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-Party Animal-

If one were to ask Ross what his favorite activity was, partying with a bunch of drunk strangers was

pretty low on the list. Yet, here he was, standing in the corner with his light beer while a cheap

strobelight flashed colors on the graffiti-tagged walls. Just the sight of it nearly made him nauseous.

The geeky ferret had been dragged here by his very loud, very extroverted friend Josh, but he'd "gone

to have a chat" with a scantily-dressed girl only a few minutes into the event. It'd nearly been an hour

since then, and Ross reckoned they were doing a bit more than chewing the fat.

He could have tolerated the drunk idiots gyrating around, a hair's breadth away from fucking on the

dance floor. He could have dealt with the aroma of sweat and stale booze that hung over this place like

a miasma. The thing that really, truly got his goat though was the music. Why did it have to be so

fucking loud? He supposed conversation wasn't the goal here, but how the hell were you supposed to

even have a casual chat while your eardrums were being vaporized?

Ross finished his beer and placed it gingerly on a cheap card table nearby, stuffing his hands into the

pockets of his hoodie. "Get out and schmooze," Josh had said. "Don't you wanna lose your v-card,

dude? You ain't gonna get laid sittin' around paintin' those Warcraft miniatures all day." It was

Warhammer, he had thought to reply, but refrained. Correcting him would've made him seem like even

more of a dork than he already was.

The ferret mentally kicked himself for letting that idiot talk him into another pointless venture. If he'd

brought his own car, he could have left whenever he wanted to, but Josh had given him a ride.

Groaning, aching for a cigarette and a sulk, he made for the entrance. Ross had to push past a few

people, as the event was packed like a sardine can, but he eventually squeezed out through the front

door and onto the sidewalk. The scent of booze and sweat gave way to the normal city odors--namely

piss and wet asphalt. What a miserable night.

Staring down at his shoes and fishing around in his pocket for a lighter, he nearly scrambled backward

in surprise when a voice interrupted his brooding. "Damn, I didn't know they let dweebs like you in."

The tone was raspy and high, like someone who smoked and drank every day of the week ending in Y.

His head turned in surprise, eyes blinking incredulously as the form of the stranger came into view.

She was an inch or so shorter than him, and the pointy snout and long, fleshy tail gave her away as a

possum. Her outfit was what drew his attention, however. She wore a black denim jacket covered in

metal studs and patches, most of bands he'd never even heard of. Comically short shorts terminated just

below her crotch, with completely torn nylon tights continuing down to her burnt red Doc Martens.

Atop her head was an oversized knit beanie, with dreadlocks hanging out from either side.

"Uh." Ross managed, swallowing hard. "Yeah--I mean, no. I'm not a dweeb." He replied, sheepishly.

"It's just not my kinda scene, y'know?" His own outfit felt starkly plain by comparison, just a black

hoodie, blue jeans, and a pair of Chuck Taylor knockoffs.

"Whatever. You got a cigarette?" She asked, curtly. He had no reason to share his Camel filters, but he

found his hand reaching into his pocket anyway, tugging out the slightly squished pack. Fingering one

free, he handed it over to the possum.

"Thanks." She grunted, and Ross noticed her piercings for the first time. She had a few rings in each

fleshy ear, and one on her left brow. He'd always wanted to get some himself, but he knew Josh would

just call him a fag if he did.

"You uh," His companion began, clearing her throat expectantly. "You gonna light that for me, dude?"

"Oh! Yeah, yeah--lemme just..." Ross stammered, before fishing out his lighter, an old Zippo he'd

gotten from his dad. It was something of a family heirloom, passed down from his grandpa who'd been

in some war or another. It just looked shabby and tarnished now, any insignias or etchings faded from

years of use. She placed the cigarette in her mouth, leaning in toward him as he sparked the lighter,

shakily lifting it up. The cherry formed as she inhaled in slow puffs, and his hand retreated, before he

drew and lit his own.

"So what are you doing in a dump like this? To be honest, it doesn't really look like your scene either."

Ross chimed in, before expelling a thin cloud of smoke in front of him. "It's all frat bros and like, drunk

bitches in there."

"Yeah, pretty much." The possum chuckled, and Ross thought in that moment that she looked way

cooler holding her cigarette than he did. "They let chicks in for free though. Kinda fucked up if ya

think about it. Guys gotta pay like, ten bucks for their shitty solo cup, but girls can drink as much as

they want without payin'. It's a little predatory, ain't it?"

"How do you figure?" The ferret asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"It's set up like that so girls are drawn in for free drinks, and the guys get to benefit from a bunch of

chicks showing up and getting sloshed. Easy lays, and all that."

"Oh, yeah." Ross groaned, taking another drag. "It's pretty like...barbaric, ain't it?"

"Yeah."

