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Part 2

Sneak Peek

Joey was holding Terry’s hand, the tiger stroking his thumb on the cougar’s smaller one. Joey gave a light sigh and a squeeze of his husband’s hand.

“You ready?”

“I think so,” Terry was looking at the door. It was the one right across the hall from their unit. “Are you ready?”

“I think so,” Joey felt his husband tense up at that before he turned to him and took his other hand. “I know I’m ready. I’m here for you, and if you need anything I’ll be right across the hall, okay?”

“Okay,” Terry swallowed, his breathing a little uneven as he nodded and calmed himself down. “Okay, I think I can do this.”

“Okay, do you want to knock on the door or do you want me to do it?” The tiger asked.

“I…can you, please?” Terry was nervous, but he was willing to try anything to quell his heat.

“Sure, Terr-Bear,” Joey lifted his hand to knock on the door, but just before he rasped it, it flung open, forcing the two to jump back.

“Later dweebs!” Caleb joked over his shoulder, the Clydesdale that lived with Levi and Roman almost ran into the couple. “Oh shit, sorry guys.” He dug in his hooves only for an even larger stallion to bump behind the stacked guy.

“Damn, you’re here already,” the zebra behind Caleb gripped him by the shoulders to stop from toppling into the couple. “Sorry guys, we were hoping to clear out before you got here.”

“Oh, Caleb, Kameron, nice to see you two,” Joey smiled nervously. The tiger was tall, but Caleb had a few inches on the boy scout, and Kameron had a few inches on Caleb. Both of them were beasts of men, bulging with strength and power, but Kam, that massive slab of zebra meat was clearly the largest of the bunch. He had almost half a foot on Joey and almost a hundred pounds. All muscle, all man. Both were dressed up to go out, Kam wearing a black leather coat while Cameron had a jean jacket over a tank top and his acid washed jeans.

“Nice to see you too man!” Kam shot them a beaming smile. “Hey, I know Terry is staying, but Joey, did you want to come with us to see that new movie, Marked for Death?”

“It’s supposed to be killer,” Caleb beamed. “We’re gunna head out and maybe do some mini golf after. Maybe hit the bars too. It’s gunna be a hell of a time. Wanna tag along?”

“Oh, I don’t really want to be too far in case Terry needs me,” Joey was blushing, embarrassed at the fact they knew, but with how casual the horses were talking about it, it made the tiger feel a little less exposed. “Raincheck on that?”

“I’ll hold you to it, but good on ya for being there for your man.” Caleb gripped Joey’s shoulder and gave him a friendly squeeze before side stepping. “If you want to hit us up at the mini golf place after the movie, it’s just at the mall. No pressure though.”

“Thanks, I’m sure we’ll be done by then and need to recover,” Joey squeezed Terry’s hand, the cougar was almost hiding behind his tiger husband, his tail curled around his hips.

“That’ll only be the first couple of hours though,” Kam cocked his head, his mane sticking up and stiff. “Well, if you change your mind, you’ll know where to find us.”

“Will do!” Joey sang at them as they side stepped down the hall and made for the stairs. As soon as they were out of the doorway, a silvery hand pushed it open again. Levi was standing there with a smile, a beer in hand.

“Oh, hi Levi,” Terry unfolded his ears and came forward.

“Sup, my guy! Ready to kick those needs to the curb?” Levi smirked. He was wearing a wife beater and some jeans, his fluffy paws exposed. The snow leopard turned to Joey and smiled. “You want to come in and watch?”

“I…” Joey blinked, his mouth agape.

“No pressure, not a trick question,” Levi kept it very casual. “We got the fridge stocked with beer to keep things light and easy if you wanted to crack one open with Roman while we go over the basics.”

“I don’t think we’re ready for that just yet,” Terry stepped forward, his hand still in Joey’s. “But I’m ready to get all this over with.” Terry gestured with his free hand around where his womb would sit.

“Okay, and you’re okay with this?” Levi asked Joey.

