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Rudy noticed her from across the street. She was headed in the opposite direction he was, towards the intersection. His head snapped to the right, twisting the neck full tilt until the skin folded. Sparking the double-take was a burst of recognition, that bright yellow fur and royal blue hair all too familiar in both his memory and his daydreams.

He came to a stop, foot in front of the other, body twisting as she continued to walk away. She didn't notice him. Why would she? Her mind was somewhere else, probably on the white paper bag of clothes that hung from the crook of her elbow. That whippy cat tail floated behind her, flirting about with the odd twitch and flick. More stoic was her forward look, unflinching and uninterested.

Rudy was not so calm. In his head he was screaming. Go over there and say 'Hi'! What he would've called cowardice kept him locked in place, still pivoting on his feet to watch her go. An icy grip had taken his throat. The urge to go sprinting across the cobblestone walkway and get her attention was as strong as the shyness imploring him to leave her alone.

She passed the next street, coming onto the following block of shops and businesses. He could see her backside now. He could pivot no further without having to adjust his footing. In the middle of the walkway he stood, in people's way. He had to get moving, either towards her, or someplace else.

He chose her.

Rudy spun to his right and made a slow jog across the walkway to the other side. Red shirt and khaki shorts, both oversized, flopped about his lissome frame. He was behind her now. He could better see the white bandage dress she had on, a familiar style from when he last saw her. It clung to her body tightly, outlining that explosive ass with perfect definition. Don't look at it. Don't look at it. Don't look at it, he chanted to himself as he speed-walked the rest of the way up to her. He grew closer. The back of her head, another image put on repeat throughout the years, got bigger. He was within talking distance now. Those tall, pointed ears on her head picked up his footfalls. With a crooked smile he spoke her name, calmly so as not to gather any unwanted attention.

"Ankha?"

Just then the very real possibility that it wasn't her dawned on him. This woman, if it wasn't her, would not recognize the name and just continue. Worse, she would realize he was talking to her and firmly correct him that she wasn't this "Ankha" lady. The woman turned her head around, batting the tails of those sapphire locks against her face ever so softly. He saw that aloof face, one that wasn't very expressive but nevertheless impactful. A style unchanged over the years accentuated her eyes. Immediately his fears were assuaged. It was her alright.

Ankha came to a dead stop and turned towards him. An uncertain frown came across her face. "Oh, hey. Um…"

It hurt that she didn't remember his name, but it honestly wasn't that surprising. "Rudy," he said, reeling back his excitement. Don't be a weirdo.

"Oh, yeah. Hey." She did an about face to meet him. Those sleepy yet astute eyes fell up and down his body, no doubt replaying their last encounter. Had she done that as often as he did? Doubtful. "How are you? It's been a while."

"Yeah! Yeah. I'm great." Am I smiling too hard? He licked his lips and gulped, reeling in what had been a stupid grin. "How are you?"

"Good. I was just doing some shopping."

"Yeah! Great. I am too. Or, I was going to. I mean, I'm about to." Calm down! He left out the part where he was headed to GameStop to get something for his roommate for their birthday. He didn't want to look like a nerd, at least no more than he already did. "I just saw you walking by. Thought I'd say hello."

"Oh, cool. Sorry I didn't recognize you." She didn't seem at all bothered by his giddy attitude. If she thought he was being weird or wanted to leave, she didn't show it, but then again, she rarely showed anything. She was standing with her front facing him completely. If what little Rudy knew about body language was true, that was a good sign.

Maybe I'm reading way too deep into this. "No, no. It's fine. I just saw your yellow fur. It's kinda hard to miss."

She cracked a smile. "It is, isn't it?"

It was enough to make his heart flip. "Y-yeah, that and your hair. It looks great."

"Aww, thanks. You look good too."

He didn't think he earned that. All he had on was a red t-shirt and some baggy shorts. His blonde, shaggy hair was in need of a trim. Of course, he wasn't about to argue with her. "Thanks. Uh…" What else do I say? Ask to go out for lunch? Ask what she's been doing? Say goodbye? "Yeah, I just wanted to say 'hi'." Inside he was kicking himself.

"Well, it was nice to see you. Do you…" She paused for a moment. Her eyes went down to his feet, a fleeting thought causing her mien to go neutral. It was only for a moment, but it was pure torture for Rudy who anticipated what would come next. "You said you were shopping?" she asked finally.

"Yeah, yeah. I was getting something for my roommate's birthday."

"Oh, nice." She brought both paws in front of her and held on to her bag's strings.

"What did you get?" he asked, desperate to keep the conversation going.

"This? Just some clothes. Weekend shopping."

"Oh, OK. Nice." Ask her out. Do iiiiit.

"Yeah." Her eyes tracked up to him again. "Do you, uh…" Another dreadful pause. Rudy thought it would kill him. "Are you doing anything after?"

Oddly enough, Rudy's excitement died in favor of sudden numbness, as if her question had concussed him into shock. "Nothing. What's up?"

"You wanna get lunch somewhere? I've got nothing else going on. We can hang." She was deadpan when she said it, as if it wasn't anything special.

Maybe not to her. Rudy was on the wings of an angel. He fought back another stupid smile. "Yeah! Sure. That sounds good. I can get that thing later. His birthday's not in a few weeks."

"You sure? Don't let me hold you back."

Rudy waved it off as coolly as he could. "Yeah, it's fine."

Ankha's tail flicked behind her. "Cool. Come on, I know a place." With a practiced twirl she had her back to him. She strode forward, all but gliding towards her destination. There was her ass again, sucking in Rudy's gaze like a whirlpool. He figured it would for however long he was around her. Lord knew it did so in the past. He realized she was getting far ahead of him. He shook his head and sped up to her, coming alongside. He made eye contact with a passing wolf fellow and wondered what he thought of the two of them. Boyfriend and girlfriend? Rudy sure hoped, but he wasn't about to get too ahead of himself, or at least he wouldn't try.

She saw him catch up and looked at him with one eye. He smiled at her. She didn't return it, so he stopped and looked ahead. "So, where we going?"

"Delilah's," Ankha said. "Coffee shop and a bakery. They make really good desserts. You'll like it."

"Yeah, that does sound nice." He noticed for the first time how hot his cheeks were. Were they flushed? Did she notice? Did anyone notice?

"It is," she said.

Delilah's was on the corner of an intersection. The logo was in a fancy script above the front entrance. Rudy made sure to open the door for Ankha. He got a noncommittal "thanks" for the trouble. At the register was a cute hedgehog lady. In the display counters were dozens of delectable looking cakes and desserts, each one eliciting a rumble in Rudy's tummy. He followed Ankha up to the register where she ordered one slice of cheesecake.

"And what can I get you?" the lady asked Rudy.

"Um…" He darted his eyes to the glass counter. He could feel the weight of Ankha's eyes waiting on him. He said the first thing he saw written on one of the display tags. "Tiramisu, please. I'll have two, please." Two? Why did I say that?

If either woman thought so, they didn't express it. The hedgehog typed it in. "Alright! That'll be 17.89."

Rudy tugged his wallet out of his pocket as quickly as he could. "I got it." He expected a word of protest from Ankha, but there wasn't any. She just watched as he passed his debit card to the lady who charged it.

Their desserts were pulled out of the counter and put on small white plates for them both. Rudy thanked the lady and the two of them went over to a table by the window looking out into the shopping center. Just watching Ankha sit across from him, her typically uninterested expression coming closer as she scooted her chair up to the table, was surreal. He found himself trying not to stare at her too conspicuously, instead picking up his spoon and looking down at his two cakes. Crap. Buying two was a bad idea. I probably look like a fat ass.

"So, do you come here a lot?" he asked. "You seemed pretty quick to suggest this place."

"Pretty much every weekend when I come here. It's a pretty cute place." She plucked the spoon from its plate and scooped off the nose of her cheesecake. "How's your tiramisu?" she asked before raking the spoon with her lips. Her every movement was delicate and precise. Those amethyst eyes stayed homed in on him like a gyroscope. After swallowing she rested her arm on the table edge, hovering the spoon near her cake, waiting for his answer.

"Let's see." I hope it's good. I bought two of the freakin' things. He cut off a corner and stuck it in his mouth. Rich cinnamon and fluffy cream squashed across his tongue. A smile came to his lips. "Good! It's good."

"Do you like tiramisu?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"I thought so. You bought two of them." She pointed her spoon at his plate before taking another scoop of cake.

He smiled. "Yeah, I didn't know what I was thinking."

She shrugged. "It's good stuff. I'd buy two of this if I wasn't watching my figure." Said figure was overflowing the seat of her chair with an avalanche of ass. She looked like she was piloting the bottom half a mech suit.

"Well, I think you look great." That wasn't a lie. Every portion and curve of her wowed him. He tried comparing the size of her butt to the last time he'd seen her. It might've been bigger last time, though just about everything about her was more exaggerated to him back then. Especially that night.

"Thanks. That's 'cause I take care of it so much." The spoon went back into her mouth. She raked it over her bottom lip, that unflinching gaze still locked on him.

He wasn't quite sure if it was supposed to be seductive or off-putting. It was a little of both. He met it with his own stoic poise, albeit not as robotic as hers. "So, what have you been doing? Where do you live nowadays?"

"I love downtown in a high rise. One bed, one bath. Near the stadium."

"Oh, that's nice. And what do you do?"

"Nothing right now. Just living and taking care of things."

"Oh." Was it pertinent to ask what those "things" were? He thought to ask her if she was unemployed but decided it was uncouth. "You have it easy, I hope."

"I do, don't worry. I have other people taking care of certain things for me." Her gaze left his for the first time, dropping on her cake. It corrected itself just as quickly. "What do you do?"

"Right now, I'm a BestBuy sales associate. I live in a complex not far from here. It's not bad."

"That's good. Live with anyone else?"

He nodded. "Two roommates."

"OK." Her eyes left him again, more slowly and consciously this time. The next scoop of cake floated to her mouth. It was chewed in silence. She swallowed. "So, are you doing anything tonight?"

His brow shot upwards. "No. Are you?"

"Nope. You wanna come to my apartment? Maybe hang out there?"

His jaw fell open, half out of an effort to say 'yes' and half out of shock. Where was this coming from, and why so suddenly? "Y-yeah! That sounds great. Um…" He shifted around in his seat. He noticed that he'd only taken one bite out of his tiramisu cake. "So, tonight? Today? I mean… When exactly?" Bubbles were fizzing in his cheeks. No position he took in his chair was comfortable enough to let his gurgling stomach come to rest.

"I said tonight. Does that work? You're not doing anything tomorrow are you?" She took another scoop of cake, more casually this time, like she was confident in everything he would say.

