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PERIT HIGH

Chapter 5 - Party

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"Thanks for the help, Zane." Jesse said to the pale leopard as he stood back to admire their handiwork. The two brothers had cleared out the basement in just a few dozen minutes. This was exceptional - Jesse had budgeted an hour for this task and they were done in a fraction of the time. Jesse let out a sigh of relief as he slumped against the wall and rested.

It was Saturday morning, and the last few days had breezed past in no time at all. Jesse was very excited for this evening; he had invited a decent number of furs and was eager to initiate that party atmosphere. He was expecting Harry to turn up soon to help set up the room with tables and speakers. It would be good for Harry and Zane to catch up too: they needed to talk about their next gig - Jesse didn't even know where they were playing next.

Zane was exhausted too, and laid on the floor with arms and legs sprawled out. "Alright, what's next?"

"Wait for Harry, I guess. He's bringing his deck for the music and he'll want to help decide where to put the speakers." Jesse replied. He was lucky he didn't have to think about that too much; he was more concerned about where he could stash the mattresses for anyone who wanted to stay the night. He couldn't leave them out in this room because guys would be dancing, drinking, and generally being active. He didn't want to cover his bedroom floor with the mattresses either; he needed a clear path laid out for his guests to the bathroom and his ensuite was the best choice.

Their parents were attending a charity event that evening and had told the boys they were happy for them to have people over as long as their guests were not too loud after midnight when Anne and Tom expected to be home. Jesse knew that it would take a monumental amount of noise to me made for anything to be heard upstairs once the door was closed, but all the same he would turn the music down a bit when his parents got home.

"Who did you invite?" Jesse asked his brother.

"Kyle, Alex, Jack. You remember Jack?"

"Uh... he's the tiger, Yeah? The one you f-"

"YEP that's him." Zane interrupted his younger brother before he could finish that sentence. "We're still good friends. If you recall, he is a huge fan of our band. Anyway... I thought he might be interested to meet the new additions to our band. I really want to hear you and Tyler sing together, by the way."

Jesse smiled inwardly. Only yesterday he and Tyler had blown away their music teacher with their rendition of Clarity by Zedd. They found it surprisingly easy to arrange songs to fit their echoing duet style. Jesse and Tyler's voices simply fitted together in a way their teacher had never heard before.

"We'll see how Tyler's feeling tonight. We might crack out the drunken karaoke." Jesse joked. Zane smiled and sighed "Break time, then. Want anything from the fridge?"

"No thanks." Jesse said as his brother got up and headed upstairs, padding heavily on each individual stair. Jesse was left alone with his thoughts for the moment. The last few days had been a wonderful blur: Tyler and Will were integrating really well into the group, classes were a breeze, and he was feeling extremely positive about the future. Being with Tyler was ... surreal. The husky continued to surprise and amaze Jesse with every minute they spent together; every new thing he discovered about Tyler made the leopard love him even more. It almost scared Jesse how perfect his new boyfriend was - even his shortcomings were flawless and beautiful.

Life doesn't get better than this.

Jesse surprised himself that he was happy to wait for the right time to make love to Tyler. Despite the several times the two had been intimate alone together, they seemed hesitant to rush into sex. If this were a typical relationship for Jesse, he would be annoyed by now that he hadn't been laid yet. With Tyler it was different. He really cared about ensuring Tyler was happy at all times. It was more important than his own happiness, even his wellbeing that Tyler was happy. He was waiting for the right moment, when Tyler would be in the right state of mind to appreciate how much he cared. Then he would give the husky his sweetest love.

Jesse sighed, thinking about what Tyler had said yesterday at lunch.

***

"I've never really been to a party before. Like one with drinking and stuff." Tyler said flatly, staring at his drink can. Everyone at the table fell silent and looked at the canine.

"What, like ever?" Gary asked, incredulous. Tyler elaborated to make his position clear "I've been to small get-togethers when I was fourteen or fifteen but not to any kind of big party where people have been drinking."

Jesse felt obligated to reassure his mate "It's just the same as any other party, hun: it's just a bunch of people getting together to have fun and enjoy the company. You don't need to worry about anyone's expectations." Tyler smiled weakly at the reassurance, but remained pensive and distant. Ben seemed to sympathise with Tyler's situation and added to Jesse's words "Honestly Tyler - just relax and you'll have a great time. The booze is just there to help us have fun. It's no big deal."

Tyler gave the group a passable smile and changed the topic "So, someone said something about a road trip in the holidays?"

***

Jesse had tried to empathise with Tyler in this issue but was having difficulty seeing how the party was anything to be worried over. It didn't make sense to Jesse that Tyler would be shy about going to what was a typical party, but then again he didn't know anything more than what Tyler had chosen to tell him about his life in his hometown. He guessed it could've been a bad experience with alcohol or something like that deterring Tyler from the idea.

Before he could consider the matter anymore, he heard the familiar revving and downshifting of Harry's Kawasaki as the otter pulled into their driveway. He jogged up the stairs to go greet his friend and play-punched his brother on his way past. "Harry's here!" he chirped to Zane and opened the front door to let the short fur into his home.

"'sup, boys?" Harry greeted the two leopards as he strode through the front door, bags in each paw. He looked to be under a considerable amount of physical strain holding the bags but when Zane offered to take them he refused "Nah, nah. It's fine. I've got it. I brought my stuff for tonight for the music and like clothes and shit. I got Ben's stuff too so where can I dump all this?"