“Y-Yes,” the tiger perked up. “You do…whatever you need to…to get it done.”

“Alright boy scout,” Levi put his hand on the tiger’s shoulder. “We got protection, and we got protection for the protection. Your husband is in good hands.”

Despite Levi being shorter than the tiger, Joey felt like the snow leopard was a looming presence. What he was doing went against everything he had ever known, but he loved Terrance. Joey knew that more than anything. And looking into Levi’s eyes, he knew deep down, he could trust him with what was most precious to him.

“Okay,” Joey nodded. “I’ll be right across the hall if you need anything.”

“Of course,” Levi nodded and took Terry’s free hand. “Come on, cutie. Let’s get that heat taken care of.”

“Okay,” Terry looked back at his husband. “I’ll…see you soon.”

“Before you know it,” Joey nodded and kept his tears back and put on a brave face. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Terry smiled.

Their hands slipped out of the other’s and the door gently closed.

Terry was guided into the apartment. It was just like theirs, just mirrored. The paint was the same, the oak paneling was the same, even the floral wall paper was the same, but everything had been flipped. Terry felt it almost comically accurate that everything was the same, but backwards, like his entire life had been turned upside down. He took a sniff, expecting to smell the same cleaner they used, only to give a little wrinkle of his nose. There wasn’t anything in particular that smelled clean or dirty, but…there was a distinct hint of musk on top of cologne.

The cougar paused, the smell was oddly sweet and…tangy wasn’t quite the right word, but it tickled his brain in a way that left his mind a little fuzzy. He blinked, looking over the furniture, mostly broken in sofas and wood furniture that was ever so slightly brighter than the wood paneling on the walls. It was like it was meant to match, but the color was just different enough to notice. They ducked into the kitchen and Levi opened the fridge.

“Okay, we got light beer if that’s what you drink,” Levi started. “Just a little something to loosen you up.”

“I…I don’t drink beer,” Terry had his hands folded in front of himself as Levi presented their fully stocked fridge. Between the cases of beer were prepped meals in Tupperware for the body builders of the house.

“Well, we got rum and vodka in the freezer,” Levi went to flip the upper compartment open when Terry shook his head.

“Sorry, I just don’t drink much at all,” the cougar clarified. “I think the last time I drank was Christmas back at my parent’s place. I had a sip of my dad’s brandy and…well…I don’t think drinking is for me.”

“I can respect that,” Levi smiled. “But, I’m not much of a brandy guy myself. You like sweet stuff, right? You died for the strawberry banana protein blast at Jamba, why don’t I show you something else that’ll blow your mind.”

“I mean, if you think it’ll help. You’re the expert,” Terry shrugged. Levi smiled at that and whistled.

“Hey hot stuff! We need a bartender,” the snow leopard grabbed a couple bottles from the fridge and put them on the counter. One was a pitcher that one would make Cool-Aid in and the other was lime juice.

“Comin’ baby!” A deep voice rumbled from the other room. The apartment shook as the golden jaguar Roman swaggered into the kitchen. He was wearing jeans and a crewneck with the sleeves rolled up.

“H-Hi Roman,” Terry gave a shy wave at the big guy.

“Hey there cutie,” Roman gave the cougar a wink. “What we havin’ tonight?”

“Cosmo, maybe more on the sweet side,” the snow leopard gripped Roman by the belt and pulled him close, the jaguar purring deeply as their lips met for something soft and tender. Their lips parted, their tongues gently dancing before they broke away. “You think you can keep it light? Shorty over here is a light weight.”

“You got it babe,” Roman purred and grabbed a few things form a shelf, a mason jar of something clear, and a brown bottle that looked expensive, but it had an orange on it. He even grabbed a grapefruit from the fruit bowl and went to work.

“I…I don’t mean to impose,” Terry put his hands up.

“Dude, what did I say before? If we’re offering it’s not imposing. First rule about being in heat, you get whatever you want.”

“But…I mean…isn’t that a little unfair?”

