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"I don't think she's cheating on you, man," A buff looking kangaroo said while pulling himself out from his football uniform. The muscled marsupial missed the look of condemnation the puma sitting next to him sent his way, the feline's long tail lashing back behind him as he all but snarled in fury.

"Then why hell is she being so distant?!" Jerome slammed his fist into the wood bench underneath his rump, the feline's temper rising with incredible zeal as his thoughts all began to converge into one point. "She has to be getting wandering eyes; otherwise she'd be begging me for 'more time' together." The puma hated to admit it but where once before he would have given anything to have his sexy cheetah girlfriend give him some much needed space, the feline footballer now felt as though he missed those annoying times. The clinginess of his girlfriend was very much unmissed; he could admit that with a straight face, but the other stuff...well...

"Don't know man, but why not go ask her instead of asking me?" The roo turned to look at his best friend, the cocksure marsupial lifting one eyebrow while flipping one of his ears down in the playful manner he did when he wanted to be a smartass, the smile on his face spoke volumes about his own unspoken thoughts.

"Because you understand women, Ronald,"

"I'm sorry, when did I turn into Oprah?"

The two shared a snicker over that one.

"I don't know, maybe sometime after all the girls here started to turn to you for relationship advice?" Jerome chuckled as he watched the cocky marsupial's lips lower, right along with his ears.

"Hey, it's not my fault if they think I like listening to their boring problems." The roo turned to face his locker, the already open metal cabinet yawning before the eight foot tall football player. "Maybe that's why you're girl, Katie was it?, is ignoring you." Ronald tossed his gear into the locker, slammed it closed and then reached up to stretch. Given his height though, the other's fingertips easily brushed up against the lights of the ceiling.

"Or maybe she has a new guy," The puma offered conspiratorially making Ronald roll his closed hazel-green eyes. "I mean, seriously, ever since a little while ago she's been...I don't know...getting less and less interested in me and what we used to do."

Ronald dropped his hands down, his long tail thumping against the ground, as the roo turned to gaze somewhat bored at the puma, "Go into detail, please, I long to hear about your relationship troubles," The one fingered salute was the puma's only reply to that.

"Usually on Saturday she's drag me to go out with her to the mall down on Cornerstone to wander around," Jerome began, thinking back to what had happened just two week prior. "She didn't last week, and I'm like 'ok, cool, I can get a break from having to spend money I don't have,' but when I asked her about us going this weekend she...kinda just..." the puma rubbed the back of his head, a sigh of defeat escaping from his lips.

"Blew you off?" Ronald suggested.

"Said she was 'busy'." Jerome growled at that. "Which I know was a lie because she never does anything on Saturdays. It's her "day off" from whatever she does for her school." Leave it to Jerome to date a girl from another school, one who just happened to be the catch all for being a workaholic. Who in the world actually liked to be president of several clubs, vice-principal assistant, manager of certain sports teams, and could save the world from trouble all at the same time? Ronald had often teased the puma that he was dating a real life Kim Possible, to which the puma had been deeply fearful to admit that he may have indeed been.

"Well," Ronald said, the roo reaching up to rub his chin at the same time his other hand sneaked down to rub at his naked crotch. Jerome watched transfixed for a second, the twisted version of the marsupial's reversed junk catching the feline's eye for the latest of what had to have been numerous times before. "Suppose she is cheating on you," that made Jerome growl and lift his head up. Ronald winked at the smaller cat, "who would she be seeing behind your back? Everyone knows she's 'your girl'." The roo quoted the air before leaning back and spreading his legs.

"I'm..." the puma tried to concentrate, he really did, but it was hard for him to do so when his blue eyes kept trying to walk southwards. "Not sure, but if I catch the prick, he's a dead man!"

"Unless he's bigger than you." Ronald chuckled, playing with balls so as to tease the feline with his own superior maleness, the puma's own being of a fair size given the feline's heritage.

"I'll still kick his ass!" The growl the puma let out sounded serious and for a minute Ronald was worried that the other would actually try and do something stupid. Leave it to a cat to try and be bullheaded, the marsupial though with great exasperation.

"Don't get your own ass pounded, Jerome."

"Heh, you would know about that, right, Ronald." To that the kangaroo returned his best friend's response, the middle finger of his right raising almost by its own accord.

"I thought we said that our sex lives were off-limits, J.?" Jerome let the smile on his lips die a silent death after hearing that. Ronald only called him by his first initial when he was starting to get angry with him.

"Sorry, but with you keep 'advertising' yourself to me like that I think you deserve it." The puma shot back. Knowing that his larger friend swung both ways was something that had caused a slight rift in their relationship way back in grade school. However, after realizing that Ronald was still Ronald, even if he did tip his tail upwards for other guys, usually smaller guys like the feline, the two had re-cemented their friendship back to its original strength. However now, well, Jerome wasn't sure, but he often thought that

Ronald wanted to get in bed with him.

Not that that would ever happen. As the puma like to put it, this pussycat likes pussy.

It didn't stop Ronald from showing himself off, even in front of the rest of the team.

At eight feet it wasn't like anyone else on the football team was going to try anything against him, not with Jerome being his second shadow whenever the roo decided to be his usual flirtatious ass of a self.

"Sorry, but I'm really stressed out about this, Ron." Calling the marsupial by his own nickname usually meant that Jerome was indeed apologetic. Either that, or he needed money/a favor. "I mean, if Katie is cheating, what am I gonna do? That's the best ass I could hope to get around here and losing her will make anyone else wonder if I'm starting to turn homo."

"What would be wrong with that?" Ronald chuckled. "You do have a cute ass on you. Nice and tight, I'll bet."

"DUDE!!!"

"Hehe, kidding...maybe." At that the puma snapped himself up off of the bench, marched himself straight into the shower room, and then slammed the door shut. Thankfully the two were alone so when he heard the lock on the door flip the roo knew that Jerome wouldn't get in trouble for pulling the stunt that he was trying. "You know that doesn't help, right? I'm only imagining your naked ass grinding against my lap, Jerome!"

The roar of anger the feline let out cause the kangaroo to crack up, sliding down the side of the lockers he was leaning up against as pure mirth overtook his senses. Because of that, though, the roo completely missed the shadow looming inside of the doorway of the locker room...watching him with great intensity.

After cleaning up Jerome decided to head for Katie's place, the puma needing the confirmation that his girl wasn't cheating on him. Waving Ronald off, the kangaroo hopping his way to the bus stop while the puma took his time jogging down the street towards the suburban setting which surrounded their high school, the puma barely paid any attention to anything as he resolutely marched to the little one story house, complete with the white picket fence, which was Katie's residence. The fact that on his way a familiar black Cadillac with a barking dog's head stamped onto the front hood happened to honk at the feline, a dirty looking Doberman in a beat up looking grey t-shirt happened to wave at Jerome, as though trying to get his attention, was completely ignored by the lacrosse player was a testament to how focused the puma was as he faced his head down towards the cement. The car, and Dobie driver, zoomed passed the feline, not that Jerome happened to notice.

'If Katie is cheating on me, how do I confront her about it?" The puma clutched at the strap of the backpack he was hefting, his immaculate claws digging into the nylon material as a growl began to work its way across the puma's lips. 'I mean, she's the All-American Sweetheart of the town. With any luck, I'll be the one to look like the asshole for messing up with her." Jerome never knew what it was that had attracted Katie Coles to him, the two were almost as different from night as way to day, what with the two teenagers going to different high schools, having VASTLY different life expectations, and being of two different species. The puma often thought during the nights after he pulled himself off of his girlfriend, the lithe chipmunk girl usually passed out from Jerome's almost boundless sexual stamina after the feline had seeded the rodent's tight twat for at least three consecutive times, that maybe his girlfriend was just using him in some way. Not for his good looks, or his dick, Katie literally had people throwing themselves at her, both males and females, so that was out.

'Maybe she just wanted a taste of puma before she went off to college?' It was a well-known fact that the area surrounding Middleton High was more densely populated by canines and rodents than felines. If one were to take a census of the immediate area they would find that felines made up, roughly, only ten percent of the population; and of that, only three percent were high school students.

When the grey of ashen concrete overtook the green of a freshly mowed lawn Jerome found himself raising his head, his hand going out on instinct to grab at the white of the wooden fence separating himself from the greatest of his current conflicts.

'Maybe I'm just overthinking things,' it was the easiest truth to accept as the puma pushed the picketed fence aside, stepping into the yard belonging to his girlfriend. Walking up the small path of cobblestones, Jerome found his back straightening with every step he took. 'Yeah, I'm just going a little crazy 'cause I haven't been the best boyfriend in the world.' It was true that sometimes the feline could be somewhat of a prick to Katie, he occasionally standing her up to hang out with Ronald whenever the roo needed a partner to do his dirt with. 'I think I'll give Katie something to show her that she's not wasting her life on me,' Ringing the doorbell, the mechanical chime resounding even outside of the little yellow house,

Jerome nodded as he affirmed his decision.

