FSE

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A human gets to familiarize himself with the fascinating biology of a fossa. (FYI - there are two sex scenes in this story, first oral then anal. Plan accordingly.)

As a quick side note, I want to write some watersports stuff but I'd like some audience feedback on the topic. I have a poll up here, please leave a comment here or click on an option at the poll: https://strawpoll.com/wceg7z48

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Edwin felt his whole body anxiously perk up as strangers swarmed around his sides, their flow interrupted as if he were a rock that parted a stream. At some level he felt bad about his situation - he certainly hadn’t been trying to meet any of these people, but he also carried a certain degree of muted annoyance towards the newlyweds. It was, after all, their fault he’d been dragged out to this ungodly event. As the human sipped at his drink, he let the sane, social part of his psyche override the selfish thought. He was, or rather he was going to start being, happy for the couple.

A raucous cheering crashed over the room as something apparently noteworthy happened. Edwin didn’t pay mind to the kiss, or song, or whatever had so tantalized the other party guests. He was far too busy. At a table near the bar, about fifteen feet away, was a slender brownish cat fiddling with his phone. At least, Edwin was pretty sure it was a feline of some sort. There were some people and chairs in the way, but he was able to make a rudimentary guess at the other man’s species despite them. That was enough for the human - cats were good. He could feel the liquor begin to thin his thoughts, taking the edge away from the swathes of people around him.

Edwin let his legs carry him over to his source of interest. He wasn’t very bold, but through some miracle he’d tricked himself into approaching the other man to chat. As he got closer it became apparent that there had been a flaw in his earlier guess; This was no feline - but he couldn’t place what else the man was. His eyes were large and gleaming, their slitted pupils beginning to notice the human walk up. It was also a matter of proportion. His face was shaped more like a rodent than a feline, carrying a certain squirreliness to its black nose and medium-long snout.

“How do you know the bride?” Edwin asked once he was within speaking distance.

The man looked somewhat startled, processing the world around him for a few seconds before casually replying.

“I know the groom, actually. We went to high school together back in the day. What about you?”

Edwin smiled as he got a good look at the mammal’s face. His ears stood vertically as he spoke with an australian lilt to his voice.

“I met lauren at a knitting course. We used to hang out a lot before she moved. It’s been a while, and I don’t really know anybody here.”

At the mention of knitting the other man’s eyebrow crooked as he smiled, a cross between disbelief and inferring. The two exchanged stories about their affiliation with other partygoers, eventually into their careers and opinions on various subjects. In a haze of alcoholic disfluency, the human eventually asked the question that had been toying with his mind all night.

“So, forgive me for this, but…” his speech tapered off, pondering different phrasings before surrendering to a more direct string of words.

”What exactly are you?”

The other man looked at him with a sly grin, clearly amused and unsurprised by the query.

“Don’t worry about it, you’re hardly the first to ask.”

He chuckled a bit, but the sound was drowned under the music from the dance floor.

“To answer your question, I’m a fossa.”

Edwin let a confused sort of squiggle-frown creep onto his face, having gained little explanation. Seeing this, the man, or rather the fossa, continued.

“A type of herpestid.”

The human giggled softly, and gave a look that screamed you’re not really helping. The other man could see this, and surrendered to a less flattering description.

“I’m a mongoose dressed up like a cat.”

The human smiled embarrassedly, despite appreciating the more intuitive explanation. As the two talked on into the night, Edwin noticed more deviations on anomalous creature sitting next to him. His paws were catlike and nimble, delicately clawed yet lacking tufts of fur on their underside. His ears were perked upwards, but they were round instead of pointed. Eventually, Edwin began to feel his bladder nagging at him, signalling to terminate the conversation. Doing his best to cooly express his need, the human interjected in a silent interval.

“It was nice chatting, but I’ve got to go to the restroom. See you later!”

As he smiled and turned in parting, he felt one of the paws he had been scanning over press against his hand as the fossa stood up in tandem.

“I’ll let go of you in a minute, but I never got your name. I’m Harris, by the way.”

The fossa’s smile exposed his sharp teeth momentarily - a stimulus which aroused some confused feelings within the human.

“I’m Edwin.”

Edwin watched Harris’s persistent grin, his mouth still stupidly agape as he looked down on the primate. The two lingered for a moment, looking into each other’s eyes as the Human teetered between needing to pee and barely holding it in.

“Alright, I’ve really got to go now -” Edwin paused for half a second before continuing, “Harris.”

“Sounds good, Edwin.”

The fossa stressed the entire word, jokingly mocking the flustered human’s earlier urgency. The two exchanged a nod, and Edwin was on his way.

