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Well, I must say that I had the utmost trouble coming up with a title for this one...but perhaps the finished product itself is of some value, at least! *Chuckle* Been a while since I wrote one of these one-smuts...but now I'm a man on a mission, because this is my entry to Linkin Monroe's Dobie Madness writing competition. Thought I'd give my contribution to this rather successful attempt at boosting the number of naughty Doberman stories on SoFurry. So there you go - read it for what it is, whip it out, have fun, and don't forget the holy trinity of comment, vote and fave! All of these help others to find these stories to enjoy as well.

Have a fun read :P

EDIT: Won third prize in the competition.

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"Hmmm...it's almost five, you know..."

"Huh?" Varley's tuff-tipped ears flicked as he looked up from the textbook propped open on the lectern in front of him, eyes momentarily blinded by the brightness of the table lamp that shone on his face before he managed to fix his gaze at the fox sitting across him on the other side of the table.

"I'm feeling a bit hungry," the fox replied, looking back at the cheetah with his warm, soft, brown eyes, and the muzzle that always seemed to be smiling, and he was smiling even now, as he expressed dissatisfaction with his state of affairs. "Why don't we go to Moe's to have some of their veggie lasagna? It's Weggie Wednesday and the soy lattes are 50% off!"

Varley let out a small snuffle as he regarded the fox sitting across from him. The dyed headfurs, complete with an artistically arranged fringe, the thin leather collar with rainbow-colored studs, the grey shirt contrasted by the brown waistcoat adorned with a multitude of buttons and the hip-hugging extra-tight jeans were all decisively fruity, the cheetah had to admit They even made his own concession towards hipsterhood, the navy blue fedora perched on top of his head seem like a macho accessory in comparison. The takeaway mug of herbal tea with a touch of organic honey and the shoulder-slung bag bulging with paperbacks of classic poetry and the telltale white cables belonging to an iPad were a bit of a giveaway on Varley's side too, though. Still...he felt oddly satisfied that he wasn't quite as...flaming...as the fox.

"We did eat just before we came here, you know," the cheetah commented, tapping his own chin with the blunt plastic end of a marker pen, "and it was your idea that we should wait until we go to the Rainbow Mixer and eat there while we mingle with the newcomers..."

"I could definitely fit a small slice of veggie lasagna here and still have room for the finger foods and sparkling cider," the fox grinned as he patted his completely flat tummy.

"I don't know about you, but I still have...hmm..." Varley leafed the pages on his book to see how long away he was from the end of the chapter, "...fifteen pages to read and underline before I'm done. How about you?"

Varley glanced over towards the fox's side of the table and while he did see some scribbled notes on an open spiral-bound notebook that was splayed on the table, the fox's own pink marker pen laid abandoned by the fox's iPhone, and he suspected that the fox had not really managed to go through more than a few pages during the two hours they had spent studying hard in the library. The cheetah liked it there - you could do some fur-watching if you needed a small break to rest your eyes, the WiFi was free, and there were less potential interruptions to be had, rather than in the dorms. All in all, it worked great for him, but worse for the fox.

The fox prodded his open textbook with a carefully manicured paw and huffed.

"Who counts the pages," he said, "it's the gist that counts..."

"So you still read only the little green box in the end huh?" Varley stated, his ears flicking against his stylishly lopsidedly placed fedora. "No wonder you're not doing well in the surprise quizzes..."

"It's psychology, it's not an exact science," the fox stated, leaning back on his chair, "it's more about feeling the stuff, not about...memorizing things, like, say...uhmm..."

"...history?" Varley offered.

The fox made a pouty face.

"Don't remind me. I still have to sit that History of Ideas exam again next autumn," the fox rumbled, his pierced ears flattening against his coiffures.

"Uhhh tough shit, man," Varley stretched his arms high above his head, even if that threatened to allow the loose sleeves of his shirt to fall down to expose his stick-thin arms. Not going to the gym seemed to be one trait he shared with the slinky fox, he decided, as he put his paws down after a satisfying stretch.

"You're such a mean queen," the fox stated dramatically.

"Oh really now, Den?" Varley rumbled. "Am I really not talking to the guy who greeted the first years last autumn by a lip-synched rendition of I'm Coming Out by Diana Ross standing on the floor of the faculty office building while dressed up in full drag?"

The fox sniffled, but remained stoic.

"You have to admit that was quite fabulous," Den replied, grinning toothily now.

Varley couldn't help but smile, his long, loopy tail jumping happily while he shared a private little giggle with the fox. Den might've been a camp menace, but he did make the cheetah laugh so often that sometimes his muzzle hurt afterwards. A few bitchy moments every now and then were tolerable.

"Yeah, it was fabulous," Varley stated, finally. "I didn't know you wore sequins so well, I have to admit."

Den made a kissing sound with his lips and picked up his phone.

"I'm a man of many surprises, beautiful."

Varley glanced down at his book, complete with its neat underlining and diagrams, but he knew that his concentration had been blown away by the fox's bored behavior. Not that he would have actually minded that vegetarian lasagna. They had dared the university cafeteria for their lunch and while the tortillas had been okay enough, he could still do with something less...conveyor belt-flavored. It might do bad for his later capacity to enjoy the "wonders of the culinary world" finger foods at the Rainbow Mixer, though, and he was watching his lines a bit...not that the cheetah was still having any danger of turning into a chub...though having something to grab a hold onto did have its merits...it just wasn't for him...

"So you seem to be, Den," Varley mused, his eyes becoming hopelessly crossed as he tried to concentrate on the text again.

The rapid sound of pads tapping on the screen told him that the fox was now much more concentrated on his phone than on any discussion, which meant that the cheetah would have grabbed the opportunity and tried to get to reading again...his marker was still on his paw, so it would have been a simple matter to uncap and start working again...just do it...

But it was his own phone that beeped next, not the fox's, and it brought another jump to the cheetah's ears and tail when he pushed his nimble paw into the pocket of his own slightly torn jeans and brought out his Samsung Galaxy. The screen came alive with a simple tap, and showed that one new message had arrived, and the phone identified the sender simply as "D".

Varley's heart leaped as he saw the singular capital letter on the phone screen. The surge of excitement the seemingly innocent sight brought in him was something he savored, the sudden tension in his muscles, the itch on his back, the flick of his ears, the curious glance on his eyes, the....

...the sudden tightness in his pants that he just couldn't help, and which made him glad that he didn't wear anything quite as form-fitting as Den, who was still busily tapping his own phone.

Varley tapped the relevant icon on the phone's screen and called up the message, his stomach fluttering pleasantly as he wondered what it could be about.