Tomorrow, as in staying up late, or spending the night. His brain short circuited. Sparks almost shot out of his ears. "No. I mean… yeah, it works. I don't… Nothing's going on tomorrow. I can do something… tonight."

"Cool. I'll text you my address. Come see me tonight at 8 o'clock."

The adrenaline was pumping now. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Here, let me…" He twisted and pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Tell me where you live and give me your number." A focused scowl furrowed his brow as he hurried to open his contact app.

He didn't see Ankha's tail flick behind her. She recited her address and number. "43rd floor, room 4318."

He rattled his thumbs away, typing each number until it was imprinted on his contact list. It was just a series of words and numbers and yet he'd never seen anything so fantastic. A woman's number in my phone! "Awesome. Got it." He tucked his phone away into his pocket while pursing his lips to fight back a goofy smile.

Ankha was having her own battle to remain stone faced. She won but could not reel in the whip and slither her tail performed behind her. "Cool. See you then." She pointed her spoon at his plate. "Are you gonna eat all of that?"

"Huh?" He looked down. He'd totally forgotten about his tiramisu. "Oh yeah. Maybe not all of it. You can have some if you like."

She didn't hesitate. In one swift movement she carved off a huge chunk of Italian goodness. "Thanks."

***

Rudy let go of the steering wheel once he was finally parked in the deck next to Ankha's apartment. He'd been gripping it for dear life the whole way. He was never good at inner city driving, and it didn't help that he had to rely on the guidance of his phone GPS to get him there. Getting out of the car was an immense balm to his nerves, though his journey wasn't over just yet. There was still the apartment he had to find a way into and the climb to the 43rd floor. Just passing the skyscraper was intimidating. Ankha just had to live in the tallest residential in the city on one of the highest floors. Rudy felt small driving past it. Knowing Ankha was inside made it seem even taller.

He got out of his car dressed in a padded blue button shirt with a plain gray tee underneath. Jeans clung to the padded contours of his legs as he strode down the parking deck. His blonde hair was combed and his jaw freshly shaved. A mild cologne was dabbed across his collar. Crisp Jordans adorned his feet. It was the culmination of a half hour's worth of prepping up until he got into his car. Against the whims of his superstitious side, he had stopped on the way to buy a pack of condoms. One was tucked into his wallet where it sat in his back pocket like a lead weight. Maybe he'd get to use it. Maybe not.

He made his way to the bottom floor of the parking deck and came out onto the street. Walking into the apartment lobby he saw a lone security officer, an African wild dog, behind his desk reading a newspaper. He saw Rudy walk in and smiled at him briefly before returning to the article he was reading. Rudy smiled back, though he braced for a demand as to what he was doing there. None came, and he made it to the intercom where an immense board of buttons for the entire complex faced him. Button 4318 was easy to find. The number had been ringing in his head since Ankha first said it to him.

He pressed it, and a red light blinked on next to the speaker. A few seconds passed, and a familiar voice called to him. “Come on up."

Ding! One of the elevators opened, the red arrow pointing up next to it. Rudy stepped inside, grinning to himself. Just like the movies, he thought while pressing the 43 button. The ride up was long, leaving him in silence with his hands tucked in the pockets of his shirt. His mind lingered on the condom in his pocket, the thought of potentially using it making him breathe deeply. The elevator slowed to a stop and opened its doors. A sign on the wall directed him to rooms 4311-4320. He headed that way, quickly stumbling onto 4318.

Here we go. He knocked on it three times. There were footsteps towards the door before the clack of locks being unlatched. It opened to reveal Ankha in an oversized white hoodie and a pair of black yoga pants. The uraeus was missing from her head, leaving the navy-blue bangs looking naked. “Hey," she said.

“Hi!" Rudy chirped back.

Ankha stepped aside and opened the door further, inviting him in. “Come on in."

“Thanks." Rudy strode inside, keeping his arms close to his sides so as not to bump his elbow into her. Looking around the apartment he saw that it was a studio with the bed and kitchen areas beside each other. A couch sat across from a large flatscreen TV just next to the kitchen which was opposite the front door. A king mattress bed was to Rudy's left, neatly made with surrounding shelves and dressers loaded with stuffed animals. On the walls were posters featuring basketball players and shelves featuring memorabilia from the team they played for. Most prominent was a framed autographed jersey. Huh. Never took her for a sports fan. Immediately next to him was a large aquarium with a single betta fish swimming inside amongst a fancifully colored artificial reef.

“Look at this guy!" Rudy said, leaning up to the glass for a closer look. “What's his name?"

Ankha closed the door and looked into the tank next to him. “That's Deebo. Zee… Um…" She cleared her throat. “Sorry. I used to have him in a little bowl but someone told me he had to be in something bigger, so I got this aquarium. I think he's a lot happier now."

“Aww, I bet he is." He walked deeper into the apartment to admire it. “This is a nice place. You know, I didn't think there was a residential this tall in the city. You said 43rd floor and I thought you were mistaken."

“Yeah. It's alright," she said as she walked past him towards the kitchen. Her slender cat tail swayed behind her, drawing his attention to her ass like it usually did. It stuffed her yoga pants like ten pounds in a five-pound bag. Rudy couldn't see the outline of her panties. Whether that meant her pants were too thick or that they simply weren't there, he did not know. “It wasn't the kind of place I was looking for when I was searching, but it's the first one I landed. You know how it is." She came to a stop at the refrigerator and opened it. “Can I get you anything to drink?"

Rudy snapped his eyes from her behind when she looked at him. “Yeah. Um, what do you have?"

“Coke. Sprite. La Croix. Bud Lite and Budweiser. Water too. And Milk."

Rudy laughed. One of these things are not like the others. “A Coke sounds nice."

Ankha reached into the fridge, her cat tail springing straight into the air as she bent over. She came back out with two Coke cans, closed the fridge, and brought one to him. “Here you go."

“Thanks." Rudy cracked the can and took a sip.

Ankha did the same. “Wanna sit on the couch and talk?"

“Yeah."

The two migrated to the sofa where they sat on opposite ends. Ankha sat with her feet up, knees bundled in front of her chest, facing Rudy who sat forward holding his Coke on the armrest. He could feel the press of his wallet against his buttock which he tried to ignore by taking another sip.

“So, what have you been up to since I last seen you?" he asked. “I mean, before today." When you took my virginity. “We didn't talk much in the cafe. I wanted to catch up."

“I know. That's why I invited you here," she said, though Rudy doubted she invited him over just to chat. “We graduated and I got a job as a waitress. Was trying to become a manager but that went nowhere. Really haven't done much with my business degree. Still fighting off that debt," she said before taking a sip. “What about you?"

“Ah, much of the same. Paying debts, I mean. I'm working at BestBuy, you know, doing sales. Kinda goes with my degree, I guess. I know it helped me get there, at least. You said, uh, you were doing odd jobs? What did you say?"

“I said I was taking care of things. You could call it odd jobs, I guess. Whatever falls in my lap. Keeps a roof over my head."

When Rudy heard the term “odd jobs" he thought of manual labor, but he struggled to imagine Ankha doing anything of the sort. Not with a body like that. “Well, it's a hell of a roof. You said it was right next to the stadium? I think I came another way 'cause I didn't see it. Is that the stadium where the basketball team plays?" he asked while nodding at the poster on the wall.

Ankha saw where he was gesturing. “Oh yeah," she said, seemingly remembering that the poster and surrounding memorabilia was even there. “That's them. They play there."

“You're a big fan? Go to any games?"

She nodded slowly. “Oh yeah. Sometimes. I like them."

“I bet. Whose jersey is that?"

She cut her eyes over to it. There was a moment of silence as she took a sip of Coke. “Deebo," she said finally.

“Deebo? Like your fish?"

Her eyes came back to him. Her tail twitched. “Yeah. I named him after him. It's a nickname for the player."

“Ohhhhh, OK," Rudy said, smiling. “That's cute."

Ankha made a relaxed smile. “Yeah, I thought so too."

“Yeah! Do you go anywhere else often? Like, where do you hang out? I don't come downtown very often. I kinda wanna know the city better." He asked with the intended implication of hanging out with her again in the future, a reasonable assumption but one he hoped didn't push the envelope. She invited you here to chat and maybe do something else. That can't be a crazy idea. That's what he told himself while taking an unconscious sip of Coke.

“Oh, here and there. There are a few clubs I like. My friends and I like to try out different ones. Sometimes we go to more than one a night when we hang out. I can recommend you some good ones if you want."

Rudy, hardly the clubgoer, nodded. “Sure. That sounds great." Maybe I can take you to one, he thought but did not say.

“But yeah, there's a whole lot to do downtown. I couldn't tell you everything."

“Well, you can catch a basketball game."

That got a smile out of her. “Yeah, you could." She took a tiny sip of Coke. “You know, there's something I wanted to ask you."

His heart did a tiny leap. “Yeah?"

“What did you think when you first saw me?"

That caught him off guard. “Oh God. Uh… Wow. Well, it was a long time ago. I didn't really think much." He chuckled. “I mean, if you want me to be honest. I thought you were really pretty. I think everyone did." Indeed, he recalled talk of her pristine looks and ridiculously fat rear end among his dorm mates. Though he never partook in discussions of what one would do with so much ass, he definitely thought about it. It was no small source of pride that he was probably the only one among them who actually got the chance. “You know, I never really got to know you outside of class. I don't think we talked that much."

She listened closely, holding eye contact with that semi-involved yet unimpressed face of hers that was so maddeningly hard to read. He waited for some expression to come across it for each point in his answer, but none came. “OK," she said once he was finished. “But I was talking about today at the shopping center."

Rudy felt a punch in his gut. His cheeks went ruddy as he made a tripping attempt at laughing his mistake off. “Oh, sorry. Duh."

“It's OK. I'm actually kinda glad you said all that. It's kinda sweet."

Rudy shifted on the cushion, pulling the flap of his shirt closer to his chest even as the temperature of his face was close to boiling. “Y-yeah. But uh, today, when I saw you…" He thought back to that moment of recognition, how it snapped him like a belt and threw him into autopilot. He'd remembered that night together, and he was pretty certain she knew that. The question was whether she wanted him to say that or not. “I don't know. I just thought about college and how it was crazy I saw you. I've never run into anybody from school before, at least not recently, I mean. I thought it'd be rude not to come over and just say 'hi'."

Ankha nodded along. “Yeah. I might've done the same thing if I saw you."

“Really?"

“Yeah, I mean. I would've recognized you. I don't see many people from school either. I definitely don't talk to them anymore. Well, I do, but not all the time."

“Yeah," said Rudy, nerves settling. “Me too. I think it's that way with a lot of people."

