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"It's so nice to finally meet you, Matt!" Jay's middle-aged mother gushed as she pulled the husky into the aging yellow house. She was a little plump, her apron draped over her chest and stomach, but she was vibrant and moving about with vigor. "Jason's told us so much about you!" Her brown eyes sparkled above her pert smiling muzzle. Matt could see where Jay likely got most of his features.

"It's nice to meet you as well, Mrs. Richardson," Matt said politely, offering his paw to her.

Mrs. Richardson placed her cream-colored paw on his and held it for a moment. "Just call me Bee, dear." She turned around and headed back to the kitchen where she was preparing dinner.

Matt looked at his boyfriend and tilted his head to the side as he mouthed the question, "Jason?"

Jay just shrugged and rolled his eyes in response before stepping after his mother, with Matt following dutifully. "Where's dad?"

"He had to work late again, Jason." Bee's voice was a little sad, but otherwise matter-of-fact. Clearly Mr. Richardson worked late often.

"Oh, okay. Um, me and Matt will be downstairs in the family room." The cougar started towards a staircase, hooking a paw around the husky's belt and pulling him along.

Mrs. Richardson nodded absently as she continued to chop potatoes. "That's 'Matt and I' dear. I'll call you when dinner is ready."

Jay shut the door at the top of the staircase as they went down. When they reached the basement, the cougar rushed over to a puce-green couch that clashed with the burnt-orange pile carpet, and flopped onto his back.

"Wow, your house is, uh..." Matt hesitated, searching for a description. He sniffed about, the basement filled with Jay's slightly musky scent.

"Very seventies? Yeah, I know. But I get the basement pretty much to myself, so I'm not gonna complain about the color scheme too much." Jay sat up straight and grinned, his sharp teeth a stark white in the low light of the room. "Come sit down, we have time to cuddle before dinner!"

The husky sat down beside the cougar and kissed him on the side of the muzzle. Before Jay could reciprocate, Matt leaned back again. "So, Jason, eh?"

Jay winced. "Yeah. That's my full name. I hate it though." He took the TV remote from the armrest and began to flip through channels. "Anything you want to watch?" the younger fur asked.

Matt ran a paw across the fur on Jay's head and down his neck, making the cougar shiver. "Naw, we can just hang out." He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and pulled him down so that the pair was laying on the couch. Jay had dropped the remote in favor of kissing Matt, pressing his short muzzle against the husky's slightly longer one. The television was shouting at them to hurry now and they wouldn't have to pay for not one, not two, but three whole years!

They hadn't been making out for long when they heard a deep voice calling from upstairs. "Dinner, boys!"

"Dad's home, I guess," the cougar commented as the pair disentangled themselves. Once they were standing, Jay gave Matt once more quick kiss on the nose, then led the way up the stairs.

* * * * *

Kael stared at his computer screen, the image of a teal-clad samurai gracing his desktop. Was it a hare? Or a fox? The internet certainly didn't know. 'The species equivalent of androgyny', the 'roo supposed.

Despite the fact that he sat at his computer as usual, he didn't have any games running. It wasn't often that he had the room to himself, and it had been months since he had it to himself for an entire evening. But Kael wasn't really sure what to do with his newfound freedom. He wasn't in much mood to do anything.

He hopped slightly in his chair when he heard someone knock on his door. The 'roo launched himself from his chair, banging his thick tail on Matt's desk yet again. 'Ouch. I hate this stupid room. Man, it's nearly ten. Who's not out partying at this hour?' Kael brushed his black hair from his eyes, and moved to the door, opening it. He was greeted by Laura's smiling face.

"Oh, hey Laura, what's up?" Kael said. His heart had jumped a little in his chest.

The white wolf pushed past the kangaroo into the room and pounced on Matt's bed. "I figured I'd give you an update on...things," she giggled, waving her paws in the air mysteriously.

"Matt and Jay?" Kael stated as he shut the door. 'Always Matt. He's my best bud and all, and I promised I'd help, but damn if I'm not tired talking about him.'

