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"Close Quarters"

The night was barely visible from Don Puma's desk as he worked on grading that afternoon's History tests for his students. The occasional flickering of lightning from outside coupled with the dull light coming from the streets just outside the school had given enough light to just narrowly blot out the darkness the sky normally looked like. He sighed as he licked his thumb and rolled it over the stack of papers, taking them and marking off the wrong answers. He didn't even have to compare it to his answer sheet, he knew the answers already as he had written the test, but often found it difficult when only about half his students got above a C average. He tapped his calculator, putting the totals for each grade in and marking down the percentage.

"Seventy-three percent... seventy-six percent." He said to himself as he flipped through two of the tests, then put the pen down. He rubbed his eyes and sighed. "No, no, no. Washington didn't write the Emancipation Proclamation." He moaned before marking it off. "There... is that it?" He muttered aloud. "Finally..." He sighed as he closed his notebook and stored the tests in his desk before sliding out from under it. His feet tapped down on the floor, sending a soft echo through the room as he stood and tucked his chair back into his desk. "T.G.I.F." He proclaimed as he flicked off the lights and stepped out of the classroom.

The sound of sirens reached Don's ears as he exited the building, checking to make sure that the automatic locks on the doors kept people out before stepping out into the night. It was a brisk chill, rain was lightly falling on the puma's jacket and he had curled it around him to keep from freezing to death from the cold in the air. It was an early spring storm, so the winter's bite was still in the air. Thankfully it hadn't begun to snow yet, but as he made his way to the parking lot, he swore he could see a couple of snowflakes in the dim spotlights overhead. As Don opened his car door and fell into it, he could hear his phone ringing but it had gone to voicemail before he picked it up. As he started his car and waited for the engine to warm up, he went to check it, the familiar sound of his landlady Mrs. Pagle's voice spoke up:

"Hello, Mister Puma. I had gone to your apartment to discuss our rental agreement with you and you didn't answer the door. I could hear your television on, so I had assumed you were home. If you aren't then it sounds like you'd left it on today. Please come down tomorrow so we can discuss things."

That was strange, Don thought to himself. He rarely watched television at the apartment, and he was sure he hadn't left it on all day. Throwing his car into gear, he slowly made his way out to the street, then toward the direction of home. He wasn't sure what had Mrs. Pagle thinking his TV was on, but she wasn't known to be a liar or exaggerate anything before.

As Don pulled up to the apartment building he lived in, he tried to peer up to his apartment window, but couldn't quite make out if there were any lights on. He pulled into the neighboring garage and parked as he always did. He made his way to the apartment building and took the elevator to avoid having to speak with Mrs. Pagle on the second floor on the off chance that she was actually sitting in the hall. The building itself wasn't very new, it had been around since the nineties, Don remembered. The grayish tinted walls were peeling their paint, and there were cracks in a few of the corners, but all together it wasn't a bad place to live in this neighborhood. The elevator was wood panelled on the inside with shiny brass handrails dividing the wood from the mirrors higher up. As he reached the third floor, the elevator slowed and came to a stop and Don stepped out onto the red and green colored carpeting that lined the hallway. He always sighed at the shoddy appearance of his floor; it was as though it were renovated into a hotel's nightmare. He reached his door at number 309 and pressed his ear to it; surely enough it sounded like a television program was blaring through his apartment. He carefully twisted his key into the lock and opened the door, slipping in, he reached into his front hall closet and pulled out a baseball bat. Clutching it tightly as he had no clue what he was walking into, he made his way on into the den at the end of the hall. The sound of the Nighttime News playing in the next room was definitely not a sign that he'd been watching the TV last and he inhaled sharply as he tightened his grip on the bat.

"HYAAAAAAHHHHH!" He roared as he swung into the living room with the bat over his head.

What Don saw next completely puzzled him; the familiar and muscular form of a panter was seated on the sofa. He'd looked up as Don came in. Dressed in his D.P.D. uniform, the officer casually blinked at him, a smile frozen on his face. "You know, if you're trying to sneak up on someone, maybe the quiet muttering to yourself and the loud screaming before you walk past the door isn't the best thing to do." He said with a laugh. "I could hear you the moment you opened your door."

"G-George?" Don asked, lowering his bat.

"Hey, man." The panther said, waving a hand. He was lying reclined on Don's couch, though his legs were terribly bent back as he adjusted his position and stretched out. Even under his uniform, the cat's powerful musculature could be seen. Thick, powerful forearms emerged from the ends of his sleeves. His feet were bare, thick, heavy duty paws that laid flush against the couch's back behind him. "How's it going?"