“Mmhmm, but yeah. I think I wanted to know because it was kinda a surprise when you came up to me. I mean, it was a big surprise." For the first time since Rudy had ever known Ankha, she laughed. It was just a tiny snort, but coming from her it might as well have been an explosion of belly laughter. “I didn't think that's how I was gonna spend my trip to the mall, or tonight, but I'm not complaining."

Rudy was smiling from ear to ear, eating her words like the sweetest candy. “Yeah, neither am I." He took a big swig of Coke. His body was turned towards her now with his elbow on the backrest. He even hiked one foot up onto his knee and held it there until it was firmly in place. “I liked that cafe we went to. Now I wanna see other places you go to."

“Maybe." Her tone was back to normal, apathetic. “Did you think about anything else when you saw me?"

“What do you mean?"

“I mean did you think about anything else, like what happened."

There it is. “Like what happened?" he repeated, playing it dumb so she'd move along. “What… Do you mean like… the party?"

Ankha's tail flicked, an answer enough. “Yeah. The party."

Well, no point in beating around the bush anymore. We're into it now. “I mean, yeah. It crossed my mind. It's crossed my mind a lot." He looked into the open tab of his Coke can. A crescent of cola was stretched across the rim. “That was my first time. You never forget your first. It's cliche, but it's true."

“Yeah?" she said, tail in a snit. “How often do you think about it?"

He looked up at her. “A lot. Honestly. I mean, if you really wanna know, I always thought you were really sexy." Sexy. Not pretty or hot. Sexy. It sounded so alien coming from his mouth, and yet he said it without issue, nor did Ankha take it as such. “I mean, everyone did. I think it affected me that much because, you know, out of all the guys you could've chosen that night…" He gulped. “You chose me. I think I'm really lucky for that."

“Yeah? I wasn't planning on picking anybody that night. It's not really something I do at parties. I don't know. You came up to me and said you wished I had a good night. It was kinda cute." She shrugged. “Maybe, like, I wanted to spend the night with you. It was a spur of the moment thing. I don't know what made me take your hand like I did. Do you remember what I asked you?"

How could he forget? “You asked if I wanted to go somewhere. I didn't know what you meant. No girl had ever asked me that."

“Yeah, and I could kinda tell." Rudy blushed. “I remember I had to drag you out of there, all the way to my dorm."

“I remember. It didn't even click what you were doing until we were halfway across campus." He scratched his head. “I was kinda drunk. I had you in one hand and a solo cup in the other."

“Yeah. I had to take it away from you when we got to my room." Suddenly she sat upright and lowered her feet over the front of the couch. She put her Coke on the coffee table. Her tail was lifted between her and the backrest, swerving like an agitated snake. Just like that Rudy felt like he was too close, but he didn't move. “We started kissing," she said before looking at him. “Be honest. Was that your first time too?"

His throat was getting tight. He was fortunate that he had his foot up on his knee for the buddings of an erection stirred in his briefs. “It was."

“I thought it was. You were really sweet. I had to move your hands to my butt."

Rudy cracked up a little. “Y-yeah. I definitely remember that." He looked at the swell of her buttocks again, but without hiding it this time. He hoped she'd notice. She did. “I was really happy to feel it in my hand. That was so hot."

Ankha laid her paws on her knees and increased the arch to her back. “I thought it was too."

“Kissing you was so good. Part of me didn't think it'd go any further. I hardly believed it was even happening." He gulped. “Then you pulled me to bed. You… You took my pants off." He stopped there, waiting for some kind of objection.

She had to goad him into continuing. “I remember. I took your pants off and I took off my shirt."

“Y-yeah. You took your shirt off. I still had my underwear on. You took those off too." He laughed and rubbed his beet red face. “I was hard like a rock."

Another rare smile from her. “I saw. Then I laid back and took off my pants too. I let you take off my panties."

Just hearing the word “panties" from her was enough to knock him on his ass, almost. Combined with the memory of her well-fed thighs whispering when he pulled her sorely stretched thong down, he almost fainted. He sniffled, half expecting a trickle of blood to fall from his nose. “Yeah. And then…" The next part was obvious, a moment in his life story that repeated far more often than possibly any other. They'd both been there, and yet he couldn't bring himself to say it, even now at the climax of the story.

She said it for him. “And then we had sex."

It was like a burden had been lifted from him. “Yeah. And then we had sex."

“It was your first time," she said, body turning towards him. Though her rump twisted away, he was now better confronted with her hoodie-veiled bosom. “Did you enjoy it?"

“For the eight seconds that it lasted, yeah." They both had a laugh.

“It's OK," she said. “I thought it was cute."

“Well, I'm glad you thought so. I was pretty embarrassed."

“Don't be. I remember you said it was because I was so pretty. It felt kinda nice."

His cheeks grew red. “Yeah. It was definitely true. It still is."

She rewarded the compliment by scooting closer to him. Their thighs were only an inch apart. He felt her weight sinking into the couch cushion. “You said you thought about that night often," she said quietly. “Did you ever jerk off to it?"

That was a sucker punch of a question. He blinked twice before answering truthfully. “Well, kind of. I looked up girls who kind of looked like you. You know, with nice butts. When I… did the thing, I would pretend they were you." Such a potentially humiliating confession should've ruined him, and yet he felt emboldened. What's more, it seemed to satisfy her.

A purr rolled through her. It added fire to Rudy's erection. “I bet you did. You wished you'd get to fuck me again, didn't you?"

It was starting to get hard to breathe. He knew how red his face must've been with the raw heat it was baked in. She was so close. He wouldn't have to reach far to fondle her breasts. The cherubic curvature of her face and its many minute details were glowing at him. “I did," was all he could bring himself to say.

Ankha's tail was swaying behind her, voluntarily this time. With every other swing it would thump into the sofa cushion, that cerulean tip curling gaily. “Did you come here hoping you'd fuck me tonight?"

Mouth and throat too dry to speak, he reached into his back pocket to pull out his wallet. The condom was plucked from beside the row of bills, gleaming in its faux gold wrapper. “I bought this on the way here," he croaked while holding it up by its corner. The clear side was towards him, that ring of translucent rubber looking massive to him. “I thought it might've been wishful thinking, or that it might jinx things. I wasn't going to show it to you unless I was 100% certain we were going to have sex."

She tilted her head. “Does that mean you're 100% sure right now?"

His tummy tightened. “Well… You asked if I thought we were going to have sex. I thought showing this…" he trailed off.

“It's OK." She plucked the condom from his fingers and held it in her dainty, yellow mitten. “It's going to be put to good use. Even if you didn't bring it, I have a whole roll ready waiting in my nightstand."

Relief so euphoric Rudy thought he'd float off the couch and through the ceiling washed through him. “Oh. Cool."

Ankha closed what little gap was left between them with a concerted shift. She pulled her legs back onto the couch and laid them perpendicular across his lap. Her chest fell into his shoulder while her arms wrapped around his neck. The faintly intoxicating smell of her body was upon him in full, ready to melt him into a puddle. So plush were the bottom side of her thighs that he did not feel the resistance of bone at their center. She brought her face in closely, lips parted as if ready to lock with his. Her soft exhales mingled with his own. Her voice was just above a whisper. “This time, I think we're gonna enjoy it a whole lot more."

His cock throbbed in his pants, jabbing into her leg and experiencing a heavy jolt of pleasure, the first of many to come. “Yeah, I think so too." Then he leaned his face towards her, mouth open, head tilted so-

Click!

Rudy jumped hard where he sat; he would've gotten some air if not for the bottom-heavy cat sitting in his lap. He whipped his head around and saw the front door opening. In walked a skunk wearing a bomber jacket and jeans. Heavy boots clunked the floors as he walked in. A plastic bag heavy with food hung from his paw. Once the door was closed behind him, he wiped away his shaggy white bangs, smiling at the couple on the couch. “Hey there!" he said, looking straight at Rudy.

Rudy sat with his jaw agape, hardly able to breathe or speak. His heart as full of ice and his throat was clogged. The weight of Ankha in his lap was suddenly too much, locking the control out of his legs. “Uh, um… H-hi."

The skunk casually went to Deebo's tank and pulled a bottle of fish food from the drawer just below it. “What are you guys up to? Havin' fun? Getting' to know each other?" He twisted the cap off the fish food and pinched some between his massive fingers. In a motion Rudy could tell was well-practiced he tapped off the excess food back into the bottle and sprinkled the rest into the aquarium.

Rudy still had trouble speaking. Who's this? What's he doing here? Ankha never mentioned a roommate. He darted his eyes at her, begging for an explanation. He got a blank expression as always. She didn't seem the least bothered by the stranger's appearance. No, this isn't a stranger, not to her. Did she expect him? Is he going to leave?

The skunk put the fish food back into the drawer and slipped out of his boots and jacket which he hung on a wall hook. He walked past the two lovebirds on the couch and into the kitchen where he put his bag on the counter. Then he came straight for the couch, did a lazy spin, and plopped himself right down on the opposite side from where Rudy was. “So," the skunk said, grinning at Rudy. “What's your name, partner?"

“I- Um…" He snapped his gaze back and forth between the silent Ankha and the expectant skunk. Is she not going to say anything? He gulped. “Rudy."

“Rudy, I'm Zeke." The skunk extended one paw towards him. It was massive like a baseball mitt with long, dense, white claws curving out of each finger. The calloused paw pads closed around his hand when Rudy grabbed it, feeling ready to crush him. Zeke gave him one gentlemanly pump before letting go.

“Um, nice to meet you, Zeke."

Zeke sat back in the couch, getting comfortable by laying one elbow on the armrest and kicking his foot onto his knee. “So, did Ankha invite you over here? She tell you about me?"

“Y-yeah, she did. Invite me, I mean." He cut his eyes at her. “She didn't tell me about you."

“Nah, didn't think she did. No worries. I ain't important." He looked at her. “Where'd you find this guy?"

She turned her head towards Zeke, addressing him like she refused to do for Rudy. “We went to college together. Rudy ran into me at the mall today. We had lunch."

“Awww, ain't that sweet? Hey…" He gave a playful backhand against Rudy's shoulder. It was heavy enough that Rudy almost said 'ow'. “You're a lucky guy, runnin' into her. Y'all were close friends in college?" He was asking Rudy this time.

“Um, no. Not really. We shared a few classes. We, um, shared a major." He realized his arms were still wrapped around her trunk. It felt awkward holding her that way in front of the newcomer (although if anything, Rudy was the newcomer), but he thought it'd be worse to move them.

“Oh yeah? And what made you say 'hi' to her?"

“Well, I mean… I knew her well enough just to say 'hi'. We'd- we'd interacted before."

Zeke split a toothy grin. “Interacted, eh? How much did y'all interact?"

How many questions does this asshole ask? “We just talked a few times." He looked to her again, praying that she'd be receptive this time. “Right?"

