For Love and Football
Cobalt blue eyes stared dead ahead as the steady drone of the school bus was the only thing that could be heard as he gathered his thoughts. Perhaps he was thinking about what to do from here . . .or perhaps he was thinking about some girl that flirted with him in his advanced drama class the day before. Those thoughts were untrue . . .he only thought about one thing . . .and that was his opponent on the field that night. But the tiger's thoughts were interrupted when he felt someone beat on his shoulder, which was encased in hardened plastic armor that laid underneath the white and blue football jersey. Turning, he saw Corey Brackens, his best friend from day one of kindergarten and the starting quarterback in the final game of his final high school season, looking him in the eye with an ecstatic grin on his face.
"We're gonna whoop Newberry's ass tonight, are we Seth?" the coyote growled. Seth stared dead ahead as if in a trance, his helmet at his side. To the rest of the kids at his school, Seth Kincaide was larger than life . . .he was a senior that stood six-foot-four and probably weighed about two-hundred fifty pounds, all of it solid muscle without a hint of fat. Not only was he one of the biggest players on the team, he was hands down the fastest, outrunning the next fastest kid, a black Labrador named Corbin Reynolds, who was appropriately enough a wide receiver, by a quarter-second in the forty yard sprint. And Corbin ran it in 4.8 seconds, which was amazing enough considering Seth's size in comparison to the lanky canine.
Of course, Seth wasn't just big and quick. His strength was unparalleled, breaking all the lifting records by leaps and bounds, which made the biggest of the linemen jealous. The coaches had a tough time figuring out where to put their incredibly gifted kid . . .he was too fast to be on the line and too bulky to be a wideout, despite his speed. So they did what they thought was natural . . .they made him a tight end on offense and the starting middle linebacker on defense. He could catch passes better than any of the receivers . . .and one knew that when Seth hit him, he would be feeling it the next morning. For that reason, colleges were interested in making them their prized recruit.
As expected, the usual suspects came calling for Seth . . .Florida State, Miami, Tennessee, Auburn and Georgia to name a few as well as a few he knew but didn't expect . . .like Michigan and Ohio State and Oklahoma and even USC. And all of the major programs in the Carolinas were seeking him as well, looking for the local talent that would propel them into the rankings. In the end, he had narrowed his selection down to three schools . . .Miami and Tennessee were no surprises.
But the one school that no one was expecting to be a remote interest was at the top of the list . . .not because they had a powerhouse program. Ever since he could remember, Seth wanted to touch Howard's Rock and run down the famed hill to take the field for his beloved Clemson Tigers. His father took him to as many games as he could when he was a cub and win or lose, he kept Seth to the end of every one before the two-hour drive back to their modest home in Laurens, South Carolina. And no matter what or where, Stan Kincaide always took his family to the annual Palmetto State Showdown between Clemson and South Carolina. Whether the game was in Clemson or Columbia, Seth always wore his orange and cheered for the Tigers, despite his family's division, which was common ground in any intrastate football rivalry.
The bus finally came to a stop outside the field at the high school in Newberry, with Seth, being the team's primary captain, leading the team off the bus. Everyone looked up to him, even Corey, who was also being wooed by college recruiters; when the bengal who wore number 85 on his back spoke, everyone listened. But Seth preferred to lead by example, rarely speaking unless to aid a teammate in technique. He wasn't a cheerleader; he couldn't because he was on the field for every single snap. Still, he encouraged his teammates to the best of his abilities and kept a positive attitude . . .maybe that's why the Panthers were contenders for the state football championship over the past three seasons.
They went through pre-game warmups without a hitch; the stretching and position drills were nothing new. But Seth couldn't help but to look up into the stands, searching for his parents and two brothers, ages thirteen and ten. . .and he saw them. A fox and a badger with orange baseball caps and white sweatshirts took a seat in the bleachers, both armed with clipboards and the badger had a video camera on him as well. His heart jumped into his throat, knowing they could be from only one place and there for only one purpose. This occurred during offensive position drills, where Seth was hauling in pass after pass from Corey and John Bellini, a sophomore and the backup quarterback. After catching a ball from John, a cougar that wore number 7, he trotted over to Corey, who was wearing number 3.
"Corey, I think those fellas are from Clemson," he told him, pointing them out to the coyote, "so are we gonna have a big night tonight?" Seth's voice was confident as Corey jabbed him in the chest and nodded, though he was now really nervous. What if he dropped the game-winning touchdown in the end zone . . .or a really easy ball for that matter; what impression would that give the scouts, he thought. He still went through the pre-game drills as if it were a normal game, though now there was added incentive to do well.
When it was time for the opening kickoff, it was Newberry that would get the ball first. They got it up to about the thirty-five yard line before the returner was brought down. The Newberry Warriors were another good team, but wasn't on a state-championship level like the Panthers were. And they showed it on their first defensive possession, making the Warriors go three-and-out and forcing them to punt it to Corbin. It was a fairly good punt, hanging up in the air and forcing the canine to wave his hand, calling for a fair catch at the twenty-eight. With that, Seth waited for Corey to get in the huddle along with the rest of the team.
