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"Hey Guys look over there." Marth, a stocky bulldog pointed at a small person on the other side of the road. Stan and Harold looked over there and witnessed someone in a pink skirt, chucks, legwarmers and a cropped top coming out of the local sex shop. The person, a young Cat, seemed to notice them looking, quickly turned left and wanted to walk away, but Marth hastily moved over and stepped in front of of him. The other two Dog-Guys followed him. "Look, what we have here guys." Stan and Harold looked at the cute little girl standing in between them. "Marth, what do you want from her?" Stan, an athletic rottweiler asked. Marth lifted an eyebrow. "That's Ben you idiots." Harold looked confused "But Ben isn't a Girl." Marth facepalmed. The little person in between them murmured fearful "Yeah, I don't know who this Ben is you're talking about." even more silently he added "Please don't hurt me." Marth got loud again "Of course Ben is not a girl, but hes wearing girl clothes obviously. Look, that's his backpack, you can tell it for sure by the buttons. I knew you were a fag Ben, I bet you've just bought a dildo or ass jelly or something."

Harold, a doberman bigger and more beefy than the other two dogs, put a hand on his chin and noticed "Ben makes a pretty cute girl." Ben looked irritated at the big dog behind him. Marth facepalmed again "Harold, you can't say a guy he's cute, that's like incredibly gay." Harold raised an eyebrow. "I didn't know. Than lets say, he's um... pretty?" Marth and Stan stared incredulous at Harold and Stan added "That's not better at all Harold." Harold nodded quickly and looked sort of ashamed of himself. Ben tried to silently escape, while they were arguing. "Then how about sexy?"

Ben blushed and felt incredibly confused by the whole situation. He couldn't really find a way to evade, circled by the three much bigger males. He wondered what would be worse: getting beaten up or raped, but then he thought these guys were jerks, but not able to pull something like that. But he thought they might pull something like making photos and putting them on the internet. Not that he hadn't done this already himself, but there are right and wrong places for this kind of material...

Marth threw his arms in the air "Gosh Harold are you a faggot too?" Harold made a gesture that signalized the both to calm down. "What exactly does this even mean?" Harold asked charily. The other three looked confused. "What do you mean?" Harold putted his hand on his neck and scratched himself nervously. "I mean like 'gay' and 'faggot' and this whole stuff, I mean, I always wondered."

"Got good Harold, are you serious about this?" Stan asked agitated. "Um yeah..." Marth shouted at Harold "How stupid are you? You don't know what being gay means?" "Hell yes, I'm sorry." Harold shouted back. "A faggot, is someone who's attracted to other dudes. Being gay means being a fag." Harold now looked totally confused. "And I thought that was something bad. But how the hell can Gregs car be attracted to guys? I mean, you called it gay...? And in what way attracted do you mean anyway?" Stan sighed. Marth threw his hands on his face again and moved away a few arm lengths. Ben could have ran away now, but he sort of was so fascinated by the situation, that he didn't got the idea to do so. He even chuckled silently.

"How can you be so dumb Harold? I mean like when someguy wanna have sex with another dude or kiss and the whole shit." Marth felt like he was talking to a baby. "Oh. You mean a gay person is a homosexual? But then, why do you use it as an insult? My uncle John is homosexual and he's awesome." Marth stammers, not really knowing what to say anymore. "That just not cool bro! Real guys don't do this shit." Harold couldn't understand how these hollow arguments could justify his buddys reactions. "How about Randal? You said he was cool." Harold asked them. "You mean our Randal? From the piercing studio? What about him?" Stan now asked curiously, because he already had an idea, what. "He's gay. Okay, maybe bisexual I guess." Harold told his buddys.

"He's sure as hell not gay." Marth shouted again know, his body language telling Harold that the bulldog was nearly angry enough to do something dumb. Harold moved some steps back for his own safety, Ben followed him and placed himself behind Harold and even grabbed his arm. He hoped the Doberman would protect him in the worst case. "The one time I and Randal got drunk I joked about getting a cock-piercing from him. And he was like 'Gonna give you discount if I can suck your cock' and then he was like '...and gonna do it for free if you fuck my ass.'" Marth clenched his fists and bite his jaws together, remembering Harold told them just the other day he got a free piercing from Randal, because they were such 'good buddys'. "I can't believe I'm surrounded by queers for years without noticing. Stan, please don't tell me you're one of them too!" The rottweiler seemed frightened. "One of what?" "Fags you idiot. Are you a fucking homo too?" Marth shouted at his buddy. "Uhm no, I'm not gay. Just. Calm down already." Marth really did calm down a little and pointed at Harold "Don't think were friends anymore faggot." he grumbled with an angry face and walked away. Stan stood there, somewhat shocked. "I'm sorry..." he told Harold with a gloomy face and followed his buddy.

