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House Party Voyeur

Written by Amethyst Mare (Arian Mabe) for Rennec

"So...do you want to come?"

The pink sergal lounged on the sofa, hind paws kicked up over the rounded arm, worn away in the place where she usually rested her paws. At home in the dinky little two bed flat she shared with Anny, Rhythm could not have been more at ease. Though one would expect a fur to be less self-conscious in their own home, it had taken a long time for the sergal to feel completely secure with the outgoing panda bounding from place to place, ever in motion. One never knew quite what to expect.

Poking her head through from the kitchen, the red panda pursed her lips as if to blow Rhythm a kiss. The sergal rolled her eyes.

"I mean, you don't have to come if you don't want to. It's completely up to you," she said, deadpan, tail tip flicking. "The offer is there."

Anny snorted and padded into the room, wearing a white shirt cut off below her breasts and a loose pair of grey jogging bottoms. There was no need for fancy attire around the house and her fur was bold enough as it was. She had the build of a red panda but not the colouring by far. Pink dominated her coat with a purple front that trailed all the way down to her hips, a semi-circle of yellow arching out of her trousers. Yellow dashes and rings encircled her wrists, so vibrant that she could have been wearing jewellery, and her blue hair was styled short, two long tresses falling in front of her ears. She blinked and flicked her tail, the bushy, multi-coloured length thumping into the door frame.

"Oh, come now." She crossed her arms over her ample chest, a smirk pulling at her lips. "I can't imagine that you wouldn't want me there. Maybe a chance for me to meet this new beau of yours. You have been...secretive."

She studied Rhythm seriously, eyes brightening all of a sudden as she jumped back into the kitchen, calling out in a singsong voice to make sure she was heard.

"And no one keeps secrets from me!"

Rhythm sighed and swung her legs down to the carpet, coarse fibres pushing between her toes. Smiling, she curled them into the carpet, enjoying the sensation. It was the simple things that mattered sometimes. She yawned and adjusted the neckline of her plain red t-shirt, the ever present headphones sitting around her neck as if to take the place of a necklace. They may as well have been a necklace for all the time she actually took them off - a safety mechanism of sorts. Not many questioned their presence as Rhythm worked at the radio station: in the entertainment industry, she was permitted her eccentricities.

Hm, that radio station... She smiled to herself. That was how she had met Terian.

The panda huffed and bounded back into sight, bare hind paw tap-tap-tapping the ground for attention. Pacing, the brightly coloured panda stood out like a beacon in the darkness. It was no wonder she got so many looks walking down the street. It was impossible not to look at her. Swallowing, Rhythm tried to keep her eyes from tracing the outline of the obstinate panda. Knowing her inclinations, Anny would take the look the wrong way.

"Well, you'll have to come if you want to see," Rhythm said. "You know where Seven Oaks is?"

"More or less."

Anny's tail flicked, knocking over a lamp on the side table. Without even looking, Rhythm reached down and replaced it, cable laid neatly over the edge that faced the sofa.

"You shouldn't have any trouble then. It's on a bus route back if you want to get home afterwards."

Huffing, the panda threw her paws in the air and spun on the spot like an excited feral of her species.

"Home?" She exclaimed, tone incredulous. "Darling, who goes out to a party to go _home_afterwards?"

"I would if I was not staying with Terian. And Silas," she added as an afterthought.

Coughing into her paw, the older panda displayed a rare moment of tact and chose not to focus on the mention of Silas' name, though she had had much to say about him in the past.

"You should get out more, Rhythm - make like your name and move those hips! Find your Rhythm!"

Anny bounced from hind paw to paw, tail wagging as if she had suddenly morphed into a canine. The sergal toyed with her headphones, sliding them back and forth against the thicker fur on the back of her neck. Winter was well on its way as Autumn bled into bitter frosts and, though she would not gain a true winter coat, her body naturally called the fur to grow longer. At least it meant that she did not have to turn the heating on as often.

"Whatever. I'm going to this party. Are you going to be there or not?" Rhythm asked.

Drumming her fingers upon her arm, the panda struggled to stay still, energy thrumming through her. It was no wonder she was so slim - and undoubtedly fit - with all the activity she undertook simply by existing. Rhythm suppressed a wicked smile, considering how much of Anny's activity lingered within the bedroom.

The panda grinned, schemes already running through her mind. Oh, what she would do to tease Rhythm at her boyfriend's party! A musician at that! A guitarist. Rhythm would see the funny side of another prank, she always did. The panda's lips twisted into a cunning, gleeful smile.

"Sure," she said. "I'll be there - you can count on it!"

*

Hiding in the corner of Terian and Silas' spacious living room, Rhythm flinched every time the disco lights dashed over her. A disco ball - garish - hung from the ceiling, thankfully only a hire and not a permanent fixture. She was not sure she could have borne it otherwise. The sergal had her headphones clamped firmly around her ears to muffle the noise of the room, the party in full swing. She did not know how it was possible for Terian and Silas to know so many furs. She could not imagine having more than a few friends, her usual close knit group. It was difficult as it was to open up to others.

