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Ok, Long story short, I've overhauled the first and second chapter and re-posted them into the first title. I already did it wrong once and wasted 4 hours of typing and writing and modification. This time, with the help of a dedicated gedit window, I have managed to do it right. More proof that as an author, I'll do my best to never give up, never let you down, and most of all, to never desert you! But I'll be the first to admit I'm not perfect.

Anyway, All charecters (C) Jarhyn's player.

This story is jam packed with homosexual furry goodness. If you are too young to read that kinda stuff or you are offended by the thought of guys boinking eachother, I would advise you get out of here as I refuse to be held responsible for any trauma you might get from reading this perverted piece of text.

The slim polar bear moaned as the larger cheetah sucked on his right nipple and stroked the 7 inch rod of flesh between his legs. While Rowan Ursus wasn't much for a random encounter, it really seemed to hit the spot. In fact, he hadn't even bothered to ask the cheetah his name; all he knew from earlier conversation was that he worked at a pizza place, was gay, and that he had a great body. After the pants went down it it was like the bear was a completely different person...

As Rowan humped into the cheetah's paw, he reached down to feel the feline's growing member. Part of him wanted that studded feline cock pumping inside him, but the feel of the paw stroking his cock was fine too. Already, the feline's nubs were getting firm and rubbery as Rowan's paw explored the length. With a few more strokes, the tip was nice and slick with sticky feline pre.

As he groped and handled the cheetah's slick length, a low growl began to roll from him, letting Rowan know his efforts to return the pleasure weren't in vain. The polar bear responded to it by using his free paw to explore the feline's soft, tight scrotum. As he pawed the magnificent cat, his own climax began to loom on the horizon, and that was his cue to move on to more. With an excersize of self control, he released cheetah's pulsing rod, and pulled away gently from the feline's expert grip.

Even as his own cock complained from the sudden burst of cold air, the cheetah looked at him with a playful pout. Even as he pouted though, the bear turned and got on his knees, straddling the toilet bowl and raising his tail to let the feline know exactly what to do. Looking back and seeing confusion, he smiled and nodded to the feline, who took a position behind the bear, and let his slickened cock poke at the pink fleshy ring. As he did, Rowan sucked a quick breath of air, and pushed back slightly on the tip of the member.

Rowan moaned a bit as the cheetah began to press back with the streamlined length. Feeling the entry, the feline made a soft moan that was an exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain; hearing the expression of pleasure, the feline continued to drive his length into the tight hole. When the feline pushed himself in, Rowan He felt every last nub of the feline's fleshy "spines" enter him, and he gasped once more in pleasure. While the cat's maleness was skinnier than his own, it made up for it in it's shape.

Once the cat was in him completely, he slowly began to hump, pounding first slowly, then quickening the pace against the bear's sensitive core, who smeared pre onto the porcelain with each thrust the cheetah made. While the cheetah pushed, Rowan did his best to tighten his hold on the cheetah, and was glad as the cat moaned loudly with every squeeze of the ursine orifice

Already, Rowan could feel the grip of the cat tighten, and a second later, the cheeta was clamping his maw down on the bear's shoulder in a mating bite. It didn't matter though, that the feline was close; The bear was doing all he could to hold back his own orgasm. As the feline bit down, Rowan began to let his pleasure continue to mount, and with a sudden moan, ursine cum splattered all over the side of the toilet. As he shot his load, he could feel the cheetah tighten down his grip, and then he felt the hot sticky strings shooting into him as the cat also finished.

When the feline had managed to let off his grip, and pulled off of the spent bear, Rowan stood up and turned to face the feline.

"By the way... I'm Rowan" He said, dick still dribbling drops of cum onto the cold tile. Even as he grabbed his pants off the hook behind the feline, he felt a pang of embarrassment for the whole situation, leading to a blush. While it might have not been visible through fur, the feline would smell it for sure.

"I'm Jonathan. Jonathan Rastin..." the cheetah said meekly as he trailed off, his own blush scent far overpowering Rowan's, letting him know that he wasn't alone in being a little embarrassed over the situation. Once he had spoken, another cloud of blush perfumed the air, and the cheetah grabbed his pants and proceeded to pull them on.

