{"sf1_id":1682289,"sf2_id":"A1pWzozn","title":"Party Animal","author":"SmutPeddler","words":7518,"posted_at":"2021-02-08T13:36:00.000Z","tags":["Adult Content","Alcohol","Bareback","Bittersweet","Car","Character Development","Choking","Cigarette","Cock","Creampie","Cum","Drunk","F/M","Fashion","Ferret","First Time","Flirtation","French Kissing","Handjob","Humor","Kissing","M/F","Marsupial","Missionary","Musk","Mustelid","Party","Penetration","Piercings","Plot Development","Possum","Punk","Pussy","Relationships","Risk of Pregnancy","Romance","Rough Sex","Sex","Sexy","Short Story","Smoking","Stockings","Straight","Sweat","Teasing","Unwanted creampie","Vaginal","Vaginal Sex","Virgin","Virginity Loss","bad decisions","nylons"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1682289-party-animal","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/A1pWzozn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/14/f9/14f98f8f-c217-48b9-bc3f-48743077576d","description":"Introverted ferret Ross is dragged to a bogus house party by his friend. Annoyed by the loud music and stench of stale booze and sweat, he leaves, having a smoke outside.\nThere, he meets a punky possum girl, who offers to give him a lift home. My debut story, and a real fun time. Also, have this handy-dandy PDF link for slightly better reading.\nIf you do decide to give it a read, please let me know what you thought in the comments down below! Tell a friend! Show grandma! Put the file on a dead drop USB in the wall of a Fuddruckers in Nebraska! Cheers~","content":" **-Party Animal-**\n\nIf one were to ask Ross what his favorite activity was, partying with a bunch of drunk strangers was\n\npretty low on the list. Yet, here he was, standing in the corner with his light beer while a cheap\n\nstrobelight flashed colors on the graffiti-tagged walls. Just the sight of it nearly made him nauseous.\n\nThe geeky ferret had been dragged here by his very loud, very extroverted friend Josh, but he'd \"gone\n\nto have a chat\" with a scantily-dressed girl only a few minutes into the event. It'd nearly been an hour\n\nsince then, and Ross reckoned they were doing a bit more than chewing the fat.\n\nHe could have tolerated the drunk idiots gyrating around, a hair's breadth away from fucking on the\n\ndance floor. He could have dealt with the aroma of sweat and stale booze that hung over this place like\n\na miasma. The thing that really, truly got his goat though was the music. Why did it have to be so\n\nfucking loud? He supposed conversation wasn't the goal here, but how the hell were you supposed to\n\neven have a casual chat while your eardrums were being vaporized?\n\nRoss finished his beer and placed it gingerly on a cheap card table nearby, stuffing his hands into the\n\npockets of his hoodie. \"Get out and schmooze,\" Josh had said. \"Don't you wanna lose your v-card,\n\ndude? You ain't gonna get laid sittin' around paintin' those Warcraft miniatures all day.\" It was\n\nWarhammer, he had thought to reply, but refrained. Correcting him would've made him seem like even\n\nmore of a dork than he already was.\n\nThe ferret mentally kicked himself for letting that idiot talk him into another pointless venture. If he'd\n\nbrought his own car, he could have left whenever he wanted to, but Josh had given him a ride.\n\nGroaning, aching for a cigarette and a sulk, he made for the entrance. Ross had to push past a few\n\npeople, as the event was packed like a sardine can, but he eventually squeezed out through the front\n\ndoor and onto the sidewalk. The scent of booze and sweat gave way to the normal city odors--namely\n\npiss and wet asphalt. What a miserable night.\n\nStaring down at his shoes and fishing around in his pocket for a lighter, he nearly scrambled backward\n\nin surprise when a voice interrupted his brooding. \"Damn, I didn't know they let dweebs like you in.\"\n\nThe tone was raspy and high, like someone who smoked and drank every day of the week ending in Y.\n\nHis head turned in surprise, eyes blinking incredulously as the form of the stranger came into view.\n\nShe was an inch or so shorter than him, and the pointy snout and long, fleshy tail gave her away as a\n\npossum. Her outfit was what drew his attention, however. She wore a black denim jacket covered in\n\nmetal studs and patches, most of bands he'd never even heard of. Comically short shorts terminated just\n\nbelow her crotch, with completely torn nylon tights continuing down to her burnt red Doc Martens.\n\nAtop her head was an oversized knit beanie, with dreadlocks hanging out from either side.\n\n\"Uh.\" Ross managed, swallowing hard. \"Yeah--I mean, no. I'm not a dweeb.\" He replied, sheepishly.\n\n\"It's just not my kinda scene, y'know?\" His own outfit felt starkly plain by comparison, just a black\n\nhoodie, blue jeans, and a pair of Chuck Taylor knockoffs.\n\n\"Whatever. You got a cigarette?\" She asked, curtly. He had no reason to share his Camel filters, but he\n\nfound his hand reaching into his pocket anyway, tugging out the slightly squished pack. Fingering one\n\nfree, he handed it over to the possum.\n\n\"Thanks.\" She grunted, and Ross noticed her piercings for the first time. She had a few rings in each\n\nfleshy ear, and one on her left brow. He'd always wanted to get some himself, but he knew Josh would\n\njust call him a fag if he did.\n\n\"You uh,\" His companion began, clearing her throat expectantly. \"You gonna light that for me, dude?\"\n\n\"Oh! Yeah, yeah--lemme just...