Jesse gave him a questioning look, surprised the otter could carry all of that while on his bike. "Where did you fit all that?" he asked. Harry simply smiled in reply and walked to the stairwell, already knowing where he would toss his bags. The brothers followed him down the stairs and revealed their handiwork: the basement was completely clear; save for several folding tables and heavy tower speakers in the corner.

"Sweet, let's get to it!" Harry said cheerfully while Jesse and Zane exchanged exhausted looks. The three did their work and within the hour the basement was transformed into the perfect venue for a teenage party. Tables were arranged against one side of the room with two couches occupying the opposite side, and six speakers were spaced evenly between it all: leaving the centre of the room for a sizable space for furs to dance.

Jesse was once again impressed with their speed. The three sat down on one of the couches and let out a collective sigh of exhaustion. "Well I might just chill here for the day if that's cool." Harry started "Not much point going home and I brought a change of clothes for tonight so I'm all set. That also means Noah can take Gary, Tyler, Will, and Ben in his car and Ben saves needing to wear the leathers here."

Jesse and Zane grunted their approval of Harry's plan. Jesse finally said "Your brother will be happy. Cole messaged me earlier to say he's coming." Harry's expression tightened into a frown, revealing his displeasure about that statement. "Humph. OK."

Zane interrupted the otter's disapproving thoughts "So Harry, about that tuner..."

***

Tyler padded around his lounge room nervously. He wasn't feeling relaxed. He wanted to, but it simply wasn't happening for him. His stomach was twisted into a million knots and his face was pulled down into a frown. He knew tonight would be perfectly fine and fun, it was just...

No, don't think about it, we'll just get more anxious if we start going down that road.

Tyler shook his paws out, trying to cast off his nerves. It helped to think about Jesse: the leopard's gentle and kind nature was always calming and reassuring for Tyler. The husky sighed at the thought of that dreamy leopard and his tender presence.

He wanted Jesse, in any and every way possible. It brought him such joy to see Jesse happy. Tyler was eager to make love to the leopard but sometimes it felt as though Jesse was holding back: like he was waiting for something. Tyler was happy to wait until the end of time if it took that long for Jesse to feel comfortable enough to have sex with him. After all, Jesse had just come out of a badly-ending relationship; it wouldn't do Tyler any favours to push him into something he wasn't ready to do.

After yesterday's classes, they had shared a wonderful afternoon together at Tyler's apartment watching a movie and not really paying attention - more interested in sharing a cuddle and making conversation. Tyler wanted Jesse to turn the embrace into something more: he wanted to feel the leopard's desire in Jesse's paws as he caressed and explored the husky's body. Tyler wanted to feel Jesse's claws rake through his fur as he told him how much he wanted to fuck him - how much he needed to fuck him.

Tyler's pacing around the room stopped - he stood still and closed his eyes, picturing Jesse standing before him completely bare. The leopard's body was glorious but... he still couldn't picture Jesse's cock right. He had felt how big and thick it was several times when their cuddling became raunchy but he couldn't make out details through Jesse's pants. Tyler was exceptionally curious about Jesse's impressively-sized package. All the thoughts running through Tyler's mind about what he could do with Jesse's erogenous parts had caused a considerable reaction beneath Tyler's own pants.

He looked down at the tented track pants and smiled.

Relax, you say? I think I can do that.

Tyler padded through to his bathroom, stripping his clothes as he walked and leaving the limp fabrics in a trail behind him. He turned his shower on to 'hot' and pulled off his briefs to become completely naked, his erection springing free as he yanked the material down his legs. He smiled at his indulgence of such a base desire. He had already showered that morning and certainly didn't need to clean himself again, no - if anything he wanted to get a little dirty.

Once under the hot flow of water and each droplet was soaking through his fur he looked down to his loins: very much in a mood to comply with every command they sent him. His cock was fully erect and proudly displaying its fire engine red pigment. Tyler knew his member didn't compete with Jesse's in terms of raw size, but proportionally it was no meagre endowment. The tapered canine erection glistened in the natural light coming through the frosted window, the cock wet like the rest of his body. He breathed in and closed his eyes, bracing himself for that initial jolt he always got when playing with his boner. He closed a paw around the base of the bright red shaft and began to gently squeeze, pulsing his grip in synchrony with his cock's twitches.

The feeling was intense but familiar; Tyler wanted to change up the sensations and decided the best use of his free paw was at his rear. He pressed a finger up against his entrance and revelled in the anticipation of what he was about to do. He grinned and kept squeezing at his slowly-forming knot, each contraction sending bolts of electrical lust throughout his body and before he realised what he had done, his tail hole had swallowed half of that pressing finger.

He gasped at that feeling of being opened, which soon passed and was replaced with more pleasure - his ring relaxing at the invasion. He bit his lip and imagined it was Jesse's finger inside him, getting him ready and loosened for the fucking Tyler so desperately wanted. Tyler withdrew the finger and moaned, his tailstar begging to be filled again. He dove his finger back in again, brushing up against his prostate which caused a huge wave of pleasure to wash over him. Tyler panted and released his grip on his dick, wanting to devote his attention elsewhere. He knelt then fell onto all-fours under the constant steamy water flow. He withdrew the finger from his rear again and introduced a second to his hole, now trying to stretch himself for Jesse's cock. His free hand tweaked a nipple then travelled toward his backside to spread his sopping wet cheeks apart.

Tyler was a slave to his own fingering, pressing and prodding at his prostate, causing his erection to jerk and twitch. He wanted Jesse right now, he wanted the leopard to enter the shower and take him. He wanted that big feline cock to fill him up and rub against that spot that gave him such pleasure. His pace quickened as he returned a hand to his needing phallus. His knot was fully engorged and his hand was a blur up and down that slick shaft. Tyler imagined Jesse's paws on his rump, guiding his fat pole into the husky's tailstar. Tyler couldn't hold back his moans of pleasure as he felt his peak approaching.

