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An Odd Thing to Say

Chapter Five

> Nothing worth doing is easy or uncontroversial. So if you want to do something important, you have to be prepared for a real, nasty scrap.

> You say that like you've ever actually struggled in your life.

> You have no idea…

“Going to be in Orlando for a couple days. Got an interview for a cool job," Nick read out loud. “Also going to see an ex who cheated on me. Going to show up at his door, drop to my knees, and bite him in the… jeez, that's disturbing."

“Sisters," she sighed. “Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em."

“Yeah. Except in this case, I am," Nick said.

And it was obvious. The house, usually clean enough but cluttered, was now practically sparkling. Nick had spent the first day vacuuming and mopping, then dusting, then organizing, then washing the dishes, then working in the garden, and then it had been the second day, which was that morning.

Throw some school and homework in there, which the kit finished in a few hours, and now he had absolutely nothing to do.

Sure, CS was fine. And so was WoW. But a few hours of that and he'd had enough. So he flopped on the couch, which he had to himself for once, popped in retro Metroid, and that was when he remembered Julia.

He glanced at her, sitting on the couch with her controller in her paws—her hands, that was. She was a cutey with a tiny upturned nose and brown hair, and she'd been Nick's friend since… forever. Her family lived a few houses down the street, in the human part of town, but he'd never held that against her.

Well. Not really, anyway.

“Thanks for coming over, by the way," Nick said. “After CS, and WoW, and all the guys online had to go, I was really starting to scrape the bottom of the barrel. I don't even know what I'd have done next," he shrugged.

“Jack it to hentai, cry into a bowl of mac-n-cheese, and call Alex in a panic?" Julia suggested. “Either that, or cry to hentai, jack it into a bowl of mac-n-cheese, and… still call Alex in a panic."

“Funny," Nick scoffed. “For a human."

Julia just rolled her eyes. Jumped into a screw-attack, blew through a few mooks, then fired a charged laser beam that opened the door to the next stage.

She then turned to face Nick. Seemed to look him up and down for a moment.

“I feel like it's been forever since we've hung out," she said. “How have you been, kit?"

Well, I jacked it to my sister, totally didn't rape her mouth while she was asleep, got blue-balled by my crush because apparently my dick is too big, visited a gloryhole which may or may not have been serviced by Sarah herself, Nick wanted to say.

“Oh, you know, the usual," was what he actually did say. “School, homework… video games, boredom… lack of direction, no female attention."

“Well, as long as you're crying for help," Julia said. She got up and made her way to the kit, and snuggled up against him.

Nick looked down at her in surprise. She didn't have fur, but with her cute little face and her tiny nose, the way she lay softly against him was… kind of nice, actually.

He wrapped his arms around her. She actually had a decent body… actually, a really hot body. Tori was a D-cup, but Julia had to be pretty close to that at least. Plus she was skinny, and smaller, with a nice thick round ass.

Had she been a fur, Nick might have reached down to grab himself a handful. Because what she was doing… she might have been coming on to him.

Maybe. Who knew? After all, she was just his best friend growing up, and he'd told her that he had the house to himself, and she was all over him, looking up at him. But who knew? The last thing the kit wanted was to get #MeToo'd.

Even so… she was cute. And cozy. And snuggly. So Nick held her gently, enjoying her warmth, her company, her soft teen tits pressing against his chest.

“How have you been, by the way?" Nick asked. “What happened to that guy you were seeing, what was his name, what was his name… what happened to him?"

“It didn't work out," Julia said. “He was just… a really, really great guy, but kind of… weird. He didn't have a strong sense of… self, you know? It was like he was going through the motions of life without actually feeling anything. But he was sweet, though," she sighed. “And funny, and silly, and kind. But it would just have been wrong for me to stay with him, and take advantage of him."

“Man. And you were with him for a while, right?"

“A good, long while," Julia sighed. “But, I'm single now…"

“Yeah," Nick said, leaning down toward her. “Yeah, you are.

