FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long to make! I had some major computer problems, and I was waiting to get my data back. (Which hasn't happened yet.) The sex scene was much better in the orignal, but I had to rewrite everything. Once I get my data back i'll post the sex scene as a stand alone ^_^! And as always, the characters are mine! Please don't take with out permission!

Clothes littered the floor of Trent Fuzzners bedroom. They weren't in any kind of logical order. In fact, they were all discarded carelessly. Why were they needed when there were so many fun things you could do with out them?

Moans and purring rose up from the bed off to the side of the room. There was no light, except from the street lamps that managed to sneak around the curtains. That's all the two really needed. It was fun for them to grope and feel around for what they wanted.

Drunken, angry sex was Trent's favorite, and it seemed that it was Acara's as well. At the moment, the canine had one paw around the felines neck and the other inside of her, and she couldn't love it more. He really didn't think she'd go for it, she didn't seem like the submissive type to him. The musician couldn't figure out if it was really what she liked, or the alcohol, and he really didn't care all too much. He liked being dominant, so this was perfect.

The canine pulled his finger out of her after a moment then leaned down, sinking his teeth into the feline's neck. He felt claws puncture his back as the calico cat gasped and purred beneath him. They were both feeding off each others pain. Trent kept his mouth locked down on her flesh while he grabbed onto Acara's sides and dragged his claws up and down her skin, just enough to let some blood free.

"I'm sick of the foreplay," the canine growled into Acara's ear. He was getting antsy. Sure, he'd love to get a good blow job right now, but sex seemed so much better. "Lets skip this shit and just fuck." He had a drunken slur as he spoke. The musician pressed himself against her, moving his hand down to grab his cock. He brought it up to her entrance and moved it up and down her slit teasingly.

Acara couldn't agree more. She nodded her head eagerly with her drunken grin plastered to her face. "Stop teasing, just put it in!" She hissed back. The cat wanted sex just as much as the dog. In her current state she didn't care who Trent was, she just wanted someone inside her.

That was exactly what the Weimaraner wanted to hear. He took his dick and guided it inside of her. He let out a sigh as he felt himself enter the feline, she felt damn good. Acara moaned also, this time it didn't hurt. The two didn't wait to build up their movement. The moment they were connected they started to thrust against each other, hard. For Trent, it was probably the most carnal sex he had ever had. Teeth and claws met with flesh, blood flowed and mixed together. But no matter now extreme, missionary gets boring after a wile. It didn't take long for the pair to want to mix things up.

Acara felt a moment of dominance consume her. She grabbed the canine by the shoulders and rolled him over, pinning him to the bed. The feline sat up, dug her claws into his side and rode him. Her head arched back as she mewed and purred, loving how the new position made the dogs cock go deeper inside of her. This didn't last long either. Trent regained control, picked the calico cat up, pinned her face down to the wall and continued to fuck her. He pressed his body into hers and dragged his claws up and down her side, just enough to draw the slightest bit of blood. In a vampire-like fashion he brought his muzzle down to her neck and bit, causing a gasp of surprise from the feline. Trent could tell she liked it, he felt her shutter as he licked up the blood.

When the canine got bored of that, he sat down in a chair and pulled the cat on top of him. She straddled him and started to ride him, when he told her to stop. "Wait," he grinned, "we need some of this." On the table next to the chair was Trent's liquor stash. He grabbed a bottle with green liquid, Absinthe. Acara grinned, and willingly opened her mouth to drink some. The musician pulled the cork out and poured a decent amount of it into the cat's open muzzle, then did the same for his self. Trent saw his partner squeeze her eyes shut as she swallowed. "Strong shit," she nodded. "Something else." He reached out and grabbed a needle. Acara wasn't sure exactly what it was, but she was to drunk to protest. The canine grabbed her arm and simply pushed it in, not even preparing her for it. She winced, but whatever it was worked its way up to her brain quicker then she imagined. Trent took it out of her, and shot himself up, then tossed the needle back on the table.

