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The decline in the humble throng of suburbia was something Kas was very interested in. He strode with orange shopping bags swinging at his sides; swaying in exaggerated movements from his arms. He observed the houses in contemplative awe because these weren't the large ranch houses or 'McMansions' he was presently accustomed to. This was nostalgic to him -- growing up in conditions similar to these way back in his homeland.
The people in these homes worked paycheck to paycheck and shopped at big box chains like Y-Mart. They didn't have weekend maids or the luxury of a game room and extensively sizable dining rooms. These houses seldom had a soul in the afternoon. With the kiddies out playing and the fathers at work, the daytime belonged to bored housewives; watching television and tending daily chores.
The thing that interested Kas the most was that few of the houses were cohesive with the others. It was as if different lots with different budgets had sprung up and that's what made suburbia. Kas was specifically fascinated by the more decrepit lots. A few of the houses had slipped into a poor state with time and lack of repair and that was his favorite thing to see, weirdly enough.
Kas sucked a lollipop in his mouth; slipping it from cheek to cheek as he walked a nearly empty street. Seldom a car would pass. The weather was nice enough for walking and he found that the further he strode toward the train tracks the more forlorn and poor the housing became. There was a wealth of apartments along many of the roads and he looked down each of them. He wouldn't mind staying in one of these places because it kind of reminded him of how most of his childhood was -- especially seeing the little wolf boy with his friends riding bikes and shooting cap guns at each other. He used to loooove cap guns.
Kas, however, was on a mission and tried to not let his mind wander too much on fancies. Near the tracks, things looked even more rundown. These homes were on large dirt lots, weeds overtook many front lawns while pitiful chain-link fences looked like they were just about ready to evaporate with rust. He tightened his grip on his bags and turned to walk down the driveway of his female opossum friend's house.
The opossum's home had clearly been desirable decades before: it had at least three bedrooms, a two car garage and a large plot of land. Now it was pitiful: 2 dead vehicles in the driveway, discarded work out equipment in the lawn and a pile of mechanical salvage all strewn about the yard. The house itself was no longer a prize. A few windows were cracked, most of the wood paneling had become rotten, and a noticeable number of tiles from the rooftop were either missing or broken.
"Oh Zara," Kas muttered to himself; referring to the friend he was visiting. "What happened here?" he approached a recently shattered window near the front door and stuck his face through the gaping hole in her house's defenses. "Rob, rob, rob." he whispered to himself playfully as he pretended to grab the books lying on the other side of the wall.
Zara clearly hadn't gone to her customary method of dealing with broken things yet: Put something in front of said broken thing. There will probably be a bookcase covering the opening the broken window gives. Oh well.
Zara lived with her uncle who was a semi-illiterate, portly mechanic -- and two male cousins who were a pair of goofy stoner juggalos.
The porch stunk of tobacco and weed and Kas exhaled; knocking on the door.
No answer.
He knocked again and, as per protocol, finally let himself in. Somewhere deep in the house, he could hear the cousins playing their... whatever game console they had and chortling up a "bro" storm. Kas heard the words "cunt, dude and 'sheeiiit'" more times in those few moments than he had in a year.
Kas looked around... now on a different planet, it seemed. On one side of the hall was a sitting room piled high with junk, trash and papers all scattered about. On the other side was a kitchen which also held a plethora of random junk. He specifically noted the off-brand protein powder lingering on the table, and was amused thinking about the rail thin cousins and their perpetual struggle to get 'swole'.
He crept up the stairs as he had dozens of times before; hitting all the same creaks and sighs and walked into the second floor's hall. There were two rooms on either side and a bathroom. Kas was aware that the brothers had one room and the other was an untouched sewing room that had belonged to Zara's late aunt. The mechanic slept downstairs.
Kas reached up and pulled down the attic rope that opened the extra pair of stairs; leading into the attic. This was Zara's kingdom. The attic was much cleaner than the rest of the house and, near the only window, was Zara's bed with her still firmly planted on it... well... more just flat on her face on it. It was a lonely mattress but Kas looked upon it like it was the most comfortable thing he had ever seen, not just because he bought it for her to help with her random aches and pains, but because it was one of those special conforming mattresses.
