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This time it's time to introduce new characters, along with a few known ones. Hope you like it.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Third part of the liryalverse. This time it's time to introduce new characters, along with a few known ones. Hope you like it.", "writing": "When I heard the magic words \"we're going on a trip\" from my parents' lips, my reaction was the most logical one for a young adult: study while listening to classical music. If you believe that, you are as naive as they are. I immediately called everyone I knew, and they called their friends. Within a few hours, my closest friends arrived with the sole purpose of helping me with the preparations. Among them were Svald, a deer with whom I had had many quarrels in the past, but we became great friends; Artic, a polar bear who was more Svald's friend than mine, but inviting one was inviting both, and Kilimanjaro - nicknamed Kili - a very cheerful zebra who brought out the worst in me and vice versa. Let's just say that together we were like gunpowder and fire. Oh, I am a capybara, and my name is Nordelta, but they call me Nor.\n\nMy parents' house was big and silent, walking through it at night was like being trapped in a Resident Evil level. As a child, when our family's economy improved considerably and we moved here, I had a hard time falling asleep, the silence was unbearable. Then I got used to it. Now that I sleep on campus and have to share a room with my roommate, I miss that quietness. The house was full of life once the guests arrived. And what life. It was eleven o'clock at night, and friends from college kept coming in. A cheetah with wide hips who caught Kili's eye every time she turned around. A sparse-brained but broad-muscled gorilla that arrived with her. The triplet sisters, three golden retrievers who looked like clones because they were so alike. All was well until Ruaha the hyena and her friends showed up. Tilcara, the alpaca, nicknamed \"the angel\" because she was so good-natured she bordered on stupid. And Iberá, the most effeminate maned wolf I had ever seen. Since high school, there had been an unbridgeable us and them, an innate enmity stronger than the hatred between the French and the English. I deduced that they had come because they didn't know this was my parents' house.\n\nI tried to get away from them and went upstairs to be with my friends. Unfortunately, they had split up to find their own chimeras. Kili was talking to the cheetah; she looked uncomfortable and seemed to want to run away at the slightest opportunity. Artic was chatting with the triplets. I sensed from the posture of the four and their expressions that there was no sexual intent, just friendly conversation. And Svald was responsible for the music. He was very shy, but behind a screen was where his magic was. Being surrounded by people, I still felt lonely. I tried not to show it. I danced a little, following the bass of the electronic music as best I could, until my fat body got tired, then I just filled it up with beer, while I watched the others having fun from the box overlooking the room.\n\nA palm hit me hard in the back and caused me to spill some of my beer on the head of someone who insulted me.\n\n\"Bored? This place is full of girls, why are you talking to any of them?\" Kili asked with a wry smile.\n\n\"And the cheetah?\" I replied with some sarcasm.\n\n\"Nah, spots and stripes, we're very different. Besides, she didn't like it when I touched her ass. Oh, look,\" he pointed to a corner of the lower level, very close to the bar the anthropology students had improvised, \"there's a cute girl over there.\"\n\n\"Are you drunk already? It's Iberá, the mannered wolf.\"\n\nHe laughed loudly. I downed the last of the beer in my glass -I couldn't tell how many I've had- and looked back at the wolf. In the lull between songs, I called out:\n\n\"Hey, mannered wolf, next time wear a skirt!\"\n\nHe looked down. Tilcara, the alpaca, came over him and said something, probably to comfort him. Part of the war between us and them was the very bullying we religiously professed to Iberá. It was now part of our tradition.\n\n\"Yes, and you should paint your lips, faggot,\" Kili added with a laugh.\n\nI started to chuckle too. Maybe it was the beer or the fact that I was standing next to Kili, but I didn't feel bad.\n\nMy laughter was interrupted by Ruaha's hand on my shoulder, forcing me to turn around, and before I had time to react, she punched me in the nose. I couldn't tell at what point the hyena bridged the distance between us, but she did so with unreal speed.\n\n\"What the hell is your problem, Nor? You're an adult and you still act like a child. Grow the fuck up!\"\n\n\"No, you grow up,\" Kili replied stupidly, his tongue clumsy with alcohol.