With forceful jabs into his prostate, Tyler achieved his climax with a muffled yelp - His cock began shooting globs of thick doggy cum straight onto the shower floor. His furry balls emptied their load with four large shots, each one splattering on the floor with a wet smacking sound. Tyler groaned and whimpered at the feeling of cumming from anal stimulation. He badly wanted Jesse to give him that pleasure. He slowly withdrew his fingers from his hole and set about cleaning himself up, basking in what remained of his afterglow.

The husky dried his fur and groomed himself for the second time that day, and then checked the clock to see how much time he had spent pawing off.

4:40... shit, Noah and the guys are picking me up in ten minutes!

Tyler burst into action, flying around the apartment trying to find his clothes and the right scent to wear for the evening. He had a duffle bag with some clothes and things he would need for the night already packed on the couch and with a few additions to it, he was almost ready to go.

***

Jesse rubbed his eyes and flicked his ears as he took a break from the video game he, Harry, and Zane were playing. They had spent the past several hours talking about possible songs for them to play and playing games: all three were psyched for the party about to start and had definitely run out of enthusiasm for video games. They had intermittently brought things into the basement to finish setting up for the night and currently it was fully stocked with snacks and drinks. They had set up a large chest fridge in the corner for alcohol and already tossed in a bunch of beer and mixers.

Harry started "So how many-" but was immediately interrupted by the doorbell ringing. All three checked the clock: 4:50. It was a bit early but Jesse couldn't complain about someone being eager for the party to start. They climbed the stairs to see who was early, and Zane strode ahead of the others when he recognised the figures visible through the mosaic glass of the front door.

"Hey guys! Alex, Kyle, Jack - remember my brother Jesse?" he said indicating the younger leopard to his friends. "And Harry is a friend and our band's drummer." Zane then indicated the otter. Jesse and Harry smiled warmly to the guests: Alex padded over to the younger furs and shook their paws with a friendly pat on the back. Alex was a brown rabbit with clearly no reserved energy. He bounced everywhere he walked and appeared constantly chipper. Once he made his greeting to the furs he stood to the side of the hallway bouncing on his feet, not sure where to go from there. Kyle smiled at Jesse and Harry and gave a short wave to say 'hi', the Doberman appearing as a complete counterpoint to Alex's personality.

Jesse piped up before Jack could say anything "It's our number one fan! How's it going, Jack?" He and Harry were both pleased to see the tiger - Jack was an adorably shy feline most times, but when Jesse's band played he turned into the biggest groupie ever. He would be right up the front of the crowd at every one of the band's performances with a huge smile on his face.

"Hey guys." The tiger replied with a meek smile and a barely perceptible blush. The musicians were unaware of this, but Jack had an intense crush on every member of the band. He was extremely excited to get drunk with the band and maybe get some groupie action. He was holding out for a three- or fourway but would be thrilled to be banged by any one of those sexy band boys.

Zane led the entourage downstairs to the basement, making small talk with his guests. As they entered the basement, Harry went over to his equipment and started a playlist on a comfortable volume. Jesse grabbed a handful of beers from the fridge "Who can I start off tonight with a drink?"

They all started drinking and talking, building up the social atmosphere and within a few minutes the doorbell rang again. Jesse left the group to answer it and was greeted at the front door by a barrage of _hello_s and _hey_s. Noah had arrived with the guys. Jesse saw smiles everywhere and paws full of bags.

"Hey guys! You all know where your stuff goes. I'll get a few drinks out." Jesse said and led the group downstairs to the party. One by one Noah, Gary, Tyler, Ben, and Will each stopped by Jesse's room and dumped their bags in a pile. They all entered the party room and began talking with the other guests. Once Jesse had passed out a few drinks, he located Tyler in the modest crowd and pulled him aside.

"Hey pup, how are you today? Can I get you something?" Jesse asked, wanting to keep Tyler in a good mood for the night. The husky gave him a smile and said "Better now I'm here with you."

Tyler leaned into Jesse and gently brushed his lips against the leopard's, making Jesse blush and show him a toothy grin. Jesse didn't know what his friends had said or done to his lover to make him so relaxed, but he sure as hell liked it. He cupped a paw over the husky's white cheek and slipped an arm around the smaller fur's waist, pulling Tyler in closer. "You seem in a good mood." he purred into his boyfriend's black furred ear, giving Tyler tingles all over.

"Well the guys helped me realise that nothing bad's gonna happen tonight. I was just being silly worrying about the drinking." Tyler chirped happily.

"Honey, why were you worried? Most guys our age can't wait to get wasted. Did something happen to you?" Jesse asked, desperately trying to sound calm and consoling. Underneath, he was as worried as Tyler had been the previous day.

Tyler dropped his smile slightly, his muzzle now sporting a heartbreaking frown. "... Yeah. Well, not really but... when my sister was seven, my dad was driving her home from ballet practice. They were hit side-on by a drunk driver." The husky's voice sounded distant, disconnected. "Dad was fine - he suffered a little whiplash but nothing serious. Lizzie was sitting on the passenger side when the driver hit them and she lost..." Tyler swallowed before his voice broke "She was paralysed from the waist down. She lost her legs and it broke her heart."

"Honey, none of us are planning on driving anywhere ton-" Jesse started but Tyler held up a paw.