"So, why do you go?" He asked, trying to mask the eagerness in his voice. Shit, he couldn't remember

the last time he'd had a decent conversation with a girl who wasn't his mom.

"Cos I like getting fucked up for free, same as the rest of 'em. I even like brainless chuds trying to get

into my pants. I usually come here when I'm feeling...particularly self-destructive." She grinned with

that last statement, though Ross wasn't sure if he was supposed to take it as a joke.

"Oh! Shit, well...that's somethin' alright." He replied, awkwardly. "Don't gotta worry about me. I may

be a chud, but I have a few brain cells to rub together, last time I checked."

"You get dragged here? Lemme guess: a friend who was trying to get you laid. I'm imagining you're

something of a shut-in." The possum jabbed, exhaling a plume of smoke from her nostrils.

"Guilty as charged." The ferret shrugged. "Though I think the whole 'getting laid' plan is kind of a bust.

Of course, my buddy drove me here, so I'm kinda stranded for the time being."

"So you are." She mused, her cigarette much further along than his was. He'd mostly been letting it

burn at his side, drawn into the conversation as he was. "I could give you a lift home if you wanted. As

long as it isn't across the bridge or nothin'. I don't exactly have toll money." The possum grunted, idly

flicking one of her low-hanging dreads.

This offer surprised him greatly. Hell, they'd only just met. Ross didn't even know this girl's name, but

she was gonna give him a ride back downtown? "Uh...sure, I mean..." He began, rubbing at his muzzle

in thought. "You don't look, like, fucked up at all though. Did you even go inside yet?"

"Nah." She responded, casually. "I usually have to get in the right headspace to debase myself for an

entire night. You caught me in the process."

"Well, I don't want to interrupt...that, I guess." He replied, voice cracking a bit.

"Listen, dude. I wouldn't offer if it wasn't something I wanted to do. I don't ever do shit I don't wanna

do." The possum sighed, rolling her eyes. "So do you want to go home or not? I hear they're playing

Sicko Mode for the fifth fuckin' time already."

"Y-yeah, I'd very much like to leave, thank you." He croaked, constantly feeling like he was on the

back foot in this conversation.

"Fine. Let's go then."

---

Her car was parked around the back of the building, sandwiched between a pair of overpriced sports

cars. Trust fund kids, Ross thought, and shook his head in contempt. Perhaps it was due to the

juxtaposition of those shiny rides versus hers, but the possum's vehicle looked...Well, it was not

something you'd want to ride up to your junior prom in, that was for certain. She drove an old Subaru

Legacy wagon from the 90s, with a completely oxidized blue paintjob and rust spots so large he could

fit his hand through them.

"The passenger's seat doesn't slide back--I think I got something wedged in the track. So your knees

are probably gonna be touchin' the dash." His new 'friend' warned, and as he peered through the dirty

windows, he noticed the interior wasn't much better.

The ash tray was stuffed full of butts, and a few changes of clothes were strewn across the seats. His

face flushed a bit as he saw some of her underwear, though the cargo space in the back was what really

drew his eye. A futon mattress was stuffed into the trunk area, with a pillow and a few blankets and

comforters messily arranged atop it.

"You live in here?" He asked before thinking. "I-I mean, not that there's like, anything wrong with that.

It's kind of a sweet setup, really."

"Yeah." She said, popping open the driver's side door. "I told you I don't like doing shit I don't wanna

do. Working for a shitty boss and paying taxes on a shitty house ain't really my bag."

"Well, it is Jersey." He conceded, the idea of owning his own home a distant dream for him as well.

Not wanting to disparage her choice of lodgings when she was offering him a lift home, Ross simply

opened the door and climbed in.

She was right about the legroom. He immediately felt cramped in his little seat, groaning with exertion

as he tried to maneuver into a position that at least vaguely resembled comfort. Failing in his efforts, he

sighed, closing the door and trapping himself in that sweat-and-cigarette-scented rust bucket.

The punky possum turned the key in the ignition, and the engine struggled to turn over a few times

before it finally roared to life. The aging stereo system kicked on, and Ross noticed she had one of

those cassette player aux adapters hooked up to a first-gen iPod.

"Damn, blast from the past." He grinned, pointing at it.

"Yeah, I gotta keep it plugged in 'cos the battery's toast, but it still works alright."

"Don't you like, have a phone?"

"Nah." She responded. "I don't have anybody to call, and social media gives people fuckin' brain

worms. If I really gotta get a hold of somebody, I'll borrow a phone, or use the library's computers or

somethin'."

The idea of this crusty punk sitting in a public library amused Ross greatly, but he kept any teasing

words he thought of to himself. "Fair enough. You know where the Taco Bell is downtown? My

apartment's like, just across from that, in a big complex."

"Yeah, I've been there a few times. Three beef burritos for three bucks, hard to beat."

