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Breaking Down and Hitching Up

For Catsithx

By Draconicon

Simon smiled as the plane taxied towards the gangplank. He'd finally landed in Las Vegas, and that meant that he was only an hour away from seeing Denise again. Bad luck be damned, he wasn't going to miss spending any time with her that he could help.

The black cat waited as patiently as an impatient lover could, pulling his hair back over his head time and time again as he all but bounced in his seat. She probably didn't know he was coming. He'd only told Devil that he was, and that wolf wasn't going to be passing that around. Well, not more than was necessary than to tell the other males that were part of his bachelor party that he wasn't interested in one. It didn't matter, really; if anyone had Denise on their arm, what else did they really need?

He smiled as he imagined her in the seat beside him, thinking about how life would be when they were married. They were close, already, very close, and had shared amazing times at the seashore, and back in New York City on a previous vacation. They knew each other's peculiarities and loved each other for them, craving any time that they could get together and putting aside more and more time to make it happen.

As far as Simon was concerned, he couldn't have found a better personality for him to spend the rest of his life with, and that was before they got to the other stuff. Sure, he hadn't had the chance to do more than see her naked - she wanted to save some stuff for the wedding night - but what he had to look forward to beat the pants off of any of the porn that he had been jerking it to, and he imagined that she was quite a bit better than his previous partners, as well.

An albino panther, as white as most of them were black, beautiful and as rare as gold. She was the epitome of desire, with curves that left her as hourglass as one could ever imagine, and she loved to show off her breasts. He remembered the various low-cut dresses that she wore around him, the many times that she'd leaned forward so much that he was sure that those lovely breasts were about to fall out and into view, only to pull back at the last second. She was shameless, and he loved her for it.

They were going to have a wonderful life.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are pulling up to the causeway now. You may reenable data on your mobile devices. Thank you for flying with us, and we hope to see you again soon."

Finally. He pulled his phone from his pocket, tapping the appropriate icons. Much as he was looking forward to seeing Denise again, he had been bored out of his mind on the long -

Ping.

He blinked. That was an Instagram alert, something that he almost never saw unless Denise was uploading something. Was she putting up status updates from her bachelorette party? That would have been a first; he thought it was supposed to be all private.

Well, doesn't hurt to see what she's up to. Maybe she wants me to know that she's having a good time.

The black cat tapped the icon as the other passengers in his row got to their feet, and no sooner had he done so than the screen was filled with a video status message. His eyes went wide as he had a view that he never would have expected to see.

It was from her phone, no doubt, but rather than just seeing her face, he saw her naked. Her breasts swayed as the white panther moaned, her eyes rolled back and just a hint of the usual blue that he loved looking into looked back at him. She was gasping, soundlessly moaning as the mute camera recorded her getting...getting...

She was getting fucked, he thought as his mind finally caught up with the heart-rending reality on his phone. He couldn't look away as the camera dropped, almost falling to the floor before someone caught it. It gave him a perfect view of her breasts swinging back and forth as someone fucked her over a table, showing him a hint of her pussy being spread by someone else's cock. Her ring, the engagement ring that he'd paid for and given her, glimmered on her finger as she kept getting railed.

She was clearly taking it intentionally. She was...

She was...not waiting for him.

"Sir?"

He blinked, looking up from the phone as he instinctively turned it off. A raccoon woman was just leaning in, dressed in the airline's colors. A flight attendant. Yes. He looked around; the plane was empty. He'd been staring at his phone the whole time, lost in what he was seeing, unable to look away.

"Sir, are you alright? Do you need medical attention?"

"...I'm fine," he said, and he barely recognized his own voice. It sounded shattered, barely there, so thin that the slightest breeze might shatter it. "Or...I...I'm sorry. I have to go."

She didn't try and stop him. Why should she? Budget airlines were all about the bottom line. He...

He had to go.

He had to go.

Clink.

"Another," Simon muttered, pushing the shotglass back toward the bartender. "Something stronger, if you got it."

"That's the strongest one I got. How are you still standing?"

"Dunno."

The black cat shook his head. The last three hours had been half a blur of shock and half a vivid storm of rage and pain. He remembered leaving the airport, only to 'wake up' half an hour later just outside the Chapel of Love. The drive-through wedding venue had asked him to leave after he'd started shouting at people, and had even called the police to make sure that he did. He apologized and left, though not without feeling a bit bereft in the process.

Another blur, and then he'd been looking down the road at the brothel out in the desert. A temptation, but one he'd turned himself from before he blacked out again. He wanted to forgive her, wanted to have another chance.

