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_"Oh-o-oh-o-oh-oh-no-no...."

" OH-O-OH-O-OH-OH-NO-NO!"

"Oh-o-oh-o-oh-oh-no-no...."

"OH-O-OH-O-OH-OH-NO-NO!"

"Oh-o-oh-o-oh-oh-no-no...."_

My earphones blasted Beyoncé at full volume in a feeble attempt to keep the night away from my eyes. The Nth cup of coffee steamed on my desk next to the ThinkPad playing illicit MP3s that I had gotten from my friend Jules last week who had gotten them off the Internet somehow. This chick Beyoncé really got some rhythm going in her bootylicious voice, I figured while my claws tapped the desk on both sides of the open textbook on suprasegmental phonetics.

The text was almost a blur at this blessed hour of...I had to lift my eyes painfully from me book to check it from the corner of the computer screen.

02:55...oh fuck...

The end exam would be tomorrow at 12 at the big lecture hall to round off my linguistics course package and finally get me rid of that technical crap. What good was it for me to know that a simple, colorless vowel sound that was inserted between consonants was called a schwa? What was that strange letter anyway? It didn't even have a written letter in the English language.

Figures that it was pretty much the most common sound in the whole beautiful jumble that was the English language.

Also figures that I was staying up to three am in the morning to cram in this stuff that I'd probably never need after this one silly exam that was a compulsory part of my suite of studies in the language and literature. I suppose this is what I came here for, so I better just bite it, yeah.

It was still pretty much a goddamn pain, anyway. It was so complicated that it reminded me of chemistry classes back in high school, where they'd put us to memorize...what was it called...functional groups? Building blocks of life and the universe, Mr. Pitt would tout to us and try to kick our asses to actually study for once. It wasn't much different here in college to be honest, I guess. Building blocks of the language being described by a bored teacher who would have been much more interested burrowing into the depths of the tongue at the safe comforts of his office, with books as his friends. Probably drinking Lapsang souchong with his pinky held up.

I grabbed my coffee mug and took down another acrid gulp of Folger's and tried to concentrate on the book again. The R 'n B music had calmed down for now and replaced by some smooth-voiced chick crooning jazz into my ears. I yawned jaw-crackingly, scratched my chest and squeezed my eyes shut hard to try to chase the boredom and collapse-inducing sleepiness away. My brain was slowly shutting down and even my tail had stopped its customary flicking and looping motion and lay paralyzed against the ugly plastic mat of the dorm room.

The clock read 03:01.

Maybe I should put my book away and just give up and go to bed, I postulated, scratched my chin and yawned again. My maw tasted like shit after so much black coffee. My belly rumbled hungrily. I wondered if I had anything nice to eat in the small fridge I had in my room...I think I had a can of soda stashed in there somewhere...

St. Caffeine, the patron saint of all students, would get my prayers tonight, I decided and took another stale sip.

My MP3s had been again randomly shuffled by Winamp and now a sultry voice was going on about a ballad inside my head, and of course, being buggered up and running half on caffeine and half on evil spite, I joined in, hollering in a necessarily nasal way.

_ "Underneath your clothes!!!!! There's an endless story...there's the man I CHOOOOOOOOOOOSE, there's my territoooooryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.................!!" _

I batted my tail around and almost knocked over my mug from the table as it made a particularly precarious swipe across my desk. That didn't dishearten my musical awesomeness, though.

_ "For beeeeeeiiiiiiing such a goooooooooooooood giiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirl...........underneath your CLOOOOOTHESSSS......" _

BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG!

That wasn't Shakira!

It took me a second or two to realise that the banging was not a part of the Colombian bombshell's routine, but it was in fact coming from beyond my very own music space and from the corridor beyond. More precisely, it happened to be coming from behind my very own dorm door.

I took off my oversized earphones and dropped them to the desk before I got up and stretched and rolled my shoulders briefly while I went over to the door and pulled off the deadbolt before unlocking and opening the door.

The first thing that hit me was the smell of tequila exploding in my nosepad. Its source was only visible as a blotch of tawny fur in the dim night lighting of the dorm hall outside before that very same mass of warm-toned pelts was plastered all over me.