"I usually get whatever box they have going." Ross commented idly, looking out the window as she

pulled away from the spot. The brakes squeaked loudly, briefly drowning out the tinny-sounding

speakers.

"Ooh, rich tastes I see." The possum teased, and just like that, they were on the road. Ross reckoned it

was only about five minutes by car to his place, but the walk was substantially longer. He was pretty

out of shape, too, if he was being honest. "So, rich boy, why didn't you just get an Uber home?"

"I use this like, prepaid card thing for my...well, I guess you'd call it a business. And those rideshare

apps really don't like accepting it." He replied, scratching his head. "I paint miniatures for people."

"Pfff. Like, those little tchotchkes grandmas keep on their mantles and shit?" She laughed, shooting

him a glance. "That's super lame."

"No! No. They're like, for this tabletop game called Warhammer. Like, fantasy stuff, orcs and elves and

shit."

"I'm not sure if that's worse or better." The possum guffawed, and Ross noticed she snorted a bit when

she laughed. "So you really are a fuckin' dweeb. I was just messin' with you at first, but damn. I guess I

have a good eye."

He groaned audibly, shaking his head. "Yeah, I guess so."

"Well, don't worry. I'll have you home to your gay little fairy realm real soon." She taunted, giving him

a very toothy grin. "But not before you buy me some of those burritos. Now that we're talkin' about

'em, I got the munchies."

"Ain't no such thing as a free ride, huh?" Ross smiled, and moments later, the dimly-lit bell sign was

visible in the distance.

---

They ordered their food and pulled into a spot in the sprawling, abandoned parking lot adjacent to the

Taco Bell. It was dark and a little bit creepy, the specter of a long-defunct Caldor supermarket looming

over them. The woman beside him had barely put the Subaru in park before reaching into the bag,

scarfing down her first burrito in what felt like record time.

Ross watched her for a moment or two before reaching into his own box, his fingers instantly soiled by

the overly-seasoned nacho fries. He saw her eyeing them, and reluctantly allowed her to take a few.

"So is this a typical day for you?" Ross asked between bites, taking a sip of his Baja Blast. She also

eyed this, and he felt his heart race a bit at the thought of her taking a sip from his drink. He allowed it,

trying not to watch her too intently as she gulped down a few mouthfuls.

"That shit's gross." She coughed, before composing herself. "But yeah, I guess so. Drive around, get

drunk, get high, eat greasy garbage. I'm never really in one place for too long, since I usually follow

this one band around that I really like."

"Oh yeah? What band?"

"The Drilled Cunts." She replied, as if the name was commonplace. "Lead singer fuckin'...shits himself

on stage sometimes. Gets into fights with people. It's a great time."

"The...Drilled Cunts. Got it." He managed, taking a sip from his drink. Shit, it was almost like

he'd...indirectly kissed her or something.

"Yeah, they had to cancel this year's tour though. Frontman got some bad heroin or somethin', fucked

him up real bad. Almost OD'ed."

"Do uh, do you do heroin?" He asked, swallowing hard.

"Nah." The possum huffed. "I don't. Not like I could afford it anyway."

"Ah, well...that's good." He sighed in relief, finishing up his nacho fries. They sat in that dark,

abandoned parking lot, eating and chatting for what felt like ages. When their meals were finished and

the empty wrappers were all stuffed into the bag, Ross had the sudden realization that he didn't want to

leave.

"What's your name?" The ferret finally asked, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. His knees ached. "I

just realized I never asked."

"Neither did I, to be fair." His friend responded, leaning back in her seat and patting her stomach. "It's

Kathleen."

"That's a pretty nice name. I'm Ross." He responded, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.

"It's weird to say, since I was miserable not even a half hour ago. But I kinda had fun tonight. This was

nice."

"Pfff. It's pretty sad that this is your idea of a fun time." Kathleen snickered, stretching out her legs and

groaning. Ross was immediately jealous that she had the room to do so. "Here's my advice. Stick to

your fruity little miniature painting if that's what you enjoy. Don't let other people talk you into doing

shit you don't wanna do." She urged, her tail lazily plopping on the scratched, faded center console

between them. He felt the warmth through his clothes and shivered.

"Yeah, but like..." He started, clearing his throat. "If I hadn't gone to that shitty house party, I wouldn't

have met you, right?"

"God, you're a virgin." The possum moaned, rolling her eyes. "You act like we went on a date or

something. You rode in my shitty old beater and bought me burritos off the dollar menu."

"Yeah, well...maybe that's the closest thing to an actual date I've ever been on." He admitted, feeling a

bit deflated at the realization. "I was in an online relationship for a little while, but it turned out to be

some forty-year-old dude behind the screen."

"Yeowch." Kathleen winced. "Tough break."

"Yeah." Ross replied, leaning his head back and sighing. "Anyway, I guess you can take me back to my

place now. I gotta send out a few invoices for more grandma tchotchkes."

