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"So that's what I tried telling her, but this time she just wouldn't listen to me, and - I still think she's in the wrong, but like, I can't just come out and tell her, y'know?"

Coonix paused in his story there, both to take another sip of his drink as well as to look for a response from the black-furred Renamon beside him. He seemed friendly enough, though the marten couldn't deny that _some_kind of deeper intent simmered behind those sharp eyes, white irises on black sclera; at this point though, recently single and upset about it, he didn't care that much. As long as there was someone to listen.

"Mm." Tri, the Renamon, nodded and inclined his own glass towards Coonix. "I get you."

"Yeah, right, and..." The marten frowned, his thoughts and memory getting a little fuzzy at this point. "It's like, I... well, there's... she..."Who was I talking about? I just - can't stop looking at Tri. Maybe he should be an actor. I bet he'd steal the show... "Um... I - sorry, it's just..."

"Hmm?" The Renamon raised his pierced eyebrows while he took another sip of his own drink. "What's up? Got something to say?"

Coonix swallowed. "Yeah, I just... I've never really... been..." Bit by bit he finally looked at his new friend here, eyeing the way his ears poked up from his head, looking at the crest of silver hair coming down over one eye, the eyelids glimmering black from carefully applied makeup... the reamer through the ear, the ring through the eyebrow, the snakebites along pert black lips. "Into... guys, but... I'm sorry, Tri, I was just - ah..."

"Yeah?" Beside him Tri turned in his seat and straightened up, leather vest falling open around his smooth, sleek chest. Coonix swallowed, alcohol cool in his throat, and looked down over the field of silvery-grey revealed there: Tri was slim and tight, lithe and well-shaped, with just the slightest hint of muscle visible beneath thick, plush fur. Built without being too defined, he looked mostly feminine, but was still doubtlessly male - to say nothing of the huge balls and heavy shaft that hung down along the rim of the stool, thick foreskin bulging out around the wide Prince Albert there along the underside. "What's up? Broke up since you're making some... _discoveries_about yourself?"

Coonix lingered there for a moment, lost in his own mind. He had completely forgotten what he had come here to talk about, finding that from moment to moment his thoughts continued to shift forward towards this Renamon now facing him, Tri's eyes glinting, glimmering, sparkling with a life all their own, holding tight onto the marten's gaze whenever he tried to look away.

And the longer he looked, the more his mind warped...

"Yeah... well, no, but..." But the answer is yes, isn't it? I mean, just look at him. I just... want to...

_ _

Tri took another sip of his drink, pierced eyebrows lifting again. When he leaned in towards the bar his heavy shaft shifted atop his sack, then settled back into place.

The marten across from him cleared his throat, unable to believe the force of the desire that had started to pervade his thoughts and_his loins. _I've never seen this guy before today, and I've also never once thought about doing anything with another guy, and yet... ah, hell, I'm a little drunk, and I'm single. What could be the harm in it? He reached over, downed the rest of his drink, winced against the bite of the alcohol, and then pointed down between Tri's legs with a question on his muzzle.

The Renamon scoffed, rolled his eyes... and scooted closer to the edge of his seat to let his shaft and balls hang down, swaying heavily in the open air. Coonix swallowed again, and then in another moment had dropped to his knees in place there, boldly nuzzling forward towards the invitation. Scent like nothing else he had experienced, and thick, humid heat wafting around his head, further dulling his thoughts and senses... he sighed with relief and indulgence, pushed his nose up underneath the base of Tri's cock, then closed his eyes and held there for a moment.

Then he swallowed again and lifted up, the silken heat of Tri's cock draped across his nose. "Please," he said, looking up to those pale eyes. "Can I-? It would make me... feel better, I think..."

"Oh, of course. Of course." Tri's footpaw came gently in between Coonix's legs to press in against his groin, where his own arousal already pulsed fully hard. "You'll have to let me borrow something of yours, though."

"Yes. Anything. Just - please..."

"Come on. Show me."

So he obeyed. Muzzle still in place, Coonix busied himself with unbuttoning and unzipping his own pants fly; he brought his erection out into the air, sighed with relief at the eased pressure, then gave himself a few slow, steady strokes while he got to work there. He dragged his tongue up along Tri's underside, played around in the space between his ring and the hood of his foreskin, then slipped underneath; then he wrapped his lips in place, suckled and swallowed, slipped deeper and deeper into that thick, supple skin - and along the way felt his rhythm quicken, not out of arousal but rather because there was less to stroke.

Bit by bit it felt like his own length was becoming shorter and smaller, not exactly retreating into his body but just... _lessening._The thought was distant from his mind, though, and the marten focused more on bobbing steadily along Renamon's cock now twitching between his lips. Where Coonix could originally push all the way down and bury his nose in Tri's little puff of well-trimmed pubic fur, now he could barely make it halfway down; and the longer he went on, the smaller he himself became, the thicker and longer the Renamon grew in contrast.

On he went, head bobbing along the first half of Tri's cock, and then the first quarter, and then it came to where Coonix could do nothing but keep his lips parted underneath the Renamon's thick foreskin, tongue slurping back and forth underneath the rim and along his ring since he just could no longer fit him into his mouth, while now he had to poke and prod at himself with two fingers and his thumb. He glanced down through foggy eyes, turned his muzzle along Tri's impressive endowment, and saw that he himself had barely anything even visible, little more than something like his own little finger jutting out from above a sack the same size as the upper knuckle as his thumb.

But he didn't care. He swallowed again, pulled himself back out from underneath Tri's foreskin with his throat and lips coated in slick, sticky pre, and then dove right back in. Tri leaned back, tapped his empty glass on the bar for a refill, and then leaned forward to swipe Coonix's phone from where the marten had left it on his seat.

"I'm gonna call your ex," the Renamon purred.

Good, Coonix thought, mouth still busy; I've got all I'll ever need right here.