"Yeah, that and Rhisanth." Laura's ears twitched, and she pursed her muzzle shut in a grim line.

Kael studied Laura carefully, his green eyes boring into the wolf's head, as if he were trying to read her mind. "Rhisanth? You mean that mage from Ameranth?"

She nodded, "Yup. Matt took off without any warning at all, chasing some tall lion he said he thought was Rhisanth. I was so angry at him for doing that, and if he does it again I'm going to shake him until his teeth fall out."

"Did Matt find this lion?"

"Nope. He disappeared into some office building. Matt's pretty convinced it's him, but I have no idea what to think about the whole thing."

Thinking for a moment, Kael grabbed his binder of paw-written notes. "So this dude didn't respond to the name Rhisanth?"

"Not any more than anyone else did. Pretty sure everyone thought Matt was nuts." Laura looked around the room while Kael had his long snout stuffed in his binder. Matt's side hadn't changed that much. The husky didn't really seem to have much in the way of possessions, and he apparently didn't even like posters. Unlike Kael's side of the room, which was plastered with posters from a bunch of different games. Some of the posters had ultra-buff Marines-type characters, while others had voluptuous vixens and the like. Laura wasn't quite sure what to think, other than she was pretty sure that none of the characters could ever be real. They were almost excessively perfect.

A couple minutes later Kael looked up from the binder. "Maybe it is, but isn't Rhisanth. You know, some sort of alternate dimension thing? Where furs exist in all dimensions, but not quite the same?" The 'roo thought out loud, "We heard about something like that in my physics course."

Laura stared at her friend blankly. "You've lost me."

Kael shook his head, his tall ears swiveled to stay pointed at the wolf. "No worries, dudette, I was just thinking. I don't know." He shrugged and grabbed a textbook from his shelf. He flipped through the pages. "There," he stopped about forty pages into the book, "Here's what I mean."

"It's called the Many Worlds interpretation. Anytime that a quantum event has more than one outcome, the universe splits. Say if the electron can strike atom A or atom B, there'll be two universes. One where it hit atom A, and another where it hit atom B." Kael explained, glancing up from the text to look Laura in the eye.

Laura's face contorted. "So there could be an infinite number of universes? Like some sort of crazy science fiction movie?"

"Something like that," he nodded. "So right now there could be a universe with dinosaurs still roaming the planet."

The older girl stopped, putting her paw up. "But a world with magic? Is that even possible with this, this multiple worlds theory?"

"Many Worlds interpretation, and I don't think so. According to this book, the basic laws of thermodynamics and physics still apply to all worlds. There also shouldn't be any way to travel or communicate between worlds outside of our own." Kael frowned. "I'm not even sure if physicists even bother with the Many Worlds interpretation anymore anyhow. But I don't think Matt is lying. Hell, I was there when those claw marks just appeared on the dude's legs in the middle of the night."

Laura shook her head, then brushed the errant white hair that cascaded across her muzzle with the effort. "Maybe physics is wrong? I don't know enough about it to come up with anything. Now, if it were supply and demand, or hospitality, I might be able to talk about it."

"Maybe you're right, dudette. Magic in itself seems to defy the laws of physics, so why wouldn't it break every other law as well? I'm gonna swing by my prof's office tomorrow, and see what the dude thinks."

Laura stood up and stretched, her arms over her head as she reach for the ceiling. Kael quietly watched her move, enjoying the view of the lithe wolf. As she stifled a yawn, the white wolf moved towards the door. "All right, well, I'm going to hit the sack here. Thanks for explaining Kael. Hopefully you should see Matt tomorrow. I have some homework to do before work."

"Ah, right, you have a night job. You never did tell us what you're doing." Kael asked, smiling at the white wolf as he appreciated the view. 'Ask her out, dude. Dude, dude, just do it already.'

"Oh, it's nothing major. Just getting the resume ready for when I finish my hospitality degree." The wolf opened the door and turned back to the 'roo and smiled. "Have a good night, Kael."