The opening of the front door, the cherry wood standing aside to reveal a beautiful beaming face, cemented the puma's decision.

"Hey, babe." Jerome said as he reached out to grab the petite brown furred chipmunk up into a bear of a hug. The dainty female was currently wearing a house robe so Jerome was able to get a good look at his girlfriend's buxom bosom before he nuzzled his muzzle into the crux of her neck.

"Hey, you!" Katie cheerfully squealed, the slim arms of the smaller rodent wrapping vice tight around the puma's neck as the two began to snog each other there on the front porch. "I'm so glad you came over, I wanted to talk to you about something for both of our schools."

"Uh-oh," Jerome said playfully earning him a disapproving chitter from the chipmunk.

"Oh please," Katie said as she pulled back to stare at her boyfriend in admonishment, dark gray eyes staring deep into the puma's own blue orbs. "It's not that bad, I just need your thoughts on a couple of things."

"Katie, the last time you said that you planned to have a jamboree for both of the schools," The puma lightly set his all-star girlfriend down onto the ground, Katie huffing slightly as her bushy tail flicked back behind her back like a angry rattler. "You do remember how that turned out, don't ya?"

"Hey, I am not responsible for what happens between two rival football teams in the hallways!" Katie flippantly waved her hand at her boyfriend, spinning around to step back into her darkened home as Jerome busied himself with recalling the all-out brawl that had occurred because of the chipmunk's plan after several of the jocks had had 'words' with each other while away from prying eyes. No one knew who threw the first punch, but everyone was talking about some of the players had been suspended from the school for several days following the incidence.

"Yet knowing what you know now," Jerome began as he followed the other into the house; closing the door behind him once he was all the way inside. "You still want to get our two schools together?" The puma thought he heard his girlfriend say something but before he could fully register what it was that she had said...a faint musky smell caught his attention. Bringing his nose up to get a better whiff, Jerome realize that what he was scenting was indeed a thick, potent musk, yet it didn't belong to any feline, the odor was too powerful and domineering for that. No. Instead, the scent reminded Jerome of someone he knew.

A canine.

A Doberman at that.

"Katie?" Jerome called out as he followed after his girlfriend, the chipmunk had moved through the only hallway within the house leading from the main room to the back area where the bedrooms were nestled.

"Yes?" The rodent had dropped her towel, standing naked as the day she had been born, her firm tits showing that she had matured quite well over the years, turned, and then stared as her feline boyfriend stepped into her room. "What is it?"

"Did you just have company over?" Jerome felt his nose almost burn from the spicy scent of unwashed canine that filled the space of his girlfriend's room. Turning sharp blue eyes towards her, the puma felt all of the fears and doubts he had been trying to hold back surge forward once again.

"Yeah," The chipmunk didn't seem to miss a beat as he walked over to her dresser, her tail hiking to show off both her firm ass and smooth muff, "I asked one of your lacrosse friends to come over to help me with my idea."

"Who?"

"uhm..." Katie hummed in thought as she pulled out a sweat shirt and pair of pink laced panties before tugging them on, "Marco...or something? The Doberman you hang with."

"He came here?" Jerome felt a flash of red cover his vision for a moment, his claws extending from his fingertips as his tail began to lash behind his back with wild, unsteady motions. "And stayed with you, alone?" The puma had long since met his girlfriend's parents, both of whom were successful therapists who tended to work long hours with clients; the chipmunk having flat out told him that if the older couple didn't approve of him he was already out the door, so he knew that his girlfriend would often have the house to herself.

"Yes..." Katie, now dressed, well dressed as far as she was concerned, glared her boyfriend, returning his accusatory stare with one filled with dangerous heat. "He came because I asked him to. What of it?"

Jerome knew that he had to choose his words very carefully at that moment, as one wrong syllable from his mouth would mean the end of everything he and Katie had worked to try and build.

"Nothing." And thus the feline wimped out, choosing instead to pull away his suspicion and fears in face of giving his girlfriend the best award winning smile he could muster. "I'm just a little jealous is all, especially since we've been so distant lately." Jerome walked over to the chipmunk, taking her into a warm embrace, a quiet purr running along the side of her neck as he spoke to Katie without words of his doubts and misgivings.

"Awww, my big, strong, feline jock not getting enough attention from his girlfriend?" Katie whispered teasingly as she rubbed her bosom up against the front of Jerome's chest.

"Just...a little." The puma hugged his girlfriend even tighter to himself at that point, his sheath bulging just a touch as heat began to pool down into his groin.

"Why don't we skip what I had in mind for now and move on to other _more important_things?" Wrapping her slim legs around his waist, the chipmunk lowered his lips to begin planting feather soft kisses onto her lacrosse playing boyfriend's cheek and lips.

"Please tell me you have some rubbers, cause I'm out." With his virility not having them would have made it impossible to keep the chipmunk from getting preggers; something Jerome was very much NOT interested in.

"Hahaha, over by the nightstand, Jerome." Katie whispered as she ground her hips into the feline's torso.

The puma couldn't move himself fast enough to get both him and his girl to the side of her luxurious queen sized bed.

*****

A week later found a certain pair walking down the sidewalk on their way to the only mall in between Middleton High and the city of Casco. The day was pretty warm out and so the pair wore little more than t-shirts and shorts, their thickly muscles thighs, not to mention arms and chest, barreled out for all to see; many choosing to get several good looks before the duo went on their way.

"And then she did that thing with her tongue!" Jerome said while walking next to Ronald, the puma's chest sticking out proudly as he felt all of the shadows of anxiety that had been born from his fears over his girl cheating on him vanish like a bad dream.

"You realize that I could give less than a damn, don't you?" The kangaroo actually rolled his hazel-green eyes as his friend judged him into his side. "Seriously, man, I prefer my tail to have fruit hanging from it," a massive hand patted the puma onto the rump right as several others were passing them by.

"HEY!! I told you about that!!" Jerome looked around like a cat in a haunted house as he checked to see if anyone had seen what his best friend had just done.

"I know, and that's why I keep doing it!" Ronald brayed with laughter. The looks some of those around the marsupial gave to the eight foot tall roo had Jerome smiling nervously.

"Please, man, people are watchin'!"

"So," Ronald quipped, right before he reached out to grab the puma and then bring the other bodily into the side of his chest. "It's not like we're doing anything wrong, right?" The leer the taller teen sent to the puma made heat flush up inside of Jerome's stomach...a familiar heat at that.

"R-right..."

"So there's no problem, is there, Jerome?" Ronald whispered teasingly against the puma's head, licking him across one of his upturned ears, forcing it down.

"DUDE!!!!!!! You know my ear's sensitive!"

Ronald looked about to say something but something caught the roo's attention before he could utter so much a word. The kangaroo's ears laid flat against the top of his he as he noted... "Hey, Jerome, isn't that Marco over there?" The puma blinked and then looked to where Ronald was currently focusing his attention.

"Yeah, so?" Jerome said somewhat confusedly as he noted the Doberman who just so happened to be hanging outside of the parking area of the mall, the black and brown canine's back to his custom modeled Cadillac, docked tail wagging behind him for all to see.

"Maybe we should go somewhere else," For some reason, unbeknownst to the feline, it seemed as though his friend was agitated by the sight of the other male. Blinking his blue eyes and then turning his gaze up so as to look at the roo, the puma opened his mouth to ask...

"Shit! He saw us." Turning, Jerome watched as the Doberman, who just so happened to be wearing a pair of black shades, turned to stare and then wave at the duo. "Fuck, and now he's coming this way." The growl the kangaroo let out was enough to make Jerome shiver some as it sounded so much like nothing a prey anthromorph should have been able to produce.

"Hey, Ron, what's your problem with Marco?" The puma stepped away from the taller marsupial, though with some difficulty as it seemed as though Ronald was trying to crush him in between his grip. "You and he get into a fight or somethin'?"

Before the kangaroo could answer, however,

"Hey, what's up, chumps?" The Doberman asked as he sauntered up to the other two jocks, the swagger in his step all but highlighted by the casual jeans and muscle shirt the dobie was wearing.

"You in a minute!" Ronald snarled as the roo's left hand balled into a fist and then raised up in front of himself.

"Whoa! Whoa!" Marco began, holding his paws in front of his chest as he tried to wave down the incensed kangaroo. "I'm not looking for any trouble." No one messed will the Ron 'The Tractor' Dallas and got away with it, and Marco had no interest in going home bruised today.

Ronald hissed in between his teeth but lowered his hand back down by his side.

