I looked at Runt. I felt myself going hot as I nodded. Runt licked his lips.
For the rest of night, I fell very quiet. Runt was still the life of the party, as if nothing was going on. But my heart was beating and my thoughts
were scattered. I had never thought I'd have the opportunity for a threesome. And I certainly had never thought it would be with two guys.
Runt grabbed my arm and brought me over to the Centurian. He chatted, made small-talk, flirted a little, but above all made sure we were
never too far away. The others came over, one-by-one, to make their goodbyes. But we remained and the Centurian was too charmed by us to
ask to leave. In the early hours of the morning, only the three of us remained.
"Looks like it's just us left," said the Centurian.
"Looks like," said Runt. Runt took off his hat.
There was an awkward silence. Naturally, it was Runt that broke it.
"My boyfriend..." he said - I shivered when he called me that-, "...noticed you were admiring his costume."
The Centurian looked at me. And my body.
"Yeah," he said, "It looks awesome, man."
"Would you like to feel it?" Runt said.
Another awkward silence. The Centurian looked at Runt, then at me, trying to work out if what was going on was what he thought was going
on. His breath was nervous, but he moved up on his seat and put a hand on my arm. He rubbed it gently. I began to pant.
"Wow," he said, "Is that real fur?"
"In a manner of speaking."
Then a strange thing happened to me. I began to feel hungry. It was a deep hunger, from some primal part of me. I looked at the Centurian and
I wanted to ravage him. I was frozen solid with fear. Then it faded.
Runt unbuttoned my shirt and guided his hand to my chest. He put his other hand on me too and began to massage. I gave out a low whimper
of pleasure. I felt the hunger rise in me again. I stared into the Centurian's eyes and when I spoke, it came out it a gruff, animal growl.
"You want to know why it's so convincing?" I asked.
The Centurian looked at me. I could tell the truth was already lurking at the back of his mind.
"My boyfriend is a real demon," I told him, "And he made me into a real wolf-man."
The Centurian took his hands off me for a moment. He was scared he might be in real danger. I licked my lips.
He looked at Runt. Runt was already climbing out of his suit. The Centurian could see that the horns and tail were real.
"Oh, fuck!" he said. He looked back at me.
"Don't panic," I said, "We're not going to hurt you. We just want to fuck you."
Runt pounced forward and unbuckled his kilt. He wasn't wearing any underwear. I licked my lips again as I saw his pulsing boner underneath.
He was getting the message.
"You guys aren't serious?" he said.
I pushed a claw into one of the tears on my jeans and ripped it right across the crotch. Then I pulled the whole thing away, leaving me in just
an open shirt and my boxers. As he watched, I teased my cock and balls out of the fold. A nub of pink was beginning to show out of my sheath.
"Holy fuck!" he said, "You really are a wolf-man."
"Suck it," I barked.
Transfixed by my wolf cock, he put his hands on my knees and began to lick my sheath. I growled.
Runt got behind him, completely nude now. He unbuttoned his chest-plate and took off his helmet. He wasn't a Centurian any more. He was
just an ordinary human, naked and hard. Runt clutched his ass and lowered his cock inside. I felt him quiver, but he didn't stop sucking me.
Runt grinned at me. I grinned back.
"You know," I said to the ex-Centurian, "If you like the way I look, you could have something done."
He stopped sucking and looked at me. "What?"
"My boyfriend can do anything," I said, "Right now, you're the only human here. What do you say we make this more interesting?"
A smile betrayed him. "I can be anything I want?"