\n\nShe looked up, shook her head, and walked back beside her friends. The punch had wiped out the effects of the beer and brought me back to reality. I felt bad, not only because I understood what I had done, but also physically. I put my hand to my nose and saw the blood. Kili was still laughing like crazy. He lost his balance and sat down on the ground. He was much drunker than I was, but then I realized he wasn't the drunkest of the guests.\n\nI slipped into the bathroom, shielded by the music and the entertainment that distracted other people. On the way, I looked down at the floor, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. I wiped the blood off with the toilet paper and saw my reflection in the mirror. I didn't like what I saw. I drank some tap water and tried to think of a way to start over, to pretend that my big mouth had never opened. Was that possible? Maybe I could go to Artic and talk to the triplets. He used to forgive my bullshit without too much trouble.\n\nI opened the bathroom door and there was Iberá. For a moment I was afraid, I thought he was following me, but when I noticed his surprise I concluded that he was just going to take a leak and didn't know I was there.\n\n\"You,\" he said, frowning at me, losing his balance and holding on to the door frame to keep from falling, \"you son of a bitch! Why can't you leave me alone, huh?\"\n\n\"Well...\" I turned away. I was too embarrassed to look him in the eye.\n\n\"Do you have any idea what it's like to be mistreated all the time?\" He said as best he could, because he was much more drunk than Kili and me. \"Does it make you feel more impotent... impo... important?\"\n\n\"I'm sorry, it's just that you're so cute. While I'm fat, ugly and stupid. I think I envy you.\"\n\nHe looked surprised, never in a million years did he expect me to say that. I stepped aside to let him go to the bathroom and sighed. I caught him before he lost his balance and helped him to the toilet. Iberá stroked his forehead. Everything seemed to be spinning for him.\n\n\"Are you okay? Do you want me to call someone?\"\n\n\"No, no. I think I had a little too much to drink.\"\n\n\"No shit, Sherlock.\"\n\nHe gave me an annoyed look.\n\n\"Sorry, habit.\"\n\nI turned away.\n\n\"Wait, give me a hand.\"\n\nHe fumbled with the belt buckle. I closed the door, got down on my knees and helped him. Then I unzipped his jeans and grabbed them so he could stand up and pull them down. He tried to get up but couldn't. I caught him again. Finally, resigned, he peed sitting up like a woman. I was a bit worried about the state he was in.\n\n\"Stop looking at me like that, you dumbass. Is this the first time a man has peed with you?\"\n\n\"They usually do it standing up,\" I smiled slightly.\n\n\"Yes, I think the English whiskey is too much for me. Anthropologists have steel livers.\" The comment tore a smile from my face. He looked away and blushed. \"Is it true what you said, that you think I'm cute?\"\n\nI blushed too.\n\n\"Yeah, I always thought so. Ever since we were in high school, I hated you for being so pretty. I mean, look at you.\"\n\nHe let out a tender chuckle that stopped the flow. Or was he done?\n\n\"I think you're more wasted than me. Is there a place where we can talk more comfortably? I imagine other people will want to pee soon.\"\n\nI tried to help him get up, but he refused my hand and did it himself. He couldn't handle the buckle anyway, so he left me do it. Then I took him to my room. I had locked it because I wanted to have some privacy when and if the time came. Who would have thought that I would take Iberá, the mannered wolf.\n\nI put a sock on the door so that no one would disturb us. The whole situation seemed a little strange to me. I was nervous, my heart was pumping.\n\nIberá lay down on the bed and looked at me with Nala eyes. I knew he was only doing that because he was drunk, but my moral sense was conspicuous by its absence, perhaps because I was too.\n\n\"Come on, get over here. Time to make amends in the best way possible.\"\n\nMy shirt felt uncomfortable, so I took it off and tossed it aside, then climbed onto the one and a half square bed and lay down next to him. I placed my hands on either side of his face, ready to kiss him, but stopped short. He bridged the distance and kissed me. Without a second thought, he slipped his tongue into my mouth as his hands went to my pants. Part of me, maybe that nagging voice called conscience, wanted to stop him, but my body wanted more, wanted to go all the way. Then perhaps I would feel bad about what I had done.\n\nSuddenly, Iberá pulled his lips away and stared at me. His face immediately paled. He turned and looked over the edge of the bed before throwing up the carpet. I rushed over and held his long hair, more concerned for his health than for the cleanup I would have to do the next day. A thick trail of saliva, mixed with stomach acid and a lot of alcohol, rushed from Iberá's mouth to the floor. His tears fell as he took a breath to vomit for the second time. I could only watch and do nothing, why couldn't I be helpful for once in my life?