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[b][u][center]Human Addiction

Chapter 2: A Little Conflicted

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By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

[i]I can’t believe this is happening…[/i]

Roger stared down at the cheetah that was on all fours between his legs, that white-furred ass and twisting tail pressed right back against his cock. The fur back there, just slightly damp with warm sweat, caressed his shaft as the cheetah rolled his hips back again and again, almost ferally meowing at him like a female in heat. He could just make out the bulge underneath, the feline’s shaft dripping into the fabric of his half-removed underwear, and the feline’s toes curling in the carpet as the cat pushed back again and again.

“Mmmph…come on…please…let me have that cock…I want to…I need to feel…a human…”

Roger’s ego had never swelled any higher than it had at that moment. Nobody had ever wanted him like this, and it was…well, there was no other way to put it. It was amazing.

He slowly grabbed the cheetah’s hips, getting a better grip on them. They were narrow, lean, rather than thick and round like some might have guessed animals would have been. His cock twitched as he slid back a bit, allowing himself a better angle.

“You sure…um, you sure you can take it dry?”

“I can…I’ve had…I’ve had other guys,” the cheetah said, looking back at him with slightly red cheeks. “I’ve had other cats…but…yeah, I should be…okay…god, you’re big…”

“Okay, just…gonna take it slow…”

“As long as you – ah!”

The cheetah gasped, the feline’s back arching in a beautiful curve as Roger started pushing forward. He hesitated, only for the cat go reach back, desperately grabbing his hand as if he could pull him forward.

“Don’t stop…more…I want it in me…”

Hoping that he wasn’t making a mistake, Roger gave the feline what he asked for. He slowly edged his cock into that pucker, taking his time to make sure that he didn’t push too hard, too fast. He watched as the twitching hole, black rather than pink, opened for him. There was definitely some use to it, but that was nothing compared to what he was giving it. He watched it stretch tight around his pole, and the cheetah mrowled loudly.

“Too much?”

“God no. That’s…that’s so much…stretching…it’s not hurting you, is it? Not too…tight?”

“Not at all. Fuck…fuck, it just feels good…”

“Keep going…I want it all…all of you…”

The cheetah’s hands went back to the penthouse floor, and he could hear the finger-claws digging into the carpet, kneading, pulling, dragging. That tail was twitching like mad, pushing up, then sideways, whipping around in total confusion. He groaned as he felt his cock slipping deeper, feeling the cheetah pushing back.

The temperature difference was the first thing that he noticed besides the tightness. It wasn’t just that the big cat’s body was tighter inside than anything that he’d played with before, but it was warmer, too, something that…that was already making him sweat a little. He groaned, having to lean his head back a little to try and distract himself, his fingers digging into the feline’s fuzzy hips again.

“God…fuck…”

“Mmmph…mrowl…more…please…all of it…”

“Trying…you’re tight…”

“Just…shove it in. I need it. I need it!”

God, there was something so wrong about this, something so taboo. Seeing his cock disappearing into a hole that had a tail just above it, seeing all the fur, seeing the difference in color between his pale shaft and the dark hole that was swallowing it up…

Fuck, it had him harder than ever, and the adoration that was coming from the cheetah only made it better. The cat pushed back against his grip, reminding him of the feline’s request, and he couldn’t stop himself. With one last grunt, Roger slammed forward.

“Ah!”

“Nnngh!”

Bottoming out in that fluffy butt was just as good as he had imagined it would be, but he didn’t hear anything from the cat that had begged him to it. He slumped forward, almost falling off the couch, pressing his chest against the cat’s back. His shirt barely kept the majority of that soft fur out, some little strands pushing through his shirt and tickling at his chest slightly.

“Are you…are you okay?”

“Nnngh…Ah…ah…y-yeah…”

“You sure?”

“So…big…god…”

“Do you need me to –”

“D-don’t pull out…want you to…keep going…wreck me…”

“What?”

“Wreck me…fuck me hard…make sure I…I’m still stretched…later…”

If there was a man that could resist being told that his cock was so good that his partner wanted to have a mark from it, Roger didn’t know who it was. Something in him flipped, and he leaned forward, grabbed hold of the cheetah properly, and went to town.

They moaned together, and he honestly didn’t know which of the two of them was more bestial about it. He let out the grunts and the growls, and the cheetah let out the moans and whimpers. They humped together, his hips and the feline’s ass cheeks slapping together, his eyes rolling back, the cheetah’s closing tightly. He panted every time that he slammed in up to the hilt, feeling that tight pucker slowly loosening up, losing some of its deathgrip on his cock as he plunged in over and over again.