To no one's surprise, the first play was a run up the middle by Colin Russell, a white feline who wore number 21. He made a move to get by one defender before he was met by three players in dark blue jerseys with white numbers at the thirty. Both teams headed back to their huddles, the captains looking back to the sidelines for their next play. When Corey got his, a wide grin broke out on his face.
"All right, guys," he said calmly, "I-Right . . .514 Wide Posts, Y Leak . . ." Seth grinned, for he loved that play. He would hold back in pass protection for about a five-count, then release into the flats, left open by the receivers as they ran ten-yard posts. "I-Right, 514 Wide Posts Y Leak, on one . . ." They clapped and broke the huddle, with Seth taking his position on the right side of the line. He got down into his stance and eyed the end, a burly-looking bear that was about as big as he, but most of his mass was fat as he heard Corey barking out the signals.
"Down, set! Green 18 . . .green 18. . .HUT!" The center snapped the ball and the bear rushed at him. Seth counted to five in his head while holding off the advances of the bear. Corey dropped back . . .and as soon as Seth's five-count ended, he let the bear go and sprinted into the open flat. A moment of hesitation from the outside linebacker was all he needed as Corey dumped it off to Seth, hitting him in stride. The linebacker recovered in time to get in position to bring him down for a minimal gain, but the tiger threw a forearm into his chest and knocked him to the ground.
From there, it was a footrace down the sideline, the Panther faithful screaming and jumping up and down as Seth streaked toward the end zone. The only one that could catch him was another tiger that was playing the safety position; he had an angle on him and tried to bring him down. But Seth was too quick and outran him, going the distance for the touchdown to the delight of the Panthers and their fans. Seth calmly tossed the ball to the lupine official and waited, catching his breath before getting mobbed by his teammates. Surely that impressed those scouts, he thought as Corey hugged him before he lifted him up, something that they do after every touchdown between them before shaking paws and returning to the twenty to wait for the field goal team. In came Bellini, who was the primary kicker, and through Corey's hold, put the ball right down the middle and the Panthers up 7-0.
From that point on, it was a mismatch as Seth, Corey and the rest of the Panthers had their way with the team from Newberry. Seth caught no less than ten passes, including three for touchdowns and Corey threw three more to other receivers, including a long bomb to Corbin that sailed fifty yards in the air before landing in the waiting paws of the Labrador, who then took it the rest of the way as the Panthers demolished the Warriors 54 to 14. After the game and post-game handshakes, a jubilant squad from Laurens boarded the bus to head home, many of them whooping it up and hollering in joy. But Seth sat there and stared dead ahead, unfazed by the excitement that his teammates displayed. It wasn't until he felt a paw on his shoulder that he turned away and looked up to see his coach, a wolf named Chuck Riley looking down at him.
"Great game tonight, Seth," said Riley with a smile on his face, "I'd say you flat impressed those Clemson boys in the crowd tonight." A smile came onto the tiger's face, the first one since he got back onto the bus.
"Thanks, Coach," he said simply, "I sure hope they like me."
"C'mon, lighten up," Riley scoffed, "You take things way too seriously. Have some fun with your teammates . . .they all look up to you."
"I don't see the point in celebrating a win during the season. Maybe when we make it to the playoffs and then to states, I'll liven up." Seth paused for a moment and sighed. Riley was right . . .he did take things seriously. "But I like to have my fun on the field. Isn't that what playin' ball's about . . .knockin' someone on their butt and then gettin' knocked on yours, then getting up and doing it again? That's why I play." The wolf sighed and patted him on the shoulder.
"You've got character, Seth," he said like a proud father would, "Even I have to admire it . . .in my thirty years of coaching, you're a once-in-a-lifetime kid. No matter where you go, you'll do great things. Follow your heart and your desire and there are no bounds to what you can achieve . . .do you understand?"
A single nod was all that was needed, but Seth gave an obedient reply back. "Yes, sir." Riley smiled and went back to breaking down the game with his assistants.
When they got back to the school, the players filed back into the locker room, where Coach Riley held out the football they used in the game. Every player watched anxiously as the coach looked over his men to figure out who was worthy of receiving the game ball for the week.
"Listen up, gentlemen," he said, his voice booming throughout the locker room as half-dressed players gathered around, "next week is when it really begins. We're hosting districts and by Monday's practice, we'll know who we'll be playing. We win the district, then we'll get back to where we were last year at the regionals. I don't know about you men, but I wanna go to Columbia to play for a state title . . .what do you say to that?' A loud cheer echoed throughout the room as Coach Riley held the ball out. "Now, this game ball is probably the toughest one to hand out, seeing as how this is your final season game. But tonight, there is only one that I feel is worthy of the final game ball of the regular season . . .our pride and joy and I think every one of you would agree with my choice. That one . . .would be Mr. Seth Kincaide." Another rousing round of applause was heard as the wolf tossed Seth the ball. But Seth wasn't about to hog the glory as he stood up and joined Riley at his side.
