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Flowing over the panther's head and across his upper body that was not submerged in water, a warm night breeze ruffled the furs of his exposed chest. His body was lean, but well-rounded. His shoulders were broad, but not thick. The panther's chest showed strength and power, but not bodybuilder material. The most impressive part was his legs which looked solid and bulged whenever he flexed them nonchalantly. His friends always commented that he had the body of a runner. They were not wrong either; the panther did enjoy taking daily jogs around Columbia.

The cool salt water and chlorine mixture felt wonderful against his exposed skin as he laid with his back against the wall of the pool and stood with his arms propped up lazily on the edge. His swimsuit had a red base with black and blue splotches dotting the material. The fabric was snug enough to stay around his hips, but loose enough to feel comfortable and allowed the panther's body to breathe.

Different people walked back and forth along the pool. Some sat on the furniture and chatted idly while others relaxed in the pool, or stood on the spacious wooden balcony that towered above and looked over the beautiful lake. Past the lake, a forest stood like a king that watches over its subordinates. The forest was full of the sounds of nature. From the soulful chirps of the birds as they built their nests and fed their young to the cicadas who hummed joyfully, the forest was bustling with activity.

The music at the party drowned all the sounds out.

A large wooden fence was around the pool to keep critters from getting in and inches away from the fence was small decorated rocks that lined the posts for aesthetics.

Bikinis and swimming trunks were the most seen attire, but some of the more adventurous partiers wore friskier swimwear. In the span of the evening, the panther has seen everything; from swimwear that is modest and conservative to small speedos and thongs that barely conceal the more defined features. The ones who were not outside were inside playing beer pong, drinking casually at the house's bar, or making out in the rooms upstairs.

His dark brown eyes watched with interest as the florescent lights at the bottom of the pool changed color from a somber blue to a perkier yellow. Sighing in contentment, the panther's ears flattened in relaxation and his mind started to grow quiet as the yellow turned into a peaceful magenta.

"Enjoying yourself there, Drew?" A deep voice with a mild Australian accent said.

Looking up from the light, Andrew Quinn cringed when the harsh illumination from the tiki torches blinded him for a second before his eyes could adjusted.

A kangaroo stood tall above him with two beers gripped tightly by their necks in his right hand. The kangaroo's eyes were a light blue color that sparkled with excitement. Unlike Drew, the kangaroo's body was massive and toned in all areas. To the panther, he looked like walking tank. His chest had valleys and peaks, his pectorals defined, and his legs built for tackling. He was built that way for a reason; he was a defensive lineman for the Edwardsville Black Cats.

The kangaroo had cream colored fur on his chest, legs, and the top of his muzzle. His neck, chest, stomach, chin, treasure trail, and thighs were a bright white that clashed with the lime green speedo that was around his waist. Silver ear rings glittered in the moonlight as he stepped into the pool by Drew.

"I am. I just have a lot on my mind." The panther replied as he leaned his head back over the edge of the pool to gaze at the beautiful night sky with a frown across his face. The stars seemed to wink at him from so high up. The moon was full, and the bright light shined down to bathe the area in its glow. Noticing the body cues from the panther, Jack leaned in and said,

"Ahh, that's no way to be. Finals are over, you are surrounded by your mates, and all the booze your twenty year old self needs." Jack exclaimed as he gave Drew a friendly slap on his back.

"They aren't my mates, they are yours. The only reason I always come to these parties is because you drag me along."

"Oh come on," Jack said with a smirk, "What's really on your mind that's keeping you in such down state, mate? You loved these parties and here you are moping and complaining about how terrible it is."

Looking over at Jack's eyes, Drew noticed a flash of concern across the kangaroo's face, but it was gone in an instant. Jack always did seem to keep Drew's best interest close, but at the same time rarely showed that he cared. He acted all tough, but Drew knew that the kangaroo was a softy.

"I am worried about my calculus final. It was worth twenty five percent of my grade and I think I messed up on four of the problems. " Drew complained half-heartedly.

"Well, that's what the booze is for."

"I'm just not in the mood right now." The panther answered with a melancholy huff as he watched the people on the balcony start to work on a keg. One of the dogs, a linebacker it seemed by the way he was built, was leaned backwards by a few other players as nozzle was lovingly put in his mouth and a tap turned.

Rolling his eyes and scooting over to a pool ladder, Jack placed the lid of one of the beer bottles firmly against one of the many metal steps, and raised his paw. With a firm smack against the top of the lid, the cap popped off with a hiss and Jack motioned a person close by to throw the cap away for him with a polite smile and a wink. Drew knew his tricks; the kangaroo could get anyone around his finger with that drop-dead smile and gentleman attitude. He then did the same with the other bottle and found another sucker to take care of the cap.

Jack then floated back over to Drew, holding the glass bottles above his head and making a motor boat sound. The kangaroo eventually came to a halt when the top of his head hit Drew's chest, stood, moved back over near Drew, and wrapped an arm around the panther's shoulders.

"You are a bad influence." Drew tisked as he shook his head and watched the beer bottle Jack clutched in his hand slowly start to make its way closer to his face.

"Come on, mate. One drink." Jack said as he gave the bottle a shake back and forth in front of Drew's muzzle. "It's the stuff you like. None of that knockoff shit."

The panther wrinkled his nose and turned his head, but not without a small smile. He had to admit, he was a sucker when it came to Jack too. The kangaroo always knew how to cheer him up. The friendship they had was tight and open and Jack knew Drew well enough that he felt like an older brother to him.

Jack, realizing his tactics were not working the way he wanted them too, decided to take a new approach.

"Here comes the airplane. Eeeeeeyrummmm." Jack exaggerated as he started to pretend that the bottle was an aircraft and he twisted and turned the bottle mockingly before starting to poke Drew's closed mouth. "It seems to be coming in for a crash landing."

Opening his mouth to say something, Drew felt the bottle move past his lips in an instant and Jack push his chin back gently with his pointer finger. The panther had no choice, but to swallow a large swig of the bitter, but rich liquid. Jack was right about the beer being genuine. The flavor did not taste watered down, nor did it taste fake and artificial. Still though, the panther did not like the idea of Jack controlling his intake of alcohol. Drew attempted to push the bottle away from his lips, but to no avail since Jack's strong grip kept the bottle in place. Admitting defeat with another gulp, Drew clutched the bottle around the base with an annoyed look across his face.

"Shhhh, it will all be over soon." Jack teased.

After Jack felt Drew could handle the alcohol himself, he let go of the bottle. Drew placed the bottle as far away from Jack as possible and said,

"I hate you."

"You cannot hate me. You would have thrown me out when I was your roommate." Jack answered back with a smirk as he took a drink from his bottle with a smirk across his face.