Another blur, another shift. Sitting in the park, staring at his phone. How many times did he watch the video before it was taken down? How many times did he burn the nameless dick into his memory as his soon-to-be wife - or ex-wife - or something - took it with her excessive moans? He didn't know. He didn't want to know.

Now, his phone was off. He'd been drinking, and drinking hard, for the past twenty minutes, and he was trying to get a little more. Just enough to get another black-out, just enough to push him past the bounds of consciousness so that he didn't have to think again. The fact that he'd wake up again didn't matter as long as he could make it stop right now.

The bartender hadn't given him his glass back yet. He looked up to see the jackal shaking his head.

"What?"

"You're done, man."

"I'm not."

"You are. You're barely conscious."

"I'm fine."

"You're not going to be if you keep going."

"So? Maybe I want -"

"Duty as a bartender to look after those that can't look after themselves."

"...Fuck you."

"However you like, sir, but not here."

"...Ugh."

He turned around, shaking his head as he looked at the other people in the bar. There weren't many; it must have still been early for drinking in Vegas. He imagined that Denise would have been in a place like this, getting fucked over a fucking table. She probably didn't even care that a hundred other people were seeing someone using her before her husband ever got the chance.

The black cat tried to stand up and immediately fell over again, grunting as the alcohol in his system reminded him just how much he'd consumed. Probably more than he should, honestly, but that was a problem for the future, not for the moment.

Or...it would be, if he could walk.

Fucking Denise could walk. Walk from one cock to another. How many people had she fucked while asking him to wait, he wondered? How many of them had been people that she had just met and didn't care about, and how many times had she been laughing up her sleeve about what it meant to make him wait?

Would she have told him?

Would she have kept it a big joke?

Or was that meant to be their break-up?

Well, it was now. They were done. If he ever saw her again, he'd yank the ring off her finger and leave her where she stood. She'd know. Oh, she'd know what the fuck she'd done to him. She hadn't been drunk. She'd been completely sober in that fucking video; he'd hoped that she was drunk, had stared at her in hopes of seeing some excuse for it, but there was fucking nothing.

He didn't know how angry he could get. He imagined quite a bit more if he really tried, and if he did, he wasn't sure if he could be responsible for what happened next. He'd already been kicked out of a wedding venue while he was sober. While he was drunk, he probably couldn't be trusted with anything.

Now that's a sober thought...

He wondered if he could get more alcohol with that, but decided not to test his luck. The jackal was cutting him off, and if he knew bartenders, the more that you argued after you hit the cutoff point, the more pissed-off they got. Better to keep his head and not do something that'd get the cops called again.

But he needed something. A distraction, a friend, a...something. He could have called Devil, maybe, but the wolf would have said something stupid, maybe spoken up to tell him not to throw it all away and...and...

Simon rubbed his eyes. They were welling up again, and he wasn't going to cry now. Not when he wasn't the one that fucked up. This was all Denise's fault. He wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of making him cry again.

But he needed something. Someone that wasn't going to make him feel like this was something he should just take. Someone that would remind him that he was good. Someone that would make his ego feel like it wasn't on the brink of shattering.

Need to get laid...

The thought almost hurt, but it didn't quite. Not when he remembered the faces of some previous lovers. Hell, there'd been a dragon guy - a guy, for crying out loud - that had been all but addicted to him, calling all hours of the day and night until Simon had managed to get him to go away and leave him alone. That was just one of the many partners he'd had before Denise, all of whom had gone off-limits once he had gotten engaged.

If he'd fucked her, she wouldn't have been tempted. She wouldn't have left him. He was a good fucker. Really good.

He reached down, adjusting his cock as it started shifting in his pants, knowing that it wasn't a good time to be thinking quite that dramatically. Better to be focusing on who he could get with tonight, someone achievable, someone that would be enjoyable.

He glanced around the bar. There were a few singles around, but with the buzz of the alcohol going through him, he couldn't entirely make out who was good and who was not. It was hard to think straight, and he didn't want to end up under a guy again. That one time had been a bad one, and not something that his ego could take right now.

Come on...gotta be...something...

His head spun as he glanced from one patron to another. A tigress was briefly considered before he moved on, groaning as he put it out of his head. She looked rough, if strong and sexy, and he didn't want rough. He wanted...fun. Just fun.

He spotted a black panther, but that was just too much. Not after Denise, no matter how thick her ass was and how much she was flaunting it. Woman was in a swimsuit, more or less, and the denim in the back was all but being eaten by her ass. It was like she was begging to get spanked, or more. But it was too much, way too much.

Moving on.

And on.

And on.