\" Ross stammered, before fishing out his lighter, an old Zippo he'd\n\ngotten from his dad. It was something of a family heirloom, passed down from his grandpa who'd been\n\nin some war or another. It just looked shabby and tarnished now, any insignias or etchings faded from\n\nyears of use. She placed the cigarette in her mouth, leaning in toward him as he sparked the lighter,\n\nshakily lifting it up. The cherry formed as she inhaled in slow puffs, and his hand retreated, before he\n\ndrew and lit his own.\n\n\"So what are you doing in a dump like this? To be honest, it doesn't really look like your scene either.\"\n\nRoss chimed in, before expelling a thin cloud of smoke in front of him. \"It's all frat bros and like, drunk\n\nbitches in there.\"\n\n\"Yeah, pretty much.\" The possum chuckled, and Ross thought in that moment that she looked way\n\ncooler holding her cigarette than he did. \"They let chicks in for free though. Kinda fucked up if ya\n\nthink about it. Guys gotta pay like, ten bucks for their shitty solo cup, but girls can drink as much as\n\nthey want without payin'. It's a little predatory, ain't it?\"\n\n\"How do you figure?\" The ferret asked, cocking an eyebrow.\n\n\"It's set up like that so girls are drawn in for free drinks, and the guys get to benefit from a bunch of\n\nchicks showing up and getting sloshed. Easy lays, and all that.\"\n\n\"Oh, yeah.\" Ross groaned, taking another drag. \"It's pretty like...barbaric, ain't it?\"\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\n\"So, why do you go?\" He asked, trying to mask the eagerness in his voice. Shit, he couldn't remember\n\nthe last time he'd had a decent conversation with a girl who wasn't his mom.\n\n\"Cos I like getting fucked up for free, same as the rest of 'em. I even like brainless chuds trying to get\n\ninto my pants. I usually come here when I'm feeling...particularly self-destructive.\" She grinned with\n\nthat last statement, though Ross wasn't sure if he was supposed to take it as a joke.\n\n\"Oh! Shit, well...that's somethin' alright.\" He replied, awkwardly. \"Don't gotta worry about me. I may\n\nbe a chud, but I have a few brain cells to rub together, last time I checked.\"\n\n\"You get dragged here? Lemme guess: a friend who was trying to get you laid. I'm imagining you're\n\nsomething of a shut-in.\" The possum jabbed, exhaling a plume of smoke from her nostrils.\n\n\"Guilty as charged.\" The ferret shrugged. \"Though I think the whole 'getting laid' plan is kind of a bust.\n\nOf course, my buddy drove me here, so I'm kinda stranded for the time being.\"\n\n\"So you are.\" She mused, her cigarette much further along than his was. He'd mostly been letting it\n\nburn at his side, drawn into the conversation as he was. \"I could give you a lift home if you wanted. As\n\nlong as it isn't across the bridge or nothin'. I don't exactly have toll money.\" The possum grunted, idly\n\nflicking one of her low-hanging dreads.\n\nThis offer surprised him greatly. Hell, they'd only just met. Ross didn't even know this girl's name, but\n\nshe was gonna give him a ride back downtown? \"Uh...sure, I mean...\" He began, rubbing at his muzzle\n\nin thought. \"You don't look, like, fucked up at all though. Did you even go inside yet?\"\n\n\"Nah.\" She responded, casually. \"I usually have to get in the right headspace to debase myself for an\n\nentire night. You caught me in the process.\"\n\n\"Well, I don't want to interrupt...that, I guess.\" He replied, voice cracking a bit.\n\n\"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\n\ndo.\" The possum sighed, rolling her eyes. \"So do you want to go home or not? I hear they're playing\n\nSicko Mode for the fifth fuckin' time already.\"\n\n\"Y-yeah, I'd very much like to leave, thank you.\" He croaked, constantly feeling like he was on the\n\nback foot in this conversation.\n\n\"Fine. Let's go then.\"\n\n---\n\nHer car was parked around the back of the building, sandwiched between a pair of overpriced sports\n\ncars. Trust fund kids, Ross thought, and shook his head in contempt. Perhaps it was due to the\n\njuxtaposition of those shiny rides versus hers, but the possum's vehicle looked...Well, it was not\n\nsomething you'd want to ride up to your junior prom in, that was for certain. She drove an old Subaru\n\nLegacy wagon from the 90s, with a completely oxidized blue paintjob and rust spots so large he could\n\nfit his hand through them.\n\n\"The passenger's seat doesn't slide back--I think I got something wedged in the track. So your knees\n\nare probably gonna be touchin' the dash.\" His new 'friend' warned, and as he peered through the dirty\n\nwindows, he noticed the interior wasn't much better.\n\nThe ash tray was stuffed full of butts, and a few changes of clothes were strewn across the seats. His\n\nface flushed a bit as he saw some of her underwear, though the cargo space in the back was what really\n\ndrew his eye. A futon mattress was stuffed into the trunk area, with a pillow and a few blankets and\n\ncomforters messily arranged atop it.\n\n\"You live in here?\" He asked before thinking. \"I-I mean, not that there's like, anything wrong with that.\n\nIt's kind of a sweet setup, really.\"\n\n\"Yeah.\" She said, popping open the driver's side door. \"I told you I don't like doing shit I don't wanna\n\ndo. Working for a shitty boss and paying taxes on a shitty house ain't really my bag.\"\n\n\"Well, it is Jersey.\" He conceded, the idea of owning his own home a distant dream for him as well.\n\nNot wanting to disparage her choice of lodgings when she was offering him a lift home, Ross simply\n\nopened the door and climbed in.\n\nShe was right about the legroom. He immediately felt cramped in his little seat, groaning with exertion\n\nas he tried to maneuver into a position that at least vaguely resembled comfort. Failing in his efforts, he\n\nsighed, closing the door and trapping himself in that sweat-and-cigarette-scented rust bucket.