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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story and all characters are copyright © 2012 K.M. Hirosaki.

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Have you ever been jerking off to something you weren't supposed to, or maybe just something weird, and it was super-hot right until you got off, and then immediately afterwards it made you feel all gross and kind of ashamed? That's how McKenzie felt right after he'd gotten off inside of the sweet little fox underneath him.

And it's not because Casey was some gross fox or anything. He was actually really hot, if you liked the twinky sort of girly-boys, which McKenzie certainly did. That's not what made the husky feel weird.

No, what made McKenzie feel weird was that he was still kind of drunk, and in all the haze of lust-driven "I need to fuck this twinky fox" urge he'd been riding for the last long while, he had forgotten about the whole "Casey has a boyfriend" thing. The rush of orgasm had a nicely sobering effect on the husky, and now, as he looked down at the fox, nestled onto the mattress of the bed in Janek's guest bedroom, his first clear, conscious thought was, "Oh, shit."

To be fair, Casey looked pretty fucking happy. He had one cheek resting on the comforter, his eyes closed and his ears back, his long muzzle spread in one of those lazy, foxy smiles that foxes tend to get when they're lazy and happy. Not that he'd been a lazy fuck; no, he'd bucked back into McKenzie's deep, hard, urgent thrusts like a proper horny bottom should, which was good because with the husky being a bit tipsy and all he needed all of the extra stimulation he could get to actually get off. And getting off, as we've established, is what his wake-up call was.

McKenzie panted with a mixture of afterglow and nervousness. He slid out from underneath Casey's tail and then carefully peeled the condom off of his dick, tying it off so that nothing spilled out. Janek's guest bedroom was going to smell like people had been fucking in it no matter what, but at least he didn't want to get jizz all over the sheets or comforter, because that's kind of a shitty thing for a party guest to do, more so than just running off and fucking someone in the guest bedroom in the middle of the party without asking for permission. But then, if McKenzie had thought to stop and ask permission, Janek probably would have said, "Why are you going to fuck Donnell's boyfriend?"

So yeah, McKenzie was kind of fucking panicking. "Hold on," he said, pulling his pants back up and cinching them quickly. "You, uh, you get cleaned up, okay?" He wasn't about to just throw the tied-up condom in the trash can in the bedroom, because that'd be kind of nasty, so instead he darted down the hall, found the bathroom empty, and stuffed it into the trash can in there, making sure to bury it a bit so it wasn't sitting right on top. Then he slipped out of the bathroom (because Casey was going to have to clean up somewhere) and ducked into the upstairs office, leaving the lights off as he just stood there, head spinning.

Okay, so he'd just fucked Donnell's boyfriend. That was bad, but it wasn't the end of the world. He could still fix this. He just needed to think of a way. The alcohol wasn't helping, though, in the way that alcohol tends not to help.

Or--or!--he thought to himself, maybe he needed more alcohol, because you know, sometimes drinking is what leads to having the best ideas. Really, the fact that he considered this as an option at all is a sign that he was drunker than he thought he was.

So he headed downstairs, hearing the door to the bathroom close as Casey went inside. He tried to time his steps down the stairs so that they were just casually-coming-down-the-stairs steps, but honestly, the party downstairs was so loud that it's doubtful anyone would notice.

Janek lived in one of those two-story deals with a smaller upstairs and a big-ass downstairs, with a huge open living area and a bunch of those dividing walls that only come up halfway so you can see between rooms. It wasn't an extra-huge party, but there were probably like thirty people, give or take--enough that McKenzie and Casey disappearing for a few minutes wouldn't rouse suspicion. Especially not since Casey was here with his boyfriend. Well, hopefully not. Sometimes you can never be too paranoid.

There was a long folding table in the living room, the kind with the coarse white surface that you see everywhere. It was littered with half-empty bottles of every kind of liquor imaginable, including a couple that were hard to imagine, like this one root beer-infused something-or-other. Red plastic cups and a mini-cooler of ice sat near the middle, and on the other side of the table stood Tall Mike.

Tall Mike was a coyote (just like Short Mike, hence the need for another differentiating label), and he wasn't officially tending bar for the party of anything, but he'd wound up mixing drinks somehow, at least for the time being. He'd just finished pouring something into a shot glass and apparently had no one specific to give it to, because he held it out to McKenzie just as the husky sidled on up to the table.

"Here, man. Try this."

McKenzie took it and sniffed, then reeled back a couple of inches. "What is it?"

"It's called 'Say Hello to Mister Floor.' I think you'll like it."

