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Preface: Slow down there cow boys and girls, this here preface is to remind you cattle hustlers that this work of fiction is for those over 18. It has some of that furry stuff like furs and sex, and naughty words. If yall are still interested then come on down. YEEEEHAAAA!

Chapter 8:The Silver Screen

The knock on the door nearly made Tobias drop the plate he was putting away. He opened the door and tried not to shake as Mort stood in front of him.

"Hey, hey, Tobias. I, uh (Damnit why can't I talk to him) was gonna head over to the movies. Um, you wanna go?" The wolf held on to the door as his thoughts shifted and swirled.

"Sure man, uh come in. I got to change, one sec." The tiger walked in and sat down on the same couch as yesterday. Tobias scampered off and hastily showered and put on some jeans and a pale blue Evanescence shirt. He donned his signature grey jacket and stepped into the living room. Mort was staring lazily out the window. The golden bars of sunlight reflected off his face and Tobias felt his feet stop moving. The perfect silhouette of the tiger was beautiful.

"Uh, T. You ready?" The tiger turned to him and jolted Tobias back to the present.

"Huh? Oh, yeah." Tobias locked the door (Fuck it, should have suggested renting something, then... maybe Mort would stay...) behind them. Mort's car pulled out of the driveway as the slow heat of summer coaxed flowers to awaken and bees to hum in the perfumed air.

Jeff and Matt sat in the back of the bear's car sucking face. The sudden shrill chirp of a cell phone cut through the moans. (Who in the blue fuck could that be?) Jeff pried the phone out of pocket.

"Hello? Hello? Fuck, wrong number." Matt pulled his bear back down and kissed him, his lover's mouth warm and exciting. Jeff held Matt close and could hear the gentle beating of his heart and the warmth of his fur. The clock on the dashboard blinked a luminescent green and neither wanted to leave but the movie started in 10 minutes. Matt moved over but before he got out Jeff kissed him again, the bear's tongue probing the dog's eager jaws.

Mort and Tobias sat down in the theatre. The darkness closed in around them as the curtains were drawn, the lights dimmed, and the last few furs sped in and sat down. Tobias's eyes glazed over and the sounds of the movie grew faint as he retreated back into his head. Mort's hand was about 6 inches from his (Just move your hand and hold it, come on. Mort... he would understand, I hope) and the wolf wanted to hold his hand. But something held him back, Justin, Tobias couldn't compete with that. A feeling of sickness and despair stabbed at Tobias. He tried to fade away, dissolve into a vapor as he pressed against the back of his seat and wished he were anywhere but here, felt anything but this, longing.

Matt sat down next to Jeff. The theatre was mostly empty, the seats at the lower rows had a sparse array of furs sitting and quietly conversing but the upper levels were totally clear. The picture started but rather than face the screen Jeff put his arms around Matt's waist and began kissing the German Shepherd's neck. Matt ran his paws down Jeff's back and around to the bear's belt buckle.

He opened it with a soft click and unbuttoned Jeff's shorts. The bear groaned but Matt kissed him again and ran his tongue through his lover's mouth. The Shepherd passionately kissed Jeff along his muzzle and down the bear's brown throat. Matt's paws pulled the zipper down on the shorts inch by inch and massaged his lover's ample package. Jeff scratched Matt's head, just behind the ears where he knew the dog was sensitive. Jeff's red boxers strained to hold back the beast so Matt relieved them of their duty and yanked them down to the bear's foot paws. A massive, dripping python sprung up and slapped Matt in the face, leaving a clear streak of precum. The hungry dog drew his tongue down the shaft in fast easy lashes.

Jeff moaned again and ran his paws down the back of Matt's head; the bear brought his touch back up to the ears and rubbed them with gentle ease. Matt stifled a whine as his lover fondled the Shepherd's velvety ears (Oh fuck Jeff, please... more... no one does it like you...) and tickled Matt's sweet spot just behind the darkest portion of the ear. Despite the darkness of the theatre Jeff could see Matt's eyes reflecting the light of the screen. The deep brown pools glistened and stared up at him from the floor, the best part of making love was seeing the passion in his mate's eyes. How they almost teared in pleasure and begged for more. There is nothing that compares.