By a miracle, she responded. “Yeah, a few times." She looked over at Zeke. “He ran into me at the graduation party to congratulate me. Then I took him to the dorms and we had sex."

Rudy's heart plummeted a mile down into a chasm that had opened in his chest. All the color in his face bled away into a deathly pallor. Ankha was no longer a great weight in his lap, but a black hole that would pull him and the couch into a void. He wanted to shove her off his lap, but he'd been robbed the strength.

Zeke was much more upbeat. “Hell yeah, buddy!" He leaned over and presented his paw for a high-five. Rudy just stared at it in shock for a few moments before weakly lifting his hand and tapping it on Zeke's palm. It was more of a reflex than a voluntary action. “Nice! I bet you felt like the man on campus."

Rudy meant to laugh it off but let out what was more like a choked death rattle. “Yeeauugh… Um, yeah. It was nice."

“Not really," Ankha said dully, correcting him. “Could've lasted longer, a lot longer."

Rudy felt himself sinking deeper into the couch, now a chilly pit of misery. Zeke came to his defense. “Now, now. Be nice. Can't expect a guy to last long with an ass that big." He punctuated his point by sticking his finger out and poking it into the upper swell of Ankha's haunch. “Bet you had him slobberin' like a dog. I know I was when I first saw it."

Ankha's tail flicked at the impudent jab into her butt. Whether out of annoyance or enjoyment, Rudy couldn't tell. He couldn't tell anything anymore. His jaw stuttered when he spoke. “S-s-so… are you two, like… r-roommates? Or..?"

“Roommates, yeah," Zeke said. “And some other things."

“We're friends that live together," Ankha added, tail swaying gaily this way and that.

“O-oh," said Rudy. “So like, just friends."

Ankha's stare into his soul did not waver. “With benefits."

Rudy saw it coming, and it still made his stomach twist. Well, at least they aren't boyfriend and girlfriend. Zeke leaned over and smiled at Rudy with all the pride of a tyrant. “That means we have sex."

Rudy didn't laugh. “Yeah, I gathered that."

Ankha put her paw on Rudy's chest, startling him. “Don't worry about Zeke. He's not gonna stop us from doing what we had planned." The way she rubbed his sternum and made kitty biscuits on his shirt drove him wild.

He managed a weak smile. “Y-yeah?"

She nodded. “Mmhmm, and now that Zeke's here, he can be a part of it too."

Rudy did not have time to fully process her words before she was wriggling out of his embrace and sliding out of his lap so that she could sit next to him, on his right. At the same time Zeke scooted closer, his muscular legs touching hers. One massive oak branch of an arm slid across her shoulders and held her close. His giant paw held her upper arm, forming a barrier between her and Rudy. The other arm snuck into her lap with his fingers digging into the luxuriously soft gap between her thighs. Though she kept a one paw on Rudy's knee and continued looking him in the eye, the human suddenly felt very, very alone.

“I think you'll have a lot more fun this way," Ankha said at the same moment Zeke dug his snout into the soft of her neck and began to kiss her. “You boys can take turns, or do me at the same time. Whatever you agree on."

Rudy's palms were in a cold sweat. They'd fallen into his lap where they trembled powerlessly. He saw Zeke's icy blue eye stare at him from behind the outer reach of Ankha's hair. “I think we can make her feel good if we go together, right buddy?" His voice was deeper all of the sudden. He didn't wait for Rudy to answer before he started gnawing the spot on Ankha's neck where it met her jaw. That one chilly eye of his stayed on Rudy, waiting for a response.

What do I say? Oh God, what the fuck am I supposed to say? What to say, what to do, how to feel, all crashed in on him in a plethora of directions, speeds, and weights. The most prominent sensation behind his lightheadedness was the ferocity of his erection, next to which his hands clenched at his jeans. He took the easy route. “R-right."

Zeke smiled. “Atta boy."

Ankha patted both men's legs. “You boys stand up in front of me." Zeke didn't hesitate, saying “Yes ma'am" and then rising to his feet, facing her. They both looked at Rudy whose delay left Zeke standing there alone. He didn't want to move from that spot. Not having Ankha at his side would make him feel exposed, naked, and he wasn't even at that stage yet. Getting there seemed scary to him. Scarier were the two faces looking at him, waiting for his compliance. He delivered it slowly, rising to his feet and turning around to face her. He could eel the heat of her body on his lap and the side of his leg cooling rapidly. Replacing it was Zeke's presence beside him. The massive size difference between the two was much clearer now, both in height and in brawn. Rudy had a sinking feeling he was about to be outclassed elsewhere too.

Ankha gestured for them both to take a step back. They did so and she came off the couch onto her knees. Her two little paws came up and fondled their groins, a strong bodily heat radiating through the denim. Rudy tensed hard. The tiny swirl her thumb made at the root of his pole was enough to make his nuts feel heavy. Looking over he saw her do the same to Zeke who handled her caress far more naturally. The skunk saw him looking and gave a wordless smirk. Blushing, Rudy averted his gaze back to Ankha's pretty visage, perpetually unexpressive as it was.

“I think I can tell who's bigger already," she said flatly to no one in particular. Rudy knew damn well who that was, a stab of shame falling into his chest and making his penis shiver.

“Now, now," tutted Zeke. “We won't know nothin' about that 'til we see for sure. No point in comparing."

Ankha tightened her grip on their loins and started digging her fingers more deeply. “I know what I'm feeling," she said. “I can already tell. It's not even close."

That stung. “I- I mean, I'm not a big guy," Rudy stammered to dull the coming humiliation. “I won't be surprised if I'm... eh, not as big."

“Neither will I," said Ankha, another chip to his pride.

That was not close to the end of it. In a show of ambidexterity, she unbuttoned both their pants at the same time and pulled down the zippers. The flaps came apart, and both their cup spaces were invaded by her soft, deft fingers. Icy pleasure ripped through Rudy once she'd locked a grip around his shaft. From pinky to pointer she consumed most of his length, just the head managing to stick out from her fist. He couldn't see Zeke's just yet but assumed correctly that she held onto a much smaller portion than with Rudy's.

The dreaded reveal came when she pried her fingers into the waistbands of their underwear and peeled them down. Out flopped Rudy's pecker, barely able to reach outside his jean flaps. The foreskin was peeled back to the outer flare of his rosy glans, just short of folding all the way back, not that he had the length to accomplish that. A sheen of precum shone on the tip with more ready to flow free with his anxious clenching. Chilling him worse than just the AC were Ankha and Zeke's firmly locked gazes. He heard a derisive snort come out of Ankha; she'd confirmed that he was as small as she remembered. Zeke just cocked an eyebrow, his incredulity making him regret having come to Rudy's defense.

Now to see that he was up against. He turned his head as subtly as he could so not to be seen inspecting another man's penis, unnecessary as the precaution was. His eyes fell on Zeke's scepter, not yet erect but certainly on the way. Even at that stage it was much, much bigger than Rudy's. A thick, pink pillar of vascular tissue, it hung well past the bottom corner of his zipper. Ankha's tiny mitten looked absolutely miniscule when she wrapped her fingers around it and aimed it forward. Hot, turgid meat lay limp in her grasp before she started to stroke it to life. At the root was his purse, chubby with two enormous orbs and covered in soft, white fuzz. Zeke was a big man, but with that sledgehammer of a cock jutting in front of him he was a leviathan.

Poor Rudy's pizzle shivered in its presence, a natural response when confronted by something so threatening. Though she kept a firm, steady stroke on Zeke's cock, Ankha was looking at Rudy. “See, I told you it wasn't even close. He's not even hard and he's got you beat by, like, twice as much."

Rudy's entire face had gone red. He felt the crunch of shame in his willy and stomach. His hands came in front of his stomach and started to fidget. The inner demand to grab the flaps of his jeans and close them around his middling pecker was denied by a throat-tightening paralysis brought on by just looking at Zeke's cock. “Y-y-y-yeah… He's… bigger than me. Really… big."

“It's alright, partner," said Zeke, somehow ignoring the woman tugging on his junk. “Ain't no shame in what you can't control. Ain't no pride in it either. Don't beat yourself up for it."

Rudy was trying not to, but Ankha did it for him. “No pride in that little thing, that's for sure."

“Come on. Stop being mean to him. You dragged him up here. Show him some love."

“I was going to, but I'm afraid he'll cum if I just touch him like last time."

Twisting the knife in Rudy's heart was Zeke's guffaw. “Gotta a hair trigger, huh?"

Rudy licked his lips. “It was my first time…"

“It's alright partner. First time's always the quickest. I know mine was."

Ankha rolled her eyes. “I don't see how this one's going to be much longer."

“Hush, now. Give the man a chance. Ain't gonna make him stand and watch you work your magic on me. Give him some love."

Rudy almost told them that it wasn't necessary, that he was fine waiting for Zeke to get hard, that he probably was going to cum prematurely, that a big dick like Zeke's deserved Ankha's priority. What very small amount of pride he had left kept him silent. Come on. You deserve better. Just try not to nut too soon.

“Fine," said Ankha. Without much fanfare she pulled Rudy's jeans down an inch by the fly and took hold of his wiener. He had braced for it by keeping every muscle in his body tense. He didn't cum right then and there, if only because he was too tightly wound to enjoy Ankha's heavenly soft paw beans pressed into his pecker. “Not much to do with it," she noted. Without much maneuver room she slid her paw down his shaft, peeling his foreskin off his cock helmet. A few perfunctory strokes with the tips of her fingers were the most she could do from there, too afraid of an imminent explosion to apply more of a grip. She leaned out of his line of fire, towards Zeke. “How's that feel?" she asked, looking up at him. It was not out of a desire to please him, but from hope that she wouldn't have to do more.

Rudy shook like a leaf. He might as well have been having sex. “Good. It's… good," he stammered, then added, “I'm not gonna cum… yet."

That didn't convince her enough to sit upright in front of him. “Good." With her barely committal strokes going at a steady pace on Rudy, her attention came back to the real man between the two. That heavy fuck stick was almost at full mast, powered by the long and heavy pumps Ankha's paw performed. She looked up at him with impatient eyes. “You're still not hard."

“Well, I gotta lot of blood to pump," he said. “Might need some extra kick to get things runnin'."

“Yeah. I think you're right." She shifted on her knees towards Zeke so that she was in front of him where she did not need to lean out of Rudy's way. Her paw was still on the human's penis, though her grip fell to only her two fingers and thumb while delivering tepid strokes. More enthusiastic was the way she jerked Zeke's cock twice before opening her mouth, flashing her navy-blue gums and feline fangs before it closed around the skunk's manhood. At once she started to bob her head on him, darting his cockhead down the length of her tongue and letting loose some very sloppy and rude suction sounds. Schlllp. Shhhhhp. Shhhhup. Shulk. Shhhp. Though the passivity of her face was still there, the speed of her head and mouth was lightning fast. Shuttling down the rest of Zeke's shaft in a corkscrew was her one paw. Those eyes, so blue and aloof, were turned up at the skunk, insisting on his arousal.

