Clothes Make the Man
Clothes Make the Man
By Keane Ironheart
The tone for receiving a text message was quick, only a couple seconds long, but Shawn had the phone snatched up in his paws before it had ended and pressed his finger on the display button. He sighed to himself when he read it was from his mother, reminding him of his brother's birthday this weekend and to get little twerp a gift - his words, not hers. He turned off the display again then laid back against the headboard of his twin-sized bed, staring up at the crack in the ceiling that went from one side of the dorm room to the other.
His heart was still racing a bit in his chest, mostly from the nerves of finally scoring a date. Not just any date, though; a date with the Margarete. He had a crush on that tigress the first time he saw her playing volleyball. Of course, it was hard not to have a crush on a chick whose breasts were bouncing up and down with each jump, barely contained in a tight sports bra.
And those short shorts that stretched over her ass.
Shawn could feel a tightness in his jeans just from the thought of her perfect body. He never thought that she would say yes to a small snow leopard like himself, perhaps that was why it had taken him so long to work up the courage. That, and the fact that she had never been alone long enough for him to ask. The last thing he wanted to to be struck down in front of any of her friends.
When he had asked her though, she just smiled and her jade eyes lit up. He even thought he caught an extra sway in her tail while he held his down against the ground, letting his nerves show. When she said yes, though, his long, bushy tail perked up and swayed excitedly behind him, betraying his attempt to play it cool. Then she had asked him to go to a club with him.
It was the last thing Shawn would have wanted to do. He was not that good of a dancer in the first place, but he had also never been to a rave before. He did not even know what to wear! That was where Jove came in, and why he was checking his phone so often.
Shawn was on the swim team, and though he was not the best, he still managed to hold his own. Except against those otters and their damned webbed paws. He only managed to beat one of them in two years at college. This last year though, he had another guy who was right on his tail in every match. A coyote, of all creatures.
Jove became his friend almost instantly. They even hung out when they could, but with all his school work and practice, Shawn hardly found the time for a social life. He supposed that was why he took so well to the coyote, they were practically on the same schedule so he rarely had to make time to be social. He would definitely have to make some now, though.
His phone vibrated in his paw a moment before those four tones rang in and he turned the screen on, lighting up when he read the message from Jove.
Sure dude. Come over. I got what u need.
Shawn may have the coyote beat when it came to swimming, but it was no competition between the two when it came to style. If there was anybody who could show him the right stuff to wear, it was Jove. They were even the same size, and though it made him sound too much like a woman, he hoped he could borrow some stuff. Just to make a good impression.
The snow leopard leaped off his bed and quickly slipped his hind paws in a pair of sandals before he left his dorm, locking the door behind him. It was not much of a walk to get to Jove's place; fortunately he only lived in the dorm across the street, but he still had to go down a couple flights of stairs and then bolt up three. By the time he got to the door, he was breathing a little heavily. He rested for a moment, not wanting to seem too desperate and eager, before he rapped at the door lightly with one paw.
"Come in!" He heard the coyote yell from the other side of the door and Shawn twisted the handle of the door before slipping into the room.
Jove had somehow scored a dorm all to himself. So the room that usually had to hold two beds, two bookshelves and two desks - plus all the things two roommates would need - was only half filled. It left a lot of open space, and made the dorm feel so much less cramped.
The door opened to a narrow passage with hooks at shoulder level to hang coats and bags, with only enough room left over to two people to squeeze by with little regard for personal space. The wall to the left continued on to the large, sliding windows and a pair of radiators that lined the far wall. The other wall stopped after a few feet, making a corner that opened up into the rest of the room.
Where the other dorms would normally have two beds lined up against the far right wall, Jove's bed was flush against the radiators. To one side was the door to the bathroom shared with the dorm room just beyond it, and to the other was a bookshelf that rose no higher than the bed, cluttered with anything but books on it.
He had a small flat screen television sitting on top of an entertainment center, with a DVD player and and Xbox underneath with some killer speakers on each side. He also had a full length mirror in the corner of the room next to the television, something Shawn had always thought was strange. On the other side of the television was the closet.
"Hey dude, just in here." The coyote said in his typical baritone voice. Shawn could have sworn the guy sounded like a stoner half the time.
He took a few steps into the room and saw his friend sitting on the couch with a wireless controller in his paws, playing some violent first person shooter. Shawn perked a brow in surprise at what the coyote was wearing though. He was in a tight, white tank top that clung to his lithe body and showed some of the curves underneath his wiry fur, but around his waist he only wore a tight green and yellow speedo with a sizable bulge in front.
"Geez, do you ever take that thing off?" Shawn said with a laugh, plopping himself down on a small beanbag chair against the wall.
"Whatever, I was about to head out for practice when I got your text." The coyote responded without taking his eyes off the screen.
"We don't have practice this afternoon." Shawn was a little unsure of himself when he said that, though. "Unless you're just trying to get the best--" He tried to make some snide remark but he was interrupted.
"Die you mother fucking piece of shit!" The coyote yelled at the screen, cutting him off in the middle of his sentence. "No, we don't have practice, I was just going in just 'cause."
"Oh, okay, I was afraid--"
"C'mon, aren't any of your fuckers going to help out here!?" Jove yelled into his headset and Shawn rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh. "Oh, sorry about about that," the coyote said, still not turning his head away from the screen, "you were saying?"