The dog's warm lips brushed Jeff's cock and the bear gripped the seat with enough force to leave claw marks. With the skill of an expert Matt deepthroated Jeff and, as the characters in the movie resumed yelling "FUCK!" at each other, the panting ursine rode the orgasmic surge. Steamy, sticky pools of bear spunk coated Matt's mouth and he choked briefly as he gulped. The Shepherd bobbed his muzzle up and down, cleaning and coaxing every sweet squirt. Matt climbed onto the chair and leaned in for a long kiss with Jeff. The salty fluids and saliva mixing in their jaws. Jeff sucked the pre off of Matt's face and kissed the dog's neck.

Jeff moved out of his chair and onto all fours on the floor. Matt unbuttoned his own shorts and pulled them down. He felt so hard he was sure the vessels would pop and he ran a paw up Jeff's thigh. Clear drops began issuing and streaking down Matt's throbbing meat. Immediately the canine ran his hot pink tongue across Jeff's hanging sack. The furry brown orbs glistened in the faint illumination and the bear shivered with joy. Matt's probing tongue glided up over the bear's taught hole. Back and forth over the inviting red orifice (Jeff I'm gonna make you mine babe) Matt lubricated until a sheen of spit showed his reflection.

"M-Matt, ohhhhhh... Matt... d-don't stop, I w-want you..." The bear pleaded and Matt ran a comforting paw over Jeff's back, Jeff was a damn good pitcher but he was also an amazing catcher. The canine prodded the anal entryway and with the help of doggie drool and a liberal amount of pre, the red gate opened and Matt slid in with a soft wet squish. The audience seemed to be captivated by the stars on screen; the massive panel showed silicon pumped tits and doctor carved bodies. Images of perfection it is impossible to achieve without going under the knife. The shallow images did not concern Matt however; indifferent he pulled out, Jeff's warm guts throbbed and groped him as he pulled out of the bear's muscular ass cheeks. The heat of Jeff's insides sent shocks through his mate's body. Dots of light and color danced in front of Matt's vision. Beneath the cloak of shadows the two panted and whined.

Matt's breathing became gasps. "I... I... can't-"Doggie seed fired like a cannon and the gooey ropes filled Jeff with a serene sense of warmth. The movie proceeded to a scene where the characters yelled "Fuck!" randomly and fired their weapons, using more bullets of course than the laws of physics would allow them to carry in the magazines. The din masked the lover's deep breaths; Matt laid on top the bear who was still on all fours. Putting his head down on his mate's back, feeling the muscles and raw power the bear possessed. A sense of... safety... pleasure... love. Jeff gritted his teeth as Matt ripped his knotted cock out. Before the Shepherd could pull his pants up Jeff's muzzle got to the doggie's crotch. Warm, wet sweeps, cleaning and twisting up the softening shaft.

They readjusted their clothes and Matt climbed on Jeff's lap. The Shepherd rubbed his face against the bear's neck. The dark fur, smell of his lover, he wanted them. He wanted Jeff. In the clasp of the shadowy back of the theatre, their love burned like a candle adrift at sea. No matter how the world raged and clawed with broken foamy talons, they were together, bonded by more than flesh.

Tobias felt a steady numbness take him. Mort's eyes seemed bored and he sighed frequently. Tobias felt a slow burn in his chest. The desire to touch, to hold, to feel, to be with... no, the tiger was not his. Tobias turned his head slightly and squeezed his eyes shut. The sweet coo of the blades entered his head. Their kisses drew blood and feelings, their pain dulled his pain.

The movie was total shit. Hollywood had died and been replaced by Whorewood. The plastic slutty actresses screeched and writhed in tight suits, their bulges shaking and enticing the salacious males, and the men, so perfect, like ancient statues. But his mind felt like it had fallen into a blender. The seductive scent of the wolf next to him, it reached out, help, save me, take me. Mort shook his head to clear it. The two were silent as they exited the theatre.

(Oh fuck no) Justin's muscles locked up in disgust as his tiger walked out with Tobias. (Bad kittie, you're mine) Swallowing his hate the Lab sauntered over and planted a big kiss on Mort's lips. Out of the corner of his eye Justin could see the wolf recoil like he had just been burned, and a sudden feeling of power came over the canine. Mort looked surprised but Justin gave him a big grin. "Been looking for you babe. Gotta talk fast ‘cause I gotta run but next week there's a big pool party. My place. Come over at 3 and" Justin leaned in right up to Mort's ear, "come hungry."