Meanwhile, Jerome just looked confused as he flipped his head between his best friend and his somewhat friend in near total bewilderment.

"Uh, so, Marco, sup man?" The puma said to break the ice frosting in between the three of them.

The Doberman turned his head, lowering his shades just a touch, bright amber eyes glancing at the shorted feline with something akin to amusement dancing in his honeyed orbs, "Nothing much, just chillin' out here while I wait for Katie to show up."

"What the hell are you doing with her, asshole?!" Surprisingly, it was Ronald who asked the question instead of Jerome.

"She asked me to come and help her pick up some things for this party, or whatever, she's planning for the schools." The Doberman said with a shrug.

"Shouldn't that be something she asked her 'boyfriend' to do instead of you?" Ronald moved himself so that he towered directly in front of the Dobie. The canine whimpered just a touch, ears folding submissively.

"It's okay, man." Jerome said; his voice helping to draw Ronald's focus away from the other teen as the roo turned to look at him confusedly.

"Katie told me about her and Marco, said she needed him to drive her around for some stuff since her parents end up needing their cars all this week." Ronald looked like he could have been knocked over with a feather as he turned and just gaped at the puma.

"Seriously?!" Disbelief was clear in the marsupial's voice.

"Yeah." Jerome shook his head, missing the smirk that the Doberman gave him. "We talked about it last week. I was going to tell you that before you...you know..." a flush crept up onto the feline's face as he reached back to rub the back of his head abashedly.

Ronald, his dark hazel eyes wide with incredulity, stared hard at his best friend for several minutes before turning to glare dangerously at Marco; the Doberman happened to be trying to ease himself away unsuccessfully. Tension mounted clearly across the roo's face as he snorted down at the smaller canine; had he not known better, Jerome would have sworn that the taller teen was getting ready to kick Marco directly into the chest, but the puma knew that was impossible since a kick from a kangaroo normally meant severe injury...usual fatal injury.

"Hi, guys!" A saturnine sweet voice called out drawing all attention to the left.

"Hey, Katie!" Jerome cheered, racing over to help the chipmunk with the bags she was holding onto without thought. "This all the stuff you need for the bash you were talking about?

"Yeah, thanks, Jerome." The chipmunk sighed as her tired arms were relieved of the numerous items she had been holding onto. "I've got everything I could get without having to go into the city, but I'm still going to need to run by there before next week." The chipmunk spoke more to Marco than to Jerome as she walked passed her boyfriend to the Dobie.

"Would you mind taking me there tomorrow?"

"No problem." Marco said, a grin of smug delight on his muzzle as he leaned down to speak to the much shorter rodent. "We can go early before it gets too crowded, if you want."

"It'll be Saturday, though, so..." The beeping of a cellular phone went off ending whatever it was that the chipmunk was going to say. A quick check of the surrounding cells proved that only one was the one which had gone off...Katie's. "Hey, what's the prob, Curtis?" The chipmunk turned away from the others as she listened to whoever it was on the other end of the line. In the next few seconds the bubbly looking chipmunk girl was replace by someone...dangerous as Katie's gray eyes narrowed, her lips thinned, and finally... "I've got to go." The all American school girl said as she snapped the phone shut. "Jerome, sweetie, could you let Marco drop that stuff off at my house, he has a key so..." Again, whatever the rodent was going to say was lost by the sound of a whirling helicopter descending over the parking area of the mall.

In a flash of dexterity that would have put most felines to shame, Katie bent her knees, jumped into the air, and then caught a rope ladder which was just now unfurling itself before the chipmunk. In the next minute all that the three jocks saw of the female was her shrinking into the distance; her slim form all but disappearing as she climbed up and into the helicopter without once ever looking back.

"Kim Possible, I'm serious." Jerome chuckled as he turned and then headed to Marco's car. "So, you got this, right, man?" The puma's voice dispelled the bewilderment that overtook the other two teens, not to mention those who had been standing in the parking lot watching what had just transpired.

"Uh..." The Doberman shook his head, his mind all but having to restart itself as he realized a couple of things before turning to give his full focus to Jerome. "Right, yeah. Katie gave me a key, so I..."

"Cool." And then the puma set the bags of unknown paraphernalia down and then made his way over by Ronald's side, "You have fun with that." And then the puma grabbed his best friend's arm to haul the stunned marsupial away into the mall.

"Oh man, did you see the look on his face!" Jerome chuckled after getting into the mall with Ronald. The puma turned to look back just in time to see the dobie's black Cadillac pull off and out of the mall, the tires nearly squealing as the other zoomed off down the road.

"I'm more concerned about the look on my face, Jerome." Ronald said causing the puma to cease his laughter to turn to look at the taller teen.

"Huh?"

"Dude," The roo began, lifting up his hand so as to tick off a couple of things, "You're girlfriend is stepping around with another guy instead of you, she's off going somewhere with someone you probably know nothing about, she didn't even so much as hint at where she's going, and she also let said Doberman have a key to her place, of which you don't even have!" Four fingers down Jerome could actually see a large vein pulse onto the roo's half formed fist. "Does none of that bother you?!"

At that, Jerome just blinked.

"Ok, I know you're dating a girl who probably should be working with the CIA, never mind, probably does in her spare time, but seriously, she's got another guy hanging off of her while she's supposed to be dating you! Doesn't that bother you?!" The roo was nearly shouting as he panted like a runaway freight while lashing his tail against the carpeted floor of the mall.

"What?! She already told me about her and Marco, just like I said." Jerome said somewhat defensively. "And as for the other stuff, well, she...kinda can't tell me about it because I'd be in danger...or something." The puma wasn't sure what to say as he just stood underneath the fury that was the taller marsupial.

"Right." The hiss at the end of that statement made a hard knot form with the feline's stomach, though the why escaped Jerome at the moment.

"And you trust her?"

"Yeah, I do." Jerome said both open and honestly, his sky blue eyes sparkling with pure innocence. This was quite ironic because Ronald looked as though he could have killed someone at that moment.

Seconds passed with neither boy saying much of anything, the surrounding patrons of the mall giving them a wide breadth as they weren't sure what they were seeing, and then...

"You know what?" Ronald said, laughter, dark and evil, began to bubble up out of his throat. "I'm going to forget about it for today 'cause I want to hang out with you." And then suddenly the roo was his happy and chipper self again. Something that made Jerome very much grateful for.

"Come on, then! I want to go and see if they have that new lacrosse game at the OneStop Shop!" Jerome cheerfully quipped before turning and charging for the escalator.

The sight of Ronald turning to look out through the windows of the mall went missed by the feline, something that probably was a good thing because it meant that Jerome missed the sight of Ronald grinding his teeth in frustration.

*****

The slamming of a body into the metal of the nearby lockers made everyone within the locker room turn. The sight of a large roo all but growling in the face of a smaller Doberman, the black and brown canine folding his ears back, massive frame shivering slightly, should have made the assembled group of teenage boys laughing their heads off, but at the barking rumble that came from out of Ronald's muzzle no one dared say anything. Except for the sports coach that is...

"Dallas!" A cough growl, the sound almost like a roar made the marsupial slowly turn his head, his dark brown eyes glaring holes into the face of the lion who had spoken. "What the hell's going on here?!"

"Nothing, coach." The kangaroo pressed his face into the Doberman's, a sneer of hate on his lips, "me and Marco here were just have some friendly words with each other." The tightly knit fingers wrapped around the canine's jersey, knuckles having long since turned white underneath the dusty gold fur, was a mark that whatever had been said was not in the least bit amicable.

"Well why don't you come into my office and tell me all about it?" The slightly pudgy, but still muscular lion stomped over to the kangaroo, grabbed Ronald by his shoulder, claws extended outwards so that they dug into the marsupial's flesh in order to make him loosen his grip on the dog, and then the two were off making their way to the older feline's office.

And then there was silence within the locker room again. The buzzing of words only began after Marco had pulled himself from where he had been all but beaten into the metal cabinet behind him, the Dobie moving off to take his leave with as much dignity as he could manage to salvage. As he was stepping out of the door towards the outside parking lot, everyone turned to hear shouts coming from the coach's office.

"Whoa, what the hell's going on in here?!" Jerome asked as he and the rest of the lacrosse team pulled themselves from off of the field and into the much cooler room underneath the rest of the high school.

"Don't know, man," A spunky looking cheetah wearing football cleats and a t-shirt, and nothing else, said while pulling himself over to the stunned looking group. "Ronald just went batshit psycho on Marco." The spotted feline said, retelling the events with a lot more exuberance than was probably needed as he waved his arms around, talking animatedly as his tail lashed behind him almost crazily. "He just got right in front of the Dobie's face and starts hammering him into the lockers. Kept saying something about how he 'better back off if he didn't want to end up in the dirt'." Jerome blinked at that, the puma completely befuddled about why his best friend would go off like that.

