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Hey everyone,

Sorry for not posting in a while, being really busy lately! I have been thinking about this story for a week now, it's something that was inspired by the Italy-France rugby game! By the way, I wrote football, but I mean soccer; since the setting is in Italy, people think of the sport as football! Heck, the football of the States is called American football, even if in Italian there is no chance to confuse the names! So, sorry American and Canadian furries ^^ Hope you will like it, and if you do, I hope you will leave a fave, a comment or a vote for me! And, as always, thank you Gritou for the help you give me! I love you!

"De Rossi shoots the ball to the other side of the field... Destro catches it and runs with it...."

Dario half listened to the enthusiastic comment of the game, his feline eyes fixed on the wide screen in front of him and on the actions he displayed, with the occasional close up to the sweaty and panting players. For him, football was a religion, one that has to be followed in reverent silent, with his voice used only to celebrate the holy scoring of his team and for the hisses of when the blasphemous other team dared to the same.

"Destro ... He dribbles the defenders... He tosses the ball toward Totti...."

This time though there was another element that added to his quietness, and enhanced somewhat his watching pleasure. Or so he had thought in his pride, since now the tables had turned and he was about to face the consequences of his foolishness.

"And Totti throws the ball aaaaaaand Abbiati catch it, sending it out of the field!"

Why did Milan have to suck just this once? He had been so sure about the team's triumph over Roma, with the long line of victories it had hoarded so far! But no, this time it was getting a beating from the Roman team, coming closer to being defeated with every action.

"Tense Dario?" A rumble came from his side.

The panther turned his head and faced the smirking mass of Great Dane who he called friend, his ears flicking.

"Tense? Me? Not at all." He muttered, not liking to show the turmoil inside his head.

"You seems to be to me. Regretting having done that bet?" Flavio kept smirking, obviously enjoying seeing his friend squirming at every action.

"Of course I am not, we are going to win." The black big cat said half-heartedly, not wanting to admit that inevitability. If the game didn't change now, the team would lose, and if it lost he had to... He shook his head, not wanting to think about that.

"Poor kitty cat, you thought Roma was an easy prey for your Milan, eh?" The canine said looking at the slightly smaller but equally muscled black fur.

Dario didn't answer, just turning back to watch the game but feeling those piercing eyes on himself. He had been so sure that he had agreed to do that stupid bet, but now his team was under a heavy attack, too heavy...

"I'm sure this will teach you to not be so cocky around me, don't you think?" The Dane grunted, folding his arms behind his head but not averting his stare from his friend. He was having fun, that bastard, his black-and-white muzzle set in a perpetual mocking smile, and he wasn't even a supporter of Roma! He had just proposed the bet for the sake of it, not because he wanted to teach a lesson.

"I wasn't cocky, I was well aware of the prowess of my team." He simply replied, the blood drumming so loudly in his round ears that the comment was barely audible.

"I swear you were Dario, you are just insufferable when boasting about Milan!" The other retorted back, freeing one paw to give his belly a good scratch. Or so it seemed to the feline from the movements, he was too focused on the game to care to look.

The other didn't say anything, content with the amount of teasing he had delivered, probably already savoring his win, the arrogant mutt. But Dario didn't care; he just watched the screen, hoping for a miracle to be delivered to him.

"Totti steals the ball... He advances... He pierces the enemy lines... He is now alone in front of the goal... And ... And... GGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAL!"

Dario's ears dropped, his head lowering between his legs while he broke in groans of desperation for the outcome of the game, the jubilant cries of the commenter just piling up with its dire contrast.

"Oh, come on, there is still a minute left, you can get to a draw!" The canine mockingly cheered him up, and the feline could imagine the broad smile painted on that long muzzle, eyes happy to see the desperation and lust for the prize appearing in them. He just mewled something, not even daring to stand straight again, just hearing the voice from the TV in the foolish hopes that everything would change for him.

"The Milan seems dishearten... It feebly tries to counterattack, but the ball is stolen again.... The players of Roma are just losing time, waiting for the final whistle... And here it comes, ROMA WON, ROMA ONE, MILAN GOES BACK HOME WITH A SORE DEFEAT AFTER-"

The loud cheering man was cut abruptly, which woke the panther up from his revere by the sheer lack of sound that had fallen in the living room. He rose his head, one quick look at the television telling him the game, or what was left of the program, was muted and turned to face his friend. The look the Great Dane sported was positively evil, a good prelude to what was going to happen; he opened his muzzle, surely to begin to gloat about the endgame result.

