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DISCLAIMER - Do you want an escape from being trapped in your apartment for the last year? This ain't it. Unless of course you mean escape through lewds. Then this is definitely it. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

The Lockdown - Christmas Double Feature

The shared living room glowed with a short string of Christmas lights wrapped around a sagging juniper clipping in a wine glass: that and the flickering light of the television perched precariously on a sagging cardboard box that illuminateded the sagging sofa with a heavy orange sheet tossed over it. Bob Ross smiled out from the screen, calming voice reassuring his viewers that the happy little accident might be a puffy cloud instead.

Below the makeshift Christmas tree, Monty laid with his back on the carpet, legs resting against the back of the kitchen divider, staring up at the glowing rectangle of his phone glinting off his dark stubble. He wore grey sweatpants and a mostly wrinkle free sky-blue polo. Swiping tabs to the left, he saw that the pandemic was still worsening, and also that some people still didn't believe it existed. Swiping to the right, he saw that he still only had one like on the poem he tweeted yesterday and didn't have the will to see if it was from his mother again.

A series of scrabbling and muffled thumps drew his attention towards the door to his roommate's room, which had been painted as a chalkboard and had a doodle of aliens abducting stick figures scrawled on it which had been there for at least a day. Maybe a week? Couldn't have been more than a month, certainly.

The door flew open hard enough to make the coiled spring door stopper twang.

"Holy shit!" Evan exclaimed, stumbling out into the shared living space. He looked like some sort of caveman, having not cut his shaggy orange hair or trimmed his patchy beard in almost a year at this point. He wore a black "Grateful Bread" tee-shirt with a few holes near the collar and a pair of thick red flannel pajama bottoms.

Monty didn't take his eyes away from his phone. "Did you finally get that stimulus check?" His voice came out in a low monotone, like a dial tone from a phone left off the hook.

"What? No. I dunno." Evan shook his head, clearing the hair from in front of his manic hazel eyes. "Tomorrow is Christmas!"

"Wait . . ." Monty blinked for a moment as if coming out of a trance. He clicked his phone on and off, squinting at the date on the lock screen: 12/24/2020. "Holy shit, you're right." He stretched back against the carpet, running his fingers through his nappy black hair. He realized he'd been laying there on the floor since his daily shower a few hours ago. "When did that happen?"

"No idea, man. But look!" Evan pulled out a small box from behind his back. It was haphazardly wrapped in food delivery menus with scotch tape sticking out at odd angles. He held it out like it was a combination of gold, frankincense, myrrh, and the vaccine that only celebrities could get at the moment.

Monty rolled up into a sitting position with his legs crossed before him. "Ah, a present? That's actually kind of sweet of you. You really shouldn't have though . . ."

"Nuh ah ah." Evan pulled the box back as Monty reached up towards it, obscured eyes gleaming in the dim light. "This is a gift exchange. What did you get me this fine Christmas Eve?"

Monty scowled, lips turning down in an exaggerated frown, barely managing to stifle a chuckle. He turned his head to the side and scratched at his stubble as he thought. "A Netflix subscription."

"But we already have a Netflix account . . ."

"No, I have a Netflix account," Monty retorted. "My gift to you is that you can keep using it, even if you're really weirding up my recommendations." He spun himself around so that his back rested against the warped press board of the kitchen divider.

"Hey, you would never even have seen a Bollywood film if it wasn't for me." Evan rested a hand on his hip.

Monty looked up at him with raised eyebrows.

"Okay, and maybe Finnish fashion gameshows aren't your thing. But people on them are just so real." Evan plopped himself down on the worn brown carpet across from Monty. "Alright," he acquiesced. "I'll admit, it's a pretty good gift. So . . . here." He tossed the small box towards Monty, who tried to grab it but merely ended up swatting the box to the ground with his hand still firmly locked around his phone.

"Crap. Sorry." Monty's fingers creaked as they slowly declamped from his phone and he picked up the box. "I hope it's not breakable."

"Lol. You're good." Evan parted his hair from over his eyes again. "Just open it already."

"Jeeze. What's the rush?" Monty held the box up to his ear and shook it gently, detecting a faint hollow rattle from inside the package.

"You're sure I didn't break it?"

"I mean, you could find out if you just, opened, the, package," Evan punctuated the final words with claps as he leaned in towards Monty, hair falling back over his eyes.

"Alright, Mr. Holiday Spirit." Monty tugged at one of the loose pieces of tape and the old menus sprang away from the small cardboard box. Opening the flaps, his brows furrowed as he drew out a ziplock sandwich bag filled with four capsules, each half white, and half another gleaming solid color: red, green, brown, and black.

"Creepy back alley drugs?" Monty hazarded, holding the bag gingerly between forefinger and thumb. "You shouldn't have . . ."

