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Saturday night college parties always seem to be more chill than their Friday night counterparts. On Friday there was more of a hyped-up frenzy, a week's worth of frustration and boredom needing banished by as much booze and thuddingly loud music as possible. But late on Saturdays when the true party animals reconvened, some still coping with faded hangovers from the wilder night before, they felt less need to go all out. Of course, some exceptions always applied.

Kono was happily chatting with a small group of friends in the corner of the party house's living room, sipping occasionally on a tasty hard cider and enjoying the pleasant early-party atmosphere and conversation. At no point during a Friday night party could you have this kind of casual interaction without having to yell over the music and hubbub. Kono preferred Saturdays for precisely that reason.

The chubby red panda's perfectly fluffed tail swished behind him happily as he took a drink and glanced around. There were a few other small groups clustered around the living room, the participants similarly chatting and laughing, the circles slowly morphing as partygoers joined and left.

As Kono watched, the front door to the house opened and an odd creature sauntered in. The newcomer's slim swimmery build and long conical tail seemed firmly otterish... but two formidable ivory saberteeth jutted out from under his upper lip and extended to just past his chin, ending in carefully blunted round tips on either side of his handsome dark-brown goatee.

Most of the other partiers also turned their heads toward the unusual otter, and there were several friendly exclamations of "Eyyyy Jon!" The otter closed the door behind himself and confidently shot finger-guns at a few of his buddies, joining one of the small groups and tugging one of the cans out of the six-pack he dangled casually from his left-hand fingers. He seemed to be immediately at home fitting in with everyone around him, slugging back quite a bit of beer already and playfully elbowing a neighbor while cackling loudly.

Kono similarly nudged an acquaintance next to himself, who had verbally greeted Jon a few seconds ago. "Who's that guy?" the red panda asked the tall zebra.

"The otter dude? That's Jon Sanders, you don't know him? Cool dude. He eats asshole like nobody else's business. He's probably rimmed half the people on campus, haha." The zebra snickered and swigged his own beer, acting as if such a dirty revelation was actually just humorous common knowledge.

"Really?" Kono felt himself blushing, furtively glancing around to see if anyone had heard the zebra. If they had, none of them were shocked. They went on drinking and talking over the soft thump of background music. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I actually... let him do me once. We were in the same dorm freshman year. He's definitely got a mouth on him."

Kono looked back over to the group in the middle of the room that Jon had joined. The fanged otter was guffawing brazenly at something, his jaws open wide in the surprisingly cavernous way otters do, tusks and tongue on full display. A mouth, indeed.

The red panda warily took another drink of his cider and rejoined the conversation around him, but as the party progressed and he felt himself becoming more comfortable, he started seeing Jon everywhere. The slinky otter seemed to either already know everyone at the party or make fast friends with them over a beer or two.

When Kono wandered back out to the living room after spending an hour or so chatting with classmates in the back yard, he spotted Jon again, the otter even more animated than before. Now Jon was congregated with a group of Kono's own friends, and as the red panda cracked open his third can of cider for the night, he felt just confident enough to introduce himself.

"Hi there. Jon?" Kono said with a smile as he sidled up next to the lanky tan-furred otter in the loose circle of people.

Jon peered over and smiled warmly. "Yup! Guess you've heard of me. What's up dude?"

"Well I've heard... something about you, at least. I'm Kono."

"Good to meet ya, bro! You've heard just... terrible things, I'm sure." Jon's grin was smirky yet genuine and playful, and his somehow warm-looking gray eyes were lit up with ottery mischief.

"Well um..." Kono was glad he had had a couple of drinks already. Embarrassed heat was creeping into his already-red cheeks again, but he was too curious about what he'd heard to not go ahead and ask. He had to stand up on his toes a bit to speak closer to the taller otter's ear. "I heard you eat a lot of ass."

Jon grinned wider than ever and even let out a low satisfied growl. "You bet I do. Interested in a demonstration?"