"Seniors, get up here," he said, holding the ball out. The other thirteen seniors, including Corey and Colin, took to their fearless leader's side as Seth spoke again. "This isn't just my ball tonight . . .this is your ball as well. You guys were there from the first practice when we were freshmen and the long two-a-days in the unbearable August heat to now and it is only fitting that y'all share in this moment. Touch this ball . . .it's ours and not just mine." Immediately, each of the seniors laid a paw on the ball as their coach tried to keep the tears from rolling down his face while he watched.
When the emotional scene wrapped up, Riley wiped away a tear, then told his team to hit the showers and be ready to practice on Monday. A sigh came from Seth as he finished undressing so he could shower. He was one of Ms. Paulison's best and favorite students in his drama class, but bringing his coach to tears wasn't in the plan at all. He approached the showers, the buff tiger in the buff as a few of his teammates couldn't help but to stare. Unlike in most locker rooms, penis envy didn't run rampant, though it was a known fact that there were a lot of gay and bisexual players on the team.
But they couldn't help it when Seth walked in . . .his sheath looked like it was permanently excited in comparison to theirs as he turned on one of the spigots on one of the columnar showers. Nine of them in all filled the shower room in a three-by-three cube, with enough room for a fur to shower comfortably without bumping into the behind him. There were small racks where soap and fur conditioners could be temporarily kept while drains were liberally scattered to let the water run out. Seth turned and was pleasantly surprised when he saw Corey sneaking in behind him. He knew that Corey was one of the bisexual boys; likewise, Corey knew that Seth was straight, though he never objected to him placing his paw on his sheath or rump. Call him bi-curious, Corey thought as he leaned up to look him in the eye.
"Need a hand with your back?" he asked. Seth smiled and nodded as he took the soap and lathered up his chest. He passed it back to Corey, who rubbed it all over the tiger's back while a soft murring came from the coyote. Still, Seth's purring could be heard over it as his striped tail flickered this way and that, turning to see a couple of his teammates going at it in the corner. He turned back to Corey, knowing those two were fine, and smiled back at him. Corey's hand worked over his back, getting every last inch of it before coming down to the area where his tail connected to his body, pausing as he knew his friend's preferences. "Can I?" Seth smiled and nodded.
"Sure, why not?" Corey grinned as he ran the bar of soap over his taut, muscular cheeks. Seth's purring only grew louder as he lathered the soap of his rear end. As much as he didn't want to admit it, the tiger was starting to enjoy it, though quickly cursing himself when his sheath started stirring in excitement. It'll pass, he thought, but he groaned when the next area he came over was his groin. "Corey!" Corey just grinned back at Seth as he began to stroke his sheath. Ears turning a bright red, he sighed as he succumbed to the insistence of his friend, his large tigercock slipping free.
It was nothing unusual for his species, just long tube with a bulbous head that had tiny nubs on it. But like the rest of him, it was indeed a sight to behold; ten inches long and around three inches thick depending on how and where you measured. Corey grinned and began stroking it while Seth groaned softly, unable to stop himself from being pleasured by the paw around his cock. He could feel the coyote's cock slipping up his crack, it too being of a decent size but nowhere near as impressive as Seth's was. As much as he wanted to take him, Corey restrained himself, for he knew that Seth wouldn't be too happy if he tried anything funny. He was content to stroke his best friend and favorite receiver off while fantasizing about being in him, hearing the tiger moan as he jammed his knot into him . . .or maybe the other way around with that monster of a cock he was stroking plowing through his innards while he howled in ecstacy.
All Corey could do was sigh, knowing that all he could ever do with Seth is fantasize. However, that didn't stop him from giving his tiger buddy a few thrusts up his buttcrack, to which he turned around and looked down. But it didn't go unrewarded as he squeezed his rump hard around his cock, trapping it within his orange and black-striped fur. Corey moaned softly, stroking him harder and harder, the tension building until Seth couldn't take any more and roared. Thick jets of his seed spurted out, covering the bottom part of the pillar in sticky tiger semen while he held on to the shelf in front of him and moaned loudly. Corey grinned, knowing he was able to get his normally straight friend off as Seth reached for the soap to wash his legs.
He was quick about it and soon came out in a towel to put on the street clothes, which was nothing more than a Laurens High T-shirt and a pair of cutout denim jeans. It wasn't that he couldn't afford anything; he had a part-time job at the local hardware store as a stock boy. Most likely, it was because Earl Truman, the proprietor of the store, knew that Seth was the only kid around that was strong enough to handle it. For that, the old raccoon paid him generously; however, all the 'good' stores were an hour's drive from town. So he just threw together what he could as Corey gave him a hug. Being a polite cat, he thanked him for jerking him off and nuzzled his cheek.
"I really needed that," said Seth, "Thanks . . .I haven't stroked myself off in three days."
"No problem, buddy . . .what do ya think friends are for," Corey answered as a grin form on his muzzle, "By the way, I hear Angie Carroll's throwing a party tomorrow night. Wanna come?" Seth knew Angie, a raccoon like his employer, very well. But seeing as how she was a cheerleader and the most attractive girl by consensus, Seth didn't want to play the stereotypical jock and go out with the hottest cheerleader. Instead, he played around, taking different girls out every weekend or two. While some thought it was a noble thing to give the less popular girls an opportunity with the most popular kid at school, there were a few that thought Seth was stepping way out of bounds, particularly the cheerleaders he overlooked. They often said nasty things about him and the young women he dated, which often earned them quiet scorn from the tiger.