"I dont suppose you do this often?" Rowan asked him as he pulled on his own trousers, taking care to button the rear over his short tail.

"Not really. I dont suppose I could get your address, maybe a phone number? Maybe we could... uh... do it again some time?"

"Well, I don't think my roomy knows I do this kind of stuff; or at least I hope he doesn't. I don't really want him to find out either."

"Oh... so it's like that..." the cheetah said, disappointment creeping into his voice.

"I didn't mean it like that; He's strait. It was the only rent I could afford at the time, and now I'm stuck in a lease. I just don't know what he'd think about me being gay. I'd love to get your number." As soon as he said it, the cheetah was already writing his phone number down on the back of a buisness card he had produced from his pocket.

"That's Amore," Rowan asked, looking at the card as the cheetah handed it over.

"It's the pizza place I work at. I do delivery friday, saturday, sunday, and monday after 1500. You should order a pizza some time." the cheetah said with a wink. As soon as he got his pants zipped up, he opened the door to the bathroom and was on his way. Rowan locked the door again once the cheetah had made his exit, and then sat down on the toilet to empty himself out.

...

When he finished doing his business, he pushed down the silver lever on the toilet and washed himself up. After taking a quick look at his own deep blue eyes in the mirror, he clicked the lock on the door and entered the pounding chaos of The Triangle.

The place was probably one of Coldspur's biggest clubs. During the summer months, almost anyone could find what they were looking for be it booze, drugs, sex, or just loud music. On the central floor, furs writhed in dance under the multicoloured strobes. At the bar, some chatted while others moped over stale drinks. Along the back walls some of the more scantily dressed patrons made passes at anyone they thought would be willing to pay for sex. For the most part, the staff there gave a blind eye to it. Rowan didn't care one way or the other.

With a smile on his face, he padded confidently down to the bar, and sat on an unoccupied stool between a well built coyote and an overweight tiger chick in a belly shirt that obviously wasn't made for her.

"So, can you give me a 'hung horse' on the rocks," the polar bear said to the underdressed husky behind the bar, slapping down his cash with a lusty grin. The husky behind the counter turned, flashing a flirty smile back as he picked up the coin and set a tall shot glass full of thick liquid and ice onto the bar.

As he picked up the drink, he gave the bartender a quick nod and downed the concoction. The stuff tasted like sweaty balls, and had about the consistancy of runny eggs. Pretty much the only thing it had going for it was that it covered the taste of alcohol. He would have ordered a few more, but he had to drive home, and go to work in the morning. As he looked up at the clock, though, it was only 1840; He had plenty of time for one more beer. Besides, the bartender was new. New was always good.

"Anything else I can get you?" the husky said, and Rowan asked for a beer.

"Thanks" Rowan said as the bartender delivered a long necked bottle, then left to serve the other patrons...

...

Rowan shifted groggily under the sheets as the alarm clock blared in his ear. With a groan, he turned over in the bed, and realized that he couldn't get away with hitting the snooze one more time. Hesitantly he forced himself to sit up in the bed and rub the sticky grains from the corners of his eyes.

When he sat up, the headache kicked in and he tried to place exactly where his memories of the previous night faded into black. The slip of paper on the nightstand next to him was new. So were the bite marks stinging on his shoulder... and then he remembered the cheetah. How could he have FORGOTTEN about the guy? It was the best fuck he'd gotten in a long time, and he had walked away with a phone number to boot. Maybe the luck fairies didn't hate him after all.

With a big yawn, Rowan forced himself out of the bed and began searching his room for his work clothes. Specifically, his pants; AlphaTech only gave out two pairs, and they were expected to be used. After last nigh He hated getting up in the morning but he had little choice. He was expected to punch in at the AlphaTech ITS Support Center in about an hour and a half and lateness wasn't tollerated. When he failed at the first abortive attempt to find the pants, he gave up and just proceeded to take a quick shower.

