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I was in geek heaven.

Just where else could a fur EVER hope to see even half of the things that were taking place just right now in front of my very own eyes? I watched how Darth Vader drank coffee from a takeaway mug with a Jaffa soldier, the snakehead armor and all. The two furs were sizing up each other's costumes as they leaned against the railing on the second floor of the massive cavern-like conference center. Down on the main level, I could see a bunch of Stormtroopers doing a pretty good job on "Thriller" while an appropriately thrilled crowd cheered for them madly. The blaring of those huge loudspeakers was loud enough to make my whiskers wobble even here where I stood, near the staircase leading down to the main floor.

I had a perfect view of the entire floor of the conference centre, all the way to the massive queue of furs gathering under a huge banner spanning over the entire floor and that read:

TODAY AT THE GREAT HALL

10.00 - 12.00

SCOTT BAKULA

CONNOR TRINNEER

13.00-15.30

TRICIA HELFER!

KATIE SACKHOFF

MARY MCDONNEL

18:00-21:00

EA GAMES GIVEAWAY BINGO

The line to see the big stars seemed to be the current main attraction going on at the conference center, but even beyond this great writhing mass of furs dressed in T-shirts, homemade uniforms and aliens costumes, the whole place was still really busy. There were eager furs everywhere, slowly ambling along and taking in all the sights that the 15th Transcontinental Science Fiction Convention of 2011 could offer.

My friend Logan and I were standing in front of a small Microsoft-sponsored stall where you could get your picture taken with some fur in an authentic-looking Master Chief costume. Logan had his iPhone out and he was texting one-pawedly at a breakneck pace. He sure had agile paws, that wolf, I couldn't' help but notice again as I watched his shaggy grey fingers tap the phone madly. I knew those paws well for their extra dexterity compared to my own ursine ones had won him quite the few video games in the past, even if I had the BigBoysPlus-sized controller for my X-Box.

I scratched the back of my slightly sweaty neck and let my eyes wander over the floor as I waited for my friend to finish up the sixth text of the day for his girlfriend, Sophy. The lynx had not been very happy with the news that she would not be included on the trip to glitzy California, even if Logan had assured her that we would spend all our time stuffed inside a sweaty conference centre packed with nerds and geeks. A quick look to a pair of busty vixens dressed up as two identical copies of Number Six from BSG made me think that perhaps his assurances had not been quite as truthful as they could have been, but nonetheless, Sophy seemed to happy enough to receive a goofy picture of Logan every few hours, along with his assurances that he would try and get a picture of Lea Michele's house in Hollywood. She had finally let us go, as long as we made a promise not to go Brokeback on the way, and we had left with good intentions and great humor into the one final great adventure before we'd venture out to the big world of college.

Logan and I had saved up most of our wages from last summer's jobs in order to pay for the flights, the convention tickets, a nice enough hotel room for two as well as for any other things necessary for a geeky pilgrimage. We had graduated only a couple of weeks ago, and now the highlight of the great summer of 2011 was at paw, and we certainly had not been disappointed yet.

It was Saturday morning and everything had been great so far. Since we arrived on Friday, we had already queued up to get Patrick Stewart's autographs, listened to Andy Serkis tell about how they shot Lord of the Rings, ran into some hardcore Avatar fans all busy talking in Na'vi, and drank green booze at the conference lounge with some very nice Trekkies from Southwest. They included a cheetah who wanted to show her Orion slave girl dance moves to Logan, and I really had to step up and make sure that the randy would not have to spend the rest of his travel budget on buying expensive presents for Sophy. I don't think I even care to tell you what I had to do to make him to stop following around a tall jaguar wearing a bodysuit and putting up a pretty good Seven of Nine impression.

Now, after four hours of sleep on worn hotel mattresses, we were a rail pair of swinging 19-year-old furs ready to conquer the Milky Way once again. At the moment, though, it seemed that Logan was more intent on conquering Sophy's way, at least judging from the time he spent composing yet another sappy text for the high-maintenance lynx girlfriend. I watched the grey wolf in a Captain Kirk t-shirt for a while and snuffled quietly.

I used to have a crush on him, for a little while when we were 16 and had just came out to each other as sci-fi fans due to me catching him buying discount Star Trek Voyager Season 3 DVD's at the local game shop. After such a forceful outing by me, we had hit off together nicely and became friends due to our shared interests. As time passed, I couldn't help but get attracted to the friendly and not too bad-looking wolf. He was always nice to me, even if I wasn't a popular kid, he knew a lot about Stargate, and he was single...so, I guess it was hardly a surprise that I kinda fell for him in that typical gay fur way. Maybe it was just a teen way, anyway, but well...complications of being a dude in love with a dude were of course there.

Logan was the first person in the world besides some faceless online acquaintances that I told that I was gay, back when we both were 17.

He was also the first guy ever to turn me down, kinda.

I never told him about my crush in words, but I saw it in his eyes, when I held his eyes and had THAT look in my own eyes, when I was thinking whether he'd hit me, laugh at me, tell me to piss off or kiss me forcefully. It lasted for about five seconds, and then he just said that he had wondered why I always made my Fallout character to walk around only in his underwear.

The magic of the moment was over, and I felt like I was going to throw up, but I also wanted to hug him and tell him that he was the best friend in the world for not trying to bash the gay out of me.

I did cry a little bit afterwards, but...oh well. At least we had Voyager.

With a resounding beep, Logan finished his sexting and put his phone back into his jeans pocket.

He turned to look at me with a broad grin, and I smiled back.

"You wanna take a picture of us posing with the Chief for Sophy?" the handsome wolf smirked at me.

"Think she'd appreciate it?" I replied, tilting my head and flicking an ear.

"Maybe she would, No," the wolf smirked as he used my nickname.

No for Noah, that's what he called me. I never had a friend before who used a nickname of me, so it was more than cool for me.

"You could ask those girls to join us, to make it more interesting," I grinned and pointed a paw towards the two Number Sixes who were still lingering nearby and pretty much causing a traffic jam with their double assets.

Logan's eyes turned towards the robotic pair and lingered out there for just a bit longer than he probably should have considering that he had a steady girlfriend, but then he turned to look at me again and snuffled, his ears flat.

"She'd stir fry me and probably request security camera footage from this place to make sure I didn't make a pass at them," the wolf shrugged.

I couldn't help but laugh at his silly words, and winked.

"If you want a picture of them, maybe I could pose with them, and you can get a copy," I offered him with a sincere smile of my own.

The wolf's tail flicked behind him as he snuffled.

"Do you think I want a picture of those hot babes be spoiled by you, Chewbacca?" he huffed and gave me a glare.

The implication to my big bear size went past my sensibilities without much trouble. I knew I was larger than most, but that came from the simple fact that I was a tall, heavily set brown bear boy, a nice specimen of my own kind, even though I certainly wouldn't have made the varsity sports team. You wouldn't have mistaken me for a wrestler, but since getting to know the sporty wolf, I had taken on running, and those long runs with him while I'd huff and feel like I was going to die before the first mile was over had really helped us build our friendship further.

Besides, my bathroom shower would smell of a ripe wolf after he'd use it before we'd settle down to play video games or watch sci-fi after a run, so there were definite extra benefits to it besides just helping me to keep in shape.

"I bet I could talk them to sit on my lap for the picture," I told him, and winked.

Logan snuffled again and flicked a tall, pointy ear at me.

"Don't you try to pull the 'all girls dig gay guys' trick at me, No," he snuffled. "I can score my own girls if I want to."

"I'd want to see you try," I smirked back and glanced over to the inviting pair of vixens who were currently being chatted up by a wolverine wearing a Starfleet uniform that looked like it had been made out of a pair of Christmas gift pajamas.

I think I could still see stripes on the fabric that had been dyed black for the purpose.

"You're no fun," Logan smirked and winked at me, and I winked back, and we butted fisted paws together, knuckle to knuckle, and congratulated each other on some good puns.

"Well, we could still take a picture of each other with the Chief," I suggested, and Logan nodded.

"Okay," he mused and dug his phone back out again and handed it to me.

I took his flimsy iPhone and took my own phone out too, and stood there for a while as he waited for his turn, and then snapped a couple of shots into both phones before we traded places, and I put up my best smile as I posed with the green hunk of a space marine, and Logan took the pictures.

"What do you wanna do next?" Logan asked me as I pocketed my phone again.

"Well, Mark A. Sheppard's at the small auditorium at 11," I told him, glancing at the big clock that said that it was about twenty minutes until that time.

I held out the folded con program I had in my back pocket, and showed him the point I had circled from the daily schedule. Logan squinted as he tried to read the small print.

"Renowned actor Mark A. Sheppard discusses his numerous guest starring roles in every cult TV show on the television. Doctor Who sneak peaks will be presented at the end of question hour," he read out.

I chuckled at the wolf's flicking ears and then pointed out another section.

"Well, if that's not what you like, there's also a Na'vi body painting work shop starting at quarter past," I smirked.

I could see his eyes widen a little bit at that, but then his ears flattened.

"Nahhh, I mean, the idea of girls getting naked and rubbing blue furpaint on each other is pretty hot," he replied, "but I'm allergic to nail polish remover."

I snuffled at his pickiness and decided to move on.

"Well, there's Eric Stoltz at twelve, speaking of his time at the set of Back to the Future, before he was replaced, and he has also promised to talk about the end of Caprica," I reminded him, pointing a thick paw at the picture of the actor on the folded glossy brochure.

"Nahh, I'm not into Galactica," Logan shrugged.

"I guess you won't be coming to the Galactica cast hour at one pm either then," I noted.

"Nahh, I'll find something else to do."

"Not even with the original version of those - " I told him and nodded towards the pair of vixens in their flowing red dresses, " - in attendance?"

His ears perked mildly at the idea, but he still shook his head.

"Nah, no thanks, No, I think that the Xena lookalike competition in the lounge bar at half past twelve is going to be my game," he grinned, and it looked like that kind of a grin that a predatory fur gets after spotting a particularly juicy steak.

"I bet the pictures you're going to take there are not going to be amongst those you plan to show to Sophy," I smirked.

Logan whacked my hip with his tail and snorted.

"I'll make damn sure that every fur in the pictures I show to her looks something like...you!" he sniped.

I showed him my teeth and growled a bit for emphasis, but he knew that I wasn't being angry with him at all. I didn't look too bad, I suppose, wearing my jeans and sneakers and my USS Enterprise NCC-1701-D t-shirt which thankfully didn't stretch too much over my midriff. My bespectacled head was broad and I had nicely shaped ears, and the girls always wanted to pet my head furs which they claimed to be really soft, and nice.

I didn't think it necessary to tell them about the two kinds of conditioner I used on it, but heck, there are limits to just how gay one can appear, right?

"Well, if everyone looked like YOU," I told him, giving him a wink, "I think I could just move here."

Logan shrugged and puffed his chest out a little.

"Well, how can I help it that I happen to sport naturally good surfer boy looks?"

"A surfer boy who lives six hundred miles away from the sea," I snarked ruthlessly.

Logan swiped my arm with his fist and snorted.

"Grow up, man," he complained.

"No, you grow up, and start thinking with your head and not your dick," I told him.

Logan shook his head.

"I knew you were gonna take it down to dick business sooner or later," he spoke theatrically and launched off, almost disappearing into the crowd of furs milling about.

I followed the cheeky wolf, passing the two identical-looking vixens who were gathering an ever-growing audience due to the merit of their tits, and then we managed to get into the less crowded section of the walkway. There were small stalls on both sides, selling out all sorts of memorabilia and whatnot. There was the typical assortment of indie comic books, posters, T-shirts, DVD's, customized game controllers and Stargate Command uniforms on sale, every peddler manning the stalls eager to make us lose some of our bucks in the process of browsing the wares. I got up to Logan's side and we walked together, chatting and making bad jokes and admiring the paw work of some of the alien costumes that were worn by the furs we happened to see. It was our second day, after all, and the stalls were familiar, so now we could take it at a more comfortable pace rather than just madly rush from side to side.

We headed to the food court after a while and actually managed to avoid the worst rush hour - we only queued for our burgers and fries for 25 minutes, after all. We left the stuffed fast food joint and took our meal walking and talking, enjoying Coke and fries and kept the magic alive. I held Logan's soda in my paw when he fished out his vibrating iPhone from his jeans' pocket and checked the latest text from Sophy.

His ears flattened.

"Not happy with the latest picture?" I smirked, suggesting that the picture I took of him posing goofily while leaning against the railing and trying to look cool wasn't good enough for her.

"She said it was sexy and made her hot and bothered, but now she's sending me Lea Michele's address which she got from Perez Hilton's blog," the wolf shook his head, clutching the phone with his slightly greasy pawfingers.

"Oh, shit," I spoke absentmindedly, my maw full of burger and mustard.

"I'm fucked up, man," Logan groaned, scratching the back of his head, his ears flattening and his tail flicking nervously.

"Hey, man, I'll look it up from the net, ok?" I told him, assuring, giving him my best smile. "I mean, if they've got the address out there, there's bound to be pictures, right? She won't know the difference."