Yet, for all that, that somehow turned him on more. His cock was not just breaking the cheetah open, but it was leaving a mark. The ‘beast’ under him wanted him so badly that he was willing to break himself down just to get that deep fucking. Roger panted for breath, humping harder, faster, feeling his knees scraping against the carpet slightly, but he barely cared. That ass. That fucking ass.

There were no more words from the feline, only meows, growls, and yowls. It was like they had both regressed to a feral state, with him being the one on top, the one in control, the one that got to do what he wanted. In and out, in and out he went, slamming into that hole, feeling the pucker slowly opening, giving in, surrendering.

He looked down, watched as it stopped clinging to his cock quite so desperately, no longer getting pulled out a bit every time that he pulled back. Roger panted, shifting his thrusting angle just a bit –

“ROOOOOOOWR!”

The cheetah suddenly yowled and roared, arching his back again, throwing his head back and showing all of his teeth. For a moment, Roger thought that he had gone too far, but no. He felt the spasming, the clenching, the desperate squeezing going on back there, and he could [i]smell[/i] the cheetah cumming. The sudden shift in sex smells was so strong that there was no doubt that the feline had just blown his load in his underwear.

[i]Holy…holy shit…[/i]

Was he doing that well? Or was this just coincidence? He didn’t know, and he wasn’t about to stop and find out. He hadn’t cum yet, and he wanted to.

The cheetah buckled, falling face-down, ass-up, and that pulled Roger right back into the moment. Humping away, thrusting, fucking, rutting. The muscles in that bubble butt were clenching tight around him, still begging for his cock, but they were no longer as tight. He’d broken that. His cock had broken that.

In, out, in, out, he went, panting as he felt his pleasure rising. His cock was slowly rising up, the cheetah moaning and mewling for him, wiggling his ass and pushing back. There was barely any semblance of the bodyguard that he had been at the start of the day. This was just…this was just a needy kitten.

And just like that, he went over the edge. Roger moaned at the top of his lungs, hilting his cock in the cheetah’s ass, feeling it milking him for everything he had. Hell, he half-swore that he felt the spasms of another orgasm going through the big cat, and he wondered if he had pushed his bodyguard over the edge to a second orgasm.

It lasted forever, and for a few seconds. He panted as he slowly came down from it, feeling the little trembles and shakes of post-orgasmic bliss. The cheetah was still panting, still purring, even though the big guy grunted as Roger started to pull back. The human groaned as he dragged his cock free of the cat, feeling the rim giving him one last squeeze before he got all the way out.

POP.

He stared at the black flesh, looking at the way that it weakly puckered at him, how it was stretched open. It wasn’t a huge gape, not like what might have happened with a fist, but it was enough to show that someone had fucked that hole and hard. He blushed a bit, feeling almost like he had left a mark of conquest on the other man.

As he stumbled his way to his feet, he offered his hand, but the cheetah didn’t take it. Instead, he turned around, bumping the top of his head against Roger’s palm, and then nuzzled against his leg.

“Are…are you okay?” he asked.

“Mmm-hmm.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah…that was…holy…”

The cat shivered, his hands flexing, claws extending, retracting, and extending again.

“I never thought…”

“Was it that good?”

“Yeah…I don’t know…I don’t know why, but…something about you…something makes me think…happy stuff…”

The cheetah smiled up at him, giving his leg a light nuzzle. He didn’t know what to say about that, didn’t know how to respond. He had obviously fucked the cheetah silly, and there was no getting away from that. The question was, what was he supposed to do now? Was he supposed to just keep hoping that the feline would come back to normal? Keep him overnight? Or –

“You’re messy.”

The cheetah crawled away, staying on all fours as he walked to the kitchen. That four-legged crawl was perfect for giving him a view of that creampied asshole, and he blushed heavily as he saw his seed bubbling out of that pucker, slowly rolling down the cat’s taint, and then dripping from his balls just before he went out of sight. The bubbling white had been a reminder of just how deep he’d cum, and how much.

He flopped back on the couch, panting softly as his pants finally slipped off his ankles. His cock, still hard, slowly started to flop back down against his balls. Without a foreskin, there was no need to worry about the mess as much, but god…

Reality started to crash back in on him, and he groaned as he realized just how much he had done, how far he had overstepped the line. Not just giving into the urge to fuck that cheetah, but letting himself just dominate him that way. Was that how things worked on the Anthro side of the wall? Was that how they saw sex?

Or was this something special?

[i]He wanted it because I was human, right?[/i]

Right. Roger remembered him saying that he remembered the zookeepers, that there was something about those old memories that made the cheetah happy. Was that what had happened? Some sort of old, buried instinct that had gotten the feline to push himself up and submit to sex with a human?

