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Chapter 8 - 3rd Base

“WHAT?! What do you mean you want to take a break?! I love you, Oscar! I thought you loved me…”

Suzie’s shrill voice pierced through Oscar’s earbuds, causing him to wince as he rested on his king-size, propped up by a pillow.

“Geeez Suzie, it’s nothing personal. I just need some time to figure things out, especially now that we’re further apart from each other.”

Oscar bit his lower lip. He knew that wasn’t the primary reason for this conversation; a conversation he’d dreaded having, but pushed forward with anyways. Since Suzie’s last visit, Oscar couldn’t help but think about their relationship and whether it was right for him, especially after having met Xio, and realising that he may have a bit of a crush on the wolf boy. Okay, a lot of a crush. He didn’t think it was right to do this entirely behind Suzie’s back; not that he’d admit any of this to her, though. That was too much for Oscar to bear.

“After all I’ve done for you, all the homework I’ve helped you with! You can be a real arsehole sometimes, Oscar,” followed by a solid tone indicating the end of the call.

Oscar breathed out, shuddering. His entire body shook in anxiety at the entire conversation, wondering whether he’d made the right move. He pulled out the earbuds, discarded them on his desk, and stretched his entire body upwards. He felt his back click into place, letting out a relieved sigh. “Fuckin’ girls…” he mumbled to himself, throwing on a white singlet vest and stepping into some Lehvee branded sports shorts.

The onyx cat performed some basic lunge and hamstring stretches, making sure his legs were nice and warmed up, star-jumping for a bit in his brand new bedroom before sprinting downstairs to an eerily quiet bottom floor.

He filled up his water bottle, pocketed his wallet and stepped outside. The sound of building works - notably concrete drills pierced into his delicate ears. Groaning, he picked up the pace, jogging along the beautifully-smooth tarmac pavement out of the new estate. He was glad to be out of “legoland” - a term coined by him because a lot of the newbuild houses looked like carbon copies of each other.

Oscar jogged in the road of a rural lane, merely metres from the new estate. The junction had been rebuilt into a small roundabout, with different coloured plants twinkling in the morning sunshine. Oscar breathed in deep; even just outside of the new builds, he could smell the freshness of the air in the hamlet. That, and the combination of the warming sun, felt like heaven as he jogged on. He felt really excited to see Xio - after the messages they’d exchanged in the morning, Oscar felt like he owed Xio a surprise birthday visit.

RING RING!!! Came the incessant ringtone of his brand new temporary Flopkia, zipped in his left pocket. “Fuck sake!” Grumbled Oscar, who’d just found his groove. Panting, he paused and stepped into the bushes that lined the side of the lane. He saw it was Xio, and immediately a wide grin stretched across his muzzle, his whiskers twitching.

“Hey, can you hear me?” came the wolf’s cute voice, which over the phone almost sounded like it hadn’t even broken yet. Oscar’s heart jumped a beat, and found his cheeks burning.

“Oh hey Xio! I was actually just joggin’ my way down to ya,” he admitted in-between bated breaths. Man, I’m outta shape, thought the cat. This house move has really wrecked my routine.

“Oh really? Aw! That’s okay, stuff at home’s really, uh, weird… so I was wondering if I could actually come to yours?” asked the wolf.

Oscar sighed quietly to himself; he’d been looking forward to the jog, especially with how pleasantly warm it was. “Oh yeah, okay, mind if we meet at the village square? I’d like to get you something from the shop,” offered the black cat.

Oscar could hear Xio giggle quietly to himself over the phone, and he felt his heart flutter a bit, and his crotch even stirred slightly. Fuck, he’s so cute…

“Oh you really don’t have to! But we can meet there. I’m actually nearly there,” replied Xio breathily. Oscar could make out the wind noise and worked the wolf out to be on his bicycle.

Oscar smiled to himself, and idly scratched his balls. “Yeah okay. I’ll be maybe 10 minutes? Depends on traffic. See ya soon.”

Disconnecting the line and shoving his phone away, he jogged on the spot for a moment to warm himself up. Something else was warming up in his Lacvin Kline hipster trunks. “Oh, go away!” he complained to himself, picking up the pace and resuming his journey - but his erection became persistent. Despite his species-inspired small size, it poked outward considerably, causing Oscar to grumble and constantly readjust as he found his kitty cock bouncing and rubbing profusely against his undies with each stride, creating a sticky, musky mess that pulled his attention away from his surroundings. He stank, and worried that Xio would be able to pick up on it.

His erection only receded towards the last leg of the journey; an intense uphill jog, which pulled every drop of his blood to his legs and footpaws, arriving at the store a sweaty, panting mess. Barely having the energy to look up, his vision softened by the moisture on his face, he could just about make out Xio’s bike resting against the shop’s bricked side.

