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"I can't wait to see you in person again."

Read the text on my phone from my long-distance dingo. It'd been over half a year since I'd last visited him and almost 3 years since we started dating. Long distance can be tough, but we've made it work. A miasma of good morning texts and nudes made up for the lack of real physical contact, albeit just barely. The notification bell went off again as a second text came in.

"How far are you?"

"About half an hour away from the resort."

I opened the camera and took a selfie for him. It looked pretty good, my red panda face in front of the serene coast outside the cab window the beautiful backdrop to the resort we'll be spending the next week at.

I jumped a little when I felt a nudge on my leg. "Babe, stop taking photos." A growly voiced panther said to me. "It's better to just look at these venues with your eyes, you'll remember them better." What a venue it was, an obsidian sleek furred panther smiling radiantly at me as sun rays decorated his fur, this sight could be an eight-world wonder. His low, dulcet, voice could send shivers up anyone's spine, and that permanent feline grin, all adds up to create one suave looking kitty.

"You say that now," I retorted, "but what about when you're posing on the beach with nothing but a speedo?" That got a chuckle out of Chase, and a heavy annoyed grunt from our lizard driver.

"Well, take as many photos as you'd like then," He said with a snarl. Then he leaned in close. "But I wanna see em, like the ones you took this morning in the bathroom," Oh fuck... I thought he was sleeping when slipped in the shower! I left the door open, Chase's my boyfriend he's seen it all. I just, also took a few photos for Oliver while I was in there.

Chase extended his hand out. Looked me directly in the eye and said, "I wanna see them," right on cue Oliver sent me a pic of his own. The dingo was lying on his back, taking a bird's eye view photo of his sandy colored, furred body. You could see everything: his toned stomach, his rippling abs, his hand covering his sheath and balls... well, almost everything. He'd even gone out of his way to line the bed with rose petals like some cheesy romance film. But god damn was it hot, and that extra mile he went to prepare this all for me, it's all making me a bit--

"Blushing already? I haven't even seen them yet. Don't you want to hear what I think of them," the panther growled at me, curling his fingers while still looking at me. I could just close out of the IM, wait, but what if he sends me another photo... what if Chase scrolls through my other photos? Fuck, how many photos of Oliver do I have saved on my phone. I can't risk it. I wonder if he'd think they're just some pornstar and comment on how hot they are. Then maybe I can introduce them to each other! Or maybe he'll just punt me out of this car before we get to the hotel. Ok, I can't tell him.

"Y-you don't wanna spoil our fun at the hotel, do you?" His grin disappeared briefly. "Uh, I mean, it'd be like eating ice cream before dinner."

Chase's started to growl with that frown still there, but then it turned into something sultrier, a purr almost, that accompanied a newly forming grin. "Wouldn't wanna spoil our one-year anniversary, huh?" I let out a sigh as he finally stopped pressuring me, but another phone notification jerked me away from the reprieve.

"I'll be in the room. Don't keep me waiting too long."

I never intended to go this far, with Chase at least. Like I said a relationship without any real physical affection can feel kind of... lackluster. I love that dingo with all my heart but going months without being able to feel his rough fur on mine got really taxing.

Chase was supposed to be a friend with benefits, and he wasn't even the only one. I knew the guy since college, and we'd fooled around once or twice then but nothing too serious. It was one of those nights where Oliver was busy with work and couldn't play with me through webcam. Frustrated, horny, and all around just not in a mindset to make good decisions, I called up the panther. I just really needed someone you know. It wouldn't happen that often, and my heart would still belong to Oliver.

But then I started calling Chase up more, even on days when where Oliver was readily available to talk through text. Chase was just there physically. One day he showed up at my apartment unannounced with some flowers in one hand and a six pack of beer in the other and we just spent the whole day together.

I woke up the next morning finding a text from Oliver asking me if I was ok, with about 30 similar texts before it. That was the first day in about a year that I didn't send him any messages. My heart sank when I saw that. I made up some lie about being sick and going to the hospital for the night.

I wanted to wake Chase up and usher him out of the apartment but seeing those groggy blue eyes in my bed slowly open and that smug panther smile come across his face when he saw me. I just froze.

"Morning babe." Babe... Babe!! Oh fuck, the flowers, the beer, the 6 hours of consecutive sex after 4 hours of Mario kart. He thinks we're dating doesn't he.

