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The apartment of the Cheetah and the Boar was sparse. Neither had any interests that were worth keeping the appearance of being a higher class than they were. Both doing the bare minimum and survive in this strange new land. Or, that was what they believed after a few drinks and a joint. The dirty shirt from a one night stand mingling next to the twice used underwear of the cheetah. Both had equal real estate on the floor of the 2 bedroom bachelor pad.

The layer of clothes muffled the already silent footsteps of the Cheetah. Dressed in nothing the cheetah opened his bedroom door and stumbled out into the hallway. Still drunk and stoned from the night of gaming on the sofa, he craved a quick bit before going back to bed. His right hand holding onto the wall for support. Not a muscular or big male, the cheetah was average in every possible way. His fur a dull shade of yellow, his height exactly at average, even his grades in high school continued this trend. All completely average.

The sound of air escaping tight lips caught the predatory instinct of the Cheetah. His eyes darting to pinpoint the source of the sound in the darkness of the early morning. The boar slept on the other side of the hallway. Passed out on his bed visible through the open door in front of him. Laying on top of the stained and worn sheet was the boar. Stained in dark fur, laying on his stomach with his round ass on full display through the pair of briefs. The sight made the Cheetah lick his canines, imagining just how tight his friend ass was. Blood was already seeping into his cock.

Shaking his head, he pushed the dark fantasy out of his head. Cheetah knew he would just go back to his room with a bag of chips and another bottle of beer. Finish the beer, and jerk off into an old shirt. Not that it was uncommon for him to fantasize over his friend. The boar was often a flirt, and the Cheetah liked to imagine the boar sucked him off while he was asleep. Snickering at the conspiracy the cheetah pushed it out of his muddled mind and continued into around the corner to his left. Opening into an average-sized living room with a sofa and gaming center. The ps2 was still on. The boar was probably saving his progress in some game.

A little further, the footpaws of the cheetah leading him toes first into the kitchen. His toes wiggle and stop when they kiss a cabinet. Leaning down the Cheetah opening it and retrieves a bag of kettle fried sweet onion chips. Pulling it open, grabbing a handful and moving back down the living room to the hall. Swaying with the chip bag, the cheetah leans on the wall next to him on the corner of the T junction in the hall. Looking down to his dirty room, the TV still on with his science fiction game on pause. The bright yellow text asking him if he wanted to "Resume?" on the screen. Opening his mouth to take another handful of chips in. The satisfying crunch filled the silence.

Looking down at the bag, then down the other side of the hall to the door beyond. The brief clad ass was still up on the bed. The boar softly moaning in his sleep. Dreaming of some faraway place in the galaxy.

The Cheetah smirked and went to his room. Looking for a few objects around the mess. A small bottle, a sock, and a shoe. Finding the small bottle inside the nightstand next to his bed. The brown glass was plain aside from the stick on the face of it. "BANG!" was all it said. The other two items were easier to find and the cheetah picked his work socks and work boots. If the Cheetah wanted this fantasy, he wanted it to be perfect. Taking another handful of chips into this mouth by the time he stood in the doorway, all items in hand. Cheetah focused on his feet as he walked. Making sure each step was as silent as death.

When he stood in the boar's doorway, he set the bag down on the floor. Turning one of the socks inside out halfway, then backside in halfway, making a sort of ball out of the fabric. Unscrewing the lid of the bottle he pressed the ball against the top and inverted it. Only for a few seconds as the pungent chemical cocktail seeped into the fabric. Rescrewing the bottle, then set it next to the bag of chips. Stuffing the ball inside the other sock then inside the work boot. The naturally reflective eyes of the cheetahs shown like a searchlight in the dark, eyeing his prey. A small drop of precum is pushed out of his dick and drops onto the clothes on the floor.

The weapon in hand he stalked forward, casually unlacing the shoe until the laces were only through a quarter of a dozen holes. Pulling the tongue out of the shoe to make the opening as big as possible. Bringing the opening of the shoe to his muzzle he took a deep breath, smelling the stink of his footpaws and the rich chemical smell that sent a spark through his mind. The receptors in his brain firing in quicker succession, in time with his heart racing in his chest. Moving the shoe closer to the boar's nose, the cheetah waiting for the boar to deep. The soft air rushing in and out of his lungs. As the air rushed in again the Cheetah stuffed the Boar's nose as deep into the shoe as it would go.

Holding the back of his head into the shoe the boar didn't panic or really move very much at all. His eyes opened and rolled back into his head. Moving the shoelaces around the back of his head, the cheetah tied them. Tight enough to keep the shoe from going anywhere, the lungs of the boar getting nothing but stink and chemical. Moving down to the round ass, the cheetah extends a pointed claw on his finger. A small pick at the fabric makes a hole in the boar's briefs, just wide enough to let the cheetah have access to the tight hole beyond.

Spitting onto his cock head, the soft spines twitching with excitement around the glands, he rubbed the liquid on himself. Aiming the spear at the target, and pushing through the fabric. The small hole in the fabric giving way to the cock head, tearing to open more. Pushing in farther the cheetah butts against the hold beyond, getting a soft movement from the boar. His clouded mind reaching for the shoe on his face. Rolling his hips forward the thick head pushes at the flesh making the cheetah moan and the boar wince. Rolling again the head pushes inside, and the boar snaps to reality. His voice muffled by the shoe, his hands quickly grabbed and brought behind his back. The soft gentle rolling of his hips, only pushing the first few inches inside the boar's rectum. The tight pressure on his head, and pulling of muscles around him.

Leaning back, the cheetah pushed in deeper. The boar shifted to stare at the cheetah, his red eyes not covered by the makeshift muzzle. The cheetah rolled his eyes and shifted his own weight to bring his foot paw up and slapping it down over the boar's face. The cheetah didn't want those eyes staring at him, the boar was nothing but a hole beneath his feet sniffing at the sweat the cheetah worked up every day. Pushing his cock deeper and deeper into the tight ass. Stopping once he hilted the board. He was close and wanted it to last longer. The ass sucked at his cock, asking him for more with the rhythmic pulsing of muscles massaged his cock.

"Fuuuuuuuuck." Growling into the silent room. "If I knew your ass was his good I would have taken it ages ago." Finally taking his hands off the boars. His hands move up to gently stroke the foot paw that covers his face. Leaning forward, the cheetah quickly undoes the tie around the boar's head, not moving his foot. Pushing his foot down harder on the boar's muzzle the shoe and muzzle separate from the pressure, causing the shoe to slide onto the dirty floor. Pulling his foot paw back, the cheetah brings his toes to the lips of the boars.

"Open," he commanded. And he obeyed. Placing some of his toes in his mouth, the warm wetness made his cock flex inside the boar's ass again. The soft sucking on them makes the cheetah moan again, the ass clenching his cock harder than before. Pushing himself forward reluctantly, not wanting to push himself over the edge just yet.

When the boar made his way to the last of the Cheetah toes, he knew it was finally time. Going faster than before, he groaned on every thrust. His low hanging balls didn't slap into the fabric of the briefs, making the fuck the sound of sucked and slurping and not slapping. Pushing into the hilt the Cheetah filled the Boar. Still sucking on his toes, the boar moaned back.