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"Take that, you little punk bitch!" Rufus yelled.

The place was Ohio Stadium. The occasion was a game between Ohio State and Ohio University. And things weren't going well between their respective mascots, Brutus Buckeye and Rufus the Bobcat.

Brutus reeled from the punch the bobcat had thrown by his rival Rufus. As his name implied, Rufus was a fit but slender bobcat. The fight had started when the bobcat had charged Brutus in the middle of the field, knocking him down. The crowd erupted and the nearby players looked on in a mixture of amusement and confusion depending which team they were on. The brief tussle ended with Rufus on the ground. Turning from his knocked down opponent, Brutus started trotting off and raised his hands to the adulation of Ohio State fans... and the boos of Ohio University ones. He didn't notice that behind him, Rufus was beginning to get up.

Seething with anger, the bobcat charged at his rival and delivered a haymaker that sent Brutus reeling. "That'll teach you a lesson!" Rufus said, panting. He delivered another sock to the jaw and said, "Yeah, bitch! In yo face!"

Brutus came back with a furious attack, and the struggle moved to the sidelines so as to clear the field. Here the two rolled around, kicking and struggling with one another. The fracas was finally broken up by Dan the referee who managed to separate the duo. It ended in a draw with no clear winner. The smug Brutus backed away with that infuriating "You mad, bro?" smirk on his mug, leaving a severely annoyed Rufus to stomp off to the locker room. It'd been a fantasy of his for years to beat up the smug Ohio State mascot for snubbing him at social gatherings... he would've liked the fight to continue, but for now he was content with the beating he'd given Brutus in front of everyone. He headed to the locker room to get a drink of water.

~*~

At the Blackwell Inn, Jim arrived in the lobby with his parents and approached the front desk where they were checking in. At his insistence, he'd got a room all to himself, because the thought of sharing a room with his parents was something he didn't relish. Especially considering how his mother seemed hellbent on sticking her nose into every single aspect of his private life.

"You know," she said as the bored-looking lizard desk clerk handed them their room keycards, "you don't have to be gay..."

"Mom!" Jim hissed. He was a largish brown bear, weighing in at 300 pounds with a hefty build and a large gut, but an otherwise fit body. His cheeks burned with embarrassment that his mother had chosen the very public lobby to discuss this!

"It's true!" she insisted. "My psychic powers see you with a nice girl - a bear - with brown hair, glasses, medium build, and nice boobs!"

"Honey!" her husband chided. He didn't care about Jim being gay. His biggest concern where his son was concerned was he wanted Jim to get a job. Shaking his head, he marched towards the elevators carrying the family's bags.

Jim sighed. His mom claimed she was psychic, but he knew it was nothing more than a thinly veiled attempt to make him realize the error of his ways, and try to persuade him to turn straight. How it annoyed him! He waited for his mother to give him his room key. When she didn't, and kept prattling on about the imaginery girlfriend she sensed her son meeting, Jim turned and headed off after his father. She headed after him. Finally he turned and faced her.

"Stay out of my private business!" he yelled, startling a few people.

"Honey, I'm just--"

"I know, but stop it! Just stop it!"

"Can we PLEASE head up to the rooms now...?" whined his father who was getting tired of doing all the heavy lifting where the luggage was concerned.

"You guys can," Jim said. He snatched his room key from his mother, turned and wandered off to explore the hotel.

"Come back!" cried his mother. He heard his father grumble for her to leave him alone and help with the "g-darn" bags.

Jim idly wandered along down a hallway and passed what looked like an arcade of some sort. There was a pool table and some games. Intrigued, he pocketed his key and walked in. He rolled a ball around on the green surface of the billiard table before glancing over and noticing that the hotel surprisingly had an original Tekken machine!

"Holy shit!" he said under his breath to no one in particular, as the arcade was empty except for himself, and went over to it. Inserting a few quarters and going to the character selection screen, he picked Marshall Law to play as. Grinning, he started playing, finding he still remembered playing like it was yesterday. "I still remember the moves! Holy shit!"

He heard a muffled little jingle coming from his pants pocket. A text. Just as well, as Law got knocked out onscreen. Turning from the game, he fished his phone out of his pocket and saw that it was a text from Dee, his longtime boyfriend. He smiled. But when he opened it to read it... his smile faltered.

"Jim, I've been doing some thinking, and I think it's best we don't see each other anymore. Don't call me, don't talk to me, don't even think about me. I'm tired of you."