The wolf frowned and thought about it for a while before he shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess," he spoke, flipping the phone over in his paw simply to show off and then started to type a new text full of sickeningly sweet purrings for the lynx.

"Figures, anyway," he snuffled, and I raised my brow.

"What?"

"That you'd know about that shit," Logan grunted, "Glee and all."

I flicked my stubby tail defiantly, even if he could not see it, and decided to give him a full broadside of gay in thanks to that comment. I launched into a speech, even remembering to raise my voice by an octave or two, and didn't forget the lisp either.

"Well, you know it has this really hot footballer wolf, Finn, who walked around the school naked in the Halloween episode, and he's so good-looking, and then there's this even hotter bear, Karofsky who's a closeted football player gay jock, and he had like million Facebook fans overnight after he kissed this swish fox, Kurt..."

Logan's ears flattened, and he flashed me his teeth briefly, before just shaking his head.

"Dude, that's pretty much the gayest thing you have ever said, and that's even when we count the time you told me when we were drunk that you used to have the hots for Nick Dronnigan back at 11th grade," the wolf complained.

I flicked my ears at him and mimicked his earlier shrug, being careful not to drop any of my fries from the wrapped bundle at my paw.

"Well, how'bout the time when me and your sister sang a duet of Spice Girl's "Wannabe" on her SingStar?" I suggested, trying to ramp up the gayness just a little bit more.

I'm sure Logan would have facepalmed should he have had any free paws at the moment, but instead he just finished up his text and snorted.

"Cindy still has such a crush on you, you know," the wolf replied as he stuffed his phone back into its safe place.

"She's 13," I replied, "she probably has a crush on Justin Bieber now. Who am I to compete with Justin Bieber?"

Logan flinched at the mention of the singing sensation.

"Still, you're gonna break her heart, you know," he replied, distracting himself with a deep sip from his Coke.

"She's gonna start going out with some pimple-faced boy called Corey and forget all about big ol' Noah," I told my friend with a grin, and he seemed to agree, for he didn't comment on the matter any further.

"She'll probably remove me from her Facebook friends, too," I added.

I took a good slurp out of my own Coke and munched down another nice, bit bite of my double cheeseburger before I spoke up again.

"What did you tell her about the thing, by the way?" I asked him, my ears perking curiously.

"Told her that it's not too far from where we live, and that we can pop by before we leave on Monday afternoon," he spoke, and I had the nagging feeling that she might actually buy the excuse.

That's why I just nodded.

"She's gonna get you by your balls if she finds out," I remarked.

The wolf looked at me, deadpan, and copped a quick feel of the front of his black cargo pants.

"I'm a bit too fond of my package to let any mishap happen to them, I think," he replied and went back to eating his lunch.

Okay, I admit that I did look really carefully as he did that little maneuver of his own, but better not to go into that territory.

For the next ten minutes Logan tried to talk me to come to the Xena lookalike competition with him, promising that there'd be a lot of wrestling in leather outfits, but I told him that I wanted to go and see my favorite on-screen politician Mary McDonnell aka President Laura Roslin.

"It's your loss," the wolf snuffled, licking his pawpads clean of any tasty, salty residue they might have, "but I guess I hope you'll have some fun there with the other Galactica geeks."

"I hope you'll have lot of fun with your Xena geeks," I wished him well in a similar manner.

Logan glanced at the clock and noted that it was already 12 'clock, and he told me that he would be heading out to the lounge bar to get a really good seat.

"Anything you going to do while you wait for your fun to begin?" he asked me.

"Guess I'll just go down and join the queue," I told him, "I know there's gonna be big rush, but it's a big hall, I ought to get nice enough a place."

"Suit yourself," he told me, and with mutual grins and shoulder pats , we parted, and I watched him head down towards the other side of the conference center while I wandered down the big, wide stairs.

I could already see the crowd gathering up from where I stood. There were still a few Trekkies lingering around after leaving the Star Trek: Enterprise presentation by its two big stars, but most of the furs in attendance were there simply to wait for their big moment to come, the three female stars of Battlestar Galactica sharing the big auditorium stage. I walked slowly and steadily, making sure to look around carefully in case I might spot something cool, until I reached the edge of the slowly growing mass of furs, and simply planted myself there.

I got the time to look around the crow properly, and get to see what kind of furs were hiding amongst the mass of bodies and scents all mixing up together at the floor. There were already over two hundred furs there, I guess, with a definite male dominance to the numbers, but there was also a smattering of girls amongst us geeky guys. I saw a tall wolf girl wearing a Battlestar Galactica cap on her head and holding the paw of a similarly tall wolf fellah who looked more than a little proud for the fact that he was in attendance with a girlfriend who seemed to be equally interested in the sci-fi as he was. There was a girl duo formed by a tigress and a lioness, who seemed to be at the centre of attention of about a dozen guys surrounding them, and by the cunning looks on their eyes, I was pretty much sure that the girls would be having their prime pick out of the lot. I also spotted the by now familiar vixens in their red dresses and well-done blonde hair pieces, both impersonating the busty android woman with tail-wagging accuracy. Their group of admirers must have numbered in dozens.

It's not that there weren't other kind of nice sights there, too. We may have been all geeks, but geek doesn't equal ugly, right? There were plenty of handsome canines and felines, and a pretty cute wolverine who kept tapping his mobile phone all the time, and a slim Dalmatian boy about my age wearing a sleeveless shirt. He had some definition in those arms alright, and I couldn't but ogle just a little before I let my eyes wander a bit more. There wasn't a shortage of bears or other kind of heavier furs, and though I didn't mind if someone had a little bit of flesh on them, I guess it wasn't too big of an admission to say that I liked some muscles on a fur, too.

After a while of ogling and upon feeling a slight increase of pressure in my jeans, I snuffled and scratched my belly and decided that it might be a better idea to turn my attention away from guy's butts and into something more of a sci-fi related business. I glanced up for a clock but could not see any from this angle, so I took out my phone and saw that it was now twenty past twelve. It'd probably be another 20 minutes or so before they'd start letting furs into the auditorium, so I didn't have anything else to do except put my phone away and try to keep my thoughts from wandering too much into nice bear rumps and cute fox boy ears.

My resolve to not to ogle faltered a little bit when I shifted around to get a numbness out of my right paw, and my eyes spotted a cougar standing next to me who hadn't been there before. He was pretty tall, about my height, and was wearing a blue Colonial Fleet uniform that looked genuine enough, complete with Major's rank insignia and flight pips signaling that he had decided to dress up as Lee Adama. A thick and agile, tawny tail looped behind him as he stood there, looking ever as confident as the fictional counterpart he had decided to impersonate for the con. I had to admit that the uniform sat on him pretty well, too.

I also suppose that I kept my eyes fixed on this new sight long enough for the cougar to notice that he was being stared by a complete stranger, for the white-cheeked feline spoke to me in a low, purring voice.

"Hi" he said in that kind of a very polite voice that you used to speak to complete strangers, and he tilted his head a little, too, in a way of greeting, and looked non-pulsed.

"Hey," I replied, flicking an ear absentmindedly.

The cougar looked me up from head to toe, attentive blue eyes checking out this mysterious brown bear who was checking him out. I felt a little bit foolish for it, but he didn't seem to mind. At least he didn't turn away, anyway.

"You coming to see the Galactica ladies, yeah?" he spoke in that same nice, purring voice.

"Uhh, yeah," I replied, "especially McDonnell, you know."

"I'm big for Katie myself," the cougar smiled, and his feline grin was a smart one, showing just a hint of pearly white teeth, too.

They were in a nice contrast with the dirty brown or yellow tone of his furs, and I couldn't help but smile a little, back to him.

"Yeah, she really nails Starbuck, does she?"

"She was pretty great in Nip/Tuck, too," the cougar spoke again, his tail looping now around a blue pant's leg. "Played that crazy anesthesiologist who like to get high on nitrous oxide."

I flicked an ear, curious and happy to hear that this guy here not only was dressed up as one of my favorite characters from Galactica, but also held an impressive amount of trivia in his tawny head, too.

"Yeah, shame they had to replace her with McGowan, yeah," I replied, trying to sound really much in the know.

I guess I was, too, for he smiled back.

"Yeah, it wasn't quite the same," he purred, "would've been cool to see Kate as the serial killer and stuff."

I nodded and smiled a little.

"I don't think I watched every episode, though," I admitted. "It's a bit freaky, I guess."

"Yeah, I guess, with that crazy Kimber and all," he mused, scratching the side of his muzzle with a slender, tawny paw.

I felt at the loss of words for a moment, being a bit of non-expert when it came to that freaky about plastic surgery, so I tried another subject instead.

"So, uh...you came from afar to be here?" I asked, trying to sound all cool with it.

The cougar put his paw down back to relax against his hip and smiled.

"Pretty far, I guess," he grinned, "St. Louis."

"Wow!" I exclaimed in a "Whoa, dude!" kind of a voice, and he flicked his ears at the sound of me exclaiming so loudly.

"Heheh, how'bout you?" he smirked.

"Oh, right, me and my friend, we're from Colorado," I explained quickly, "not too far from Denver."

"That's cool," the cougar replied.

I snuffled and rubbed my jaw.

"He's not here, though, he wanted to go and see the Xena competition," I explained, to have something to say, I guess.

The cougar flicked his ears and smirked.

"Oh, really? He actually chose fake Xenas over Tricia?"

"Yeah, can you believe it?" I spoke.

I'm sure my voice rose a little bit too high when I said it, and I sounded a little bit too disbelieving for it to be wholly genuine, but he seemed to buy my "Whoa, dude!" voice again, for he just smiled and flicked his tailtip from side to side.

"He doesn't know what's the best for him, to be honest," the cougar spoke in sort of a jokey voice again, still amused, which was a good thing, because if I could keep chatting with this cougar, the time in the queue would pass much faster, and what did I have to lose anyway?

His eyes glinted as he pointed a paw towards the double vixens who were smiling eagerly for their happy set of male admirers.

"I mean," he said, gesturing towards the crowd within a crowd that was formed with those two girls as its center point, "if those two would start making out right now...they'd have to call up the SWAT team, man!"

He laughed at his own joke, and I laughed too, finding the image of the armored furs tearing some horny geeks apart from the vixens pretty funny to think about. The cougar seemed to be pleased by amusement, as well.

"Oh, I'm Matt, by the way," he spoke to me, those blue eyes friendly as he held out a paw.

I stared at his offered paw for a moment, a bit dumbstruck by his almost formal politeness, and then I simply smiled and grabbed his paw with my own. My paw was bigger than his, so it fit in my palm nicely, and I gave him a little squeeze.

"My name's Noah," I replied, giving him my best smile again. "Nice to meet a fellow fan."

"Always nice, that, "the cougar whom I now knew to be called Matt, grinned.

We detached ours paws and stood there for a while without speaking, probably unsure what to say next, until I gathered my courage and spoke up again.

"Well, I guess you're a big Lee fan, right?" I said, giving a vague gesture for his outfit.

His laugh was a ringing purr that made my whiskers shake a little bit for no reason.

"Nahh, not really, but hey, it's the coolest uniform, right?" he spoke, tipping his arms to the side so as to show off the official coolness of the garb he was dressed in. "Who doesn't like Fleet officers, right?"

By the way those uniform pants fitted him, I could not opposite his statement.

In fact, I had to remind myself to snap my eyes back up to meet his, and I felt a slight blush creep over my neck and cheeks at the idea that he might have caught me staring at his barely visible junk, but thankfully he didn't even frown.

"I guess you're damn right, heheheh," I laughed, and it came out as rumblingly as you'd expect from a big bear with a wide chest, just like I was.

"Can I guess from your own...ahem...uniform, that you're big on Trek, too?" Matt the cougar asked me, eying the big spaceship covering my chest with great interest.

"Yeah, I suppose it's the typical gateway sci-fi that sparks the addiction you have to start fuelling with Galactica and Stargate and Babylon 5 once you run out of Trek," I smirked.

"Not to forget Andromeda, V, Farscape, Earth: The Final Conflict...," Matt listed out.

"Man, that's pretty hardcore," I chuckled at the list of more "cult" kind of sci-fi shows, , "can't say I've watched all that, though."

"Well, how'bout the softcore stuff then?" he smirked toothily. "Lost? X-Files? Fringe?"

My ears flicked with delight at the mentioning of familiar shows.

"Yeah, I watched most of Lost , didn't get it too much, and I'm definitely a big Walter Bishop fan," I admitted without much shame in such a display of utter geekness.

"I've a soft spot for Astrid," Matt smiled, tilting his head to the side lightly as he spoke.

"Yeah, she's always fun," I agreed. "Needs someone sane around the lab."

The cougar smirked in a very cat-like way and I had to admit that it was a really nice smile.

"Amen, brother, amen."

A strange kind of a rushing sound came from behind me, and as I turned my head to look around I spotted some burly-looking security guards wearing black tank tops and looking meaning as they filed up next to the auditorium doors, ready to make sure that everyone wanting to come in would enter the great room in good order.

"Guess it's a go now," Matt spoke from my side, and I turned to look at him and nodded, and he smiled back.

"Yeah, I guess."

"Well, let's go!" he grinned.

