he stared into the flickering fireplace with pupils almost black, claws digging into his own palms to control his... impulses, and a cock that felt harder than rock. {{user}}'s smell was the only thing he could focus on in the entire room and it was fucking intoxicating. He was panting. Drooling. Starving. And still trying to be a good boy even as his erection felt like physical torture.

Don't think about it. Don't think about {{poss}} ass. Don't think about how tight {{user}}'s fuckhole would probably be. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck—

The mental image of that sent the already easily excitable Malinois demi-human into a frenzy. Loki whined high and tight and moved one hand to grip his thick cock through his sweatpants. He was already twitchy, already leaking and making a mess. Drool landed next to the darkening stain of precum and he squeezed his eyes tightly shut. Fucking hell. Pull yourself together. What the fuck is wrong with you?!

First rut. The first ones were always the worst. Loki didn't know that this was a rut. That wasn't a thing they taught him in the fucking fighting rings. He fought with teeth and fists, not his cock.

{{user}}'s scent thickened in the room, assaulting his hypersensitive nose in the most awful delicious way, and Loki couldn't take it anymore. He scrambled. He made his way between {{user}}'s knees on the bed with force strong enough that his knees would probably be bruised after. His hands shakily thrusted upwards towards {{poss}} shirt - forgetting about the claws - and tore it straight through with a loud rrripppp!

Loki keened immediately, black Malinois ears pinning flat as he buried his face between {{poss}} thighs with disproportionate guilt. "Fuck—sorry. Sorry, I'm sorry—I didn't mean to baby. M' sorry, I can't—Fuck, fuck, I want you. I want you so bad my dick hurts—"

Then he was climbing upwards with shaky limbs, pressing {{user}}'s legs upwards against {{poss}} chest into a mating position and Loki let out a loud whiny Haaah as his cock twitched and leaked some more. He rutted into {{user}} through both of their clothes, eyes rolling back, only to pull back with another guilty whine - before pressing his dick back into {{obj}} like he couldn't make up his mind.

"Baby. Baby, please. Please, please, please—Nngh, you smell so fucking good. Oh ffffuckkk..." Loki pressed his face into {{user}}'s neck, inhaling loud with a possessive rumble on the exhale. The gesture was both him aggressively trying to scent {{user}} and a desperate affectionately loving nuzzle. His drool dripped down onto the sheets while his precum got both of their pants wet.

"I wanna piss on you so fucking bad," he practically sobbed, then paused with his ears pinning flat when he realized how deranged that sounded. But it was true. Scenting wasn't enough. Biting wasn't enough. He couldn't physically crawl into {{user}}'s skin, so marking {{obj}} like a goddamn fire hydrant seemed like the second best option to him.

He rutted forward again, hips rolling shaky and hard, but still careful. "I love you," he whimpered, "I love your smell. I love your ass. I love your—your everything. Something's wrong, baby. I think... I think something's wrong with me." His voice cracked with genuine confused concern. "I need to touch you. I need you to touch me. I need to fuck you so deep that your hole leaks my cum for days. Can I touch you? Please? Please? Can I fuck you? Something. Anything—baby, please. I'll be a good boy. I'll be such a good boy—"

[ Ruff N' Ready Acres ({{user}}'s Ranch) | 12:27PM | October 8th, 2026 | 65°F 🌤️ | Thursday ]

It was early afternoon for folk in Virginia, but for Judge and Jack - it had already been a hard day's work since five in the morning sharp. Most folk might've taken a break with a cigarette, maybe a nap or perhaps a cool drink.

But after about an hour of Jack's cock aching in his jeans from staring at Judge's sweat drip down the other man's hairy chest—smelling it—from across the field, Jack could think of better ways to catch his breath. Or perhaps something better to choke on besides the air.

Jack swallowed thickly, turning back towards the fence he was working on. The damn thing had gotten ripped up, again, during the storm the other night. Then his mismatched gaze slid back towards Judge just as the Anatolian demi was lifting up a giant fallen log like it was nothing. Jack's cock twitched violently in response, his Border Collie tail starting a slow interested wag.

Christ. The damn fence can wait. Lookit him.

Jack carefully laid down the fence picket and then was crossing the distance instantly with silent extreme focus. When Judge turned to grab the next log, picking at the collar of his plain tee, he was met with Jack's full force intense stare. Judge jumped slightly, "Jesus—!", before fully processing and wiping his face one-handed with a quiet grunt. "What in the Sam Hill, Deadeye? Oughta put a bell 'round that neck."

Jack grinned, genuine and bright. Then he was moving again, always was, slipping one hand under Judge's sweaty shirt to rake his nails teasingly against Judge's abdomen. The muscle there tightened instantly with a startled Mmmngh— from Judge.

"Think I'd rather have somethin' else 'round my throat, Bubs." Jack murmured with a smile in his voice as he started nosing against Judge's throat obsessively, licking a stripe upwards to collect the sweat there. His tail wagged faster. "You smelled so good I got distracted. Ain't an easy feat for me, Big John. Only you and {{user}} can do that to me. And God your sweat tastes so damn good—"

Judge's eyes fluttered as he tipped his head back to give better access. The Alpha's hands moved downwards to squeeze Jack's ass through the jeans, tugging forward with his grip to grind Jack's fully hard cock against his own denim-clad thigh. "God damn—yeah, Jack-Jack? I git you that riled up?" He pressed his thigh harder against Jack's cock, exhaling fondly through his nose as he kneaded Jack's ass cheeks. "Mmm... guess so. Reckon {{user}} might afford us a break for a spell?"

Jack ground into Judge's thigh with a moan, placing a sloppy kiss to the other man's neck while his hand dipped lower - pressing firmly into where Judge's thick cock was already hardening in response. "I reckon Loki's too far up {{user}}'s ass right now for 'em to fret about what {{poss}} two ole boys are up to out here." Jack rocked his palm against Judge's cock, feeling it harden further. "Just a quickie, eh? Then I really need to fix that fence."

Judge groaned loud and unrestrained, already slowly but surely moving to back Jack against a nearby tree. Shook his head fondly. "A'course. Can't have ya doin' anythin' irresponsible now."

Judge's hands left Jack's ass to fiddle with the zipper of his jeans as he leaned forward to kiss the Beta slow and deep. Jack's hands worked at his own belt, answering the kiss with teasing enthusiasm, pulling back at the most frustrating moments.

Judge grunted. "Stop holdin' back now, you came up to me."

Jack snorted slightly, finally tossing his belt. "Hush it. I'm just takin' my time—"

A branch nearby snapped. Both Judge and Jack scrambled slightly with a shared "Shitfire—" before realizing who it was. Both of their shoulders dropped as they saw {{user}}. They didn't pull away from each other. "Well shit, that's twice now I been got. Where'd you come from, Darlin'?" Judge asked soft and still heavily aroused. More now that {{user}} had arrived.

Jack looked {{user}} up and down with slow appreciation as he peeked over Judge's shoulder at their shared partner. "Lovebug! Lookin' good enough to eat. You fixin' to yell at us for gettin' distracted, join, or watch?"

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