Surviving Summer Pt. 1
#1 of Surviving Summer
It was happening again. Lith had been in the kitchen, seeing about making up a sandwich. When he'd bent over to get into the fridge, the corner of the counter had nudged him right between his cheeks through the fabric of his denim shorts. He'd given a little jump before he realized himself, and got on with getting what he needed. But when he started slathering mayo on the bread, his hips started to rock, pressing the lump in his shorts against the side of the counter. The black-furred feline sighed softly, shifting to press closer, grinding on the counter before his breath caught, and he straightened. His cheeks heated. He couldn't let himself get aroused by every little thing like this! Things might have been a little slower since college had let out for the summer, but he couldn't let his roommates catch him like this. And not just because it'd be embarrassing.
Giving a little huff, the exasperated cat finished making his sandwich and slipped out of the kitchen. His form was slim and small, not quite reaching five feet and clad in black fur from head to toe-which was starting to kill him in this heat. He wore only an old pair of shorts, which did its best to contain his rather full rear end. Lith landed himself on the worn down couch Petre, his male roommate, had brought with him. It smelled faintly of things that he would be better off not thinking of just yet. He flipped on the tv and tried to focus on his sandwich, but somehow, the texture of the insides of his shorts seemed more noticeable than usual. He shifted, trying to find a comfortable way to arrange himself, but every stirring only made it worse. He murred softly, his ears twitching to the side as he pulled gingerly at the crotch, trying to make himself some room. He was definitely pitching a tent.
Growling softly at himself, Lith set aside his sandwich and hooked his thumbs in his shorts. Maybe if he was quick about it... He leaned back and slid out of the tight fabric, letting its grip drag down his cheeks and catch at his stubborn piece a moment before it popped free, standing to prompt attention before him as he kicked off the offensive article of clothing. He'd just have a quick go at it. He rolled onto his back on the couch, casting his legs up to hang over him. The flexible kitty easily curled his back, his paws wrapping around his own rear as he drew an impatient hanging catcock to his mouth. He let a soft sigh roll over the sensitive flesh an instant before he kissed to the tip, and the feline gave a soft, muffled murr as his tongue slipped out to lash over the head, one of his legs giving a twitch.
The feline let his eyes hood as he licked himself, the tart taste melting slowly on his tongue, and soon, his lips pressed around the head. Tightening his grip on his spread ass, he pulled his hips slowly closer, feeding himself the first few inches of his cock. His toes slowly curled tight as he sucked on the shaft pressed into his muzzle, his head giving little back-and-forth motions to push his lips over the shaft as he nuzzled his tip against his tongue. Pre began to leak into his muzzle, and he swallowed it slowly around soft, building, warped purrs. His paws had begun to grope at his rear, one stretched around each cheek as he gave little quivers of pleasure.
One of his fingers, however, began to wander a little deeper as he intently sucked on his meat. He began to tickle at his spread pucker, each little touch making his leg jump slightly at first, but soon he was rubbing at his own entrance intently. Deeper and deeper he rubbed in slow, intent circles, the feline just barely able to see his fingertip starting to disappear into the little hole from over the cleavage of his hanging furry sack where it lay on the underside of his sack, just an inch or two from his nose. Finally, his finger pushed through, and one soft, mewling groan pressed from his belly as he pushed one, then two knuckles into his rear. The feline shook, stopping in his light bobs a moment to enjoy the feel of something inside him-but only a moment. Soon, he was bobbing more intently, his paws pressing on his rear to curl himself up tighter and tighter, more shaft disappearing into his muzzle until his nose kissed to his sack, and just when his cockhead started to judge uncomfortably against the back of his throat, his lips pressed firmly to his crotch. The kitty was buried in his own maw, curled in a tight ball, his eyes closed as he let a deep breath push into his balls.
The cat cock wedged in his maw was throbbing happily by now, and as he started to rock his head along that shaft, kissing his cockhead to the back of his throat over and over, his sack soon began to tighten. His finger tensed in his rear, twisting slowly looking for that little bump... He was starting to struggle for air through his nose as his body sweltered in the summer heat, pre pouring down his throat in gulps as his shaft twitched, the kitty bringing himself closer and closer. His finger nudged something, and he jumped slightly, disengorging from his own mouth. But he'd found his button. The kitty gasped once for air and shoved his dick back into his mouth, giving his prostate a firm rub as he buried himself one more time. A muffled groan rose from the couch as his body shook, and was soon drowned in cream as his balls pumped intently, the feline swallowing thickly around his own jism as it washed around the back of his mouth, seeping across his tongue.