"Nothing, so anyway, I asked to come over because I wanted help with--"
"Goddammit, you guys are fucking horrible!"
Frustration welled up in Shawn and he got up from his beanbag, stomping his way over to the television before he pressed the power button, holding it until he was sure it was turned off. He turned back to the coyote who had an indignant look on his face.
"Dude!" Jove said.
"Dude." Shawn responded sarcastically. "Why do you even play games when all it does it make you an angry prick?" He said, leaning his weight on one paw as his tail flicked behind him irritably. His ears were folded half-way back and the fur along his spine was standing on end inside his grey t-shirt with the school's crest in faded red on the front.
Jove just laughed and let the controller fall to the floor. "Because, it's fun yelling at little kids. You should seriously try it sometime." He pulled his hind paws into the bed and folded his legs as he leaned his elbows on the sides of his knees, looking up at his friend intently. "So, what'cha need, dude?"
Shawn took a couple deep breaths to calm himself. The coyote was always so cool and collected about everything that happened. Had the tables been turned, he probably would have been angry as hell that someone just turned off his video game. Maybe he did only yell for the laughs.
"I got a date tonight, and I need your help." Shawn said, his ears folding back a little more until they rested against his skull, his bushy tail motionless.
"Well, when a man loves a woman very much, he sticks his penis--" The coyote began and Shawn groaned.
"Shut up, you stupid mutt." It did bring a smile to the snow leopard's face though, something Shawn was grateful for.
"Hey now, that's racist!" Jove laughed for a moment then leaned in a little. "Seriously, though, what is it?"
"It's Margarete, she wants to go to a club and she wants me to take her there." Shawn started off a bit bashfully then chewed his lower lip. "I might sound gay and all, but I don't really know what to wear to a place like that. I don't want to look like just some lame college student, you know?" He started pacing back and forth, unable to keep still. "So I was wondering if maybe you had some tips or something."
The coyote barked a laugh which caused the feline to stop in his tracks and glare his direction. "You're right, that does sound kinda gay." Jove said with a broad grin on hi muzzle, showing pearly white, sharp teeth which contrasted against the red and blonde fur covering his muzzle.
"I'm serious here, I don't want to fuck this up." Shawn said, gesturing to emphasize his point as he took a step towards the canine.
"I know you are, just having my fun, dude." Jove said as he unfolded his thin legs and placed those dark pads on the floor, dull brown claws clicking against it. His bed squeaked when he lifted off of it and stood in front of Shawn, that same smile still on his muzzle.
"I'll help you out, but you owe me." Jove said as he started towards the closet, slapping the feline on the ass like he was prone to doing. It caused Shawn to yelp and spin around with a glare.
"You can be a real asshole sometimes, you know that?" He called after the canine sarcastically, getting only a paw lifted with the middle finger extended as a response. He chuckled to himself and took a seat on the bed, picking up the controller that had fallen on the floor. "So, how are classes going this week?" He asked as he turned the controller in his paws, handling it as though it was some foreign object.
"Y'know, same old, same old. Never ending homework, quizzes and I have a test tomorrow." Jove said from inside the closet as he gathered a few things off the rack.
"In what class?" Shawn asked as he leaned over to watch the coyote fold clothing over his arm as he moved down the narrow passage.
"Uh, dunno." He laughed to himself and the snow leopard just rolled his eyes. It was just like Jove.
The coyote backed out of the closet and turned with an arm full of clothes, more than Shawn would be able to wear in a week probably! He walked to the side of the bed and put them on top before he started going through them, pulling out a couple articles.
"Well, go ahead and strip down, we'll see what fits you." Jove said without looking up from the pile of clothing. Shawn waited for a smirk or some indication that the canine was joking, but he looked dead serious.
"Wait, really? You want me to try it out here?" He said with a bit of confusion.
"Dude, I've seen you in nothing but a speedo and goggles." Jove said as he looked up, then rolled his eyes at the look on the feline's face. "For fuck sake, I've even seen your scrawny ass in the shower, so get over it." The canine barked a laugh.
"Whatever dude, my ass looks great. It's the reason Margarete's going out with me instead of your mangy self." Shawn retorted before he took off his t-shirt and laid it out across the bed. His muscles were nowhere near as defined as his friend's, but he still had nothing to be ashamed of when he took off his shirt. Well, except for the puffy white fur that covered his underside from just above his chest down below the waist of his khakis.
"I know, dude, she certainly wouldn't go out with you for that squirrelly face." The comment made Shawn shoot a glare Jove's direction. The coyote knew he was a bit sensitive about that. He always looked like he had something stuffed in his cheeks the way his fur stood on end. It also made him look much too young for his age.
Jove, on the other hand, had such little fat in his body he looked like an adult. He was even successful at buying beer several times. Shawn was a little jealous of the look. He had always been this soft, cuddly thing his whole life. Being short did not help either, nor did having big, vibrant green eyes. Y the end of high school, he had begun to dread being called "cute" by the other girls.
Jove, on the other paw, did not have that problem. His fur, a mixture of red, blonde and brown no his back and white and grey on the front, was wiry enough it clung to his body. Couple that with his attitude, and he could place the dangerous type really easily. He was tall, too, and did not have that long, bushy tail to hinder him in the water.
