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The goat smirked, confident he was going to win two games in a row. He's been getting better and better at his shots, despite the alcohol flowing inside him, as if it heightened his senses and accuracy. Still, that's not to say he struggled to ignore his friend flirting with him the whole time. Out of all the women he's encountered in his lifetime, she was the rarity that, somehow, made him hot and bothered easily. He breathed out his nose to regain his tipsy focus, then noticed his last cup to sink was the one on the far left.

"Okay, Rick, why don't you center that last one up for me real quick once so I can beat ya twice in a row," he taunted as he pointed to the last cup on his opponent's side of the table. Normally, Rickie would correct someone who was accustomed to her being male calling her 'Rick.' However, Jamie was the rare exception. Besides, as long as she was confident in her new body, who cares? They came out here to pound down some drinks and have fun; it's been too long since they were together last.

"Sure thing, dude," she replied all too happily. As if in one, fluid motion, Rickie took the cup, pulled her top down a bit, and gently shimmied the cup between her boobs. She then put her paws on the edge of the table and leaned forward, spreading her legs a bit for balance and made sure the cup was lined up roughly with the edge of the table.

Jamie suddenly felt his face warm much more as his heart raced. Any confidence he had this whole night quickly left him. "Y-You serious?"

She nodded and giggled. "If you sink this, I mean, I'll drink it, of course. But if you don't, then you have to~" She cooed, swaying her shoulders a bit, trying not to spill the cup's contents, "But whatever happens, I'm making you take the cup out from my boobies~" She grinned, cocking an eyebrow as if to solidify her challenge.

"So what's it gonna be, goat boy?"

Jamie facepalmed as his cheeks became as red as his shirt now, praying that his jeans were tight enough to not tent as he fell under the seductive tigress' charm. His nerves got the better of him. His hands felt clammy, making him lose his grip of the ball, the sight of her sending an electric feeling through his body he's rarely felt in his life, he struggled to keep his muscles under control.

He took the shot...

As if some imaginary force jerked his arm to the side at the last second, Jamie ended up tossing the hollow ping-pong ball directly to the right of his feline opponent. It soared in the air for a brief moment before hitting the concrete floor, bouncing high a couple times then quickly losing it's momentum before rolling away underneath someone's stool in the wall-floor joint. Both of them watched as it traveled its determined path in total silence before disappearing from sight.

The goat groaned, feeling more embarrassed than ever. "I'll fetch it I guess," he sighed.

But Rickie put up a paw, stopping him dead in his tracks as it pressed against his hard, meaty chest. "Ah Ah Ah! Aren't you forgetting something~" She cooed, glaring and smirking at him.

He gulped and looked down as he got a good look at the tiger's breasts caressing that red cup. Even though it took him a seconds to reach in, slip it out of her bosom, and gulp it down, it felt like the longest few seconds of his life. He then quickly darted over to where the ball ran off to, crawling along the floor to where it vaguely went. Unknowingly, he was giving a nice show to his so-called 'date' for the evening, along with any other bar patrons who didn't mind seeing the goat's firm, sculpted ass in those jeans.

"Let's see, I think...I think it's...Oh! There you are, you little bastard!" He quickly crawled back out from beneath the high table and stools, tossing the ball to Rickie as he stood up.

Rather than putting the ball in an empty cup, she rolled it between her paw pads, leaning against the table while bracing herself with the opposite paw. "So, goat boy, you up for another round, hehehe." It was clear she was tipsy, probably drunk, but he had to admit: the tiger knew how to remain aware despite her current state.

Gently, Jamie closed his hand around her paw holding the ball. "I think you've had enough to drink for tonight," he said, bluntly, though with a smile.

"Mmmmm, you just don't want to admit you lost to a girl~"

"No, I just don't want you to overdo it."

She giggle. "Just one more drink at least?"

"Oh, fine." He held up a finger. "One more and we're leaving, alright?"

She nodded, giving him a quick peck on the lips with zero hesitation.

