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A/N: Here we go. The prologue to one of my new stories. Its companion is Preconceptions. You don't have to read them together, as the only difference is the POV. For those of you who want to read both, do you want me to put them in the same folder, or keep them seperate? Enjoy. :)

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I sat on the couch across from Keith, the captain of the football team, and procurer of booze.

Both of us were naked, and very hard.

We moaned in tandem. He placed his hands on the back of the head of the vixen between his legs. I kept mine by my side.

"Watching your girlfriend sucking on his huge dick is so hot it almost makes me cum just by itself." It was little more than a whisper to the lion bobbing his head between my own legs, but I knew he heard it by the flick of his ears. A lie, I was more interested in watching him suck my dick.

"How's he doing, Blake?" Keith was a wolf and had no concept of inside voices. I wouldn't be surprised if the people in the ballroom heard it.

"Pretty good, but I've had better." That made the lion increase his pace. That was part of the deal. If both of them were good, they got in. It was a lie though, just doing it would get them in. It was a test more than anything. No one would admit they had to give some guy they barely knew a blowjob to get into a party.

The lion, I didn't even know his name, finally got into the feel of it and flicked his tongue across the tip of my cock. I put my hands on the back of the wolf's head and pushed him farther down. "Now you're getting it."

Apparently, he wanted the encouragement, because he removed his head from my cock to lick down my shaft and visit my balls, before licking his way back up again.

As he went back to bobbing his head, I knew my first orgasm of the night was nearing. "Keith, how do you wanna work it this time? Swallow or make them clean each other?"

Keith laughed, surprising the vixen. "You know me. Nothing like watching my cum get cleaned off the face of some bitch."

I grimaced slightly. I wasn't fond of Keith's like for humiliation, but whatever, I was too close. It may have been my house, but I knew most people came for what Keith brought. Though they certainly didn't mind what I provided for the party.

I gripped the back of the lion's head and pulled him from my cock. I gripped my cock and began stroking furiously. The lion must have known what was coming, because he closed his eyes just in time for me to release all over his face.

I squeezed the base of my cock and stroked up, getting all the cum I could to gather on the tip, before I rubbed it into the face-fur of the lion.

The lion began to stand, but I put my hand on his head again. "Nah-ah, the deal was until both of us have cum, and Keith still has a ways to go." Keith flashed me a thumbs up from across the room as proof. I used one hand to pull his head back to my lap and the other to keep my cock still as I pressed his lips against it. "Keep sucking."

The lion did so and I leaned back into the couch, content.

Across the room, Keith winked at me. "Going for two?"

I made a lazy shrug. "With how long it takes you wolves to cum, I could probably get three, but I kinda want to enjoy the rest of the party."

"Amen to that. I won't be able to get it up for another half-hour once the knot goes down at best. Sometimes I envy you non-canids." The vixen did something that made him shudder and moan. "And then some bitch does that and I feel sorry for you."

I'd have said something, but the lion had moved one hand up to cup my balls and was gently squeezing them and rolling them in his palm. I loved having my balls played with and this lion certainly knew what felt good.

Pretty soon, I was panting and pushing into the lion.

"Already? Holy fuck, dude. You need to work on your stamina." Sometimes, Keith was an asshole.

"Just tell me you're close." I used a hand to still the lion.

"Close enough." Keith pushed the vixen back a bit and stood, letting his cock flop onto her muzzle, before gripping it and rapidly pumping.

I allowed the lion to pull his head back before doing the same.

I came first, making more of a mess on the face of the lion. It wasn't long, though, before Keith was howling and spraying his seed onto the vixen.

I removed my hand from the lion and let it flop on the couch beside me. He stood and began searching for a towel to clean himself off.

I shook my head at him. "You and your girlfriend are going to clean each other."

"What the fuck! That wasn't part of the deal!" I shrugged at him.

"It is now."

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I walked through the party, still naked.

Not that anyone cared.

