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"Behave Yourself"

By Tagenar

The door opened a crack, and a fox wearing a tanktop looked out, hesitated, then opened the door the rest of the way. Como walked in the house first, followed by Bobert close behind.

The party was already well underway. Music throbbing, glasses clinking. Everyone was in their own little group, and floaters wandered between those groups. Lot of canines in here, but there were a few cats as well.

Como leaned back and whispered to the otter.

"I'm trying to make some friends here. Don't freak anybody out."

Bobert reached up, flicked Como's hat. The dog adjusted it instantly, as if afraid it would blow away.

"Fuck you, just--"

Bobert had already walked away and was standing in the back of the line to the kitchen, always the first stop at any party. Plates of various snacks were set up. Chips, dip, coolers of soda, fruit, crackers and other things. It was like a buffet line in here, various canines browsing the selection.

The white dog in front of him was taking an awful long time. The line wasn't moving, and the crowd in the kitchen was too large to walk around him. Bobert frowned. He leaned against the dog, rubbing his crotch against the dog's hips.

The dog turned his head, glared at the otter. He had to look down to meet his eyes, then the eyes wandered below the waist. Bobert's bulge stuck out a good nine inches in front of him. The tight outline of his limp cock was articulated through his pants, and so were the twin bumps of his balls on either side of it.

The dog backed out of the line, but the thick crowd held him in place. Bobert wrapped his arms around the dog's stomach and gave him a big hug. His bulge squeezed against the dog's crotch. The dog backed away, harder, trying to pull away. There was a gap in the crowd and the dog was trying to slip into it, but Bobert held him, rubbing his hips back and forth. He felt the dog thicken up. He hugged him harder.

Finally the dog broke free and shoved his way through the crowd in the kitchen and hurried off. The otter took a handful of cookies, set them on a paper plate and walked out of the kitchen. Como was still standing right where the otter had left him.

"Well?" Bobert said, munching on a cookie. "Mingle!"

"Why did I bring you here?"

"Because I'm the reason you have friends at all?" Bobert said, sticking his tongue out.

"You had to wear those, didn't you?"

"You told me to wear party clothes." The otter hopped over the coffee table and plopped on the couch, resting his feet on the table. His crotch was obscene, even from over here.

"I'm gonna pretend I don't know you now," Como said, walking away.

"You'll be back," Bobert said, shoving another cookie in his muzzle and slouching.

The TV was on some dirty movie. All the good parts were censored out. He looked at the people on the couch. Three canines, one feline, all either typing on their phones or on laptops.

Bobert watched the TV for a while, then turned to the closest dog, who had black and white fur. "What the hell channel is this?"

The dog looked up from his cell phone briefly and made eye contact. "Oh, I don't know."

"Like, why bother showing this if they're gonna censor out all the tits and dicks?"

"Yeah..." The dog's gaze had drifted down to the bulge in the otter's pants. In this position, Bobert's limp cock stuck far above the height of his knees, making it the highest point on his body.

The dog was staring. The otter munched on another cookie and scooted closer to him. Bobert sat right up against him, turning his hips so it was touching the dog's wrist.

He pretended to be interested in whatever was happening on his phone, but discreetly felt Bobert's bulge with his wrist. Bobert leaned into it and watched the TV.

"Damn, look at that lioness," Bobert said. The black lines hinted at what was underneath. "Why don't we have any lions around here?"

"Yeah..." said the dog, pretending to text, moving his phone up and down, still feeling Bobert's crotch with his wrist.

"They paired her up with a wolf, too. He's pretty hot, too."

"Sure..." Apparently the dog realized he wasn't fooling anyone, dropped one hand from his phone and outright set his paw on Bobert's cock.

The otter was swelling up watching the censored porn. The dog noticed, squeezed it a few times. Bobert loved the look on his face.

"Not as hot as you'd be ridin this thing," he said, grabbing himself, giving it a shake under the dog's paw.

The dog gasped, stood up and scurried away. Bobert chuckled to himself and watched the movie again.

Minutes later, a hat and scarf plopped down on the couch next to him. "Stop it!"

"What? I'm just sittin here."

The dog grabbed Bobert by the shirt and pulled him to a normal sitting position. His bulge was slightly less obvious this way. Como turned around, folded his arms and planted himself next to the otter.

"What happened to the mingling?" said Bobert.

"How can I meet anybody when I got you here?" He pouted, pretending to watch whatever was on.

"So your plan is to sit there?"

"If that's what it takes to keep us from getting thrown out."

"No complaints yet," he said, tongue hanging out again. He shoved another cookie in his mouth, watched the movie for a few minutes.

Then he stood up.

"Where are you going now?" Como said.

"I'm bored. Going upstairs."

"This isn't enough?"

"Someone said they have games up there."

He walked away from the couch and to the staircase by the front door. Como jumped out of his seat and followed the otter.

"Why did I bring you here why did I bring you here..."

The house had an open floor plan. Upstairs, overlooking the living room and the entire party, was the den. Bobert and Como stood at the top of the steps. The den was just around the corner, visible through the banister. A couch and loveseat were facing an entertainment center, both were full.

Bobert walked in front of the TV. Someone had rigged up a game system and they were taking turns on some fighting game, both players sitting on the floor in front of the couch. He dropped and squeezed between two canines on the couch, one girl one boy, holding the plate of cookies in one paw and the shoulders of one of the dogs in the other. They glared at the intruder, as he squished four people to a three-seater.

Then they looked down.