281. NOT GONNA WAIT LONG SO BE THERE.

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The cheetah's heart gave another excited jolt as he read the message twice to be extra sure of its contents and that there was no way to mistake anything written on the short note. The bluntness left very little for interpretation, though, the cheetah mused, as he felt his fingers tighten a little around his phone. It had been almost a week since the latest message, and he had been wondering what was up to...wondering and yearning, but not daring to do anything about it himself, because that wasn't simply how it worked between...them.

But now...now the cheetah's fingers almost trembled as he quickly typed " BE THERE SOON" onto his phone and pocketed it, quickly. He began to pack his stuff, then, putting the marker pen into the open Lion King pencil case on the table, and closed his book with a satisfying thump. That brought Den's attention away from the phone, and he gave the cheetah a look.

"What's up?"

"Oh, I just have to go and check something up with Mrs. Williams," Varley lied easily, naming the raccoon assistant of the faculty as the culprit, "she wanted to talk to me about something...not sure what it is, but I'm sure it's nothing...maybe I made a mistake when I filled one of the forms or something...heh...."

"How long is it gonna take you then?" the fox observed the cheetah while Varley packed his stuff into his bag, trying to fit it all into the overflowing carrier.

"Uhm..." Varley wondered aloud, sounding a bit absentminded, which he really was, because he had to make it up as he went along, "maybe...forty-five minutes tops?"

"That doesn't leave you too much time before the Rainbow Mixer," Den stated. "Guess the meal is out of the question then..."

"Why don't you go ahead and I'll text you when I'm done and I'll pop by Moe's if you're still there, or we'll just meet at the Mixer?" Varley suggested, finally ready with his bag, now trying to close the buttons.

Den shrugged.

"Whatever's better for you, then."

Varley slung his bag over his shoulder and let it rest comfortably against his hip.

"Well, I better go quickly, I'm sure Mrs. Williams is ready to go home as well, don't want to keep her up, hehe," the cheetah said.

"Sure," the fox snuffled. "I'll see you, then."

"See you!" Varley waved his paw and flashed a pearly white smile at the fox before he turned on his heels and began to head through the study sections, into the main hall of the library, and then, seemingly on his way towards the exists into the foyer, he glanced behind his back to make sure he was out of the fox's sights before he made a quick turn right and took the stairs instead to the second floor.

The cheetah's heart hammered as he scaled the steps, not really feeling breathless because of the exercise but because of the excitement and definite arousal filling his blood. It was filling some other place, too, and every step caused his partially exposed dick to rub against his underwear, barbs and all, which mostly felt just ticklish at this state of semi-tumescence. His newly hardening cock was waking up quickly, though and the rub-rub-rub caused by the stairs-climbing was definitely helping him to grow into something much more substantial. He had to keep back the purr that was threatening to escape from his throat, and once he was on solid non-staircase floor again, he actually had to hold onto his bag with his paw as he walked briskly along , rounding the rotunda, seeking for the exit into the smaller side corridor that connected the library with one of the computer class rooms and the archive section.

The air there smelled different than in the library, probably because it was much less frequented than the always populated rotunda or the main floor of the library itself. The bad lighting and the slightly musty smell, probably courtesies of the archive floors beyond contributed to the feeling, Varley mused, though he was really only interested in a wholly different kind of a thing altogether, and that had nothing to do with old, forgotten books.

He had to round a small bend in the corridor, in the end of which he saw the sign that announced that only staff was allowed to enter, and there, opposite to the door of the cleaning cupboard, a wider than normal door stood in the wall, marked clearly by a little sign that said "281 - LIBRARY DISABLED ACCESS BATHROOM".

281...Varley grinned to himself as he read the numbers on the small familiar sign, and for once he didn't stop to wonder why they would hide the wheelchair accessible toilet into such an obscure place in the library floor. He wasn't so sure that the narrow corridor made it any easier for anyone in such a condition to actually enter, so the easy access might've remained a noble idea. Varley didn't spend too much time on that, though. He wasn't here to empty his bladder. He was hoping to do something else altogether, and if D was of the same mind...which he always was...heheh...

The cheetah took a deep breath, smelling the strange scent in the corridor once more, before he grabbed the handle. He knew that he should act just normally, simply like anyone entering a bathroom planning to excrete, but something in the knowledge...of what he was planning made the whole thing seem so naughty, that he couldn't help but glance on both sides of the corridor to see whether any furs were in sight - there weren't - before he turned the handle and slipped himself through the smallest crack possible on the door. He even got his bag briefly stuck as he moved like that, and had to open the door a little bit more as he stepped backwards into the still dark bathroom. The only light there came from the glow of the light switch, actually, illuminated form within so that it would be easy to find under all circumstances. Kinda like night vision, Varley thought cheekily as he blinked, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness...

...and in the same, reddish glow, when he turned around to peek inside the room while his paw searched for the switch, he saw the size and shape of someone...a moment before he heard a deep, rattling breath that melted into a deep grumble.

The furs on the back of Varley's neck stood up as he heard the sound coming from the other occupant of the small room, and he almost gasped himself. He could see the glint of eyes, even with the small light provided, and the shape of someone standing there, briefly, before he moved, approaching and...and a paw went past him, to touch something, to...

"Click," the lock said as it sealed the cheetah into the room with the mystery fur, whom now stood only a foot away from the cheetah, a strange solidness in the darkness bathed in red.

"Dalton?" Varley whispered softly into the air, sure that it would reach the other male's ears, so close away, but not yet touching the young cheetah, simply lingering close now.

"Hhhhhssshhh..."

The sharp sound made Varley's ears jump, almost knocking off his fedora in the process, but he daren't move. The sound had echoed off the tiled walls of the bathroom and seemed to be coming from everywhere at once, not just from the muzzle of the bigger male standing in front of him. This close, the cheetah could smell the telltale musk that easily covered the scent of washing detergent that seemed to be the basic smell of the room. Rich, varied, dark, with not even a hint of a deodorant or cologne...Dalton would never mess around with something artificial, when his own reserves were of such high quality. It was the kind of scent that would make Varley, given the chance, gladly bury his muzzle under an arm into a musky pit, or to nuzzle his nose all around a hairy groin...fuck...even thinking about it like this made his cock throb even more in its trapped state, inside his pants and his all too constricting underwear. If he wouldn't get a paw around himself soon, he was afraid he might actually make some sort of a mess inside his pants...which wouldn't be the first time for the cheetah, though. When it came to Dalton...Jesus...