Finally, he spotted a sergal at the far end of the bar. They were smaller in chest than some sergals he'd seen before, but there was a hint of hips there, something that made him think female. At the very least, he thought bottom.

Fuck it.

At least sergals were something new. At least that wouldn't make him think of Denise or the things that had happened to him already. He pushed himself out of his stool, almost fell flat on his face, and kept walking.

She looked up as he approached, one eyebrow raised. She was pretty. Her white fur went down between her boobs, running over her chest before disappearing under her shirt, while her arms were more of a deep blue that faded down to a teal color running down her lower arms and hands. She was just slender enough that she looked like she had to be female, and could be manhandled, while still keeping that sergal wildness that was so appealing.

He stopped just outside her booth, looking down at her as she looked up at him. She broke the ice.

"And you are?"

Female. Very female, by that voice. At least he didn't have to worry about a sudden dicking.

"Simon. Looking for...for fun."

"...Heh, that's your pick-up line?"

"I ain't got much. Beat-up, knocked-down, and...probably too stupid sometimes. But I can make it good."

"Uh-huh."

"I'm a good guy."

"I've heard that before."

"I want to make someone feel good. It'll...it'll make me feel good about myself again."

"...Huh. Can't say I heard that pick-up line before." She fixed him with a small smile. "Alright, Simon. I'm Averil. Think that you can handle me?"

"That a yes?"

"That depends. Can you?"

"...Yeah. Yeah, I can handle you."

"Prove it."

"Ah!"

Averil hit the bed with a thump, her tail up as Simon followed her in, three fingers already buried between her thighs as he finger-fucked her as hard as his arm would allow him. He slammed three fingers in and out so fast that he barely realized what he was doing, panting as she moaned for air.

"Oh, fuck...oh, fuck you know what you're doing."

"I haven't even started yet."

"Mmmph. Fuck...fuck, I'm gonna...gonna cum!"

He growled, leaning in with all the determination to make her do just that. He laid over her, all but biting her neck as he rolled her back. No tail over her back, just pinned to the bed as he held her legs open. In, out, in, out, the wet squelch and the hot mess of her pussy juices over his fingers getting stickier and slimier by turns. She arched her back, huffing softly as her fur matted back from the assault on her pussy.

"Nnngh...mmmph!"

Still growling, he bit down on her neck, holding her as he all but snarled against her flesh out of sight. There was no need for her to see that. This was anger at Denise, anger that was coming out in a fingering that the other woman would never get, a pleasure that she would never feel. Teach her a lesson for dropping him before he ever got to show her how good he could do.

In, out, in, out, all but slapping her pussy as he forced a fourth finger in. She was screaming, the hotel room echoing from the rough play. She grabbed his arm, not to push him away, but to hold it still - or try to - as she humped against him. Her breath caught in her throat for a split second before -

"NNNGH!"

She threw her head back against her pillow, cumming hard as she squirted her brains out. Her juices hit the far wall with a splatter that he could hear, and he yanked his fingers free. The sergal collapsed, gasping for breath as she rolled her head back.

"Oh, fuck...oh, fuck you know what you're doing."

"I'm not done."

"You better not be. I don't want just fingers."

"You'll get so much more."

"How big?"

"Big enough."

He half-expected her to demand that he show her, but she was faster than that. Her fingers, though shaky, were quick as they went for his groin, pulling at his zipper and pulling his pants down. His cock jumped out, mostly hard already, and the barbed tip was quick to get her affections as she stroked down the shaft. He growled softly, letting go of her as she leaned in, kissing his tip.

"Mmm, this is going to get me going."

"You are gonna get it...I'm going to make you feel...so good."

"If you're this good drunk, maybe you're even better sober."

"Heh..."

"Ah, well."

She smiled at him, and for a moment, he almost felt like something had happened. Another blur? Another black-out? He glanced out the hotel window. Depth of night. But they'd come right here...right?

She silenced his thoughts with a rough but fast deepthroat, and he groaned as she swallowed him right to the root. He bucked forward, she pulled back, and they awkwardly ground and pressed together for a few seconds before she pulled away completely, leaving him harder and wetter than before.

"Okay...okay, enough foreplay."

He watched as she got on all fours, pushing her ass back toward him. The sight of those shimmering holes, the way her pussy was still drooling down her thighs and the way that her ass was all but winking at him, made it very clear what she wanted. Well, he was more than willing to deliver.

Wobbling despite himself, he got up behind her, dragging his cock along her thigh until he could line it up with her pussy. It was a little tricky, trickier than just hammering her sex with his fingers, but it was not that bad. He felt her warmth, grinding against it a few times before slowly pulling it up a bit higher...then a bit higher, and then -

Squelch.