\n\nHe finally stopped vomiting and collapsed into my arms. I laid him on the bed and tried to wake him up by tapping him on the cheek. I jumped up and went to the door, wanting to do something, but not knowing what. Should I take him to the hospital? None of the partygoers would be able to drive drunk. I went back to him and tried to take his pulse, putting two fingers on the side of his neck, but I didn't know anything about medicine, so it was useless. I slipped a hand under his shirt and ran it through his fluffy orange fur to his chest. I felt him breathing. Then Iberá mumbled something. He must not have been poisoned, surely he would feel better now that he had vomited. He just needed to rest. My hand went down his chest, and without realizing it, I noticed that my fingers were running down his stomach to where his pants began. He looked so beautiful asleep, and my dick began to grow, to come out of its sheath. I pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees and spat out my right hand, which I used to stroke my tip in small circles while my left hand dug inside Iberá's pants. He let out a soft moan as I stroked his sheath. My right hand fapped harder and harder.\n\n\"What am I doing?\" I suddenly asked myself, pulling my hand away and looking at it as if it didn't belong to me, as if a demon had possessed it. I was taking advantage of him! No, I shouldn't be like that.\n\nI turned around and stared into the darkness of the night, jerking off harder and harder, trying to get this sick urge to fuck that beautiful canine ass out of me, but I couldn't. After a few minutes I couldn't cum. I don't know if it was because I drank too much or because I felt so bad about myself. I lay down next to him, hugged him tightly, and before I fell asleep next to him, I whispered:\n\n\"I'm so sorry, for everything.\"\n\n\nI woke up with Iberá's warmth in my arms. Our bodies were almost glued together. Despite the heartburn and the urge to pee, I felt very good. He opened his eyes and looked at me in horror, shook off my embrace and stepped back. He turned his head from side to side, trying to figure out where he was.\n\n\"Shit, so it wasn't a dream, did we... did we...?\"\n\nI rubbed my eyelids hard and sighed. I sat up in bed. I was only wearing my boxers, which were pretty tight.\n\n\"No, you passed out and we couldn't... do it.\"\n\nOnly then did he realize that he was standing in his own vomit after jumping backwards. He made a disgusted face.\n\n\"Wait, I'll get a towel.\"\n\nI pulled on some ratty shorts and opened the door to find various bodies piled up in the hallways, sleeping in unusual positions that looked extremely uncomfortable. I grabbed a roll of paper napkins and other items I thought necessary, and before I returned, I abruptly woke Kili and asked him to get everyone out. When I returned, Iberá was sitting on the edge of the bed with his paws up and his hands on his head, looking like he couldn't stand the light. He must have been in great pain.\n\n\"Here,\" I handed him a fizzy liquid in a glass, \"this is magic, it always helps me when I'm wasted.\"\n\nWhile he drank it, I rolled up the carpet and put it in a garbage bag. Then I got down on my knees and wiped his paws with the napkins. His pawpads were pink and soft, I liked the way they felt on my fingers, they reminded me of joystick sticks.\n\n\"Hey Nor, can we talk about yesterday?\" he asked quietly, almost whispering.\n\nI looked away. I didn't want to remember.\n\n\"I feel like such a moron. I can't believe what I'm about to say, but Ruaha is right: I'm not a child anymore.\"\n\n\"Well, I shouldn't have drank so much either. By now I should be able to deal with insults by walking away or ignoring them, not by drinking myself into the edge an alcoholic coma.\"\n\nI clenched his paws at his words, looked him in the eye and replied.\n\n\"You're wrong, you don't deserve any of this. It's just that... look at me, I'll never be like you.\"\n\nTo my surprise, Iberá put his arms around my head, pulled it close to his chest and hugged me tightly. I could feel his heart beating.\n\n\"You must not be like me. You must be you. When you're not insulting, you're so funny. You're quick with a joke and smart when you need to be. Remember when we had that math pop quiz and you faked a panic attack so no one would fail?\"\n\n\"How could I not, I was forced to go to the shrink three times a week after that.\"\n\n\"You got us all to pass, and you did it by being smart. And Ruaha is no saint, we came because when she found out you were having a party she was determined to ruin it. Tilcara and I had to talk her out of it. Which reminds me, I got over twenty messages from them, they must be very worried.