"Nice game, eh Dario? Milan fought until the end and played well, I thought they would end up in a draw!" The first jab came as predicted, a small one at first, probably because the big dog wanted to save the worst for later.

"What's the use of playing well if we still end defeated?" The panther replied, a faint growl of annoyance showing in his voice.

"It's a small joy, I think." The other barked, then stayed silent, just staring at his friend with a huge malicious grin on his face. He was getting under Dario's skin for sure, putting salt on his fresh wounds and not even hitting to what both of them knew was going to happen! Of that, the feline was sure, the Great Dane wasn't the type of guy to forget to collect a win; for what matter, he himself wasn't the type of cat to not pay what was due.

"Please, stop that, we played well but we lost. And you are just wasting time to tease me, for fuck's sake, I lost the bet so let's be done with it!" He shouted, ears flicking. His outburst didn't even make his friend flinch, he just stayed there with as big a grin as his muzzle was capable off. Damn mutt!

"Ohhh, is kitty cat eager to be done with it?" The big canine teased again, one big paw colliding with the feline's shoulder.

"Yes, the sooner we start the better!" Dario hissed, tensing at feeling the canine limb on his body. His tail, showing between his legs, was giving out his irritation with rigid jerks and flicks. No, he didn't like what he had to do now to pay off the bet, that was sure.

"I see, well, get started." Flavio said, changing his grab on the big cat, his paw was now holding the neck, and pushing him on his lap, the feline's head slamming against his crotch. The panther mewled to this sudden rude treatment, and his mewl increased when he felt his face against the very big and hard tool trapped in those pants.

"Don't you dare complain! You know what you were going to get!" The dog growled, increasing his hold on the muscular neck. "Now, I want to feel those thin lips around my cock!"

The cat snorted, but didn't speak his mind. Since it was clear the dog wouldn't do it himself, he moved his paws and unzipped the pants, releasing a thick whiff of male musk. His nose twitched at that alien smell, but he didn't try to escape it, he just stayed there and waited for the dog to do the next move. He was going to do it, but, damn it, he wouldn't make it easy for the bastard!

The seconds passed, without either one moving. Finally, Flavio sighed and spoke his next order.

"Didn't you hear me? I want your mouth around my doggie rod! Lower those pants and underwear!" He barked, releasing his hold on the cat to let him do as ordered. The cat complied, standing up a bit and unbuckling his friend's shorts and dropping them, followed by his briefs. The thick doghood sprung free of its constrictions, slapping against the shirt-covered chest of the Great Dane and coating it with pre, barely missing the black feline face.

"Now, no more dilly-dally, go down on me!" The dog commanded, leaning on the couch and folding his arms behind his head, preparing himself to get some tongue work. Dario was sure that he was enjoying that, humiliating this once proud Milan fan! But a bet was a bet, and a cat gotta do what he needed to do, so he lowered again until he breathed on the glistening tool in front of him. The white-and-black canine moaned for just that, the fucker!

Dario licked his lips nervously, taking courage, then delved with his mouth open, taking the pointed tip in his muzzle along with the first inch of that pole, eliciting a louder moan from the canine. The salty and strange, for the feline, taste of pre assaulted his buds; not exactly his most favorite thing, surely different from the product of his loins, but still something he could live with. He tentatively rose his head again, with only the tip in his mouth, then lowered his head again, taking another inch or two of doggy tool in his wet orifice, to the enjoyment of its owner. The panther tried his harder not to scrap the cock with his teeth, something that he knew wasn't the most delightful experience while under an oral attack. He might not like the situation, but he would resist from being a dick-head and ruining everything!

He started to bob his head up and down, his raspy tongue caressing the flesh tube he was sucking loudly, though the loud moans and occasional barks of the Great Dane covered his own slurping noises. It was hard, given the weird position he was, still sit at his friend's side but with the upper half of his body folded over his lap, so he decided to change it, to make things more easy for him. Without taking out the cock from his mouth, he shifted while being at the upper point of the blowjob movement and knelt between the beefy hinds of Flavio, closing his eyes once in position to not see the smirking expression the dog was sporting for sure.