Jim was so stupefied with shock and horror at this needlessly cruel breakup message he nearly dropped the phone from his trembling fingers. He frowned and debated calling Dee anyway, but then thought against it. Behind him, the Tekken machine was still making noise and he had to resist the urge to turn and punch it. He settled for kicking it angrily in the side. Numbly, he slid the phone back into his pocket. Not feeling very much like exploring any more, he decided to go join his parents upstairs...

~*~

Jim sat on his bed in his room, crying, grateful once more for the fact he had his own room. He was filled with mixed emotions - anger, sadness and everything in-between. He didn't know if he wanted to beg Dee to take him back, or just punch him. In the next room, his parents were ordering pizza. The phone rang - the one provided by the hotel - and Jim let it ring a few times before answering it. It was his dad, who he'd told about the breakup.

"It'll be okay son. We ordered some pizza," his father explained gently.

Jim mumbled something resembling a thank-you and then hung up. As he turned to stretch out on the bed, whoever was the guest in the room opposite his started blasting really loud music. He covered his ears. God damn it! All he wanted to do right now was be left in peace and it seemed like the entire world was conspiring to annoy him. Eventually, he grabbed the phone again and called the front desk to complain. The lizard clerk answered; Jim recognized his voice.

"Blackwell Inn front desk here, how may I--"

Jim interrupted him. "The asshole in 5C is blasting his music loud enough to rock the entire building!" He calmed a little and added, a little more politely, "Could you please call him and tell him to cut it out?"

"Certainly sir."

He hung up again. The music blared on for a few more moments before abruptly cutting off. Silence descended. Jim sighed in relief. Getting up, he went over to the far wall and pressed an ear against it. Whoever his neighbor was, they were complaining very, very angrily. He heard a growly, raspy voice bitching about how he'd been unfairly reprimanded by someone named Coach Hiers and confined to his room for the night without milk. Milk? thought Jim, a little confused.

Deciding that these outbursts were just as annoying as the music and really in the mood to deck someone in the face, Jim pounded his fist against the wall angrily. "Shut the fuck up already!" he yelled.

His dad opened the connecting door and poked his head in. "What's going on?" he asked.

"Nothing," Jim said. "The guy next door is just being really loud..."

"Oh, okay," his father said and disappeared back through the door, shutting it.

He heard his extremely irate neighbor's voice say, "You want a piece of me! Huh? You want a piece of me? Come here and make me shut up!" This time it was coming from his door! Whoever it was, he'd left his room and come to Jim's!

Jim got up and went to the door, and peered through the peephole. He beheld a male bobcat, muscular but slender, standing in the hallway outside with his hands on his hips. He frowned.

"Listen," he said through the door, loud enough for the other irate guest to hear him but not his parents, "I don't want to be disturbed. My asshole boyfriend just broke up with me, my parents can't stand that I'm gay, and my life has gone to shit."

"Well I don't want you bothering me!" snarled the feline. "I finally beat up that smarmy Brutus real good, because he always ignored me at our private mascot social functions, and now I'm the one in trouble?! Then my team loses by 36 fucking points?!?"

Brutus? thought Jim. "Well, if you don't wanna be bothered, then keep it the fuck down. I was just dumped!"

That made the voice on the other side of the door pause for a moment. "I'm... I'm sorry," he finally said. "I just get so pissed sometimes."

"I know the feeling," Jim said, laying his head against the cool wood of the door. His brain felt hot like it was going to explode. A routine trip had turned upside-down so quickly it was difficult to believe it was even real.

"I didn't mean to snap," said the bobcat.

"It's okay," Jim assured him. "I think we're both suffering."

"I suppose so."

"Uh, change of subject. So, mascot social functions? What are those?"

"You know, where we get together over appetizers and just shoot the breeze. Well, all except for Brutus Fuckeye. He never talks to me."

"Why would Brutus ignore you?" asked Jim.

"I don't know, but I know he sure as hell ain't gonna forget me now." The bobcat chuckled.

"Who are you?" asked Jim, curiosity piqued.

"Why, I'm Rufus the Bobcat. You know? The world's greatest mascot ever? The big cat on campus? Ohio University? The grey and green? Religion, Learning, Civility, and above all else, virtue?"

"Civility and virtue? And you just got done beating a guy up?" Jim chuckled. "Oh, the irony."

"Shut it," said Rufus' voice through the door. "Brutus had it coming."

Jim unlocked the door and opened it. The slender feline stood there, wearing a bathrobe with the hotel logo on it. They eyed one another for a few moments before Jim stood back, giving Rufus a berth. "Wanna come inside...?" he asked.

"Sure..." Rufus said, looking a little uncertain.