Don took a moment of stunned silence before answering. "What are you doing here?" He asked. "I mean, what are you doing in my apartment? I haven't heard from you in a while."

"Yeah, sorry about that." The other cat said, poofing his chest up a bit as he stretched his arms. "I've been really busy down at the precinct lately. Detroit is a busy-ass town for crime these days."

"Yeah. Case in point." Don answered smartly. "You do know that breaking and entering is still a crime right?"

"Hey, there was no 'breaking'." George answered. "I just... y'know, jiggled a card against your lock and the door opened."

"I'm stunned that even works." Don said. "What the hell are you doing in my house?"

"I'm really sorry about that." George said with a frown. "I tried to call you, but your number must have been changed because it goes straight to a dead line when I tried."

Don winced. He had changed his number the week before, and forgot to let George know about the change over. Ignoring this, he continued to speak up. "What's up, George? Why are you in my apartment?"

"Oh! Sorry." George said sitting up. "That's rude of me to not just say; listen I was really hoping I could crash here for a few days. My apartment burned down yesterday and the accommodations the department usually could lend to me is being used as a safe house so that sort of fell through." He frowned. "I've got nowhere to go."

Don sighed and glared at the panther before turning to his kitchen and pulling open a cabinet, extracting a fork, he pulled a box from his freezer for a microwave dinner and tossed it in wordlessly. "So, let me get this straight..." He said after a few moments. "Your apartment burned down and your backup plan fell through... so the first thing you thought of "Hey, let's break into a friend's house I haven't talked to in like six months and ask him if I can crash"?" He said skeptically.

George's lips pursed a bit and he shrugged. "Yeah, that's about the jist of it."

"Well, I don't think I can accept that." Don said as he pulled his food from the microwave and peeled the layer of film off of it to start eating."

"Oh." George answered, his ears falling a bit flat. "I-I see... hey, what do you have to trust me for? I kind of did break in and trespass in your apartment, so I totally deserve that."

Don laughed. "Dude, I'm kidding. Please make yourself at home." He exclaimed.

"Wait--really?"

"Yeah, really." Don said. "But do that again and I'll snip your tail off and make it my necktie. Got it?"

George smiled. "Totally! You have got my undying gratitude, Don. Thank you so much!"

"Ha. Yeah, yeah." Don said almost dismissively as he took a bite of his dinner. "So have you eaten yet, or?"

"Oh, yeah. I called for pizza about ten minutes ago, it should be here soon if you want a bite." With a deadpan expression, Don dropped his fork into his plate of TV dinner and quickly put it away at the promise of a hot slice of pizza. George grinned at him wildly.

The storm continued late into the night as the two friends sat around, eating pizza and watching horror movies on television while catching up on old times and things they'd missed in each other's lives. George had been promoted to a detective at work, but still had to wear his uniform on duty when he wasn't going plain-clothed. He'd unbuttoned his shirt during their talks, revealing a tight white t-shirt underneath, garnering Don's attention though he kept it fairly casual he realized how badly he wanted to get under that panther's clothes, his cock was aching against the front of his pants, wanting to get out and give the cop a real lesson in having fun.

"So, did you have something more comfortable for me to sleep on?" George asked, giving a wide yawn as his arms and legs stretched out as he laid still, looking at the puma. "After three flicks and almost one in the morning I am ready to call it a night, but this couch has worn its welcome."

"Well... I don't have anything big enough outside of my bed which is a king size, unless you want to sleep on the floor."

"I said 'comfortable' kitty." George said with a snicker. "The bed could work, as long as you don't mind sharing it with a gruff ol' dick like me."

Don grinned at the phrasing, but pushed it off casually. "Yeah I don't see why that'd be a problem."

"Good. And no worries about waking me up, I'm a really heavy sleeper." He admitted.

"Sounds perfect." Don said. "I'll turn it down, if you want you can use the shower and clean up some. I'm a little picky when it comes to having a clean bed.

"Sure. After you then." George said sitting up and yawning, stretching his arms out as Don turned off the TV.

Don was relatively quick in his shower, he'd hopped in and knew exactly the night time routine he tended to go through to get ready for bed. He didn't need to worry about shampoo or conditioner but he did soap himself off and especially paid attention to his 'lower regions' before climbing back out of the shower. Opening the bathroom door he almost ran headlong into George, who was still dressed in his t-shirt and uniform pants. "Oop!" He grunted as Don ran into him. "Sorry about that buddy."

Don smiled, clutching a paw at the towel hanging precariously from his hips. "Not a problem, George. It's all yours."