\n\nThe punky possum turned the key in the ignition, and the engine struggled to turn over a few times\n\nbefore it finally roared to life. The aging stereo system kicked on, and Ross noticed she had one of\n\nthose cassette player aux adapters hooked up to a first-gen iPod.\n\n\"Damn, blast from the past.\" He grinned, pointing at it.\n\n\"Yeah, I gotta keep it plugged in 'cos the battery's toast, but it still works alright.\"\n\n\"Don't you like, have a phone?\"\n\n\"Nah.\" She responded. \"I don't have anybody to call, and social media gives people fuckin' brain\n\nworms. If I really gotta get a hold of somebody, I'll borrow a phone, or use the library's computers or\n\nsomethin'.\"\n\nThe idea of this crusty punk sitting in a public library amused Ross greatly, but he kept any teasing\n\nwords he thought of to himself. \"Fair enough. You know where the Taco Bell is downtown? My\n\napartment's like, just across from that, in a big complex.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I've been there a few times. Three beef burritos for three bucks, hard to beat.\"\n\n\"I usually get whatever box they have going.\" Ross commented idly, looking out the window as she\n\npulled away from the spot. The brakes squeaked loudly, briefly drowning out the tinny-sounding\n\nspeakers.\n\n\"Ooh, rich tastes I see.\" The possum teased, and just like that, they were on the road. Ross reckoned it\n\nwas only about five minutes by car to his place, but the walk was substantially longer. He was pretty\n\nout of shape, too, if he was being honest. \"So, rich boy, why didn't you just get an Uber home?\"\n\n\"I use this like, prepaid card thing for my...well, I guess you'd call it a business. And those rideshare\n\napps really don't like accepting it.\" He replied, scratching his head. \"I paint miniatures for people.\"\n\n\"Pfff. Like, those little tchotchkes grandmas keep on their mantles and shit?\" She laughed, shooting\n\nhim a glance. \"That's super lame.\"\n\n\"No! No. They're like, for this tabletop game called Warhammer. Like, fantasy stuff, orcs and elves and\n\nshit.\"\n\n\"I'm not sure if that's worse or better.\" The possum guffawed, and Ross noticed she snorted a bit when\n\nshe laughed. \"So you really are a fuckin' dweeb. I was just messin' with you at first, but damn. I guess I\n\nhave a good eye.\"\n\nHe groaned audibly, shaking his head. \"Yeah, I guess so.\"\n\n\"Well, don't worry. I'll have you home to your gay little fairy realm real soon.\" She taunted, giving him\n\na very toothy grin. \"But not before you buy me some of those burritos. Now that we're talkin' about\n\n'em, I got the munchies.\"\n\n\"Ain't no such thing as a free ride, huh?\" Ross smiled, and moments later, the dimly-lit bell sign was\n\nvisible in the distance.\n\n---\n\nThey ordered their food and pulled into a spot in the sprawling, abandoned parking lot adjacent to the\n\nTaco Bell. It was dark and a little bit creepy, the specter of a long-defunct Caldor supermarket looming\n\nover them. The woman beside him had barely put the Subaru in park before reaching into the bag,\n\nscarfing down her first burrito in what felt like record time.\n\nRoss watched her for a moment or two before reaching into his own box, his fingers instantly soiled by\n\nthe overly-seasoned nacho fries. He saw her eyeing them, and reluctantly allowed her to take a few.\n\n\"So is this a typical day for you?\" Ross asked between bites, taking a sip of his Baja Blast. She also\n\neyed this, and he felt his heart race a bit at the thought of her taking a sip from his drink. He allowed it,\n\ntrying not to watch her too intently as she gulped down a few mouthfuls.\n\n\"That shit's gross.\" She coughed, before composing herself. \"But yeah, I guess so. Drive around, get\n\ndrunk, get high, eat greasy garbage. I'm never really in one place for too long, since I usually follow\n\nthis one band around that I really like.\"\n\n\"Oh yeah? What band?\"\n\n\"The Drilled Cunts.\" She replied, as if the name was commonplace. \"Lead singer fuckin'...shits himself\n\non stage sometimes. Gets into fights with people. It's a great time.\"\n\n\"The...Drilled Cunts. Got it.\" He managed, taking a sip from his drink. Shit, it was almost like\n\nhe'd...indirectly kissed her or something.\n\n\"Yeah, they had to cancel this year's tour though. Frontman got some bad heroin or somethin', fucked\n\nhim up real bad. Almost OD'ed.\"\n\n\"Do uh, do you do heroin?\" He asked, swallowing hard.\n\n\"Nah.\" The possum huffed. \"I don't. Not like I could afford it anyway.\"\n\n\"Ah, well...that's good.\" He sighed in relief, finishing up his nacho fries. They sat in that dark,\n\nabandoned parking lot, eating and chatting for what felt like ages. When their meals were finished and\n\nthe empty wrappers were all stuffed into the bag, Ross had the sudden realization that he didn't want to\n\nleave.\n\n\"What's your name?\" The ferret finally asked, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. His knees ached. \"I\n\njust realized I never asked.\"\n\n\"Neither did I, to be fair.\" His friend responded, leaning back in her seat and patting her stomach. \"It's\n\nKathleen.\"\n\n\"That's a pretty nice name. I'm Ross.\" He responded, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.\n\n\"It's weird to say, since I was miserable not even a half hour ago. But I kinda had fun tonight. This was\n\nnice.\"\n\n\"Pfff. It's pretty sad that this is your idea of a fun time.