It took almost ten minutes or so before we finally reached the doors and I could see the big auditorium properly. I could see the stage that had been set with a big video screen and the compulsory table and chairs and microphones for the VIP speakers of the day. The winding auditorium was quickly filling with furs, slowly coming down the aisles and filing into the seats that were being filled in order under the close supervision of the security guys gesturing and yelling orders for the over-eager fans who were trying to jump the queue, so to speak.

Thankfully me and the cougar, Matt, had been in place early enough, and we managed to get adjoining seats from left center of the auditorium, not too close, I guess, but still, judging by the distance, I was pretty sure that we could still see the real stars without having to resort to the giant video screens only.

I settled down with a big thump, and watched how the cougar settled with definite cat-like grace onto his seat and didn't even get his uniform badly rumpled in the process. He gave me a grin and folded his legs down comfortably. I smiled back, quickly.

"Not too bad seats, eh?"

"Nah, I guess we're cool," I mused.

"Oh, yeah, my friends back at St. Louis were fuming when I told them that I was going," he grinned. "They so wanted to come but couldn't get the tickets."

"Same goes for my friend's girlfriend," I snuffled, "She pretty much threatened to go on a sex strike if he didn't take her with her."

Matt chuckled loudly upon hearing this and kept snickering nasally for a few moments, and he even had to pat his chest to make himself calm down. Once he was finished, his ears still flicked, and his tail was looping happily from side to side between his knees, coiled about his leg as that thick appendage still was. I'd always been envious of the felines for their long, useful tails, when my own was just a silly little stub that wasn't good for showing off or anything like that.

"Poor fellah," he grinned, "and judging by the fact that you told me that he went for the Xena lookalike competition, she didn't come along after all."

"Yeah," I snuffled, "She kind of agreed to it if I promised to make sure that he would not try to hit on any girls, and if he'd do her this favor, kind of."

I leaned a bit closer, now, so that I didn't have to speak loudly over the almost buzzing noise of the auditorium full of eager geeks, and then told him a few choice words about Sophy, Logan and Lea Michele's home address.

Matt's ears flattened as he listened to my tale, and about halfway through he simply doubled over and laughed for about two minutes against his own knees. It looked like he was wiping the corners of his eyes after he was done.

"Seriously, Noah," he began, and that was the first time he said my name aloud, "your friend's girlfriend sounds like she came out of a Ryan Murphy TV show alright."

"Yeah, wouldn't be surprised if she would've ended up on McNamara/Troy wanting to look like Rachel," I snuffled.

Oops.

Gay alarm!

I felt the fur on my neck prickling as I heard myself say those words.

It was just Rachel, not even Rachel Berry. That implied extended familiarity with the show and its characters. I had also made a connection between the obscure name of the actress and the role she played on the show that was certified Grade A Gay. I mean, man, even Logan who was usually more than okay with me being a rump ranger, flinched at me when I mentioned that I had made an account to the Glee fan forum. There was no way that this cool cougar would not make the connection between Glee and its viewer demographic.

I turned my eyes away from him and tried to sit up as straight and proper as possible, as if a straight back would suddenly confirm my very much straight sexual orientation as well.

I stared right ahead of me and felt my blood rush in my ear as my heart leaped in my chest. I wondered if I had ended up accidentally outing myself for the friendly cougar who might have been fun to chat and laugh with during the presentation, connected by our shared love for the TV show and its characters. Heck, we might have even grabbed a coffee afterwards, while I'd wait for Logan to calm down after his dose of leather-clad girls, and then we'd part, feeling nice that we'd met a fellow fan and shared a little moment in time and space.... or maybe it was subspace in our case.

"I'm a more of a Sue fan myself," I heard that by now familiar purring voice speak to my side after a painfully long pause.

I turned my eyes to him warily again, and Matt just smiled lightly.

"Told you, a big Ryan Murphy fan, too," he spoke.

"That's cool," I spoke, not knowing really what else to say.

I turned my eyes back to the giant video screen that was now showing the Blue Screen of Death after some sort of a video projector failure, it seemed, and I wondered why the skin under my furs kept pricking like that. I mean, he was just a random stranger, from a city a thousand miles away from home. I'd never meet him again after these couple of hours, anyway. Just another muzzle in the mass of furs swarming this place. What did it matter if I was gay or straight? It's not like Galactica was quiet on that kind of a thing, anyway, so if he was a true fan, he shouldn't bat an eye on someone's implied or perceived homosexuality.

Right?

We didn't have any more time to discuss our perceptions any more, since the lights of the auditorium were shut down, and we sat in a strange, buzzing darkness that was filled with the expectant hum of hundreds of furs waiting to catch the first glimpses of their idols. I couldn't help but feel a bit of the same feeling myself, and my heart thumped happily in my big chest, and my belly felt like I had swallowed a whole bottle of Diet Coke and some Menthos in one go. Even my small tail was flicking from side to side with excitement, and I could here some very content purring coming from Matt to my right.

We both started to applaud and whoop as the geeky-looking announcer walked on stage carrying a cordless mic and told us to put a big paw up for the real stars of the convention.

*

I emerged from the auditorium in the swarm of happily chattering furs, my ears flicking and a rather stupid-looking grin perpetually plastered over my broad muzzle. I had actually been within less than a hundred feet from my idol, Mary McDonnell, and seeing Katie and Tricia, who was pretty much as damn hot in real life as she was in high definition television. was really something to remember, too. It had been pretty strange to see the Colonial president without her signature business suit look, instead wearing what almost looked like a leather jacket! She had been so funny and natural and cute, and had even dealt well with the questions about how it had been to act in Independence Day, much to the chagrin of most of the furs inside the hall, and had definitely not been swamped by her other co-actresses at all.

I felt pretty much buzzed as I reached a point in the hall where the throng of furs had calmed down enough so that I could actually stand aside and stop there, and lean against a big steel beam of sorts. I began to dig for my phone to check out where Logan was, and had just managed to flick the muted phone over in my paw when I realized that I wasn't being alone in my micro-universe.

Matt the cougar was standing there, as loopy-tailed and tall and handsome as he was before, and my slightly bleary eyes actually must have widened a bit as I noticed him.

"Hey," he purr-rumbled at me with a pleasant smile on his feline lips. "That was pretty awesome."

"You bet," I grinned, trying to act all cool and nonchalant, which probably didn't succeed too well, judging from that amused smirk lingering on his lips.

"Heheheh," I chuckled.

"Just how much do you bet, anyway?" he spoke smoothly, that smile remaining wide and a bit toothy, still.

I felt that odd blushing feel creep over my cheeks again, and I had to clear my cough and distract myself with my phone's blank screen for a moment before I looked up to him once more.

"Uhh...I guess I could bet a coffee and a doughnut, my treat," I spoke, trying to smile confidently.

"You're in!" Matt the cougar chuckled.

So there I was, holding my phone in my big paw and standing three feet away from a hot cougar with whom I'd just made a man-date for...right now! My throat felt dry all sudden, and I was starting to fear that my blush might actually start to become visible through my cheek furs.

"Uhh, yeah, I guess."

"Well, that's just great. So, do we go right now or...?"

I checked the small screen of my phone again and found no missed calls or texts from Logan. By the sound of it, he might still be at the bar lounge.

"Yeah, there's plenty of coffee places on the food court."

"How'bout that bar where your friend went to?" Matt suggested. "You might catch up with him as well, you know."

I felt a bit odd upon that suggestion, I mean, it was reasonable, for I could deal with both things at the same time if we did indeed go there, but on the other paw, letting Logan potentially see me with this fur I had just met...it did make me wonder whether he could keep his tongue in check and not blabber things out.

After a couple of long beats of pondering I finally caved in to reason. It wouldn't be any more strange than me and Logan having coffee and doughnuts after watching a star presentation.

"Yeah, do you know the way?"

"Yeah, I was at the welcome party last night, heheh," Matt smirked at me and swung his thick tail from side to side as if he was doing it to the beat of the music from last night.

Hell, even I had danced a little, bit with a tall moose girl from Canada who was dressed up as Queen Amidala. I couldn't remember seeing the cougar there, though, but I guess I had been a bit drunk anyway, and there were like...five hundred furs there present, so no wonder he had gotten lost in the crowds of merrymaking geeks.

"Okay," I spoke, and we departed.

We talked a little bit more about the Galactica girls as we wandered through the conference center, and I could feel the earlier sense of excitement come over me again as we relieved those glorious moments together, bouncing details and "Cool!" yelps back and forth. His tail swung even more freely from side to side and even tapped my side a couple of times as it did, and I couldn't help but feel a bit blushy for that. I was sure it was unintentional, though, so I simply tried to shrug it off and moved on.

Our proximity to the Xena lookalike competition became more evident as we closed in to the lounge bar and passed a wolf girl dressed up in the signature leather combat gear and brandishing a pretty authentic looking huge sword on her back. She looked rather vicious and scowled at some poor lion boy who was looking at her, and I wasn't sure whether she was putting up the character or expressing dislike at having not won the competition. Matt grinned at the sight, though.

"At least she's got the growl right," he smiled, and I chuckled.

"Yeah, pretty much."

We passed plenty of furs going to the opposite direction and I presumed that the competition must have ended some time before. The lights were dimmer inside the bar that now only held only a few furs here and there, mostly sitting on the small tables and enjoying a bevvie or two at the aftermath of the competition. I tried to search the place for Logan but did not catch a sight of the said wolf, and thus I just contended myself with ordering up two normal coffees and nice sugar-glazed doughnuts. I saw that Matt was taking out his wallet, but I just waved a big paw.

"It's my treat," I said with a small smile.

"Oh?" Matt replied, raising his brow.

"As a thank you for keeping me company," I hurried to explain as I put the crumpled bills down to the counter and received my coffee and confectionaries in return.

Matt scooped up his treats and we found a small table nearby that didn't smell like it had gotten anything spilled over it, and we sat down. I had to wriggle myself a little to fit into the seat properly, but Matt of course had no problem as he flopped down onto a nice enough an armchair. He set his coffee cup and saucer and the plate holding the doughnut down and rubbed his palms together while watching the treats with those keen blue eyes. He looked like the proverbial cat who had just found the fish stash, I think, and it was a fun sight, because his eyes went crossed with it.

I just smiled and tasted my coffee, and found that it was okay.

"No sight of your friend, eh?" Matt asked me, and I shook my head and flicked an ear.

"No, don't know where he's gone," I replied, "He isn't here, I know that much."

I let my eyes wander around the almost deserted bar briefly to take in the clientele, but only noticed a few unfamiliar furs here and there, including a jaguar girl who was being chatted up by a wolf. That raised my suspicious briefly, but once the guy turned his head a little bit I was sure to confirm that even that wolf wasn't my missing Logan.

"And he didn't text you? Were you supposed to?"

"Yeah, I guess, I mean, we thought we'd hang out a little bit more around the show floor afterwards and then maybe grab something to eat, I guess."

"Sounds like good all around guy stuff, " Matt smirked.

I watched how he picked up that big doughnut that had pink sugar frosting all over it, and how his vicious cat teeth dug into the pastry. As he chewed I noticed that he had little bits of sugar stuck into his whiskers. I couldn't help but think how it'd be like to lap them away with my big bear tongue and hear him purr...

Okay, it was time to quit the gays for a while and be all around guy instead, I reminded myself as I took another sip of my hot coffee in the hopes that it would shock my system to calm down a little.

"Yeah, I guess."

Was there anything more dorky to say than "I guess" ???

"Yes, you guess," Matt replied with a wink, "Thinking of hitting the nightlife again? Can your head handle another round of partying?"

I chuckled.

"I wasn't hung over after last night...much," I admitted, my ears flattening briefly at the memory of waking up with my maw tasting like I had consumed some rat poison.

He smiled that wide cat-grin again and sipped his coffee.

"Well, I'm going to the Galactic Karaoke at eight pm, I think, " Matt spoke, watching me over the rim of his white cup, "The ad said that they're having a selection of Klingon songs there, too."

"You kidding?" my ear perked upon his words, and I leaned a bit closer, my brow raised.

"Yeah, they've got Klingon translations for, like...Paranoid," Matt grinned.

I shook my head a little bit in disbelief.

"You're joking, right?"

"I'm afraid not, but hey, it's the con! Anything's possible!" he chuckled.

I couldn't help but smile in return, agreeing to his opinion. It did seem that just about every crazy thing was happening right now. We chuckled loudly and sipped our coffees, and just enjoyed a quiet beat.

"Well, I guess I could ask Logan if he wants to come...," I mused after a little while.

"You could come just by yourself, too, if he isn't into karaoke," Matt smiled, and the cougar really did look damn handsome as he did, all friendly and playful.

Maybe it was those perky ears flicking happily as he blew steam off his coffee, or the flicking tip of his tail looping about near his elbow.

Oh, well, Logan got his voluptuous vixens, I could as well have a little bit of cute cougar to keep my eyes busy.

"Well, why not, he's probably too busy anyway searching for that address," I spoke, making an off-paw remark to the earlier discussion about Logan's "mission" as given by his girlfriend.