“Not when what you want is what your partner wants,” Levi shrugged and drank his beer while Roman muddled the grapefruit in a glass cup. “Besides, you’re the one in pain, and we don’t leave a bro hanging when he’s in pain.”

“You got that right, babe,” Roman rumbled, turning around and shaking his concoction in a duo of glass cups. One was smaller than the other and he made a makeshift shaker out of the two. “Whoever is in heat, gets the royal treatment.”

The massive jaguar’s muscles flexed in his arms as he shook, his pecs lightly pushing his sweater down to reveal a bit of his cleavage and chest hair. His pecs bounced as he shook the drink and then grabbed a cup from the freezer. It was a simple glass cup, and when he placed it on the table, it frosted over with condensation. He then cracked the two cups part just enough to let the pink liquid pour into the cup.

“There you go, Sweetheart,” Levi purred. “Just try a sip; if you don’t like it, Roman likes his sweet stuff.”

“Don’t you know it,” the jaguar gave a light purr and a soft, lusty growl as he dumped the ice and glasses into their sink.

Terry was getting flustered with how much affection they were showing out in the open, so he decided to simply take a sip of the drink. The cougar’s eyes went wide as his ears flipped up, his tail lashed out behind him as the sweet citrus zing on his tongue. He let the sip slip down his throat and it bloomed with a flowery aroma.

“Is…is there…oh there is alcohol in this,” Terry coughed a bit as he breathed out. He didn’t taste it until he exhaled, but even then it was faint. How was it possible? He furrowed his brow and took a big gulp.

“Woah there, Sweetheart,” Levi gently took the glass from the cougar. “If you’re not used to it, it’ll hit you like a mule. Here, got to get the taste of beer out of my mouth anyway.” The snow leopard took a good sip, sloshed it in his mouth and swallowed. He let out a satisfied sigh as he set the glass down. “Damn, does my man know how to make a nice drink, or what?”

“What was that?” Terry asked, stepping forward to grab it again, but then he felt a buzz rush through him. He stumbled and Levi caught him in his arms.

“Woah there, like I said, it’s strong, pace yourself. It’s just to help loosen you up for the real thing.”

“Oh…Okay,” Terry blinked as he looked up into Levi’s golden eyes.

“Damn, you are a cutie, aren’t you?” Levi purred, his one hand coming up to brush the cougar’s cheek. Terry gave a light purr, his tail flicking behind him as his loins warmed.

“I feel a little warm…” Terry murred.

“Yeah, I think we have a flyweight,” Levi smirked. “I think that’s enough drink for you. Do you feel nice and light?”

“Y-Yeah,” Terry nodded, his body buzzing with a different kind of warmth. He gave a little wince as he felt a slight cramp, but the hot flash passed quickly. “I think so. My cramps aren’t as bad.”

“They’re probably just dulled by the booz. Good thing I stopped you. Come on, let’s get a little more comfortable.” Levi guided the tipsy cougar out into the living room and sat them both down on the couch.

“Okay…I feel a little better now,” Terry smiled. “So…where do we start?”

“How about we start with the sweater,” Levi instructed.

“Um…sure,” Terry gripped the bottom of his sweater and paused just before the hem revealed his under shirt.

“You okay, Hun?” Levi asked.

“Yeah, I just…I’ve only ever been undressed with my husband before so…this is a little much.”

“If you want, we can start with the pants and work from there. No need to take off your sweater if you don’t want to.”

“O-Okay,” Terry nodded and left his sweater on, and instead undid his belt and unzipped his pants, and paused again. “I…I don’t know if I can do it myself.”

“You want me to help, or do you need some privacy?” Levi asked.

“I…I don’t know,” Terry blushed, his voice going higher.

“How about this, we can get some music going to help distract you,” Levi turned and clicked a button on a boom box. “There’s always room for Britney in the mix, maybe some Ace of Base if we run out of toons on this disk.”

Instantly, the famous slutty singer’s voice came over the speakers, filling the room with unfamiliar music.

“I…I don’t’ know if this is going to help,” Terry said. “But…could you…um…turn out the lights?”

