Fron-ta, Warun-ta, Swan-chan Threesome

The locker room under Uvance Todoroki Stadium still smelled of sweat, grass, and the sharp tang of liniment. The match had ended hours ago—Kawasaki Frontale had ground out a hard 2-1 win—but Fron-ta and Warun-ta had lingered, peeling off their kits slowly, the blue and purple dolphin mascots still humming with leftover adrenaline.

Fron-ta’s sky-blue back and beige underbelly glistened under the fluorescent lights. His oversized cleats sat discarded by the bench. Warun-ta leaned against the lockers, purple fur slightly mussed, half-lidded eyes already looking bored with the usual post-game routine—until the door clicked open.

Swan-chan stepped in, white plumage soft and clean, the pink crown perched between her sleek head and the dark curve of her beak. The orange-and-blue Albirex stripes of her jersey clung to her rounded body. She closed the door behind her with a quiet smile.

“Heard you two were still here,” she said, voice light. “Figured the winners might want some… company.”

Warun-ta’s lazy gaze sharpened. Fron-ta’s large oval eyes tracked her as she crossed the room. Neither dolphin spoke at first. Swan-chan’s yellow legs carried her closer; the flared white skirt of her lower body swayed. She stopped between them, reached up, and tugged the zipper of her jersey down. Soft white feathers parted. Her full breasts settled free, nipples already tight.

Fron-ta moved first. He cupped one breast in a gloved hand, thumb brushing the peak, then bent his rounded snout and took the nipple into his mouth. Warm, wet pressure. Swan-chan’s breath hitched. Warun-ta circled behind her, large white gloves sliding under the remaining fabric of her jersey and down over the soft curve of her hips. He pushed the skirt upward. Between her thighs the white plumage parted to reveal a smooth, flushed pussy—already glistening.

“Fuck,” Warun-ta muttered, voice low and rough. He dragged two thick fingers along her slit, collecting the wetness, then pushed them inside. Swan-chan’s knees flexed. Fron-ta switched to the other breast, tongue working, while one hand slid down her belly to find her clit and rub slow circles.

She reached for both of them at once. Fron-ta’s athletic shorts came down first. His cock sprang free—thick, blue-tinged shaft, heavy and already hard, the head flushed darker. Swan-chan wrapped her wing-like arm around it and stroked, thumb smearing the bead of precum at the tip. Warun-ta’s shorts followed. His cock was just as thick, purple shaft, veins standing out, the head broad. She took him in her other hand and worked both shafts in steady rhythm.

“On your knees,” Warun-ta said.

She sank down onto the cool tile. Fron-ta’s cock filled her mouth first. She opened wide around the thick head, tongue sliding along the underside as she took him deeper. Saliva slicked the shaft. Warun-ta stepped closer; she turned her head, lips stretching around his cock next, sucking hard while her free hand kept stroking Fron-ta. The two dolphins watched her work, one cock glistening with spit while the other disappeared between her beak and soft tongue.

Fron-ta’s hand settled on the back of her head, guiding her deeper. She gagged once, recovered, and took him to the base, nose brushing the soft fur of his underbelly. When she pulled off, a string of saliva connected her lower beak to his cock. She turned immediately to Warun-ta and swallowed him the same way—slow, thorough, throat working around the thick length.

Warun-ta’s half-lidded eyes were fully open now. He pulled free with a wet pop.

“Up,” he ordered.

They lifted her easily. Fron-ta sat on the bench, cock standing straight up. Swan-chan straddled him, guiding the thick head to her soaked pussy. She sank down in one long slide. Both of them groaned. Her walls stretched tight around the girth; the head pushed deep until her soft lower body rested fully against his hips. She rocked once, twice, feeling every ridge.

Warun-ta stepped behind her. His hands spread the white feathers of her rear. He spat once into his palm, stroked his cock, then pressed the broad head against her tight asshole. Swan-chan’s breath stuttered. Fron-ta held her hips steady. Warun-ta pushed forward—slow, relentless—until the head popped inside. She cried out, body clenching around both cocks at once. Inch by inch he fed the rest of his shaft into her ass until his hips met the soft curve of her rear.