“Well, then, get the fuck onto Finder, girly," he laughed. “Or whatever the popular dating app is these days. You'll get lucky, I'm sure. Yeah, you might be a human, but you're tiny, and sweet, and funny, and cute, and thick is in these days."

Julia winced just a tiny bit. “Finder… isn't exactly what I'm looking for these days. I mean, have you been on it recently? I swear, it's just single mothers and the kind of guys who get their own Dateline episodes."

“No, now that you mention it, I haven't been on Finder," Nick said vaguely.

“Well, you're not missing much," Julia said. “Especially when… you know… you have options."

She looked up at him as if expectantly. Nick blinked—paused—then grinned.

“Mmm… nah," he said. Shimmied out of her embrace and dusted himself off.

“What?" Julia sat up, looking heartbroken, but Nick just shrugged.

“I'm just not into it," Nick shrugged. “I'm a fox, you're a—you know—and besides, we're friends. It'd be too weird. Now come on," he said, kneeling down to swap Metroid for Mario Kart. “Betcha I can get from eighth to first without a blue shell or a star."

But Julia was at the door, putting on her jacket and her shoes. She wouldn't meet Nick's eyes and seemed on the verge of tears.

“Hey, what's wrong?" Nick said, distantly concerned.

“Well, gee, Nick, let's think," Julia said. “You call me to come over as a last resort, and I drop everything and show up for you… dressed up, hair done, makeup and perfume, the whole nine yards. I hang out with you, listen to your problems, and I throw myself at you, and all you can say is… meh, nah. Because I'm a human, and because I'm your friend."

“Well, when you put it like that," Nick said haltingly. “Alright. Hey, come here," he said to the human. He made his way over to her and wrapped his arms around her lower waist, his paws resting at her lower back—and no lower.

“It's got nothing to do with you being human," Nick said. “It's just that… I'm not… into…"

“Me," Julia finished for him. “Yeah. Well, thanks for being honest about it. Have a good night," she said, opening the door. “Hope your left hand's up to some fun. Freaking virgin," she snapped.

That touched a nerve, she could see it.

“I'm going to have a great night. Matter of fact, I'm getting on Finder right now—and I'm going to find a girl, right now, tonight. And to prove that it's got nothing to do with species, she's going to be a human." Nick saw her face fall—good. Now move in for the fucking kill.

“In fact, she's going to be a single mother," he grinned. “She's going to be a desperate, lonely, curvy single mother—not thick, mind you, curvy—and I'm going to fuck her like a bitch because I want to, more than I'd ever want to be with you."

Julia was silently crying by then. When Nick saw that, something in him broke—he reached out to Julia but she darted out of the door, still crying. The kit began to give chase.

“Wait—Julia—no!" Something caught his foot and he tripped, and in a second, Julia was gone.

This was crazy. And stupid. And dangerous. And dirty, and slutty, and all of the above and so many more, and that was what made it so fucking hot.

Nick adjusted the strap of his duffel bag on his shoulder. It was loaded with the essentials, a change of clothes, deodorant, some cologne that he'd stolen from his dad's medicine cabinet, and that was about it. A hoe bag for a ho in the making. He was wearing slacks and a buttoned shirt, and a tie that hadn't been in style since the 40s, or the 80s, whenever the fuck parents were born.

He was in a nice enough condo complex, but still—this was fucking crazy. He'd swiped right on her and a half dozen other women, but then boom—a match.

She was a lot shorter than Nick, with pale smooth skin. She had blond hair and really big tits, that much was obvious in her first picture. The next one showed her standing by a pool and hot fucking damn did she have an ass. She might have had a little of a tummy, but Nick found it kind of cute. And besides, that meant that she was curvy.

They'd started chatting right away. She'd invited him over that night itself, and, half in a daze, he had dressed, and showered, finished up his homework, and here he was, his dark paw trembling, fisted outside of her door.

He knocked twice.

It was only a few seconds later when she opened the door.

She was wearing yoga pants and two tank tops, both black, which flattened her tummy but barely held her big tits. Nick only had time to glance around the inside of her apartment before she pulled him in for a hug.