Oscar composed himself, raising an arm to sniff underneath. Yeesh. Anyone would’ve thought I hadn’t showered today. He hoped Xio wouldn’t notice, or care too much.

His tail whipped about and he organised his sweaty headfur to look somewhat presentable, before nervously stepping inside the local corner shop. A dingaling rang loudly in his ears as the door swung open, the noise repeating itself as the door shut behind him.

“Good morning!” Bellowed the voice of the white tiger, eagerly standing behind the till. Oscar could see Xio standing there, adjacent to the burly tiger. The wolf turned around, and his face immediately lit up, practically sprinting to the cat, giving him a tight squeeze.

“Oscar!” Xio whined, as if he’d been gone for months! The wolf was squeezing with such force that Oscar could just about wheeze out “happy to see you too, Xio!”

Xio craned his head around, and Oscar caught a little wink from the white tiger. Confused, Xio let go of the cat, his nose wrinkled as his head tilted up to look at the taller housecat, his hazel eyes opening wide, though he didn’t say anything. Oscar blushed, rubbing the back of his sodden head. “Sorry, it’s really warm out today…”

“No, I think you smell great!” Blurted Xio. Oscar nervously scratched the back of his head at the remark, his eyes darting between Xio and the white tiger, who was chuckling behind his paw. Xio noticed both of their reactions and gasped, clasping his muzzle.

“Oop, sorry!... maybe that was a bit much.” He hung his head low, and Oscar just smiled. “It’s okay Xio, don’t worry. C’mon, let me buy you a treat before we leave. It’s your birthday after all!” Oscar grinned, tentatively reaching a paw out and rustling Xio’s headfur. By comparison, Xio’s head fluff felt soft, fresh, and inviting, and the tussle revealed Xio’s scent, mixed in with the brand of his shampoo. Oscar’s nose subtly snuffled it up.

Oscar browsed the aisles. For a small shop, they’ve really crammed all the essentials in. Wonder how far the nearest supermarket is? Thought the cat, who picked out a Flake chocolate bar for Xio, and an energy drink for himself. Approaching the till, he smiled awkwardly at the tiger.

“Nice t’see ya again Oscar. How’s the new house treatin’ ya? Not had locals tear it down yet?” chuckled the tiger.

Oscar had met Andy when his family had first moved into the area. He’d begged his parents to pull over for a drink - his throat had been parched for hours, and the card machine there had declined his card. Andy had let him have the drink, completely for free! Who does that nowadays? Thought the cat. He smiled at the tiger, opening his wallet and handing him a fiver.

“Good choice. Cash is king,” Andy chuckled, producing more change than Oscar was expecting. His frame and neck craned forward, as if to whisper to the cat. To his surprise, that’s exactly what he did. “I don’t charge Xio. He helps out a lot - so keep the change.” Winking at the cat. Oscar squirmed, half in discomfort, half in anticipation, forcing a little smile.

“Here ya go. Not much of a present, but, happy birthday Xio,” Oscar smiled. “I uh… Actually have a better gift to give you at my place, but I’m not sure you’ll like it,” he hummed. Wow. Looking to get him drunk already, huh? You’re a right creep.

Xio squee’d, jumping up and down in place as he accepted the Flake. “This is the first time a friend has ever given me a present. Thank you!” Hastily unwrapping the sweet treat and practically inhaling it, leaving a slight chocolatey mess on his face. With his height and his childish demeanour, anyone looking by could’ve confused him as having his 13th birthday. For some reason, this thought made Oscar’s heart flutter; the fact that the wolf boy was so utterly innocent and hopeless made him way, way more attractive, and Oscar wasn’t sure how he felt about that. Xio was practically the opposite of Suzie!

Despite having brought his bicycle, Xio opted to walk back with Oscar, the two engaging precious minutes of chit-chat. Oscar had shown Xio his “replacement” phone, which made Xio giggle. “Wow, my phone’s got more features than yours now!” the wolf boy had smirked, earning a playful elbow-to-the-rib from the housecat. Xio had explained what had happened earlier that morning, and Oscar was utterly gobsmacked; his jaw hung open in utter contempt at what he heard. Fuck his parents! He thought, actually feeling angry and upset about Xio’s situation.

