[center][b]Screwed in the Showers[/b][/center] [center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw[/center] Wedge threw open the door, trotting onto the linoleum of the gym locker room. The sweatpants swinging around the hog’s legs and the t-shirt hugging his gut were both soaked through with sweat. Obvious exertion or not, the pig was chuckling happily. “I thought you cats were supposed to be fast, Charlie. A cheetah trudged in behind him. He too bore the signs of exertion, but instead of a smile he wore a scowl. “…Never said it was going to be eight laps.” The feline grumbled, dodging the door before it swung shut behind him. All cheetahs, by virtue of genetics, were short-distance sprinters. "Sure I did." Wedge drawled broadly, walking past a horse fiddling with something in a locker. The pig didn't bother to hide a lascivious gaze at the toned equine rump as he passed in the direction of the shower stalls. "But mister speedy put his bets on a race before I even got that far, didn't he?" Charlie answered only with a miffed huff, stopping at a locker three down from the half-dressed stallion Wedge had been ogling. The feline doffed his running clothes, piling them neatly into the receptacle. Tail tucked between his legs, he reached for a towel, hesitated, glanced to the side. As if to mock his timidity, Wedge had casually tossed his wadded shirt across a bench and was now pulling down his waistband as his hooves clicked toward an empty shower stall. Charlie could see all of the pig’s butt bare to the air well before he all the way into the stall. The still chortling pig obviously didn’t care what anyone saw. Never had, really. Grudgingly, Charlie left the towel where it was and followed. “Let’s just get this over with. A deal’s a deal.” “Damn right a deal’s a deal.” Agreed the hog, volume making a mockery of Charlie’s circumspect mutter. He turned to lean against the partition walls of the generously-sized shower stall while he watched the skinny feline, one hand between his legs to cover his kittyhood, slunk in self-consciously behind him. A goat that glanced curiously in their direction got a wink from (and full frontal view of) the nude pig as he slid the curtain closed behind Charlie. The speedy cat sighed and leaned back against the back wall under the showerhead with arms crossed and brow furrowed. “Alright. What is it that you want me to do?” He asked, voice pitched to a half-whisper while he sized up his porcine companion. Wedge wasn’t quite fat, but he was on the border; his belly had a presence to it as he swung around. Charlie knew from being the pig’s workout buddy that, contrary to what a casual observer might guess, a large fraction of his bulk was muscle. Still dripping sweat, the hog grasped his sheath to jiggle the hefty pouch under it at the cat. “Lickin’ my balls would be a good start. Might be more comfortable from yer knees, kitty.” Charlie winced, but complied. Reluctantly he lowered himself to his hands and knees, eye level with those big balls. He wondered how the hell Wedge could run at all with those tennis-ball sized testicles swinging around. It seemed to him as if doing so would be uncomfortable, but clearly not enough to throw off an endurance run. “Go on, cat.” Wedge sneered at the slim cheetah, cocky. Beads of sweat ran down the skin of his smoothly plump sack, following the curve of XL sized nuts. He spoke at a normal volume, unheeding of the flimsiness of the privacy the shower stall afforded. “If you’re real good maybe I’ll let you drink your milk instead of paying up proper.” Charlie glared up at him venomously. “You’re lucky I’m a cat of my word.” “Heh. Have to see about that, pussy.” The cheetah looked down from the pig’s palpably unperturbed face at the sweat-sheened pork package. After a moment of staring, he sighed, and resigned himself to his task. He leaned forward, extending his tongue to lap over Wedge’s scrotum. Wedge [i]hmmmm[/i]’d his enjoyment of the rough wetness rasping over his sack and let it pair with the sweet sight of the feline on his knees to stir his sheath to life. He reached down to scratch behind Charlie’s ears. Those ears folded back in feline annoyance, but Charlie swallowed back any verbal response. In any case he was busy trying not to inhale through his nose as he diligently licked away at the fat hog’s nuts, cocking his head to the side for a better angle after a dozen sweeps. “Bet I’m salty.” The hog said. Charlie only chuffed in reply. It was confirmation enough. Above him, Wedge's dick was rapidly hardening out of his sheath. A skinny thing, tapered from the tip and perhaps half an inch wide where it emerged, it was half out at three and a half spirally twisted inches. "Move up a bit. Get me ready." Charlie groaned inwardly. Steadying himself with a hand against Wedge’s waist, he brought himself upward until his raspy tongue crested over the hog’s sheath. Wedge let him trail that rough tongue up the thin spire, which surged another inch as it was lavished with attention. He let out a pleased grunt coinciding with the cat reaching the tip, and simultaneously a gush of pre. Wedge’s fluids were strongly flavored and bitter. Charlie snapped backward, lips peeled back in disgust, but after a moment forced his head back to place his tongue at the base for another lick. “Come on. Get me slick, kitty.” Happy as a pig in muck, Wedge petted the cat, a gesture equal parts condescending and affectionate. “Main event’s coming up soon.” Once more Charlie grimaced. His lick slowed halfheartedly at the thought of having to put this pig’s dick in his maw. Wedge made the reluctance a moot point by grabbing him by the sides of his head without warning and