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Friday night. Weekends were to be had. 7:30 was a busy time in the household as more than half of its roomies were getting ready to leave for the weekend.

Jagannath was not one of them. The golden retriever boy stood by the kitchen counter and stared out into space, thinking. What was he going to do with his weekend? Everyone had plans it seemed, except for him. He was dressed up like he had no place to be wearing a concert t-shirt for the band Nuts and Bolts and blue jeans. He took one of his bare dog feet and scratched the back of his calf.

What a week! thought Jagannath, They warned me college was going to be hard but this is the worst it's ever been!

Jagannath stretched his hands, claws unsheathing from his fingers for a moment. With all the typing and writing he did over the past week and then some he worried that he was giving himself carpal tunnel.

"I'm going to cut loose this weekend," Jagannath told himself.

A door shut down the halls. In walked Dy. The sunny axolotl girl of a purplish-pink color was wearing a collared tee and tight-fitting beige pants that evening. She was just about ready for the party, lipstick on her face and earrings in her hands.

On clawed feet, she walked across the soft carpet and onto the kitchen's cool tile floor. Dy saw Jagannath and grinned. "What's going on with you?" she asked.

Jagannath cracked a small smile and shrugged. "Nothing much." He leaned up against the counter and tried to look studly, hoping to attract Dy to consider spending the night with him. She didn't seem interested. "Were you heading out somewhere?"

Dy finished putting her earrings on her gill stalks. She nodded. "Yeah. I'm going to a party down on Pellican Street."

"Awwww..." said Jagannath, keeping the smile. "I was hoping were going to stay around this weekend. I'm going to be lonely without you!" He tried his best to make it sound like he was joking.

Dy giggled. "That's sweet of you, but no dice." She rubbed her toes across the tops of Jagannath's and leaned closely, smiling slyly. "I'd invite you along but from what I hear the apartment is going to be [i]PACKED[/i] enough!"

"That's a shame," said Jagannath.

Dy walked over to the notepad they had in the corner that they used for reminders and picked up a pen. She leaned over to write something down and Jagannath took the opportunity to gaze at Dy's butt. Dy had the slightest amount of chunkiness, nothing Jagannath couldn't like. Her hips were wide and her butt was round. What a disappointment that she wasn't going to be around that evening!

"You didn't have plans?" asked Dy, her voice muffled by talking into the corner.

Jagannath shrugged, hands out. "I wanted someone to relax with."

Dy finished writing whatever she needed to and rose from the notepad. She gazed at Dy with a seductive teasing in her eyes. "There's nothing relaxing about you hanging out in my room."

Jagannath giggled.

The front door opened and in walked in Starla. The chubby ferret girl walked in, wiped her barefeet on the entry mat, and shut the door behind her. Not even giving a hi, she walked past the kitchen towards the rooms.

Unfortunately, Jagannath and Starla made eye contact. They were downright [i]obligated[/i] to say hi to each other at that point! "Hey there," said Jagannath while Starla muttered, "Hi." Their words overlapped each other.

"Hey Starla," said Dy, sounding the least awkward out of all of them.

That's all that was needed. Starla, carrying her messenger's bag to her side, walked into the hallway and to her room.

Dy smirked at Jagannath. "She's [i]always[/i] so talkative!"

Jagannath watched Starla walked down the hall, chubby butt swaying as she walked. She went in her room-- the one across from Jagannath's-- and closed the door.

"I wonder if she's doing anything this weekend?" asked Jagannath.

Dy chortled. "Maybe. She doesn't like to stay around this place if she can help it."

Jagannath hadn't talked to Starla a lot but got the impression that she was in some heady studies. She was the least social out of all of them and the one that Jagannath had talked to the least.

Dy went back to her room to send an e-mail to the college while Jagannath's other roommates came home, including Charles. Charles, a studly kingfisher, was good friends with Jagannath. He was off to spend the night at his girlfriend's house.

Gerome came home too and brought his girlfriend Abby, who lived across the neighborhood. Gerome needed something from his room before heading back out. The couple were heading upstate to visit a friend.

The kitchen served as the gathering place for the roommates to loiter. Before heading out, Gerome and Abby went to the kitchen which to socialize with the others-- Charles, Abby, and the desperate Jagannath. Gerome, an ankylosaurus at 7 and a half feet, had gotten himself a fresh orange to eat, peeling the fruit and leaving the peels on the partial's counter.

Starla was thinking about starting dinner but the kitchen was a little crowded. She didn't like the others hanging around and in front of the fridge to go about their small talk but she would get over it. She had to go to her car to get some stuff anyway.

"Our assignment had us go out and survey crowds of people at the convention," said Abby, a chesty trout girl. She had her windbreaker on, ready to head out for the night. "I'm not shy but I don't like talking to that many people."

"Who were you paired up with?" asked Charles.

"We had a group of three," said Abby, "Jezine was with me, though."

They were acquainted with Jezine. She was a goose and had hung out with everyone there at times.

"Does it take three people to ask someone a question?" asked Jagannath, speaking too flatly for it to be taken as a joke.

Gerome slipped a couple slices of orange in his mouth. He chewed and swallowed. "Depends on the question."

"Jezine, huh?" A smile cracked on Charles' face. "The goose, right? She honks when she laughs!"

Abby smirked. "Yeah, she does."

"I was at a party where they were watching a comedy film." Charles snickered. "She laughed at every joke like an idiot and honked all through the movie!" He threw his head back, went bug-eyed and bellowed, "[b]Hooooonk![/b]"

Gerome and Abby laughed. Charles laughed too. Jagannath chuckled.

Starla was in the room. She walked up to the others. "Why do you got to say that? It's [i]racist.[/i]"

"Get a sense of humor, Starla," said Charles. "It's just a joke. Besides, it's [i]true[/i]. She honks."

"It's disrespectful to geese," said Starla. "Not just Jezine, but all geese!"

"She's said racist things too," said Charles, "And if someone said something like that about someone like me..." He thumbed at himself and puffed out his chest. "I wouldn't be offended!"

Starla rolled her eyes. "I made the mistake of assuming you care about [i]decency[/i]."

The kitchen was crowded and she didn't care for the company. Supper could wait a half hour so she readjusted her grip on the book she got from her car and went back to her room.

"Guess who's not heading anywhere tonight?" said Charles. "The young lady that loves to ruin everyone's fun!"

Abby smirked. "She doesn't seem the party type anyway."

Dy had her head down in the fridge. She brought herself up, english muffin in her mouth. She took the muffin, bit into it, then pulled it away to chew. Swallowing, she said, "She has a point, Charles."

"She's a humorless troll," said Charles, "but maybe that's offensive to [i]trolls![/i]"

The conversation got a little intense so the moment of silence chilled everyone down. Dy took the muffin and took another bite from it.

Abby chuckled. "So what are you and your girlfriend going to get up to?"

Charles crossed his arms, looking annoyed. "She wants me to watch this artsy-fartsy movie called the Austere Bridges."