"Right." She said, buckling her seatbelt and putting her hands on the wheel. She hesitated for a few

seconds, though, turning to give him a glance. The expression on her face was unreadable.

"Unless you wanna, I dunno, crash at my pad tonight." The possum finally blurted out, nonchalant as

ever. "I've got some miniatures of my own in the back. And by that I mean those like, little tiny bottles

of alcohol. It tastes like paint thinner."

Ross blinked at her. "Wha--I don't...You serious?" He asked, realizing he was gripping the door

armrest hard enough to sink his claws into it. "Is...is there even enough room for like, two people?"

"You'd be surprised." She grinned, showing off her teeth again. Ross felt his heart beating out of his

chest, his mouth feeling dry. He took another sip of his drink.

"Well...yeah! Totally! I mean, if you want me to." The ferret managed, shifting once again in his seat.

"Anything to uh, to get the blood flowing back in my legs, y'know?"

Ross made to open the door, but Kathleen moved first, taking off her seatbelt and awkwardly

clambering over the center console into the back. Ross swallowed hard at the sight of her ass wiggling

its way past the foldable bench seat and into that shabby futon in the cargo area. "C'mon, loser." She

chided, and he quickly followed suit, even less graceful than she'd been.

The backseat was full of clothes and rubbish, and he gasped as his hand fell on a pair of underwear.

Were these clean clothes? A perverse part of him sort of hoped they weren't. He wriggled about until he

was on his knees, leaning over the back of the seat to look at her. "Really, uh, really spacious place

you've got here." He huffed, feeling like he'd just gotten into parkour.

"It takes some getting used to, but at least I don't have a landlord." Kathleen sneered, before reaching

under the seat, pulling out a plastic Food Lion bag. As far as Ross knew, they didn't even have any

locations in NJ, but she did mention skipping town pretty frequently. She handed it to him, before

stripping off her Doc Martens, a pair of mismatching socks underneath.

Ross opened it and realized it was full of those tiny bottles of liquor he often saw at the checkout

counter at his local Wine & Spirits place. There were various types, but most of it was vodka, whiskey,

or gin. "Why don't you just buy a big bottle of the cheap shit?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow at her.

"Who says I buy 'em?" The possum replied, and he didn't have much to say to that. Instead, he watched

as she peeled off her socks. A mundane affair for her, but it was the closest he'd gotten to watching a

girl strip in front of him.

"So..." He eventually mustered, clearing his throat. "Do you normally sleep in places like this? Creepy

old abandoned supermarkets?"

"Nah." She shook her head. "Usually I slum it at Walmart. Tons of people park their RVs there

overnight, so I figured they wouldn't care if I did the same. Haven't gotten any grief about it yet."

Kathleen sat upright, pulling off her jacket and revealing the loose-fitting tanktop beneath. For the

faintest moment, Ross caught a glimpse of that golden area where her underarm met her breast. The

crotch of his jeans seemed a little tighter all of a sudden.

"Ah, makes sense." He nervously responded, feeling in that moment like his life was extremely boring

compared to hers. Every day was a new adventure for this chick. He spent what felt like ages thinking

of what to say, where to drive their conversation next. Kathleen interrupted him by patting the futon

next to her.

"Come on dude. Don't be a pussy." She jabbed, and Ross gaped at her for a moment. Letting the bag of

liquor bottles fall onto the mattress, he carefully scrambled over the seat, nearly hitting his head on the

ceiling as he found himself seated beside her. His posture was extremely tense, his back straight, his

hands resting on his thighs.

"So you really ain't never even been on a date? Kissed a girl, even?" The possum inquired, placing a

pillow on the wheel well before leaning back onto it. Her legs were touching him, a fact that sent a little

tremor up his spine.

"N-nope. Not even close." He huffed. "I was a huge dork in high school. I held a girl's hand during a

theater performance once--I'd say that's like, my greatest achievement in love."

"Yikes man. I think I'm gonna need one of those if I gotta keep listenin' to this shit." Kathleen pointed

to that plastic bag, and Ross hastily fished her out one of the bottles. "You should take one too."

Ross was not much of a drinker. That single piss beer he'd quaffed earlier had been enough to get him a

little tipsy. Still, he wrapped his fingers around one of those tiny 50ml shooters. It said J&B Scotch on

the label, and he...vaguely knew what scotch was. He was aware of it as a concept.

The possum cracked the cap on hers, guzzling it down in one long pull. She turned her gaze toward him

afterward, tilting her head in what seemed to be a challenging manner. "C'mon, don't be a pussy." It

may as well have been her catchphrase at this point, but it didn't make it any less effective. Steeling

himself, Ross uncapped the miniature bottle and pressed it to his lips. Lifting his head, he let that bitter,

burning fluid drain into his maw.