"What? No. This is the good stuff! You know, state certified an all that." Evan insisted.

"I thought that they'd run out of the good stuff unless you were a billionaire or a politician?" Monty looked distrustfully at the pills. "I haven't seen you 'finding yourself' out here in months."

"Well, yeah. I mean, I found you sometimes too."

Monty was barely able to see his roommate's wink behind his mop of orange hair.

"Well . . . Alright, but . . ." Monty stammered, his cheeks flushing in the dim light as Bob Ross droned happily on about making a nice little cabin. "How did you get these then? And how do you know they're safe?"

"That's the thing," Evan beamed. "You remember Darwin?"

"The beardy evolution guy?" Monty queried.

"What? No, the cute goth guy who works at the dispensary." Evan laughed. "Anyways, sometimes they don't have enough product to fill an entire bottle, so the rest are just kind of . . . you know, leftover. It's still inspected and all that, just didn't make its way onto the shelf."

Monty squinted at the pills, rolling them with his fingers through the thin plastic. "So, you know they're real because you got them under the table from a goth guy you dated once?"

"Well, no. We never really dated."

"I thought you said you got to know him?"

"Nah, man." Evan shrugged. "We just fucked."

Monty snerked, running his free hand over his face.

"I mean, maybe twice. You know, back before the whole pandemic thing . . ."

They both paused for a moment, Evan looking towards Bob Ross adding a wispy plume of smoke from the cozy little cabin, while Monty looked up towards their defiant little Christmas tree.

"Well," Monty broke the silence. "I guess we have to do something to make this feel like a holiday, right?"

"Yeah," Evan chuckled in response. "Otherwise, St. Nick's gonna be pissed."

"So . . . what flavors do we have here?" Monty pulled open the plastic back and plucked out the red and white pill.

"Well, uhh, I mean, they all came from different batches, so, they could be just about anything . . ." Evan scratched at his beard.

Monty dropped the pill back in the bag and frowned quizzically.

"Well, I mean, you know, it has to be something they sell at the shop, so . . . pretty normal stuff. You know, comparatively." Evan shrugged before scooting himself across the carpet next to Monty. "I mean, we could both take them together . . . You know, make a night of it?" He leaned in against his roommate suggestively.

"Oh my god, this was your plan all along wasn't it? This has just been one long set up to sleep with me?" Monty shook his head, but was unable to hide his smile. "You're such a slut."

"Guilty as charged." Evan grinned, sliding his hand over Monty's shoulders. "I mean, if we can't leave the apartment for anything, we might as well take a special trip together." He leaned in as he whispered the last few words into Monty's ear.

Monty's spine stiffened. Even after the years they'd lived together, he'd never quite gotten used to how forward Evan was. After the initial shock though, he leaned to the side, letting his head rest against Evan's shoulder. "Alright." He acquiesced after a moment. "But how are we going to make it special?"

"Oh, ho! How is this not special?" Evan pulled him in tighter and shook him slightly as Monty snorted dismissively. "Alright, how's this. What if we each take two and just . . . you know, play it by ear?"

"Isn't that kind of a waste? Didn't you say these were like, impossible to get these days?" Monty drawled out the question as he rested against Evan's warm body.

"Hey, you're worth it. Besides, I wouldn't want to waste your time with a night that wasn't completely special." Evan said, drawing the word out for comedic effect.

"Fine," Monty sighed theatrically. "You're on."

"Wait, really? I thought I was going to have to whisper sweet nothings in your ear. And you said I'm the slut . . ."

"Well, merry Christmas." Monty pulled himself up and set the pills on the counter, walking over the stained linoleum of the kitchen towards the fridge, passing the 6-pound bag of rice that was starting to gather dust. The fridge door creaked open as he pulled the worn metal edge. The handle had broken off years ago. "So . . . uhh, we've got some festive choices for beverages to wash these down here."

Monty picked up the carton of milk in the door, took a sniff, and reeled his head back like he'd been slapped. He placed it back and picked up a half-empty unlabeled glass bottle. "Alright, so there isn't really a choice, so much as there's just Jeff's homebrew."

"Okay. That's festive. It counts." Evan admitted after considering it, rolling to his feet and looking over the divider as Monty closed the fridge and grabbed two reasonably clean glasses from the cabinet next to it. "Well . . . I mean, not as beer. But, it's seasonal! It was a gift, right?"

"I mean . . . I'm not sure anyone else even takes it from him at this point. If it's a gift, it's us doing him a favor." Monty popped the top off with a hiss, pouring the last of the brackish amber liquid into the two glasses. One was a decidedly darker shade than the other.

"It's alcoholic and a liquid." Evan shrugged. He grabbed the little bag and set the four pills out on the counter in a row. "So, have you picked your fighters yet?"