She scanned the crowd, shrinking back into the armchair. It tied into the decor but, with the lights dimmed and multi-coloured spots sweeping the room, it was impossible to appreciate the home Terian and Silas had put together. Swallowing her nerves, the sergal slowly eased herself to her hind paws as if afraid that someone would latch on to her at any moment. If Terian was not about, or even Anny, she would much rather simply be left alone. It was easier.

For the umpteenth time, she wondered why she had even attended the party. Why she had invited Anny alone was no mystery - any company was good. And the panda loved parties. Rhythm had laughed earlier, spirits lifting as Anny danced through the living room with a drink in each paw and a partner on each arm. There was no doubt in her mind that Anny had crept off to a quieter corner and lifted her tail in that short skirt for some willing male to plough. Rhythm blushed, heat rising from her muzzle. Even thinking about what had undoubtedly happened felt wrong in her kind mind.

Carefully, she slipped through the crowd to the drinks table, scanning what was set out for something that might be familiar. Sadly, the only thing she recognised was a local beer and it was with a grunt and a grimace that she snatched it from the table and retreated to her chair in the corner like a wild animal returning to its den. Other furs indulged themselves in all manner of cocktails, expertly mixing and shaking with such confidence that Rhythm could not even begin to deduce what they were concocting.

She sank back into her chair with a soft exhalation, crossing one leg over the other, demurely dressed in skinny jeans that showed off the shape of her legs. She liked to look good, even if she did not have the style or brash choices of other furs. Rhythm opened the can with a snap and fizz of escaping air, wrinkling her muzzle. She did not even like beer all that much. Why had she not snagged something better?

A pink and purple blur emerged from the crowd, staggering in a pair of too high heels. The colours clashed and the short skirt dragged along the top of her thighs, but Anny was too drunk to care. She swayed unnervingly and Rhythm half jumped out of her seat to catch the panda before Anny teetered away, legs splayed like a deer on ice.

"Anny?" She tried, voice lost in the music and bubble of socialisation. "Anny!"

The panda beamed, tail thumping against the linoleum floor, the imitation wood barely visible in the low light. Looking down, the sergal had trouble seeing the untouched beer can clasped in her right paw.

"What are you doing hiding back here?"

Anny swung her hips and plopped on to Rhythm's lap, legs dangling off the side of the chair. The sergal's eyes widened and she shrank away, tucking herself into the far corner of the seat. It did nothing to dissuade Anny, however, who snuggled her head beneath Rhythm's chin as if they were long lost lovers. Her paw crept down the sergal's thigh and Rhythm shifted, tail tucked between her legs. It was a struggle to breathe as the panda draped herself over her and she held her breath, lest she be overpowered by the heady aroma of whatever perfume Anny had applied in liberal doses that night.

Rhythm cleared her throat and patted Anny's shoulder awkwardly, bare pink fur soft and luxurious beneath her paw, the result of Anny's fur care regime.

"Anny?"

Rhythm put her lips uncomfortably close to Anny's ear to be heard, shivering at the closeness required. It took more than conversation to make Rhythm comfortable with another fur - it had been enough of a struggle with Terian, and she had fallen for him. Lovers were different. Anny was different. The sergal pursed her lips and held Anny's body away from her as she repeated her name. The panda giggled, ear twitching fervently at the tickling sensation of breath.

"Anny, maybe you should sober up some," Rhythm suggested as gently as she was able. "You're rather unsteady. You fell on me."

"Fell on you?"

Anny shrieked with laughter, kicking out her legs as she flung her arms simultaneously backwards and stretched out over both arms of the chair, catching furs in both lines of fire. A startled equine squealed as he was kicked and jumped away while a feline yowled at having her breast so acutely molested, if but in passing. The furs glared and Rhythm wished she could disappear into the chair, though she was not the cause of their affront. Settling herself more comfortably on Rhythm's lap, Anny made no apology.

Casting her eyes from left to right, Rhythm fingered her headphones, running her finger along the top band as if reminding herself that they were still in their rightful place. The panda hiccupped and lurched to the side, forcing Rhythm to grab her arms. As if unaware that she had almost taken an untimely tumble to the floor, Anny jiggled a hind paw happily and smiled like a goof, the strap of her dress sliding down one shoulder. Rhythm's chest pressed awkwardly to the panda's arm and the sergal's lips twisted. If she was not busy supporting her roommate, she would have adjusted that dress strap for her, hide the side of her breast from public view. Alas, there were no free paws to grace her attempt.

Anny gulped, throat working to swallow saliva, too much in her muzzle. She nuzzled into Rhythm's neck and threw her arms around her shoulders, the stench of alcohol on her breath. Wrinkling her nose, Rhythm fought against the need to lean away. She wouldn't want to offend Anny, regardless of what state she was in.

"Rhythm," she slurred. "We've known each other a while now..."