Rolling his eyes, Drew chuckled. Before he could say anything in response; however, a shadow started to appear near him. Drew could not identify the shape, but he could see it inching close enough to make him feel uncomfortable. As much as the panther wanted to give the shadow a kick, he held his foot close to his body. Jumping when a paw brushed against his leg, the panther bumped against Jack by mistake.

"Jumpy are we?" Jack snickered.

"Shut up."

Emerging from the water, a huge raccoon that was in similar stature to Jack gasped and coughed. Grey fur covered him except on his chest, hands, and ankles which were a dark black. He wore a necklace that had several large fake shark teeth tied around it. He gave a half-hearted wave as he coughed up more water, his energetic hazel eyes twinkling.

The raccoon's name was Markus.

"Did you see that dive, bro!? I nailed that shit man!" The raccoon said with a beaming smile that showed his pearly white teeth as he clasped Jack on the shoulder.

Chuckling at his friend's reaction, Jack said, "No I did not. Sorry, man. Andrew might have saw it though."

Leaning over towards Drew, the raccoon still held the energetic smile across his face. The happiness and energy the raccoon seemed to be contagious since the panther found himself smiling without even knowing it.

Drew had to admit, Markus always had an adorable charm about him.

"Did you see my dive, little bro?"

Drew held back a look of disgust in reaction to the phrase 'little bro.'

"Unfortunately, I missed it."

Sighing, the raccoon moved over and placed his hands on the edge of the pool and lifted himself out of the pool to sit on the edge. Water rolled off his toned legs and dripped off his paws. The moon shined just right to make the water glimmer on the raccoon's fur and gleam like a well-polished jewel on display.

"You guys are just too lost in one another's eyes."

What Jack and Drew saw made both their jaws drop as Mark's lower body shot out of the water to unveil his outfit. He wore a jockstrap with a black pouch that did nothing to hide his assets. A thin white strap was around the raccoon's hips with "Bum" written across it with two thick white straps shooting off from the back and highlighted the exposed cheeks. The straps connected to the pouch from underneath.

"Mark, why are you wearing that?" Jack asked while cocking an eyebrow in curiosity.

"I was betted by Travis that I could not wear his jock around for the whole party." Markus said casually as if it was not a huge deal in the slightest. His tail flicked lazily behind him.

"So...you're doing it out of spite?" Drew asked with a blush when his eyes fell on Markus's exposed cheeks. The soft fur and muscle was highlighted by the thick straps and framed Markus's rump.

"No, bro. I'm doing this because his jockstraps are amazingly comfortable," Mark said innocently. "Who wouldn't turn down one of these?"

Turning around and giving one of the back straps a tug and then letting go to make a sharp slap ring out across the area, Mark grinned sheepishly as he walked away towards the diving board. To Drew's relief, the sound was drowned out by the loud music inside. He really did not want that kind of attention right now.

"Interesting," Drew commented sarcastically as he watched the raccoon make his way past a group who eyed his choice of undergarment with a look of awe that someone would wear something so revealing and strut confidently, "Remind me how I met your weird friends again?"

"Mark always hosts these parties and you always mooch so cut him some slack," Jack chuckled as he took one last swig from his beer before setting it on the edge of the pool with a look of satisfaction, "Plus, he could kick your ass so it would be best if you kept your comments to yourself."

"Oh sure he could." Drew said with a smirk as he gave Jack's right shoulder a playful punch.

Jack smiled and put Drew in a headlock before taking his fist and started to rub his knuckles aggressively on the top of his head. The two always had friendly banter back and forth. It was just the way they were around one another. Even the day they first met, setting up their room and inquiring about one another, Drew was relaxed around Jack.

Laughing, the panther pushed Jack away from him, and splashed him with water. The water hit Jack right in his face.

"What are we, nine? Giving me a nuggie..."

"All's fair game when you fight with me, mate." Jack retorted with a smirk as he shook his head and rubbed his eyes. The small droplets of water rolled down his neck and over his gorgeous chest.

"You are so child-"

Before Drew could finish, a loud crash rang through the house. Everyone's ears perked up as the sound of glass breaking echoed throughout the inside of the house before making its ways outside. The familiar muffled sound of the music through the walls turned into an eerie quiet. Some individuals got out of the pool, off the chairs scattered around, or stopped making out with their one night stands to investigate on what was going on. Others just continued with what they were doing; too caught up to even bother with the ruckus.

Getting out of the pool, Jack walked over to a pool chair where a black duffel bag was sitting. He zipped open the top. Inside was a bottle of shampoo with cheesy picture of a wolf washing his chest and abs, an assortment of football gear that Jack forgot to take out, and two towels that looked worn from use. Jack grabbed the light blue towel that sat nicely folded on top of the dark blue one. Drying himself off with haste, he made sure to hit the wettest parts of his body before wrapping the towel snuggly around his hips and running at a moderate pace towards the house after shouting to Drew,

"I'm going to go check that out. Be right back!"

Nodding, Drew watched Jack rush to the glass door and slide inside before being lost in the crowd that was starting to conglomerate. Some stood outside since the crowd was so huddled together. Most of the crowd was mumbling amongst themselves. Some were standing on the tips of their toes to get a clear look at what was happening.

Soon, there was a loud roar that shook Drew to his very core. It seemed Drew was not the only one who was shaken; the crowd took a few paces back. Deciding it was time to get out of the pool, Drew lifted himself out and made his way over to Jack's bag. Grabbing his towel, Drew followed Jack's example.

Before Drew could even move towards the bar; however, it seemed what was happening was making its way outside.

The crowd parted to reveal a bull with a husky by the scruff of his shirt. The bovine was massive with midnight black fur that glimmered with sweat. His biceps flexed as the bull dragged the husky out into the fresh night air. His thighs were the size of tree trunks and his back carved with tough muscle. The bull's beautifully sculpted chest heaved with every gulp of air he took, power coursing through the raw masculinity that the bovine possessed. A gold ring on the behemoth's right ear wiggled with every step. If anyone just met the bull, they would have guessed him to be a football player.

And they would have guessed correctly.

He was a defensive lineman playing for the same college Jack played for.

His legs were just as powerful and intimidating as his upper body, the sinew flexing and relaxing with each threating step he took. The bovine's horns were sharp, coming to a point and looked like they were polished with care. The dark black fur across the bovine's body shined with sweat, the small droplets rolling off of his body and falling onto the ground. Several claw marks were across his chest and face as well as his back. Drew was too preoccupied with the scene to notice the ironic pairing of violence with the bull's light blue swimming trunks. The trunks had small white palm trees dotting the surface of the fabric which gave off a lazy and relaxed vibe.