"Turn on the lights now, kitty-cat," the deep, low voice spoke, still only inches away from Varley's flushed muzzle.

He almost whimpered, still feeling overcome by the raw and still hidden masculinity of the other male, teasing him with his very presence, his goddamn breathing of all things, so heavy and deep and so near that the cheetah couldn't help but feeling cornered against the bathroom door. His paw trembled a little when he reached for the light switch. The fluorescent tubes on the ceiling flickered briefly before they cast their glare onto the room, and Varley was forced to blink a couple of times to adjust.

Oh, fuck. The Doberman was standing right in front of him, smiling a bit, that same, goddamn confident smirk that told everyone who saw him that he knew just how hot he was, and he was not doing it without reason. The tall, lean, sleek, suitably bulky canine was truly a man to marvel, and considering that he was also wearing a slightly smudgy football jersey and some football shorts that left his toned legs bare to view, he had also definitely dressed for the occasion. He might not have been a burly type, as far as footballers went, but it was sure that he was packing some serious muscle and knew how to flaunt it, too.

And the scent...the scent, the deep, lingering aroma of manliness that could turn the cheetah into putty in the Dobie's presence even before a single finger was laid on him, it seemed to intensify now that Varley could see him properly and realize just why the Dobie was so ripe and delicious today...he had obviously come here directly from the football practice, and judging by the scent, the hunky dog had not showered between leaving the field and coming here to the library to tackle wholly different kind of balls.

"Hello there" the Doberman winked rudely before he unceremoniously grabbed Varley's muzzle into a big paw and yanked the cheetah closer to himself for the simple purpose of showing his tongue into Varley's maw.

"UMPH!"

The cheetah moaned and purred at the same time, creating a strange combination of sounds as he felt himself grabbed and manhandled by the Dobie, at the same time as the choir of angels sung deep praise in his brain, with the bass section in his pants, he decided, as the delicious heat of the dirty canine tongue pushing into his maw made itself known in the pleasure centers of his mind. The rough kiss was just the Doberman was in general, slick and rough and smelling like grass and flavored like doggie saliva and Gatorade...his lips felt a bit sticky too...and Varley could image the Doberman picking up his drinking bottle at the side of the field, taking a long sip...little droplets splashing everywhere...and then wiping his muzzle before letting out a satisfied, manly "fuck if I care what others think about me" belch.

Varley's passionate, dirty fantasies were easily fueled as he felt up the Dobie's chest with his paws, muscled and filling out that shirt nicely, so that he couldn't help but try and grab onto it, feel those pecs flexing under the fabric while the Dobie held him, one paw still on his muzzle, the other squeezing on his slinky shoulder. Varley knew that he should feel embarrassed about the fact that he was reduced into a state of mewling sexual delirium so easily in Dalton's paws, but he simply couldn't care for those feeling, not now that he was getting his special treat again after almost a week without an encounter with his favorite secret tryst.

What was there not to like? Having secret sexual adventures with a hot, closeted football player, sometimes in as illicit a place as the library toilet, with a guaranteed state of bliss afterwards, and likely a rather sore tail and empty balls that would only be filling up as he'd rewind the day's events in his mind, limp dick in paw and maybe sexting with the Dobie from his dorm...being told how hot his ass was, or how well he could suck...

Dalton almost barked when the cheetah suckled on the Dobie's big canine tongue, stuffed into his maw so deep that it almost licked his tonsils. The noise made the cheetah feel proud, for the moment it lasted before Dalton pulled his tongue out and then contended himself by slobbering it all over the purring cheetah's muzzle, marking him with some wet saliva that stuck and matted onto his furs immediately. It felt warm, and then It felt cool, and it felt so damn sexy, the cheetah knew that he would be unable to resist any naughty advance by the Dobie, the football jock who really knew what to do when it came to man-sex, Varley had to admit, and whenever his clumsiness kicked it, it was overshadowed by his sheer eagerness and the dripping sexuality that was evident in every move he made. Marking the cheetah as his temporary boy bitch was only one of those things.

Varley was left gasping for air by the time the Dobie moved again, this time putting his paw onto the cheetah's neck to pull his face against his broad, warm chest. The cheetah breathed in musk and felt the ticklish texture of the fabric against his damp face as well as the sheer firmness of muscles, and his own paws roamed everywhere, grabbing pawfuls of cloth whenever he couldn't gain purchase on more fleshy parts of the Dobie. Dalton stood there, firm and unoming, even as the cheetah practically crashed onto him, nuzzling and kissing his chest and needing more of that warm scent that was causing his cock to leak a steady dribble of pre-cum into his pants. If only he could step closer and hump against the Dobie's leg a little...Dalton liked when Varley got that wild and did that...if only...but he couldn't not in this position, bent forward, legs spread for balance as he worshipped the Dobie's body, trying to hold him close to him while the Dobie played with his ears and scratched the fur on the back of his neck to make the cheetah purr even louder. At some point, the cheetah's fedora rolled off his head and landed on the floor, but the usually proud cat didn't seem to mind the loss of his accessory. Muzzling the Dobie's chest seemed much more important than a fashion statement...booyeah.

"Yeah...can't get enough, huh?" the Dobie barked. "Yes...nice and stinky doggie likes when cat gets cozy...doggie's been looking forward to seeing his cat all week..."

"Uhmhmppphph!" Varley stated, trying to tell how much he had been waiting this, too, but his muzzle was held too firmly against the Dobie's chest to offer room to form any coherent words. Dalton didn't seem to mind, though, because he pressed the cheetah even closer to himself for a brief, eye-watering moment, before he let the pressure lessen, and gave the cheetah's neck furs a little yank. Varley looked up to the Dobie, leering down with that same cocky grin on his muzzle that was sure the make all the cheerleaders' pants go wet or something, and he licked his lips with that vicious, huge tongue again. The tongue disappeared into the sleek, brown maw, and then the Dobie suddenly made a coughing sound before a wet, hot splash landed against Varley's cheek.

SPLAT!

Varley's cheeks burned hotly as he realized that the Dobie had spat on him. Dalton had just forced his scent and taste onto the cheetah, marked him, taken him without asking for permission. The strangely sweet scent spread from his cheek to the cheetah's nostrils and it was unmistakably manly, deep and belonging to the footballer Dobie staring down to him, breathing in hot huffs that only made the slowly slipping wet mark on his cheek feel even hotter.

"Now you're even prettier..." Dalton winked, his paws sliding down along Varley's sides and groping on the smooth cheetah's body, feeling him up.