Dy slammed the muffin back loudly and swallowed. She licked her fingers before going to the counter for a paper towel. "A little culture couldn't hurt, could it?"

Charles huffed. "I guess not."

Gerome finished his orange. He carted the peels over to the green waste bin. "Didn't you make her watch all the Bimbo Brigade films?"

Charles froze. Everyone chuckled. Charles caught himself and blushed.

The group continued to chat but they had weekends to get to so they began exiting the house. Gerome and Abby left first. Charles chatted with Jagannath a little longer but had to leave as well. Before Charles left, Jagannath asked if he could use his friend's Netflix account which Charles gracefully allowed. Maybe Jagannath would pass the time with that, the dog boy thought. He had a sitcom in the middle of a binge.

When it was time for Dy to leave, Jagannath walked the axolotl to the door. He smiled. "Well, have a good time anyway."

Dy chuckled. "You are going to go [i]insane[/i] with loneliness, aren't you?"

"Probably not," said Jagannath.

Dy took a hand to Jagannath cheek. Jagannath's eyes sparkled and he lifted his chin up, smiling proudly. "You make it sound like we're abandoning you on a desert island!"

"Guess I just wish I had planned my weekend better," said Jagannath.

"There will be other weekends," said Dy, walking to the door. She looked back and winked. "See you later."

Jagannath threw a wave out and Dy was gone. He heard Dy's car starting and pulling out of the driveway, then fading into the night.

Jagannath got a snack of his own. He wasn't in the mood to make anything so he opened up a plastic container of curry chicken he cooked earlier that week and thought it would do. He popped it in the microwave, and went to the drawers to get a fork.

Ding went the microwave. He took his chicken and tried a piece. It hurt-- too hot. He struggled to chew and swallow and dropped his fork in the dish.

He walked to the window by the front door. The sounds of night came in. There was the roll of cars passing by, insects chirping, and the sound of laughter in the distance. Laughter and cheer, as lively as it could be on a Friday night. Other people were having their parties it seems. If Jagannath explored the night, could he heave found a party big enough that he could slip in unnoticed? No and walking around down looking for some place to mooch beer off of sounded pathetic.

He took another piece of his chicken, it had cooled down to a palatable state. Smells came through the window too. There was the smell of some kind of garlic-infused pasta and maybe some late-night barbequing? The smells mixed with the aroma of the grass under a darkening sky was pleasing to the dog boy but the breeze that blew in was a little cold so Jagannath closed the window.

The house was quiet and empty. Having the lights on didn't help the fact that the place felt as still as a diorama. There was little sound. All that was heard was the hum of the fridge.

Jagannath sighed. For some reason, the weekend felt lonely. It couldn't have been the only weekend he had spent alone. Maybe after such a long week he wanted some companionship.

I should relax, Jagannath thought to himself. I had a hard week and I should park my ass on the couch and relax.

Maybe deep down he didn't have the energy to party. It was approaching nine o'clock and he knew at any minute, his fatigue could catch up with him. Sitting down and watching some TV was probably the best option. If he was sudden struck with heavy eyelids, he could shift into his room and pass out.

He went the couch and found the remote hiding behind the lamp on the end table. He turned on the TV and went to Netflix, logging into Charles' account. The TV was a little old so it took a couple seconds to load up but he scrolled down to the Continue Watching section to choose his show.

The sitcom Jagannath was in the middle of binging was Dewclaw, a family sitcom. The patriarch of the family John Downyrump was a cardinal with a weight problem. His wife June was a 6'8" tigress with a chest that stuck out like two bowling balls. They had an assortment of kids between them but Jagannath's binge had brought him up to season 4 where the focus of the show became about John and June getting close with their neighboring couple Luis and Mercury.

It was an episode Jagannath was familiar with where the two couples see each other at the town's beach and there's an awkwardness as John saw Mercury topless the other night.

The dog boy had a good understanding of what was going on when he watched the show as a kid but nothing went over his head now that he was an adult. June's joke about "eating" John and having to go to the dentist for a chipped tooth made more sense now.

Jagannath relaxed and watched his show and by the end of the first episode of the night, Starla had escaped her room. She went to the kitchen to heat up some supper. She went to the second fridge and opened the topside freezer. She looked inside the box and saw that all her packets of pizza pockets were fine. No one stole one from her this week.

She took one out, took off the plastic wrapping and then went to the cupboard to get a plastic plate. Jagannath didn't have the TV too loud but with the occasional roll of audience laughter signaled to Starla that it was a sitcom. She left Jagannath alone. He probably don't want to be bothered.

Starla waited by the window while her food cooked. Through closed blinds she looked out into the night. The sun was nearly set. The roofs of the nearby houses were glowing in orange light. The figures of those walking the sidewalks were shrouded in darkness and their details were hard to make out.

The microwave still had some time left so Starla looked around for something to do and realized she hadn't watered the plants yet today. There was a trio of them on the table by the screen door by the patio. She went to the sink to get the old dusty spray bottle with the color faded on its cap and took it to the plants across the room.

She took a peek at what Jagannath was watching and recognized the actress. She didn't care too much until she recognized another actor and then noticed the corner store the scene was shot in.

She then remembered what sitcom that was. "Oh, Dewclaw."

Jagannath raised his eyes over his shoulder. "Yeah..." How was he supposed to continue the conversation, "Are you a fan?"

Starla nodded, a crack of a smile taking her mouth. "Yeah. I binged the show back in high school."

Jagannath grinned. "Oh, I watched it when it was on TV when I was a kid. I've been rewatching it."

Starla nodded and quietly went over to the plant to spritz them quickly before returning behind the couch, watching the show while the microwave hummed over in the kitchen.

"While it was still airing?" asked Starla.

Jagannath nodded again, his smile growing wider. "Yeah. Sometimes I watched episodes when they debuted. I thought I had seen most episodes but there's been a lot I don't remember."

"You musta been..."-- Starla paused to remember if Jagannath was that much older or younger than her-- "eleven, right?"

"Maybe eleven or twelve," said Jagannath.

The microwave dinged. Starla walked over and opened up the box. Steam rose from the door. The plate was a little hot and the pocket would have been too hot to eat so she set it down on the counter too cool. She walked back over to Jagannath.

She didn't have the best memory when it came to TV shows she watched in the background while doing homework, but she saw that Luis and Mercury were lounging in the Downyrump home so Jagannath must have been up to the swinger season.

"Is the daughter pregnant yet?" asked Starla, "The cardinal girl?"

"Not yet," said Jagannath. "I think that's next season."

"She actually got pregnant in real life," said Starla, her eyes lighting up.

"Really?" said Jagannath. "I remember my cousin telling me that but he always lied about things so I didn't believe him."

"She's a real breeder, too," said Starla, "She's had six children so far, last I checked."

"I never heard of that," said Jagannath. "Most of what I hear about the cast of this show is that they don't like each other in real life." He pointed at the screen, "The mom, uh, I know has really tried to distance herself from the show since it ended."