Jamie just stared, wide-eyed for a brief moment, needing to blink back to reality. "Yeah, you're drunk," he muttered under his breath.

Suddenly, Rickie felt something cold brush through her fur, and, given she was wearing a sleeveless crop top, she was exposing a lot of it. Suddenly she held her arms tight around herself as she shivered a bit. "Geeze, since when did it get cold all of a sudden."

"Here..." Jamie took off his flannel and wrapped it around her shoulders, to which she shuffled her arms in the sleeves. Surprisingly, it fit her quite easily and never felt too big or too small.

"Better?"

"Yeah but...what about you?" She asked, noticing how he was just wearing his undershirt now. It did show off his body much better this way, though.

"Eh, I'll be fine. Let's pick this up and head inside so the bartender doesn't get mad at us for leaving a mess, yeah?"

They went back inside the main bar area, which was much more packed than when they first came in earlier this evening. After returning the empty cups, pitchers, and balls to one of the bartenders, they both decided to order one more drink each before going outside again. This time, however, they moved off to a somewhat secluded corner far away from the other patrons where, like the rest of the outdoor area, had several high tables and chairs set up.

After getting settled in, they both turned their attention to the commotion going on around them for a brief moment. Rickie noticed a group of canines and a group of felines on each end of one of the beer pong tables, all of whom appeared to be young college students. Each of them cheered on their side or mocked the other in a drunken stupor; ironically enough, there was also a "boys verses girls" split too. While Jamie noticed this too, he couldn't help but focus on the few couples in the area. He only noticed one same-species couple, both of whom were whooping cranes, and one lesbian couple, a pair of cougars. He didn't like to assume any pair he saw were the two going on a date; after all, he and Rickie are just hanging out as close friends, despite their appearance. But once the alcohol got flowing, it became obvious who was just hanging out, and who was on a date.

"Hey! Goat boy! I can hear your moping from here," Rickie teased to get Jamie's attention.

He couldn't help but chuckle as he reverted his focus towards the tigress. He let out a sigh, nursing the drink in his hand a bit before taking a sip.

Rickie tried to scoot herself closer and leaned forward a bit. "Hey, come on, dude, I know we're supposed to have fun and I may be drunk as a skunk right now, but you can tell me anything that's on your mind. I've noticed you seem...well...off, tonight."

He breathed in deep, inhaling the stale, outdoor air of the bar and the faint odor of cigarette smoke and alcohol, then exhaled quickly. "To put it bluntly: I've been feeling lonely lately and have felt these...confusing feelings for...someone." Despite his face appearing stoic and firm, his legs gently swayed and his short tail flicked back and forth.

She nearly scoffed at what he was saying, though in a joking, friendly way. "You serious, dude? How are you lonely? You're a handsome farmer. Fit. Strong. You're a talented wrestler who's gone so far as to take it to the squared circle and might be famous one day. You have a gentle, relaxed personality. You're kind. Sweet. Helpful. Funny. You're just so...amazing..." Like him, even if her face didn't show it, her tail gently swaying and flicking behind her did.

They stared at each other in silence for a brief moment. The college kids yelling at each other nearby became nothing more than mumbling background noise. Because in that moment, she began to understand. However, she'd rather let Jamie come clean on his own terms instead.

She continued. "I mean...heh, I'm surprised you haven't had anyone fawn over you, you know?"

"Welllllll, erm...that has happened over the years, for sure...except most of them were guys for some reason..." He shivered as he thought back to all the times other men flirted with him or what Rickie said other men thought of him. "I'm not against that by any means, buuuuut you know I don't swing that way," he said as he took another sip of his drink.

"Oh, I know. And that's perfectly valid," Rickie replied, "You'll find a lovely lady one day, I'm sure of it." She took the next sip of her drink slowly, side-eying Jamie as she did so to be not-so-subtle.

"Well...that's the thing. Am I even considered straight if I were to be attracted to, say, a trans woman? Or towards someone who may appear as a woman and have the body of one, but identifies as non-binary, or is a trans man pre-op? Again, I'm not against that at all... I'm just confused."

