You wandered back into my life
Preface: You clicked on this knowing there was M/M stuff in here. Be prepared for gay sex and furries. Please be careful not to drip onto your computer while reading this by the way.
Anyone who knows what bats look like know they aren't as easy to make humanoid as some other animals but a guy called vamplust has done an incredible job. His page is here (http://www.yiffstar.com/user/vamplust). If you are unsure how I imagine bats for purposes of anatomy take a look at his stuff as he has changed the way I view furs.
I've proofread this but please bring any typos to my attention, thanks :)
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You wandered back into my life
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The autumn air was crisp like apples plucked from the heart of nature's bounty while the soft rays of the afternoon sun reflected off the windows of the houses down the block.
Mason took another drink from the plethora of aromas in the air. His lush amber fur seemed to match the trees with their vibrant hues of red, yellow, and oranges of every area of the spectrum. 6 foot 2 inches not counting his cute ears that swiveled as he listened to the soft whisper of the wind through the leaves and the vrooming of the cars from the nearby street. It was beauty, Kansas beauty.
He kept going, each step bringing back another memory: the movie theater less than a thousand feet to his left where he used to view films as a kitten, the old elementary school far behind him with that huge old tree and enormous blacktop and sunken field where everyone used to play soccer and the garden so tightly secluded between the school's wings with its pond and foliage, the houses were all duplex's with neighbor's beside you and a spread off offices not far off.
A dull ache thudded through his chest. He had been gone from Fort Leavenworth for almost nine years but it seemed to be an eternity. No one would recognize him, military families moved frequently and he stopped as a painful jab tore at him. Coming home to a melancholy mother, her face trying to soften the effect of her words. His best friend had moved away earlier that day, as Mason had gotten on the bus his friend was packing to move to Mississippi.
The lion took another step forward. He looked over the houses until he spotted it. His old house. Andrew, Ryan, Abbey, everyone who used to live here was gone now. Dust in the wind, like his memories. Mason wasn't sure why he had come, there was nothing left for him here but he had returned anyway, some sliver of hope still struggling in the lion's soul.
Trembling, Mason stood, peering up the concrete walkway to the steps. The porch was painted white but the paint wasn't peeling like in his dreams, whoever lived there now must have put on a fresh coat. The grass wasn't bare from paws running across it day and night, new seed and fertilizer greeted his keen sense of smell. The windows were glistening and clean while the stand on one of the pillars was empty. His parents used to have their American flag flying there; it was empty now, like the lion's hopes. The pale grey patio furniture was gone as well, replaced with wicker chairs and a glass and wicker table. It hurt looking at the house, like his childhood had been raped.
Mason looked away; he felt his pain dissolving into numbness, the damned lack of feeling anything. Some days he couldn't take it, some days he just considered swallowing a bottle of pills and sleeping forever.
His strong foot paws made heavy thumps as he left. This area was residential now, not military housing like from years past. He was too enraptured by his musings to notice the bat before they collided.
"Sorry dude." The bat had dark brown almost black fur like expensive chocolate and venom green eyes. Mason took a step back. The shoulders were broader, thicker with muscle and his stomach looked flat with seductive bulges for the abs as the bat's under armor shirt hugged his body. His leathery wings flexed before settling against his upper back but he still had that same face, strong muzzle but still slightly effeminate overall.
"Um, no, it's all right man. Thought you were someone else."
The bat chuckled "Not a whole lot of bats around here, you can try Topeka if you want though. Lots of bat clans live there, mine included." Smiling at the lion, the bat left. He cheeks looking perfect in his workout shorts.
"Terry." The name left the lion's lips unexpectedly and the bat stopped. He turned back with a confused arch of his eye brows.
"Excuse me?"
"Is your name Terry Parken?"
The bat looked suspicious. "Yes it is, have we met or something?"
"It's me man, Mason, Mason Raller. The lion who had the Star Wars fetish?"
Terry didn't move, he looked more stunned than anything else. "Mason? Holy shit... how are you?" The bat's glare turned into a grin as he embraced the cat.
The lion paused; he wasn't sure how to explain. "Well, I came back here. Don't get me wrong, Texas is ok but I wanted to see this place again, see everyone."
Terry gave him a sympathetic look. "Sorry man, everyone's gone. Andrew is in New Orleans, Joe is trying to make a living as an angsty writer in Paris, not sure what happened to anyone else though. I mean, after they moved we sort of fell apart."
Slowly Mason's heart sank. The lion had been counting on seeing everyone, some vague juvenile hope of his had endured these long years that he could connect with those that had once shared his life. Now the dreams were broken and shattered like fragments of glass.