"Heyyy Chase. Um, listen, I have to."

That's when he sat up and put his hands on my shoulders, his blanket sliding off and unveiling every bit of his slim fit body. "Have to go to work?" He said somewhat disappointed, scrunching his face and flattening his ears again. He really didn't want me to leave.

Saying I did would probably sound better than saying I was dating someone already. Would I have to tell Oliver I was fucking around with someone behind his back too? It was all too much to process, especially with a naked panther's firm grip on my shoulder. "I-I need to uh go eat breakfast," smooth lie Seth. "There's a good place nearby that we can check out."

Then the instrument that would've accompanied that panther's face went from sad piano to smooth saxophones as his grin turned wide and malevolent and his eyes went lust stricken. "After this babe." He then pressed me back on the bed and that cemented what we'd be doing for the entire morning. And about two feet from my face, my phone lay where a new notification had popped up from Oliver.

"I'm sorry to hear that Seth, I was so worried cause you weren't responding. Oh, by the way, happy 2-year anniversary!"

I wasn't going to be distracted by the thought of being caught, just enjoy this fucking while it last. Although it was in the back of my mind for the rest of the day, especially after Chase reluctantly left.

So here I am now. One year of going steady with Chase and hiding that form Oliver, which to be honest, wasn't that hard given that he was a few continents away. I managed to squeeze in two trips to visit my dingo while leaving my panther at home.

But uh, you can only take so many impromptu trips without your significant other until they start getting salty. It was around the time of Chase and my one-year anniversary that I suggested it. "I never took you as the resort type Seth," Chase said as soon as I suggested the idea of a beach get away.

"Come on, that musician you like is gonna be preforming there." I coaxed

"Rud. Oh shit! There's no way we'll score tickets."

"You never know." I shrugged. "Plus, tons of hot surfers." Among which was my dingo.

"So, I don't have to pay for anything, you're staying for free." I sent the text while still talking with Chase. The dingo made it clear that all competitors in that annual surfing competition had their rooms and tickets paid for, so he was in the clear. God, he was so excited that he got into such a big competition. I think the first thing he did was text me and order me to come cheer him on.

"You'll need to buy your own plane ticket, but I'll pay if it means I'll see you again." He's quite the generous lover.

"Thanks, but I'll pay any price to see you in a speedo in person again"

He sent me 3 smug emojis and an eggplant as a response.

"Who you texting?" The panther said peering over my phone.

"Uhhh, plane company!" I put it in my pocket and tried to ignore the constant buzzing in my pocket.

"What do you wanna do first?" Chase purred while affectionately nuzzling my neck. It took about five minutes for us to start rubbing against each other once we got into the room. As... inconvenient as this was for me, I'll admit I instigated it. I just couldn't resist grabbing that swooshy panther tail.

I still had to find a way to get out of this before he started undressing me. "Why don't I stop by the vending machine and nab us a few energy drinks? I wanna go for a while tonight."

Chase purred at me, saying. "My wallets in my bag. I'd prefer monster but, I think a Gatorade will keep me up." He shot me a wink before I grabbed his bag. Giving him a smile back, I exit.

I felt anything but suave while leaving. It was time to make my way upstairs, to my other room, where my other boyfriend was staying. With my heart in my throat, and a faint hint of arousal at the thought of seeing my dirty dingo again, I was on my way to solidify a night adultery. Hands shaking as I pressed the elevator button. beige walls with decretive floral patterns extending infinitely as I walk to the end of the hall where my Dingo is staying. I can almost feel myself hyperventilating, but I'm not sure if that's out of excitement to see Oliver or nervousness if he'll ring my neck when I get there. I mean, there's no way he could know, but there's still that thought, the same one I have whenever I hear my phone go off while Chase is fucking me. Well, I've been doing this for a year now, what's a few nights in a hotel compare to a year sexting while having sex.

"Just open the door when you get here, its unlocked." The last text he sent read. I had to psyche myself up a little. I placed my forehead against the door and swallowed. Here I was, about to see my first boyfriend again a floor above my second boyfriend. Seeing him in person after so long would normally make my heart race, but the added caveat that I was cheating on him at the same time, with someone in the same building.