Sometimes Shawn wondered how the guy did not have a girlfriend.
Shawn turned his back on Jove and slid out of his khakis, after taking off his sandals, and stood at the foot of the twin-sized bed in only a pair of dark green boxer briefs. He heard a whistle behind him and spun around, his arms folded across his chest and his brow narrowed.
"You done?" The snow leopard asked in a slightly annoyed tone and Jove could only laugh and nod. "Good, what do you got for me?" He stepped a little closer, looking at a few outfits. They ranged from pretty to a few that vaguely reminded him of goth. This guy had it all.
"Go over to the mirror, I'll bring you a few things." Jove said as he motioned for the snow kitty to move. Shawn flicked his ears back and reluctantly stepped in front of the mirror, staring back at himself. He did not realize just how naked he looked in only a pair of boxer briefs.
"Here you go." The dingo draped a shirt over Shawn's shoulder and he grabbed it in one paw before he held it out in front of him. It was a soft, button up shirt in black silk with an embroidered pattern up one side of it. Through the mirror, Shawn could see the embroidery was continued on the back, though across the whole thing.
He gave a face as he looked it over. It was gaudy as hell, but he did not want to be rude on the first outfit. So he slipped the shirt on and buttoned it up, leaving the top three buttons undone so his soft chest fur could poke out. There was a pair of dark grey jeans that went with it with black embroidery on one thigh.
Shawn was unsure if he would be able to fit in them though, and he struggled to get them buttoned around his waist. The zipper dug into his finger as he grasped it tight and pulled it up carefully. It felt like it was going to cut off circulation to his legs! When he looked into the mirror, though, he could not help but smile. It honestly was not that bad.
"That's awful, you'll look like a dork!" Jove said with a sharp laugh and Shawn swiveled his ears back, looking at the coyote through the mirror.
"Yeah, looks dumb." He lied and started to remove his clothing again, more than glad to be out of those pants. He could even breathe easier without them on.
As he unbuttoned the shirt and draped the clothes over one of the speakers, Jove went back to the pile and fumbled his way through until he found something else he liked. Shawn was back in just his boxer briefs, and he could feel himself flushing with embarrassment again. He hoped whatever else the coyote had would look good on him so he could get back into his clothes. There was just something about being so exposed in a room all alone with another guy that made him nervous.
Jove brought back another set of clothing and had Shawn try them on. This time the look was a little more preppy. He wore loose, khaki pants with a dark gray, long sleeved shirt tucked into it. A green and blue polo fit on top of the shirt, all the buttons exposed. Shawn looked at himself in the mirror and rolled his eyes as he shook his head.
"Ugh, I hate it, and with all those people in there, I'd be sweating like crazy all night." He said as he pulled the polo back over his head and stripped out of the clothing.
They went back and forth between two more sets of clothing after that, neither one agreeing on an outfit. Shawn was starting to feel like such a woman trying on so many different clothes, but he kept telling himself there was nothing wrong with wanting to look good. He turned to the coyote who was staring at the pile of clothing on the bed.
"Well, what else do we got?" Shawn asked, his paws folded over his crotch at the moment. The canine just looked back and forth between two piles then back up to him with a furrowed brow.
"I think I got just the thing, dude." He said as he padded to the closet and slipped back inside. Little did Shawn know, it had been Jove's plan all along to find clothes he would not be happy with. Jove had the perfect set, something he had gotten from a friend of his; an otter named Wade. He was a senior, and about the only other gay male Jove knew. He was also a great swimmer.
He had given him these clothes with the implicit instructions to use it on somebody he had always had a crush on. Shawn fit that requirement well. It was apparently something Wade's boyfriend had invented, with the help of another student on campus a couple years back. The otter had not told him the whole story, but from what he had heard about Wade, he had been quite the lady's man when he was a freshman. He had also been straight as an arrow.
He had never expected he would actually have a chance to see these things in action.
Jove gathered the clothing in his paws and walked to the bed, setting them down on the pile on top. He dug through the clothes, pulling a few things over them to hide what else he had from the snow leopard's prying eyes.
When Jove returned, Shawn spun around to look at two dangling socks in his hand. At least, he thought they were socks. They lime green with thick, black stripes running around them and they were long. He quirked a brow and gave the coyote a look saying there was no way he was going to try that on.
"I know it looks strange, but trust me dude, if you want to look great at that rave, and show Margarete you have a stylish side, you're going to try this on." He said, holding up one of the green and black tubes. It took Shawn a moment to get used to the idea. He snatched it out of the coyote's paws and lifted a leg, only stopping when his friend barked a laugh.
"They go on your arms, dumbass." He said jokingly and Shawn folded his ears back against his head as he flushed with embarrassment.
"Oh, I knew that." He muttered under his breath and pushed one paw through the tube, pulling it up on his arm. It bunched up around his wrist and no sooner did he wonder how he was supposed to wear it did Jove help him out. The coyote pulled the arm warmer all the way up to the middle of his bicep, letting the fabric bunch up a little around his elbow and his wrist. Shawn worked his arm into the other, following his friend's lead.
