[b]Fishy Kiss[/b]


A bit awkwardly Oscar rested on his bed, pushed to the very edge of it, with his hands folded on his belly. He was tapping his thumb, looking this way and that, while the cheetah laying next to him fumbled with his phone. He'd do this occasionally, crash on his roommate's bed. Not out of affection, mind you, he was merely trying to get on the otter's nerves by casually and suggestively invading his personal space. It worked, to some part at least. Having your study buddy snuggle up to you like this out of nowhere certainly was a bit... perplexing. Even though this was hardly the worst prank Jesse ever pulled on him. This level of intimacy, however, was also doing something else for the short otter!

Jesse could be a real douche and some of the things he did, or seemed to be into, were kinda a bit... rough? Nasty? Well, the cat certainly managed to expand Oscar's already stretchable limits, to put it that way. Though, somehow, being treated this way felt way more exciting that he would have initially imagined. Yeah, okay, alright, Jesse was also -really- good looking and kinda one of the 'cool kids' around here, but that alone was hardly doing it for Oscar. The cat was also, well, mesmerizing. Jesse acted tough and arrogant sometimes, but always with that happy-go-lucky attitude. He could push you around, show you up, make you do things you didn't think you'd do, but beyond that he was actually a chill dude and good friend. Jesse was very obviously doing his own thing, doing things his way, though at the same time he could take others the way they came. A really cheerful soul! Admittedly, Oscar had more than just a little crush on him...

Cautiously the otter peeked to his right, beneath the frame of his glasses. The dumb grin on the cheetah's handsome face suggested that he had noticed. He didn't even bother to hide his phone from the nosy onlooker, not that Oscar was particularly curious to see what his roommate was typing. He could mind someone's personal space, after all! Looked like he was just shooting back and forth some messages with Sean. Until the cat suddenly flipped to a different app. He held his smartphone higher, pushed the button, blinded them both with a flash and then swiftly sent the picture to Oscar's phone, which buzzed in his pocket.

"I don't need you to burn any more spots into my pelt with your stare," he said good-naturedly. "This'll last longer."

With a flush, Oscar averted his gaze. "Sorry... Didn't mean to bother you." These playful, golden brown eyes were just so much fun to admire!

With a smirk, Jesse brushed his long, agile tail over the otter's nose, since he was ogling again, just somewhere else this time. "You wanna tell me something?" he asked. "Or just practice your laser eyes?"

"No, I..." Oscar sputtered quickly, though then trailed off. He swallowed a sigh back down and then plucked up some courage. He was no wuss, after all! "Actually..." Though Jesse's intoxicating aura was a bit intimidating. The cat waited patiently, though. "Do you ever, like... want... more? Like more as in more than we already are doing together?" he asked, damning himself for his clumsy words. That definitely sounded better in his head.

Jesse didn't look up from his screen. "More? What do you mean more? You're constantly begging me to stop."

"That's not-- And I'm not begging!" Oscar protested and this time did let out a little sigh. Jesse would understand, right? He was a jocular lad, but he could be serious. Right?! "What I meant to say was, more... between us."

"Like what?" the cat asked with a chuckle. Oh, he definitely already knew what his roommate meant to say! Jesse was often disregarding, but not oblivious to his surroundings. And Oscar's rapidly developing fascination for spotted felines was not as subtle as the otter thought it was. Jesse just wanted to let him sweat!

Slightly distraught, Oscar scooted up a bit, braking some of the comfortably warm contact between him and his crush. Was this what his reaction would be? A little chuckle, a joke and that was it? Back to playing doormat for this smug cat? Well, that was definitely a possibility. But Oscar wanted more than just that. And he knew he had to fight for it. A guy like Jesse wasn't just playing hard to get, he -was- hard to get! Keeping his shoes clean and hoping for the best wouldn't do the trick. It wouldn't be good enough for this cat!

"Like... I mean... a..."

Fuck! Just say it! You're not this short for words any other time either, are you?!