Matt snuffled at my words and grinned. The amount of sugar on his whiskers had only increased since his last bite on his doughnut, and I couldn't help but wonder whether his sugar-glazed whiskers were feeling odd to him.

"The things we do for love....," he spoke in a kind of a wry purr, and sighed loud enough for me to hear it properly.

"He's never held a girlfriend longer than three weeks, and now they're onto week nine, so...," I added up some steam to the conversation.

"True luuuvvv," Matt the cougar giggled.

"Yeah..."

He put his cup down and stretched those slender arms of his, pushing them behind his neck briefly as he looked at me with those friendly blue eyes.

"He ever steal your girls, Noah?"

I almost wanted to splutter my coffee and doughnut out of my maw as he spoke that, but thankfully my resolve held, if only just. I did have to use the small folded piece of paper to wipe my chin before I spoke.

"Uhh, no, not really, we kinda have a different type I suppose," I offered, though I knew it probably sounded kind of lame.

Matt winked.

"I bet one's more for the boobs and one for the ass."

My cheeks felt like someone could have cooked an egg on them. I was surprised that steam wasn't rising of them even now. My paw must have shaken a little as I took up my coffee cup and took a big gulp in a desperate attempt to calm myself down a little bit.

Thankfully, my phone decided to vibrate and start to play the Imperial March just on that moment, so I could quickly rumble an "excuse me" and too my phone out. It was Logan, of course.

I lifted the phone up to my ear level and answered his call.

"Wassup, man?" Logan rattled on. "Where're you?"

"Where are you, then?" I asked him, frowning, "didn't see you anywhere around here at the bar."

"What, you're at the bar?"

"Yeah, where are you?"

"Outside the big auditorium thing, waiting for you to come out!"

"Logan, man, it ended like half an hour ago!" I exclaimed to the phone.

"Whut?"

"The show ended at half past, and then I came over to the bar to look for you!" I told him.

"Oh, man, sorry...man, it ended like...uhh...forty minutes ago, and I just left because I thought we were supposed to meet outside the auditorium thingy once the thing's over."

I wanted to facepalm myself at that moment, realizing that I'd probably passed Logan somewhere along the way, but I had simply been too distracted by the presence of the cougar to see him, nor recall our earlier plans.

"Hey, never mind, okay?" I told Logan on the phone, "What do you want to do next?"

"Well, I'm kinda hungry, so do you want me to come over there and we'll go somewhere to grab a bite and then see what happens?"

I gave Matt a quick glance, wondering if I could survive being seen with him, and decided that it might be a bit too much to handle. I certainly didn't want to be teased by the wolf for the rest of the weekend for my implied attempt to chat up this friendly cougar, and I could just already hear the barely veiled implications in Logan's words as he'd start being as much of a silly jock as he was.

"Hey, what if we'd go to that pizza place next to the burger joint where we got lunch, okay?" I suggested for the wolf, and he agreed after a little pause.

"Great," I said, "I'll meet you up there in, say...ten minutes?"

"Okay, No," the wolf told me in a reassuringly absentminded voice, and I gave him a quick "bye" and pocketed my phone while being quite hyperaware of Matt's eyes upon me, intent and sparkling and so magnificently bright and blue.

"Should I take that I will be parting your companies, now, Noah?" he asked me with a toothy grin.

"Uh, yeah, my friend was asking where I was, and it seems we walked past each other."

"Oh..."

"So yeah, I think I have to be going in a while," I told him, and he just nodded.

"Well, good companies until then," the cougar noted after a little moment, holding up his cup again.

"Yeah."

I snuffled at my own bland "yeah" and decided that I wasn't really giving out the best imagine of myself, stepping into gayland mines and answering his funny words in monosyllabic ways. Guess I was looking like just as people would expect of me, the big, slow bear in too tight t-shirt, not only geeky, but also completely socially complete non-adept. Damn.

"And of course a big thanks for the coffee, too," Matt added with a broad, genuine smile that lit his eyes. "Don't so often get that kind of offers."

I didn't really know what to say to that, so we remained mostly quiet until our coffees were finished, only exchanging a few odd comments about the convention and Tricia Helfer's hairstyle, and then I really had to give my excuses and get up. Matt gave me a quick smile and told me that he'd be seeing me around, and I again felt that damn flutter in my belly, and I bid him farewell with a smile of my own

It kinda felt bad leaving him like that, but I knew that to spare me any extra nagging troubles, I should just go along and let it be. That's why I managed to appear pretty much alright when I reached the pizza parlor and found Logan waving a paw at me from a table he had commandeered for us.

"Hey, man!" he grinned as I slipped down to the seat.

"Yeah."

"Your thingy alright?" he asked me, his eyes lingering on the menu that was actually inside the tabletop, under the shiny pane of glass that formed the surface.

"Yeah, it was pretty good, I mean, the moment Tricia Helfer opened her maw, all I could think was Mass Effect 2," I joked somewhat halfheartedly.

"That's cool," Logan said. "Hey, I ordered already, so you get what you want, okay?"

"Uhmhmhmh," I made a non-descript sound and looked at my own side of the menu.

I opted to wave the waitress over only after I had made my choice of having a triple cheese pizza with extra thick crust and plenty of tomato sauce and onion. I also asked for a sugar-free Sprite, and got a smirk from Logan who was also checking out the waitress girl's swinging tail end as she went back towards the kitchen to call up my order. I snuffled.

"Didn't you get enough of leather-covered rumps back at the competition?" I told him with a snort.

"That's 100% Spandex, that ass," Logan grinned wolfishly, his eyes still on that bouncy red-clad tail end.

I flattened my ears briefly and hoped that the bombshell Alsatian didn't hear what was being spoken of her.

"Sophy is going to give you a 100% gauze ass if you don't stop doing that," I told him in half-hearted protest.

"Can look but not touch, remember?" the wolf winked at me and kept that same old grin plastered all over his muzzle.

"Whatever. What did you get?"

"Double salami and anchovies."

I made a little bit of a "bleh" face.

"How can you eat that much salty stuff in one go?"

"I also got a triple-sized Coke. Ought to keep me going."

"Then you'll be running to the bathroom all night."

"Well, at least I won't be throwing up like I did last night."

I rapped the glass tabletop with my claws.

"You do know that I doubt that Sophy really believed your explanation about you being drugged with Rohypnol when she phoned you at four am in the morning and I had to answer because you had your head in the toilet bowl," I told the wolf with a snuffle.

Logan just shrugged.

"Well, if she doesn't want to be afraid of kidney-stealing Chinese mafia gangsters preying on innocent students, then I don't know what I should have told her."

"That you were so pissed that your best friend Noah had to hold your head up when you were puking eight tequila shots out of your belly," I suggested.

"Nahh, I've got a reputation to upkeep," the wolf grinned.

"You lost your reputation when you were in junior high and dated BOTH of the Talbot twins behind their backs."

"Like you didn't want to have a piece of those two! Everyone did."

I shook my big head and rubbed the side of my muzzle, sending my eyeglasses slightly skewed for a moment before I straightened them up again.

"You do understand that I was already gay back then, do you?" I sighed.

"I only thought it happened once you watched Brokeback Mountain and got a boner."

I snorted.

"Even YOUR MOM got a boner from watching Brokeback Mountain," I snorted at his terrible sensibilities, playing the final insult card which I knew could potentially lead into further snarking and possibly a fist fight.

Thankfully, the wolf's ears simply flattened and he sat quiet for a while, and his usual tail wag was also absent for a couple of silent minutes before his grin returned as the busty waitress girl brought Logan's pizza an extra big Coke.

"Enjoy your meal," she spoke in a friendly voice as she put down his plate, and I know that Logan was not looking at her eyes when she bent over.

And was it really that us gays were thought to be always thinking bout sex and tails?

I tried to think of something snappish and smart to say to put Logan down a bit, but the wolf was now busy jamming huge chunks of pizza down his gullet, making strange gurgling noises and sipping Coke in between bites.

Instead I sat there quietly and thought about the day, and my empty belly, and how terrible Logan's anchovies were smelling, and how much fun the presentation had been, and how blue Matt the cougar's eyes looked like when he watched me eat a doughnut. I also thought about his suggestion that we'd check out the Galactic Karaoke during the evening, but I wasn't sure if Logan would be up to that kind of fun, especially his last night's boozer. I guess I could tell him that all the girls would be drunk at the karaoke, and that it was bound to be funnier than the American Idol auditions on the television, but simply live action.

Our dinner was interrupted by the insistent beeping of Logan's phone, telling that he had received - surprise, surprise - an SMS from one Sophy Wilkes.

"Lemme guess," I told him as I watched Logan's expression darken by the second, "driving instructions to Lea Michele's place?"

The wolf snorted.

"She's telling me that she's thinking about me all the time and wonders why I haven't gone to comment on her latest wall update on Facebook."

I giggled.

"Well, did you forget to mention her that you don't have computer access, and that it's expensive to use the Net on your phone?"

"She's the one who set up a Facebook memorial group for her lost iPod, she isn't really one to think things through quite all the way," my wolf scratched his head between his flattened ears and started at the phone screen, seemingly trying to think of what the hell he could tell her in reply to her weird text.

"I joined that," I mused and got a glare from Logan. "She lost all her Britney Spears songs."

I sighed a bit too loudly than was necessary, and it looked like Logan might just throw up some of his pizza right there, but thankfully, he didn't.

"I think I'll just tell her that we were so busy with Battlestar Galactica that I forgot, okay, and a kiss and a hug and a hello from No, ok?" he formulated, and I gave my approval with a nod from my big head.

"There we go," he said after tapping and sending out the SMS and putting his phone down to table next to his oversized Coke.

"Hey, I was thinking about maybe hanging out tonight again," I told him then, trying to steer the conversation into less of Stephen King territory.

Logan's ears perked momentarily at my words, but then he frowned.

"I'm not sure if I have the bucks to pay for another night of binging."

"I was thinking of the karaoke," I told him absentmindedly, "they hold it back at the lounge bar tonight."

Logan snuffled, the shaggy-haired wolf definitely not looking like he was going to jump at the opportunity.

"Dude, you know it's gonna be drunk girls singing Celine Dion songs," he groaned.

"Or it could be the guys singing "You Raise Me Up" by Josh Groban to impress the same drunk girls," I retaliated.

"I can't sing."

"Like that's the point," I noted, "they'll admire you for your bravery at making a total ass of yourself in front of a hundred drunken furs."

"Well, pity pussy has never been a bad idea..." the wolf mused and I felt like kicking his ass a little bit.

"It is a damn bad idea if it doesn't belong to Sophy Wilkes."

The wolf whacked the underside of the table with his tail.

"Hey, you keep out of my girlfriend's pussy!" he grunted.

I think I got a little bit too close to facedesking straight into the pizza right there and then, but some semi-supernatural force probably gave me strength to simply sit up and stare straight ahead of me with the most tired imaginable to appear on a young bear's face.

*

We got out and wandered about the show floor for about forty-five minutes after the greasy pizza dinner, and since it was close to six pm once we were ready and the convention was definitely winding down for the night, we headed out to the hotel that was about fifteen minutes' walk away from the conference centre. Our room definitely didn't belong to a five star hotel, but we had our bathrooms, and I actually could turn around in the bed without having to fear that I might fall out of it. The room was a little bit stuffy, considering that it had been inhabited by two hung over guys last night, but it wasn't too funky yet, and since all our stuff was in two suitcases resting on the foots of ours respective beds, it definitely was more clean than my room back home.

Logan flopped down to his bed with a big crashing sound that probably killed some of the springs, and I simply sat on the edge of mine, and took off my T-shirt now that we were in closed quarters. It already felt a little bit sticky from the sweating I had done during the day, and it had also gathered the smells of two meals and all the hundreds of furs who we had passed at the con. I tossed the black shirt aside and just sat there, trying to allow myself unwind a little after the long day. I watched how Logan adjusted his position and just laid there, head resting against a pillow and his eyes staring up to the bleak beige ceiling. I scratched my belly absentmindedly and tried to think of something to do that didn't involve the ancient television of the room, or an overactive teenaged imagination and some tissues. At least the latter one was out of commission at the moment anyway.

"Soooo...," I vocalized, allowing my pleasant scratch to wander about to my chest and all the way to my damp neck.

"Hummph?" Logan replied in kind, tipping his head so that he was watching my natural, shirtless self sitting down on the opposite bed.

"I was thinking about that party, still," I told him, carefully, I guess, "....that I might check it out."

"Well, if it really is your kind of a thing," he snuffled, "But I'm not sure if I can bother..."

"You can always stay here and watch the tube," I pointed a big brown paw at the antique television set, "maybe they're showing CSI reruns or something exciting."

"It's no good after Grissom left," the wolf grunted, his eyes again fixed up on the ceiling.

"You could call Sophy and have phone sex with her when I'm gone," I suggested, winking at him.

Logan batted the side of the bed with his shaggy tail and grumbled deeply and throatily.

"Nahh, we tried that once, she doesn't really have the imagination to make that work," he spoke, and I wasn't sure whether he was telling the truth or not.

I shot him a disheartened look.

"You should have a TOO MUCH INFORMATION warning stuck onto your forehead, just in case," I snorted.

