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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "[center][u]First Bout of the New House\nFor Zavis \nBy Idesin_Otter[/u][/center]\n\nSteve put the box down, and then straightened up with a groan. From the tips of his rounded ears to the end of his frazzled tail, the panther was covered in sweat. It caused his t-shirt to cling to his six-pack, and his sweatpants were not doing much better. Pulling out a small notebook, the black feline crossed the last item off the list. Finally, it was done. It had taken nearly fourteen hours, but they had moved everything out of their old apartment, and into an actual house! Sure, most things were still in boxes, or laying in pieces on the floor. But with the help of a small army of friends they had managed to get everything swapped over in one day. \n\nWith a tired, happy sigh, Steve walked over to the side of the room, leaned against the wall, and half slid, half fell into the mattress on the floor. The thing was massive - an ‘Alaskan King’, nine feet on a side. Thick, firm, and with just the right amount of give. It actually separated into three sections, like a sandwich. Even with that it had taken a whole hour just to wrestle it through the doors, stairs, and hallways into the master bedroom. It had been bought specifically for this new house. The master bedroom was huge, and even with this monster in it, there was plenty more room for whatever else they may want. The real treat of it was that a friend was making a frame for it that would make it look just like a wrestling ring. But that was for later. For now, it was time to rest. \n\n“FROM THE TOP ROPE!” Steve's eyes flew wide open at the announced attack. Snapping to attention he saw Marcus, the excitable puppy that he was, running through the door. The wolf put a foot on the seat of the armchair, then the other on the back. Just as the thing started to tip forward with momentum the big gray dork launched himself into the air, turning to drop an elbow onto his wrestling partner. Fur standing completely on end, Steve rolled out of the way, getting up into a three point stance, hissing at the colorfully clad canine who bounced down onto the thick, yet firm mattress, having broken neither it nor any part of his body. \n\n“How the fuck do you still have energy for this sort of fooling around?” Steve groaned at Marcus. He was trying to be mad at the guy, but he just couldn’t help but grin at the big derpy puppy face smiling back at him. Sighting, he crawled over to the laughing wolf. Taking his very light grey face between his hands, he pulled Marcus in close and gave him a kiss on the nose. And then a small bap on his muzzle for good measure. Marcus’s tail happily thumped away against the mattress.\n\n“Couldn’t help myself.” He explained, giving the puppy dog eyes to his intended victim. “I just needed to do something after watching you strain and lift and flex all day.” he continued before pushing his head forward, slipping under Steve’s arm and right into his armpit. He sniffed eagerly, happily. It was a deep, rich scent after a day of hard work. Sharp, in the way that spices smelled sharp. “Mmmmn, you worked up quite the musky sweat there, ‘Psycho Kitty’.” The panther blushed and half-heartedly tried pushing him away. But Marcus kept in there, and even began grappling him. \n\nSoon he had pinned his buddy’s arms to his sides as he worked to get the big cat’s sweat filled t-shirt off of him. Steve blushed even deeper with the aggressive dis-robing attention. They both knew the effect grappling, domination play, and otherwise acting like they were in the ring did to both of them. It was an activity they had done many times before, and it had a predictable result. He couldn’t help but stand at attention at such a display of desire, his cock making its presence known in his sweatpants. Shifting his weight, the panther rolled onto the side, shifting their position and grabbing the canine in a head-lock.\n\n“Clearly you must have been slacking off while the rest of us were working. If you have the energy to challenge me to a match, then you didn’t spend enough of it in the move. I was wondering where you had gotten off to when all the heavy lifting was being done.” Marcus gave a whine, struggling in the hold, legs pushing out as he tried to find purchase on the mattress. His head was squeezed tight by the dominant man, keeping his muzzle firmly wedged up into the feline's sweaty, musky pit. The panther grinned, enjoying the feeling of domination and control as he kept the playful pup pinned. He wasn’t being selfish though, Steve could see how much the wolf was enjoying it too. A large, familiar tent was forming in the wolf's 80’s inspired nylon gym shorts. But just as suddenly as he had put the intruder in a hold, he was pushed back from his sitting position as his wrestling partner’s paws found purchase, pushing him up and toppling the topping panther.\n\n“I work smarter, not harder, ‘Sir’. Maybe if you had also sprung for a hand-truck, you wouldn’t be so tired and easily beaten.” Marcus defended himself verbally, as he defended himself physically, pulling free of the head-lock. Taking advantage of the stunned feline attempting to catch his breath, he sprang forward, pinning Steve to the mattress by his colorful crotch. Wolf balls fell through the loose nylon shorts onto upturned panther muzzle, turning the tables on who’s musk was turning on who. His heavy sack sat there on Steves nose, filling each breath with the sharp, strong, earthy scent of wolf. Kneeling on the taller man's arms, he reached down to patronizingly scritched the ‘kittys’ head. \n\n“If you’re not up for a match, you could just call uncle right n-” He was silenced as a pair of strong longs came up and wrapped themselves around his head, pulling him back. Breaking free from each other, the two combatants moved to opposite corners of the ‘ring’, each grinning at the other. They had done this dance many times, and always enjoyed it. They just had to set some ground rules before they started in earnest to see who would win this sex fight. \n\n“Fist pin?”