Rickie was the one to sigh this time. "Believe me, I get it. Trust me when I say you're not the only person feeling this way. What you just said, other straight people, gay men, or lesbian women probably feel the same way and are just as confused as you are." She took a quick sip of her drink to keep the booze flowing within her before continuing. "Maybe instead ask yourself: Who would you want to have sex with? Are you repulsed by sex in general? Is sex situational for you?"

"Well, that's easy enough, I think. I guess I'd rather have sex with someone with a...well, pussy...and tits...and curves...and is feli—sorry, fun to be around. So it's not exactly something that repulses me — I just have my preferences."

"Sooo, it's situational for you?"

"In a way. I mean, for sure I'm not having sex with just anyone — I'd rather trust and know that person well enough to...at least try to go outside my comfort zone." His voice shuddered a bit upon saying this, and he could feel his cheeks warming up again, be it from the alcohol or his feelings messing with him again.

Rickie smiled and giggled softly. "You're just like me, then."

"Huh?"

"What you just described is what being demisexual is like. I'm the same way, just with a few broader preferences."

He rubbed his chin with his thumb and index finger for a moment. "Interesting...Yeah! I think I remember you explaining this to me a couple years ago. That really got me thinking since then."

"Good! Because now I know what to get you come Pride month!" She exclaimed with a toothy grin.

"Oh you goof," he teased, downing the last bit of his drink. He noticed Rickie's cup was still about a quarter full and wondered if she would be able to finish it. "Hey, um, you done there or...?"

"Hmm?" She asked, looking down at her drink. "Oh shoot! What time is it anyway?" Checking the time on her phone, she let out a groan. "Jesus it's close to 2:00am..." She then looked down at her drink again, noting how full it is still. "I ain't letting five dollars go to waste," she said to herself before attempting to down the rest of it as fast as she could.

"Woah! Hey! You could take your ti—or...not." Jamie hopped off his stool so he'd be there in case Rickie fell off her stool trying to get off it. Yet, somehow, it always surprised him how well she could function, despite being more drunk than he was right now. Still, he could tell her head was spinning and would be stumbling the most on their way back to his truck.

***

A late-night stroll around the property was what Rickie needed to sober up. While Jamie did have his fair share of alcohol, he had to watch himself so he could drive them both back to the farm safely. Rickie, meanwhile, regretted having a little too much and felt it the whole way back just sitting still. When they hit the county roads and the gravel road on the farm itself, the mildly bumpy ride in Jamie's truck didn't help sooth her stomach either.

As the truck came to a stop alongside one of the fences, Rickie had to sit a moment to calm her stomach. She began to feel her head clear as soon as she stepped out of the truck and breathed in that fresh, country air — far from any pollution in the city. As they walked and talked under the moonlit sky, she took in her surroundings as the effects of the alcohol slowly began to fade. Some of the fields were empty but others had crops of various stages growing in them. Large hay bales dotted one of these fields, all rolled up and waiting to be collected. She could barely see the large barn off in the distance, and realized how far out they were — far enough for them to have some privacy.

That's when she noticed Jamie. Even if he seemed to play it cool and wanted to look like they were just two friends on a walk, something about him seemed...off. It's as if he felt more and more tense about something deep within that he's hidden for a long time — the same vibe she sensed back at the bar, despite her drunken state at the time. His pace was slow and relaxed when they left his truck, but he quicken his pace the further along they walked that Rickie had trouble catching up. They were both chatty at first, but the farther and farther they got along, the less and less the goat wanted to say anything.

"Hey, Jamie?" She asked gently.

No response.

She waited a moment to ask again, barely able to keep up with his wider gait. "Jamie?"

Again, no response. It's as if he's lost in his head by this point.

"Jamie!" She shouted, slamming a paw against his chest to stop him as she turned to face him.

"What? What?" He shouted, turning his head left and right as he stopped dead in his tracks.

"Dude, what's gotten into you all of a sudden? You're starting to act...not like you tonight," she said as she lowered her paw.