Rhythm sighed and brought her paws up to the headphones, sliding her gaze quietly away from the panda supporting herself by hanging off the sergal's slender frame.

"Yes, we have, Anny."

The panda blinked, eyes unfocused.

"And you've been a good roommate."

Rhythm giggled, unable to stop herself. The panda was silly when she'd had a few and was not luring in every male around. Anny wriggled, buttocks squashed against the sergal's thighs.

"I like to think I have," Rhythm said tactfully. "But why don't we get you a glass of water? I think that may be good for you."

Anny nibbled the edge of Rhythm's jaw and the sergal froze, tail rigid. Her breath caught and heat seared through her body, the warmth of another fur making her gasp for air. Her eyes darted fervently from fur to fur, begging them wordlessly to rescue her. She didn't want to be trapped! What was wrong with Anny? Gulping, the sergal tried to subtly push her away, adjusting their positions, but Anny wasn't having any of it.

"Anny?"

The panda's hair brushed Rhythm's chest through her shirt, where her breasts would have been if she was not a true to form sergal, one of the natural kind. Rolling her head to the back of the chair, the sergal twisted away. Anny did not notice, swaying as she supported herself on the arms of the hair, hovering over Rhythm with trembling arms. At any moment, the sergal feared her arms would give out and the panda's muzzle would crash into her chest. In her state, Rhythm wondered if Anny expected a pair of soft breasts to cushion her nose dive. Instead she would meet only fur and bone, or as close as.

"Rhythm, we've known each other a long time," Anny repeated, bushy tail flicking round to touch Rhythm's.

The sergal shook her head, headphones falling from her head to her neck, ear pieces bumping together.

"You just said that..."

The panda dipped her muzzle so that she was nose to nose with the twitching sergal, lips barely a hair's breadth apart.

"Don't you ever want to try something...more?" The panda murmured, breath warm on Rhythm's lips. "More, Rhythm, there could be so much more..."

"Anny."

Rhythm held her by the shoulders, lips set into a hard line: sometimes one had to be drawn. The panda shrugged and murred, licking her lips as Rhythm turned her head to avoid having an unfortunate lick land upon her own lips.

"I'm with Terian. You know this."

Surely that was something the drunken panda would understand? She wouldn't be interested in Rhythm when she was sober, or had certainly never hinted that she harboured more than friendly feelings towards the sergal. Rhythm swallowed hard, fingers curling into Anny's shoulders as the panda did no more than blink. Maybe that's what all her pranks were about, implying something more, a desire ill advised.

Yet Anny only rolled her eyes and snorted, washing breath over Rhythm's muzzle.

"That weirdo?" She coughed, having the good sense to turn her muzzle away. "Puh-lease, Rhythm! He's with that lion! Silver? Something? Whatever."

"Anny!" Rhythm started, sitting up as straight as a rod as her eyes went wide; she looked around as if expecting Terian or Silas to leap from the shadows, having heard Anny's cruelty. "We're in _their_house. Have some manners!"

The panda chuckled hoarsely and licked her dry lips, unconvinced.

"Yeah, but if you were really with Terian, it would be your house too, wouldn't it? But it's not."

Anny stifled a hiccup. Rhythm's narrowed her eyes and she lifted her headphones so that they sat over her ears again, back in their proper place. They gave her confidence sorely needed.

"Honestly, Rhythm, when are you going to see sense?"

Enough was enough.

"All right," Rhythm said firmly, standing up and pushing the panda back on to her paws at the same time. "I think it's time we got you a drink."

Somehow the panda landed on her heels and swayed, legs splayed like a newborn foal for balance. Rhythm followed her up and stood close, forcing Anny to back up a few steps and taking her quite seriously by the paw. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest and she wiped sweat off her paw on to her thigh, dragging the panda with her.

Anny giggled and pointed to the drinks table.

"There is drink there..."

"Yes, but we're getting you water now, not alcohol."

"Aw, why?" Anny shivered. "Water's boring."

Perhaps a bit of boring is exactly what you need, Rhythm thought, towing the panda with her towards the kitchen.

The kitchen was separate from the party and Rhythm ducked into it gratefully, nudging the door closed after them with the heel of her boot - far more sensible than Anny's with low, tasteful heels. Clicking over the linoleum, Rhythm breathed in safe respite from the clamour and filled a glass at the tap, water burbling into the crystal clear vessel. Passing it to Anny, Rhythm could feel the quality in even the smooth curve of the glassware. Terian and Silas certainly lived on the finer side of life, it had to be said.

Anny frowned and took the glass of water offered in a paw that was as unsteady as her balance.

"Rhythm, I don't know what's wrong with you."

"What would be wrong?" The sergal tilted her muzzle. "You should drink."

Anny followed direction and gulped down the entire glass of water, dribbling down the side of her jaw. When finished, she banged the glass down with two much force on the polished granite counter, leaning heavily upon the sideboard.

"I just don't get it..."