"Well," Monty thunked the glasses down between them. "The black and white one is suspicious, so I'll leave that one to you." He fluttered his thin fingers between the remaining three. "You know, it's Christmas"

"Eve"

"Christmas Eve," he added with a sigh. "So I'm going to stick with red and green."

"There you go. That's the spirit." Evan scooped up the remaining brown and black ended capsules in his palm. "You know, the Christmas spirit?"

"Yeah, I got it." Monty shook his head. "You know, you can almost be cute sometimes?"

"What do you mean sometimes? I'm adorable 24/7." Evan struck a defiant pose. "Heck, you know what? I'm going to get a cuter combination than you. No doubt. One hundred percent."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I'm going to be a . . . chinchilla . . ." He paused, licking at one of his teeth as he thought. "Owl," he finished.

"Lol, are owls really cute? Aren't they more like, you know, omens of death?" Monty asked as he picked up his capsules in one hand and the darker glass of "beer" in the other, staring down with trepidation as the bubbles rose to the top and congealed into an uneven foam.

"They're misunderstood sky kitties." Evan tossed the capsules into his mouth and squinted down at his beer before tilting his head back and taking a long, gulping drink.

Monty followed, his face screwing up as the bitter, sour, and oddly cohesive liquid pulled the pills down his gullet.

"Guh . . ." he gasped out a wheezing belch. "It certainly hasn't gotten any better."

Evan replied by coughing and hitting the palm of his hand against his chest a few times. He scowled at the beer-like-substance in his hand before downing the rest with a grimace. "It'll put hair on your chest though."

"Ugh, not sure the man-cred is worth it." Monty waggled his tongue back and forth in his mouth, setting his half-drained glass back on the stained countertop.

"For serious though." Evan's face split into a grin as he pointed towards Monty's shirt.

Monty's brow furrowed as he looked down at himself, cricking his neck after spending so long on the floor.

"Are you sure you're not feeling a little hot under the collar?" Evan sidled up next to his roommate, running a finger up from the edge of his blue polo. "Or is your vision going fuzzy?" He laughed as he ran his finger up towards Monty's collar, where wisps of grey and black fur floofed out from around his neck.

"Already?" Monty asked, swatting away Evan's hand coquettishly. "None of your last batches worked this fast." He scratched at the back of his neck, shivering as the dense fluff crept up towards his black hair. "Not that I'm complaining. This feels pretty good."

"I know right? I told you this was the high-class stuff." Evan licked his tongue over his front teeth and reached up to touch his ears under his mass of tangled red hair. "Come on, let's not waste it in the kitchen." He took six large, exaggerated steps over towards the run-down couch with the rust-colored sheet draped over it. "To the SoFA: " He collapsed onto it, making the frame creak ominously.

"If you insist." Monty walked over behind him, slowly tugging the top buttons bellow his collar free and carefully struggling out of his shirt, leaving it semi-folded on the counter. The fur was prickling down his front in a light grey wedge, getting darker and darker towards his sides. He hissed in through his teeth as he ran a finger through his new coat, fresh new follicles each impossibly sensitive.

"So . . . I'm a . . . skunk?" Monty hazarded.

"Come on, have a seat, let me feel." Evan patted the sagging empty spot on the couch next to him.

"Feel? How are you going to tell what animals I got by feel?"

"Oh, come now, you can learn a lot through touch. Let me give you a reading." Evan leaned in towards Monty as he plunked himself down on the couch, squirming a bit as he felt his fur brush up and crackle with static from the old sheet.

"On one condition . . ." Monty paused to consider with mock seriousness.

"What?" Evan's head tilted to the side, his hair hanging down like woven hay.

"You first." Monty pulled up at the bottom of Evan's black tee-shirt, peeling it up past his face and looking down at his exposed chest, which still had some hint of definition despite the gym being closed for the last slew of months. At first, it looked like he was just hairier than expected, but on further inspection, Monty saw that the patches of glossy auburn fuzz, slightly darker than his hair were sprouting out from his chest.

He helped Evan struggle free from his shirt, and then they both sat staring at each other for a moment, a flush of heat rising to Monty's cheeks as he looked away from Evan's body.

"Hmm, let's see." Evan wrapped his arms around Monty from the side, running them up and down his back, feeling the warmth of his skin and the grey black fur blooming under his fingers. "No . . . no, I don't think this feels like skunk."

"Come on." Monty rolled his eyes, holding back a giggle. "You couldn't possibly know just by feeling it."

"Sure I can," Evan protested. "It just takes a _lot_of touching." He punctuated the last word by raising his hands up and pressing in at Monty's nipples impishly.

A snort of manic laughter erupted from Monty's lips as he fell back into the corner of the couch, folding his arms across his chest. "Stop, stop!" He giggled as he decried the assault. His entire body was starting to feel warmer, his pants growing tighter.