Seeing the feline's downcast face Terry touched his shoulder. "You ok man?" Mason quickly nodded. "Come on Mason, I've known you for longer than that. Let's go cat, let's grab something to eat. Damn it's been so long."
They walked together, looking a little awkward. Mason's broad shoulders cast a huge shadow over the bat while they talked.
Mason described Dallas, the summer heat and winter cooling. How it was tough living in a conservative state when he own views tended to be more liberal.
Terry nodded, he had dreams of his own. As he listened to the lion, the flying mammal's mind drifted back, to the love life of years past and the collie he was sure he would marry. Gay marriage was legal in Massachusetts so with shivering paws Terry had proposed to his boy friend. Only to be knocked down, his dog was leaving him. It almost killed the bat, the love of his life packing up and walking out but he had picked himself off the floor.
Terry held the door open as they entered the restaurant and Mason's scent tickled his nose as the lion walked by him. That male smell, animalistic and natural, touched the bat.
Following quickly behind, Terry pushed such thoughts from his head as the waiter led them to their seats.
Mason looked around. He didn't remember this restaurant but there used to be an Applebee's here. Frowning he looked down to his menu, so much had changed that this didn't even feel like his home anymore. It was an alien land full of warped constructs.
Terry scanned the lunch selection.
"How've you been Terry?"
The question caught the bat off balance. "Oh, yeah, well I guess. Got an apartment by myself and I'm working on a novel. Been ok I guess."
"No luscious ladies adorning your chambers? What happened to the Casanova I knew in school?"
The bat's fur turned almost purple as he blushed. "Heh, things change man."
Mason's smiled playfully. "Don't tell me you don't have at least one lady friend hanging off your arm."
Terry heart clenched up. He had chased women all through high school just to keep people from realizing the truth. "No, taking it slow man. Figure what happens, happens."
The lion's smooth voice chuckled across the table, "You really have grown up haven't you?"
Terry grinned back "Bet you haven't kitty, last time I saw you, you were half drunk and swinging a bottle of vodka and getting ready to go T.P. some houses."
Now it was the cat's turn to blush. After his high school graduation Mason and some others had decided to prank the neighborhood and throw toilet paper over the trees. The plan had been complicated when one of the guys showed up with more booze than all of France. The group had decided to start with some shots for courage but soon just dissolved into random drinking. The lion remembered stumbling to Terry's house and passing out on the porch after throwing up in the bushes. The bat had been kind enough to bring the wasted feline inside shortly after that.
"I've cut back, I only drink socially."
The bat raised an eyebrow "And by that I assume you mean drinking makes you sociable?"
Mason laughed "You got me there bat; that it does." Twinges of guilt welled up. There were too many bad sexual experiences associated with drinking. Mason quickly looked back at his menu trying to change the subject. "What do you normally order here?"
"Hmm, I like the Caesar salad."
"Anything with meat?"
Terry wanted to make a penis joke but bit it back. He had kept his orientation hidden for years and it was going to stay that way. "Try the salmon or the lobster."
Their water returned with glasses of iced tea and some barbecued shrimp as an appetizer. Mason ordered the grilled salmon with asparagus and rice while Terry chose chicken marsala with garlic mashed potatoes. The waiter scribbled their food down and left to bring the orders to the chefs.
"So kitty, you grilled me about my love life, how is your own?"
Mason smirked uneasily, "Its fine, taking a break", he was, "had some uncomfortable situations", he had, "but I'll be back in the game before long." This last part was utter bullshit. Mason had been a wild flirt and total slut until he realized a guy turned him down for a date on the grounds the lion was a fuck and nothing more. Sex wasn't the same after that. It was all just mindless ejaculation, blowing his load and gulping down semen as fast as he could. The pleasure decayed into a jaded numbness until some days he just felt too depressed to get hard, he couldn't even paw off now. The days blurred into murky weeks that spilled into faded months. He didn't care about yiffing anymore, it had left a hole in him. He had tried to fill the void inside with anything he could and had merely carved a larger gap in his heart.
Terry eyed the lion carefully, Mason had sighed after his last sentence in an unusual way.
"You sure everything is ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine Terry."
The bat's phone went off and he furiously scrambled for it. Hastily digging it out of his pocket, his wallet fell and a photograph drifted out of it.
"Hey, who? Um, no. This is 1183. Ok, yeah, sounds like you have a wrong number. Its fine, bye."
Mason picked the bat's wallet and picture up and handed them back. "Who is this?"
Terry's paws shook. The photo was one of him lying on top of and kissing a male collie on the beach. "It was a joke man." Terry snatched the picture back, turning a rosy red. "Just a joke, dude."
"Terry, are you gay?"
