Micro Rocks Pt 2: Past Anal Assumptions
Chad's ass was all that Nathaniel could think about. The soft yet puckered pink ring. How it dragged along his cock and flexed against his body. So different than all the pussy he'd been in. It was tighter.
The dark gray lion was laid out across his bed, staring up at the ceiling. Suffering from the after throes of an incredibly intense drinking game, he repeatedly stroked the pink goatee settled at the end of his short muzzle. The world would spin if he dared close his eyes. His only anchor the neon sign on the far wall. He focused intensely on the pink and blood red writing, the yellow box blurring the edges of the words. Air was forced slowly through his nose, mouth hanging open as he tried not to agitate.
Across the room, a small metal bird whizzed in circles around the globe it was attached to, chirping a small diddle. Forever it chased the hour, never quite catching it. Inside metal cogs whined together, barely audible unless an ear was pressed to it. The toy clock was broken and needed to be taken in. It hadn't been right in weeks.
Nothing had felt right since then if he was being honest with himself. Fingers stopped stroking, nails pressed. The humiliation coursing through him was a daily reminder. Just a plaything. Anger seethed deep in his belly but the lion was determined to push past it. That's what he would tell himself. A mantra for his will.
Surprising even to himself, he had kept the "moon rocks" that Chewy sold him. The rat tried to talk his way out, calling them a gift Nathaniel could use on the ladies. Some razzle-dazzle mixed with a prank for his first try. Nathaniel still kicked his ass. Catharsis never rang so true to the young lion. Yet there the bottle was, tucked away on the shelf in his desk alongside the rest of the paraphernalia. An enigma. He'd lied to Chad, said the batch was bad and it had been tossed. The fat panda did nothing but smugly laugh and prattle on about being right. Nathaniel wanted to pull his damn face piercings out, there was a variety to choose from. Rigidly it was laughed off instead. Since then a plan had hatched into his brain and slowly started nagging. At first it was ignorable but by now it had festered into an obsession. Perhaps it wasn't the best that he and Chad had gone through most a bottle.
Tonight was the night though. No more backing out. No more excuses. But still...still he remembered. That consuming tightness wrapped around his body. the sensation of movement as muscles shifted and contracted him a long. Courage faltered. Chad's ass was seared into his mind.
'You really gonna let that be the final straw?' he mentally battered himself. 'You always win.'
Without thinking, he leaned over and snatched a hidden bottle of whiskey from between the bed and the wall. The smell of the swill was revolting and made his mouth and throat burn. Mixed well with anger.
The lion sat there, dazed as his brain processed. In one quick movement, he rolled to the floor and grabbed the small trash can. Body wretched into the bag as ears pressed flat. This went on for some time, morphing into dry heaves until finally he was left weak. Forced to crawl shakily back onto the bed covered in sweat, feeling strangely better. Very much drained, but better. The anxiety wasn't an acidic knot agitating his stomach anymore. He knew what would make himself feel better. Shakily, he sat shakily back up, pushed the trashcan out of the way with a foot and wobbled over to his desk, collapsing onto the rolling armchair.
From one of the many small shelves, he grabbed a mini bubbler. Around six inches tall, the blue and green glass held just enough water in the chunky bottom to cool a large hit. Though the bowl was significantly smaller than Chad's sugar cane, it was perfect for nightly use. The metal grinder contained some leftover leaf from earlier and he packed a very small bowl, lighting just the tip of the edge, holding in the smoke with closed eyes. Relief coursed through him as he exhaled skunk and pine across the room.
Stomach churned from sour to content. Brain pickled into a cocktail as the highs entwined. Exceedingly stoned, determination for his fool's errand giggled back to life.
He wobbled to his feet. The world stayed still.....relatively. It was good enough for him. Arms contorted awkwardly as the shirt was pulled over his average sized frame. Casually, the garment was tossed onto the bed. Pants quickly followed. His reflection caught in the full body mirror shoved into the corner. Many sleepless nights had sunk drunken eyes deep into his skull. The white eye markings underneath emphasized the wild gaze from the yellow orbs. Creamy light pink mane while normally well kept had become long and unruly. The fluffy hair continued into a triangle with the point trailing away down his chest only to restart just under his navel and meld into his crotch. The dark grey fur on his body was consistent, darkening to almost black around his nose, hands, feet, groin, and the tip of his tail. He turned away with a hiccup.
This was crazy. He was crazy for wanting to do this but he had to even the score. No more stalling, no more thinking. Hands shook as he grabbed the container, the child's scrawl taunting this time. Clumsy and with shaking hands he stuffed the bowl. By the end, his finger pads stuck together grabbing the orange lighter. He set fire to his fixation. Chest cavity ablaze, he stumbled awkwardly back over to the bed. Lifting a curtain he exhaled long and hard into the night. Coughing he choked through second hit. When done, he placed the piece on the sill. The high blossomed quick. Nathaniel stood in the center of his room.
He waited and waited. The broken bird tried to catch the half hour and failed.