Even after a few drinks, Kono was much more easily embarrassed than his new lutrine acquaintance seemed to be. But given that Jon's reputation seemed to precede him everywhere, no one seemed to acknowledge their exchange even if they did overhear it.

The low-key nature of their flirtation was very short-lived, however. As soon as Kono shyly nodded his head at Jon, the otter reached down with his non-beer hand and gave the red panda's ass a firm but slow squeeze through his shorts. Kono yipped out a small squeaky "wah!" sound characteristic of his species, but then started to switch his tail back and forth happily over the otter's knuckles. "There's a few back rooms, I could go scrub back there real quick and then we could get comfy..."

One side of Jon's upper lip curled up almost nastily, exposing the thick root of the sabertooth on that side. "Neither's necessary." Using his grip on the back of Kono's shorts, the otter guided the panda to the couch against the front wall of the room and gently pushed him forward onto it. Kono yipped again softly, buckling so that his knees hit the cushions and his wrists caught the back of the couch.

Already Jon was kneeling behind him, now rubbing both of the panda's buttocks with his nimble hands. Kono could hear the otter literally purring, and he shivered with exotic delight. Were they really going to...

Jon reached up between the panda's legs and undid the button of his shorts. Kono felt Jon chuckle into _his_ear this time. "You okay with doin it right here, cutie?"

The red panda actually moaned and felt his stomach sort of sink, but in a pleasant naughty way. "Right now? In front of everyone? I um... if you want to, I'm okay with that, just... never done it like this before..."

Jon's fingers left Kono's butt cheeks and rose to the back of the waistband of the shorts. His thumbs hooked deftly and started tugging downward, and Kono could immediately feel the otter's hot breath in his ass crack as it got more and more revealed. Soon the red panda's entire butt was bared to the world, and a good bit of upper thigh too. Since Jon had mostly just pulled the back of the shorts and underwear down, Kono's privates were still hidden from view within the front of the waistband, though a quick extra tug could have easily revealed them as well, at any point.

From the group they had just left came an amused jeer of "Look, Jon's gettin it as always!" along with a few giggles and shocked "oh my god!"s. Kono's ringed tail swayed unsurely, lifted above his very bared butt area. He thought of all of his friends in the room both male and female, and how they were about to see his bare asshole... He took a drink from his can of cider and swallowed it along with his nervousness. He was determined to find out how this would go.

He felt coarse whiskers tickle against the furred rounds of his ass and knew Jon was going for it. He heard the otter mutter, as if just to himself, "Mmmf, nice and natural back here, glad I didn't have you wash first..." And then, with no further hesitation, Jon's mouth latched on to where it belonged.

Kono could not stop his natural moan when he felt the sudden warm suction of Jon's lips around his anus. That sunken-stomach feeling was now starting to become giddy butterflies at the surreality of having such a dirty thing done to him in plain view of dozens of people, some of whom were his good friends. But as he folded his orange-backed ears around to hear the party's reactions, he found that none were offended or even taken aback. They all knew of Jon's escapades, and seemed to treat this occurrence just as the zebra had related it: with nonchalance at worst and amusement at best.

The red panda finally relaxed, and even smiled blissfully as Jon's mouth and tongue went to work slurping, suckling, and licking the warm and flavorful wrinkles of the butthole. It was almost massage-like, relaxing as well as erotic. Kono soon realized that since the couch he was kneeling on was up against the front wall of the house, he was looking directly out of the front window onto the street. His eyes felt dreamy and drifty as he gazed out at the other houses along the damp nighttime street, seeing a few others that were definitely holding parties of their own, with furs amiably strolling in and out and between them. It was quite a view, though not nearly as exotic as the view the party behind him was snickering at.

