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Sparkling Rainbow Pride Water

By: MisstressChange

The packed crowd of the city's pride celebration finally thinned out as Terry, Samantha, Brad, and Nina staggered down the road far from where the parade was initially held. All four of them looked as exhausted as they felt. Each girl clung to their boyfriend for support. However, their boyfriends looked like they might collapse without the added weight. They soldiered on regardless.

Terry and Samantha were maned wolves. They had been happily together for years and even moved in together. Their apartment was a cozy little place not too far from the city core and was the quartet's next destination now that the fun had ended and the sun was setting. The two panted steadily from the sweltering late June day, Samantha more than Terry.

Brad and Nina were cheetahs, and while Brad had only been with Nina since last summer, Nina quickly fell in with Brad's friend group, becoming a perfect final piece to their four-piece puzzle. The two still lived with their parents in the suburbs, a smart financial move considering the market.

Terry and Samantha had invited the two to stay the night. Being so close to the parade, it was the most logical decision considering how lousy public transit was. They dragged each other by closely linked arms behind the maned wolves.

They originally began the celebration as a group of five. The whole reason they had come out was the fifth person who was no longer present. The four of them had been invited.

Brad and Terry's lifelong friend, Mike, came out as transgender the year before. Now preferring to be called Michelle, the deer wanted to celebrate her coming out and the first anniversary of transitioning at the pride festival. The four also came out...to support her. Now, she was off partying with her new, 'queer friends,' as she put it, leaving the four to shuffle off to the apartment.

"How much further is it?" Groaned Nina.

"Few...more...blocks...." Terry answered between pants. The two cheetahs let out painful moans, growling just a touch. Sam continued to pant literally like a dog. Terry licked his chops to wet his lips, only to find his tongue as dry as the air he breathed.

They crossed an intersection with a few other pedestrians, stopping at the corner to look up at a grocery store. A small Hole Foods took up a corner portion of the city block. Terry and Sam had been inside a few times but always found the prices too high even without the rising inflation rates.

Terry stared at the sign and tongued his dry mouth. They all imagined how the AC would feel when they stepped in, practically feeling the rejuvenating cool air on their fur. "Can we grab a few bottles of water?" Terry asked. The others gave him an immediate and resounding "Fuck, yes!"

Nina let go of Brad and bolted into the store like the cheetah she was. The boys watched her go, spotted tail lashing from her well-filled jean shorts. Sam shoved Terry and followed after Nina, her long, long legs rising into a pair of hot pink fly shorts. The boys tailed her inside, where Nina was standing in the doorway, basking in the continual downpour of chilled air. Her spotted yellow fur ruffled along with her light flannel blouse.

"Gogogo." Samantha urged impatiently, shoving her palms on the girl's shoulder blades. She gave way and the other two scrambled inside, joining their girlfriends in the refreshing atmosphere.

"Oh, my god. That's so much better." Brad commented, a look of pure relief on his face. The four stood around for a moment, collecting themselves. Purrs emanated from the two cheetahs, and the wolves fanned the cool air with their wagging tails.

"Can I help you find anything?" A fox asked from the small floral section next to them. He wore the store's uniform and a name tag spelling: 'Ryan.'

"Yeah, uh," Brad huffed. "Could you point us to the bottled water, please?" The fox pointed to a display amidst the produce section, his gaze following his finger. It was a unit of circular wooden shelves held in place by a galvanized metal pole rising through each center from the polished concrete floor into the low-hanging ceiling.

Clear, plastic water bottles stocked the shelves, forming a ring on each shelf's outer edge. A rainbow label adorned each bottle, all identical. The four mammals looked on thirstily. Terry licked his dry lips again.

"That's all we got left." The fox mentioned. "Pride goers cleared out the rest of the bottled water, if you can believe it." Sam sniffed at the fact.

"Yeah, I can believe it," she said. "Whatever. Water is water. It'll hydrate all the same."

"We have a fountain by the washrooms if you ne-" Nina sharply cut off the fox.

"Hell, no! I only drink bottled or filtered." The cheetah derided, already striding over to the display, her long tail swaying with self-importance. Brad looked at the fox and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Sorry about that. She gets this way when she's...tired." The fox just shrugged his shoulders and returned to his task of spritzing the bouquets with a large spray bottle. The three others joined Nina at the shelves, taking a bottle in their furry hands. The colorful rainbow labels stood out loudly in their grasp. The Hole Foods logo split the rainbow with its white circular background. Underneath the logo, blocky text described the simple product as 'Sparkling Rainbow Pride Water". The four of them shared unamused glances.

"I'm starting to understand what Michelle is talking about when she goes on about how pride has become so corporatized." Sam quipped. The others sniffed and grunted in agreement. It wasn't just the water. As they looked around the place, they started to recognize how many rainbows and pride flags of all stripes were hung up around the store. It looked like a pride-themed bomb had gone off in the store, its flag and streamer shrapnel leaving the store in LGBT disarray. The decorations made the already cramped and discordant store appear even more so.

"Yeah, no kidding," Brad added. Terry flipped the bottle around in his hand but stopped when he read the slogan accompanying the barcode and fine print on the back of the label. "From straight to gay, in less than a day," He read aloud. He frowned at what he had just read. "So, what? Are they implying that this water makes you gay?" He scoffed at the words the moment they left his mouth.

"Guess you've been drinking some already, eh?" Brad jeered, giving Terry a few jabs in the ribs with his elbow. Terry turned and gave him a playful shove, the two giggling as they horse played. Sam rolled her eyes at them.

"You two look like you've both been guzzling that shit." She added sassily, crossing her arms. A series of soft crackles came from behind the boys as Nina opened her bottle and tipped it to her mouth.

The three watched her guzzle half the bottle in front of them. When she concluded, she twisted the cap back on and gazed up at them, burping out her nose. She wiped her mouth with her wrists, smearing the rainbow face paint she got earlier that day. Her face scrunched up at the gawking mammals.

"What? I'm fucking thirsty. It's not like this is actually gonna do anything. Stop being stupid, and let's go pay." The cheetah retook the lead, and the four walked up to the nearest cashier. A greying, tired-looking mountain lion was tending the till. She watched them as they approached from the produce section, bottles in hand. She eyed their items, and a knowing grin flourished across her face.

"Find everything you need, dearies?" she asked, her voice somewhat raspy, like that of someone needing to clear their throat.

"Yeah, thanks," Terry replied, setting his bottle at the end of the rubber conveyor belt. The others did the same. The greying cougar looked over them as she scanned the bottles and her smile faded into a smirk.

"Thirsty, are we?" she asked.

"You have no idea," Sam answered laboriously, hand on her hip.

"Well, it is a hot one today, for sure." The cougar noticed the rainbow paint on Nina's cheeks. "Did you three enjoy the festivities?"

"Yeah, they were pretty wild." Said Brad.

"Lots of fun. Plus, we got to support our friend, Michelle. She seemed quite happy about it." Terry added. The cougar grunted a raspy 'awe.'

"That's very sweet of you, dearies." She cooed, tapping a few buttons on the register. "That'll be five twenty-five, please." Terry started at the sudden request for payment and reached into his cargo shorts for his wallet. The black leather binding flipped open in his hands, and he pulled out two five-dollar bills. The cougar took them from him and popped open the register, placing them inside and taking the change owed.

"There you go, hun." She said, pouring the coins into Terry's open paw.

"Thank you." He replied, stuffing the coins and his wallet into his pocket. The four all took their bottles. Nina immediately unscrewed hers and took another sip.

"The pleasure is all mine. Are you going to tomorrow's celebration?" The cougar asked.

"I don't think so," Brad answered.

"Today was exhausting enough." Added Sam. "Plus, it's supposed to be even hotter."

"Fair enough, my dear." The cougar leaned against the counter with both hands, the apron of her uniform brushing against it. She spoke a little louder so the four could hear her as they turned to walk away. "Just in case you...change your mind about tomorrow. Make sure to bring some extra water. Wouldn't want you to go dehydrated."

"Will do," Terry answered back. "Have a nice day!" He briefly lifted his arm behind him as a quick goodbye gesture and followed the others out the door. The cougar watched them go, a mischievous twinkle in her deep amber eyes, watching them as they cracked open their bottles and guzzled them down outside the store's automatic doors, Nina finishing the last of hers.

"Drink up, dearies." She murmured to herself. "Every last drop."

Refreshed and renewed, the remaining walk home no longer felt as brutal as the four initially thought it would be. They walked along the city block of their concrete jungle, chatting in stride. The water they had purchased had long been consumed, their plastic vessels recycled in the proper receptacles. Before long, they found themselves in the shade of Terry and Samantha's apartment building.