He let out a sigh, knowing he can't keep it in anymore. "I um...I started thinking since leaving the bar. Like...a lot."

She shrugged, though was a little annoyed with how secretive he was acting. "You can tell me anything, dude. We've been friends for...what, four, five years by now? Roughly? Look, the thing is I want you to trust me...okay?" When she asked this, however, just looking into his yellow, horizontal pupil eyes was all she needed to know the answer. She stepped back and began to feel her face warm, her heart race, and her tail slowly rise up and curl, immediately wrapping her green-striped arms around herself tightly as a nervous habit. She wanted to say what she thought, but, just like back at the bar, she allowed the goat to speak first.

"Okay...um..." He tried to get the words out, but they seemed to not want to do so. He then began rubbing his ear lop nervously as he too began to feel flush. "I was thinking...maybe we could...go further with this friendship? If that makes sense."

Rickie was speechless at first, further feeling more and more flush as she began to process what he's suggesting. "I...I-I guess we could try..."

Jamie let out a sigh of relief, slowly feeling less and less tense. "You sure? I mean...I get it if you'd rather not, you know? I mean, we're both busy with our own lives and—"

His ramble was cut short from a short and deep kiss from the tiger as she wrapped her arms around him, then smiled at him lovingly.

"I guess that's a 'yes' then," he chuckled, trying to calm himself. It was then he noticed something behind her, which sparked an idea.

She was about to speak again before suddenly being grabbed around her waist by Jamie and tugged close to him, making her let out a mewl in surprise. "O-oh, Jamie, I didn't know ho—mrow!"

Jamie suddenly lifted her up by her butt high enough where she was looking down at him this time. "Whoa! H-Hey? What are you doing?"

"I figured since both of us seem tense about this, I wanted to ease some of that."

"Y-Yeah?"

He smirked playfully with a hint of mischief behind it. "Something we both like..."

"What do you mean—aaaaaaa!!!"

He threw Rickie down in a spinebuster right into the mud pit behind her, getting splashed a bit with mud from the impact. Of course, the tiger was quickly covered in muddy patches head-to-toe upon impact, while her glasses flew off who knows where. She quickly rubbed the mud off her face and shot a dagger look right at him as she got up.

"You! FUCKER!"

It was at that moment, Jamie knew he fucked up.

She grabbed his arm by the flannel and yanked him forward, getting behind him and shoving him face-first into the mud.

"Woah!" He shouted as he faceplanted in the mud with a loud and wet *smack,* making the white fur on his head match the brown of his markings.

Wiping the mud off his face, he shook his head and turned around as he got up. Rickie was just standing there with a shit-eating grin and her paws on her hips as if she was satisfied with her revenge. Of course, they both knew this was only the beginning.

"Alright..." He said, quickly taking off his flannel, "You wanna fight, let's fucking go, bitch!" He then practically tore off his undershirt, letting Rickie get a good look at his strong, toned body and his chest rising and falling as his breath quickened from the anticipation of their fight.

She licked her chops at the sight in front of her. "You're on, handsome," she cooed as she took off her crop top, "I'll be sure to end this quick." Right as she said this, she took off her bra as well and tossed her clothes to the side. Knowing how much of a virgin Jamie is, she had the advantage solely because she was exposing her boobs and knew it would be more than enough of a distraction for him.

And rightfully so.

Jamie had to shake his head and rub his eyes to loose his focus on her soft-looking chest pillows, yet he knew there was a lot of power behind that thick, curvy figure of hers. "Focus, dude! Focus!" He thought as he smacked himself a couple times. "It's not like you haven't seen hi—her shirtless before. It's just that she now has two...supple...fuck I'm so crazy for you, Rick..." He quickly smacked himself a couple more times and got in a stance. "Focus, dammit! Focus!"

The night sky seemed to grow darker as gray storm clouds overhead slowly became overcast, darkening the moon's pale, white light. Rolling thunder began to creep in the more the clouds gathered, as if the heavens themselves approached to watch the two combatants below. It was at this time the two, strong, topless warriors stared each other down prior to their lovers' spar — their short scuffle beforehand was just a throwing of the gauntlet.