The ferret wasn't sure himself how he'd managed to swallow it, as once he'd done so, he felt like he

couldn't breathe. "Gkkhh!" Ross gagged, coughing and sputtering as Kathleen laughed it up beside

him. "God, that's fucking awful. Christ..."

"You get used to it." She reassured him, once her cackling had subsided. "You should've seen your face

though, ha! Priceless."

"Maybe if you had a phone, you could have taken a picture of it." He fired back, a little annoyed, but

the mirth in her eyes was admittedly contagious. Plus, it wasn't like he was a stranger to being the butt

of a joke. His tongue and throat ached as he leaned back himself, feeling a bit more relaxed.

"People nowadays are way too focused on taking pictures of shit. Like, dude, no one gives a fuck that

you went to some expensive restaurant."

"I guess so." Ross shrugged, though he was starting to feel the tendrils of that scotch reaching their way

into his brain. He felt a little woozy. "It always just makes me feel like shit, seeing people with way

better lives than me."

"Their lives ain't shit though, they only show ya the good parts. I say eating Taco Bell and getting

plastered in the back of a shitbox from the 90s is a way better time than whatever those fucks are up

to." Ross perked up a bit at this. Did that mean she was having a good time with him?

"Yeah. Yeah! Here's to being weirdos in the back of a station wagon." He laughed, pulling the both of

them out a new bottle. This time, it was something called Absolut, which said it was vodka and didn't

lie. It burned, and he whined like a baby, but the drinks were going down a little easier now.

---

As it turned out, five shots was more than enough to make sitting up straight a difficult task. He

thought he was slurring his speech a little bit, and he was definitely talking way louder than he

normally did. Kathleen handled her liquor much better than him, but even she was acting a little sloppy.

"And so that's the story of how I totally walked in on one of my old bandmates fisting his boyfriend.

Like, full-on--" She pantomimed the action by pushing her fist through her other hand until her fingers

were wrapped around her forearm. "So I left, and it never came up in conversation again."

"Ho-ly fuck. That's..." He stopped to let out a little belch. "That's insaaane. Good for them, though,

right? At least they're gettin' freaky, unlike somebody I know."

"Yeah, Mr. Kissless Virgin. I bet you'd nut from a light breeze blowin' across your nether regions." The

possum cackled, and Ross laughed a little too.

"Yeah, you're probably right. Gotta defend my virginity, s'why I paint all those little miniatures. They

protect me in the night."

Kathleen rose to her knees, crawling over toward him. "Well, those little fuckers ain't here to save ya

now." She grinned, wolfishly, and his eyes were drawn to the massive tract of cleavage her loose-fitting

tanktop revealed to him. The fabric was old and fraying at the edges, and he couldn't help but notice her

nipples slightly poking out beneath. She wasn't wearing a bra?

"H-hey now, what're you--" He stammered, feeling a spike of anxiety as she loomed over him. The

possum cut him off by placing one soft, delicate hand on his crotch, her face mere inches away from

his own. Ross gasped, inhaling the mixed aroma of cigarette smoke, sweat, and her liquor-infused

breath.

"Oops. Skipped right over first base, didn't I?" The marsupial slurred, fingers tracing along the denimcovered outline of his cock as she leaned in closer, planting a soft, wet kiss on his muzzle. His eyes widened, then rolled back slightly, his length throbbing against her touch as he shared his first kiss with this strange, wild woman. Her kisses were assertive and...practiced, whereas Ross was simply trying his best to keep up with her. He shivered and whined into the oral embrace as her tongue found its way into his mouth, gliding tenderly across his own. All the while, her soft hand continued stroking him, the ferret squirming and gently rolling his hips against the pleasurable sensation.

"Hahh..." He panted once she'd momentarily broken that lusty, tantalizing kiss. "Can--fuck, can I take them off?" He moaned, hands already fumbling with his belt.

"You tell me, genius. Don't be--"

"A pussy, yeah. Got it." Ross mustered, shaky hands taking much longer than he would have liked

unfastening his belt. His fly followed, and before long he was shuffling his way awkwardly out of his

jeans. Ross wore a pair of tight boxer briefs, which were black with green stitching. The emblem of the

Green Lantern was emblazoned across his crotch.

"I don't know what I expected." Kathleen laughed, rolling her eyes. "God, you're such a fuckin'

dweeb."

"Yeah, that's...that's fair." The ferret groaned, having trouble forming coherent sentences at this point.

All the blood that was normally in his brain was flowing right down into his cock, his underwear

holding back an almost painful erection. His new friend grinned, before gliding her fingers beneath his

waistband, gripping his shaft and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Ross moaned, maw agape as she began to slowly stroke him off. "F-fuck! Fuuuck, this feels...so much

better than when I do it..." He whimpered, ears pinning back against his head.