\" Kathleen snickered, stretching out her legs and\n\ngroaning. Ross was immediately jealous that she had the room to do so. \"Here's my advice. Stick to\n\nyour fruity little miniature painting if that's what you enjoy. Don't let other people talk you into doing\n\nshit you don't wanna do.\" She urged, her tail lazily plopping on the scratched, faded center console\n\nbetween them. He felt the warmth through his clothes and shivered.\n\n\"Yeah, but like...\" He started, clearing his throat. \"If I hadn't gone to that shitty house party, I wouldn't\n\nhave met you, right?\"\n\n\"God, you're a virgin.\" The possum moaned, rolling her eyes. \"You act like we went on a date or\n\nsomething. You rode in my shitty old beater and bought me burritos off the dollar menu.\"\n\n\"Yeah, well...maybe that's the closest thing to an actual date I've ever been on.\" He admitted, feeling a\n\nbit deflated at the realization. \"I was in an online relationship for a little while, but it turned out to be\n\nsome forty-year-old dude behind the screen.\"\n\n\"Yeowch.\" Kathleen winced. \"Tough break.\"\n\n\"Yeah.\" Ross replied, leaning his head back and sighing. \"Anyway, I guess you can take me back to my\n\nplace now. I gotta send out a few invoices for more grandma tchotchkes.\"\n\n\"Right.\" She said, buckling her seatbelt and putting her hands on the wheel. She hesitated for a few\n\nseconds, though, turning to give him a glance. The expression on her face was unreadable.\n\n\"Unless you wanna, I dunno, crash at my pad tonight.\" The possum finally blurted out, nonchalant as\n\never. \"I've got some miniatures of my own in the back. And by that I mean those like, little tiny bottles\n\nof alcohol. It tastes like paint thinner.\"\n\nRoss blinked at her. \"Wha--I don't...You serious?\" He asked, realizing he was gripping the door\n\narmrest hard enough to sink his claws into it. \"Is...is there even enough room for like, two people?\"\n\n\"You'd be surprised.\" She grinned, showing off her teeth again. Ross felt his heart beating out of his\n\nchest, his mouth feeling dry. He took another sip of his drink.\n\n\"Well...yeah! Totally! I mean, if you want me to.\" The ferret managed, shifting once again in his seat.\n\n\"Anything to uh, to get the blood flowing back in my legs, y'know?\"\n\nRoss made to open the door, but Kathleen moved first, taking off her seatbelt and awkwardly\n\nclambering over the center console into the back. Ross swallowed hard at the sight of her ass wiggling\n\nits way past the foldable bench seat and into that shabby futon in the cargo area. \"C'mon, loser.\" She\n\nchided, and he quickly followed suit, even less graceful than she'd been.\n\nThe backseat was full of clothes and rubbish, and he gasped as his hand fell on a pair of underwear.\n\nWere these clean clothes? A perverse part of him sort of hoped they weren't. He wriggled about until he\n\nwas on his knees, leaning over the back of the seat to look at her. \"Really, uh, really spacious place\n\nyou've got here.\" He huffed, feeling like he'd just gotten into parkour.\n\n\"It takes some getting used to, but at least I don't have a landlord.\" Kathleen sneered, before reaching\n\nunder the seat, pulling out a plastic Food Lion bag. As far as Ross knew, they didn't even have any\n\nlocations in NJ, but she did mention skipping town pretty frequently. She handed it to him, before\n\nstripping off her Doc Martens, a pair of mismatching socks underneath.\n\nRoss opened it and realized it was full of those tiny bottles of liquor he often saw at the checkout\n\ncounter at his local Wine \u0026 Spirits place. There were various types, but most of it was vodka, whiskey,\n\nor gin. \"Why don't you just buy a big bottle of the cheap shit?\" He asked, cocking an eyebrow at her.\n\n\"Who says I buy 'em?\" The possum replied, and he didn't have much to say to that. Instead, he watched\n\nas she peeled off her socks. A mundane affair for her, but it was the closest he'd gotten to watching a\n\ngirl strip in front of him.\n\n\"So...\" He eventually mustered, clearing his throat. \"Do you normally sleep in places like this? Creepy\n\nold abandoned supermarkets?\"\n\n\"Nah.\" She shook her head. \"Usually I slum it at Walmart. Tons of people park their RVs there\n\novernight, so I figured they wouldn't care if I did the same. Haven't gotten any grief about it yet.\"\n\nKathleen sat upright, pulling off her jacket and revealing the loose-fitting tanktop beneath. For the\n\nfaintest moment, Ross caught a glimpse of that golden area where her underarm met her breast. The\n\ncrotch of his jeans seemed a little tighter all of a sudden.\n\n\"Ah, makes sense.\" He nervously responded, feeling in that moment like his life was extremely boring\n\ncompared to hers. Every day was a new adventure for this chick. He spent what felt like ages thinking\n\nof what to say, where to drive their conversation next. Kathleen interrupted him by patting the futon\n\nnext to her.\n\n\"Come on dude. Don't be a pussy.\" She jabbed, and Ross gaped at her for a moment. Letting the bag of\n\nliquor bottles fall onto the mattress, he carefully scrambled over the seat, nearly hitting his head on the\n\nceiling as he found himself seated beside her. His posture was extremely tense, his back straight, his\n\nhands resting on his thighs.\n\n\"So you really ain't never even been on a date? Kissed a girl, even?\" The possum inquired, placing a\n\npillow on the wheel well before leaning back onto it. Her legs were touching him, a fact that sent a little\n\ntremor up his spine.\n\n\"N-nope. Not even close.\" He huffed. \"I was a huge dork in high school. I held a girl's hand during a\n\ntheater performance once--I'd say that's like, my greatest achievement in love.