Varley knew that he should complain at the behavior and the treatment, but the roughness only served to turn him on, even now as he stood there, trembling and feeling the humiliating heat of the Dobie's saliva dribbling down over his neck now. It would soon reach his shirt and wet the collar...

"Turn around," the Doberman snapped, his paws gripping onto Varley's compact rump and flipping the cheetah around before he had a chance to really react.

Varley let out a meek sound at the sudden movement that caused his tail to flail and flap against the Doberman's arms, and suddenly he was facing the wall of the bathroom, not seeing anything except the lines between the tiles. Dalton's hot huffing breaths came onto his neck now and made his back shiver and arch up a little, like the cat he was, reacting into the intense sensations in an almost feral, instinctual way. The thick, strong paws slipped even lower on his rear and squeezed hard on each cheek. Dalton massaged his ass while the cheetah placed his own paws against the wall for balance and held himself up, wondering quietly, and the thought almost made he drool...whether the Dobie would simply pull his pants down and fuck him raw against the wall until both of them would be panting and shooting their sticky, creamy loads...

"Sexy boy...you should be a cheerleader..." Dalton huffed between licks and nibbles against the cheetah's neck, "put on a skirt and nobody could tell the difference...such a pretty boy..."

The groping paws, the pressure of Dalton's hips against his ass, that dirty talk and the rough kissing made the cheetah shiver. He knew that it was wrong...that the Dobie was playing games with him, saying all those dirty things, but he knew that it also made him so damn turned on...and feel like a meek boy, even though he knew that there was barely two years of age difference between him and the hunky Dobie doing all those things to his seemingly tender body, grinding his own more defined, more aggressive essence against the little feline's curved rump...

"Oh Dal..." Varley moaned, definitely pushing himself back when he felt the Dobie start to hump his ass, the big lump of his cock pressing against his tailbase with each firm smack of their bodies together, pumped so deliciously close without actually getting to touch anywhere where it really made a good difference...the feeling was so hot, though, he purred, mewled, and arched his back even more, exposing his vulnerable jeans-clad ass more to the Dobie taking his pleasure from him. Dalton kept his thrusts short and hard, as if he was giving those extra special, hammering, jackrabbit strokes that usually followed the much sought-after knotting and would surely cause a flood of canine cum inside Varley's bowels...but now he was simply humping him, not giving a chance for Varley to catch a proper breath...

"You really need this...well you're lucky, so do I..." Dalton hissed into an ear which he soon mauled with his tongue, teeth and lips before he stepped back and departed from the cheetah with a final slap against one of his rump cheeks. "Now stay put..."

Varley trembled and waited what was going to follow, his tail flicking sharply behind him as he simply stood there, staring at the wall as he listened to the Dobie moving, then the telltale sound of a zipper being opened...more footsteps...and the warmth of his breath on his nibbled neck again, telling that he was back soon.

Then Dalton grabbed the cheetah's left arm, near the wrist and pulled it back, almost causing Varley to pivot around, so firmly he was yanked as his paw was pulled behind his back. Dalton's grip was firm and invited Varley's eyes to gaze at where the football jock's fingers curled around his arm...and then he saw that something black was hanging from the Dobie's other paw, and it was coming closer. Varley's eyes widened.

"Dalton...!"

"You'll love this..." the Dobie replied roughly as he placed the padded black leather cuff around the cheetah's wrist and then used some sort of a buckle to tighten it up and close the pawcuff snugly on Varley's arm. The cheetah stared, his maw hanging open, panting, unable to believe the naughtiness he was experiencing...was the Dobie really going to tie him up????

Dalton gave the leather cuff a quick pull to make sure it was fastened before he pulled on the chain and forced the cheetah's paw behind his back properly.

"The other paw now."

The cheetah didn't resist, but obediently offered his right paw to receive the same treatment as his left one, and it only took a few seconds before he found himself standing there with his paws cuffed behind his back, barely able to move them at all in their firm leather traps. The small chain between them chimed a bit, telling him that he really couldn't move his paws apart or lift them away from the small of his back, just above his tail.

"Good boy..." Dalton rumbled, admiring his paw work from behind the cheetah, "now stand put...got another surprise for ya..."

Varley's cock pulsed as he tried to imagine what could be even naughtier than what was happening already to him, being tied up in a public bathroom as a preamble to what would surely be very musky and very hot and would make his rump ache in the end...but it was going to be so worth it...he knew...as he spied the Doberman over his shoulder. He now noted that Dalton had brought in a sports bag which laid on the floor by the toilet seat, which was adorned by strange extra sturdy handles that signified its true purpose as an easy access bathroom. The Dobie bent over a bit as he dug into the bag, which caused the fabric of his shorts to become extra taut over the firm, perfect muscle butt belonging to the canine...enough to make Varley to want to bury his tongue between those surely sweaty buns and have a taste. Dalton grunted and flicked his ears as he shuffled through the back.

"Fuck...where is it...here...!"

He lifted something out of the bag, and Varley's eyes felt like they became even wider, as he saw the new object emerge, and he couldn't help but gasp.

"A...a collar..." the cheetah mewled as he realized that the Dobie had in mind.

"I've been shopping a bit," the Dobie winked as he unceremoniously wrapped the black leather collar around Varley's neck and pulled on the leather strap to make it tight, but not so much as to cause Varley any trouble breathing, something which he checked by trying to push his fingers between the leather and the cheetah's spotted neck, until he was satisfied with the tightness and then admired the sight of his cuffed and collared toyboy, standing there and staring at him withy surprise filling his bright eyes.

"Wh...why?" Varley moaned, feeling the weight of the leather on his neck and his wrists extra warmly now as he saw the Dobie watching him from a few feet away, leering and rubbing the massive bulge in the front of shorts...causing Varley to think...'I want to do that!!!!'....and he couldn't trapped as he was.

"Saw something on the internet and wanted to try it out," the Dobie grinned and winked.

"Typical," Varley snuffled. "Gonna whip me next?"

"Not into that, dude," the Dobie chortled. "Maybe I'll just spank you a bit..."

Dalton mimed some spanking motions in the air, and Varley felt his rump muscles tighten instinctually as he wondered whether the Dobie might actually do it...but then he saw something that really took that out of his mind, as Dalton put his paw in his pocket and took out his phone.

"SWOOSH!"

The unmistakable sound of the fake shutter noise was extra loud in the confined space of the bathroom, and it made Varley's eyes jump. Did Dalton just...he did!

"Hey!" Varley complained, turning around now so that he faced the grinning Dobie holding the camera up. "What're you doing?"