As the bobcat entered, Jim shut the door and locked it. Then he also went and locked the door connecting his room to his parents'. He made sure to turn it slowly and silently so they wouldn't hear it. He then went and sat on his bed and Rufus eased into a chair across from him. He sat with his legs gently apart, and Jim noticed the bobcat wasn't wearing anything underneath his robe! He could see Rufus' flaccid cock and heavy balls. He swallowed. His package was immense. The cock, although not erect, was a sight to behold! Jim squirmed and tried to pretend he hadn't seen.

"So, uh, not here alone?" inquired Rufus, nodding at the connecting door.

"Nah," said Jim, crossing his legs to conceal a boner which was beginning to lazily sprout in his pants. The feline was hot and he suddenly realized he had no idea why he'd invited him in. "I'm here with my parents. My dad's okay. Always pushing me to get a job, though. My mom... jeeziz! She hates the fact I'm gay and thinks she has fucking psychic powers that can 'cure' me of my homosexuality and find me a nice bear girl."

They both laughed.

There came a knock at the connecting door. They started. Jim rose and went over to it. He heard his father's voice come through. "Jim? Why is the door locked?"

Fuck! thought Jim, glancing at Rufus, who gave a helpless shrug. He cleared his throat. "Uh, I just want my privacy is all, Dad," he finally managed to say.

"Okay," said his father. "Your mother's gotten tired of waiting for the pizza guy, so we're going down to the hotel restaurant to eat." Jim wondered why they hadn't done that to begin with. "We told the pizza place to deliver to 5B - your door, Jim. Seeya later."

With that his dad left and Jim sighed in relief. Parents! He turned back towards his visitor and noticed a musky aroma which filled his nostrils. He swallowed nervously and walked back over to the bed. As he got closer, he noticed the smell was coming off of Rufus. He could feel his dick hardening inside of his pants, gently tenting him. He sweated a little. It was his intention to sit and cross his legs to hide his arousal, but before he could, the bobcat made note of it.

"Nice tent you're pitchin' there, kid," Rugus observed wryly.

"I, er, wha...?" stammered Jim. He sat on the bed, and frowned, looking down at the bulge. It wasn't that he was uninterested in the feline - quite the opposite. He just wasn't sure Rufus felt the same way, and didn't want to offend him. "Oh that, well, uh, y'see..." He trailed off, uncertain how to proceed. Finally, he managed a weak, "I'm sorry..."

"Don't be sorry..." Rufus said softly. "I'm not."

That surprised Jim. Rufus shifted in the chair, parting his legs a little more and giving the bear a better view of the treasure underneath his robe. His cock was hardening before Jim's very eyes! The bear's eyes boggled as he watched the thick feline cock getting even thicker, growing slowly and throbbing hotly against Rufus' bare thigh. So, he thought, the cat was interested in him! He watched as Rufus rose, and his pounding heart leaped into his throat as the feline undid the sash of the robe, opening it, allowing a full nine inches of kitty cock to stand freely in the cool air of the hotel room.

"We've both had a rough evening," Rufus said evenly as he doffed the robe, allowing it to fall and drape across the chair. "I think we could both use a little relaxation."

The cat stood there in all of his nude glory, smirking. After a few moments, Jim's face mirrored his own. Sure, he thought. Why the hell not? After his breakup with Dee, he could use a quick pick-me-up fuck. And if this feline was offering... he was accepting. He nodded. Rufus walked over and knelt down between the bear's thighs. Their lips met in a sensual little kiss as deft paws undid the front of Jim's pants, freeing his erection from its cloth prison. His cock wasn't was big as Rufus', but he was no slouch either at six inches. As they kissed, Rufus wrapped a hand around his new friend's shaft and started slowly jerking him off, precum leaking freely from the tip and dribbling down over his fingers.

Now, Jim was very much a dom. He found being submissive difficult and not terribly desirable. So it was that as the pair kissed, he slowly and gently took control of the situation. He wrapped strong arms 'round Rufus and hoisted him up, falling back on the bed with Rufus atop him, their pulsing members rubbing against one another. A throaty purr rumbled forth from Rufus' throat as their cocks fenced. He then took it upon himself to assist Jim in fully disrobing, throwing the empty clothes across the room after a brief struggle to get free of them in what was a very awkward position.

Jim nuzzled against Rufus' throat and licked along his collarbone. He drank in his musky, manly scents and it drove him wild. The cat smelled of sweet vinegar. "You smell amazing," he whispered softly.

"It's from a hard time playing," Rufus said.