My breath held; my hand shakily began turning the doorknob; I lightly pushed it until it was just open enough for me to slip in. "O-Oliver," No response. That anxiety turned into confusion as my eyes shifted around the room, only lit by candlelight, the rose petals still on the bed formed a faintly Dingo shaped outline, so he was here. Did he step ou--

*BANG*

The sound of wooden doors forced open startled me. The feeling of being grabbed from behind nearly gave me a heart attack. "Caught me a little red." Thank god it wasn't an axe murderer, just a musky thick accented dingo now holding me. I missed hearing his silly voice in person.

"Ahh! Let go of me you savage animal!" That's probably the last thing I wanted him to do honestly.

He gave me a low growl before tightening his hold. "Think I'm gonna let ya go after makin me wait in the closet for so long." And with that the pulled the drawstring bag off my shoulder while keeping me in a choke hold. Then he went for my shirt, bringing it up and over my head and pushing me onto the bed. My shirt and the bag landed next to me. My hands didn't even have time to react and protect my pants from him, as his hands were already on my waist band. He lifted my ass up and slipped my pants and underwear right off. I couldn't stop giggling while he did this. That dork was always so playful.

Finally getting to stare up and look directly at him gave me another reason for our continued relationship. Guy was still 100% naked. Rippling abs that accentuated his golden stomach fur gave way to v-shaped curves along his thighs which all centered in on a sheath as thick and delicious looking as a vanilla muffin. Right now, about half of his 8-inch member, yeah, I measured it the last time, was sticking out of that sheath. I could spend the next five days just sucking on that thing and be content by the time I need to catch my next flight home.

But before I could sit up and solidify what I'd be doing for the next five days, the dingo leapt on top of me pinning me down with his weight alone. "Hey! I-I can't," He was nearly double my size and could probably suffocate me if he stayed there long enough.

He crossed his arms on my chest and laid his head on his arms looking me in the face as he said. "Ahh what is it Seth. Speak up now"

"Get off me, you fucking animal." I wheezed, trying to knee his stomach but it probably felt more like kneading to him.

"Haha! Aight," He bellowed in laughter as he rolled over, allowing me to breathe once again. I looked back over at him which was his opportunity to go in for a little peck on the lips. "Missed ya buddy." He said stroking my ear a little and just smiling at me. He looked euphoric with that dumb smile and half-closed eyes, with just getting to see me again.

Then that content face dropped all together as his ears perked up and eyes looked past me. "Seth?"

"Hm, what's up?"

"Whatcha got in the bag." He said. I'd almost forgotten about Chase's bag, discarded along with my clothes when I first walked in. Out of which a pair of Velcro manacles and a blindfold had slipped out of. Guess that panther had some plans for me tonight. Oh fuck!! I forgot about Chase.

Quick how can I bullshit a reason to get out of this. Fuck Fuck fu-- wiat a minute.

"Well, just wanted to... experiment." I said with a big toothy grin that hopefully didn't seem forced.

Oliver's ears perked up more and he sat up. "Ya want me to tie ya?" He said that with more confusion than Chase usually has when he says it.

"Um, no. I-I was wondering if you wanted to..." His face showed a myriad of emotion in the span of the next three seconds. Going form outwardly to confused with a furrowed brow, then to wide eyed and shocked, before finally resting at a comfortable and lewd smile when he said. "Not typically my thing, but I'd try anything with you lover," That was my ticket out.

Chase had done this to me enough to the point where I'd learned how to use these second hand. Tying my dingo's arms to the bedframe took know time at all. "And just one last touch." I said, placing the cloth over his eyes.

"Huh, can't see nothing anymore. Where'd ya go Seth." Chase would've slapped me for saying something that stupid while blindfolding me. Lucky for him I'm not Chase, and Chase didn't bring a ball gag, so I'll deal with it.

"Funny," I said before giving him a light lick on his member. That made him seize up for a bit. "Now I'll turn this on." And there went the vibrator egg that I tied to his member, buzzing and eliciting some moans from my dingo as soon as it started.

"H-hey Why're we using that i-if you're gonna be, Ahh~"

I silenced him with one more lick, before saying "I will, I will. But first I need to freshen up a bit."

"Oi, you ass! get back here and, ahh~~." The real Australian in him comes out when under duress.

"Love you too babe." I gave him one quick peck on the cheek before sliding off the bed and into the bathroom.