forcing the cat’s mouth over his hard-on. The corkscrew cock was most of the way out of it’s sheath by now, and the tip prodded at the back of the cat’s throat. Charlie’s eyes snapped wide at the shock of the slimy dick invading his mouth. Slender as it was the hog-cock was still being shoved into his face with enough force to muffle his startled yowl even as his reflexive pull backward was stopped cold by Wedge’s grasp. Wedge took his time enjoying the halfheartedly struggling cat’s wet mouth. With a snort of amusement Wedge finally let Charlie pull off of him, watching the cat settle back on his haunches to gag on air. He worked his erection to test for slickness, fingers gliding and hooking over the spit-lubed curls. “What’s wrong, pussycat? Too much for ya?” Spitting and sputtering Charlie shot him a glare as he wiped his mouth off on his arm. “Yeah, that was disgusting! What the hell?” “An’ here I figgered you wanted a piece of me, makin’ that bet like that.” Clearly it was hard to offend the pig. “’Least part of ya’s enjoyin’ itself.” Charlie growled, forcing himself not to hide his own erection now that he was aware of it. He knew that Wedge would just taunt him about it. He couldn’t meet the pig’s eyes though. “…Can we just finish this? I just want to take a shower and go to bed now.” “Still early… But not a bad idea.” Wedge waggled his eyebrows at the cat. He could tell when Charlie worked out the other implied uses for that bed by the hard blush and savored it. Then he made a little spinning-around motion with one finger. “First you owe me one pussy-boy pussy, don’t ya?” For a moment he thought he [i]miiiiiight[/i] have pushed the cheetah a little too far. Charlie’s eyes wedged shut and he clenched his fists, teeth gritted as if to hold in a howl of crystallized aggravation. Then he untensed. He turned in place, placed his hands on the floor to steady himself, and lifted his lithe spotty tail. Smug smile plastered across his snout the pig bent to pat the furred rump in front of him, then grabbed a glute in each hand to pull them apart and look at the dainty puckered hole between them. He lasciviously slurped his index and middle fingers into his mouth, reluctantly releasing one muscled cheek to do so. Then, he pressed the middle digit, glistening with spit, against and into the cat’s anus. Charlie gritted his teeth, sharply sucking in air in response. He’d never taken anything back there before (one of his own fingertips as part of a brief experiment in his teens didn’t count), so the feeling of being stretched like this was alien. "Yer a real tight kitty." Wedge complimented him. He had some difficulty trying to press the second finger in as well, prodding around the ring of muscle… and gave up on that. His porcine pecker wasn’t that thick anyway. It'd be fine. He settled for swirling the single digit around for a while and listening to Charlie mewl from sensory confusion. Then he pulled back out, the tight ass letting go reluctantly. With surprising accuracy he spat on the clenching pucker. Charlie shivered in response to the warm splatter. “… Can we just get this over with, Wedge?” "Kitty likes it fast, kitty gets it fast." Wedge obliged, gripping his spindly penis and pressing the tip against the cat's virgin pucker. He speared in abruptly, two inches of twisted maleness snaking in all at once and making Charlie yelp in surprise. The shape gave the penetration a weird, slithery quality that rubbed circularly around as the angle changed against the cat's sphincter. With the cheetah’s entrance clenching involuntarily around him, Wedge wasted no time wedging himself deeper in. As thin as it was his cock fit tightly into Charlie's spotty ass, internal muscles unsure what to do with the intruder. "Try to relax, kitty." Shivering and gritting his teeth, Charlie took a deep breath and tried his hardest to comply. His tail went limp and he slumped forward against the wall. His insides didn’t succeed nearly as well. If anything, the hog was glad Charlie wasn't very good at relaxing. Those insides fluttered around his irregularly shaped maleness, which pressed in and in until Wedge's balls came to rest against the smaller feline pair. Skin to fur, they could both feel the enormous spurt of pre he let loose into those writhing innards. He reached around with his hand, pressing still-damp fingers to the cheetah's lips. "Good kitty. Suck on these, give yerself something to concentrate on." After hesitating for a moment, Charlie exhaled through his nose, before opening his mouth to allow the digits to enter. Not a moment later he was suckling on them, fangs brushing against the hog’s skin. With his pussy cooperating, Wedge idly fingerfucked the cheetah's mouth with the hand that had so recently been used to open up his previously unused ass. He started moving, pulling out to drag pink coils against the walls. His slender cockflesh rippled over the sensitive inner walls by virtue of its shape, bumping with each loop against the cat's prostate... Until he thrust back in and flickered over that sensitive spot too rapidly for the cheetah to feel each contact as an individual sensation. And started all over again. Alas, poor Charlie, his every attempt to relax as Wedge had suggested fell apart under the sensation. He couldn’t help but clamp down every time as the [i]bip-bip-bip-bip[/i] of Wedge pulling out became the [i]bzzzzz[/i] of Wedge thrusting back in all at once. "Damn you got a fine ass, pussy cat." Grunted the hog. He was thrusting hard and bottoming out each time, with his very tip prodding here and there inside, occasionally hooking at the bend that led deeper in. Charlie was tight around him, a lovely friction that