They rolled over so that the bear was now the one on top. He'd taken note of some of Rufus' subtly submissive qualities and now intended to exploit them. The bobcat didn't protest. He nibbled along the bear's chin and gently bit Jim's lower lip. Then he smirked and pulled away in a teasingly seductive manner, lying back against the bed, splayed, eyes half-lidded, beckoning with a clawed finger. Jim watched him, cock throbbing, the bear feeling the urge to take him rising.

"If you want me..." he said sensually, "then come and get me. I could use a little bit of bear in me."

Jim growled and slid over. "Only a little bit...?" he asked doubtfully.

"Mm, well, okay," he conceded, "maybe all of you, then..."

"All of me, huh? Ohhhh kitty," moaned Jim softly, his voice a throaty rumble.

Jim snuggled up to Rufus and took in his scent, as his own ursine musk filled the air. Bending down, he dragged his broad tongue up the length of Rufus' cock. Rufus gasped out as he felt the bear's slick tongue licking up along his cock. He grabbed the pillows behind him in an effort to contain himself.

"Oh, God...!" he cried.

"Not quite," Rufus said between licks, "but I'm flattered..."

He licked slowly, teasingly up the length of jutting kitty cock, flicking and wiggling his tongue over the tip while looking up at his partner with lustful eyes. He wrapped his muzzled over the head and suckled teasingly a few times before pulling off, watching the feline writhe and wiggle about anxiously before him. He smirked and gave Rufus a tummy rub, earning sudden, louder purrs from the bobcat.

"Aw, that's a gooooood kitty," he said softly.

"Mm, kitty likes!" whined Rufus.

"I wanna see you wiggle more," Jim said.

He leaned down and grabbed hold of Rufus' hips. Lifting them up, his pert ass rose up to meet the bear's warm breath before Rufus felt the sudden warm wet probe of an ursine tongue slathering between his round asscheeks and over his tight tailhole. Rufus unleashed a high-pitched squeal of surprise as the tongue invaded his anus, his squeal very quickly degenerating into a deep, throaty moan of pleasure. Releasing the pillows as he thrashed, he gripped the sturdy posts on the headboard and flung his head back against a pillow and cried out to the ceiling in sheer bliss.

The bear worked his tongue firmly all over Rufus' tight tailhole, strong hands holding his hips decisively in place as he wriggled and writhed in utter sensational ecstacy from his efforts. He rumbled deeply. He slicked Rufus' ass up with every pass and swiveling slather along the puckered hole before smirking and forcing his tongue in deeper. Growling, he looked up along the fit, muscular form as the kitty's balls rested on his nose, watching Rufus cry out as he slicked him up, the big throbbing bear cock drolling pre from the tip as he made that kitty his in the moment.

Rufus bucked his hips, panting as he flipped about, whimpering and whining as the slickened tongue invaded his more intimate recesses and and pleasured him, the bobcat's cock flopping around, little sprinklets of pre going every which way.

"Ah, fuck... fuck... unh..."

The audible slurps, suckles, and groans through wet licks between the hot worked-up kitty's pert butt cheeks peppered the air through the red tails whining panting and whimpers, the bear really rimming him out and working his lust to new heights. After feeling the shower of pre beads hitting his face, he slowly pulled his tongue from Rufus' asshole and dragged it up over his balls and along the base of his cock, giving the tip a soft suckle and kiss before looking down to him and setting his cute butt back on the bed. Rufus panted, his lust and his need for Jim all fired up as he'd been rimmed good and proper, looking down his body at Jim's head peeking from between his spread thighs.

"Mmmm, good kitty," intoned Jim softly. He rose and loomed his bulk over Rufus as his hands went to either side of the feline frame, feeling him up. "Now let's see if you feel as good as you taste."

He gripped the thick slab of pre-slicked bear cock and rubbed the veined underside against Rugus' own larger cock and furry balls. Rufus gasped, his larger, thicker cock sliding against Jim's smaller one, making the bobcat's body shudder. He let go of the bedposts and grabbed Jim and put his lips to the bear's in a deep, passionate kiss. Jim's cockhead soon rubbed its trail of pre under Rufus' balls to meet his hot, wet tailhole. Seeing how needy the kitty was, the bear flexed his cock and he wiggled and steadied his large hips before growling and pushing his hips forwards.

The thick, fat cockhead spread the feline asshole wide as he forced it deep into him. Breaking the kiss, he threw his head back and growled deep in lust. He forced the rest of his head past Rufus' ring and sink the rest of his meaty dick deep into the feline's gripping ass.

"Fuck you're tight!" he gasped. "Fuck, oh shit, yes!"

