Afterparty
Okay. So. It's been forever since my last story, and school is officially back in session, sans me, the graduate. Yikes. Well, a new place in life and new perspectives has me switching fursona species...to my chagrin. But, to start this off strong, I'm gonna write a nice one-off story featuring the new species. Enjoy!
The noise of retching rolled under the gap in the door in waves as Bailey waited for his friend to finish being sick. "Are you almost done in there, man? Come on, I don't want to miss anything fun!"
"Dude, chill out. It's not like you're--urf!". The reply was cut short by another bout of upturned stomach. Bailey grimaced. The snow leopard had agreed to accompany Zach to the bathroom so he didn't get lost--Zach had had a lot more to drink than Bailey. But now he was getting antsy because the big-busted rabbit he'd been hitting on had probably gotten bored of waiting.
At last the toilet flushed and the bathroom door opened to reveal Zack's grinning face. He held out a thumbs-up to Bailey and laughed, "All better!"
"About time. Maybe slow down a bit on the drinks, eh, Stripes?" Bailey sighed as they headed back out to the host's backyard, where the pool party was still in progress.
"Aw, don't be a bitch. I'm just havin' a good time. 'Sides, you're only mad cuz you got cockblocked," the tiger replied with a snicker.
"Whatever. She wasn't my type anyway," Bailey growled half-heartedly. From across the pool, a bear waved an arm and shouted something at them, impossible to hear over the music and general clamor of the partiers. "C'mon, Derek wants to talk to us."
"Broooooos, wassup?" the bear shouted once they got closer. Derek was the host of the party, a rich frat boy whose parents were often away on business trips during the weekend. "Good party?"
"Yeah, pretty sweet!" Zach answered, giving Derek a good fist-bump. "Way better than last time!"
Derek's mouth twitched toward a frown. "Its not my fault Natalie threw up in the pool. Bitch had way too much tequila that night."
"Sounds like someone I know," Bailey said, rolling his eyes toward the tiger.
"Oh, is that where you two lovebirds went off to?"
"Oh shut up. Zach just didn't trust himself not to take a wrong turn and hurl in your parents' room." The two big cats had been best friends since freshman year when they'd been paired as roommates, and they did almost everything together. Needless to say, they got teased often enough for it, despite the fair deal of girls they bedded.
"Relax, man, it's cool! Besides, word is, Liz wants your dick."
"Oooh, really?" Zach asked, ribbing the snow leopard.
"That's just what I heard...but maybe you should ask her yourself."
"Where is she?"
"I think she was hanging around Sean and Lynn."
Bailey shrugged and turned to look around for Liz. Her dalmatian spots should have made her easy to find among the groups, but the search proved fruitless. "Are you sure she didn't head home?" Bailey asked, facing the bear again.
"Maybe. There was some horse dude talkin to her a while ago...maybe he got lucky."
Bailey grumbled, but didn't show much more disappointment than that. Still, his cursory overview had shown that the party attendance had dropped significantly from the last time he'd checked. "Maybe it's time to get home anyway," he said to the bear. He didn't want to be one of the last people at the party--that always reeked of desperation.
"Suit yourself, man." Derek turned to Zach. "You leaving too?"
"Well, I shouldn't really drive tonight, so I was kinda hopin Bailey would let me crash at his place. That okay?" he addressed the snow leopard with his inquiry.
"Yeah, no problem." Bailey only lived a few blocks away from Derek, which made these parties a convenient matter for him. Driving was never an issue.
"Aight. Later dudes. I'll let ya know when the next one is," Derek said as he waved them off.
Away from the noise of the party, the night was eerily still, with only the occasional October breeze rattling the leaves. The two walked together in silence for a while, each in their own thoughts. Although Zach had certainly had more than Bailey to drink, they were both fairly lit, and the chill night air was blissful on their flushed bodies.
"Too bad about Liz," Zach eventually said, breaking the quiet.
"Eh. I'm not that broken up over it. She was kind of a bitch anyway." He grinned at his friend and they shared a laugh at the unintentional pun.
"Are you tired at all?" Zach asked after a few more strides in silence.
"Not really, I could just tell the party was dying down so I wanted to get out. Did you wanna play Halo or anything when we get to my place?"
"Maybe. Or we could check if your DVR has anything good saved."
"Sure thing."
"God, did you see Mike? I dunno who he was trying to impress with those pants but judging by the looks he got, it wasn't any of the girls."
Bailey chuckled in response. "Yeah, talk about vacuum packed."
Before long they were up the steps and into Bailey's apartment, where Zach flipped onto the couch.
"You can go ahead and check through the recordings; I'm gonna go grab a glass of water," Bailey said, tossing the remote to the tiger and heading to the kitchen. As he filled his glass, he heard Zach say from the next room, "What the heck is this?" Bailey smirked, wondering what his friend had stumbled upon, when he heard loud moans, male and female, coming from the television. He raced back into the living room and made to snatch the remote away. "Give me that!"
Zach just laughed and dodged away. "Ohoho! Someone's been a naughty kitty," he teased.
Bailey tried to get the remote, but the tiger just laughed more and squirmed out of his reach.
"Embarrassed much?" Zach asked, snorting as Bailey tried in vain to pin the tiger's wrists.
"Zach! Don't be an ass. Just turn it off," Bailey growled.
The tiger grinned and set the remote down on the arm of the couch. "Let's watch it," he said nonchalantly.
"I--what?"
"Let's just watch it. Seems like a good one."
Bailey raised an eyebrow at his friend, frowned at him for a moment, but ultimately replied, "Okay, fine."
And so it turned out that the two felines sat a space apart on the couch, watching a porno together. On the screen, a wolfess with huge tits was moaning as she got rammed by a big muscular bull. Bailey glanced at Zach, who was already paying rapt attention to the movie, and he decided to not make this weird. Friends could watch porn together. No big deal.