They were quiet a second. There was a physical gag with John trying to pull a hose thinking its stuck in a pile of junk when really it was attached to the wall thus taking out a chunk of the drywall and getting a stir of audience laughter. Jagannath and Starla chuckled.

Starla went over to get her pocket and brought it back over to the couch. She didn't sit down because she would finish her food in a jiffy. She had eaten a third of the pocket before she made it back over to the couch.

"I saw the actress in another movie," said Starla. She brought the pocket up to her mouth, too embarrassed to speak louder than a mutter. "It was the Smell of Spring, an erotic drama."

Jagannath looked at June. She was a tall, busty sexy tigress. He wasn't surprised she was in an erotic movie, and would have to Google it later!

Starla finished her pocket-- it only took a minute for her to gobble the thing down-- and then she went back to the kitchen sink to splash some water on the plate and wash her hands. It was nice talking with Jagannath and getting some socialization on a cool Friday night but he probably wanted to be left alone and it was time for her to retreat back to her room.

But then she looked over at Jagannath, the top of his head peeking over the couch, his hair and ears basking in the glow of the TV. Starla sighed quietly and walked back over to the couch.

"Mind if I join you?" asked Starla, caressing the arm of the couch as she walked around it.

Jagannath gazed at Starla. Her eyes sparkled in the TV's light. "Uhhh... s-sure!"

Starla grinned and sat down, her fat hips settled into the marshmallow cushion. She gave a quiet smile to Jagannath and they both turned to the screen to enjoy the show.

It was a scene where John, June, Luis and Mercury are eating dinner on the outside patio because Luis' height makes it hard for him to sit down in houses with ceilings at a regular height. Even seated, the dinosaur man's head was beside the gutters on the patio's roof.

There was a joke about Luis attending an orgy a few years ago and everyone yelped and screamed like they were trying to sing opera. This got a snerk out of Starla and Jagannath chuckled, a snort escaping him. Jagannath and Starla glanced at each other, amusement on their faces.

For a moment, Starla's face glowed in the light of the TV. With the light shining off the sides of her fuzzy face, she looked different than anytime Jagannath had seen before. Her lips sparkled in the light.

John made a joke about taking out the second floor inside the kitchen and doubling the size of the screen door so that Luis could enter comfortably and Jagannath remembered that in later seasons the house goes through some changes to allow Luis to enter the Downyrump household.

"Oh yeah," said Jagannath, "They remodel the house."

Starla nodded. "Yeah, next season." They turned back to the screen and then Starla chuckled. "The producers of the show wanted to focus on the issues of extra-tall people but when the scripts called for having a new house that is extra-tall accessible, they didn't want to pay for the construction of new sets."

"Didn't they have sets available?" asked Jagannath, not knowing anything about television production.

Starla shook her head. "Not for tall people. Extra-tall people make up for 35% of people in the US but less than 10% of buildings are accessible for them." She wasn't sure about the accuracy of those numbers but knew that the general conclusion from those percentages was the important thing.

"Oh..." said Jagannath, unsure how to carry that conversation.

Starla realized she had swerved the conversation away from a place Jagannath could add much so she cleared her throat and redirected the ship. "The actor who plays Luis-- Phil Starrump-- he's an activist for extra-tall people."

Jagannath nodded. "He tries to raise awareness for... extra-tall things?"

Starla chuckled. "More or less."

Jagannath was silent for moment. Then he said. "I guess this... [i]place[/i] could be better for bigger people, huh? 'No society fits all'."

Starla nodded and smiled. "Yeah, that's a perfect way to put it!"

Jagannath blushed. "Uh... I didn't come up with that. That's something that Niran says later in the show."

"Niran?" Starla took a finger to her chin, "Who was that again?"

"He's the headmaster," said Jagannath. He reached into his pocket. "Let me see if I can get a picture."

Jagannath brought out his phone. He typed in "Dewclaw niran" into Google search and on the images tab he found the picture of the handsomely dressed parasaurolophus. He flipped it at Starla, "This guy."

Starla squinted at it then crawled over close to Jagannath to get a better look. She took the middle seat in the couch, leaned in and glanced at the screen. He grinned. "Oh yeah, that guy."

She leaned back up and shifted away an inch to give Jagannath some personal space but didn't return to the seat across the couch. Jagannath wasn't sure-- did she want to be closer to him or just didn't see the point in returning to her seat from before?

They watched the episode some more. June was at work and accidentally rewired the speakers so they emitted a subsonic squeal, sending the sheep coworker in the office into a primal state. The sheep lady ran around on all fours, bleating loudly into the air!

Jagannath and Starla chuckled. The dog boy was feeling a little quiet and lacking intelligent conversation, so he dug into his mind for any knowledge he had and spoke up, "That's fake, by the way. It's an urban legend."

"What is?" said Starla.

"That high pitched squeals dumb people down," said Jagannath.

Starla put a finger to her chin, "No... I think in some species it has that effect."

"Really?"

Starla nodded. "Yeah. Bats for one. I think some kinds of crocodiles, too."

"Huh," said Jagannath, a tooth poking out in his smile. "I heard it was something people made up." He chuckled. "Us dogs... if you flash pictures of fire hydrants to our faces real fast... that does it."

Starla smiled. "You go dumb-faced and start speaking in grunts?"

Jagannath giggled. He relaxed his eyes and uttered, "Oook! Ook!"

Starla chuckled. She leaned forward and grunted, "Urrrk! Hurk!"

Starla's grunts sounded more real than Jagannath so the dog boy give it a second shot. He grunted like a caveman and mixed up his grunts with dopey inhales. It sounded legitimate and he was proud. Starla followed up with some cavewoman grunts of her own. She was a natural-- she avoided any sound that rang too zooman.

The two broke into a fit of nervous giggles, then they turned back to the screen.

The sound of their grunts echoed in the room, though. Jagannath had to admit it was pretty cute to hear Starla grunt like a brute. Despite having the look and personality of an intellectual, she made a convincing beast. Jagannath imagined Starla grunting like she did and his loins stiffened.

Starla's skin tingled. The dog boy grunting was more gratitifying than she expected. He sounded like such a beast. The tone in the room flipped completely. It was no longer a casual Friday night. Something primal entered the house.

They turned back towards each other. They stared for a moment. Starla found Jagannath's chest very pleasing to look at and Jagannath craved Starla's flabby folds. Starla was attracted to the dog boy so her bouquet below lost its grip on some of its pollen.

Starla grunted. "Urk..." It was a dumb grunt, fit for a beast. Jagannath responded by breathing in deeply and letting out a couple short ooks. Starla chirped out a high-pitched grunt and urked at Starla curiously.

What was that? they asked themselves. Was that them goofing off or something more?

Jagannath got a small whiff of pheromones so... he went for it. He slid over his foot towards Starla's and let his pinky toe rub up against the side of hers. The foot was still for a second but then Starla took hers and wiped her toes over Jagannath's instep. Jagannath folded his toes upward and Starla combed her toes into his.