He was thinking about what to do over the weekend when he saw her . . .a panthress by the name of Casey Dawson standing next to his parents and Steven, the older of his two brothers. Casey was just an average girl; she stood about five-foot-seven and had a toned figure that still had a good resemblance to the desired hourglass. She shared a few classes with Seth as well as a few of his passions. Football was one of those; she'd come over to his house on game days, which was within walking distance to her, and she would curl up next to him and watch football until the cows came home. She was wearing a green shirt from some camp she went to a few years back along with a pair of black capris as she wrapped her arms around Seth.
"Heya Seth," Casey said with a smile, "that was quite a game you had!" Seth opened his mouth to say something, but was immediately cut by the deep baritone of his father. Like his son, whenever Stan Kincaide spoke, you couldn't help but to turn and listen.
"And you impressed the hell outta those boys from Clemson," he told him, "Was talking to one of 'em and he said that you could be the starting tight end next season if you go there . . ." Hearing that made Seth's jaw drop. Here he was, wanting to play football for the Tigers ever since he was old enough to remember . . .and the chance was given to him to not only play, but start right away. It was too much, the young tiger left speechless by the prospect of starting right away as he struggled to find the words to convey his feelings.
"I . . .I . . .I really don't know what to say," said Seth, the normally sure tiger's words a little shaky.
"We'll have to talk to them sometime," Stan replied, "but they really like you, Seth. I told Coach Riley to give them a call sometime in the next couple weeks so we can talk things over. I know you really want to go to Clemson so it should be a piece of cake." He then told Seth to meet them at home as he walked over to his car, where he was surprised to see Casey standing by the passenger door of his '94 Ford Mustang, a present from an uncle that lived in the Charleston area. She was straddling the door, which got her a grin and a dirty look.
"Need a ride back to your place?" he asked. Casey smiled as he opened the driver's door, the panthress doing the same on her end as they both buckled their seatbelts.
"Nicole and Cammie bailed on me, and we were supposedly gonna head into town," growled Casey, "You're a real lifesaver, you know that, Seth?
"Yeah, I suppose." Seth started the car and put it in gear, soon leaving the parking lot of the school. They only lived about a few houses apart off a side street, so it wasn't like they were totally secluded, though it was about a fifteen-minute drive into downtown Laurens. "So are you gonna be at Angie's party tomorrow night?" Casey perked up, always being one for a good time.
"Sure. I don't think I'm doing anything tomorrow . . .I think Cammie told me about the party. Where did you find out about it?"
"Corey told me in the locker room . . .he's gonna be there. I think Corbin and Eric Lapointe are gonna be there as well . . .wish Colin would be there, but he's helping his grandma move into her new place in Greenville."
"Oh? I just hope Angie's not too upset at you for choosing Emily over her last weekend."
"Nah, it's all cool. Besides, she was busy that weekend anyway." They continued to converse until they got to the street they shared. Seth made the hard left onto the dirt road and kicked up dust in the cool late October night. He continued to traverse the road until he saw a white house perched back from the road . . .Casey's house. The tiger pulled into the driveway and stopped for a moment so that Casey could give him a hug; her parents knew they had a secret "romance" that no one knew about as Mrs. Dawson came out to thank him for bringing Casey home. He smiled and waved, then backed out to head back to his home, where the only thing on his mind would be his warm bed . . .and maybe a couple Oreos.
Seth woke up the next morning to the younger of his brothers, ten-year old Shaun, beating on the door with a copy of the local newspaper in his hand. On the front page, the headline simply read, "Perfection." The picture showed Seth looking over his shoulder to make a catch with a Newberry defender draped all over his back in a vain effort to deflect the ball away from him; underneath there was a caption: "Kincaide, Panthers roll over Newberry 54-14, complete first 9-0 season since '87."
"Seth! Seth!" the younger tiger shouted, "You made the front page!" Seth grumbled; being in the paper was nothing new for him as he had a lot of pictures in the local sports section. But the front page was something new to him as he yawned, baring long canines that somehow still had a place within his species as he rubbed his eyes and reached for the paper.
"Lemme see that, Shaun," he said, forcing him to hand it over. One look at the story and he nearly fainted upon seeing that he had caught thirteen passes for 194 yards. Of course, he knew about the three touchdowns as he heard another familiar voice.
"Seh-eth! Breakfast . . ." It was his mother, Linda, who had spent the entire morning slaving to prepare enough bacon, eggs, sausage links and hash browns to feed the men in her life, specifically Stan and Seth. When all the boys were seated and the morning prayers were said, they held nothing back as they dug in like the tigers they were. Sausage links and bacon strips were fought over, mostly by Shaun and Steven as the father and oldest son knew how much they would get to begin with. Seth ate peacefully and so did Stan. . .until he heard Steven growling at his younger brother and dismissed them both for a time-out. About ten minutes later, when Seth and their parents had finished eating, they were invited back, their plates left intact.