"I wonder what Michelle's getting up to with her friends," Brad said curiously, waiting for one of the maned wolves to get their key fobs out. Their newly out doe friend clearly had far more energy than the four. Brad figured she'd still be up to adventures all through the night.

"I _don't_want to wonder what she's getting up to," Sam remarked. The deer had always been into some kinky stuff, going to rowdy parties and enjoying a life she had been depriving herself of for so long. She also had the habit of sharing far too much of it with her friends.

"Ahh, she's probably off laying some pipe. Or...having said pipe laid on her. Whatever she's in the mood for. Typical Michelle." Nina said, knowing the deer well, even after less than a year. The others snorted chuckles out their noses at her comments as Terry finally fished the fob out of his shorts.

With a quick swipe and a chime from the intercom speaker, the glass door to the lobby clicked, and Sam yanked it open, holding it as her friends filed through. They passed through the granite-floored, tile-walled room, straight for the elevators, packing themselves into the first to arrive at their beck and call of the button.

"Please hold the door!" A female voice echoed from across the lobby, shrill and pleading.

The four looked out to see a white mink in a tight blue cocktail dress hobbling across the foyer, high heels clicking against its polished floor. Brad was the first to notice how well her dress hugged her curvy body, the lower hem ending so far up her fuzzy thighs, her ample bosom nearly spilling out of the top. He gladly threw his arm in the way of the closing steel door, forcing it to stop and open again.

The mink's purse slapped against the door as she passed by it, squeezing in front of Brad and Terry. "Thank you." She said, turning around to face the door as it began to close again. The boys got a perfect view of the lady's rear and tail, which lazily swayed behind her. They lowered their eyes as far as they could to steal a glance, not daring to tilt their heads lest their significant others notice.

"No problem," Brad replied kindly.

She stuck a finger out and pressed the 'five' button. Its red backlight came to life, and the door started closing again. Terry hit the 'seven,' and the elevator's occupants all started as it lurched to life. The four noticed the strong scent of the mink's perfume as it diffused into the enclosed space. Sam and Nina turned to each other and rolled their eyes, taking in the pungent fragrance.

The elevator came to a soft stop at floor five with a *ding!*, and the door slid open. The mink bid them a short farewell and stepped out into the hallway. Sam watched the guys as their heads cocked to the side, their eyes following the beautiful mammal as she wandered away from them. She turned to Nina to share an unimpressed look with the girl but went utterly stone-faced when she saw the cheetah nibbling on her lower lip following the boys' gaze.

Nina noticed Sam's eyes on her and turned to look at the she-wolf. She gave her head a quick shake. "Her, uh, dress was pretty cute, eh?" She mentioned, shuffling guiltily in place.

"Yeah..." Sam agreed incredulously. The door to the elevator slid shut, snapping the two girls free of their awkward tension. "She could go a little easy on the perfume, though." The wolf added with a sassy tone. Nina snickered through her teeth.

"Yeah."

The elevator stopped on their floor, and the four walked down the hallway to their apartment. Terry stopped at '704' and pulled out his key, unlocking the deadbolt. Exhausted and heat-stroked, the two couples let out relieved sighs as they entered the well-kept, air-conditioned unit. Terry closed the door behind them and joined the tired mammals in the living area.

They all flopped down on the sectional couch surrounding the wall-mounted LCD tv, Sam with Terry, and Nina with a brad. They snuggled lethargically with their partners while they sunk into the couch's comfortable cushions. Terry reached for the remote on the coffee table the best he could, with his girlfriend practically laying on top of him.

Nina curled up in Brad's muscular arms, nuzzling her body into him to soak in his virile male scent. However, his scent didn't smell as warm and inviting as it had earlier in the day. As a matter of fact, it repulsed her a little. She frowned and blew it off as some body odor from the day's hot activities. That still didn't alleviate her offended senses.

"What do you guys wanna watch?" Terry said, flicking through the plethora of streaming services.

An hour and a half into the spy movie the four finally decided on, Nina was visibly uncomfortable. Arms crossed and shoulders pulled up close to her head, she endured the vigorous male odor stabbing at her nose.

She found it rather strange, too. Even on the hottest and most humid days, Brad would never smell this...bad to her. What's more, it wasn't just her nose that seemed off, but her eyes. Throughout the movie, her attraction to the handsome tiger actor that portrayed the main character degraded into apathy. Instead, her eyes had gravitated to the beautiful gazelle actress that played his love interest, studying her curves and how they moved in her outfits.

She was starting to get a little worried. If a little aroused.

Her eyes struggled to break contact with the actress as the star undressed her, pre-empting the movie's obligatory sex scene. She moved her gaze across the room to see Terry and Sam, separated on their end of the couch. An hour and a half ago, they had been lying on top of each other. Now, Terry sat up, back against the couch's backrest, feet up on the coffee table. Samantha was lying on her belly across from him, cradling her head on her folded arms, resting them on the sectional's armrest.

They both gazed up at the screen, wide-eyed. Terry looked almost in shock, and Sam looked mildly confused. Sam bit her bottom lip as her eyes flittered across the screen. Terry winced and averted his eyes. They locked with Nina, and he hastily broke eye contact, wearing a confused frown.

As the sex scene progressed from undressing to lovemaking, Nina felt Brad's arm retreat from her shoulders. She turned to look at him, watching and feeling as he shuffled away from her a little. She cocked an eyebrow at him. Usually, he'd be teasing her as they watched two attractive mammals act out PG-13 sex on screen. This behavior was quite the opposite, and out of character for him. She cocked an eyebrow in his direction, and he took notice.

"I'm...getting pretty hot...." He said, excusing himself. Typically, she would have answered back with a sassy, "Yeah, you are," before giving him a few playful rakes of her claws. But honestly, she was glad to be free of his hold...and scent. Her heart beat faster as she looked over her awkwardly acting boyfriend. Not because she saw something she liked, but rather because she didn't.

"Yeah, same..." She quietly replied.

Brad turned away from her to Terry, who looked up from his thoughts to return his gaze. Nina watched as they looked one another over like they were undressing each other with their eyes. Terry noticed Nina watching her and quickly shook his head before returning to the movie. Brad turned back to Nina, who stared back at him nervously.

"Something wrong...babe?" He hesitated in calling her 'babe,' and Nina squinted at him, suspicion gaining purchase. She took another glance over the room, stopping on Sam. Nina's eyes journeyed up the maned wolf's long slender legs, then traced over her round bottom, trying to peek up her fly shorts. They followed the curves of her arched back up to her gorgeous mane and pointed pierced ears. To Nina, she looked like a painting.

Everybody was acting so...strange, Nina thought. She was definitely feeling strange. The cheetah stared out the living room window at the skyline beyond, gears turning in her head. Did someone slip them something at the pride celebration? Or, maybe...

"No..."

She thought back to the grocery store, the water they drank, and what the label on the bottle had said. From straight to gay, in less than a day...Impossible! She stood up and headed for the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" She heard Terry ask from behind her. When she turned her head to answer him, she found all three of the lounging mammals with their attention on her. Sam's eyes were floating about Nina's body while the boys stared up at her face. Nina scrunched her eyebrows up at them with concern.

"I've...got to go to the bathroom." She replied hesitantly. Her attention was drawn to the she-wolf and her leering. The boys shrugged and when back to the movie. Nina turned back to the bathroom, feeling Sam's eyes all over her as she went.

The cheetah shut the door behind her the second she entered the bathroom. She rushed to the sink, turning the cold water on to splash water on her face. Once her fur was soaked through, she grabbed the hand towel hanging off to the side and dapped at her dripping face. She looked up at her reflection, heart racing in a panic. What if she was right? What if that water she drank worked? The others drank it too. Were they feeling the same as her? She remembered how Sam had been looking at her, and the boys had looked at each other.

"Oh my god. Are we...actually?...."

She shuddered. Wracked with anxiety and with panic taking over her senses, she went to scoop the running water up with cupped hands and slurped it up. She figured she could try to dilute this cursed water with good old tap variety, maybe even help it pass through her system. All she could do was hope...hope that this would work and that she wasn't just going crazy.

She stopped gathering water and took a deep breath. "Ok, Nina, You're fine. Stop being ludicrous. You're just...heat stroked, or something...." Her head turned toward the door. Perhaps...a good nap would set her straight...yeah...

A nap...

Sam had already gone back to watching the movie since Nina excused herself, although she hadn't paid much attention to it. Her mind was clouded with images of Nina and how she looked in her shorts and tank top. It was odd to think of her friend in that manner. She hadn't before, and why did Terry's musk smell so...repulsive. He hadn't smelled that way earlier when they got home. What had changed?