"Thought you were interested in everything dick-related!" he snapped.

"Not about your dick in particular," I shot back.

"Well I'd hope so," the wolf huffed and folded an arm over his forehead and muzzle so that pretty much all I saw of his head were his big ears.

"So, do I presume that you don't want to come?"

"I'm feeling a bit tired, but maybe I could check it out a bit later, you know?" he tilted his arm enough so that I could see one wolfish eye look at me as he spoke in an oddly muffled voice, and I nodded.

"Well, suit yourself," I told him with a shrug.

"So you planning to go?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"You planning to do the world a favor and stay off the mic?" he smirked at me.

"Most probably, yeah," I chuckled, still scratching my side.

"And here I was ready to make a request of "I Will Always Love You", eh?" the wolf snickered.

I picked up my pillow and threw it at him, hitting the wolf over his belly. He simply chuckled some more and snorted at the sudden impact, but otherwise laid still.

"I think I'll hit the shower, then," I decided after a moment of odd silence, and got up so that I could rummage through my suitcase for some of my good fur shampoo and conditioner that I had of course brought along with me.

I took my sweet time in the shower, of course, being quite the water-loving bear that I was, and lathered myself good after a nice soak in the hot stream of water. I hummed a little bit and was sure to put the shampoo all under my arms and every other nook and crevice that might gather extra scents or sweat during the day. I closed my eyes and let the water flow freely over my tipped head and I only smelled shampoo for a moment as my head furs got the best treatment they could with some L'Oreal Extra Brown conditioner.

I was left quite happy and dripping as I dried myself up and padded out back to the room, finding Logan still on the bed, now tapping his phone, of course. I sat down to the edge of my bed, only wearing a towel around my lower body, and watched him for a while as I dripped and smiled at the happy feeling of being a squeaky clean bear.

"How's Sophy doing?" I asked.

"She's threatening to change her Facebook profile status to single if I don't phone her before she goes to sleep," Logan groaned.

"So what's the big deal? Just do it."

"She promised to send me a text when she does, so now I'm waiting for it," he snuffled, flicking his ears one in turn.

"Guess you can't sneak out to the club now, in case she gives you a surprise call," I teased him a little while my paws worked to dry up my head furs with my towel.

"You betcha."

"Too bad," I spoke, but didn't feel myself to be very sincere when I did so.

Logan finished tapping his phone, threw it down to his side on the bed and then folded his arms behind his back in relaxation.

"Daagh....," he growled, breathing in deeply and then snuffling, "what's that smell here? Smells like back at my parents ' bathroom!"

"Must be my conditioner," I chuckled.

The wolf snuffled again, really taking deep drags of air around him to better sample the rosemary and ambergris mixture of my L'Oreal Extra Brown.

"You put MOM stuff into your fur?" he snorted.

"I've told you, I don't want to look like my dad when I'm his age," I told him, my resolution clear to stay as baby soft and shiny as I ever was.

"You'll look like your MOM instead," Logan shook his head.

"At least I'll be a HOT mom!"

"Ewwww, dude!"

I managed to deal with rest of my personal hygiene needs without grossing him out too much, though Logan did wrinkle his nose when I put some cologne onto my pits and my neck before putting on a nice, blue collared shirt and my better pants which I had already worn last night to the party. I made my look complete with my fancy black faux leather shoes and a little bit of gel on my head furs to make it look nice and not just geeky and generally ruffled. At least they were deliberate ruffles now, and this is how I found myself looking on the small mirror of the hotel bathroom, all clad in my best, smelling not too bad , and looking okay enough and boyish for someone of my age, size and stature.

I could here some noise coming from the room proper now, and as I walked back I found Logan propped with his back against the headboard of the wall, having put on the television now. I gave it a quick glance and grinned.

"Wow, NCIS reruns, it's your lucky day!" I snickered.

He gave me one of those "WTF" glares probably just for the heck of it, and then immersed himself back to the image of a naked Rottweiler hanging upside down from the rafters with his throat slit.

"You planning to stay long?"

I rubbed the back of my head as I walked past to the small bedside table and picked up my phone and my wallet.

"Guess I'll see just how fun it is, and come back by midnight if it's all crap."

"That's cool."

I stuffed my room key and my wallet and my phone into my pockets and padded on them with my paws to make sure they were all set and alright before I announced Logan that I was leaving now.

"Have lots of fun out there, No," he told me, eyes never leaving the TV screen where that funny pathologist kind of guy was now sawing open the Rottie's chest with a power saw.

"Yeah, you have lots of...fun, I guess," I told him.

*

The evening air was cool and I at least imagined that it might smell a little bit of the ocean, but perhaps that was just me being romantic, I thought as I wandered along the familiar sidewalk towards the big, white conference center looming out in the distance. The noise of the traffic made my ears flatten a little, and I saw how a red convertible zoomed past with a guy and a girl lion standing up there, brandishing champagne bottles and yelling out obscenities. That looked like something that could end up into a CSI episode, I thought absently while I meandered on, joining along to the trickle of people coming from the hotel. I knew that others were coming for the Galactic Karaoke as well, and I felt that peculiar feeling of unity swelling inside my chest, in a way, as I walked along with the others furs who were here simply to have a great, good old geeky time, and plain fun.

The air inside the semi-dark conference center felt much cooler now that it wasn't stuffed up to the brim, and the air conditioning must have been blasting at full power since I actually felt a small shiver go over my back as I walked along the great corridor and towards the lounge bar. There were quite the few furs there already, boys and girls, most in usual casual wear, some still in their costumes, including a couple of boars dressed up as Klingons whom gave me glares as I walked past them. I couldn't but help but smile at their proud display, and gave them a thumbs up, just for the hell of it, and received warrior's greeting in return.

There was no chance to get lost on my way to the karaoke for I heard it before saw the place. Some particularly high-pitched female voice, possible a cheetah, was singing "Barbie Girl", and it was being blasted on some kickass sound system that made it echo all over the place, and the baseline was causing some odd tickles at my spine. I must admit that I was already humming "oh oh oh yeaaahh" along to the beat as I reached the neon sign advertising the karaoke evening. There was a bouncer on the door whom asked me for my ID, and I quickly flipped him my license. The burly Doberman in a tank top gave it a cursory glance, and I gave his sixpack and his arms a not-so-cursory glance, and he told me that I was okay to go in, and so I did.

The place was already pretty busy, with furs hanging out over the bar counter and the tables, as much as there were quite the few boys and girls making good use of the section of the floor that had been cleared out for dancing. during that time between the Xena competition and the karaoke night. The singing stand was slightly off to the side and equipped with the typical setup of a couple if microphones and the video screens for the lyrics. A young cheetah girl wearing a slightly too small pink top was standing behind one of the microphone stands, jigging along to the last chorus of Barbie Girl and really ramping up the natural nasal twang of her voice for the purpose. As she finished, she got a little round of applause from the crowd and the furs dancing.

I gave a quick couple of claps of my big paws against each other and wandered over to the bar to order myself a soda, since another morning of hangover wasn't really something I had planned. As I waited up I let my eyes wandered, taking in the furs and their scents and their looks. The place seemed to have about 2/3 male dominant population, at least based on my quick judgment, but there was quite a lot of girls around, too. Judging from that ratio of sexes, I was sure that they would be having a great time batting off too eager guys, which also meant a lot of fun for the onlookers, and lots of chances to prove ones masculinity in the game of girl-hunting.

Okay, so I admit that my eyes were also on the lookout for that cool cougar named Matt, who had told me about this thing in the first place and implied that he might be coming, too. I didn't catch sight of any tawny felines during my first two staring rounds, though, so I was simply left to sip my orange soda and snuffle as the bubbles got into my nosepad. A new song was up now, "It Must Have Been Love" by Roxette, as performed by a duo of a wolf and a tiger girl, gripping the microphone stands and really looking like they were up on a real big stage. Their voices were off-key and the wolf girl really butchered the high notes, but the people dancing didn't seem to mind, since they were all going around happily, shaking their tail ends to the tune.

I let the groove get to me a little bit, too, and found myself tapping the floor with my left footpaw in rhythm, and I guess I was mouthing along to some of the lyrics, too, whenever I might catch them from the off-sync performance going on at the stage. I wasn't much of a dancer to be honest, perhaps being just a bit lacking in the fine coordination department, but I suppose I could be coaxed to do it under the right circumstances. I didn't have a date for the prom so I had been left to stand on the sidelines while others danced, but heck, it had been fun enough, so I didn't have any traumas. Others might get worse traumas for watching my big ass wriggle around in my pants anyway.

My ears did flatten just a little bit as the two girls got into the great finish of the song, and then they made all the diva bows and paw flicks and larger-than-life waves before the karaoke host shooed the pair off stage to the mass of geeky male admirers. A slim wolf stood up and the backing tape was put on, blaring out first tunes to Frank Sinatra's "Strangers in the Night". He wasn't bad-looking, if maybe on the heavy side, and I already saw at least two girls giving him the eye as he sang with a pretty nice voice that had the suitably gruff kind of a twang you needed for Sinatra kind of a thing. Maybe I wouldn't have hired him for a Las Vegas lounge act, but hey, here he was probably the king of Galactic Karaoke.

The dance floor was a bit less crowded now that a slow song was being sang, and not many of those without a dance partner remained since it'd obviously seem a bit pathetic to sway around there all by yourself while romantic-minded furries snuggled right next to you. I could count maybe two dozen pairs going at it now, swaying happily from side to side while the wolf fellah sang about how the love was just a glance away.

My eyes wandered, by now pretty well used to the dim, colored twilight of the lounge bar where everything appeared in some color that wasn't too natural for them. There were furs chatting and laughing, with lots of swinging tails and flicking ears and happy purrs and rumbles, I was sure. It was a nice atmosphere, it had a good feeling to it, but my lack of a friend to hang out with was something of a downer. Logan's television back at the hotel must have degenerated to Special Victims Unit by now, so he'd probably been having more fun here with me. I'm sure he would've had a blast chatting up the ladies, or busting a couple of moves on the dance floor, or just getting a drink and being fine with it.

"Doobie doobie dooo....,"...I rumbled along to the final part of the song that was now coming to a close, letting its syrup-sweet tunes swoop past me as I just stood there leaning against a railing that separated the bar area from the main floor and tried to keep the mood up.

I flicked my ears and let a rumbling breath fall as the wolf on stage launched into another round of extended doobie doobie dooo's, much to the chagrin of the rest of the furs around, I hope, for he had gotten more badly out of tune by the time he has in the end of the song, and I'm sure everyone was hoping for a change in the program. I sipped my soda and grumbled and scanned the perimeter in the hopes of seeing something more interesting than a coyote scratching his muzzle...

...and boy did I score.

It was Matt the cougar who seemed to have appeared pretty much out of nowhere and was now actually on the dance floor, standing stationary now that the song finally had come to a merciful end. Nonetheless, that thick, agile tail was swaying freely around behind him, making kind of a loopy pattern that made me again feel envious, and also a bit hypnotized, but that I didn't mind. He was wearing what seemed to be tan-colored pants and a striped shirt, but I couldn't really make out the proper color of that in this sort of lighting, but it was okay, it looked good on the lean feline. He looked as nice as he had looked before, even now that he was out of his uniform, and this casually clad sight made my ears flick with a bit more happier flair now that at least there was a familiar face in sight.

He was also on the move, walking slowly across the dance floor full of pairs of furs, some of them still entangled to each other with wrapped up tail and gentle paws, others saying thank-yous for a fun dance and moving on to get a drink or a new partner for the next number. Matt the cougar smoothly glided amongst them, probably heading for the pair just like a few others, too. I tried not to stare too much, but I admit that I did keep my eyes pretty much fixed on him as he got closer, even when the dancing began once some sort of a sheep girl with a really curly hairstyle alright started a rendition of "I Should Be So Lucky". The 1980's disco blared out of the loudspeakers and everyone seemed to be happy enough, even if the lamb didn't sound quite authentic.

I clutched my soda cup and watched as the cougar disappeared into a group of mulling about furs, only to emerge on the other side and head to the bar to order up something to drink. I tried to alternate my gaze between the dancing and the cougar guy standing and waiting for his drink so as not to appear as a 100% stalker, but my resolve failed pretty soon. I found everything the swinging-tailed cat was doing very fascinating, right from digging out his wallet to receiving a tall glass of what I presumed to be cider. I even watched how his tailtip flicked as he lapped up a taste out of his glass and headed towards the seating area, those eyes that I knew to be flicking from side to side, taking in the sights.

I looked away quickly when I realized that he was soon looking at my way, and I felt my heart hammer again as I wondered whether he might actually recognize me, the perhaps-no-so-random bear out the mass of furs having a good time. Maybe we could share a couple of drinks and laugh a bit and look at girls while I looked at the boys, and we'd laugh a bit more, and then part again as near-strangers who had the extra fun from a vaguely familiar face. My cheeks flushed as I felt damn self-conscious, and I had to resort to taking a gulp of my soda...

I felt him close to me before I heard him, for his tailtip brushed against my leg, and then his breath, smelling of alcohol and apple, I think, tickling against my muzzle and my nose, before he spoke.