...

The water cascaded out of the showerhead, starting with a stuttering hiss. Rowan smiled and put his hand into the stream to check how warm it was and smiled. As he stepped into the warm water he let out a relaxed sigh and began to rub the water and some shampoo deep into his soft white fur. As he worked his fingers through the soft mass of hollow fibers, he began to think of Josh; The cougar's soft golden eyes... his full red fur.

As a third shift security guard for the Protect-All Security group and ex air-force, his roommate also had the advantage of being in great shape. Rowan began to slowly undress the cougar in his mind, starting with the cougar's shirt. Another sigh let it's way out of his throat as he began to think about a chest of soft fur which would hide a set of hard muscles.

Rowan's mind continued to wander to wander, and his paws as well. He let out a content rumble as he felt the warm water trickle down his body, soaking him. Forgetting about the shower, he stopped working his fur, and instead let his paws find his sheath, cock already peeking out of the end. Rowan knew Josh was strait, but even so he continued to undress the feline in his mind. His rumble grew louder as he imagined the couger taking off a tight pair of pants to reveal a full feline sheath with the tip of it's studded member already peeking out.

As the image clarified in his mind, Rowan began to massage the length of his thickening member, letting it fall out of his sheath fully. Within a minute, the shaft had hardened enough to stroke, the shampoo helping his paw glide over the stiff organ. In his head, he still thought about the feline he knew he could never have. Slowly the polar bear rubbed along his thick cock, pre now dribbling from the tip and washing off in the warm cascade. As his paw glided over his slick member everything seemed to melt away, and pleasure consumed him. Soon, with every rub of his paw, he felt the pleasure building, each stroke pulling him closer to his climax. Only a single stroke later, cum shot onto the wall of the shower and began it's journey down into the drain; In his mind the cougar gave him a teasing wink and vanished. With a smile he moved his paw up to his mouth to lick it clean. When he was satisfied that he had gotten all of the seed off his paw, he proceeded to shampoo the rest of his soaked fur.

Once he had stepped out of the shower, still tasting the salty sweet taste of his own semen on his lips, he picked up his brush and began to use it to pull the moisture out of his soft coat. Once he was mostly dry, he set on towling off the last of the water, and then finally getting dressed.

Once he got back into his room, he managed to spot the crumpled pile that would be his work pants hidden under his bed. Once he reached them, though, one whiff was enough to tell him that he would be digging through the laundery; Wearing slightly used pants was still better than wearing a pair that reeked of sex. After putting on his shirt and tie, he picked up his laptop, and was reminded by the clock once more that he was probably going to be late. With due haste, he hopped in the car, and sped to work as fast as his electric car motor would take him.

As soon as he had punched in, his supervisor Tom began to approach him. Tom Leron was a lion with an attitude that that couldn't have been worse if he had a thistle growing in his ass since birth; He seemed to have a beef with anyone and everything that had ever existed... but especially with Rowan. The only way the polar bear could imagine that he got his position was that the lion must have either been a champion at sucking cock, or through nepotism, and either way Rowan couldn't do anything about it. As the lion walked up to him, Rowan could tell by the frown plastered on his face that Tom was on the warpath and the result wouldn't be pretty.

"I punched in on time, I swear... check the clock," Rowan told the lion preemptively as he reached the polar bear's cubicle.

"I know, but that's the problem, isn't it? Next time I expect you to be early, not to just scrape by. We hire for excellence here, not mediocrity," the lion said, his voice an example of malign intent. The next part was the part Rowan really didn't want to hear. From his voice, he could tell Tom had something extra-special for him.

"As you might have heard on the news, provided you even watch it, there's a new virus going around. We're being slammed with requests for service, but the problem is that somehow our own server got infected with a copy, and now every box in the building is spamming our own servers."

"So you want me and the rest of ITS to fix it?"

"No. I don't. Just you. I need the rest of the ITS department helping customers. Just remember, failure isn't an option. At least not if you like your job." the lion said snidely at him, and then walked off to go belittle someone else. Rowan sighed and walked into his cubicle. Today was going to be a long day...

