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"I am going to wring his neck." Clyde thought as he glared out the dirty passenger side window. "I'm going to kill him, then bring him back to life and kill him again."

The raccoon could feel his blood pressure slowly rise as he did everything he could to tune out the driver beside him, tossing a venomous glance to the big horn ram as he kept going on about his wild college days.

"I will never, ever let Morty try to set me up again!" Screamed Clyde inside his own head as he feigned interest in whatever the over grown sheep was rambling on about now.

The night has started so nicely too. The ram had been prompt, seven like he had been told by their mutual friend and matchmaker, even showing up with a bouquet of flowers. Granted, Clyde could tell they were from the drug store down the street but, the gesture had been terribly sweet. Unfortunately, the night only went downhill from there.

The raccoon was a more than a little surprised when they pulled into a diner. Instead of a proper restaurant with fine silverware and crystal glasses, the raccoon was given run down booths and a foul mouthed waiter. The food was palatable, if a little greasy, but the worst part of the meal was sitting across from the ram as he gorged himself. Never had he seen salad eaten in such an unsettling way.

Next was the movie. Clyde had wanted to see a deep, psychological thriller, while his date wanted to see the latest mindless action flick. Fortunately, the raccoon had won the small disagreement, however he could scarcely enjoy his victory with the ram sighing heavily, checking his phone then sighing again throughout most of the movie. Clyde never saw the last half hour, instead opting to leave early instead of suffering though anymore of the ovine's annoyance.

It was still rather early in the night when the ram suggested a walk in the cool, night air. It was easily the biggest mistake the raccoon had made all week. Clyde couldn't frown any harder as he heard the ram drone on about his drunken college antics and all the crazy and borderline homoerotic things his fraternity would do.

"Big, bloody surprise, he was a dumb frat jock." Thought the raccoon, as he tried to steer their walk back around to the ram's car so he could end this night as quickly as he could.

Eventually, and much to Clyde's relief, he saw the outside of his apartment, the softly lit lobby never looked so inviting. It took every ounce the raccoon's will to not throw open the car door and sprint inside, never to see the irritating ram again. Instead, he turned to the ovine with a forced smile.

"Tonight was... fun, Danny." Clyde said kindly, four years of theater paying off. "I'll have to give you a call sometime."

"Not gonna invite me up? I heard you had a pretty decent little bar tucked away." Queried Danny, leaning back in his seat slightly with a cocky smirk.

Clyde fought not to scowl at the ram and instead chuckled coquettishly then spoke. "I fancy myself a gentleman, so I'd rather not on the first date."

"He said you would say some bullshit like that." The ram snorted, his strong hands reaching for his belt. "Said If I showed you this, you would loosen up."

Before Clyde had the change to counter the strange accusation, Danny loosened his fly and tucked his hand down into his underwear. Even in the dim street light, the raccoon silently held his breath when Danny casually flopped his manhood out in the open. The dark flesh was still soft, however it was easily longer and thicker than Clyde's own cock when he was fully erect. The raccoon groped for words as he stared down at the ram's huge endowment, shifting in his seat as he fought of the desire to touch it.

"Yup, also heard you were a huge fuckin' size queen." Danny said, gripping the base of his flaccid shaft and giving it a few shakes. "Gonna invite me up now?"

Clyde just slowly nodded, not realizing what he had done until after the ram tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped up once more.

"Listen, I don't know what Morty might have told you-"

"He told me enough, he told me how much you whimper and whine for him to fuck you when it's been a rough week, he told me how last time he visited you sucked him off for an hour, and he told me that if you get mouthy that I should say 'Shut up kit, or my cock is going in someone else tonight.'" Grunted Danny."

"No!" Spat Clyde without thinking, cringing from his own reaction, and the thought of the ram fucking someone that wasn't him with a member that impressive. "You... Can come up."

Danny only grinned, tossing his door open and waiting for the raccoon to do the same. "Lead the way then."

The raccoon moved quickly, slinking out of the car and into the apartment's lobby, barely acknowledging the doorman as he made it to the elevator in what seemed like record time. Clyde subconsciously hoped and worried that the ram wasn't behind him however, once the silver elevator doors slid open and he turned around, he was greeted by the sight of Danny's broad chest only a few inches away from his nose.