\"\n\n\"Yeah, answer them, I'm gonna start cleaning up this mess. Hey... could you stay a little longer? I want you to be with me.\"\n\nHe looked at me, gave me a tender smile and nodded.\n\nI got everyone to leave and started in the kitchen. Iberá sat down in the chair and we stood around and talked for a while. Mostly about nonsense. Old anecdotes, new ones, music. After an hour of work, I decided to take a break and sat down next to him.\n\n\"Nor, can I take a bath? I feel so dirty.\"\n\n\"Yup,\" I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand, \"I should, too. Of course you can take a bath. I'll show you where the shower is. But I don't think my clothes will fit you.\"\n\n\"Also, if you want...\" his eyes drifted to his fingers, nervously fiddling with the wooden spoon in the sugar bowl, \"if you want, you can come with me.\"\n\nI swallowed saliva and opened my eyes wide.\n\n\"You know, there's this thing we started last night and never finished,\" he continued.\n\nAfter the fright he had shown upon waking, I believed that the previous night had been merely the product of alcohol. I had never been so happy to be wrong.\n\n\"You know, we capybaras love water.\"\n\nHe giggled. I led him into the master bathroom, which was not the one we had met in last night, and closed the door. He stood with his hands behind his waist, staring at me. I was very nervous. I reached over, grabbed his shoulders and gave him a quick kiss on the lips; then, I don't know why, I hugged him tightly.\n\n\"Hehe, this is not what I had in mind. How about taking off my clothes? We can't shower dressed.\"\n\nI chuckled and agreed. First I put my hands on both sides of his lovely white shirt and pulled it up. I hugged him again, but it was to feel his fluffy, soft fur against my bare chest. Taking advantage of the closeness of our bodies, my hands ran down his back until I came to that beautiful ass. I squeezed it. He moaned.\n\n\"Oh, that's how I like it. You're getting it.\"\n\nI pulled away and looked into his eyes before kissing him again, this time wetter and longer. My tongue slipped into his mouth and I caressed everything I could. I felt the edge of those sharp teeth and wondered what would happen if he bit me with them. He started to massage my bulge and found something he hadn't expected. He stopped the kiss and looked at me in surprise.\n\n\"Oh my, is that what I think it is?\"\n\nI raised my shoulders in false modesty. He dropped to his knees and slowly pulled down my shorts, as if afraid to confirm his suspicion. My dick was barely out of its sheath, even fully erect it was no big deal. It was quite thin and not very long. But my balls. Let's just say that while most guys play tennis, I prefer handball. Ibera weighed them as if he were holding two mangoes at the greengrocer's.\n\n\"How come I didn't notice this before?\"\n\n\"Well, let's just say my belly isn't the only reason I don't run.\"\n\n\"Uhh, I want to feel like Miley Cyrus and ride those wrecking balls.\"\n\nThat comment made me laugh pretty hard. It was that and the tickle of feeling Iberá's fingers massaging them. I grabbed his arm and pulled him up, bent down and unbuckled his belt again, which was already more mine than his because of how many times I had buckled and unbuckled it. I pulled down his pants and got a closer look at his secrets. I began to massage his sheath, which was soft and white, until I saw a small red tip peeking out shyly. I licked his tender little balls, the base, and wrapped my mouth around his sheath, then slipped my tongue inside. I made a sucking motion and his cock came out a little more. My tongue helped lubricate his rocket launch. I felt it grow more and more in my mouth. Iberá moaned in a very high feminine voice that turned me on. He put his hands on my head as I could feel him trying to fuck my mouth, but I wouldn't let him. With my hands on the back of his legs, I kept my face pressed against his genitals and continued to lick inside his sheath, with almost the entire length of his penis in my mouth, now spewing drops of pre-cum down my throat.\n\n\"Come on, you meanie, let me cuuuuum,\" he yelled as he gently slapped my head with one hand.\n\nThe situation made me laugh, and when that happened I choked on my tongue and Ibera's lipstick and had to pull my mouth away to cough.\n\n\"Ahh, that's for being bad. Why don't you use that?\" He pointed to my crotch.\n\nIberá stepped into the shower while I grabbed the lube from the drawer under the sink. I squirted a good amount on my dick, it felt cold and I shivered, spread it around, masturbated a bit and got in the shower too. We turned it on and as the water washed over our bodies, Iberá put his hands on the tiles and lifted his tail. I stroked his anus with my still lubed hand and rested the tip of my cock against it.\n\n\"Come on, do it.\"\n\n\"You really want it, huh?\"\n\n\"Yes, please!