"Don't pop your cork already, dumbass." Kathleen grinned, before she let him go. Leaning back on her

pillow once more, she began to strip out of her shorts, leaving her in those delightfully shredded tights.

Blood pounded in his ears as his eyes drifted upward, and he realized with a start that the crotch of her

nylons was completely torn. A flash of pink met his gaze, and he almost couldn't believe what he was

looking at.

Kathleen's pussy was a sight he reckoned would be burned into his mind for the rest of his life. It was

clear she didn't bother with grooming, a wild shock of pubic fur nestled right about that heavenly slit.

What made it more exciting for him, if that was even possible, were the gnarly piercings she had

downstairs, a pair of silver rings through her outer labia. He'd always been weirded out by the fact that

people decided to put holes in their own junk, but it seemed to suit Kathleen perfectly.

"A bunch of firsts tonight, huh?" She snickered, noticing him staring, wide-eyed, at her crotch. "Yeah,

some douchebag ripped the crotch of these out a few years back. I was pissed--I don't exactly go

clothes shopping on the regular."

"Hahh...Fuck, I'm not complaining." Ross grinned, stupidly, tugging his jeans the rest of the way off and sliding the waistband of his boxer briefs down below his fuzzy sack. Just then, a nagging, fun-ruining voice in his mind chimed in. Ahem, are you really about to fuck this girl without a condom?

"You don't got like, a rubber or anything, do you?" The ferret inquired, bashfully. His cock was

throbbing, already dribbling pre-spunk as he climbed over top of her.

"Fresh out." She laughed, as if this was a dumb question on his part. "Those fuckin' things ain't cheap,

y'know. Aren't guys supposed to keep one in their wallet or somethin'?"

"Nah, the uh, the body heat makes them deteriorate faster? I think? I remember reading somewhere that

you're not s'posed to do that." Ross swallowed hard, unable to keep his eyes off of her. His heart felt

like it was about to beat right out of his chest and flop onto the futon in front of him. "Plus, I wasn't

actually expecting to get laid tonight, if I'm being honest."

"Well then." She grinned, grabbing a hold of his leaky dick and giving it a few solid pumps. "Guess if

you're too chicken to fuck a girl you just met bareback, you ain't losin' that v-card tonight."

Fuck. There was no way he was getting this far and turning around. He moaned, her dainty, soft fingers

feeling amazing on him. Don't be a pussy, he repeated in his head like a mantra, before nodding quickly

to her. "I--I ain't no chicken." Ross huffed, feeling magma hot beneath his fur as she released his cock,

letting him take the lead.

He was seriously between a girl's legs right now, with his dick out. He'd been dreaming about this since

high school, but now that he was actually moments away from penetrating her, he felt a spike of

anxiety. She fucked other dudes all the time, what if he didn't measure up? His cock was only a little

above average, and there was no way his stamina was gonna measure up to some of the other guys she

slept with.

He didn't have time to sit there doubting himself, though. Kathleen hooked her arms under his

shoulders, her legs wrapping around his waist. He felt her heels pressing against the backs of his thighs,

the punky possum hugging him against her. Ross shuddered, tongue lolling out of his mouth in a

soundless cry of ecstasy and surprise as he felt that slick, heated tunnel enveloping his dick up to the

root. God, she was soaked!

"Nnnhh...there you go." She moaned, her inner walls pulsing gently around him. So this was what sex

felt like? It was unreal. Ross trembled, hands pushing down the futon on either side of her head as he

just lay there atop her for a moment, collecting himself.

"Holy fuck..." Was all he managed to get out, his cock twitching as she leaned up with a groan,

pressing her muzzle against his. They swapped alcohol-laced spit as he pulled his hips back, before

gently driving them home again. His fuzzy nuts tensed up against his groin already, her messy pubes

tickling his crotch as he started to work up to a steady rhythm.

"Fuck..." Kathleen gasped, a strand of saliva connecting their maws as she shivered beneath him.

"That's good. Keep it up."

"I-I don't think..." He began, his heart racing, butterflies in his stomach, "I don't think I can. It feels

amazing..."

"Then slow down, dumbass. It's not a--nnhh--it's not a fuckin' race." The possum fired back, and Ross

took her advice, his thrusts slowing to a comfortable rolling of his hips as he returned to kissing her. Up

this close, her body odor was fairly strong, wafting into his nostrils and making his head swim. He

always thought a clean, pretty, well-dressed girl was his type, but in that moment, he was awash in the

rawness of it all.

Hesistating for a moment, he reached up with his right hand, cupping one of her breasts. He wasn't sure

why he was surprised by this, but as his palm glided along that soft, squishy mound, the ferret realized

that his companion's nipples were pierced. His cock throbbed inside Kathleen as he groped her, the

possum beneath him mewling softly into their shared oral embrace.