"Heeeeeeeyyyyyyyyy Row-reeeeeeeeeehhhhh!!" tequila-sounding voice slurred into my ear before a tongue slithered all over the very same ear.

My paws instinctively clutched on the sides of the infamous and all too familiar cougar currently giving head to my ear. A loopy tail wrapped around my right leg and even more importantly, something very stiff was pressing against my belly. My ears flattened.

"Peter, whoa, boy!" I tugged on the cougar's sides while the tawny cat's own paws groped all over my back through my T-shirt.

"Hmhmhmrmrmrmrmrmrmrmr," the cougar purred while his tongue did x-rated things to my round ear.

I kicked the door shut with a carefully aimed footpaw and jabbed the drunk male on the ribs and tried to get him off my skin for a moment.

"Hold on, you!" I spoke firmly, snorting a little as my nose again got flooded with booze breath.

Peter responded by pushing his hips more firmly against my belly, rubbing what was a massively hard boner onto my track pants-covered abdomen. His paws were slowly drifting towards my ass.

"Heyyyy Row-reeee!" the cougar grinned wildly, ears flicking madly.

"Good morning to you too, Peter, didn't really expect to see you here," I snuffled, my paws still holding onto the drunken male while he gazed at me with slightly glazed eyes.

"Row-ree my maaaaannnn...," the cougar purred and tried to kiss me.

He missed and I got his wet lips plastered against my nosepad instead, making me snort loudly. Peter simply laughed.

"Ugh, you're cold!" the cougar giggled and gave my nosepad a slightly lime-scented lick.

I repeated my earlier jab action over his ribs through the cougar's plaid shirt and snorted again from the feeling of that raspy tongue against my nose. Peter ground his stiff piece into my belly.

"And you seem to be a bit more hotter than usual," I spoke to him firmly and tilted a knee in a way to try and get a few inches between our bodies.

Peter's paw slipped down over my hip and squeezed at one of my fleshy rump cheeks, making me yelp a bit. Can't say it felt too bad, though. My tail swiped from side to side.

"That's because I've been PAR-TAYYYYYYYYY-ing!!!!!!" the cougar snickered and flicked his ears at me swiftly while he tried to come in for a kiss once more.

I tilted my head to the side and caught his chin into a single big leonine paw and forced him to look at me. I scowled mildly and tried to sound gentle but firm.

"Peter! Peter, you're pretty drunk, man, and I think you should calm down a bit and maybe at least try to get back to your own place y'know?" I spoke. "Do you remember where you live, Peter?"

The cougar licked his lips and pouted.

"Your place was closer...," he purred.

I snuffled.

"Oh, really?" I snuffled. "And did you take a cab here, Peter?"

The cougar's feisty paw gave my tail a little tug. I wanted to swat that paw away, but I was currently too much occupied with simply holding him up, and as such, let that pass for now.

"Nawwwww...I walked!" the cougar growled hotly. "It's beauuuuuutiful out there!"

He tried to make a beautiful thing against my lips again, but I held his head steady.

"Wow, wow, Peter, you're running a little bit hot here, man!" I tried the firm approach again.

The cougar winked.

"Uhhhh, maybe I am," he rumbled and made a hump thrust against my knee.

I wanted to roll my eyes, but didn't even bother to go that far. He was just drunk, he was being juts a little bit more forward than usual. I also suspected that the firm approach might have been turning him on even more, too.

"Well, you're pretty much so buzzed that I don't think that you'd even get a cab anymore, so yeah...," I huffed, "Guess you have to stay here, Peter."

"Knew I could count on you Row-reeeee!" the cougar rumbled and slammed his paw against my back.

I hhmmmmphed as the air escaped my lungs.

"Yeah, well, I also have an exam in the morning so you better behave, okay?" I sighed.

"You can thhhhhrust on me," the cougar winked and again showed his hips forward against my tilted knee.

"You're gonna be sleeping on the couch!" I spoke firmly and pointed a paw towards the couch on the other side of the dorm room.

Peter pouted his thin cat lips and dropped his ears.

"But it's lonely out there...," his paw rubbed a circle over the small of my back, "I wanna cuddle..."

I snorted.

"We can cuddle tomorrow after the exam and after you've sobered up, Peter, "I snuffled, unable to stop my smile, though.