The bat shrunk into his seat. "No..." He tried to voice the words but his vocal chords seemed to be wrapped in knots.
"I don't care man, whoever you're happy with." As the cat smiled Terry stopped sweating.
"His name was Rex. We... went our separate ways. I guess he just thought there were bigger and better things out there for him. I'm not mad though, I'm just hoping I don't end up as some angry little he spinster."
The lion smiled "You'll be fine man, you're a nice guy. I'm sure Prince Charming is off questing for you now."
"God, you always were such a nerd lion."
"Yeah, you remember my annoying as fuck braces."
"They were pretty hilarious though dude, metal and shit everywhere."
"Had to wear ‘em for three years."
"Oh yeah, that must've sucked, you still playing Magic & Monsters?"
Mason blushed again. "Nah, outgrew the fantasy stuff. More into Lovecraft and Hawthorne now."
"Educated kitty huh? Always had your nose in a book." Terry asserted playfully.
"Not all the time."
"Enough of the time to fall down the stairs going up the physics lab twice in the same fucking day."
The two burst into quiet giggles.
"Better than the time you rigged a camera in the girl's locker room. Perverted bastard."
Terry turned red "Those jocks paid me a shit ton for the negatives, man. Especially for the bitches in heat."
"Because they were tired of beating off to the stuff on the internet?"
-Hehehe- "I don't know, and you're just mad I had a good entrepreneurial mind."
"Pervy mind is more like it."
The bat smiled "Glad you came back man. How long you staying?"
"Not sure, got a hotel room. When that's up I'm probably gonna move on."
"Fuck that shit, you can stay at my place."
"Nah, its chill, I don't want to intrude."
"Lion, you've been gone for years, it's not intrusion."
"Alright, you convinced me. Where is your humble abode."
"Down the block." The waiter returned with their meals, placing the steaming plates before them. "It's a nice place, landlord doesn't charge a whole hell of a lot and is really nice about guests and shit."
"Sounds like a good place." They ate in peace as the few lunch goers around them consumed their repasts and left.
"So kitty, you never answered my question."
"Hmm?" A few sparse grains of rice clung to the cat's regal whiskers.
"I told you my sordid history, let's here yours."
"I guess, I fuck a lot."
"Come on" the bat whined mischievously "passionate lovers? Lusty paramours? Sultry mates?"
Mason tried a sloppy grin. "Nope, being flying free since the day I was born."
"I hear you man, try the married life though, it ain't bad."
The soft crunching of their chewing seemed to echo as they dined. The golden sunlight streamed through the windows and cascaded across the floor.
As he finished his lunch, Mason leaned back in his chair and looked out the window. The late November air was chilling fast and the weather predicted snow anytime now.
Terry shoveled in the last bite of chicken as the waiter dropped the check off.
Mason reached for it but Terry snapped it up and slipped his own credit card into the black folder.
"It's ok Terry, I can pay for my own lunch."
"No, man. I insist."
"We're friends dude I don't expect for you to pay for my food."
The waiter stopped by their table and Terry handed him the check and card. "Like I said its ok."
"You didn't need to do that."
"I asked you out."
An uneasy silence fell over their table. Terry blushed a little and tried to save face. "Not like that man, I was just surprised to see you after so long. Figured we could get some food and catch up."
"Yeah, it's been great seeing you."
"Ready for snow?"
"What?"
"Snow. I take it that you don't get a lot in Texas. But it should be coming done any time here."
"Yeah, hoping to build a snowman and all that jazz."
Terry smiled. "Glad to see you still have your sense of humor."
Their waiter dropped off Terry's credit card and the pair left, walking out in the cooling afternoon.
They didn't speak as they moved but Terry felt a million things welling up inside.
Terry's apartment was above a crazy old Siamese cat who thought the bat, and just about any other male between 18 and early 30s, was her grandson, a harmless old lady and very sweet, a Doberman who had AC/DC pumping as he worked out on his deck, thick canine muscles pumping as he lifted the weights, and the next apartment over had a male and female cougar called the Lexingtons, or as Terry called them: the Sexingtons.
"Why?"
"Easy, cat. They fuck a lot. I'll be up at 2:30 playing guitar hero and I can hear her screaming for him to pound her pussy harder. Or when they roleplay or break out the whipped cream and hand cuffs. It's kinky and weird as hell. At least when I yiffed I kept the noise down. I've complained but the Sexingtons have a more expensive place than me so as long as they keep payin' the landlord really doesn't want them to leave."
Terry led the lion up the stairs to his door. Unlocking it they strolled inside. Mason walked around, looking out the window at the basketball courts below.
"Over here. It's the guest room, you can stay here as long as you want man."
"Th-thanks."
