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A Twisted Night for Heru by Draconicon

"Guh...God...talk about a nasty party."

Henry groaned as he stepped through the door, almost slamming it behind him as he stumbled forward. The zebra caught himself on the big coat-rack a few feet in, shaking his head as he looked back to make sure that the door was locked. He thought it was, but his vision was blurry enough that he could be mistaken.

Eh, fuck it, he thought as he turned back to the hallway. Fumbling with the coat-rack until one of its little protrusions wasn't hooked in his shirt anymore, he started clip-clopping his way down to his bedroom. He tried to stay quiet, but he was finding it hard to do anything slow, anything soft.

Must have been that powder back at the party, he thought. Damn good stuff, and he could still feel some of that burn from it in his body. His cock continued to throb from it, too, though his balls ached. The zebra groaned just thinking about it, reaching down and rubbing his crotch a bit as his balls felt even more swollen and aching as he remembered his total lack of action while he was out.

He was about to pass by Greg's room when he saw that the door was open. Despite wanting to get to his room where he could finally rub one out, the zebra couldn't resist taking a peak. His roomie was as straight as they came, so he didn't get a chance to see the big guy naked very often. Maybe he'd get lucky.

Poking his head around the door, the zebra grinned and gave a fist-pump of victory. Jackpot, he thought as he looked at the naked bear laying on the bed. Not just asleep, but asleep, completely naked, and sprawled out over the sheets. He pulled the door open and tiptoed in, trusting to luck that his roommate would keep quiet.

Man, if I knew that you'd be naked when I got home, I wouldn't have complained about getting nothing, Henry thought as he looked over the sleeping bear. Thick brown fur ran all over Greg's body, all gradually leading down to one of the biggest, best asses that the zebra had ever seen.

Henry licked his lips at the sight of it, shaking his head back and forth as his cock throbbed inside his pants. The bear's ass was big, round, and just fatty enough that it jiggled when he had a violent snore. The cheeks were covered in fur, but had just enough of a natural spread to hint at the pucker between them, occasionally giving a flash of pink but not enough to see the creases further in.

The zebra shuddered as he groped himself, feeling the temptation mount to just whip it out and enjoy himself...but why stop there?

The thought wasn't new; he'd had the idea of having fun with his roomie several times in the past, usually when Greg had a bad day and drank himself to sleep and didn't cover himself. He'd always resisted it, though, not wanting to create any bad blood between him and the bear. It was already a bit difficult, considering he was gay and had brought more than a few guys home with him, and while the bear had been tolerant, there was only so much pressure he could put on the guy.

But now...now, with his balls so full, that ass so inviting, and his blood burning with that drug, there was no way that he could hold back.

Not wanting to wake the bear up too quickly, the zebra walked to the foot of the bed and lowered himself onto it as slowly as he could manage in his eagerness. He gently pushed Greg's legs further apart, which in turn spread the cheeks further apart as well, showing just a bit more of the pink that was waiting between them.

He couldn't resist. The zebra nearly dived forward, sinking his muzzle between those large, fuzzy cheeks as he pressed his lips against the bear's hole. He dragged his tongue over it, moaning already at the taste of sweaty fur and flesh, the hot musk of a man's hole spreading over his tongue with every lick. The zebra groaned, his fingers clutching at that ass, squeezing it, feeling it give in his grip as he pulled those big ass cheeks further and further apart.

Pulling his head back, he looked down at the pink pucker. It was so tight looking, so inviting, and he grinned as he spat at it. The glob of spit rolled over the rim and sank into it, glistening in the light from the hallway. Henry grinned, and put his lips against it once more, licking, lapping at it, pulling at it with each slow drag of his tongue.

Soon, he heard the bear moaning under him. They were low, deep moans, but they were coming faster and getting louder with each few licks. Henry barely cared, digging his fingers in deeper to the bear's ass, even pushing his tongue against the rim to see if he could force it in.

Unfortunately, he couldn't. It wasn't loose enough for that, but maybe...maybe he could get something else in. Giving it one last lick, he pulled his head back and stuck a finger in his mouth, coating it with spit before shoving it in. The bear grunted beneath him, but -

"Heheheh, you like this, don't you, Greg? I never figured you for that."

He grinned at the sight of the bear's cock hardening against the bed, but no sooner had he rammed his spit-slick finger into that ass a few times than he felt the bear rolling over. Henry suddenly realized just how much trouble he was in, particularly as the bear groaned and opened his eyes, looking down the bed at him.