\"\n\n\"Yikes man. I think I'm gonna need one of those if I gotta keep listenin' to this shit.\" Kathleen pointed\n\nto that plastic bag, and Ross hastily fished her out one of the bottles. \"You should take one too.\"\n\nRoss was not much of a drinker. That single piss beer he'd quaffed earlier had been enough to get him a\n\nlittle tipsy. Still, he wrapped his fingers around one of those tiny 50ml shooters. It said J\u0026B Scotch on\n\nthe label, and he...vaguely knew what scotch was. He was aware of it as a concept.\n\nThe possum cracked the cap on hers, guzzling it down in one long pull. She turned her gaze toward him\n\nafterward, tilting her head in what seemed to be a challenging manner. \"C'mon, don't be a pussy.\" It\n\nmay as well have been her catchphrase at this point, but it didn't make it any less effective. Steeling\n\nhimself, Ross uncapped the miniature bottle and pressed it to his lips. Lifting his head, he let that bitter,\n\nburning fluid drain into his maw.\n\nThe ferret wasn't sure himself how he'd managed to swallow it, as once he'd done so, he felt like he\n\ncouldn't breathe. \"Gkkhh!\" Ross gagged, coughing and sputtering as Kathleen laughed it up beside\n\nhim. \"God, that's fucking awful. Christ...\"\n\n\"You get used to it.\" She reassured him, once her cackling had subsided. \"You should've seen your face\n\nthough, ha! Priceless.\"\n\n\"Maybe if you had a phone, you could have taken a picture of it.\" He fired back, a little annoyed, but\n\nthe mirth in her eyes was admittedly contagious. Plus, it wasn't like he was a stranger to being the butt\n\nof a joke. His tongue and throat ached as he leaned back himself, feeling a bit more relaxed.\n\n\"People nowadays are way too focused on taking pictures of shit. Like, dude, no one gives a fuck that\n\nyou went to some expensive restaurant.\"\n\n\"I guess so.\" Ross shrugged, though he was starting to feel the tendrils of that scotch reaching their way\n\ninto his brain. He felt a little woozy. \"It always just makes me feel like shit, seeing people with way\n\nbetter lives than me.\"\n\n\"Their lives ain't shit though, they only show ya the good parts. I say eating Taco Bell and getting\n\nplastered in the back of a shitbox from the 90s is a way better time than whatever those fucks are up\n\nto.\" Ross perked up a bit at this. Did that mean she was having a good time with him?\n\n\"Yeah. Yeah! Here's to being weirdos in the back of a station wagon.\" He laughed, pulling the both of\n\nthem out a new bottle. This time, it was something called Absolut, which said it was vodka and didn't\n\nlie. It burned, and he whined like a baby, but the drinks were going down a little easier now.\n\n---\n\nAs it turned out, five shots was more than enough to make sitting up straight a difficult task. He\n\nthought he was slurring his speech a little bit, and he was definitely talking way louder than he\n\nnormally did. Kathleen handled her liquor much better than him, but even she was acting a little sloppy.\n\n\"And so that's the story of how I totally walked in on one of my old bandmates fisting his boyfriend.\n\nLike, full-on--\" She pantomimed the action by pushing her fist through her other hand until her fingers\n\nwere wrapped around her forearm. \"So I left, and it never came up in conversation again.\"\n\n\"Ho-ly fuck. That's...\" He stopped to let out a little belch. \"That's insaaane. Good for them, though,\n\nright? At least they're gettin' freaky, unlike somebody I know.\"\n\n\"Yeah, Mr. Kissless Virgin. I bet you'd nut from a light breeze blowin' across your nether regions.\" The\n\npossum cackled, and Ross laughed a little too.\n\n\"Yeah, you're probably right. Gotta defend my virginity,\u0026nbsp;s'why I paint all those little miniatures. They\n\nprotect me in the night.\"\n\nKathleen rose to her knees, crawling over toward him. \"Well, those little fuckers ain't here to save ya\n\nnow.\" She grinned, wolfishly, and his eyes were drawn to the massive tract of cleavage her loose-fitting\n\ntanktop revealed to him. The fabric was old and fraying at the edges, and he couldn't help but notice her\n\nnipples slightly poking out beneath. She wasn't wearing a bra?\n\n\"H-hey now, what're you--\" He stammered, feeling a spike of anxiety as she loomed over him. The\n\npossum cut him off by placing one soft, delicate hand on his crotch, her face mere inches away from\n\nhis own. Ross gasped, inhaling the mixed aroma of cigarette smoke, sweat, and her liquor-infused\n\nbreath.\n\n\"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\u0026nbsp;widened, then rolled back slightly, his length throbbing against her touch as he shared his first kiss with\u0026nbsp;this strange, wild woman.\u0026nbsp;Her kisses were assertive and...practiced, whereas Ross was simply trying his best to keep up with her.\u0026nbsp;He shivered and whined into the oral embrace as her tongue found its way into his mouth, gliding\u0026nbsp;tenderly across his own. All the while, her soft hand continued stroking him, the ferret squirming and\u0026nbsp;gently rolling his hips against the pleasurable sensation.\n\n\"Hahh...\" He panted once she'd momentarily broken that lusty, tantalizing kiss. \"Can--fuck, can I take\u0026nbsp;them off?\" He moaned, hands already fumbling with his belt.\n\n\"You tell me, genius. Don't be--\"\n\n\"A pussy, yeah. Got it.\" Ross mustered, shaky hands taking much longer than he would have liked\n\nunfastening his belt. His fly followed, and before long he was shuffling his way awkwardly out of his\n\njeans. Ross wore a pair of tight boxer briefs, which were black with green stitching. The emblem of the\n\nGreen Lantern was emblazoned across his crotch.