"You don't understand what exactly?"

Rhythm tentatively requested clarification, afraid of the answer she would receive. Just how much had Anny really had to drink this time? It was most unlike her to behave in such a manner. Mostly, as horrible as it was to think, the panda would hang around the lads when drunk, fawning for attention. At least until they made it to the bedroom, that was. From that point everything was behind closed doors.

"Why you're with Terian," Anny clarified, running her fingers through her hair as if trying to comb out the knots, an impossibility after drunken antics. "He's not good for you."

Rhythm stiffened, her hackles rising between her shoulder blades.

"I disagree," she said slowly, the words coming with difficulty: an opposite opinion did not come naturally to her, especially not with her rambunctious roommate. "But that's your opinion."

"What about me, Rhythm? You could have so much more fun with me."

The sergal shook her head and held up her paws, body language saying more than words ever could. Anny's ears drooped and her lips turned down sulkily.

"I don't have to listen to you. Anny, you've had too much to drink and you don't mean any of this."

Rhythm rubbed her arm, looking down at the floor, eyes tracing specks and patterns. Were they put there intentionally or unintentionally? It did not matter - just a fleeting thought as she tried to avoid what had to be done.

Rhythm cleared her throat, coughing into her paw with undue formality. It felt necessary in the moment.

"I'll see you around, Anny," she mumbled, rubbing the back of her paw across her muzzle. "Have fun at the party, okay? I'm staying here tonight so remember to get the bus back...okay?"

Turning her back, the sergal padded from the kitchen on light paws, trying to make as little noise as possible. It was as if she worried that she would aggravate Anny further if she stomped too loudly. As it was, the noise level roared and abruptly lowered as the sergal passed through the kitchen door, leaving Anny in perfect solitude.

In the quiet, the panda huffed and leaned back against the counter, loathing every inch of the shiny, pristine kitchen. What was it with gay guys and their obsession with cleanliness? She scowled and dragged the heel of her stiletto across the floor, leaving a staggered black mark. Snorting, Anny crossed her arms over her chest. There. That would show them. See how they liked their pretty little kitchen all messed up.

The mark was small and insignificant and seemed to mock the panda with its sobriety. Anny rolled her shoulders and dragged the strap of her dress back up her shoulder, settling it between the round of muscle and curve of her neck. What did she care that Rhythm had rejected her, the sergal with her perfect pink fur and irritatingly innocent smile? She was silly to even think Rhythm may respond positively, so enthralled was she with her infatuation in a fur that would never truly return her attentions.

Anny smirked and stood up tall, bushy tail swishing as if to lure in a suitor with a sultry sway. Forget Rhythm. She was a roommate and nothing more. Anny was more than her on her worst day. She had more fun than the sergal. There was a great deal more fun to be had at the party and besides - she was yet to try the cocktail special of the night. What was the cocktail special? One would only know if they took a sip!

And Anny planned on taking much more than a sip.

She slammed through the kitchen door, whacking it into the wall as she flounced back into the main room. The panda's stride clacked with the point of her heels and she held her head high, uncaring that her entrance had turned a few heads. Normally, she would have adored the attention but now it was annoying, attention that she did not need. She would have their eyes on her later at a time of her choosing, she promised herself. Now, however, Anny had a bone to pick with a certain pink sergal.

Pausing, she scanned the room, which tilted and swayed sickeningly. Music pulsed against her ears and she fought down a wave of nausea that threatened to overwhelm her, bile rising in the back of her throat. Anny took a deep breath and steeled herself, forcing her stomach to stay put.

Come on, Anny, she told herself.You can handle your drink better than that.

The panda tucked a strand of blue hair behind her ear, keeping it away from her face. Rhythm was nowhere to be seen and the loss of her target sullied her mood further. Scratching an imaginary itch - where was she? - Anny paced around the room once, twice, three times, making a loop so that she could be quite sure that Rhythm was not there. She passed the strange lion twice, engaged in conversation with an older male bear, and their eyes met. The corners of the lion's lips turned down in the tiniest of frowns and he brushed a paw through his trimmed mane, feeling the tips of the hair that he kept in such fine, groomed form. Oblivious, the bear threw his head back in a laugh, the sound lost amongst cacophony. Anny slid her gaze away. The lion was not important, even if he had clocked her troubled pacing.

What would he do anyway? She snorted and tottered to the ceiling to floor windows overlooking the expansive garden. Silas let his partner sleep around with Rhythm and Rhythm let her boyfriend sleep with Silas. They were both as bad as the other to allow Terian his fantasies or whatever lies he liked to tell himself. At least she was better than that one. Anny simply did not get into a relationship if she intended to sleep around, which meant she could fuck whoever the hell she wanted to without any thought as to the consequences.

Licking her lips, she nodded smugly at her reflection, a panda staring back at her through smudged mascara. Yes, that was a much better way to go about it. Anny did not hurt anyone.