"Hey."

I tilted my head to the side, and found myself eye to eye with Matt the cougar, the smiling, tawny cat grinning at me widely.

"Uh, hi."

Really smooth talking, No.

"You made it, that's cool," Matt said, still smiling. "You brought your friend along?"

"Nah, he didn't feel like it," I replied, and my throat felt dry even if I had just took a huge mawful of orange soda.

"That's his loss," the cougar grinned and flicked his perky ears at me again. "He's missing out on all this...charming...fun."

"LUCKYLUCKYLUCKYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!" the singing girl went on.

I snuffled and shook my head briefly.

"Planning to sing something?" Matt grinned.

"Nahh," I mused, scratching my hip, "I really have the voice of a pneumatic drill."

Matt chuckled, his eyes sparkling under the disco lights as he did. His smile lit my eyes in equal measures, and I could not help but feel that familiar twinge of warmth in my belly too, that you got when looking at someone who was really beautiful. I tried not to blush too much and was glad for my dark furs and the dim lights.

"Meh, I bet you could do it. Go with something easy, like...uhh..Summer Wine."

I raised a brow, not really being familiar with that song.

"Well, Without You is a classic," the cougar mused, smirking at me as he took a sip of his cider.

"I'm not really...I don't think I have the voice for a Mariah Carrey song."

"You can sing the Harry Nilsson version. Don't have to hit those high notes," he grinned.

I chuckled.

"So you know all about music, too?" I smiled.

Matt shrugged.

"Only about good music," the feline grinned toothily.

"Yeah...so, you planning to give it a go?" I tipped my head towards the singing stand.

The Kylie song had finally come to an end, and a black panther boy wearing a Starfleet uniform had taken the stage. As I watched, he grabbed the microphone and began to sing in kind of a purring voice. He wasn't great, but I think he'd gotten three yeses on American Idol. Hollywood weekend kind of a voice. You wouldn't buy his record. He was cute, too, the way some geeks are. Bet he was cuter than I was.

"Maybe I didn't treat you....just as good as I should..."

Matt the cougar gave the singing sensation a grin as he watched over the floor full of slow-dancing furs now getting all smoochy as the Elvis song carried on. Swinging tails and tipped muzzles and meaningful stares...

"He's not half bad," Matt mused, giving his verdict on the brave boy's performance. "Like this original better than the Pet Shop Boys version."

"Guess it's a different style," I guessed.

"Maybe better to dance to if you're more into hip action than just getting all touchy-feely like they are," the cougar pointed out, nodding towards the closest couple, a Dalmatian girl and a big, sturdy tiger who was practically holding the girl off the floor as they made out while swaying slowly in place.

My ears heated up at the sight and I quickly jerked my head back to look at the cougar instead.

Maybe it was my brain making a random connection, but I did notice that he had really kissable-looking lips, too, highlighted by the path of white fur on his chin and cheeks. His whiskers didn't have sugar on them this time, but they were still shiny and fun to look at.

"Yeah, seems that they're really in the mood, hehehheh," I laughed a bit, and it sounded phony.

He grinned and eyed the cheerful lot onstage, and my eyes wandered to follow his swaying tailtip and along its thick, furry length all the way to the compact tan cloth-covered...

My eyes snapped back to the floor just as something else threatened to snap up within the confines of my own pants, and I felt a bit of a stalker once more. At least Matt hadn't noticed my rude eyes, for he still gazed around the dance floor, pawfingers tapping against his thigh along to the rhythm of the slow music. His breaths seemed to be coming as low, gentle purrs.

Then he looked at me again.

"Are you at least going to dance?" Matt grinned, his enviously cool tail flicking towards the dance floor.

I shook my head.

"Don't much got the paws for that either," I mused.

"Why not? I bet you've some smooth moves packing in here," the cougar smirked and flicked his ropey tail against my knee.

My blush seemed to deepen into impossible levels over my cheeks as I felt that almost gropey touch, brief as it was. Paws or not, his tail was in my personal space, and even if I wasn't the most aggressive of big bears, I still had a more than a clear sense of just where foreign tails were allowed to go. Thankfully he didn't seem to even notice.

"Nahhh," I tried again, "It's a bit silly to be slow dancing on your own."

"Then wait for something faster to come along, or ask one of the girls to dance with you, if you like," he grinned that same, intelligent smile at me, "like that one..."

He raised a paw and pointed over to the other side of the lounge bar where a huge polar bear woman who looked to be like 30 was drinking beer straight from a bottle and scratching her belly that was not completely hidden by her Avatar t-shirt.

"Ugh," the sound escaped from my maw.

"Not into girls outside your own colors?" Matt suggested, implying that my distaste might be related to the notion that bears often looked for a partner from amongst their own kind, their own colors.

"She's just not really my type," I rumbled.

"So what is your type?" he purred. "Tricia Helfer, Lucy Lawless..."

YOU! YOU!! YOU!!! my mind screamed at him.

I frowned at my mischievous mind, and snuffled roughly, trying to clear my head a little.

"...Grace Park...," Matt went on.

"Or Jamie Bamber?" I coughed, holding his gaze even if my belly felt like on the night after I ate too much Mexican food.

There we go.

What did I have to lose?

The cougar's ears flicked briefly, and then his grin widened.

"Good choice, good choice," he mused.

I gave him a mild "You got problems with that?" kind of an impassive face, which probably looked hilarious on the face of an eyeglasses-wearing bear like myself, but I meant it. Matt seemed to notice it, too, for his smile softened.

"Thought you might have been more of a Helo or a Hot Dog kind of a guy, though."

"Okay...," I rumbled, "So when did you even start wondering what kind of...furs I might be liking to look at?"

I posed the question with my eyes fixed on him, genuinely wondering on how he'd even suspected that I might be flying on the ass squadron. I do know that I had made that woeful slip when it came to Glee, but hey, that was just one crack on the cover, right?

Matt grinned that same smart, handsome smile at me when he answered.

"By the time you checked out my ass the second time, I kinda got that feeling, yeah."

For just a little moment I wished that a wormhole would open up and swallow me for good, but the cougar didn't seem to mind. In fact, his fun, swingy tail tapped against my ankle even as we spoke. It didn't help my flush.

"Do I presume that the ass was okay?" he smirked again, "since you checked it out twice as far as I know of."

I huffed.

"Uhhh...ahhhh....guess I like your tail, " I spoke, "It's really...swingy."

And even now that same tail was batting closely against my ankle and my thick calf.

"I'm glad I have other assets beyond the ass itself," he smirked.

"Uhhh...I guess..."

Matt's whiskers shook with the force of his snuffle.

"I think that you answering everything with 'I guess' is pretty cute, too."

"Uhh, really?"

"Uhh yes, really," he smiled.

His tail was now wrapped around my ankle in a loose coil, close enough so that I could actually feel it flex slowly. We only stood about two feet apart, just like any two guys would be when having a conversation in a crowded, noisy bar, but I was too aware of his scent, subtle in the mixture of smells that filled the room, and I saw every little flick of his ears or his whiskers...that little wrinkling of the corners of his eyes when he smiled...

"Thanks..."

"You guess."

"Gotcha," I snuffled.

He snickered, a resounding purr to it that even caught my ears past the voice of the gecko girl on the karaoke stage singing "Islands in a Stream", which was pretty weird thing to do solo since it was meant to be a duet.

"Would you like to dance, Noah?"

My maw probably fell open a little upon hearing his words, and I bet he saw it, for even before I knew it, I had his paw holding mine. It was smaller than mine, but felt softly furred and strong, and he held my paw with all the consideration.

"I'd really like to," he spoke again, holding my eyes with those damn blue, beautiful eyes. "If you would."

"Okay."

Really smooth talking again, Noah.

Before I knew it, he had collected our drinks and placed them safely onto a vacated table, and I found myself standing underneath the ever-changing disco lights in the middle of two or three dozens pairs of furs, and I was the only one there standing paw to paw with a dude! My cougar didn't seem to mind at all, for he was smiling still, and his tail flexed around my ankle one more time before he unwound it and let that thick batter swing freely between his legs.

"Do you know any dances?" Matt asked me, not reacting to the big shiver I got when he put his paw on my shoulder.

"I can do waltz," I mumbled, still in shock.

"Then we can do that," he smiled, and my eyes must have widened when he guided the paw he was holding to his back, and stepped closer so that our bodies were practically touching.

"Can you do the girl?"

"Uhhh..."

"I'll be the girl," he decided for me, and squeezed my shoulder. "Lead on, mister."

"...making love to each other ahhhhaahhhhhhhssssss" the gecko girl hissed along to the tune.

I decided to be the big boy I was, just for once, and caught up to the music, taking the first step and leading us into a slow sway. It was pretty hard to concentrate since Matt's eyes were fixed to mine, and his eyes were smiling as much as the lips I had already declared to be hugely kissable-looking. He was tall, and he was lean, and he was handsome and he had a cute smile, and here was I, the big geeky bear who got called Manboobs once during P.E. , holding him in my arms, under my paws, and he was smiling for me, not just at me.

I had to take it slow so as not to accidentally smash his footpaws with mine, but thankfully our postures were suitable to prevent the worst collisions. He didn't even smirk at me too much when he noticed me catching a few glimpses at our footpaws, slowly moving together along to the music, but nonetheless I felt my ears flatten as the heat rose again.

"Never mind, I'm surprised I haven't mixed them up a dozen times by now, going in reverse," he grinned, and I felt his pads squeezing my side, assuring.

"You often dance like a girl?"

"You often dance like a boy?"

"Not often, no."

"You often dance with boys?"

"First time I guess."

"I bet you'd know if you did it before."

His paw on my side felt so really warm and nice...

"I guess. You?"

"I've swung this tawny rump to a few rounds of Lady Gaga during my time, yeah."

"Thought you only liked good music."

"What?" he smirked. "You say Gaga isn't good?"

"Whatever," I shrugged, keeping up my rhythm even if the singing wasn't really going along to the backing track.

"Besides, the Gaga episode is the best Glee episode so far!" Matt exclaimed. "So shipped for Funnel."

"Is that even a legitimate shipping name?" I smirked.

The big cat smiled that special grin of his again, and his head tilted as he looked at me.

"Who cares, if the fanfiction is good."

The song came to an end and the music stopped, and our dance stopped, too, but it seemed that neither of us was making any move to remove our paws from the other's person. It still felt strange, standing there in the semi-darkness with my arms around the other male, surrounded by all these other furs. I couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious about it again, but a quick glance to my sides didn't really indicate any extra attention being shown towards our direction. My eyes could very easily return to those blue ones keenly observing my profile.

"You want to dance another one?"

"Do you?"

"I'd love to, Noah."

"Okay."

"Hope it's another slow one," Matt grinned and squeezed my shoulder with his warm, gentle paw.

It was a slow one, the black panther returning to sing "Eternal Flame", complete with computer graphics of a flicking fire on the video screens behind him, as he purred the ballad into the mic.

"I like this one, I like it a lot," Matt smiled as we slowly swayed along.

We were like all the other pairs of furs on the dance floor, no different from them except that the fur with the smooth moves in my arms was a pretty dude and not a pretty girl. Not that the looked like a girl, no, he was pretty hunky if you looked at him properly, but compared to my bulk, he definitely was the smaller party. He also was a very good dancer, for he seemed to know just where to put his paws at any time so as to avoid me from stepping on them, and that heavy tail of his tapping against my calves felt nice, too. He felt firm and good under my paws, and his own paws were slowly squeezing and relaxing upon my shoulder and my side, almost to the rhythm of our sway.

"Am I only dreeeeeaaaaamiiiiing......iiiiiiis this burning........ an eternal flame.... "

The panther's purring, raspy voice reminded me a little bit of Matt's voice, and that sent a nice warm flutter through my belly, just the way that his smile did, and I held him closer to me, just a little bit more firmly than before.

"Noah?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I put my head to your shoulder?" he spoke to me, eyes sparkling warmly.

Oh, god, could he be more cute?

I probably managed to utter a "yes" or at least something that sounded a lot like it, for soon I felt the softness of his cheek and the warmth of his breath against my shoulder. It tickled a little, through the thin cloth of my shirt, and definitely added an extra notch of heat to my skin all over. My hold over his back tightened, and our bodies came together as I held the slim cougar close to me. We were still rocking back and forth slowly, enjoying each other's scent and warmth and presence. He smelled of cologne and cat, much different from my own ursine musk, and it was not an off-putting difference. Everything about this handsome male was interesting to me, even if I didn't even know his last name, but that hardly mattered. We were dancing, and the song was saying that the sun would shine through the rain. I was feeling pretty waterproof by now alright.

The song, as the magic of the moment, had to end up sometimes, and the panther bolted off the stage to the arms of a rather springy-chested wolverine. A polite round of applause went around the lounge bar, but I had my paws full with something else, that being Matt the cougar's warm back. He left my shoulder with a soft nosing nuzzle and then looked at me, those same, smart eyes finding mine. They almost looked like they were sparkling in the greenish disco light that happened to be shining upon us at the time and making everything seem strangely colored. Again, neither made a move to leave.