Harold didn't follow them. He sighed deep and put a hand on his face, breathing deep. "Fuck." he sighed again. "You shouldn't care for these jerks." Ben spoke softly. "But they are my best friends."

Harold murmured. He pulled his cap down deeper in his face. "Fuck..." he whimpered silently. "Why do they have to make such a big deal out of this stuff?" Harold now sounded almost whiny-voiced. Ben couldn't resist hugging him. "Hey it's okay, I'm sure you can find new friends easily. I mean you seem to be pretty popular." Harold looked to the direction his friends went to. "Oh not really. Most people just seem to respect me cause of my body, but there aren't a lot of people that really like me. Just because I'm a little slow and a bit beefy everyone assumes I'm some sort of ruffian and avoids me. And ever so often I say shit and do stuff that hurts people." Ben sighed now. He knew best what a jerk Harold could be, he had harassed him for years in school one way or the other. But right now Ben felt sorry for him. And for the first time he had shown some humanity towards him.

"It was so rad that you pretended to be gay just to protect me." Ben whispered. "Yeah whatever, I guess I gotta go home know." Harold spoke and started walking away. "Thanks Harold." Ben spoke and watched him sadly while he slowly moved away. He calmed down more and more and just realized all the things that happened. He felt curious about some things and soon he couldn't resist the urge to follow Harold. He ran after him and when he reached him he was fully out of breath. Ben grabbed Harolds loose shirt. "Harold I... " Ben panted. "Did you... Did you really just pretend you're gay?"

Harold looked at Ben. "Uhm... no. Well I didn't ever think so much about this whole stuff, but I didn't lie about any of the stuff I told." Ben raised his eyebrows in surprise. "So you did fuck that Randal guy?" Harold tilted his head to his shoulder "Randal?" Ben nodded. "Yeh..." Harold answered shyly. Ben was exited now. "And did you enjoy it?" Harold stopped walking. He seemed to get a little uncomfortable about all the questions. "Why do you care?" Ben blushed. "I wouldn't ever have guessed you'd be gay too, after you sorts of bullied me for this all the years at school." Harold raised his eyebrows. "I didn't know you're gay." Ben looked confused. "Isn't that sort of obvious by now? I mean a wear a pink skirt and all."

Harold laughed. "When a guy is wearing girls cloth that doesn't necessarily mean he's gay. My cousin was wearing a beautiful dress the day he married his wife. And yeah, I enjoyed the stuff I did with Randal, even if he ever so often sorta creeps me out somehow." Ben was a little ashamed that he expected Harold to equate cross-dressing with homosexuality. "Oh yeah, right. Gosh. Uhm... did you mean all the things you said 'bout me? Cute? Pretty? Even sexy? At least in this clothing I mean." He spoke shy. "Sure, but I always thought you were pretty cute, not only today, wearing this stuff." Ben blushed strongly. "Gosh. I just don't get this. Why where you bullying me all these years. We could have been friends, or.... " And Ben didn't really dare to speak out the next thing "...something." He stared at Harold.

"I'm sorry Ben, but I don't really get what you're talking 'bout." Ben looked angry. "Like that one time when you pulled down my pants in front of everyone. Why did you do this" Harold blushed. "Yeah, that was sorta mean. I sorta planned to fap on the toiled then, and thought your bum would make pretty good fap material..." Ben stared at him indignantly. His face was know as red as never before, and a lot of the things Harold had done to him started to look completely different, even if often he wouldn't be able to grasp, what exactly was Harold reason to do what he did. But it maybe he wasn't really just a jerk but a perv. "Oh gosh... oh gosh Harold? The things you did to me, the groping in the locker room... I thought you were mocking me the whole time. And then when I went to the toilet... you ever so often stood beside me and stared at me and I couldn't pee... gosh. You did this only because you wanted to see my cock or something?" Harold looked puzzled, as if this wasn't obvious. "Yeah sure." Ben laid his hands on his face. His legs felt even shaky. His heart fluttered. "Why did you never try to talk about this whole stuff to me? I always thought you're acting so strange to make fun of me or something. But you just, like, did this whole stuff because you sort of like me?"