The panda smirked. Rhythm clutched a plastic cup, standing with her tail curled around her legs, beside the pool. Though her breath did not yet frost in the air with the onset of winter, she hugged her body with her free arm, fur fluffing up against the chill. Terian stood a pace or so to her right side, gesturing expressively with his paws and arms, the green markings decorating his coat glowing in the lower light. His long ears, similar to those of a rabbit, drooped and his draconian tail swung slowly, curling in midair. Anny rolled her eyes. Was there ever such a mishmash of a fur?

Outside, she had to get outside. Locating the exterior door - a set of double patio doors - after a fumble, she cast herself into the cool garden, fur ruffling up. She frowned. Perhaps a dress had not been the best garment to wear at such a chilly time, but she could not imagine attending a party in trousers. So unfeminine. Rubbing her arm and feeling a little more sober in the cool, Anny fought to focus, thoughts slipping through her mental grasp.

The panda shook her head, swatting away thoughts with a physical flick of her paw. A cougar turned his head from conversation with a female fur, whiskers twitching. He looked her up and down, but Anny turned her tail to him, eyes fixed upon Terian and Rhythm, how their bodies reacted to one another in conversation. Her skin prickled - she was being watched when she did not want to be. She wanted to be elusive, exclusive, as she slunk through the party. She shivered, hunching in on herself as cold crept up her legs, heels precarious along the edge of the pool. Anny swallowed at the notion that other furs would think her attire careless for the weather. She only desired positive attention.

She stepped into Rhythm's line of sight with her lips twisted to hold back words. Terian raised a paw to trace the curve of his horns, green eyes hazed with confusion. She hated him. And she hated the stupid designer clothes he wore, so cunningly designed to look like normal everyday wear. Musicians were the worst for wearing ripped up jeans and pretending to be common folk, just like the rest of them. Crossing her arms over her chest, Anny drew herself up to her full height, hair falling about her muzzle in a blue cascade as the breeze caught it. Her lips pressed together. Let it be wild.

"Trust you to hide out here," Anny scowled. "On the arm of your boyfriend again, I see."

Rhythm gulped and looked down at the pool, lights dancing and flickering blue-green through the water. Silas had had the right idea when he had installed lights within the pool itself, making it appear as if the water was alive with foxfire in a natural occurrence of phosphorescence. Once, on holiday, she had been lucky enough to see the phenomenon occur, but the distraction of dancing colour was exactly the opening Anny needed.

"There's nothing wrong -"

Anny lunged and grabbed Rhythm by the arm, spinning her off balance. The sergal's eyes widened and her cup flew away in an arc, spilling coloured drink across the flagstones. Her arms flailed like the panes of a windmill, fighting for balance already lost. As if in slow motion, the sergal plunged into the pool, shoulder breaking the surface in a roar of cold water. Her pink muzzle disappeared beneath the surface and clothing floated about her as she stilled for a moment, shocked by the cold.

And then Terian was there, shoving Rhythm out of the way and flattening his body to the stone paving to reach down for Rhythm, clasping the paw she thrust from the water. The sergal gasped as her muzzle rose, fur soaked through to the skin and clinging to her bedraggled form. Using his tail like an anchor, Terian stood and pulled Rhythm from the pool, drawing her from the water with surprising strength for such a lithe fur. Crouching, Rhythm coughed up water, her sides heaving like a drowned rat. Other furs crowded in, offering jackets and comfort; someone called for a hot drink, quite wisely in her time of need. Terian rounded on the panda, eyes flashing, and parted his lips to unleash the tirade that was undoubtedly coming.

The panda quailed and fled.

Stumbling in her heels, the panda shoved her way through the crowd that had gathered, elbows jabbing as she fought through. In the blink of an eye, she hurled herself into the main throng of the party and darted through a door she had not yet tried, greeted only by a blissfully empty hallway. It was there that she hid around the corner, away from immediate prying eyes, and allowed the tears to come. No one followed, though she had not expected them to come. She did not deserve to be comforted, not when she had treated her best friend and roommate so badly.

What was wrong with her? She howled into her paws, lungs shuddering for breath. It was wrong of her to push Rhythm. She gulped and sobbed in the privacy of the hallway, make-up streaming down her muzzle. Why the fuck did she drink so much? Pushing Rhythm into the pool wasn't even a funny prank - Rhythm wouldn't laugh about it later.

The panda sank to the floor and hugged her knees to her chest, crying until she had no more tears left to give. The hallway was quiet, the only sound that of her remorse and the party continuing without her. For once in her life, Anny found herself to not be the life of the party. No eyes were on her and there was no partner in her bed, no arms to wrap herself in and forget, if but for a night. She was all alone in the wide, wide world.

Well, there was one way to fix that. Strangely, the panda felt better after a good cry and she shakily staggered to her paws, removing the obtuse heels. She looped the straps over her wrist and padded barefoot down the hall, intending to find the bathroom. Anyone else would have thought her sudden change in demeanour peculiar in its immediacy but there was one thing that Anny was particularly good at: setting a wrong to write.