The water they drank back at the Hole Foods snapped into memory. She smirked and let a snort out her nose. The idea of water changing someone's sexual orientation humored her. However, as the gazelle actress appeared on the TV once more, the smirk on her face quickly faded.

Her ears perked at the sound of the bathroom door opening. She looked over to see a nervous wreck of a cheetah step out. Her arms were cradled under her bosom, and her shoulders were pushed up.

"You ok, Nina?" Sam asked. Nina scratched her arm, clearly on edge.

"I, uh...don't feel so well, heat stroke, I think. I'm just going to lay down on your bed for a bit. If that's alright?" Sam's eyebrows rose in concern.

"Yeah...sure. Do you want some water?" She was already starting to get up to go to the fridge for a bottle when Nina waved Sam's offer away with a hand.

"N-no, that's alright...I got some in the washroom." With that, Nina strode off to the bedroom, closing the door once inside. Sam watched her go, eyebrow cocked.

"Got some from the washroom...." She murmured to herself. "She must feel terrible if she's willing to drink tap water." The wolf looked to Brad, thinking he'd already be up to check on her. Instead, it appeared the two boys were too busy eye fucking each other from across the sectional to notice. Sam frowned at the cheetah. "Jeez, Brad. Are you going to check up on your girlfriend?" Her voice was stern and disapproving. Brad looked up from Terry to her.

"Hmm?" he grunted, unaware of the goings-on around him. Sam scoffed at him.

"Never mind." She stood up from her place. "I'll check on her since you're too stricken with worry to get up." There was glaring sarcasm in her voice, and she scoffed again as she passed by the TV. "Males..."

The maned wolf reached the bedroom door and gave it a few soft knocks before turning the handle. When it opened, she was met with the sight of Nina, sitting on the end of their queen-sized bed, hunched over, arms folded across her lap.

The cheetah turned her face up to the wolf, and her tail twitched. Sam's tail waged in response, and she smiled warmly at the girl. Nina gave her a nervous smile in return.

"Hey." She mewled. Sam stepped into the room, closed the door, and leaned back on it.

"Hey..." Sam began with an empathetic yet suspicious tone. "Heat stroke, huh?" Nina replied with a pleading look. Like she had a secret that desperately needed telling. She looked away from the wolf and whined anxiously, pursing her lips. Sam sighed through her nose. "Soooo...not heat stroke then?" Nina nodded while averting Sam's gaze.

Sam stood back up straight and walked over to the foot of the bed. "I think I might have an idea mattress shifted about what's wrong." She took a seat next to Nina, making the cheetah bob up and down as the weight between them. "But maybe you can tell me what you think is wrong?"

Samantha had her suspicions about what was happening to herself, to all of them. The pieces were falling into place, but to avoid sounding crazy to either of them, she needed Nina to say it first. To confirm her theory.

Nina brought her palms to her face, resting her elbows in her lap. She let out a groan and a sigh before letting her hands fall away from her face. "This is going to sound crazy, Sam. I'm...going to sound crazy and ridiculous."

"I don't think you'll sound as crazy as you think...Go on." Sam reassured. Nina took a long deep breath before continuing.

"I think...I think..." Nina struggled to form a sentence out of fear of coming across as a total nutcase. Sam put a hand on her shoulder in support of her friend. "I think...that water we drank at the Hole Foods...I think the label was telling the truth!"

The cheetah had fear written all over her face, fear that she might be right, that she could lose her boyfriend, and that her life would be forever changed. Sam, on the other hand, remained calm. She even looked relieved. She knew now that they were on the same wavelength; only Sam had accepted what was happening to her--taking her fate in strides. It wouldn't be the end of the world for her.

"Oh, thank god, it's not just me." Sam sighed, running her other hand through her mane and over her ears. Nina's round ears perked, and her tail twitched, her face brightening a touch.

"You feel it too, yeah?" The cheetah's demeanor lifted like thick cloud cover after a storm. The end of her tail lifted off the bed, and her hands gripped the side of it excitedly.

"Yeah," Sam affirmed. "It started with Terry's scent. It started to smell...wrong."

"Yeah! Nina agreed wholeheartedly. "Same here with Brad!"

"Then I noticed how...nice the actresses looked in that movie-"

"And how bland the guys started to look!" Nina exclaimed, cutting Sam off. Sam chuckled.

"Exactly." The maned wolf added. The two girl's smiling eyes met for a brief moment before they forced themselves to look away. In that brief moment, neither felt alone with their new feelings. They sat in serine silence until Nina spoke up again.

"So...you think that water really is turning us...gay?" Sam laughed at the absurdity of what the cheetah just said, even if it appeared to be the case.

"Well, lesbian, technically. And I don't know, but that water we all drank seems to be the common denominator." Nina giggled, absentmindedly tugging at her chest fur. The she-wolf always had a very reasonable way of explaining things. It comforted her, considering their situation.

She watched Sam lean back against her arms. The wolf sighed to herself as she crossed her long legs. "I don't suppose it's necessarily a bad thing. What happens, happens. It's just...I still love Terry, and...I wouldn't want to grow...unfond of him." Her eyes winced as a streak of sadness marred her black muzzled face.

Nina hadn't thought of that yet. She had been so shocked at what had been happening to herself that she forgot all about the prospect of no longer finding Brad attractive. His toned body and boyish charm no longer sparked her imagination as they had hours prior. She forgot how repulsed she had been by his simple affections on the couch.

"Oh, God. You're right!" She looked away from Sam to contemplate. "This can't be right." She added. "Stuff like this doesn't just happen. We must be suffering from some sort of... severe heat stroke. Or we were drugged by someone at pride!" She tugged at one of her round ears anxiously.

Sam sat up straight and took the girl's free hand in her own to calm her. "Hey, hey, hey. I'm sure everything will be alright." Nina pulled her hand away from Sam's to brush a stray tear from her eye. She sniffled and took a deep breath.

"I, uh...drank a bunch of water in the bathroom." She paused to swallow against her tight throat. "Do you think maybe it helped? Like, when you drink water at a party, so you don't get too drunk?" She wiped another tear from her eye and took a deep breath. She appeared to be settling down.

"Uh, maybe, Nina. I have no idea how this stuff works. For all we know, we _are_just suffering from heat stroke. I don't know how we'd know for sure." Sam was surprised when Nina let out a giggle, which the cheetah quickly tried to stifle with the back of her hand. Her big blue eyes looked into Sam's hard brown ones. She looked like a schoolgirl crushing on the latest guy.

"There's_one_ way we could...know for sure," Nina said. Her voice was giddy like she was telling a joke, but the sensual undertones told Sam she was probing to see how far she might take what she was about to propose.

"How?" Sam replied, rather deadpanned. She knew precisely what the cheetah was getting at. Once again, she wanted her to say it first.

"We could...kiss." She lingered on the word 'kiss,' adding a sultry edge to the word while maintaining a pretense of bashfulness. She blinked her big blue eyes at the wolf.

Sam blinked, then blinked again. "Uhh..." was all she could utter. Suddenly, she noticed the heavy scent of female permeating the air. Nina's was quite pleasant to Sam. It nestled smoothly and softly into her nose, making her feel calm and relaxed. It was intoxicating.

Nina let out a momentary coo and looked down at the wolf's hands, which she was once again holding in hers. "Have you ever kissed another girl before?" she asked innocently, staring back into Sam's ever-softening eyes.

"N-no. I haven't." She confessed. The wolf's eyes flittered over Nina's face, resting on the girl's black feline lips.

"I have," Nina admitted. "I made out with a girl at a party right after high school. I was pretty drunk, and I don't remember it much, but I remember it being nice at the moment. Ever since then, I've always wanted to give it at least a try sober." She shifted a little closer to Sam. Sam was blushing hard under her fur.

"You've always been a great friend to me since Brad and I got serious. I guess, in a way, I admire how strong you are as a person. You're calm and collected under pressure; I wish I could be like that. Plus...your legs always look..._really_nice in shorts." Her gaze floated over Sam's pink shorts, her legs' long rust red fur lowering into black, stocking-like patterns at her shins and feet.

"I suppose...if I were to kiss a girl again...I would like it to be yo-"

Sam's lips cut off Nina, suddenly planting themselves on hers. The cheetah's eyes went wide, then slid closed, letting the world black out around her as she leaned into Sam's embrace.