"And why should I do something like that?" Evan asked, leaning over Monty and bracing his arms against the back of the sofa.

"Because . . ." Monty reached up and fished through Evan's hair on the side of his head, tracing up his ears as they stretched out into long, twitching points through the foliage of his hair. "You're making an absolute ass out of yourself." He felt the ear tug against his grip as he ran his fingers over their now velveteen backs.

"Oh. Is that how it's gonna be?" Evan leaned in closer, nose twitching, puffing out hot breath as it turned up slightly.

"Yeah." Monty snerked defiantly. "What are you gonna do about it?"

"Maybe something like this!" Evan lowered himself over Monty, their chests rubbing together, fur bristling. Monty's eyes widened as Evan pushed in for a kiss. Their lips met before Evan's tongue slipped inside his mouth and flicked against his gums teasingly.

Anything that Monty was going to say was lost in a low hum of pleasure. He wrapped his arms around Evan and pulled himself closer, tongue writhing against his own in a hot, wet tangle.

Evan let some of his weight rest on his roommate as he closed his eyes and lost himself in the kiss. Monty's teeth creaked under his tongue, some growing into sharp fangs while others pulled back into small little points. Evan's own teeth haltingly changed as Monty licked past them, incisors pushing out as his other teeth all flattened into blunt caps.

Both of their faces began to creak forwards as they continued to make out. Monty's face became more angular, grey fur growing along his cheeks as his jaw ground forwards. His nose tightened and turned forwards, glistening wet pink tip huffing as his lips darkened.

Evan's face formed a less pronounced muzzle, his jawline thickening as his nostrils pushed to either side, fuzzy slits flaring as he rasped his increasingly textured tongue across Monty's palate.

They writhed together, lapping into each other's shifting maws as the sofa creaked beneath them. Monty's hands wandered lower down Evan's back, feeling the both silky smooth and yet bristly-topped fur brush under his fingers. He let his hands slide down past the small of Evan's back, cupping his rump, opening his eyes and watching Evan's face as he suddenly tightened his grip and pinched the pliable cheek in his grasp.

Monty was expecting a gasp, but instead Evan pulled back with a loud, sudden bleat.

Evan's brow furrowed, the golden-brown fur growing in on his cheeks floofing up before he shrugged.

"That's new," Monty laughed

"It's true," Evan pulled back, sitting on Monty's hips. "But your ass comment was way off."

"How are you sure?" Monty asked, watching as Evans ears flicked and grew even larger on top of his head, looking almost like fuzzy sails.

"Because you really got my goat!" he shouted, reaching down and squeezing in at Monty's furry chest in retaliation.

Monty let out a strange growl, toes grabbing at the heavy sheet on the sofa as he bared his pointy fangs reflexively.

"And as you could feel, the other must have been for the finest of buns." Evan smiled like he'd been waiting to make that joke for a few minutes.

"Ahh, I should have . . . known," Monty attempted to quip, but instead gasped as Evan pushed in with both his hands, massaging his pectorals, pinching his nipples as they were almost lost in light grey fuzz.

"You like this?" Evan asked coquettishly, grinding his rump against Monty's tightening pants.

"I think it's pretty obvious that I do." Monty took a deep breath, looking down as Evan continued to tease his nipples. "I still don't have any clue what I am though." He ran his pink tongue over his thinning lips experimentally.

"Well," Evan looked down at him, though his hair still covered his eyes. "Judging by these," he ran his hands up either side of Monty's thickening neck to caress his now increasingly thin, circular ears. They had dark fur at the bottom but faded to pink at the tips. "I'd say one half has got to be possum."

"Wait, really?" Monty snorted, reaching up to touch his own ears, the thinning warm flesh feeling foreign under his fingertips.

"Why not?" Evan asked, continuing to rub the edges gently as the whorls all smoothed out.

"I mean . . . I guess I'd never really thought of possums as an admirable animal, you know?" Monty paused to sigh out a breath, heart hammering in his chest as Evan moved in to pet the increasingly dense fur on the sides of his head while his new ears flickered under his own fingers. "I remember there was a dead possum next to the bridge by my old Elementary school. Kids were poking it with a stick for weeks."

"Okay . . . kind of gross," Evan laughed. "But, are you saying that you'd like to poke me with a stick?" Evan ground his ass back against Monty's hips, grinding against his trapped erection with a sly smirk on his face.

"Nah. It didn't work out so well for the other possum," Monty laughed. "I do think it's time to do a pants removal mission though, if you'd allow me the use of my legs again."

"Fine." Evan shook his hair away from his eyes as he shakily pushed himself to his feet. "I shall grant this request . . . woah!" He fell backwards, hand flailing out and grabbing onto the coffee table, shaking a few old bar coasters to the ground.

"You alright?" Monty asked, fumbling with the knot on the drawstrings of his sweatpants with his thickening paws.