They stayed still for a moment, letting her adjust. Then Fron-ta began to thrust upward. Warun-ta matched him from behind. The dual rhythm filled her completely—cock in her pussy, cock in her ass, sliding past each other through the thin wall of flesh between. Swan-chan’s arms wrapped around Fron-ta’s neck. Her beak opened against the side of his head. Soft, broken sounds spilled out with every deep stroke.

Warun-ta’s gloved hands gripped her waist harder. He drove in faster, the wet slap of skin and fur loud in the locker room. Fron-ta’s mouth found one of her breasts again, sucking while he fucked up into her. She came first—tight, fluttering contractions around both shafts, a sharp cry muffled against Fron-ta’s blue fur. Her pussy clenched hard; wetness spilled down onto his balls.

They didn’t stop. Warun-ta pulled out of her ass, cock shining, and guided her forward so she leaned over Fron-ta’s chest. Fron-ta stayed buried deep in her pussy. Warun-ta stepped to the side, presented his cock to her mouth again. She took him eagerly, tasting herself on the shaft while Fron-ta resumed thrusting from below. The angle changed—deeper, sharper. Every upward snap of Fron-ta’s hips drove her mouth further onto Warun-ta’s cock.

After a few minutes they shifted again. Warun-ta lay back on the long bench. Swan-chan straddled him reverse, facing away, and sank onto his cock—pussy stretching around the purple shaft this time. Fron-ta moved in front of her, cock level with her face. She opened for him at once, sucking while she rode Warun-ta. Then Fron-ta stepped closer, lifted one of her yellow legs, and pressed the head of his cock against her already-used asshole. She pushed back. He slid in smooth and deep.

Now Warun-ta filled her pussy and Fron-ta filled her ass. The two dolphins found a new rhythm—Warun-ta thrusting up, Fron-ta driving forward. Swan-chan’s body rocked between them, white plumage bouncing, pink crown slightly askew. Her moans came continuous and raw. Saliva dripped from the corners of her beak around Fron-ta’s cock whenever she managed to take him into her mouth between thrusts.

Fron-ta’s breathing grew ragged. He pulled out of her ass, stroked once, then pushed back into her pussy alongside Warun-ta’s cock for a moment—double-stuffing her stretched entrance—before withdrawing again. Warun-ta stayed buried. Fron-ta lined up once more with her pussy and drove deep, joining the other shaft for several hard strokes until Swan-chan came a second time, shaking, pussy spasming around both thick cocks.

They separated just enough for Warun-ta to pull free. Fron-ta stayed inside her. Warun-ta stood, cock dark and slick, and pressed the head to her open mouth. She sucked him clean while Fron-ta fucked her through the aftershocks. Then positions changed one last time.

Fron-ta lay back. Swan-chan mounted him facing forward, pussy swallowing his cock to the base. Warun-ta knelt behind her again, spat, and pushed into her ass. The three of them locked together. Hard, deep thrusts. The wet sounds of cock moving in pussy and cock moving in ass filled the room. Swan-chan’s breasts swayed with every impact. Her clit ground against Fron-ta’s underbelly. She came a third time—long, rolling, voice cracking.

Fron-ta’s hips stuttered. He drove up hard, buried to the hilt, and came. Thick pulses of cum flooded her pussy, spilling around his shaft as he kept thrusting through it. The creampie was heavy and hot. Warun-ta lasted only a few more strokes. He buried himself in her ass, groaned low, and emptied himself deep—another thick load filling her. Swan-chan’s body milked both of them, soft walls fluttering.

They stayed joined for long seconds, breathing hard. When Warun-ta finally pulled out, a slow trickle of cum followed from her stretched hole. Fron-ta’s cock slipped free next; more of his cum leaked from her well-fucked pussy, running down the soft white feathers of her inner thighs.

Swan-chan sank forward onto Fron-ta’s chest, body limp and warm. Warun-ta dropped onto the bench beside them, purple fur damp, half-lidded eyes satisfied for once. No one spoke for a while. The only sounds were slowing breaths and the distant echo of the empty stadium above.

Eventually Swan-chan stirred. She kissed the side of Fron-ta’s snout, then reached over and dragged her beak lightly along Warun-ta’s jaw.

“Same time next week?” she asked, voice still husky.

Warun-ta’s mouth curved in a rare, lazy smirk. Fron-ta’s arms tightened around her.

The answer was already yes.