The rest of the day was rather uneventful; with Linda tending to laundry while Stan took Steven and Shaun into the garage to help him work on a '69 Pontiac GTO that belonged to him since he was Seth's age. As for Seth himself, he was found sprawled in front of the television watching college football. Normally, his mother would scold him for not helping or being outside on a cloudless autumn afternoon, but she knew that her son had ambitions. Every now and then, Stan or one of his brothers would come in and ask for scores or advice, especially Steven, who would be playing for the Panthers junior varsity team the following year as a freshman.
As day turned to dusk, Seth flipped off the television so he could get ready for the party. He did all the normal preparations . . .he showered, made sure his fur was groomed well enough, brushed his teeth, and put on a heavy amount of deodorant. After all, he knew that if there was any hint of his musk in the air, he was due to get pounced by every single female present. To make doubly sure of that, he applied a special body spray that temporarily blocked any pheromones that would be emitted if he encountered a suitable female.
But out of all the grooming and chemical-blocking he did, the choice of clothes he made gave little to the imagination, as Seth threw on his favorite football shirt, which was a deep blue with the school's helmet on it. The helmet was blue with a large white paw print in the middle with a blue 'L' and a white facemask. Around the helmet were the words "Panther Pride" on top and "Laurens Football" on the bottom. Keeping his modesty were a nice pair of Bermuda khakis while a pair of casual boots were strapped to his feet as he left the bathroom.
Just as he stepped out into the short hallway, the phone rang. Seth's ears swiveled around to pick up the source of the sound, which led him into the living room to hunt for the cordless phone. When he found it, the tiger didn't look to see who was calling on the caller ID; it was only there to see who called when they were gone, he figured as he answered.
"Hello?"
"Heya, Seth . . ." He knew that only one person greeted him by saying that.
"Hey Case . . .getting ready, I assume?"
"Getting ready? I'm waiting on you!" Seth growled quietly, knowing he was just as bad as some females when it came to preparing for social events as Casey continued on. "What have you been doing. . .watching football all day? I heard S.C. got creamed in Gainesville . . ."
"That game was over in the first quarter!" Seth scoffed, "The Gators came out with 24 points before the Gamecocks could even get past midfield for the first time . . .though if you wanna know how bad it was, the final was 52 to 9."
"Oi . . ." Casey knew it was time to change the topic; otherwise, they would be talking football all night. "I talked to Angie and she said that people were coming over. Don't even say it . . .I know it's only six, but we can leave now if you want." Seth thought about it, and then peered into the kitchen, where his mother was preparing dinner.
"Tell you what . . .I'm gonna give you a call after I'm done eating, Case. After that, be ready for me. I think you might wanna get a bite to eat as well while you're at it." The panthress thought about it for a moment, then agreed and parted ways. Seth went back to looking for any football he could find before his mother called him to the table for dinner, which was breaded chicken with wild rice and mashed potatoes with gravy. Though there was nothing that stood out, this particular meal was a family tradition as the recipe was passed down through six generations of Kincaides before Stan entrusted Linda with it.
It was seven o'clock before Seth was finished eating, but before he could get out the door, Stan stopped him.
"Going somewhere, Seth?" he asked in a casual tone.
"Angie Carroll's throwing a party and I -" He was cut off immediately.
"You realize her parents are off in the Bahamas?" Seth nodded, though his father knew he didn't have a love interest in her. "And do you realize that if you do something stupid, then it'll seriously affect your demand to colleges? Recruiters don't want kids that do stupid things and get in trouble for it." Fed up with the lecture, Seth made his way out to the car and got in while Stan continued. "I don't wanna have to explain anything to anyone if you do end up doing something." He couldn't take any more of it.
"Dad, I know!" growled Seth; "I'm not a cub anymore, so stop treating me like one!" Stan froze for a moment, not sure of what to say next as he leaned into the open car window while his son started the car.
"I know, but I say this because I love you and I only want the best for you. You'll understand when you have cubs some day." Seth couldn't help but to nod while Stan gave him a hug and a kiss, giving him the usual warnings about alcohol, drugs and sex before he backed away. A wide smile started to form over his face as he guided the bright red Mustang over to Casey's house.
When he pulled into the driveway, he was shocked to see Casey standing with her father by the porch, almost as if they were waiting for him to show up. Casey was wearing a light green midriff shirt that exposed her stomach in a most alluring way along with a pair of capri pants similar to the ones she had on the night before. She eagerly approached the car and opened the passenger door while her father stood outside and leaned over to talk to Seth. If there was a bigger man, both in size and character, it had to be George Dawson. A Navy sailor-turned-entrepreneur, he chose to relocate in the town he called home after selling his business to a close friend and moving from Charlotte. And he was enormous . . .the panther was six-foot-six and had to weigh at least three hundred pounds, all of it muscle, and he commanded respect wherever he went.
"So . . .are you gonna make sure that my Casey's okay tonight, Seth?" he asked, his voice deep and somewhat intimidating to one that didn't know him.
"Yes, sir," was the automatic response the tiger gave him.
"If it was anyone else, I'd be demanding that she be returned by eleven . . .but I trust you, Seth. You're a good kid; sometimes I wish you were my own son. You should be proud of that." Seth was flattered but still, even he had to show the proper respect to a cat like that.