The expression across the bull's face was anything, but calm. His muzzle was in a snarl of anger while the husky's masked fear. The bovine's deep brown eyes glared down at his opponent as he walked confidently forward. The dog's tail was curled under his legs as he struggled against the hold he was in.

The husky wore a red polo with white stripes and neat khaki pants that were now dirtied which gave off a hint of a scuffle. A white watch was around his wrist that looked expensive and maintained. From the fur that could be seen, Drew guessed that the husky was a mix of red and white. His body was lean and groomed. It seemed that the husky took great pride in his appearance.

Drew instantly thought of an insurance agent or an accountant.

Most of the crowd that was inside made its way out as the bovine walked forward towards the pool. Drew noticed that a handful of the partiers in the crowd wore many of the same things the husky did and had a patch on the top right shoulder that had Greek letters that Drew could not notice. Some of them looked amused, others angry, and the rest bored.

"You think you faggots scare me," The husky boasted as took swipes with his clawed feet at the bull's stomach. "I've got AED on my back. Once the fraternity finds out about you faggots-"

The grip across the husky's neck got stronger and soon the dog was gasping for air.

"Use that word one more time..." The bovine threatened.

Walking near the bull and setting his paw on his right shoulder, Jack walked cautiously over to the bovine's side. Jack's grasp on the shoulder was firm, but comforting and the bull's expression softened for a moment.

"Come on, Travis," The kangaroo whispered, "He's not worth it. You're a bit drunk and he is too. He does not know what he is saying."

Starting to relax the clutch around the husky's neck a bit, Travis blinked a bit as if surprised at his rage which gave the husky enough air to hiss,

"Faggots..."

That seemed to be the last straw for the bovine who roared and in his ferocity threw the husky like he was only a small pebble being cast out into a lake. Luckily, the dog was thrown into the direction of the shallower area.

The AED member went back first into the pool, yelling the whole way of his decent. Some of the frat members cringed while others glared at Travis menacingly when the husky hit the water with a loud splash. Markus, who was standing off to the side and watching the spectacle, ran over to calm the angry fraternity boys when he noticed they were looking as if they were about to cause a riot while Jack placed his hands on his head in awe.

Drew stood with a blank look across his face, not knowing how to react to the situation. The patrons around the area seemed to be doing the same, the awkward silence becoming that much more unnerving.

After a few seconds, a shirt bubbled up to the surface along with a half-naked husky who huffed and gasped when he reached the surface before proceeding to hack up water. His fur was drenched and his face was contorted into a vicious snarl.

Drew had to stifle a chuckle.

In about a second, the husky reached into one of his many pockets and pulled out a small black knife that was folded into the case. Grabbing the end, the dog did a couple of stylish flings before a thin silver blade flicked upward. The knife was a switchblade.

Markus went from calming the fraternity members to staring at the husky with a look of disbelief. Some of the AED members looked equal as stupefied that one of their own would be irate enough to take out a knife. Others, on the other hand, egged the husky on to fight.

Jack was busy pulling Travis back from jumping into the pool and giving the dog a piece of his mind, using all his strength to grapple the bull. Travis was thinking about ninety nine ways he could pummel the dog into the ground in his drunken bloodlust. The knife seemed to just have added more fuel to fire.

"Now, that's a stupid move." Drew said to the husky who turned over his shoulder with anger still etched into his face to lock eyes with the panther.

"You must think you have some pretty big nads. Shut up! This is between me and him so kindly piss off." The husky shouted irritably.

"Maybe it's you who should piss off," Drew said with a calm expression. "I believe you have caused enough trouble and I'm sure the football players would not mind breaking some of your bones if you continue with your petty slanders."

Looking around, the husky eyed the people at the party to see they all looked at him as if he was just a bug ready to be stomped on. Some gave him glares while others were starting to shuffle towards him hostilely. The water in the pool shifted as the players grew ever closer to the male.

Gulping, the husky mumbled, "Can I leave safely?"

Looking over to Jack and Markus, Drew waited for an answer.

They both nodded.

Glancing back down at the husky, Drew said, "Yes."

"Then I will. Bunch of fags."

Giving a sigh of annoyance as he pushed past all the angry looking football players and waded his way towards one of the pool ladders, the soaked husky pulled himself out of the pool and pocketed his switchblade. Water started to pool around his feet and with every step the dog took, a squelching sound of wet shoes swiftly followed.

Defeated, the dog walked past Travis, Jack, and Markus without as much as a gesture. The crowd parted for the husky, not wanting to get wet, or create another disturbance. It was awkward for everyone; even Travis who started to sober up and pushed Jack forcefully away when he realized he was being held back only to stand near the door with a frown across his face. Jack did not seemed phased by the push and simply crossed him arms and watched the husky with a mixture of caution and disgust. The frat members that empathized with the husky shot dirty looks at Travis before helping their brother through the door and out through the front porch. The rest of the frat members decided to walk back inside after giving their apologies to Markus who just shrugged the whole event off as if it was not a big deal.

Walking over to the other side of the pool, Drew weaved his way in and out of the crowds as he made his way up to Jack. The kangaroo was all smiles again when Drew made his way over and he patted the panther's shoulder.

"And that is why you are always welcome at the parties." Jack joked.

"So I can play babysitter for a bunch of drunks whenever a fight breaks out?" Drew chuckled.

"Exactly."

"So, who invited AED anyway? I thought this was just invite only for the football players?"

"One of them tagged along with a friend somewhere and that member invited others in," Jack sighed as he watched the party start to liven up once more. "They are good guys, but that guy was a douche. He had a bit too much to drink and apparently knew Travis batted for a different team if you know what I'm saying, mate."

The loud thump of a strong kick could be heard through the walls as the music started up again along with idle chit chat of the different players.

Nodding, Drew replied curtly, "I know what you're saying."

Drew felt a pang of guilt run through him.

Looking over at Travis, the panther noticed that the bull's chest had small gashes across it from the husky's claws. His back and legs were also scuffed in places. Travis's chest heaved as he looked over Drew with a comforting familiarity. The bull's expression changed from fierce hate to a more relaxed state. His arms fell to his side relaxed and his heavy panting began to wind down as his glare softened to the realization of what just occurred.

"He had it coming, man."

Drew shook his head, but gave a small chuckle and replied, "I know big guy, but you can't beat the shit out of someone every party."

Travis looked down at the ground. His eyes narrowed and expression seemed blank. His mouth opened, but no words came and he fell silent. It seemed he wanted to apologize, but at the same time his lips widened into a menacing smile.

"The look on his face when I had my hand around his neck was priceless..."