"Ok, what's the coach screaming about?" Everyone turned when they heard the lion's patent roar shake the building, some even jumping a few feet as they were caught off guard by the sudden booming echo of the great feline. However, it was the suddenness of something slamming inside of the room that made everyone curious. Usually, when coach Rollins bellowed most creatures just became silent...but an angry, eight foot kangaroo was a force within itself to deal with. Everyone looked at each other, though no one wanted to say what they were thinking, a couple of bets did get tossed around, however.

"Uh, coach came in a minute before you did and broke things up," the cheetah stated, nervousness eating away at his courage as he wondered.

When no other sounds came from the coach's office everyone assumed that all had gone as about expected, except that when the wood door suddenly burst open, coming off of its hinges from the force that had been applied to it, all of the different sports players gaped in awe as they noted Ronald stomping out of the locker room, the marsupial marched out, back stiff, tail beating at the ground. The large knot growing on the other's head a sign that more than words had passed between the teacher and student. Ronald passed by Jerome without a word having been said, the roo's vision having spilled over to a bright red that made everything seem to fade into the background. Jerome shivered, not knowing what to think or say as he looked as his longtime friend walk right out of the locker room with only his boxer shorts on, as he made his way for the outside of the school.

"I think...I need to go and give him his pants before he gets in trouble." Jerome searched around with a startling quickness as he tried to locate the roo's shorts. Finding them, the puma ran, snatched them up into his left hand, and then darted out after Ronald. "Hey, Ron, wait!" The sight of the feline disappearing out the doorway was half ignored in favor of everyone turning to see coach Rollins coming out of his office, the brown maned feline nursing the left side of his face.

"No speaks of this to anyone, got me?" All heads nodded as the lion dropped his hand down from to reveal the sight of a blackening eye, the mass of flesh swelling rapidly.

Outside, Jerome had just managed to stop Ronald from leaving the school's gate, the puma having to lock himself around the taller boy in order to halt the marsupial's advance.

"You're gonna get expelled, Ron!" That was the latest in the last of pleas that puma was trying to use on the incensed kangaroo since everything else up to this part had failed to impact itself onto Ronald.

"So what?! I've already got a good job, it's not like I need to be here!!" That was true, the roo had been working for his father as a legal aid advisor, something Jerome constantly found amusing giving his best friend's love of sports and build.

"Yeah, but I need you to be here!" That got the marsupial to halt mid step.

"What?!" Ronald turned down, pitch black eyes blinking, turning back to their vibrant hazel-green coloration as the roo stared slightly slack jawed. "What did you say?!"

"I said I wanted you to graduate." The puma sighed, happy that the world was no longer moving against his wishes as the tawny feline pulled himself down from off the taller teenager.

"No you didn't," Before Ron could say anything more a pair of shorts were shoved into his wrinkled snout.

"Put these on before you get suspended." Jerome begged, the feline's rounded ears twitching this way and that as he looked around to see if anybody was watching them. Thankfully, it was still early so the school hadn't let out as of yet.

Snatching the article of clothing away from the other, muttering a thanks as he did so, Ronald hastily shuffled himself into his triple X sized shorts. The sight of the other stuffing himself, or rather his large jockstrap covered junk, back where it belonged caused the puma to flush just a touch. "I know what I heard you say, J," The feline swallowed thickly at that. "Just say it again,"

A moment of silence spanned between the two sport players, Jerome looking everywhere else but at the larger kangaroo, nervousness eating him alive as his long rope of a tail curled around the lower length of his knee, while Ronald stood like the Buddha waiting for his disciple to make the next move. "I...I want you to graduate, dude."

"No. You said you needed me." The kangaroo smirked as he noted his friend seem to curl in on himself. "Why did you say that if..." The honking of a car horn cut the marsupial off before he could finish. Both teens looked up just in time to see Marco, the Dobie riding high in his black Cadillac, as he drove down the street away from school. Whatever else Ronald might have wanted to say was forgotten as the kangaroo, now seething once again, stomped his way from the gates of the school, Jerome being left behind as the puma watched on confusedly.

The rest of the school day passed in relative peace for Jerome, the puma having only one more class before the high school let out for the day.

'Man, I hope Ron's doing ok," Reaching into his pocket to pull out his cell phone, the Jerome tapped on the touch screen, bringing up the roo's name and number. He'd already tried to call the other several times now, each time was met with an immediate response by the kangaroo's voicemail, 'Meaning that he's not taking calls.' Jerome sighed, about ready to stuff the cellular device back into his pocket and go home for the day when suddenly...

"You make me promises, promises. Know you'll never keep!" His mobile went off with Naked Eyes singing the ringtone the puma had set for Ronald.

"Hey man, where are you?!" Jerome all but yelled into the phone, his excitement boiling over. A moment of silence filled the air, Jerome wasn't sure why since he could ear Ronald breathing on the other end of the line. "Ron, what's going on, dude?"

"You need to get over to Katie's house, like ASAP." The roo said before cutting the line.

Bewilderment overcame the puma as he tried to figure out just what that cryptic statement mean. "Ok, I'm on my way," Jerome said, his mind somewhat racing with thoughts best left unspoken.

Taking the path from the school to his girlfriend's place, Jerome jogged his way there, the silent urgency he had heard within Ronald's voice spurring him to move as fast as he could. 'Maybe she's hurt? But then, why would Ronald call me and not the police?' The puma wasn't sure, his mind was too busy racing over every possible circumstance that could be feasible given the situation and who it pertained. 'There's no way she could be injured, Ron's not the kind to just sit by and watch someone in pain.' Knowing as much about the roo as he did Jerome knew that the kangaroo wouldn't just sit on his duff while there possibly something he could do for someone else. 'Maybe this has something to do with Marco?' That thought left a cold knot of fear inside of the puma's chest. 'There's no way that Katie could be cheating on me, we've already been through that.' The fact that the feline's question had never been given a positive yeah or nay by the chipmunk on the subject of her cheating on him only vaguely crossed the puma's mind.

Questions kept abounding within the lacrosse player's mind all the up until he got to the outside of Katie's white picketed house. Seeing Ronald standing on the outside lawn didn't help to make Jerome feel any better as the sight of the cross armed kangaroo, tail slapping against the ground and nostrils all but flaring, had the puma's own tail curling up underneath his legs. The fact that Marco's car was the backdrop for which the marsupial was leaning against nearly made the puma turn back the way he came so as to run away from the cruel truth he knew was before him.

"You almost missed the show." Ronald said, his voice laced with ice.

"She's in there...with Marco?" It was so obvious, and yet...

"Yeah. I took out the starter for his car so he's not going far." Jerome watched as Ron pulled something from out of his pocket, twirling the shiny silver metal component of the luxury vehicle. "That should give you more than enough time to have a couple of words with the both of them."

"Hehe, thanks," The puma laughed, his twinkling blue eyes closing tight as he tried not to think over what was about to occur in just a moment. "Guess I need to go and have a talk with my 'girlfriend, don't I?"

"Only if you want to keep her." Ronald replied.

"What's that mean?" Jerome looked up at the taller teenager, his blue eyes blinking back repressed tears, as he waited for the answer to the mysterious question he had been presented with.

"Don't worry about it, just go do what you gotta do."

"Yeah, thanks man." Turning on his heel, the puma cocked his shoulders, unraveled his tail from around his leg, and then headed for his girlfriend's front door. The fact that said barrier was unlocked, the doorknob having been ripped free from the wood, was paid little to no never mind, that was just how determined the feline was to right the wrong he knew was happening within the world behind the chipmunk's front door.

Heading into the house, listening for the sounds he was sure to hear, Jerome made his way to the back of Katie's house. Soft croons of two voices locked in sexual bliss making the fur on the feline's tail spike up. Standing before his girlfriend's bedroom door, the puma took a moment to hesitate, a wish beyond all desire that what he was about to see would be just a dream, before his sandy colored hand reached out and pressed open the white wood before him. The groaning coming from the inside of the room, of two bodies writhing in passion, of a muscled Doberman grunting and barking as he drilled his ruby red canine cock home inside of the rose tinted folds of a certain demure chipmunk's oozing snatch, caused Jerome to cross low inside of his throat as he stomped over to the pair he once considered close companions. There was no sound that could compare with the yelp the dobie made as the puma's fist connected with the side of the canine's skull, though, the crashing of the dog's larger form onto the ground was indeed a enjoyable noise for the puma to hear.

"THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!?!!?" Jerome roared, his voice actually shaking the windows slightly.