They gazed at each other. Jagannath leaned forward and grunted out a sensual "Oook" which Starla responded by bringing herself closer and uttering a quiet "Ur... urrr".

They hung their mouths open as they drifted towards each other like two asteroids caught in a gravitation pull. They grunted like animals, closed their eyes, and their lips connected. They macked into each other, tongues dancing from first connection. Their muffled grunts were countered with wet smacks.

Jagannath took a hand to Starla's side. Her chubby waist was a delight to touch. His fingers were massaged by her fat. Starla placed her hand on Jagannath's lap and rubbed his knee. Jagannath placed his other hand on hers.

They moaned and grunted while they kissed. Their tongues flicked each other and engaged in slobbery joy! The smell of Starla's essence was heavy in the air, the ferret girl giving off a potent sexual fog.

Jagannath moved the hand behind Starla's back and rubbed her back through her shirt. Starla put her hand on Jagannath's chest and felt a muscular body underneath his shirt. It pleasured her to knead at the dog boy's pecs.

Jagannath shifted closer, raising one foot off the ground and bumping his knee into Starla's leg. Starla carressed down Jagannath's body, thumbing his abs and swirling a pinky inside his navel, his shirt twisting around her finger. She freed herself and continued the journey downward, landing her palm on the top of his thigh.

They moaned and grunted. Jagannath took a hand down low to feel the curves of Starla's big butt. It was a squishy one but cupping it was a delight. He wanted it.

Starla hesitated. Just a few inches away from seeing what this dog boy was carrying. She tried her best to be subtle as she dragged her fingers across Jagannath's lap and dropped them between his legs. She fingered his jeans then opened up her hand to cup his crotch.

Oh my god! thought Starla.

The dog boy had [i]meat[/i]. There was more meat in Jagannath's drawers than Starla could hold. Even if Jagannath's rod wasn't at maximum hardness, Starla could tell that he had a lot stored away.

Starla massaged the sausage and eggs and Jagannath moaned, compressing his body and curling his toes.

Starla took her lips away from Jagannath's mouth and kissed into his neck. Jagannath leaned his head back and moaned loudly into the air, throwing in a bark too. He took his hands to Starla's shoulders as she made her way down his body to his crotch.

When she was facing that bulge, she sniffed at it. It's scent was strong and musky. She sniffed and nuzzled Jagannath's cock. The dog boy whimpered, smiling so wide he drooled on himself. Starla unbuckled Jagannath's belt, using all her willpower to unfurl slowly and not rip at it like a crazed werebeast. She flipped over the belt then lowered the fly. Inside was a bulging parcel of cock, wrapped up in underwear. She tugged down the jeans and lowered the underwear.

A thick cock slapped out, semi-erect at nine inches. Starla went cross-eyed looking at the giant hot dog. She leaned her nose in, took a big sniff, and then planted her gentle lips on the side. She cupped her mouth on the curve and kissed up the shaft.

Jagannath moaned. His cock would hit max length in no time!

All that cock, all for Starla to consume. She took the cannon, feeling the massive meat in her fingers. She took a nice lick up the shaft and Jagannath shivered and whimpered. When Starla stroked down the side with the back of a few knuckles, Jagannath's knee spasmed in delight!

Starla planted her lips on the member and felt it expand within her lippy grasp. It had grown up to 11 inches. Starla's eyes went crossed. She clenched her fist but she couldn't help herself-- she pulled away to grunt!

She grunted and threw herself back to howl into the air. She barked and flailed in excitement-- what a cock Jagannath had to show her! She glanced at it. It had to have been a full foot. She sat there, kneeled on the couch, staring at the cock-- almost scared of it. But then there was a pang in her loins and she lunged it, taking the base of it with her hand and snapping her mouth around the tip!

Jagannath burst a crazed smile, all teeth exposed and drool flowing from his mouth. Her tongue danced with the cock, sliding into the pockets of his foreskin and wrapping itself around his shaft. When Starla dragged the tip of her tongue across the bed of Jagannath's cock, the dog boy made sounds like hiccups if one could hiccup with arousal.

Starla moved herself to the floor and allowed the dog boy to spread his legs apart. She took handle of his belt and leaned her head into his cock, the beast already wet with her spit. She took it into her mouth, deeper than before. No more fiddling around-- it was time to turn on the vacuum cleaner.

She sucked. She pulled on that cock like she wanted to pull it down her throat like an oyster. The wide long meat poked the back of her mouth and she moaned. She took a hand on Jagannath's large sac and caressed his balls like they were magic orbs waiting to tell her fortune.

Jagannath froze up. He was so overwhelmed with pleasure that his body didn't know how to react. He arrested his stillness, though, and began to shake. He whimpered with his voice pitching like an amateur soprano. He whimpered, sighed through his nose, then leaned his head up to howl. His voice cracked cutting in pitched moans and he howled to the roof.

Starla wanted cock. She pressed her tongue on Jagannath's dorsal, rubbed it up and down. She chomped on the rod like a popsicle, wiping her saliva all over the flesh. Her nose huffed and tickled the brush of fur above Jagannath's groin.

She cupped his balls and raised them up and Jagannath pivoted his knees inward and fanned his toes, tiny claws extending outward. He had his dick sucked before, but never like what he was getting that wonderful Friday night! The way Starla's teeth poked his skin, the way she sucked his hammer back, the way her tongue danced above and below his member-- it was unbearable!

Jagannath's whole body was under Starla's spell. Tingling consumed his entire form, from his toes to his ears. His jaw spasmed and cocked to the side. His fingers clawed the couch, one gripping the armrest and the other snatching the cushion below. He crunched his stomach and heaved forward.

He could feel it coming. No matter how hard he tried to hold it in, Starla's mouth action overpowered his resilience. His balls boiled and his taint couldn't keep a grasp on his volcanic eruption.

Seed flowed up his canals, splashing against the tunnels. The liquid tunneled down the main pipe and-- "Here it c-comes!"

He fired. Seed burst out of his cock. Starla felt the cream glaze her mouth and throat. An unusual sensation for the ferret girl but the taste of the golden retriever's essence was milky and edible. It was a reflex, but she swallowed. It didn't discomfort her to have that slime go down her throat so as the spunk pooled up in the bottom of her mouth, she swallowed more.

She wanted it. She wanted to drink from the dog boy's penis so she sucked on his cock like she was drinking from a water bottle. She had to watch herself because as Jagannath ejected himself, his ass rocked on the cushion. Starla removed one hand from his sac and put it on his knee to keep him steady.

Jagannath emptied and emptied until his flow slowed and his body came out of the throes of orgasm. The final spritzes of cum left him but Starla kept sucking. She liked his butter, but once the flow stopped and his cock began to settle, she let go and caught her breath.

The dog noticed she didn't spit and wasn't drooling. Did she... [i]swallow[/i] his load? If Jagannath hadn't just came like a hurricane, he would have had the hugest boner.