Mason drove back to his hotel and packed up his clothes. He stopped at the front desk to return his key and pay the bill. The lion fired up his prius, small car chassey straining to hold 350 lbs of muscle, and drove back to Terry.
The bat was waiting for him and together they brought Mason's luggage upstairs. The lion dropped his clothes suit case on the bed with a soft thump as Terry put another bag in the closet.
"Hey Mason?"
"Yeah?" The feline was flipping through the weekly t.v. guide.
"Basketball game starting now if you want to join. Couple of the guys from around here get together. Doubt they'd mind one more."
Mason grinned "Sure man."
Terry left the room and dropped his keys, wallet and phone into nightstand next to his bed as Mason changed into a loose t-shirt and some comfortable shorts.
They scampered down the stairs just as the males were congregating.
The body builder Dobie split them into two teams before they began.
They played till the sun began setting and a light mist descended like an ethereal veil. Laughing the Dobie slam dunked one more time before the groups dissolved, each heading back to their places for showers and rest.
Mason followed Terry up to the apartment. The lion was panting and sweating heavily but he couldn't wipe the grin off his face.
-Gasp- "Fuck man, that was great."
"Glad you liked. We try to play every Sunday."
As the lion stood behind the bat, Terry could smell Mason. The lion's musk filled his sensitive nose and his mouth watered. Unlocking the door quickly the two entered.
Mason peeled his shirt off without the least amount of self consciousness. His golden chest was matted with musky sweat and his mane was slightly ragged. He popped his back and those gargantuan biceps flexed, powerful muscle contractions popping his knuckles and Terry could see the veins standing out on his forearms. The lion padded to his room leaving a stunned bat behind.
Terry held onto the wall for support. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the lion as his bat hood stirred but Mason dipped into his own room for a shower. The scent of cat was heavy on the air and Terry inhaled as deeply as possible to fill himself with the wonderful aroma. Trembling and weak kneed he stumbled to his room but stopped as he passed Mason's. He could hear the shower running as the lion bathed but on the floor was his roommate's clothes. Terry stared at the clothes pile, totally beguiled.
Shaking he stood eyeing the lion's garments, transfixed as his blood pounded through his skull. The bat's paws itched as he sweated. Reaching forward, in an instant he snatched the boxers, damp with sweat. Fleeing to his room he closed the door a little harder than intended and didn't hear the lock disengage. Terry's eyes blurred with tears as he fell to a knee and pressed the boxers to his muzzle. Shuddering with pleasure the bat huffed deeply as his mind swam and his head was filled lewd fantasies.
Clutching his prize in one paw he dug through his closet with the other and removed a bottle of lube, Yiff-glide, and a thick blue dildo.
The sex toy was molded after feline cocks and as such had the feline phallic barbs. It was Terry's favorite toy, he loved the way the spines tickled and rubbed against the inside of him.
The bat whipped off his shirt and threw it to the wall, his pants and underpants following.
The bat climbed onto his bed and curled up pulling his foot paws to his waist. He smiled sheepishly as he put the toy down on his bed and popped the top on the lube bottle.
Trembling still he dribbled some of the gel onto the dildo and ran a paw over it to coat. He pressed the damp cloth to his snout and closed his eyes, lost in the musk of the great cat. Terry leaned back onto the plush material. He spread his legs as he slid the toy up his anal passage, twisting it for extra pleasure. He imagined he muzzle was buried in Mason's chest, the hulking form above him sweating in the heat of copulation, and his thick cat hood ravaged the bat. Terry gripped the toy harder and he drew the silicone shaft out as he moaned and pressed the back of his head against the quilt.
Terry's own member was shaking and out of its sheath, and inky black except for the shiny string of pre that had released from the cum slit and was dripping down onto his belly. He pushed the dildo farther in moaning the lion's name, gasping as he imagined being claimed.
Keeping his eyes closed Terry sucked on the cloth to keep it stuck to his face, savoring the taste of Mason's sweat, as he grasped his stiff erection. Sliding a paw up his length he rubbed his thumb under the glans and swept it up over the head. Barking a soft moan as the tender flesh was stimulated, a healthy spurt of pre leaked out onto his paws and Terry rubbed it into his belly.
The lion showered quickly and stepped out. He pulled on some clean boxers and shorts before gathering his dirty laundry from the floor. Perplexed he realized his undergarments were missing.
Perking his ears up he heard something. It sounded like Terry's voice. He stepped out of his room and walked briskly over to Terry's. The air currents in the apartment had pushed the failed to close door open and Mason stood back a little shocked.
"Mason, oh god... Mason!" The bat was fucking himself with a large blue sex toy while the lion's sweaty boxers were plastered to his face. The sticky blue pole invaded the bat's tight ring and smashed into his prostate as tears dripped down Terry's face behind the lion's undergarment.