He turned back to the mirror and grimaced at what he saw. It looked stupid so far, his grey and white fur clashing against the green and black on his arms. He could hear his friend step back over to the bed to collect a few more things. Oddly enough, the longer he looked at himself, the more comfortable he got with the arm warmers. Maybe it would not be so bad.
He crossed his arms over his chest and put his weight on one paw, furrowing his brow as he stared back at himself. It was hard to look serious in a pair of boxer briefs and arm warmers and it looked especially ridiculous coming from a snow leopard. He barked a laugh and turned around just in time to see the next part of the outfit.
He made that same face as before he started to shake his head.
"No fucking way." He said, pausing between each word to accentuate his displeasure. In Jove's paws was a small tank top, black at on the upper half, but the lower half was variegated black and a rose pink. What was worse, the thing was so short it would only cover just below his chest.
"You have to trust me on this, Shawn." Jove said and Shawn was surprised by how serious he sounded, and looked. He was under the impression it was all just a joke to see if he would put on whatever the canine had put in front of him. Maybe it was for the best though.
"Don't you think that's a little...gay?" He asked with a grimace on his face and poked the fabric with the claw on an index finger. Jove just rolled his eyes at him and dropped his arms to the side, holding the shirt in one paw.
"Look, maybe this was all just a bad idea. Just go in a t-shirt and jeans if that's what you're comfortable with." Jove sounded disappointed when he said that, and it caused Shawn to throw his ears back against his head, his whiskers even drooped.
"No, no, let's do this." Shawn finally said as he reached out to grab the tank top from the canine. It really was quite light and he was unsure how it would look, but he would at least try it on. He turned back to the mirror, pulling his arms through the tank top before putting it on. He tried to tug it down as far as it could go, but the thing barely covered his chest at all. He wondered if his friend had ever worn this thing, because he certainly had never seen its like on the coyote.
It did look a little gay though, especially with those arm warmers, but again, as before, the longer he looked at himself in the mirror, the more comfortable he became with the clothes. In fact, he hardly minded that the shirt showed off his belly like that. He had done a lot of work getting it to look as good as it did, so he should show it off.
His timid expression turned quickly to a smile as he checked himself out. Somehow he knew that tigress would think he looked cute. He paused for a moment, looking down at himself. He always hated being cute, so why was he now nearly excited by that prospect? He obviously meant to say she would think he was handsome. It was just a slip in his thoughts.
"Now, lift hold your arms out and I'll put these on." Jove said as he came back from the bed.
When Shawn turned around the canine's tail was visibly wagging as he carried two, thin black leather straps with a silver buckle on each. One was stitched together using lime green thread, but the other used a rose color thread that almost exactly matched the tank top. He was about to say something against it, but somehow he knew it would look great on him.
He held out his arms and let the canine fasten each strap to his biceps, pulling them tight enough they would not fall off his arms, but not too tight. He could smell the faint hint of cologne on his friend from this close. It was odd he would wear that if he was just going to the pool to swim.
"There, what do you think?" Jove asked with a friendly smile as he motioned the the mirror with his muzzle.
Shawn turned around, pulling his shoulder in on one arm and then the other as he checked out each of the straps. They really were not his style, he knew that. He even doubted Margarete would like the way he looked in them, she would likely just question his sexuality, or dump him at the door.
"Looks good." He heard himself say and perked his ears up on his head. He could have sworn his voice was a little different; and why would he lie about liking those straps? The coyote was trying very hard to make him look good, and he did not want to hurt his friend's feelings. Yeah, he would try on whatever clothes he was given and go out in something different. Jove would never know.
He could not help but look at himself in the mirror. He looked adorable in that tank top, and those straps fit so well on his upper arms like that, they even made them look bigger than they really were. He spotted the canine who was still looking at him through the mirror and curled his lips in a friendly smile.
"Good, glad you like it. Now, the next part I'm going to need you to slip out of those undies."
Shawn rubbed a paw behind his ears as he looked down at himself. There was no way he was going to get out of his underwear in front of the canine, especially not with him behind him like that. "Wait, what? Why would you want me to do that?" He meant it to sound like more of a protest than it did, but he still got his point across.
Jove barked a laugh and slapped him on the shoulder. "Just seeing if you were paying attention, you looked kinda lost there for a second, dude!" The canine shot one of those cocky grins his way and any other time, Shawn would have elbowed the guy, or at least come up with a retort. Instead, he just stood there, staring at himself and adjusting the clothing until it was just right. Maybe he was just a little lost in thought.
Jove came back with something else in his paw that Shawn only got a glimpse of before the coyote had his arms draped over his shoulders. He pulled them back, securing a collar around his neck. It was made of thin leather like the straps on his upper arms, but lacquered metal studs in it. Seven on each side and each one a different color of the rainbow. What was worse, the small, pink heart that dangled off the front of the collar read "Kitty."
That was far worse than being called cute, and he was very sure Shawn knew that. Hell, he had almost punched a guy in practice who would not stop calling him kitty. He could feel his heart racing faster, his mind finally working out that all of this was a joke. He clenched his fists and felt a growl building in his chest, but when it escaped as a soft mewl.
He perked a brow hearing that. He had not made that noise since he was a kitten, and certainly not when he was this angry. Yet, somehow he could hardly remember what had gotten him worked up in the first place. Something about the collar, maybe? He read the inscription, the way the letter curved and swirled in a stylized way to form "Kitty." It was cute.