"Dad was devastated for the longest time. He blamed himself for the accident. It wasn't his fault at all, but he felt guilty for Lizzie's disability. He started drinking, I guess to numb the pain. He didn't hit any of us or anything like that but... it was heartbreaking to see him so demoralised like that. I guess I just associate drinking with that kind of depressed state." Tyler told his mate.

"Oh Tyler. Come here." Jesse instinctively pulled his lover into a tight embrace. "I'm sorry, I didn't know this kind of thing would bring up bad memories for you."

"No, it's fine Jes; this was all years ago and he's stopped drinking. It's something I've needed to get over for a while." Tyler reassured Jesse, not wanting to spoil the mood. It was true he needed to resolve his apprehension toward alcohol; he had just planned to get through it in therapy or something.

"Pup, if you aren't comfortable drinking or being around drunk people please let me know, I don't wanna ruin your night."

Tyler placed a padded finger over Jesse's lips. "What I'm saying is that I'm ready to get over it. I want to have a good time with my great friends and my sexy kitten." The seductive smile returned to the husky's muzzle. "Now let's have fun tonight."

Jack was listening to Alex yammer on about something vaguely related to ... he couldn't even pay attention to what the rabbit was saying while he was watching Jesse talk to a shorter husky. Their body language suggested they were very good friends: Jesse's arm was around the husky's waist and the canine had his own arms resting on Jesse's shoulders. They looked worried, or was that sadness? He considered going over there to find out who this unknown husky was but something about their expressions told him they'd rather not be disturbed.

"Alright, Jack?" Zane asked him, moving around the crowd to stand next to the tiger. Jack smiled at Zane's attention "Yeah I'm good, thanks. Who's that?" he asked, pointing at Jesse and Tyler.

Zane grinned, thinking Jack would light up at another band member to fawn over. "That's our new singer, Tyler. Don't worry, Jesse's not going anywhere, they apparently duet very well." Zane said the last part with a hint of nonchalance: he was still vexed he had not heard the two singers perform together.

"Why are they so... close?" Jack asked, watching Tyler and Jesse stare into each other's eyes, lips mere inches apart. The sight that intimate exchange twinged a jealous nerve deep in Jack's brain.

"Tyler is Jesse's boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?" Jack repeated incredulously. "What happened to Alan?"

"Okay that was ages ago, how have I not told you about that? Basically Jesse caught Alan sleeping around and they had this huge fight and... yeah." Zane explained. "Anyway, we've also acquired a bass player who should be around here somewhere..." He trailed off as Jack's eyes lit up at the thought of another hot band boy to check out.

"HEY JESSE, WHERE'S THIS SO-CALLED BASS PLAYER?" Zane shouted over the music to his younger brother. Jesse looked over to the older leopard and the fawning tiger next to him. Zane watched as Tyler whispered something in Jesse's ear that caused grins to erupt on both their faces. The couple walked over to Zane and Jack.

"Well funny you should ask, bro. He's right behind you." Jesse giggled. Zane turned and nearly jumped out of his fur when he realised Jesse wasn't joking. His face was inches from being buried in a shiny golden coat of fur covering a deliciously inviting collarbone. Zane slowly traced up the figure with his eyes, drinking in the exquisite sheen of the golden fur and every bone and muscle it covered. When his eyes arrived at Will's face, Zane wondered why he'd never banged an equine before. Will was... Hot. That kind of dirty, nasty hot that always suckered Zane into hitting on boys. The horse had an amused grin on his muzzle.

"That'd be me. Zane, I'm guessing? Kinda hard not to see the family resemblance. Shoulda guessed Jesse's bro would be a looker too." Will said in a drawl that forced Zane to blink in shock.

Oh my god, the fucking accent too? He is too hot.

Zane was still reeling from taking in this vision of equine sexiness. He extended a paw after taking a step back to regain some personal space. He didn't want this horse catching his aroused scent. Will took the paw in his hand and shook it firmly. "Don't talk much do ya? That's okay, I like 'em pretty and silent."

Zane shook his head to clear his mind, astonished how quickly he had lost control of the situation. "Hey! I'm not some tramp for you to ogle!" he protested, widening his stance in defiance.

Will grinned at the body language. This leopard was quite the hottie and he took his time mentally undressing him. Zane's body was just...nicer than Jesse's. Zane had that bit of softness over his muscles that lessened that aggressively-muscled look that would have matched Jesse. Will wasn't one to disregard any guy simply because of his body, but Zane was his type. "He speaks! What a bonus." Will teased. "Relax mate, I'm just havin' some fun with ya!" he added before the leopard's expression could turn sourer.

The equine realised he was still holding Zane's paw and gave it a squeeze before letting it go.

Is it right to want to fuck my new friend's brother? Do I need to ask Jesse permission or something first? Fuck, I dunno...

Will gave Zane a sultry smirk and said to Jesse "So there ya go: we've all met. Now let's figure out when we can jam."

"Ooh, ooh, can I come watch?" Jack eagerly volunteered, having kept his mental undressing of Will to himself during that conversation. Jesse and Zane both laughed loudly at the excited outburst, knowing exactly what was going through the tiger's mind. Zane nodded to Jack, and the tiger let a poorly stifled squeal escape his maw.

Noah glanced over to the hosts, who were laughing and nodding at something. They apparently didn't hear the doorbell ring, but Noah did. He left his boyfriend chatting with Zane's friends Kyle and Alex, and then went up the stairs to go answer the door. Jesse had told him earlier that he was expecting about two dozen furs to show up, including those Noah had invited. The bull reached to top of the flight and could see down the corridor a bunch of tall furs standing on the other side of the front door.

Must be the team. Awesome!