"You're so pretty, I just gotta take a picture..." Dalton grinned and with another swooshing sound, another photo of the bound cheetah had been taken and stored into the phone's memory card.

"But..."

"It's just private...not gonna let anyone else see how pretty you are like that...might make them too jealous and want to have a crack..." the Dobie grinned, his other paw still rubbing the front of his bulging shorts while he played with his phone for a moment. Then he walked over to the sink and placed the phone leaning against a soap dispenser, so that its back was pointed towards the room...the back with the round eye of the camera...and Varley realized...with how the phone was pointed...

"Dalton..."

"I'll give you a copy if you're extra nice, kitty..." the Dobie grinned as he approached the cheetah.

"But I don't really...I don't know..."

Dalton's paws landed on the cheetah's shoulders and he looked down at the smaller male again, lust filling his eyes as much as his pants, obviously, and he let out a dangerous, sexy growl that seemed to itch its way under the cheetah's very furs, because he found that it made his knees feel a bit weak.

"Just remember that I'll be jacking off to that video on my phone when I'm not screwing your tight little ass, Varley..." Dalton stated, gazing at him sternly, "so, I want it to be good...and I expect you to perform well..."

The Dobie's big paws tightened on his shoulders, and that gave Varley a hint on just how he was expected to be performing at the moment...he didn't really need much of a nudge to nod gently, and then, slowly, supported by those paws, to get down onto his knees.

"Good boy..."

Dalton rubbed the top of Varley's head, even as his other paw was pushed under the elastic of his jeans, and with a swift flick, a while pouch emerged. Varley almost cummed in his pants right there and then.

The Dobie was wearing a jockstrap under his shorts.

"Heheh," Dalton winked as he saw the cheetah's expression change, "gotta keep the family jewels in check...here you go..."

Varley watched as the Dobie continued his one-pawed fiddly, and somehow he managed to maneuver the jockstrap so that it slipped down and many inches of thick, musky Dobie cock appeared, knot and all, complete with a set of warm, fuzzy-furred balls that simply popped out and left snugly pressed against the base of the Dobie's pride. Dalton pushed the elastic under his balls with his thumb and let himself be like that, his cock hanging out, his sweaty, grass-stained football shorts still otherwise in place. Varley's muzzle almost fell open right away as he faced the pillar of hot, veiny flesh, bobbing and pulsing along to the Dobie's strong heartbeat. He couldn't help but wonder whether Dalton had been boned up throughout the rehearsals, maybe because of the sight of his teammates' hot butts in those same tight shorts...or maybe thinking of his upcoming encounter with the cheetah, perhaps...whatever the reason, Varley liked the idea, and made him stare up at the Dobie adoringly, waiting for...something.

"Like it, huh?" the Dobie grunted, grinning happily as he saw the cheetah stare at his pre-leaking organ, "missed it?"

Varley liked his suddenly dry-feeling lips and nodded.

"Yeah..." the cheetah purred, his nosepad almost touching the Dobie's up-pulled balls, "yeah, I did...fuck..."

Dalton flicked Varley's right ear with his fingertips and made it flick, and snuffled happily, his hips swaying a little so that his big cock waved in the air from side to side. The cheetah's eyes followed every movement of the mysterious manly snake, ready to strike...ready to shoot a stick load...oh damn...

"Well, you gotta do an extra good job with that muzzle of yours, since it's paws free now...you better see if you can take it all..."

He'd sure at least try, Varley thought, a bit giddy as his head swam in the musk, his lips opening...his tongue emerging...the Dobie's paw still resting against the top of his head...

"Give my balls a kiss, boy..."

Varley obliged by quickly lashing his tongue out and burying his nose against the base of the Dobie's cock, the sweaty sheath and those big, hot puppy juice factories that he simply wanted to worship in any way he could...and as often as he could, too. Having his paws tied down seemed like a small nuisance now that he was getting his fix, breathing in the deep musk and enjoying the heat...and Dalton's deep grumble told him that he was doing the right thing.

"Fuck yeah..."

The cheetah lapped all over the smooth, satin skin of the Dobie's sac, slickering it up a little and generally wanting to have his maw everywhere on Dalton's hefty package, wanting to feel it on his tongue, and just...

"Good boy..."

A faceful of cock might've been all sorts of nice, but a mawful was even better, Varley knew, and soon he let his licking tongue move higher, to taste the earthy flavor of the Dobie's s withdrawn sheath. His tonguetip flirted with the warmth of the folded skin and even tried to slip a bit inside the opening, to touch the warm pink flesh of the Dobie's shaft proper. The teasing action brought more hot rumbles and made Dalton thrust his hips against Varley's face, so he was likely doing a nice job...he suspected.

"Fuck..."

Muzzling and nuzzling on the hot dick, Varley was sure to get his face covered in musk and pre as he worked his way up, teasing the know, and then let his tongue run along the underside of the long organ until he slurped up close near the piss slit and allowed the Doberman only a moment of bark out in pleasure before he forced himself up on his knees a little and engulfed the tip in his muzzle.

"AGH!"

Varley fell back to his knees and pulled the Dobie's cock along with him, teeth scraping against the sensitive skin below the tip just as he took more inches into his already bulging maw. The sudden movement caused Dalton to grunt and thrust instinctively, his stub of tail tensing and flicking as he drove himself into the warmth of the offered, inviting orifice. Varley almost gagged at the suddenly doubled Dobie intrusion of meat in his muzzle and felt the tip poke on the back of his maw, dangerously close to where he knew his gagging reflex resided, and he knew that he needed a moment to adjust. That didn't stop him from suckling hotly on the meaty stick filling his oral cavity. The Dobie's shaft was so thick that it barely cleared the space between his big canine teeth on the front of his muzzle...but it fit.

"Ohhhh maaaan..." the Dobie rumbled, his voice a bit higher than before, as if he forgot to add the characteristic gruffness for a moment, so overcome by the feeling of a hot muzzle working on his dick.

Varley worked on stabilizing his breaths with something so big in his muzzle, but Dalton gave him very little time to do that, for soon he grasped the cheetah's head with both of his huge paws and began to thrust into his muzzle. He moved shallow at first, grunting as he let the first three or so inches pump through the ring formed by the cheetah's lips and then stroked his sensitive tip against the cheetah's abiding tongue, moaning and cussing all the time while he roughly used the cheetah for his pleasure.

"Yeah...good...yeah...oh yeah...so pent up...yeah...so damn hot...yeah..."