\"\n\nI scratched his belly and moved up to his nipples as my glans went in Iberá's delicious ass. He let out a high-pitched scream that brought out my wild side even more. I wanted to hear every sound that could come out of that mouth, every moan and scream, in all its tonalities and decibels. My cock went deeper and deeper as my fingers pinched the erect nipples of the mannered wolf. It was no big deal to get him balls deep. He was used to being fucked and I was no horse. I picked up the pace until, a minute into the act, I came. I pushed it all the way in again, moaning as I shot cum into his warm interior. I began to take deep breaths without pulling my cock out.\n\n\"Wow, that was fast.\"\n\n\"You think one time is enough to empty my balls? This is just the beginning, pretty little wolf.\"\n\nI grabbed the shampoo and poured it over his head. As I stroked his hair and the suds ran down his body, I added:\n\n\"No water should go to waste.\"\n\nI was still with my cock deep in his ass, and at no time did it stop being erect. I usually didn't last long, but I could come several times in a row. And that's what I was going to do. As I washed his neck with the lather, I resumed the fuck. Slowly at first, then I picked up the pace. I could feel the cum spurting out of his ass and falling to the floor every time my cock made the outward motion. This lubricated him even more and allowed me to fuck him faster and faster. My hands were now cleaning his chest. He was head down, hands against the wall, moaning louder and louder. There was the plap, plap, plap of my huge balls hitting his over the noise of the water like bowling balls hitting billiard balls. And I came again. But I didn't stop, I went faster and faster and harder and harder, even though biology was screaming at me to stop. There was something else inside of me that wanted to fill him as much as possible, that I had to fuck him relentlessly, without stopping.\n\nI put my hands on his and said:\n\n\"Here comes the third one... almost... there\"\n\n\"Yes, please, third time's the charm. Do it, fill me up.\"\n\nMy fingers slipped between his and I squeezed hard as I rammed with all my might. Then it happened: I came again. I could feel that it wasn't as plentiful as the other two, of course, but the orgasm still felt much stronger. My penis stayed inside Iberá for a while while we both caught our breath. We stayed like that for a few minutes, united under the warmth of the water and the warmth of an embrace that seemed eternal to me and that would always have a precious place in my memory.\n\nAs the water began to run cold, I pulled out and a stream of cum rushed onto the tile. I got down on my knees and wiped his gaping ass a little with my hand. It was red, but it didn't look hurt. Naturally, my penis was not that big. He sighed, exhausted, and sat cross-legged on the floor. I turned off the tap and sat across from him. His penis had come all the way out and was still pulsing. He hadn't come. I stroked it a little, from tip to head, and it was enough to push him over the edge. Two, three, four spurts of cum shot into the air as Iberá screamed and his legs shook. I licked him clean and kissed him again.\n\n\"I love you,\" I told him, maybe impulsively, maybe stupidly.\n\nHe stared at me, then let out a chuckle.\n\n\"Take it easy, Flash. I see you're not just quick to cum. Why don't you start by taking me to the movies? After all that drinking, I'd like a quieter outing.\"\n\nI looked away, a little embarrassed, and scratched my neck.\n\n\"Yeah, sorry about that. Anyway, thanks. I haven't felt this happy in a long time.\"\n\nHe didn't say anything, but he smiled so sweetly that it wasn't necessary. After we dried off, he stayed for a while and helped me clean the house. We had a light meal in the late afternoon and he left. I don't know if my parents believed the excuse that a stray cat had gotten in and peed on my great-grandmother's hand-woven carpet, but frankly, I don't care what they think. I got to be happy for a little while, and that's worth more than any wasted thing.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "When I heard the magic words "we're going on a trip" from my parents' lips, my reaction was the most logical one for a young adult: study while listening to classical music. If you believe that, you are as naive as they are. I immediately called everyone I knew, and they called their friends. Within a few hours, my closest friends arrived with the sole purpose of helping me with the preparations. Among them were Svald, a deer with whom I had had many quarrels in the past, but we became great friends; Artic, a polar bear who was more Svald's friend than mine, but inviting one was inviting both, and Kilimanjaro - nicknamed Kili - a very cheerful zebra who brought out the worst in me and vice versa. Let's just say that together we were like gunpowder and fire. Oh, I am a capybara, and my name is Nordelta, but they call me Nor.