Kas set his bags beside the mattress and crawled on top of Zara's back; putting his knees on either side of her voluptuous hips. He smiled widely and whispered: "Z... Z... Hey, Z!" He slid his own hips, rocking, causing her body to jostle slightly. "Z, wake up before I molest you."
For some reason -- every time he said that, she was jolted out of her dreams in panic. Kas wondered if she was actually having a bad dream or if the thought of him molesting her was really that scary.
"Hiiii!" he chirped and smiled. "Yeesh, you need to wake up earlier! It's like ... 7:30 in the morning."
"Kas... uuugh." Zara groaned and stretched with Kas stubbornly keeping his weight on her backside. "Could you not sit on me, please?"
"But sweetie, I need to make sure you're fully awake!" he retorted as he poked along her back up to her neck as if he were roughly typing on a keyboard.
Zara shuddered as he did this; a little surprised at the random 'massage' but it was enough for her to fall right back asleep.
Immediately her snores started and Kas rolled his eyes. "Unbelievable." he roughly gripped the elastic of her pajama pants and leaned in close to her twitching ears. "Wake back up before I use you to become bi." he menacingly whispered with a playfully devious smile.
"I don't get it..." she weakly mumbled with her voice muffled by her pillow. "...let me sleep a little longerrrrr."
He slipped his fingers into the brim of her pajamas and wiggled them around. "Come oooon. We need to get going. It's either you get up right now or I do horribly anti-gay things to you."
"I didn't get any sleep last night... kill yourself." Zara complained as she tried to slap Kas with a flick of her tail. He barely avoided it and forced her tail into submission with his left hand. It still weakly and effortlessly wiggled around in an attempt to do... anything.
With the lollipop's handle still jutting out of his mouth, Kas forcefully yanked Zara's pajama pants down; revealing her bare backside. "Be careful. I know how to top now."
"Liaaaaar..." she groaned. "...you've never topped anything besides an ice cream sundae. You're all hollow threats and either way..." she gave a disapproving head shake as she still lazily lie face-first on her pillow. "...not man enough for me."
"Which is exactly why..." he pretended to unzip his shorts to, perhaps, make her believe he was actually going to go through with it. "...you should get up now." he took his thumb and gently poked at her backside with sent her into a spazzy frenzy in which she flipped herself around to see that Kas' shorts were still on and his pistol was still... sheathed.
Kas burst into laughter and rolled off the mattress with his tail joyously fluttering about. "You cunt." Zara growled and squeezed at her temples. "Why don't you ever use your creepy rape-threats on Vera and leave me out of it?"
"But I do~" he rolled himself back upright and sat cross-legged on the wooden floor. "Except I actually fuck Vera." he glanced up at the low ceiling with a contemplative look.
"WHAT?" Zara choked on her own spit. "EXCUSE M--" she stopped herself when she detected Kas' shit-eating grin forming all over his smug face. "Oh." Zara sighed. "Jeez, you almost gave me a heart attack."
"What? Why?" Kas snickered.
"You and Vera? Ewwwww." Zara stuck a finger in her mouth and gagged. "If you ever randomly become bi, you'd better pick someone who doesn't have dents for an ass."
"Be nice." Kas sighed. "And don't woorrryyyy... you'd be my first go-to for experimentation."
"That's ri-- wait, wha?" Zara quickly pulled up her pants in response as she suddenly felt like he was actually eyeing her. "Don't make promises you can't keep, Kassidy." Zara played along with the feminine variant of his name.
Kas wiggled his eyebrows at her and spoke with an exaggerated lisp. "I keep all of my promises, bae."
"Says the guy who isn't even aroused." she fired back.
"I am!" he defended himself matter-of-factly. "But that's not the point!"
"Oh? What is the point?"
"I noticed something." Kas stuck his tongue out.
"...what would that be?" she was afraid he was going to make fun of a mole she had on her backside or something.