“Have you thought that your parents might just be cunts?” Blurted Oscar. Xio was midway defending and justifying why his mum did what she did. Xio flinched at that word, sidelining the cat with a look of judgement and disgust, though eased up once he was able to see the seriousness in Oscar’s eyes. Xio’s shoulders, and indeed expression, fell and hung heavy as they walked on. “I just don’t get it, Oscar… I do everything I’m asked to do, and some. I have one close brush with death, and all of a sudden, they treat me like some kind of prisoner. Just being able to access Pawbook and speak to you is considered a privilege to them. Why do they insist on treating me like I’m barely in my double digits?”

Oscar could see Xio was tearing up. Oh shit. He’s about to cry again! Do NOT repeat the mistake from before. You’ll blow your friendship, and everything else that could come! The cat froze, stuck, unsure of what to do. He took in a shaky breath. He felt as if he was stuck between a rock, and a hard place. Fuck it. Fuck anyone who judges me.

In one fell swoop, he shuffled Xio out of the road into a little clearing, and wrapped both arms around him right there, in full view of anyone coming past. Xio’s sniffles turned into light sobs; hiding and gripping desperately at Oscar’s t-shirt. The cat could feel Xio’s warm muzzle pressing right up and dampening the cat’s singlet, having already been damp with sweat.

After what felt like forever but was more like 90 seconds, Xio had calmed down to sniffles, letting go. He stepped back and looked up, his face tear-stricken, and smiled slightly, offering a paw.

Oscar’s eyes flashed wide open at the offer presented to him. So many feelings bubbled to the surface, and he looked around, almost worried, scared, that his father, mother, or brother were nearby, ready to watch as he held hands with another boy.

Xio looked hurt as he watched the cat boy look around, but held his paw there for an extra moment; an extra moment that made all the difference as Oscar quickly and tightly accepted the paw, his thick digits intermingling with Xio’s littler ones. His heart fluttered and adrenaline coursed through his veins; this, mixed with a deep pang of guilt and dread filled and overwhelmed his entire body, sucking away any kind of enjoyment he could have felt from this moment. Only this morning did you tell Suzie about having a break. Shame on you.

Xio was watching Oscar closely, clutching his chunkier paw like it was the last time he’d ever hold it. “So um… I saw you have, like, a girlfriend? On Pawbook?” came the question Oscar was fearing would come. He gulped - and finally, the new estate came into view. Oscar hesitated answering the question for a moment, but he could feel Xio’s stare piercing into his face, spotting the glare just out of the corner of his eyes.

“It’s complicated,” sighed Oscar, who picked up the pace. If he was going to be caught anywhere, it would be here. Xio was practically being dragged along, as he nosily looked around, having only been there once. “Heeey Oscar, I can’t keep up, I’m only short!” he chuckled nervously, being practically pulled across the roundabout crossing, gripping his bicycle and dragging it along.

“Heh, sorry. Guess I’m just nervous. I’m not even out yet,” he pointed out, and as he did so, Xio’s paw retreated back to his bicycle.

“Oh yeah, I kinda forgot about that. Sorry,” mumbled the wolf. Oscar smiled and shrugged, guiding Xio and his bike down the back alley leading to their landscaped, small garden.

“Just dump your bike wherever,” Oscar said. Xio neatly rested it next to the brand new wooden shed, following Oscar through the mezzanine back door.

Oscar sighed; familiarity at last. Except it was a brand new familiarity. He was still getting used to the new, intricate smells of a new build. Sometimes the stench of the plastics gave the cat a headache! He shut the back door after Xio came in, and locked it shut. Simultaneously, he opened the kitchen window as wide as it could, breathing in the fresh air wafting in.

“Heh, you probably won’t need to do that in this village. Must be quite an adjustment for you, moving here,” Xio remarked with a smile, standing in the kitchen. He looked lost, unsure of where to go, his tail wiggling about as the wolf looked inquisitively around his surroundings.

Oscar’s ears perked, and his face relaxed into a deep, happy smile. Wow. I feel so… Comfortable. So chilled out. Is this what love feels like? What am I thinking? This isn’t love. This is pure, pervy lust.

Just watching Xio nosing around the surroundings was causing Oscar to blush slightly, only to realise he’d just blanked Xio’s comment. “Oh uh yeah, habit I s’pose,” he mumbled, before a brain wave hit him. “Oh wait! Your present! I actually got these as a birthday gift myself, but I didn’t really want to drink all of them by myself. I’ve been saving them for an occasion,” he began, as he dropped to his knees to look underneath the kitchen table, which still had stacks of unpacked boxes.

Xio dropped himself down to Oscar’s level and curiously snuffled the boxes. Oscar smirked slightly and could tell Xio was picking up their old house’s scent, making eye contact with the wolf, causing Xio to blush slightly and look away briefly. “Drink them?” Xio perked up, wondering just what Oscar had in mind.