"Wha...wha' ya doing?"

"Oh, uh, hey, Greg. I was just...uh..."

Oh god, how do I explain this?

He was still casting about for ideas when the bear suddenly shoved his hips back against the zebra's finger. Henry's eyes went wide, particularly as his roommate groaned in pleasure.

"Mmmph. Whatever you're doing...gimme more..."

"Uh...I mean, sure!"

He slid in a second finger, all the while wondering what the hell was going on. There wasn't all that much different than usual. For that matter, Greg was sober, or at least, he thought the bear was. The only new thing was -

That drug... They said that it'd be running through his bloodstream for a good twenty four hours. Maybe it got in his spit, too? If that was the case, then Greg was gonna be feeling that need for sex that he'd been feeling for the last twelve hours...and who knew what else, besides, if he was asking for his ass to be fingerfucked.

"Come on, man...gimme more than that..."

"You want another finger already?"

"Nah...bigger..."

"Big - I only got - you mean -"

"Come on, Hen', fuck me already!"

That was one sentence that he had never expected to hear from the bear, but he damn well wasn't going to say no to that. Sitting up just enough to get his hands on his buckle, the zebra stripped off his pants in record time, rubbing his cock and spreading the already copious levels of pre leaking from it around the shaft. He didn't even have to tell Greg what to do; his roomie was already on all fours with his ass up and presented.

It was so hard to resist just ramming in then and there, but Henry wasn't going to risk losing everything. He didn't know how much of this need would actually stand up to getting ass fucked, but he was pretty damn sure that it wouldn't work against what was basically a hard, dry fuck from the start. He lined up carefully, grinding his oozing cock-head against the bear's ass.

"Mmmph, been wanting this ass for weeks..."

"Heh...take it, then...I can take that thing."

"You've never taken a thing in your life."

"Gotta start somewhere."

Yeah, but you don't usually start with a cock like mine, Henry thought as he gradually edged the head of his shaft past the spit-slick hole. He groaned under his breath as he finally managed to pop the flared head in, quivering at the sensation of having his cock surrounded by a hot, tight hole that had never had anything pushed in it before. It was beyond what he'd ever fantasized about.

Despite his desire to keep it quiet and calm, he couldn't hold back as he started humping the bear hard and fast. He could feel that big, thick ass jiggling with every thrust, the bouncy butt quaking every time that he hilted his cock in that hole. Greg moaned under him, and as he reached around, the zebra felt just how hard his roommate was from the fuck.

In, out, in, out he went, each time pulling back almost to his flaring head before slamming back in. His balls swung back and forth like wrecking balls, slamming against the bear's own pair each time he hilted. The satisfying smack, smack made him grin, and the lewd sounds of his cock sliding in and out, being 'slurped' in by the bear's hole, made it all the hotter to watch his big, thick shaft disappear down that hole.

Slam, slam, slam, the bed creaking under them as he bucked forward. He could feel the throbbing in Greg's cock match his, and he knew that they were both so close to climax. Henry shuddered, leaning forward and whinnying softly.

"Mmmph...fuck...gonna fill you up..."

"Do it...do it!"

The zebra had no choice, really. With a deep whinny, he came hard, filling the bear's hole and feeling the bear spill his load down on the bed. He kept bucking back and forth, fucking that hole as hard as he could until he stopped shooting, and even then, he was hesitant to pull out. Still, he knew that he couldn't stick around, not if he didn't want to get caught, so he walked out, hoping that his roommate would dismiss it all as a dream.

Morning came with little in the way of shouting, so Henry assumed that he'd gotten away with it. He walked out of his bedroom, took a shower, and made his way to the kitchen. He was about to get himself his usual breakfast of a bagel and some cream cheese when Greg lumbered in, grumbling. The zebra turned around, forcing a smile.

"Hey, sleepyhead. Get a good night?"

"Yeah...I think so..."

"Something wrong?"

"Nah, must have just slept wrong."

Henry let out a quiet sigh of relief. It seemed that, even with the mess, the bear didn't have any suspicions.

"Pity, really."

"Why's that, Greg?"

"Well, I just had this feeling that I had a really good night. Like I had a lot of fun or something."

"Huh. Think you'd want to do it again if you could figure out what it was?"

"Hell yeah; whatever it was made me feel great."

Well...maybe that jackal still has some more of that stuff that I can get off of him. It might have a long lasting effect, it might not, but if it meant more nights with that bear, then he'd pay the price.

The End