"Laura?"

"Yes?"

Kael stood up for a moment, then sat back down. "Have a good night."

When the white wolf had left the room and shut the door, Kael turned his chair back to his desk and let his head flop forward, causing his forehead to bang heavily into the wooden desk. 'God damn it, I am such a chicken!'

* * * * *

"So, Matt, what are you majoring in?" Mr. Richardson's voice reverberated through the room. He was quite a bit older than his wife, his fur mostly white rather than a more typical brown or cream for cougars. However, this did nothing to make the male less intimidating. Mr. Richardson held himself with confidence in such a way that Matt figured he would be just as at home stalking prey in the wild as he would be leading a boardroom.

The husky finished chewing his meatloaf and swallowed before answering. "Mathematics, Mr. Richardson. Just finished up my first year."

The elderly cat nodded, smiling. "Any plans for graduation?"

Matt tensed, but willed his ears to stay pointed at Mr. Richardson. He hated this question. "I'm not sure yet, sir. Grad studies, perhaps."

"Who wants some ice cream?" Mrs. Richardson's saccharine voice carried into the dining room. She had left the table a moment earlier.

Jay laughed, making Matt grin in response. "Mom, we're still eating! Can't the ice cream wait a second?"

"No, no. It's fine, Jay," the husky apologized, as he realized he was the only one still eating. There were only a few bites of potatoes left on his plate. "I think I'm done."

His boyfriend leaned in and whispered to Matt, "My mom loves entertaining. She lives for this." The husky stifled a giggle in response.

Mrs. Richardson brought out a stack of bowls and spoons, along with a four liter tub of vanilla ice cream.

"Thanks for all of this, Mrs. Richardson."

Matt stood up to help her with the dishes, but the plump cat gleefully waved him away. "You're such a polite young fur! I have it under control. You sit down and enjoy the dessert. And please, dear, call me Bee."

The husky sat down again. "Okay, Mrs. Richard...I mean, Bee."

Jay rolled his eyes and grabbed a couple bowls, scooping out some ice cream for himself and his husky.

Everybody was digging into the ice cream, and the room was quiet but for the sounds of spoons against ceramic bowls. Jay kept placing his foot on Matt's, rubbing the older fur's toes with his own. Matt, on the other hand, suddenly found himself quite light headed. Before he could say anything to warn Jay what was coming, he had passed out, face-first, into his bowl of vanilla ice-cream.

"Matthew?" Bee shouted in alarm. The Richardsons had all stood up, but Jay was already lifting Matt's muzzle out of his dessert.

"He's got narcolepsy, mom. It'll be okay. He'll be up and about soon." Jay was using a napkin to wipe the dairy from his boyfriend's fur, while his parents were moving around the table to help lift Matt and bring him downstairs.

'Hopefully he'll be up soon,' Jay thought, trying not to panic.

* * * * *

When the husky awoke this time, he found himself on the soft dirt of a dense forest. Keeping low, he took in his environs. Deciduous trees with massive leaves as big as his torso surrounded him, and the trunks extended far above into a dense canopy above. Matt could mostly only smell decomposing vegetable matter despite the life around him, likely because of the high temperature and incredibly humid air. The husky's tongue rolled out into a pant, and he could feel his fur begin to frizz.

'A rainforest? I must be really far away from the plains.' Matt kept himself against the ground and felt for the staff Rhisanth had given him under his body. 'I thought rainforests were supposed to be noisy, filled with life. Why's it so quiet?'

A net made of vines dropped over the husky, small rocks tied to the corners keeping it weighted down. "Bad move," Matt whispered angrily. He felt for the red gem, a ruby, embedded near the top of the staff and concentrated. A fiery, hollow sphere surrounded the young husky and quickly expanded, burning away the net and allowing him to stand. The smell of burnt plants filled the air, almost choking Matt, but he held his concentration. Feeling for the sapphire near the ruby, he willed a bubble into existence around him.