A bit anxiously Oscar saw up. Damn, that stupid cat was still fumbling with his phone as if it was nothing. He was even grinning, that bastard! "Hffff..." To calm his nerves a bit, the otter let out a long breath. You want to have it your way? Fine! Let's play this game!

With a little push, Oscar brought himself into a kneeling position and then straddled Jesse with his upper body. And now the cat was looking! Good! Let him see what's coming!

Slowly the otter came down, closed his eyes and felt his large glasses slip down a tad on his sleek fur, as his nose touched with Jesse's. Tenderly he pressed his lips to those of the cat and was rewarded with the tingling sensation of their whiskers getting caught up in each other. Maybe it wasn't the most romantic kiss, but it did carry Oscar's feelings. His affection. The will to be more for Jesse. The fragile hope that his emotions might be returned.

The kiss lasted for only a second, or maybe two, but for Oscar it felt longer. "That's what I meant," he said softly as he came back up, carefully opening his eyes to see Jesse's reaction. There was no going back now!

The cheetah definitely was a bit surprised, though, much to the otter's relieve, didn't seem at all upset about the upfront smooch. He didn't seem particularly swooned either, though. "I don't usually kiss my playmates," Jesse said eventually, staring right up at the culprit with his warm, golden eyes.

"I figured as much." Feeling his heart beat fast in his little chest, Oscar held Jesse's gaze for a moment. "That's why I kissed you." Though eventually he slowly retreated. It's a silly thought, but it felt kinda wrong to be the one to stare down on Jesse like this. Usually it was the other way around. "I wa... Maybe I want to be more than just a playmate for you."

"Heh, that's cute," Jesse murmured with a slightly condescending smile. The cheetah was acting mature here, though he also was holding his ground. "Look, you're good company and all. Definitely an adorable fuckface." Entirely focused on the otter now, his usual grin faded some to account for the unjoyful news he was about to deliver. "I like you, but I'm not sure I like you that way. You're not exactly my type to start something more serious with. Plus, I kinda doubt you could handle me long-term. And I don't mean just my kinky side!"

Quite a bit bummed, Oscar adjusted his glasses. That certainly didn't go as he'd hoped. "Well... guess there'd only be one way to find out. But..." He sighed. "If that's how you see it. Doesn't mean I'll give up just yet, though!" he stated with a bout of confidence. Quickly finding his cheeky attitude back, Oscar then planted a palm on Jesse's firm chest, quite possessively, and gave the cheetah a little rub. "Handsome lad like you's worth the effort!"

With a laugh, Jesse put both arms behind his head and gave the otter free rein to touch him a bit. "Yeah, I'm like super awesome! Glad you're taking the rebuff so sporting."

"Provisional rebuff!" Oscar corrected, guiding his groping hand a bit lower. "I'll get you around!"

"Yes, that's the spirit, you little nerd!" the feline cheered, though then let all joy drop from his features. "Also," he said sharply, "what kind of prissy Disney kiss was this, huh?!"

Taken aback by the sudden change of mood, Oscar's hand stopped in its motions. Jesse was about to regain control, he knew. Good, let him try! "Ugh! Wha..."

With a swift motion, the nimble cat flipped over and was now pinning the smaller otter down. Behind him, the long snake-like tail flicked back and forth. "Don't kiss a man like he's your granny! Here: I'll show you how it's done - exceptionally."

"Hmpf!" With his arms held above his head and the cheetah seated on his belly, Oscar suddenly found Jesse's lips forcefully pressed to his own. He gasped, out of pure shock, and shuddered when the feline took advantage of his open muzzle by invading it with his tongue. It was big. And rough to the touch. And shamelessly abusing its advantages to chase the otter's tongue around in its own home. "Ghrmph..." Completely overpowered, Oscar huffed a hot breath at the cat and got it right back into his own face. Every attempt of resistance was swiftly subdued by Jesse, until he eventually pulled back. Gasping and panting Oscar remained laying in the pillows, staring at the ceiling with unfocused eyes beneath his fogged glasses. "Th-that... was... stunning..." he wheezed with a rapidly growing boner.