"Oh shit!" Was Katie's reply, the rodent girl reaching for the discarded sheets of her bed to whip them over her sweaty, nubile form. The wide eyed, scared look on the younger girl's face as she turned up to look at her 'boyfriend' proving the Jerome that somewhere within the other's mind, Katie knew she was wrong. Her explanation for the why of what she had gotten herself into was going to be a real hoot, Jerome chuckled darkly as he looked down at the other in disgust.

"The fuck man!" Marco shouted as he pulled himself up from off of the hardwood floor, a paw rubbing along the back of his head as he nursed a growing ache, not to mention nub, forming on the back of his skull. "What did you do that for?!"

"Cause you're fucking my girlfriend, asshole!" Jerome shouted back, his fist balled up and ready for some action as he stared with slit blue irises at the canine he once considered something of a friend.

"Hey, it's not like you haven't been in there before, so what are you so mad about." The roar of an angry cat followed with Jerome flying over the bed Katie was still huddled up on.

The sight of limbs, talons, a tail, and writhing bodied met the chipmunk's gray eyes as she watched the two jocks fight with each other. It was a few minutes later, after Jerome had found himself pinned by the larger Doberman, the bucking of the feline made it clear, though, that at any moment the puma would get free again. So the appearance of someone entering into the bedroom, startling Marco from his hold after said person made a hard after he heard a barking cough, the Doberman tipped his head to the side to look only to have an elbow come up to knock against the underside of his chin. The stunned Doberman grunted and then pulled himself back, giving the puma just enough time to wiggle away.

"Fuck!" Marco said as he popped his jaw. "You son of a...!" A fist came from the left into the Doberman's head. The canine went down just as his foot lashed out, hitting feline directly into the knee.

"Ahhh, shit!" And down Jerome went, the sandy feline wobbling and then crashing, head first, into the Doberman's chest.

"Ok, everyone, I think it's time to stop now." Katie said, her sense of self having returned after looking at the looming figure of Ronald standing in the doorway of her room.

"This is all your fault, so you don't have room to talk." The roo snapped, more than a little pissed at the chipmunk.

"Hey, I can admit it, I was wrong to sleep around behind Jerome's back," The rodent said, her recent understanding of just how much she had screwed up coming in clear after seeing her boyfriend and her sex toy canine fighting one another. "But if you don't stop I'm going to call the police." Silence reigned within the room after that as no one wanted the local law enforcement anywhere within this situation.

A minute later, however...

"Why did you cheat on me, Katie?" Jerome asked after picking himself up, wiping the back of his hand over and across his lip and nose so to staunch the blood dripping from his split lip. "I mean, did I do something to make you mad?" The puma's blue eyes, wet with tears and frustration looked to the somewhat sullen chipmunk in despair.

"Honestly, I had been think about breaking up with you before now." The rodent girl said honestly. Jerome looked as though he had been slapped as his cerulean eyes went wide as dinner plates. "Yeah, I mean, you're a nice guy and all, Jerome, but really I think you're batting for the wrong team." A shy look over at where Ronald was leaning against the right side wall made it so that all eyes turned to the kangaroo.

"What are you talking about?" Jerome asked in some confusion.

"She means you're a closet fag." The puma's fist met air as Marco ducked out of the way just in the knick of time. "Hey, seriously, man." The Doberman began, moving out of hitting distance as he rolled his way over Katie bed up next to the chipmunk. "You spend all your time with Ronald, everyone on the team thinks you're going out together."

"No they don't!" It sounded childish but it was the first thing to come out of the feline's muzzle as instinct took the place of rational thought.

"Yeah, they kinda do," Marco said before hiking at thumb at the roo behind him. "You can ask Ronald about that one. He'll tell you." All eyes then turned to the marsupial.

"Some of the guys do, most of them don't care and don't want to know." The football player said with a shrug.

"I'm not!" Jerome looked wildly between all of those assembled around him, a wild, haunted look creeping into the feline's scared blue eyes. "I mean, I've never even..."

"Bet you wanted to, what with the way you stare at the roo over there all day." Marco teased as the Doberman reached down to fondle himself.

"What the fuck you mean?!" Jerome hissed, tail snapping like a viper behind his back.

"Like I said, everyone knows what you like." the Doberman turned to have a look at the marsupial still standing by the wall, the look of contempt the other gave to the canine was strong enough to melt stone, yet not once had the kangaroo contradicted anything the Doberman had to say. "I bet Ronald even thinks about having you riding on his lap while in the locker room." That got a noise out of the aforementioned roo. "Damn, I was right?!" Marco flipped his head to the side, his amber eyes wide as he stared at the taller teen.

"I'd bend you over too if I got the chance." The words, the very suggestion, were met with a sour look from the Dobie.

"Sorry, I don't think my ass is on the menu, if you get what I mean?" A flippant wave of his hand, like someone trying to shoo away a pest, was met with a snort by both Katie and Ronald.

"Considering what you put your dick into, I don't think I want to know what kind of disease I'd get from your ass if I did pop your cherry." Ronald retorted. Katie screwed up her face at that.

"Hey, if you're going to insult me you can get the hell out of my house."

Ronald opened his mouth to say something, but before he could...

"You've been quite, Jerome." Marco interjected. "What's wrong, dobie got your crotch?" The smug smirk on the canine's face was met, not with anger, but with a flush from the puma.

"I..."

There was silence in the room for several seconds before Marco pulled himself up from off of the bed, the larger Dobie making his way over to Jerome to press his crotch directly in front of the puma's face.

"Why don't you take a couple of sniffs, pussycat, you might like it." The black and brown canine didn't bother giving the feline anytime to rationally contemplate what had just been said. Instead, Marco reached out for the back of the puma's head, brought it in close to his naked sheath and then began to run his groin up and across Jerome's face. "Bet you never thought I'd be the first to bag this cat, did you, Ronald?" Marcos teased, turning to smirk haughtily at the cross armed kangaroo standing over by the door of the bedroom.

Why exactly the thick tailed marsupial wasn't making any noise about seeing his bed friend all but fucked in the face by the Doberman, well, Ronald would never admit it, but the sight was kinda hot for him. He'd always known that he'd end up breaking Jerome down one day, the feline's willpower had already been under heavy assault from the roo's constant taunting both in school and out, and so Jerome was literally counting the days to when he and the puma could be together sexually. Though, a little outside help couldn't hurt. A few placed bills, a bit of booze, and a deal was struck. Now Marco was doing so much to help Ronald with his plans that the football player decided to let the dog have his minor victory; it would only serve to make things much more sweet afterwards. But of course, being that he had to keep up appearances...

"Fuck you, you short dicked wanker!" Ronald barked, his left hand raising up to give the Dobie a one fingered salute.

"Nah, I don't swing that way," Turning to leer down at the glazed eyed puma now nuzzling into his bulging sheath, the first hint of the Doberman's reawakened erection shifting up to press slick pre-cum against the whining feline's nose, "but I think Jerome here does. Or don't you, kitty-cat?"

The demeaning words were lost on the puma as he busied himself with pressing his spongy nose against the red flesh of the taller Dobie's cock; the pulsing veins and seeping tip all but captivating the feline as he blinked while watching the mass of crimson canine sex throb and twitch in front of his face. Meanwhile, over on the bed, Katie was looking between the three jocks with something akin to fascination glowing on her face. Never would she have thought to actually get a chance to see some hot guy-on-guy action from, what probably now constituted as her former boyfriend, and the dog she had been seeing behind her ex's back. The sight of the dominant Doberman, his meaty hips thrusting back and forth as the black and tan canine smeared wet stains of guy spooge onto the kneeling puma's face made for a really provocative sight for the chipmunk. Letting her gray eyes trail over so that she could have a look at the only other male within her room, and find him intently focused on the two other guys in question, Katie tentatively reached her hand down in between her lap, her soaked puss still seeping slightly from the interrupted action it had been getting, and then pressed a single digit into herself. A bitten off moan, too high pitched to be from a boy, caused Ronald to cock his ear, his blue eyes rolling to the side as he watched the rodent play with herself, before turning his full focus back onto his future boyfriend and the guy trying to pry his muzzle open.

"Come on, J," Marco offered while rubbing the tips of his thumbs against the side of the puma's lips, "why don't you open up and get a real good taste. I bet you'll even be able to get a few hints of your girlfriend off of my dick before I choke you with it."

"Hurt and I'll break your neck." Ronald called behind the Doberman causing Marco to snort and give the roo the one fingered salute.

"Or maybe just let you keep my nob on your tongue, you know, so you can get comfortable with it and all." While he might have been in control of the situation, per say, Marco was smart enough to realize that at any moment his ass would belong to the roo if he made the wrong move against the puma. He did however, lean in and whisper, "But if we get into things and I start gagging your bitch ass, who'd blame me?" Jerome just shivered at the thought.