Edwin hastily searched for a bathroom that wasn’t crowded, his anxiety taking precedence to his fundamental needs. In his frantic rush, he jogged up the stairs near the back of the event hall, finding tremendous solace in the unused second floor bathroom. The floor was almost gushing with disuse, all of its lights off as if to signal a forbidden abyss. Edwin lit the room with the faint glow of his phone screen, eventually finding a light switch past the bathroom doors. He toggled it, and the room flickered to life. The light was soft and dim, blanketing his tired eyes in the same way the muffled party sounds soothed his ears.

He stepped to a urinal, undoing the set of several redundant clasps on his dress pants. As he began to loosen his muscles and release a thin stream of yellow fluid into the ceramic, he tensed at the sound of an opening door. His head whipped towards the intrusion, soon feeling bemused at the sight of a familiar face.

The fossa said nothing, simply approaching the urinal adjacent to the human and fiddling with his own pants. Edwin stared at the wall in front of him, entombed in nervous silence. At some level, he felt like he should say hello, but the thought alone was incredibly uncomfortable. He instead chose to stand still and try to leave as quickly as possible. Harris spoke, his voice shadowing the noise of Edwin peeing.

“This urinal isn’t working, mind if we share?”

Edwin stopped urinating. Idiotically, he took the words at face value, completely thrown by the odd statement and more so by the proposition. Besides being physically broken (which it wasn’t), what could be wrong with the urinal? A long moment later, his liquor-weakened mind grasped the true sentiment behind the words. Now understanding, he found himself more shocked and quiet than before. Edwin didn’t know what to say.

Edwin’s mouth, however, took the job upon itself to act on his desires.

“Uhh, sure.”

The human stepped to the side, using his hand to try and hide his member from the catlike man. His efforts didn’t have much of an impact when the fossa stepped over. His right hand was holding the elastic flesh of his large sheath, his left beckoning near Edwin’s crotch. Edwin felt the free paw grab hold of his member between its thumb, index, and middle fingers, holding the limp penis as if it were a pencil. The sound of fluid sputtering against ceramic filled the room as the fossa emptied his heavy bladder. He sighed quietly, soon wiggling the human’s hardening cock in his paw.

“Don’t be shy,” he spoke.

Edwin resumed peeing, his stream guided by the fossa’s hand. His inhibited mind was freed by lust and a strange bastardization of peer pressure. The two continued for a little while, the fossa’s elimination lasting significantly longer before coming to a trickle.

“Thanks for helping me out, cutie,” Harris purred as he turned the human to face him.

After staring blankly for a few seconds, Edwin nervously replied.

“You too.”

The fossa’s hand began to comb through his hair, his arm pulling the human closer.

“Wanna take this a little further?”

Before Edwin spit out the first syllable of “okay”, Harris pressed their heads together as the other mammal’s tongue invaded his mouth. The shorter man shuddered at the feeling, tasting a hint of liquor beneath the fossa’s breath.

The tongue withdrew, leaving the human unsatisfied and significantly hornier than before. He looked down at Harris’s crotch, analyzing the heavy balls in his loose, fuzzy scrotum, and the pointed red cocktip pressing out of his orange furred sheath. The fossa’s musk was beginning to waft freely into the air, permeating everything with its dense tangy odour.

Edwin was putty in Harris’s arms as he was carried over to a baby changing station near the back wall of the bathroom. He could feel the tip of the cock pressing on his lower back, leaving a trail of slimy pre where it traced down his spine. The fossa put him down on top of the plastic fold-out table, supporting his back but letting his head tilt backwards as it dangled off the edge.

“What are we doing?” Edwin stifled laughter at the absurd situation as the fossa walked away from him.

Harris didn’t reply, but made himself clear with his actions and his devious grin. He paced around the table towards the human’s limp neck that floated above the ground, supporting the back of his head with a paw. He pulled his pants down further, taking hold of his sheath and guiding it towards Edwin’s mouth. Edwin’s lips were prodded open, becoming coated in the heavy slickness that covered the partially erect cock pressing into him.

Edwin’s head was between the fossa’s thighs as the cock expanded in his mouth. Directly under his nose were a set of heavy balls, supporting themselves on his upper lip. With each breath came a wave of musk that was strong enough to make him feel woozy. The taste in his mouth was a more concentrated version of that same musk, but it was far more tangible and heavy, not to mention the heavy payload of saltiness that hid in the complex taste.

Harris leaned in further, slipping the walls of his sheath into the human’s mouth. His cock was only peeking out, and the human began suckling at the spongy sheath between his lips. His tongue darted around the inner rim, tasting a drop of tangy urine from earlier. As he swallowed the foreign fluids beginning to pool in his mouth, he could feel more of the almost feline cock slipping out onto his tongue.

