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Skye got invited to a Christmas party with a bunch of other cub boys. And, as seems inevitable when cub boys are left together unattended for too long, things quickly turned hot and steamy. Looks like the normally shy and reserved Skye seems to be enjoying himself after joining in on the lustful group fun! Maybe sneakily drinking that special eggnog wasn't such a bad idea after all...
Skye is my character; all other characters belong to their respective owners/creators.
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Below is a scene from a story inspired by seeing the wonderful art that Moroni created. An invented character is used in place of any depicted in the art, since all characters depicted in the art belong to others.
Reminder: This story and art are of fictional characters and situations. The events depicted are not condoned and are never morally acceptable in the real world.
Story-Specific Tags/Content Warnings: Implied Alcohol Use (Accidental), Intoxication, Light Choking (Improvised Collar & Leash, Consensual)
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\n\t\t\t\t\t| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tThe alcoholic eggnog he’d inadvertently drank several large helpings of earlier was fully kicking in, his whole body feeling warm now. He felt light-headed, but pleasantly so, and his usual anxieties and inhibitions that would have made it difficult for him to feel comfortable around so many cubs he didn’t know faded away, replaced by a fuzzy, giddy, silly feeling that left him giggly and his cheeks flushed red. He watched as several boys began stripping, tossing their clothing to the sides of the room. Soon, the room was filled with naked young boys pressed together, small paws roaming and exploring one another with breathy, high-pitched moans and pants. Skye’s own shorts were tented, his small cock hard at the sight. Soon, the cheetah he’d seen earlier walked up to him. Skye groggily eyed him up and down. His tan fur was speckled with dark spots, in contract to his white underbelly fur. Skye had always had a weakness for big cats, and cheetahs, well… they were one of his biggest weaknesses. Their slim bodies and gorgeous patterned fur always made his knees a little weak. And the feline boy had deep blue eyes — eyes that made Skye’s loins tingle, that he wanted to stare into as he was bent over and— “Jeez, yer really hot,” Skye blurted out as the cheetah opened his mouth, cutting him off before he had a chance to speak. The cheetah’s eyes widened in surprise, and he snickered. “I was just going to say you’re one of the cutest boys here, and, well…” He reached out to grab Skye’s tented crotch, giving it a firm squeeze. “Would you like to play around with me?” “H-hell yeah!” Skye hiccuped. The cheetah’s face contorted into a bemused smirk. “Skye, are you drunk?” “I drunk the cocoa,” Skye helpfully said. He was finding it harder to talk; the words were going funny in his mouth. He giggled. “No, not the cocoa,” the cheetah boy said with a chuckle. “Did you have alcohol?” “Wuz alcohol?” “It’s what the adults drink. It makes ‘em all giggly and happy.” Skye couldn’t help but giggle, his tail swaying lazily. “I feel giggly n happy but I only had the cocoa.” He paused, the cogs of his mind turning slower than normal as he thought back. “Oh,’n I had some eggnog. But I snuck it in the kitchen so don’t tell Moroni’s dad.” The feline boy grinned. “Oh, I see. So you’re a bad boy then.” Skye giggled uncontrollably, making a shushing sound as he brought his finger to his lips. “Shhh, I like t’be good but sometimes I’m bad too.” The cheetah climbed onto the couch to straddle Skye, cupping his face in his paw. “Your secret’s safe with me.” “Good, cuz I really want ya inside a’me,” Skye whispered, biting his lip to stifle another giggle. “Like, real bad.” The cheetah leaned down and kissed Skye as his paws unzipped the fox boy’s pants, revealing the red and white briefs he’d worn that day. “Cute,” he said quietly. He grinned and yanked Skye’s shorts and undies down, Skye’s little cock springing free. An involuntary whimper came from him, which the cat took as encouragement. With Skye’s help, they peeled off his shirt, until he was left in nothing but his Cubby Scout bandana. The cheetah boy reached for it but Skye shook his head. “N-no, leave this on. I like it.” The cheetah smiled. “OK.” “’n you can use it like a leash when you rail me,” Skye said with a giggle. “I like feelin’ choked by it.” The cheetah boy’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Oh! So, you like it…” His voice trailed off hopefully. “Rough, I want it ROUGH,” Skye whined. He stared up through blurry eyes at the cheetah. “Please?” The other boy hesitated, reaching out to stroke the fox boy's hair. The tenderness of the touch made Skye murmur contentedly. "Are you sure that's what you want? Your head's real... fuzzy right now." Skye nodded vigorously. "Been wanting to get it rough fer a while, but I, um... 's'hard to..." The cheetah finished the thought. "Hard to tell people what you want?" "...yeah," Skye sighed. "'m so shy is hard to talk t'people, let 'lone 'bout sex." Skye reached down to grab the cheetah's erection, giving long, slow strokes. "But now I feel real good 'n relaxed, 'n I can juz... enjoy m'self." He stared up at those blue eyes longingly, giving the boy's member a squeeze. "So please help me enjoy m'self while I can," he whispered. “OK. I just had to make sure. Wouldn't want to hurt a cute boy like you." The cat exhaled through his nostrils hungrily, licking his muzzle with a grin. "So rough it is.” He pulled Skye into a deep, long kiss, his tongue forcefully pushing into Skye’s muzzle, making him whimper and moan happily as he gave in to the cheetah’s dominance. With a loud smack, the feline boy broke the kiss, a devious grin on his face. Without a word, he manhandled Skye, turning the kit over so he was on his knees. Skye gripped the back of the couch to prop up his torso as he felt his legs get forcefully spread open. The cheetah moved in behind him, and the hot, slick head of the other boy’s cock pressed against his hole. “Do it,” Skye whined. The cheetah pushed his hips forward, hard, his body smacking against Skye’s rump loudly as he forced his entire length in. Skye yelped out a moan, his body shivering. The alcohol fogging his young brain pushed out all thoughts except his desire to get what he wanted, and what he wanted most right now was to feel this cheetah boy’s cock slamming into him as hard as it could, to feel used by the boy, and have his balls empty into him. Other boys looked on and murmured with horny delight and approval as they watched the cheetah begin a rhythm of hard thrusts into the fox kit, each eliciting a whimper and moan. He reached around to the front of Skye’s bandana, grasping the long hanging ends, and pulled it around to the back, reversing the bandana around Skye’s neck. He gripped it in his paw and pulled, hard, using the bandana's as a grip to help him hump the fox boy harder. Skye could feel pressure around his neck squeezing it. His eyes half-lidded, he was lost in the overwhelming pleasure of the forceful dominance of the boy using him, the small dick pounding his young hole sending shocks of ecstasy up his spine. The room filled with the moans of other boys joining them in communal carnality, and Skye’s intoxicated mind savored the knowledge the other boys were seeing him be used, be dominated, and engaging in their own debauchery alongside him. He’d never been part of an orgy before, but now, as he felt himself being lightly choked and forcefully railed by a boy he hardly knew, he dreamed of the other boys taking their turns next, until he’d been used by everyone. The thought made his small dick throb. Pre began dripping onto the couch beneath him. It was definitely going to be a very white Christmas, if the drunk fox boy had his way.\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t