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"Hey baby, you lookin' to get...urp...lucky tonight?"

A white cheetah glanced over his shoulder at a wobbling leopard. The male was handsomely built, wearing a thin tank top and black pants. Had he been sober, Frosty might have considered the offer. He shook his head to the leopard, but the male insistently moved closer.

"Awww, come on, shhweetie. Don't wanna shpend a night in bed shagging a...guy like me?" The feline draped his arms around Frosty's waist and leaned in closer as he spoke. The cheetah's muzzle wrinkled at the smell of whiskey, heavy on the leopard's breath.

"No way," Frosty said calmly.

"It'll be a night to remember," the male grinned. He leaned in to nuzzle Frosty's neck, making the cheetah squirm nervously.

Frosty sighed heavily, his fingers curling around the drink resting on the bar in front of him. The smell of whiskey was thick now, adding to cheap cologne that the leopard was wearing. He tried his best not to reply, hoping the male would lose interest and seek out another pretty face to hit on. The leopard persisted, however, pressing himself firmly against the cheetah's back and grinding suggestively against it.

"Get lost, creep," Frosty warned quietly, the fur at the back of his neck bristling.

"Don't be like that," the leopard cooed, grinding along Frosty's back again. "I'll make it worth your while."

Too close for missiles, switching to guns. The quote ran through Frosty's mind as he rose from his bar stool, turning to face the taller leopard.

"I said no."

With that, the cheetah's knee rose abruptly, landing between the leopards thighs with a satisfying thud. The spotted feline went down like a sack of bricks, balling up on the floor with his paws clutching his groin. Little more than a squeak escaped his lips as the patrons immediately surrounding Frosty glanced over at the commotion, though most returned to their drinks shortly after.

The bartender took notice and leaned forward over the bar. He shook his head with a frown, meeting Frosty's gaze as the cheetah returned to his drink.

"Is he giving you trouble?"

Frosty nodded to the slightly overweight skunk as he took a long swallow from his half-empty cocktail. His tail flicked side to side with an agitated haste, the fur bristling. The bartender nodded back to him and motioned to a nearby bouncer.

"Hey Joey, get rid of this guy," the bartender called out as he gestured to the whimpering leopard on the floor.

Frosty sighed heavily as a large tiger grabbed the leopard beneath the shoulders and dragged him out of the bar. He wanted to feel proud of himself for getting the creep kicked out, but the lack of company was at the front of his mind. He took another mouthful of his cocktail, scarcely tasting it before he swallowed. His ears perked up, though, when the bartender slid a fresh drink in front of him.

"Hey, this one's on us. Just let me know if anyone else gives you problems, and we'll take care of it."

"Thanks, Vic."

The skunk offered a warm smile, wiping his hands on a rag as he glanced over the white cat. "You know, if you're still here at closing time, my door's always open."

Frosty's ears perked up. As irritated as he was by the leopard's unwanted advance, he couldn't help but let a small smile creep over his muzzle. "Still trying to get me in bed with you, huh?"

The skunk's smile spread to a knowing grin. "Now who said that? I think you're looking into that a bit too deeply."

"You're always chasing tail," Frosty chuckled, sliding his mostly empty cocktail to the side. He nudged the new glass toward himself and raised it to take a sip, but paused. "This one's clean, right?"

The skunk laughed at the question, shaking his head. "Come on, Frosty, you know me better than that."

"I don't know, Vic, there was that time you slipped me those special brownies your friend made."

The skunk's face immediately turned serious, though Frosty could tell he was faking it. "Hey, I swear I didn't know. I thought they were just regular brownies."

Frosty quirked an eyebrow at the skunk, but he took a drink from the new cocktail and swallowed. "Promise?"

The skunk's grin returned as his tail flicked. "I promise it's just a regular cocktail. And the offer's always on the table if you're ever interested."

"Maybe," Frosty replied, watching as the skunk returned to his duties.

"Heeeeeey everyone, it's time to get funky with DJ Spike," a voice rang out over speakers that were turned up way too loud for Frosty's liking. "Let me see you dance."

"Oh, hell," he muttered to himself, banging his head several times on the counter.

Frosty considered leaving, having a personal distaste for the DJ. In Frosty's opinion, his choice of music was terrible and the volume worse. A small plastic container clattered noisily on the counter, catching the cheetah's attention.

"You'll want those, kitty," the familiar bartender warned.

Inside of the small plastic cylinder was a pair of earplugs. The cheetah chuckled softly, thanking the skunk for the offering. Perhaps he could tolerate staying with those in. He stuffed one into each ear just in time, feeling his heart jump in his chest when a heavy bass beat rattled the club.

"So much for conversation," Frosty muttered to himself as the rhythmic thump of techno filled the bar.

Nearly an hour passed without incident as the music continued, though Frosty found himself still sitting alone at the bar. Nobody seemed to stand out to him tonight, and as time went on, the skunk's offer seemed more and more appealing. Perhaps it was the alcohol, though the lack of company was playing a large part of it.

Frosty rested his forehead against a paw as an especially heavy song played over the sound system. The thought of simply walking home passed through his mind. If nothing else, he could find someone interesting online to talk with until he fell asleep or passed out. He gestured to the bartender for another drink, but the skunk shook his head. The male held up a few fingers to Frosty, then tapped his watch. He'd been keeping track of how many drinks the cheetah had put away.