It had been several hours already. He had managed to finally track down the virus by putting the hard drive of an infected computer into his clean laptop and looking at the files from outside the infected environment. The virus did set itself apart; Not only did it resist deletion from the operating system using hooks in the delete command and file explorer it even had hooks in the boot sector and used the swap to hide a copy of itself, so whenever the computer turned on, something was deleted, or the virus's directory searched for, it would first make sure to restore the missing virus file, and then further protect it from modification. The worst part about it was that it spread on the network not via an exploit, but an actual back door in the OS, giving it direct and simple control over the system.

To actually remove it, he had to make a boot cd that would load into a static OS, search and destroy the virus files, and then patch the system so it couldn't be reinfected.

The worst part about all the work though was that in the end, Tom would take full credit. Such was life, though. Once he had finished restoring the last computer in the office, he walked to the clock and punched out for the day, with five whole minutes to spare before overtime kicked in. The drive home was slow compared to the drive in, but Rowan was ready for some "slow" after grinding his brain at work all day.

When he got back, he wasn't surprised to see the red sports car that belonged to Josh's fiance... until he saw who was in it; while he expected to see the girlfriend, the fox sitting next to her was a bit of a shock. He was wearing expensive sunglasses, and the woman seemed to have her right arm around him. Rowan couldn't see what his roomie saw in the shallow bitch. As far as he could tell, Cecilia Hornsen only wanted one Josh Cullsen for his hard body and as a second income. While he had only been renting with josh for a few months, he knew she didn't deserve him. With a sigh, he got out of his own car and headed in to find the cougar sitting on the sofa with his face in his hands.

He had never seen Josh this vulnerable, ever. Quietly, he padded to the sofa and took a seat next to the broken Cougar.

"She left me..." The cougar said, choking back what Rowan could have almost taken for a sob, had he not known the cougar better.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"She said she loved me, before... and before she left she made it clear it was a lie. I was ENGAGED! I wanted to live my life with her, and then she just dumps me for some loaded fox. I don't know what to do. Hell, this hurts worse than that time back in basic," Josh said, locking his gaze on Rowan's blue eyed gaze. Without thinking about it, Rowan reached around the cat and embraced him like a brother.

"I'll pass... Believe me, the same thing happened to me once. It was six years ago; I was just out of high school and it was my first real relationship. I made the commitment to love them, and after spending the money from my student loans, they dropped me like a bad habit. I had nothing. Even my family wouldn't have anything to do with me after they found out. It took me a year and a half to pay off my debts and get back into college." Rowan said as he continued the embrace. After hearing what the polar bear had to say, Josh hugged back and this time the he couldn't hold back from breaking down anymore. Eventually the cougar just fell asleep in Rowan's arms. Within a few minutes Rowan also passed out from his own mental exhaustion.

Rowan woke up and looked at the wall clock. He had been asleep on the couch with Josh for a few hours, and blushed when he looked down at the sleeping feline. He had dreamed for months of sleeping with the cougar, but he couldn't help but feel he was taking advantage of him at this point even if the clothes were still on. The least he could do was offer the feline something to eat, and as he felt the business card in his pocket, it sounded right to order some pizza.

"Do you want a pizza? I know its probably breakfast for you, but it's 8:14 now and I need something to eat. I haven't had anything to eat all day." Rowan said, waking Josh up with a light shake.

"Eh.. Pizza? Hell, why not?. I have to work in a couple hours, though. And thanks."

"It's no problem. Just never feel afraid to talk about stuff, ok?" Rowan said with a small smile. Josh returned it with a weak smile and a nod.

"So what kind of pizza do you like?" Rowan asked him, in a less somber tone.

"'That's Amore'. The have a good pepperoni. 555-2354." The cougar said, his mood improving by the minute.

"Ok... Pepperoni suits me fine. Anything else?" Rowan asked, hoping that the still groggy feline wouldn't smell the blush as it shot across the air. Josh just shook his head. Rowan sighed, took off his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt as he walked over and dialed the phone.