\n\n“Nah - First cum.”\n\n“Oh no, I’m way too backed up for that. One of us had to focus on all the planning for the last week.”\n\n“First to cry uncle then.”\n\n“Agreed. And stay in the ring. We don’t want to break anything, now do we, ‘Wolfnado’.”\n\nWith the basics agreed to, they took a moment to pull their tops off, tossing them to the sides, keeping their bottoms on for now. Steve in his tented, aptly named sweatpants, and Marcus in his loose, nylon shorts. Rolling his head, cracking his neck one way, then the other, ‘Psycho Kitty’ gave his opponent a grin as he shifted from a tired man who had just finished a long day's work, into a savage, hungry monster ready to destroy any who dared get in his way. He lunged forward, throwing himself into the air. Powerful thighs helped him get the height he needed to hit the other wrestler square in the chest with his knees. It was all the wolf could do to keep himself from getting thrown out of the ring. Dropping down, Steve grabbed those gray, furry thighs and yanked backwards, pulling Marcus off his feet. But as he went in for the hold, he now found himself getting thrown back by the same legs he had just taken out.\n\nWith a kip-up, the Wolfnado moved as fast as his nickname implied, raining blow upon blow on the chest of his opponent, keeping him off balance and vulnerable. Pressing right up against his adversary he reached down into those sweatpants and grabbed a firm handful of big black panther penis, and gave it several strokes as he pulled his partner in close with his free arm, giving him a chance to add to the domination with a kiss. Tongues battered as fiercely as arms and legs did before Steve was able to break the hold. He was left panting, trembling, and dripping with need.\n\nKeeping an eye on the clever canine, he stripped himself out of his sweatpants. It left him even more vulnerable, but the distraction of the soft fabric rubbing back and forth over his sensitive head was more than he could take after that last attack. Looking to turn this disadvantage around, he took aim at the one who had put him in this position. A careful aim on a moving target, a fast throw, and a successful hit. Musk-soaked sweatpants crotch met surprised wolf face. That powerful nose was filled with the fresh scent of frisky feline. Marcus couldn’t help it, he sniffed in the scent deeply, giving himself over to the sensation. The next thing he knew, his shorts had been shucked, and his cock was getting sucked. He just had enough time to look down and catch Steve's eyes as he bobbed up and down, his cock disappearing past those succulent lips Then, with a firm pull, he was taken to the mat. The panther moved with the speed and grace of his kind and swung himself around, covering his opponents face with his balls as he continued his oral attack. \n\nThe two sweaty men grappled, each trying to push and thrust and turn so that they were the one on top. Steve was relentless in his attack. He had the Wolfnado right where he wanted him. As they struggled back and forth, he moved from simply resting his dick on top of that sensitive canine nose to pushing into that vulnerable muzzle. Now they were in the special sort of grapple one only saw in sex fights. Each sucked as hard as they could on the other's cock while also seeking an opening to break or roll the grapple to their advantage. Kneeling on his opponents arms, Steve was thrusting into that warm, accommodating mouth hard and fast, his balls bouncing off the canine's nose with every thrust, his cock pressing down against that wide, slippery tongue. Suddenly, his ass was grabbed and before he could prevent it a pair of fingers was plunging home into his well used asshole. He almost froze as the sudden attack assailed his prostate with concentrated force. Marcus knew all his spots, especially -that- spot, and he was hammering away at it. The pent up panther could hold back no longer and with his cock balls deep in his partner's muzzle he came, squirting hot, needy, pent up cum deep into the wolf's throat.\n\nSwallowing with devious satisfaction, the Wolfnado took advantage of the distracted discharger. Locking his ankles behind the Psycho Kitty’s head he pulled him forward, knocking even more sense out of Steve as his head bounced against the mattress. Grabbing onto the panther's posterior, he pulled his legs back and pulled both of them upright. Hoisting his opponents hips up, he got a good, teasing lick of that loose asshole in, before squeezing his partner's head with his knees and pile-driving him into the mattress. With his dazed victim looking up at the ceiling trying to catch his breath and gather his wits, Marcus took advantage of the situation. Scrambling forward, he knelt on his opponents arms and then grabbed him by the hips. Pulling his legs back the wolf tucked the panther's ankles under his own elbows, and had the feline bent in half. Now both the Psycho Kitty’s face and ass were staring at him. Realizing the compromising situation he was in, Steve began to struggle, but it was too late. \n\n“My turn.” he announced with glee, driving himself forward with practiced precision, penetrating panther posterior, rubbing his taint across his victim’s chin with every thrust. The cat yowled in protests, but there was purring underneath it. His member, having already shot its load, was forced to stay up and at attention as that thick wolf cock pummeled his prostate over and over again. It provided a convenient hand hold for the Wolfnado to grip to control his new toy as he pressed his strength against his partner's flexibility, the two sweaty men competed with strength, stamina, and sexuality. His knot was rapidly swelling to ‘locking’ size, and if he could secure the pin on his partner here, there was no way that he couldn't milk him till he cried uncle.