To do that, she had to find Rhythm and apologise. She bit her lip, wanting to run in the opposite direction, but steadied herself. Sure, it would be embarrassing to apologise. It was the right thing to do. It did not matter that Anny did not like to apologise or admit a wrong. She tried a door and found it locked; that could not be the bathroom then. She would make it up to Rhythm, absolutely, if only the sergal would forgive her.

Voices. Anny flattened herself to the wall and peered around the corner as if it would allow her to remain unnoticed if someone she did not want to speak to was there. Her blue hair stood out brashly and the panda breathed a sigh of relief, noting that only one door was open in the adjacent corridor. That was where the voices had come from, hushed whispers flittering in silken tones. She shook her head, her necklace knocking against her collarbone. How had someone gotten past her into that room? The house was a maze of interlinked hallways.

No one pounced upon her so, emboldened, Anny crept down the hallway, as quiet as a mouse in her bare paws. She should not nose, yet the temptation was too great for the panda. Perhaps it was Rhythm? Anny's ears perked. She could apologise and make things right between them if Rhythm was indeed hiding in there. Only, this time, perhaps she should not attempt to get Rhythm in bed.

Despite the severity of the situation, Anny smiled. That was a bad move but she was sure that they would laugh about _that_one later. How silly of her! She would tell that story to the next lad she got in the bedroom and feel him chuckle into her fur, even as he imagined the two ladies together in another bed.

Peering through the crack between the door frame and the wall, Anny froze, paw raised as if to push the door open to its full extent. The scene within was dim but clear in its explicitness, a single slanting bar of light falling across the bed.

Rhythm lay flat on her back on the bed, a fluffy towel spread beneath her body. Her fur stuck up, halfway dry, but that was not the most startling note of the scene by far. Terian knelt at the foot of the bed with his muzzle pushed between her thighs, orange hair bright in the gloom. In the dark, Anny could not tell if his eyes were closed or not as he lapped and slurped, muzzle working to give the most warming of pleasures to his partner. His tail swayed gently and her eyes followed its hypnotising path of movement, for a moment forgetting exactly who she was watching.

A moan from the sergal jerked her back to reality and Anny gulped, looking down the hall as if expecting to see another fur from the party staring her down reproachfully, caught in the act of voyeurism. No one appeared to scold her, however, and it was with a guilty twitch of her ears that the panda leaned in closer to the crack, easing her body along the wall so that only her eye was visible through the gap. Any more than that and she may be seen by those she wished to observe.

The panda growled mentally, carefully to not let the sound pass her lips. How was she supposed to apologise to Rhythm now when she was busy getting busy with her boyfriend? Anny ground her teeth together, ears flicking flat to her skull. What was the best course of action? It was not a question to ask an alcohol-fuddled head and she whimpered, drawn in by the arch of Rhythm's body as Terian's tongue dug deep, his paw on her stomach to keep her hips and cunny where he could best enjoy her sex.

Anny inhaled sharply as Rhythm twitched, fingers winding into Terian's hair. She remembered when she had last done that to a nice, masculine ram. He'd had a good muzzle on him too as he slurped her to orgasm.

The panda looked away and back again, the tip of her tail twitching without rest or respite. She should leave. It would be easy enough to return later and pretend that she had never walked in on Rhythm and Terian naked on the bed. Terian's paw crept up Rhythm's stomach to her chest, rubbing and caressing where her breasts would be. Rhythm whined, her muzzle thrown back as the duvet rumpled around her sinuous form. Anny swallowed a groan.

No, she decided, slinking into a crouch by the door. The best thing to do would be to wait until they were good and done - it was the only thing that could be done. How would she know that she would not just walk in on them later if she left and returned to apologise? Nothing could be guaranteed and embarrassment was highly likely. Licking dry lips, the panda smoothed down her hair and wiggled her hips, tail sweeping in a low arc across the carpet. Her heels sat forgotten, leaning forlornly against the skirting board.

Anny's paw eased between her thighs, pushing up the hem of her dress to tease her thigh beneath with small, soothing touches, using only her longer nails to scratch through the fur. If she thought hard enough, it was almost like the touch of a partner keen to drag her to the bedroom. Terian's tail curled around Rhythm's ankle - just the very tip of the prehensile limb - as she bucked, hips thrusting up from the bed. The scent of sex permeated the room and Anny took a deep breath, breasts heaving as her ribcage expanded.

"We should..."

Rhythm murmured, turning her muzzle away from Anny so that her words were lost. Terian grinned, a flash of white teeth in the darkness, and pulled himself up over her body, supporting himself on the palms of his paws.

"No." He kissed her nose, lips gracing hers but briefly. "Don't deny yourself what you know you want."

"But...the party..." Rhythm protested, one paw sweeping down the arch of her lover's back. "What will..."

"Never mind that, sweety."