\n\n\"I don't know what I expected.\" Kathleen laughed, rolling her eyes. \"God, you're such a fuckin'\n\ndweeb.\"\n\n\"Yeah, that's...that's fair.\" The ferret groaned, having trouble forming coherent sentences at this point.\n\nAll the blood that was normally in his brain was flowing right down into his cock, his underwear\n\nholding back an almost painful erection. His new friend grinned, before gliding her fingers beneath his\n\nwaistband, gripping his shaft and giving it a gentle squeeze.\n\nRoss moaned, maw agape as she began to slowly stroke him off. \"F-fuck! Fuuuck, this feels...so much\n\nbetter than when I do it...\" He whimpered, ears pinning back against his head.\n\n\"Don't pop your cork already, dumbass.\" Kathleen grinned, before she let him go. Leaning back on her\n\npillow once more, she began to strip out of her shorts, leaving her in those delightfully shredded tights.\n\nBlood pounded in his ears as his eyes drifted upward, and he realized with a start that the crotch of her\n\nnylons was completely torn. A flash of pink met his gaze, and he almost couldn't believe what he was\n\nlooking at.\n\nKathleen's pussy was a sight he reckoned would be burned into his mind for the rest of his life. It was\n\nclear she didn't bother with grooming, a wild shock of pubic fur nestled right about that heavenly slit.\n\nWhat made it more exciting for him, if that was even possible, were the gnarly piercings she had\n\ndownstairs, a pair of silver rings through her outer labia. He'd always been weirded out by the fact that\n\npeople decided to put holes in their own junk, but it seemed to suit Kathleen perfectly.\n\n\"A bunch of firsts tonight, huh?\" She snickered, noticing him staring, wide-eyed, at her crotch. \"Yeah,\n\nsome douchebag ripped the crotch of these out a few years back. I was pissed--I don't exactly go\n\nclothes shopping on the regular.\"\n\n\"Hahh...Fuck, I'm not complaining.\" Ross grinned, stupidly, tugging his jeans the rest of the way off\u0026nbsp;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?_\n\n\"You don't got like, a rubber or anything, do you?\" The ferret inquired, bashfully. His cock was\n\nthrobbing, already dribbling pre-spunk as he climbed over top of her.\n\n\"Fresh out.\" She laughed, as if this was a dumb question on his part. \"Those fuckin' things ain't cheap,\n\ny'know. Aren't guys supposed to keep one in their wallet or somethin'?\"\n\n\"Nah, the uh, the body heat makes them deteriorate faster? I think? I remember reading somewhere that\n\nyou're not s'posed to do that.\" Ross swallowed hard, unable to keep his eyes off of her. His heart felt\n\nlike it was about to beat right out of his chest and flop onto the futon in front of him. \"Plus, I wasn't\n\nactually expecting to get laid tonight, if I'm being honest.\"\n\n\"Well then.\" She grinned, grabbing a hold of his leaky dick and giving it a few solid pumps. \"Guess if\n\nyou're too chicken to fuck a girl you just met bareback, you ain't losin' that v-card tonight.\"\n\nFuck. There was no way he was getting this far and turning around. He moaned, her dainty, soft fingers\n\nfeeling amazing on him. Don't be a pussy, he repeated in his head like a mantra, before nodding quickly\n\nto her. \"I--I ain't no chicken.\" Ross huffed, feeling magma hot beneath his fur as she released his cock,\n\nletting him take the lead.\n\nHe was seriously between a girl's legs right now, with his dick out. He'd been dreaming about this since\n\nhigh school, but now that he was actually moments away from penetrating her, he felt a spike of\n\nanxiety. She fucked other dudes all the time, what if he didn't measure up? His cock was only a little\n\nabove average, and there was no way his stamina was gonna measure up to some of the other guys she\n\nslept with.\n\nHe didn't have time to sit there doubting himself, though. Kathleen hooked her arms under his\n\nshoulders, her legs wrapping around his waist. He felt her heels pressing against the backs of his thighs,\n\nthe punky possum hugging him against her. Ross shuddered, tongue lolling out of his mouth in a\n\nsoundless cry of ecstasy and surprise as he felt that slick, heated tunnel enveloping his dick up to the\n\nroot. God, she was soaked!\n\n\"Nnnhh...there you go.\" She moaned, her inner walls pulsing gently around him. So this was what sex\n\nfelt like? It was unreal. Ross trembled, hands pushing down the futon on either side of her head as he\n\njust lay there atop her for a moment, collecting himself.\n\n\"Holy fuck...\" Was all he managed to get out, his cock twitching as she leaned up with a groan,\n\npressing her muzzle against his. They swapped alcohol-laced spit as he pulled his hips back, before\n\ngently driving them home again. His fuzzy nuts tensed up against his groin already, her messy pubes\n\ntickling his crotch as he started to work up to a steady rhythm.\n\n\"Fuck...\" Kathleen gasped, a strand of saliva connecting their maws as she shivered beneath him.\n\n\"That's good. Keep it up.\"\n\n\"I-I don't think...\" He began, his heart racing, butterflies in his stomach, \"I don't think I can. It feels\n\namazing...\"\n\n\"Then slow down, dumbass. It's not a--nnhh--it's not a fuckin' race.\" The possum fired back, and Ross\n\ntook her advice, his thrusts slowing to a comfortable rolling of his hips as he returned to kissing her. Up\n\nthis close, her body odor was fairly strong, wafting into his nostrils and making his head swim. He\n\nalways thought a clean, pretty, well-dressed girl was his type, but in that moment, he was awash in the\n\nrawness of it all.