A comforting hand fell on Travis's right bicep, the thumb moving back and forth through the soft fur with what appeared to be sympathy. The muscle felt firm and unyielding as it flexed naturally under the touch. The panther had to admit, he always had some jealously when it came to the physical fitness the football players had compared to his lean, but not as thick frame. Drew blushed at what he was doing as his pulled his hand away, his hand clutching into a fist as he imagined the fur still on the tips of his fingers.

"You're a brute."

"You seem to like 'em that way." Travis retorted with a snicker.

Giving Travis a playful jab on the shoulder, Drew rolled his eyes and motioned for Travis to follow him through the doors saying,

"Come on you lug. I have to patch you up."

Huffing as he looked at his cuts with annoyance rather than pain, Travis slurred, "Do I get to bring booze while you treat me like a child?"

Sighing, Drew replied, "You're bleeding. Plus, remember when you tried to treat yourself last time? Flavored vodka does not disinfect a wound."

"I may have had," There was a slight pause before the bull continued, "...clouded judgement."

"Tisk tisk, man."

"Hey, it burned like it worked!"

"That could be said about a lot of things, Travis." Drew joked as he walked inside. The hardwood floor beneath their bare feet was chill due to the air conditioning, but the room was packed with so many people that it felt stuffy. The area wreaked of alcohol and musk, but it was not a completely disgusting smell. The smell was familiar and welcoming like the atmosphere the assorted people gave off.

People inside were chatting amongst themselves, some drinking socially while others were hunched over the mahogany bar on the right side of the room. It seemed that the patrons around the bar were cheering on a shirtless ram behind the bar who was downing a concoction that smelled strongly of whiskey and rum. The ram slammed the plastic cup down with a bit of the caramel tinted liquid across the upper portion of his lips and whooped along with his buddies as he wiped the homemade brew crudely with his arm.

The ram had black tribal tattoos all up and down his cream colored fur. His frame was halfway between thick and lean. A light blue speedo with white trim was around the ram's waist and hugged his figure, highlighting his curvy hips and rump. The smile across his lips brought out his blue eyes and clashed with the brown horns that curled out of the top of his head. It looked like he could outrun anyone in the room.

His name was Alex Kummel and he was the running back.

To the left, several plush looking sofas sat occupied with females and males alike. Some were in appropriate swimming attire, but others were dressed more casually. Comfortable looking tee shirts and jeans looked to be the norm out of the handful of non-swimmers. A flat screen TV sat quietly in front of the couches; untouched and silently waiting for someone to find the clicker that was buried deep within one of the couches.

Drew looked onto the event at the bar with an uninterested expression across his features, but Travis was cheering along with the guys, especially the ram, and Drew had to push the massive beast in the direction of the stairs that were behind the bar. The steps creaked with their combined weight and the duo had to dodge a giggly couple as they ran down the stairs. As they ran down, Travis pulled out a bottle from the inside of his trunks and raised it to the couple mumbling something incoherent before twisting off the cap and taking a few hefty gulps.

The couple both looked at the bovine amused before continuing the down the stairs.

Drew looked back after hearing the hiss of air leaving a pressurized substance and shook his head in awe saying, "Do you just conjure alcohol out of thin air?"

"No." Travis said with a chuckle, "But I do make it appear out of my swimming trunks."

"You're ridiculous."

"No, I'm just innovative."

"Did Alex put that in your trunks, Travis?" Drew interrogated with a glare.

Travis stopped and said back with his lip quivering, "It's only one..."

Sighing, Drew placed his hand on his forehead and said, "Fine, but if you are too drunk to work on then you'll just have to deal with your assorted boo boos."

Although Drew was angry, he had to admit that the bovine had an adorable charm about him. Drew did not know if it was the innocent and playful way Travis acted around him, or if it was rumbling voice that came from his lips, but he always let the bull off the hook more times than he cared to admit. Drew began to think to himself of why he grown attached to such a stubborn and foolish man like Travis.

Surprise quickly shot the thoughts from his mind when his foot missed a step and he began his decent backwards. Feeling his body collide with the wall of muscle behind him, Drew felt his chest flutter as he felt the all too familiar of Travis's strong grasp on his shoulders.

Pushing the panther back onto his feet, Travis smirked at the shocked look across Drew's face and said, "You would not think I would let you fall, would you?"

Drew huffed and said, "I think I would have rather fell..."

"Well, when you put it that way..."

Feeling the pushing immediately stop, Drew immediately began to flail his arms as he began to fall backwards once again. Drew looked up at the bull's face to see a grin plastered across it as he reached out and attempted to grab onto Travis's large arms. Even through there was a lot of arm to grab; however, Drew felt his hands slide right off the soft fur.

Right before Drew felt all hope was lost and he was going to end up with a nasty headache, a hand reached out and gripped his wrist to keep him from plummeting down the stairs and into the couple that was now too busy ogling Alex's mixing skills.

The hand belonged to Travis who used his open hand to take a swig of his bottle before saying, "You're completely sober and can't walk up stairs..."

Finally setting the panther completely upright, Travis chuckled as he made his way upward. Shrugging his shoulders and brushing his clothes off, Drew sighed and mumbled sternly, "Cheeky bastard."

But not before a deep blush crossed his face.

When the two made it to the top of the stairs, Travis seemed to have a kick in his step as he hummed some random song, drinking the bottle of beer merrily. Whatever the tune was, it seemed to sound like something one would hear before going to battle. The hallway that the duo made it up to was narrow, but long enough that there were five doors in total with two on the right as well as two on the left. A transparent glass door looked out over the balcony where many of the party goers were still busy working on the keg. The doors looked similar with each one being made of a beautiful dark wood. The floor was cool against their feet as they walked and the walls were decorated with assorted pictures. Some were of Markus while others were gorgeous views of the ocean, or a bustling forest.

One of the doors on the right was slightly ajar and the light was on. Sniffing, Drew could smell the scent of soap and various other sweet smelling products. Travis was too busy whispering sweet nothings to the label of his booze to notice the paw that grabbed his arm and pulled him in the direction of the door. Clutching the handle and giving it a firm pull, Drew moved out of the way of the swinging door while maneuvering the bovine so the panther stood behind Travis. Giving the football player a push inside, Drew closed the door to give the two some privacy.

The bathroom was spacious enough that the two had no problems moving around, but small enough that the room did not feel like it was going to swallow them up. The walls were a deep brown and the tiles that covered the floor were crafted with a precision. Everything in the bathroom seemed to have an order about it from the towels to the toothpaste and toothbrush that were neatly set in a holder in a spot that was easy to reach over to. A shower was settled nicely in the back left portion of the room. Placing the now empty bottle of beer on the marble countertop, Travis grinned. The bull's teeth shined in the light and his eyes twinkled deviously as he looked over the panther.