The oddity of such a strange union, with Ronald watching everything like a hawk and Katie getting herself off, nibbling at the lower edge of her bottom lip as she witnessed Jerome open his muzzle, slowly, ever so slowly, to allow the rutting canine's prick in between his cheeks, made for a somewhat surreal experience for all involved. However, there was nothing at all out of place at seeing Marco shove his pelvis forward, the Doberman grunting and then sighing as he felt Jerome's tongue thrash wildly around his cock, the feline too startled to blow him correctly, before the dobie pulled himself back to give the puma a chance to breath.

"Not bad," the dog grinned down at the sputtering feline, a laugh honeying his voice as he rocked his thighs forward gently. "You definitely have potential, but I think you need some more training, kitten." Jerome opened his muzzle, ready to rebuke the canine's words, but before he could utter more than the faintest whisper of a sound, Marco shoved forward, planting a third of his foot long girth into the cat's throat. Jerome sputtered, flailing around like crazy as his throat was forced to accept the canine's pointed shaft, the thin pre-cum of the dog squirted directly into the feline's belly. "Ohhh, yeah, choke on it, pussycat." Marco moaned, the Dobie growing more and more empowered as he had his way with someone who might have been his rival.

Back behind them Katie watched on with wide gray eyes, the chipmunk not believing how her former boyfriend was being treated like a toy by the Doberman. The fact that the puma was slowly starting to cease his pointless squirming around, Marco helping to calm the other down by rubbing against the back of Jerome's head, proved that there was something happening within the feline's mind; a submission that was making feline much more content with his place below the other male. That Marco was slowly speeding the movements of his hips, the Doberman lolling his tongue from in between his lips, his balls slapping against the puma's chin as his fat orbs grew hot with the canine's rolling semen, forced Jerome to accept more and more of the dog's cock. The sight of the fat bulb at the base of Marco's cock grow big as a small orange was a truly awe-inspiring sight to behold; the heavy musk of virile canine male coming from the long saliva soaked shaft stinking up the room seemed to be making the puma more and more willing to slobber over the hard knob belonging to the Doberman.

Jerome didn't know why he was enjoying this, it was so degrading, not to mention humiliating to be caught on his knees before another jock whose black he should have been still trying to knock off, but...with every lick around the vein covered piece of red male flesh the puma was finding himself enjoying what he was doing. Pulling his lips around the ramming dog dick, licking his tongue along the underside of the knotted canine phallus, Jerome seemed to fall into deeper and deeper trace as he let Marco rut his hips against his face. In seeing this the Doberman revealed in his power over the other, going so far as to growl out choice words about how much of a needy pussy Jerome really was, of how the puma should be offering his ass up to anybody who had a hard dick since he seemed to like getting filled with one so much. The burning shame that Jerome felt made the puma lower his ears, his entire body shivering from the words being spoken made the feline want to crawl somewhere and sob until he was blue in the face, it was all just so humiliating, yet his tail, his treacherous fifth appendage, refused to cease the restless motions it was making behind the other's back, going so far as to lift up to wave as if in agreement with the grunting dog.

"God, you're really good at this kitty!" Marco growled, his stub of a tail wagged back behind himself at the same time he pulled his hips back, the full foot of his cock slipping out from the puma's muzzle to spray water thin pre-cum over the feline's face. Jerome lapped up the spraying fluids, his long, raspy tongue against the air to taste the blasting pre-cum. The sight of the puma sandy colored fur being matted down with liquid dog stink made the other purr in delight, Jerome going so far as to rub his spongy nose against the leaking cock tip.

"God, you're such a needy cat, just look at you, man!" Marco taunted as he reached around, the hand he had been using to keep Jerome's head in place being instead moved over so that the Doberman could collect some of his thin juice. "I bet you've even lick this from my hand, wouldn't you?" The Dobie asked, or maybe rather commanded, it was hard to tell since Marco's mind was all awash with confusing emotions. That his tongue moved on its own to collect the milky dewdrops of canine pre-cum from out of Marco's hand was a testament to the fact that some part of Jerome had come unhinged.

Katie was beyond astounded at seeing this, the chipmunk going so far as to cheer Marco on as he made her ex into a perfect receptacle for his lusts. Ronald was more than pleased, but to keep up appearances the roo actually growled and beat his massive tail against at the hardwood floor, splintering the wood just a touch, however, the marsupial made no motion to stop the dog. In some strange and perverse way the tall football player was getting off on the show; seeing his best friend brought so low, made to lick at the Doberman's fingers as the taller jock held the saliva coated digits onto the outer edges of his lips, poking at the fleshy rim of the puma's mouth with a claw, had Ronald all but daydreaming about the ways he was going to 'make Jerome feel better' once the blue eyed feline was broken in. Of course that would be after he beat the living shit out of Marco.

"You know," Marco whispered quietly, his amber eyes greedily eating up the sight of his new toy servicing his hand like some trained pet, "Maybe I ought to keep you after I have that ass of yours. That would definitely be a sight, wouldn't it, kitten?" The Doberman's still unsatisfied cock bobbed twice into the air at the suggestion, the massive spire of red flesh squirted out thicker streams of pre-cum onto the edge of Jerome's neck as if to cast its vote on the subject matter.

"Wa-what?" Jerome seemed to come back from what strange sexual haze he had fallen under, his blue eyes blinking away the film of desire as fear replaced everything within the puma's head. "You're not fucking me! That'd hurt!" It sounded so childish when it came out, especially in that high pitched feline yowl that cats were known for, however, a sharp bark from Marco had the blue eyed feline snapping back some.

"Yes I am." The dog grabbed Jerome with his meaty left hand, turned, dragging the puma with him, and then forced the football player over onto the edge of Katie's bed, the chipmunk said nothing as he fingered herself while watching all of this. "I'm going sink my dick into that tight ass of yours, give it a few good humps, and have you yowling and backing that rump of yours back against me before you know it, pussycat!" The next few seconds blurred to Jerome as the puma felt more than saw Marco do just that, stripping the other of his pants, tossing them casually to the side while rolling the bottom of the puma's shirt forward along the other's back; the Doberman going so far as to wrap the end of his long tail around his fist just so that he could yank the long appendage, which already happened to be raised against Jerome's back, up away from his unspoiled pucker.

"D-don't," Jerome cried out, his head turning to stare desperately at the now almost towering jock as the black and tan canine loomed over him like a weird living titan. "I-I'm not ready for something like that, man!" It was on hearing these words that Marco laughed, a dark chuckle which made the Dobie chest quiver.

"You know what," The other jock said, lowering himself down so that his long snout was pressed directly up against the side of the puma's ears, his red rocket of a cock laid directly in between the cat's buns like a fleshy hotdog. "I think you are, but I'm going to make you beg for it, first." And then Marco began to move his hips, gyrating his cock against Jerome's taint and tail hole, his still weeping tip oozing lube to make his rutting even smoother.

Jerome said nothing to this, his eyes wide and muzzle formed into a perfect 'o' shape as his mind and body burned with the visceral knowledge of what the other high schooler was doing to him. The sounds of the puma's soft undulations of confusion and pleasure, like a strange hymn for which cried out to the Doberman in prayer, made for an interesting backdrop to what was happening. Both Katie and Ronald could agree to that as they watched, both chipmunk and roo gazing with two different looks as they watched the puma reduced down to muttering whimpers, the yanking of his precious tail not helping things at all as the pain mixed with the hot feelings boiling inside of Jerome's chest. It felt so good, yet at the same time felt so wrong; the knowing and the sensations warring with each other as what seemed right and yet what wasn't meshed inside of the feline's mind to become a tornado of information that made the puma's brain go blank for several seconds.

That must have been why Jerome slowly found himself back up into Marco; the tricky Doberman, with his impressive cock rubbing up against the sensitive fur of his back passage were just overwhelming Jerome's rationale. It made more sense than to admit that he was liking what was happening to him, that he wanted to submit himself fully to the other male. It wasn't like the cat didn't know that he was just being used by the dog, that had already been made clear after the other had bid him to slobber over and across his fingers by withholding that sweet, sweet nectar the other had coated his fingers in, but now...

"Ahhhh!" Jerome cried out as he found himself being spiked by the Doberman, the first two inches of hot Dobie cock ran forward inside of the puma, tearing away virgin innocence as the canine behind him howled a low cry to the sky.

"Ohhh, yeahh, baby! Nice and tight!" Marco yipped, his ears sticking straight up as his stub of a tail whipped behind him like crazy. "Almost better than your girlfriend, or rather, my girlfriend now, kitty." Jerome said nothing to this, the puma too busy rocking himself back in slow, even movements as he tried to use his butt to swallow up the Dobie's fuck tool. "Guess I can consider you my new girlfriend once this is over with, now can't I?" Jerome nodded, his body having grown so hot that the puma was left panting, his tongue curled out onto the cotton linens as he squeezed his tail hole around the slowly entering shaft behind him.