Smooch after smooch, their lips eased overtop of each other. The soft smacking sounds of their lips were suddenly the only noises emanating throughout the quiet room apart from their trembling breaths. Instinctively, Nina's hands rose to gently grip Sam's shoulders, her forearms resting on the wolf's breasts. Sam's hand traveled up Nina's leg and hip to rest on her waist. Her other hand passed beside Nina's arms so she could caress the cheetah's face. Sam stroked her thumb over Nina's soft facial fur, still damp from the water and tears from earlier.

Their worries steadily faded far away from them. Soon, only the two of them existed in that space, sharing this blissful moment. It felt right. It felt...perfect. It was like they were always made to enjoy each other's company in this way, in the way their boyfriends had. Only they never truly understood until now.

Then, they stopped, almost forcing themselves to pull away from the other. They opened their eyes to gaze into the others, twinkling sparks of joy lighting up all four.

"I liked that," Nina said in nearly a whisper. Her hands had slid down to hold Sam's arms now.

"Yeah...me too," Sam added with trembling breath. Nina closed her eyes and nuzzled her face into Sam's hand. She opened them before speaking again.

"Would you like to...keep going?" She looked on with yearning, letting Sam know how much she wanted to continue. Sam nodded, shaking her head up and down in excited rapid bursts.

"Y-yeah..." Sam stammered out. She let her hand fall away from Nina's face so it could wrap around the cheetah's waist. Nina's arms passed under the wolf's arms and wrapped around her back. She turned in her seat and pulled her legs up, folding them beneath her making it easier to lean into Sam. They both wanted to be as close together as possible.

Their eyes closed, and the two brought their lips to meet again. The kissing became far more intense this time. Their heads tenderly dipped and bopped back and forth as they made out. The sound of smacking, sucking, and cooing filled the air around them as much as their feminine scents.

Sam pulled her leg up onto the bed as Nina did, leaving her other hanging off the side. Nina's hands grabbed fistfuls of Sam's tank top. Sam's hand squeezed Nina's sides. Eventually, Sam's hands found their way down to Nina's hips, promising to soon reach around to the cheetah's rear.

Nina broke their embrace, and the two shared a few excited giggles, keeping their muzzles close.

"This is fun," Sam murmured. "I really like kissing you."

"Same," Nina replied, stifling another giggle. Sam snorted from her nose and smiled. Then the two's lips met again.

They didn't kiss long before Nina's lips sunk below Sam's. She kissed along the underside of the wolf's jaw until she found her way to Sam's neck. Sam's head tilted back and to the side as Nina pecked her. The cheetah nibbled on her neck with her sharp teeth. Sam softly gasped and let a tiny moan slip out.

Nina leaned further into Sam, pushing up with her folded legs. It was enough for Sam to reach Nina's tight feline bottom and grope it through her jean shorts. Nina squealed into Sam's neck fur and reached down with one of her own to cop a good feel of her new lover. Both arched their backs, and their tails twitched and wagged ecstatically behind them.

Sam took her hands off Nina's ass and forced the lusty cheetah off of her. She had other intentions. Nina looked at her with some confusion, and Sam returned with a warm smile.

"Lay down," Sam instructed. "I want to be closer to you." Nina's mouth curled into a smile of her own, but her eyes flickered to the side, and her smile began to sag like she had remembered something troubling.

"What about the boys?" She asked. "What if they come in?" Sam's smirk grew a tad more mischievous.

"I think they'll be a little occupied, hun. After all, they drank from the same bottles we did."

Nina's smile returned, taking on the same cheeky curl Sam's bared. The wolf needn't say more. She pushed herself further up the bed and let herself fall back onto its comfortable sheets with her arms spread by her sides.

Sam climbed onto it and joined the girl, crawling up to her like a predator stalking her prey. She slung her leg over Nina's and bent down to continue kissing her lover. Nina took a caressing hold on Sam's face and cooed happily into Sam's mouth, effortlessly nestling into her role as a bottom.

Sam's hand pressed firmly into the bedspread next to Nina's face for support, and the other roughly gripped Nina's thigh. Nina squeaked like a mouse caught in a trap, making Sam's tail flap furiously back and forth. Sam placed herself in her role as the top as firmly as she gripped the cheetah's thigh. She let out a playful snicker, reveling in it.

It had been a few minutes since the girls had vanished into the bedroom. Brad and Terry were still lounging on the couch, watching the tail end of their movie. Neither had said much in that time--both half-expected Samantha to return and join them. Terry, in a way, was glad she hadn't. Her scent had become...uncomfortable to be around, strangely enough.

The longer they were alone, the more the smell of females dissipated the shorter the gap between them on the sectional had become. Each boy began in one of the couch's two corners but had absentmindedly inched closer to its middle, now taking up cushions right next to each other.

Terry sniffed the air, noticing something new floating about. It was the scent of a male mammal. He never really noticed a male's scent before. Not in this way. It smelled...powerful, virulent. It reminded him of the locker rooms in high school. Back then, he merely tolerated it. Now...it was rather pleasant.

He gazed over at Brad, who, noticing him looking his way, returned said gaze. They looked over each other before Brad spoke up.

"What's up?" He asked curiously. Terry's heart raced a little from the way he asked the question. He'd asked it in the same tone he'd ask a girl he was interested in.

"Are you...wearing a new cologne today?" Terry asked cautiously. Brad shrugged his shoulders.

"No. Why?"

"Well, it's just...you smell really good...." Brad cocked an eyebrow at this.

"Thanks? Yeah, I didn't put anything on today...." He swallowed hard before adding, "You, uh, smell pretty good too."

Terry chuckled, mouth closed.

"Thanks." He smiled coyly and looked into Brad's lavender eyes. Brad looked back but would periodically break eye contact out of awkward shyness. It was a new feeling for Brad, shyness. He had always been so outgoing and charismatic, pulling the ladies in hand over fist. Why did Terry's prying eyes make him feel so...shy?

He noticed Terry shuffle closer to him. "What are you doing?" He asked the wolf. Terry pulled his arms up behind his head, interlocking his fingers so his head would cradle in his hands.

"I dunno. You smell good, so...I just...want to be closer to you...I guess." Terry's eyes switched between the TV and the cheetah beside him. Brad's heart beat faster. Was Terry....coming on to him? And...did he like that? The maned wolf was inching closer and closer to him. Brad tensed as he got closer, ands terry got less than a cushion away, he subtly leaned in the opposite direction.

A part of him wanted so badly to lean toward him, to get closer to his friend's intoxicating musk, but he shook that feeling out with a shiver and tried to focus on the film, which was futile. His head was swimming in terry's scent. His heart pounded in his chest. It was like nothing he had felt before--the longing for another male's scent.

His eyes closed. He took a deep breath, only drawing more of Terry's unique aroma into his nose. It was so strong now. The wolf was almost right on top of the cheetah. Brad found his body shifting toward the wolf, the world around them silent as their legs touched together.

Brad shivered, his fur prickling, then he felt the warm furry body of his lifelong friend press against his. The cheetah melted into Terry, finally letting go and allowing himself to nestle side by side with the wolf.

Terry turned his head and nuzzled Brad's neck fur. "Mmmmm, you smell even better up close." Brad heard Terry's long rapid sniffs clearly in his round ears. It made him snicker. His face turned, and his chin planted itself on Terry's head.

The cheetah took in a long breath of Terry's head fur, where his mane began its journey down his neck and back. Terry felt Brad's muscular arm wrap around his waist, then his body being pulled tighter to Brad's.

Terry gave a nervous chuckle and cuddled into Brad's body warmth. He brought his free hand across to feel the cheetah's chest, running it flat over his pecks and abs, then tracing the curvature of his muscles with an index finger.

"I-...Isn't this kinda...gay, Terry?" Brad asked nervously, the last of his heterosexuality screaming at him from the back of his mind. Terry stirred and started until he was free enough of Brad's hold to look him face to face. Their muzzles were inches away, close enough to feel the other's breath from their noses.

Terry smirked at brad slyly, his eyes seductively half-lidded. "Yeah? So?" Brad stared at him, unsure where to go from there. He couldn't argue with his friend's logic. So what? However, the second part of Terry's answer struck a nerve, especially in the tone he presented it. "It could get a whole lot gayer if you'd like."

This was true. It could get a whole lot gayer. Brad imagined all the possibilities. They made his heart race faster. He felt himself getting aroused...his cock stiffening. Still, the voice of straight Brad cried out, making him hesitate.

"What about the girls? What if they come back?" Brad asked. Terry scoffed.

"Bro, they've been in there for fifteen minutes. At least one of them should be back by now. I'm sure they're sharing some 'quality time' together." Brad looked away in thought. He remembered the bottled water they drank and what their labels said. He imagined what their girlfriends were possibly doing behind that bedroom door. What if they were...experimenting with each other? Why shouldn't he experiment too? Why shouldn't he at least... give it a try.

