Party After - Cleanup After
Small, puffy white feet gingerly fell between the sprawled bodies on the front steps. The soft leather of their sandals made a whisper of sound as they fell on the concrete steps.
Everything was carefully planned by the little mouse so he could sneak in to his dorm room without the passed out drunks waking up.
It had been pledge night, as it always was around this time of the month. Linol spent most of it hiding in the library's server room, about the safest place on campus for a fast-track young senior on a night like this.
The hallways were shadowy, lending aid to his dark grey jacket to hide the bright white fur underneath. Slow, careful movements let him slip unnoticed past most of the public rooms in the front, a long and slender tail leading up the rear.
Sounds were coming from the lounge, however, and the fluorescent lights shifted enough he knew there was movement inside. Unfortunately, his room was in the back corner and unless he wanted to risk the rusty screeching of the stairwell on the side... He'd have to slip through the lounge or wait for them to leave.
The mouse's breath quickened, though he tried to stifle it with gulps of air. A strange tangy scent tickled his nose, like the gym but strangely familiar. Long, wavering whiskers slid slow from the door jamb, followed by a broad white ear.
What was inside made little sense at first, shocking the owner of that pale green eye into confusion. Sixteen months in the dorm and he thought he'd seen everything, but the pony hanging from a ceiling like a tan fuzzy chandelier and the bull that was slapping it with his hips...
Linol stuck on the word unique as his mind raced in circles, both terrified and fascinated at the same time. Time didn't stop, however, as the bull's beefy ass flexed and squeezed with the pumping, grinding upwards before it smacked on the pony's ass and made it jiggle. He caught flashes of its fat dick with the longer thrusts, glistening wet in the bright lights.
Someone had moved one of the fancy metal sculptures, shaped like a bowl, which was now a receptacle for liquid that dripped off the pony's swaying balls. It was obviously full as he could see the top of a pool of swirled yellow-white liquid swaying with the movement.
He'd seen that pony around, one of the freshmen that seemed nice and cute at first. But, he'd ignored the mouse and all he did was hang out trying to impress everyone else by being an ass. Now that ass was stuffed full of something that looked quite a bit bigger than what was tenting the mouse's slacks. The hole looked like swollen red lips that kissed the tip of that cock when it pulled back all the way before another furious plunge rocked the hanging boy. Strangely, the rest of him seemed unconscious through all of this, probably drunk out of his mind, and the bull seemed close to it, too, spewing guttural groans while he rutted, in-between streams of crazed swearing.
The pony was getting fucked hard with those brutal, piercing thrusts. In sync, Linol's erection jumped each time those huge balls slapped with their lewd wet smacks. He eagerly watched the pervasive liquid splatter on the sides of that 'bowl' and the wood floor, not wanting to miss a thing.
Their sounds grew louder and less coherent when those tawny hips shoved in all the way, straining to hold still. Linol watched in fascination as the bull's balls seemed to twitch and roll violently by themselves, the fat brown sac snug against the wet grey of the pony's smaller leathery set. He had a good sense what was going on in the pony as the wet trickle into the bowl increased. Long seconds passed in watching the thin tail dance above beefy thighs and a sweat-slick dark crease, the bull taking his time buried in there.
Confirmation came when the two separated with a loud squelch and the owner of those spent balls staggered back. He stared at the pony, watching breathlessly as his slender pink flesh soaked in the dark, slick stain on his slacks. The boy's ruined hole was spread like a gaping mouth as cloudy, lumpy liquid drained out of its dark insides into that bowl. Its rich unmistakable scent wafted out the door in waves of heat.
The mouse was shaken out of his stupor when the bull turned towards him. He ducked back, gritting his teeth and pinning himself back against the wall, too scared to run. Though his mind raced his panic and angry reprimands that he'd screwed up something again.
Heavy, sluggish footfalls thumped closer to the door and the wavering body of the bull passed in front of him. Miraculously, the drunk didn't seem to notice the frightened grey shadow, and the stocky, spent senior stumbled down the hallway to join his passed out friends. Hidden eyes got a good look, too, of that thick veiny cock with its fat purpled head flopping around as it left behind dribbles of semen on the old vinyl tiles and trailed the matching stink of sweaty sex.
Only when the bull passed through the door at the end of the hall did the mouse exhale in relief. His panic drained out, replaced with nervous excitement.
As background sounds receded into silence Linol took a few nervous steps into the room.
The pony merely hung there, limp, too far gone if getting filled from behind didn't wake him. It rocked back and forth slowly in the slight motion of the ventilation system. Hollow plunks of newly deposited semen rolling out in white clumps and dripping in the bowl were the only sounds those broad ears picked out.