The trembling bundle of black fur on the couch slowly grew still as he milked out the last of his load, a shiver running through him now and then, but finally, he released himself and flopped out with a great gasp for air, his eyes wide. He soon melted into a soft groan, melting into the couch a bit as his tongue rolled in his mouth. He hadn't gotten to taste very much of it, but the thick aftertaste clung to his palate. He pushed his arms up in a long stretch, easing into a thick purr-which lasted about three seconds before the front door flew open with a scrape of wood on carpeting.
A large, canine form stepped into the room, brown fur fading to black over his coat. A dog that would be of great stature if he didn't tend to slouch, Petre kicked the door shut behind him with a grunt and peeled off his vest. Even the one layer was too much in this weather. "Ugh. It's not even any better in here." He sighed as he dropped his vest on the floor and made his way to flop on the vacant couch. A partial sandwich caught his eye, and he started to reach over... and stopped. He was used to his couch having a pleasant odor, but something definitely smelled... fresh. "...That cat."
The canine growled, looking around. He was about to get up and check the feline's room when he noticed a little black bit of fur twitching under a pile of dirty laundry at the side of the sofa. He leaned over silently, and struck a hand into the pile, seizing on an arm and dragging the cat out, mrowling in dismay. Lith squirmed away, but the larger canine took him by the neck as his free hand unbuttoned his shorts. "I told you not to do your dirty little business on my couch, cat..." He growled over the feline as his shorts started to fall.
Lith knew that the canine really didn't care-not about the couch, anyway. But this was how it had gone since they'd moved in together. Petre had realized quickly that anytime they were alone -which was often, since their other roommate, Reih, barely ever appeared-he could just grab the cat and use him for a cocksleeve. There was little Lith could do about it. He even liked to get used now and then-although he'd never admit it to Petre. Most of the time it felt so demeaning, being raped in his own home on a regular basis. But... he could never bring himself to do anything about it. He gasped softly as the canine's shorts slid down, unveiling the thick, canine shaft half-free of its sheath before him. The musk of dog cock already filled his nostrils.
"We'll just have to lay down some proper scents, won't we." Petre took the feline's head in one good-sized hand and drew him close, dragging him onto his knees properly by the time he pushed his muzzle against the red piece of meat. Thin juices smeared on the cat's face as he rubbed it over his cock a moment before taking it in hand as well, pressing the tip down and along the cat's lips a moment before shoving it into his mouth. The feline gave a soft choking noise as the fat meat abruptly shoved all the way to the back of his mouth, his ears swinging back as he winced, but the canine was only getting started. He chuckled, bobbing Lith's head on his cock a few times as it swelled larger still until he finally hardened at about a foot in length, thick and distinctly canine with the first hint of a knot at his base.
A low growl rolled in Petre's throat as he ground around the feline's mouth a few moments more before moving on. Grasping the cat's head in both hands, he pushed him down for a better angle. Lith closed his eyes tight, knowing what was coming. But when Petre shoved his thick meat down that tight little throat, slapping two heavy balls to the cat's chin abruptly, Lith's eyes snapped open again, his whole body quivering as he grabbed tightly at the canine's thighs, his eyes watering suddenly as his throat burned with its throbbing contents. Petre chuckled, watching the cat go all bug-eyed around his cock, and promptly dragged him off again, letting his throat muscles struggle against the unnatural feeling until his head popped out, only to shove it in again. He didn't know how many times he'd fucked that cat's throat, but every time it seemed to need to learn to take him all over again. Not that he didn't love teaching it.
Soft, moist noised filled the room as Petre used his roommate's throat for a toy. The feline's face betrayed a mixture of humiliation and pain, and every time he pulled him off, the cat gasped for fresh air-which almost had him taking the dog's meat the wrong way a couple times, since he'd always shove right back in again. The thick bulge of his cockhead shoved down that slender, black neck time and again, always just barely disappearing into his torso before sliding up again. But the feline soon had an even harder time getting air.