He obliged her slowly and with a few grunts. “Woof… Goddamn. That's how she gets it done." Looking over at Rudy he saw the human gawking so hard that he'd forgotten Ankha was holding his pecker too. Zeke nodded at him. “Hey, partner. Mind if I borrow that one too? You're already there, help me catch up."

Rudy didn't know what he was talking about until Ankha let go of his penis and placed it on Zeke's to form a tight, two-pawed grip on his pole. She pulled her mouth off with a loud mwop! Spit gobbed off his pecker and down her chin as she stroked him more slowly, each paw twisted in opposite directions. Just a few moments later the skunk was hard, that bowsprit of a member jutting out of him in all its masculine glory, outperforming Rudy in every metric by magnitudes. Ankha slowed her roll, going back to one handed strokes. Her eyes crossed on his tip as it loomed so closely to her face, that skunky man smell making her tiny, little nose twitch. She swung her eyes over at Rudy, making him jolt a little. “Come here," she said.

Rudy approached in a slow shuffle, anxious to have his miniature meat so close to that colossus. The moment he was back within range Ankha hooked a paw around his thigh and yanked him closer so that he was just inches away at her side. She put just one finger and thumb on his peepee, not even bothering to bring them down his full length like she did with her whole paw on Zeke. “So much smaller," she said dryly. “So glad I have something real to play with." She turned her attention back to Zeke. Her eyes closed and she put her lips around the head of his cock, gently this time. Sucking him made her cheeks implode; her lips were sealed to his girth. The one paw on his shaft would slide the rest of the way down, come back up more slowly, then repeat. She opened her mouth to let out a tiny mew and rub the broadside of his cock head against her soft, golden cheek. A kiss and a lick fell on his summit before she wrapped lips around him again and began a sluggish back and forth on his top portion.

And what was Rudy doing? Just watching, of course. She couldn't speak with such a full mouth, but the content murrs and lurid roll of her head spoke bounds. This cock is superior. I love it more than yours, and it's not even close. That much was made clear by how lax her hold on Rudy's penis was. Less than a pawjob, she clung to it with her finger and thumb just barely. It was doubtful she knew it was even there. Finally, she let go of it. Zeke's fat nuts needed cradling. Those dense orbs felt heavenly in her palm, especially inside such a wonderfully soft purse. While she fondled and rolled them between her fingers Zeke let out a groan of appreciation.

“Ahhh, yeah. Oh, I like that. Suck that fuckin' thing." It seemed he'd forgotten about Rudy too, his buddy-buddy attitude carved out of him by the woman gobbing on his dick.

With the attention off him for now, Rudy's humiliation could fall back into bitter envy. The realization, one already formulated but only now a concrete thought, that Ankha had brought him to the apartment for the sole purpose of cucking him brought his blood to a boil. To cuss out the degenerate duo and call the cat every foul word in the book was on his mind. Holding it back was his position, just inches away from the two lovers with his pants literally down. The paltry state of his erection, that being small and full size, robbed him of any authority he hoped to muster. What was he going to say to the two of them that would be taken seriously? What could he even do to reclaim what pride had been gutted of him? Most pressing of all, how could he deny that what was happening to him in front of his very eyes made him hornier than he ever had been in his life?

Ankha, the woman he'd lost his virginity to, the woman he'd fantasized about for so long, the woman who made his heart leap when he'd seen her walking down the sidewalk, was fellating a man right in front of him. She knew that he was there, watching, that he had no chance of actually having sex with her while a genuine, Grade-A stud was there as he had been the whole time, apparently. Rudy would either have to stand there and watch in abject shame, or he could cut his losses and leave with only the tiny sliver of dignity that remained.

He chose to stay.

Rudy put his hand on his penis and rubbed it slowly, mindful not to distract Ankha from her duties with Zeke. He focused on how pretty her face looked wrapped around Zeke's cock. That, and the sheer size difference between the two men. Of course, she'd ignore him for Zeke, the only real man in that room. Ankha sensed Rudy's meager masturbation happening right next to her. She creaked her eyes open and tilted her head slightly to see that little thing being jerked in her direction. A short grunt came out through her nose before she gave him a lazy shooing gesture with her paw. Go away. I'm not blowing that little thing. A wounded Rudy put a stop to his masturbation and took two steps back, putting a wide berth between him and the pretty lady. Once he was far enough away, she resumed her fellatio. Zeke, meanwhile, just gave Rudy a sad look. Sorry, bucko. Can't help it.

Ankha sucked on his cock for just a few moments longer before she pulled away with a loud mwop and a gasp. Spindles of her saliva bridged her gaping lips and the head of Zeke's member, now glistening halfway to the hilt. She looked up at him. “Go sit on the couch. I wanna continue over there." Zeke gave an “Alrighty" and walked past her with his giant phallus leading the way. As he did Ankha noticed the forsaken cucky standing nearby with his willy in his hand. “Are you just gonna stand there and jerk off? Or are you going to do something?"

His heart clenched and so did the fist around his pecker. “Um… Like what? What… What do you want me to do?"

“Stand behind me," she said. “I'll let you look at my ass." She grabbed the bottom of her hoodie and pulled it up and over her head. It revealed a soft, pudgy tummy and two wholesome breasts already free of any bra.

He had a strong feeling that was all he would get. “Okay…"

Zeke was sitting back on the couch with his cock towering out of his lap and his legs spread wide. Ankha crawled up to his altar and stroked him a few times before closing her maw back around his dick. A deep exhale hummed through Zeke's nose. “Mmmmm, good girl." He spotted Rudy watching from afar, hand still on his peepee. “Come around back and get a look at her best angle."

“Y-yeah,' stammered Rudy before hastily moving over so that he stood behind her. It was indeed one of her finer vantage points, especially now that she sat on her knees with the flanks of her fat, juicy wagon spilling over her comparatively tiny feet paws. Choked by the black nylon of her yoga pants, her haunches were jutted at Rudy as if aiming at him. That frisky tail swayed this way and that, a tick triggered by her enjoyment with Zeke's pillar. Her head would sink and then rise at a slow cadence. Though he couldn't see it, Rudy more than heard the squelch and gag of her throat being stuffed. Ulk. Ulp. Uck.

Zeke growled his appreciation. He slid one big paw down her back and gently raked his claws back up. Ankha must have liked it with how far her tail flicked as a result. “Look at that," huffed the skunk. “Ain't she beautiful? What would you do with all that ass, boy?"

Rudy was stroking his dick to the thought. “I don't know."

Zeke cackled. “Yeah? I didn't either when I first saw it. Mmph. I think I made out alright, though," said the man with his dick in her mouth.

“Yeah. I think you did too."

Zeke looked at her. “Tell you what, Ankha. Peel them britches down for him so he can get a proper look. I know he been dying to see the thing all day." Rudy was, thus it was a tremendous delight to see her reach back for her waistband and then slooooooowly peel it down her ass. Dawning were two magnificently huge hemispheres of bright yellow, each one spilling over the top of the waistband and then wobbling into place as it finally came down. Her tail, still in the waist slot, was pulled down until it slipped free and sprung into the air. She dipped her paws into the gelatinous molds, demonstrating their Jovian heft and softness. They were pulled apart, flashing Rudy her wrinkled star and the pursed cunny just beneath it. She let go, and they slammed back together in a cataclysmic eruption of jiggles.

A shudder rolled through Rudy. It bit him to know that such a tremendous caboose had been in his lap not long ago, ready for his most thorough inspection and worship. Now he could do nothing but please himself at its image while Ankha continuously teased him with it, her paws continuing to roll and squeeze the flesh around. Suddenly she pulled her mouth of Zeke's cock and looked back at the forlorn human with one sultry eye. “Like jerking your dick to this?" she asked, spit oozing down her chin.

Rudy wasn't sure he was, but he was doing it anyway. “Yeah, I do," he said with every bit of shame hanging on his voice.

“Yeah, good. I think there's something else you can do for me."

Rudy's face was lit with hope. “Yeah?"

“Yeah. Come here and lick my asshole for me while I suck his cock." So blunt and vulgar. Rudy hardly registered what she said even as he felt its impact.

“O-oh… Um…" He looked into her ass crack. Her pucker was hidden for now, but knowing it was hidden within that deep crevice begging his inspection made his skin crawl in a way he wasn't sure he liked or not.

“You heard the lady," Zeke said from the other side of her. “She'll love it, trust me."

Rudy didn't doubt him, but whether he would enjoy doing it remained in the dark. Ankha was looking over her shoulder at him still. She grabbed one cheek and pulled it off its twin so that he could see her wrinkled crater. “Come on. I cleaned it before you got here. Either do it or leave."

The choice was made for him. “O-OK…" He sauntered up to the debauchery in front of him, prompting Ankha to hold both her buttocks apart for better access to her tailhole. There it was just above her pussy, bowed out with a leathery texture just a shade darker than the surrounding fur. She winked it at him with small heave, demanding he get on his knees and worship her as commanded. He did so shakily. With every inch his face grew closer his throat grew tighter. The other two were watching him, waiting for his compliance. Feeling the pressure combined with the sight of her slavering cunny drew him to get on his fours so that his face hung inside the feminine aura of his backside. Smells sweet as they were raunchy crinkled his nose. Hot air wafted across his tongue and down his throat when he tried breathing through his mouth. He stared at her asshole one more time, each wrinkle and bump standing out in great detail. Stop stalling. Get it over with. With a gulp and a sigh, he closed his eyes and dove his face into her crack, landing his open mouth directly over her tailhole. “Nnnnn…"

“There we go," said Ankha. “Took you long enough." She let go of her buttocks and had them slam together on Rudy's face. He let out a small grunt, his world having gone black now that his lips were around her balloon knot. Searing hot flesh radiated throughout his mouth and sizzled his throat. His face was even hotter. It was pressed into the deepest part of her crack with those Goliath haunches hugging it. Only the top half of his head was visible over the crest of her buttocks. Zeke could see his scrunched-up eyes and rustled blonde bangs.

“Atta boy, Rudy," cooed Zeke. “Give her a good taste."

Rudy was just about to when he brought his hands up to hold onto Ankha's butt. He barely got a chance to feel them before she batted him away. “Ah, ah. No touching. Hands off," she commanded before returning to Zeke's crotch and fellating him.