He brought his paw up to the collar, running a finger along the inside of it as he adjusted the charm to fall just above the "V" in his collar bone. He let out another soft mewl and curled his tail in front of his legs as he reexamined himself in the mirror.
"It's looking good so far, I think Margarete will love it!" He said, surprised the tone of his voice was a little higher than before. At least, he could have sworn he had a deeper voice. Yet, his voice was cute, as cute as his outfit even!
"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. Now, get out of those undies, I'll get you your shorts." Jove whispered into his ear as his tail wagged quickly behind him.
"Alright, make it quick though, yeah?" He said, looking over his shoulder at his friend. He caught that scent again, just a little stronger than before. He had never smelled a cologne like that, in fact he no longer thought it was cologne. It smelled more like musk, but he somehow found the scent to be nice.
Jove stepped away to the bed again and Shawn shimmied his way out of his boxer briefs, letting them fall down his legs and to a pile around his ankles before he kicked them to the side. He looked at himself and flushed with embarrassment as he saw a bit of pink poking out from the tip of his sheath. He checked the mirror, making sure the coyote was facing away before he did his best to pull his sheath over that rounded tip.
When Jove returned, he was carrying a pair of short shorts that were lime green, matching his arm warmers. They looked a bit small, which was no wonder he had to take off his underwear. There would have been no way he could fit in those with them on. He was unsure of the color though, thinking it was too vibrant and flamboyant. He still could not shake the feeling this whole outfit cried "gay."
Still, when the shorts were dangled in front of him, he snatched them up and eagerly put one foot after another through them and pulled them up. They fit well over his waist, not too tight at all. He struggled a little with the zipper, but only because his sheath was still a little firm. He was careful not to catch anything in that zipper.
The shorts had dark grey stitching on them too, something he had not noticed until they were on and he was looking at them intently through that mirror. They covered only half his thigh, but the way they showed off his legs was perfect. He hardly noticed he had such nice, slender legs.
Jove just grinned even wider. Had Shawn bothered to check the back of the shorts, he would have seen written in bold, pink lettering the word "FAG" across his ass. There was even a hole in the middle of the "A" a couple inches across that showed grey fur underneath his tail. The coyote wanted so badly to slip his finger into that hole, to tease the snow kitty like he had dreamed about for so many months now, but there were still a few finishing touches.
"Here, these go next." The coyote said as he dangled another pair of tubes in front of Shawn's face. This time they were dusty pink with black stripes and were thick enough to fit over his legs.
Shawn snatched them up and eagerly pulled them over one leg. He left some of the fabric bunched up around his ankle and then around his knee, the leg warmer stopping just above that. It clung to his leg with the help of elastic, allowing him to quickly pull on the other leg warmer before he stood straight before he mirror.
He had a goofy smile on his face, shifting his weight from one foot to another. He even posed a few times, once with a pouty look on his face that he thought was adorable. Jove was right, these clothes would show up well under all that black light and he would really stand out for his date. He could not wait until he could show it off!
There was a moment's pause as he narrowed his eyes a little. He could not remember who he had asked out, though he was sure he had somebody. That was why he was over here in Jove's dorm, to get clothes for a date. Still, he racked his brain thinking of who, exactly, it was with.
Before he knew it, he felt something being pulled over his head. He looked back up and squirmed as the coyote pulled a tight beanie over his head and adjusted it just right for his ears to poke through a couple holes made on top. It was striped in monochrome at the top, each layer getting progressively lighter starting from black. The last two rings around his forehead were lime green and that pale grey pink that matched his legwarmers.
He twitched his ears about and crossed his arms over his chest again to pose. He looked perfect; and to think he was going to wear a t-shirt and jeans like he always did. This outfit made a much bolder statement, one that told everybody he had style, but also that showed off his goods.
"Wow, thanks Jovey, I don't know what to say." He swayed his tail behind him and flicked the tip happily as he turned his head to look back at the canine. He chewed his lower lip bashfully, letting out a soft mewl to his friend.
"Oh, there's a couple more things, we're not done quite yet." Jove said as he laid his paw on Shawn's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. Shawn had not realized just how strong his friend was.
"What else you got?" He inquired after a soft giggle, but the coyote only held up a finger as he stepped back into the closet. Shawn was curious, but he stayed in front of the mirror and patiently waited for his friend to come back .
In the mean while, he turned his profile to the mirror and checked himself out. That rounded ass fit in his green short shorts so well. They accentuated the curves, making his rump look firmer than it really was. He always had that layer of fat that made his ass stick out a bit, it was why he wore loose jeans all the time. Somehow, he did not mind it as much as he had.
He caught a glimpse of something pink on the rear of his shorts and turned his back to the mirror. He twisted his head around, looking at the corner of his eye. He lifted his tail out of the way and his jaw dropped at the word written over his ass. There was even a hole right where hovering right over his tailhole!
"Dammit, Jove, what the fuck!?" He yelled and turned his head just in time to face the coyote. That smile had disappeared from his face and he no longer felt as comfortable in his clothes as he had before. He could feel that anger welling back up inside of him and he wanted to punch the guy for tricking him into wearing those clothes.