A roar to his left prompted Matt to whirl around, bringing the staff up in front of his body, held in both paws. A bipedal creature had launched itself at the husky. He could only register orange and white fur from his glimpse while he fell flat on the ground again onto his back, evading the flying creature. A second such creature jumped on the bubble, and the blue barrier deformed slightly. With a flick of Matt's paw, the bubble deformed outwardly again, launching the creature into the air.

'Tigers!' Matt realized. They were incredibly large, both over six feet tall, though the first was clearly taller than the second. Likely weighing nearly two-hundred and fifty pounds of sheer muscle, they had orange fur flecked with black strikes all over except for their stomachs and chests, which were covered in white fur. Their paws were enormous, and had wicked looking claws. And both wore nothing but a small loin cloth covering their crotch, which seemed to be more for modesty than any sort of actual protection.

The husky had stood up by now, while the pair had regrouped, circling around Matt on either side. He was eyeing them both warily, but found it difficult to keep both in his field of vision. 'I know a bunch of defensive techniques, both magical and with my staff, but if I have to actually fight them off...'

With another roar, they both bunched their thick legs and pounced at the husky simultaneously. Matt, however, was ready for them. He touched a yellow gem, a topaz, on his staff and jumped directly up. The magic propelled his leap, making him soar into the canopy above nearly thirty feet into the air. The tigers stopped and looked in amazement as Matt grabbed onto a branch. "Whoa!" he shouted involuntarily as he nearly fell when the spell wore off. Clambering onto his perch, he looked down back at his attackers.

"What do you want?" he yelled.

The pair talked between themselves for a moment. At least, Matt assumed they were talking. Their language was one of guttural snarls and short barks. Finally one shouted back, the shorter one, "We could ask the same of you, mage." His voice was deep, almost a growl. His accent was odd, emphasizing hard consonants.

Matt shook his head. "I don't want anything! I'm lost!" He thought ruefully, 'The story of my life in this world.'

The tigers conversed with one another again for a moment. The one that seemed to be the designated speaker - perhaps the taller one didn't speak English, or whatever other language Matt could speak in Ameranth? - addressed the husky again. "Then we shall escort you out of our forest."

Matt was a little leery of trusting the tigers who had attacked him unprovoked, but the pair seemed more relaxed after the discussion, so the husky took it as a good sign. Leaving his bubble barrier up, he touched the yellow gem a second time and floated to the ground. The tigers eyes him warily, but did not move to attack him.

"Lead on," Matt stated, pointing towards the forest with his staff.

They had walked in silence for nearly an hour. Matt had let his spells lapse, as his barrier wasn't really meant to be invoked continuously for that long. In the meantime, he had studied the forest and his 'escorts'.

The forest itself had sprung to life with a cacophony of sounds shortly after the group had begun to move. Matt had seen a number of feral birds, their feathers as noisy with color as their songs. The light hum of insects permeated the forest, but otherwise they saw no other creatures.

The tigers, however, were quite quiet. They both lead the party side-by-side, apparently confident that they could catch the husky should he attempt to escape. Matt didn't mind the view though. The loincloths only covered their fronts. Despite the danger, he could certainly appreciate their broad, muscular backs and the round mounds under their tails. 'Sure they could probably snap me in two, but when life gives you sexy mostly naked tigers, you make, well, lemonade?'

Even that view was getting dull after a while, so Matt decided to try and break the ice. "Um, so who are you?" He winced, his ears flattening themselves in embarrassment. 'Some diplomat you are, Matthew Lancaster. You're going to get yourself killed before the welcome home reception.'

The second tiger, the taller one, snorted. The shorter one grinned as he looked back at the husky, revealing a row of large, sharp teeth. "We are Tigelmen, mage."

"Tigelmen?" Matt cocked his head to the side.

The first one snorted, shaking his head. "For a mage, you know very little." The second one snorted again, more loudly this time.