The cat in question grunted and strained, pulling up what looked like a hefty cardboard box that jingled and jangled, the sound of bottles clattering against each other. He exposed one of his sharp claws and made swift work of the sellotape, opening it up. He pulled out a bottle and handed it to Xio.

The bottle in question was a 1L bottle of Basspool’s cider; more specifically, one of their most expensive bottles, brewed to 9.3% strength, which was easily twice the strength of most ciders. Xio’s face furrowed into a little frown. “You’re allowed to drink this?” he asked, and Oscar shook his head in disbelief.

“Yeah I’m allowed this, as is literally every teenager in the world!” He pointed out, exaggerating with his arms. The craziness of Xio’s living situation made the cat chuckle slightly in disbelief. “So you’ve never ever drank?”

Xio shook his head, but then paused. “Well, actually, there was this one time a couple of years back. Dad invited me to a work-do and he let me have a cider with my meal. He’d said it was the only thing they served I might like. And I did like it! Is this cider? It looks like cider,” he mused, twisting the bottle around to read the label.

Oscar nodded in excitement. “Yeah it’s cider! And it’s one of my presents to you, if you want it,” smiled the cat. He retrieved an identical bottle from the box and kept it to himself, skillfully popping it open with a claw. “It’s nice, just on its own, but this is a special occasion!”

Xio tilted his head, his ears twizzling slightly. “Won’t that make me drunk or something? I’ve never been drunk before,” he replied, a twinge of nervousness in his voice, his face flushed. He’s never been drunk? I gotta be careful with what I give him, then. Maybe a small icy glass to start with, thought the cat, who simply responded, “Nah, not if you’re careful. Besides, I’ll whip us up something to eat with it. My parents should be out all day today. Them and my stupid brother are out at some football tournament, and it usually runs really late. Which means we have the whole place to ourselves!” The cat grinned, and came behind Xio, wrapping his arms and body around Xio’s lithe frame.

Xio relaxed contently in the cat’s comfort, his knees buckling slightly. His face grew red at what he’d said in the store earlier, picking up the cat’s musk again - stronger this time. “Sorry if my comment earlier was weird… I’ve never had a friend before, I don’t really know what’s normal, what’s not. I’m only starting to realise just how messed up my life is.”

Oscar sighed, and smiled warmly to himself, giving Xio a little nuzzle along the top of his head. “It’s okay, it’s actually quite sweet. Suzie hates anything that isn’t squeaky clean, so to be complimented on my scent is kinda a nice thing. Umm, can I make you some lunch? What do you normally eat?”

–

Twenty minutes had passed. They’d both poured themselves a cider (and in Xio’s case a small, heavily iced one). Much to Oscar’s relief, Xio appreciated the complex flavours in the cider, remarking about ‘how much nicer’ it was than the other time he’d had cider. They’d both wharfed down a bacon and egg bap each. Xio instinctively started to tidy up and wash up, to which Oscar immediately interrupted. “Uh-uh, birthday boy. Also it’s custom for the guest to not do anything. The host is meant to do everything. Have you really never been a guest in anyone’s house before?” Quizzed Oscar, who still couldn’t quite believe the life Xio had been stuck in.

Xio blushed, whined, and shook his head, his ears wilting in shame. Oscar’s head tilted, his ears also wilting. He’s so fucking adorable. I just want to cuddle and comfort him! Maybe later, if I’m lucky.

By now, Oscar was three-quarters of a cider in. His tolerance was clearly much higher than Xio’s, who’d finished his first 300ml icy glass, and looked considerably tipsier, but still definitely with it. I don’t want to date rape him, came the first thought to the cat’s mind, who shook his head, trying to rid of any lewd thoughts. It didn’t work.

“Wanna play some video games? I’ve got my Pawstation 5 finally set up in my bedroom,” offered Oscar, who picked up both of their drinks. Xio grinned and nodded. “You’ve got the 5?! Why didn’t you say earlier! What games do you have?!” he asked, all wide-eyed and grinning, tail wagging frantically. Oscar giggled slightly at the sight, leading the way up the plush stairs. “Oh, y’know, pretty much every game since launch! I worked as a paperboy until last year, so I had a lotta spare cash to fling around.”

He opened the door to his bedroom. Xio gasped and looked around and was immediately taken back by just how spacious it was, and how clean the air smelled - although his nose twitched as he picked up the cat’s scent, he could tell it hadn’t been lived in for long. Various posters adorned the room, most notably heavy metal bands such as Metallica and Opeth, but there was also a poster for Muse and also Coldplay.

“You like music huh?” asked Xio, who was standing there, gawping at the size of his bed. Compared to his own, it was huge! Potentially even bigger than his parent’s, though he quickly minimised that thought out of his brain.