Meanwhile, Jesse looked down at the besotted otter with amusement, as he sucked in his cheeks. Time to bring this nerd back to reality! "Phto!" Condescendingly he spat down, right at his roommate and hit him just below the chin. He could have aimed straight for his face - right for his still open muzzle if he wanted to, really! But Jesse felt generous and didn't want to ruin this completely for his little loser. "You taste like fish!"

"Uhh, sorry..." Oscar mumbled, slowly able to focus back on what lay beyond his clearing visual aid. Jesse grinned down at him, smug and triumphantly, his long tail swashing this way and that. "Ah've had sushi for lunch... Ourgh!" The butt that ungently landed on his stomach, brought Oscar entirely back into this world. Yep, Jesse was definitely back on top of things now. "Fuck, that was amazing!"

"I know," the cheetah said, very sure of himself as he got comfortable. "Don't get used to it!"

"For someone who's not into kissing, you're awfully good at it."

"I never said, I'm not into kissing," Jesse corrected. "I said, I don't like kissing with my flings!"

"Mphf..." the otter groaned as he propped up his legs so Jesse could lean against them and thus ease a bit of the strain on his lower ribs. "So... does that mean I'm more than just a playmate now?"

"Pff, what are you dreaming off?!"

"What about a playmate with a kissing license, then?"

"The only thing you're licensed to kiss," said the cat as he raised one paw from the mattress, "is this!" And naturally he brought his black pads right down onto the otter's protesting muzzle. "Practice a bit with these. But shut it, I gotta make a call!"





[b]Trample Overload[/b]


"Hmrrf! A-alright. Har, har, very funny," Ian grunted while the hare that had pushed him over and stepped up onto his stomach laughed above him. The guy wasn't terribly heavy, but having him stand on his guts hurt nonetheless. "You can get off now!" Though the rodent was having too much of a good time to listen.

"Hah! Shit, I wanna try that too"

"Then get up here, he's super soft!"

The weight on top of the rat moved from his belly to his chest, as the first guy made some space for his buddy. "Argh, no wait!" Defensively Ian raised his hands, though wasn't able to stop the raccoon from mounting him as well. Quite carelessly he walked up onto his stomach and squeezed a pained grunt out of the prostrated rodent, who now had to accommodate two people. And by the feel of it, his second guest was a few pounds heavier than the hare. "Ouff, fuck, guys. This is seriously enough!" he wheezed before someone pinned his right hand down to the floor with a foot on his wrist.

"Heh, I bet he could take one more still!"

"Yeah! Who's gonna be the lucky one?"

"I mean he's holding up well enough."

A third paw settled down on Ian's chest. "No! Urgh... Shit, dude, you can't-- Arrrgh!" The hare helped him up and now he found him and a hulking leopard standing on his chest. Together they knocked the air out of the poor rat's lungs. And while the first two guys at least were bare pawed, the feline wore shoes that scraped over his collar bones like concrete blocks. "Hff, huff... S-seriously... Why do I even keep up with you fuck bags? Get off now! Aurgh, I can't breath."

"Damn, he's taking it like a champ!"

"Rats are tough! Or so I've heard..."

"This one sure is! Ya good, mate?"

"How about we put him to the real test, then?!"

Another guy came forth and when Ian's gaze fell on him, his eyes widened with shock. "Oh, holy fuck NO!" A thick, stout pander with broad, black paws approached him. He wore a mischievous grin on his monochrome face. "You can't be fucking serious?!" the panicked rat shrieked, though felt one of those heavy stompers land on his belly while the raccoon shuffled around to make space, trampling his lower ribs painfully hard by doing so. "AURRRGH!" With one swift step the chubby bear crushed Ian's midsection completely. He gasped shallow breaths, unable to breathe freely with two guys standing on his chest still. His head felt hot and the heart in his compressed chest beat like mad. "For real, oughf... get off no-ourgh... You're hurting me! Ow!" The rat winced when someone stepped on his tail - and stayed there.