A startled Rudy pulled his hands away and whimpered like he'd touched a hot stove. Desperate not to offend again, he laid his hands on the carpet and did not move them again so long as his face was in Ankha's ass. Now in his proper place, he could focus on the task at hand: making love to her backdoor. A tight seal was kept between his lips and her pucker, trapping that raunchy taste in his mouth so that he could lap it up and swallow it. The tight hold her haunches kept on his head made sure he wasn't going anywhere, not that he dared. He stayed right where he was, sweeping his tongue in a circle around her muscly ring while tiny whimpers escaped him every other breath.

Ankha expressed her appreciation with a deep, vibrating purr. Rudy felt it rumble against his face while Zeke could enjoy it on his cock. The skunk watched as Rudy's face started to soften, his place on the totem pole having finally been accepted. “Mmmmm, boy. You got her purrin'. You must be doin' a good job," said Zeke.

Ankha pulled her mouth off his dick to comment. “He is. At least he's good for something." She looked down her back at the cuck. “Guess he's got to be good with his tongue. Not much he can do with that little dick he's got. You're not touching it, are you?"

With no maneuver room to shake his head, Rudy managed a muffled “Mm-mmm."

“Good. I'll tell you when you can. Maybe. I don't know. I don't really care." She turned her attention back to Zeke's pole and delivered a few long, rough licks up its underside. She took a break and asked, “What do you say?"

Zeke shrugged. “I say we let the man do what he wants. He's done enough for ya, hasn't he?"

“I guess. I'm not letting him fuck me."

“You don't have to, but at least let the man touch his pecker."

Rudy was deaf to their conversation. He heard little more than her continuous purring and the sweet thrum of her voice. Zeke was but a distant murmur, dulled by the lush pillows Rudy kept his face buried in. So big and soft, he rolled his face against them. His duties on her tail hole were not neglected, each lash of the tongue directed at that simmering orifice for more of its fleshy taste and gummy inner texture. He couldn't touch her or himself, leaving his bitty pecker to throb and leak all alone. It was a torture he adored and wished would never end.

It did with a rude tap on his head. “Hey. Quit it." Rudy opened his eyes to see her reaching back at him. She was out of Zeke's lap, though one paw was still latched to his pole. “Get up." Rudy pried his face from her crack reluctantly. He was allowed a brief look at her spit-shone pucker, his handiwork, before her cheeks closed with a heavy wobble. The taste of her booty was still on his mouth when he made to stand up. Ankha stopped him with a paw. “No. Stay like that." She stood up, letting her yoga pants sag the rest of the way to her ankles and leaving her in the nude. That avalanche of an ass hovered eye-level with him with the tail cocked up for an unfettered view. He was torn from it by a curt snap of her fingers. “Eyes up here, loser." His eyes snapped up at her. She was looking over her shoulder and down at him like the lowly pathetic thing he was. “I see how hard your little dick is," she said. “I knew you'd get a rise out of this. Are you gonna hang around and watch us fuck?"

While she spoke, Zeke was peeling out of his clothes in front of her. Once he was in the nude he stood up and wrapped his beefy arms around her with his beefy mitts falling about her ass cheeks. His fingers sank into her dough with a haughty double-grope, fully claiming it as his. He smirked down at the lowly human from above her head while manipulating her swollen behind. It frightened Rudy just to see how much bigger Zeke was than her. The top of her scalp was level with the underline of his super thick pecs. He could've thrown her like a stone with those massive arms if he wanted to.

With both eyes on Rudy again, there was pressure to acquiesce. What meager pleas there were to stand up for himself could not grow louder than his sick need to be insulted and humiliated. His diamond-hard pecker would betray him even if he mustered some kind of protest. Rudy nodded. “Yeah…"

“Yeah, I thought you would." Ankha pulled herself out of Zeke's embrace to turn around and face Rudy. That didn't stop the skunk from stepping up to her and latching his greedy mitts to her tits, kneading them like he did with her ass. “You can sit wherever you want. Get close to us on the bed. Jerk off and cum. I really don't care. Just don't make a mess and try not to make too much noise, alright?"

Rudy was just about to say “Alright" when something startled him. It appeared from between Ankha's legs, right at the corner of her chalice, splitting her two pussy lips. Rudy recognized Zeke's cock head once it started to slowly drag itself along the length of Ankha's slit. In just a few pumps he'd soddened himself on her juices, that fat warhammer glinting in the living room light. All of that thigh and he'd still able to poke his dick through. He made eye contact with the skunk. He was met with a smile and two pumps of the brow that said Yeah, I got a big dick. What are you gonna do about it, cuck? The answer was just sit back and watch, something Rudy felt sickeningly eager to do. “Alright," he said finally.

“Good," Ankha said. She lifted her paw up beside her head, showing Zeke the condom Rudy had bought.

“What's this?" he asked, taking it. “A rubber? For me?"

“Rudy bought it before he got here," Ankha told him. “Thought he was going to fuck me with it. I said we'd put it to good use. Never said it'd be with him." Her cruel reveal came with an unflinching gaze on the human groveling before her.

Zeke laughed out loud. “Haha! Aww, that's cute." He then chucked the condom over his shoulder where it bounced off the backrest of the couch and settled on one of the cushions. “Appreciate it, but that thing ain't gonna fit me. Do me a favor and pick it up when you leave, partner."

“Yes-" He very nearly said “sir". “Ahem. Yeah. I got you."

Ankha calmly grabbed Zeke's paw of her tit and held it as she started towards the bed area. “I'm horny as fuck. Come on. You too, cuck."

“Yes ma'am," chirped a happy Zeke, that gargantuan member of his leading the way and wagging right behind Ankha's ass. He made sure to look at Rudy and shoot him a wink. He stayed where he was for a moment, watching the two head towards the bed without him. He wondered one last time if he was really going to let this happen, and again the answer came when he found himself complying.

Rudy rose to his feet shakily. Following the two nude lovers brought a breeze across his pizzle, chilling it and making him feel even more exposed. Ankha mounted the bed and sat facing Zeke who stood at the edge with his dick aiming at her. She cradled it in one paw and started rubbing it. A throaty purr rolled out of her. “Mmm, now that's a real cock." She laid back with her legs spread open and her cunny on display. Zeke was guided by his pecker to the very edge of the mattress, between those widely gaped thighs which she closed around his waist. His cock came to a rest on her pelvis and lower tummy, demonstrating to Rudy just how much of her womanhood the skunk could claim if he wanted to, and judging by the raw power of his erection, he most certainly wanted to.

Zeke began sawing the underside of his cock along the upper corner of her trench where her delicate little clit lay. He would come back for the full length before sliding back forward until his balls were squished against her ass. Ankha kept her paw on it so that the pressure was tight enough for it to feel good. Her chubby tummy would collapse suddenly when she gasped, something Zeke triggered with his teasing.

“Look at that," sighed Ankha, addressing the cuck standing nearby. “See how big that is?"

It was hard to miss. “Yeah," huffed Rudy, nodding.

“I'm so glad I'm fucking him and not you."

Rudy very nearly said Me too. He pulled it back with a gulp. “Yeah, I bet you are…"

“He's gonna make me cum, and you're just gonna sit there and watch with your little dick in your hand."

He pictured her in the throes of ecstasy, the blubber jiggling across her ass and thighs as Zeke beset spasms into her muscles with his resolute thrusting. It added vigor to Rudy's strokes. “Yeah…"

“That's right. Go ahead and watch, loser, and try not to cum too soon like last time, OK?"

That would prove challenging. “Yes ma'am."

“Good." With what seemed like her go ahead, Zeke grabbed his pole, pulled it back, and leveled it with her cavity. Her flower squelched when he made contact, the chubby petals sinking and then spreading around that fat hammerhead until she'd swallowed the whole of his girth. Her chest rose with another gasp, and Rudy saw the first genuine expression of pleasure on her face since he'd known her. “Ohhh…"

Zeke stayed quiet as he made a very gradual descent into her quim, every inch of his masculinity so firmly choked by velvet wetness. He grunted, “Fuck… That's fuckin' tight." More of that venous fuck stick vanished inside her until at last he was to the balls, his frizzy white crotch bush leaning over her cunt lips as he pressed himself even more firmly. His paws went where her thighs met her hips, holding her in place so that he could enjoy every bit of her sweetness. Her head swooned back into the mattress, mouth parting to let go of a quiet but very real moan.

“Ohh~"

It sent an icy shiver through Rudy's veins. A noise he'd never heard from her, least of all from that night at the party. It was reserved like all her expressions, but by no means was it fake. He saw the length Zeke had put in her, that which triggered her to clutch at the sheets and unwrap her legs from around Zeke's trunk. They blossomed into a wide V shape. Zeke ran his paws along their gossamer curves, whispering loudly enough for Rudy to hear. Such supple, soft flesh he wanted to caress again, only for him to see it in another man's grasp. A knife in his pride that it may have been, it was only fair. Zeke deserved her much more than Rudy, the cuck who just stood by rubbing his dick.

A long exhale blew from Zeke's nose as he pulled his hips back and swung them into her. That kicked off the first series of humps, long, slow, and fluid. Zeke, keeping his stance wide and firm, would toss his ass back before sending it back with a solid crunch of his glutes. His retreats were slow, his humps slightly quicker. That fleshy pink piston glided in and out of her with perfect ease, even as the grip of her pussy lips was enough to visibly sink into the shaft wherever she held it. Ankha voiced her appreciation, writhing about the comforter with her spine bending and unbending. “Ohhh, it's so good… Huhhh… Show him how to fuck like a real man. Mmm…"

Zeke chuckled. “Yeah, this is how you do it. Nice and slow and deep. Nnnn…" He scraped his bottom lip through his teeth. “Pussy this good needs some proper lovin'. Make her feel good."

Ankha's scoff coincided with a swooning moan. “Nnnnnnnnn… Like his little dick ever could… Mmmm…"

“Hey now. Size ain't everything. It's what you do with it that counts," Zeke mused while his cock made a deft withdrawal from Ankha's pussy. Rudy appreciated the skunk coming to his defense, though it felt like a rich person saying 'Money can't buy happiness'. Money can't buy happiness, but poverty can't buy shit. That much Rudy could reflect on as he stroked his willy and watched Zeke's cock slide back into Ankha. He saw another insult on its way in her throat, but it was cut by the moan which rose out of her chest and made her eyes roll. As if to spare the human from any further humiliation, Zeke sped up his thrusts. With a laminar roll of his hips, he maintained an in and out which kept the scathing size queen squirming and moaning.

It might have spared Rudy her harsh words, but not the burden of inadequacy. It made him feel even smaller just watching Zeke's brutish body move so effortlessly. He was not some bruiser with a claymore, but an expert swordsman whose weapon carved away at the stingy maiden, her stoic armor cut to ribbons by the raw delight he endowed her with. Could Rudy move like that? Not for long. He didn't have the stamina. Even if he did, such long strokes would've pulled his measly pecker out of her quim with a few inches to spare. Such broad, heavy strokes and Zeke was kept inside her, going far enough so that her pussy lips would bulge around his glans before he shoved them forward. That perfect storm of sexual talent and bodily gifts was nothing Rudy could hope to replicate.