Varley was in one kind of heaven, full of musk and rough words, and almost bruising paws guiding his muzzle up and down on the Doberman's thick, full, pulsing cock. Dalton was slowly getting deeper into him, his tip slipping deep into Varley's throat and forcing him to breathe through his nostrils and employ his best cocksucking tricks so as not to gag...but somehow he was managing...somehow he wasn't gagging too badly when the Dobie's knot began to kiss his lips whenever Dalton bottomed out...and those balls, those beautiful warm balls, they began to add their own flavor to the event by gently swinging and smacking against Varley's chin. The sound was subtle but definitely audible and about as dirty as the rest of the numerous noises the Dobie was making in his horny, pleasured state as he face-fucked the cheetah ruthlessly. It really left no room for the more finer techniques at his disposal, he only only just about take it...and enjoy every moment of the submissive play, being allowed to do all this to the football Dobie.

"Ooohyeah...who's gonna need porn when I can fap to this...Jesus...damn...gonna put my earphones on and listen to you gag...oh...fucking...YEAH!"

His balls slapped against Varley's chin with each thrust and made the cheetah's ears flop down, briefly, as he felt the Dobie's cocktip poke him deep in his throat, as if driving in the emphasis on the fact that he owned the cheetah's face. The Dobie sounded so heated that for a moment Varley wondered whether he was actually going to get a muzzleful of thick Dobie cum right now...but then the Dobie simply stood back and pulled out with a hot plopping sound.

"Oh fuck..."

The wet, spit-dribbling cock bounced a couple of times, the Dobie panted, and Varley's numb lips pouted as he watched the unattended dick return to its natural state. So delicious...so good...so big...

"Come on up here..."

Dalton's paws beckoned the cheetah to get up, and he did, a bit unsure on his paws after kneeling for so long, and the sheer awkwardness of having his paws tied behind his back, but he managed, and the Dobie then pulled him close and plastered their muzzles together. The hot tongue in his muzzle felt almost as good as the Dobie's cock before, not as big, but certainly more agile, rubbing against his gums and spreading that hot doggie flavor everywhere. The previous visitor to his maw was currently rubbing against his belly now, surely staining his nice shirt, but that he could handle with...he'd just have to change it before going to that Rainbow Mixer...a place where he'd surely never meet anyone as hunky and interesting as Dalton...but he could live with that.

Rough, tongue-fucking and belly-humping aside, the Dobie's gropey paws almost bruised Varley's ass as they made a feast out of it, feeling up Varley's tight globes until the cheetah purred and moaned at the same time, not knowing whether to push his hips back or forward, because both sides offered something fun. The grunting, hotly panting Dobie seemed to be facing a similar dilemma, for soon he stepped back again, cock still pointing up proudly, ready for action.

"You ready to take this?" Dalton asked, making himself jump with a flex of his internal muscles, causing that big cock to bounce majestically.

"Yeah...yes...please..." Varley mumbled as he stared at the massive cock longingly.

"Want it bad?" Dalton grabbed himself and gave his spit-slickened shaft a slow stroke.

Varley moaned as if it was his dick being touched and not the Dobie's, and he knew that he was simply teasing him, deliberately drawing the pleasure on. Varley whimpered. Why tease him more if he was already almost ready to cream his pants? Didn't the Dobie know how close he was? His cock felt like it was on fire inside his undies, and he knew that he'd only need a couple of strokes from a paw, or maybe, he knew, a few good-aimed prods at his prostate, to get all of those pent-up juices flowing...

"Yes....yes....yes...please...please..." Varley moaned as he turned around, struck by quick inspiration as he showed his back, paws still cuffed, tail raised high, and bending his hips so that his round butt stuck out more than usual. "Oh please..."

Varley made his most pitiful face and whimpers as he looked back at the Dobie, and tried to shake his ass, which only made the chain of his paw cuffs clink a little. It probably didn't even look very sexy...but the Dobie was staring him with such lust in his eyes that the results seemed inevitable.

"Such a slutty cat..."

"Please..."

"Heheh," Dalton gave the offered ass a brief smack and a squeeze before he wandered back to his awaiting sports bag. Varley tried to control his painting breaths a little as he watched the Dobie unhurriedly rummage through his bag again...likely filled with some more sweaty, musky football gear, the cheetah thought, which made his cock pulse merrily. He wasn't sure how the Dobie could have any patience like he was showing now...definitely taking his time sorting through his stuff...before he finally emerged, with a small bottle on his paw.

"Hello, cutie," Dalton made kissy sounds as he stepped over to the sink and put the bottle down to the white porcelain before he moved back to behind the cheetah, and reached with a paw for Varley's belt buckle. He purred deeply and wriggled himself against the Dobie's questing paw, even as Dalton snorted and slapped his ass again.

"Bad boy..."

"Yeeeees..." Varley purred, watching the Dobie eagerly while he felt the fingers brush against his constrained junk.

Dalton pulled down the zipper and then unceremoniously moved to the single button that held the tail opening closed on the back of the jeans, and now thus unbuttoned, the Dobie pushed his fingers under the waistline and simply pulled the cheetah's jeans down to his knees. That did little to reduce the pressure against Varley's nethers, but soon the Dobie took care of the rest.

"Wow...horny kitty..." Dalton grinned at the sight of the bouncy organ standing up proud and firm, still dribbling some pre even as the Dobie stared at the cheetah's finally released cock.

"Oh yes..."

"Lemme give you a paw, then..." Dalton smirked as he moved behind the cheetah, an arm thrown around him just as he positioned himself and pressed his own boner between the smoothly furred, spotted cheeks. Varley purred at the hot feeling and tried to push back, but the effect was only moderate at best...he could feel the thick shaft nestled on his furry rump, but without Dalton moving, it was only going to remain a tease.

"So wet...did you piss yourself or something?"

"Just horny..." Varley moaned when the fingers ghosted against his shaft, barely touching him.

Dalton licked the top of the cheetah's head and continued the teasing touch. He made sure that the cheetah felt his dick, too, pulsing comfortably in his ass crack, ready to barge in at a moment's notice, Varley was sure...the Dobie sure felt ready for it...ready to breed, fuck, seed and fill him up and plug him good with that hot, thick knot...

"Ahhh..." Varley moaned, both in the fantasy, and the hot feeling of the fingers stroking against his barbed shaft, making his member twitch in a clear preparation to spill his load.

"You close?" the Dobie muttered into his ear, wetting it with saliva.

"Ohhhyeah..."

"Ready to pop?" pads rubbed against pads, and almost made them burn.

"Yes...pleeeease..."

"Guess you'll really need this then..."