Before he could lift a muscle, he felt the canine's paw against his cheek and felt a slight pinch to one of his ears. He let out a yelp of pain and twitched that ear wildly, feeling an added weight on it. When he turned back to the mirror to see what his friend had done, he saw a ring hanging from the side of his ear. It was rainbow colored, with swirling bands that ran around it.
Jove clipped another ring to that ear, as well as one on the other. They were pink and green respectively, and somehow he felt better when they were on. He released his fists and relaxed; he was not even concerned when he watched those clip on earrings somehow connect through his ears without any pain at all. He should have been freaked out by that, but he felt they belonged there.
"There we go, doesn't my little snow kitty feel better?" Jove asked as he reached around to lift up that tight half a tank top and expose those dark nipple underneath Shawn's soft, white fur.
"Y...yeah." He responded and drew a sharp breath between his teeth when he felt cold steel against each of his nipples. There was another pinch, but this time the pain was almost pleasurable. Another set of pink and green rings were left behind, piercing his nipples without any pain at all after the first pinch. No healing required; it was quite remarkable.
Jove pulled the tank top back down, those rings showing through the thin material. Shawn ran his fingers of each bulge on his chest and struggled from moaning out loud as the sensation tingled through his entire body. He had never wanted piercings before, but something about these were just so - so sexy.
"This will make you feel even better, trust me." Jove whispered as he unfolded a piece of parchment paper and pressed it up against the snow leopard's back.
Shawn arched his spine and folded his ears back as felt another tingling just above the base of his tail. It made the long, bushy appendage arch and drew another mewl from him. He reached forward, grabbing the sides of the mirror as he pressed his ass back.
"What are you...doing?" He asked between breaths and felt the coyote pealing that paper away from his fur. Parts of his grey, spotted fur were turned black under that paper as it was pulled away. If Shawn had turned his back to the mirror, he would have seed it clearly said "Slut" along the small of his back. A tattoo in his fur itself.
A feeling coursed through his body that he could not quite identify. The front of his shorts were strained through as the already swollen sheath contained inside swelled even further. The tip of his shaft poked out, creeping up along his crotch where it wedged between his waist and his short shorts. That was just the start of it though.
He could feel a tingling under his tail, and it was growing worse by the minute. Gone were the memories of asking Margarete out on a date, the memories of wanting to date here or the memories of wanting to date any girl for that matter.
"Giving you what you never knew you wanted." Jove said as he draped his arms around Shawn's waist and held him.
He could see the canine's head over his shoulder in the mirror as that tingling grew inside of him. It was no longer an unknown feeling inside of him. It was a hunger and it was growing by the minute. When he felt that bulge from the coyote's speedo against his rear, he knew what he hungered for.
He let out a moan as he pressed his ass back into that crotch and turned his head over his shoulder with a playful smile on his muzzle. He growled sexily and wrapped his long, bushy tail around his friend's waist. "As long as you give it me hard, over and over again." He spoke, those words flowing from his muzzle as though they were not his own.
Jove slid his muzzle over to nuzzle the backs of the snow leopard's ears as he nibbled on the soft, rounded tip. Shawn was gripped tighter in those arms, his paws gripping the stand of the mirror tightly as he continue to push his rump outwards, grinding it against that bulge. He heard a soft moan from his friend who was obviously enjoying himself, then he felt a hot breath against the back of his ear as the canine muttered the word "Slut."
It sent shivers down Shawn's spine and his hunger only grew. He could almost feel his ass begging to be fed that canine shaft. He could vaguely remember a time when that word applied to him would have been an insult, but no longer. He was cock slut, and he had been waiting so long for someone to prove that.
"Shut up and fuck me, Jovey." Shawn looked to his friend in the mirror and grinned wide. He felt those arms retreat from his waist as they moved to slide that speedo own, exposing a solid red rocket poking out of a swollen, red-furred sheath. Shawn could see it out the corner of his eye, the thick veins showing through the flesh throbbing along with the beat of the canine's heart.
Jove reached over to the top of the speaker to grab the bottle of lube he had pulled out of the closet and pour a puddle of it in his palm. He gripped his shaft, moaning against the snow kitty's ear as he felt his warm, soft paw slide up and down that engorged member. He may have only had an average sized shaft when it came to length, but he was not lacking at all in the girth department. He made sure to get that shaft nice and slick, all the while licking the backs of those rounded ears.
Shawn took a deep breath through his nose when he felt that warm, soft tongue flick along the back of his ear, sending a shiver down his spine and all the way to the tip of his tail. He swiveled his ears back and listened to the squelching noise made by the canine's paw on his slick cock, a need building so deep inside of him, he actually whimpered.
"Aww, kitty can't wait to get a bone buried in him." Jove whispered with a soft chuckle and just to tease his newly converted friend, he slid a slick finger into that hole in the back of his shorts and between those round, soft mounds.
Shawn mewled louder and pressed his hips back against that finger, his pucker clenching when he felt the soft, warm pad against his ring. The slick appendage easily slid past his ring, wetting it with lube as it disappeared into that tight, hot hole up to the first knuckle.
"Fuck..." Shawn breathed and felt his body cry out for more. As he pushed back, though, Jove moved his paw back, keeping only the tip of his finger inside of him at all times. Before he knew it, he was nearly bent at the waist, still holding onto the mirror and whimpering loudly to be fucked.