"That's a good pussycat." Marco praised, the Doberman's amber eyes glowing like emeralds as they peered down against the back of the cat's head. "Guess I can make you mine now, not like you're going to holler rape or anything since you want this, right?" Jerome again nodded, his mind a whirl of conflicted thoughts as he felt more and more of the Dobie run through his backside. "Good." And then Marco shoved forward, the Doberman going so far as to shove all of his cock up into the puma at once, straining the other's anal ring to the max.

The yowl of pain Jerome let out was so excruciating that it made everyone present hiss in response, and yet, that didn't change things for the feline, the doghood embedded inside of him pulsing with the beat of its owner's heart as it seared a deep meaning into Jerome's psyche. It took everything in Ronald not to charge over there and beat the living daylights out of Marco, the roo was so mad that he was literally drooling down the side of his mouth in rage, and however, the marsupial knew that he'd have to wait. He needed to if he wanted to have Jerome as his own cumslut of a pet once this was all over with. He knew that he'd never forgive himself for letting this happen to the puma, especially while he was watching, but he'd also knew that there was no chance of ever getting as close as he wanted to his best friend without seeing the other shattered to pieces; Jerome's heterosexual mind too firm and unfailing to allow for something like that, unless it was beaten down upon the rock of submission leaving the feline nothing more than a slathering feline needing to be fed a hot hard shaft over and over again.

And Ronald cared about the other to do something like that to his best friend, but that didn't mean he wasn't above allowing someone else to do it for him. And afterwards...that would be a whole different story. With a sigh, Ronald braced himself and waited. What happened would happen, and he'd be there to pick up the pieces of Jerome once Marco had had his fill.

Katie couldn't believe what she was seeing as she watched the two jocks before her pumping forward against her bed, well more so Marco doing the thrusting as the Doberman pulled himself back from out of Jerome, his long, turgid shaft slicing through the gates of the blue eyed feline's rectum as he imprinted the memory of the feel of his cock into the other jock. The chipmunk was all but fisting herself as she looked upon the sight of the two men, both in the throes of their own respective ecstasy as they moaned and sighed together, the union of male upon male, a timeless dance which was just a touch younger than the most ancient of erotic dances, made for quite the interesting show, especially as the Doberman reached down to take both of Jerome's shoulders into his paws, the canine clenching down onto the cat as though he were holding onto so bucking bronco as he pumped his cock even hard into the feline. The silent howls both let out as Marco hit Jerome's sweet spot, the puma's insides clenching down onto the other making the dobie frantic thrusts that much harder to pump into the cat, was a truly glorious sight to behold...and Katie could say that she wanted to see more. More of her ex being used. More of Jerome being made to silent beg for the cock that had filled her up on a number of occasions. More of Marco in his passionate glory as he took and claimed the cat's ass for his own. More of her own throbbing sex gushing out fluids onto her hand as she used three fingers to find her own pleasure center.

Minutes flew by with the two going at it hard enough to cause the bed underneath them to bounce against the wall. The steady beating of the wood frame merely being a pitiful echo of the Doberman's hips tapping into the puma's; the larger canine stroking his long rod through the puma's guts as he edged his knot forward into the other with every hard thrust, threatening to rip Jerome open as he did so. That the puma's own cock was stiffly rubbing up against the underside of his chest, the white lines underneath him doing an interesting job of rubbing the cat off as his own pre-cum soaked into the cotton, staining it the same way Marco's fluids were branding the inner reaches of his tailhole, made for quite the blissful feeling for the puma. That the both of their balls were slapping into each other's, both jocks having not gotten off yet, made both of them feel a need to release as sexual tension coiled within their bellies.

However, all of that wasn't enough for Marco; the canine's need for domination over his beaten foe was so great that the canine kept his rational senses even as his body descended into an instinctual lust which kept his hips jack hammering into the one under him. Growling, the canine turned amber eyes down to stare at where his claws were tearing through the fur of Jerome's back, the sharp scent of copper rose up into the air igniting the canine's need to be alpha male.

"Tell me, Jerome," Marco hissed, his voice so tight it was a wonder that he could speak at all. That didn't stop the puma's ears from flipping skyward as they swallowed the words which had been ushered forth by a slathering muzzle. "Tell me who you belonged to." Jerome shivered, the sandy fur across his body sticking up straight as some primitive understanding coursed through him like a curse.

"Aahhh...!" Was about as far as the canine got, his mind too jumbled and jarred to form coherent words. That happened to be the wrong answered however as Jerome, angry at being denied, pounded the cat's rump so hard that his fat apple sized knot tore through the feline's anal star, forcing it open as a fourth of the dog's thick bulb plowed forward.

"Say it, Jerome, say who you belong to!" Marco shouted, his hips pistoling forward like mad as he had his way with the puma's ruined tailhole. He needed to hear it! Wanted to know it! To be able to let the world realize that he had conquered another male, bested him in the most basic of senses as he destroyed the other's sexual identity, replacing it instead will a willing submission that would forever make the Doberman the king over the other.

"I...I..." Jerome muttered, his eyes clenched shut tight as half of the Doberman's thick knot punched in and out of him. Pain flared like a hot knife through Jerome, the puma hissing and moaning like a trained whore as he took everything the dog had to give him.

"SAY IT!!!!!" Jerome howled, his testicles pulling up against his body as he prepared to pop his bitch tamer fully into the feline below him, knot and all. A few more thrusts and then... sweet release. Ramming his knot past Jerome's last defenses, the Marco released shot after shot of hot cum. The sheer volume overflowing out of the poor puma's over stretched hole.

"Ahhhh!!!!" Jerome mewled as he felt scalding hot cum pour out onto his balls and up onto his back, the shirt he was wearing not being able to protect the other from the burning heat which engulfed the puma.

Smirking, Marko yanked his cock, knot and all, out of the formerly virgin tailhole of the feline sprawled out in front of him. Jerome for his part gave a pained yelp. Both his hands quickly flying to his exposed hole, trying desperately to press the ruined ring together. The victorious Dobie couldn't help be give a loud whoop as he watched his latest conquest's feeble attempts. For all his efforts, all that Jerome accomplished was getting his fingers covered in sticky canine spunk and accidentally fingering himself in the process.

Marco sauntered over and gave the distracted puma a few wet slaps to the face with his still very hard cock. "Oy! "Jock" boy. What do you think you're doing? You're not gonna leave this massive tool of anal destruction all cummy are you? Be a good slut and clean your mess up. Tongue only, no hands allowed whore." Nodding his head in submission Jerome quickly got about his task. The puma dutifully licked up every drop of canine spunk that he could find, deep throating the cock for good measure. All the while Marco sat with his legs spread and head leaned back to furiously make out with Katie.

After what seemed like an eternity later, the Dobbie gave his new toy a kick to the chest sending him sprawling. Looming over his pet, the dog grabbed his cock with both hands. "Do you know what a dirty messy slut like you needs? A shower. Be grateful I'm a generous owner, I only bathe my pets in gold!" Behind him Katie had to stifle an aroused moan at the sudden turn of events. The chipmunk's gray eyes fluttered closed as she brought herself to another massive climax, the chipmunk having gotten herself off at the sight of all that male testosterone flowing within the walls of her house.

Before he could act however, a certain marsupial had decided that he'd waited long enough. Bounding across the room Ronald rammed into the canine and pinned him against the wall.

"What the hell are you doing?" Marco shouted, the Doberman all but livid as he tried to breath around the roo's hand. The roo glaring a silent promise to the Dobie, as he held onto the canine's throat. "Let me go, man!" the dog snapped at the marsupial, receiving only a flick of one triangular ear from the kangaroo for his troubles.

"Shut up." Was the roo's rebuttal as he tightened his fist even tighter around the Doberman's neck, the pressure so great that it actually caused Marco to yelp. "You've done your part, but the cat belongs to me, bitch! If you don't watch yourself, you will too" Ronald snarled, his blunted teeth pulling out from under his lips, the saliva soaking onto them making the roo look like some savage monster as his hazel-green eyes narrowed to almost pinpricks as he looked at the one who had spoiled his best friend's rump. "Now get this, if I so much as catch a whiff of you anywhere near Jerome without my permission," a further tightening along the Dobie's neck had Marco all but gasping to pull in air, his entire world going white for a split second. "You won't like what I do to you in response, got me, Marco?"

"I got it! I got it!" The dog whimpered his hasty reply, his body sending out flashing warning signals as the pain he was feeling rapid reached a critical point.