With a defeated sigh, Frosty rested his chin in an open palm as a glass of ice water was placed before him. He'd have to wait before he could order another drink. He slid a bowl of mixed snacks toward himself, idly picking through it as he watched other patrons dancing to the music and socializing in small groups. None of the faces were recognizable to him, save a few strangers at the bar that were frequent customers.

Frosty eventually pushed himself away from the bar. He rose from his stool, wobbled, then leaned against the bar heavily to support himself. His eyes closed as he took a deep breath to focus. It quickly became clear to him why the bartender refused him another drink. With another deep breath he stepped away from the bar, moving unsteadily toward the nearest restroom.

The cheetah made it most of the way without incident. Just before he reached the restroom, however, a figure stepped out in front of him with his back to the cheetah. Frosty collided with him, sending the pair tumbling to the floor. It took Frosty a moment to register what had taken place due to intoxication. He quickly pushed himself up and rose to his feet, helping the other male back up.

"I'm so sorry," Frosty said quickly. "I didn't see you there."

"No harm done," a familiar voice replied. "I wasn't really paying attention either."

Frosty's ears perked at the voice. He lifted his gaze to focus properly on the male, grinning when he realized who it was. He leapt at the wolf, knocking him down to the floor once again with an excited pounce. The male yipped as he was flattened beneath the spotted feline, trying to push the cat off.

"Hey, what gives? I just got back up!" the canine protested.

"Just a friendly hello from a lonely cheetah, Rivin," Frosty chuckled, his tail flicking quickly.

The wolf paused to get a proper look at the cat on top of him. He grinned immediately, wrapping his arms around the slender feline to pull him into a firm embrace.

"Hi, Frosty! I didn't know you were here tonight."

Frosty grunted at the tight squeeze, pawing at the wolf desperately. "Need up! Quick!"

The wolf blinked questioningly, but he didn't hesitate to loosen his embrace. Frosty pushed himself up and made a beeline for the bathroom. The canine chuckled to himself as he sat up and brushed himself off. He got to his feet and walked toward the bathroom, peeking in. The cheetah was preoccupied with relieving himself in the nearest urinal. Rivin leaned against the corner of the bathroom door, tapping his fingers on his waist as he waited patiently.

The wolf's ears perked when he heard water running. He snuck into the bathroom and peered around, satisfied that they were the only two inside. He slipped in behind Frosty and circled his arms around the cheetah's waist.

"Glad to see you here, hun. This pup's missed you."

Frosty finished rinsing his hands and shut off the water, glancing at Rivin's reflection in the mirror. "Trust me, I'm happier to see you. It's been a lonely evening."

The cheetah shivered lightly when the wolf leaned down to nuzzle his neck, giving it a friendly nibble. The sensation sent tingles up Frosty's spine, exaggerated by the cheetah's inebriated state. He shook the water off his paws and brought them up, lightly squeezing them over the wolf's arms. His tail brushed lazily over the male's front as he peeked over his shoulder at Rivin.

"So, you here with friends, pup?"

Rivin shook his head lightly. "Not tonight. Just enjoying the party for now, though I certainly wouldn't mind the company."

Frosty shook his head lightly at the first comment. "I could do without the party, honestly. DJ Plays-too-loud gets on my nerves."

The wolf glanced toward the restroom door, where a steady thump of music could be heard. He chuckled, embracing the cheetah against himself. "Well, we don't have to waste our time here, kitten."

Frosty's ears perked, taking a moment to process the wolf's words over the heavy rhythm of the dance music. He was still wearing his earplugs, but thankfully could understand most of what the canine was saying. The thought of leaving the club was appealing, given the level of noise. He idly wondered where they would go as he turned to face the wolf.

"What do you propose, hun?" Frosty asked.

Rivin could only make out bits and pieces of what the cat was asking, but it was enough. "Why don't we come back to my place, and get away from these crowds? I'm sure there's plenty of fun things we could do there."

The wolf accentuated his point with a firm grope to the cheetah's rump, which was snugly hugged by a pair of black pants. A giggle escaped Frosty's lips at the suggestion, his spotted tail flicking side to side. He purred as he leaned up to nuzzle the taller wolf's neck, giving him an affectionate lick before he nodded.

"I like the sound of that, hun. Lead the way."

The wolf took Frosty's paw with a gentle squeeze, interlacing his fingers with the cheetah. The cat reluctantly followed Rivin out of the restroom, grateful to have his earplugs as the music thumped. A few patrons took notice of the pair exiting the restroom together, holding hands, and shot knowing grins. Frosty blushed, but he didn't bother to enlighten anyone that they hadn't been up to anything. The bartender motioned to Frosty as they passed, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together.

Frosty's ears perked when he realized what the skunk was indicating. He gave Rivin a tug and held up a finger to tell him to wait. He wandered over to the bar and pulled out his wallet, thumbing through a stash of bills. He pulled a few out and dropped them on the counter as the skunk glanced over his shoulder, sizing up the wolf that Frosty had been traveling with.

"Heading out?" the skunk asked.

Frosty nodded, sliding the money toward the tender. "Yeah, gonna hang out with a friend."

The skunk grinned as he scooped away the money, tucking it into his pocket. "Well, hope to see you again soon, hun. Don't forget a condom."