Terian caught her lips in a deep kiss, silencing further protests. The complaints, if they could be called such, faltered beneath his touch and he pressed over her, cock rubbing against her inner thigh. He was already hard and, in a strange moment of curiosity, Anny realised that his shaft was green, easily visible even in the low light. Her eyes were used to the darkness now and she pressed her nose into the crack between the door and the frame, tail flaked out across the hallway. She would not have known if someone was approaching until they tapped her on the shoulder.

Lips locked with Rhythm's, Terian pushed his shaft into the sergal, mouth muffling her moans. His hips moved between her thighs, forcing her legs wide, and he hitched her legs up around his waist, shuddering softly as she locked them around his back like a vice. He was not 'allowed' to pull away any time soon, not until Rhythm felt him spill his seed within her. Lovemaking, to her, had become a most pleasant addiction. Terian dropped to his forearms, nuzzling in closer to his lover, body and mind willing to fulfil every wish she held in her heart. Like the pendulum of a clock, his tail swayed with every slow thrust, keeping time with his motions.

Anny jumped as her fingers met her pussy, tracing a line over underwear that she had not realised was damp with arousal. She blushed but did not halt her actions, pushing aside her thong to drive two fingers into her slick and ready cunt. Her head jerked and she almost shoved the door open inadvertently with her shoulder, only catching it in the nick of time with her other paw. Holding her breath, Anny watched as Terian's hips rolled, thrusting in deep as Rhythm's heels dug lightly into his rump and lower back.

Rhythm's paws flung back over her head as she lost herself in pleasure, letting her partner please her body as he knew best. His lips found her neck and he kissed and nibbled lightly, carefully to not let his horns bump the underside of her jaw by keeping his head tilted at an angle. His teeth just barely caught the skin beneath Rhythm's pink fur and the sergal trembled beneath him, using the leverage she had on his body to push her hips up to his, sweat dampening the fur along her sides. Though his buttocks clenched in male restraint, Terian held back, taking his cues from Rhythm. Anny could not help but be faintly impressed by his dedication. There was no hint of falsity in the sergal's moans and groans; the little squeaks she emitted whenever he thrust hard were especially endearing.

Anny rubbed her clit, biting the inside of her cheek to stay her heaving breaths. If only she was the one in there encouraging Rhythm to make those sounds. Girl on girl could be just as fun! It seemed that Terian knew more about the sergal than Anny when it came to this area, however, and she resented him for that. Stupid musician with his stupid boyfriend! Anny hissed, tail thumping the wall. The sound went unnoticed by the couple, lost in one another's embrace, and Anny worked her fingers deeper, thrusting in time with the rock of Terian's hips.

Rhythm's head snapped up, forcing Terian's muzzle back as she locked her jaw with his. Anny held her breath as she watched their tongues play between their muzzles, eyes closed against the darkness and futile intrusion of light. Even to an observer, it was clear that the sergal was close to her peak, erotic pleasure escalating with every passing second. Anny shifted her weight, paw soaked with her own juices as they dripped on to the carpet. Trembling, Rhythm arched up from the bed and wrapped her arms tightly around Terian, fingers running down his back and playing through his hair until his chest heaved for breath and his tail twitched like a feline's fluffy fifth limb.

Anny felt that she was not all that far behind the lovemaking duo, hips thrusting lightly into her own paw as she imagined a fantastical partner of imagination and lust.

Rolling, the pair switched positions, Terian landing with a thump on his back, duvet twisted beneath him. His eyes were wide as he panted open-mouthed and thrust up into Rhythm, cock spearing into her depths as he rubbed his thumb over her clit. Terian gripped her hip with his free paw, helping her ride him, as the sergal twisted and rocked towards greater heights of pleasure, orgasm reaching for her with crooked, beckoning fingers.

Terian ground his teeth together and then parted his lips in a howl that would have been more appropriate coming from a lupine fur, hips ramming up into Rhythm. His body convulsed and Anny wagered that she would have seen his balls tightening up as he ejaculated, squirming deliciously in orgasm. His tail flattened to the bed beneath his body and he squinted at Rhythm through his orgasm, reaching down to rub and stroke her clit as his cock twitched and pulsed within her.

The sergal rolled her head from one shoulder to the other, balancing on the edge of orgasm as her lover's cock sent spurt after spurt of cum into her hot pussy. Anny wondered if they were using some other kind of protection, as there were clearly no condoms involved, and was not sure which thought was hotter: Rhythm being impregnated or simply being fucked over and over by her lover without concern or worry for a next generation. Rhythm hissed and squeaked, lower jaw hanging as she tumbled head over heels into orgasm. Muscles twitched with a mind of their own and the sergal gripped Terian's paw as she bucked into his fingers, begging without words for more stimulation, enough to keep her climax going until she collapsed in a heap on top of her partner.