Rufus, for his part, arched his back and cried out, clenching his ass tightly around Jim's invading length, determined to be even tighter for him. His long fit legs encircled Jim's midsection and scissored, the bobcat gripping him with his thighs as though in an attempt to prevent him from getting away. His cock rubbed against Jim's stomach as he slid into him nice and hard, the tip leaving a trail of slimy precum through Jim's bellyfur. The bobcat's pre oozed free and easy. He kissed Jim again, and sucked on his mouth and kissed into it with such ferocity it seemed like he was attempting to shove his whole face inside of it.

The hotel room was filled with the sounds of the two males fucking. Jim growled deeply into Rufus' mouth as he felt the inner walls grip around his dick as if savoring it and trying to prevent it from leaving the welcoming hold of his filled ass, before the thick shaft of his dick pulled back with his hips, leaving Rufus' gripping hole wetly until only the plump head was left, and then he slammed it powerfully back into Rufus' ass, claming the feline's cute butt as its home as the bear dominantly drilled his cock up Rufus' ass before pulling back and slamming it into him again. He was putting so much strength into his thrusts that the bed began rocking and creaking in time with his movements.

Rufus' form bucked and writhed beneath the bear as he took him, dominated him and owned him, that thick, meaty ursine length filling his tight feline hole and sliding in and out as the bobcat groaned lustily between sloppy, hungry kisses. He dug his heels into the small of Jim's back, as he seemed to want more and more of that thickness filling up his anal entrance than Jim even had to give, so hungry was he for the bear's cock. The bed creaked and shook as their powerful bodies moved, the smell of sex, that thick male scent, filling the air and completely enveloping the two intertwined forms. Rufus held close to Jim, not wanting to let him go as they kissed, his body being taken and claimed so thoroughly by the dominant bear, purring softly between his groans.

"Unh, your dick feels soooo good up inside of me... I need moooooore...!"

He dug his heels into Jim's back harder, grinning ferociously all of a sudden, flashing his teeth, urging him to shove the remainder of that mighty length into him, before thrusting his lips against Jim's yet again in a saliva-soaked kiss.

"You're gonna get more..." Jim panted.

Jim shuddered over him. Their eyes met in a loving gaze as the bear's body surged with so many sensations. He growled at Rufus' moaning and kept up the pace, fucking the bobcat harder and harder. Flexing his entire body, he grabbed Rufus' shoulders and fucked him even harder. Rufus gasped and mewled with delight as he felt the cock working itself in, looking deeply and lovingly into Jim's eyes, adoration and submission filling his gaze. The final rush of the lovers' sex was building to a peak as the bear looked into the bobcat's eyes, seeing nothing but love, need and submission. He felt himself fall over the edge of pleasure. He felt a shudder within him.

"Kitty wants his milk?" he panted.

"Kitty does!" Rufus whined.

"Then take it!"

His cock erupted in a gushing geyser and flooded Rufus with rope after rope of thick, hot, fresh bear cum. Rufus arched his back as he felt the inrush of semen. The bobcat hit his own peak, cockhead flaring and shooting forth a thick torrent of kitty cum to splatter on both his and Jim's tummies and smear through the fur as the two hot bodies rubbed against each other in carnal bliss, grunting and moaning. Even as he came, he felt Jim's gift entering his body, and shuddered with delight as he felt the rush of hot lcum flooding his bowels, filling him with Jim's lovely present.

Slowly they parted, sweaty, sticky, and thoroughly satisfied. There was a knock at the door. "Shit," said Jim, "the pizza guy..."

Throwing on Rufus' robe, he went and answered the door as Rufus slid under the covers. After paying for the pizza, he brought it back and set it on the table, then got back in bed with the bobcat.

"So whaddaya say we have a shower together?" he suggested. "And then scarf some pizza?"

Rufus agreed and the two entered the bathroom together. Jim doffed the robe and turned the shower on and he and the kitty got in and stood under the hot running water. After finishing and drying off, they came back out into the room where they donned their clothes once more. They laughed and talked about nothing in particular as they ate pizza, and Jim even called room service and ordered a glass of milk for his new friend. Soon enough, though, he glanced at the clock on the bedside table and noticed how late it was getting.

"My parents'll be back anytime soon..." he said.

"Ah, I see. Well, I'll be here a while yet," Rufus assured him with a smile. "So maybe we can do this again later."

"I'd love that," Jim said, grinning.

He kissed Rufus' cheek and then the bobcat let himself out. Still smiling, Jim went and lay down on the bed and sighed happily, very pleased with how this trip was beginning to turn out...

The End.