"C'mon, bro. Kiss me." Terry said, his voice smooth and coaxing. "We can stop if you don't like it." Brad looked his friend in the eyes. They were sucking him in like hazel-colored quicksand. His heart beat in his ears. The rest of the apartment melted away as he closed his eyes. Without another word, the two boys leaned forward, and for the first time, the two best friends pressed their muzzles together and kissed.

It felt strange at first for both of them. But after a short while, it felt more than natural. It felt...right. They pressed into each other, wanting to get closer. Terry pressed his hand into Brad's chest as his arousal built. They both breathed laboriously through their noses.

The simple sheepish kisses grew ever more voracious as the two loosened up to one another. The speed between kisses hastened. Mouths opened to accept tongues, lips were bitten, and Brad soon felt Terry's hand slide down to his shorts.

Terry groped the cheetah's bulge through his stylish shorts. He was already so hard; they both were. Terry gripped his fingers around the stiff outline of Brad's cock and stroked the boy through his clothes. Brad groaned into their kiss. He wanted to reciprocate.

As if reading his mind, Terry took his hand off Brad's bulge and shifted in his seat. He climbed over Brad, straddling his lap, all without breaking their oral entanglement. Brad's hand was immediately on Terry's crotch. The cheetah's fingers searched out the long rigid member beneath the cargo shorts containing it. He nearly started when he felt it. It was big, bigger than he was, for sure. He had no idea. This was the first time he ever seriously considered his friend's junk.

"Fuck, you're wet," Terry murmured, referring to the wet spot on Brad's shorts from his precum blotting through his boxer briefs. Brad let out a nervous chuckle. The two continued kissing and stroking each other through their shorts. Brad felt Terry's pre starting to soak through now. It would seem the wolf was getting 'wet' as well.

Brad liked how Terry seemed to be taking charge of this whole encounter. It made him feel much more comfortable exploring this brand new side of himself. Nina always wanted him to take the lead. But, now that he was the one being led. He wasn't if he wanted to go back to that.

As Brad embraced his subby bottom side, Terry ground his body against him, inadvertently rubbing their bulges together. He loved being on top of Brad. He loved how subtly nervous all of this was making the cheetah. But, more importantly, he loved how he made the cheetah feel safe enough to push past his nervousness. To open up to exploring each other's bodies. It was a trust only a bonded pair like they could have. Terry felt so in control of everything, giving him a sense of power only Brad could give by letting him take control. The wolf grasped a hold of the charge given to him to guild the two through their first forays into homosexual romance.

He proudly took up his position and role as their new relationship's top and dom.

Terry pulled back from Brad's lips with a final long smooch. He looked the flustered cheetah in his eyes and gave him a confident smirk. His hand took gentle hold of Brad's face and caressed it. His other hand undid the button to Brad's shorts, and he spoke in a gruff, domineering voice that Brad had never heard before.

"How'd you like this to get a...whole...lot...gayer?" A goofy grin spread across Brad's face, and he nodded his head in Terry's hand.

"Bro...Yes, please." He replied, slipping into his role as the bottom.

Nina lay beneath Sam as they sloppily made out. The two had progressed up the bed to the pillows so Nina could rest her head, and Sam's tank top lay on the ground next to Nina's shorts.

They held each other in their arms, as close as they could be to the other. Sam's long leg was wedged between both of Nina's. The cheetah ground herself on it while the wolf pushed in with each grind. Sam felt how wet Nina was through the girl's pink cotton panties with ease.

Previously the cheetah had been filling the silent room with adorable little coos but had since escalated to animalistic groans. Sam knew Nina was terribly aroused because the cheetah was writhing beneath her, practically vibrating. That and the moisture blotting through the crotch of the girl's panties.

The wolf broke their embrace and gave her lover a smug smirk. Nina opened her eyes to see it and released a breathy sigh. Sam learned quickly that Nina loved that expression. It made her melt like ice cream.

"Saaaaaam...just fuck me already." Nina groaned, punctuating her words with a moan as Sam expressly dug her leg into Nina's mound. "Don't make me beg..." Sam raised an eyebrow at this.

"Oh, you'll have to beg, I'm afraid." She said, her voice taking on a dominant growl. Nina let out a ragged groan.

"Please, please, Sam. Fuck me, please." Nina pleaded half-heartedly.

"You'll have to do better than that." Sam teased. "Call me mistress...." Her smirk widened into a grin.

"Please, mistress...Please fuck me. I need it so bad." Nina whined.

"Say it again, Nina. With more-"

"FOR FUCKS SAKE, SAM! JUST STICK YOUR FINGERS OR TONGUE OR SOMETHING IN ME ALREADY!!!" Sam was taken aback by Nina's outburst. But her self-satisfied expression never left her face.

"Alright, alright." Sam teased, stifling a giggle. "Calm your tits, hun. I've got just what you want." Sam shuffled just enough away to allow for the access she needed. Then, she ran her hand down the cheetah's chest, then her belly, then...her sweet, moist flower.

Sam's fingers inched slowly into the warm soaked folds of her lover. Nina gasped at first, then let out a shuddered breath. Sam chuckled a little, stroking slowly through Nina's pussy lips. "Yeah? That better?" She traced perfect circles over Nina's clit with her index finger. "How about now?" Nina let out an *oh!* and an *ah!* in surprised response.

"F-fuckin, f-finally." She managed to say. Sam took that as her cue to move things along. She slipped her middle finger into the girl, delivering sharp gasps and breathy coos to her ears. Adding another finger, she watched her cheetah lover squirm in delight.

Nina sucked and nibbled on her fingers, letting go of Sam to grip the bedsheets with her other hand. Sam withdrew to kneel beside Nina and slipped her bra straps off her shoulders. She yanked the garment down enough for her furry rust-colored D-cups to spill out. Then she continued watching the cheetah squirm and moan at her finger's command.

"Hey, Nina." She beckoned. Nina opened her eyes and gazed up at the wolf's perky breasts. She licked her lips. "You mind?" Sam vaguely asked. They both knew what she meant, and Nina didn't mind at all.

Sam lowered herself next to Nina, jarring her free arm on Terry's pillow for support. Nina's head surged forward, planting her mouth on Sam's nipple closest to her face. She took as much as possible in her petite maw and sucked, grazing the sensitive flesh with her pointed feline teeth.

"Oh, shit." Sam breathed. She nearly cried out when Nina's rough tongue flicked over her hardening nub. "Fuck, Nina. Brad must really like you when you go down on him." Nina replied with a muffled, "mhm," and ran her tongue flat over her lover's teat once more.

Nina's right hand stroked Sam's arm, the one she was using to prop herself up. Her other went for Sam's shorts, intent on stroking something else. Her fingers grazed the bright pink polyester fabric, feeling out the heat between Sam's legs. When she identified what she was looking for, she pressed the tips of her fingers up into Sam's mound.

Sam hummed sweet tunes of delight and bent her right leg upwards to spread them. With better access, Nina thoroughly rubbed her hand into Sam's crotch. Sam released a pent-up moan into the musky air.

"Nina, you're too sweet, dear." Sam groaned. Nina could only answer with a whimper. The cheetah gently raked her claws across Sam's shorts, silently communicating her desires. Sam sniffed and withdrew her matted fingers from her lover to hook a thumb into the waistband hugging her hips. She shifted her hips and pulled the bright garment down her long legs, kicking them the rest of the way off.

After, Sam placed her damp hand on Nina's and guided her back to her lady parts, albeit still covered by blue, now soggy, boyshorts. She felt Nina's fingers wriggle under her panties and sink deep into her wet folds. The wolf's eyes sunk half-lidded, and her head dropped onto Nina's. "Mmmm, fuck yeah, Nina, don't be afraid to get deep in there." She moaned. Nina took Sam's lusty advice and forced two of her digits inside the girl. Sam cried out in ecstasy, which trailed off into moans as Nina circled her clit with her thumb.

"Oh, god, Nina. How are *ah!* you so good a-*ah*-t! this?" She asked, barely able to. Nina popped Sam's tit out of her mouth to answer.

"Practiced...on myself." She giggled and went for Sam's other nipple, taking it all in her mouth as before. This brought on a fresh set of sensations from flesh not yet touched, and Sam squealed out in pleasure.

Sam had seemingly abandoned Nina, far too caught up in a world of self-indulgence. It mattered not to Nina. All she wanted was to make her 'mistress' feel as good as possible.

