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Game by pyrostinger

This story is written for Unsheathed, the second Challenge story. So blame them for it.

It was a damn good game. It was a damn good Super Bowl. I cheered, and so did a few dozen others as Jansen streaked down the field, dodging tackles until he got to the end zone. The score was 16-14, and suddenly that field goal earlier in the quarter was forgiven. With a big grin, I made my way to the counter and got myself another order of wings and a round for me and my roommate, Nick while the extra point was up and good. When I came back, though, the rat looked like the only person not staring at a screen. He barely noticed the mug I put down in front of him. There had to be only one reason for his lack of attention, so I flicked his nose.

"Ow! Hey!"

"So which one ya lookin' at?" I asked. When he started flushing, I knew I was right.

"Uh, up by the bar. You passed her when you went to get the next round."

I looked toward the bar. "Which one?"

Nick pointed her out. "White fur with the red miniskirt," he said. She was watching another one of the screens, so it's not like she was going to catch me staring at her. Had fur that musta been white since it seemed a light brown under the lighting in the barbecue joint. She was definitely into the game, too; When Simmons threw this long bomb that bounced on the ground incomplete, she had stood up from her chair, her tail flicking everywhere in agitation. I also saw that they didn't call it a miniskirt for no reason.

"Yeah, she's pretty cute. Got a nice ass, too," I said, glancing at Nick. The rat had a look on his face like he was starving and she was a three-course meal. "So what are you waiting for?" I asked him, giving him a little swat with my tail. He started to stammer and my ears went back in annoyance. "C'mon, Nick. So far as you know, she doesn't even know you exist right now. You'll have more of a chance with her if you go over there and talk to her rather than just sit here and stare at her." I clapped him on the back hard enough to push him forward. "So get in there!"

"Dammit, Cole, not so hard!" he said. But he had to have known what I was doing, since he went over to the rat hottie. Or started to, anyway. "But what if--?"

I spun him back around. "You know we've had this conversation before, right?

"Right..."

"Sooooo... you know what I'm going to say, right?"

"...right..."

"So just shut up and say hi to her."

"But--"

"Go already! And remember, be yourself!" I told him before pointedly pushing him toward the hot lady rat. He went, and my attention got hooked while Wallace pulled down another pass. Well, for a while, anyway. Even though things were picking up with the game, I felt like I had to spare a weather eye for him. Kinda felt bad for the guy, though. He looked real nervous, and he was barely catching her attention.

I couldn't really blame her, though, because it was a very good game. Scoring had died down as the defense tightened up on both teams. With the second quarter winding down, all there had been was a few isolated big drives between quite a few three-and-outs. So when Nick came back with a soaked shirt, I was surprised, and I also felt bad for not paying attention. "What happened?"

"I spilled some beer," he said.

He smelled funny. I started to ask him about it before I caught another hit. It wasn't just beer. I raised an eyebrow. He flushed, hard. "Damn, Nick. Didn't know you got it that bad."

"Shut up, Cole!" he said. "The only reason you know what that smells like is 'cuz--"

"Is 'cuz your room reeks of it when you're done jerkin' off," I finished for him. "That, and sometimes lube. Look, it's fine, Nick. So she's a hell of a lot hotter up close." I shrugged. The rat seemed less than enthusiastic with my casual behavior. He looked antsy as hell. I glanced toward the screen. Halftime was coming up, and it looks like they were setting up for a final drive. I didn't think I would miss much, so I made a rash decision that Nick might hate me for in the immediate future. I grabbed him by his soaked shirt and pulled him toward the bathrooms.

"Dude, what are you doing!" the rat protested.

"Getting you to calm down," I told him. "And also getting you a new shirt; beer does not a good cologne make." He had a sort of cutely horrified look on him like I was showing him a spider or something, but he always looks like that when I drag him somewhere. He doesn't really like being out of his comfort zone, but I didn't really care. It's not like he knew what I was going to do, anyway. Or that he complained (much) whenever I did something like this.

Besides, I knew Nick. He'd let himself dwell on how bad he blew it for the rest of the night, analyzing his every mistake, real or perceived. I figured if I did something slightly drastic now, I could watch the rest of the game without hearing him mope and he could get himself a number or laid. Win-win.