Harold looked away, feeling ashamed. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize the things I've done to you came out in such a way. I never wanted to hurt you or something. I'm just a little slow, like in my head. You sure noticed this. And sometimes I do things I didn't think through. Okay, I actually do this all the time, to be honest. I really feel like a jerk now. I'm sorry." Ben hugged him, tears running down his eyes now. "I forgive you." Harold shyly laid his arms around the catboy. "And I didn't ever really dared to talk to you, because, the times I tried it got sorta awkward if you now what I mean." "What do you mean with awkward?" He noticed that something, due the enormous size difference of them, poked his chest. "Oh. Ooohhhh.... I guess I get it know." Ben chuckled and whispered "Jackpot." to himself. "And you're getting this exited just from talking with me?" Harold blushed "I'm sorry." Ben stroked the bulge in the dobermans pants. "You shouldn't be sorry about this, it's like a huge compliment." Harold moaned "Is it?".

But soon he found his poise again "You should better stop this now, where still in the middle of the street." Ben suddenly noticed that there were people around them again. He put his hand back, when a mother with a little boy on her had looked shocked at his hand stroking the bulge of the dog. "Gnah! I'm such an idiot." Harold patted his back. "It's okay, we sorta gut carried away I guess. We were talking about a lot of heavy stuff and all."

Harold stretched out. "Gotta go home now." Ben hugged him more tightly. "Please don't go away now. Why do you have to go already?" Harold shrugged "Dunno it's late." Ben whimpered. "You've plans for the evening already, haven't you?" Harold bended down on Ben's eye height. "No not really, I actually planned to go drink something with Stan and Marth, but I'm through with that I guess." Ben smiled "Please do me Harold." Harold blushed. "Ben that's sorta fast..." Now Ben blushed again and threw his hands on his face. "Gosh what did I just say? I mean please do something with me, like go drink something, or go to the cinema." He felt like he was about to die of shame. "I'm such an idiot." he mumbled. He shyly looked in the face of the silent doberman. His muzzle formed a wide smirk and Ben noticed his tail wagging. "Sounds both great." Ben couldn't resist know and gave him a short and shy kiss. Harold was so surprised that still bend down he lost his balance and both on were falling to the ground.

"Oh gosh, I shouldn't have done this." Ben stammered. "I's okay." Harold reassured him. "I'm just sorta exited" Ben stammered. "Yeah I noticed that." Harold answered, pointing at Ben's skirt, which was lifted by his erection. He quickly pulled his cock in his pink panties again, so the bulge was less obvious. "I bet my face gotta be red like hell the whole time." Ben confessed. "Yeah, but that's cute." Harold hugged him. "You're not making it any easier." Ben complained jokingly and giggled. Both of them where standing up again. "So drinking or cinema?" Ben asked. "It's not that late, only 5 o'clock. We could do both. I guess some movies will start in about half an hour. Enough time to get there." Ben smiled. "Great." He nodded and the to went on their way to the cinema.

They both kept silent for a while, but then Harold noticed that Ben looked sorta puzzled. "Is everything okay cutie?" Ben sighed. "I think my mom is sort of going to flip out." Harold tilted his head questioning "Why so?" Ben sighed again. "I planned to be home soon and in normal clothes, before she's getting back from work. You know? She doesn't know I like to wear this kind of stuff. And that I'm gay and all. And shes not exactly used to me going out with friends, because I sorta don't have any." Now Harold sighed. "Wow that's sorta heavy. Are you sure it's okay when you stay out long?" Ben slowly waggled with his tail. "Oh probably not for her. But I just don't care anymore. Sure she'll be a little sorrowed, but her little boy is growing up and wants to have some fun. I'll write here a short message and turn off my cellphone because otherwise shes gonna be annoying me soon." He typed on his cellphone 'Hey mom I just met someone in the city and we are going to the cinema and maybe drink something. I'll probably be home back late.' Harold bend down and looked over his shoulder. "I think you meant her little girl." Ben blushed. "That's like really cute of you Harold." Harold smiled. "I sort of figured you might like getting called so.