"You leave me any hot water?" The panther joked.

"All you could ever want." Don said, walking past, swishing his tail as he observed the muscular panther tug his shirt up over his head, disappearing into the bathroom.

Don pulled open his drawer and extracted a pair of light blue bikini briefs from the contents. Dropping his towel, he gently stepped into them and pulled them up around his waist, snapping the waistband before climbing into his bed. Normally, Don slept naked, but he didn't think that would be very appropriate for his guest. As soon as George emerged from the bathroom though, Don had to half cover himself anyway to keep the erection from giving it away.

George was dressed in a pair of white briefs, which hugged his crotch and waist tightly, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination as far as the shape and...'size' of the panther's ass and cock. He was still rubbing his head with his towel and hadn't even noticed the puma's sudden shift. "Hey, I hope you don't mind." He said. "I don't really have anything else to wear to bed."

"N-no... not at all." Don said, staring at the male's body, then meeting George's eyes before he noticed his staring gaze. "Same to you, I'm a little overdressed per my norm, but I hope this is okay. It's not a lot, I know."

"Heh." George chortled a moment. "It's fine." He said as he climbed onto the bed and sprawled out over the cool, clean sheets. "Ahhhhh now that's nice!" He exclaimed, curling the pillow under his head partly around his ears before releasing them again. "Dude, is this like... memory foam or something? It's really comfy."

"Yeah it is." Don answered laying back and giving off a contented sigh. "Nice, huh?"

George yawned widely and turned over to face the middle of the bed. "Totally. I could just pass out right now..."

Don smiled a bit at the panther before turning over and turning off his light, filling the room with complete darkness. "G'night George. Sleep tight." He said.

Hours had passed before a sudden snore jarred Don from his sleep. "Mmmhmm..hr..." He could hear the other feline rumbling as his muscular arms wrapped tightly around him. A very aroused cock pressed against Don's ass only their briefs protecting them from him being physically sleep-fucked by George. One arm was holding Don still underneath while the other slowly began to graze along the puma's leaner frame.

"George?" Don asked softly, realizing the panther was beginning to stroke his cock through his underwear. He was already hard as a rock, but the feel of the panther's muscular arm flexing as his fingers unconsciously stroked at Don's loins was more than hot, and the fact that it was really happening only turned him on more.

"Mmmph... heehee..." He snorted and giggled in his sleep, grinding his crotch harder against Don's ass, it almost felt like he was being penetrated but George's shaft wasn't even out of its brief-holster. He purred and rumbled, nibbling Don's ear.

Don could feel himself getting close to getting off. George was definitely not awake, he wasn't grabbing the puma's cock, just rubbing it with his flat hand, so he could have been doing anything in his sleep. The more Don moved though, the tighter the panther's grasp seemed to get.

"Mmmm! Hnngh!" Don grunted as quietly as he could as he suddenly began soaking his briefs in cum. He shook and gasped, trying to shake off the feeling of wetness flooding the inner layer of his underwear. George continued to grasp at him and hold him tight, unaware for a few minutes at least that his job had been completed. Slowly, he removed his large paw from Don's crotch and petted upward, growling, purring and giggling softly into the puma's ear.

Eventually, George grunted and flopped onto his back, finally releasing Don from the death lock he'd had him held in and allowing the puma to breathe deeply once again. Don squeezed his cum-soaked crotch and turned to glare at the panther, who he could clearly see in the darkness. Placing his paws on George's chest, he began to explore the male's torso, sitting on his stomach to keep him from flipping over suddenly. He wanted to get his revenge, but feared waking him up, so he remained cautious. Smiling, Don's claws raked down through the short soft panther fur under him. He watched his chest puff up and down, he could feel the cock aching badly as it knocked at Don's back door through their underwear. Slipping down, Don pulled back the top of George's underwear, watching as his cock flopped out into sight, lurching rather aggressively in the darkness. Don caught the flailing shaft in his paws and began to teasingly stroke it. It jumped about as the flesh began to drip a white stream of fluid from the tip, which quickly crawled its way down the shaft, allowing Don to snatch the taste up with his tongue. George gasped softly and mumbled something in his sleep as he tried to turn over, only to be stopped by Don's weight from turning over completely. "Nngh... nnnn?" He mumbled in his sleep, his muscular arm draping over his face as he tossed himself a bit back and forth but remained on his back.