Nina wiggled her fingers in and out of Sam. Her tongue spelled cryptic messages over the wolf's nipple. Sam threw her head back, panting away as her climax steadily approached. "F-fuuuuuck, Nina. I'm gonna cum. Please don't stop, please!"

As Sam begged Nina for sweet release, Nina knew the tables had turned, if temporarily. She loved it.

The wolf suddenly tensed up. Her legs shook. A warmth spread through her body. Her breath caught in her throat, and her maw hung open in one silent scream. When she could finally make a sound, it came out as one long ragged, drawn-out, "oooooooooooohhhh!". She flopped onto her back, unable to hold herself on her side any longer.

Nina quickly adapted, turning over onto her side. With greater leverage, she hooked her fingers inside her lover, hitting her g-spot. Sam writhed on the bed, gripping the bed sheets so hard she thought she might tear them. After what felt like an eternity of climax, the wolf pulled her long legs up and placed a hand on Nina's, trying to coax the cheetah's hand away from her pussy.

"O-ok, ok, ok." She pleaded between ragged breaths. "I-I-I'm good, N-Nina...st-op, please...." Nina slowed her pace, then withdrew completely. A long string of girl cum linked them as she pulled out, draping it over Sam's belly when she laid her hand to rest between Sam's breasts. Sam's eyes were shut tight, and she panted in the afterglow of her orgasm. Nina smirked to herself, proud of her fine work on the girl.

"You're adorable, Sam." She commented. Sam choked back a laugh, still panting.

"Th-thanks." She lethargically replied. Nina cuddled up to her long-legged lover and wrapped her leg over the wolf.

"You sure begged for it, didn't you?" She boasted, teasing Sam. Sam drew a long breath and sighed contently. "Who's the mistress now, Sam?" She added with the smuggest of tones.

Sam started to chuckle at this, her chuckles rising into maniacal laughter. With renewed vigor, she rolled on top of the cheetah, pinning her lover. She stared down at Nina, grinning ear to ear. Whatever dominance Nina had gained from her time pleasuring Sam hastily vanished. She let out a quiet mew, clutching her fists close to her chest, her left one matted with Sam's juices.

"You think I'm done with you, kitten?" Sam asked, growling. Nina's ears were pinned back against her head. "I still have a nice little meal to...devour." Nina barely held back a giggle, trying with all her might to contain her excitement. She loved this side of Sam so very much.

"What are you going to do, mistress wolf?" Nina asked coyly, voice as quiet and squeaky as a mouse. Sam growled in Nina's ear, sending shivers down the cheetah's spine.

"I'm gonna eat your pussy like it was my last meal...." Nina heard this and gasped in unrestrained anticipation. She watched Sam sit up to unclasp and discard her bra, then crawl backward down her yellow, spotted body. The wolf forced Nina's legs apart and kneeled between them, sitting on her ankles.

She observed in anticipation as Nina slowly lowered herself down, closer and closer to the girl's moist nether lips. Nina lay there, frozen, awaiting the inevitable. She wondered what a canine's tongue would feel like down there. For all of her adult life, all she had known was the rough but short tongue of a feline.

There would be no grace period for Nina. Sam pulled the girl's panties aside and lapped hungrily at her pussy, lashing out through her labia, over her clit, probing her entrance. She tasted another female for the first time and relished Nina's unique flavor.

Nina moaned again and again with each up and down stroke of Sam's tongue. Her hands white-knuckled both sides of her pillow, and Sam's hands squeezed the cheetah's thighs. Her tail flailed back and forth behind her. She was loving this as much as Nina was.

Nina pulled the pillow edges up around her head when Sam dove in with her pointed muzzle, jamming her snout deep in so she could slip her tongue into Nina's hole. The ecstatic cheetah began to lose control of her senses. Sam's tongue curled and wriggled inside her. The cheetah's hips rose off the bed as her back arched and her leg muscles tightened.

"Ooooh, god, Samantha!!" She squealed. Sam smiled to herself and persisted in her assault on Nina's snatch. Her inexperienced tongue took on some fatigue, but she soldiered on, lapping at the cheetah's outer labia when she required rest, making sure to rub her clit with her nose. Every time she returned to Nina's hole, the girl's squeals and moans would increase in pitch and volume.

Sam turned her eyes up to see Nina practically blushing through her fur. She was digging the back of her head into her pillow. Sam returned for another dip into the cheetah's depths. That was it for the girl. The threshold into climax had been reached.

Nina's legs clamped around Sam's head, locking the wolf's face into her crotch, pushing Sam's snout into her snatch. Sam attempted to lick at Nina's pussy but had trouble opening her mouth enough. Apparently, her snout did the job, all the same, so she opted to grind it into Nina's coochie as hard as she could.

Nina's claws raked at the bedsheets, nearly shredding them. She was lost in the throes of a powerful orgasm like never before. Brad had never made her cum like this; no guy had. She felt herself losing control of her body, and Sam would experience the results of that in a second.

Like some blissful force was pulling an essence out of her, Nina's hips bucked, and a musty, sticky fluid sprayed from her lady parts, all over Sam's snout. Sam instinctively blew Nina's squirt out of her nose and tried to escape. She couldn't, though. She was pinned there, forced to take the brunt of it.

It didn't last long. Soon whatever well Nina had inside her dried up, and the cheetah relinquished her death grip on Sam's face. Sam rolled over on the bed, drawing in a ragged breath as she got free. She coughed as some of Nina's squirt sucked down her windpipe. Nina barely noticed. She was scarcely conscious, panting and shivering on her side with her tail twitching every which way.

Sam finished clearing her throat and sat back up, observing her new lover's state with a cocked head. One of her ears flopped inside out, and her muzzle was coated entirely with fresh girl cum. Both of them looked like absolute messes.

"You ok?" She asked. Nina just gave her a thumbs up without further acknowledgment. Sam's head straightened, and her eyelids sunk, clearly unamused. "You could have told me you...uh...do that...when you cum." The cheetah spoke between breaths.

"I...didn't know...I could..." Sam wiped some of Nina's juices on her hand and studied it. She stuck her tongue out and dabbed a bit on it for a taste. The wolf smacked her lips and frowned. It tasted strange for sure but not unwelcome. She shrugged to herself. "Well...I didn't know I could make a girl do that, so that's something new."

Nina began picking herself up into a sitting position. She looked like she might topple back over, so Sam held onto her arm for support. "Damn, I really did a number on you, eh?" Nina giggled and nodded her head lazily. Her striped tail flicked behind her. The two sat across from each other, cross-legged.

"Thanks for that, Sam. It was a wonderful ride." Nina said in almost a whisper. "You're amazing." She held onto Sam's hands with her own, and Sam turned her face away shyly, blushing under her fur.

"Awe, thanks, Nina. You're amazing too." Sam looked back to see Nina's longing eyes looking back at her. She smiled, and the two leaned forward to share a long, affectionate kiss. Nina eventually broke the kiss to whisper something in Sam's ear. Her voice dripped with renewed lust.

"You know what would be even more amazing, Samantha?" She asked. Sam blinked in confusion, having no clue but wanting urgently to know the answer.

"What would that be?" She asked back in close to the same tone and volume. Nina sniffed.

"If you rode my face...."

Sam's eyes went wide for a moment, then her whole face twisted into a mischievous, knowing grin. Her fingers were already going for her panties.

"Lay down then, kitten...." She commanded. "Give mistress somewhere nice to sit."

Clothes were strewn across the living area, predominantly Brad and Terry's underwear, draped over a couch cushion and the coffee table. Brad lay across the wide middle cushions of the sectional with Terry over him on hands and knees facing the other way. The two hadn't waited long to explore the more...intense aspects of their newfound sexualities. They were quick to venture into the mutual pleasures sixty-nineing entailed.

Their slurping, sucking, moaning, and groaning muffled the muted cries coming from the bedroom. Terry rocked his hips, sliding his knotted canine cock into the maw of his best friend. Brad did his best to take the six inches of Terry, but his mouth failed to open wide enough for the extra two inches of his knot.

Terry eagerly engulfed all of Brad's spiney six inches and wrapped his canine tongue around Brad's shaft as he sucked it. One of his hands, not holding him up, cupped the cheetah's balls ever so delicately. He rolled them in his fingers, fondling their soft fur. He stopped when he felt Brad's mouth popped free from his cock, instead returning to the rough lick the cheetah had begun with.

Terry pulled away from Brad's prick to inquire. "Why are you stopping?" he asked.

"Jaw is tired." He replied, quickly going back to his lover's shaft. Terry scoffed.

"Tired, already?" Brad gave a brief growl and frowned.