Mason just stared as the bat starting panting harder and harder until he arched his back and yelped a discordant "UGGGGH". Off-white ropes of bat semen were flung from Terry's spraying cock over his chest and more than a few landed heavily over the cat's boxers.
Mason quietly stepped back and retreated to his room, dropping the clothes in a jumble and picking up a book.
About 20 minutes later Terry poked his head in.
"Hey man, going down to do laundry. Want me to put yours in?"
Mason tried to look interested in Clive Cussler but he couldn't stop the scene he had just witnessed from playing in his head.
"Um, sure, thanks man."
The bat smiled. "No problem."
Mason turned back to the book. Terry was cute, but, Mason just felt alone. He had given up on sex and love and mates. Sighing the jaded lion put the book down and turned over for a nap.
On the first floor Terry shoved the dirty clothes in the washing machine. He could see the gooey lines of his seed on the lion's clothes and hastily closed the door, shame burning in his face. Leaving the rumbling machine Terry headed back up to his room.
Mason was still on his side as Terry passed. The bat snuck a few looks at the feline's gorgeous ass before he grabbed his Ipod off the table and headed back down. The clouds moved like cold molasses, inching closer together and blanketing the sky.
The Sunday evening dragged on until the moon rose high above, throwing down its luminescent hands. Mason curled up beneath his blankets as Terry exited his apartment. Stretching his wings, he flapped up gently to the roof. His extensive wingspan spread in the murky light and he landed without a sound, taking a seat on the tiles. The bat looked up to the stars, searching for the slight twinkle behind the misty shroud in the upper atmosphere.
Early dawn rays unfolded over the town as Mason rose and stretched, murring to himself as he stumbled out of his room. Terry sat at the table, Starbucks cups were by his paw and he lifted one for the lion.
"Mrm, thanks." Mason gratefully took the hot drink and slumped into a chair. He drank the coffee slowly, the warm caffeine buzz flooded his bones and the cat felt his mind waking up.
Terry looked over at the feline, squeezing his cup tighter. "So, Mason. You, you want to go catch a movie or something."
The sleepy kitty looked over at the bat and smiled. The last foggy wisps of drowsiness still clung to his head but Mason nodded anyway, taking another life giving gulp of mocha.
Tension chewed at Terry as the week crawled toward the next Sunday. He and the lion rented the Boondock Saints and as they watched Irish people kill others Terry wanted to move over. Mason's view was fixed on the screen.
"Hey man, want some popcorn."
"Sure, thanks Terry."
Smiling the bat popped off to the kitchen and nuked a couple of packets of Orville Redenbacher. The fragrance of butter floated around his kitchen as Terry transferred the snack to a bowl and he sat back down next to the cat. As he passed the bowl to Mason, their paws touched briefly but the bat recoiled. He held his paws to himself as the movie continued, watching people get executed.
As Friday passed over the meteorologist gave grave predictions of weekend weather. Sleet, rain, and possibly snow. Mason clicked the screen off, looked out the window. The damn clouds were back and he sighed. "Hopefully the weather won't fuck the basketball game over." Terry nodded in response from across the room as he put the newspaper down.
The weekend temperatures dropped like a rock but Mason just shrugged it off. His thick pelt warded off the cold and his mane kept his ears warm. Terry's fur was shorter and his wings were freezing all the god damn time. The bat spent most of Saturday and Sunday morning covered in a sweater with a mug of hot chocolate.
Sunday afternoon didn't look like it was warming but Mason put on a white under armor tank top and some silver work out shorts. Terry walked out of his room in a Counting Crows concert shirt and some beige shorts and he leaned against his bed room door framed watching the lion intently. He smiled to himself, the beautiful cat seemed so regal, like he was a classic statue.
"Ready Mason."
His face brightening as he looked up, the lion smiled. "Yeah, stand closer to me this time though, it's kinda awkward to have to play on opposite teams."
"Heh, fine."
Chasing after the bat, the lion stomped down the stairs and landed on his heels. They padded out to the court as the guys were just starting to gather. Light winds were whistling through the chain link fence and Terry shivered. "Damn this cold" he mumbled.
The hunky Dobie padded onto the court and tossed the ball to a dragon. "Ok guys" he rumbled "same teams as last week. Score stays the same."
The temperature starting lowering faster though and semi-frozen rain began lashing down on them. Scattering like cockroaches under sunlight, the males fled back to hearth and home.
Sighing and panting, Terry and Mason stood under the Siamese lady's roof.
"Hey Terry?" Mason looked over at the bat. The flying mammal's blue-grey eyes glimmered like soft pools back up at the cat.