"You freaked out when you thought I was actually going to have sex with you." Kas spoke in a condescending tone. "Is there something different about me than the other army of guys you've allegedly been with or are you not the sexual dynamo that you claim to be?"
"One. Again with the old-man terms. Two. What? Three. Super AIDS."
"So you could alleeeegeeeedly handle three guys at once in a locker room but little old Kas-penis is too much?" disregarding her AIDS comment; he wagged his tail in joy as if he just solved a murder mystery.
"Just because you've never seen me do any of that stuff doesn't mean it's not true." she calmly defended herself although she did feel like was caught red-handed. "Shush your face." her blush slowly intensified.
"How many casual sex things did you actually do, Z?" he leaned in. "Were they dumb and bad? Was your first time with Tyler Dane?"
"THAT MOUTH-BREATHER? FUCK YOU! I've fucked like a bunch of guys! Football players and shit." she tried to maintain her impressive repertoire of not being as prudey as she really was. "And that's not including their girlfriends too, so..." she stuck her tongue out to mock Kas.
"Mmhmm." Kas quickly unzipped his shorts and actually stuck his hand within the open flap.
"Oh god!" Zara covered her eyes with her face becoming as red as a tomato. "Stop, that's gross!"
"A bunch of guys, huh?" Kas was, once again, horsing around; snickering as he showed off how little she could still see of his package. "Oh man. All this time and I thought you were so much more experienced than me." Kas 'tsked' at her. "Would you happen to be a... virgi--"
Zara sprung at the jackal; grabbing him by the shoulders and attempted to shove him flat on the floor. Kas immediately retaliated and, even with his little scrawny arms, he was able to prove a match for Zara in their spontaneous little wrestling bout. They knocked each other around the room. Surely, Zara's cousins assumed that something a lot less innocent was going on up in the attic.
Somehow Zara's button-up top became unbuttoned with a distinct lack of a bra and Kas' shorts were unzipped and nudged down a bit as they rolled around the mattress and nearly knocked over all of the contents on Zara's nightstand. When they finally ran out of steam, they sat; huffing intensely with Kas reigning victorious. Zara was pinned flat on her back, dead-center on her mattress.
With their faces inches away from each other and the sound of their panting being the only residual noise left -- they stared into each others' eyes and, to the untrained eye, it looked like they were about to bang or something. Her bare chest was revealed, one of Kas' hands were just inches away from groping them, his shorts were unbuttoned and his half-erected cock slightly poked its head from the opening. Their lips were only a finger's length away from one anothers'... but they ended up falling into a giggle-fit as Kas rolled off of her, hid his shame and she gave him a playful punch to the shoulder.
"No, but really, I've fucked a bunch of guys." Zara reiterated with no authority to her statement.
"Okay, sweetie." Kas chuckled with a slight shake of his head. They lied in relative silence for a few moments until... "Stuff!" Kas exclaimed as he sprung to life; finally revealed the contents of his orange shopping bags to his opossum friend. "It's stuff I got for that concert we have to go to."
"Huh...?" Zara groaned. "...I thought I told you that I didn't want to go."
"But--" his ears drooped.
"Besides -- you said it yourself: you don't even like this band!" she bumped the back of her hand against his chest. "The food is going to suck, no parking, thousands of poser kids -- preteens and shit -- and their music just suuuuuuuucks."
"But CyanButton has that... one song." he could barely defend them, after all, she was right. "...but the tickets are free, remember? My dad would probably be sad because I think she went through a lot of trouble to get this shit for us."
"Your dad is a freak." Zara punctuated her sentence by folding her arms. "Uuuugh... I suppose you expect me to drive."
"You're Ms. Has-a-License." he cooed at her. "So yes, but, don't you complain. I'm Mr. Pays-for-Gas, remember?"
"Kaaaas... pleaaaase... I really don't want to go." Zara covered her face with her palms and sighed. "I'm not even faking it. I just really want to sleep right now."