\n\nHesistating for a moment, he reached up with his right hand, cupping one of her breasts. He wasn't sure\n\nwhy he was surprised by this, but as his palm glided along that soft, squishy mound, the ferret realized\n\nthat his companion's nipples were pierced. His cock throbbed inside Kathleen as he groped her, the\n\npossum beneath him mewling softly into their shared oral embrace.\n\nHe broke that kiss for a moment, leaning back and admiring the way his dick looked disappearing into\n\nher tight, warm, pierced little tunnel. He rocked his hips against her own, feeling her gripping around\n\nhim, her insides quivering each time his cock bottomed out. \"God, you're so fucking hot...\" He slurred,\n\nstill quite drunk.\n\n\"I get that a lot...\" She whispered, before pulling Ross back down atop her, legs lifting and wrapping\n\naround his waist. She locked her ankles behind his back, before taking one of his hands in her own, and\n\nplacing it around her throat.\n\nRoss clammed up, a little confused. \"What're you, uh...what're you doing?\" He asked, swallowing hard.\n\nShe was panting, tongue hanging out of her mouth in the hottest expression he'd ever seen in his life.\n\n\"I want you to choke me a little.\" She responded, matter-of-factly, squeezing around him with her legs\n\nfor emphasis. \"It gets me off.\"\n\n\"Are you sure? I don't really know if that's--\"\n\n\"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\n\ngonna lose all this buildup.\"\n\n\"Yeah...yeah! Okay, I'll do that.\" Ross stammered, eyes fixed on her slender throat. He pulled his hips\n\nback as far as her tight leg lock allowed, before pushing his cock right back inside of her, fingers\n\nclenching gently around Kathleen's neck. She moaned, and he could feel her pulse against his digits,\n\nthrobbing away.\n\n\"Fuck...\" The possum whined, eyes half-lidded as she held onto her partner's sides, and he felt her\n\nswallowing as he continued applying pressure. This was...new, and a little scary to Ross, but he didn't\n\nwant to disappoint her. God, he really, really didn't want to disappoint her.\n\n\"You like that?\" He growled, trying to sound mean, but his voice cracked about halfway through.\n\n\"Harder...\" Kathleen croaked, her pussy positively clamping down around him. Holy fuck, she was\n\nseriously into this sorta shit. Ross moaned at the sensation, unable to help himself. He picked up the\n\npace, his crotch mashing against her own as wet sounds filled the small, messy vehicle. All the while,\n\nhis hand clenched tighter around her throat, to the point where it must have hurt.\n\n\"Ghhh--Fuck...fuuuuck...\" She managed, clearly having trouble speaking properly with how tight he\n\nwas squeezing. \"D-don't fuckin' stop, I'm...Ohhh fuck I'm cumming~\" Her thighs tensed on either side\n\nof him, that leg lock growing almost uncomfortably tight as it forced his lower torso forward, his cock\n\nburied to the hilt inside of her.\n\nExcited at the prospect of making a girl cum during his first real sexual encounter, Ross felt his heart\n\nracing, the ferret pumping into her with quick, shallow thrusts. Suddenly, the possum's back arched, her\n\ntoes curling in pleasure as she let out a loud squeal, muffled somewhat by his hand around her neck. He\n\nfelt her inner walls squeezing around him like a vice, so tight that she almost forced him right out of\n\nher. \"Oh God, oh fuck...\" Ross whimpered, suddenly panicking. He was perilously close to his own\n\norgasm, and was suddenly scrambling to try and pull out.\n\nUnfortunately, trying to pry her legs from around his waist only served to stimulate his cock further,\n\nany movement threatening to send him over the edge. The ferret cried out in a peculiar mix of pleasure\n\nand frustration, feeling his orgasm welling up, until it hit him abruptly, and without mercy. Eyes rolling\n\nback in their sockets, his ears pinning back against his head, Ross began to ejaculate inside Kathleen's\n\ntight, warm pussy.\n\nThe sensation immediately robbed him of any desire to move, overwhelming his senses with rapturous\n\npleasure. It was easily the best thing he'd ever felt, the ferret only able to moan and gently roll his hips\n\nas he positively drained his nuts inside of the possum. His thick, pearly-white seed fired off into her\n\ncunt, basting her insides with the sticky substance.\n\nIt was the longest, most satisfying orgasm he'd ever had. Basking in the afterglow, Ross felt her pussy\n\nstill squeezing around him in slow pulses, though her legs had relaxed a bit around him. He took the\n\nopportunity to pull out of her, collapsing back onto the futon and nearly thumping his head on the\n\nwheel well in the process.\n\n\"Holy--holy fuck, dude. That was amazing...\" The ferret huffed, tongue hanging out as he tried\n\ndesperately to catch his breath.\n\n\"Mmhh...Yeah, it was pretty good.\" Kathleen responded, rubbing at her throat. Her other hand drifted\n\ndownward, stroking her clit gently and spreading her legs. Ross noticed his cum lazily drooling out of\n\nher well-fucked slit, meandering down toward her ass.\n\n\"Did you--shit dude, did you fucking cum inside of me?\" She gasped, suddenly sitting bolt upright.\n\n\"You fucker. When did I say I was cool with that?!\"\n\nRoss raised his hands in front of himself, shrinking back. \"S-sorry! I tried to pull out, honest! You were\n\njust squeezing your legs around me super tight...\"\n\n\"What. The. Fuck. Son of a--I'm not on the pill, man! Fuck!\" Kathleen hissed out, fishing around\n\nunder the seat for a towel, which she desperately wiped at her crotch with. He could smell his own cum\n\nover the booze and sweat in that moment, and shivered.