Ankha knew that too, and though she couldn't muster a proper insult to further degrade the cuck, she could at least put on a show of how good it felt. “Ohhhhh, yes~ Mmmmmm… That's so fucking good. Huhhh… So big. Mmmm… Huhhh…" One paw was above her pubis, feeling the depth to which that dense rod drilled itself. The other was above her head with the elbow pointed at the ceiling, her fingers clenched around a fistful of bedsheet. Her head would roll backwards and with a jerk of the jaw as she gasped. Her spine lifted from the mattress, into an arc which jutted her tummy. She whipped her tail wildly, beating it against Zeke's knees with the tip in a wily curl. “Ohhhhh, yes… Yes… So good. Huhhh…"

“Yeeeeaaah," said Zeke in one long, airy breath. One paw slid off Ankha's thigh and ran its way up her tummy, whispering against her skin and pulling at the folds. It grabbed one of her tits with the nipple poking out between two of his knuckls. “Tell 'em how good that dick is. You like this big dick, don't you?"

A dramatic inhale swept through her mouth. “Huhhh… Yes~"

“That's right, girl. I know you do."

“Ohhhhhh…" She reached into her groin and began fingering her clit. That corner of her trench flared its scorching navy blue as her finger hooked and jabbed. Her moans swelled into a shriller octave and her jaw held itself open further. “Huhhh! Huhhh! Huhhh! Oh, I'm cumming! Huhhh!"

That wasn't acting. After her elaborate ruse to lure and entice him, Rudy could tell now that her words were genuine. Her tummy swelled into the air with the arch of her back. She whipped her tail about on the mattress. Her toes, bouncing to the beat of Zeke's ardent thrusts, curled and flexed. Such a coordinated array of movements triggered by her delight couldn't have been faked. She was about to cum.

At last, her voice blew open into a crackling wail. Her spine swept up into an even steeper arch before crashing into the mattress with the walls of her abdomen collapsing on itself. The blubber of her thighs quaked around the rapid spasm of her muscles, their cords run through by the angelic delight blossoming from her girl flesh. Her finger was still at her clit, tugging it through the motions of her orgasm while Zeke maintained his cadence. “Yeeeeeaaaaaah," boasted Zeke. “Cum for us, baby girl."

Rudy witnessed her obedience to the letter, feeling the crush of insignificance and jealousy under the weight of Ankha's shuddering squeals. His grip on his penis tightened, dragging him to the very edge of climax. The realization he was about to cum brought a gasp, and he let go of himself. His pecker bounced once and came to a stop mid-throb, left hanging amidst his self-denial. Heart pounding, whole face blushing, he watched as Ankha slid from her peak, panting and squirming her tail around.

“Ohhhhhhhh, fuck~" she huffed. Her eyes were closed, leaving the navy-blue eyeliner to dart to and fro as she swooned her head around. “God… So fucking good. Mmmm…" Her head came to a stop as she pursed her lips and opened her eyes. They peered over to Rudy, still on his knees and with his dick out. Instantly the arousal in her voice deflated. “Oh. You're still here?"

Rudy was starting to wish he wasn't, but his legs were too weak and his dick was too hard. He gulped, his throat being incredibly dry. “Y-yeah."

Zeke was busy pulling out from Ankha's cunt, unveiling the thickish sheen of girl cum he'd glazed himself in from head to hilt. “Buddy wanted to find out what a girl cumming looks like. I think we satiated his curiosity." He hoisted his meat up and batted her loins twice. Plap-plap! “Now if you don't mind, I think I wanna show him what a man cumming looks like. I'm ready to explode."

So was Rudy, if just off the thought of seeing what had to be a massive load blow out of Zeke's cock. He'll do it inside her too, Rudy realized. God, that would be so fucking hot. His penis throbbed on its own at the same time his stomach felt ready to implode. I shouldn't be so turned on by this. It's fucking terrible. I should leave. I should've left the moment Zeke walked in. I shouldn't have come here in the first place. I should've never crossed the street to say 'hi' to her. I should've never said anything to her at the party. All those regrets and then some, and yet his hand returned to his willy so that he could caress it in its moment of divine, grisly pleasure. “I… I wanna see that."

Ankha rolled her eyes and groaned. “I bet you do, cuck." That word struck Rudy hard. It was his first time hearing aloud, though it rang through his mind many times already. Confirmation that Ankha- and most certainly Zeke -thought it too just added to the clench of humiliation pulling at Rudy's heart and cock.

“It's alright," cooed Zeke while holding the root of his dick; it visibly ached with the need to cum. “Boy's got an appetite. I'm happy to feed 'em."

Ankha scooted away from Zeke and sat up. Though her cruel apathy was back, she could not hide the twitchy aftershock which echoed through her legs. “Well, if he wants a taste, he better lay his ass down." She turned toward Rudy and gave a shooing gesture with her paw, similar to when she was sucking Zeke's dick. “On your back, loser. I'm gonna give you a show, even though I don't really want to. Just don't jerk your dick yet. I don't wanna be anywhere near it when you cum which I know's gonna happen soon." It was that obvious.

Rudy obeyed like a good cucky. He gave a quiet “OK" before meekly crawling his way to the center mattress and laying on his back. His pecker sat on the bottom swell of his tummy, just below the bottom flaps of his shirt. Staring up at the ceiling he felt the mattress shifting as Ankha came over. He knew what was coming, and yet there came that feeling of nauseating surrealness when she took her fours over top him, knees astride his head, that gaped, fuck-sore pussy glistening inches above his face in all its feminist glory. The heat and smell were something barbaric, all of it pouring down onto his face. The shiny film of arousal clinging to her girl lips all but blinded him, looking ready to drip into his softly parted mouth.

“Don't touch me," Ankha warned him. “Don't touch yourself either. Just lay there and watch."

The firmness of her command made Rudy melt. “Yeah… OK."

“You comfy down there, buddy?" Zeke asked. He sounded far away, that goddess of a woman acting like a wall between the two men. Zeke was enjoying the sight of Ankha's fat ass poised over Rudy's head, ready for more of the skunk's pleasure.

Rudy kept his fists balled tight on his stomach, fighting hard not to touch her. “Y-yeah."

“Good. Now keep still. Now that you're in the front row, lemme show you how it's done." Zeke waddled over on his knees, tremendous erection guiding him. Rudy watched it poke into his view from above, leering towards Ankha's cunt. Zeke held it gently, his beefy black fingers guiding the soft pink pole back into that sweet cavity. Every vein and bulge which defined his cock's shape stood in greater contrast than ever now that it hovered so close to Rudy's face. Not only did Rudy have to worry about not touching Ankha, but also Zeke's penis so that he could have the honor of putting it where it belonged.

The lovers' sexes collided with a skwish sound that sent a shockwave of pleasuring discomfort down through Rudy's bones. Ankha's pussy lips parted around Zeke's hammer and quickly began to absorb his length. Finally, those cantankerous balls hovered into Rudy's view, and Ankha had Zeke to the hilt. Rudy heard another croon out of her. Zeke's balls, ovoid and burdensome, were squashed into the fuzzy white skin by Akha's body. Just by looking at them Rudy could feel their need to release. He didn't have to imagine the sensation, not with his own climax begging to spew as soon as Queen Ankha provided her blessing.

But that would not come until Zeke had, that which he began working on by fucking Ankha heavy and hard. He had her by the hips, on the upper curve of her rump where he could afford a tight grip as well as sink his thumbs into her blubber. He was dimly aware of Rudy down below, if only because he could see his legs in a V formation atop where Ankha's head was. Beyond that, he didn't think much of the cuck. There was a gorgeous gal with a fat ass to bust nuts inside of. That held the lion's share of his attention as well as his efforts, earning a haughty cadence which threatened to blow Ankha's back out.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

Rudy was left to imagine the look on Ankha's face as she started to moan more loudly. “Ohh fuck… Yes… Huhhhh… Oh God… Oh Fuck… Mmmmmmmmm…. Huhhhhhhhh~" Her voice was distant, much like every other sound that wasn't the deep and meaty slap of Zeke's balls on her cunt. The most Rudy could see beyond their rudely meshing organs were her belly and the tits that swayed over his lower belly. Rudy could feel the wind coming off them on his cock, the most she would spare him in the way of contact.

That was until her fluids started flowing again, and Rudy was in the splash zone. Congealing around Zeke's dick hilt was a ring of pussy cream, bright white and pungent. Fragments of it would splat free and sting Rudy in the face. He would flinch, but he would not budge. Indeed, his mouth stayed open to catch as many as he could, the ones landing on his mouth causing a rebound of nausea and enjoyment to further churn his gut and burn his loins. Why am I doing this? Why am I here? he asked himself for the nth time. The answer was in front of him, as well as inside of him, yet to be confronted or confessed to. With the woman he'd lost his virginity to and secretly crushed on doing so having lured him into her apartment just to humiliate him so cruelly, Rudy was having the time of his life, fighting not to masturbate.

A loud groan belted out of Zeke. “Ahhhhhhhhh… I'm about to cum." The stress of his impending orgasm pulled at his voice. “Hahhhh! I'm close! Fuck!"

Ankha begged him between moans which turned into desperate growls through her clenched teeth. “Huhhh! Fuck yes! Huhhh! Cum inside me. Yes. Yes… Cum inside me. Uhhhhhhhh, God…" Rudy begged Zeke the same in his mind, wrenching his shirt as the build up happening inches in front of his face had him ready to cum too. His blushing face and clenched jaw were constellated in flecks of Ankha's pussy cream. He wanted more, much more, and he would get it soon.

Zeke declared his orgasm with a boisterous roar. The last few thrusts he threw at Ankha were staggered by the great joy blossoming through his loins and jettisoning from his cock. On the last plunge he went as deeply as he could, pasting his balls to her cunny and showering her womb point blank in a storm of thick cum ropes. Ankha felt each one distinctly. A groan of her own was let loose to harmonize with Zeke's, the heroic arrival of his seed like she had cum too.

Rudy saw it happen right in front of him. Zeke's cock muscle imploded and swelled rhythmically, powering the eruption which flooded Ankha's girlhood. It pulsed through the air onto Rudy's face. He caught every throb and quiver, the way Zeke's cock muscle would budge into the corner of Ankha's slit where Rudy could see the head of her pearl. Under their hollers was the soft but fleshy squirsh of their fluids colliding pump by pump. It had Rudy on the brink of hyperventilating desperate for Zeke to pull out and let free his load.