That sounded perfect, because McKenzie was still a little fucked up, and so he brought the shot glass to his muzzle and knocked it back. It burned on the way in, burned all the way down, and even burned a bit in his stomach for a moment before it instead settled into a warm, kind of uncomfortable sensation. Tall Mike flashed a big ol' coyote grin.

McKenzie set the shot glass back down, gave Tall Mike a wave of thanks, and turned back toward the crowd. He scanned around for any sign of a jaguar, because he needed to find Donnell, and he needed to find Donnell because he needed to have sex with him and that would make things right.

See, because if he had sex with Donnell, that made things even across the board. Neither Donnell nor Casey could be mad at him for the whole "you slept with my boyfriend" thing because he'd also returned the favor, and they couldn't be mad at each other for sleeping around because they'd both done it with the same person. On the same night at the same party, no less!

You might figure that finding a spotted jaguar in a crowd wouldn't be too hard--or maybe you'd figure that since the spots are supposed to be camouflage then maybe it would be hard to find one. Either way, McKenzie was trying his best to slip through people and scour the bottom floor of the house without getting dragged into some conversation that distracted him from his mission.

A flash of russet out of one corner of the husky's eyes made him turn his head, and sure enough, there was Casey having just flounced down the staircase. Now McKenzie needed to find Donnell even faster, because Casey couldn't know about him sleeping with Donnell beforehand because, uh...well, because that's how it needed to be.

Thankfully, Casey made a beeline over towards the liquor table and Tall Mike the same way McKenzie had, buying the husky some more time to look around. He went into the sort of sitting room over near the front door (one of the few rooms that had an actual wall separating it from the others), and found Donnell in there, sitting on the couch next to Janek, the wolf having put some Internet videos up on the television.

"Hey, kitty," McKenzie said in a not-quite-whisper, drawing out the 'hey' a few extra beats like people do when they're drunk. Donnell tore his gaze away from the glowing entertainment box that had the rest of the room transfixed and giggling. "How are you?" the husky added, drawing out the 'you' in much the same way he had with the 'hey.'

Donnell turned and leaned over the armrest. "Not doing as good as you, it doesn't look," the jaguar said, not hiding his smirk. "Did Tall Mike hit you with his new concoction?"

"Kind of." McKenzie knelt down on the carpet, bringing himself face-to-face with Donnell. "Are you doing good, though?"

The jaguar cracked a fang-filled smile. "Good enough," he replied. "Even if I don't drink strange drinks given to me by coyotes."

Trying to be subtle in that way that never really is, McKenzie reached out and stroked along one of the jaguar's spotted arms, then leaned in and, still not whispering as much as he thought, asked, "Do you want to feel better?"

Donnell raised an eyebrow. "It doesn't involve anything from Tall Mike, does it?"

"Come on," McKenzie said, standing partway back up, bracing himself on the armrest of the sofa and only stumbling once. "I want to talk to you."

Behind Donnell, Janek was looking and staring and had that look on his face like he wanted to say something about whatever awkwardness was going on but didn't have the right intellectual footing to butt into the proceedings. And for Donnell's part, the jaguar didn't seem too perturbed anyway, even though he did let out one of those fake, exaggerated sighs as he pushed himself up from the couch. "All right. This ought to be good," he said.

McKenzie almost replied with Oh just wait til you see how good it will be but even he wasn't so tipsy as to say that out loud, though he was pretty close. Instead, he focused on trying to keep his tail from wagging too excitedly, and he failed pretty hard at it, but then figured he could try to be enticing instead, and so he added some overexaggerated hip-swagger to his steps. He went around into the main living room, saw that Casey was in there, then backtracked and instead led Donnell through the front hallway so that they could get to the stairs that way.

"Dude, where are we going?" Donnell asked as McKenzie started thumping his way up the stairs less than gracefully. The husky stumbled forward and caught himself on his arms a few steps up, then pushed himself back upright and just waved for the jaguar to follow.

The upstairs hallway was dark. McKenzie walked past the bathroom on the way to the guest bedroom, but then turned back to the bathroom and took a sniff inside. It smelled like Casey had done some washing up, or had at least sprayed himself down with that air freshener that has that really strong chemically orange scent. Donnell bumped into the husky amidst the frantic backtracking he was doing, then stumbled as McKenzie grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him in the right direction.