We weren't really anything, Peter and I, I knew as much, but he was good company when we felt like it. He seemed to be feeling very much like it, and I well...can't deny that being humped and groped by a sexy cougar in the middle of the night wasn't having a little bit of an effect on me, too. It still didn't change the fact that he was probably drunk on a bottle of tequila.

Peter's pads lingered over my tailbase.

"But I wanna cuddle nowwwww...," the pouty cougar snuffled and licked my lips.

Well, that did feel pretty good, and the lime and booze didn't taste half-bad.

"I just promised that we can have a really good cuddle TOMORROW, Peter," I spoke gruffly and tried to glare at him convincingly.

Peter licked his own lips and I felt his tail around my leg tighten up as he leaned closer to me again.

"You're turning me on, Row-reeeehh...," the cougar slurred hotly against my lips before he finally got what he wanted, a kiss.

At least he didn't shove his tongue into my muzzle but rather kept it simple, just holding his lips against mine firmly. It didn't feel bad at all, even if he kind of dry-humped my leg at the same time and purred like mad. His purr resonated against my lips and tickled my throat.

"Uhmphh...," I complained despite the fact that the cougar's eager kissing was starting to feel not just not bad but also pretty good, too.

"Purrrrrrrrr....." Peter opined.

I was starting to feel a bit happy inside my own pants while Peter ground his own stiff dick against my belly, and my tail made a kind of a broad sway behind me while the cougar kept kissing me. Drunk or not, he seemed to know what he wanted, and even if I was running on coffee and pretty much nodding off before he came over, I was slowly starting to get into it despite my better judgement. My paws splayed over his back and felt his slim frame while Peter's paws stroked my own back and seemed to pretty much like my ass, too, because I kept getting gropes down there.

I still managed to pull my muzzle away and break the kiss, though I did feel hot and flustered, and my cheeks throbbed. My cock throbbed halfway out of its sheath, too, and was lodged between out bodies that were still closely together. Peter tugged on my tail again.

"Want me on the couch, Row-reeeeh?" the perky cougar smirked and licked his lips.

"Come 'un," I rumbled and began to walk us towards the bed.

Peter chuckled as I shuffled backwards and took us to the general vicinity of the bed before I flipped us over and sat down, only to soon be pushed down to my back by a purring and eagerly sprawling cougar. I let him do as he pleased for now, and simply held onto his back and let him settle comfortably over me while Peter just grinned and leaned in for another kiss.

This time our tongues met halfway through and made raspy, hot contact while we tasted each other and purred at the same time. Being humped by a drunken cougar wasn't such a bad idea after all, I had to decide when he started to nibble on my neck.

"Ohh, man...," I tilted my head back and let him have his intoxicated way with me.

My paws rubbed Peter's arched back slowly, feeling both his purrs and the slow work of his muscles as he leaned over me and tried to give me a hickey and was making quite the sloppy work with it. My neck was covered with his saliva and kiss marks and small bite marks as he worked, more nibbling than simply kissing now. Everything smelled of tequila and cougar, and my paws felt cougar and muscle all over me while our bodies slowly moved together. I have to agree that his paws did fumble a little while they moved all over my sides as he felt me up, but it seemed that Peter wasn't quite as drunk as he first appeared to be, at least judging from the steely quality of that hard-on pressing hotly against my thigh. My own boner throbbed helplessly inside my pants and was constantly pressured by Peter's belly rubbing over it whenever he moved, keeping me stroked just on the edge of genuine, hot stimulation.

"Hmmmrrr...you smell good..." Peter rumbled, his nose pushed against my wet neck while he lapped and slurred against my skin.

Incomprehensible murrs escaped from my throat and I pushed my hips up to his, eliciting a moan from us both from the friction that increased from hot to scorching. My paws were already tugging on his belt. Peter sure had a great ass, I had to concur while my paws did dirty things to his beltline and felt up the sweet cheeks in the progress. The cougar's purrs against my chewed-on neck only intensified. It made my cock drool and twitch in its trapped place, sensitive and almost painfully hard. His sensual attack on me might have been partially fuelled by booze, but the element of lust was there, too, and there was no escaping from it. I knew he wanted to get as busy as I did.