"Yeah, bro. I'm not used to keeping it this wide open for so long."

"Bro, I'm doing just fine over here." He cheekily bragged, knowing it would irritate the cheetah.

"Dude, your muzzle is longer than mine."

"Don't give me that, dude." Terry teased.

"Bro, what do you want me to do? My mouth is tired."

"Well,I can keep going." Boasted the wolf.

"Then keep going! I'll catch up in a minute." Terry chuckled again at the annoyance he stirred in his friend.

"Oh, no. I'm not giving you a free BJ." The wolf said, gleefully awaiting Brad's inevitable outburst.

"So what then? You wanna pick out another movie and sit around with blue balls while our girlfriends finger fuck each other in your bedroom?!" Brad's irritation had boiled into infuriation. Terry grinned and turned his head so the two could look each other in the eyes. Nina and Sam's muffled yet ecstatic noises bled through the bedroom door, disturbing the momentary silence between the boys' squabbling.

"There's something we haven't done yet, Brad. Something that could benefit us both and wouldn't require your mouth."

Brad's irritated frown lifted, his face turning up into one of uncertainty. He knew precisely what Terry was suggesting, making him swallow nervously.

"How about you get on all fours, and I fuck that sexy feline ass of yours," Terry suggested, his voice growling low and dominant. Brad's eye darted every which way.

"Uh, I...uh...I dunno, Terry."

"C'mon, babe. I'll be gentle." Terry enticed. Brad's heart skipped a beat when he heard the wolf use the word 'babe' towards him in that deep penetrating voice.

Brad pondered it. It was a giant leap from a simple blowjob. But the way Terry was treating him. It was the same way he'd treat Nina when they were both in the mood for some loving. It made him undeniably aroused.

Yet Terry also made him feel safe, like he could trust Terry with anything. Their long-time friendship and dynamic as lovers combined, letting Brad feel at ease in his care.

He supposed he could let the maned wolf...in, as it were. He'd treat him properly in that vulnerable state. What could it hurt, right?

"Ok...just a couple fingers first, alright?" He said sheepishly. Terry grunted in approval and started climbing off the cheetah.

"Totally, bro. We'll need to loosen you up first anyway." He turned in his spot and rested his hands on the cheetah's elevated knees. "I'll go as slow as you like, hun."

Brad gave him a warm smile and slowly spun in place, crawling onto all fours. His heart raced, and his tail twitched. He'd be lying to say he wasn't nervous. But his excitement and curiosity, as before, overcame such worries.

The cheetah arched his back and lifted his tail for the wolf, presenting for his dominant partner, as Nina did for him. It was strange to think that the two cheetahs had been rutting just last night, holding each other in their arms. Now, one night later, neither of them wanted anything to do with the other, and he was about to be fucked by his best friend.

Terry shuffled closer on his knees, placing a hand on Brad's toned furry ass. He took his time reveling in the sight of his friend's butt, bookmarking each black spot amongst the yellow of his fur. He had seen the cheetah's ass before, but never in this context.

The wolf slid two digits into his maw and lathered them in his saliva. He popped them out, letting the excess spit trail from his mouth until gravity pulled it to the cushion below.

"You ready, bro?" Terry asked. His eyes were trained dead center on Brad's tailhole now. It hypnotized him like a swaying pocket watch or a spinning spiral.

"Ye-yeah," Brad answered with bated breath.

"Ok. Here we go...." Terry brought his slippery fingers down and stuck them on his lover's pink button. He rubbed in tiny circles, hearing a moan of approval sprout from the cheetah's cute mouth.

His fingers straightened, and he pressed forward, pushing the clawed tips inside. Brad's moans intensified in volume, and discomforted grunts accompanied them. The cheetah's hole gave purchase to Terry's fingers, and the furry digits slipped in.

"How does this feel, hun?" Terry asked, genuinely concerned for his lover's comfort.

"It hurts a little, but-" He stopped to grunt. "It still feels good."

"That's why we have to loosen you, dear." Terry stopped proceeding with his fingers to ask Brad something important. "Do you want me to keep going?"

Y-yeah. I heard it gets a lot better once you're used to it. That's what Nina told me when we did this. Don't tell her I told you this, but...she really liked butt stuff."

Terry chuckled. "I bet she did...soooo....continue?"

"Yes, please." Brad insisted. Terry obliged and pushed his fingers further into the sudden and surprised moans of the cheetah.

"Good boy." Terry praised. He got his fingers in up to the knuckles. He curled his fingers inside the boy, massaging Brad's prostate with steady pressure. Brad cried out rather femininely. A thin, glossy rope of precum leaped from his cock and splatted against the cushion under his midsection.

"Shit, Terry. Oooh, that feels good...." He moaned out.

"Told ya, sweetie," Terry answered rather smugly, his smirk wide enough to expose his pointy canine teeth.

Brad huffed a few steamy breaths. He loved the little pet names Terry called him. They made him feel loved and cared for. They made him feel chased after, and that excited him.

Terry's fingers slid in and out of the cheetah to the chorus of his lover's lavishing noises. Brad began rocking back and forth on his hands and knees, pushing back against the wolf's fingers.

Terry picked up speed, taking care to hit the cheetah's P-spot. Brad arched his back, sticking his ass up for the wolf.

"Fuck, Terry, fuck me right now. I'm ready." The cheetah moaned out. Terry kept fingering him.

"Ok, if you think you're good to go." He replied incredulously.

"I...I am. This feels so god damn good. I want to feel more!" Brad cried out with bestial lust. Terry pulled his fingers from Brad's ass. The wolf stood up off the couch. Brad looked back, slightly confused when he saw Terry walking away. "Where are you going? Are you just going to leave me here?" Terry answered back without looking away from the bedroom door.

"I'm just going to grab something essential." Brad cocked an eyebrow and watched him go, then watched as Terry cracked the door enough to peek his head in.

Inside was Nina, naked and lying on the bed with Samantha on top of her, also naked, facing away from the door with her hands on the back wall. She was grinding her crotch on the cheetah's face while cooing sweet *ah's* with her head turned up to the ceiling.

"Hey, uh, I hate to interrupt, but can I grab the lube?" He opened the door wider and took a few steps inside. Sam's head leveled out and turned to look back at him with glazed-over eyes. She gave an ecstatic sigh before giving her breathy answer.

"Yeah...go for it, Terry. Just *ah!* just close the door on your way out." Her head lolled backward again, and her tongue spilled out the side of her mouth. Terry flashed her an amused look, one she wouldn't see, and headed for the end table next to the bed. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the top drawer, gave the two girls a playful "Cheers," and wandered back to the living area, closing the door.

He looked over to Brad, seeing the cheetah in the same position he left him in, only now holding his phone in his hand.

"I was gone less than a minute, and you're already on your phone." He said, starting toward the couch.

"Just checking the game," Brad said without looking up from his screen.

"Who's winning?" Terry asked.

"We are."

"Nice." Terry sighed as he kneeled behind Brad and squirted the cool gel onto his hand. "You'll be pleased to know the girls have...graduated from finger fucking." Brad chuckled and tossed his phone across the couch.

"You know...I always wanted to see those two have a go at it. With the two of us watching, of course." He swayed his ass at his new lover. "Now...I couldn't care less. Now that I have you." Terry slathered the gel on the cheetah's ass. Brad sucked in a startled breath at the sudden chill to his tail hole.

"Well, I guess random magic bottled water does that to a person." Terry joked. He sunk his fingers into Brad, listening to the cheetah's sweet moans. His fingers pushed the lube inside. Meanwhile, he squirted a thin stream of lube run down over his hard canine cock like syrup over a waffle. It dribbled off onto his cushion. He'd have to clean that up before Sam saw if she ever got off Nina's face. The thought made him giggle.

"Ooooh, enough with the fingers, bro. Stick it in me already," Brad whined. Terry snickered.

"Someone's getting antsy." He teased.

"I'm horny, and I want you...bad," Brad explained, voice dripping with promiscuity. "Come on, babe...fuck me."

Terry leaned in, grinning ear to ear. His left hand gripped the cheetah's yellow, spotted ass, and he aimed his hard cock with the other. He rubbed his tip against Brad's tailhole, easing it in. "relax now." He suggested. He felt the boy's ass loosen enough, and his tip sunk in.

"Oh!" Brad yelped. A tight discomfort mixed with a pang of pain burned in Brad's hole, but he found if he pushed out, Terry slid inside with greater ease.

Terry grunted and gritted his teeth. Brad was as tight as he figured he'd be. But when he felt Brad suddenly relax, he did so too. His jaw unclenched, and he slid forward, slowly, inch by inch.