The Dobie's paw disappeared from Varley's cock, but suddenly it came back, going doing all the way to the base...and then Varley felt an odd pressure on his shaft, which made eyes fall down to see what was going on his lap...and realized that something black and rubbery had just appeared around his shaft, placed there by the Dobie's fingers. The cock ring dug into his flesh, snugly but not painfully, and made his cock even harder...and throb as ruthlessly as ever. Dalton chuckled roughly as he felt the cheetah tremble against his body.

"Wow..."

"Give you a little help huh?" the Dobie grinned, hips grinding into the cheetah's tight rump.

"Ohhh fuck..."

"What was that?" Dalton grunted.

"Ohhh fuck me..." the cheetah arched his back and drove his ass against the Dobie's lap and that thick cock digging into his fleshy crack, "oh please...fuck me..."

Dalton humped his hips forward and let his cocktip poke against the base of Varley's tail.

"Still nice and tight?" the football jock grunted. "Have you had anything up there since the last time I fucked your little ass?"

"Noooo..." Varley moaned.

"Not even a finger?" Dalton stated, repeating the heavy thump of his paws.

"No...noo..."

Dalton stepped back and unceremoniously grabbed Varley's ass cheeks and spread them with his thumbs to get a look at the pucker he'd been teasing with his girthy dick, and grinned broadly when he spotted the hint of pink among the furs of that silky crevice. It just looked perfect for him, hidden there from the view from everyone except him now...

"About time then...look at that..."

The Dobie ran his thumb between the cheetah's ass cheeks and barked out when Varley pressed back to the touch, hoping for more teasing to come.

"Hmm...little butt slut...looking good enough to eat...damn..."

Varley wasn't sure whether he knew what the Dobie was thinking, but once the thumbs again dug to the curves of his butt, he was quite confident in guessing what the hunky jock had in mind...and he was proven right when the jockstrapped muscle doggie knelt down and mashed his muzzle between the cheetah's fully spread cheeks.

"Oh, shit!"

It felt like his tailhole was being French-kissed or something, the Dobie spared no tongue or lips when he dug into his ass crack and went to town. The sheer naughtiness of rimming had always had the power to make Varley blush, and the Dobie's seeming willingness to indulge in this act despite his usually dominant ways was definitely an additional turn-on. The hot sensation of that obscene canine tongue rubbing his back door wetly made him ooze pre onto the floor and made his knees feel weak.

"Ohhhhh..."

Dalton simply grunted and kept on tonguing the cheetah, nose filled with musk, paws holding him still spread open so that he had easy access to the cheetah's button. The wrinkled ring pulsed and flexed under the oral assault, the alien sensations easily converting into pure pleasure in the cheetah's kinky mind. It was bliss, it felt great, it made his balls churn and it simply made the cheetah for something to actually enter him, rather than the teasing going on, the tongue digging into his crack and turning it into a strangely sexual place on his body. The growing arousal made the rubber ring feel even tighter around his pulsing prick, reminding him of just how well the Dobie was controlling his pleasure in more ways than one.

He wanted more.

"Ohhh fuck me already, please..." Varley arched his back, desperately needing more, needing to be filled. "Come on..."

Dalton harrumphed hotly against the cheetah's ass and pulled back then, giving the pleading cat an ugly look.

"Not happy with my tongue, huh?" he slapped the cheetah's ass loudly. "Not good enough?"

"Just...fuck me...please?" Varley wriggled his ass again. "Please?"

"Such a butt slut..." Dalton slapped the rump once more for emphasis before he stood up and grabbed the bottle of lube from the sink, over where the phone still recorded everything that was happening within its field of vision...and that was a lot.

This was it, Varley thought as he heard the bottle being opened with a telltale click, and then the dirty sound of lube being applied...on fingers, first, he heard, then stroked slickly over the Dobie's shaft...

"Time to show you who's the boss, kitty..."

"Please," Varley flicked his tail almost upright and presented himself openly, hoping that this show of submission would make the Doberman to stop the teasing and simply enter him, hard and fast and show him all he could do with that thick, needy cock.

"Need fingers?" the Doberman asked just as the said digits pressed against the cheetah's pliable muscle and spread lube over the muscled circle.

"Just...use lots of lube...." Varley grunted. "I can take it..."

"Heheh, bold little cat...I like it..."

The fingers disappeared, and Dalton made a point of wiping them clean against Varley's butt before he stepped back into place and pressed his tip unceremoniously against the cheetah's fuzzy crack. Varley tensed and tried his best to relax, even knowing what was to come...and when the tip moved higher, he felt paws close firmly around his slim hips and take a good hold...bracing...he knew...ohh boy...

"Here we go...one delivery of a hot dog...let's but some sausage into the buns..."

Varley began to chuckle at the badness of the sexual bun, but his breath was simply caught away by the sheer intensity of the sensation that followed, the pressure that soon grew into a burning on his tail ring when the hot tip dwelled against him, trying to break through.

"So damn tight..."

The cheetah had a distinct feeling that he was going to feel somewhat less tight in about five seconds, and his intuition was proven right when he felt his muscles convulse under the pressure, and unable to resist anymore, the Dobie's blunt tip and the first inches slipped into his hot tunnel, leaving an ever-increasing burning sensation that spread all around Varley's pelvis.

"Uhhhmm...."

Dalton thrust further, and Varley let out such a sharp, trilling sound that the Dobie had to remove one of his paws from the cheetah's hip and place it over his muzzle. He even stuffed a couple of fingers past the cheetah's wet lips to make sure that he wasn't getting too loud...the potential was there, with so many inches buried under his tail, and more to come...

"UMPH!"

"There we go...there we go..." Dalton panted..."just about..."

Another three nasty thrusts later, his balls pressed against the curve of Varley's rump, and the Dobie let out a satisfied, dominant bark, now that he was finally buried inside the cheetah. His hot insides were like some sort of a sadistic milking machine, pulsing and suckling on him from within. It made it almost impossible for the Dobie to give Varley any time to get used to the rough penetration. Instead, the Dobie decided that his regular butt buddy was going to have to simply ride it out.

And ride he did.

"Ohh yeah...better than any cheerleader, for sure...prettier, too...and god...damn...tighter!" the Dobie grunted as he pumped in and out of the cheetah's hole, really churning well into the young male's bowels, "so damn hot..."