Jamie struggled to keep his eyes on the buff tiger in front of him to watch if she'll grab at him or strike him at any and all potential angles. Yet those two, supple chest pillows that dangled from her wide frame were too much of a distraction, not to mention her simple naval piercing drew attention to her strong abs. And yet, it's not like he's seen her shirtless before, but that was so long ago when the thought of transitioning hadn't even occur to her when she appeared as a male tiger.

"Jesus, Rick...since when did you go from being a strong warrior to an absolute goddess?" He thought as they circled each other, both of them somewhat crouched low in a wrestling type stance, yet the thick, wet mud made it difficult for them to take a step without getting stuck or falling over.

As Rickie circled around their impromptu ring with him, she could tell her steps weren't very graceful or smooth or quick, especially if she could feel the moist mud squelch between her toes and darkening and matting the fur on her feet paws and around her ankles. It felt like she was going to get a good enough workout just from stepping through the thick, wet earth, let alone have a friendly, playful wrestle with one of her best friends.

"Shit, dude, ack!" Jamie began to say but got caught in the mud a bit as he continued to circle. "You wanna just call it quits? I'm fine with taking the L, it's sounding like it's about to rain, and I don't—"

"Hey! You started this, dumbass!" She roared at him. "Besides, I haven't had my fill yet," she cooed while licking her chops and staring him down with a cocky, lustful grin.

"You crazy bitch..." He said under his breath, trying to refocus himself. "That's why you drive me so fucking wild. Mmmmf!"

"Come at me, goat boy!" She shouted over the increasingly loud thunder above them.

"You first, you kitty gal!" He shouted in response.

The tiger crouched much lower than before, shaking her butt a little and flicking her tail back and forth like she was about to pounce.

Jamie's short, nubby but fluffy tail twitched in anticipation as he tried to prepare himself to catch the tiger. But with how quick and sudden she came at him, he had to think on his hooves and caught her fairly easily in an underhook and overhook combo clinch. He then went to get both his arms in a double underhook to try to push her downward. But she was able to slip out from under that between her already wet, muddy fur, and the increasing pre-rainstorm moisture in the air around them.

Rickie went at him again, but this time, they both slammed into each other straight into a collar-and-elbow tie up, immediately pushing against each other to try and overpower the other.

Meanwhile, the rolling thunder became more prominent as the dark stormclouds completely blotted the starry sky, leaving only and obscured, foggy moonlight. The crowd was quickly growing. As the storm grew in size and sound, the intensity of the atmosphere increased as occasional lightning flashes darted across the clouds, with some appearing as if they made contact with the ground off in the distance. It was as if someone above turned on aging arena lights that only flickered and refused to remain illuminated, save for one, dim light source that was consistent.

The tiger growled as she grappled with the goat, swinging him left and right to try and throw him into the mud again, but he wouldn't budge. She tried pushing him back to see if he'd trip up, but that didn't work either.

"Go...down! You stubborn fuck!" She growled.

"Hell no! You know I ain't going down that easily!"

He gritted his teeth when she made an attempt to shove him back in the tie-up, but he smacked her arms away to break it up, letting her body's momentum continue forward right into him.

"Gotcha, kitty gal!"

Next thing she realized was her naked, wet breasts squishing against his hard pecs, feeling his strong arms locker her close to him in a over-under bodylock. But rather than just let him toss her down, she planted her feet in the mud, not that that was very hard to do, and locked her arms around him in the same bodylock.

"Gotcha, goat boy!"

Again, they both pushed, pulled, and swung each other side to side, trying to take the other one down. However, with how close they were now, they also kicked at each other's legs, trying to throw each other off balance for an easier takedown. Of course, Jamie could've just as easily ended their spar right then and there with a quick, hard headbutt, but he knew Rickie's skull wasn't quite as hard as his and he didn't want to risk injuring her.