Carefully, Don slipped the panther's cock into his mouth and began to take in the strong musky taste it gave him. His body shivered in delight, he definitely wanted a good run with this. He thrust his mouth downward, and then back up, tasting every inch as the precum sank into his lower jaw and added a musky flavor. Immediately he felt hard again, but Don dared not do more than taste and touch his friend. He reached his paw into his briefs, finding his re-surging cock getting erect again and began to stroke himself, ignoring the pulls of dried cum already below the belt as he did so. "Mmmgh..." He moaned softly as he tasted George's shaft rather in depth with his tongue. He could feel the muscles of George's cock pulse against his tongue, filling against his lips like it was getting ready to burst. He knew he couldn't make the panther cum though, he'd wake up and everything would be ruined.

Carefully, Don backed off the throbbing cock and he continued to drag the male's underwear down just a bit further. George grumbled sleepily and then successfully turned over onto his stomach before the puma, revealing his taut, bubblebutt as his tail swayed back and forth, tickling Don's nose as it swished. Don resisted a giggle at the tickling and a sneeze at the invading tail bristles in his nose as his eyes laid full view on George's ample ass and that sweet dark pucker in the center. He purred in spite of himself and began to lap his tongue against the ring of flesh between George's cheeks. He gasped and moaned softly, pulling the pillow he was sleeping on around his face some. He moaned softly as Don could feel the man's prostate as it clenched and released several times, threatening to make him cum hard into the mattress. Don removed his tongue from the pucker, not wanting to make him cum while unconscious and gently started to lick the male's sweaty ass and balls, pressing his face and nose directly into it as he breathed.

"Nnnh... hmm? Don?"

The voice made Don's body freeze; he definitely didn't want to be caught by a police cat who could drive him into the ground any chance he got. He gasped and quickly returned to his starter position beside the large feline. George sat up quickly, but after a few moments laid back down and fell right back to sleep again, unaware it seemed that his underwear was still dangling off his thighs as he did so. Don eventually drifted back off to sleep himself, but not before changing out his briefs and cleaning up a little in the nearby bathroom.

The following day started off like any other morning, George not acknowledging that his underwear was strangely out of place when they woke up. The two of them shared a breakfast where they talked about normal things, neither of them touching the subject that Don was worried about. When he went to finish a few things at the school, George said he may not be there still when he returned.

"Hey, buddy is that you?" George's voice called from the kitchen as Don returned home. It was already seven o'clock at night, and it confused the puma that George was still home.

"Yeah, George what's up? I thought you were leaving today?"

"Oh, yeah. Sorry about that." George said. "The safe house is still being used, so they told me to try it again tomorrow. Decided to make it up to you by making you some food, you likes?"

Don sniffed the air and his stomach growled on instinct, as he stepped into the kitchen he stopped sort. "Y-yes... very much." Was his stammering response as he laid eyes on George, standing almost completely naked in the room now, wearing a pair of black and pink briefs that hugged his ass just as well as the last pair he wore. His crack was plainly visible in the pink, but the black parts of it were just completely invisible to the naked eye. "Wow... what's this?"

"Oh? You like 'em?" George asked wiggling his ass a few swipes. "I found them at the store today and picked them up. I've always liked the color pink. So many people say it's a demasculating color, but it works pretty well on me."

"Jeeze, do they ever?" Don said, his eyes practically bugging out of his head.

"Oh, hey. And if you don't mind I think I'm going to call it a little early tonight." The panther said with a yawn. "For some reason I slept all night last night, but I woke up completely exhausted. ANy idea what that's about?"

"Oh, n-no... no idea at all." Don lied, not really taking his eyes off the panther's round ass. "Feel free."

George smiled, not really looking at Don. "Thanks, I appreciate it." He said before gathering a few ingredients and adding them to his pot of pasta.

Not even an hour after eating, George left the living room quietly, leaving Don to watch television on his own. Don sat pondering for several minutes what to do next before deciding to give in and follow the cat back into the bedroom.

George was already lying asleep on the bed when Don entered the room. Immediately the puma was hard just looking at him. Nothing turned him on more than the idea of a cop being on his bed, muscular and sprawled out in nothing but a pair of briefs while laying on his stomach. "George? You awake?" Don asked.

"Mmph... hehehe...." George muttered before snoring and turning his head to face the other direction.

Don unfastened his pants and stripped down to his underwear again. He had to take advantage of George who now is staying over for the second night in a row. He clung to George's ass, spreading his cheeks apart as he pulled the back of the man's undies down and he dragged his tongue eagerly along it, pushing it into his pucker and making him gasp and moan sleepily. Grasping under George's thighs, Don was surprised to see the panther reacting and he slightly shifted his legs so that his butt would lift up some. Turned on by this, the suspicion didn't deter Don from continuing to play with the feline's ass. He pulled the briefs down further, freeing George's cock, which he quickly began to lick toward the tip, catching a cascade of precum that jettisoned from the tip. His lips grasped eagerly around the crown of the panther's cock and he moaned slightly as he sucked on the tip. Generous portions of precum filled Don's mouth as his hands returned to George's ass, grabbing it firmly as his mouth began to drag along it.