\n\nPinned as he was, the Psycho Kitty didn’t have many choices if he wished to avoid that fate. Straining, wiggling, pushing, he managed to get his muzzle under Wolfnado's sack. Pushing through the haze of musk, he stuck his tongue out as far as it would go. Playing with the wolf's ass, as he pummeled the panthers, gave Steve just the opening he needed. Wrenching his arms free of their hold, he reached up to squeeze tightly around Marcus’s knot. Simulating that feeling of tying with a tight ass, he tugged with his hands and squeezed with his ass. The effect was irresistible. The canine’s cock responded instinctively and began to unload itself all over and inside that well used asshole in front of him. As he came, his strength left him, and Steve was able to break out of the hold, rolling forward and out, escaping to a corner of the ‘mat’.\n\nCatching his breath, Marcus retreated to a corner, to reevaluate the situation. They eyed each other up, each sweaty, tired, and with streaks of cum over their fur. Marcus licked his lips. Steve curled his tail. It was a good start, but they were both hungry for more. More stimulation, more domination, more intimacy. It was a good way to christen a new home, and a new home ring. With the sharpest, neediest part of the edge taken off, they began to circle, each looking for an opening, or weakness in the other. They stalked tall and proud, the swelling of bruises, and the discoloration under the fur beginning to show from their loving athletic attention. Marcus was the first to take a step forward. Steve responded in kind. Slowly, measuredly, they met in the middle of the ‘ring’. \n\nLocking hands, they pressed up against one another. Chest to chest, cock to cock, they could feel the others thumping heartbeat, the swell and fall of their lungs as their bodies rubbed together. Rubbery spines rubbed over a lipstick tip, and a knot pressed back against a feline base. Balls hanging low, tails held high, asses ready. They strained against one another, each trying to find the strength and leverage to take the other down, but they were too evenly matched. They pressed on and slipped over one another, cocks frotting, nipples pressing, muzzles panting as the combative athletes struggled for supremacy. But there was a feeling of pleasure and understanding as they found each other so evenly matched. The sort of mental space one could fall into when one's purpose was clear, then focus was complete, when everything just … clicked.\n\nBut by its nature, such a transcendent thing couldn’t last long. It was the considerably less worn out Marcus who broke the stalemate. Slipping his cock in under his partners, he bent his legs and thrusted up, pulling back, falling under Steve’s weight onto his ass on the mat. Now he was the one pinned by the panther sitting atop him. It might seem counterintuitive to put himself in such a position, but it was all part of the plan. From this position under the Psycho Kitty, keeping him busy with grapples and blows top-side, he started to thrust away into that cum-lubed, well-used pussy asshole. Each thrust of his hips bounced that black bottom up into the air, only for him to get dragged back down on that big dick by gravity. Steve was moaning and twitching now. The exhaustion of the day was starting to show on him as he weakened with every attempt to break the grapple. He couldn’t hide it either, with his cock throbbing, spurting with every hit of his prostate.\n\nOnce his opponent was weakened enough, the Wolfnado pushed against the mat, and flipped them over. With Psycho Kitty on his knees, chest pressed into the ring, he began to thrust away. Arms twisted behind him, unable to concentrate with the rhythmic pounding of his prostate, there was little that Steve could do now but moan into the mat. He couldn’t help the way his tail curled up, lovingly wrapping itself around the one dominating him into submission. He could not fight anymore, the pleasure was too strong. The sounds of pleasured moans and the soft slap of flesh on flesh made it clear to all within hearing range what was going on. That had been another reason why they had chosen this house. They could be as loud as they wanted, as rough as they wanted, hell, as lewd as they wanted, and now there was nobody close enough to hear them. Nobody to bang on the walls or call the landlord on them. And Marcus was going to make the most of this new freedom. \n\nSteve was drooling into the mattress, from both heads, as his prostate got hit again and again. His legs struggled weakly under the superior wolf that had beaten him down in ritual, sexual combat. As he felt the knot push into him, he knew he had lost. He was tied now. The wolf could do what he wanted with him. He could still fight back, but with that erotic pressure, the pressing width of it, the non-stop feeling of being so thoughtfully owned - it would win, eventually. But that didn’t mean he’d give up. He wasn’t going to cry uncle until he was cumming air. So he pushed back, squeezing, tightening around that cock. He knew it worked when he heard the wolf howl, and he began milking that red rocket, filling him up so good. \n\nDownstairs, their girlfriends were still enjoying the pizza and beer with the friends that had helped them move in. They could all hear what was going on upstairs, and blushes were soon turning to stolen glances. The two ladies just laughed, and began to plan how to punish the two for leaving them out.\n\n[center]The End[/center]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
First Bout of the New House
For Zavis
By Idesin_Otter