Frosty smirked, poking his tongue out at the skunk as he turned. "I prefer bareback."

The skunk wagged a finger at Frosty in a playfully condemning way, resting his other paw on his hip. He watched the feline return to his canine companion and depart, chuckling to himself. "One day, cat..."

* * * * * * * * * *

"Are you sure you're okay to drive?"

It took several attempts for the wolf to get the key in the car door, but he finally succeeded in unlocking it. "Yeah, I'll be fine. I haven't had that much tonight."

Frosty was still somewhat intoxicated, leaned up against the car as he patiently waited for Rivin. The wolf slid into the driver's seat and reached over, unlocking Frosty's door from the inside. He knocked on the window to get Frosty's attention, startling the cheetah from a momentary daze.

"And you're asking me if I've had too much to drink?"

Frosty blushed as he got in, plopping down on the seat heavily. "I'm not the one driving, hun."

Rivin put the keys in the ignition, but paused when he noticed flashing lights. He blinked, seeing a patrol car pulling up the street.

"Oh, come on. I haven't even started driving yet."

The wolf held his breath until the police car revved its engine and sped past, the siren squawking. His eyes followed it as it disappeared down the road, breathing a heavy sigh.

"On second thought, maybe we should walk. My apartment isn't too far."

Frosty silently agreed with a soft giggle, pushing the door open to step back out. He waited for the wolf to join him, snuggling up to the male when he was close enough. Rivin grinned, slipping an arm around the cheetah to hug him firmly at the waist. He then nudged Frosty as he stepped forward, keeping the cheetah close.

"Hopefully it's not too far," Frosty purred. "Not gonna have the energy to do anything, if we have to walk a long way to your apartment."

Rivin growled softly, leaning down to nibble one of Frosty's ears. "Oh? And what exactly are you planning to do once we get to my place?"

Frosty gently rubbed a paw over the wolf's chest as they walked. "Oh, you know. Little of this, little of that."

A playful grin spread over the wolf's muzzle. "I'm not exactly little, kitten. You know that better than most."

A deep blush spread over the cheetah's muzzle at Rivin's suggestive reply. His paw dipped lower, tracing over the shirt that covered the wolf's body until his fingers danced over the bottom of it. He lightly traced along the soft fur that was exposed In the gap between the bottom of the wolf's shirt and his pants. Rivin growled again, giving the cheetah a squeeze.

"Careful, kitty. If you dip any lower, you're gonna get a wolf all worked up before we even get home."

"Oh, we wouldn't want that," Frosty giggled. "A poor wolfy, all pent up with no way to fix it."

As he said this, the cheetah's fingers snuck beneath the waistline of Rivin's pants to tease him. He brushed briefly over the soft fur just above the wolf's sheath, kneading slowly outward and down to trail along Rivin's thigh. He was rewarded with a wet lick to the cheek, leaving a glistening trail over his spotted fur.

"You'd better be careful, kitten. I have no reservations about molesting you in a back alley."

Frosty giggled softly at the thought, slipping his paw a bit deeper into the wolf's pants as he moved toward the center once more. "Mmh, is that a promise?"

The canine could feel his sheath swelling as Frosty teased him. It was difficult to concentrate on walking. He stopped with a soft growl, gazing down at the cheetah. He had a moment of indecision, debating whether they should continue to his apartment or find someplace quiet. As the cheetah's fingers probed the fur around his sheath, his was steadily leaning to the latter.

"You know, if you keep that up, I might not even drag you into an alley, kitty."

The cheetah's paw halted at the wolf's warning. It hovered directly over the male's sheath, his fingers curled around the bulge. "What, right here and now?"

Rivin tapped the side of his muzzle thoughtfully, exaggerating the act of thinking with a soft hum. He quickly looped both arms around the cheetah's waist and snatched him into a tight hug, causing the spotted cat to chirp in surprise. Frosty's paw pulled free of the wolf's pants, bringing both arms up to his chest. The firm hug pinned them against himself, though, preventing the cheetah from wiggling away.

"You shouldn't tease a wolf like that, kitty. He might take drastic measures."

Frosty giggled, squirming in the canine's grasp as both of Rivin's paws reached down to squeeze his rump. The wolf glanced to his left and right, but didn't see any onlookers. It was late enough in the evening that they were nearly the only ones walking. Satisfied that they wouldn't be seen, Rivin physically lifted the spotted feline from the concrete to carry him. Frosty shrieked in surprise, attempting to grab at the wolf to support himself. He giggled as he was slung over Rivin's shoulder, draped helplessly as the wolf began to quickly pad toward the nearest alleyway.

"Hey, put me down!" Frosty chirped, giggling all the while. He pawed helplessly at the wolf's back, but was unable to free himself.

"Not yet, kitty," Rivin chuckled, giving the cheetah's rump a pat as he slipped into a dimly-lit alley. He carried Frosty around a corner and checked his surroundings, grinning when he confirmed they were alone.

The wolf carefully leaned forward, lowering Frosty to the ground. The cheetah wobbled unsteadily, falling against Rivin with a giggle. He hugged the wolf until he found his balance, his muzzle buried in the male's shoulder.

"Easy there, kitty. I think you've had a bit too much to drink tonight."

Frosty smirked, licking the wolf's neck. "Nah, nowhere near it. Vic cut me off way sooner than he usually does."