Besides, a part of him was enjoying the fact he's gotten this close to a half-naked woman for the first time in his life, so he would milk this opportunity for all it's worth. Plus, the tiger was always a fun scrap, regardless of her gender identity and appearance.

The crowd's murmuring above continued off and on as the lights flickered here and there in thin, hot strands. Yet, as the two combatants were at an intense stalemate, neither of them noticed the light drizzle pattering on them, further dampening their fur and the ground, as well as the nearby wooden fence.

By now, their tight, close stalemate appeared more like an aggressive dance than a wrestling match. They constantly spun each other around, pushed and pulled on each other, yet they'd always either counter each other in some way or another. Both of them were panting hard as they struggled, their muscles beginning to ache and stiffen up from minimal use from being in this position for so long, along with the cooler rain and air seeping through their fur and against their skin underneath.

Then, Jamie misstepped, putting his ankle right in the path of hers and struggling to lift it back out of the thick mud, leaving a perfect opportunity for her to take advantage of. He let out a bleat as she threw him down, groaning as his back and shoulder hitting the mud hard and splashing both of them. He tried to shove the tiger off, yet he soon noticed how quick she planted his shoulders while hooking her ankles around his in a grapevine pin.

As he looked up at her gorgeous but hardened gray and green-striped face, he hadn't noticed how hard the rain was coming down by now.

They both stared at each other again, both somewhat exhausted and panting, yet the they both never felt too hot or musky because of the rain and mud.

He scrunched his face a bit and grunted as he tried to shake himself out of the pin, but Rickie quickly kept a firm grip on him.

"Nope. Not getting out that easily, goat boy," she said with a smirk.

"Gah, okay okay, fine," he replied, slightly irritated. Even though it was dark, and the tiger's head blocked what little light shone through the thick clouds above, she didn't need any lighting to notice how hard he was blushing. "I guess you win this time..."

"Oh wow! Hahaha!" Even though her laughs still sounded somewhat deep, it was one thing about her he found attractive, oddly enough. "Oh man, dude! First I beat you at beer pong, and then I beat you at wrestling!?"

"Yeah, yeah, rub it in, Rick," he replied sarcastically.

Once she calmed down a bit, she could feel her own face become flush the longer she looked at the handsome goat right below her. She smiled at him with a hint of mischief and lust behind it.

"I know you let me win~"

"Bullshit."

"Bullshit, huh?" She replied, leaning in closer.

"You're damn right. I actually tried, you know."

"Mmmm, is that so?" She leaned in a little closer, slowly letting her paws slide from his shoulder and around to the back of his head as her legs relaxed their grip around his.

"Y-Y-Yeah! I was just...j-just not in the right mindset is all." He could feel his heart race the closer her face got to him, so close he could smell remnants of alcohol in her breath, but also the pheromones emanating from her body.

"Then do you think this is bullshit?"

As if on queue, the thunder became louder and more continuous as the drizzling rain became a mild downpour the moment her lips pressed against his. She gripped the back of his head as they tongue wrestled, while Jamie slowly let his arms hug her close. They both slowly rubbed their wet, slick, mud-covered bodies against each other. Rickie easily felt him getting hard in his jeans and loved how his strong, wide body rubbed and meshed against hers. Jamie too loved how her soft breasts yet firm abs and rounded naval piercing rubbed against him, along with how her hard nipples flicked against his. Their shared moment became more heated and naked as Rickie slowly opened up her legs, positioning her crotch against his, soaking her panties within her jeans even more, and not just from her musk or the mud or the rain. She couldn't help but moan and growl a bit they shared an intense, sensual, passionate moment together within the outer edges of the farm's property. Not an inch of their fur or clothing was dry or free of mud stains afterwards.

For the first time in his life, Jamie finally got lucky. He got to share this romantic, tender, erotic moment with his dearest friend. Even if they will never date or get married, he was happy and thankful Rickie was his first experience. And his second. And his third. And how ever many other times they went at it.

But one thing's for certain: this was certainly an evening neither of them will ever forget.