Oscar smiled, and nodded slowly in reply. “Yup. I’m a big music fan.” He pointed to a corner of the room, which featured an oak-looking acoustic guitar sitting on a fancy looking forked display. The guitar looked to be in good condition. Xio rushed over to inspect it, picking the keys randomly on the standing guitar.

“I’m guessing you don’t play?” Oscar asked, hearing the noise. Xio confirmed, his ears sinking a bit. “I’d love to learn some day with a guitar of my own. Maybe you could help me with that?” he asked. Oscar couldn’t help but smile, and came over, taking the guitar off of the stand, and clipping the strap on, resting it over his shoulders. He began to strum a very simple, but pleasant-sounding tune, and Xio sat on the edge of the bed, closing his eyes.

Oscar sat right next to him, his larger shoulder dwarfing Xio’s lithe figure, brushing up to the wolf. Oscar felt the gentle weight of the wolf leaning into him, his eyes still closed. “Mmmm… this is the most relaxed I’ve felt in a long time,” he hummed, his whole body slumping against the cat. Oscar set the guitar gently on the bed, and placed his spare arm behind the wolf, gently scritching up his t-shirt and stroking the lusciously soft fur, when he felt something akin to a scar.

“Are these from the accident last year?” he asked, and Xio nodded softly, not saying a word, just looking up into Oscar’s piercingly lemon eyes. Oscar reciprocated, staring directly into Xio’s pine eyes, picking his guitar back up, strumming something easy and calming.

“Your drink’s getting warm,” Oscar pointed out, and reached out to the desk to grab it. Xio downed the rest of it; it was mostly diluted with melted ice by this time. Oscar motioned in a questioning manner to refill Xio’s glass, and Xio gave a gentle nod, so Oscar filled it right up, and Xio gently sipped away, listening to the guitar.

“What’s your favourite thing to play?” Asked the wolf, sitting cross-legged on the bed, sipping his drink. The sight of him made Oscar choke up a little. The cat in question took a long swig to finish off his bottle and grinned, playing Smoke on the Water by Deep Purple. “This would sound SO much better on an electric, but I busted mine last year,” he chuckled, trying his best to strum as powerfully as he could, making Xio giggle. He had nearly spilled his drink, manoeuvring to hold it with both paws, before taking a lengthy swig. “Mmmm… this is kiiinda like spiced apple juice,” murmured Xio, who looked at Oscar with a jaded smile.

Oscar lightly patted Xio on the back. “How’s it feeling? Not too strong I hope?” he asked, setting his guitar back on the stand, just smiling and observing the wolf boy. The wolf boy in question took another long sip, handing the glass back to Oscar. “It feels nice, like I’m weirdly calm.”

After setting their drinks aside, Oscar came to lay on the bed. Xio’s expression looked slightly lidded over, but still seemed with it, as he shuffled up to cuddle Oscar’s side with more intent, both skimpy arms wrapping around Oscar’s chunky middle. Oscar’s face pinkened like a rose at the sudden affection, but laid back towards the headrest, tugging Xio up with him, who simply smiled. His body vibrated lightly as a murr emanated from the little wolf, who clung to Oscar comfily.

Oscar wasn’t sure how much time had passed. All he could think about was how warm the wolf felt, and how clean he smelled. Of course, Xio had a unique scent; it was akin to vanilla, mixed in with the spice of his parents’ cottage. The cat found his nose buried in Xio’s head, sniffing in and drinking his natural musk. The smell of it intoxicated the housecat, who found his loins stirring before long. Xio almost looked asleep; completely relaxed, lying limply next to the cat.

“Ya still awake?” whispered Oscar quietly, to which Xio nodded. “Just happy to be here with my best friend,” he murmured, shifting down slightly so that his head was resting directly on Oscar’s chest, one arm snaking under the cat’s back, the other limply and innocently resting on the kitty’s lower torso - just above his crotch. Oscar gulped. His paw is just inches away from your concealed boner. Don’t move; it might freak him out.

“I can smell something odd,” Xio commented, looking up with a slight smirk. Oscar quickly looked away in embarrassment. “Sorry heh, uh… it’s just we’re close, and you’re adorable.” Why did you just say that?

Xio sat up, propping his muzzle on his elbow as he looked directly into Oscar’s eyes. “I’m… adorable?” questioned the wolf, who looked lost in thought for a moment, his eyes moving to look at Oscar’s crotch. The cat in question immediately covered what was a very subtle bulge, and Xio stifled a giggle.

“Hey! It’s not funny,” whined the cat, whose face was akin to a tomato. The wolf looked back at the cat, who was now looking away.

“Can I see?”