Brad's eyes closed. His mouth opened so moans and gasps could freely escape. So that he could express his...pleasure. His tail wrapped around Terry's belly. Terry's tail was actively flapping behind him.

The maned wolf got three inches of his canine cock inside his lover before he pushed the other three non-knotted inches in at once. His prick slammed against Brad's prostate. The cheetah's tail bristled.

"Oh, fuck! Terry!" Brad cried out in ecstasy. He arched his back like Nina would when he fucked her. Terry noticed this, recognizing Brad's form similar to Samantha's when he'd fuck her - wolf style, as they playfully called it. It turned him on so bad...

Terry pulled back and thrust into Brad again. Brad moaned and raked his claws over the cushion in front of him. Terry snapped out of it for a moment.

"Hey! Don't ruin my couch."

"Then don't fuck me so good," Brad answered, in the most sensual voice terry had ever heard from his friend-turned-lover. His ass clenched around terry's cock, squeezing the wolf's already engorged member for all it was worth. Terry moaned and leaned forward, taking his hand off Brad's ass and planting it on his upper back.

"God, you feel good. Just...try to control yourself until it's over." He bent over and growled in the cheetah's ear. "Cause we're just getting started."

He thrust into Brad again, then again, then again. His lover moaned each time. He grabbed Brad by the scruff of his neck fur and let a domineering growl rumble out of his bared teeth.

"You're my good little kitten, aren't you?" His cock pushed in and out of Brad, who moaned with delight.

"Y-yeah..." Brad struggled to answer.

"Say it," Terry grumbled insistently.

"I-I'm your good little kitten...." Brad whimpered.

"Say it again, but call me daddy."

"I'm...I'm daddy's good little kitten!" The cheetah cried out.

"Yes, you are," Terry grunted, giving Brad a heavy thrust. "How much do you love your daddy's cock, Brad?"

"I fucking love your cock, daddy!"

"Better than Nina's pussy?" He growled with a wicked grin. Brad suddenly stopped his jubilant sounds. He only grunted submissively through his nose, like he was deciding his answer or afraid to answer altogether.

"I love daddy's cock so much better than Nina's pussy!" He squealed.

"Say it again!" Terry demanded.

"I love daddy's cock better than Nina!" He squealed again.

"Tell me you love me!" Terry cried. Brad wasted no time.

"I love you, daddyyyyyyy!!" Brad's wanton cry of adoration held on the 'y' as he came. His cock repeatedly twitched, spraying his feline jizz on the couch. His claws dug into the cushion from before, tearing into them.

His tail constricted Terry's torso while his ass constricted Terry's cock. The cheetah bucked back against Terry involuntarily, and Terry's cock burst inside the boy.

"Oh, fuck! I love you too, Brad!" His words dissolved into ragged groans as he climaxed, filling Brad's ass with spurt after spurt of hot cum.

Terry didn't slow for a while. He continued thrusting in and out of Brad, keeping the two in a prolonged state of bliss for as long as he could. By the end, the two were huffing and puffing, Brad giving his last few pumps before stopping. He let his cock stay inside Brad for a time until it softened, then he begrudgingly pulled out. Brad turned over, and the two lay together on the couch, still catching their breath.

"Dude...that was intense," Brad said. Terry snickered through his nose.

"I'll say," Terry replied. "You really ran with that 'daddy thing,' huh." He playfully added.

"I guess I did...daddy." The cheetah goofed, nuzzling Terry's neck. Terry sniffed.

"Gaaaay," He teased.

"You know it." The two nuzzled together, eventually turning to each other and kissing, embracing the other in a newly discovered love. The two pulled away with a loud smooch and stared longingly into each other's half-lidded eyes. "You wanna go again, daddy?" Brad pulled back and stroked the underside of his muzzle.

"Again, you say?" He teased. "Do you think you can handle my knot?" Brad hummed to himself, pondering the wolf's query.

"I think so. No harm in trying, right?" Terry chuckled.

"I mean...there could be some harm. But ill make sure it never comes to that." He caressed the cheetah's face with his hand and kissed him.

"Can we do this somewhere else, though?" Brad asked in a cute voice. "The couch doesn't seem big enough for our...lovemaking." The corner of Terry's mouth turned up at this, giving the wolf a cheeky smirk. "What?" Brad asked incredulously.

"Nothing," Terry replied, mischief in his voice. "I just think the girls have hogged the bed enough tonight, wouldn't you agree?" Brad returned Terry's mischievous smile with his own and nodded in agreement.

"Mmmm, fuck." Samantha moaned. She had been grinding her pussy against Nina's tired tongue and sticky, matted snout for a while now, the only difference being she was turned around now, facing the door.

She held a pink silicone vibrating bullet in her right hand, which she dug into Nina's pussy lips. She'd pull it up every few strokes and give the girl's clit some of its divine vibrations. When she did this, the cheetah would squeal into Sam's lady parts, delivering her own vibrations upon the wolf's labia.

The two had lost count of how many times they orgasmed and how long they'd been pleasuring each other. They could go for as long as they wanted, enjoying their world of eternal gratification and bliss, at least until they passed out. Nothing mattered now but they, in that bed. That was until the door suddenly swung wide open.

"Hey, girls!" Terry greeted rather loudly and quite obnoxiously. Sam gave a start, and so did Nina.

"Jesus, Terry!" She shouted. "What the fuck!" It became very obvious to her once her mouth shut that Terry was being annoying on purpose. The two boys filed into the room, holding each other's hands.

"Just coming in to make use of our bed. Surely, you two can't have _all_the fun in here, so make some room." Terry said gleefully. He leaped onto the edge nearest the window and nudged Sam's hip. "Scoot over." He commanded, snickering. His other hand stretched out to Brad, who took it, then joined his lover next to the two girls.

Sam growled and gave him a glaring side eye, then released an exasperated sigh. Her hand patted Nina's side. "C'mon, Nina. Let's move over a bit." Sam's cheeks muffled Nina's irritated groans. The two wiggled awkwardly over to the other side of the bed, giving the other two just enough room.

Terry and Brad grinned satisfied grins at each other. Terry lifted his hand and gestured to the spot behind Brad. "Why don't you lay back, and we have that other go, eh?"

"Ok, daddy," Brad replied, his tone shy with the others being present.

"Good boy," Terry praised, following the cheetah down as he lay down.

"You two are so gay." Sam teased. They hadn't noticed her observing them. The boys looked over at her and gave her the smuggest smiles she had ever seen.

"Yeah, we are!" They replied in unison. They giggled and began making out, Terry on hands and knees above Brad. Sam sniffed with a knowing smirk and returned to her business with Nina. As the boys embraced, Brad wrapped his arms over Terry's neck, and Terry pushed his hips forward, sliding his hard canine cock back into Brad.

All four of them moaned, each enjoying their own kind of ecstasy.

The digital clock on Samantha's side of the bed read one-fifteen. Long ago, the pink evening sky had darkened to black, and the orange light of streetlamps and other apartments dimly lit the bedroom through the metal blinds. The four had been held captive to their insatiable carnal appetites for hours, only coming to a close because they hadn't the energy to continue.

The two new couples lay together in Sam and Terry's bed, only a foot apart, all of their fur either sticky or frazzled in one spot or another. Terry was spooning Brad, the two facing Sam, who had Nina cuddled up to her with her head resting on the wolf's breasts.

Sam stroked Nina's head fur while the kitten purred away. She drifted her weary eyes over at Terry. The two tops shared knowing smiles before closing their eyes so sleep could take them.

"This was...incredible, guys." Nina mewled. The others grunted in agreement.

"Anyone else kind of...super glad we drank that water today?" Terry added.

"Fuck. Yes." Sam replied.

"Do you think it's...permanent?" Brad asked. The rest of them paused to ponder the query. Sam was the first to answer what they were all thinking.

"I fucking hope so!" She blurted out. "If it isn't, we are soooo buying more. Stocking up on it before it's gone, even." An idea popped into her head as the others murmured concurrently, forcing a wicked grin to spread across her face. Her tail wagged beneath her.

"You know what? We should buy more regardless." She stated with a conniving tone.

"Why?" Nina asked incredulously. Sam was only happy to oblige.

"Oh, you know...in case we have company over...." She let her words hang in the air. Brad and Nina started to giggle.

"Samantha...that's fucked up," Terry said, feigning disapproval. He looked at her and gave her a wink. "Good idea, though." The two canines joined the felines in giggling, almost maniacally so. Nina spoke up when they were settled down again.

"So...we're going back to pride tomorrow?"

The others gave her an immediate and resounding, "Fuck, yes!"