Noah reached for the front door and opened it to reveal a huddle of athletic males chatting and laughing in butch voices. The bear at the front smiled at Noah, baring numerous teeth.

"Yo big bull, whatup?" the ursine greeted informally, seeing Noah and holding up his paw, closed in a fist and expecting a fist-bump. Noah bumped the fist and stepped aside to let everyone in.

"Hey guys, party's downstairs so just go straight ahead and down those stairs there!" Noah said to the group of males walking through the door. "Cole, can I talk to you for a sec?" he said in a lower voice to the bear who had greeted him. Cole flashed him a questioning look and stood to the side next to the bull, letting their teammates through to the stairs.

"What's up, bro?" the bear asked.

"Did you hear anything from Coach Jennings? About rugby teams, I mean. We're down a couple of the guys who were put in Schae. Can we make up the numbers?"

"Coach didn't tell you? We're holding tryouts next week for those positions. If they survive you cleaning them up off the field, they deserve at least a reserve spot."

"Hah. Funny. Does that mean you're off the team, then?"

Cole chuckled and play-punched Noah's shoulder. They followed the rest of their teammates downstairs, and once they arrived Noah realised how big this party was becoming. Harry had switched up the music for something with a heavier beat that encouraged the partygoers to dance a little more vigorously, and Noah saw males grinding up against one another all around the room. He must have missed some furs arriving at the party, because he saw several guys he didn't immediately recognise. He looked around the room for his mate, eventually spying Gary leaning against a table and chatting with a similarly-sized tiger. Noah didn't recognise the striped feline, but headed over to his mate all the same.

"...should totally try it, though. You'll only get so many shots at it" Gary was saying with a grin as the towering bull approached.

"What kind of bad advice are you giving now, love?" Noah asked the cheetah, giving him his best mocking tone.

"I was just telling Jack here that Harry needs a good yiff to take his mind off things." Gary replied in an honest but jovial manner. The cheetah winked at Noah as obviously as he could, causing the tiger to giggle and nearly spill his drink.

Zane checked his phone for the time. It was already 8pm, but the night felt like it had only just started. He was nowhere near as drunk as he'd like to be and he had Will to thank for that. He was enjoying the lengthy conversation with the stallion, whose vibrant personality truly captivated him, and he wondered if Will thought the same about him.

Look, all we can do is lay on the charm and hope for the best.

Zane took in a deep breath and interrupted Will's humorous retelling of the time he tried to fit in Jesse's back seat. "Hey, so I was thinking... I'm hot, you're hot... why not be hot together someplace a little more private?" Zane asked in the best seductive tone he could manage. Will's expression changed to one somewhere between surprise, lust, and excitement. Zane smirked this time, confident he had taken the stallion by surprise. He pressed the advantage in the conversation "My bedroom's just there." and cocked his head in the direction of his room.

Will had been taken completely by surprise by the pale leopard's forwardness. He really wanted to accept the older fur's offer but was inexplicably paralysed. Zane's tone had been spot-on if his intention was to sensually tease Will - his mind was snapped out of his drunken stupor by the overriding demand of his loins.

"Hell. Yes." Will said as clearly as he could, and followed the leopard into his bedroom with a stupid grin plastered across his muzzle.

Once alone and Zane had closed the door, he jumped Will - his paws were frantically exploring the stallion's golden body. He could feel every muscle and sinew through Will's clothes, desperately wanting to kiss and lick every single inch of the equine form entangled with his.

Will was just as ravenous for Zane's body, eagerly kneading and massaging Zane's back with his thick fingers. Zane let out a soft purr at the relaxing touch and responded by nibbling at Will's neck. Both were surprisingly responsive to the other's involuntary body signals - great attention was paid to every moan and gasp and before the two knew what happened, they were shirtless and rolling around on Zane's bed.

Their kisses were not tender: they were aggressive, hungry, and insistent. Will didn't consciously realise how much he enjoyed Zane's aggressive making out, nor did he realise that behaviour was bringing out a drive within him to respond in kind. He pulled out of a kiss long enough to ask "Are you a top?"

"Yeah. You?" Zane responded breathily.

"I'm a top too, uh..." Will said through a mental fog, not being able to fully articulate his thoughts from the extreme lust overpowering him. "...I'm not, like, I've never taken it..."

Zane silenced him with another passionate kiss, making sure the stallion's tongue was fully occupied by his own. Zane knew exactly how to put him at ease and without another word spoken, he travelled his lips down the equine's solid torso, taking the time to stop and toy with Will's nipples which caused a whinny from the stallion. When Zane reached the horse's crotch he breathed in Will's excitement. It was a delicious musky scent that he savoured as he gently suckled on Will's bulge through his jeans. Zane was not disappointed in the least by Will's size, moaning between sucks "Mmm, want this."

Zane was driving Will crazy, the attention on his cock was almost too much to bear. Will moaned wildly and sat up to grab Zane's hips. He dragged the feline's lower half over to rest on top of his chest. Zane smiled and gave the horse the best angle to return the attention, pushing his hips up to let Will rip off his pants.

Zane slowly undid Will's jeans, teasing the horse as much as he could. As he removed the denim obstacle he noticed the stronger, heavier scent of Will's sex - every moment of smelling that sweet, musky odour drove the feline to want that cock more and more. When Zane peeled back Will's underwear, the horse's cock sprang forth fully erect and each of those ten inches ready for Zane's tongue.

Oh god, it's beautiful.