"That was a great dance, thank you, Noah."

"Thank you, Matt."

His paw stroked over my side, slowly.

"Do you want another one, or should we go and see if our drinks haven't been stolen yet, or maybe catch some fresh air...?"

My nose was full of cougar, and I didn't care to really snuffle it out of my nosepad just quite yet. He did look like there might be some more in supply, too, if I should linger on.

"Maybe that...fresh air?" I spoke lamely.

Matt didn't mind my gawking remark, none at all, for he simply smiled and told me to lead the way, before we disentangled from each other.

*

The cool, scentless air felt nice again after a long time in the crowded bar, and I took a big, deep breath as we emerged from the bar. We walked close to each other, with Matt's shoulder bumping to mine on occasion, and he was grinning that feline smile of his at me throughout as we made our way out of the conference centre and to the street outside. The darkness had become just a little deeper, but the moon was shining as a pretty, white crescent, and there were a few stars, but the light pollution from the great Lost Angeles was really making it impossible to make out more than the brightest objects in the sky. I could see the taillights of a plane taking off in the distance. The traffic was still as busy as ever on the road.

"Is LA like you imagined?" Matt asked, me putting on the purr as he spoke.

"Haven't seen that much besides the airport and the cab and the hotel, to be honest," I told him, scratching my back quickly to get a fur kink out of it. "No celeb sightings to speak of."

"Not even Brad Pitt?" Matt teased.

"Or Jennifer Aniston."

"Oh, man!" he snickered, and I flicked an ear at his mischief.

Matt's warm paw patted my shoulder as he laughed and we strolled slowly along the sidewalk.

"You're a good guy, Noah, on and off the dance floor."

I gave him a bashful look, hoping that I didn't seem too much of a kid as I spoke.

"You're pretty good, too, on and off uniform."

I felt his clawtips tickle my furs a little as he patted me again, his paw moving smoothly up and down over my back. My spine tingled nicely, and something tingled a bit lower, too, but that really couldn't be helped by then.

"Knew it was the uniform," Matt snuffled.

"Flyboys, eh?" I smirked.

"Gotta say I'm glad I caught a pair of eyes than can really appreciate it, too," the cougar grinned.

"There's plenty to look at, yeah," I blurted out.

Matt raised a brow and flicked an ear before his smile widened, and the paw on my back definitely sunk lower down, all the way to my waistline. It was about the closest I had ever gotten to being assgrabbed, and I didn't mind.

"Not to mention that there's plenty to feel out here," the bold cat noted, those fingerpads really gracing over my belt now pretty much dangerously close to my rump.

My tail flicked just a little bit nervously.

"Are you putting the moves on at me, Matt?" I whispered, feeling like my cheekbones were volcanoes in a swimming lake of lava.

That's how hot my cheeks were when he chuckled and winked.

"Only if you are," he purred.

"Oh, right..."

I extended a paw and rested it over his shoulder, squeezing it lightly and feeling just how solid and nice he felt under that think, silky cloth. The cougar let out a louder purr, and I felt his swinging tail coil around one of my legs again. His paw on my hip felt as hot and warm as it did before.

"This good enough?" I spoke, feeling I was like, 15.

"Definitely."

His paw rubbed along my lower back and reached my tailbase, and gave it a little squeeze through my pants. I sighed, and he chuckled.

"Noah, as fun as it is to put the moves on you here, I think I'd appreciate to be somewhere a bit less out in the open if we are to...move on a little bit more, if you'd like," he spoke, and even I could hear the edge of nerves and excitement in his voice as he spoke, his resonant purr lowering down a notch.

It felt almost relieving, that, knowing that he was nervous, too.

"Yeah, I think so too," I assured him with a little smile of my own.

That freakishly good paw squeezed my tailbase again, firmly.

"Uhhh...I share a room with my friend..." I uttered, but he lifted a paw to silence me, and even touched a round, pink pad against my lips.

"My place it is then," Matt smirked.

*

To my surprise, we ended up to the same hotel where me and Logan were staying, but we took the elevator up to the sixth floor, instead of the third where my room happened to be located to. I could feel my heart hammering in my chest as I watched Matt take out his key card and swipe it at the lock of room 356, and then he pushed the door open and gestured for me to enter. I stepped into the darkness, smelling only the cougar, and blinked as the lights were put on and the door was closed behind us. I turned to look at the cougar who stood there, smiling at me while his thick, handsome tail swung from side to side happily. I couldn't help but wondered if he had done this kind of a thing many times before, for it definitely was the first for me, and I'm sure he could see my nerves coming to the surface at times. He just grinned.

"Just get comfy if you like, I don't mind," he spoke, gesturing at the single bed of the small room as I watched him go through his pockets and put his things away.

I nodded and settled down to sit on the edge of the bed, listening to it creak a little under my weight, but that was nothing new from my experience with the beds in this hotel. I watched the swingy-tailed cougar for a while, nothing just how lovely indeed that round, firm backside looked like as accentuated by that happy tail. I smiled to him a little as he settled down next to me, close so that our thighs touched. His tail looped unashamedly around my hips, the tip coming to rest over my right thigh. His eyes were gentle and playful, and those soft-looking lips were simply there, so smiling and just waiting...

Okay, so maybe I was virginal when it came to actually fooling around with guys, but I had a pretty good idea on how it might go should I ever end up into that kind of a situation, and here I was, sitting on a hotel bed with a hot guy who had plenty of hots for me, too. My heart pounded, racing up and down the rollercoaster of my feelings. Was this the right thing to do? Was I ready? What was going to happen? Would it be good? Would I be good? Would Matt be good? What was that cologne he wore, it smelled sexy...

"You ok?" Matt asked me, his voice soft and considerate.

"Yeah, really ok, just..."

His gentle paw was raised and came to cup my broad cheek, and he smiled as he felt me shiver and shudder a little upon the gentle feeling.

"We've all night, Noah," he smiled, and I felt his breath tickle my whiskers.

Damn he was gorgeous. I didn't know that horny guys were this beautiful when seen close up.

"I know," I husked, and then, to my mortification, giggled nervously.

The cougar's thumb stroked over my cheek.

"Anything you'd especially like?"

I knew what I would like, and I really did. I had known ever since he smiled to me so that it went all the way to his eyes.

My own paw might've been bigger than his, but still I think I did a pretty good job cupping his chin and jaw into my paw, and holding onto that fine muzzle as lightly as I knew how to, before I took a deep breath and pressed my big bear lips against Matt's.

It wasn't technically my first kiss, no, but the first one with the intention to get frisky, yes, and I think that it didn't go half bad. Matt purred and leaned his head against my paw as I held him, and continued the kiss, and my eyes closed almost on their own as I simply sat there and enjoyed the feeling of those soft, warm lips. He had pretty full lips, considering that he was a feline, so they gave a little, and it wasn't too hard to keep kissing them, slowly. I parted mine just a little when I felt him starting to return the kiss, and I also felt his arms go around my neck as he held onto me and we kissed in earnest. My glasses got a bit lopsided in the process, and our nosepads collided when I tilted my head too much at first, but we adapted quickly.

I gasped into the kiss when I first felt his tongue. That raspy tongue brushed against the edge of my lip and made me sigh, and I must have jumped a little, and he smiled, and pressed his nosepad against my jaw and asked if I was fine.

"Yeah, just...ticklish," I spoke quickly, blushing like mad.

It didn't help at all that my pants were starting to feel really full by now, thanks to the hot, wet kissing, the scents in the air, and the fact that one of my paws was definitely holding onto some firm cougar butt by now.

"Better make it tickle a bit more," Matt smirked and pushed his lips to mine again.

My virginal kisses soon gained more momentum to them, only spurned on by the fact that Matt didn't seem to hesitate to grab onto my collar and gave it a little tug, signaling that he wanted us to get a bit more extra comfortable on that small bed. I ended up on top of him, kissing the handsome cougar with all my teenaged-only-just-that-much-grown-up eagerness. His paws explored my neck and my back, and he took his time stroking over my head furs.

"You gotta tell me what fur conditioner line you're using," the toothy cat smirked up to me from his pinned position underneath me, "this feels gorgeous..."

He tugged a little on my head furs, and I rumbled happily, and felt my blush deepen a little as the familiar pulsing in my loins increased. It's not like I wasn't feeling his response, too, for the front of Matt's pants was pressed against my belly, and there was no mistaking what was going on in his downstairs section. What I felt against the thick furs of my belly wasn't disappointing to me in the least, and I couldn't but rumble at the very masculine feeling of another guy's hardness so close to my own. I only barely kept back the desire to push my hips a bit more firmly against his to see just how much of a cat he was, but that could wait for a little bit more, I had to admit, when I felt his careful claws rake through my head furs again, and we kissed again, and it was breathless and it was hot.

I don't think I was exactly being a perfect gentleman, considering that I was thinking just how nice it'd be to slip out of my pants and boxers while showing my big tongue into Matt's warm muzzle, but the feline underneath me didn't take ill to my advances. His agile paws stroked and grabbed everything he liked on me, and once he reached my hindquarters and gave both of my hips a firm squeeze, I knew he had not been disappointed with what he found. My tail flicked from side to side, and even if it was short, I managed to flick it against his wrists a couple of times, and was rewarded by a throaty purr and a nip over my lower lip. My pants felt explosive and full. Matt groaned as he felt my hips press firmly over to his.

A sexy musk filled the air now that we were making out intently, swapping spit and purrs and rumbles and seeing just how good it felt to tug on the big bear's tail. I had found that to feel very good indeed, and Matt liked making me grumble so much that he could almost not leave my tail alone. My lips felt almost bruised from all the kissing and nipping that was going on, but the dull achy feeling only made it feel even better when Matt's raspy cat tongue brushed over my lips and into my maw. His oral tour felt like it reached all the way down to my tonsil, almost, and he rewarded me with some more assgrabbing while I just rumbled and pushed my hips against his and felt both of our hard cocks pulsing together. If this went on much longer I was pretty sure that I might make a mess of my pants, and judging from the cougar's rumbles and purrs, I think he wasn't too far off in his own thinking.

I felt one of his paws slip past my belt and even inside my boxes, his paw ending flat over my ass, fur on fur and with nothing else in between. His pawpads dug into the round muscle and his claws were almost scratchy, but it felt good enough to warrant a moan. Matt's lopsided grin widened as he looked up to me, licking his lips.

"Mind if I...", he rasped softly, and gave me rump a rather meaningful squeeze.

My cheeks were pretty much so much congested by now so as not to have the ability to blush anything extra, but I breathed out raggedly, staring down into his handsome blue eyes.

"I've never..." I whispered.

"I'll be careful, and we can switch if you want to sample some puma butt on the go, too," he grinned.

How could I have resisted such an offer coming from someone as hot and horny as Matt the cougar? I'm only a dude, after all.

He gave my chest a meaningful push, and I rolled over, allowing to get off from under me and then stand up from the bed, leaving me momentarily alone. He stood there for a little while, grinning, before I saw him go for a messy-looking travel bag nearby. I brushed my face furs slowly with my pawpads as I watched him unzip a side pocket of the bag and taking something out of it before he returned to my side, putting his items down to the small nightstand.

"Always better to be ready for all eventualities," he grinned, flicking his paw to gesture at the small blue and white tube and the plastic wrappings that were unmistakable.

It made the reality of the things a little bit more to see the condoms and lube down there on the table, but even more than that did the fact that Matt was now unbuttoning his shirt, slowly and steadily revealing more of his nice, tawny chest and belly. I must have drooled a little bit over my chin at the sight, and my pants were making a new record in tightness, or so it felt like.

"You might want to get a little bit...naked, too, yeah," the cheeky cougar grinned, his tail swinging amusedly as he took off his striped shirt and let his paws proceed to untie his belt.

I'm not sure just how I tore my eyes away from that sight long enough to start getting rid of my own clothes, but by the time I looked up from untying my shoelaces, there was a very tawny and very naked cougar standing there, sporting a slim, pink, curved feline erection over his belly. The barbed tip was pressed against his white belly furs and looked to be at home there, and I had to swallow at the sight, feeling like something still hidden in my own boxers might burst at the hot sight. Feline ball musk hit my nose and I breathed it in eagerly, even if it was indirect contact as of yet, and I certainly couldn't wait to get my paws around his hot-looking cock. His sparkling eyes didn't much leave me, either, following my paws wherever they happened to be going.

I had gotten my shirt and my socks off well off by now, so only my boxers remained. They were rather bulged, and a good portion of my long, pointed shaft was already peeking out of the hem, but still I felt just a little bit shy as I wriggled my ass to get out of those boxers and slip them down to the floor.

"Looking good, Noah," the cougar grinned and rubbed a paw over his hot, pulsing package.