Starla looked up, smiled, and said "Ook!". That would have gotten him super hard too.

The ferret climbed back on the couch and sat down beside Jagannath, thigh to thigh. Jagannath let his wet cock hang out the front of his jeans.

They relaxed. The erotic haze settled out of them and the rest of the world came back into existence. The sitcom was still playing. It was getting to the end of the episode where the cardinal daughter comes home and sees Mercury sitting with her father and accidentally calls the woman "mom", causing great embarrassment for the two characters. The show freeze-framed and rolled the credits.

The sounds of night were rumbling outside. The quiet rumble of cars passing by, faint underbellies of music, and loud shouts from neighboring houses. The sounds no longer made him feel lonely. He felt part of the symphony of the night.

The outside smells of food and dew didn't catch his nose, though. The only smell Jagannath could smell was the pheromones coming off of Starla. They were thick and intoxicating. Jagannath couldn't help but lean over to get a better whiff of the bread Starla was baking! It tickled his nose to smell the erotic pollen of his roommate!

Jagannath and Starla locked eyes. They smiled. Starla looked down at Jagannath's cock and reached over to knead it with her fingers. "Oook," she said. The dog was still in his cooldown, but that wouldn't be long. He leaned close and Starla leaned into him. They kissed.

Macking began. They chomped on each other's faces, moaning in passion. That smell kept tickling Jagannath's nose, though. He pulled away and lowered his head, happy to bump his chin on Starla's chest. The girl's breasts were round, flabby but had a mature firmness to them too. He would have to leave them alone for the time being and descended his head farther.

As his nose got closer to Starla's lap, he suffocated on her essence. At the bottom, between her legs, he took a big whiff in of ecstasy. He coughed with a smile and looked up to look Starla in her eyes. He looked like he was high and he practically was. Starla smiled back.

He aimed his nose downward and stuck his nose right into her crotch! The warmth, it was heavenly. Starla moaned, her arms folding in front of her. She turned her feet inward and her big toes folded back. The dog boy's nose bumped into her sex and she leaned back and grunted.

Jagannath moved himself to the floor, his nose staying between Starla's legs like it was stuck down there and his erection bobbing in front of him. He sniffed at the crotch and his eyes swam. Such a wonderful scent!

Starla knew what he wanted. She gestured him back so she had room to stand up. She got on her feet and undid her belt and unzipped her pants. She slid them down to her ankles.

When she lowered her panties, a string of slime hung onto her vag. It was a perky vagina with a brush of fuzz hanging above. The succulent vulva and the string of precum that stretched from her flesh to her panties both shone in the room's light. Starla giggled, almost seeming embarrassed by her wetness.

"Nnnnngh!" said Jagannath, clutching his face like he was in pain.

Starla dropped the creamed panties to her ankles then settled down on the seat. Jagannath took a mighty grip of her ass and dove in at her vag. He brought up his nose to the sex and then pondered what his opening move should have been. He parked his lips closer to the piece and then pecked at it. Starla shivered. Jagannath opened his mouth wider and clapped his maw over Starla's puss.

The dog's tongue was coated with the ferret's pre. He licked up the lips and his balls twitched. Starla squirmed, having to grab her seat below to keep herself steady, the fat good it did. She let out a curt screech into the room.

Jagannath stuck his tongue inside. It tasted like green tea. He waved his tongue around and curved his tongue up the inside of her sex like she was hiding a key just above the door frame. Jagannath heaved as he dug into Starla's pussy with her tongue.

Oh it felt so good! Starla was in heaven, having her nethers eaten out by the handsome dog. Jagannath dragged his tongue around her cave like he was skirting his knuckles down a keyboard. Starla gripped the front of her cushion and pulled it upward, flailing her feet.

Jagannath had his eyes closed, lost in the taste. This roommate of his... her taste was irresistible. Downright addictive. It was savory and sweet. Was that there all the time? Was this amazing vagina living in the same house as him for nearly a year?

The dog snarled and grunted as he smacked and chomped into the ferret's sex. Starla wiggled like a seaworm. She dooked and squeaked and yelped into the air. She cried like she was having an organ removed but the sensation was heavenly. Jagannath's tongue dug inside of her like a mole in the ground.

Jagannath's cock was hard and long. The dog had found his horny again and his dick was full erect, smacking sideways against the base of the couch. Thump thump thump, his shaft hit the leather surface. He thrust the air until his pants fell down his butt.

The two Friday night lovebirds got louder: Jagannath barking into the ferret girl's vagina. The vagina muffled some of his volume but not all. Starla, meanwhile, screamed and called with arousal. She screamed into the air like she was cheering on her favorite basketball player with fifteen seconds left on the clock. Every sensor in the front of her cooch was going off like a thousand tiny cells were screaming songs of joy.

Starla curled inward, bringing her knees up and folding her arms. She moaned, arousal boiling within. Some spit fell down her chin as she wrangled out and screamed so hard her throat got friction burn!

Her vagina unleashed, spraying cum into the dog boy's mouth. He lapped it up like it was wine of the gods, whimpering in excitement and eyes splitting like they were repulsive magnets. He giggled with joy, splashing some of Starla's cum and his own drool onto the cushion below.

Jagannath gripped her thighs, digging his claws into her fatty flesh and he chomped. Starla's pelvis bucked around but Jagannath's jaw was nimble and kept itself around her sex, devouring her vulva like a burrito.

Starla pushed her legs into the floor and pushed out her orgasm like she was laying an egg. She snarled and moaned as essence fired out of her. She twisted her neck and exhaled through her widened nostrils to let out that bit of sweet release.

Her orgasm faded, and her moaning settled. She got her breath and took a hand to Jagannath's head, petting him between his floppy ears. He raised up, his mouth wet with her cum. They grinned at each other.

They took a moment to collect themselves, resting on the couch. Another episode of Dewclaw started up on the TV. The two couldn't pay attention. They knew what was coming up-- what was going to come between them. Jagannath, still pretty hard, poked his cock to keep it erect until it was time to go back at it.

Jagannath looked over at Starla. A twinkle in her eye. He leaned in to kiss her. She took her arm around him and macked on him, sticking her tongue in his mouth. He moaned and kissed back.

Then Starla stopped. She got up and stepped out of the pants around her ankles. Jagannath got the idea. He rose on his feet and pulled his pants down. Underwear and jeans fell on his toes. He stepped out of them, now bareass. And it was a firm doggy butt, too!

Starla got on the ground and grabbed the edge of the couch. She spread her legs wide, letting Jagannath stare at that pussy and know what he was about to enter. Jagannath licked his lips and descended on her, putting his hands around her sides.

The ferret squealed as Jagannath injected his cock into her. It was [i]so[/i] much [i]rod[/i] to slide inside her. Just when she thought it was the end of the injection, Jagannath would push more shaft into her. Her flesh was pushed to the back. She got [i]stuffed[/i].