"I somehow doubt that," Rivin chuckled. He leaned down to lick the cheetah between the ears as he spoke.

"And what are you gonna do about it?" Frosty asked. His head ducked down, ears pinning back submissively when the wolf's tongue lapped fondly over his spotted fur.

A sly grin spread over the wolf's lips as he lifted the cheetah's chin with a finger. He gazed intently into the cat's eyes, his own dark eyes shining with mischief. "Well, I think you could use a little sobering up. I know that a bit of exercise goes a long way."

"Exercise? Good luck getting me to do that right now," Frosty giggled, pressing his slender frame closer to the canine.

"Oh, I didn't say what kind it'd be, kitty. I think you'll like what I have in mind."

"You'll have to tell me, th-" Frosty cut himself off with a startled chirp when the wolf's paw snuck between his legs, giving his lap a squeeze. He whined in protest, pressing firmly against Rivin to prevent it from happening again.

"N-not now," he said with a crimson blush. "Someone could see us."

"And your point is...?"

Rivin pushed the cheetah away from himself, giving his paw enough room to squeeze and fondle the cheetah's lap again. Frosty attempted to brush his paw away, though the effort was minimal. The wolf's other paw pushed against Frosty's shoulder, backing the cheetah into the brick wall of the alleyway. He leaned down, hunching over the cheetah to nibble at one of Frosty's ears.

"No sense in trying to rush home, when I can just do it right here," Rivin said quietly.

Frosty gulped at the wolf's suggestion, glancing briefly to either side. He reluctantly nodded, trying to ignore the warmth that was spreading through his body. His eyes glanced downward when he felt a tug at his pants. He whined and attempted to shoo Rivin's paw away as the wolf's fingers tugged down his zipper. Wolf's free paw gripped his waist, pulling it away from the area of interest.

"Just relax, hun. I promise I'll take good care of you," Rivin cooed.

Frosty nodded uncertainly as his button snapped open, his back pressed against the cool brick wall. His pants grew loose around his hips, threatening to fall off as the wolf's paw slipped into the open front. The male's fingers cupped the cheetah's sheath, surprised to find that Frosty's wasn't wearing anything beneath his pants.

"Mmh, naughty kitty. One might think you were hoping to get some action tonight."

The cheetah could only blush at the wolf's words, distracted by the fingers that were squeezing his crotch. His sheath swelled at the attention, beginning to thicken against the exploring digits. The wolf's paw dipped lower, sneaking between the spotted thighs to fondle the dangling orbs. The cheetah's legs spread somewhat, though his pants were rather restrictive while they were bunched up around his thighs.

"Let's get you out of those, hmm? Then we can properly enjoy ourselves. I must warn you, though, this wolf's feeling pretty pent up. I can't guarantee that I won't simply push you against the wall and take you the moment those come off."

Frosty was still hesitant, but the growing erection beneath the wolf's fingers indicated his willingness clearly enough to Rivin. The canine leaned in and nibbled at Frosty's neck while his free paw pushed down the cheetah's pants. When they slid off the cat's hips, Riving curled his fingers completely around the pink erection and began to stroke over it. Frosty's hips wiggled to help get his pants off, feeling them slip away smoothly once they were off his thighs.

A sly smirk spread over the wolf's muzzle as he glanced down, inspecting the cheetah's slender frame. Frosty's paws were pressed against the brick wall behind him, leaving his body exposed to the wolf. He lightly stepped out of his pants, nudging them to the side to leave his legs bare. The wolf growled quietly to Frosty, giving the cheetah's shaft a squeeze. Frosty mewled softly, grinding his hips upward into the wolf's fingers.

Rivin slowly eased his paw away from the cat's pulsing length, moving his paws to either side of Frosty's waist. A started shriek rose from the cheetah's lips as he was lifted off the ground and pushed against the wall firmly. The wolf's tail wagged back and forth while a grin spread over his muzzle at the cat's reaction. He leaned in and nuzzled Frosty's neck, giving him a slow, tender lick.

"Just relax, kitty, and try to keep quiet. Don't want anyone to find out we're here, do we?"

Frosty shook his head immediately. "N-no. I'll keep it down."

The wolf smirked as he let Frosty down for a moment. His paw drifted down to unzip his pants, snapping the button open afterward. As the wolf's pants fell open, an erect reddish-pink length sprang up. It pulsed lightly with excitement, pressed against the wolf's soft belly. The tip snagged beneath his shirt, tugging at the fabric. Rivin lifted his paws to Frosty's waist once more, hefting the cheetah up against the cool brick wall. He blushed deeply, knowing that the canine wasn't going to waste any time in claiming what he was after.

The wolf's body pressed close to Frosty. He ground his erect length against the cheetah's belly, dotting the cheetah's fur with droplets of clear pre. His hips lowered, lightly rubbing his shaft over the feline's pink length. Frosty shivered at the teasing contact against his sensitive flesh, grinding his hips lightly against the wolf until the canine endowment was out of reach. A shiver traveled up Frosty's back as Rivin adjusted his hips, tucking the tip of his length beneath the cheetah's fuzzy sac. The wolf's paws slid down to Frosty's rump and squeezed, lightly nudging the cheetah's thighs to encourage Frosty to lift.