Wanna know another quirk about my Dingo. He drinks in the shower, but not your average beer can, no he's got entire bottles of Gatorade in there that he gulps down before he brushes his teeth. I can't imagine how awful it'd make toothpaste taste, but Oliver is a special kind of resilient, so I had no qualms about binding him when he tortures himself like that. Anyway, I snagged two bottles and put them in the bag, then I noticed the window.

This was the luckiest fucking thing to happen to me today. Both the rooms were above each other and connected via fire escape. I unlatched the window and left it open for later use, then after turning on the shower slipped back out and into the room looking for my clothes... shit, one glance at the jean leg sticking out from under the bound dingo told me where they were.

I can't just ask him to get up, or even take my clothes out form under him, he'd get suspicious. Fuck it, I resolved to just wrap a towel around myself and head down like that. At least the bag wasn't buried under the dingo.

I got a few glances as I ran to the nearest elevator and got in. I pressed the button for the floor below mine several times almost with enough fervor to break them. I got a few more looks as I darted to my Panther's room bag slung over my shoulder. "Chase!" I practically yelled flinging the door open and catching my breath.

"Seth what's been taking yo--." I could see on his face visible confusion with a furrowed brow and half squinted eyes, which went to wide eyed nervousness, and finally a toothless grin lewd grin before he said. "You run up and down the entire hotel like that?"

I didn't respond, just went a little red faced. He came up to me and put his hand on my crotch. I felt nothing but his bare hand on my semi. The towel must've fallen off at some point, I didn't notice I was too busy frantically running back to my other boyfriend's room.

Chase slipped the bag off my shoulders before embracing me again, nuzzling against my neck. "So, you're a little exhibitionist huh? Wish I'd known,"

"Just thought I'd experiment with new kinks hehe. Ahh~," The panther gave me a tug and brought more of my cock out. He ran his hand over my balls too, squeezing them a little.

"And you did it without me? Bad boy," He said nuzzling against my neck once again. If there ever was a person, you'd suspect of owning a kinky sex toys it'd be this cat. "I can't be too mad at you. I love the idea of you showing off this ass, but only if everyone who sees it knows who it belongs to." And on cue he squeezed my backside like some freshly kneaded dough.

"Oh I-I made sure to tell everyone I saw that I was t-taken." I lied.

"Good," the cat purred while nuzzling my neck. "Let's get started then." And with that the panther picked up his bag and took out the bottle of Gatorade, placing it on the bedside before reaching in again. The entire time he was maintaining eye contact with me, his face saying, 'oh you'll love what I pull out next,' and then went to a more confused 'when I can find it' once his hand was in there for too long.

He usually tries his best not to drop his lewd face in the bedroom, but even he encounters awkward moments when plans go awry. I don't think I need to say anything about the time he lost the key to some hand cuffs.

"I swear I packed them." He mumbled under his breath, now frustrated as he began digging through the bag. He started taking objects out, all of which were probably purchased at a sex shop and tossing them on the floor. Once he realized he couldn't find what he was looking for he dropped the facade entirely. Chase turned the bag over and let its contents spill out on the floor, the result was like a crate being sent to said sex shop fell over.

I was lucky only minor bondage gear and a blindfold fell out earlier. There was shit in there that I didn't even recognize, and I've been dating this guy for a year now. Granted Chase is the type of guy who'd hide carefully wrapped rubber horse cocks in the white elephant games during Christmas, something that I find endlessly entertaining.

Then Chase got on his hands and knees and started sifting through the sex toy pool, looking for what he'd originally wanted to use. Occasionally he'd pick up something, stare at it for a few seconds, then shake his head, and throw it over his shoulder. I had to step in and interrupt eventually.

"Hey," I said hugging his back. "If you can't find it there's nothing wrong with a little vanilla."

"Seth, that's boring; I wanna add something a little spicier for our time here. Give you something to remember when we finally get home." Oh yeah, it's not like we're staying at a resort made to make memories.

"Then how about a something else, a challenge maybe" I said rubbing his shoulder

"Hm what kind." He said instinctually nuzzling against my hand.

"I bet..." there's almost nothing this kitty can't resist more than me it's a challenge. "You can't fuck me with your eyes closed." That got a silly little growl out of him.

"What kind of dumb challenge is that?" Ok it was just a suggestion. "I've basically got a 6th sense that lets me know where your asshole is at all times." Heh sure you do. "I bet you can't get fucked upside down."