Varley couldn't really respond. His muzzle was as stuffed as his ass was, but it didn't mind -it only made him feel even more taken, in that respect, unable to communicate, simply working for their pleasure, trying to stay upright while the Dobie hled him and pounded into him nice and hard. The musk that had been there from the start seemed to be intensifying, too, now that Dalton was working a fresh sweat that mixed with the one left over from his earlier football practice. The sex musk seemed even sweeter for Varley, though, who breathed in as much as he could. It was hard to keep up a steady rhythm with Dalton's cock hammering his prostate with each thrust, though, milking more pre out of his cock. He felt so hard, it was as if his cock was made out of glass...so damn hard and straining...and being worked so hard by the Doberman's rough, carefree attitude to buttfucking.

"Damn...needed this ass so much...gonna put so much seed in it...gonna fill you up...damnit, boy..."

The footballer worked him hard, thrusting with abandon, bucking and twisting his hips while his balls punched the dowdy sack belonging to the cheetah with every pumping motion of his shaft in and out of Varley's hot hole. He'd been looking forward to it all day, hell all week, and he spared nothing when he worked out all of that tension towards a climax that was promising to be great. He simply wouldn't have anything less than everything he could get, and he pounded hard, thrust, rolled, rocked and worked himself in a rough, seesawing motion that left both of them panting, and with Dalton's knot straining to be locked into that yielding, warm opening...to tie them together...

"...aaahhh....gonna pop soon, pretty boy...oh yeah...yes...fuck....yeah...."

Varley knew that he would be tender for days afterwards, but that was to be expected, when something so big and hard was showed inside him, and he couldn't help but cry out when Dalton slammed his hips forward and drove the know past his hole, unable to keep himself back any further, and simply forced his way through. The brutish knot slipped into place and mashed against the cheetah's sensitive prostate, sending it into a state of convulsions that spread into the muscles of his back passage and caused a delirious milking sensation around Dalton's stiff cock.

"Ohhhh fuck..."

It was simply too good, he had to get there, and he did, knees hugging around the cheetah's rump while he worked himself through the last paces, the couple of inches he could still move worked to the max until the almost painful tension peaked and Dalton let out a deep, satisfied bark on the moment his balls exploded. The hot spunk shot deep into Varley's bowels, the cheetah himself moaning and grunting in the throes of a strange anal orgasm trigged by the pressure on his prostate. The cockring made sure that no cum could escape, and hence he could feel all the sensations of muscle contractions that happened with a regular orgasm, quite clearly, increased ever the more by the Dobie's presence, but the real satisfaction of shooting his load was missing...and made him groan...and moan...

"Fuck..."

Dalton humped occasionally still, churning his load inside the cheetah while his cock still gave the odd twitch and more spunk leaked into the feline's ass, but his real urgency was gone, sated for now and filled with the sensation of deep satisfaction that came with being tied. He almost felt sleepy, and the hot sleeve of the cheetah's ass felt so damn good around him...he never stopped rumbling.

"Shit..."

Varley panted. His insides tingled but his cock was still hard, and his balls ached with the tension that had not been released in the regular way, but instead, he had had something that was almost-there but not...quite, which left him unsatisfied, still horny, still needful...and he couldn't even touch himself, to take that ring off and bring himself to a spoogy end..

"Such a hot ass..." Dalton murmured.

The cheetah felt thoroughly sweaty, stuffed and bred, crashed there under the Dobie's weight, simply trying to catch his breath.

The paw that curled around his cock made him simply moan.

"And still didn't cum yet...well we have to do something about that..."

The fingers rubbed up and down his shaft, the cheetah groaning with delight when the pressure on the base of his cock suddenly disappeared with the removal of the cock ring, and those same Dobie fingers closed on him firmly.

"Better give you what you need..."

Varley groaned. He was supersensitive after his strange orgasm, and the stroking sent him into a strange mixture of pain-pleasure that he could not name...and he also knew that it made his ass squeeze even tighter on the Dobie, whom kept on stroking him and even gave the occasional thrust to stimulate him further. The paw moving slickly over his shaft made a dirty sound with the Dobie's milking of him. It felt too sensitive, he was not going to enjoy this, he was...

"AAAAHH"

The cheetah began to yowl but he was interrupted by the Dobie's fingers stuffing into his muzzle again, to keep the noise down while his paw flew over his straining cock and finally coaxed the hot spurt of white cum that he had been expecting for so long. The hot fluid splashed against the wall, and the further spurts dribbled down over the Dobie's paw and arm, still going on long before it was needed for Varley to actually cum.

"Yeah...there we go...hmmmm...lots of cat cream..."

Dalton only stopped once he was sure that he had milked all that Varley had left in his balls before he finally let his paw move away and then lifted it up to his eye level. The Doberman gave it a brief look and a sniff before he used his cupping fingers to tilt the panting cheetah's muzzle up and used his thumb to pry the obedient cat's maw open.

"Better not waste this kitty..."

The paw landed against his lips, and Varley began to lip, hungry for his own cum that he had had to work for so hard...and now the tangy substance slipped down, lapped up by his tongue and into his maw in a series of musky swallows. His ass might've been aching, his cock definitely did, and his balls were empty, but it felt oddly safe there, in the big Dobie's embrace, held in and out, close to that warm, sweaty, firmly muscled body.

"Good kitty...good, good kitty..."

*

"There's the prodigal son!" Den hollered across the floor even as he was dashing towards the newcomer cheetah, rapidly crisscrossing between a few mingling furs before he reached the cheetah on the doorway, his bushy tail flicking eagerly about.

"Heyo," Varley rumbled in greeting to his friend, his ears flicking a bit along to the tune of the music playing on the background. "Looks like a good turnout to me!"

"Well I'd say," the fox patted the cheetah's shoulder as he moved to stand by him, "looks alright to me...a bit lacking on, say...hunky footballers...but you can't have it all..."

Varley studied the decisively non-hunky furs swaying gently to the music and enjoying some nice finger foods, served from a white-clothed table off to one side, and decided that it really was a big loss for the Rainbow Mixer.

"Yeah," the cheetah mused.

"Speaking of which!" the fox yelped dramatically, looking at the cheetah. "You took your time!"

"Yeah, damn forms..." Varley snuffled. "Took us ages to get through it, and then I really felt like I had to change into something more comfortable, so I had to dash over to the dorm..."

Den studied the cheetah's ensemble of black pants, a low-necked blue shirt and the navy blue fedora and clicked his tongue.

"You can't have taken that long dressing up, then..."

Varley snorted and slapped the fox's rump playfully.

"Show me the way to the finger foods, I'm starving," he rumbled.

"Missing the veggie lasagna, are we?" Den smirked as he began to lead the cheetah across the room, arm about Varley's waist.

"Maybe a bit," Varley replied.

"Well, don't worry, we'll find something to fill you up," Den licked his lips and winked.

"I'm sure," Varley purred.

*

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