"Oh my god!" Acara gasped as the drug took its full effect. Suddenly, everything in the room felt amazing. The feel of Trent's fur against her own sent tingles though her entire body. Laughing, the musician pushed the feline down on the ground and started to thrust slowly. Each movement caused a shockwave of pleasure greater then any orgasm the feline had ever had. It was paralyzing. Her body was so impaired from the sensations she was barely reacting to Trent. The canine didn't mind one bit, she was like a rag doll that he could do whatever he wanted with. The drug was affecting him to, but he was used to it.

He gave Acara a few minutes to get used to the drug before he started to thrust with full force. He wanted to come, now. The change in speed cause the feline's mewing to turn into full fledged moans. Trent's low growls mixed with her purrs and he held her down and fucked her. The drugs worked their magic on the canine, and with in minutes he was almost at the edge. He moved one paw down to cup and squeeze the cat's breast, then moved his muzzle down to lick it. Everything for him felt amazing to touch. He felt Acara shutter beneath him and grinned.

The feline was slowly starting to get her bearings. She began to move in time with the canine. This was exactly what Trent needed. A few thrusts were all it took for the musician to orgasm. He moaned and gripped the floor, riding it out and shooting his cum deep inside the cat. Feeling the warmth of it inside her set the feline off as well. She spasmed around the Weimaraner's member, her entire body shuttered and she clawed at Trent's back. Nothing in her life would ever compare to how good it felt.

When the high of the orgasms road off, the two lay there, panting. The last thing Acara remembered before she passed out was the dog above her grinning.

***

Acara felt like a nuke was just went off inside her head. The feline curled up into a ball gripping her skull from the sheer pain. Her tail stuck straight out and her fur stood up on end. This was the worst hangover in the history of hangovers. Not only did she have a headache, but the calico cat felt physically drained. She dared to open her eyes, but everything was blurry. "Never drinking again..." she mumbled to herself. Slowly, her vision started to correct itself. From the moment she could see straight, the feline wish she never opened her eyes. This wasn't her hotel room.

The feline forced herself into a sitting position. "Where am I?" She kept one paw on her forehead as she surveyed the room. She noticed her clothes were on the floor. "Mother fuc..." Her eyes went wide in horror when saw a familiar looking canine sleeping with a stupid grin on his face. Acara screamed bloody murder.

"What the fuck?" Trent jumped up in the air when a high pitch shriek bashed against his ear drums. He made eye contact with the naked cat next to him. "Oh shit." The events of the night before came flowing back to him, for once he remembered everything. "Uh, hey Acara," he said stupidly.

"What did you do to me?" Acara hissed with enough venom in her voice to kill. Unlike the canines golden memory, she couldn't remember a thing. Her back hurt, there was a small bloody spot on her arm, and there was blood marks all over the sheets. "What the fuck did you do?" She didn't care that she was naked. The feline stood on her knees in the bed with her claws out and ready to attack.

"Holy crap! Calm down!" Trent had a hangover also, and all the noise was killing him. He looked the cat over and noticed all the blood in her fur; he must have really gotten into it last night. "We... we fucked," he said it like it was obvious. "You were more then willing, you..."

"I was DRUNK!" Her eyes seemed to glow green with her anger. She inched forewords, he claws were seeking the canine's blood. "You took advantage of me, again! That's why you wanted me to get drunk wasn't it? 'Oh! Let's fuck with the stupid pussy cat?'" She growled in a mocking tone. Acara couldn't remember a time where she was this angry.

The Weimaraner was genuinely scared. He could see those glistening claws moving closer to his fur. And what did she mean again? Trent backed up to the edge of the bed. "Now, c'mon Acara! It was all just fun, I didn't mean anything by..."

"Exactly!" The feline cut him off. He had no idea what this did to her. She lusted after him since she was a teenager. And it hurt knowing her idol for so many years would just use her and then throw her away. "Exactly..." She repeated herself, but softer. She had to get out of there. The claws went back into her paws and the feline turned around to put on her clothes. The canine watched curiously, not sure what the enraged cat would do. When her clothes were on, Acara took a quick look in a mirror. There was scratch marks all over her body, and blood caked to her fur. The calico cat looked like she had gotten into a bar fight. She turned to look at Trent one last time. "I hate you." The words slapped the dog in the face, hard.

The dog wanted to respond, but she was out the door the moment she hissed those three words. Trent sat there for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts. "I need a drink," he finally sighed.