Was there something in there that made the Anthro want to be under a human that way, demanded to be…

He shivered, shaking his head. God, that was a scary sort of thought. Not exactly unarousing, but holy hell…

[i]If the RRC knew about this, they could have told me…[/i]

But what if they didn’t know? As far as he knew, the meetings between the humans and the Anthros had been done over teleconference, neither side wanting to risk meeting in ‘enemy’ territory. This was the first time that they had been together in person. What if it hadn’t shown with talking?

And what if this was how André would feel, or the other cheetahs, or the other Anthros?

[i]Fuck…[/i]

Roger heard the clicking sound of clawed footsteps coming back, and he looked over his shoulder. The cheetah in question had gotten back to his hind legs, which was a relief. He had been half-worried that he had doomed the Anthro back to being some kind of feral. The idea of being like that…

God, no. He didn’t want to be the cause of that. To make someone lose their mind like that.

The peacekeeper offered him a wet rag, and he happily took it, using it to wipe off his dick and get rid of the slime that was left from cumming so hard. As he did, the cheetah leaned down and –

Liiiiiick.

The long lick along the back of his neck made the hairs back there stand up straight, and he yelped a bit in surprise. He barely resisted the urge to cover the back of his neck, knowing that it hadn’t been meant in rudeness…and not wanting to punch the cheetah in the face by accident.

“What the heck?”

“It was messy; you’re all sweaty now.”

“So you just decided to lick it clean?”

“Well, you could get in the shower, but –”

“Shower. Yes. I’ll do that.”

“You sure? I don’t mind –”

“I’m going to shower! You can go back to the commander, now.”

“But –”

“Please.”

The cheetah opened his mouth, then closed it. A salute followed, not a happy one, but an understanding one.

“Yes, sir.”

“…See you tomorrow,” Roger managed to say as the cheetah made his way to the door. The feline paused for a moment, nodded back with a small smile, and then left.

Shaking his head, Roger kept cleaning his cock with the wet rag for a few more seconds before tossing it to the ground. There was no point in continuing with that, really, and it would be better to just get up and shower. And besides, he wanted to get clean, not just…

Ugh. He was going to get hard if he kept that up. Time to get clean. Time to clean out his mind, clean off his body, and hope that things were better later…or at least more easily understandable.

#

Sitting on the balcony in his robe, Roger found himself more relaxed. After the shower and sunning himself for a bit, he felt like he was back to normal. Whatever had gotten that cheetah to lose control, it wasn’t going to be a problem again. He could figure it out, keep an eye on it, and next time, he’d just say no. That was the plain and simple of it.

He’d even taken the chance to call down to the hotel room service for a drink. Nothing big, just a small martini to calm his nerves a bit, and it should be here any second.

Just as he was adjusting the robe again, there was a knock at his door. Someone called out ‘room service’ from the other side, and he smiled, getting to his feet. He crossed the penthouse, then looked through the peephole.

It was a German Shepherd on the other side, one that was dressed rather smartly in his hotel uniform. He looked like someone had taken a pair of scissors and cut every rounded edge off of him, his clothes looking sharp and angled, his face pointed and focused. He didn’t shuffle about, either, like most of the bored employees on the other side of the wall.

Roger opened the door, and a slight crack appeared in the dog’s stare. Not a big one, just a sudden widening of the eyes before he got it back under control.

“Um…I think you have my drink?” Roger said, hoping to keep things from unraveling.

“Yes…your drink.”

The German Shepherd shook his head, his professionalism surprisingly unshaken compared to the cheetah from just a few hours ago. Despite that, Roger looked down, and he wasn’t entirely surprised to see a growing bulge in the dog’s pants. He blushed a bit, shaking his head as he looked back up at the glass offered to him.

“Thank you. Um…sorry for…”

He gestured at himself with the robe and everything, and the dog shook his head.

“No apologies necessary, sir. If I may say so, it will likely be a suitable attire for you for a while.”

“Yeah, um…do you mind if I ask you a question?”

“I will try and answer to the best of my ability, sir.”

“Um…why are you, and…”

The German Shepherd didn’t fill in the blank, and Roger groaned, covering his face. He was going to have to just flat out say it, wasn’t he? Great.

“Um…why are Anthros…getting boners from me?”

“Si – oh.” The brown and tan dog looked down, and he slowly lowered the drink tray he was carrying over his groin, covering himself. “My apologies, sir. I did not mean to show anything like that.”

“It’s – seriously, just, I don’t care that you’ve got a boner. I just…why?”