Jon's palms kneaded the panda's bare ass as he hummed and purred and munched his favorite forbidden feast, and his thumbs helped tug the plump and perfectly doughy cheeks apart even as his smooth saberteeth acted as bumpers for his mouth. Kono had never had a rimjob quite like this. The asshole-fixated otter varied up his technique every few seconds, doing things to Kono's anus that the panda sometimes couldn't even recognize. He felt thoroughly beguiled. His entire anal region felt tingly and pleasantly throbbing. He hoped Jon's tongue was mostly hiding his actual butthole from view, but a few times the otter pulled back to visually admire the fold-rimmed pink ring, and Kono still felt his ass spread open by Jon's thumbs. "Hey Kono, nice butthole!" he heard someone in the room bray, and several others laughed, but it didn't feel truly mocking. No one had left the room, either. "Eat that ass, Jonny! Get him!" came another encouraging loud voice, and Jon did just that, tucking back into his meal with dedication and panache.

At one point, Kono felt Jon kneading closer and closer to his anus, and then he let out the loudest moment of the night as the otter's spit-slickened thumb slid its way firmly into his rear passage. Jon's other fingers curled around under the panda's taint and massaged there while working his entire right thumb side to side and in and out of Kono's well-appreciated asshole. The thumbing went on for several minutes, Jon still kissing and rubbing his lips on the other male's ass, until finally the digit tugged out, making Kono gasp. Jon immediately stuck the thumb in his own mouth and happily sucked it clean, before diving right back in to rub his mouth on the source directly.

While Jon was always content to just slurp away at a friendly asshole for hours with no escalation, Kono was already feeling some pressure building in his own lower region. Taking another sip of cider and then clearing his throat, he managed to stammer out, "Jon, I'm... ohhhh I feel like I'm gonna cum if you keep... doing my asshole. Ohhhh wow..."

That made the otter add a pleased growl to his constant purr, and Kono even felt the vibration of it in his ass from Jon's whiskers and nose. Jon's right hand left the plush mound of butt cheek that it had been squeezing, and slipped up once again between the red panda's legs. He gently gripped the panda's stiffened cock from below, tugging it downward just enough that he could get a good stroking angle. The way he munched around Kono's asshole became heated and almost aggressive as he started expertly twisting his fist around the panda's penis, milking him and making Kono feel as if there was a tug-of-war going on over his taint. It was absolutely thrilling.

Kono didn't even realize he was adding to the motion, humping forward and backward between Jon's skillful hand and expert mouth. "I'm gonna... Jon..."

The otter had plenty of experience handling this situation. He buried his muzzle roughly in the red panda's ass, applying as much pressure to the asshole as his tongue would allow and wiggling just the tip into the center of the folds to tug and enter the loosened muscular ring. Jon's eyes rolled back as Kono's buttocks started to tense and spasm on either side of his snout, squeezing snugly against his tusks and quivering whiskers.

And just at the exact right time, when he felt Kono's ass go rigid at maximum tension, he stopped the full stroking of the cock he held, and cupped his palm around the head of the penis to catch the numerous splurts of red panda cum before it could stain the couch and the panda's briefs.

Kono had forgotten that he could be seen through the front window, and lost himself in the moment, his mouth an ecstatic O and his dark-red-streaked hair sticking up in sweaty clumps. He continued bucking back and forth throughout his public orgasm, the attention from both sides for just a moment becoming delirious overstimulation. His asshole spasmed and throbbed between Jon's locked-on lips just as much as his cock was in his pants.

And then it was over. Jon huffed a chuckle into Kono's ass, gave the nice dark-pink asshole a final affectionate smooch, and withdrew his hand and sat back on his haunches. The rear of the red panda's waistband was now pulled down enough, and Kono's ass was wantonly jutted outward enough, that the back of his brown-furred scrotum was visible to everyone in the room who was looking, which at this point was everyone.

As Kono's cock softened and dropped down into view between his spread legs too, he started to feel the eyes on them and deeply blushed, hiding his face in his arms and moaning in belated embarrassment. It might have been too late for shyness, but post-orgasm clarity kicked in and he dropped his wide tail down to cover himself before anyone could get _too _much of a look at his most private places.

But Jon just wiped his frothy mouth with the back of his hand, picked up the can of beer he'd set nearby on the floor, and grinned at the onlookers. "What? Never seen me eat asshole before?"