The leopard immediately smothered the huge pole with both paws and his tongue. He set about lubricating the entire length with his saliva; the job was made easier with the steady flow of precum dribbling out of Will's slit. Zane tasted that pre and was ridden of all his inhibitions. He sucked and licked at the giant dick with gusto, ensuring Will's whinnies and moans were well deserved.

Will was almost lost in the pleasure Zane was giving him, but desperately wanted to make that kitty moan around his cock. He stripped Zane's boxers down his legs and was greeted with a decently-proportioned feline prick. Will eagerly wrapped his lips around the head of Zane's cock and began flicking his tongue over his cumslit. Will's efforts were rewarded with a muffled moan and delightful vibrations all over his cock. He enjoyed the taste of Zane's pre and the texture of the feline's cock - soft nubs forming all over the shaft which Will made sure he lapped at thoroughly.

The feeling of his loins being sloppily attended to while he worshipped this huge cock was amazing for Zane. He was cupping Will's impressive balls, a similar jet black to the equine's cock, and trying his best to fit as much of Will's length down his throat as he could: the variety of sensations seemed to produce the best response from Will. The leopard could feel the horse's climax approaching as his balls pulled closer into the base of his cock. He slowed his pace, not quite ready for the stallion to pop just yet. Zane wanted to try synchronising their orgasms as close as he could. He knew we wouldn't have to wait long if Will kept doing what he was doing.

Will was pure animal as he bucked his hips up into Zane's maw - reflexively reacting to the intense pleasure radiating from his groin. His elongated muzzle could easily take Zane's entire length and he was lashing his tongue up and down the leopard's eight inches to glean helpless pleasured meows from the leopard. Zane was a slave to his muzzle just as Will was a slave to Zane's own maw. Will had gripped Zane's tail at the base and was lightly brushing a finger over the leopard's tight little tailstar. Zane evidently enjoyed it as his hips were wildly gyrating to anticipate the gentle brushes of Will's finger.

Zane realised he was about to cum too late to give the horse any warning. He felt that hot electric energy building up to a peak behind his cock and before he could even give anything but a muffled growl over Will's pole, he was emptying his balls into the horse's muzzle. He felt wave after wave of cum shoot into the equine's eager mouth and Will gulped down as much as he could.

Zane's cum tasted delicious to Will but all too quickly the leopard was filling up his muzzle faster than he could swallow. The salty fluid began spilling out of Will's mouth and onto the bed sheet. Zane's release was just the push Will needed to reach the tipping point of his own climax, and he felt a surge of pleasure rush through his member. He tensed every muscle as he bucked his hips forward into Zane's open maw, shooting ropes and ropes of sticky hot cum straight into Zane's throat. The leopard gagged and spluttered at the sudden filling of his throat. He coughed mouthfuls of cum back down onto Will's cock.

Zane was slightly disappointed in himself that he hadn't been able to take much of Will's cum, but he knew the horse would understand that he was just caught by surprise by the jets of sticky mess. His face was covered in stray splotches of horse seed when he looked back to Will, seeing that he too had failed to take in all of the leopard's jizz - dribbles of feline cum decorating the equine's muzzle.

"Oh man, that was fuckin' amazing!" Will said once he had regained his breath. Zane did the affectionate thing and snuggled in next to the stallion, licking his own cum off Will's face.

"That was pretty fun, wasn't it?" Zane agreed. The sex aside, he really connected with Will: they both enjoyed the same kinds of music, and they both enjoyed the other's sense of humour. Zane wondered for a moment if he should entertain the idea of being exclusively intimate with Will. He didn't know how Jesse would feel about him poaching his younger brother's friend for a mate.

Ah well. We'll talk about it in the morning.

After sensually cleaning each other's faces, the two furs fell asleep to the hard and thumping bass line emanating through the bedroom door.

Ben checked his phone to remind himself of the time. Harry was over by the drinks fridge chatting to some tiger and he thought it best not to disturb them - they appeared to be in a very deep and engaging conversation. The otter sighed and looked around the room. The only fur he really wanted to talk to was in the middle of a group describing something that amused his friends. Cole was a complicated subject for Ben: he had an on/off relationship with the bear and Harry complicated things like he always did - his brother didn't like Cole for some reason unknown to Ben. But his brother was busy right now.

Ben strutted up behind the bear, his courage augmented by the alcohol in his system, and tapped on his shoulder. Cole turned around and looked down to Ben, a smile breaking out across the ursine's face.

"Hey, you." Cole said, trying to sound casual in front of his friends.

"Hey yourself, could I borrow you from your friends for a moment?" Ben asked slyly. The bear nodded and followed Ben over to a secluded corner of the room out of earshot of anyone else.

"How's everything? We haven't really caught up since..." the otter trailed off

Since you fucked me senseless.

Cole tilted his head. "Oh yeah... well I've been pretty busy lately but hey - we're here now." He said cheerfully, unaware of Ben's intentions. "So I'm pretty goo-" Cole stopped himself when he felt something on his leg. He looked down to see Ben's paw rubbing along his inner thigh. He looked to the otter, surprised at Ben's forwardness.

"Yeah, we're here now." Ben breathily intimated to Cole, scooting a few inches closer to the ursine athlete. Ben's eyes communicated unadulterated lust as he gazed longingly over Cole's muscled body. The bear couldn't help but notice Ben's desiring look and it turned him on: seeing the cute boyish fur adore his body was incredibly flattering and more than a bit erotic. Cole felt his face flush and his heart begin to beat faster as he became aware of what direction this exchange was going.

"Well... what uh, what's up? Dare I ask?" Cole said, his initial shocked state yielding to a more playful mood that Ben always brought out in him.