"Yeah, just not used to these bad boys." Evan fell back against the sofa and whipped off his pajamas in what started out as a fluid motion, but required a few extra tugs at the end. His legs were covered in shorter, glossier brown fur that showed off his increasingly defined musculature, but instead of feet, they ended in the beginnings of cloven hooves, his toes crunching together as the enamel spread outwards.

"Alright. Never seen you in hooves before," Monty pulled down his pants, but his eyes stayed fixed on Evan's legs as he ran his hands down, mussing the bristly fur of his calves and tugging experimentally at each side of his new goat-hooves. "It's not a bad look on you."

"You're not looking too bad yourself, Mr. Mystery Possum." Evan lowered his animalistic legs and turned his attention back towards Monty. "Definitely putting some more meat on your bones," he mused as Monty kicked off his sweats, revealing his swelling thighs and thickening hips. "And I certainly don't mind it when your bones are meaty." He leaned in across the couch, face looking down at Monty's pulsing erection.

"Oh my god, you have such a one-track . . .!" Monty was interrupted, words ending in a small "eep" as Evan reached down and lightly ran a finger around the edge of his swelling shaft.

"Ohhh, so sensitive." Evan cackled, running his finger around the edge of Monty's foreskin as it thinned, his cock slowly turning a marbled pink as it pulled out longer with every pulse. "And thick!" He squeezed teasingly around the increasingly girthy base of Monty's member as a roll of furry grey flesh crept up along it, forming a pliant sheath.

Evan licked at his growing incisors. "You know what, turn around a second . . ."

"What?" Monty hugged his arms across his chest. "We're not even finished changing yet! I know you're pent up but . . ."

"No, no, no," Evan held up his hands. "Well, I mean, maybe eventually. But I have a hypothesis."

"And your hypothesis involves looking at my ass?" Monty stated the question as an accusation.

"Nah, just your back. You know, for science." Evan held up a finger triumphantly, stopping for a second to notice as plush fur sprouted from his fingertips.

"Fine." Monty wriggled, scooting himself around so that his back was turned to Evan. He craned his neck over his shoulder, barely managing to look down to see dark grey fur with a white stripe fading down the middle of it. "What does science say?"

"Definitely pretty badgery. Hmm," Evan pulled himself in closer, running his finger down the stripe on Monty's spine. "We may need to do more tests though." He wrapped his arms around Monty's broadening shoulders, pulling himself in closer so that his increasingly furry chest pushed against Evan's back. "Well, do you feel a little badgery?" he asked into Evan's rounded ear as it flicked against his blunt muzzle.

"Ack!" Monty pulled his head away and folded back his ears. "Too loud. These things aren't just for show, you know?"

Evan leaned in even closer, and whispered. "That sounds pretty badgery." He hugged his lanky frame against Monty's back. "Gosh you're cute."

"Hey, that's my line." Monty protested with mock indignation, fur on his now striped cheeks floofing up as Evan began to nibble gently at the thin edges of his ears. He melted back against his roommate as their hands reached under his arms and began slowly mussing the fur on his chest.

"Mmm, god, you're just so fluffy . . ." Evan gripped in tighter, grinding himself against Monty, hips rocking as heat began to build up inside of him. His words faded in a low grumble as he hugged Monty tighter.

Monty closed his eyes and leaned back into it, feeling the warmth of Evan's body against his fur. His hand lowered automatically between his legs, his increasingly wide paw-like hand wrapping around his member. It was a lot thicker than he thought. Then his eyes sprung open as his spine creaked. His increasingly beady eyes crossed briefly, ass clenching as his muscles clenched, a crackling pop resounding as he felt his growing naked tail start wriggling between their bodies. But it was more than just that. There was something else grinding behind him.

"Uhh, Evan?" Monty asked back.

Evan didn't seem to hear though, his arms squeezing tighter as he rocked his hips, grinding something hot and hard against Monty's forming tail.

"Evan!"

"What, hmm, oh, sorry." Evan unwrapped his arms from around Monty's chest. "Guess I got a little carried away there." He breathed out and pulled himself back, staring down at the pink-skinned length of Monty's tail as it pushed out longer in halting surges, the tip shining slightly with a slick patch of cooling pre.

"Well, it makes sense, I mean . . ." Monty turned around, wincing as he ran his forming possum tail into the back of the sofa. He stopped mid-sentence as he saw Evan's body

"What?" Evan asked?

"You're horny." Monty pointed at Evan accusingly.

"Well, yeah. It's kind of what pills like these do. You know, aside from the whole animal thing."