Linol's ears were one of the few things he could trust and they made the small boy bolder as he creeped quietly into the room, if a little awkwardly from the tent between those slender legs. Whiskers quivered as they came closer to that rich scent of sex, the mouse taking eager breaths of it from an overactive grey nose.
Awkwardly he stood behind the pony for a moment, not sure what to do now that he had his chance. He'd always had a low opinion of himself and slowly crushed the idea of repeating what the bull did with his comparatively small cock. Only now did it occur to him that the other boy was dressed much like a cheerleader and its tail was tied tightly up out of the way, making the mouse turn red in the ears and adding embarrassment to the struggle.
Curiosity was his weakness, though, and it brought him down closer, crouching to get a better look at another boy's hole up close. Linol had increasingly wondered if he was gay, especially now that he was away from home, and hovered in fascination as that gaping hole quivered from the touch of his whiskers. It certainly smelled much stronger than when he made himself squirt with his paw.
Finally, sure he was alone and safe, the mouse darted a pink tongue out, wiping up some of the oozing cum off the pony's hanging mottled-grey balls. The lump of semen rolling down to his throat was tangy, a bit bitter and salty, but somehow compelling. Once he tasted it, he needed more.
A long, grey tail whipped back and forth across the smooth floor as gentler mouse tongue ran over the fat, angry red button. It radiated heat on the boy's white lips as he grew heady with the flavor and scent of the bull sperm drooling down his chin as he licked it up from that quivering hole.
Linol was always being critical of everything, and debasing himself felt like just another outlet for that. It drove him on, the safety of the quiet room letting him slip deeper into the role, his nose into a pony's ass, and shortly his whole face grinding in as his tongue slurped up more of that rich cum. After the bull's brutal fuck, the entire front of his muzzle fit perfectly and sealed to those twitching, fat lips which kissed and squeezed around his cheeks.
Moments passed, the mouse living some dark fantasy he didn't realize he had as other imaginary bullies pushed him on, his muzzle bobbing against the hanging pony. From the side, anyone watching would have seen the slender throat pull up each time it swallowed another mouthful of semen. The bull had buried his load deep and it was a thick slimy mess that seemed to take forever to drain into his hungry lips. It was spiked increasingly with the taste of others before him who surely added their musky sperm into the pony's belly.
Soon, though, that tongue was straining to find more, lapping furiously inside to wipe up the remaining residue on those inner walls. Eventually, the mouse gave up, thumping back on his bottom as he breathed quick gasps, delirious in the moment. That's when his eyes reminded him of the bowl.
Dark thoughts raged inside the boy's head. His face was matted with semen, breath rank from swallowing so much. But, it was exactly what he felt he needed - no, deserved. He was still a virgin and scared of everyone, despite all his other accomplishments. They seemed to mean nothing now as he leaned forward, face hovering over that white cloudy sea. It was a swirled yellow and white mess pumped from the balls of all the other boys he lived with but couldn't even show his face around, hiding from them in fear.
That was the spark of the mouse's frustration at himself. The bullies in his head crowded around, taunting, yelling in his ears. Mousish whimpers caught in his throat and he found himself dipped face down in the bowl like a trough, slurping up the heavy ball cream. It was only slightly warm and the taste was confusing, putrid, but arousing. And so he drank, imagining in his delirious mind the other boys were holding him down and calling him all the dirty names he didn't know the words for.
Mouthfuls of cloudy, thick sperm passed down his throat, coating him in its thick drool and taking forever to swallow. Long grunting gasps for breath and nasal groans were the only sounds coming from the boy, between those straining gulps. Crouched down low on his spread knees, the whip like tail curled and made swishing patterns in the air, the only evidence of his inner conflict. Though, his hanging belly, starting to drag against the floor, was evidence of something else entirely.
Even with the rich contents sloshing around and cum clogging him, making it hard to breathe, Linol strained to do what the imaginary boys wanted. Soon, his tongue was sliding eagerly along the smeared remnants of semen clinging to the bottom of the bowl.
When he finally sat back, the mouse just stared stupidly, so wrapped up in a mental knot that (for once in his life) he had no idea what to think. Nor did he notice cooling streaks of mouse cum now running down his crotch from spraying some time before.
Fingers of understanding threatened to creep in around his sexual haze now that it seemed over. But, he wasn't ready to cope, blocking out his mind in fresh panic and swirling up in a fit to race out down the hall to his room.
A white blur passed into the converted maintenance door, Linol's closet of a room enough for his bunk bed, which quickly contained a confused young mouse. All but one of those ears were soon hidden under blankets, the rest a tight ball wrapped around a rounded belly swimming with the potent sperm of most of his dorm.
Snug in his den but no longer a virgin, Linol shed his last tears of innocence long into the still night.