"Do you have to be so close?" muttered the raccoon, reaching behind the ram to tap the button for the tenth floor.

"Touch it." Danny rumbled, totally ignoring Clyde's question.

"What?" Clyde took a single step back, feeling the safety railing against his lower back as he looked up at the tall ovine.

Danny merely motioned downward with his head, a sly smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. Clyde's gaze drifted downward instinctually until he found what he was ordered to touch.

The ram's jeans were loose, however a thick mass stretched the fabric of his left pant leg taught. The breath caught in Clyde's chest, unable to tear his gaze away while he made rough estimates about the length that went half way down the ram's thigh.

"Go ahead, cop a feel." Said Danny, leaning his hips toward the raccoon with a full blown grin plastered on his muzzle.

"There's cameras in here." Groaned Clyde while his hand moved all on its own. He placed his fingertips against the hidden cock, the heat radiating from it causing his fur to stand on end.

"So? Get your hand around it." The ram ordered this time, watching the racoon's shaking digits recoil before reaching out once more. Slim fingers curled around shaft followed by a soft moan, the raccoon shuddering softly as he gave the hardened flesh a tentative squeeze.

Before the ram could say anymore, the elevator chimed as they reached their floor, making Clyde jump violently and yank his hand to his chest. Danny only gave a deep chuckle, grasping the raccoon by the back of the neck to guide him out of the sliding doors. Clyde fished his keys out of his pocket as they approached his front door, stifling a gentle moan as he brushed over his own ignored erection. He pushed his keys into the lock and turned them, opening the door enough to have the ram shove him though the entry way.

The raccoon stumbled before catching himself, shooting a glare back at Danny, a glare which quickly withered under the ovine's hard, commanding stare.

"Get in your room and strip, I want your tail lifted when I come in there. I'm gonna make a drink." Danny ordered, his tone casual like he had said that same thing a hundred times that week.

Clyde nodded, but the ram was already seeking out his kitchen. He felt light headed as he wandered to his room, not minding to turn on the light on his way in. He did exactly as the ram told him to, unbuttoning his shirt, then loosening his belt, kicking off his shoes and socks before finally removing his pants. The sight of his silk clad cock greeted him, frowning softly as he saw a glistening bead of precum dribble though his boxers in the dim light.

The raccoon was furious at himself, his weakness specifically. The ram was a complete asshole and was awful on the date, the second he showed off his endowment, Clyde couldn't help but give in. He sighed and pushed his boxers down, his cock springing forth and tossing a few strands the pre though the air.

The delicate sound of ice against glass made the raccoon move swiftly, propping himself up on his bed and gripping his favorite sheets, already knowing that they would need thorough cleaning after Danny left. He turned back toward the door as the ram entered, he was shirtless and holding a glass filled with the raccoon's whiskey.

"Didn't I say tail lifted?" Danny grunted before taking a sip, his free hand working at his pants again. The striped tail shot up instantly, exposing the raccoon's toned rump and the tight ring nestled between the two furry mounds. The ram growled at the sight, a sound Cylde didn't even know ram's could make, then set his glass down after another sip of the liquor to focus on his fly.

Clyde whimpered as if he hadn't seen the Danny unsheathe that weapon of a cock just minutes before. Even in the muted light he could see the veins pulsing as the tool hardened with each of the ram's heartbeats. Somewhere in the back of the raccoon's mind, he could the refer to the process as 'pretty' but he knew better than to open his for something like that.

"Can I suck it?" He muttered instead, the proud and self-important raccoon letting his ego go for pure submission.

"Nah, Later maybe." Danny answered curtly.

Clyde could feel his ears sink back and his head lower from the denial, silently watching the ram's cock bob and sway with each step over to the raccoon's nightstand and open the first drawer.

"Keep your lube close by huh? Slut." Mused the ram aloud as he picked up the bottle, flicked it open and upended it, drizzling the cool fluid directly onto his cock. Clyde was already worked up but, having to witness the ram coat his tool in preparation drew an involuntary groan from him.

Danny tossed the bottle beside the raccoon before he took up position behind him, the ovine gripping the stripped tail roughly before speaking. "You might wanna take a deep breath."