'I think they're laughing at me.' Matt shrugged the insult off. It was accurate, and he wasn't going to argue with someone who was that much bigger than he was. "I come from...somewhere far away." The husky kicked himself internally. 'Lame, lame, lame. Damn it, Matt, stop that.'

"All of Ameranth knows of Tigelmen. They know to leave our forest alone. There is only Ameranth, so you are lying," the shorter tiger stated matter-of-factly.

The husky sighed. 'Am I that transparent?'

"Another world, not Ameranth."

The taller of the pair nodded at the shorter. The shorter tiger, the leader Matt presumed, asked the taller a question in their own language, at which the taller snorted again.

The husky looked around, his eyes darting about. 'I wonder if there's any way to get away from these guys.'

"Qu'into will test you," the smaller one announced. Qu'into, the taller one, grinned maniacally, flexing his biceps as he clenched his paws in front of his chest.

Backing up with his tail between his legs, Matt objected, "Wait, I never agreed to any test."

"You came into our forest unbidden. We do what we want."

Matt wasn't going to argue the point, but he really did not want to fight. Sighing, he brought his staff up in front of him at an angle, the lower paw on top of the wood, the other gripping it from below, and faced Qu'into.

"What's the deal?" he asked, his voice grim.

The first Tigelman nodded. "You win, we consider you worthy of Tigelman friend. Strong. You lose, we leave you outside the forest. Asleep." Matt didn't think that meant a peaceful sleep. Matt nodded once, and the shorter tiger growled three times in response. Then Qu'into roared and launched himself at the husky.

Matt grunted as he brought the staff up, blocking the tiger's attack. However, his opponent's strength was far greater than his own, and the husky found himself flying through the air until he hit a tree, the air getting forcibly pushed from his lungs.

'Ow! There's no way for me to compete! He's bigger, faster, and stronger than I am!' Matt rolled out of the way when the tiger launched at him a second time. He watched as Qu'into's feet hit the tree, using it as a springboard and jumping far away from the mage. 'He's playing with me.'

Grasping his staff, he inched his paw over the fourth and final gem on it, an emerald. He concentrated on the plant life around him, grasping vines with magic through the dirt. Seeing the mage stopped, Qu'into snorted a couple times. 'Oh yeah, he's definitely laughing at me,' Matt thought morbidly before redoubling his efforts. He willed the vines to snake around the tiger's feet.

Qu'into roared in defiance once he had realized what was happening. The vines wrapped themselves around his feet, tying him in place. More vines draped over his arms and head from the trees above. The tiger thrashed about, ripping the plants from the trees, trying to prevent himself from being caught. The shorter Tigelman snorted at his companion, which only enraged the taller one further.

Matt let out a strangled squeak when he saw his opponent change under the vines. The tiger had stopped struggling, but he let out a primal roar, shaking the very ground under the husky's feet. He kept roaring, almost as if he were in pain as Matt watched him get taller. A lot taller, and bigger too. His muscles rippled and ballooned as his legs extended, pushing the tiger further above the ground. His chest expanded while his arms lengthened. The husky continued to wrap the tiger with vines as he grimaced at the kind of damage those much larger and longer claws could do.

'Tigelmen aren't tigers. They're weretigers!' Matt realized belatedly. Soon the weretiger was covered in vines from head to toe, and Matt breathed a sigh of relief. That sigh turned into a full out scream when Qu'into burst out of the vines almost effortlessly. He was nearly ten feet tall, and probably approaching six hundred pounds of muscle. He was slightly stooped, and his arms hung past his knees. Some of his teeth had grown to become fangs, reminiscent of saber-toothed tigers of old.

Now even the first Tigelman looked worried as his friend charged the husky. Matt tried to dive to the ground, but the longer arms gave the weretiger more reach than he had anticipated. He screamed again as the claws raked his back, shredding his shirt and leaving it on the ground in tatters. The husky felt blood running down his back.