"Now you have me alone. What are you going to do to me, Andrew?"

Mumbling a few more carefully chosen words, Drew pushed passed Travis and opened up the cabinet below the sink. Several products caught his eye, but most of them seemed to be assorted soups and cleaners. Rummaging through, Drew managed to grasp something that felt like bandages, but when he pulled it out of the sink, he smiled lewdly.

It was an unopened box that held lube. Travis's eyebrow seemed to raise in curiosity; that devious smirk widening larger.

"Oh Markus, you sly dog." Drew chuckled as he put the lube back where it was before continuing the search for band aids.

"It must be for Jack. That roo can never resist Markus's...temptations." Travis giggled as his tail swished back and forth over the tiles.

Shrugging, Drew brushed off the comment. He knew Jack and Markus were an item since Jack introduced the coon to him. It was strange for Drew to realize that Jack was bisexual, but it did not come to any huge surprise. The way Jack always picked at Drew to get him to finally open up on his own sex life and his less than modest questions made him realize that he knew a thing or two about bedding males.

When he finally found medical wraps and disinfectant cream tucked away in the far left corner, Drew moved out from under the cabinet and said simply,

"Face me so I can do some patch work."

Facing Drew so that his vulnerable chest was right in front of the now standing panther, Travis puffed out his body which made his muscles bulge outward menacingly.

Chuckling and giving Travis's hard abs a light punch, Drew joked, "You look like a big puffer fish."

Giving a small 'oof' and laughing, Travis replied, "This puffer fish could throw down with you any day."

Reaching out and massaging the area where Drew threw the blow, the panther could feel the ridges and peaks in the abs. The muscle was tight and well-crafted just like the rest of Travis's body. Drew could tell that the massive body was built in such a way that it could take a hit. When Drew traced his hands over the cuts, it seemed that they healed rather quickly and many of the cuts did not even scratch the surface of the thick hide.

He shivered slightly as his hand traced over the muscles, coming to rest on the bull's nipples and pinched them slightly while blushing to himself. Giving small hisses and a heavy snort, Travis put his hands on the panther's hips and pushed him up against the sink. It was a hard enough push that the contents inside the drawers rattled. Drew gasped as Travis began to trace his hands around Drew's soft fur.

"I thought I had wounds that needed patching up." Travis chuckled as he continued to grope where he pleased. The bull's tail slapped against his leg excitingly as the panther gave small yips with every enticing grope.

"Y-you did. They just don't look as severe as I t-OH...thought." Drew managed to stutter out as the hand gripped his most private of places in a firm grip.

"Well, I could use a massage. I think I might have pulled a muscle throwing that bitch across the pool." Travis said with a chuckle and a tantalizing smirk.

Speechless as he continued to feel Travis's broad front side, Drew replied, "I don't know if I can...I don't know..."

Taking his hand off of Drew's manhood and moving up to his friend's shoulder, Travis gripped Drew's right shoulder casually and smiled warmly saying,

"If you do not want to go through with this then we can quit."

Drew shook his head, "I want to, but I'm afraid that-"

"We are just two males having fun. Nothing serious. Just relax and explore, ok? Remember when we first met?"

Thoughts started to come back to Drew quickly. He started to remember his hesitation, his upfront honesty with the bull, and Travis's confession to him. He thought back to Travis's soft lips when they connected with his and the surprise of the whole situation. He recalled Travis's dominating musk as it assaulted his senses as his head bobbed with every curious slurp and lick.

Drew blushed.

"Ya, I remember."

Although Travis was being considerate, there was a hint of something more in his voice; as if he wanted something else out of Drew. It was as if he wanted something more intimate and special. The panther looked into Travis's eyes as he searched for any hesitation, or lying, but like always he could find nothing, but what appeared to be sincerity. Leaning forward until his head was on Travis's chest, Drew could hear the thump of the bovine's heartbeat as he nuzzled into his companion. Wrapping his hands around Travis's massive back, Drew could feel the muscles shift and flex as Travis pulled Drew close. Drew could honestly lay in the football player's arms all day and snuggle with him. He felt safe wrapped in the bull's embrace.

The afterglows were certainly nice with the wall of muscle up against him.

Travis was always the big spoon.

"Hey, buddy..." Travis began, but was quickly cut off with a claw that was pointed up towards his chin.

"Don't call me buddy." Drew said with a glare in Travis's direction, but a chuckle soon after. "You know I hate that."

Drew could feel a rumble resonate at where his head was laying and made a guess that Travis chuckled. The vibration made Drew purr at bit and his tail swish against the tiles.

"You know I never would hurt you."

"I know."

The two stood in silence holding onto one another for a time. The thump of the kick from downstairs was just as loud as ever, but the sound of chit chatting began to dissipate. The time was starting to get late and people were beginning to leave and go home. Drew could only hope that Alex stopped the drunk ones from driving home.

The two stood in each other's arms, Drew's hands exploring the football player's toned body. His hands explored the muscles with familiarity and he knew exactly where to press and kneed to get deep gasps from Travis.

"Hey, I think the guest room is open. If you want, we can..."

Drew grabbed Travis's hand and dragged him out of the bathroom.

Stumbling as he was being pulled by the surprisingly strong tug, Travis nearly collided with the panther before regaining his footing. Eventually, the two managed to make it into the guest bedroom and the door was shut abruptly.

The room was spacious, but bare. It seemed that whoever decorated it had a love for minimalistic art since there was several paintings of strange parallel lines that were different shades of colors and a bust of a male head with no noticeable eyes, ears, or nose. A bed sat by a small window that was just big enough to let in moonlight. It looked like the bed could barely fit two people.

But Drew and Travis always managed.

The bull kissed the panther passionately upon the lips and pushed him hard against the door. Their bodies were so close together that the panther began to feel almost unbearably hot. Sweat began to drip down between their grinding bodies making their fur and muscle shine and shimmer in the little light that was let in through the window.

Grabbing Drew's wrists, Travis began to raise Drew's arms above his head as he kissed the panther with increased vigor. A groan raced through the kiss as the panther gave into the pleasure he was feeling as Travis felt where he wanted with his free hand. Grabbing the bovine's rump to feel the muscle flex instinctively at the touch, Drew extended his claws and gripped the material of swim trunks in a tight clutch. Grunting as he felt a mixture of pain and arousal flood his system, the bull bit teasingly down on Drew's lips firm enough to get a yip from the panther, but not enough to cause any harm.

Drew blushed when he realized how much he was getting into the intimate moment and broke the kiss and sheathed his claws with a coy smirk. He kept one hand on the bovine's rear and his other hand cupped and kneaded Travis's package. Drew could feel the weight inside the swim wear. No matter how many times he had the chance to dabble with Travis's more private areas, he was always taken by surprise with how large Travis was. The material blocking his access to Travis's manhood made the situation that much more erotic.