"Mmmph...oh, you're good."

"Too big?"

"Just right. Oh fuck yeah."

That was what he needed. That enthusiasm, that need for him. He'd had so little of that of late, and he needed to know that he was wanted, that he was needed. It was so fucking good that it even made her pussy secondary for a moment.

But only for a moment.

Simon rammed himself in, and as Averil moaned eagerly for more, thrusting her hips back, he grabbed her tight. Her fur was thick and made for easy handholds, and her tail was off to the side, offering him a perfect view of her body taking his cock, sucking it in, accepting him with ease. She pushed back even more as he looked, almost like she was trying to show how much her body loved it.

He gave it to her. He gave it to her hard.

The bed shook under them as he thrust away, his hips swinging forward and back, her ass cheeks bunching up and clenching every time that he hilted inside of her. She was leaning forward, almost biting her pillow as he took his pleasure, and he could feel her clenching down again already. She was tight, wet, and hot, but he was taking her like she was some little bitch under him.

Was it a hate-fuck? Kind of. He didn't care. It was something to make him feel better, and Averil was along for the ride.

He pulled her back, making each thrust a loud, wet smack as he rammed in and out, in and out. The squelching sound of his cock piercing past her pussy lips was all the hotter as a result, and the smack of his hips hitting her ass was just, well, perfect.

Her moans made it better, soothing his ego, reminding him of how good he was at this. His snarl slowly transformed to a smile, and from there, to a wide grin as he rutted her, plunging in so far that he could feel his balls slapping off her clit.

As the sergal reached back, rubbing herself with one hand, he slapped her ass. The sharp smack made her yelp.

"Hey!"

"No touching. I'm going to make you cum...without that."

He was still slurring slightly, but didn't care. He wanted the ego boost of getting her off without her touching herself, of being that good a male that she didn't need it. She looked back at him like he was nuts, only to smile.

"Alright...fine. Do it."

She lowered her head into the pillow, swaying her hips slightly, tickling the head of his cock with her depths. It was a challenge, and he took it with a will.

"Nnngh...mmmph...Nnngh!"

They groaned together as he started thrusting again, his arms wrapped around her hips and dipping close to her pussy. She was dripping, soaked, her juices running down her thighs and onto the mattress. They were going to be sleeping in a puddle, and he didn't give a fuck. All that mattered was getting her off, and getting off in her afterward.

Smack, smack, smack, her ass cheeks rippling from each thrust, her pussy clenching tight and pulling out slightly against his cock as if trying to suck it back in or stop him from getting away. It was so hot that he just rammed back in every time, seeing the pink flesh disappear and hearing the sharp 'smack' of his hips hitting hers again.

He couldn't get away from the smell of sex, pussy, of heat and want and warmth. It had been so long since he smelled that, since he had had a lover that wanted it this bad.

How had he forgotten this?

How had he lived without it?

In, out, in, out, each thrust accompanied by the moans of his partner, the squeak of the bed, or something else of that sort. It didn't matter how hard he went, or how loud he got. She was louder, and she was on the verge. He could feel it, each clench showing him how much more she wanted it.

He leaned forward, the cat over the sergal. She was the stronger, but he was the lover. He was the better.

He was good.

"Cum for me..."

"Nnngh..."

"Cum for me, and I'll cum for you."

"Almost...almost..."

"Cum for me...and I'll breed you."

"AH!"

That was like the magic word for her. He didn't know why, and he didn't care, but it opened the floodgates and he could feel her clenching down as she came, her inner walls milking his cock for everything that it was worth. Simon panted, leaning in and holding tight as he thrust against her vise-tight pussy. Grind, thrust, grind, thrust, feeling her cumming under him, feeling her inner walls and the soft, gripping texture they had -

And then he was over the edge, and cumming. He felt every pulse through his cock, feeling her milking it out, taking everything that he had and wanting more. He loved it, and he gave it to her.

Pulse.

Pulse.

Pulse.

He slumped over her back, feeling her inner walls still working him over even as he felt his pleasure draining. His balls felt...not empty, but more satisfied, and he could feel the booze hitting him.

Then, he passed out.

Morning came, and with it, a headache. He groaned, thankful that past him had set a water bottle by the couch. He took it and flipped the lid off, sucking down a good half of it before looking around.

"Hotel...right..."

He remembered the hotel. Or at least, he remembered that he had gone to one with the sergal...Averil, her name was. Shaking his head, he rolled upright and immediately regretted it, cupping his head and muttering under his breath.

"Ow...ow...ow..."