The otter grinned at Cole's question, not intending to hold back on his own playful comments at all. "Oh, well since you ask... I'm hoping you will be soon." Ben rested his paw at the top of the bear's thigh, dangerously close to Cole's stirring loins. His grin was going nowhere as he watched Cole's expression change to reflect how much he was enjoying their foreplay. Ben continued "'Cause I'd_love_ to show you what I can do with that. I'm sure you'd love to show me what you can do with it too."

"Ooh little otter - you want it bad, don't you?" Cole teased.

"Uh-huh big bear," Ben replied, leaning over to rest his head on Cole's shoulder "I really do. Are you gonna give it to me?" His verbal foreplay would have been enough to get Cole rock hard right then, but Ben wanted to be sure he got the full effect, so he teasingly hovered his paw over Cole's bulging package - lightly caressing it with his fingertips barely enough that could be called touching.

"Oh sweet fucking Christ you know how to make a guy hard." Cole moaned, almost pleading Ben to end the teasing with his tone.

"Ha ha. You know what I want, grizzly." Ben cooed into the bear's ear, extremely tempted to nibble on the appendage. He let his paw rest fully on the hard member; he knew it was fully engorged and straining against the fabric of his shorts without even touching it, but where was the fun in staying away from that hot piece of meat?

Ben knew giving Cole a muzzle job out here was out of the question, but who was to say he couldn't get the grizzly some of the way with some clothes-on action? Cole gasped as Ben got a better grip on the ursine erection, squeezing the shaft through Cole's shorts.

"Oh you're such a cheeky boy. Don't stop." Cole encouraged the otter, reaching around and cupping the smaller fur's butt and gently clawing at the black dyed denim covering the soft furry curves.

Ben continued to grin guiltily and stroke Cole's erection through the bear's shorts, completely aware someone may have spotted them already. Ben didn't care, he wanted to drive this ursine wild - the more he could charge up Cole now, the harder he would fuck him later. His pace was quick and urgent, and he made sure he continued to captivate Cole's attention by moaning and whispering dirty promises into the bear's ear.

Cole couldn't stand it any longer - he simply couldn't take the stroking and the dirty talk and Ben's lustful demeanour all at once. "You're gonna make me blow here if you're not careful, pup. Let's go find somewhere private." Cole then picked up Ben, the otter being just light enough for Cole to carry, and padded over to Jesse's bathroom. Cole would have struggled to carry anything heavier for any longer, so it was lucky the bathroom was only a few dozen paces away.

They entered the bathroom, an elegant white tiled room, and Cole locked the door. As he turned back to face Ben, the otter beat him to the punch and hugged the bigger fur from behind, his paws immediately going for the waistband of Cole's shorts. Before Cole could even react, his shorts were off and the only thing preventing his boner from flying free was his jock strap. Ben seemed to be enjoying himself immensely as he salivated over the hugely tented fabric, making every suckle count and emphasising the action with strokes from both paws all over the bear's member.

"Oh, fuck. You want that big fat dick in you, don't you?" Cole moaned as Ben moved his paws to hook his thumbs into the waistband and free Cole's hard-on.

"Mmm, yeah. Fuck, I want it so bad. Please, please fuck me. Fuck me, cubby." Ben pleaded as he lifted his muzzle off Cole's straining erection and pulled the final barrier to his pleasure down the bear's legs. Cole's dick bobbed back up and smacked Ben's face, which served to only heighten both their arousal.

"Grr, fuck. Here we go: I'm gonna fuck you so hard with this..." Cole growled and pushed the otter back into the bench top. Ben knew how to follow Cole's lead, and hopped up on the bench next to the sink - spreading his legs in an inviting pose. Cole waited for no invitation and grabbed Ben's ankles, pulled them up to hook behind his neck. Ben thanked his flexibility; otherwise he may have fallen back into the sink, and began helping Cole with pulling off his skinny black jeans.

Ben's buttocks were chilled by the exposure but only for a brief time: the bear immediately aligned his hips so his pink cock was prodding against Ben's puckered tail hole. The engorged ursine member was already quite slick from a combination of precum and saliva, and had no trouble sliding partially into Ben's eager tailstar. The otter gasped at the sudden tightness and stinging sensation around his hole. Cole paused for a moment, allowing Ben to adjust to the intrusion.

"You want me to go slow?" Cole asked, making the effort to be considerate about Ben's pleasure.

"Don't you fucking dare. Give it to me hard, grizzly!" Ben moaned, pleading with his tone for Cole's throbbing member to invade him deeper.

The bear complied and pushed forward with his hips, sliding the remainder of his big hard rod into Ben's amazingly tight hole. The feeling of Ben's ring clamping down on his cock was intoxicating for Cole; he pulled back until his head was barely entering Ben, then slammed it all back into him. The force of Cole's wet dick ramming into Ben's rear made a wet slopping sound: Ben giggled between moans at the noise. He was sure if anyone approached the bathroom, they would hear the sounds of Cole slamming it into him.

Cole built up a fast rhythm with his hips that was absolute bliss for Ben - the bear's fleshy pole was prodding and rubbing against his prostate with the kind of wild force the otter absolutely loved - he relished in being made the bear's bitch. Cole could feel he was close to blowing his load already, but didn't want to be finished with the little otter so soon. He slowed the pace slightly and made each thrust count, making sure he pulled completely out of Ben before slamming his thick pink cock all the way back into him: his groin slapped against Ben's buttocks and made more wet sloppy sounds that turned both of them on even more.

Cole felt an involuntary growl rumbling through his chest, signalling to Ben how close he was to filling up the otter with his cum. Ben was nearly screaming out his encouragements, somehow managing to keep his voice down enough that wouldn't be heard through the door.