“I couldn’t tell you, sir. There’s just something that is…difficult to describe. I might call it a happy feeling; I imagine that there is something in your pheromones, sir, or something regarding your species. There might very well be some instinct that we Anthros have that hasn’t been discovered yet.”

Instincts? He knew that there had been something mentioned in the RRC about animal and Anthro instincts, but they hadn’t exactly been clear about that. He’d need to make a phone call, he imagined, and…wait, what was the time?

“Thanks for trying to help,” he said. “Um…sorry about…that,” he added, gesturing at the dog’s crotch.

“No trouble, sir. Will there be anything…else?”

It had to be his imagination. There was no way that the hotel employee was giving him the side-eye, or the slightly knowing look of someone that was offering more than just a drink. He blushed, shaking his head, and darted back into the penthouse. He didn’t quite slam the door, but he was pretty sure that he came dangerously close to it.

As soon as he heard the footsteps fading down the hallway, he just about chugged his martini down as fast as he could manage it. The drink was more bitter than it should be, and he promptly ended up fighting for custody of his lungs as they forcibly tried to emancipate themselves from his chest.

After spitting up a goodly amount of his drink, he put the glass down on the table by the door, making his watch to the couch. His cell phone laid against the arm of the chair, and he turned it on, checking for service.

There was none.

[i]Shit…[/i]

Then again, he could hardly be surprised. Humans had abandoned the coast for a long time, and that meant that any of the cell towers that had been working back then hadn’t had any maintenance. He would imagine that they weren’t even on the grid any longer, what with the way that the companies would have been wanting to save money. He’d need to get a cell phone, or see if they had landlines, or –

Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t seen anyone using a cell phone just yet. Did they even have those out here? Was that another aspect of the whole living on the other side of the wall that he’d have to get used to?

God, there were mysteries out here.

Roger rubbed his head, leaning forward into his hands. Despite everything going surprisingly well so far, he was starting to panic, and he couldn’t even entirely say why. He’d left his home, and he’d gotten into the penthouse with no issues. Commander André and his people had been very kind to him, and that last cheetah…

Even though that had been as weird as one might have imagined, considering the sudden compulsion and request from the big cat, it wasn’t exactly [i]bad[/i] to get that sort of free fun. Yeah, it was sudden, and he still wasn’t entirely sure that it had been completely consensual, but it hadn’t been bad. It was just…rough. Rough, sudden, and altogether weird that there had been someone to want him that badly.

And to see that he had the same sort of effect on the staff…

[i]Okay, okay. You need to find someone to talk to about this. You’re not exactly a celebrity, but Commander André will probably be willing enough to talk with you about this. You just have to phrase it the right way.[/i]

And not just say ‘Hey, sorry I banged your guy, but he begged me to fuck and mark him. Do you know why?’

Roger grumbled, flopping over backwards and pulling a cushion over his face. He debated trying to strangle himself, but settled for screaming into it instead.

#

Another hour passed, and he finally bothered to put his clothes back on. He didn’t think it made any difference, but hey, at least he was finally dressed again. Roger shifted back, leaning his head against the arm of the couch. He could have turned the TV on, distracted himself with whatever local programming was like, but he didn’t want to risk turning on an adult channel and finding out more about the local sexuality just yet.

[i]If that guy was so willing, what’s to stop everyone else from being like that?[/i]

It wasn’t that sex was bad, but…well, it had been sudden. And yes, he’d gone along with it, and yes…

[i]Fucking fucking fuck…[/i]

He was making a big deal out of it, and he didn’t even know if it needed a big deal made out of it. He was just freaking out.

[i]Tomorrow. Tomorrow, I talk to André again, and we figure out what the hell is going on.[/i]

It was way too early to go to bed, but that’s what he did. He closed his eyes, and dreamland came…and with it came far too many fantasies and wet dreams such as he hadn’t had since he was a teenager.

#

Morning came, and it arrived as a knock on the door. Roger groaned, blinking through sleep sand in his eyes, and he rolled onto his side with a grunt.

Knock-knock.

“One second…”

He managed to get one leg under him, stumbling as he leaned against the couch in the middle of the room. The room was a bit blurry until he managed to blink the worst of the sleep from his eyes, and he took his time getting to the door, not wanting to tumble over himself and go flying. His jeans felt tighter than before, but that was probably due to –

“Ugh…Wait a second!”

“Roger?” Commander André from the other side. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, just…using the toilet…”

“We will wait in the living room, then.”

The door opened just as he hustled into the bathroom, dragging the suitcase by the door with him. His cheeks burned as he realized that his pants were not just tight from his morning wood, but also from the dried-up cum from all those dreams the night before. He shucked them off, throwing them into a plastic bag from under the sink, and then pulled out some clean clothes. He started to put his leg through the fresh pair of underwear, then paused. No, he was a mess, and needed to get clean, otherwise…

Yeah. No. Shower.