*That's Amore Italian pizza. Can I take your order?* the gratefully unfamiliar voice said on the other end.

"Can I get a medium pepperoni?" Rowan asked the fur on the other side.

*That will be $10.50. Anything to drink?*

"No, just the pizza."

*And can I get your name and address?*

"Rowan Ursus, 1950 Juniper Lane in Coldspur."

*Thankyou. It'll be there in about 20 minutes,* the order taker said, then hung up the phone on his side.

Rowan hung up his side of the phone and left Josh to go shower, and then went to change into something more comfortable for the evening. He decided on a plain white t-shirt, and a pair of baggy sweatpants. Just when he was done getting dressed, he heard the shower turn off, and the doorbell ring.

Hastily the polar bear ran to the door and opened it, only to find an extremely familiar cheetah looking back at him. As soon as the face registered on him, and again his embarrassment hung in the air. The cheetah just gave him a wink.

"So this is where you live... Nice place. I don't suppose that roomie of yours is around?" The cheetah said with a suggestive grin.

"Actually he is. Can we just pay for the pizza and talk some other time? I am really not in the mood for that. When do you get off work on Saturday and Sunday?"

"Around 11:00, after my last pizza is dropped off... or depending on when you order your pizza I might just get off a little early," the cheetah said with a smile.

"Then maybe I might order a pizza tomorrow. No guarantees."

"By the way, the pizza is $10.50, and I have a few more deliveries to make. Maybe I'll will see you around The Triangle some time." the cheetah said, slightly disappointed. The frown on his face disappeared as the polar bear wrote out a check, and then pushed a hefty 10 dollar tip into his paws. Hastily, Rowan shut the door, and then brought the pizza over to the table.

"So what was that about? Do you know him or something?" the cougar said curiously as he stepped around the corner. Rowan blushed yet again as he looked back at the feline. Thankfully the smell of the pizza hid his mood, or he figured he would be in some real trouble.

"It was just a friend of mine I wasn't expecting to see. I didn't know he was a delivery guy."

"Ah... Anyway, I am hungry, and the smell of that pizza isn't doing me any good."

Rowan opened the box on the table and they dug in. Rowan stole a glance or two as the cougar devoured slice after slice though Josh was careful not to get any sauce on his clean fur. Rowan could barely pack down four of the thick crusted pieces. As he ate, between remembering the shower that morning and seeing him now topless at the table, it was enough to get his mind working on visualizing the pants gone too, and by the time the pizza was gone, he had managed to grow a significant hard-on. When he had finished with the pizza he waited until Josh got up and turned around to get finish getting ready for work before getting up himself and moving the pizza box to the trash. Rowan could only hope that Josh failed to notice the 7 inch tent in his sweat pants. With due haste Rowan headed to his own room, careful to not turn towards the cougar.

When the polar bear got to his room he noticed that pre was already starting to show through his sweat pants. Hastily he threw them down to his ankles and grasped he pulsing rod between his forepaws. With a gasp, he began to stroke quickly, already feeling the pleasure of his own paw's touch against the hot flesh. Rowan couldnt help but squeeze his eyes shut and fantasize again about the hard-bodied cougar in the next room as his hand glided up and down his length.

Rowan began to groan, pleasure filling him and warmth flowing through him as he caressed his sack with his free paw. When the pleasure waned, he released his shaft to start up again a few seconds later, pleasure becoming more intense as he renewed the attention. With his mind he immagined it to not be his paw but rather Josh's as he serviced himself. As he continued to work the swollen member, he began his build to climax, feeling the intensity as he passed the point of no return, and then began spraying the floor with sticky white semen; his whole body tensed as he released his seed on the carpet. With a sigh, he stopped stroking and then licked his paw clean as he always had in the past. As his toung pulled the cum out of his paw's soft fur, he immagined that it too was actually josh's. He smiled, then wiped the hand off on the floor, and then began to clean the sticky white fluid out of his carpet with a towel before it could harden. When the last traces of the act were gone, he crawled into bed and fell promptly asleep.