From this new advantage point he could exert a better speed, and being comfortable too, with one of his paws going for the low-hangers he could feel pressing against his chin, the other going to grab the hefty knot. He knew from porno and from his past session with the dog that jerking and squeezing that ball of flesh was one of the best way to stimulate a canine, so he did just that, earning an half whine, half bark from his friend.

"Oh yeah, suck it, move that tongue!" The Harlequin dog moaned, grabbing the head of the black feline with both hands and starting to moving it at his own pace, up and down is shaft, and every time a little lower than before, getting a bit in the throat too. The cat yelped in surprise but let him be, maybe that would hasten the .... creamy conclusion, and he knew that canines needs time between gos, he could rest between them. Luckily he didn't have any gag reflex, so he hadn't to worry about that tool going to deep.

And so Dario relaxed, letting himself being guided by his muscular friend, keeping just the sucking going along with the caresses of his fleshy ribbon; his paws weren't idle too, massaging and squeezing, all in the hopes of getting off the owner of that big cock. He felt his own unattained cock rubbing against the cloth of his underwear, coating it with kitty fluids; he couldn't deny himself that deep down a part of him was enjoying the rough treatment, but damn it if he was ever going to admit that with Flavio!

He renewed his efforts, excitement building inside him, and inside the canine too judging from the meaningful throbs he felt from the doggy organ enveloped in the wet depths of his mouth and throat, sucking harder and harder But then, the hands trapping him stopped, and even begin to withdrawn his mouth from the red shaft, until it escaped his mouth and slapped again on the big dog's belly, adding saliva and pre stains to the shirt.

The panther opened his eyes and looked toward his friend. He knew from that fucking smirk what he was planning, but he still had to ask. "Why did you stop?"

"You know why. Get up now!" The Great Dane commanded, and chuckled when he saw how quickly the somewhat smaller but still strong black cat rose from his kneeling position.

"What?" The cat hissed, almost tempted to draw his nails and make his friend taste them.

"Nothing, just funny to see you so... happy for losing the bet." The dog answered as he was standing up, kicking his pants and briefs out of the way but not taking off his shirt. "Now , get rid of those shorts!"

The feline sighed but did as demanded, unbuckling his belt and letting the gravity doing its work in dragging the pants on the floor. He did the same with his boxer, which showed a big wet spot, so revealing his barbed prick to the prying eyes of the canine; his paws went to the rim of his shirt but the grumbling voice of his friend stopped.

"The shirt remains, now, on the couch, lay on your back, kitty."

And so he did, followed immediately by the harlequin, who covered him with his huge body and pressed flush his hips, their manly equipments touching each other. That made the both of them moan loudly, even more so when the dog started to rock his hips, grinding the two organs together. Dario knew, since he was told, that the feeling of his barbs scrapping against the more hung member of his friend was a pleasurable pain, something that always stimulate the dog to no end. Not that it didn't have any effects on him too, it was an odd sensation to feel something big, long and hot against his pantherhood, but one that he liked.

"So, are you ready to pay the bet, kitty cat?" The big dog asked, a predatory light of lust in his eyes. The question made the feline flick his ears, a bit unsure about being ready.

"I-I need some lube first." He voiced his thoughts, sure that canine cock was all slick and wet, but hell, it was still 8 inches of dick, he needed some help!

"Ah, but I know you can handle this without problem." Flavio said, adding a more forceful thrust to mark his statement. "Besides, you were the one that insisted that the winner would do everything he wanted to the loser ..."

The cat laid back, defeated by the logic. "At least... At least finger me before." He begged weakly.

"That I can give you." The dog agreed, sitting on his haunches and grabbing the legs of his friend, moving them to rest on his shoulders; then, one of his paw went down between them. The panther didn't react, just stayed silent, feeling a thick digit circling his exposed pucker at first, then starting to push until it entered. The cat hissed, even more once the finger got inside, but then it found the hidden pleasure button of men, producing sparks of pleasure; the fingering was hasty, the first finger going in and out just for a few times before being retrieved, then coming back with a companion, their entrance being almost painful even with the stimulation of the prostate.