"Man, it's getting crowded up here."

The more the merrier!"

"If you say so, then scoot over, bro!"

A little hamster pushed and shoved at the bigger men to snatch a spot for himself on the struggling rat. Eventually he managed to climb onto Ian's shoulder and, even though he was a lightweight, managed to effectively pin his left arm down as well. "Aoughh, please...!" he begged, slowly running out of air while the group above him cheered and laughed. "Hmpf?!" A warm, damp socked paw suddenly clamped his nose and muzzle shut. When Ian peered up, he saw a big collie smile down on him with his long snoot.

"Did anybody just hear anything? Some soft squeak, or whatnot?"

"Yo, that's the loser under our paws. He's calling for even more weight, I bet!"

"Shit, that rat dude's hardcore!"

"Well what are you waiting for?! Give him what he wants!"

"Hell yeah, flatten the vermin!"

"Hmmp! Hmmpfh!" Desperately Ian tried to shake his head to protest, though couldn't even get rid of the foot on his face that forced him to filter, what little air he still managed to suck in, through its rank sock. An alligator sauntered over, Ian could see from the corner of his eye, easily as thick and rich in mass as the pander on his gut. Fuck no! Where was this brute even supposed to find place? "Ghmphffrgh!" Tears welled in Ian's twitching eyes when the reptile stomped down on his private parts. One foot at first, then the second one raised from the ground and settled on his junk as well, spreading his kicking legs, nearly crushing his pelvis and absolutely massacring his crown jewels with his mere heft. "Grchk..."

"Ah! Guess he's starting to feel us now."

"Well shit, he better! We're like, one, two, three... Holy cannoli ! Seven guys standing on him already!"

"That's rad!"

"You think he can take even more?"

"Only one way to find out! C'mere, give me your hands..."

With absolute dread Ian could observe as two guys got into position left and right of him. They held each other by the hands, hugging the hare and raccoon that already stood on his chest. Then they nudged around on his crushed chest to find enough space for their feet to settle there as well. "Ghm-hrrgh. MMRRRGHF...!" They mounted him clumsily, but with success, squeezed all remaining air out of his flattened lungs and managed to crack a few of Ian's ribs.

"Wow! That makes nine!"

"Hey, let's try this as well."

"You think he's still good?"

"Let's see... All good down there, rat boy?"

With a nasty chuckle, the collie took his musty paw from Ian's distorted face. Though at this point, the rat had lost the ability to speak. His eyes were wide and he gasped and wheezed, trying desperately to fill his lungs with oxygen. All the while two more guys got ready in a similar fashion to the hugging pair on his chest, but on his belly, enclosing the panda with their arms. "hngfff..."

"Well, I don't hear no complaining. Go ahead!"

"Ghmph...!" And four more paws mounted his maltreated form, this time crushing his stomach completely, flat to the floor. God, he wasn't supposed to feel his organs throb so intensely, was he?

"Oi! Leave some space for me!"

And the last thing Ian could see were the collie's socked paws coming down on him. Almost gently they settled on his face, only to slowly bring down more and more weight on his skull, until the guy stood on his head with both feet, crushing it against the floor. Helplessly Ian's hands scraped over the ground, his legs weakly kicking, while his pinned tail twitched.

"Ey, you're standing on my paw. Watch it!"

"Hah! Gives you a little impression of how our little rat must feel, eh?!"

"Lol, this looser will be so sore!"

"I think one of his bones is poking me under the foot."

"Then poke back!"

"Is it weird that I get a boner from this?"

"You're not the only one. Hell, I bet rat rug has one too!"

"Hard to say. I'm literally destroying his bits right about now. Feels soft..."

"Now that's cruel, man! You weigh like, what? Three hundred, three hundred fifty pounds?"