I pushed open the double doors leading to the back of the barbecue joint and went to the bathroom, still dragging the protesting rat with me. He at least had enough sense not to make too much of a scene. The door to the bathroom was locked, but that was just as well. I tried the supply closet down the hall, and that door was unlocked. Nick barely got a "But--!" out of his mouth before I shoved him inside the somewhat spacious closet and closed the door behind me.

"Take a seat," I told him, flipping the light switch.

"Dude, what the hell are you doing?"

"Or stand, I don't care." The rat continued to look at me blankly, so I pushed him against a wall. Then, I knelt in front of him. This snapped him out of his blankness, and he started to freak. "To answer your question, I'm going to give you a blowjob."

"Wait, what?"

"Oh, you heard me." I went to undo his belt, but he blanched and batted my hands away. I rolled my eyes. "Nick, stop acting like this is the first time I've offered to give you a-- what was that cute name you had for it?"

"What?" He was kinda cute when he freaks out.

"The cute name. That you had for blowjobs." I thought about it for a moment, my hands returning to stroke at his hips. "A something nuzzle."

"A-a lap nuzzle?"

I grinned, for many reasons. "Exactly that." I ran a finger up his very prominent bulge, moving in between his legs. "Think of this like any other time I've given you a lap nuzzle."

"Cole, we are in pub-- mmph!"

He didn't get much further than that because I pulled him in for a kiss. A deep one. One he eventually warmed to with my tongue wiggling inside his mouth. The hand dallying around his crotch went up his shirt and played on his chest. He squeaked, and it was enough to rouse him from his kiss-induced stupor, so I did both more until he melted again. In the back of my mind, I wondered for a second if I was ruining him for girls. Then I remembered all the straight porn he has on his hard drive.

Nick moved to push me off again, but it took him a bit before he was able to speak. "Cole, what the hell is wrong--?"

"Think of it this way, Nick. You're getting sex tonight, guaranteed. It could be just me," I said, pushing himself up against him again, "or it could be me and the hot girl."

"But... but..." he sputtered.

"But?"

"We are in public!!"

"Would you prefer we go home, then?" I looked at him as innocent as I could muster, while my hands moved up his shirt to play with his chest, again.

The rat said nothing for a time, trying to form words. One finally came. "I--"

"Didn't think so," I said quickly, and pushed another kiss on him. He moaned into it, and I had him convinced. Moving from his mouth, I let my muzzle drift toward his neck. His head tilted back, letting out airy squeaks while I sucked and licked at it, dragging my nails down his chest to once again cup at his bulge. He jumped, but it was less of a reaction this time. Deftly, I undid the zipper, kinda wishing I had enough time to drive him wild like I have on a few occasions. He doesn't let me sleep with him nearly as much as I'd like to. Though now that I think about it, I'm wondering why he's letting me do so much to him now.

Not one to overlook a gift, I slowed it down for him. I lifted off his shirt, sucking at the beer-damp fur (which didn't taste as horrible as I thought it would) over his chest. The rat pushed it out at me, and with my free hand I slipped his pants from his butt while the other stroked him free. His musk pushed harder into the air then, mixing with the slight beer scent into something that wasn't entirely unpleasant, though it made him smell like a drunk. Weird.

I covered his stomach with a few bites before I finally came to Nick's dick. I didn't lick it yet, instead I stroked him with one hand, played with his balls with the other, and just let the tip run across my lips. I really loved those moans of his. He sounded so damn sexy like that, plus it didn't hurt that I knew damn well that I was drawing them from him.

My tongue spilled out of my mouth at some point, and it wasn't long after that it touched his cock. A soft touch, a quick touch, a teasing touch. Probably more teasing than I should do if I wanted to do this quickly, which I did. But maybe you'd have to be in my position -- or just be me -- to be this strongly tempted to tease and toy with the rat, especially since he's letting you do it. Instead, I wrapped a hand around his tip, stroking that while my muzzle got the rest of his cock. A couple minutes of that before I moved my hand down, my mouth over, and was swirling my tongue across him.