I grabbed both halves of Peter's rump and gave him an ass prod.

"We better lose these," I rumbled, massaging his hips with my thumbs.

Peter's purr tapered off as he ground his hips against the dual hold of my paws and my own loins, stroking up the heat deliciously.

"You...mhmhmhhm..."

"Ahhh!" I moaned as his teeth did something dirty for my neck.

"...help me..." the cougar growled into my skin.

It took only about a minute or two of half-drunken, half-caffeine-woozy fumbling before we were back on the bed, this time as a wholly naked pile of purring and snarling felines getting it on. There was a lot of biting and a little bit of scratching, and our cocks made happy hot dogs with our bellies acting as the buns while we made out and busied ourselves with all sorts of debauchery things you could do with your paws. Peter raked his paws along my sides while my paws mostly concentrated on his slowly up-and-down-rocking ass that fit comfortably into my big, cupped paws. It helped to keep the pressure on our hard dicks just perfect while we kissed and grunted and generally acted just the way two horny fellahs were supposed to do when deep in a tumble.

Peter gave me a wink and one more liquor-tasting kiss before he travelled down my body, licking and kissing anything that he could find before his lips were firmly wrapped around the pointy, leaking tip of my cock. I couldn't do anything but grunt and put my paws gently on his neck and let him do as he pleased. I didn't really have to coax him because the cougar doing his own thing was pretty much enough to make my balls tingle.

I think he was smiling even with my cock between his lips while he took me all the way and pressed his nose against the thicket of pubic furs at the apex of my groin. His hot breath tickled my skin and made me gasp even before he purred around my flesh inside his muzzle.

"Ffffffffff.f.....," I didn't even have it in me to slur out the required obscenity when his tongue coiled around my shaft and gave it a raspy tug while still holding me deep within his maw.

My tail trashed from side to side and whacked against the cougar kneeling between my splayed thighs while the hot blowjob continued. My belly clenched and my balls itched even before he slipped a paw to cup my fuzzy, soft sac and pull the skin taunt over my ticklish testicles.

"Damn, man!"

Peter's pads caught my fuzzy skin between two pads and rolled the soft skin in his grip, and his maw made rude and remarkably cock-twitch-inducing slurping sounds while he went up and down on my curved boy-sabre. His lips caught against my barbs whenever he came up for a breath and let my cock slip from his maw for only a moment before he was back at it again. Every time his nose was buried against my belly I let out a soft groan and rumbled and purred deeply.

The cougar seemed to be even greedier than that for he tilted his cupped paw briefly and began to rub a couple of padded fingers against my taint, circling dangerously close towards my little treasure hidden at the very base of my rapidly flicking tail. That made me tense briefly, but I decided to play nice for now. It wasn't something I did much, but it wasn't bad. Just not something I always wanted to meddle around with.

Peter, on the other paw, seemed to be more than eager to play with my muscled bud. His fingertips rubbed and stroked and made hot circles in my taint, causing my tail to swipe him again. That movement caused everything down there to tense up a little, which only made the touch feel ever that little bit better.

The cougar was still purring around my flesh while he didn't miss a beat on the classic bob of his head. His fingers stroked and tugged on my balls and made them jangle in their furry prison even when his thumb prodded and probed against my fleshy tailhole. The rarely teased nerve endings didn't mind the fact at all and instead were rejoicing at the expert play coming from the surprisingly un-fumbling paw. My own paws stroked his head furs gently, messing them up seriously but in a good way. It wasn't a bad look for the cheeky cougar, especially when he was so busy giving me pleasure from both ends. I hardly could do anything but purr deeply, feeling its rumble course through my chest. A phonetics exam was no longer the first thing in my mind when Peter really gave my balls a firm squeeze and made me moan.

"Ahhhhhhhh...." my content leonine rumble filled the sex-musky air.

Peter let my cock slip from his maw and it landed on my belly with a mild slap. Pre dripped from both my tip and from the cougar's smiling lips. He blew hot air over my wet junk and probably simply enjoyed watching me squirm under the stimulation. His paw remained in my taint. I made a face at him and showed him my tongue.

"Want a little bit more?" the drunk cougar grinned.