"Good," Ronald said smoothly, his voice almost like milk as he breathed deeply into the canine's ear. "And just to be sure you get the point," The roo rubbed himself against the backside of Jerome's ass, the hard bulge that could be felt across his naked rear so great that it made the Dobie's gold eyes widen like saucers. "I've got fifteen hard inches of very angry roo cock I'll be more than happy to use on you if you cross me, Marco, and believe me, I fuck rough." The black and tan canine was nodding so rapidly he momentarily made himself sick. "Oh look, you're done." Ronald announced as he looked down to see the angry red doghood shrink and retreat back into its holster.

And then the roo released the Doberman, shoving the other to the side with a shoulder as he went to pick up the mewling puma and said feline's pants. Walking out the door of Katie's room Ronald barely looked back. Of course, the kangaroo's eyes were only for Jerome anyway, so it was a moot fact.

Once they were outside Ronald made his way to his truck, the roo not at the least bothered by the fact that the world around him could see his best friend's gaping tailhole. Instead, the marsupial simply opened the side door of his vehicle, tossed the still dazed feline into the interior of his two door and then proceeded to hop in after him. Using the leg of Jerome's pants Ronald wiped away the now drying canine spooge which looked to be drying within the puma's fur.

"I'm so sorry about that, J," Ronald whispered, the tears along the edges of the kangaroo's hazel-green eyes as a false testament to the authenticity of the roo's words. Once the Doberman's cum was cleared from Jerome's backside, Ronald tossed the now sticky article of clothing away and then then hefted Jerome's rear up into the air. "I promise I'll be a better boyfriend than him, I swear that to you." And then the roo delved his tongue into his best friend's swollen pucker, the long but thin kangaroo's wet organ laving slow, measured licks across the rim of the puma's tailhole.

That the blue eyed feline turned his head to regard the other with a blank stare may have been a sign of the Jerome's feelings, or maybe not, it was hard to say for Ronald as he focused onto the task of clearing out the leftover trails of dog pre-cum that had flooded the inside of the feline's rectum. However, the coiling of Jerome's long furry tail around the length of the kangaroo's neck, the supple appendage hugging the other tight even as the cat began to pass out held meaning for which Ronald would be left thinking about all the way during his drive back home to his and his family's apartment.

For now though, the scent and heat of the person who he had known since grade school was enough to fill the gaping void growing within the kangaroo's heart. Once he was done Jerome was left all but mewling as he found himself hefted up and then turned around within the cab of the truck, Ronald's smirking face looming above the feline with an intent that spoke of a perverted desire that it made the puma shiver all over. No words were said as the roo reached down, loosening himself out from the fabric covering his waist and legs, and then reached out to take hold of Jerome's thick barbed shaft. Blue eyes blinked as they watched the roo guide the unspent shaft of the sandy furred feline and then guided into the football player's now still sheath, the larger marsupial's cock having retreated back into its home from the unknown number of minutes Ronald spent eating his best friend's backside out.

"Wha..." Fingers silenced the puma from speaking.

Hazel-green eyes watched the feline with a commanding light; the moment shouldn't be ruined by words. Jerome swallowed whatever thought he had been trying to form as he looked down to see Ronald take him into the roo's upside down junk, the feel of the other's hot pouch of flesh engulfing the puma made the puma throw himself backwards, his tail all but snapping vice tight around the marsupial's neck. Ronald chuckled as he shifted his hips forward, the kangaroo slowly taking in more and more of his best friend's thickness into his sheath right up to the point where the barbs pressed against his own throbbing cock. It took everything the roo possessed not to rut his hips forward, forcing his roo dick out to slide up against Jerome's slick shaft; it was worth it though, since the feeling of being so close to the other male, of having the feline inside of him like this, made a burning warm sensation fill inside of Ronald's heart.

And then hips began to move all on their own.

Jerome grunted as he felt his cock begin tugged by the flesh of the older teen's sheath, the pressure was just enough to make him feel as though he were inside of something resembling another's body, and yet it was loose enough that the Ronald had to hold the base of the feline's cock in order to keep the other from slipping out. Not helping was the fact that the roo's cock, held back only by Ronald's desperate mental control, was trying to surge outwards, the marsupial's body urging its owner to flip the cat over and bury his stalk of roo flesh up inside of the puma's ass. The older footballer grunted from the mental imagine, his mind flashing with the dark images of himself bending Jerome over whatever surface he could find as he filled the other with his potent kangaroo milk. The steady tapping of his foot against the passenger door reminded Ronald of where he, or rather they were, however.

Heavy grunts pursed out from the roo's lips at the same time keening purrs resounded from out of Jerome's lips, both jocks loving the feel of being so close to each other, connected by flesh as well as spirit as their balls knocked back and forth into each other.

"Ronald!" Jerome whispered, the puma's mouth was panting heavy breaths of air, his lungs heaving as he felt his heart hammer inside of his chest so loud that he thought he could hear each beat.

The roo didn't reply, too focused was he on angling his thrusts at just the right point so as to get the maximum amount of pleasure out of literally fucking Jerome with his sheath. The puma wasn't too upset about this as he coiled his tail even tighter around his best friend's windpipe, the furry appendage massaging the roo's neck at the same time it impressed upon the other how close Jerome was getting to reaching his boiling point; having not come early from Marco pounding away at his rear, the blue eyed feline was more than ready to pop a load...and Ronald wanted it. The kangaroo wanted to feel his best friend's cum soaking the inside of his sheath, smearing feline musk onto his cock so that he could say the he had both claimed and been claimed by the other male.

Tail beating backwards against the window of the passenger's side door, threatening to smash straight through, Ronald snorted and snarled as he humped himself faster into Jerome. The thick, heady scent of male pheromones rising within the cab was so great that it made the roo's hazel-green eyes turn a dark shade of jade, however, that was nothing compared to the sight of the footballer's shoulders straining, veins bulging out to stand like highway lines across the dark fur of the roo's biceps. Chest swelling from the exertion, legs all but pivoting forward like a battering ram as the kangaroo pounded his sheath against Jerome's liberally leaking cock, Ronald looked almost like a god of debauchery as he sneered a sexual grin down at his soon-to-be boyfriend, his dark orbs promising to keep the feline both stuffed with cum and happy beyond words after he made his claim on the other into a visible mark.

How many minutes passed with the truck literally shaking like it was about to be turned over onto its hood neither jock could say for sure, but when a sharp bark shot out from Ronald's lips, the roo's entire body stilling at the same time Jerome yowled to the sky above time suddenly stopped. Frozen in that perfect moment for which would pass without a second's notice the two teen's looked like a vision of sexual bliss with Ronald, his head thrown back, ears tipped skyward and body held taut, while Jerome's muzzle was opened into a perfect 'o', his blue eyes slammed shut as his balls were pulled nice and tight against his lower body.

A flash of a moment later and the scene shattered into a million pieces with Jerome yelping as white hot cat cum shot out from his dick into Ronald's sheath. The milky torrent was so great that it made small bulges appear within the roo's fleshy pouch before spilling back out and around both his thighs and those of his 'boyfriend'. Ronald grunted as he felt the blazing hot load of semen rush up over his dick, the kangaroo letting his eyes roll up into his head as a climax ripped through him without an orgasm following. Almost ten minutes went by with the two jocks locked within their respective positions before...

"Ahhh, hey!" Ronald's massive eight foot frame dropped dead onto the comfy feeling body of a certain puma. "J, get off man, you're heavy!" The feline screeched. In his defence, having a good three hundred pounds of dead weight on one did make for an uncomfortable blanket, so...

"Shut up and let me relax, dude." The roo grumble, his mind and body still enjoying the fact that he and his best friend were still connected even though the puma's cock was trying to retreat back into its respective holder.

Jerome could only grumble as he laid himself down, his much more diminutive weight being used as a makeshift pillow by the older teen. Some minutes later, after the puma was almost sure that his best friend had dozed off...

"Does this mean I'm gay?"

"No," Came the deadpanned response startling the blue eyed cat. "it means your ass belongs to me." Ronald's voice quipped with a hard note that made Jerome shiver.

"Oh," A second of thought later and... "Ok, I can handle that."

"You better, cause I'm going to be riding your ass hard if I catch you sniffing behind someone else's crotch, J." The mixed feelings that came from that obvious threat made the puma shiver somewhat violently.

"I guess orgies are out because of that, right?"

Ronald lifted his head up, black eyes glaring deep into the face of the other teen, "Think I'm going to introduce you to that paddle I have at home..."

"Why do you have a paddle at home?" It should have been obvious but sometimes...one just needed some things said bluntly to get the message sent home.

"Cause I have feeling you're going to be a bad kitten," Jerome mewled as he watched the roo grinned devilishly at him. "And bad kittens need lots of spanking in order to learn how to behave, right?"

The puma swallowed thickly, not too sure how to answer that.