Suddenly he buried his face into the crux of his arm. Fucking hell! Why'd his eyes burn this time? The cold started as a small glimmer deep in his core. It grew and crept over his organs, spreading towards the surface. He stumbled backwards, heart pedaling faster. Nausea doubled him over and he clutched his stomach, thankful everything was already running empty.
Both feelings slowly began to pass and he opened his eyes. Everything was huge. Desk, bed, dresser; all towered around him. The perspective shift was overwhelming to his addled brain. Downwards he stared at the carpet, focused and steadfast. It wasn't helping. It was startling how long and ripped up the fibers were. Fur, dirt and fuzz gathered in layers. He stopped himself, halfway down to touching. Now was not the time to get critical of his own lifestyle. His attention wobbled away, eyes blinking slightly out of sync.
Nathaniel staggered forward a few steps then decided it was easier on all fours to counter his horrible balance. Headfirst, he sloppily shoved himself underneath his door and wiggled out into the hallway. At this hour, the apartment was settled comfortably in shadows and silence. Neither a problem for the feline. He padded across and slunk under Chad's door.
Everything inside was bathed in the radioactive green light. The bear tended to be all nerves in the dark. The supplying lava lamp churned slowly on the bedside dresser. Both pieces of furniture were tucked away into the far corner. Every inch of wall had a picture. Posters, sheets of paper, postcards. Each aligned carefully into the other to achieve optimal surface coverage. Nathaniel wasn't even sure he knew the original color of Chad's wall.
The micro lion crept around dirty laundry and the many discarded items strewn about till he reached the metal leg of the bed frame. Every few inches a hole was punched to allow for adjustable height. The cat found them perfect use as a ladder. Each step higher the anticipation increased. The spirits encouraged a smooth head trip and quelled any doubts. The comforter hung low as balck claws transitioned smoothly. Hesitation hit as he reached the top of the bed.
Chad's massive feet stood before him. Upside down, they flexed as the bear dreamt. The giant beans black and speckled with pink were rough and weathered. Thick neatly cut black claws dug into the bed. The panda was laying on his stomach, covers strewn over his body, leaving his limbs exposed. The bed just barely big enough for his height.
Nathaniel crept carefully between the giant furry digits and toward his prize. The mattress gave way slightly with each step. Through the moving green shadows he could see Chad's tail twitch on top of the titanic ass. Breathlessly, he passed the bear's knees. Chad's cock was tucked under his body but massive balls were splayed eagerly. Heat radiated from each large testicle as Nathaniel got closer. Occasionally one side would pull closer or shift away, daunting to the much smaller lion. Nathaniel ignored them, grabbed onto the meaty portion of Chad's thigh and hoisted himself up. Through fistfuls of white fur, he scaled the mountain of flesh but kept losing grip about half way up. "No,no,no!" he whispered fervently as he slid backwards trying to get purchase but hesitant to use claws.
After a few failed tries the flamboyant lion groaned. There was another option. He watched embittered as the tawny ball sack swelled. The skin hung loose and smooth, trying to keep temperature. Hesitantly, he stretched out a hand to touch it. Still familiar. It was hard to smother the memories. He was so close now. The heavy orb held his weight as he crawled up on hands and knees, warm flesh grippy as it stuck mildly to his palms. Crawling his way up the large sack, skin and fur beginning to tighten into taint as he went.
The cat remained on his knees, hands starting to quiver and shake in anticipation. The huge fluffy tail like a big red bow surrounded by white fur. Tail twitched and for a second the soft insides could be seen before everything tightened back up. The pungent order of the panda's most primal smell wafted across his face. Nathaniel wanted his present. He lifted the tail like a hatch and stared down the soft flesh, cast green like a radioactive star but still the same from memory. His hand slid from hip to shaft, grabbing a handful of his own junk. Already he was halfway hard. With each fondle he grew bigger, skin started to pull back against his head. A moment of pause as he licked a large glob of spit into his hand and continued. His foreskin pulled back and his head twitched in the open air.
The lion wobbled forward, grabbing the base of the tail for support. The soft flesh pressed against his stomach and thighs. His cock thrust against the warmth, head poking just inside. He spit into his hand again. A fresh coating and his head slid easily between the sensitive walls. A few thrusts got himself comfortable then a fast hard pace was set. Hips smacked against the flesh, flexing hole enjoying the abuse. It was tighter than memory. Felt so good. Claws dug into fur and the panda's tail quivered against his body. The lion leaned backwards enjoying himself disappear over and over into the tight star. A few more strong thrusts and suddenly the pleasure was too far gone. Everything tightened as his heartbeat filled his ears and his body spasmed in rolling waves, pouring long hot spurts into his roommate. The afterglow left him paralyzed in the silent room. A long deep breath oozed from his body as Nathaniel slowly came back down to earth. A drunken wet grin as tongue lolled from his mouth. An arm wound up and he gave Chad's ass a proud smack of ownership.
Checkmate.