"Oh! Ah! Oh my god, please Cole... Don't stop... So good... Fff-fuck me! Oh fuck!" he yelped as the bear unreservedly ploughed into his arsehole. Ben's own throbbing erection was waggling with every wet slap of Cole's hips into him, neglected but nearly ready to shoot ropes of otter cum everywhere. Cole's brutal fucking was working its magic on his prostate enough that he suddenly tensed up, feeling an ecstatic wave of pleasure thundering its way through his body. He cried out and squeezed down on Cole's dick with his ring; dribbles of cum turned to a rupturing fountain of otter spunk from Ben's cock, still waggling unsupported in the air. His cum covered his own chest, ruining his shirt and splattered over Cole's torso.

Watching Ben cum hands-free from his fucking was more than enough to send Cole over the edge, and he stifled a bellow as he shot rope after rope of his seed into Ben's arse. It was an amazing feeling - having Ben clamp as tightly as he could down onto his cock while the tight space filled up with Cole's cum. Very quickly, Ben was completely filled with Cole's seed and it started leaking back out of his tail hole. Cole smiled and pulled his cock back out of the hole, letting a large volume of cum flow out of Ben's hole and splash onto the tiled floor.

The two furs panted heavily, intensely satisfied and almost ready to collapse. Ben broke the silence first "That was fucking incredible, Cole!"

"It definitely was, Ben. Cleaning up's gonna be a bitch though." Cole replied, eliciting a giggle from the otter.

***

Tyler woke to a familiar smell. Jesse's scent was all over him and the husky couldn't ask for a more pleasant aroma to wake up to. He gradually became aware of his body and what he could feel. He was on a bed and a muscular arm was draped over him. Tyler opened his eyes and looked to the fur lying next to him, still fast asleep: Jesse was a picture of tranquillity and slumberous beauty. Tyler couldn't bring himself to wake him up, so he resigned to laying there in Jesse arms. He slipped his own arm around Jesse's waist, wishing he could lie like this forever. He felt so comfortable and safe right here. Jesse was there and everything was okay.

The moment didn't last long, as Jesse sensed the husky's paw on his lower back.

"Mmmmmm... Ty?" the leopard mumbled. He cracked one eye open the tiniest bit and saw his husky lover smiling at him. He couldn't help but smirk at the adoration. "Mmmmmm... sleep more." he mumbled and pulled Tyler into a tighter cuddle.

Tyler laughed at Jesse's sleepy sentiment, and writhed next to him - trying to wake him up.

"Ugh, I'mma get you for that." Jesse grumbled as we awoke properly. The two laid there for what felt like ages, simply sharing that intimate embrace and looking into each other's eyes.

How did I get so lucky?

Tyler and Jesse both tried to remember what happened last night. Tyler remembered a lot of dancing and grinding his butt into Jesse's hips, which brought a faint blush to his cheeks. Jesse remembered doing shots with Tyler, Noah, and Gary. Surprisingly, Tyler had drunk them all under the table - the husky sure could drink for someone who had such an aversion to alcohol.

Jesse and Tyler realised they were both doing the same thing and gave a nervous laugh. They eventually got up and Jesse decided to assess how much clean-up was needed. Most of his friends had dragged out mattresses from Jesse's room and simply flopped onto them in his room, too tired to take them anywhere else. Jesse saw Noah and Gary sharing a single mattress - a sight that he couldn't decide if it was cute or hilarious, given Noah's size. Ben was with Cole on another mattress, smelling vaguely musky.

Hah, Ben you slut.

Jesse then noticed Ben's twin sprawled on a double mattress with a slim tiger snuggled up next to him.

Harry! With Jack? I guess slut runs in the family.

He couldn't find Will... maybe he was already up, or passed out in a chair or something. Jesse went into his bathroom and was greeted with a potent musk that nearly made him gag. It absolutely reeked of yiff in there. He could see someone's feeble attempt at mopping up a seriously impressive amount of cum on his floor.

Ugh. It's gonna take days to get rid of the smell. Months to get rid of that image.

He closed the bathroom door and padded out to the party room. Tyler was already scavenging nibbles and Jesse saw a bunch of furs asleep in chairs, on tables, and on the floor.

"So you wanna help me clean up today?" Jesse asked Tyler. His lover laughed and nodded.

***

Alan fidgeted with his paws nervously as he approached an old-looking building. He had spent the last few days in his bedroom, reading testimonials for various psychological professionals. He had finally decided on one, but was nonetheless nervous as hell about seeking professional help. He sighed, reiterating to himself that this was the best way to help himself and his friends would respect him for making the decision.

The plaque on the entryway read:

Clinic of Psychiatry and Psychology - Dr. Michael Smoke and associates

The morning had a frosty nip to it and the wolf was glad he wore a wool jacket today. He walked through the entrance doors and was relieved the building had central heating. He removed the jacket and gloves he wore and found a seat in the reception room.

The receptionist, a chocolate labrador who looked to have eaten a few too many meat pies, called over to him "Alan Larson? Doctor Smoke's waiting for you. Just walk down that corridor there and it's the first door on the left."

He stood and thanked the receptionist, and then nervously walked toward the door she had indicated. He turned the knob, not being able to help his nervousness at being here.

"Hello, you must be Mister Larson, or would you prefer Alan? It's a pleasure to meet you."

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Perit High continues in Chapter 6: Smoke

Alan meets a psychiatrist to help him resolve some deep-rooted issues. The band has its first practice session. Zane and Will reveal their relationship to Jesse.