"I knooow... I know, sweetie." he condescendingly scritched at her chin and blew a kiss at her. He then finally revealed the contents of his shopping bag. "It's that top you've been dying to geeeeeet."
It was a simple article of clothing -- not much of a special logo on the front but there was something about the simplistic cut and design was enough for her to rave about it. Sadly, however, when she came to get it herself, the store didn't have it in her size.
"Oh god!" she jumped to her feet. "When did you get this?"
"The better question is... how." Kas smirked. "...I say this because I wanted you to say 'how' did you get this so I could say 'I have connections' but you messed it u-- anyways! I just went to the record store and it was restocked. So, now that I've shown you such amazing kindness, you have to return the favor."
"How...?" Zara sort of thought this was going in a different direction.
"By driving us to the concert!" Kas spread-eagled his arms out with a large, goofy grin.
"Fiiiine, fiiiine, you win." Zara excitedly tore off her pajama top, picked up a bra and changed. She did look pretty good with it, at least Kas thought. "How does it look?" she inquired.
"I'd bang you." Kas wagged his tail.
"Oh my god, shut up."
~~
They both felt odd and disconnected with large shows of any kind: the vibe wasn't punk rock. They didn't enjoy massive theaters, labyrinthine parking lots or shit shows that played like a crappy best-ofs.
Kas immediately felt remorse as he didn't want to be here either but dammit he had to do it because of all the trouble his dad went through. Plus, these acts of kindness were so rare from his somewhat emotionally disconnected dad so this was something Kas couldn't pass up.
The parking lot was absolutely cluttered with people. Zombies and tweens flocked from car to car on hype as people sold shitty bootlegs and homemade shirts. A few nobody-bands drifted around offering demos and shilling for smaller shows later on.
"Ugh." Zara sighed; parking near a wall of palm trees that hid the arena the show would be played in from the otherwise clusterfuck of downtown.
They decided to circumvent the circus of people and cruise around the side of the stadium. Crew guys lugged in equipment from the side -- not sexy things like guitars though... just mundane speakers and last minute chunks of the stage. Kas and Zara had forgotten about this band's sudden fervor for a big theatrical show that required a stupid amount of stage.
Eventually they came across two very young almost-teens pleading with a gross pudgy thug-looking road hand. He was a boar and, at best, apathetic towards their plight.
"We have to meet the band!" one girl stammered out in an odd way. The other nodded frantically.
Kas felt a sudden punch of sadness as he watched these desperate girls try to bribe their way in with pleas for mercy. He was so distracted that he ended up stopping in mid-step which resulted in Zara bumping against him from behind. "Uuuh... Kas. Move your fatass."
"Wait a sec." Kas said in a hushed tone. "I wanna see if that guy will let them in."
"Well, I--" Zara started.
"Hey kids!" A large lion called out. He, too, was pudgy and greasy-looking. What was it with road guys and being gross? "Wanna gives us a hands?" The lion grunted; wiping his nose with the back of his palm. Kas saw a bit of an opportunity arise. "We're shorthanded and if yous two can lug a few things on stage -- we'd be mighty grateful."
"Heh... no thanks, you guys should be fine." Zara raised and eyebrow.
"Nah a bunch of guys got da burrito-sick and we are stupid back-scheduled."
"Whoa, wait a second Zara!" Kas tapped his chin and approached the road guy. "If we help you -- could we get some tickets for those two kids over there?" he pointed at the still-negotiating girls and the bored/uninterested boar.
"Yous two help us out and sure why'd da fuck not." the lion croaked and fished in his pocket for lanyards. "I gots six."
"4 are fine, thank you" Kas giggled and smiled.
"Or we can take all six and sell two." Zara added not caring that the lion was standing right there.
After half an hour of work, the two girls were given some backstage passes along with Kas and Zara; the jackal couldn't help but feel like he had done his good deed for the day -- until Zara roughly questioned him about it.
"That was a weird stroke of kindness." she stated insultingly as she lit a cigarette. "Plus, I really really hate the way you talk to people younger than you. You belong in a daycare."