"No, like demonic horny." Monty reached up above Evan's head, thickening black claws clicking against the broad horns slowly curling out from his skull. "The eyes don't help either." He looked into his roommate's unsettling horizontal pupils as his irises changed to a rich brown. He couldn't help but pull his gaze away though, eyes wandering down Evan's broadening fuzzy chest and belly towards his pulsing member, thick fleshy length protruding from his loose sheath. His balls looked heavy, taut in their furry sack.

"Oh, that bad?" Evan asked, turning his head to the side and reaching up to feel his horns. His fuzzy fingers were largely silent against the rough surface, but his hardening hoof-tipped thumbs clacked, sending a little thrill of new sensation down his spine. "Monty?"

"Hmm?" Monty's gaze remained fixed, jaw hanging open. The bare tip of his growing tail snaked about behind him, a fluffy bush of black bristling in around the base. He shook his head, white striped fur on his cheeks bristling up as he looked away from Evan's pulsing shaft.

"Ohh, it can't be that bad then. Do you like what you see?" Evan leaned back, with a goofy grin on his short muzzle, thick tongue licking out over his rounded lips. He reached down and traced a fuzzy finger around the hefty rounded head of his shaft, shivering slightly.

"Christ," he gasped. "Ohhhh, that's sensitive," the groan faded to a faint bleat. He licked up at his pronounced incisors, chest heaving, a bead of pre welling up from his pulsing cock.

"Goddamn it, Evan," Monty swore, almost hypnotized as his roommate closed his eyes and idly stroked his brushy fingers up along his swelling penis. Monty scratched idly at his own chest as he watched Evan's fingers caress that swelling maleness. His pink, wet nose huffed from the tip of his increasingly pointed muzzle, whiskers prickling out as he drank in the virile male reek filling the air: like brandy and cinderblocks. His other hand reached down, finding the stiffness of his own erection on his thickening suede paw pads.

Monty's eyes remained fixed on Evan as the goat/rabbit leaned back against the sofa and pumped at his own cock. Monty could feel his own shaft swelling and jerking in his grasp. The base became thicker, stretching the edges of his forming sheath as the tip thinned down into an animal point. His balls tensed, plumping up in their fuzzy home, pre leaking from his chiseled shaft, his own scent rife with cedar and autumn leaves.

Watching Evan lose himself in the sensations of his changing body was addictive. Monty's forming bald tail snaked about behind him. He ran his tongue over his pointed teeth, watching Evan's hoof-like thumb gleam, streaked with pre as he massaged the head of his shaft, eyes closed, breaths coming in ragged heaves.

Monty couldn't help himself as he leaned in. His muzzle locked onto Evan's maleness, whiskers pointed forwards as if stalking prey.

Evan's eyes fluttered open as he looked down to Monty's pointed visage looking up at him from his crotch, mouth split into a wicked grin.

"Why hello there." Evan tussled the soft, striped fur on Monty's head, scratching between his rounded ears. "See something you like?"

"Mmm, I do." Monty grumbled, a faint churr creeping into his voice. He pressed his muzzle up against Evan's swelling balls, taking in a deep breath, drinking in his masculine scent.

"Ooooh." Evan's spine stiffened, fluffy nub of a tail standing up behind him as it creaked out to its full, yet short length.

"It's you." Monty winked up at him before opening his mouth and dragging his wet, slippery pink tongue up Evan's balls, letting them pat back down and sliding all the way up the turgid cock. He felt the warm flesh pulse against his tongue, tasting the salty musk of his pre as he dragged his tongue over the blunt, pulsing tip.

Evan's large ears folded back. He gritted his buck teeth, hooves scrabbling against the sofa. A bleating moan escaped his lips as he bucked his hips, his girthy member quivering and leaking more pre that Monty lapped up with relish, animal tongue dragging over his most sensitive flesh.

"Wait," Evan gasped out, pushing Monty's head back.

"Hmm?" Monty looked up at him with surprise bordering on disappointment in his wide, beady black eyes.

"Gah. I'm already close," Evan panted out. He slipped back against the sofa, lying on his back before he dragged Monty against him. "And I don't want this to end yet." His incisors showed through his smile as he rocked forwards with his hips, grinding their shafts together in a slick surge of pleasure for them both.

Monty's jaws hung open, pointed teeth bared, twisting tail grasping randomly at the arm of the sofa. "Oh, what a gentleman," he huffed, his chest rubbing against the fluffy brown expanse of Evan's own.

They both pressed their muzzles forwards, tongues sliding past each other's lips with eagerness that betrayed just how much they needed one another. Monty felt the roughness of Evan's thick tongue grasp at his own. Evan felt the repeated insistent lapping of Monty's flat slippery tongue slide past his lips and twist in his mouth. Monty stared into Evan's strange, blocky eyes before closing his own and losing himself in the sensations of their prolonged kiss.

They both panted as they pulled back.