"Well at least don't keep a lion waiting, whatever you do!" I rumbled deeply.

The cougar's pads circled my hole slowly and made me bite my lip.

"You keep your stuff in the old place?" the cougar huffed roughly, stroking my thigh.

I gave him a quick nod and the cougar stumbled off the bed for a quick pass to my desk to fetch something from the secret stash I kept behind a literature textbook. He was already trying to tear open the plastic package by the time he had returned to the bed.

"Let me do that," I rasped and extended a paw.

The cougar stood by the bed, sporting a big, impatient boner as he handed me over the slip of plastic. My less intoxicated fingers were more than adequate for tearing open the package as carefully as I knew. I held the condom between my pawfingers while my other paw reached and took a hold of the inviting length of pulsing catcock.

"Someone's eager," I smirked and leaned over to give the leaky tip a quick lick.

Peter grumbled and I saw his eyes flutter briefly as I gave him a few preliminary licks and was rewarded with a warm spurt of pre and a numb tongue both from the sticky fluid and the numerous barbs covering his hot tip. Cat musk and sex made me smack my lips when I let his cock slip past them and I eased the lubed condom over his length. I do admit that I was being especially thorough with my job, too, for he thrust into my paw and grunted.

"Tease!"

"Hmmmmmr," I grinned and pinched his tip.

"Fuck!"

The cougar practically jumped me when he got down to the bed again and shuffled between my legs. He grabbed my thighs and rubbed them while purring, his erection still proud and strong in its solitary jutting pose over his belly.

"Where do you want them" he rumbled.

"Around your waist," I replied instantly.

I didn't like to have them up someone's shoulders. It just felt funny for me to be folded in half when someone was prodding me under the tail. Didn't feel quite right, that.

"Nice and romantic," the cougar purred.

Peter grabbed the lube and squirted a very good amount onto his paw, causing sticky drops to drip over my belly while he slathered his dick and then applied those same slick fingers against my tailhole again, pressing more firmly now that he got the necessary lubrication applied. My muscles complained briefly and clamped down on his fingers when they passed my pucker before being allowed a safe journey through my back passage. The cougar played me only briefly before he unceremoniously left my body and instead shuffled himself forward and took aim.

"Here it goes..."

That dirty talk probably sounded dirtier than it should be, but it did its trick especially when the hot cougar pushed his lubed dick against my tailhole and began to press into me. I did my best to relax but it still took a little bit of hissing and a cursed "fuuuuuck" when I felt that slippery piece of meat pierce me and push deep into me. Peter was beyond waiting for any adjustment and simply thrust into me without a pause.

"Hhhhhsssssssss," I went when he went as far as he could go, only stopping when his bouncy balls pressed against my taint.

It didn't exactly hurt, I guess, but it was...plenty. Lots of cat inside a cat, and it felt like he had just drilled me a new one with his barbed tip, but it was worth it. The slight pain was already turning into a slow throb of pleasure, deep inside my belly, while he made himself at home inside me.

Peter's paws appeared on both sides of my head when he leaned forward and pressed out foreheads together, his knees shifting for better leverage.

"Damn you're tight."

Peter's drunken dirty talk was simple and to the point, but it hardly mattered. He was in me, and he was in deep, and it was fine like that. He licked my lips and let our chests meet, making our bodies fit together well. I hooked my ankles around his ass and gave him a little tug, causing that prickly tip to meet my prostate deep within my belly.

I hooked a paw behind his neck and tugged the cougar down for a tonguetastic kiss.

We started to fuck with all our youthful enthusiasm and coffee and tequila running in our blood, much of which was concentrated into our engorged sexual organs, of course. I used my legs around his back for my own moves while the cougar kept his thrusts into me flowing smoothly off his springy hips. Our tongues battled inside out maws much like his barbed cock was seesawing in and out of my hot, snug rump, his balls bouncing against my heated flesh with each firm gyration of his hips. Yeah, Peter liked to keep things multidimensional, and instead of the classical in 'n out fucking, he liked to drag his barbed weapon off to the sides as well. That kept my anus in a constant state of clenching around his shaft when that fleshy cock stretched me on all directions. His barbs tore into my tail tunnel and raked through the soft, convulsing flesh intently, keeping me well stimulation. My cock throbbed and leaked copious amounts of pre between our hard at work bodies. Everything smelled or sex and rut and a little bit of booze, too, but that was almost lost now that we had been swapping spit for some time.