"What do you mean?" Kas clutched a small bag of RedVines that he snagged from one of the stage hands.
"They're like 4 to 5 years younger than you and you're cooing at them like they're 3 years old." she stuck the cigarette in her mouth and puffed. "You fucking freak."
"I wasn't trying to be condescending," as Kas mockingly stuck a string of licorice in his mouth halfway; emulating Zara's cigarette.
"Ooh, I get it now." Zara blew smoke in Kas' face and he recoiled; turning his body away and coughing. "You're just into little girls now."
"Why do you feel the need to call everyone a pedophile?" Kas snarled back at her.
"Either way. Yeah. Why did you go through the trouble to do all of this?" she leaned against the grimy brick wall and immediately backed off when she felt something stick to her fur. "It was a pain in the ass."
"Well," Kas started; somewhat distracted by the monstrous flood of people filling the arena. "Two reasons, really. One, I wanted to help those kids out because that shit used to happen to me all the time."
"And two?" Zara asked.
"Weeeell... I dunno. I am one to seize opportunities." he chuckled and snapped his non-existent suspenders. "I think it'd be fun to meet this band -- plus it might even be good for our band."
"I guess."
"Plus, I always have good luck when meeting band members -- shit's super fun. Though, if I'm wrong and they're assholes, think about how much fun it'll be to tell them how much they suck. We'll be like vocal terrorists!"
Zara thought about it for a moment and burst into a fit of snickers. "Actually, yeah, that sounds really fun. I hope they're dicks." she flicked her cigarette away and stomped on it as they both headed inside the arena through the back entrance.
~~
Kas and Zara awkwardly shuffled backstage. The show was over. What a cheese-wreck.
Oh well, the tune of free food and stuff was too sweet to pass up and Kas personally liked the idea of catching the eye of some hunk, so it didn't effect him how much Zara dug in her heels.
"Oh my fucking god, can we go now?" Zara whined. "That sucked super hard."
"Come on, we lifted shit with smelly stage hands for 30 minutes -- we might as well actually meet the band." Kas waved her complaints away. "Besides, look over there! There's a guy giving away free T-shirts!"
"Fine, we'll stay for some swag."
"I saw some guy loading chocolates and other sweets earlier too so..." Kas rubbed his palms together greedily. "...that'll be awesome."
~~
After quickly loading Zara's car full of the clothes and miscellaneous junk they swiped, they returned to the backstage area. The first member of the band they happened upon was the singer who was a tall, slender rabbit. He had black hair with red streaks in the shape of devil horns and this huge fucking coat that drug along the ground. While on stage he seemed charismatic and passionate... but here he was cold and indifferent. He looked at Kas and Zara the same way someone would look at shoes in a garage sale. He could barely be bothered with greeting them before he was ushered mercifully off into a press room for some candid interviews. What a jackass.
"See ya, shit-lord." Zara called out to him before he was out of sight.
The bass player, rhythm guitarist, and drummer were no different as they shimmed around; talking to a few fans but also felt indifferent and distracted. The drummer apologetically exclaimed he was beaten down from the show, but from where Kas sat, he saw that the drums were padded and triggered to holy hell. You could tap the surface and create an explosive drum solo. Fuck em.
Either way, the band was a novelty at best. They had two 'dueling' lead guitars: some skunk and his sister who meticulously took turns going head to head shredding. Everything else was barely worth mentioning.
Kas and Zara ditched the press and fans and explored. Backstages of arenas were weird. It was like walking inside an office building made of bricks, random doors with paper signs and wide hallways for equipment transfers, but where was the sexiness and rock stardom? They had just watch a band "blow the lid off of Cantebury Arena" and yet backstage was as bland and energy-free as a yarn shop.
Kas swiftly found the craft service table and Zara followed suit. They ate and ate, and laughed about what a hoax the show was. The unattended craft table served as a great place for them to sit and vent about the woes of their day coupled with Zara bitching at Kas for how much of an asshole he was for dragging her out of bed during her undisclosed and amazing sex dream.