\n\n\"Listen, I'm really sorry.\" He offered, eyes darting around for his wallet. \"I'll just--I'll just buy you\n\nsome Plan B or something, okay? I really didn't mean for this to happen...\"\n\nThis seemed to comfort her somewhat, and she slumped back down against her pillow, letting out an\n\nexasperated sigh. \"Ughh. Jesus, did you have to fuckin'...shoot out like a firehose inside of me? It's still\n\ncoming out.\"\n\n\"Sorry.\" He groaned, rubbing the back of his head. \"I've never really done anything like this before.\"\n\n\"Yeah. That's what I get for letting a loser virgin like you fuck me, I guess.\"\n\n\"That's fair.\" He winced, looking down at his lap. His cock was slowly going flaccid, covered in a\n\nmixture of cum and pussy juice.\n\n\"Sorry.\" She groaned, rolling her eyes. \"I mean, it's true, but I didn't have to say it like that. I just really,\n\nreally can't get fuckin' pregnant right now, dude.\"\n\n\"I feel you.\" He nodded, slowly and awkwardly tugging his pants back on, fixing his boxer briefs\n\nbefore buckling his belt. Kathleen laid there for a few more moments, before getting her shorts on, his\n\ncum likely making a mess of the inside as it continued dribbling out.\n\n---\n\nAfter a late-night, drunken trip to CVS and fifty dollars less in his bank account, Kathleen had her\n\nemergency contraception, and he had the peace of mind knowing one of his rugrats wouldn't be\n\ngrowing 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.\n\nHe watched her take the pill, sighing with relief. \"Sorry again about all of this.\" He murmured, as she\n\nstarted the engine and set off to what her original task had been, some hours ago. Giving him a lift back\n\nto his apartment.\n\n\"It's alright.\" She flatly replied, foot pressing down on the gas as they headed out onto the street. \"I'm\n\nnot...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.\"\n\n\"Me too.\" He admitted, leaning back in his seat. They got back to his apartment complex fairly quickly,\n\nleaving little room for conversation or closure. His heart ached a little, knowing that once he stepped\n\nout of that car, she would probably be out of his life for good.\n\n\"Do you think I'll uh, see you again?\" Ross asked, hopefully, looking over at her.\n\n\"Maybe. I might be in town again in the future, if I have a reason to be.\" Kathleen shrugged, locking\n\neyes with him. \"But I don't really like being tied down. Staying in one place too long just gives me too\n\nmuch...baggage, and responsibilities. I can't stand that shit.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I figured as much. Still, it was...really cool to meet you. I had a good time, apart from the\n\nwhole...yeah.\"\n\n\"Me too.\" She smiled, weakly, and for a moment he thought there was a little bit of sadness in her eyes.\n\nIt could have just been a trick of the light, the flickering sign out front of his apartment building casting\n\na yellow glow onto the both of them.\n\n\"Well, I guess I'll see ya around.\" The ferret nodded, before opening up the car door, climbing out into\n\nthe cool night air. He turned to look at her one more time, and that shitbox of a Subaru she called a\n\nhome.\n\n\"Hey.\" Kathleen called out, and he felt his heart skip a beat.\n\n\"Y-yeah?\" Ross responded, stooping down and leaning in through the open door.\n\n\"Can I bum one last cig off of you?\"\n\n-\n\nRoss woke up with a massive hangover, drool covering the edge of his pillow as he rolled over, staring\n\nbleary-eyed at the ceiling. He collected himself for a few minutes, remembering the events of last night\n\nand smiling a bit to himself. God, she was a big fuckin' weirdo the more he thought about it, but there\n\nwas just something about her. Something he couldn't quite place. He missed her already.\n\nHis phone buzzed on the bedside table, and he pounced onto it, staring intently at the screen. It was just\n\nJosh, a fact that made him sigh deeply. What was he expecting? It wasn't like Kathleen had a phone.\n\n\"Mhhghh...Yeah? What's up, dude?\"\n\n\"Yo! You weren't there at the party when I finished, uh, chattin' with that one chick. I guess ya must\n\nhave bailed. Listen, I'm sorry for draggin' ya out there. I know it's not really your type of thing, but I\n\njust thought...I dunno. I guess I just figured you could use some human interaction. I should've known\n\nyou'd have a bad time.\"\n\n\"Nah, it's cool.\" Ross replied, laying back in bed and letting out a sigh. \"It wasn't really that bad. I\n\nknow you meant well.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I'm so--wait, really? Shit. I was expecting you to be pissed at me like last time.\"\n\n\"Yeah. I guess I'm just trying to look on the bright side of things a little more nowadays. And like,\n\npartying and stuff makes you feel better, so you're trying to share that with me, right? I appreciate that,\n\nman.\"\n\n\"Ugh. Alright, now you're just bein' a fag.\" Josh laughed. Ross laughed too.\n\n\"Yeah, I guess so. Anyway, I think I'll pass next time. But really, it wasn't that bad. I got a lift home\n\nwith some chick, I think she felt sorry for me.\"\n\n\"Oooh, shit dude! Did you get your dick touched?\n\n\"Nah, nothing like that.\" Ross smiled, shaking his head. \"Anyway, I'll catch you later, man. Take it\n\neasy.\"\n\nRoss hung up the phone, placing it on the table and climbing to his feet. He had a whole day of painting\n\nhis gay little grandma tchotchkes ahead of him, and he was going to try his damnedest to enjoy it. His\n\nstrange, nomadic possum friend would be proud of him.\n\n**End.**\n\n  \n  \n\n"}