Strangely enough, his cathood hadn't lost his hardness during this ordeal, and he was eager now to get the real deal; surely, with all the saliva on that cock, it would be easier! Even if he hadn't spoke his thoughts, it seemed like the Great Dane was thinking the same since he took out his fingers and readjusted the legs of his companion.

"I hope you are ready now, I'm not going to wait more for this!" The dog growled, his paw angling his hefty cock, aiming it at the center of the feline butthole in front of him. The tip just touched it, testing the resistance of the tailstar.

"Yeah, whatever, do it." The cat replied, bracing himself for the fucking he had to endure now.

"Fucking right." The other cursed, then he added strength to his tentative pushes, pressing his cock against the gates of gay heaven until it pooped in with a moan of the dog and a groan from the feline. He didn't waste time, and slowly but surely he drilled his pole in the panther's insides, inch by inch getting in there, until his knot kissed the bottom of the cat.

Flavio stopped there, perhaps to enjoy the feeling of having shoved his doghood in a place warm and tight, or perhaps to give his friend time to adjust to such a rod. Dario didn't care, it had been painful without lube, enough to lose a bit of his hard-on; but he didn't let it show, he didn't want his friend to mock him about not bearing a little pain!

The respite was brief, because soon the canine moved again, taking out only an inch at the beginning before ramming it back in, then building up speed and depth, in a rhythm the black feline knew his friend liked the most. He kept holding his legs, moaning at the feeling of fucking such a manly man for sure, and for sure the fact this was the outcome of a bet added to his pleasure, that mutt!

But Dario didn't complain even then, the natural delight of having something hard and long shoved in his ass, pushing all the right buttons having caught up. Truth be told, he liked that this time it had been more ... rough, something had clicked in him, turning him in a wanting bitch. Thank God neither males were much talkative while fucking, he wouldn't have bear to be called cock-whore or worst, but his loud moans and purrs were enough to give in how much he was enjoying it, though the dog just needed a quick look to see it.

The pace increased again, apparently the dog was enjoying this immensely, maybe just because taking his friend in such a matter was as much a turn on for him as it was for the cat. Dario didn't know, and didn't care, he just stayed there, taking that big cock again and again, even pushing down his bottom at each thrust. He deemed his friend too slow, he just needed that pole inside him, as long as possible, as hard as possible!

His silent wish was granted, since Flavio shifted his position, folding the cat in two, pressing his body more on his friend and laying over him, the trapped cathood coating and staining the shirts of the two furs. This change gave him the chance to thrust harder and deeper than before, a sign that the dog was near the edge, but once again Dario didn't care. This was just perfect, the manhood inside him stayed there longer, building up that pressure in his belly with each passing minute.

It was the same for the Great Dane, since he began to push his knot against the abused pucker, for sure searching for the dog-loved tying. That was just too much for the cat, and the pressure just exploded from his back in the most amazing burst of pleasure, sending rope after rope of pearly jizz on him and the dog, one drop even managing at landing on the dog's muzzle. The fucker even licked it off!

The cat moaned and painted, feeling exhausted, but then he felt the knot pressing against his tailhole, and finally getting inside, fullness taking his bowels. That fullness only increased thanks to the big quantity of semen the canine was shooting in the cat, something revealed by the loud grunts of the male on top.

Flavio just collapsed on his friend, his head resting in the crook of the neck, both furs panting heavily. No kisses were exchanged, they never did that, it was too gay after all; so they remained there, recovering their breaths and waiting for the knot to deflate, freeing them from their carnal embrace.

"I never saw you enjoy losing a game so much, kitty cat." The Great Dane rumbled in his content, making the equally exhausted cat flick his ears at the remark.

"What the fuck?! No, I didn't! You wouldn't say that if that damn Totti didn't score!" The other answered back, hoping that the dog wouldn't press the matter further. If he knew he had liked to be treated like that, he would force him to being on the bottom more!

"Eheheheheh, but he did, and now I have scored between the poles too." Flavio chuckled, patting his friend's legs. Dario just groaned, preparing himself to half an hour of teasing he couldn't physically escape.