It was an awkward position, I had to handstand on a pile of pillows against a wall while my panther held my legs and angled his cock downwards until it found its way to me. I think the karma sutra calls this a _____. God knows why anyone would ever try it. The blood rushing to my head is so distracting I can't even properly enjoy being fucked. That being said...

"Chase." I said through favored breaths.

"Uh huh?"

"Bet you can't do this without holding my legs." Wordlessly, he accepted the second part of the challenge. Letting go of my legs with a grunt, they went backwards and the only thing that was keeping me in position was feline cock, like a piston in a socket.

Pride is the kitty's unknowing downfall it seems. I had a secret weapon now, I noticed in the sea of sex toys a butt shaped furred thing with a suction cup on the backside. It even had fake fur colored like a red panda's ass. If I had more time, I'd hold it next to my butt in the mirror for comparison. I think Chase had it custom made so he wouldn't be too lonely during my trips without him.

Like Indian Jones, I replaced my ass with the fake one on the wall, with swiftness that wouldn't let the panther catch on to my antics. Then I turned on my phone, putting it on the pillow mountain I was hand standing on before. I played a special video, one that I made for Oliver where I'm very vocal.

"Don't stop. O-Oh god~ don't stop, let's go all night~ l-like this~." I feigned being fucked before pressing play on the video, and then my artificial moans filled the room. This only prompted the panther to fuck his custom-made ass harder, I was a little jealous of the object to be honest. But I'm needed somewhere else right now.

With haste I grabbed something from the sex toy sea and went out the window and onto the fire escape. I could distinctly here the sounds of party music coming from the window next to me. Standing on that balcony was a somber looking otter sulking against the railings and just having a smoke. He seemed to notice me too after a bit. His eyes went wide as he noticed my current state. I blushed and just shot him a wink before climbing the ladder, giving the otter a full view of my backside.

I hopped in the window, got in the shower for a little bit to just make myself wet, turned it off, wrapped a towel around my waste, then headed back into the room. Oh, my poor dingo. Still tied up and just writhing in pleasure from the stimulation of the bead. His cock was glistening with pre cum.

"Y-ya done freshening up in there yet ma'am." He said through furtive breaths and moans.

"Hehe yeah, I'm done." I walked over and set the object I was carrying on the bed then climbed on myself before turning off the bead. Oliver breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, you fuckin ass, you fuckin." He retaliated with a light kick to my leg. Although, being blindfolded, he just barely scraped the side of it. "Take that ya cheeky cunt."

"Heyyy, is that anyway to treat someone who just showed you a good time." I leaned in closer and took his blindfold off, finally getting to see those lush, green, marble, Dingo eyes.

"God, I missed your stupid face." It was the first thing he saw in the last 20 minutes.

Oliver isn't a sex savant like Chase, as much as I love having my head pulled up so that I can be engulfed in a perfect kiss from behind while he jerks me off and fucks me real good, there's still a really... rehearsed quality to it. With Oliver we bump heads going in the same direction, or accidentally press our tongues together, hell one of my whiskers has gone up his nose a few times and caused sudden sneeze directly in my face. But the awkward laughter afterward was always just as good as the kiss.

This time, I guess the bondage disoriented him a little, so that made him turn his head the wrong direction and just led me to placing a little peck on the side of his maw. We just giggled and moved on, me backing up from sitting directedly on his stomach to his crotch.

"So, kinky red, my turn to make ya squeal."

"I think I've still got control here." I said clasping the base of his knot, making him squeal.

"Ahhhh~ fuck."

The pre lubed his cock up as well as any prep. Grinding my ass against his twitching shaft was making me just as erect, that and the pleasured face my dingo was making, something that can't be captured as accurately through photos or videos.

"Ready," Without any further prep I lined up his cock and, "Hngh--!" With a thrust he caught me off guard, plunging almost all his tapered 7 in length in me up to the knot in a single thrust. I let off him like a cartoon character and went straight back to lying on his toned belly.

"What was that about control." Ok, that warranted a slap from me. A light one though, I still loved this guy. "Ohh, someone's angwyyy."

"Just for that the blindfold's going back on." And that's exactly what I did.

"Oh, come on red. Hehe alright, if it gets you off." This dingo would put up with anything put him through huh.