I didn't have the time really to say anything smart, or even stupid, for I was practically pounced by the randy cougar who pretty much pushed me down to the bed and plastered his lips over mine. I gasped, both form the kiss and the feeling of his slick cock pressing over my belly, or the feeling of his soft belly furs tickling my own newly unleashed boner. Our kissing and stroking lasted for a few mad moments, and the musk of our sex only intensified as we both leaked pre from our hard, throbbing cocks. Somehow our paws ended up there, too, and I grunted with pleasure as I felt that hot, slick catcock slap against my palm and pulse wetly in my gentle grip. Matt purred loudly and pushed his hips into my touch, baring his teeth as he enjoyed my caress. My own hardness was soon treated to a similar stroke by his own attentive paws. Those really soft pads threatened to make a mess all over us in pretty much the next second, it felt for a while, especially when Matt ran his thumb over the tip of my leaking cock.

He must have sensed the hair trigger danger, for soon he let go of me, but remained close by, his tongue washing over my bruised lips a couple of times as he looked down to me, this time holding the tip position as he was.

"I think I want to taste you before I get on with anything else," the cougar smirked, planting a kiss upon my lips before he scooted down.

He went lower along my body so that his cock made a slick, sweet-scented trail over the fur of my belly and thigh as he arched his back and ended up crouching between my thick, spread thighs, his eyes peering at me over the expanse of my chest and belly. That damn nice-looking tail swung about and came to wound itself around my ankles, solidifying our connection as much as his paws were, stroking my thighs and making me rumble quietly.

My breath caught in my throat as I watched him lean down and push that white-furred chin close to my sheath, and then I felt more than I saw his tongue, slipping between his lips and making contact with my heated flesh. My eyes practically rolled over in their sockets as I felt that wet, raspy feeling going up and down my length, causing every muscle in my body to flex and tense during each hot, slick pass. His pads made hot contact with my balls, too rolling them around on a warm palm while his tongue and lips did X-rated things over my cock. My breaths were coming as rough huffs by the time he took the leaking tip of my member between his lips and gave it a long, slurping suckle. It looked like he was enjoying a cold treat on a hot summer day, for the heat at least felt like the sun was shining upon me from all directions.

He didn't keep up that teasing for too long, and I gasped as my cock left his lips with a little wet popping noise and then slapped back against my belly. His paw remained on my hefty ball sac, massaging it slowly, while his other paw scratched my inner thigh. His erection had not wilted the slightest during our play, and he gave me that signature grin as he looked at me, his back and shoulders arched and graceful, his pelts radiant even in the dull light of the hotel room.

"How're you doing?" he purred.

"Can't you tell?" I huffed.

"Just trying to be a gentleman," he smirked, rubbing my thigh with the best of intentions.

I chuckled and received a particularly warm squeeze over my ball sac, causing me to growl a little in pleasure.

"Would you hand me over that stuff from the nightstand, please?" he spoke then with a cunning look.

I gave him a quick nod and fumbled a little as I picked up the small tube and the condoms from the nearby table and then handed them over. I saw how he mouthed a quick thankyou before he put the small plastic-wrapped thing down and popped the tube open with a surprisingly loud click.

"This is good stuff, man, KY," he grinned as I watched him squeeze some of the gooey stuff onto his fingers, which he then proceeded to rub together.

I watched those slim fingers really intently, suddenly aware of just where they might be going very soon, and I felt a twinge of the old, familiar nerves coming over, especially since my eyes glanced between his paw and the rather long if not club-like feline cock happily jutting up from his groin amidst some whispy golden pubic hairs.

"Better than spit, I guess," I managed to utter after a moment of watching him prepare himself to do some bear-jamming.

"Much better, " he grinned, rubbing those slick pads together to make sure that he had then treated the way he wanted.

Then he brought that paw down between my thighs and brushed his knuckles against my balls, and I gasped again.

"You play around the back door a lot?" he said something goddamn-matter-of-factly as I felt his slick paw make a mess out of the furs of my rump as he felt over my taint and for the telltale hidden place at the very base of my stubby tail.

I wanted to say something a bit snappy to that, but considering that I was engaging in first rate gay sex with one-night stand, I decided that inquiries about one's sexual acts were an okay subject to share with such a casual air.

"I have my anal moments, yeah."

"Then you know the drill," he grinned and made me gasp again as I felt those slicked-up fingers stroke over my hidden muscle.

I felt my loins tighten considerably upon that first contact, and he pressed against my tailhole firmly, rubbing with those smooth pads all over the ringed muscle. That KY stuff still felt just a hint cold against my hot, bare skin, but his caresses were enough of a distraction to begin with. I pushed my ass up jus a little to give him some better access, and he grinned, rubbing his thumb up and down at the base of my tail and my taint while his fingers still stroked my little pucker and made it wet with the lube.

He was doing a really good job, and I tried to relax my rebelling mind into the idea while he stroked and caressed my muscular bud and added a little bit of that sticky stuff from the tube before he began to really probe and prod me. His smile remained on his lips as he watched me squirm and huff a little as he pushed his flat fingertips against my tailhole with a steady pressure until my body finally gave over and allowed him to push himself into me.

Well now, I wasn't unfamiliar to having something inside my tender place, but still, having someone else doing it was quite the feeling. For instance, I only felt the presence of those fingertips, his fingers slimmer than mine and not stretching my muscles quite the way that my own had done during my solitary explorations. He took my slightly muffled groans as a sign that he was doing a good job, and he added some more pressure, and depth, and soon had those fingers going slowly in and out of me, spreading that slickness everywhere the fingers went. He didn't quite reach my prostate, but a couple of his deeper jabs definitely gave me a hint of that special feeling inside. At least my cock throbbed and spat out some pre, and I felt my innards squeezing down on him.

"I think you're pretty much ready to go," Matt grinned as he pulled himself out of me and wiped those fingers against the furs of my inner thigh.

"Think I might've burst if you went on any longer," I hissed, watching him with slightly lidded eyes, my jaw somewhat slack from the panting I had been doing.

"Just 'wait will what I have in store for you in just a moment," the cougar smirked and gave his hard length a quick squeeze with one of his paws before he picked up the flimsy plastic wrapper and used a claw or two to carefully open the prophylactic.

"Bet they didn't speak about this during sex ed, eh?" the cougar smirked lewdly as he unrolled the plastic protection over his straining cock, making sure to get the elastic fitted well and snuggle around the very base of his now enclosed member.

"They just pretty much told the girls to tell the guys no and that was it," I replied.

My eyes lingering on him, watching how the cougar scooted a bit closer again, clearly very ready to take my anal virginity. He grabbed the small tube of lube briefly to add a glob of it to the tip of his oddly glistening cock and gave himself a couple of wet tugs to spread the stickiness evenly before he definitely was now all ready. He shifted a little again and put his paws on the sides of my thighs.

"You can put these around my waist in a bit," he grinned, stroking my pelts and purring charmingly.

I nodded and watched how he lined himself up, and there was a momentary increase in tension as I felt that lubed cocktip touch my equally slick tailhole. The lean feline grinned toothily, and his thick tail was a soothing presence around my ankles. My own puny tail gave a final twitch.

"You look really hot like that, you know," he smiled.

Then I felt his claws, pushing against the skin on my thighs, and I growled a little at the pricking sensation that was almost painful.

It must have been intentional, since during that single growling moment, Matt pushed his hips forward and managed to slip the first inch or so of himself inside me.

I gasped loudly at the feeling of my muscles being spread so wide so suddenly, and I felt myself tense powerfully around him, my body unsure how to deal with this intention. There wasn't pain, just a great deal of discomfort and an odd feeling of fullness that increased with each slippery inch of cougar inserted through my gripping tail grin. Matt kept his eyes steady on myself, even when he bit his lip as he felt my body take hold of him strongly from within. He did not stop on his way until I felt his snug balls press against my taint, and the cat let out a loud, purr-full groan.

Matt leaned over my now, our faces close but not close enough to kiss, really, but we shared out breath, and being joined by our loins really felt better than anything I had ever felt before. He throbbed powerfully, deep within me, and my body still trembled, clenching and relaxing uncontrollably. My cock had not lost any of its firmness throughout the time I was being taken, and now my arousal was as powerful as ever.

The cougar put his paws widely over my chest and smiled down to me, and I did as he had told me to do before and hooked my legs over his things, holding him down in a way. He seemed to like that, too, for he blew me an air kiss before I felt his hips shift a little. Our bodies parted only fractionally before he thrust himself back into me again, slowly. My body reacted as it had done before, tightening upon his entry, but his strong movements proved that I was no match for him.

I gripped his arms with my paws as we began to mate for earnest now, Matt's hips a blur as he took me as his own. His strong hips pumped back and forth with precision and passion matched by his deep rumblings. He looked really good like that, as if he was in his element, and I guess he was, being the top stud for the moment now, taking his partner deeply and fast. He certainly was giving me a good time, with all those barbs covering that blunt tip constantly rubbing over my prostate whenever he plunged himself deeper into my opened rump. My sweaty body rocked from the power of his thrusts, as he was really driving himself into me now, his paws on my chest clenched and grabbing onto any furs that might be caught under his fingers. Matt had his claws partway out, too, but thankfully they were not too sharp, or I was sure that I might have received some puncture marks in progress.

All the stimulation inside and out, combined with the musky scent of pre and sweat was really working me up, and my throbbing cock seemed quite pitiful as it jumped there against my heaving belly, drooling pre. Matt seemed to realize my agony, for with a slight shift in his concentrated scowl, he moved one of his paws and wrapped it around my cock. He began to stroke me off to rhythm of his thrusts, going hard and fast on me from both ends now as he worked us towards what must have been an explosive orgasm to come. His taunt, warm body flexed with his considerable strength as he worked himself in and out of me faster and faster, prodding places inside me that had been scarcely explored before.

"Agghhh, man...!" I managed to utter before I felt my body grip him tighter than ever before, and my balls gave out.

Matt leaned over me fully now, baring his teeth and going form my arm for the lack of reach for my shoulder, and with a slightly muffled growl he took me into a mating bite of sorts. I yelped briefly at the feeling of those teeth pressing against my hide, but I was too far gone to really register any pain from it, for my balls pulled up to my body and I was spraying us both with a ridiculous amount of pent-up bear cum. I got a glob of it over my chin and Matt got some of the spooge to his chest, but neither of us cared, for I hardly felt anything except the burning inside my belly as I kept coming hard.

The reaction of my body to his administrations must have been enough to send my cougar over the edge too, for his hips suddenly became still after one final slam against my ass, and I felt his cock throb deep inside me, his tail flicking erratically from side to side as the cougar who held my arm between his jaws spent himself. His moans and groans were slightly muffled, but the feeling of increasing heat inside me told me that he was shooting as much cum as I had, but this time it was going inside me.

Once we were done, Matt collapsed on top of me and we remained as heap of panting furs for a little while, simply looking onto each other's eyes and huffing cum-smelly breaths into our straining lungs. We were both coated in the sticky mass of cum that had shot out of my wilting cock, and it matted ours furs where our bodies were pressed firmly together, from chest to belly to hips where Matt's catcock was still deeply lodged inside my rump. My body was still giving him the occasional tug for his spent member, and he responded those with little snuffles and purrs of his.

I put my paw over his back and stroked him there, mostly to feel those purrs through him as much as for the pleasure of holding him close. The toothily smiling cougar rewarded me with a smile as well as a few very well-received kisses once he took a moment to grab his spent member and guide himself out of himself without slipping the condom away too soon. Once that sticky reminder of our rump romp was disposited to an empty takeway coffee cup on the nighstand, he scooted up close to me on the crook of my arm and simply laid there, one leg hooked over my hip, our messy bodies molding comfortably to another while we nuzzled, kissed, smiled, lapped, laughed, winked and then kissed some more.

My bold paw cupped one of his firm ass cheeks, and his ears perked.

"Do you have intentions, Noah?" Matt smirked.

I patted his rump and felt out its curve broadly.

"Well, you did promise me some, if I was a good boy," I told him in the dirtiest voice I could muster.

Matt chuckled and licked my nosepad, almost making me sneeze in the process.

"You'e a very good boy indeed," the big cat grinned, and his paw was already wandering along my belly towards my cock, when I heard the telltale chime of my phone coming from the side where my abandoned clothes lay.

My ears flattened while Matt's perked up again, and he looked at me, smiling.

"Think your friend is worried about you?" he spoke, scratching my belly.

"It can wait," I huffed.

"No, I think you should look what it is," Matt grinned. "He might be simply asking when you're coming back."

"I don't want to go back," I snuffled, giving that delectable ass another little squeeze.

Matt smirked.

"You don't have to, but you should tell your friend not to expect you back," he smiled to me, and it was such an earnest smile, that I could really not say no.

"Okay," I said, "gimme the phone."

My cougar rolled off me just enough to dig for my phone, and in the process his sticky sheath rubbed against my thigh and made a nice mess there, but that was something to be thought about later on. He returned to the crook of my arm and nestled himself there, purring contently and stroking my chest while I held up the phone to read the text I had received from Logan.

_ WHERE R U? _

That's what the text read, and I told Matt as much, and he chuckled.

"Want to give him my room number in case he gets worried?" he smirked, but I just snuffled.

"Nahh...this will do," I replied, my ears flicking as I typed in a quick answer and then put the phone away again, grinning as I gathered the slick cougar back into my arms and held him close to me.

"What did you say to him?" Matt spoke to me, ears picking up curiously.

"Told him that I was getting some pussy."

*

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