Steve put the box down, and then straightened up with a groan.  From the tips of his rounded ears to the end of his frazzled tail, the panther was covered in sweat.  It caused his t-shirt to cling to his six-pack, and his sweatpants were not doing much better.  Pulling out a small notebook, the black feline crossed the last item off the list.  Finally, it was done.  It had taken nearly fourteen hours, but they had moved everything out of their old apartment, and into an actual house!  Sure, most things were still in boxes, or laying in pieces on the floor.  But with the help of a small army of friends they had managed to get everything swapped over in one day.  

With a tired, happy sigh, Steve walked over to the side of the room, leaned against the wall, and half slid, half fell into the mattress on the floor.  The thing was massive - an ‘Alaskan King’, nine feet on a side.  Thick, firm, and with just the right amount of give.  It actually separated into three sections, like a sandwich.  Even with that it had taken a whole hour just to wrestle it through the doors, stairs, and hallways into the master bedroom.  It had been bought specifically for this new house.  The master bedroom was huge, and even with this monster in it, there was plenty more room for whatever else they may want.  The real treat of it was that a friend was making a frame for it that would make it look just like a wrestling ring.  But that was for later.  For now, it was time to rest.  

“FROM THE TOP ROPE!” Steve's eyes flew wide open at the announced attack.  Snapping to attention he saw Marcus, the excitable puppy that he was, running through the door.  The wolf put a foot on the seat of the armchair, then the other on the back.  Just as the thing started to tip forward with momentum the big gray dork launched himself into the air, turning to drop an elbow onto his wrestling partner.  Fur standing completely on end, Steve rolled out of the way, getting up into a three point stance, hissing at the colorfully clad canine who bounced down onto the thick, yet firm mattress, having broken neither it nor any part of his body.  

“How the fuck do you still have energy for this sort of fooling around?” Steve groaned at Marcus.  He was trying to be mad at the guy, but he just couldn’t help but grin at the big derpy puppy face smiling back at him.  Sighting, he crawled over to the laughing wolf.  Taking his very light grey face between his hands, he pulled Marcus in close and gave him a kiss on the nose.  And then a small bap on his muzzle for good measure.  Marcus’s tail happily thumped away against the mattress.