Her smell intoxicated her. She was wearing a floral perfume that made him shiver, and want to throw her down, pin her down and—ahem. Calm down there, tiger.

He stepped back a bit, hands on her hips, grinning at her. His shyness was melting away as his lust grew, along with his cock. Alright it was jutting out in his slacks—he'd dressed up, of course, and she seemed to like it.

“Well, hello there," Nick began—then paused. Then he just laughed. “I never did get your name."

“Sarah," she cooed to him.

“Sarah," he said, almost smoothly. “I'm Nick."

He invited himself in and pulled the door shut behind them with his tail. Caressing her hips with his hands, he reached down… and back… until he was starting to grope her ass.

“Why don't you tell me," he said, “what you texted me, just half an hour ago?"

She giggled, blushing furiously, but managed to whisper to him.

“I like it when a guy is kinda rough… when he tells me what to do, when he kisses me all over. And, I love oral," she blushed. “Giving it, I mean."

This was so unreal that Nick almost couldn't speak. Instead he heard himself say, “Take me to the bedroom, baby… and I'll tell you what I texted you."

She did as she was told. Almost twice his age and she was putty in his paws. He followed her so closely that his cock practically rubbed against her ass, staring at her curvy form as it jiggled with every step.

In a moment they were in her bedroom, and she was on his knees, looking humbly up at him as she began to undo his belt buckle.

“I like cute, curvy little blonde humans," Nick said, as she undid the buckle.

“With cute faces and pretty hazel eyes," he said, as she tugged the belt free.

“And what I really love is being… kinda rough."

She undid his zipper then and as the kit had gone commando, his cock flopped out and bonked her directly in the face. Since he was only half-hard it had enough give and oomph to it to stun her, literally and figuratively. She stared up at him, his cock resting across her face, the contrast of his dark naked cock on her pale skin making him shiver.

“I should… put on a condom," Nick said vaguely but that was the last thing on his mind as she started to suck at his cockhead. Her mouth was so small though, whenever she tried to more than kiss and lick around it she had to back off quickly and cough.

By now she was jacking him off with both hands, neither of them able to wrap fully around his cock.

“You know, I've… never exactly been with someone who isn't, you know, human before," she admitted. “Are all anthros this… big?"

He hissed his pleasure to her, hands intertwined in her hair. And for the first time, he felt pride… something more than pride… in talking about his cock.

Nick shook his head no. “Not even close," he said. “Now suck my dick like you mean it."

She did as she was told, seductively looking up at him while sucking him off, as best she could anyway. She pulled her tops down, exposing her tits to him as she slobbered at the head of his cock. He reached down to grope feverishly at her tits as she tried to take him deep—failed totally and coughed into the back of her hand.

“Sarah, I have got to fuck you," Nick growled. He ground his cock against her face, so hard that it was almost dangerous, and she could only blush and nod.

She stood and turned around, making her way to the bed. At that point, Nick did put on a condom—just like he'd been shown in sex ed. It was a double magnum XL grande, the biggest he could find in the gas station on the way here, and it… well, it fit. Kind of, sort of. It was tight, but that was good—right? Sure, it made the kit wince a bit, but it wasn't that bad. Not that bad, anyway.

Sarah was facing away from him, shoulders on the bed, ass up, as she peeled her panties down for him. She was glistening wet, obviously tight, and the way her ass jiggled with every motion…

The kit got on his knees behind her. Rubbed the head of his condom-covered cock against her wet little pussy and with bated breath… pushed in.

She was so tight and her ass practically hypnotized him as it jiggled and bounced up and down around his cock. Nick started to fuck her, but wasn't really sure of what he was doing… he tried to move his hips but ended up moving most of his body, biting his lip to keep from cumming. He couldn't hilt her—whenever he tried to she pulled away with a moan more of pain than pleasure—but it was the hottest, sexiest thing he had ever done.

She was so much sexier than fucking Julia. Or Tori, he could barely remember what the cat looked like. Or Sarah…

Sarah…

She was younger. And thinner, and thicker, with longer thicker hair, prettier eyes, and a cute face, and as a vixen, she was totally out of Sarah's league.