"Something up?"
Mason looked away. "Dude, I, I saw you. You were, playing with yourself, and my, um, my boxers."
Terry felt a bitter chill that had nothing to do with winter. His throat felt like it was tightening behind his control and he couldn't push himself to speak.
"I need to know, Terry. What, why?"
Terry grabbed Mason's shoulders and pulled the feline down to a kiss. Soft lion lips pressed against the bat's tender ones. Mason's paw pads tingled and burned, he broke the kiss and stumbled back. Terry wrapped his wings around himself as Mason stared back, kitty eyes swirling with confusion and horror.
"Y-you, I, uh, T-t..."
"Mason, I'm sorry-
The lion spun and hauled ass.
"Mason!"
The broad shouldered feline disappeared behind the frigid sheets of rain as the sky came down full force.
Terry stood there transfixed. The world seemed to be spinning and he fell back against the Siamese cat's door and unexpectedly fell inside. The good natured old female smiled at him. He quickly mumbled an apology but she shushed him.
"Honey, you really should be gentler in letting people down. My stars, you take after your mother."
Inviting him in she ushered him over to a couch and she headed into the kitchen. After a few moments of clinking she returned with a tea tray. Setting it down she lifted the pot and a china cup. The hot beverage steamed as she poured him a glass and passed it over.
"I just, he, its-
"Oh now dear, Grandma understands." The Siamese blushed a little pink "the good Lord knows your grandfather was quite a charmer himself when he courted me."
Terry took a gulp of tea and stared into the cup. "I should've told him how I felt earlier."
The old cat nodded "It's only fair to him, sweetie. But you be a good boy and mind your manners. You're never too old to be polite." The cat picked up some needles and thread from a basket by her chair and started knitting. Terry chugged another cup of tea, the hot drink searing him out of his shock.
"I'm just, what if he doesn't feel the same way? He ran off-
"He ran off dear because you clued him on to your feelings without any warning. People respect advanced notice." Smiling to herself the old feline resumed her knitting, the faint click clack of the needles echoing softly in the room.
The bat looked out the window at the harsh weather. "I've got to go after him."
"Well then get off your fucking ass, dear, and go!"
Dropping the cup back onto the plate with a clatter Terry threw open the door and took wing into the storm.
Mason thundered over the pavement, tears stung his eyes but he kept going as the water bounced off his fur. His paw slipped over a thin sheet of ice and Mason fell into a puddle that looked shallower than it really was, the side of his head cracking painfully on the ground.
Trembling, he pushed himself up but a wracking shiver made him convulse. Cold water had slipped to the deepest layer of his fur and was running over his skin.
Terry couldn't exactly fly in a sleet storm but he could hop from rooftop to the next rooftop but gliding gently. His heart jumped into his throat as he turned his head back and forth. The fucking rain obscured everything and not only was Mason lost in a foreign city he was not emotionally stable.
As Terry landed on a Barnes and Noble he spotted a familiar mass clinging to a bench below. Spreading his wings he fluttered to the concrete and slipped a paw around the cat's waist.
A thin line of blood was smeared across the side of Mason's face and down his chin, he looked at Terry with dull eyes and promptly collapsed into the bats arms.
Terry gasped and struggled to hold up the heavy feline. Flexing his wings, Terry spread them as far he could and beat them hard. Struggling until his shoulders and back burned he lifted.
Freezing drops slashed arms and neck but Terry kept pumping, clutching the dazed cat to his chest. Over the streets was faster than walking but Terry still wasn't sure where he found the fortitude to haul a fur who weighed more than himself in uber shitty weather.
The pair pseudo landed on the deck of Terry's apartment, really it was more of a soggy collapse than anything else. Forcing the glass screen open the bat hauled his friend inside before shutting the portal. Terry gasped in deep breaths. His whole fucking body felt like it would crash but he tore his damp clothes off and grabbed an arm load of towels from his bathroom linen closet and brought them back to Mason. Sundering the cat's clothing and scattering the dripping fabric Terry dried the lion, rubbing the cold drops from his pelt. The bat dried himself off before helping Mason to the bat's room.
Mason collapsed onto the bed before fully losing consciousness. Terry climbed next to him and pulled the blankets up over them. Shivering, Terry hugged the cat closer. Mason smelled like ozone and rain but the bat nuzzled him anyway. He closed his eyes and fell asleep as the unconscious kitty's paw reflexively cupped one of the bat's ass cheeks.