He broke that kiss for a moment, leaning back and admiring the way his dick looked disappearing into

her tight, warm, pierced little tunnel. He rocked his hips against her own, feeling her gripping around

him, her insides quivering each time his cock bottomed out. "God, you're so fucking hot..." He slurred,

still quite drunk.

"I get that a lot..." She whispered, before pulling Ross back down atop her, legs lifting and wrapping

around his waist. She locked her ankles behind his back, before taking one of his hands in her own, and

placing it around her throat.

Ross clammed up, a little confused. "What're you, uh...what're you doing?" He asked, swallowing hard.

She was panting, tongue hanging out of her mouth in the hottest expression he'd ever seen in his life.

"I want you to choke me a little." She responded, matter-of-factly, squeezing around him with her legs

for emphasis. "It gets me off."

"Are you sure? I don't really know if that's--"

"Yeah. So do it. I'll tap you on the side if you're going too hard. Now get back to fucking me or I'm

gonna lose all this buildup."

"Yeah...yeah! Okay, I'll do that." Ross stammered, eyes fixed on her slender throat. He pulled his hips

back as far as her tight leg lock allowed, before pushing his cock right back inside of her, fingers

clenching gently around Kathleen's neck. She moaned, and he could feel her pulse against his digits,

throbbing away.

"Fuck..." The possum whined, eyes half-lidded as she held onto her partner's sides, and he felt her

swallowing as he continued applying pressure. This was...new, and a little scary to Ross, but he didn't

want to disappoint her. God, he really, really didn't want to disappoint her.

"You like that?" He growled, trying to sound mean, but his voice cracked about halfway through.

"Harder..." Kathleen croaked, her pussy positively clamping down around him. Holy fuck, she was

seriously into this sorta shit. Ross moaned at the sensation, unable to help himself. He picked up the

pace, his crotch mashing against her own as wet sounds filled the small, messy vehicle. All the while,

his hand clenched tighter around her throat, to the point where it must have hurt.

"Ghhh--Fuck...fuuuuck..." She managed, clearly having trouble speaking properly with how tight he

was squeezing. "D-don't fuckin' stop, I'm...Ohhh fuck I'm cumming~" Her thighs tensed on either side

of him, that leg lock growing almost uncomfortably tight as it forced his lower torso forward, his cock

buried to the hilt inside of her.

Excited at the prospect of making a girl cum during his first real sexual encounter, Ross felt his heart

racing, the ferret pumping into her with quick, shallow thrusts. Suddenly, the possum's back arched, her

toes curling in pleasure as she let out a loud squeal, muffled somewhat by his hand around her neck. He

felt her inner walls squeezing around him like a vice, so tight that she almost forced him right out of

her. "Oh God, oh fuck..." Ross whimpered, suddenly panicking. He was perilously close to his own

orgasm, and was suddenly scrambling to try and pull out.

Unfortunately, trying to pry her legs from around his waist only served to stimulate his cock further,

any movement threatening to send him over the edge. The ferret cried out in a peculiar mix of pleasure

and frustration, feeling his orgasm welling up, until it hit him abruptly, and without mercy. Eyes rolling

back in their sockets, his ears pinning back against his head, Ross began to ejaculate inside Kathleen's

tight, warm pussy.

The sensation immediately robbed him of any desire to move, overwhelming his senses with rapturous

pleasure. It was easily the best thing he'd ever felt, the ferret only able to moan and gently roll his hips

as he positively drained his nuts inside of the possum. His thick, pearly-white seed fired off into her

cunt, basting her insides with the sticky substance.

It was the longest, most satisfying orgasm he'd ever had. Basking in the afterglow, Ross felt her pussy

still squeezing around him in slow pulses, though her legs had relaxed a bit around him. He took the

opportunity to pull out of her, collapsing back onto the futon and nearly thumping his head on the

wheel well in the process.

"Holy--holy fuck, dude. That was amazing..." The ferret huffed, tongue hanging out as he tried

desperately to catch his breath.

"Mmhh...Yeah, it was pretty good." Kathleen responded, rubbing at her throat. Her other hand drifted

downward, stroking her clit gently and spreading her legs. Ross noticed his cum lazily drooling out of

her well-fucked slit, meandering down toward her ass.

"Did you--shit dude, did you fucking cum inside of me?" She gasped, suddenly sitting bolt upright.

"You fucker. When did I say I was cool with that?!"

Ross raised his hands in front of himself, shrinking back. "S-sorry! I tried to pull out, honest! You were

just squeezing your legs around me super tight..."

"What. The. Fuck. Son of a--I'm not on the pill, man! Fuck!" Kathleen hissed out, fishing around

under the seat for a towel, which she desperately wiped at her crotch with. He could smell his own cum

over the booze and sweat in that moment, and shivered.

"Listen, I'm really sorry." He offered, eyes darting around for his wallet. "I'll just--I'll just buy you

some Plan B or something, okay? I really didn't mean for this to happen..."