My parents' house was big and silent, walking through it at night was like being trapped in a Resident Evil level. As a child, when our family's economy improved considerably and we moved here, I had a hard time falling asleep, the silence was unbearable. Then I got used to it. Now that I sleep on campus and have to share a room with my roommate, I miss that quietness. The house was full of life once the guests arrived. And what life. It was eleven o'clock at night, and friends from college kept coming in. A cheetah with wide hips who caught Kili's eye every time she turned around. A sparse-brained but broad-muscled gorilla that arrived with her. The triplet sisters, three golden retrievers who looked like clones because they were so alike. All was well until Ruaha the hyena and her friends showed up. Tilcara, the alpaca, nicknamed "the angel" because she was so good-natured she bordered on stupid. And Iberá, the most effeminate maned wolf I had ever seen. Since high school, there had been an unbridgeable us and them, an innate enmity stronger than the hatred between the French and the English. I deduced that they had come because they didn't know this was my parents' house.

I tried to get away from them and went upstairs to be with my friends. Unfortunately, they had split up to find their own chimeras. Kili was talking to the cheetah; she looked uncomfortable and seemed to want to run away at the slightest opportunity. Artic was chatting with the triplets. I sensed from the posture of the four and their expressions that there was no sexual intent, just friendly conversation. And Svald was responsible for the music. He was very shy, but behind a screen was where his magic was. Being surrounded by people, I still felt lonely. I tried not to show it. I danced a little, following the bass of the electronic music as best I could, until my fat body got tired, then I just filled it up with beer, while I watched the others having fun from the box overlooking the room.