Frosty reluctantly raised his legs, draping them over Rivin's hips. He squeezed gently to keep them secured against the wolf's body, locking his ankles just above the wolf's tail. The bushy appendage wagged back and forth anxiously as the male leaned in close, nibbling the cheetah's ear. He lightly ground his hips forward, the tapered tip probing through the cheetah's soft fur until it found its target. With a smooth motion, the tip eased between the cheetah's fuzzy cheeks and nestled itself against the warm muscled ring.

"Hope you're ready for this, kitten," Rivin purred.

The wolf ground his hips lightly, prodding the cheetah's sensitive entrance. Droplets of slick pre smeared over it each time he rocked, preparing the feline for what was to come. As eager as he was to simply bury himself into the cat's rump, he wanted to take it slow enough that the slightly inebriated feline would enjoy himself. When he felt that the cheetah was sufficiently slickened, he pushed the tip of his length into the warm ring.

Despite his drunken state, Frosty knew what was coming. His rump clenched when the wolf rolled his hips forward, hindering the canine's attempt to penetrate. The slick pre leaking from the tip of his length allowed Rivin to work the tapered end into the cheetah's rump, however. The warm flesh squeezed around his shaft as he paused a moment to allow his partner to relax. He rocked softly against the cheetah, grinding the tip of his length back and forth to gently ease it deeper into the cat's tense passage. When the wolf had worked the entire taper inside his shaft began to smoothly glide in.

A soft groan escaped Frosty's lips as the wolf filled him, his arms clinging to his partner's shoulders. A continual trickle of precum leaked from the wolf, lubricating the cheetah's bowels as he squeezed deeper. He paused only when his lap nearly met the cheetah's presented backside, growling quietly to his feline counterpart. A subtle bulge at the base of his shaft prevented him from burying his length completely, something that he'd save for the end.

"Just as tight as I last remember," Rivin groaned, bouncing himself tenderly into the cheetah.

The cheetah's muzzle was flushed deeply, a combination of intoxication and shyness plainly visible. He couldn't help squirming, causing the wolf's length to shift and prod at the sensitive flesh deep in his bowels. The sensation drew a spurt of fluids from the cheetah's shaft, adding to the slickness that the wolf had left on his fur previously.

Rivin slowly drew his hips back, withdrawing his length from the feline's body. He paused when it was nearly free, holding his position for a moment before he pushed inside once more. His fingers squeezed the cheetah's rump as he drove into the cat's tight hole, feeling the cat's supple curves. When he'd buried himself inside completely, he immediately drew his hips back to work himself into a slow, steady rhythm.

Despite still being rather tipsy, the familiar tingle of pleasure spread through Frosty's lower regions as Rivin began to steadily thrust. His slender frame bounced softly against the brick wall with each push, reminding the cheetah that he was mostly helpless to the wolf's lust. Nimble fingers began to knead and scratch the soft fur between Rivin's shoulders, about the only thing that Frosty could actively do in his position.

Feeling the cheetah relax, Rivin added a bit more urgency to his thrusts. As tempted as he was to take it slow, he didn't want to draw out the experience any longer than necessary. His goal was to get himself off in the cheetah's rump, and little else. The knowledge that that he was plowing this cat in a back alley, where anyone could stumble across the pair mid-coitus, was all the more reason for him to be hasty.

Despite his attempts to muffle himself, soft moans of pleasure rose from the cheetah's lips. With the position of his body against the wolf, his pink erection was being pressed into Rivin's shirt. A wet spot was spreading over the fabric as the cheetah leaked excitedly. His rump squeezed the wolf's length, the silky flesh inside cradling the shaft as it pushed into him.

A soft growl accompanied a firm thrust as Rivin picked up the pace a bit more. He leaned down to nibble over the cheetah's ear, letting his pearly canines tickle the sensitive flesh. The cat's body bounced toward him with each push, keeping the cheetah pinned between an eager wolf and the hard bricks. With the ever-constant flow of pre leaking from his tip, the wolf's thrusts began to generate lewd slurps each time he sank his shaft into the tight passage.

The pleasant caress of damp fabric was working Frosty up faster than he would've expected when combined with the growing intensity of his canine partner's thrusts. His body was beginning to tremble with excitement, his fingers clenching and relaxing against the male's shoulders at random intervals. He bit his lower lip to muffle an especially loud moan, hoping that nobody was within earshot to hear the pair.

Rivin's thrusts became more insistent as the bulb at the base of his shaft began to swell. He was quickly working himself up, the desire to bury his knot in the cat's rump growing ever-stronger. The slickened shaft rocked deep into the cheetah, the thickening bulge pushing against the stretched ring. He ignored the need to tie the cheetah for the moment, wanting to ensure that the cat reached orgasm first.

Frosty clenched tightly around his lover's shaft as the wolf began to roughly thrust into his rump, their bodies pressed close. He wouldn't be able to hold on much longer if Rivin continued at his current pace. Being stuffed like this generally was enough to get the cheetah off, but his sensitive throbbing length pushing against the wolf's body each time was adding to the pleasure. Rivin would sense this growing need, angling his thrusts into the cheetah's rump to grind his tip over the feline's prostate.

An uncontrollable moan rose from the cheetah, who tipped his head back in bliss. One of the wolf's paws immediately clapped over the cat's muzzle to silence him, though Frosty continued to softly gasp and moan through Rivin's fingers. His feet dug into the wolf's back as if he were spurring a mount, feeling the swollen knot bump into him. He knew the wolf wouldn't hold back; he never had in the past. The thickening bulb would be squeezed into his rump soon enough.