"You know what the worst part is?" Zara wagged her fingers without direction. "This band is a novelty. Seriously. Two lead guitar players and they can't even fucking play better than us and here they are up there while we're still stuck in my garage."
"It was really that bad, eh?" a voice chuckled behind them.
They turned and saw the skunk lead guitarist approach. He was still panting with exhaustion from the show it seemed but he was obviously a good sport about the teenagers' ribbing. It was humbling to see him walking without an entourage. That was the first thing Kas latched on to which also led him to furiously apologize for being so rude as Zara scoffed.
"Ah, it's fine." the skunk sat down with them and fished a piece of pie from the table -- one that Zara was actually just about to swipe for. "Honesty is fine. You two are pretty nice-looking for coming to watch my band play; normally we just get a bunch of kids."
"Well, you guys are a tween band." Zara was still slightly disappointed at losing the last piece of pie from that table. "So. Demographics."
"Please excuse her!" Kas tried his best to stay a peacekeeper as he felt like Zara and skunkman over here were going to get in a fight. "She's always on her period."
"Kill yourself." Zara's gaze pierced his soul.
"Ahhh, it's fine." the skunk waved it off. "That attitude is hot anyways." he didn't follow the comment up with anything but just searched around for something as a slight blush slowly crept upon Zara's cheeks. "Why the fuck don't they ever have Ink-Dew at these stands? Uugh. You guys wanna go to my tour bus? You seem pretty cool and all." he finished his last bit of pie.
"Whoa, uhh..." Zara stuttered.
"Sure!" Kas slowly turned to Zara with a creeping smile. "We'd love to!"
~~
They had introduced themselves to each other and revealed that the skunk's name was Marcus.
His private tour bus was amazing and it seemed to be one of the best benefits of being a hack sellout. There were video games, flat screen TVs, a mini bar and the works; he had a whole tour bus just for him... and his sister whom the teens didn't see. Kas was beyond impressed.
"This is awesome!" Kas giggled; instantly jumping over to the immediate couch in front of them and spread-eagle-stretching as if he were about to take a nap.
"Well, I gotta live here with my little sister about 6 months out of the year... all this damn touring." Marcus' tone was a little dismissive and he kept his eyes on Zara, who clearly wanted to leave, she sneered as she looked around.
"This place is okay, I guess." She walked in much more apprehensively than her jackal companion and cautiously looked around. Her body language suggested that everything around her was electric. Kas noticed her timidity and nudged Marcus with a snickering point. Marcus rubbed his chin inquisitively. "Kinda kitschy though." Zara finally added with a scrunch of her nose.
"So, Kas," Marcus took Kas' very subtle hint -- and/or assumed he knew what the hint was. He pointed at the mini-fridge a bit to Kas' left. "There's a bunch of snacks in there if you want so go ahead and get comfy. I wanted to show Zara something funny in the back."
"Wait, wha?" Zara jolted backwards in fear. "In the back, wha?"
"No worries." Marcus very gently wrapped his left arm around her shoulder. "There's a fun thing in the back room -- I think you'd like it is all."
Zara glanced at Kas who had a shit-eating grin plastered all over his face. "Go ahead, babe!" Kas stuck his tongue out and shrugged. "Hey Marcus, can I have a soda?"
"Mi casa es su casa." he said as he slightly squeezed Zara closer to him and, finally, she started to understand what was subtly going on. She became a little antsy as she wasn't really prepared for any of this. Part of her was searching for an 'escape' button as she fiddled with her shirt -- but there was a raging side of her that said this was a good thing! This kind of rushed rock-star scenario never happened to her and, as much as she boasted about it, she was definitely not the groupie she purported to be.
Zara's tail once again betrayed her mood as it thrashed about in random directions and almost slapped a cup off of a counter. "Muy apreciado!" Kas giggled and darted to the mini-fridge with his peripherals locking on to his opossum friend. He always knew she had a hard time getting guys -- so what better way to help her out than by being a sort of wing-man for her?