"Uhm say. Are you a... what was the word... transsexual?" Ben shook his head in disapproval. "I'm not. That's not the reason I'm wearing this stuff." Harold nodded. "But then why do you do this? I'm just curious, if you feel uncomfortable talking 'bout this that's all okay." Ben shook his head again. "No it's okay. It's just something sexual." he blushed a little again, while he kept talking. "I just feel hot in this kind of clothing. And getting called things like 'cute girl' somehow does arouse me too, at least when I fantasize about this stuff. You know, beside you no one ever did. I don't even really have an idea why I feel this way about this stuff. Oh... and also I have some fantasies involving skirts" And while saying the word 'skirt' he curtsied. "But I'm entirely comfortable with being identified as boy and having the parts I have."

Harold nodded. "That's good for you. I mean being comfortable with your body and all. Say what would you like being called?" Ben took a while to think. "Well actually I sometimes fantasize about being called a fag, or sissy or maybe even a slut." Harold raised his hands gesturing disapproval. "That's not what I meant at all." He blushed. "Then what?" Ben wondered. "I was talking about a name. A girl name." Ben laughed, a little ashamed of what he thought first. "You can call me Bethany, or just Beth." He felt strange about really using that name. Harold nodded. "Sounds beautiful... also I can't imagine why someone should call you a slut. Did you even have Sex at all?" the doberman asked. "Just because I didn't get laid so far that doesn't mean I can't be a slut." Bethany grumbled, but then moved near the dog, laid one hand on crotch and whispered "Should I show you how much of a slut I can be?" The dogs body tensed up instantly. "Beth please stop, you're sort of getting me exited again." Beth murmured "Guess our big doggie might be into dirty talk?" He asked him playful. "I don't know." the gentle giant evaded.

Beth hold his arm, signalizing him to stop for a Moment. "Lets find out then!" He ordered. "Here? How?" Harold didn't thought this was exactly a good idea. Beth gestured him to to bend down, because he wanted to whisper something in his ear. He stammered a little because he was ashamed of what he wanted to say. "I'm gonna ride cock till your unleash you seed in my belly, and even if I might blow you another day, today I'm make you cum in my ass again and again till your balls run dry and your cum is leaking out of my abused hole." Well now he really felt slutty. And it felt good. "Bethany... I'm not gonna ask if you just wanted to demonstrate something..." he gulped "or if your are serious about this. Cause if you'd say you are serious, I'd jizz in my pants right now." Beth chuckled silently. "Mission succeeded!" Beth joked. "Yeah very funny." Harold murmured, troubled with hiding the huge bulge in his pants. "Was that slutty?" Ben asked now playfully. "Pretty much the sluttiest thing I've ever heard someone saying. I guess I get while you enjoy this."

Beth chuckled again. "Oh talking dirty is like only half the deed of being slutty." Harold just nodded and gulped a little again. "There it is." Beth raised an eyebrow. "What?" Harold pointed over his shoulder. "The cinema." Beth chuckled a little. "Oh I thought you were still talking about jizzing in you pants." Harold blushed. "Uhm no. What kinda movie do you wanna watch anyway?" Beth shrugged. "I'm in the mood for some action." Harold coughed. "Okay whatever you want." They entered the building. While looking at a board with posters of all currently running movies Harold pointed at one of them. "Always wanted to see that one." Beth nodded. An action movie. "Sounds good." "I'd like to invite you if your comfortable with that Bethany." Harold said and laid his hand on the girly boys shoulder. "Ohh your so cute. Okay the movie starts in about half an hour. It would great if you could get the tickets and some coke or something, cause I gotta go to the toilet. And don't wonder, it might take quiet a while." Harold gave him a puzzled face. "Why so? Everything okay with you?" Beth nodded quickly. "Yeah. It's just..." he chuckled playfully "... ya know? Girl stuff."

Harold scratched his neck nervously, while watching the cat boy go to the women toilets. He sort of planned to look after him, if he took to long, but there was no way he'd follow him there. After he got the tickets, drinks and some popcorn he placed himself at a table with all the stuff. Deciding he might as well kill some time with his smartphone. He noticed he got more than 20 short messages. He started to read them chronological. The first one was from Marth. Great. ''Fuckin fag. Gonna tell everyone your gay." Oh well Harold thought. Next one. Marth again. "Did just put a picture of you 'n little Ben laying on the streets on Facebook. Has already more than 100 comments." Fuck when did he make this photo? Was he spying on them?" next one, again Marth. "I fuckin hate you ass pirate!1 I'm gonna destroy your life." Harold was curious how he planned to do this. Marth must have been drunk for sure.