This seemed to comfort her somewhat, and she slumped back down against her pillow, letting out an

exasperated sigh. "Ughh. Jesus, did you have to fuckin'...shoot out like a firehose inside of me? It's still

coming out."

"Sorry." He groaned, rubbing the back of his head. "I've never really done anything like this before."

"Yeah. That's what I get for letting a loser virgin like you fuck me, I guess."

"That's fair." He winced, looking down at his lap. His cock was slowly going flaccid, covered in a

mixture of cum and pussy juice.

"Sorry." She groaned, rolling her eyes. "I mean, it's true, but I didn't have to say it like that. I just really,

really can't get fuckin' pregnant right now, dude."

"I feel you." He nodded, slowly and awkwardly tugging his pants back on, fixing his boxer briefs

before buckling his belt. Kathleen laid there for a few more moments, before getting her shorts on, his

cum likely making a mess of the inside as it continued dribbling out.

---

After a late-night, drunken trip to CVS and fifty dollars less in his bank account, Kathleen had her

emergency contraception, and he had the peace of mind knowing one of his rugrats wouldn't be

growing inside of her. She seemed to be pretty good at driving while intoxicated, but he still whiteknuckled the armrest and center console while she motored along.

He watched her take the pill, sighing with relief. "Sorry again about all of this." He murmured, as she

started the engine and set off to what her original task had been, some hours ago. Giving him a lift back

to his apartment.

"It's alright." She flatly replied, foot pressing down on the gas as they headed out onto the street. "I'm

not...pissed at you or nothing. It was just a lot of fun until it wasn't, y'know? I'm still a little shook up."

"Me too." He admitted, leaning back in his seat. They got back to his apartment complex fairly quickly,

leaving little room for conversation or closure. His heart ached a little, knowing that once he stepped

out of that car, she would probably be out of his life for good.

"Do you think I'll uh, see you again?" Ross asked, hopefully, looking over at her.

"Maybe. I might be in town again in the future, if I have a reason to be." Kathleen shrugged, locking

eyes with him. "But I don't really like being tied down. Staying in one place too long just gives me too

much...baggage, and responsibilities. I can't stand that shit."

"Yeah, I figured as much. Still, it was...really cool to meet you. I had a good time, apart from the

whole...yeah."

"Me too." She smiled, weakly, and for a moment he thought there was a little bit of sadness in her eyes.

It could have just been a trick of the light, the flickering sign out front of his apartment building casting

a yellow glow onto the both of them.

"Well, I guess I'll see ya around." The ferret nodded, before opening up the car door, climbing out into

the cool night air. He turned to look at her one more time, and that shitbox of a Subaru she called a

home.

"Hey." Kathleen called out, and he felt his heart skip a beat.

"Y-yeah?" Ross responded, stooping down and leaning in through the open door.

"Can I bum one last cig off of you?"

-

Ross woke up with a massive hangover, drool covering the edge of his pillow as he rolled over, staring

bleary-eyed at the ceiling. He collected himself for a few minutes, remembering the events of last night

and smiling a bit to himself. God, she was a big fuckin' weirdo the more he thought about it, but there

was just something about her. Something he couldn't quite place. He missed her already.

His phone buzzed on the bedside table, and he pounced onto it, staring intently at the screen. It was just

Josh, a fact that made him sigh deeply. What was he expecting? It wasn't like Kathleen had a phone.

"Mhhghh...Yeah? What's up, dude?"

"Yo! You weren't there at the party when I finished, uh, chattin' with that one chick. I guess ya must

have bailed. Listen, I'm sorry for draggin' ya out there. I know it's not really your type of thing, but I

just thought...I dunno. I guess I just figured you could use some human interaction. I should've known

you'd have a bad time."

"Nah, it's cool." Ross replied, laying back in bed and letting out a sigh. "It wasn't really that bad. I

know you meant well."

"Yeah, I'm so--wait, really? Shit. I was expecting you to be pissed at me like last time."

"Yeah. I guess I'm just trying to look on the bright side of things a little more nowadays. And like,

partying and stuff makes you feel better, so you're trying to share that with me, right? I appreciate that,

man."

"Ugh. Alright, now you're just bein' a fag." Josh laughed. Ross laughed too.

"Yeah, I guess so. Anyway, I think I'll pass next time. But really, it wasn't that bad. I got a lift home

with some chick, I think she felt sorry for me."

"Oooh, shit dude! Did you get your dick touched?

"Nah, nothing like that." Ross smiled, shaking his head. "Anyway, I'll catch you later, man. Take it

easy."

Ross hung up the phone, placing it on the table and climbing to his feet. He had a whole day of painting

his gay little grandma tchotchkes ahead of him, and he was going to try his damnedest to enjoy it. His

strange, nomadic possum friend would be proud of him.

End.