The young husky staggered to his feet using his staff, and held it closely, pressing his paw pads against the blue gem. His protective bubble sprang into existence for the second time that day. Qu'into rushed Matt, and pressed into that bubble. Instead of the bubble launching the weretiger away, though, Matt found himself flying through the air again.

'Not good,' Matt thought woozily as the bubble absorbed most of the shock of the fall.

* * * * *

Jay was watching Matt closely, wondering what was going on. The husky was laying on the couch, twitching in his sleep, almost as if he were trying to act out some dream. Occasionally, the dog's breath would hitch, or he would groan slightly. The cougar would run his paw across the husky's forehead in response, to try and soothe his boyfriend.

Matt screamed in pain and rolled over, falling onto the floor and pulling the sheets along with him. Jay watched in horror as lines of blood began to stain the back of Matt's shirt.

'Holy shit! There's no way...'

Remembering the story where Kael had patched Matt up while he was fighting a demon, Jay quickly got some bandages from the bathroom. His boyfriend was squirming below him as he ripped off the shirt and wrapped the wounds tightly.

The cougar's ears twitched when he heard the door to the basement open. "Is everything all right, Jason?" Bee Richardson called down the stairs.

Jay gulped. 'Maybe this was a bad idea...' He shouted back, "Um, yeah, mom. Just watching a horror movie. I'll keep it down."

"All right, Jason. Don't stay up too late. Wouldn't want you two to ruin your sleep schedules!"

She closed the door at the top of the stairs and Jay heaved a sigh of relief. Matt was in danger, but he didn't know how he could explain this to his parents. He shuddered as Matt began to whimper. Drawing his boyfriend close, Jay kept applying pressure to the wounds.

"It'll be all right. You can do it, Matt."

* * * * *

Matt's head was swimming from the beating and the blood loss. He held onto the staff, lifting himself up from the ground a second time. 'Where's Qu'into? He should have finished me by now.' The husky looked up to see Qu'into attacking his friend!

"I guess he loses all control in that form," Matt said to himself. "Good riddance to both of them." He began to limp away, but stopped when he heard the smaller tiger roar in pain. "Argh, damn me and my conscience. I can't just leave him!"

He turned around to see a small trail of blood from where he had crawled from, but the trail stopped not less than a foot away from where he was standing. 'Jay!' Matt realized. Another roar, he wasn't sure which tiger's, brought his focus back.

Matt looked to see the smaller Tigelman on the ground, rolling in agony. Qu'into was stalking around him, growling low as he slowly circled the prone tiger. The husky touched the blue gem again, dropping the shield. He held the staff in front of him, pointed at the weretiger.

"Frozen throne heed my call, take my foe or I may fall. Stop him solid in his tracks, keep me safe from his attacks!"

A flash of blue light surround the staff before coalescing into a bullet of light, slamming into the bigger tiger. The husky heard the weretiger scream in protest, but when the light subsided, Qu'into had been encased in ice. Or most of him. From the chest down, the tiger's broad body was trapped. Matt heaved a sigh of relief.

Before he could even think about what to do next, a loud snap echoed through the forest, and Qu'into began roaring once again. The husky's tail went right between his legs and his ears flattened as he watched in amazement as the icy prison shattered entirely.

* * * * *

"But how is that possible? It was solid ice!" Jay exclaimed quietly. Matt was lying on his stomach on the couch, with the cougar sitting on the floor resting his head against Matt's paw.

"I have no idea. Those weretigers have absolutely amazing amounts of strength. If T'saro hadn't been helping me, I'm not sure I'd have been able to walk away from that."

Jay leaned in and kissed Matt's forehead. "So, what happened next?"

"Apparently the ice had cooled the weretiger's rage, or some such. I'm not sure. T'saro said something in their own language after Qu'into escaped the ice, and it was apparently enough to get through to him."

"That's kinda anti-climactic, no?"

Matt chuckled, then coughed slightly at the pain in his back. The tigers had helped him with his wounds after the battle, and had pledged him to be a friend of the Tigelmen for his brave fighting. But while the wounds were mostly closed, it was still really sore.