A lot of people like to think there's a difference between making love and fucking. I don't typically agree with that, but I do think there's a different feeling between having rough but passionate sex with Oliver vs the smooth but oddly rehearsed sex with Chase. And doing them both in tangent really showed me how much I needed both.

Yeah, I wasn't moaning like a bitch the entire time like with Chase. Occasionally Oliver would buck unexpectedly and that'd either coax a whimper or a simple "ow," from me, but a snide comment and a giggle later we'd be back to making love so fruitive that you could almost see the hearts coming from our heads. I would've loved to make the dingo cum right there but alas.

"Hey, ya leaving me again."

"Hehe of course not, just readjusting is all." No, he was right, I'm popping out. But I have a substitute. Something else I grabbed form Chase's bag of sexual wonder. An automatic cock pump, something to simulate the feeling of a bottom for tops who're too lazy to thrust themselves. At least that's what the label on this device says, I have no idea if it does that, but there's no time like the present to find out.

I carefully inserted the dingo's cock into the device "Whoo--, red didya just get tighter."

"Nope just uhh, clenching harder is all." Then I pressed the button and it seemed to activate my Dingo's moans along with the machine.

" Ahhh~ Dear lord, oh mighty, R-Red you've gotta t-tell me what kinda squats your doin oohhh-- my goood~~." And with that, I opened Oliver's phone and played the same video I put on downstairs for Chase. I made it for this dingo specifically so of course he has it archived.

Once again, I slipped out through the bathroom window and onto the fire escape, the ladder creaked as I made my way down and it probably alerted my presence to the otter who was still on the other balcony.

"Two guys pay you for the same night?" He shouted, smug look on his face.

"No, but I'm getting more action than you." I retorted, lifting my tail up for him as I climbed down. No harm in teasing a stranger.

No surprise, Chase was still fucking the hell out of that fake me ass. I laid down on the floor below him and carefully took the thing off the wall, putting it back in the sea of sex toys. "let's change positions." I said.

He wouldn't have said it, but his legs were getting exhausted from that last position. I still wanted him to be able to walk tomorrow, despite how much that'll go against my goals.

"You are the strangest red panda I've ever been with." I guess this new position even caught him off guard.

"You haven't been with a lot of red panda's then." I said, slightly muffled under all the pillows I've managed to bury myself under. Real talk, pillow forts are the best thing, I've always wanted to get fucked in one. I made Chase bury me in this soft tomb and leave just an opening large enough for my ass to come out for his plundering. An ingenuous way for him to think he's still fucking me after I decide to dip again.

And after a while that's what I did. Slithering out of the fort like the world's comfiest birth. I was able to sneak out again after replacing my position with the fake ass.

I heard a whistle from the other balcony. This time the otter shocked me. His fly was unzipped, and he was rubbing himself through his boxers while holding up a phone. I just scoffed at the perv and moved on, not even presenting myself for him this time.

Oliver was in a similar position to the last time I came in, except now he was lovingly moaning my name. "I came already," he huffed, "oh my god just stoop, y-your stamina is so G-goodman." Fuck I missed the climax.

I rushed over and turned the toy off before carefully sliding it off his cock and setting it down on the floor so. "Sorry," I giggled. "kind of lost control of myself there."

"T-that, Whooo red," He huffed again "Didn't realize how much ya missed this cock." That might've warranted another slap, but I let it slide.

"I've been saving myself just for you," if ever there were a more blatant lie.

"I could feel it just... Wow,"

After that, we just cuddled. I unbound him and took the blindfold off. He soaked in the afterglow while I pretended not to be rampantly horny, despite having double the amount of sex most people do in one night, I still haven't cum. We just talked for a while. He was nervous about the surfing competition and I reassured him. I was being all mopey about the idea of leaving him after 5 days. I really didn't want to leave Oliver, especially now. That big dumb dingo smile and those huge arms hugging me close to his chest. That fucking musk, a mix of sweat and sea breeze which soaked this loveable surfer douche constantly. I wouldn't trade it for anything.

Although, I had to compromise it for my Panther's smell of roses and expensive cologne. So as soon as I heard snoring I slipped out once again. Regretting every second of it after I saw the crowd gathering on the other balcony. The otter invited some friends.