Mort could feel himself blushing under his orange pelt and he sputtered "Uh, yeah, sure." Justin gave him another hard, wet kiss before departing. The tiger's head spun and he felt like he was outside his own body watching his life like a play. The heat of the afternoon sun brought him back to his senses. Tobias was gone.

The wolf ran all the way back to his bedroom. Ray and his girlfriend were on the couch; Blake and Norma were out to lunch. Tobias slammed the door and leaned against it. He slowly fell to the floor, his back to the wooden door. He crumpled into a fetal position and waves of jealousy misery alternated through his thoughts. Justin, he had done that on purpose. He wanted Tobias to see that. See that Mort was taken and the Lab would not allow anyone to move into his territory. Bitter whispers scraped his brain. He shuffled over and pulled out the box from beneath his bed.

The razors winked back at him, they panted for fresh sacrifice, their orders growing louder. Sliding one out of the plastic cube he lowered it onto his wrist. The skin parted with no resistance and the room echoed with the moan of the blades. The cold steel burned paths into Tobias's arm, they would not let go, not until he understood. The world hurts, they were all he had.

The husky stopped to unlock his apartment. A leopard walked by him and the husky called out to him. "Hey Raleigh. Whoa, nasty bite. Bugs?" The leopard gave him a look of surprise.

"Uh, totally. Bugs, man. I, uh, gotta go. Later Mr. Caneth." The leopard vanished own the hall. (He's a strange boy, him and his human. Just friends my ass, maybe I should ask him to talk to Tobias about coming out.) Walking inside he could smell that someone had been there recently. On the table was a small note. (Hey Dad, stayed over, Mort and I had lunch. Hope to see you soon. Love, Tobias.) The husky smiled, Tobias needed someone. Being alone caused pain that no therapy or medication could fix. Locking the door and opening his briefcase, he looked at his papers. The presentation had gone over well and now that he was home, the husky picked up the remote and flipped the T.V. to the playfur channel; he was going to enjoy himself.

As the giggling furs danced on the screen Diego undid his shirt. His clean white husky chest seemed to brighten the room. The starched long sleeves were cast aside and the black patches on his back pulled all color and light into them.

He stroked his pecs, not quite middle age but getting there and his body would not quit. The dense muscles rippled with the strength he had developed during his high school and college years of wrestling and martial arts. Diego flexed and popped his back, his thick biceps curled inward and he did this and flitter of euphoria got him.

The belt was the next thing to be removed. The dark smooth leather was hung over a chair with tender affection. Diego slithered out of his pants, the dress fabric held his hips like binding, and he stared at his reflection from the window. The pale red cotton boxers complimented his form and coloring. Now however; was not the time for them. He hooked a claw under them and pulled the under garment off. His swelling member peeked out of his sheath and he stroked it in its entirety. Clear dribbles of pre were leaking and his hand was getting sticky, raising his paw to his mouth Diego lapped it up. The musky aroma of arousal and cum permeated the air.

Now fully engorged the husky's 15 inches throbbed with need. He ran a paw up his shaft and his thoughts drifted back. Back almost 20 years. Back to a kiss beneath the willow tree... him and Seth- Diego stopped and his face grew hot with embarrassment, here he was, a well respected professor, and he was pawing off like a horny undergraduate.

He didn't give a fuck. Diego resumed stroking his long thick member, the juices making him slick and shiny. The feeling, the way his massive balls tightened. Diego groaned into a scream as he came and a translucent fountain sprayed him. The viscous ropes of doggie seed splattered across his chest, muzzle and thighs. The slick gel soaked into his fur and Diego fell asleep with the ease of slipping into a pool of water.

Mort sat in his car and stared at the steering wheel. He had invited Tobias on a date, but Justin still pulled at his heart. The Lab's strength and dominance made him feel complete. His head hurt. He needed time to calm himself and sort out his thoughts.

Tobias lay of the floor looking vaguely comatose. His ragged breathes were slow and shallow. His wrists had long since bleeding but his heart ached with every beat. The razors were silent. They feed then hushed up. Picking himself up he stashed the box again then crawled into bed. He slept the afternoon away. He did not dream.

Where that cowboy shit in the preface came from I have no idea. I have been in Texas for too long now. >.< Now that Justin knows Tobias wants Mort he is gonna take actions against the wolf. Tobias's dad is home and who is Seth? Thank god I have a plan for this trip. *Puts on his seatbelt* Ready for takeoff Whoooooooosh! More to cum.