She moaned and whimpered. It was an amazing pain! She wrapped her legs around Jagannath's waist, feet resting on his spine. He rocked into her and she took the puncturing with pleasure.

Jagannath's speed was fast but he got lost in the sensation of having his dick inside her and slowed down his RPM. His pumps were only one per second. He enjoyed it, enjoying a quiet fuck with this roommate of his.

Starla didn't mind going steady. The tip of his cock gently dragged across her flesh walls. It was a slow process but Starla savored it like a fresh canoli. She reached up to wrap her arms around Jagannath's neck to hold him close and let the handsome dog boy drill down her center.

Jagannath's gaze went dumb. He fell into a rhythm of in-and-out, loving the feeling of pussy wrapped around his cock. He moaned when the force of Starla's insides pulled down on the top of his cock.

The TV was still going. With their grunts quiet, they could make out the dialogue easily. Jagannath listened in as the dad character asked where all the patio furniture went and the mom character said it was put in the basement like he asked. There was an audience laughter. Jagannath didn't know the context of the joke but he knew the formula of the show well enough to guess what the context was.

Starla stopped. She grunted and tapped Jagannath's arm to get him to move up. She slid out from underneath him and then leaned up. In a hurried motion, she pulled off her top. revealing a flabby belly of gray fur. She pulled off her bra and out came a pair of bouncy tits. Both pieces of clothing were left on the floor.

Jagannath smiled. He leaned over to kiss between Starla's breasts. Starla smiled and rubbed his ears as he pecked at her bosom. Starla's nipples were soft but he liked how firm her bosom was.

Starla gestured him out of her tits. Now upright, Jagannath was available to have Starla take his shirt up. Jagannath got the picture and pulled his clothes off. He tossed the shirt to the side and the two mates looked at each other. Both of them, aside from Starla's glasses, were completely naked. Their chests completely bare. Their legs bare. Their genitals exposed to the room. Butts resting on their legs.

They were animals. They spent their days behaving themselves, speaking in zooman words, and making intelligent decisions. But at night, when left alone with a potential mate, their higher functions ceased having meaning. They embraced what they wanted deep down: mating.

Starla opened her legs... as far as she could. There wasn't a lot of room between the dresser that held the television and the couch. Jagannath jumped onto Starla anyway and let his body fall into her fatty embrace. It was soft heaven but it was time for thrusting so Jagannath got his cock inside the ferret girl and got pumping!

The moaned and groaned, jostling like flowers in the breeze. They grunted like cavepeople. Jagannath let out barks and Starla dooked and squeaked. Starla snapped her feet down on Jagannath's body and tugged him closer, biting her lip with pleasure as the dog boy's dick dug deeper into her cave!

They raved and rammed, wrecking and warming their loins with intense thrusting. The ride was intense for awhile but then she slowed down to a steady crawl. They rocked into each other, both of them eyes closed... lost in the moment.

They went like that for awhile and then Starla's back started to feel the burn of the carpet. She got up and laid over the couch. Jagannath took her behind and fucked her, leaning over her and pressing his hands down into the cushion.

They went at it. A moderate pace. The TV still played in the background and one episode ended and another began. The theme song, a quick piano song with a doorbell at the end, was familiar to both Jagannath and Starla. They couldn't concentrate on a sitcom, though. Not with Jagannath's dick all the way up Starla's vagina.

They rutted until Jagannath's legs got tired. He pushed himself to the point his knees started to hurt. When the dog boy pulled out and held his knees, she knew what was going on.

Jagannath settled down on the couch, catching his breath. Starla was tired herself, but it was a [i]good[/i] tire. She got up and walked over to the kitchen to get refreshments for herself and her colossal-cocked lover.

She passed the table that nobody ever used and as she passed it, she came out of the erotic funk to realize... she was stark naked in the middle of the living room! This was not appropriate! Somebody walking by the house could peek in the window and see the chubby ferret girl walking around in the nude! What if one of her roommates came home?

She then looked back at Jagannath, resting on the couch. The golden fur on his muscular back was sexy. She suddenly didn't care. What did it matter if she was nude?

She went to the sink to turn on the water, letting it get cold while she obtained two cups. She filled them both and brought them back to the couch. She handed one to Jagannath.

It was an acceptable time to use actual language, but Jagannath curled a grin. "Oook."

Starla smiled. "Ungf!"

It was the best thank you he could have given! Starla sat down and drank some of the water. She paid attention to the sitcom for a little bit, knowing that in a few minutes she would be back to getting right fucked. What was the point in following the story when it would be soon that she would be too deep-dicked to care?

Jagannath watched as he drank water. The mother came on the screen and Jagannath felt it was an opportunity to have a boner. The tigress mom was so hot. He was already pretty erect, having just fucked for some time and would be soon fucking more, but he felt free to let his arousal out. He watched the mom character sit down on the couch. He wished he could have fucked her.

They consumed most of their glasses then put them down on the sides of the couch. Starla saw Jagannath's wet cock and reached over to pet the beast! She glid some knuckles down its shaft and dug a finger into his foreskin, curving it so the claw moved with the motion.

Starla set a hand on Jagannath's far lap and shfited over onto him, raising herself over his lap. She hoisted herself up above his cock, flabby ass up to Jagannath's chest, and then descended down onto his erection. The was a squish as the cock entered inside Starla. Her loins must have been going numb as the sting of entry was not as shocking as she expected.

That didn't mean she didn't feel Jagannath's ram sticking up into her sexual core once she got bouncing. Her tits and belly fat jiggled as she hopped on Jagannath's lap like a seesaw, gripping the cushion below with her claws.

The held that position for a few minutes. After they had their fill of cowgirl, they moved over to the table by the patio door, their legs quaking as they walked across the room. Starla sat on top of the table and Jagannath, although worried that the table wasn't sturdy enough to hold a person, took Starla's thighs, parsed them and then stuck his dick inside.

Starla draped her arms over Jagannath's strong shoulders while he jabbed her with his mighty stick. She moaned and crashed her head into his chest, eyes miles away as she was consumed by the sensation of the dog boy boning her deep. She had bigger dick before, but Jagannath was matching size with skill! She could feel her pelvis shift with his thrust. She could feel her insides burn with his strikes!

Jagannath loved it when Starla's tits rubbed up against his chest. They were soft, but ample. He moved his hands down behind her back and cupped them around her cheeks. He squeezed and the ferret girl squeaked. The squeak was too adorable-- in the erotic way. It made the dog's ears prick up and his thrusting to hasten.

The remote hadn't been touched in awhile so the TV show paused due to inactivity. A message stamped on the screen as the volume ceased and the only sounds left in the household were Jagannath and Starla's thrusts, slaps and groans. That and the squeak of the old table that was holding its own.

They exchanged another glance. No grin this time but a deep look into each other's eyes. This was how they were spending their Friday night and it was incredible. The deep understanding of another person, the delight of physical pleasure... it was the best they ever had!