Monty's lips hung open for a moment, tongue licking over his pointed teeth. "Have I ever told you that you're talented with your tongue?" He said slowly, taking a deep satisfied breath as he ground his smaller cock against Evan's imposing rod.

"Hey, you're the one that's good with words," Evan smiled back, fluff on his head falling over his eyes again. "Why don't you turn around and you can whisper sweet nothings between my legs?" He pushed Monty's body up easily, muscles bulging under his fur as he coaxed him to turn around, shins straddling Evan's shoulders.

"Oh, I didn't think you cared for poetry." Monty's voice was muffled as he ground his muzzle against the gap between Evan's thigh and heavy balls, taking a deep breath and reveling in the heady male reek. "Shall I compare thee to a winter's day?"

"Hmmm, no, but I think I can compare you to a snack." Evan licked his lips, looking up at Monty's exposed rump, bared asshole twitching amidst the dark fluff as his pink tail snaked around. Evan grabbed the thick tail in his hand and yanked it up.

Monty was about to protest, but all that came out was a garbled ululation when he felt Evan's hot breath huff against his bared flesh before his tongue lapped up, mussing the fur on his balls and taint before sliding over his pink pucker. He arched his back, breath catching in his throat, ass clenching as Evan pulled up at his tail and made out with his rump in hot, sloppy strokes. His fur fluffed up along his spine, cock bouncing up and brushing against his belly fluff. He gritted his teeth and moaned against Evan's crotch.

Evan's ears folded back, curled horns butting against Monty's rear as he felt the tight ring of muscle twitch and clench against his tongue. The snake-like tail wrapped around his wrist as the fingers on his other hand spread out through the plush grey fur on Monty's rump. He was so focused that he barely noticed the padded fingers sliding up his pulsing shaft, gathering up a dollop of his warm, copious pre. His eyes shot wide open and he groaned into Monty's quivering ass as his roommate's clever fingers slid below his heavy balls and ground a slickened suede paw pad against his asshole. He paused for a moment, groaning, muscles of his thick thighs clenching, ass twitching against the finger as it swirled in a slow circle around the rim of his bared ass.

Monty grinned with smug satisfaction, pressing against the tight entrance and then sliding back, feeling Evan's body squirm under him. But his expression shifted rapidly as one hard polished thumb and four fluffy fingers wrapped around his cock and squeezed. Monty squeaked out a hissing breath against Evan's balls, shifting his weight from knee to knee, grasping foot-paws curling on either side of his roommate. The hand just gently squeezed for a moment before pulling up, making clear slickness leak from the animal tip of his cock, seeping into that auburn fluff and making the experience one of warm slick silk slowly pumping up and down his member, squeezing around the wide base and then tracing up to the dwindling tip.

Evan's lewd, rhythmic lapping lost a few beats as he felt Monty's hot breath puff against his member, a padded finger still teasing his hole. Monty opened his pointed muzzle, licking down from Evan's rounded tip to his balls, pressing his cock back against his fluffy belly before nuzzling in against his sheath. Evan could feel the badger/possum that was his roommate moan against his cock as he continued to stroke at Monty's shaft, teasing his ass with his tongue, circling around the needfully twitching muscle. Evan tensed up as Monty pulled back, lifting the head of his heavy shaft gingerly in his teeth before letting the throbbing length slide into his muzzle, wrapping his tongue around it, and sucking in slurping tugs.

Evan bleated out against Monty's ass, nostrils flaring. The sensation of the slippery tongue encircling his shaft made him squirm, back arched against the couch, hips rocking forward of their own accord. He picked up the pace of his own hand, letting his slick fingers play over the thin tip of Monty's cock before pulling back down towards his sheath. He cupped Monty's tight balls in his palm, eliciting a squeak of bliss that vibrated around his shaft. The heavy orbs tensed, a dribble of pre leaking down onto Evan's chest. He pressed in harder with his tongue, Monty's ass quivering as he ground in ever so slightly, the taut edges mashing down against the textured tip of his tongue. He could feel the muscles tense and pull in Monty's tail as it squirmed in his grip.

Groaning, Monty pushed his rump back against Evan's face even as he continued to suckle at his quivering cock. He savored the salty warmth and drank in his needy musk as his nose bumped against his swollen balls.

The tongue teasing his ass made his cock jerk in Evan's grip. He teasingly prodded at Evan's ass, one finger becoming two that pushed against and then spread out the tender entrance. His whiskers twitched. He could feel how much Evan wanted it. He ground in with his slick fingers pressure dancing back and forth, sending little shockwaves of pleasure out that made Evan's fur stand on end. Then, slowly, insistently, his fingers slid inside of the tugging hot tunnel and Evan's cock jerked in his sucking muzzle, pulsing out a warm rivulet of pre down his sucking gullet.