was eased to a slimy slithery mess of warm bliss by the generous dollops of pre he was leaking into the pulsing butt. He let most of his considerable weight come to rest on the cat's back so he could reach around, groping for and finding the textured conical pecker between his lay's legs. Charlie groaned, the sudden weight catching him off guard. He might have tried to adjust his position to hold up better, but then Wedge grabbed his dick. The abrupt, pleasant pressure caught him off guard and made him lose his focus. Wedge’s next thrust carried him further forward than expected when the cheetah’s arms slid out from under him. Gradually enough, thank goodness, that the trip from all fours to face-down-ass-up didn’t lose Charlie any teeth (or Wedge any fingers). It changed their angle though, enough to put even more pressure against the feline p-spot. The hog barely broke stride, going back to pounding their hips together in a way that battered Charlie’s taint with his sweaty ballsack and roughly stroking the cheetah’s penis as he went. "Hope yer ready fer that cream, cat." Wedge grunted, hips violently pounding against Charlie's rear in shallow jerks. He felt his scrotum pulling tighter. Preparing to unload. In his hand the cat-cock twitched with each new penetration. Charlie squeezed his eyes shut and sucked harder on Wedge’s fingers, trying to prepare himself mentally as well as he could. He didn’t have long. A sharp porcine squeal of bliss signaled Wedge reaching his peak. Deep inside him a pulse sent the first wave of pig cum into Charlie's ass. He managed a few twitchy half-thrusts before he could no longer bear to pull back out, slender cock remaining embedded in the cat and pumping milliliter after milliliter of semen in. And in. And in... Five jets, six, and he kept going. So did the reacharound. Charlie couldn’t keep his moans quiet as he began to cum as well, spraying semen all over the tile floor. "Good kitty." Wedge flicked aside some of the cat's ejaculation, wiping off his hand on Charlie's belly fur. He was still cumming in the cheetah's rear, though he was slowing down. He gave a few languid half thrusts, enduring the agonizing overstimulated pleasure of the gooey friction to hear Charlie mewl from the bumps against his abused prostate. His other hand pulled itself from the feline mouth, trailing strands of saliva. Now that his own moment on cloud nine was over, Charlie had a chance to catch up with events and was surprised to find he could still feel the flow of jizz inside him. Amazing… until he remembered he was deeply annoyed at having to bottom, and screwed his face into a moue of irritation. The hog's cock retracted slowly, spurts becoming staggered and irregular. One last long thick stream saw him out, pulling back into the sheath that was kissing the cat's rear and oozing reluctantly into the fur of the feline's buns. A strand of it trailed between them when Wedge pressed himself up, settling back onto his knees to enjoy the sight of Charlie’s creamed, trembling ass. The cheetah remained posed like that for a long while, shivering in the aftermath of orgasm, before he managed to form words. “Wedge… do you…?” "Always cum that little?" Wedge said through a self-satisfied leer. "I guess I'm having an off day." This stunned Charlie silent for a moment. He growled, turned his head on flexible vertebrae to glare back at the boar. “You’re [i]real[/i] lucky that didn’t turn out differently, you know that?” "Ain't luck if you can't keep up." The hog came up to one knee, then upright. His balls wobbled from side to side, still heavy despite the recent release. "I’m up for a rematch any day, kitty." “That’s not what I meant, you ass. Do you have any idea how-” The cheetah raised a hand to the wall, intending to brace himself on his way up. Only ‘intending’; his rant was cut short by a sharp flare in his knee and he collapsed back to the floor, hissing and clutching at his leg. Wedge might be an asshole (he would, and had, happily admit as much with a smile) but pretty much everyone will make a reflexive reach to catch someone who's obviously hurt. He stumbled a little in Charlie’s direction. "What's wrong?" “Gaah.” Having rolled onto his side, Charlie was trying to massage away the pain in his joint. It must not have been working, because he snapped back venomously. “I knew it! You put all your weight on me and made me pull a tendon or something.” "Oh. Shit." Wedge offered a hand up. "I c'n help you get cleaned up and home." The cheetah stared at the offered hand for a second. He groaned in resignation, begrudgingly taking the help up. Even with assistance he barely kept his balance. “…We’re both lucky it’s not worse, you know. My bones aren’t made for holding up your fat ass.” "Yeah." Wedge guided the surly cheetah under the showerhead, flicked on the warm water knob. "Be embarrassing to explain to the ER. Guess you'll have to ride me instead next time." They let the water run down his body in silence, barely making a dent the cumstains in his belly fur while Hedge’s jizz joined the flow down his inner legs. After a moment Charlie’s lips quirked upward. Just for an instant. “I [i]might[/i] be up for a rematch, once I heal up. Asshat.” When the two came out of the stall, dripping wet from the water, feline supported at the shoulder by the pig, the goat from earlier was still out there. He stared at them the entire way past, trying hard to cover up the tent in the towel wrapped around his waist. Charlie, remembering that sharp squeal and still feeling the cum sloshing around inside him, blushed hot and looked the other way. He didn't see the hog tip an imaginary hat to their listener. [center]The End[/center]