"Thank you, Mr. Dawson . . .I'll be sure that nothing happens, okay?" A nod and a soft purr came from George as he watched the red Mustang being backed out, waving to the two teenage felines. Casey waved back through the window as the elder panther called out to wish them well, then Seth righted the car on the dirt road and sped off.
The mood was enamoring as they rode down the country highway toward their friend's house. Angie's father was an automotive tycoon with dealerships all around the Greenville area; it was from one of his dealerships that Seth's uncle got him the Mustang he was driving. As for the house itself, it was an old plantation house with a large amount of land dating back to before the Civil War. It was painted mostly white with a deep blue bordering the windows and awnings. Trees lined the driveway as Seth tried to find a place to park amongst the tens of cars that were there, settling next to a dark red Honda that belonged to Corey. At least someone was there he knew, Seth thought as he and Casey got out, locking the door and putting the key safely in his pocket.
They saw a few faces they knew, with Casey heading off to visit with a couple girls she knew from the drama class she and Seth shared. As for Seth himself, he was looking for some of his friends when he bumped into Angie. She wasn't as buxom as a vixen would be, but she sure bordered on it with a perfect hourglass figure and a nicely endowed chest that dared the boys . . .and sometimes the other girls, to touch and squeeze. She was wearing a black shirt that barely covered her breasts which had the words "I'm the Princess" in silver lettering on it and a tight-fitting pair of shorts that only came down to the top of her thighs, her own striped tail flickering about as a bright smile came over her face.
"Well, well; if it isn't Mr. Big Game himself!" she giggled. Typical cheerleader, he thought as the tiger returned the smile.
"Hey, Angie . . .thought someone would notice me here. How're you?" He and the raccoon conversed for a bit while she led him to where she had a food table set up outside with any kind of appetizer you could come up with. There was a drink station where all kinds of beer, wine coolers, malt drinks and a bobcat friend that came up from Columbia for the weekend who tended a makeshift "bar" for the night. For those not wanting alcohol, there was all kinds of sodas and juices as well as bottles of water. Seth wasn't interested in the appetizers yet, although he did grab a bottle of Mello Yello out of one of the coolers and opened the top to sip from it.
Soon, people were taking notice that Seth had arrived, either by going off to tell their friends or by saying hello themselves. It was nice to him to actually be out among his peers at a social event that wasn't school related as he talked about various things with friends and people he really didn't know that well. To most, including some of his teammates, there was something about Seth that made him intimidating; yet they knew as well that he was a very good person to be around despite the hulking proportions he had. Sure, he thought in the back of his mind about Casey, but he knew that she could take care of herself as he looked over his shoulder every now and then.
The minutes passed, turning into hours and some of the guests were starting to head out, most likely from forced parental limitations. But more surprising was the fact that more were arriving to replace those that left. Everyone knew that Angie Carroll kept no blacklists, surprising due to the fact she was a cheerleader. She felt that as long as nobody did anything to severely anger her, then she would keep her arms and mind open. As for Seth, he was heading out to see what was left of the appetizers; he had a thing for shrimp cocktail as well as the Mexican dip that Angie ordered from a place in Greenville. He was about to step out when he walked right into Casey.
"Seth," she said, "there's something I've been wanting to tell you." Seth looked around and only saw a couple foxes, a rabbit girl, Corey and Angie within probable earshot of them.
"What's up, Case?"
"I'd rather be in a more . . .secluded area . . .to say this." Seth's ears reddened immediately; he knew there was only one thing on her mind and it was something he had probably never done. Though it surprised many greatly, Seth was still a virgin, even though girls literally threw themselves at his feet sometimes. It was not that he was afraid of sex, but just the fact that he wanted it to be the right moment with the right girl that kept him from doing it. He knew Corey was the polar opposite; he saw tail and he was after it immediately; male or female, it didn't matter to him. Seth looked around nervously while Casey headed off to ask Angie to lead them off somewhere. Deep inside, he felt Casey was the right one to give his virginity to . . .they had known each other for eight years and lived eight houses down from each other. Still, there was a certain tomboyish, yet still feminine quality that he admired. He knew Casey's idea for a romantic night out would be to head to a nearby fun center and race the go-karts they had and play miniature golf, then head down to the local Sonic drive-in and order hamburgers and milkshakes until they could barely move.
Just as the images were starting to fill his mind, Seth's line of thought was interrupted by a familiar voice.
"Seth? Seth . . .Seth!" The tiger was startled when he saw Angie standing next to Casey. "Casey wants to talk in private . . .let me show you around." She led them back in the house through the kitchen and living room to a short hallway. Down the hallway was a flight of stairs that led to the bedrooms; her parents' room, the room she shared with her sister, Stephanie as well as three guest rooms that were intended for travelers before the days of cars. Her room was off limits and everyone knew that, so she tried the first room. The door was locked as she grumbled, perking up to hear moaning while a smile formed across her muzzle. So it was onto the second room . . .the door was unlocked, but there were three males, all passed out from a little too much booze. A soft giggle came from the two girls. "We'll leave them be," said Angie as she tried to open the door to the third room.