Edwin found himself surprised as the base of the cock slid into his mouth. The top of the member was smooth and pointed, but the base was covered in small barbs and two subtle ridges. He brought his tongue over them, tasting their noticeably stronger flavour. He savoured it for a moment, startled by a weight on his body as the fossa leaned over top of him, placing his paws on the human’s shoulders for support.

Slowly at first, the fossa began levering himself back and forth into the human’s mouth. The tip of his cock teased the human’s throat at the end of each thrust, the seven inches of hot barbed meat pistoning in and out, slobbering salty pre onto Edwin’s tongue. Edwin tried his best to tease the cock further, dancing over the barbs with his tongue and swallowing every now and then to roll a wave of pressure over the emat. The fossa was soon thrusting relentlessly, pinning the human down beneath him.

“I’m gonna cum soon,” he said bluntly, “and you’re going to swallow everything.”

Edwin felt a headrush at the dominant male’s command. As the pace increased, the human began to realize what he had felt at the base of the fossa’s cock. It was barbed for sure, but the surface ridges were growing thicker and thicker as the thrusts continued into his mouth. The cock seemed to somehow have two knots down its length. They thickened further, but at their girthiest they luckily weren’t able to lock themselves in the human’s mouth.

The fossa’s muscles clenched as he felt himself slip past the edge. He bottomed out, teasing at the human’s throat as he began to cum. It was slow - almost a drooling pace for a second, but as the human pulled his lips shut behind the bottommost knot to simulate a tie the ejection became much more violent. The fossa groaned as his heavy seed battered the inside of the human’s mouth and throat, the torrential volume requiring the shorter man to swallow twice to keep everything in. The taste was powerful, heady and rich with a bitter saltiness to crown it. Edwin was surprised for a moment, as he found that he loved the heavy flavor of the fossa’s spunk.

The long cock pulled out of his mouth after it finished filling Edwin’s stomach. The fossa began redressing himself as he spoke.

“We should get back to the wedding now, I suppose.”

He looked at the disappointed face that Edwin was unintentionally showing, and chuckled.

“Come back here at ten fifteen. We’ve got more to do.”

The fossa pulled his head up as he leaned over, giving the human a parting kiss.

“Thanks for round one, hot stuff. See you in a bit.”

As Edwin stupidly smiled in a lusty haze, the fossa left the bathroom and headed back downstairs.

Edwin sat at a table, sipping his drink as the event started to dwindle away. He cringed at the taste momentarily, forcing himself to gulp it back. He was hoping that he could use the strong beverage like a sort of jerry-rigged mouthwash in an attempt to hide the obvious smell of cum that was fresh on his breath. His thoughts were weighed down by the image of Harris that felt like it was burned into his eyes, not faltering.

He rolled his feet underneath the table, stretching them within uncomfortable dress shoes. He looked at his phone again, reading the time displayed on the dim screen. It was nine forty now, far later than he’d planned on staying. He felt anxious and agitated, having not gotten off himself during their earlier activities. When he was still in the bathroom, Edwin had considered jerking off, but he supposed that whatever Harris was planning next would take care of things for him. So, he was still waiting, toyed with and feverish.

The night loudly dragged on, Edwin eventually getting up and going to the same bathroom he had been in before. He shakily entered the room, turning the light back on and optimistically scanning for the furred body. Seeing that he was alone, Edwin began to ponder what to do. Just standing didn’t feel right, and he eventually settled on leaning against a table. He took out his phone and did his best to distract himself for the few remaining minutes.

The door of the bathroom creaked open, letting the light out into the unlit second floor. Harris was precisely on time, his tie loosely draped around his neck and his cock spilling out of his partially undone pants.

“Sorry for the wait,” he began in his deep voice, “I had to pick something up.”

Before Edwin could ask, Harris had pulled himself into a kiss, his tongue deep within the human’s mouth. He closed his eyes, drawing breath in and out through his nose as he the rough tongue rubbed against his own. As they embraced, Edwin let his fingers lightly wrap around Harris’s hard member, softly stroking the throbbing red flesh.

Harris pulled his head away, and Edwin spoke as he caught his breath.

“I’m curious. What did you get?”

The fossa fiddled with his pants pocket, pulling a small tube of lube from within. He chuckled as he extended his arm to the human, offering it.

“It’s for you. Wanna try it on?”

“Very funny,” Edwin sarcastically replied.

The Fossa placed the lube on the counter, bringing his nimble paws to the opening of Edwin’s dress shirt. One by one, he undid the buttons, exposing the human’s lean body. He pulled the sleeves off, hanging Edwin’s shirt over the door of the bathroom stall. He mirrored the actions on his own shirt, making quick work of it and showing off his golden furred chest. He kneeled down, unbuttoning Edwin’s pants as he looked up at his nervous face. The garment fell away and revealed his legs. His underpants were still affixed to his body, but they were starting to morph around what was growing within them.