Fuck. Sarah.

“Fuck!" Nick moaned. He grabbed fake-Sarah by the ass and thrust forward, almost hilting her—

And in that moment, two things happened. One, the kit's condom ripped, and two… he came. He came so hard that he saw stars, so powerfully that he almost recoiled, and it all went right… where… it belonged.

He pulled out a moment later, too tired and tingly to think straight. There were red pawprints on the woman's ass, as she jiggled and giggled, looking back at him over her shoulder.

Nick was sweating, so tingly and turned on and excited and nervous that he couldn't think. His cock was still hard, due to both lust and that his too-small condom was acting as a cock ring, the ruined latex taut against his skin.

“Felt like… you had a lot to give there, kit," fake-Sarah grinned.

“Yeah. Yeah I did," Nick sighed. He smacked her ass gently and watched it jiggle.

He could go again, he realized. And probably more than a few times more. And she seemed to beckon him, with her lust-filled eyes, and her thick jiggling ass.

And FUCK did Nick want to. Holy shit did he want to. But he had to shake his head no.

“That was the only condom they had that size," Nick said. “I wish I could, but… you can suck me off again," he offered.

It was as if the temperature in the room had dropped by several degrees. Sarah sat up, got up, and pressed a finger into Nick's belly.

“So you get to cum," she said, “and I don't? But I can suck you off again?"

“Yep, pretty much," Nick nodded.

She stared at him for another moment. Shrugged. Then dropped to her knees. “Fair enough, sounds good to me."

Leaving the kit's impromptu cock ring on, she again began to suck him off, shamelessly cleaning him of her own arousal. At the same time, she began to finger herself—he could see it—and every time she seemed to get close to a climax, he thrust forward so that she gagged and coughed and had to start over from the beginning.

It was hot and incredibly empowering. Nick loved every second—but in the back of the mind, he was scheming. Plotting. Planning his next move. This was okay. This was okay. He could fix this—idea.

“You don't mind if I take some pictures, do you?" Nick said. “The guys will never believe me otherwise."

Fuck. Why did he have to say that—add that useless, stupid last sentence?

But incredibly, Sarah nodded. “Just keep them… semi-anonymous," she said. And with that, she rested his cock across her face again and began to suck the kit's balls.

And that made the next part of his plan hard to put into motion. The kit found himself moaning, grinding his heavy full nuts into her mouth, each the size of a pool ball. She could only get one into her mouth at a time so as if to apologize, she shamelessly nuzzled her face into his sack.

Fuck. Focus. But—fuck!

“Alex," Nick texted desperately. “Need your help stat."

Immediately the tiger called—but Nick declined. Instead, he texted a thousand words in the form of a picture.

“Things were going well—more than well—but she's getting scary. What do I do? Help me, man—I'm scared!"

“This is okay. This is okay," Alex texted. “Keep calm. Keep calm. Fuck.

“Wait, hold on," Alex texted. “I have an idea. It's crazy…so crazy it just might work…"

“Are you okay, baby? Do you know that you're going to be okay."

“Nnnh… fuck… yes… Just please, be gentle." She giggled nervously, then gasped as Nick smacked her ass. Hard.

She was face down in the bed again, but this time… this time, she wasn't going anywhere. She was face down, ass up again, tied in place, and for good measure, the kit had blindfolded her with his own old man's tie.

He was rock hard again, cock ring or not. And he'd delayed long enough—fuck, fucking Alex, you've never let me down before, don't start now…

The bell rang.

“Ah. Pizza," Nick said, pulling up his pants.

“Huh? When'd you order pizza?" Sarah said, but the kit pretended not to hear and made his way to the door. He opened it and—

“HIYA, KIT!" the tiger bellowed. “This is your friendly, neighborhood pizzaman, with the freshest, finest pizzas, this side of the Mississippi. They're grrrrrreat!" he roared

“You spent the whole drive thinking that up, didn't you?" Nick whispered, when his hearing returned.