The otter was watching the game, an ever-present smile across his muzzle as he munched. Bobert rested the plate on his crotch, which kept it at chest-height in this position. Two of the canines stirred, stood up and walked to the stairs.

The third dog, who was under Bobert's arm, glared at the otter for a few more moments. His eyes widened and his pants seemed a little tighter now. He began to stand up. He rose no more than an inch when Bobert swung his legs up, over the canine's legs, scooted over and planted himself in his lap. He reached, picked up the dog's limp hand and rested it on the bulge that rose up to the dog's chest. The dog's paw was on his dick. He was trying not to move it, but Bobert could tell he wanted to. Bobert smiled at him, stuck his tongue out and wagged his hips back and forth, rubbing his ass against the dog's swelling crotch.

Como was still standing at the top of the stairs. Had his hand over his eyes.

The game continued. Bobert finished the last cookie, let go of it and the plate fell to the carpeted floor. Various people walked by the den, saw what was happening on the couch and walked the other way.

Como wandered over behind the couch, picked up Bobert's legs and swung them over. It swiveled Bobert's rear off the dog. As soon as he was free, he lunged out of his seat and walked to the stairs. Bobert noticed a significant tent in his pants. He wished he could see it uncensored. Bobert lifted his legs back on the couch and sprawled out on it, taking up the whole thing himself.

Como leaned over the otter. "Fuck you."

"When?"

Como rolled his eyes. It was a juvenile comeback, one they said all the time as kids. It was always an effective argument stopper.

"Other people wanna sit here."

"No they don't."

Como leaned on the couch and watched the two fighters beating the crap out of each other.

Bobert watched the stairs. He was sure he could get someone's attention tonight. Several girls walked up the steps, glanced at the couch. The otter grabbed himself, gave it a shake, just to show it wasn't an illusion. They all turned away.

"I don't know you," Como said and walked down the stairs.

Bobert bet he wouldn't be gone five minutes.

A feline climbed the stairs. Female. Nice tits, no ass. He swiveled to a sitting position, making room on the couch and patted the seat. The cat walked over to him and sat on the opposite side.

"Looking for attention, otter?"

"I never need to look," Bobert said, grinning.

"So what's that?"

"Just me." He reached down, pulled it out, flipped it around a little. Limp, it was thicker than his arm.

"That's gross," she said.

"No one ever complains!"

She stood up and walked away. Bobert slouched, removed his pants, letting all of it hang over the couch. His cock hung past his knees, and his balls were as wide as his thighs. People came up the stairs, glanced at him, then disappeared back down. He started rubbing it as he watched the game. It thickened in his paws, rising up and out and up and up until it reached his ears. Now at full mast it was thicker than his waist.

The two dogs on the floor playing the game finally looked back and noticed the otter with the raging erection. The game sprites idled as they stared.

Bobert grinned. "Forget the thumbsticks! Use a real joystick!"

They stood up and left the den. The last dog lingered at the top of the stairs. Bobert waved to him, half hiding his face behind his cock. The dog glanced down the stairs, then back at the otter. Bobert sat there, rubbing it with both hands.

The dog looked down, then up at Bobert, then down again. His own pants looked about to split. Then he turned away from the stairs and headed straight for the otter. He knelt between his legs and put both paws on Bobert's monster.

"Ooooo I knew someone would wanna have fun," said the otter.

He leaned on it, felt it up and down with both hands, pushing the skin up and over the head. Bobert scratched between the dog's ears. The dog started licking it as he felt it all around.

"That's it, keep it up, doggie."

He stood up, wrapped his arms around the shaft and licked the head. This dog had a good tongue, but the otter didn't let it show. He just kept grinning.

The dog grinded against it, rubbing his own cock up and down through his pants. Bobert would have asked him take them off, but he didn't want to break the dog's concentration.

Bobert didn't drop his smile until he finished. The dog pointed it towards him, taking the full force as one shot after another hit the dog in the chest, face, stomach. His fur was soaked. Much of the carpet below was drenched.

Bobert began to go limp. Finally, the party was worth the trip. The dog dropped to his knees, letting go of the otter. His limp cock fell on top of the dog, draped over him while he recovered.

The otter looked up. A few people from the party were at the landing, looking at the den through the banister. All Bobert could see were heads, and they disappeared down the stairs.

The dog rose from under Bobert, fur and clothes sticky and matted, and walked down to join the rest of the party. He left wet pawprints in the carpet. Bobert felt bad for whoever had to clean that up.

The otter waited a few minutes. Nobody else came up the steps. Nobody else wanted any action. He had the whole den to himself. Disappointed, he reached down, picked up the controller where the last dog had dropped it and started playing against the computer. His cock was limp and hung off the couch, dripping the last of the cum into a little puddle on the carpet.

Como appeared at the top of the stairs, turned his head and glared at Bobert. The dog pulled his hat over his eyes, walked up to the landing and into the den. He sat next to the otter, arms crossed.

"Mingling failed again?" Bobert asked.

"Duh."

"I'm tellin' ya it's the hat! It scares people! Take the thing off and people will talk to ya."

"Right. That's what it is."

"Well you still got me!" Bobert reached over with one arm, gave Como a squeeze around the shoulder. He released him quickly and returned to the game.

Como folded his arms tighter. Nobody came up the stairs. Down below them, the party continued. The music boomed. The censored porn played out. Conversations flowed and laughter moved through the whole party from time to time.

After a few minutes, Como sighed, picked up the second controller and joined the game.

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