"You know, I'm okay with it being a little dull at the end. Honestly? I have no idea what would happen if I were to die in Amernath. I get the feeling I'd die here, too."

Matt rolled up to his side and pulled on Jay, who hopped up onto the couch to lay in his boyfriend's arms. "Thank you, Jay, for being here for me."

"Always," Jay said quietly, snuggling deeper into Matt's embrace. The cougar stopped for a moment when he felt something press against his buttocks. "Life or death situation, and you're getting hard?" Jay said with a laugh.

The husky chuckled, his breath making Jay's ear twitch. "Hey, I lived, didn't I? I'm kinda thinking about taking my hero's reward from a certain sexy kitty." Matt's paw travelled down the cougar's torso, and he squeezed Jay's sheath through his pants for emphasis.

"The way I see it, I saved you, with the bandages and all. How's your back, anyhow?"

The pair stopped for a moment as Matt hugged his boyfriend. "Still hurts pretty bad. It'll probably scar as well. But you did save me, so I guess we have to get a hero's reward for you too!" The husky licked the back of Jay's ear quickly, before nibbling on it slightly. The cat's ear piercings left a slight metallic taste in his mouth, but Jay's moaning and squirming made it worth it. "I already have my shirt off thanks to a certain someone removing it while I was sleeping, so I think we need to take yours off."

"Really? You weren't complaining when you woke up, mister!" Jay shot back as the husky reached down and pulled the cat's white muscle shirt over his head.

Matt's paws roamed his boyfriend's back, slowly kneading the soft, dark cream fur. "Today's the best day I've had in a long time, you know that?"

"Your back gets torn to shreds and it's a good day? I'd hate to see a bad one!"

"No, smart-ass!" Matt laughed, "We finally get to have some real time together."

The cougar pushed his rump against Matt's crotch, his tail curled and twitching around the husky's leg. "Definitely up for some 'real time' together." The husky's paw was fumbling with the cougar's jeans, clumsily trying to get the button undone. Impatient, Jay pushed Matt's paw away and started unbuttoning his own pants. "I got this, babe. You get the one by my tail."

Matt grinned and pressed his muzzle against the back of Jay's head. "Now who's eager?" Since he could look down at the button above his boyfriend's tail, he undid it quickly. Jay squirmed for a moment, putting weight on his arm and starting to shimmy out of his jeans. Matt helped him along with his paws, then his feet as they shucked the pants. The smell of Jay's arousal was suddenly overwhelming.

"God, you're so sexy, Jay. I can't believe we've dated for like three months without ever getting naked."

Still lying back to front on their sides, Matt's paws roamed Jay's backside, groping the cat's furry cheeks. His muscles were tight under the fur. Jay squirmed and audibly moaned when one of the husky's paws slipped between the cheeks and slid past the opening.

"We were always so busy, though I was starting to think you weren't really that interested." Jay jumped a little when a finger pressed against his hole.

"Oh, I was always very interested," Matt emphasized with a little push.

Pulling back, Jay flipped himself so that he was facing Matt. The husky took in the sight of his boyfriend. Jay's stomach was flat, with hints of abdominals peeking through his light tummy fur. Pointing his gaze further down, he saw a bit of black peeking out of the cougar's sheath. Matt took his paw and pressed down on the sheath, pulling it back and revealing more of the black cock. It wasn't very thick, but it was long enough. And just like what Matt had heard, it was barbed at the end.

"But you've still got pants on yourself!" the cougar complained with a smile.

Matt reached back to undo the tail button on his shorts while Jay undid the front. The sneaky cat also used the opportunity to lick and nip one of the husky's nipples, making the dog whine. Moving his attention to the other nipple, Jay pushed down on Matt's pants, pushing them off the husky with his feet the same way Matt had pushed his off earlier.