It was about here that I realized that dammit, I was horny. And I mean really fuckin' horny. The kind of horny that's hard to ignore. I thought about the time I had, and figured I could squeeze something for me in. I used a bit less muzzle on Nick while I slipped my free hand into my back pocket, digging out the little thing of lube I usually carry. I had to since it was my favorite stuff and it wasn't used a lot unless I did. My muzzle came off as I brought the packet up and tore it open with my teeth, which stirred the rat from simply moaning and looking at the ceiling.

"...Cole?" His voice was breathy, flustered. Hearing him got a twitch out of my ears as I suppressed a bigger squirm.

A scent of mint wafted into the air. It got stronger as I slathered half the packet over his dick. "Yeah-huh?"

Nick's mouth worked for a bit before he said "...lube?" That could have been many questions, all of them silly.

"I'm a fox. Gimme some credit," I told him, getting him slick before I dropped my pants enough for my tail to spring free. I managed not to make too much of a mess smearing the other half on my own rump, even getting some inside. I pulled Nick down to sit before I turned and lifted tail. "Guide me back, hun," I went on, looking back while he finally stirred from his daze and pulled me back to his dick. I had him aimed, so it was more a matter of finding myself and sinking down.

I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding. Damn, I was worse off than I thought. But feeling him push into me, until I sat down in his lap, was something else. I leaned back against Nick and ground into his lap while I wriggled my way out of my pants. My tail was doing the writhing I wasn't, brushing the tip over the rat's neck while I situated myself, lifting up and pushing back down. It felt nice... but I damn well knew it could be better. I tried tossing a few hints before I quickly got fed up and spoke.

"Ugh... dammit, Nick, move with me!" I told him, a little louder than I had intended. I had it bad, almost as bad as he did. "I know for a fact you can pound me harder than that!" That did it, and Nick was pushing upward as I sat down. Pressing back against him, I lifted my muzzle upward and indulged myself in a little airy moan while my legs spread.

I hadn't even touched myself yet. When I finally did, my tail got poofy from the shock. He finally grabbed it, pushing it out of the way while he took me by my hips and really started to give it to me. The mint smell from the lube had mingled with the musk from the both of us, and I think I started drooling a little bit from how good it all smelled to me. The both of us had been reduced to grunts and yips, though I think I was making more noise. It was a little bit embarrassing because we were in a storage closet or whatever, even though I had chosen this place.

It came suddenly, no pun intended. I felt Nick ramp it up, then hold me down tightly while he spent himself. Me, well I was grinding hard into him, my slick hand wrapped around my cock. When I blew about half a minute later, my leg spasmed and kicked my jeans and a box. I think I hit my pants a little. If I had been pointing up, I probably would have hit my chest. I'm not quite sure how I didn't.

It smelled like beer, and musk, and mint in here. I had a lazy little smile while I heard Nick calm himself down. I pulled off and half-collapsed forward, giving my rump a little shake when some of his stuff drooled downward. Then I checked my watch. "Aww, shit."

"Huh...?" Heh. Nick was still out of it. I wasn't too much better since I was a little unsteady, but I managed to rifle through a few boxes before finding one with shirts in it. I tossed one at him. I also found some paper towels and set about cleaning myself up. I was starting to feel sore, but the only guy I can blame for that is me, heh.

When I looked back at him, he was still looking at me dumbly. "Put it on, man!" I said, doing my belt up.

"But--" he managed.

I cut him off, rolling my eyes. "What, you think we're gonna stay in a closet for the rest of the night?" He blinked at me. "Besides, don't you think you've spent enough time back here?"

Nick started to say something again, so I pulled his shirt up over his face. He finally kicked into gear, doing the rest and pulling on the new one I pushed at him. I smoothed it out and fussed over it for a bit, and he looked a whole lot better in it. Maybe even more confident. I smiled and patted his shoulder. "Why all the rush?" he asked me.

"Halftime's ending," I told him, brushing some more specks off his shoulders, "and you have a rat girl to seduce. How do you feel?"

"Um... well, good," he said.

"Nervous?"

"Some..."

"Horny?" He started to frown, but shook his head, and I pulled him out of the closet. I made a few more brushes over his shirt, then nudged him down the hall. "If you catch her before halftime ends, you could probably keep her attention while the second half starts."

"Wait... wait, Cole, why are you doing this?" Nick turned and looked at me.

I grinned right back at him. "'Cuz I wanna see the rest of the game."