The next massage was from Stan. "God Harry I'm so sorry for this, I tried to talk sense into Marth, but this prick just broke my nose. You okay when I call the cops on him? I just wanna end this madness. Gonna call them its causofma nose." He answered this one. "I don't care about what hes doing. If you want to call the cops on him that's your decision. But thanks for trying to talk to him. I'm sorry for you nose." Next Message. His mom. "Why didn't you tell me you have a new boyfriend?" He didn't know about that one. Seems some rumors are spreading pretty quickly. But well, his mom was kind of a Facebook freak, so no wonder. Next one from his sister "Please tell he me he has a brother who's also cross-dressing and single. Please! I want one too!" Harold chuckled a little. He could have figured out she'd react like this. Next one's by Lucy from school. He wondered why shed should care about this, they barely knew each other. "Harold please tell me this is not true! I had a crush on you for ages, and now it turns out your gay? That sucks! Please give me a chance!" Harold sighed "Oh well. This sucks pretty bad. Poor girl." he whispered to himself and send her a message that he's sorry for her and she'll sure find some great guy one day.

Oh, the next one is from Randal. "Congratulations! Good catch I guess. Hope we can have some 'fun' again anyway. Threesome would be rad too." Harold wasn't sure how to feel about this one. The next message was written by his ex girlfriend. "Is that a herm too or just a guy in girl's clothing? You sure don't like to date 'normal' people do you =3 ? I'd tap that soooo bad. Bet he's tight as fuck. Would be hella cool to get a turn before you break him." Harold could just shook his head. That was even worse than what Randal had written. Next one was from his Mother again. "Harold is this Boy even legal anyway? He looks pretty small in comparison with you. And even if he is, be gentle and make sure you won't hurt him." Harold rolled his eyes and answered the message. "Yeah ma, he's legal. He's even a little older than me. And we're not exactly a couple yet. I know him from school but we sort of just really met. This stuff on the net is nothing but rumors." There was another message from Marth, but it was nothing but gibberish. And another one from Stan "Hey you know Marth has put a photo of you and Ben on facebook? And now he's freaking out because everyone is like giving like super supportive comments and saying what a cute couple you'd make and stuff like that. It's sort of hilarious. Even if it's somewhat hard to chew for me too, but I guess I'll get over it. Still friends bro. " Harold smiled.

The next one was from an unknown number. "Here is Bens mother. If you he's with you tell him he'll come home right now. No discussions. AND DON'T DARE TO TOUCH MY SON YOU PIECE OF DIRT." Harold gulped. Holy shit. This was heavy. He deleted the message and pretended he'd never got it. He felt troubled, but decided that Beth deserved some fun. He took a deep breath and looked at the time. 10 minutes till the movie would start. Which means some more time to read some messages. "Sorry that was sorta rude =/ . I'm drunk ~_~ . Miss u boy <3. Why did we break up at all?!? </3" His ex-girlfriend again. Harold chuckled a little and wondered what Beth was doing and if they were really going to be a couple. The remaining messages we're just some more or less supportive comments from random people he hadn't much to do with at all. His faith in people felt restored after the argument with Marth. Well, he didn't bother much 'bout the reactions of his sister, Randal and his ex-girlfriend. These were just pervert, but otherwise nice people. 5 Minutes before the movie started Beth came out of the toilet. He looked a little exerted but smiled and jumped in Harold's Arms. Harold assumed he has been masturbating furiously while he were on the toilet. At least he smelled a little like he did, but at the same time like he was still pretty exited. "Everything okay? The movie is about to start." Beth nodded .

Harold noticed how easy it was for him to carry the little Boy and lifted him into a more comfortable pose. Beth made a cute noise in surprise but than purred. It felt great to get carried by these strong muscular arms. He snuggled against Harold, who just smiled down at him and wagged his tail. Harold handed Beth the popcorn and the drinks. When he entered the hall and were asked for their tickets he even managed to carry Beth with only one arm for a moment to get the tickets out of his pants pockets. The hall seats were pretty much empty besides some people scattered around the center. "Let's sit in the last row." Beth whispered and chuckled a little. "Why not taking a seat more in the front, we'll see much better?" Harold whispered back. "I'd sorta like to snuggle and I don't want people to see it." Harold nodded, smiling softly and carried him to the middle of the last row of seats, which was empty else wise. He put Beth down and sat down. They placed the popcorn on the seats beside them and the drinks into the provided holder.