They were shocked to see an orgy going on, with three girls and four boys. Seth saw that one of the boys was Corbin and snickered. He was over a delectably plump black bear girl while she was tending to a jackal boy with her mouth, the ursine on all fours. Over the jackal's chest was a vixen as she squealed loudly from a stallion bucking into her tailhole, causing Casey to wince, as she knew both participants. Finally, to the side of them were a pair of otters, the male over the female in the traditional position, the female's legs spread in the air as he gently rolled his hips into hers. Embarrassed greatly, Angie engaged the lock and closed the door, the raccoon girl mortified by the sight.
"Oh my! I don't think I've ever walked in on anything like that before!" she chittered in disgust.
"Heh, I would've told Corbin to lock the fuckin' door," added Seth, "but I guess he was too busy to even notice us." Frantic, Angie did something she knew she wasn't supposed to do. She led Seth and Casey to her parents' room and opened the door, turning on the light to reveal a king-sized bed with a flower-print bedspread covering it. There were the typical dressers; one for her mother and one for her father as well as a desk and a computer, which she knew her mom used to write out lesson plans and assignments as she taught fourth-grade at McNeill Elementary in town. Quietly tiptoeing her way in, Angie waved for them to come in and then tiptoed her way back out, locking the door before exiting.
"Don't spend too long in here," she warned them, "But if you feel the need, don't be afraid to do so. It'll be my ass on the line instead of yours." Casey nodded as she turned to find Seth lounging in the computer chair next to the desk, contemplating as he rubbed his chin. She knew that something was wrong and quickly moved to sit in his lap.
"Is something wrong?" she asked. Seth looked her in the eye, though refused to give an answer right away. Perhaps if he were in a more comfortable position, his thoughts would be clearer as he carried Casey with ease over to the bed. He took a seat and set her down before rolling onto his side.
"I think I have an idea as to why you brought me up here," he said a little nervously. A girl had never propositioned him for anything; much less sex that he knew wasn't a remote possibility. They were indeed in the right environment for such a thing and they both knew it.
"Why do you think we're up here, Seth?" A grin formed over the tiger's muzzle.
"I didn't know you wanted me to be your first . . ." Casey smiled and then lowered her head a little bit.
"It's not just that . . .I want to put our rumored romance to rest." People knew that Seth and Casey had a secret romance going on since they were both sophomores; now Casey wanted it to be known that she wanted to be his and his alone. "I'm ready to step up and be with you. Trust me, I'll be the envy of every girl in the entire county if they knew I was with you." Seth couldn't help but to chuckle at the thought, but he wasn't sure of it. He didn't want to lose his best female friend to a relationship.
"Cassandra Dawson, did you just ask what I thought you did?" Casey's own blue eyes widened; she knew that the only one that called her by her birth name were her parents. She despised that name, and she equally despised the name Cassie as well as it was too feminine for her tastes . . .a friend suggested Casey when they were little and it stuck. But Seth knew her by that name as well as the panthress gave him a hard nudge with her head; to which he quickly apologized.
"Seth, you mean the world to me. I want to be there for you . . .just like how you've always been there for me. True, all you've done are little things, like giving me a couple extra dollars when I needed it or taking me somewhere like after the game . . .but I am willing to do something big for you if we solidify our bond. I was sure of going to West Carolina with Cammie as we've been best friends since third grade . . .but I'll go to Clemson with you if that's what you want." Seth was mystified as she poured her heart out to him, leaving him speechless. He seemed to be good at everything under the sun except for telling a girl his true feelings for her.
"You . . .you're willing to do that . . .for me?" he gasped. There was a pause as she nodded, then took him into her arms and guided him onto her. He saw the passion in her eyes and pressed his muzzle to hers, engaging her in a deep, fiery kiss unlike what they've ever known. Sure, they had given each other kisses on the lips before, but the growling into the other's mouth while their tongues rolled against each other and the roof of Casey's mouth was but a harbinger of things to come.
The first aggressor was Casey as she rolled Seth over onto his back and straddled his hips. Her paws slid up his shirt to feel his hardened chest before fingers worked over the edges of his shirt. She smiled as she removed the shirt, tossing it on the floor before leaning down to lick one of his erect nipples. Seth closed his eyes and hissed softly, the sensitive nipple being met by a rough tongue all felines were known for, his own paws moving up to caress her hips. Excitement filled the air as they both moaned softly, having never felt the way they were before toward the other.
With passion quickly growing between them, Seth raised a paw to feel Casey's breasts, soft and supple mounds of flesh that swayed with each gentle rub. Casey responded by reaching down to swat his leg with a mile-wide grin on her face.
"Naughty kitty," she chided, giggling at the same time. It was Seth's turn to look up at her with a stupefied, cubbish grin as Casey crossed her arms to remove the shirt, baring her bosom to him for the first time in their lives. She grinded her hips against his before lying on top of him to resume kissing him, her tongue digging into his maw while they both held each other tightly. Though both were too wrapped in the moment to realize it, the bond between them was solidifying quicker while both purred deeply and enjoyed the closeness. Soon, the scent of feline lust and arousal filled the room, despite the precautions Seth had taken to prevent this from happening.