There were several long tables set up in the ballroom of my house. People were fucking on them, around them and under them. In fact, I'm fairly sure I saw one girl trying to fit as many dicks in her as possible. She was up to four.

I shook my head, and began looking for one person in particular.

His name was Brian, and he was the only gay guy in our school. Pretty much the only person I trusted entirely and, right now, the only person I wanted to fuck.

Finally, I spotted him. He was on one of the couches I had the housekeepers place on the edges of the room, watching the party while he used one the the bowls of lube I had spread around to lube his fingers.

I reached him in time to see him stick a finger in himself.

"You want something bigger in there, Bry?" The cheetah gave a predatory smile.

"If it's you? Anytime. I have one of your boxes of condoms by the bowl."

I gripped my cock and waved it at him. "You mind?"

He removed his finger and knelt in front of me. He began furiously licking and teasing my cock while I searched for the condoms.

Spotting them between the couch and the bowl, I slipped one out of the box, before deftly tearing the packaging.

I waited until Brian had me fully hard again, before I shooed him away and rolled it on. It only took a few seconds, but Brian was already on his back and was smearing lube onto his tailhole.

I scooped some of the lube out of the bowl for myself and quickly applied it.

Idly wiping the excess on the couch, I lined myself up and looked at him. He nodded and sucked in a breath when I pressed against him. The lube did its job, and I was hilted in him in no time.

He sighed when I was all the way inside. "You should play for my side more often."

"And be one of two gay guys in the school? No thanks. Besides, I have a reputation to maintain. I have to be an equal opportunity offender, otherwise no one would come to these parties."

He was about to respond, but I pulled out and shoved myself back in. He moaned and tried to rock against me. I pulled out, slower this time, and started thrusting slowly. Minutes passed and I forgot what we were discussing. All I knew was that there was a beautiful cheetah ass below me and I wanted to fill it.

"We go to a three-thousand person school, and you think I'm the only gay person? My boyfriend will be very interested to hear about that." Startled, I broke my pace, before I started it up again.

"You have a boyfriend?" I ignored the question. "Where is he?" I looked around the room, almost expecting to see someone wearing a sign that said 'Brian's boyfriend.'

I shifted and he moaned. Must've hit something. "Not here." His arms reached around me to grip my ass and pull me closer. "He has inadequacy issues, so I told him I was gonna come here, get as much cock in me as I could, and tell him how much I wished each person were him."

"And he agreed? Wait. Inadequacy? What kind?" I felt odd asking that question, almost embarrassed. Which in and of itself was odd, as I was in a room full of naked teenagers screwing each other.

"He's a little below average, and he feels he won't 'measure' up." Sarcasm laced his voice. "I told him I don't care, but he won't listen, so I'm hoping this will let him know."

"You want to prove to your boyfriend that you don't care about his size, so you came to a party to get fucked by any guy you could. That makes sense." His hands pressed against my ass, and I realized I had stopped. I continued my thrusting, but faster, wanting to stop this awkward conversation that made me forget I was fucking.

His moans increased in pace. I moved my hand from his thigh to his cock and stroked. His ass squeezed around me, so I did it again. Pretty soon, we were both panting and moaning each other's names. He was first, spurting into my hand and on his stomach, some even reaching his muzzle, which he merrily lapped up.

I followed soon, the sudden tightness in his ass pushing me far beyond the edge. I hunched against him and gave one final thrust. After a few seconds of panting and smiling at each other, I pulled out and removed the condom. I tied the end shut and got up to throw it away.

When I got back, Brian had a bear in his ass and a fox in his muzzle.

I wandered out of the ballroom and began the long trek to my bedroom. The afterglow of three orgasms in less than an hour must've gotten to me, because I decided to help the housekeepers clean up tomorrow instead of going to the first day of school.

I knew that tomorrow I would come to my senses and just not go to school.

What's the point of being the only son of billionaires if you don't have other people clean up your messes?