“Couldn’t help myself.” He explained, giving the puppy dog eyes to his intended victim.  “I just needed to do something after watching you strain and lift and flex all day.”  he continued before pushing his head forward, slipping under Steve’s arm and right into his armpit.  He sniffed eagerly, happily.  It was a deep, rich scent after a day of hard work.  Sharp, in the way that spices smelled sharp.    “Mmmmn, you worked up quite the musky sweat there, ‘Psycho Kitty’.”  The panther blushed and half-heartedly tried pushing him away.  But Marcus kept in there, and even began grappling him.  

Soon he had pinned his buddy’s arms to his sides as he worked to get the big cat’s sweat filled t-shirt off of him.  Steve blushed even deeper with the aggressive dis-robing attention.  They both knew the effect grappling, domination play, and otherwise acting like they were in the ring did to both of them.  It was an activity they had done many times before, and it had a predictable result.  He couldn’t help but stand at attention at such a display of desire, his cock making its presence known in his sweatpants.  Shifting his weight, the panther rolled onto the side, shifting their position and grabbing the canine in a head-lock.

“Clearly you must have been slacking off while the rest of us were working.  If you have the energy to challenge me to a match, then you didn’t spend enough of it in the move.  I was wondering where you had gotten off to when all the heavy lifting was being done.”  Marcus gave a whine, struggling in the hold, legs pushing out as he tried to find purchase on the mattress.  His head was squeezed tight by the dominant man, keeping his muzzle firmly wedged up into the feline's sweaty, musky pit.  The panther grinned, enjoying the feeling of domination and control as he kept the playful pup pinned.  He wasn’t being selfish though, Steve could see how much the wolf was enjoying it too.  A large, familiar tent was forming in the wolf's 80’s inspired nylon gym shorts.  But just as suddenly as he had put the intruder in a hold, he was pushed back from his sitting position as his wrestling partner’s paws found purchase, pushing him up and toppling the topping panther.

“I work smarter, not harder, ‘Sir’.  Maybe if you had also sprung for a hand-truck, you wouldn’t be so tired and easily beaten.”  Marcus defended himself verbally, as he defended himself physically, pulling free of the head-lock.  Taking advantage of the stunned feline attempting to catch his breath, he sprang forward, pinning Steve to the mattress by his colorful crotch.  Wolf balls fell through the loose nylon shorts onto upturned panther muzzle, turning the tables on who’s musk was turning on who.  His heavy sack sat there on Steves nose, filling each breath with the sharp, strong, earthy scent of wolf.  Kneeling on the taller man's arms, he reached down to patronizingly scritched the ‘kittys’ head.  

“If you’re not up for a match, you could just call uncle right n-” He was silenced as a pair of strong longs came up and wrapped themselves around his head, pulling him back.  Breaking free from each other, the two combatants moved to opposite corners of the ‘ring’, each grinning at the other.  They had done this dance many times, and always enjoyed it.  They just had to set some ground rules before they started in earnest to see who would win this sex fight.  

“Fist pin?”

“Nah - First cum.”

“Oh no, I’m way too backed up for that.  One of us had to focus on all the planning for the last week.”

“First to cry uncle then.”

“Agreed.  And stay in the ring.  We don’t want to break anything, now do we, ‘Wolfnado’.”

With the basics agreed to, they took a moment to pull their tops off, tossing them to the sides, keeping their bottoms on for now.  Steve in his tented, aptly named sweatpants, and Marcus in his loose, nylon shorts.  Rolling his head, cracking his neck one way, then the other, ‘Psycho Kitty’ gave his opponent a grin as he shifted from a tired man who had just finished a long day's work, into a savage, hungry monster ready to destroy any who dared get in his way.  He lunged forward, throwing himself into the air.  Powerful thighs helped him get the height he needed to hit the other wrestler square in the chest with his knees.  It was all the wolf could do to keep himself from getting thrown out of the ring.  Dropping down, Steve grabbed those gray, furry thighs and yanked backwards, pulling Marcus off his feet.  But as he went in for the hold, he now found himself getting thrown back by the same legs he had just taken out.

