Aaron's Present II: The Gift that Keeps Giving
A few minutes later, after recovering from his orgasm, the sex-addled kitty pulled himself from the shower and dried himself off the best he could. He couldn't really process what had just happened yet, he only knew he wanted more of it. He towelled off and walked into his bedroom. As he moved to the wardrobe, his reflection caught his eye and he turned to investigate. He was the same as he always was, save the plush feminine lips that were smushed together between his thighs. He couldn't help but stare at his new anatomy as he stood with his legs spread to get a view of his cunt. He shivered and shook his head before looking to the wardrobe.
"N-no, I have to find Cory. I've got to fix this." he opened his underwear drawer to find it empty except a pair of black latex short shorts and a not next to them from the otter: "Wear these, hon! I got them especially for you."
Aaron blushed at the thought and immediately started looking for his normal underwear. After a few minutes of searching, he gave up and looked at the fetish wear warily. He bit his Lip and picked them up. They were a bit thick and heavy, but they were coated in a more slippery layer on the inside. The snow leopard slid them up his legs easily because of the coating and fit them snugly over his noticeably-bulgeless crotch. A little too snugly. Looking in the mirror, Aaron saw that the latex got into every crevice and fold that it covered. He stared at his massive cameltoe with lustful fascination before the sight of it sent a pang of need through him. He blushed again and started to put on his pants on before he got an idea. With a smile that read "I can't believe I'm doing this," he bent over in front of the mirror and looked to see his tail twitching over his perfectly-outlined ass and cunt clad in black latex. The sight immediately made him horny. He stood up quickly with a blush on his face as he tried to ignore the feelings coming in waves from his crotch. He slid on some shorts and a t-shirt and looked back in the mirror. He looked normal, but he still felt naked before he got an idea. He reached into his sock drawer and pulled out a pair of tube socks before stuffing them into his pants. There! Now he looked normal. He quickly realised though, that he might be stuck shoving socks into his pants forever. Fear crept onto his face, but a thrill tingled in his heart. What if this is permanent? The thought sent another shock of lust through his loins and he looked at the soaked hairbrush before shaking his head and rushing to the car.
His car was old and the seats were no longer plush. The poor cat could feel every bump and vibration travel through the car and into his plump labia. He drove the entire way with his thighs pressed tightly together, but that didn't help. It was past noon before he arrived at the university where Cory was, and the nearest parking spot available was a quarter-mile away from the building. He started his walk somewhat confidently before he noticed the latex was making his labia slide together. The feeling coupled with the realisation made him shiver. He didn't know how he could take another step without fingering himself, let alone the rest of the walk. Continuing with a grimace and an odd walk, he managed to make it halfway there before he realised: he was wet. Really wet. He could feel his juices drip down his thigh, how damp his fur was, and how horny he was. He finally opened the doors to the humanities building and decided to take an elevator to the correct floor, rather than chance getting a worse "wedgie" on the stairs. He stepped in and was joined by a rather generic fox, who sniffed the air and look confusedly at the cat. Aaron tried to look stoic, but he was bouncing from foot to foot like he had to pee. He smelled strongly of pussy and he knew it. The fox smelled it, too and it was getting to him. The vulpine's hard-on was soon evident by a thick bulge stretching halfway down his thigh. The fox blushed as he saw Aaron staring at the bulge, biting and licking his lips. He couldn't help it. He needed cock inside him, and the fox looked delicious. He didn't even ask permission. As soon as the elevator doors opened, he dragged the fox into the nearest room he could find. Luckily, it was empty. The fox, confused and a bit scared could only watch as Aaron dropped his shorts. When the outline of a feminine slit came into view, the fox was shocked into silence as the cat in front of him took off the latex shorts and started unbuckling the fox's jeans. The horny cuntboy soon had a prime cut of fox-meat bobbing in front of him. With a purr, he nuzzled all seven inches before standing up and hugging the fox, letting the cock sit between his drooling cunt lips as he ground against the throbbing shaft. The fox, though surprised, knew the smell of a lady in heat. He grabbed Aaron's hips and slid his cock in without warning. For Aaron, it was heaven. He was finally full of the cock he needed. He clenched down on the invading member as it started sliding in and out of his depths, Aaron soon found himself sitting on the table, his legs wrapped around the fox's waist as his cunt soaked the table beneath him. The fox's tongue soon lolled out of his mouth as he began to pant and his eyes glazed over in ecstasy. Aaron, already having teased himself with the long walk, came first. His back arched and his toes curled as his cunt spasmed around the rhythmically-penetrating foxcock. His partner couldn't last longer than a minute after hearing the cat mewl in orgasm and apply a vice grip on his cock. Soon, pre turned to seed and the fox shot into Aaron's boy cunt. This triggered a second orgasm for the already-tired cuntboy, who writhed and moaned as he was filled. The real deal certainly was better than the handle of a hairbrush.