"Bad kitty." Travis chided jokingly as he worked his way down the panther's lean, but toned chest with a smirk. The bull's thumb traced a line down Drew's treasure trail enticingly before hooking the band of the panther's swim trunks. Travis tugged on the waistband which made Drew grip the bovine's rump and package in a firm squeeze.

"Your punishment is you have to remove these." Travis rumbled with a devious grin.

Grinning, the panther said, "And what if I don't?"

Travis's lips twisted into a mischievous smile as he gave the waistband a pull and pushed the panther towards the bed with his free hand. Tripping over his swim trunks as they were pulled from his body, Drew landed on the bed and chuckled as he cupped his privates before saying with a purr,

"You seem to be in one of those moo-omph!"

Before Drew had time to finish his sentence, Travis jumped on top of the panther and began to peck at his neck lovingly and biting soft enough not to leave a mark, but hard enough to make Drew yip and sigh in a mixture of pain and pleasure the sensations gave him. The two felt over each other for what felt like hours, their hands tracing over one another's bodies. Feeling gentle rubs and gropes on his exposed body, Drew's voice caught in his throat as the dexterous hands made their way to his upper chest and pecs. He grunted when Travis's thumbs and index fingers found the nubs of his nipples and pinched them firmly; the gasps music to the bull's ears as he tweaked and pinched Drew's tender nubs.

Moving his head away from the panther's neck, Travis looked innocently up into Drew's eyes. The bovine's eyes, with their beautiful shade of brown, did not leave Drew's gaze until his left eye give a cocky wink. Drew gave a chuckle at the gesture. Travis always had a way to take him away from any situation and make him laugh.

It was one of the qualities Drew enjoyed about Travis.

Drew felt Travis's nimble tongue trail down his neck, the slick appendage making its way seductively down the small bite marks. Drew gave a hiss in response as his body shook slightly at the pleasure. The tongue eventually made its way to the panther's right nipple, circling the nub in an achingly teasing manner before Travis wrapped his lips around the nub and bit down gingerly.

Inhaling abruptly, Drew's muzzle contorted into what appeared to be a snarl. Travis looked genuinely fearful as he saw the sharp fangs of the panther as Drew opened up his muzzle and his claws clutched the bovine's muscled back. Travis's ears flattened in submission as soon as the vicious sound left Drew's lips and he backed off suddenly with a bit of concern across his face.

Drew's face quickly changed when he noticed how scared and worried Travis looked. Seeing the massive beast of a male in front of him look as if he stepped on a landmine and was waiting for his doom made the panther laugh. Drew placed a hand on Travis's cheek and affectionately rubbed it with his thumb.

"Sorry about that, Travis. I am still be a bit...touchy from our last little adventure."

Travis gave the nub a quick kiss before saying, "The way it turned you on last time made me want to do a bit more nipple play."

Drew's face grew hot at the comment and he waved the comment off replying hotly, "Just continue you big lug..."

Travis smirked and leaned forward until his lips brushed against the panthers before whispering, "I can feel you growing down there, bud. Seems to me I did not need a little nipple foreplay to bring my favorite alley cat out to play anyway. "

A palm wrapped around Drew's shaft in an unyielding grip before giving it a few strokes. Travis grinned when he felt a bead of liquid roll down his fingers before dripping onto the panther's chest. Ears flattening, Drew answered back at the same volume,

"You always turn me on, stud."

In a spur of passion, Travis kissed the panther aggressively, dominating Drew's mouth with his tongue. The panther was overwhelmed, his senses tingling with every touch Travis gave him and he shivered in his sexual high. He felt fingers drum along his member before moving down to cup his jewels. Drew yelped when he felt a tight squeeze.

"These feel full." Travis chuckled out devilishly as he rolled the sensitive orbs in his palm.

Giving a sigh at the treatment his lower extremities were going through, the panther said nothing and enjoyed the soft kisses the bull continued to give to his body. As Drew's member throbbed in the bull's grip, the strokes continued to became more sensual and deeper. Drew began to give off small moans of encouragement which was music to Travis's ears. The football player knew he had the panther right where he wanted him.

Travis could feel his own shaft pulse with need as it grinded against his lover. The swim trunks were tented and bulged outward in obvious arousal and the center had a dark wet spot right in the middle. Travis grinned like a fool when he felt his tool jump in his trunks before spurting jet of pre that only added to the wet spot.

The musk in the room was overpowering. The two males gave off an odor that reeked of alcohol, sweat, and sex. Drew was intoxicated by the scent and inhaled deeply. He felt his mind grow numb in ecstasy and his heart began to pound even faster in his chest. His stomach fluttered and he felt a pressure begin to build as Travis continued to rub and stroke his most private of parts. The room began to spin and Drew's hips began to thrust forward into Travis's hand. Drew moaned into the dark room, and the bull's ears flicked upwards. Travis smirked before gripping the panther's balls firmly once again which forced the panther to squirm.

Travis knew that he was getting close.

"Ahh...Travis! I am about to..."

Travis leaned forward and locked lips with Drew for a few seconds before licking once again down Drew's treasure trail. Instead of stopping; however, he continued to make his way down the panther's abs before wrapping his lips around the head of Drew's member in a warm, slick, and blissful embrace.

Drew groaned loudly and his tongue rolled out of his mouth in an expression that Travis read as a lustful need to finish. Wrapping his flexible appendage around the underside of Drew's manhood, Travis began to bob his head along with the barrage of thrusts he was now receiving from his lover. Repositioning himself, Travis let go of Drew's balls and used one hand to hold Drew's shaft while he used the other to rub the panther's naked chest in circles, feeling the soft fur on the tips of his fingers.

Travis ignored the urge to attend to his own needs. He figured it would be a pity to deny Drew's chance to pleasure him later.

After all, the night is young.

As the panther thrusted his hips into the tight orifice of Travis's mouth, he could feel his balls slap against the bull's chin which rang out throughout the open room. He smiled sinisterly as he grabbed the bull's horns with both his hands to control the bovine's bobbing and he pushed his lover further down roughly with each piston of his hips. Travis looked up at the panther to see a dominate twinkle in his eyes as they locked for a moment, but his concentration was quickly interrupted when Drew pulled Travis's head down until his manhood fully lodged inside. Travis could feel the panther grind against his muzzle. His tongue began to twirl around the panther's manhood and pumped the shaft for bring the panther ever closer to climax.