The canine was growing hornier with each moment, and he drew less each time. He was deliberately fucking the cat's throat now, and had given up on pushing him around in favor of holding him in place as he humped that widespread muzzle with a thick growl. Tears were rolling down the feline's cheeks as he struggled in the canine's tight hold, his chest bucking as though trying to inhale when his windpipe was nearly crushed under the fat dogcock, leaving him with naught to do but stare up at the canine helplessly as his mouth was pistoned full of hot, throbbing cock. Petre grinned down at him as he humped all the harder.
Just when the feline had started to sag, his eyes wandering up under his lids, the canine suddenly pulled out entirely, twelve inches of meat abruptly emerging from the kitty's maw to shoot a thick spurt of pre across his face. He was throbbing thickly, his knot just starting to form, but the canine had other plans for him. Panting, Petre shoved the desperately gasping feline to one side and turned, setting on his knees behind him. Lith managed to pick himself up, coughing and hacking and gasping for air, only to feel something hot and heavy land on his cheek. It dragged down and into his crack, disappearing between two plump, black cheeks, but soon found its way to a hot little pucker. The kitty mewed, peeking over his shoulder as he struggled to draw more air, his tailhole twitching away at the touch of that hot, broad cockhead, but Petre took a hold of his hips and shoved in, the cat's tight ring barely holding him off a heartbeat before straining open, a high cry bursting from the feline as he was filled.
Petre snarled in pleasure as he intently pushed deeper and deeper in one long, impatient push. Lith's back arched, and he whined out as a seemingly endless rod shoved inside him, that hot, pointed head pushing deeper and deeper until he finally felt that heavy sack push to his own, nudging it forward against his own little kitty hardon. The canine's knot had only barely pushed in, but that didn't stop him from dragging it right out again and shoving a much rougher stroke home, thick growls building in his belly as he worked his drool-slicked cock through that tight hole.
Grasping for any kind of hold, Lith clawed at the carpet, trying to hold against the slow, rough pounding of the canine's hips against his ass, every thrust shoving him forward till he was nearly mashing his face into the rug. He landed on his elbows, trying to wedge himself up with pitiful mewls and moans as his ass was pumped full of dog cock, each stroke and draw punctuated with a sudden, agonizing stretch as that fattening knot forced through his hole one more time. Each time, his form gave a little quiver of pain, and it was getting harder for him to hold himself up, to even breathe, to do anything but take the canine's rutting. Which was just how Petre wanted it.
The dog drove home harder and harder, balls slapping roughly to the feline's as he steadily drove him into the ground, the feline finally landing on his chest, his face pressed to the carpet and leaving his rear high in the air as it was stuffed full. The canine pounded him with ever building growls, thick and cruel as they roiled in his chest, his sack growing tight as his knot grew till it was nearly impossible to wedge through the poor feline's hole. Every stroke was a brutal stroke, bottoming with his knot half-buried, and he had to lean in tightly to finally bury it once more-only to impatiently drag it out for one more go. The feline's tears soaked into the carpet as he bit tightly at his lip, struggling to breathe as his ass was utterly used. Finally, Petre shoved in and buried his fat knot, only to find he couldn't drag out again, however much he tugged on the cat's ass. His shaft throbbed dangerously in that tight, battered hole, and he rolled his hips in deep, rough grinds, humping about half an inch of slack through him hungrily as his claws dug into the feline's hide.
The texture of the carpet was starting to etch into Lith's face even through his fur, his eyes closed as he gasped raggedly for breath. His breath caught, however, when he felt the first blossom of searing heat inside him. The dog's growls burst into a roar over him as wad after thick wad filled the feline's bowels, and he groaned out despite himself, his voice lost in the roar as his body trembled. The dog's hips ground tight to the kitty's sore, beaten cheeks as he pumped and pumped into his ass, his balls bobbing with each thick throb of his cock, announcing another gush of hot cream. When the roar faded, the room seemed eerily silent, but for the quiet gasps as the feline struggled still for air, his belly fur and the carpet below lined with catspunk spilled somewhere along the way.
Petre slowly slouched over again with a groan, leaning on the feline's hips as his balls worked intently on stuffing the roughed up feline fuller still. A soft thump nearby perked his ear a beat before the door at the end of the hall swung open. A half-elf in a pair of panties and a t-shirt appeared, fiery red hair matching her furious expression.
"Shut the hell up!" She threw something at them, but Lith hid his head under his arms before he could see what.