The fossa dragged his claw along the human’s inner thigh, tracing around his crotch and making Edwin shudder. He eventually brought the claw to the human’s waistband, hooking on it and beginning to slowly pull his underpants away. Edwin felt exposed as the cool room air licked at his naked body. Startling him a little, the fossa took a single large lick, wetting his balls and the underside of his cock with saliva.

Once again, the fossa copied what he had earlier done to his own clothes. He took his pants off the rest of the way, pulling off his underpants at the same time. He picked the tube of lube back up and walked to face Edwin. Harris took Edwin’s arm and moved it to hang over top of his shoulder, soon doing the same for his other arm. The human felt leathery paws grab at the sides of his torso, soon followed by a little grunt as the fossa picked him up.

“Hold on to me,” Harris rumbled as he swiftly lifted the human’s feet off the ground.

Edwin locked his arms into a ring around the back of the fossa’s neck, soon wrapping his suspended legs around his waist. He could feel the other male’s heartbeat through the doubly-knotted cock that rested between his butcheeks, and he blushed at the thought. The human’s chest was flush with Harris’s furred body, the fossa’s lean muscle sandwiching Edwin’s cock against his chest.

Cold ceramic pressed against the human’s back, making him wince. The fossa was pinning him against the bathroom wall, tile against his back, to give himself leverage. He was now able to take his paws off the human’s waist, popping the snap lid off the bottle of lube. He pulled his penis away, emptying the whole tube on its length. For most, it would have been overkill to use such a glut of lubricant, but the barbs running along his cock called for a lot of lube. He dropped the empty container to the floor and used his paw to rub the slimy gel onto his member, making sure to slicken every spine.

Harris whispered into the human’s ear.

“Are you ready?”

“Mhm,” The human nervously chirped in reply.

As Edwin replied, he could feel the pointed tip of the fossa’s meat kissing against his anus, slowly beginning to press up into him. He whimpered at the feeling of the cold slime inside of him, but Harris’s length warmed it up shortly thereafter. The fossa’s sharp teeth carefully bit down on Edwin’s shoulder as he moved his cock further into the primate. Edwin shuddered, exhilarated at the feeling of being dominated by the strong carnivore.

Harris began pistoning up and out over and over, stretching Edwin to take more and more of his cock with each thrust. He panted into the human’s ear as he grabbed his unattended flesh and began jerking him off. Edwin was becoming limp with each heavy push, his arms now loosely hanging around the fossa’s neck.

The golden furred man pressed his long tongue into Edwin’s mouth, speeding up his thrusts as his first knot started to press at the human’s pucker. The sensation drove him wild, his mind only focussed on bottoming out and releasing his virile load into the submissive human. With a strong thrust, he managed to squeeze a knot into the tight sphincter. The fossa wasn’t done yet, and as his strokes of Edwin’s cock became more rapid he began pulling the newly planted knot back out, the lubed barbs that coated it scraping against the human’s bowel. Edwin moaned, high on pleasure and discomfort as the knot popped back out. The fossa withdrew his entire cock from the human, making him shudder with emptiness before quickly forcing it back in. There was a wet squelch as the first knot reentered, and a popping sound as the second managed to squeeze through Edwin’s opening. Harris moaned out in ecstasy as his knot pressed on Edwin’s prostate. The paw beating at his cock continued as he spurted his load into Harris’s chest fur. Edwin felt the fossa’s whole body clench as he finally pressed his sheath against the human’s anus. The sensation was too much, and his clawed digits squeezed Edwin’s sides as he began emptying his balls into him for the second time that night. His urethra bulged as hot wads of his potent seed began filling the human, the load sizable enough that it began to leak past both the knots sealing it in and drip onto his sheath. Edwin was wrapped around the masculine animal, squeezing his arms as he felt the heat squelching within his body.

Harris almost collapsed under his own weight, leaning against the wall by proxy of the human in front of him. The two panted during the precarious balancing act, trying to fill themselves with oxygen after the intense exertion. Their minds were somehow both blank and racing, overcome by euphoria and burdened by their new situation. The fossa had tied the human twofold, and neither of them had any idea how long it might last. Harris, still exhausted, brought himself over to a toilet and sat down only to take the strain off his weary legs. He was supporting the human’s back with his arms, but once he sat he allowed Edwin to lean against his chest, resting his head over the fossa’s shoulder.

Over heavy breathing, Edwin broke his silence.

“What do we do now?”

There was a gap in time as the fossa tried to find words.

“We wait.”

As the lights buzzed overhead, the fossa wondered how he had been so lucky as he watched his human collapse into sleep.