Inside the guest bedroom, it still totally smelled like fox and sex, and also like Casey had tried spraying just a tiny bit of the chemical orange stuff in here as well. Donnell didn't have a keen nose like a dog or a fox, though, so that probably wouldn't be an issue. Well, the orange air freshener stuff might be, because that stuff smells just plain weird.

"Is this about earlier?" Donnell asked, looking around in confusion, even though there wasn't much to see because none of the lights in the room were on, the only illumination coming from the outside hallway.

"Shut the door," McKenzie urged, and the jaguar complied, so the room was completely dark for a few seconds as the husky fumbled with the lamp on the nightstand until it clicked on. "There we go," he said, smiling all big and husky-like, clambering up onto the bed.

He did that thing where he was trying to just kind of stretch out and be all natural and stuff, but instead it just kind of looked like he was trying way too hard to show off his ass (which he was, to be fair). "So yeah, like, about earlier," he said, trying to build off of Donnell's earlier comment before realizing that didn't made for a good lead-in. He ran with it anyway. "Like, yeah, since earlier, I've been thinking, I should get you alone someplace."

Donnell just kind of stared at him, like this whole thing was some weird joke and he was still waiting for the punchline and was starting to suspect there wasn't one coming. "Uh, you have?"

"Well, yeah," McKenzie replied, and now he wagged his tail again, looking a little less ridiculous about showing off his ass because at least this was supposed to look intentional. "I mean, you know how I can be."

"I do know how you can be. You've got that much right."

The tone of Donnell's voice wasn't really registering with McKenzie, and if it had been, the husky (probably) wouldn't have said, "And I mean, I know you've got a boyfriend and all, but I figured that, hey, just this one time, if nobody had to know..." And okay, maybe he still would have said that, but his current mental state sure didn't help.

Donnell furrowed his brow in that 'wait, what?' kind of way. "Wait, what?" he asked. "How are you still horny?"

McKenzie giggled, which he immediately regretted because wow, giggling? "Hey man, Tall Mike's drinks aren't that strong."

"No, that's not the point," the jaguar said. "Also yes, they are, but that's not the point. Seriously, what is this about?"

"What, can't a friend just want another friend to fuck him?" Which, thinking about it, would have probably been an awesome line to use in some other situation, but McKenzie had to waste it here.

Looking back at the closed door, then back to McKenzie, Donnell reached up and rubbed his forehead. "Wait, is this like some attempt to balance things out because of you and Casey?"

Panic shot through McKenzie's body, like when you're driving at night and suddenly see a cop car turn its lights on. "Huh? No! I mean, what about me and Casey?"

Donnell fixed a blank stare at McKenzie. "Like, the part where you and he had sex? Like a few minutes ago?"

Now McKenzie thought his heart might burst out of his chest. "Oh, shit, did he, uh... oh, man, look, no, it's not like--"

"Not like what?" the jaguar asked. "I mean, I can smell it in the room here. Which, I mean, I didn't think you were going to use Janek's guest room for it, but whatever."

"Wait, so like, how much do you know?"

Now Donnell actually laughed. "Wait, were you trying to be all sneaky and shit about this?" he asked. "Dude, how drunk are you?"

"Uh, only a little?"

"Do you not remember my being right there when you and Casey were making out on Janek's couch downstairs?"

McKenzie set his ears back. "Uh."

"And do you not remember Casey asking me, right in front of you, if it was cool for you two to run off and play around a bit?"

McKenzie tried his hardest to remember that. All he could remember was Tall Mike, red plastic cups, and then a red fox underneath him here on Janek's guest bed. "Oh. Oh, so like, we're okay, then?"

"Yes, dude, we're okay. Seriously." Donnell shook his head, but he was still smiling, because it was all so very ridiculous.

McKenzie took another sniff at the air. Come to think of it, not even a jaguar would have a hard time smelling the sex in the air. Especially not since Casey had gotten off all over the bedsheets and had only kinda-sorta dabbed it up afterwards. "Oh," the husky murmured. "So, but like, since we're here, do you want to fuck me anyway?"

"What? No, I told you, you don't need to make this even," Donnell said. Then he quickly added, "I mean, yeah, I kinda do want to fuck you, but I didn't come up here so--"

"Well so come on and fuck me, then," McKenzie said, and then actually remembered to not add Casey doesn't have to know.

Donnell bit his lip and shook his head. "Yeah, but I mean, not here," he said, taking another awkward look around the guest bedroom. "We should like, go to, uh..." He stopped, clearly trying to think of someplace else they could even go. "Fuck it, the room already smells like sex anyway," he said, and then began undoing his pants.