Rivin began to shorten his thrusts, but maintained a quick pace. He kept most of his length buried in the cheetah with each motion, grinding himself repeatedly over Frosty's prostate. The constant stimulation proved to be too much for the cheetah, despite trying to hold out a bit longer. Frosty let out a heavy, but still muffled moan into Rivin's paw, his ears pinned flat against his head. His entire body clenched, squeezing around the wolf's midsection with his thighs as well as the thrusting shaft buried in his tight flesh.

The wolf's thrusts slowed a moment when he felt the cheetah's shaft throb against his belly. A burst of creamy seed spurted into his shirt, soaking into the already-moist fabric. The burst was accompanied by a strong flex over his length, encouraging the wolf to finish his deed. He resumed his quick pace, sending the climaxing cheetah into a fit of gasps and squirming. His knot strained against the cat's entrance each time he thrust forward, sinking a bit deeper with each shove. It would be difficult to force himself into the cheetah's bowels with Frosty's body clenched in the throes of ecstasy, but it wasn't going to stop him.

With a determined shove, Rivin halted his thrusts, keeping his knot wedged firmly against the cat's clenching pucker. He ground his hips forward firmly, the slippery flesh resisting his advance. It was beginning to give, however, the slick knock stretching Frosty open. It finally squeezed in with a wet pop, causing Frosty to gasp abruptly. The bulge settled in against the cheetah's prostate as Rivin began to grind quickly back and forth, a fresh wave of pleasure overtaking him.

The stimulation of the wolf's knot hastily pushed him over the edge, the thick bulb engorging to lock him in place. Frosty buried his muzzle into his lover's neck with a whimper, his body overwhelmed with intense waves of passion. A heavy throb from the wolf's length made him twitch and squirm as a warm flood of canine seed flowed into his bowels. Rivin tipped back his head, and without thinking, let out a long, deep howl. His ears pinned back as his cry reverberated through the alley, letting the city know what he'd done.

Frosty could feel Rivin's heart racing as the wolf's body laid up against his own. His own was thumping in his chest, accompanying a rapid pant. The two remained in blissful silence as Rivin emptied himself into the cheetah's heated depths, slowly drawing his paw from Frosty's lips. He leaned forward to kiss the cheetah, holding the satisfied embrace for several seconds.

The wolf's knees began to wobble as the exertion caught up to him. He braced a paw against the wall, but realized that he would have to let himself down before he collapsed. Unable to support the cheetah against the wall in his sexually exhausted state, Rivin carefully lowered himself to his knees. His paws supported the cat's body as he hugged the cheetah against himself, his swollen length still tightly locked in the fleshy grip of the cheetah's bowels.

"That was..."

Rivin grinned as the cheetah began to speak, interrupting the cat when he trailed off. "...as bad as you thought it would be?"

Frosty shook his head gently. "Incredible. We should do it again sometime."

"What, out here in the alley? Where people might find us?"

The cheetah would have blushed, were his muzzle not already flushed from his recent peak. "Shush. I didn't think that fucking in a dark alley would be that exciting."

"Glad that you agree, kitten. Only trouble is, we might still get caught. We're gonna be stuck here for a long while, until I can pull out."

"Might as well enjoy the cuddling, then," Frosty giggled quietly, kissing the wolf's neck.

Rivin nodded his agreement, his tail lazily wagging side to side. He nuzzled between the cheetah's ears while Frosty continued to lightly kiss him, giving one of them a soft nibble. The round feline ear flicked lightly at the attention, attempting to fend off the wolf's attention. Rivin chuckled, slipping his muzzle over the excitable ear and suckling on it. Frosthy whined into the wolf's soft fur as he was teased, trying to hold as still as possible to avoid shifting that swollen knot in his body. Each time he did, an overwhelming rush of sensation spread through his bowels and groin.

Rivin grunted around the cheetah's ear and bit down lightly, feeling a similar spark of excitement when Frosty wiggled. He was never going to be able to pull out of Frosty didn't calm down. Of course, with a little brute force he could work his knot free, but the cheetah might not enjoy sex for a little while if he did.

"Hold still, kitten," the wolf chuckled, releasing the cheetah's ear.

"Mmh, can't help it," Frosty protested. "You keep teasing me, and then when I wiggle it just makes it worse."

"Maybe I should just pull it out," Riving offered with a knowing grin.

Frosty knew better. He shook his head immediately, nipping the wolf's chin lightly. "No, don't do that. Last time you did, I was sore for the next three days."

"Then calm down," the canine chuckled. "Otherwise you're not gonna leave me with much choice."

Frosty huffed quietly, pawing at the wolf's chest. Rivin was the one instigating it, and he was being blamed. He closed his eyes and rested his cheek against the wolf's shoulder, taking a deep breath to unwind. Rivin allowed the cheetah to relax against him, embracing the spotted feline in his lap. He knew they would be tied for some time, so it was the perfect opportunity to simply bask in the moment, despite his desire to tease and torment the helpless cat.