Barely supporting herself on shaking arms above Terian, the sergal gave him a lopsided smile and brushed her nose over his cheek, tail dropping to touch his. His cock softened and slipped from her pussy, falling against his thigh, and he eased his arms around her narrower waist, drawing her chest in close to his, her cheek pressed to his. Thus entwined, the lovers murmured softly to one another, warming in the afterglow. Though sweat trickled through the sergal's coat, her pink fur was fluffed up and dry of pool water, their lovemaking more than enough to scare the chill from her bones.

An untimely dip could have the timeliest of consequences.

Riled up, Anny wished she was able to bring herself to climax in a similar manner but the strain of crouching for so long made her legs go numb, pins and needles pricking through tense muscle fibres. She reluctantly pulled her fingers away and licked them clean, rubbing off excess juices on her leg before tugging her dress back down. Well, at least she knew that she could return in a short while to apologise now, she thought with heat in her cheeks. That was her intent all along, of course, not to watch and work herself up, oh no.

A shadow fell over the panda and she started, blinking dumbly as she looked up, uncomprehending of the situation. The lion she had so scorned, Silas, observed her with a wary eye, tail curling and uncurling. With the heady scent of arousal hanging over her like perfume, Anny's heart sank as she realised there was no hiding what she had been up to. The moans and murmurs behind the now closed door hid nothing of what she had been watching either. Crossing his arms over his narrow chest, the lion shook his head and said nothing, only his eyes speculative.

He winked and turned tail, pacing down the corridor with a sway in his hips. His disappearance was so abrupt that it took Rhythm a minute to register exactly what had happened with sudden discovery and then the lion padding away as if nothing at all had happened.

Scrambling to her paws, Anny chased after him, heels left against the wall. They would have to be retrieved later if she was to get any answers from that cat!

"Hey - you!"

Anny chased Silas on unsteady paws, legs half asleep from immobility. He paused and turned slowly, only half of his body facing the panda as if she was not worth the full drama of his attention. Silas raised an eyebrow as she raced up to him.

"Yes?"

She skidded to a halt, teetering precariously. The lion took a step back in order to observe her more closely, eyes raking the panda from head to toe. Where other eyes admired, his only passed by. She shuddered under the scrutiny, for once in her life uncomfortable.

Clearing her throat, Anny caught her breath and drew herself up tall, towering over the little lion. She wouldn't let him think he had the upper paw, just because he had caught her watching Rhythm with Terian.

"Were you watching?" She demanded, tail lashing, fluffed up with emotion.

The lion chuffed a laugh and shook his head, short mane ruffling with the motion.

"Were you?" He probed, tongue poking out the corner of his lips as if he already knew the answer.

"No!" Anny shot back, too quickly.

He licked his muzzle, pink tongue grooming the soft, tawny fur with a quick swipe. Her eyes followed its path and she gulped. There was something about this lion that she could not quite put her finger on, with his quiet confidence that bordered on arrogance. Though Anny did not know him and, as he was the partner of Rhythm's boyfriend - nothing to do with her - she did not expect to.

"Really?" He said, voice rasping with a growl.

Anny rolled her eyes and rubbed her heel against the carpet, scuffing it back and forth through the short pile. She nipped the inside of her cheek, stalling for time

"Well...um...maybe."

The panda cast her eyes down sulkily and, to her surprise, the lion took her paw in his and rubbed his thumb softly over her fur. She started and almost dragged her paw away in front before some small part of her mind complained as to how nice it felt, so simply nice and warm.

Raising her paw to his lips, the lion's eyes shone with disarming warmth and he kissed her paw, lips tickling her fingers ever so briefly. Stunned into silence, Anny gaped like a goldfish and looked behind as if expecting to see another fur standing there suppressing fits of laughter at the jest. Just what was with this lion?

Silas spread his paws wide.

"Come." Silas raised an eyebrow. "You've been wanting to try the cocktail of the night, have you not?"

Anny blinked.

"Well, um...yes?"

Not allowing a further word, the lion led Anny back to the party and placed the special party cocktail in her paw, the cool of the martini glass reassuring. Staring at the red cherry floating in the pink liquor, Anny necked it in two gulps, throat working in sudden thirst. There were no questions to be asked when the party thrummed around her and, as another cocktail was pressed into her paw, accepted too readily, she lost herself in the night. Her body moved to music barely audible over the dull roar of the crowd and her head spun and spun and spun, pink sergal's smiling secretively from dark corners.

As the panda grew progressively drunker, the lion leaned against the floor to ceiling window and concealed his smirk, only the tip of his tail giving away any secret of enjoyment.

If the panda wanted to enjoy her drink, she may as well entertain their guests some. The lion smiled and watched her teeter in bare paws, balanced upon her toes as her mind believed her to still be wearing heels. Interacting with other party-goers and friends that he had not seen in too long, far too long, Silas chuckled privately at Anny's antics. After all, she had wanted to be the centre of attention, the life of the party - had she not? He was only giving her what she wanted: all eyes upon her.

Later, when Anny splayed out unconscious on the living room floor, he may regret his decision. For the time being, it was nothing more than a bit of fun.

And that was what a party was all about...right?