The question hit Oscar like a tonne of unexpected bricks. Oscar seemed too gobsmacked to say anything; he kept his stare directly out of the window, away from Xio. Well don’t just ignore him! Say something, idiot!

Oscar shrugged nonchalantly, although he felt nauseatingly anxious. He’d never ever felt this way before. “Um, okay, if you’re sure. But let me undress properly, okay?”

Xio nodded lightly and sat up properly to take another glug of cider. Oscar felt it odd how forward Xio was being, especially considering his innocence. Well, he has grown up without any sense of boundaries with this sort of thing. It’s probably normal for him to be so curious.

Whilst Xio was sipping, he didn’t once take his hazel eyes off of the cat, even as he carefully set the nearly empty glass back down on the desk. Oscar shyly shifted his sporty shorts down to reveal his branded hipsters, with a renewed, stubby erection pressing firmly against the dark, multi-stained front.

Xio’s nostrils flared more now and a little smile flashed across his face. “Woah, that smells strong.”

Oscar sniffed and noticed that Xio’s musk was stronger too, his eyes flicking down to Xio’s shorts, which he saw were bulging a lot more than the cat’s undies. In that moment, a sense of inadequacy coursed through his brain. Even innocent McGee has a bigger dick than you. Pretty pathetic.

Xio didn’t seem to mind the looks, just keeping his gaze on Oscar. The cat noticed Xio couldn’t decide whether to look at Oscar’s face, or his crotch. He’s waiting for you. You’re meant to be the experienced one here. The housecat gulped and gingerly hooked both paws around his waistband and tugged them down, just under his balls, to reveal his crotch.

“Woah,” gasped the wolf. “I’ve never ever seen anyone else’s, or any other species’! It looks so… different,” commenting like he was dissecting something for a biology class. Oscar squirmed uncomfortably as his little, stubby length twitched in response. Part of him loved the attention and even the indirect humiliation as Xio was watching closely, a bead of precum sitting on the little tip.

Oscar’s heart was practically pounding in his muzzle. He felt almost love drunk as he brought himself to his knees, now hovering over the wolf, who looked up lustfully at the cat. Oscar’s paws were shaking as they rested on the hem of Xio’s shorts, waiting for confirmation. Xio nodded and blushed brightly, but smiled, not breaking eye contact with the cat as a short tug later, Xio’s boyish, slightly pee-stained briefs came into view.

And oh boy, what a view it was.

Off-white, non-branded briefs that looked like they were for a tween barely contained what was clearly a straining wolf-dick below, around the slightly yellowed patch. The concealed member looked to be at least twice the size of Oscar’s, maybe pushing 6 inches, even with the knot still hidden away.

Oscar noted the very sticky front; damper than his own. In fact, Oscar could see how much precum the wolf was making in real time as the stain surreptitiously spread, the same little wolf that was squirming slightly under him, chewing on a paw. He looks really nervous, maybe even more nervous than you. Take your time… damn, he must be horny. He’s making a fuck-tonne of pre!

“Fuck, you’re hot,” escaped the gasping words out of Oscar’s muzzle. Xio whined and curled slightly, hiding his face entirely behind his paws. Now you’ve done it, creep.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I just… wow, you’re stunning. I didn’t mean to creep you out.” Oscar’s voice twanged with guilt as Xio slowly moved his paws away.

“Y-you’re not creepy! S-sorry, I’ve never done anything l-like this. This is my first time, ever…”

Oscar paused and raised an eyebrow. “First time with like, everything? Even cumming?” he asked. He had a suspicion, and it would explain the amount of precum Xio was making. His nostrils flared, and he could smell Xio’s precum, which smelled delicate, and immature.

The wolf boy simply gave a nod in response, his eyes making their way back to the cat’s. Oscar let out a quiet, involuntary moan, his member leaking directly atop of Xio’s. Holy shit. I’m actually going to cum if I’m not careful. Speaking of careful, if it’s his first time, I better be careful.

The two had positioned themselves to sit against the headboard, side by side, both of them in a similar state of undress; both gazing into each other’s eyes, both of them relentlessly leaking pre and stinking up the entire room with their scents intermingling.

Xio was the first to speak. “I-I umm… Had this dream about how I was gonna do something really nice. You were naked, and I felt really funny, like, horny.”

Oscar gasped. “Wait, for real? I dreamt about you too! I didn’t mention it because I didn’t wanna creep you out or anything. I’ve been kinda worried about that.”

Xio smiled warmly, and his paw drifted to Oscar’s, giving it a gentle, loving squeeze. “Thanks. It’s nice that you’re considerate. But I feel comfortable, and I don’t think you’re creepy. There’s something in me that really wants this, too, and I can kinda see you want it… but um, I don’t really know where to begin.”