The new scent drove them further into lust for each other, with both Seth and Casey pulling away to part ways with the pants they were wearing. However, Casey made sure to keep her panties, which were a light pink and nothing too outlandish, at her side as she looked up to see Seth kneeling over her. Though she had never done it before, Casey got on all fours and looked up at her bengal lover with a wide grin before taking his member, which had already fully erected, into her mouth. This was an alien feeling to Seth as well, having only had paws on his cock as he groaned softly while Casey bobbed her head over his length. She made a rather loud smacking sound every time she pulled back, but made sure to pet his ripped abdominals constantly.
This scene continued for a few minutes; Casey suckling tenderly on Seth's organ while he hissed and groaned in delight. Then she pulled away from him and turned around, baring her vagina to him, void of any pubic fur.
"Oh, Seth," she whimpered eagerly, "I want you to make love me." Seth was surprised a bit; he wanted to repay the favor by licking her cunny, but who was he to deny a needy female? He shuffled in behind her and took his slickened member and rubbed the barbed head against the gate to her womb, causing her to moan.
"Ready, Case? You know there's no turning back," She gave him a single nod as he pushed into her, a loud shriek filling the room as Casey's tunnel was spread around the invading member. A small trickle of blood escaped her now deflowered pussy; though they were both expecting this as Casey had put her panties beneath her to catch blood. She knew she had to face the wrath of her parents when she got home . . .but didn't want to stain the Carrolls' bed with her blood. None of that mattered now as Seth continued to push further into her as she lifted her head.
"Aaaahhhh . . .oh, God . . . SETH!" screamed the panthress. Nervous, Seth stopped his advance and looked down at Casey.
"Am I hurting you?" he asked with a hint of concern.
"Goodness, no . . .I've never felt so . . .good in my life!" Seth smiled as he began to gently roll his hips into his childhood friend's cunny, groaning softly. He too had never felt such pleasure in his life as he listened to Casey moan, paws moving down to clutch her hips while he thrusted into her. They looked more like two experienced lovers that had known and played with each other for years instead of two kids that had just been deflowered as she pushed back against his steady thrusts.
They had been locked together for a couple minutes when there was a knock on the door.
"Everything all right?" a voice called out. It was Angie. "I heard a scream in there." Feeling his heart jump into his throat, Seth paused with his shaft buried fully within Casey's vagina.
"We're . . .we're fine, Angie," he panted before rolling his hips into her once again. A smile filled the raccoon's face, as she knew that the night had finally come. She sat outside the door and listened, their cries barely audible to her as she took in the sounds of her two friends mating with each other.
They did not know that Angie was listening as Seth strengthened his gyrations, causing Casey to moan louder. She turned back, her face twined with an unimaginable euphoria etched on as she reached behind her to rub his chest. Seth returned the favor by reaching down to hold her by her swaying breasts, giving them a squeeze as he moved through her tunnel with ease. He did not know it, but his barbed head had pushed Casey dangerously close to her climax as she shrieked and whimpered with each roll of the hips, the panthress pushing back quicker and with just as much force.
"Unnngghh . . . oh, Seth . . .Seth!" she cried, "I can feel it . . .yes! Harder . . .please . . .go harder . . ." Seth looked down at Casey and smiled, hoping in the back of his mind that she would want him to give her a taste of his tremendous strength. He pulled back about six inches and drove it all back into her with all his might, a growl escaping his lips as he began pounding her. Casey's head shot back as she screamed praises to him, the combination of searing pain and numbing pleasure turning her mind into a stew of primordial instinct, hoping that he would soon fill her with his life-bringing seed.
The thoughts of having him fill her as well as the feelings inside her were too much for Casey to handle. Her back bowed as she yowled harshly, announcing her orgasm in a loud caterwaul of ecstacy as her vaginal muscles spasmed and clenched Seth's organ in a suffocating grip. This in turn sent the tiger hurtling over the edge as he moaned rapidly, then threw his head back and filled the room with a loud, exalted roar. His shaft fluttered once, then the floodgates opened for his thick, creamy seed to envelop Casey's womb in a soothing warmth, their deafening cries easing to exhausted whimpers as Seth held inside her for the time being, waiting until he was done spurting before reaching over to stroke his purring lover's face.
Feeling a euphoric haze clouding his mind, Seth pulled back and flumped onto his back, his cum-stained shaft hanging limply against his stomach as he too purred. The majority of his seed remained inside Casey as she too flumped onto the bed, her head moving over to rest upon the broad chest of the tiger. The feeling of a shared afterglow was new to them as well, but it was just as good as the furious mating; with Casey nuzzling Seth's chest as he held her close to him, eyes closed.
"Mmmm . . . I love you, Seth," said Casey in a soft whisper. Seth took the time to let the words sink into his mind, then opened his eyes to see a grinning panthress staring back at him.
"I love you too, Casey." Those cobalt blue eyes stared dead ahead, but a smile was etched upon his face as he held the new love of his life against him, thinking about the road that lied well beyond that night. He knew that the road wasn't certain, but good things were sure to lie ahead for him. Hopefully with Casey at his side, he thought as they basked in the moment, not caring about anyone or anything around them, savoring it as long as they possibly could.
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