I didn't get fucked too often, so it was a refreshing experience, and being all snug 'n tight, it wasn't too much of a surprise that my friend with benefits wasn't going to last long. Our sex got more passionate and toothy by the minute, and soon Peter was going fast and hard on my, really pounding his flesh against and into mine. Shocks of pleasure were already coursing through my body from the treatment I was getting. My cock throbbed almost painfully from the stimulation in and out of my body, and I was pretty much ready to call it quits when Peter buried his muzzle against my shoulder and bit.

The twinge of pain was nothing compared to the hot pleasure tearing through my body when I stated to cum. I made a complete mess out of our bellies and chest with my load that flew everywhere in thick spurts, pent up since I hadn't really had the time to jerk off since last night, so there was plenty to share. New musk filled the air and was enough to push the heated cougar over the edge too, probably assisted by the potent contractions of my body all around his cock while he drove into me for one last time and simply lost it.

I could do little but to hold onto his body as we rode out our orgasms and simply enjoyed being young and free and male and horny and currently in close bodily contact with someone who felt good to hold and be close with. Our bodies rocked lazily against each other and I curled my tail around the spent cougar to make sure he wasn't escaping any time soon. His cock gave a feeble throb inside my and was then as still as the rest of him. I simply stroked his back and enjoyed his warmth and the feeling of his breaths against my shoulder, the slightly throbbing bite mark reminded me of the intensity of his lust only moments before.

Peter purred rumblingly and lapped against my lips.

"Hehehh...," the cougar chuckled.

"Eh?" I opened a half-lidded eye and looked up to him.

"Need to go."

I jabbed his ribs.

"Go!" I told him. "If you gotta throw up, do it in the toilet, not the sink!"

The cougar chuckled.

"Silly," he snuffled, the tequila again apparent in his eyes, "need to go otherwise."

"Heheh," I flicked an ear.

Peter left me with a rude, slippery pop and let my lower body collapse to the bed with a thump. The sudden shock caused my rump to clench tightly, reminding me that I'd just been thoroughly fucked. I flicked my tail to loop it around my legs and watched the cougar with the bouncy hard-on walk over to the bathroom, tail flicking languidly.

I laid back and rubbed my face and wondered what the time was. I was too tired and too content to get up yet anyway. I laid there for a while and listened to the sounds of Peter's bathroom visit and hoped that he didn't flush the condom down the toilet. I heard water running and the telltale jingle of the toilet paper holder, and soon he re-appeared, sporting a slightly wilting erection but still grinning widely. He sat down to the bed next to me and grinned and pulled up one leg to lie against his other knee, and began to rub it slowly.

"Looking good there, Row-reeh," the cougar smiled, his paw going down up and down along his slim, tawny leg.

I batted his back with my tail.

"You're looking pretty good too, you," I chuckled and smiled toothily.

Peter yawned and kept rubbing his leg.

"Ahh, and yeah, sorry about that...well, greeting...," his ear flicked towards the dorm door.

"Bah, it's okay," I replied, rolling to my side to lean against an elbow. "Guess this was more fun than cramming for that exam tomorrow."

"You've got it tomorrow?" he yawned again.

"Yeah."

Peter chuckled.

"Think you'd be up for a movie after that?" he asked me.

"Oh?" my ears perked.

"Me 'n guys are going to watch that new flick, 28 Days Later. It's supposed to be a real gorefest."

"Sounds great," I scratched my neck. "You can count me in."

"Yay!" the cougar smirked.

"Yeah," I agreed.

Peter gave a slightly sheepish look and his ears drooped.

"Uhh...yeah, so... umm...mind if I still crash in?"

"Be my guest" I snuffled, already moving over to make room for him on the bed. "I gotta freshen up a little bit before bed, though."

"Yeah, sure, I'll keep it warm for ya," the cougar grinned.

I shuffled off from the bed, careful not to drip cum everywhere, and headed for the bathroom, a bit sore in the tail place, but purring happily.

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