A palm hit me hard in the back and caused me to spill some of my beer on the head of someone who insulted me.

"Bored? This place is full of girls, why are you talking to any of them?" Kili asked with a wry smile.

"And the cheetah?" I replied with some sarcasm.

"Nah, spots and stripes, we're very different. Besides, she didn't like it when I touched her ass. Oh, look," he pointed to a corner of the lower level, very close to the bar the anthropology students had improvised, "there's a cute girl over there."

"Are you drunk already? It's Iberá, the mannered wolf."

He laughed loudly. I downed the last of the beer in my glass -I couldn't tell how many I've had- and looked back at the wolf. In the lull between songs, I called out:

"Hey, mannered wolf, next time wear a skirt!"

He looked down. Tilcara, the alpaca, came over him and said something, probably to comfort him. Part of the war between us and them was the very bullying we religiously professed to Iberá. It was now part of our tradition.

"Yes, and you should paint your lips, faggot," Kili added with a laugh.

I started to chuckle too. Maybe it was the beer or the fact that I was standing next to Kili, but I didn't feel bad.

My laughter was interrupted by Ruaha's hand on my shoulder, forcing me to turn around, and before I had time to react, she punched me in the nose. I couldn't tell at what point the hyena bridged the distance between us, but she did so with unreal speed.

"What the hell is your problem, Nor? You're an adult and you still act like a child. Grow the fuck up!"

"No, you grow up," Kili replied stupidly, his tongue clumsy with alcohol.

She looked up, shook her head, and walked back beside her friends. The punch had wiped out the effects of the beer and brought me back to reality. I felt bad, not only because I understood what I had done, but also physically. I put my hand to my nose and saw the blood. Kili was still laughing like crazy. He lost his balance and sat down on the ground. He was much drunker than I was, but then I realized he wasn't the drunkest of the guests.

I slipped into the bathroom, shielded by the music and the entertainment that distracted other people. On the way, I looked down at the floor, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. I wiped the blood off with the toilet paper and saw my reflection in the mirror. I didn't like what I saw. I drank some tap water and tried to think of a way to start over, to pretend that my big mouth had never opened. Was that possible? Maybe I could go to Artic and talk to the triplets. He used to forgive my bullshit without too much trouble.

I opened the bathroom door and there was Iberá. For a moment I was afraid, I thought he was following me, but when I noticed his surprise I concluded that he was just going to take a leak and didn't know I was there.

"You," he said, frowning at me, losing his balance and holding on to the door frame to keep from falling, "you son of a bitch! Why can't you leave me alone, huh?"

"Well..." I turned away. I was too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

"Do you have any idea what it's like to be mistreated all the time?" He said as best he could, because he was much more drunk than Kili and me. "Does it make you feel more impotent... impo... important?"

"I'm sorry, it's just that you're so cute. While I'm fat, ugly and stupid. I think I envy you."

He looked surprised, never in a million years did he expect me to say that. I stepped aside to let him go to the bathroom and sighed. I caught him before he lost his balance and helped him to the toilet. Iberá stroked his forehead. Everything seemed to be spinning for him.

"Are you okay? Do you want me to call someone?"

"No, no. I think I had a little too much to drink."

"No shit, Sherlock."

He gave me an annoyed look.

"Sorry, habit."

I turned away.

"Wait, give me a hand."

He fumbled with the belt buckle. I closed the door, got down on my knees and helped him. Then I unzipped his jeans and grabbed them so he could stand up and pull them down. He tried to get up but couldn't. I caught him again. Finally, resigned, he peed sitting up like a woman. I was a bit worried about the state he was in.

"Stop looking at me like that, you dumbass. Is this the first time a man has peed with you?"

"They usually do it standing up," I smiled slightly.

"Yes, I think the English whiskey is too much for me. Anthropologists have steel livers." The comment tore a smile from my face. He looked away and blushed. "Is it true what you said, that you think I'm cute?"

I blushed too.

"Yeah, I always thought so. Ever since we were in high school, I hated you for being so pretty. I mean, look at you."

He let out a tender chuckle that stopped the flow. Or was he done?

"I think you're more wasted than me. Is there a place where we can talk more comfortably? I imagine other people will want to pee soon."

I tried to help him get up, but he refused my hand and did it himself. He couldn't handle the buckle anyway, so he left me do it. Then I took him to my room. I had locked it because I wanted to have some privacy when and if the time came. Who would have thought that I would take Iberá, the mannered wolf.

I put a sock on the door so that no one would disturb us. The whole situation seemed a little strange to me. I was nervous, my heart was pumping.

Iberá lay down on the bed and looked at me with Nala eyes. I knew he was only doing that because he was drunk, but my moral sense was conspicuous by its absence, perhaps because I was too.

"Come on, get over here. Time to make amends in the best way possible."

My shirt felt uncomfortable, so I took it off and tossed it aside, then climbed onto the one and a half square bed and lay down next to him. I placed my hands on either side of his face, ready to kiss him, but stopped short. He bridged the distance and kissed me. Without a second thought, he slipped his tongue into my mouth as his hands went to my pants. Part of me, maybe that nagging voice called conscience, wanted to stop him, but my body wanted more, wanted to go all the way. Then perhaps I would feel bad about what I had done.