They ground their bodies together in a tangle of fur and heat as Bob Ross looked over them and painted happy little trees. Every motion was amplified, every shudder felt and then reciprocated. Monty ran his hands through the dust-colored fur on Evan's thighs, rocking his weight back and forth. Evan pulled up at Monty's tail, slathering his bared hole in prodding affection while pumping faster and faster at his turgid shaft.

Evan's hooves scrabbled back against the loose orange fabric of the sofa cover, hips thrusting up into Evan's warm slick muzzle as his insides boiled, passion rising up like a knot in his stomach. He let go of Monty's tail, fingers spread on either side of his rump, pulling his cheeks apart and burying his snout in the crack. He surged forward with his tongue, tight ring resisting for just a moment before he slipped inside, tongue squirming as Monty ground around him.

Monty let out a garbled gulk, back of his throat wrapping around the head of Evan's shaft even as his own began to thrum, pressure rising within him, balls tightening. He tugged with his two fingers in Evan's ass, feeling the ring squeeze them together in halting tugs, cock arcing up in his muzzle as he huffed out against his balls while they twitched.

Evan's eyes drew into horizontal slits, his fingers digging into Monty's rump cheeks as the passion burst inside of him. He rocked his hips, cock jerking out thick, salty splashes of seed into Monty's waiting gullet.

Monty's own cock tightened and jerked in his grip before erupting, splattering hot dollops of cum down against Evan's chest and belly as the walls of his ass clenched in desperate fits around Evan's twisting tongue. Monty writhed, body suffused in pleasure, tail curling back as he came, halting jerks of searing pleasure growing farther and further apart.

Evan's orgasm was unflagging, thick cock jerking out wave after wave of hot male essence. Monty pulled back, cum dripping from his lips even as he slid another finger into Evan's wildly clenching ass. He wrapped his other paw around the pulsing shaft and pumped wildly up and down, opening his muzzle and letting the spurts of jizzum splash against his hungry muzzle. He continued on for a full minute, milking Evan for every last drop before the horny goat rabbit's hips finally stopped rocking and the halting spurts slowed.

After a few moments, Monty turned around, tail moving lethargically before he collapsed onto Evan's chest.

"Merry Christmas," Evan panted, still winded from their exertion. He combed his fingers through the fur between Monty's twitching ears.

Bob ross smiled at the both of them, showing his completed winter landscape, with a vibrant blue sky and a cozy little cottage insulated from the cold.

Monty didn't reply immediately. He let his head rest on Evan's chest and listened to his slowing breaths for a moment.

"Thank you," he replied softly. "Like, really. This last year has sucked. There's a deadly invisible virus, the government is run by mad idiots, and they took 'The Office' off of Netflix," he sighed as his mind wandered over the year in review. "Australia and California burned down . . ."

"Don't forget the murder hornets," Evan pitched in.

"Yeah. Those too . . ." Monty buried his face in the nape of Evan's neck and sighed. "But Evan . . ."

"Yeah?"

"I'm really glad that I got to spend it with you. You made this year suck a lot less," Monty finished as Evan wrapped an arm around him.

Evan paused for a few slow breaths before responding. "Yeah, this year has been a fucking dumpster fire." He stared up at the ceiling, one arm holding Monty tight against him. "But I'm happy I got to spend it with you too."

They laid there together as commercials played between episodes, not bothering to skip them as impossibly cheerful people tried to sell them cars, masks, weight loss solutions, and life insurance.

"Alright." Monty finally pushed himself up, grimacing as he looked down at his matted fur. "I'm going to go take a shower." He stretched his back, tail wriggling behind him. "And it's your week to clean the living room."

"What? Now?" Evan rolled his eyes. "Can't it wait until tomorrow?"

"No. You know how time works these days. Tomorrow could be weeks away." Monty strode towards the bathroom. "Tell you what: if you take the cover off and throw it in the wash, I'll put a new one on while you shower after me."

Evan narrowed his rectangular pupils "On one condition . . ."

Monty sighed and turned back to face him.

"What?"

"You've got to order in something. I'm starved," Evan finished, propping himself up against the edge of the couch.

"Dude, it's Christmas Eve." Monty shook his head.

"Yeah," Evan agreed. "Get Chinese. It's like a tradition."

Monty sighed. "Fine. You want lemon chicken?"

"You know it!" Evan smiled back at him, still laying back on the stained sofa.

Monty rolled his eyes, even as the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile.

He stepped into the bathroom, flicking on the brights and closing the door. He turned on the water and let it warm up before pulling the checkered curtain closed behind him and letting the hot water spill over his body.

It actually felt surprisingly good running through his fur.

He took the shampoo and experimentally rubbed some against his chest, surprised as the amount of suds gave him a temporary foam brassier.

He thought to himself of all the awful things he'd seen this year, but in the background of every memory was Evan there with him.

Even if the year sucked, at least he had someone to share it with.