Drew felt his shaft give a hard throb before a white hot pleasure shot through him. He gave a predator-like snarl and bared his fangs in a feral manner that made Travis's ears droop in submission as a surge of milky climax filled Travis's senses. The smell was indefinitely male and the taste was a bitter saltiness, but Travis felt his craving for it rise. Travis's eyes bulged in surprise as surge after surge of the salty substance assaulted his taste buds and he gagged slightly at the taste before he began to swallow it down.

"H-holy shit..." Drew rumbled as his orgasm continued and Drew's seed poured into Travis's mouth. Drew grinded against Travis's muzzle as the bull milked him for all he had and Drew felt two hands move down to his bum to squeeze it roughly.

Travis gave a whimper of need as the panther pulled himself out, the member covered in saliva and remnants of the panther's climax. Travis followed the shaft and leaned forward to try to engulf the member back into his maw once again. He was inches away from the head of the shaft, and he stuck out his tongue to attempt to lick the head. What Travis did not know was that Drew's orgasm still had not tampered off.

Travis mooed in surprise as he got blasted by two jets of Drew's thick and milky seed. The first shot hit him on the cheek and drippled down his neck and over his chest. The second one hit Travis right on the nose and trailed down towards the bovine's mouth.

"Ya...damn." Travis panted as he used his fingers to trail across the splatters across his body. He took his now covered left index and middle finger and stuck them into his mouth. He began to suck on them affectionately.

As the bovine began to move from laying on the bed to a more crouched position, the football player hooked the fingers that he was not sucking on in his swimsuit and started to pull it down. Drew watched with suppressed desire as Travis began to swish his hips in a teasing manner, his swim trunks slowly falling from his hips to unveil his modest seven inches of pure maleness. He pulled the swimwear from his legs before throwing the trunks over to the side. In a swift motion, Travis's took his fingers out of his mouth and began to trace his hand down his naked chest before cupping his orbs with his right hand and used his left to stroke his hard manhood.

"Mmmm...you taste good." Travis said with a smirk as he moved his body over Drew's until they were chest to chest, hip to hip, and muzzle to muzzle. Giving a small thrust, Travis grinded his member against Drew's.

"Ahh...Travis...please..." Drew sighed as Travis nibbled on his right ear.

"Please, what?" Travis said with a grin as he felt his lover's member jump against his in arousal.

The two laid on one another, basking in the heat that surrounded their bodies. The couple could feel the lust they felt for one another building and growing unrestful with every touch. Drew's moans grew needier and Travis become more comfortable touching him where he pleased. Leaning forward, Travis kissed the panther on the lips. The bull's eyes glittered in the light as they starred into Drew's.

Travis broke into a beaming smile and Drew's face blushed with color.

"Just grab the lube..."

Reaching behind him, it seemed as if Travis pulled out a bottle from out of thin air. Looking to his left, Drew noticed the small nightstand had a drawer that was now opened and empty.

"You sly thief." Drew chuckled as he watched Travis lean up and begin to smear his member, along with Drew's, in the clear and slick jelly.

"It's not my fault Mark keeps this stuff everywhere. It's like every room has its own bottle." Travis joked as his hands massaged the oil into the skin. A squelching sound started to fill the room as they frotted together, and Drew exhaled in bliss as Travis's hands worked their members expertly.

Right at that precise moment, the door that led into their private oasis of pleasure was cracked open just a smidge. An eye peaked in before going wide in shock before the door was opened forcefully and Jack and Markus came stumbling in each with their arms around one another laughing merrily.

As they stumbled inward, Drew yipped and hugged Travis close to his body to shield his exposed body.

"Ahhh, I knew that I heard something come from in here. Little Drew finally becoming a man?" The roo managed to say before he hiccupped loudly and began to walk forward before tripping on his own feet and falling down to the floor. It seemed Jack managed to knock the wind out of him and he just laid on the floor as stiff as a board as if he was contemplating the choices that led up to his decision. Travis starred with a blank look on his face as he watched Markus run forward with a nervous smile and grab Jack's ankles and begin to pull him out of the room.

"Sorry, bros." Markus glanced over to Travis's hand clutched around Drew's member with a devious smirk before licking his fangs. Travis's tail casually flicked over his rump to give a small slap that rang across the room.

"We'll leave you to it."

When the two finally left and the door was once again closed, Drew and Travis both looked at one another and sighed. They both heard Markus's muffled laugh as he said, "God, we are so drunk."

"Well, that was interesting."

Drew rolled his eyes and said, "Second time this week. Before, he caught me..."

Catching himself, Drew stopped and awkwardly began to shuffle his feet against one another under Travis's bulk.

"He caught you doing...what?" Travis said with a grin as he nuzzled into Drew's neck.

Drew made an inappropriate gesture that consisted of clenching his hand into a fist and pivoting his arm up and down in a smooth motion.

Chuckling, Travis said, "I've seen worse from you, alley cat."

Starting again where he left off, Travis began to rub and stroke their members, bringing them back into their intimacy. Drew grunted as Travis's lips met his before moving away and saying,

"I seem to be lubed up. You ok if I top?"

Drew nodded.

"You also ok if I..."

Drew nodded again before saying, "As long as you remember our saf-"

"If you feel threatened, just tap my shoulder twice...I remember." Travis responded with a warm smile.

Drew squeezed Travis's shoulder twice.

Travis smirked as he leaned upward and towered over the panther. He was a sight as his muscles flexed with every breath he took and sweat matted his fur. His erect member stood proud in its full glory, a small bead of pre leaking from the head and dribbling onto the sheets below. Drew felt somewhat intimidated by the large presence and a shiver flew through his body as the bull wrapped his arms around his lean frame and flipped him over onto his stomach roughly.

The treatment was erotic to Drew. The idea of a burly stud creating his wildest fantasies made his heart pound and his breathing become heavy. His claws began to dig into the sheets as he turned his head slightly to the right to see Travis's eyes glazed over in a primal heat. The loving and gentle Travis that was there before was replaced with a beast that needed to rut.

Drew moaned out as a hand came down and quickly slapped his rump before kneading the muscle that laid beneath. The soft caresses that happened before were no longer there and replaced with a deeper need...

A need to dominate.

The treatment was rough, but arousing and Drew groaned out into the room as the bull slapped his rump again, watching the panther's rump jiggle and dance.

"Mmmmm, I love a good breeding slut." Travis growled out in such a rumbling tone that made the panther's ears droop downward in submission and his tail lift slightly before wrapping itself around the bull's back.

Groaning as he felt hot breath across the crack of his bum, Drew leaned back to feel Travis's muzzle brush against his rump invitingly. The bull took in a deep breath of Drew's musk, smelling sweet and sex radiating off of the panther as if inviting him to take his mate in heat.

"Gotta make sure you're prepared to be rutted, heifer."