Either way, this mini-fridge was the jackpot! It was junk food central; so even if this ended poorly with Zara slapping Marcus in the face, at least he'd be able to get several hundred calories straight to his tiny waistline.
Zara looked uncomfortable as she prematurely knew that this wasn't going to be the clumsy teenage fondling and 3 second ejaculation marathon all over her chest she had experienced in the past. Though, her lack of self-esteem in her body took a turn for the better as the guy with his arm around her shoulders was... really really hot. Even though he sucked at his craft. They disappeared behind a curtain into the back room as Kas shrugged and turned on the TV.
Within a few minutes, Kas could hear the rumble of Marcus' voice seemingly giving off instructions and the rustling of clothing.
Oh my.
He joyously turned down the TV which was playing whatever the fuck show and blushed; prone-crawling toward the curtain slowly from the couch.
Kas actually wasn't 100% sure this would go well because he didn't know how Zara typically operated with circumstances like these. After all, all of her sexual exploits were hearsay. He took a position with his back against the wall overlooking the curtains; scrunched in the tiny hallway as he could now start to hear low moaning accompanied by slight intervals of quick panting.
"You weird-ass peeping tom!" Kas' subconscious screamed at him but the devil-horned side of him slapped his good side with a fly swatter.
The moment he drew back the curtains ever so slightly to see what was happening was the moment Zara had clumsily slid a condom over Marcus' dick. The room casted quite the ominous red glow over the two... ominous or sexually stimulating; he couldn't quite tell which.
"Whooooa." Kas nearly choked on his own spit as he immediately flipped himself around and returned to the couch with a slight smirk. "Hah! I'm the best love-matcher person, apparently." his heart was still beating hard from that few seconds of voyeurism but he was glad that his friend was getting something.
He sat on the couch and stared, dead-eyed, at the TV and whatever was playing. He wasn't really paying attention because the only thing that kept creeping into his mind was the image of Zara's clumsy condom-rolling skills. He squirmed a little because he wanted to see where they were now after like... what... one minute? Perhaps they were already fucking?
Kas sat up but froze with indecision. "Ahhh, shit. What if they actually catch me this time?" that thought sent his butt right back on the couch. "I wouldn't want to ruin it for Zara."
He was curious at the boner slowly growing in his peripheral view. "What the fuck." he thought as the concept of straight sex shouldn't really do anything for him. Perhaps it was just the voyeurism. He got back up just to sit back down once again as his mind raced through hundred of possible outcomes to his peeping ways. Most of them were bad.
Suddenly, from the other room, Kas could hear a loud feminine moan along with the very faint sound of the mattress springs squeaking in repetition. Kas was so focused on them that he didn't even notice they were even on a bed. They might as well have been floating in negative space for all he knew.
Zara sounded like she was crying and squeaking and the guy was letting low breathy moans. Kas was becoming amazingly aroused at the thought and what could possibly be going on in there but it filled him with puzzling feelings.
He listened on and, finally, after his boner felt like it could chisel mountains, he decided to go and peep one more time even with his subconscious roaring at him to sit his ass back down. The sounds of moans and creaking intensified as he crept as quietly as... well... a jackal hunting its prey as he returned to his familiar scrunched up position near the curtain into the back room. He took a deep breath, held it there, exhaled and quickly peeked to see Zara riding this guy like a cowgirl.
Yikes! Kas could see everything from his position: Marcus' hands tightly squeezing at her backside and guiding her hips in an inexperienced rolling fashion, the light blue condom wrapped around Marcus' member vanishing and reappearing with every bed creak, and he could almost feel Zara's vulnerability which was solidified when she shook; quietly asking "Am I doing this... decently?" Oh no. That cute little innocent butt he was toying with earlier that day is actually getting fucked right now. It was as if Kas felt accomplished for her.
So absorbed was he that the passage of time became foreign to him for these brief moments. He could not tell if he had been watching for 5 minutes or 5 hours but he knew that it might have been a bit too long when he saw Zara tire out and fall over; out of breath. The moment they started to shift is when Kas jettisoned himself back to the couch as if he were completely ignorant to the situation at hand.