"Mmmm..hee hee..." George's giggles seemed almost deliberate, but it didn't sound like it was something he was waking up to anytime soon.

Don couldn't stand it anymore, he just had to have George's ass, he climbed up onto the bed behind him and pulled George onto his side, eagerly, he pulled the front of his briefs down and pressed his cock to the panther's pucker. Purring, George turned his head slowly to look at Don a grin pressed across his face.

"Y-you're awake?!" Don asked in a shock.

"Don't think I'm that heavy a sleeper." George answered, his grin broadening as he grabbed Don's ass and pushed him into his crack. "Now finish what you've started, will you?"

Don gasped a bit, feeling his cheeks grow warm with embarrassment as he felt his pre-wet cock push with a slosh into George's ass. "Mmmmnnnn... yeah, that's it." George moaned as he pushed his ass against Don's cock, clenching it tightly around the shaft of flesh. Don gasped and moaned loudly, almost cumming immediately, but somehow he kept the will to thrust in again and again. His fingers made drag marks in the fur around George's hips, he could see it clearly in the panther's black fur; every shape his fingers pressed in showed as he pressed himself in; first halfway, then to the hilt again and again.

"Mmm, last night was pretty hot too." George moaned. "It's too bad I woke up halfway through it... ha-had no idea you were so shy."

Don blushed. Had he been awake last night too? His worries were hampered by the sudden feeling that he was about to climax. As the burning sensation began to fill his cock he started to pull himself free. "G-gonna..." He managed to whisper, but George held Don inside of him as the puma suddenly shook and grunted, cumming hard and heavily into the cop's ass.

"Mmm... very nice..." He purred, wiggling his ass and grinding it into Don's cock as it ejected its white liquid. After a few minutes, he could feel trails of it escaping George's ass and dribbling down to the bed between them as he huffed and pulled himself away.

"Th-that... was very nice..." He panted, looking up to the ceiling.

"You think that was nice?" George said, suddenly wrapping what felt like a necktie around Don's eyes, tying it off and blindfolding him. "Just wait until I finish you off."

"Huh!?" Don gasped as he was suddenly pushed over onto his belly, a firm swat from the panther suddenly striking his ass. "AHH!" He gasped in surprise, the very idea was making him hard agian.

"Oh, well well." George said noticing this and playing with the erection as it rolled underneath Don, who wobbled back and forth on the bed. Another playful swat striking his butt. "Someone's not down for the count yet." He purred as he grabbed Don by the waist and turned him up on his side, resting him against the panther cock. His purring intensified as he pressed his shaft against Don's ass and he began to grind against him, feeling the warm flesh cascading over his cock. "Mmmmhhh..." He moaned as Don began to gasp. The tight wall of flesh tightening around him as Don began to moan even louder. He buried himself deeper and harder, making Don shift up against his pillows and back down again. George growled a bit now, his claws digging harder into the male's flesh as Don's cock lurched forward, threatening to shoot its seed again.

In and out, deeper and deeper, soon George turned Don over onto his stomach to mount him harder now. Don's claws dug into his mattress and sheets, shredding them a bit with every moan and every thrust he received. Don soon came again, gasping loudly as he shot load after load into his sheets under them. He muffled his cries into his pillow as George thrust harder, raising Don's ass higher and higher with each long shove. With a whisper and a growl, George let out a loud, feral yowl before suddenly unleashing torrents of cum into Don's ass. The cum quickly flooded the puma's stomach, then back spilled all over the panther's balls, splashing onto his leg and down onto the bed under them, the sloshing of flesh, cum and seed filled the room as Don smelled the heavy aroma of musk as it filled him and soaked into his bed.

After George finally collapsed, his cock pulled out spurting a final shot into Don's ass fur as the panther finally laid down to relax, panting hard.

"Th-that... was amazing." George said after a few minutes of heavy breathing.

"So... hot." Don panted in return, lifting his blindfold to look at the panther. "And damn, having a cop in the bed is a very arresting experience."

"I'd.... fuck you again for that pun...." George said. "If I weren't so exhausted from....erm.... fucking you."

"Oh don't worry." Don grinned at the panther. "I can go again whenever you're ready, officer."

THE END