Several quiet minutes passed without incident, the two sharing occasional kisses and gentle hugs. The wolf's fingers idly traced lines through the spotted cats fur, circling a few of the larger spots as his fingers passed over them. His ears perked lightly at the nearby honk of a car, but settled down once more when he heard it speed away.

Frosty's head lifted when he heard a soft growl from the wolf's belly. He glanced down, lightly rubbing a paw over it through the moist shirt. "Sounds like you could use something to eat, pup."

Rivin chuckled, nodding to the cat. "Yeah, you could say that. I haven't had much to eat today. I only grabbed a light dinner before heading to the bar."

The cheetah wagged a finger lightly at the wolf. "Shame. You should always get a full meal before you go to the bar. You hold your booze better that way."

"Says that cat that still smells like liquor," Rivin contested.

Frosty huffed, but he knew he was defeated. "Maybe we should try to pry ourselves apart and find a diner to grab a late meal."

The wolf chuckled, nuzzling the cheetah between the ears. "Assuming I can get my knot out of you. Either way, dinner sounds like a perfect idea."

Rivin sniffed lightly at Frosty's ear, growling quietly at the pleasant musky aroma rising from the cheetah's body. The smell of sex was strong on the cheetah's body, combined with a subtle aroma of vanilla from the body wash that Frosty frequently used. The combination of scents dug at the wolf's hunger. He was tempted to take advantage of the helpless cheetah in his lap, knowing that the cat likely wouldn't suspect a thing until it was too late.

Another insistent growl rose from the wolf's gut as he began to actively lick and nibble over the cheetah's ears. He was torn between waiting patiently to enjoy dinner with the cheetah, or having a cheetah for dinner. It wouldn't be the first time he'd surprised a partner after sex, but he did consider the cheetah a friend.

Frosty giggled as the wolf's belly growled louder, sounding much more demanding. He reached down as he leaned back, slipping his fingers beneath the damp shirt to directly knead over the complaining gut. It grumbled quietly at him as his fingers passed back and forth over it. Deciding to take the initiative, Frosty carefully maneuvered his legs away from Rivin's waist. He slid his feet back until he was kneeling on the ground, still tied securely to the wolf. He gave an experimental tug, the knot pulling at his clenched pucker.

Rivin clenched his teeth to muffle a growl as Frosty pulled away from his lap. His paws dropped to squeeze the cheetah's hips, discouraging the cheetah from tugging quite so hard. Frosty seemed to understand the gesture, relaxing a bit. He shivered as the knot settled back into his bowels, pressing itself against his sensitive insides again. His paws lowered to the wolf's hips to balance himself as he attempted again, this time moving a bit slower.

As Frosty worked to extricate himself from the wolf's swollen knot, Riving made up his mind regarding dinner. It would be easier for him to simply take advantage of what was already there. The cheetah's head was ducked, his gaze intently focused on the wolf's lap as he relaxed his rump and pushed softly, timing it with an upward tug of his hips. The knot strained against his pucker again, but he did make a bit of progress.

Rivin took advantage of the distraction to slip one of the cheetah's ears into his muzzle. He suckled gently, nibbling along the edge. The motion broke Frosty's concentration for a moment, nearly letting himself settle back into the wolf's lap. He whined in protest to the nibbling, but pulling his hips up again. The knot threatened to pop free as he lifted himself, whimpering quietly at the rather unpleasant stretching sensation he was causing.

The wolf's jaws parted over the cheetah's head, a wave of heated breath washing over the spotted cat. Frosty didn't seem to notice, panting lightly as he let himself relax between tugs. He had nearly freed the canine's knot, and hoped that he could work it out with another attempt. Rivin drooled in anticipation of his feline meal, a few stray droplets dripping onto the cat's head. He lowered his maw onto the cheetah with a quick snap, knowing that once Frosty caught on to what he was doing he would be much less cooperative.

Frosty jumped when he felt Rivin's jaws close over his face, dislodging the wolf's knot from his body with a lewd pop. He whimpered loudly at the painful stretch that the abrupt motion resulted in, shifting his hips and flexing his rump to dull the throbbing sensation. It was a momentary distraction from the slippery embrace of the wolf's maw. Rivin took advantage of the cat's discomfort to stretch his jaws down past the cheetah's neck, nibbling lightly.

The cat's paws reached up when he realized what was happening, trying to push Rivin's jaws off his head. The wolf was quick to snatch the cheetah's wrists, pulling them down to Frosty's sides. The spotted feline opened his mouth to speak, but it was nearly impossible to do so with the wolf's jaws wrapped over his head. He wiggled helplessly, easily overpowered by the stronger male.

Rivin growled hungrily around the cheetah's head before he lunged down. His jaws bore down over his prey's shoulders, cheeks stretching to fit over them. The motion shoved Frosty's muzzle into the slimy embrace of the wolf's gullet, which spread over his face smoothly. Rivin paused a moment to lap over Frosty's neck, idly wishing that he'd removed the cheetah's shirt first. His tongue was greeted by dry fabric instead of soft fur when he took his first swallow. Frosty's shirt was quickly plastered to his body by the wolf's drool, however, allowing the cheetah to pass into the wolf's throat smoothly.

With the canine jaws descending quickly over his chest, Frosty found his arms completely pinned to his sides. A pleading mewl rose from his lips as he squirmed, but it was becoming more difficult to move. He was practically helpless against the wolf, his slender frame making Rivin's meal quite effortless.