He scrambled for his soda can and fumbled for the remote control as his heart pounded and his shaft ached for release. Even though he had not been a part of the 'festivities', he felt like Zara: out of breath and exhausted. The sounds had completely died out back there and things had fallen into an eerie silence.
Kas could not help but feel like Marcus heard his desperate dive back to the couch so he started to quickly rehearse an excuse for himself. "Oh yeah! That noise I made? Yeah I almost... uuh... earthquake."
Kas' heart sunk and he turned as white as a ghost as he heard someone pull the curtains out of the way and step out of the back room. The jackal kept his attention on the TV -- straight ahead as if a drill instructor had just entered the room. He gulped as he heard, what must have been Marcus, go straight for the mini-fridge and pull out some beer. Kas could not bear to look for fear of being turned to stone.
"Yo." Marcus called.
"Y-yes?!" Kas' nervousness was apparent.
"I kinda figured you were going to join, dude." the guy chuckled. As Kas finally made eye contact with Marcus, his gaze immediately went south as he realized that the skunk had no pants on... or boxers. "Dunno if you wanted a turn with your girl or whatever." he snapped the top off of the beer bottle and took a few chugs.
"Uuuh... ehehe..." Kas shivered and gulped. "...Well, uh... you see... bro... I was just looking out for my friend there, you know? Plus, uhh... I wouldn't want to block you... and all."
"Block? Aww come on, come on in -- I'm sure she'd want some of you too." Marcus plopped down on the couch next to Kas and looked him in the eyes as if he were about to make a business proposal. "Dat ass on her, man."
"Most certainly." Kas shivered in awkward response. "...dat ass."
Without warning, Marcus quickly began to unzip Kas' fly. "Let's get you warmed up then, dude!"
"WELL, THIS IS NEW." Kas froze as he didn't know how to respond to an outwardly bisexual advance from a rock star. "Y-YOU KNOW IT'S SUPER LATE AND UUUH... LOTS OF CANDY IN ME, HAAAHA." he awkwardly adjusted his striped arm-warmers.
"Pshaw, what kind of sex drive is that?" Marcus tugged on Kas' shorts. "Why the hesitation, bro?"
"YOU KNOW I'M NOT ACTUALLY INTO GUYS." Kas blurted out without thinking despite his cock shooting upwards like a rocket as it was finally unleashed from his opened fly. "SO GO AHEAD AND KEEP DOING WHAT YOU'RE DOING WITH ZARA, KAAAY? HAAAH." Kas' face had lost all of its color... besides bright red.
Frankly, Kas wasn't quite sure how he even ended up in the bedroom with Marcus and Zara but whatever. Marcus seemed to have figured out Kas' 'gay ways' and Kas certainly wasn't going to protest anymore. The skunk energetically switched between Kas and Zara with an impressive display of stamina; taking both of them as they were on all fours.
The jackal boy wasn't quite sure how to express himself while waiting his turn again. As he watched her nudged forward and back as she tried to keep her balance on her knees, Kas would snicker at her which subsequently led to her slapping him on the shoulder. There was something really hot about seeing her boobs bounce around though, Kas admitted to no one.
"Do anal!" Kas quirkily suggested which led to another slap from Zara.
"You. Murdered. With chainsaw..." she weakly protested between pants.
Oh well. It ended up happening anyways... on top of Kas, nonetheless. Kas was weirdly pleased watching Zara's face contort in pleasure and discomfort so indecisively.
This whole thing was definitely an... 'enlightening' experience. Kas sort of thought Zara was legitimately hot even if he would constantly joke around about it in the past.
...No one must ever know. Not even if the night ended with both of them sucking Marcus off so close to one-another. No one must ever know... how close he got to actually doing what Marcus initially suggested and taking her from behind. That genuine moment almost arrived when Marcus had finished on Kas' face for, presumptuously, the last time. Kas had reached a state of arousal that he would actually get up and mount his opossum friend when a heavenly voice called from behind this threesome: "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS DOING?"
It was Marcus' little sister. Woops.