The session continued and Starla motioned Jagannath onto the floor. The dog walked over to the carpet and laid down, legs out in a V. He took the opportunity to get a good stretch in and his back cracked like someone breaking a bundle of pasta. Starla climbed down onto him and went cowgirl, facing towards him this time.

If anyone had entered the front door, they would have been caught!

Starla rode the dog for awhile, then the hard surfaces of the table then the floor was getting to them. They got up, rubbing their backs and requiring each other for balance. Starla took Jagannath's hand with a grunt. They raced to the halls, looking at the doors to Jagannath and Starla's rooms.

Jagannath pointed to his and they went inside. Although basking in beautiful blue moonlight, Jagannath didn't leave the room in a tidy state but Starla couldn't care about the books scattered on the floor or the empty soda bottle resting on Jagannath's desk when her destination was the dog boy's bed. His sheets were messy but what did it matter? Things were about to get messier.

They kissed as they sat down on the bed. Jagannath's cock was still hard, and bounced as they got down. They sat on the edge of the bed, letting their tongues exchange dance moves, until Starla turned herself onto the bed and laid down, head on the pillow. Jagannath climbed over her and aligned himself with her center.

Both of them had sweat in their fur. Their hair was messy. Their genitals were worn. It had been a good night.

Starla lifted her legs for Jagannath to grab. Once those legs were in his hands, Jagannath shifted closer on his knees and took that got to Starla's wanting pussy. Once again into the breach. The cock slid in with a wet slap and the dog got nailing.

The ferret girl's eyes went dumb. All sense went to the delightful feeling of that big dog cock scooping out her sex ice cream. The cock churned her butter and it was the spoon that stirred her batter. Her legs and bones had a wonderful soreness in them after taking the dog's sex so much.

Starla had an opportunity to look around Jagannath's room but if people's rooms were a curiosity of hers most of the time, she couldn't care in that moment. Twelve inches of gold had made home inside her body and took up all of her attention. It shuffled around, knocking itself around her lobby but it was a good ruckus.

Jagannath looked down at Starla. The late-night moonlight shone in through the curtains, illuminating the ferret girl's body. The curves of her tits, belly, and thighs were glowing. A car passed by, the rumble of its engine saying hi as it passed, and the headlights shimmered into the window and slid squares of light across Jagannath's dark room.

The crowd outside was still going. There were cheers, the distant bump of music, talking (although indistinct). Parties were going on but Jagannath and Starla had a party of their own. And both of them knew it was the best party to have.

They got into a rhythm. A steady fuck. Jagannath's ball smacked Starla's taint. Hard enough to mean something but soft enough that it didn't hurt. Her flabby thighs cushioned the blow.

It was steady for awhile but then, like popcorn starting to pop, an excitement built inside Jagannath. He barked and huffed. He growled, drool escaping his maw.

This triggered something in Starla. She offered grunts and dooks and wiggled her core. She ooked and dooked and made guttural animal noises, loving the cock she was getting! She curved her feet back and stretched her toes so that her claws poked out. Dick, dick, dick!

Their grunts and utterings got louder. It was a storm of animalistic calls! They ripped and roared into each other, their pelvic bones bashing against each other like bucks in the wild! It was a consuming bash and made their loins hum with joy.

Drool happened. In such an animalistic state, the two didn't care about what their throats and glands were doing. They let their tongues hang out, their eyes wild like idiots. Drool whipped from their faces, splashing on the bed, the floor, and even their bodies.

What did they care in the throes of passion? Mating was better when they tossed out manners and behaved like proper beasts-- wiggling and writhing with pleasure and grunting with savage urges! They drooled like pets!

Their noise was loud. Would anyone hear them? Were their neighbors around? What would people think if they heard the two youths singing a zoo's choir?

Jagannath felt that cum boiling. He bit his lip and grunted through his teeth, bowing his head in anticipation. There was a tingle at the bottom of his shaft and it fired forward, up his rod and to his tip. He fired. He fired his seed into Starla.

He snarled and grunted, gripping Starla so tight it might have discomforted her. He pounded Starla as his cream escaped him. He filled Starla's hole up like a water bottle and extra substance burst out from whence the two sexes met. It leaked out onto the bed and stained the sheets.

Starla could feel Jagannath unleash inside her and she curved her knees inward. Oh, it was coming. Her loins quaked and ruptured and she unleashed a flow of her essence down her pipes and out of her cooch, coating Jagannath's sac, her thighs and the bed. She sprayed ooze all over the place and she screamed in joy while doing it!

They hammered against each other until their loins started to cool. They bucked until the orgasming sensation cooled. They shared a glance, smiling. After catching a breath, Jagannath pulled out, and the two leaned back on opposite ends of the bed and stared at each other. Their breaths were fast and hard. Their bodies tingled.

They rested for a moment and then got back to it. Starla presented herself, getting on her hands and knees and letting her round ass face Jagannath. The dog boy jerked himself off to get his dick hard again while caressing a hand on the ferret girl's rump.

He climbed on her and got busy ramming her castle. The two let their faces sink into a dumb state, staring out into the distance. They had big smiles on their faces, grunting quietly, and drooling a bit. What a pleasant feeling it was to have some good old fashioned doggystyle!

Jagannath being a dog didn't mean he had any special love for doggystyle. He was in general a fan of hot sex. Starla liked it though. Having someone on top of her, getting her from behind while her belly and tits jiggled below her made her feel so fuckable! Her loins screamed with pleasure.

They went at that awhile, cars passing by and shining their light into Jagannath's rooms. They had an orgasm and got jism all over Jagannath's sheets. They had another and pulled the sheets off the mattress. The bed was getting too pooled to continue serving as a fuck space so they got up and went out across the hall to Starla's room.

Her room was tidy, and the bed was neat, but it wouldn't stay like that for long. After Starla removed her glasses, they climbed on her bed, sheets all neatly tucked into the mattress. Starla flashed her legs open again and Jagannath plopped down onto her and got plapping. Starla was losing the strength to toss and turn as Jagannath fucked her but she still had the strength to enjoy it.

They went at it. It was hard to tell for how long. Starla's room didn't have a window and the murmurs outside were barely audible. The two beasts bucked for what felt like hours. The sheets shifted around and curtained to the floor.

After a long session of making it look like Starla's bed had a tornado pass through it, they had their final cum and dislodged.

Starla's bed was not very big. Two people didn't fit on it well but when Jagannath got up to go to his own cum-soaked bed, Starla took his hand, giving him a wanting look. Jagannath smiled and slid back into bed with her.

The two glanced at each other. Every hair on their body was rough. Their eyes were heavy and had the faint webbing of bloodshot. They had to cuddle close to both fit on the bed but after putting some of the sheets back in their place, getting the pillows at the head, they closed their eyes and drifted into sleep.

Both of them had the same thing on their mind as they drifted into dreamland. What had just happened? It was an unfathomable mating session. Two roommates that had barely interacted had become world-class fuck partners.