Feeling a tongue circle around his pucker, Drew moaned into the sheets as the warm and wet appendage teasingly trailed around his hole before unceremoniously spearing into him. Drew's legs shook in pleasure at the strange feeling of his hole stretching around the limber muscle and he yipped as hands gripped his cheeks and spread them apart for easier access.

Travis plunged hungrily down into Drew's hole before quickly retreating and teasingly licking around the entrance once more. Drool coated his lips as he savored the rich, earthy, and musky taste of another male before giving Drew's orbs a quick lathering. After sucking on the panther's orbs, Travis made his way back up to Drew's hole and began to rim him once again with increased vigor. The slurps of Travis's lips kissing his entrance reached Drew's ears and the panther felt his manhood hop with each lick as he was stimulated.

After Travis had his fill, the bull removed his tongue from Drew's hole which got a small whimper from his lover and gave the entrance a long and enticing lick. Grasping the panther's shoulders, the bull pushed Drew down into the sheets and straddled Drew's bum. Travis could feel the panther's muscles flex in anticipation as the bull placed his member between the crack in his mate's cheeks and began to thrust.

Travis snorted, a small puff of air coming from his nostrils as he moved his hands away from the panther's shoulders and squeezed the panther's cheeks against his digit. Pre began to leak from the head of the member as it was rubbed between the muscled cheeks and Drew could feel his body warmth increase as Travis leaned forward until the bull's chest was right up against his naked back.

"Mmmmm, ya. Know your place, bitch." Travis moaned.

Drew felt the heat of the room increase to what felt like a boiling point and his began to push back against Travis, wanting to be bred by his mate in a passionate frenzy. He groaned, his mind lost in a sea of pleasure and desire as Travis used him like he was nothing more than a piece of meat. He loved the degradation. He fed on it and his desire was empowered by it.

"Fuck me..." Drew whispered.

All of a sudden, the thrusting ceased and Travis leaned in close to the panther's ear.

"What the hell did you just say?" Travis replied back in a deep growl.

"Fuck me!" Drew yelled.

Putting a hand on Drew's shoulder and wrapping the other around the panther's body and clutching the panther's right pectoral firmly, Travis pulled his hips back, lined himself up with Drew's drool covered hole, and thrusted forward.

Gasping in pain as he was penetrated, Drew clawed at the sheets as Travis pushed his body up against the panther's and snarled in a primal lust as his lube covered shaft pushed itself into Drew's spit covered entrance. Drew moaned into the pillow that he was now clutching as if his life depended on it as Travis's member filled him. The pain began to ebb way into a subtle pleasure as the shaft of the member began to push itself inside of him and Drew trembled as he felt the bull's hips slap against his rump as he was hilted fully inside of his partner. The panther could feel Travis's orbs up against his own, ready and waiting to release their contents. Travis could feel his shaft throb and pulse inside his willing partner, the head of his member oozing pre and mixing with the lube.

"Feel that inside of you, bitch? That's what a real stud feels like."

"Ahh, yes. Please rut me..." The panther whispered.

"You want it all, heifer?"

"Yes...please." Drew hissed.

Pulling almost all the way out, Travis grunted before thrusting back into Drew, his balls slapping against Drew's backside. Drew groaned out, filling the room with a sound that was music to the dominant bull's ears.

"Beg."

"You're my bull stud and no one can breed me as well as you! Please, fill me with your essence and mark me as your territory! Own me and make me yours!"

Travis smirked devilishly and began to piston his hips back and forth. The sound of sex began to fill the room as the two began their rutting. Drew's member leaked onto the sheets and stained the fabrics with his pre as he moaned, his head bobbing back and forth in a hypnotic trance as the bull took him. The pain was completely gone and now replaced with an intense feeling of bliss and fullness. Drew pushed back against his stud, letting Travis properly pound into him with each thrust and Travis responded by slapping Drew's backside and whispering more sweet nothings into Drew's ear. The bull's large orbs slapped against Drew's own as the two became rougher and the bed began to creak in protest.

Drew could feel every movement of the bull on top of him. Every perfect valley and canyon of muscle flexing and relaxing as they grinded together. Travis loved the feeling of the smaller male below him squirming and withering in pleasure and his nostrils flared as he smelled his mate's arousal. Travis felt powerful and dominating like a fierce predator that stalks its prey.

And it was even more erotic that one such predator was underneath him and taking it.

Travis's could feel his shaft being squeezed by Drew's muscles and he snorted in lust as his balls began to pull up to his body. Drew could feel the bull's thrusts start to slow and become deeper. Travis's muscles flexed and sweat dripped and twinkled in the light that was around him as he put everything into breeding his mate. His mind began to scream for release as a pressure began to build in his lower body and shoot through his nerves like a white hot heat.

"You ready for my load, slut?" Travis roared out.

Nodding over and over, Drew pushed back as hard as he could against Travis's hips.

"Ya...take it! Urgh...uhh! Here it-ARGHHH!"

Travis gave three rough thrusts, pushing the panther somewhat forward, before unleashing jet after jet of seed into Drew. The panther gasped as he felt the member throb and bounce inside of him and he could feel the warmth of Travis's essence deep inside of him. Drew felt his own digit quake before he let out a yowl and climaxed. His seed sprayed across the sheets and against his chest and abs.

Travis snarled in dominance as he grinded against Drew's rump, making sure to pump as much of his seed into his mate before pulling out and gripping his member. He stroked himself through the rest of his orgasm and dotted the panther's back and rump with his climax.

After the orgasmic high began to wind down, the bull collapsed on top of his lover. They both panted in their afterglow, Travis holding Drew close to his chest before turning him on his side and spooning with him.

Travis was big spoon.

Drew held no objections.

"Holy shit." Drew managed to say in his exhaustion.

"Ya." Travis breathed out.

"Your 'heifer', huh?" Drew said with a chuckle.

"Oh shut up. It turned me on, ok? God, to see you like that, all submissive and helpless..."

Travis began to grind his body up against the panther once again and giving mocking sex sounds, Travis orbs slapping against Drew's rump. Drew laughed and pushed himself away from Travis's chest and playfully brushed his tail against Travis's face.

"You're a brute when you're in the mood."

"Again, you don't seem to mind." Travis replied while scooting closer once again with his chest against the panther's back. Travis leaned around and kissed Drew on the cheek.

"Well, we will have to clean the sheets in the morning due to our...mess." Drew mentioned before he yawned and stretched his tired limbs.

"And wash up. You stink." Travis teased as he took a deep whiff.

"That's rich coming from you."

Eventually, the two finally settled down and fell asleep, Drew snuggled up against Travis's powerful chest and Travis holding his partner close as they dreamed together in the safety of the dark room.