"I didn't know you would act this slutty, kitty." He barked a laugh as he pulled his finger from that passage and gripped his friend's hips, rubbing his shaft along the fabric of those shorts until his tapered cock caught the lip of the hole and slid inwards.
"I've always been this much of a slut, don't know why it's taken me this long to get you under my tail though." Shawn purred back at the canine and grinned at him through the mirror. He could feel the warmth of that canine cock between his cheeks as it inched closer to his awaiting pucker.
The tip pressed against it, that narrow point easily finding its mark at the center of his pucker. It sent jolts through Shawn's body, pleasuring him in ways he had not known possible. He could feel his puckered ring expand as that hot, throbbing invader pressed inside of him.
He cried out, closing his eyes and folding his ears the rest of the way back against his skull. That shaft was so thick, his pucker burned as it stretched it wider and wider. Soon the whole head was in and his body clamped tight around it. Despite the pain, he wanted so much more. He wanted all that canine could give him.
That pain quickly dissipated and his body quivered as he pushed back. Jove still teased the snow leopard, making sure to slide in nice and slow. He wanted to leave his friend always wanting more, just so he could hear that whimper; and Shawn did whimper.
"Faster...for fuck sake, just shove it in there...!" He said between clenched teeth as he pushed back as far as he could without losing grip on the mirror. It was the only thing holding him up now. He caught his reflection occasionally, his face always a mix of pleasure and desire and those eyes always full of need.
His maw hung open and the tip of his tongue draped between his lower fangs as he breathed heavier. His brow shot up when he felt a sudden thrust inside of him, over half of the coyote's shaft suddenly spreading him open. The tip of his cock pressed against his prostate, causing it to throb as it sent a wave of intense pleasure through his body. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he let out a high pitched, slutty groan.
"Fuck yeah, just like that..." He said pressed his forehead to the mirror. As he panted, the glass in front of his muzzle fogged with condensation.
"Damn, you so tight for a slutty snow kitty." Jove grunted, struggling to push the rest of his shaft inside the feline. Shawn could feel that cock pulse inside of him, moving in and out with slow, but steady thrusts of the hips. He wanted more too, that hunger still was not sated.
Another sudden thrust buried almost all of that wide canine cock inside of him. Shawn watched his face contort in pleasure as another moan built from deep in his chest. The swelling knot pressed against his pucker and threatened to stretch him even wider as the rest of the shaft throbbed and leaked into his body.
He even felt a sudden squirt of precum at the thrust, painting his silky, hot passage and making it all the easier for that well lubed cock to penetrate him. The canine pulled out, almost all the way to the tip of his head before he pushed back in. Shawn could not help but let his jaw hang and his tongue loll out the side of his muzzle. Drool ran down his chin, but he was too intent on the pounding of his ass to care.
His tail tightened around Jove's waist and helped to pull him in with each thrust. The canine worked his way to a steady pace from the head of his shaft all the way down to the knot. It brushed against Shawn's prostate each time and forced a moan, or a mewl, or a random obscenity to escape his muzzle.
He just watched in the mirror as the canine behind him rutted his slutty ass like he had always dreamed of. Well, since putting on those clothes at lease. His cock strained the fabric of the short shorts almost painfully, but he could care less about that part of his anatomy. Not while he was receiving a pounding at least.
"Look at how much of a whore you've become." Jove said and he bent over the snow leopard's back and held one paw on the mirror's stand for support. He only grinned through the mirror at his friend who was so obviously enjoying having his dick stuffed inside that tight passage.
"Gods, yes!" Shawn said as he pushed his ass back against the coyote's thrust. He felt his pucker stretching open as the half-swollen knot spread his pucker and slipped into the hot depths of his passage. That earned a sudden and pleasureful moan from the coyote above him.
"Fuck, Shawn." Jove whispered intensely into the snow leopard's ear and carefully pulled his know out of that tailhole. Shawn could feel the contours in that shaft as his pucker clamped tightly around it, driving the coyote wild with lust. So much so, he got a nip to the back of his neck.
"Oh c'mon, Jovey, like you didn't know I was slutty fucker." Shawn replied between breaths as best he could, still squirming each time that cock drove its way inside of him. It fit his passage so well, made him complete having another man's cock lodged so deep inside of him like that. He would never be able to get enough.
"No shit, who in the college hasn't had you yet?" The coyote knew it was not true, he knew he was taking the snow leopard's virginity pounding that ass as he was. Shawn, on the other hand, believed every word of it. He could recall each time he had been fucked over the years. Any guy he could imagine had gotten under his tail, and on more than one occasion too.
He blushed at how much of a slut he was. He would do anything to get his tailhole filled, or to get a maw full of hot cum. He cared more about it than he did sports, or any of his classes. He was so lucky to have a friend like Jove who would take advantage of him every chance he got.
That knot was thicker, now, and it battered against his tailhole with each powerful thrust of the coyote's hips. Shawn could do nothing but groan in pleasure as he felt it spreading him wider with each thrust forward. He wanted that knot, he wanted to feel it buried inside of him, stuck there as it stretched him wider than any other cock could.