With a kip-up, the Wolfnado moved as fast as his nickname implied, raining blow upon blow on the chest of his opponent, keeping him off balance and vulnerable.  Pressing right up against his adversary he reached down into those sweatpants and grabbed a firm handful of big black panther penis, and gave it several strokes as he pulled his partner in close with his free arm, giving him a chance to add to the domination with a kiss.  Tongues battered as fiercely as arms and legs did before Steve was able to break the hold.  He was left panting, trembling, and dripping with need.

Keeping an eye on the clever canine, he stripped himself out of his sweatpants.  It left him even more vulnerable, but the distraction of the soft fabric rubbing back and forth over his sensitive head was more than he could take after that last attack.  Looking to turn this disadvantage around, he took aim at the one who had put him in this position.  A careful aim on a moving target, a fast throw, and a successful hit.  Musk-soaked sweatpants crotch met surprised wolf face.  That powerful nose was filled with the fresh scent of frisky feline.  Marcus couldn’t help it, he sniffed in the scent deeply, giving himself over to the sensation.  The next thing he knew, his shorts had been shucked, and his cock was getting sucked.  He just had enough time to look down and catch Steve's eyes as he bobbed up and down, his cock disappearing past those succulent lips Then, with a firm pull, he was taken to the mat.  The panther moved with the speed and grace of his kind and swung himself around, covering his opponents face with his balls as he continued his oral attack.  

The two sweaty men grappled, each trying to push and thrust and turn so that they were the one on top.  Steve was relentless in his attack.  He had the Wolfnado right where he wanted him.  As they struggled back and forth, he moved from simply resting his dick on top of that sensitive canine nose to pushing into that vulnerable muzzle.  Now they were in the special sort of grapple one only saw in sex fights.  Each sucked as hard as they could on the other's cock while also seeking an opening to break or roll the grapple to their advantage.    Kneeling on his opponents arms, Steve was thrusting into that warm, accommodating mouth hard and fast, his balls bouncing off the canine's nose with every thrust, his cock pressing down against that wide, slippery tongue.  Suddenly, his ass was grabbed and before he could prevent it a pair of fingers was plunging home into his well used asshole.  He almost froze as the sudden attack assailed his prostate with concentrated force.  Marcus knew all his spots, especially -that- spot, and he was hammering away at it.  The pent up panther could hold back no longer and with his cock balls deep in his partner's muzzle he came, squirting hot, needy, pent up cum deep into the wolf's throat.

Swallowing with devious satisfaction, the Wolfnado took advantage of the distracted discharger.  Locking his ankles behind the Psycho Kitty’s head he pulled him forward, knocking even more sense out of Steve as his head bounced against the mattress.  Grabbing onto the panther's posterior, he pulled his legs back and pulled both of them upright.  Hoisting his opponents hips up, he got a good, teasing lick of that loose asshole in, before squeezing his partner's head with his knees and pile-driving him into the mattress.  With his dazed victim looking up at the ceiling trying to catch his breath and gather his wits, Marcus took advantage of the situation.  Scrambling forward, he knelt on his opponents arms and then  grabbed him by the hips.  Pulling his legs back the wolf tucked the panther's ankles under his own elbows, and had the feline bent in half.  Now both the Psycho Kitty’s face and ass were staring at him.  Realizing the compromising situation he was in, Steve began to struggle, but it was too late.

“My turn.”  he announced with glee, driving himself forward with practiced precision, penetrating panther posterior, rubbing his taint across his victim’s chin with every thrust.  The cat yowled in protests, but there was purring underneath it.  His member, having already shot its load, was forced to stay up and at attention as that thick wolf cock pummeled his prostate over and over again.  It provided a convenient hand hold for the Wolfnado to grip to control his new toy as he pressed his strength against his partner's flexibility, the two sweaty men competed with strength, stamina, and sexuality.  His knot was rapidly swelling to ‘locking’ size, and if he could secure the pin on his partner here, there was no way that he couldn't milk him till he cried uncle.

Pinned as he was, the Psycho Kitty didn’t have many choices if he wished to avoid that fate.  Straining, wiggling, pushing, he managed to get his muzzle under Wolfnado's sack.  Pushing through the haze of musk, he stuck his tongue out as far as it would go.  Playing with the wolf's ass, as he pummeled the panthers, gave Steve just the opening he needed.  Wrenching his arms free of their hold, he reached up to squeeze tightly around Marcus’s knot.  Simulating that feeling of tying with a tight ass, he tugged with his hands and squeezed with his ass.  The effect was irresistible.  The canine’s cock responded instinctively and began to unload itself all over and inside that well used asshole in front of him.  As he came, his strength left him, and Steve was able to break out of the hold, rolling forward and out, escaping to a corner of the ‘mat’.