As he watched the wolf's pussy get wetter and wetter as she got fucked, Bailey felt his sheath swell and stiffen. A nervous look over his shoulder showed that the tiger was adjusting himself due to the situation. He gave himself a gratuitous squeeze and groaned in pleasure.
The bull in the film decided to switch things up, lifting the wolf with ease above his head and eating her juicy twat out as she squirmed in his grip. The bull's member throbbed violently between his legs as he serviced the canine, clearly enjoying his work.
The scene continued, but it wasn't long before Bailey heard an unmistakable _ziiiiip_from his left. His eyes darted to follow the sound, just in time to watch as his best friend fished his hardon out from his boxers.
"Dude! What the fuck!" he growled, hoping to God he wasn't blushing at this embarrassment.
"Bailey. It's a porno," Zach replied very calmly, as he started to work his paw over his (fairly good-sized, Bailey was ashamed to admit he noticed) shaft.
"But-- but dude!" Bailey, ever the eloquent.
"You can do it too. I don't care," Zach replied before turning his attention back to the screen. Clearly he thought his argument was good enough. Was it?
Damn booze, Bailey thought as he frowned and unzipped his own pants. He had to admit, his cock was gleeful to be free and to have his paw on it in earnest. Now, Bailey had only ever seen Zach naked in gym showers, and never really hard in earnest, aside from the obligatory three accidental walk-ins and friends share. So he of course had to do a quick comparison to make sure everything was in order. Just to make sure his friend wasn't bigger than him or anything. And ultimately, in a quick look, it was hard to tell. They were both somewhat above average, neither sporting a monster, but probably around the same in size. Bailey didn't care to go into much more detail with his buddy's junk, so he opted to just let it lie and pretend his friend wasn't even there. Just let the booze calm you down, jerk off to a nice porn, and don't even worry that your buddy is--that he's--fucking touching your balls!?
The snow leopard's eyes shot down to his crotch, where an orange and black striped paw was lightly, almost ticklingly tracing across his balls. Bailey froze. He didn't even know if he could say anything, let alone what it would be. He turned slowly and found Zach's eyes locking on to his.
"Something wrong?" Zach asked. He smiled and Bailey found himself shaking his head. "Your balls are really soft, Bailey. It's crazy."
The snow leopard choked out a sort of chuckle. "Um. Uh. Yes?"
"No, really, feel mine." And Bailey felt his paw being lifted, dragged across--
"Zach, you're drunk. Think about what--huh. You're right, actually," he found himself saying. "Your fur is a little more coarse than mine."
Zach laughed, and the males sat there, one paw on their own dick and the other fondling the other's balls, for a moment or two, before Bailey felt his face heating up. "So, uh," he started, but his jaw snapped shut and his body gave an involuntary jerk as Zach's paw wrapped around his dick and wasted no time in rubbing over it liberally. Bailey groaned, stretched his legs and toes out, and let the tiger jack him off. His own paws gripped the sides of his jeans as those of the tiger worked over his equipment.
He couldn't help occasionally bucking up into Zach's paw, but it was honestly one of the best paw-jobs he'd gotten in a while. A spare glance to the side told him that Zach didn't mind in the least: the tiger's cock was standing at rigid attention, and there was even a bead of pre drooling down the length. Bailey swallowed nervously and closed his eyes, then reached across and gripped Zach's dick. The tiger snorted and shivered just a bit, but continued his efforts. Bailey started to jack his buddy off hard and fast, trying to make up for lost time, and before too long, he heard a telltale whimper slip from the tiger.
"Hey," Zach said, nearly making Bailey jump at the sudden noise.
"What?"
Zach didn't answer verbally; instead he pushed the snow leopard back and slipped down in front of him. His wild grin said everything.
"Whoa, Zach, you don't have to--" Bailey was once again cut off, this time with a strangled moan as the tiger's lips slid down around his length. The only other thing Bailey could manage to say was, "Mmm."
He didn't know if it was the alcohol, or the thrill of the new situation, or if his friend harbored some well-hidden secrets, but holy damn this was a good blowjob. Zach tickled along his balls and along his taint, dangerously close to his tailhole as he sucked him off with surprising adroitness. Bailey thought to ask how Zach was so good at this, but just as if in a strong current, the idea was swept away soon enough by the waves of pleasure.
Having noticed he'd thrown his head back, Bailey looked down to watch his friend give him head. Haphazardly pulled down, the tiger's pants hugged his thighs. Bailey could easily view, though, the twitching, dripping pink cock and tight balls hanging from his friend. Before he could reign himself back, the thought of his friend getting so hard from sucking him off sent the snow leopard over the edge. He shot load after load into Zach's maw, and in another state he might have been shocked that the tiger placidly drank it down. As it was, he shuddered all over and let a rumbling purr escape him.
Zach looked up from his business, wiped his mouth and gave his friend a dopey smile. Bailey pounced on him, a pinning, kissing, mass of fur, before he could really think of what he was doing. While he was surprised at first, the tiger accepted the kiss and even began to return it in kind. As they made out, sprawled on the floor, Bailey grabbed hold of Zach's cock and started beating him off at a frenzied pace. The tiger moaned and squirmed underneath him, but he only held the other boy more firmly beneath him. He could feel the heartbeat beneath him, fluttering and frantic, but the mouth on his said anything but stop. His paw was thoroughly slicked with the tiger's musky precum.
Before long, Bailey got his reward, as Zach's cock erupted with hot white spurts of his seed. Several long ropes or cum, all more than modest in volume, had them plentifully spattered in the tiger's essence, but that hardly seemed to matter as the two best friends passed out, exhausted from drink and sex, curled up with each other on the living room floor.