Beth sat down on his lap and Harold blushed hard and coughed a little, noticing Beth wasn't wearing underwear under his skirt anymore. "You're really trying to seduce me little slut, don't you?" Beth purred and ground his bare bum on Harold's crotch who moaned instantly. He leaned back and Harold laid his arms around him. Due the enormous size difference between them both Harold could still easily see the screen. Currently the film hadn't started at all, still running commercials for other movies and also a bunch of seemingly random stuff. Beth was eating some popcorn and Harold started rubbing his belly and stroking his thighs, which made Beth purr constantly. The Film started. Harold kissed Beth's neck, which made him purr softly. "I'm so happy right now." Beth whispered. Harold tried to stay calm, but Beth's anus pressed on his crotch seemed to radiate an enormous heat. From time to time Beth purred silently while grinding on his crotch again. Soon his member was fully erected and Beth's buttcheeks were sandwiching the enormous bulge in his pants. Harold realized the he hasn't been able to follow the movies storyline at all. He felt a first wet drop of precum leaking in his pants, just when Beth took one of his hand, currently stroking Beth's tights and lead it under his skirt.

Both moaned softly when he began to caress his small kitty-cock and balls. Harold felt incredible nervous about doing something like this in public, afraid someone could notice them. But at the same time it made the whole experience incredibly exiting. As he started to jerk the kitten's meat he was stopped almost instantly, Beth leading Harold's hand further down to his hole now. The kittens sphincter felt strangely puffy on his fingers, unlike any such hole Harold had seen before. It seemed a little wet too. He gently pressed a finger on it, which made Beth moan again.

The kitten boy tensed his inner muscles and his sphincter seemed to be pressed towards Harold's finger, letting him slip in easily and pressing out some slimy fluid at the same time. Harold was shocked for a moment, especially because he thought it might be semen, but the smell told him it's really just lube and spittle. He noticed how easy it was to push a finger in the hole. He fingered the cat boy, soon adding one and then two fingers, making the boy moan silently. "Gosh you're one loose slut aren't you? Bet a could put my whole hand in there. I thought your a virgin?" Ben moaned loudly as another finger and a good part of Harold's palm had been inserted in his hole. He could swear somebody in the lower seat rows just looked behind, but assumed they didn't really hear anything strange. And it made him incredibly hot. "I am. I've just sorta been training." Beth panted. "Harold... I need your cock. Right now." He moaned. Harold felt his cock twitching, releasing another drip of precum. "Are you insane? Whe can't do this in here!" he whispered insistently, but Beth has been ignoring him, already opening his pants. Beth turned around and gave him a kiss, shoving his tongue deep in the dogs mouth and managing to pull the huge cock out of his pants at the same time. "Looks slightly too big for me." Harold nodded. The kitten tensed up again, pressing a good amount of lube out of his anus and onto his hand. He started cover the dogs meat with it while leaning over, whispering in his ears "You now? A little too big is just the perfect size for me." and impaled himself on the massive flesh spear.

Harold pressed his jaws together, deforming his loud moaning into some sort of deep distorted growl. In no time the kitten boy started to ride his meat and violently forcing more of it inside him. Harold watched how the masochistic boys skirt slowly got soaked with precum, arousing him even more. Just as the eager slut had managed to take his whole length he felt his knot slowly swelling and prayed the boy wouldn't do this to himself. He couldn't repress moaning and growling and needed his whole concentration too keep silent, as the boy seemed to not only moan softly but to actually groan in pain every-time he forced the thick meat completely inside him. But nobody noticed, since the movie got louder. Even as Harold's knot grew bigger and bigger he managed to tear it out and squeeze it in again a few times, till finally the knot got too big and he hadn't enough strength to push it in again. Harold, being on the edge of orgasm too, and unable to think clear anymore, laid his hands on the boys hips and pressed him down, letting the huge knot pop in again and driving them both over the edge.

