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Something in Lars' mind told him when he was being a drunk asshole. It wasn't an alarm or a command to break all operations, but simply a notification. At one point he heeded these notices. Anymore and he just went along his current trajectory, wherever it may lead. That was how Lars ended up at the party.

Due to a dull chain of events spurred by having nothing better to do on a Friday night, Lars went along to the party at a friend's insistence. The birthday boy was a timid foxcoon named Desmond, and he had just turned twenty-five. Desmond belonged to a hyena girl whom his friend exercised with. Typically at these detached birthday bashes, Lars pigged out on the liquor and pizza, took a sloppy piss on and around the toilet, then left for home to drink more and masturbate. But Desmond was cute, and Lars took a shine to him.

Lars liked Desmond partly because of the resemblances. The foxcoon had similar markings and a tail just as huge and bushy as Lars'. Desmond's hips were wide and his ass pleasantly round, but Lars had the advantage with greater curves and a butt which was outright fat. He was taller than Desmond and more prone to sweat, stinking often of musk. Lars envied Desmond's long, pretty blonde hair. He himself couldn't grow any besides a tuft of abnormally long fur between the ears.

The red panda watched Desmond walk off to the bedroom. Desmond and his girlfriend lived in a fairly spacious apartment but Lars kept a diligent eye on the twink. He boldly followed Desmond and shut the door with his foot.

"Hey, right now?" Desmond said from the en suite bathroom. His voice had a twinge of a laugh in it. "I thought we were gonna wait until after the guests left for my surprise."

Lars got his drunk asshole notification. He ignored with a smile and walked quickly to the bathroom, setting his beer on the dresser along the way. When he appeared in the doorway and blocked it, Desmond looked over, just then shaking off.

"Um," Desmond blurted with an awkward grin, "sorry. I'll be done in just a second, but there's another bathroom."

"Two bathrooms in this little apartment, wow," Lars said. He closed in on Desmond and pinned the boy to the wall, startling him to gasp and whine. Lars gave Desmond no opportunity to zip up and shoved down the twink's pants, then the briefs. Desmond struggled but Lars shushed him and ground up against his round ass. "I didn't bring a present," he belched, "but you're a fox. All foxes like cock."

"Please--," Desmond gasped.

"Shh. Just let it happen." Lars unzipped and unbuttoned. He whipped out his uncut cock and ground his half-mast meat on Desmond's ass and into the crack.

"Please!"

"Come on," Lars whispered, stuffing it between Desmond's warm cheeks. It stiffened slowly in there. "This won't take long." The red panda glanced half-heartedly around the bathroom. He saw the hamper close by, and on top was a pair of panties presumably belonging to the hyena. Lars smiled and brought them to his nose for a sniff. "Your girlfriend, her pussy smells nice," Lars said gently as if remarking on her perfume. With a heavy hand, Lars stuffed them into Desmond's maw and shushed him again. "That's a comforting smell, right? Pretend it's her with you, giving you that surprise."

Desmond began to cry but ceased his struggle against Lars. The red panda had that imposing effect on boys. Now with his full erection, which was slow to wake in a state of inebriation, Lars entered Desmond. Pre drooling from his tip lubricated the fox just enough to make things work but not enough to alleviate all of the pain. Desmond whimpered sharply and splayed down his cute, plum-colored ears. He suckled on the panties in an infantile manner for comfort.

A sigh escaped Lars and he started rutting the foxcoon. He glanced sideways at the mirror and admired the fat jiggle of his own ass. You sexy devil, he thought, you're the best gift ever. He relayed as much to Desmond: "I'm a great catch, you know. Most sissy guys like you? They'd bend over and hope I'd fuck 'em on their birthdays. You're lucky, really lucky..."

Though Desmond wasn't sold, Lars didn't care. He fucked the boy quickly, harshly, knowing full well he was on borrowed time. That hyena girl could enter at any moment and kick his ass. Lars remembered enough from his friend to know that she was a fighting enthusiast. Few things warranted an ass-kicking like being caught forcibly entering somebody's boyfriend, and there was the asshole notification again. Lars knew he was raping Desmond. He crushed the notion down and told himself the slut was all for it.

Lars grunted and moaned. He squeezed Desmond tightly and kissed his neck. "I'm gonna cum inside of you, okay? I don't like pulling out." A long beat. "If I pull out I'm gonna get it on your shirt, and this is a really nice shirt you're wearing." The panda trailed the edges of the garment. It was indeed nice. Silk, button-up, and in a fine cream shade which accentuated his blonde hair. Lars could never forgive himself for dropping pecker tracks on such a fine piece of clothing.

"Uhn," Lars puffed. He reached around to give the foxcoon a handjob, but Desmond wasn't hard. Usually men stiffened up from anal sex thanks to the stimulation alone. Lars decided not to linger on it. He reached up and pulled the panties from Desmond's mouth then tossed them into the hamper. "Don't want to suck those too much. Probably full of germs. Cooties," he giggled. "Your name is Desmond," he said during his vigorous humps, "right?"

"Yeh-yes," Desmond gasped. "Please, stop."

The red panda ground Desmond against the wall. "Stop griping, this is primo dick you're getting. You like dick, don't you?" Lars gave Desmond ten seconds to answer, during which he kept pounding. The fox sobbed gently throughout. "Don't you? You're a fox, right?"

"Yes," Desmond ambiguously whined.

Lars took it to mean Desmond liked the cock. He confidently kept giving the twink his special birthday present. Time had a way of getting away from Lars when he was tanked. He briefly panicked that they'd actually been at it for nearly an hour. It hadn't even been five minutes, but the panda fucked the birthday boy as harshly as he could to finish up.

Suddenly Lars' drunk body quaked and he crushed Desmond against the wall. A few grunts came and went, then he dumped his nuts. The fox suffered in silence for a while, then emitted a subtle whine. Whether it was in response to the pressure, the semen, or merely the rape itself, Lars could not tell.

As quickly as he had blown his load, Lars plucked his cock out of the boy. Desmond panted sharply at the exit and twisted around to face Lars. Wanting only distance from the panda, he sat quickly in the corner beside the toilet. Lars looked at the toilet, in which Desmond had pissed. The fox hadn't had the chance to flush, and Lars smiled patronizingly. "You don't flush the john when you've got a party going on? Come on, what kind of slob does that?"

Desmond's hurt face showed a new facet of indignity. Lars ignored it and pissed haphazardly into the bowl. His post-sex erection squirted every which way. Just for fun, Lars batted his penis aside and let the stream splash across Desmond's face. "Whoops," he chuckled, watching with drunken glee as Desmond sputtered and coughed then sobbed all over again.

Lars shook off as inaccurately as he had pissed then pulled his pants up and zipped. He leaned down and kissed Desmond's cheek with what seemed to be genuine sweetness, though he realized he was tasting his own piss and wiped his lips off on the back of his arm. "Hey, happy birthday, yeah?" he jovially said.

Nobody noticed Lars on his way out. The hyena found Desmond soon after, and she urgently called an end to the party. Desmond spent much of the night across her lap, weeping.