Catching his breath, Marcus retreated to a corner, to reevaluate the situation.  They eyed each other up, each sweaty, tired, and with streaks of cum over their fur.  Marcus licked his lips.  Steve curled his tail.  It was a good start, but they were both hungry for more.  More stimulation, more domination, more intimacy.  It was a good way to christen a new home, and a new home ring.  With the sharpest, neediest part of the edge taken off, they began to circle, each looking for an opening, or weakness in the other.  They stalked tall and proud, the swelling of bruises, and the discoloration under the fur beginning to show from their loving athletic attention.  Marcus was the first to take a step forward.  Steve responded in kind.  Slowly, measuredly, they met in the middle of the ‘ring’.  

Locking hands, they pressed up against one another.  Chest to chest, cock to cock, they could feel the others thumping heartbeat, the swell and fall of their lungs as their bodies rubbed together.  Rubbery spines rubbed over a lipstick tip, and a knot pressed back against a feline base.  Balls hanging low, tails held high, asses ready.  They strained against one another, each trying to find the strength and leverage to take the other down, but they were too evenly matched.  They pressed on and slipped over one another, cocks frotting, nipples pressing, muzzles panting as the combative athletes struggled for supremacy.  But there was a feeling of pleasure and understanding as they found each other so evenly matched.  The sort of mental space one could fall into when one's purpose was clear, then focus was complete, when everything just … clicked.

But by its nature, such a transcendent thing couldn’t last long.  It was the considerably less worn out Marcus who broke the stalemate.  Slipping his cock in under his partners, he bent his legs and thrusted up, pulling back, falling under Steve’s weight onto his ass on the mat.  Now he was the one pinned by the panther sitting atop him.  It might seem counterintuitive to put himself in such a position, but it was all part of the plan.  From this position under the Psycho Kitty, keeping him busy with grapples and blows top-side, he started to thrust away into that cum-lubed, well-used pussy asshole.  Each thrust of his hips bounced that black bottom up into the air, only for him to get dragged back down on that big dick by gravity.  Steve was moaning and twitching now.  The exhaustion of the day was starting to show on him as he weakened with every attempt to break the grapple.  He couldn’t hide it either, with his cock throbbing, spurting with every hit of his prostate.

Once his opponent was weakened enough, the Wolfnado pushed against the mat, and flipped them over.  With Psycho Kitty on his knees, chest pressed into the ring, he began to thrust away.  Arms twisted behind him, unable to concentrate with the rhythmic pounding of his prostate, there was little that Steve could do now but moan into the mat.  He couldn’t help the way his tail curled up, lovingly wrapping itself around the one dominating him into submission.  He could not fight anymore, the pleasure was too strong.  The sounds of pleasured moans and the soft slap of flesh on flesh made it clear to all within hearing range what was going on.  That had been another reason why they had chosen this house. They could be as loud as they wanted, as rough as they wanted, hell, as lewd as they wanted, and now there was nobody close enough to hear them.  Nobody to bang on the walls or call the landlord on them.  And Marcus was going to make the most of this new freedom.  

Steve was drooling into the mattress, from both heads, as his prostate got hit again and again. His legs struggled weakly under the superior wolf that had beaten him down in ritual, sexual combat.  As he felt the knot push into him, he knew he had lost.  He was tied now.  The wolf could do what he wanted with him.  He could still fight back, but with that erotic pressure, the pressing width of it, the non-stop feeling of being so thoughtfully owned - it would win, eventually.  But that didn’t mean he’d give up. He wasn’t going to cry uncle until he was cumming air.   So he pushed back, squeezing, tightening around that cock.  He knew it worked when he heard the wolf howl, and he began milking that red rocket, filling him up so good.  

Downstairs, their girlfriends were still enjoying the pizza and beer with the friends that had helped them move in.  They could all hear what was going on upstairs, and blushes were soon turning to stolen glances.  The two ladies just laughed, and began to plan how to punish the two for leaving them out.

The End
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