"More like three hundred. I did lose some weight this summer!"

"So, how long are we gonna be standing on this dumb fuck?"

"What? You already bored? It's so cozy right now!"

"Nah, not exactly. I just gotta pee and you're blocking the exit."

"Should have gone before, man. Rat boy would have liked that!"

"Judging by the place we picked him up, that might be true. That shit hole was a fucking sewer!"

"Does anyone actually remember his name?"

"Ivan, I think? Evan?"

"Who cares?! This waste is a fucking doormat now!"

"I'm so gonna wipe my shoes on this thing once there's enough space again."

...

Eventually the twitching body went still.





[b]Rough Night[/b]


I'm sitting on one of the couches along the long wall opposite the bar and am almost through my third beer, of which I had snagged two from the tables around me. The club was full, most places occupied, though I am alone, cornered by a smooching couple and a group of gossiping teen girls, that either had forged their IDs, or sucked the bouncer. The music is loud today and my beer soon empty.

I actually have a work day tomorrow - yay, first hundred bucks of the month. If only it wasn't the fucking twenty-first already! If I had gotten that position at Rocco's place, I wouldn't even bother with this rip-off, but starving is pretty shit, ya know. Anyway, point is I should get some sleep rather than being here. Which is also kinda shitty when the only couch you've got available right now is reserved for a one-night stand. On a fucking work night, thanks, man!

Well, it's not as if I'd get enough sleep anyway. Maybe with enough booze inside me? It's kinda depressing how much a healthy mind depends on things as simple as a bed you call yours, a full fridge, or having to worry about vanities such as paying eight bucks extra because you forgot to transfer the cable fee in time. The girls beside me just ordered their fourth round. That's half of tomorrow's pay worth in cherry shots!

With a dry sigh, I glance through the lively club. There are so many people making out here, you might think it's couples night. Involuntarily my eyes flick back to the snow leopard sitting on the bar. He's about my age, bigger than me of course, 'cause I like it that way, and pretty jivey, even though his peeps seem to drop in and out of a conversation with him to go and dance. The flimsy tank on his hot back reveals his slightly toned arms nicely. Fuck, I'd like to be his one-night stand! Bet his couch is clean and comfy.

I sniff and blink to clear my eyes, then check my pockets. Damn, I've got five bucks left, just enough for one drink. Might be worth the investment, though. Just gotta get myself a refill first, so I don't have to order two...

"Ayi, sorry there..." I slur and 'accidentally' flounder over the girl's side of the table as I get up. I don't care what they say and grab one of the cherry shots on my way off. They already think I'm a dipstick anyway, I've heard their whispers. Good riddance to you too!

On my way over, I shake my head and roll my shoulders to limber up. Head fur smoothed and ears perked, I arrive at the counter right beside him, crack up the most charming smile I can and nudge the cat. His glass is empty - perfect! "Hey handsome, mind if I treat you to a new round?" I say, placing my stolen drink down on the counter to make sure it'd be just for him.

He peers down on me and his lips twist into a smile. Not a happy one, though. He's pitying me, I can see it in his beautiful, blue eyes. Well, yes, alright, maybe he's a bit out of my league. Fuck, what was I thinking?! C'mon, at least don't be a douche about it, please.

"A-heh... That's nice, dude. But I guess we've both had enough. You look wasted. Maybe another time..." He swiftly stood and left for the dance floor. Not to dance, though. He was probably telling his friends about that creep who tried to hit on him. Fuck!

At least it wasn't the unkindliest rebuff I've ever gotten. Still fucking hurts, though! I beckon the barkeeper over and order, "As much Tequila as this gets me," then slide over my last money. He's gracious and pours me two, while I down the cherry shot.

And while I sit there, I see my reflection in the mirrored bar cabinet. A miserable, little guy with dark circles under his eyes as though he hadn't slept in a week. I fucking did look wasted! I fucking felt wasted.

"I fucking am a waste...!"