Okay, so he wasn't as untouched by the booze as he'd hoped. Time to make good on that.

He kept sipping water as he fumbled around. His phone - yeah, there it was, plugged into the wall and sitting on a chair. Pulling it free, he turned it on. The various notifications started pinging almost immediately, and he shook his head as he turned the volume down before it could drive a noise-spike right through his skull.

Quite a few calls. Some friends. Denise. He ignored the latter, particularly the text stream that followed. One might have said sorry, but he no longer cared. They were fucking through as far as he was concerned. The rut had convinced him of one thing: he was not going to go without doing something that brought him and his partner so much pleasure ever, ever, ever again.

He went through some of the others. Couple of texts from Devil; wolf apparently got a little worried after the long period of time that he'd been incommunicado, and - fuck, he'd seen the Instagram post, too. Must have been when it first went up, while Simon had still been on the plane.

Least the man's sympathetic, he thought, looking at the various messages that had come in during the night. A lot of them, all hoping that he hadn't killed himself or something. Heh. Least someone cares about me.

Knock knock.

The sound of a fist against wood was not what his ears and head needed right then. Groaning under his breath, he pushed himself to his feet. He realized he was naked and didn't care. Anyone interrupting this early could take a little full-frontal, as far as he was concerned. He did not have the wherewithal to deal with this.

He opened the door, only to find himself face to face with a dark-furred wolf in a t-shirt, jeans, and a worried expression. Devil all but slumped in relief as soon as their eyes met.

"Oh, thank fuck, you're alive...and naked. Very naked. Uh..."

"Fuck off. Pants can wait."

"Normally I'd argue, but after last night and worried I'd find you on ice or kidnapped to an icy palace to never see normal mortals again, I'm not going to complain. Mind if I come in?"

"Go ahead."

Simon turned sideways and the wolf stepped through the door. Almost immediately, Devil covered his nose, groaning under his breath, and Simon chuckled.

"That bad?"

"Man, it smells like you had your bachelor party here. What the hell were you doing last night?"

"...You know...I don't remember."

"Come on, man. We've been friends for years. Don't tease."

"No, seriously. I barely remember coming here last night, and...yeah, I remember getting some, but -"

"Nnngh..."

Both the cat and the wolf whipped their heads towards the bedroom as a second, then third groan came from within. Simon was slowly remembering his partner from the last night, from the small - almost unseen - breasts she had to her muscular ass, but he couldn't remember much else.

Not until she stepped out.

The naked sergal walked across the hotel penthouse main room, stopping at the kitchen fridge. She pulled out three water bottles and one of the complimentary liquor bottles, thumping the last one down on the counter before popping the lid of one of the water bottles. She downed it and was starting on the second before she even seemed to notice that Devil was there.

Simon half-expected some embarrassment, but instead, the sergal - Averil - smiled. She spread her legs slightly, spreading her pussy lips with her free hand before bringing some cum up.

"Sorry, already grabbed."

Devil whistled, shaking his head as the sergal turned back to him. She took a few more drinks of water, wiping her fingers on her hips before clearing her throat.

"So, how long until we go home?"

"...We? Home?" Simon asked.

"Yeah. You and me." She held up her hand, twiddling her fingers as a golden band shimmered on one of them. "Remember?"

In a rush, he did. The blur between the bar and the hotel unfuzzed, and he saw them together. He had barely been able to stand, and she was holding him up as they exchanged rings -

Denise's ring was on her finger, he realized, the real ring that he had planned to give her at the wedding rather than the engagement ring. He had been that drunk, he realized, that he'd actually gone through with a wedding before getting around to fucking her. His mouth dropped open as he stared, and Averil chuckled, putting her hand on her hip.

"Come on, you can't say it wasn't worth it."

"I...you..."

"Ugh. Let's not be upset. You liked it, right?"

"...Yeah. Did you?"

"Fuck yeah. So, no problem. We're married. Let's move on. Before I get a bigger headache."

As she went back to the bedroom, doubtlessly to lie down and wait off the rest of her headache, Devil whipped around to look him in the eye. The wolf shook his head and chuckled.

"You drop one off and pick another up. Mad skills, man."

"Shut up."

He was married. Holy fuck, he was married...and to a hotter woman than he had expected. That...was going to take some getting used to.

At least she liked sex.

The End

Summary: Going to Las Vegas to visit his soon-to-be wife suddenly gets much more awkward.

Tags: M/F, Cheating, Heartbreak, Panther, Albino, Cat, Sergal, Wolf, Vaginal, Fingering, Oral, Teasing, Orgasm, Cum, Squirting, Drunk, What Did I Just Do,