Alex nodded proudly. Then gagged as Nick grabbed him by the lapel and pulled him in. The kit glanced around conspiratorially, then slammed the door shut.

“Anything change since you texted me?" Alex said. Any ounce of humor was gone—now he was all business. He entered, cleared the kitchen and living room, then made his way toward the bedroom.

Nick shook his head no.

“Good… good."

Alex opened the door. Froze solid. For a moment, Nick thought he had glitched out, but then, he smoothed his hair, and began to saunter forward. He took position behind the prone woman, smacked her ass hard with both paws—a lot harder than Nick ever could have—and began to pull his pants down.

“Oh, that was rough—oh, FUCK!" Sarah said, as Alex apparently entered her—bareback, totally regardless of the thick cum still stuffing her.

He began to fuck her hard, a lot harder than Nick could. He was merciless and ceaseless in his power and speed, and in moments, had Sarah moaning so loud that he could actually speak.

“Once you pop, the fun don't stop," the tiger explained. “And some girls really like it like that. I'll tell you more another time—maybe show you more. And who knows, kit, with a dick like yours… who knows what you'll be capable of?"

“Alex," Nick said, “I don't know what to say—"

“Then say nothing and get the fuck out of here," the tiger growled. He was gripping her ass so tight that his claws were out, starting to prick her smooth sensitive pale skin. Sex was making him rougher, more of an animal than a person—Nick turned and began to leave, tail between his legs.

“The keys are in the car," Alex said. “So's a Gatorade and a little gift. Now get going, Nick! I can't keep this up forever—she's eventually going to get up!"

“What are you going to do when she does?" Nick said, halfway through the door.

“Gaslight her? Woo her? Buy her a gift and hope she forgets about the whole thing? I dunno. I'll figure it out," the tiger said. “Now go!"

The kit was on the road, sipping Gatorade, wired, paws clenched on the steering wheel. It was almost impossible to hash out the past few days… let alone the past few hours.

He'd gone from a guaranteed home run with his best friend to yelling at her until she cried and ran away. He'd matched with a single mother on Tinder, turned up at her door to fuck her a half hour later, and then freaked out and left without lasting three minutes. He'd gone from being a virgin to…

Was he still a virgin? Yeah, he'd had sex, but it had been with a condom—but it had ripped—but—but—

Nick yelled a curse. He'd missed his exit—but fuck it, so what? He forced himself to calm, to breathe normally, and sat back in Alex's Tesla.

Good old Alex. Like a freaking guardian angel, he'd shown up when the kit needed it—and then he'd gotten down to business without even needing to be warmed up. And he'd gotten down. He was right—Nick needed to learn to do that. Needed to lift more, needed to watch the pro in action more, probably more than once.

Heh. As if there was a girl out there who could take a pounding like that more than once.

“There's not a girl like that on the planet," Nick said. “Not except for…"

Sarah. Sarah. She kept invading his thoughts—she was all he could think about. Even when he was with fake-Sarah he could only think of real Sarah, with her perfect body, and her slick soft fur, and her green eyes, and that pretty little smile of hers.

Why did he waste a thought on her? She hated him—always had. And besides, they were siblings. And besides, she hated him, and that hadn't been her at the gloryhole. No way! No fucking way.

“Besides, she'll be gone soon," Nick said out loud. “That interview in Orlando… she probably got the job, wherever the fuck it is. She can seduce anyone with a look, and if she can't, she'll suck cock until she gets what she wants. Fucking bitch… fucking beautiful, amazing, perfect, ambitious, tenacious woman…"

He was crying, he realized. That didn't make sense. He had no reason to cry! It wasn't like he missed Sarah, or wanted her, or needed her, or that he had just kinda-sorta-not really-but mostly lost his virginity.

Fuck this. He needed something to take his mind off of… everything.

There was a wrapped up little package in the passenger seat of the Tesla. The gift—Alex had mentioned it. Nick reached over to it and in a second, had clawed it open, fuck cleanliness, he just needed a distraction—

Big Wet Vixen Tits Volume Six. And on the front cover, front and center, was unmistakably—undoubtedly—Sarah.