Mason awoke to the sensation of extreme warmth. He stretched a paw and rubbed his eyes as he yawned. The first thing he noticed was that he was in a bed and naked. The second thing he noticed was that he was in bed with Terry and one of the lion's huge paws had a firm grasp of the bat's velvety ass cheeks. Letting go slowly, Mason tried to move away but the bat was lying over his legs.
"Mmm, huh?" The two looked at each other, silent but each had so much to say.
"Oh fuck." Terry scooted off and quickly drew a sheet up to his body as Mason garbed himself with a quilt.
"Terry, about last night. Thanks for saving my ass a second time, but I just need time to think."
The bat looked away. "I know, I'm sorry."
The lion hurried out of the room to dress. Terry huddled together as he began to silently cry, silvery tears dropping off his muzzle onto the bed spread.
Mason left an hour later. "I'll be back in a little while Terry." The bat has smiled and nodded as the cat drove off.
Terry walked back to his room. From his window he could see into the pool area and the big Dobie was wearing a wet speedo but Terry didn't feel aroused, just hurt. He turned on the radio as he laid down, wishing he would die.
Mason parked by a hair salon before walking across the street to a park. A mild chill again today with the wind and clouds approaching but the cat just sat on a bench. Part of him wanted to go back, part of him wanted to pull Terry close. The numbness reached out, slowly his paws and arms lost feeling until it seemed to work its way up his skull.
"Hey mister, why you cryin'?" A Bengal kitten was standing a few feet away in GAP clothes and clutching a can of Mr. Pibb.
"Huh?" The larger feline hadn't even noticed he was tearing up.
"You got something wrong?" The child's blunt honesty but gentle innocent inquisition made Mason smile.
"It's complicated. Adult stuff. You-
"Wouldn't understand? Yeah yeah, my mommy says that to me all the time." The kitten rolled his eyes in an exaggerated manner and the lion smiled again. "Anyway, I have to go mister. Try not to cry too much, you eyes'll freeze together."
Mason turned back to the ground, he counted the leaves rustling over the dead grass as the afternoon wore on.
Terry logged off his computer as the tawny cat walked through the door, holding a pizza.
"Hey, I'm back. Picked up some dinner if that's ok."
The bat nodded, "Its fine." Terry got out two plates as Mason put the food down on the counter. "If you want to go, I understand."
Mason looked up. "What?"
"After last night, if you want to leave, I won't say anything."
The lion tore off a piece of pizza "If it's not too much trouble, I was gonna stay here for a few more days."
"Stay as long as you need." Terry took his dinner over to his computer and kept typing, words popping up into his brain at odd intervals.
The sun sank quickly as the frost crept up the windows. Terry closed his laptop and showered, enjoying the hot water running down his still sore body.
He climbed into his favorite pajamas. They were shimmering silver and woven from Egyptian cotton. Rex had bought them but Terry didn't care, the bat enjoyed them. The shirt was sown specifically with two zippers in back so the garment could be opened to let the bat's wings through. They were a size too small but cut to be roomy so the lush cloth hugged every bulge without being constricting.
Terry picked up a tattered copy of Robinson Crusoe, he had reread so many times since his teacher assigned it in junior high but it was still the bat's favorite book. He was thumbing through the pages when he heard his door click shut. Looking up he almost had a heart attack.
Mason was standing there, shirtless but with superman sleep pants. His mane billowed around him and trailed down his chest. He was purring lowly, the light rumbling humming in the air.
"M-mason?"
Smiling the lion advanced, each paw flexing and popping as he sauntered and then knelt onto the edge of the bed. The spring creaked with erotic predictions as the feline climbed on and crawled up to the bat.
Terry opened his mouth to say something but Mason silenced him with a kiss. His rough kitty tongue rolled around the bat's mouth, licking up the flying mammal's saliva. Terry sucked on the lion's tongue mashing their jaws together as his wandering paw slipped up the cat's thigh and back. Terry could feel bare flesh through the thin cloth, Mason was commando.
The lion broke the kiss, leaving both panting. He started purring louder as he un zipped the back of Terry's shirt. He slowly pulled it off, undressing the bat with his eyes as well as his paws. Terry murred his approval and licked the lion's nose.
The bat's touch was indescribable. The emptiness burst into fresh flames as a strange fire blossomed in the lion's chest. Whatever had died seemed to be reignited as Terry ran a paw over the soft feline nipples, pulling at them slightly before running his blunt claws over the endless rolling hills of the feline abs.
Terry reached Mason's waist and slipped a paw inside. He fondled the soft sheath and the hot testicles beneath them. Mason pulled his pants off and threw them off the bed. Mason was limp but hung and Terry's mouth watered with excitement.