Oscar was completely taken back. He just spelt it out, in pure English, that he wants this.

The cat knelt upright and shuffled to the wolf boy, now towering over him. The cat gently took both of the small wolf’s paws into his own, enveloping them completely. “Do you trust me?” he asked quietly.

Xio simply nodded gingerly, looking up nervously at Oscar.

“Then close your eyes, and let me show you how good I can make you feel.”

Xio obeyed, closing his eyes. His little body trembled slightly in anticipation. That was until Oscar’s muzzle met with Xio’s. Xio froze slightly, not really knowing what to do, but Oscar persisted until Xio’s jaw naturally slackened, their lips sealing with each other, their muzzles intertwining and their saliva combining.

Globules of precum dripped down all over Xio’s lower torso as the house cat held the kiss, being gentle, guiding and nurturing, a paw moving to rest on Xio’s heavily-beating chest. Xio began to pant hornily as Oscar slowly retreated his muzzle, the wolf boy looking up at the cat needily as his crotch involuntarily buckled upwards.

“W-woah.. I feel so… electric…” Xio gasped, barely able to hold his breath steady. Oscar knelt back slightly, and his plush paw tentatively drifted forward to rest around the midsection of Xio’s length, which dripped and flexed hungrily in response. Xio thrusted forward slightly, giving a blushy nod, and Oscar gently enveloped the appendage, his leathery pads massaging the tender length slowly, gently and caringly, slickened by their shared fluids.

Xio moaned loudly, his fur standing on end. He could feel something building inside. It felt like the need to pee was rising, only he felt it in his groin, and it was fiery. He gasped, looking up at Oscar, his face flashed with worry. “A-am I gonna pee myself? I-I really don-”

He was cut off as Oscar’s free paw gently pressed against Oscar’s lips. “It’s okay… it feels like that, but I promise you, it’ll be okay.” Pushed on by Xio’s words, he knew exactly what this meant, licking his lips and tugging his paw down, right to the boy’s concealed knot. Even just touching Xio’s knot caused the wolf boy to gasp in surprise, his body writhing slightly.

“Oscar, I’m gonna, gonnaaaa-mmmmfffffuuuuhhhnh!” yelped the wolf as his entire body spasmed and rocked. His cock flexed and pulsated, squirting thick ropes of wolf seed, humping desperately up against the cat’s paw, the sperm caking Oscar’s wrist and his own tummy area. Oscar lost count of how many strings of the wolf’s cum covered them after the first five, the fluid completely soaking his paw and the wolf boy’s bright red rocket.

Oscar moaned at the sight, his own left paw moving down to stroke his own drippy, conical cat dick, rapidly pumping himself. Only mere seconds later was the cat humping against his own paw, mewling loudly in climatic pleasure, whole body arched upwards as sticky stripes of sperm splattered soggily, soaking the wolf’s sodden crotch.

Both of them slumped together on the bed, hearts thumping rapidly in the throes of afterglow. Oscar tentatively reached a paw forward onto the pool of cum resting indignantly on Xio’s pelvic area. Xio watched curiously, and then winced slightly as the cat blushed, bringing the paw shamelessly to his lips to taste their combined cum. You’re so gross…

“Ewwww,” Xio remarked, but Oscar could see his expression lighten, as he mirrored what the cat had just done, his face screwing up as he did so. He stuck his tongue out. “Mmm,I’ve tasted better.”

After clearing both of them up, Oscar discarded the sticky wipes and flopped down on the bed, next to Xio. “It’s only fair I tell you that Suzie and I are on a break. Truth be told…” A heavy sigh escaped from Oscar’s lips as he turned his head to face Xio opposite, both of them resting on opposite sides.

“...I might be gay. Or just not straight. I don’t know!” Oscar added, gesticulating excessively which made Xio giggle, who still looked half-lidded from the orgasm, or the cider, or both.

Xio smiled a bit. “Well, if it helps, I don’t even know what I am. I’d never even made uh, cum, before. So uh yeah. But I did really dream of you, and I woke up, and my, uh, penis was really big!” he chuckled, also gesticulating, motioning around his crotch. “And it wouldn’t go away!”

Oscar let out a happy sigh, his charcoal paw reaching over and stroking Xio’s bony side. “All I know is that I really, really like you. A lot.” The cat chewed his lip as he watched the wolf relax under the cat’s tantalising affection. That’s not the right ‘L’ word though, is it? You’ve only gone and fallen in love with him. Moron.