When he pressed back, he felt a quick, but sharp pain in his ass as his pucker stretched over that knot then clamped down behind it. That pain faded to pleasure as the knot swelled inside of his passage and locked the coyote to him. It was like having a huge, hot and throbbing anal plug, only better since the coyote kept thrusting.
They were shallow movements, but enough to press against his prostate and send jolts of pleasure all the way to his limbs. He threw his head back and moaned loudly, a paw on his chest pulling him upright and against the coyote. He felt sharp teeth clamp lightly on the nape of his neck and shivered in pleasure.
Jove thrust one last time into him, groaning around his neck as he released a torrent of hot, thick cum. It splattered along those silky, slick walls in a steady stream, very unlike the steady pulses that came from his orgasms. He yelled Jove's name as he felt his ass being filled with cum, that heat warming him from inside and that knot trapping all that sticky goodness inside of him.
A few more desperate thrusts of his cock and Jove was spent, his balls completely empty as his chest heaved. He let go of his friend's neck and panted against the snow leopard's ear as he looked through the mirror at him. Shawn had a goofy smile on his face, his eyes half-lidded as he held on to the coyote with his tail. He could feel his body slumping, but Jove tightened his grip around him.
"That's a good boi." He whispered into Shawn's ear and the snow leopard mewled loudly at the complement, his shaft throbbing against the fabric of his shorts. He watched as the coyote's paw slid down his soft belly and to that bulge, rubbing against it through the fabric.
Shawn gasped and rolled his hips into that paw, feeling that knot tugging at his tailhole. Another paw joined the first and those fingers quickly worked the button undone and then carefully unzipped the shorts down the front. Shawn's length spilled from his shorts and throbbed in front of him, pointed straight for that mirror.
Strong, soft fingers wrapped around his dull red cock, stroking from the base, up to the tip where it ran along those barbs just behind the rounded head. Shawn groaned and melted back against Jove's chest as he let the canine stroke him off, his shaft throbbing quickly with the beat of his heart.
He stroked slowly at first and then worked his way to a quicker pace. With the knot still swollen in his ass and that shaft still throbbing against his prostate, it did not take long until Shawn was struggling to hold himself back. He curled his toes into the floor and held tight to the coyote's hips as precum dribbled from his cock's head.
"That's it Shawn," his friend said with a wide grin on his muzzle as he watched the snow leopard squirm, "tell me how much you love this."
Shawn opened his eyes and looked into his friend's with another soft mewl. "I...I love having your cock...do deep inside me." He moaned, squeezing his cheeks around it for emphasis. Jove returned the squeeze to Shawn's shaft and it brought another moan to his lips.
"Good boi, and tell me what you've become." He whispered, licking the back of an ear before he nibbled on the tip. That sent another shiver down Shawn's spine and he loosened his tail's grip.
"I...I'm your fuck toy, your dirty femboi whore!" He yelled as he felt his balls constricting against his body. He laid his head back against the coyote's shoulder and Jove turned his head, pressing his lips to his friends. Shawn could only moan against those lips, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
He felt his body tense as his cock throbbed heavily in Jove's paw. The first spray of his seed splattered against the mirror and started running down it as the second hit just below the first. Jove groaned as he felt the snow leopard's prostate throbbing against his sensitive cock, that pucker clamping tightly around him with each spurt of Shawn's seed.
A couple more sprays hit the mirror before his orgasm began to ebb, cum dribbling from his cock onto the floor and across the coyote's fingers. His body still tensed and his prostate throbbed even after all the cum had been milked from his body. He slowly came down from the high of orgasm, rolling his head to the side as he broke from the kiss and panted softly.
"Good boi." Was all Jove could say as he brought his cummy fingers up to the snow leopards muzzle. Shawn slipped his tongue out and let the rough surface run along those fingers, cleaning them of his own cum. He did not care where it came from, he could not get enough of that taste!
Jove held Shawn in his arms, licking along his ears and at his muzzle while his knot slowly deflated over the course of a quarter hour. Shawn kept his eyes closed, his head still resting on his friend's shoulder. His ears perked when he felt a tug at his tailhole, the knot slipping free with a soft pop as the rest of Jove's shaft went with it.
He could feel cum dribbling down his cleft, matting it fur and soaking into those short shorts that clung to his waist despite the front being undone. A paw stroked over his belly and he mewled as he felt himself being led back towards the bed.
Jove turned him around and he faced the coyote, placing his paws on his sides. He tilted his head up, nibbling along his friend's chin as his chin was cupped in a paw. Jove leaned in, kissing him again, gently on the lips, his other paw giving his rump a tight squeeze.
Jove fell backward on the bed, pulling the kitty on top of him. Shawn cuddle up to his friend's chest, folding his paws on top as he laid his chin on them. He could still feel that cum moving around in his ass, and he loved the feeling.
"So what do you think about the clothes?" Jove asked, stroking a paw along the small of Shawn's back.
"I love them, thanks for letting me borrow them." Shawn cooed and nuzzled the underside of the canine's muzzle.
"You think you'll wear them to the rave?" Jove curled his lips into a smile, watching the snow leopard nod his head eagerly. "Good, then it's a date." He could not wait to show off just how much of a cock hungry slut that snow leopard had become. He would have to thank his friend for providing those clothes, they worked like a charm.