The kitty leaned back and Terry moved over his waist. He gently pawed the heavy orbs, hanging like tawny grapefruit between the lion's muscled thighs. He lowered his muzzle to them and inhaled sharply. The lion musk was even stronger in person, tangy scent rattling around the bat's nose. He gripped Mason's cock at the base and squeezed as he pushed his face harder into the lion's jewels. Mason starting moaning as a bat tongue slithered over the balls. Terry kissed them lovingly, he wanted to milk them, feast on the seed of the great cat and serve the king of beasts.
Mason started hardening as Terry snuffled and sniffed. He couldn't get enough of the delicious musk. Pink cock head peeked out of the edge of Mason's sheath as Terry moved his mouth up. He slid his tongue in lapped at the stiffening meat. The lion's pre seed oozed out in large gushes every time Terry squeezed and drew his paw up. Jacking the feline cock slowly, the bat watched as it thickened, scarlet-purple veins throbbing over its entirety, 17 inches.
Terry kissed the tip of it and licked it from base to head, savoring the saltiness of the lion's pre seed. Mason purred his approval and rubbed the bat's ears. Opening as wide as he could Terry lowered his mouth. The phallic barbs tickled he throat and rubbed on it as he pulled his head up. He sucked as hard as he could bobbing up and suppressed his gag reflex when he pushed down.
The lion couldn't remember the last time he felt this good. His whole body seemed to be warmed by an inner fire, he could feel every nerve and every twitch. It had been years since Mason had cum and his balls churned with unreleased treasure.
The bat moaned as he suckled, worshipping and pleading with the lion. The dildo and sweaty boxers was nothing compared to this, the real taste of cat and the real feeling of the cat's penis. Mason started breathing heavier and Terry smiled around the enormous pole. He bobbed up then forced his face down as far as he could. Mason yelped and shot, his gelatinous cum pumping into the bat's waiting lips. Thick globs of white plopped down onto the dark chest fur of the bat, looking like a pearl necklace.
Terry backed off, panting and choking for air. His own pants were tented as his erection pressed painfully against restricting fabric. Lion musk hung in the air and the bat could smell it on his own fur. Mason sat up, his cock still hard as a diamond.
Grinning he whipped the pat's pants off, a dark wet spot obvious on the front. Terry's dripping bat hood slapped against his belly and he reached over to his dresser. He picked up the lube from a week ago and handed it to Mason. The lion squeezed out a healthy amount onto his cock, slick pink flesh shining in the setting sun's rays.
With his dry paw Mason pressed Terry to the bed and raised the bat's hips. With his lube covered paw he pressed against the tight flesh ring and spun his finger in circles. Terry closed his eyes and barked and murred. His hungry hole clenched excitedly, toys were fun but nothing beat the real things.
The lion slipped finger inside and Terry cock spurted a clear line a pre onto his belly. Still grinning Mason twisted the finger and dug his way up farther into the love chute. He ran his paw over the bat's prostate and Terry started tearing up.
"God damnit lion, take me, fucking take me already." The horny bat was at full attention and mewling before the lion.
Mason pulled his paw out and lifted the bat's legs. His golden hips bumped against the dark brown ones of the bat and the blood filled spire stabbed home. Mason grunted, pushing himself into Terry's tail star as the bat writhed in his paws.
The rooms reverberated with their yips and squeals and coitus conversation. The bat's warm innards fit like a glove as Mason sunk farther and farther inside.
"Kitten, be easy. You're a hell of a lot bigger than Rex."
Mason blushed at the compliment and nuzzled the bat. "I'll be gentle, but I can't promise your orgasm will..."
Mason dragged his cock out, spines stimulating the bat to bark and squeeze the lion's torso harder.
"Oh, oh, god, oh" Terry's tongue lolled as he shook with each thrust from his top. Mason could feel his balls slapping against the warm soft bat cheeks. He hadn't taken a fur to bed in so long, he didn't want this night to end. He pushed the bat down into the sheets with each slam but Mason felt his crotch throb.
Sweating and panting Mason buried his iron shaft balls deep in Terry and roared. His mating cry boomed through the walls as he claimed the bat and searing torrents of the great cats essence sloshed within the bat's stomach.
As Terry laid there he felt an odd sensation as the lion orgasmed in his ass, waves of heat spread out from his torso they hit his paws. Mason reached down and grabbed the red bat dick, that was all it took for Terry to climax.
A steamy pearly geyser soaked Mason's abs and ran over the cleft of the pecs on Terry chest, a few stray ropes stuck his muzzle and neck.
Mason collapsed next to the back and hugged him close for a kiss.
"Hey! Keep it the hell down over there! My wife and I don't need to listen to you perverts having relations, and there are kids in this apartment building!"
Terry chuckled as Mason looked worried. "I guess you'll be staying a lot longer than a little while."