He would have to wait a few moments as the two lovers caught their breath. A pall of sweat glistened Zeke's fur, imbuing the air with his skunky odor. His jaw was hung open, huffing loudly. “Ahhh shit… Whew. That was… Huhhh… Fucking awesome. Damn."

Ankha murred and flicked her tail through the air. “Mmmmmm, yeah. I think so too." She pretended to notice the man beneath her. “How was it, loser?" Rudy couldn't speak, not with every cord and sinew in his body stretched taut like piano wire. With the twitch of his jaw came nothing but a choked whimpering sound like he was having sex.

Zeke cackled. “Sounds like he enjoyed it. Whoo! I know I did. Holy shit." Zeke grabbed himself by the hilt of his pecker and very carefully removed it from Ankha's cavity. A soft gasp rolled into Rudy as he saw her lips bloat around his retreating pole. His body started to vibrate with anticipation. Yes. Please, God. At last, the notch in Zeke's glans slid free, leaving her flower to yawn for just a moment before collapsing into a gnarled, sapphire slit.

Plllpplplplplffff

Out gurgled a fat slag of Zeke nut, hot and ready. Rudy watched it consume his vision before it landed flat on his snout, making him flinch hard and gasp softly. More of it sloughed out of her in a pulsing ooze, pushed free by the intentional heave of her floor muscle which bowed both holes. Rudy adjusted his position and held his mouth open, catching that seminal bounty on his tongue and feeling it ooze down into his throat. That molten copper taste bled throughout his whole mouth. The smell of it, so acrid and musty, singed his nostrils with every inhale. He would've watched its descent from her cunt some more had his eyes not started to float dumbly behind his half-closed lids. A submissive euphoria had rendered him thoughtless, drunk on the cum bestowed to him by Ankha's chalice.

Ankha was watching with her head hung upside down, peering through the gap in her tits. “That's it," she said coolly. “Eat up, cucky. Fucking sissy boy."

“Hold on, partner," said Zeke. “Got some more for ya." He hovered his cock head just in front of Ankha's pussy, half to demonstrate that it belonged to him, half so he could rub out the last fragments of his orgasm into Rudy's open maw. Rudy accepted them just as willingly, even if they hadn't been blessed with the inside of Ankha's pussy.

The last of Zeke's load slimmed into nothing, leaving Ankha's chunky cunt lips hanging over Rudy's face to relax once she stopped heaving. Rudy closed his mouth, melding the cum with his spit before swallowing it all in one hearty gulp. A molten warmth slithered down his gullet and bloomed throughout his stomach. If he was drunk before, he was plastered now. His mouth opened with a soft gasp. His breathed hard, barely able to catch enough oxygen through the cloud of sexual funk which hung around Ankha's bountiful backside. Rudy gazed up at it dumbly, his hair splayed about his head wildly, a sheen of sweat covering his bloodred face. Such a robust display of feminist beauty, worthy of all his worship and fealty. He could stare at it all day.

Ankha gave him a better look by sitting on his face. It came down on him suddenly, snuffing out the light with both cheeks parting off his nose and consuming it. Hot, steamy inner crack squashed his features. Her tailhole, that leathery crater which twitched and bled a heat so raw it could melt Rudy's skin, tweaked the tip of his nose. Her thoroughly used cunt flattened on his mouth, stamping him with its raunchy taste. Outside Rudy's muffled groan could be heard, that of pure enjoyment. Nothing but the top of his head remained to the light, the rest conquered by Ankha's two colossal flab domes.

“Eat the rest out," she commanded with a firm grind of her behind which knifed his nose down the length of her crack. “Oh yeah, and I guess you can jerk off if you want. I don't really care anymore."

Rudy didn't have to be told twice. Immediately his grubby little hand went to his dick and began stroking it furiously. At the same time, he choked on her nethers and huffed her asshole. Deep snorts through the nose were followed by guttural groans when he would lash his tongue at her flower, drawing out the few slivers of cum still buried deep in her velvet. Sniffffffffffff. “Nnnnghhhhhhhh…" Snifffffffffffffffff. “Nnnnnnnnnnnffffffff~"

Zeke chuckled. “Damn. Look at him. Havin' the time of his life."

Ankha gestured Zeke over to her side. He knew what time it was before coming over and standing on his feet next to her with his half-deflated pecker slung in front of her face. Ankha held it like a cigar in front of her mouth, regarding it coldly. “I bet he is. Fucking loser. Ever since I took his V-card he's been obsessed with me." She casually opened her mouth and stuck Zeke's dick inside it. Her head swooped forward in a dramatic bob. She sucked hard, clearing him of the gunk he'd lathered himself in.

“Oh yeah? How you know that?" Zeke asked. The intensity of her blowjob made him wince.

Ankha made few more back and forths with her head before she popped off with her spit-threaded mouth agape. “Ahhhh… He told me before you got here. Says he's been thinking about me. Came running over when he saw me at the mall. Said I was the only girl he's ever slept with." Her mouth went back to Zeke's cock, this time lapping up the wreath of pussy cream around the root.

“Heh, not bad. I'd say that makes him a lucky guy."

Ankha maneuvered her lips to Zeke's balls, keeping the length of his pole draped over her face. After one long smooch to his scrotum she said, “Yeah, he has no idea. Loser like him probably jerked off to the memory, even though he nutted before he got to do anything." Then she put her mouth around Zeke's right nut and sucked it while jerking his dick.

Rudy, with his hand still pulling on his cock and his head buried in her ass, was listening. She was so harsh in revealing his secrets to Zeke, calloused to the point of psychopathic. He could feel the ice in her voice through the vibrations which buzzed her flesh so tightly wound around Rudy's face. The taste of a vastly superior man's seed was on her pussy and in Rudy's throat. Her asshole, the rudest, most uncouth part of her, had rubbed its despicable flavor on his face. Weak, pathetic, small, and powerless, Rudy came harder than he ever had in his life. A frantic squeal echoed out of Ankha's bottom at the same time a tendril of cum rocketed out of Rudy's pecker, reaching high into the air and splatting on his plaid shirt along with the few other strings that followed.

Ankha pulled her face out of Zeke's crotch and looked down at the scene. “Oh, yeah. Exactly." And that's all she had to say about that before giving Zeke one last bit of throat before letting him go. “I'm getting up. I don't wanna be anywhere near that shit." She teetered over to her right, peeling her ass from Rudy's face with an audible skwish sound as the many fluids pasted between their bodies was torn. Rudy's visage was wet from brow to chin in a bodily froth of spit, sweat, and cum, both Zeke's and Ankha's. His eyes shot open wide, blaring their cerulean irises in a rabid look of shock like a hood lifted from a hostage. His hair was a catastrophe atop his head. His image of the ceiling above was clouded by a million dots and hues brought about by the lack of oxygen imposed by Ankha's huge butt.

“Hey, buddy," went Zeke. “You alive?"

Rudy blinked as his vision began to clear. The glow in his loins and brain matter still lingered, but he could manage a syllable or two. “Y-yuh."

Zeke grinned. “Good to hear." He helped Rudy sit up while taking a seat at the edge of the bed, half turned towards the other two. Ankha was sitting on the other side with her legs crossed, that tail of hers swaying as ornery as ever. “I hope you enjoyed that. Judging by the stains on your shirt I'll say you did."

Rudy noticed the many tendrils of cum he'd vandalized his shirt with. Embarrassment brought the blush back on his face. “Y-yeah, I did." He looked over towards Ankha to see her watching, still without expression.

“What?" she demanded.

Rudy jolted. “N-nothing. Sorry." Ankha didn't respond. She just cut her eyes away like he wasn't worth the attention. That was much worse than any insult she could've provided.

Rudy nearly jumped out of his skin when Zeke patted his shoulder. “The bathroom's over there if you want to clean yourself up and head out."

That's it? All that and I'm just heading out? “Oh, OK."

Zeke nodded. “Cool. No hard feelings, right buddy? We all had a good time?"

Rudy couldn't tell if that was genuine remorse or that Zeke was just checking to see if Rudy would retaliate. Not that there's much a cuck like me could do. “Yeah, I did. No hard feelings."

Zeke gave something of a warm smile and patted Rudy's shoulder. “Cool. Good to hear."

Rudy gathered his strength to slide off the bed and slink his way to the bathroom. There he saw his reflection in the mirror, including the mask of sex fluids he wore. He was dazed, numb, sexually spent. He realized his limp penis was still hanging out of his pants which were ready to fall down his legs. He tucked it back into his underwear and pulled up his fly. A deep inhale through his nose made his chest swell. His chest was out, but the film of cum on his face remained. It was removed with the help of a wet towel. After putting his hair back in order, he looked himself in the mirror one more time. He resembled the man who'd come into that apartment ready to have sex with the woman he'd had a crush on ever since he gave his virginity to her. But that wasn't who was leaving. Who would leave the apartment was an emasculated man, one who still harbored the taste of cum on his throat and the sounds of that woman moaning on his mind. The ecstasy of his own orgasm from having his face smushed into the aftermath still rang through his loins. He would never wear that shirt again without thinking about tonight. Nor, perhaps, whenever he touched himself. Tonight would remain in his thoughts more indelibly than that night years ago when he told Ankha he wished her a happy graduation.

Rudy left the bathroom and turned off the lights behind him. He was surprised to find Ankha waiting for him wearing just a pair of panties. She stood against the opposite wall with her paws folded behind her back, looking at Rudy blankly. Not a word was said between them. Figuring she was waiting to use the bathroom, Rudy peeled off towards the front door.

“Hey."

Rudy stopped and looked over his shoulder. She was standing in the same place, but her head was turned towards him so that she could look him in the eye. “Yeah?" asked Rudy. Just get out of there, geez.

“If you ever want to do this again, just text me. You're the first guy we've done this to who stuck around. I wanna do it again." Then, without anything else to say, she wandered into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

Rudy wasn't expecting that at all. He stood where he was for a few moments more, wondering if she had actually said that. Then some noises came from the bed area where Zeke was cleaning up, increasing the urge for Rudy to leave. He did so as quietly as he could, closing the front door slowly. Down the hallway and then the elevator he went, encountering not a soul before leaving the apartment lobby and heading to the parking deck. The nightly winds felt extra chilly on his face with a thin layer of water from the sink still drying. The smell of cum wafted from his shirt, though he'd done his best to clean it. As other people passed him by, he did his best not to look at them. Nobody noticed him, and he made it to the deck and his car without incident.

Rudy got in his car and started the engine. Per habit, he pulled out his phone and plugged it in so it would charge. A moment of pause came as he held it in his hand and gazed at the lock screen. In just a few swipes and taps he could've brought up his messages with Ankha. The moment ended, and he put the phone down to start pulling out of the parking space. He wasn't going to text Ankha, not tonight.

But eventually he would.

THE END