Rivin hunched over the defenseless cat, pushing Frosty out of his lap. His length slid completely free of the cheetah's rump, bringing with it a trickle of musky wolf spunk. It leaked from his abused rump as Rivin's paws lowered to the cheetah's hips. He squeezed the cheetah's curvy hips dominantly, pulling them toward his jaws as the cat's shoulders squeezed into his stretching gullet. It took a bit of effort for him to squeeze them down, but once the widest part of the cheetah's torso was trapped in the wolf's throat, the pace began to quicken.

Even in his intoxicated state, Frosty knew that he was in trouble. He was steadily being introduced into the wolf's gullet, the slippery flesh kneading his spotted frame toward the noisily growling stomach. He could feel the canine's teeth combing through the fur at his belly, nearing his hips quickly. He couldn't believe that this was happening. He was being swallowed alive by one of his best friends, and he couldn't do anything to stop it.

The cat's spotted tail lashed back and forth as Rivin scooped the cheetah's hips into his jaws. His tongue curled beneath the cat's musky package, making Frosty gasp and wiggle in protest. The tip of his tongue kneaded over the cheetah's balls before sneaking behind them, lapping at the slippery tailhole. The taste of musk and wolf seed was strong there, prompting Rivin to continue licking as he swallowed heavily. The spotted feline's slender waist disappeared into his gullet, adding to the shapely bulges that were already traveling down his throat.

Rivin's jaws parted wide as he hefted the cat's legs into the air above himself. He relaxed his throat now, causing Frosty to abruptly slide downward. Soft ripples of motion accompanied the cheetah's descent each time Rivin gulped, greedily devouring his spotted lover. His bushy tail wagged as Frosty's head pushed into his belly, satisfied in the knowledge that his hunger would be sated soon enough.

The wolf's head tipped back farther, straightening the cat's path as his hips disappeared into the dark passage. The cat's feet kicked helplessly in the air, a spotted tail lashing back and forth between them. Frosty had all but given up, knowing that he was little more than wolf chow. He grunted as he was forced deeper into the slimy gut, curling into himself unwillingly. The wolf's slick tongue lapped between his thighs, teasing the poor feline as his toned legs disappeared between the wolf's jaws.

The inside of the wolf's belly was hot and especially muggy, smelling distinctly of a predator's gut. Slimy fluids clung to his fur as he was forced into its depths, his torso joining him in the belly's embrace. It was pitch black inside, making it impossible to see, though he knew that it wouldn't matter. The air inside was thin, making it difficult for him to breathe. He wouldn't be awake for long once Rivin had finished his meal.

The wolf's fingers interlaced themselves between the cheetah's toes, making Frosty jump. He grinned around his mouthful as he stuffed the cheetah's feet into his maw, closing his lips afterward. He slurped greedily over the cat's feet, his tongue tracing between each of the pink pads. The licking made Frosty giggle, abruptly pulling in an attempt to escape. He succeeded in doing so, though it only resulted in his feet sliding into the wolf's throat.

The tip of Frosty's tail was the last to disappear between Rivin's lips, the wolf suckling greedily on it before a heavy swallow pulled the rest of the cat down his gullet. He let out a satisfied groan as his belly stretched around the unfortunate cat, hugging it firmly. His fingers rubbed over the bloated dome of his belly as he carefully twisted himself around, pressing his back against the wall for support. Rivin gazed down to admire his belly with a smirk, watching it shift and wiggle as the cheetah moved.

Frosty whined in defeat, soft mewls rising from his throat as he pushed his paws firmly against the walls around himself. Rivin could see the outline of the cheetah's pads each time Frosty shoved, admiring the way his gut stretched over them. He felt a little guilty that he'd eaten his friend, but such was a predator's life. Frosty hadn't been the first friend that had disappeared down the wolf's throat, and Rivin suspected he wouldn't be the last, either.

Frosty wanted to say something, but he couldn't find the words as panic set in. He was trapped in the wolf's gut. He was nothing more than a wiggling piece of food to the wolf; to his friend. His heart raced as his mind began to grow hazy, panting as he continued to struggle. He was quickly wearing himself down. Frosty knew that escape was impossible at this point, but it didn't deter him from struggling.

The wolf's arms squeezed around the cat to contain him somewhat, growling happily. His tail thumped against the wall as it wagged, proud of his dinner. He was feeling somewhat sleepy now, worn out from the exertion of sex as well as the heavy meal that was sagging in his lap. The squirming bulges in his gut were beginning to settle down, knowing that the cheetah would be out cold soon enough.

"Sleep, little cheetah," Rivin said quietly. His paw rubbed over the cat's outline as he spoke. "You'll be a part of this wolf soon enough."

Frosty whimpered, able to clearly hear the wolf's words. He opened his mouth to reply, but before he could form a word his body gave out. He felt himself sinking into darkness as he slipped away, succumbing to the wolf's body.

Rivin felt his stomach gurgle as the cheetah fell still. A familiar pressure built against the top of his gut, followed by a deep belch that echoed through the alley. He giggled softly, rubbing a paw over his stomach. A deep sigh rose from his chest as he laid back against the wall, licking his lips to taste the remains of the delicious white cheetah. He glanced down at his gut with a chuckle as he gave it another hug.

"Thanks for offering dinner, Frosty. You were delicious..."