Bethany buried his claws in Harold's arms, letting small streams of blood rush out soon. He filled the huge cock twitch and pulse inside of him, filling him with amounts of seed he'd never had dream of. The pain of the knot that has been forcing itself into him made tears run down his face. But he didn't notice this pain at all, because the orgasm he had right now was blowing away his mind. His skirt was laying on his rock hard cock, not in the way of the thick ropes of cum he was splattering all over Harold's pullover right now. The cock in his ass slowly stop to pulse, having shot all he got already. As their orgasms were wearing of they slowly started to become conscious again. And whit that they started to notice the pain. Beth's hands relax and he removed his claws out of Harold arms. They breathed deep for a while, tried to calm down again. Beth had trouble, because the huge cock and knot in his ass started to feel uncomfortable. His legs shivered in exhaustion. He tried to get in a more comfortable position. "Sorry for knotting." Harold stammered, still feeling a strong aftermath and Beth's heat around his cock. Beth moaned. "Thanks for knotting... this was... this is absolutely incredible." he moaned again as his inside cramped around the huge cock. His own cock was still dripping.

"Sorry for ruining you pullover." Beth wispered. Harold kissed him on the head. "It's okay. Now it has character." he joked and they chuckled a little. "Let's hope my knots going soft, before the movie is over." Beth blushed. "Oh gosh." he whispered. "It's okay, even worst case: we get to jail a couple of days for public indecency... this was so fucking worth it." Harold said an muttered softly. Beth chuckled nervously. He hadn't thought a lot about the consequences this stunt could have and this wasn't a moment where he'd like to think over it. The knot inside him got more uncomfortable and he whimpered a little. Harold noticed this and gave him a deep kiss. Beth seemed to instantly relax again. "Might be better to turn you around now Bethany." Harold whispered. He lifted Bethany's legs and rotated him around, still knotted, till he was looking at the screen again. The turning, slightly curved member inside of his ass gave Beth a new sensation and he experienced an unexpected second orgasm. "Everything OK little one?" Harold asked. "I just sorta came again." Harold grinned. All the cum and lube on his fur and clothing started to feel all sticky. It was really not easy for Harold to calm down, cause the cat boys inside pressed on his cock and sometimes even seemed to massage it. "We're not gonna be able to hide all these cum stains, are we?" Ben shrugged. "Let's just wait till everyone has left the hall and then move out and then lets try to wash ourselves and cloth on the toilet. Maybe even in the baby change room, there we'd at least won't be disturbed." Harold nodded. "Good idea." For the rest of the movie Harold caressed Beth to make him more comfortable with the foreign object in his guts.

The knot slowly shrank more and more. "Fuck there's the credits already." Harold whispered. "It's okay. I think your knot is small enough to get it out now." Beth whispered back. He slowly pulled himself up. He had to press his inside against the cock and completely relax in order to remove the knot, but if he wouldn't tense his sphincter again at the right moment he'd splatter Harold's lap with a large amount of cum. The knot popped out and he tensed his sphincter, slowly letting slip out the rest of the huge member. "Gosh I feel empty now. Besides all cum I mean." His anus felt loose and it was pretty hard for him to prevent the cum from leaking out. As he stand up his legs felt weak. Harold stuffed his dick away and zipped his pants, stand up and took the coke and the popcorn they barely had touched at all. Bethany leaned onto him end they hugged each other in a way that nobody could see all the cum stains. They had made quiet a mess on the seat too. After everyone left the hall, and locked in the baby change room to clean themselves.

"What was that movie about at all?" Beth asked. Harold shrugged and dabbed cum stains from his pullover with scrunched paper towels. "I really have no idea." Bethany chuckled. "Than we should do it again." Harold raised an eyebrow and put out his pullover to wash out the his blood from sleeves. "Watch the movie again or have rough sticky mansex in the last row of a public cinema?" Bethany just purred, while he was drying the freshly laundered skirt under a hot air dryer. "Sounds both great if you ask me." They managed to wash their clothing to a level on which it at least wasn't obvious the stains on them were cum. "Do you still want to drink something Beth?" Harold asked, while they were about to head out the cinema. Beth nodded. "You now, everyone with a halfway good noose will smell what we did?" An employee gave them a mean look while they've been leaving the baby change room. Beth shrugged. "I don't care. I mean you're huge and beefy and all, and even if it's obvious we're fags, I doubt' anyone would really want to have an argument with you." Harold laughed and wagged his tail. "That's some sort of a compliment, isn't it?" Beth nodded and smiled happy. Harold took his hand. "So were do you want to drink something?" Beth tilted his head. "I have no idea, unless... do we have a gay bar in this jerkwater town?" Harold laughed. "That would be the peacocks. And I think Bitterwall is somewhat to big to be called a jerkwater town."

So both of them headed to their great adventure at the GAY BAR, holding hands and all.