The pair parted again for a moment, breathing heavily. Matt's tail thumped slowly against the back of the couch as he grinned at his boyfriend. Jay's vision was focused on the dog meat below, however. His paws tentatively pushed back the already half uncovered sheath to reveal the entire bright red dick, from tapered tip to thick base, and with a partially inflated knot at the bottom topping a pair of white furry balls. The cat slowly stroked Matt, letting the dog's wet grease the motion. Matt moaned in response as Jay's paw became soaked.

"You're not going to last very long, are you, babe?" Jay asked, his voice low in an attempt to be more sultry and less awkward. Matt whined a little and shook his head before pressing his muzzle hard against Jay's and invaded the cat's mouth with his long tongue. Jay's paw squeezed the rapidly inflating knot, causing another moan, louder this time.

"Damn, Jay. I...I'm already really close." Matt said sheepishly after extracting his tongue from the cat's maw.

Jay released the dog's penis and brought his paw behind him, rubbing his tight entrance in short circles. "I want you, Matt. I don't care if you aren't going to last long. I want you in me when you finish." The cougar stared into the husky's icy blue eyes as he spoke, smiling the entire time.

"Are you sure? I mean, we have no lube here, and I'm pretty thick. I don't want to hurt you, Jay."

The cougar flipped over again so that his rump was resting on Matt's cock, rubbing it up and down in the cleft of his cheeks, the tapered tip catching on his hole. "I'll be fine, babe. You've plenty lube there, and though I haven't bottomed for a while, I'm not that inexperienced!"

Matt was about to voice a question about just how not inexperienced when Jay pushed back. The question turned into a whimper as he felt his crimson rod get slowly enveloped by Jay's soft, warm insides. He draped a paw over Jay's chest and pulled the cougar against his own chest, feeling the muscles under his paw tense as his cock slowly impaled his boyfriend.

Jay moaned lightly as he pushed back a little harder, feeling a pressure against his prostate. "Oh, Matt," he whispered as his tail thrashed above the pair. His husky held him tightly, on the edge of letting go. He could feel the shaft continue to get thicker as it went deeper until it suddenly stopped, capped off by Matt's already thick knot up against his rear. He felt a reassuring lick to the back of his head, and clenched his insides in return.

"Oh, god, Jay, that's...amazing!" Matt wanted desperately to thrust, but every time he started to move his hips, the wounds on his back complained. "You feel so good, Jay. You're amazing!"

His husky was babbling, and Jay figured he was either about to shoot, in pain, or both. The cat was getting close to the end himself. He started to rock his hips back and forth, slowly, in a shallow motion. The husky whined again and buried his face in Jay's back.

"It's okay, babe. I'm close, too. Let go, Matt."

Jay's hips increased their speed slightly, but even then it was a leisurely pace. Matt, however, was done. Out of instinct, he bit down on Jay's shoulder to keep from howling as one paw encircled his knot, squeezing it hard as he bucked into his boyfriend. He whimpered and moaned into Jay's shoulder as he shot load after load into Jay's tight hole.

On the other end, the cat ground his jaw shut as he felt Matt's cock engorge and pulse inside him. It was enough to send him over the edge, his cock shooting ropes of white liquid over the edge of the couch and onto the orange pile carpet.

The pair laid there for a few minutes, just breathing heavily and Jay enjoying being in Matt's arms. The room reeked of arousal and sex, and Jay filed a mental note to open the basement windows and to get the citrus cleaner he always used on his bedroom.

The cat rolled forward, letting the husky's cock fall free of his hole. Matt moaned in reply, but looked up sleepily at his boyfriend, with the biggest, goofiest grin on his muzzle. "Hey, where you going, sexy kitty?"

"Just to clean up a bit. Can't have 'Bee' knowing we did the nasty down here. You just lay down and get some rest. You look exhausted, babe." Jay walked towards the bathroom, his tail and rump almost sashaying across the room.

"Jay," Matt asked plaintively. "Thanks for being there for me, and being my boyfriend." The husky yawned one more time before dozing off in his post-coitus stupor.

"Always, Matt."