“Well, I love you,” quietly murmured the wolf, who seemed to say it with such ease, such effortlessness that Oscar actually tensed up for a moment; quickly forcing himself to relax. The wolf boy rolled closer to completely eliminate any distance between them on the bed, squirming so that his body locked against Oscar’s, like two lego pieces squeezing together. Oscar couldn’t help but purrrr lowly under the affection that the wolf so willingly gave, digging his pinkish cat nose into the wolf’s luscious headfur, savouring his sweet scent. Oh wow. I want to stay like this forever.

“I wish we could be like this forever,” Oscar mewled, very carefully kneading both paws into Xio’s delicate, little body. Xio let out a hefty yawn, but his oak eyes creaked open, meeting the cat’s. Xio could only smile; his tail beating loudly against the bed and a gentle rumble emanating from his muzzle.

–

“How are you so good at this?!” cried Xio. Just under a couple of hours had passed since Oscar reminded the wolf that he had a working Pawstation 5 with the new Murrio Racey game that Xio had tonnes of hours on the Pawstation 4. Both cider bottles rested on the desk empty as they now sported a glass of water each; also untouched as both lounged in bed, playing whilst leaning against the headboard in ultimate comfort. Both of them were in some form of redress; Oscar had slipped some trunks on whilst Xio whacked on his tee and shorts.

Oscar snickered as he flawlessly drifted into one of the best shortcuts of that map whilst Xio missed the mark. That denoted the end of a 1st place finish for the wolf as he groaned, trying his best, but only managing a measly 2nd.

“Second the best,” teased Xio, who stuck his tongue out at the cat. Oscar smirked a bit. “In this version Colour Road is completely different, did you wanna try?”

Xio probably said ‘yes’. His mouth did, anyway, but as he spoke the piercing noise of a classical ringtone from the wolf’s flopkia. The phone bzz and bzz’d away, nearly falling off of the desk.

“Crap. It’s my mum. Do I answer it? She’s probably worried sick! I-i shouldn’t even be here, I..”

Oscar quickly shifted himself to cuddle the wolf, watching the boy as he breathed heavier and quicker. “Shhh shhh it’s okay, you don’t have to answer it. Just call her back in a minute?” he suggested, his voice calm and sedate. Xio looks like he’s gonna flip his lid!

Xio maintained his composure, breathing deeply in, and deeply out. He looked at Oscar, and back to the phone, which continued to ring in his small paws. Any longer and the phone would’ve defaulted to answerphone, but the wolf answered. “I gotta take this,” he said solemnly to the cat, and Xio bounced out of bed, manoeuvring downstairs quickly. “Hello? Mum?” his voice echoed, slowly disappearing out of Oscar’s audible range.

“His fucking mum,” mumbled Oscar to himself as he quickly dressed into some casual clothes before moving downstairs. He could hear Xio talking in the kitchen, and for a moment, waited concealed at the bottom of the stairs to listen in.

“I’ve been good all year and this is how I’m treated?!”...

“So what if I am visiting his place? I’m not allowed friends now?!”

“No, I don’t want to come back home yet!”

…

Oscar’s ears wilted as he could hear Xio’s tone slowly change from defensive to vulnerable and tearful.

“Please don’t do that mum… that’s not fair!”

“No mum, that’s extremely unfair! Leave my laptop alone!”

…

Jesus Christ, thought Oscar as his fur started to stand on end. She’s a nasty piece of work. Oscar poked his head from the stairwell into the kitchen, and his eyes met with Xio’s, which were stained with tears. As their eyes met, Xio smiled weakly, but then his face morphed into a frown with renewed passion.

“If you take my laptop away, there is no incentive for me to come back home, and no reason for me to do anything you say. So I suggest you retrace that decision, and frankly, we need to have a proper family meeting. There are a plethora of things we need to discuss, and I will have a say.”

…

“Well then, I’ll just stay here for the night…”

“yes! They’ve allowed me to…”

“I don’t care what you think of his family! What you read in the papers is so disconnected from reality…”

“Fine. Come pick me up. But my laptop better have stayed untouched or I’m coming back here…”

“You can’t lock me in! That’s technically illegal. I’m 18 now…”

Oscar’s face furrowed into a frown as he moved into the kitchen, his fists curled up into tight, sweaty balls, gritting his teeth. Xio took one look at Oscar and shook his head, mouthing ‘it’s okay’, but the tears straining from his eyes told a different story. Instead, the cat came and cuddled Xio from behind, his sensitive cat ears pricking up to see if he could pick up anything she was saying. Sadly, he couldn’t. He noted though that this comment from his mother seemed to go on, and on, and on, and Xio’s entire body seemed to relax and defeatedly slump down as the nagging voice droned on.

“Fine.”