"Oh, shit you weren't lying." A ferret dressed in fishnets and glow bands said as he grabbed the otter's shoulders trying to peak over. This time I did feel embarrassed, almost felt like covering myself. But I resigned to think that the shame I might feel now probably pales in comparison to the shit they're doing in that party. Especially with the way most of the balcony voyeurs are dressed. The otter might be the only reasonably dressed person, just in a hoodie and jeans. I climed down the ladder and just flipped them off on the way down.

CREAAAK!!

Man, this ladder must not be used a lo--

CLUNK!!

The rungs I was holding came loose and suddenly I was plummeting. I could almost hear the gasps of the small gathering on the balcony as I fell past. This was it wasn't it. Some devine force punished me for my sinful ways and caught me in my weakest moment... God, why the hell am I being poetic during--.

The dumpster wasn't an ideal place, but fuck, still broke my fall. I climbed out and stepped on the pavement after removing a discarded banana peel from my head. Ugh, smells like I'm gonna need to actually use a shower now.

I felt the cool night air caress my bare fur as I stepped out of the alley. Streets near the hotel were empty. Only a few beach goers out in the distance who couldn't possibly see me from here. All in all, this wasn't the worst situation in the world.

Without thinking I just walked into the hotel, obviously greeted by a wide-eyed stare from the receptionist, they picked up a phone immediately, probably ready to call security. "Wait!" I screamed. "I know it looks bad but just call room 308, they'll vouch for me."

Slightly disgusted they did, and an awkward silence hung over us both before the dial tone came up a minute later. "Uh 408?" I said with a nervous grin. They didn't even humor that, instead opting to call security before a shout from the lobby got their attention.

"Oh, fuck you're alright!" A genuinely concerned voice shouted from the elevator. Out stepped the otter from the balcony. "He's with me, party upstairs got a little wild and, uh, yeah. Come on now." The otter said gesturing me in the elevator while holding it open. The receptionist just sighed and put the phone down then let me walk into the elevator with my new best friend.

"Um, three please." I said trying to be polite.

"Actually, we're going to ten." Executive suits, why is he taking me there?

"I kinda have somewhere I need to--"

"Yeah, my bed. Now quit complaining before I push you out on floor nine or something." We stood in silence for a bit while we the elevator slowly took us up. "I was genuinely worried I'd find a red furred stain in that alley. Don't want you to try that again so I'll be keeping you for the rest of the night."

"What?! But my boyfriends!"

"Boyfriends?" he cocked an eyebrow at me. My face went even redder.

As we walked the hall of the tenth floor, I took the time to explain what happened over the course of the night and the past year.

"Man, you really are a slut, you know If I wasn't worried, I'd probably go down and tell both of them myself." He said this while looking for his keys to unlock the two massive penthouse doors. For the first time that night I genuinely felt embarrassed, almost moving my hands to cover my crotch.

"I'm sorry I just don't know what to."

"That's alright. Hey," He nudged my shoulder before putting in the key "Looking at you climbing up and down that ladder, most entertaining thing I saw all night." He led me into the lavish apartment, decorated with marble, ceiling high windows at the opposite side of the room, and a chandelier in the center. The only thing out of place was the mic stand, guitar and amp in the corner... wait a minute, I recognize this otter!

"Shit, you're, you're--"

"Rud, yep in the flesh." He said leaning back against one of his amps adopting a cocky pose. He then picked up a magazine cover with him doing the same pose and showed me. Did he prepare this? But anyway, I can't believe I didn't recognize him. One of the things both my boyfriends have in common is his love for this guy's music, I'm... indifferent but I won't tell him that to his face.

"Yeah both my boyfriend's love you."

"Do they now?" He cocked another eyebrow, this time adopting a smarmier grin.

"Yeah they wanted to see your show, but the tickets were sold out."

"They're in luck then. I've got 3 VIP passes with your names on them." He said digging through his pockets and pulling them out. "was gonna give em to 3 of those squares at that party. But I feel like they'd be wasted on anyone but you." I'm almost flattered.

"Oh, thank you!" I said about to reach out for them but just as I did, he raised them up in the air just out of reach.

"Uh uh." He said with that smarmy grin growing ever so wider. "You've gotta do something for me first." My eyes trailed down to his crotch where his other hand was, now unzipping his pants. I just scoffed and crossed my arms, had almost half a mind to walk away. "I'll throw in a pair of pants."