The house was quiet that morning. It would have been hard to believe that the night prior had Jagannath and Starla making every noise their body could produce. It was unbelievable that no cry from them echoed into the morning. The house was quiet.

A car pulled in the front. After a door shut, the front door opened. Dy walked in looking like she was recovering from a wreck and wearing a pair of orange track pants she wasn't wearing when she had left. She had a night of her own!

She looked around the living room and felt something was off. She would deal with it in a minute-- her head was sore and her mouth was dry. Stretching her arms up into the air, she walked over to the sink to get herself a glass of water to help fight off the hangover she was carrying. As she filled her cup she heard another car come in the driveway and a door open and shut. The next one through the front door was Charles.

Dy shot a wave. Charles smiled.

"How was the party?" he asked.

Dy chortled. "It was a party..." She shrugged, wanting to keep certain details out of Charles ears. "How was movie night with your girlfriend?"

Charles groaned. "She fell asleep halfway through the thing!"

Dy giggled and walked around the room, drinking her water. There was a quiet stirring and that's when she noticed the TV was still on. It had gone into a sleep state going to a completely back screen to keep the plasma from burning out but someone forgot to turn it off properly last night. She groaned and walked over to turn it off.

But then she saw an article of clothing. Annoyed she was, assuming someone forgot to pick up their sweater last night before heading to bed but then Dy saw a few more articles of clothing, and then a few more making two full dresses of clothing! Annoyance turned into fascination as she realized what had gone on.

"Oh my god..." said Dy, taking a hand up to her mouth.

It was loud enough for Charles to hear. He looked over at Dy crouched behind the couch. "What is it?"

Dy stood up and pointed a finger to the floor. "Come look!"

Charles walked over wondering if someone had spilled a drink or something, but he took Dy's side and saw the same thing Dy saw: two pairs of clothes on the floor. He recognized Jagannath's clothing and assumed the other's were Starla's.

The bird snerked and bit his beak in amusement. He eyed over at Dy. "You don't think..."

Dy nodded. "Jagannath and Starla... last night!"

Charles looked around the floor. The faint smell of [i]sex[/i] was in the air. The two got fucking last night and he didn't want to touch the area until a cleaning crew had been through. The couch cushions had stains and it looked like the covers had been tugged and clawed.

Dy looked over towards the halls. Were they home?

Jagannath shifted and opened his eyes. Wait, that ceiling wasn't his room. Then he felt Starla's body on him. His cock rested on her sheets. They were both naked. He remembered what they had done last night.

He looked over at the ferret girl. Her hair was a mess. Her belly fat was cute. He looked down at her vagina. What a pleasure it was to be inside that so many times last night! Jagannath shifted a little bit and a strong pang of soreness overtook his penis. No, the soreness flashed over many parts of his body. It was a small price to pay, though.

Starla detected Jagannath awakening and opened her eyes. She grinned at him. "Hello."

"Hey," said Jagannath.

Starla leaned up, and stretched her arms out, yawning. She rubbed down her breast. She was sore herself but it was a soreness well-earned. "Last night... was [i]amazing[/i]."

Jagannath nodded. "I agree."

"Are you guys home?" Dy called from outside, "Jagannath? Starla?"

Jagannath squirmed and looked down at himself. "Oh man, I gotta get back to my room and put on some clothes!"

Starla put her head in her palm. "We left our clothes out there, didn't we?"

"Yeah," said Jagannath.

The dog got up, sculpted ass in plain view for a lusty ferret. Wow, she got to grope those lovely cheeks last night. What a score!

Jagannath went to the door, big cock bouncing. He opened the door a crack to see if the coast was clear. When he couldn't see Dy or anyone else. He went out into the hallway, shut the door, went to his door, and opened that one-- all in a quick, graceful maneuver. Closing his door behind him, he was safe. It was time to get dressed.

Jagannath and Starla got redressed. It hurt to put clothes on genitals that spent hours of the night prior smashing into bodies. Jagannath met Starla at the door to her room and volunteered to get their clothes from the front room. Starla hid in her room while he went out to the living space.

Not a couple steps out of the hallway and he was ambushed by Dy and Charles, waiting in the kitchen.

Dy smiled wide as a car beam. "What were [i]you[/i] guys doing last night?"

Jagannath turned cold. Oh god, they knew.

"Settled on porking the nerd, huh?" said Charles, stirring his cup of instant coffee.

Jagannath grinned and scratched the back of his head. "We... well... [i]stuff happened[/i]."

"I bet it did!" Charles laughed and slapped Jagannath on the side. "How was she?"

"Please, Charles," said Jagannath. He motioned at Starla's door. "She's right in the other room."

"Fine, fine..." said Charles. "Tell me later then." He walked down the halls to his room and left them alone.

Jagannath went up to the front of the room. There was all of the clothes he and Starla shed when they wanted to show each other their true animal natures. To think that such an escapade started on the couch!

Dy followed Jagannath as he collected the discard wears. She smirked. "Guess you found something to do last night."

Jagannath didn't like being autopsied by his friends but on the other hand he was proud to have such great sex. He had a great night last night! He chuckled. "Yeah."

Dy looked at Jagannath's messy hair and shaky legs. She said, "And I don't think it was a desperate kind of fucking, was it? It was good?"

Jagannath stood up, smiled, chuckled and leaned close. "It was [i]fantastic[/i]! We went at it for [i]hours[/i]! I've never had sex that good."

Dy's eyes lit up and she sighed. "Good thing you stayed around then! Destiny set you up!"

Jagannath picked up Starla's shirt and pants off the ground. He took a second to get a good look at Starla's panties and let the aroma waft off and treat his nose to the smell of her essence. Dy was watching though, so he didn't let himself get infatuated with the underwear and hung the clothes over his arm while he continued to pick up the remnants.

"Did you guys have sex here?" said Dy, "Do I need to get you a disinfectant and a cloth?"

Jagannath looked at her, nervous. He twisted his jaw and said, "You might have to."

Dy chuckled and hung her arms in front of herself. "You know what? I'm happy for you."

"Really?" said Jagannath, putting the clothes down on the arm of the chair so he could lean down to the couch and closely examine the "damage" that he and Starla had down.

"Yeah," said Dy. "You always seem like you feel sexually inferior and now... you are glowing." She chuckled although she swayed her head too much and her hangover spiked. She put a hand to her forehead and looked for her water.

Jagannath looked over at Dy and her bright orange pants were jumping out to him. He motioned at them and asked, "Were you wearing those last night?"

Dy pinched out the duds and gave a nervous smile. "No... Last night I got so high I pissed my pants. I had to borrow these."

Jagannath rolled his eyes. "Great."

"I'll get those cleaning things for you," said Dy. "I need to have a shower."

Dy walked off.

Jagannath picked up his clothes and just as Dy was out of reach, put his nose down into Starla's panties. His eyes twitched when he got a whiff of her dried moisture.

It was such an intoxicating smell, but the dog boy had to wonder... would he smell it again? Was last night a one time thing?

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