Clyde closed his eyes and took in a shuddering breath, or he at least tired to. He ram behind him had harshly rammed himself in deep the moment he tried to inhale, causing Clyde to choke and sputter as every inch of the thick length was forced inside him. Tears already began to form in the corners of his eyes, partly from the pain of having such a huge length reamed into him with little preparation and partly from the joy of having his ego wrecked and his true nature exposed for the bigger male to see.

"Thank you..." Clyde whimpered to the ram, his claws digging into his sheets as his tail flagged above him.

"Don't thank me yet, I haven't even started fucking." Said Danny with a calm snort. The raccoon was tight, on the brink of being uncomfortably so, however it was nothing that the ram couldn't fix with a little effort. Danny drew his hips back, slowly dragging most of his beastly shaft out of the raccoon who flexed and tensed to hold him inside.

"Greedy slut." Grunted the ram before bucking his hips back again, hammering what he had taken out back in again. Clyde trembled weakly, his head bowed and his eyes clenched shut as his tunnel was forced to stretch around the thick intruder.

Danny repeated the motion, drawing his cock out slowly only to swiftly thrust it back into the breathless raccoon, who only had the air pushed from his lungs once again. It was a steady and rough rhythm, beads of sweat already beginning to roll down Clyde's forehead.

"Slow... down." Clyde managed to choke out desperately , the words burning in his throat as much as the sensation in his overfilled tunnel, just much less pleasurable.

"What?" Danny hissed. "Slow down? I haven't even gotten a decent pace." The Ram made his point by slamming his hips against the raccoon's rump hard enough to fill the room with a loud and stinging slap. Clyde could only whimper as a few tears rolled down his cheeks, his lithe body tensing up as he felt the ram bottom out hard inside his unprepared ass.

Danny wore a predatory smirk on his face as he drilled into his quarry, the herbivore's hips moving at a brutal pace with each long thrust tugging more than half of his thick dick out of the poor raccoon, only to plug him with it again and again. He bred the raccoon deeply and consistently, the powerful ram not caring that the mewling male under him was begging him to stop or at least slow down, he was too close for that.

"Wait! Please, let me-" Clyde's plea was hushed by a strong hand effortlessly holding his muzzle shut.

"Shut up or else I'm gonna pull out and spend this load someplace other than your ass." Danny said with an eerily calm grunt, the ram's eyes closing as he continued to pump away at the raccoon's upended rump. Clyde whimpered and shook his head as much as he could with the fist holding his maw shut, showing his desired for ram's seed by clenching around the meaty intruder as hard as he could muster.

This was enough for the ram. With a mighty and deep bellow, Danny came, unloading heavy and thick gouts of cum into the over worked chute. Clyde could feel the length pulse as it was lodged deep inside, jerking hard with each new, impressive jet of cum. The raccoon squirmed, or at least he tried to in the rams strong grip, fruitlessly trying to nudge himself back onto Danny's cock in an effort to try and force his own climax. Mid-cumshot, Danny yanked him free of the raccoon's suckling ass, losing the rest of his seed in his thick ropes over Clyde's back and rump and well groomed tail.

"Mmh, I guess Morty was right, you're a bit stuck up but a pretty big slut when you find a big dick." Danny said with a shallow sigh, his climax tapering off to a lazy trickle.

The words stung but, only because Clyde knew they were true. "Can I still blow you?" It wasn't what the raccoon wanted to say however it's what came out as he turned his head to look back at the ram who's cock was still hard and dripping with cum.

"No, but I'll call you some time, maybe then." The ram spoke casually as he picked up the raccoon's shirt and wiped his manhood clean before tucking it back into his pants. Clyde whimpered and lowered his ears and tail, shame burning in his face as he resisted speaking up as the ovine simply left the room without a word.

A ragged breath left Clyde as he crawled into the middle of his bed to collapse. The raccoon's insides were tender and his outsides were sore, both of which received a large helping of ram seed. He was minutes away from letting his exhausted body rest before his phone rang.

He sprang out of bed and limped to his discarded pants, hoping so strongly that is was Danny he didn't even look at the screen.

"Hello?"

"You sound out of breath, and I guess the reason why Danny is texting me for you number means you two had a nice date?"

"You're an asshole, Morty." Clyde grumbled to the voice on the other end.

"So that means don't give him your number?"

"No! No...Please do."