He popped the door open again, meeting the eyes of the cheetahs. The one that he had fucked the day before smiled wider than the other, waving at him with curling, dancing fingers. Roger blushed.

“Uh, yeah, gonna be a bit longer than expected. Just realized that I really need a shower. Make yourselves, uh, make yourselves at home?”

“Is everything okay? You’re…acting strange,” André said, cocking his head to the side. “Is this normal for you?”

“Not really, but today’s a weird day.”

“Has something happened?”

“Uh…kinda? But I don’t want to cause problems –

”What happened?”

“…”

“Do you need to talk privately?”

“Well, that would be ideal, but – hey!”

He tried to shut the door, but it was too late; André pushed his way in without even trying, and while the cheetah was big enough to block the rest of the group from seeing him half-naked – not that his previous partner was shy about trying to look – it did mean that he was suddenly on display to the commander. His cheeks burned hotter than ever, and it didn’t help that the officer’s cheeks were just as red.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

“Well, there’s an easy way to rectify this.”

“Yes, you can give me a – oh fuck…”

Whatever else he had expected, seeing the muscular cheetah rip off his own pants wasn’t it. This time, the underwear came off, too, and the buff feline had a…well, a somewhat similar cock to his own, he was half-surprised to see. André’s did have a few little bumps along the head that were definitely new, but…well…

Then the door shut, and they were alone. Kind of. He imagined that the other cheetahs were probably pressing up against the door to listen, and he was half-naked in a bathroom with another half-naked man, and one that was covered in fur, and…staring. Staring and sniffing.

In an act of pure desperation, Roger grabbed the complimentary cologne that sat by the sink and sprayed it over his crotch. The reaction was, perhaps, unavoidable.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”

His scream rebounded off the walls as his act of stupidity left his crotch burning, and he stumbled to the bathtub beside him, desperately wrenching at the water knobs. The cheetah commander fell to his knees, covering his ears in the process, all while Roger was trying to get the water running. There was only one way to get that off.

When he tugged himself into the tub, finally able to wash the burning, stinging sensation away from his crotch, Commander André finally dragged himself back to his feet. His eyes were a bit wide, his ears pulled back, and Roger winced. He hadn’t even thought about how much that would hurt in the closed quarters for someone with more sensitive ears.

“Sorry. I…I wasn’t thinking. I panicked,” he said, dragging a washcloth over his dick as he turned in the bath, letting the water heat up again. “Are you okay?”

“Fine. I’m…going to be fine.” André shook his head, rubbing his ears along the sides and up to the tips. “But that should have pushed the others away from the door.”

“You knew?”

“More that I didn’t care…apparently.” The cheetah shook his head. “But I do now. Are you able to tell me what happened?”

“Well…”

He looked down at the water, seeing the crusty bits from the dreams slowly rising off his groin, drifting off in the water, disintegrating as they were rehydrated and then broken down by the bathwater. Rubbing the back of his head, he sighed.

“I, um…kinda ended up fucking one of your men.”

“…I beg your pardon; my ears must still be ringing. What?”

“Well…kinda more like…he kinda begged me to fuck him.”

He looked up, expecting to see incredulity, or anger, or something along those lines. Instead, he saw something like…consideration. Consideration, and maybe…envy?

[i]Oh, lord…[/i]

“What happened, precisely?” André asked.

“Well…he kinda came back when I was on the balcony, and surprised me. Nothing happened, at first, but then he gave me this look, and he asked…”

“…Yes?”

“He asked if I could pet him. On the head. If he’d done a good job.”

“…Hmm. I see.” André nodded to himself. “That’s not unheard of; we still have some behaviors from when we were on all fours that stick around. We like head-pets and such, and that’s sometimes given out by the authorized officers at the end of a shift, but that’s all. Anything else?”

“Well, do they usually get all…weird, when they get petted?”

“Weird, like how?”

“Well…purring, melting into a fluffy puddle, cuddly, affectionate, shaking their ass around?”

The way that the commander looked at him, it was clear that wasn’t usual at all. Roger sighed, looking down at the water, shaking his head.

“Yeah, well…that happened.”

“Hmm…I have to admit, I’ve never seen that, but it could be an outlier. And that’s easy to test.”

“Yeah? How?”

André grabbed the doorknob, pulling it open. No sooner had he done so than the other three cheetahs fell through, each one slamming to the floor, though still landing on their hands and feet.

“Who wants head-pets from the human?” André asked.

“ME!” all three said with wide grins.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]