“Sure, Hun,” Levi smiled and leaned towards the lamp on the end table. “Whatever makes you more comfortable.”

With that, he clicked the light off. The room was shrouded in shadows, only the light from the kitchen casting silhouettes into the darkness. Somehow, Terry felt better and he let his pants slink down past his thighs. Then the sound of his jeans hitting the floor and his belt jingling around his ankles.

“Okay, they’re off,” Terry breathed out as though he had just lifted a hundred pound weight.

“Underwear too, or is that still on?”

“It’s…still on…does that come off too?”

“Usually,” Levi’s silhouette instructed from the dark. “They can stay on for now, but I have a question.”

“Okay,” Terry blinked, his body stiff on the couch.

“Now, this might be a silly question, but have you ever masturbated before?”

“Oh…um…maybe?” Terry felt a blush burning on his face and was happy that Levi couldn’t see.

“So that’s a no,” Levi had a little huff of a laugh in his words, but he calmed down and continued. “Okay, so that kind of tells me most of what I need to know, but I’m going to ask you this next question and be honest. Do you feel comfortable enough with me touching you?”

“I…I think so?”

“I need a yes or a no,” Levi’s voice was soft and even. “’Maybe’ isn’t consent.”

“Then…yes, yes I’m ready,” Terry responded.

“Okay, I’m going to touch you now. Let me know if you need me to stop at any point.”

It was slow going at first, Levi needed to find the hem of Terry’s boxers, and then slip his hand under the elastic. Terry took a sharp intake of breath and tensed up.

“Relax, it’s just me,” Levi said, unmoving. “Let me know when you’re ready.” Levi was very slow and gentle, just the way Joey would be. That thought crossed Terry’s mind and he relaxed.

“Okay…I think I’m ready,” Terry nodded.

“Okay, Sweetheart, let’s keep moving then,” Levi’s hand slipped further and that caused Terry to giggle.

“OH, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Terry blushed.

“It’s okay,” Levi chuckled. “You can laugh, you can giggle, you can even snort if you need to.”

“I…I didn’t know…Um…but isn’t this a serious thing?” Terry asked.

“It’s whatever you want it to be, baby,” Levi purred the words into Terry’s ears. “You ready for the real thing?”

“I…I think so,” Terry whispered.

“That wasn’t a yes or no, we can wait,” Levi paused, unmoving, his fingertips just below the hem of those boxers. He was a hare’s breath away from reaching the little bundle of pubic fur above that pussy and Terry knew it.

“Okay, okay, I’m ready,” Terry nodded.

“Good,” Levi purred, his fingers slipping down, his tender fingertips slipping over the cougar’s little bush before it found that hood. Terry gave a little gasp as those fingers slipped over that little nub, his body tensing as his legs instinctively pulled together.

“Ah, it’s so sensitive,” Terry wined.

“I know, baby, I know,” Levi purred softly. “Just let your bro give you a helping hand. Relax your legs when you’re ready, okay?”

Terry was frozen, unmoving for the longest time, until he shakily spread his legs for the snow leopard.

“There ya go, dude,” Levi murred, his fingers slipping further down to gently pet that pussy. His fingers fumbled on the first stroke, but then he slipped up and adjusted, his hot breath purring over the cougar’s ear as he stroked over that mound. “We’ll take it nice and slow. Just let me know when you need me to stop.”

“I…Oh my goodness…what are you doing?”

“Do you want me to stop?” Levi asked, his finger’s pausing.

“I…I don’t think I want you to stop…” Terry knew what he said wasn’t consent so he gulped and breathed. “Don’t…Don’t stop…keep going…I think…I think it feels…mmmmm…”

“There it is,” Levi cooed his hot breath into the cougar as his fingers started to find and play with the most sensitive bits of those folds, peeling back that hood as that little bullet pulsed forward to reveal itself. “How does that feel? Good?”

“Oh goodness…oh Gooodness…”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Levi purred. “Oh wow,” the snow leopard paused.

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