Suddenly, Iberá pulled his lips away and stared at me. His face immediately paled. He turned and looked over the edge of the bed before throwing up the carpet. I rushed over and held his long hair, more concerned for his health than for the cleanup I would have to do the next day. A thick trail of saliva, mixed with stomach acid and a lot of alcohol, rushed from Iberá's mouth to the floor. His tears fell as he took a breath to vomit for the second time. I could only watch and do nothing, why couldn't I be helpful for once in my life?

He finally stopped vomiting and collapsed into my arms. I laid him on the bed and tried to wake him up by tapping him on the cheek. I jumped up and went to the door, wanting to do something, but not knowing what. Should I take him to the hospital? None of the partygoers would be able to drive drunk. I went back to him and tried to take his pulse, putting two fingers on the side of his neck, but I didn't know anything about medicine, so it was useless. I slipped a hand under his shirt and ran it through his fluffy orange fur to his chest. I felt him breathing. Then Iberá mumbled something. He must not have been poisoned, surely he would feel better now that he had vomited. He just needed to rest. My hand went down his chest, and without realizing it, I noticed that my fingers were running down his stomach to where his pants began. He looked so beautiful asleep, and my dick began to grow, to come out of its sheath. I pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees and spat out my right hand, which I used to stroke my tip in small circles while my left hand dug inside Iberá's pants. He let out a soft moan as I stroked his sheath. My right hand fapped harder and harder.

"What am I doing?" I suddenly asked myself, pulling my hand away and looking at it as if it didn't belong to me, as if a demon had possessed it. I was taking advantage of him! No, I shouldn't be like that.

I turned around and stared into the darkness of the night, jerking off harder and harder, trying to get this sick urge to fuck that beautiful canine ass out of me, but I couldn't. After a few minutes I couldn't cum. I don't know if it was because I drank too much or because I felt so bad about myself. I lay down next to him, hugged him tightly, and before I fell asleep next to him, I whispered:

"I'm so sorry, for everything."


I woke up with Iberá's warmth in my arms. Our bodies were almost glued together. Despite the heartburn and the urge to pee, I felt very good. He opened his eyes and looked at me in horror, shook off my embrace and stepped back. He turned his head from side to side, trying to figure out where he was.

"Shit, so it wasn't a dream, did we... did we...?"

I rubbed my eyelids hard and sighed. I sat up in bed. I was only wearing my boxers, which were pretty tight.

"No, you passed out and we couldn't... do it."

Only then did he realize that he was standing in his own vomit after jumping backwards. He made a disgusted face.

"Wait, I'll get a towel."

I pulled on some ratty shorts and opened the door to find various bodies piled up in the hallways, sleeping in unusual positions that looked extremely uncomfortable. I grabbed a roll of paper napkins and other items I thought necessary, and before I returned, I abruptly woke Kili and asked him to get everyone out. When I returned, Iberá was sitting on the edge of the bed with his paws up and his hands on his head, looking like he couldn't stand the light. He must have been in great pain.

"Here," I handed him a fizzy liquid in a glass, "this is magic, it always helps me when I'm wasted."

While he drank it, I rolled up the carpet and put it in a garbage bag. Then I got down on my knees and wiped his paws with the napkins. His pawpads were pink and soft, I liked the way they felt on my fingers, they reminded me of joystick sticks.

"Hey Nor, can we talk about yesterday?" he asked quietly, almost whispering.

I looked away. I didn't want to remember.

"I feel like such a moron. I can't believe what I'm about to say, but Ruaha is right: I'm not a child anymore."

"Well, I shouldn't have drank so much either. By now I should be able to deal with insults by walking away or ignoring them, not by drinking myself into the edge an alcoholic coma."

I clenched his paws at his words, looked him in the eye and replied.

"You're wrong, you don't deserve any of this. It's just that... look at me, I'll never be like you."

To my surprise, Iberá put his arms around my head, pulled it close to his chest and hugged me tightly. I could feel his heart beating.

"You must not be like me. You must be you. When you're not insulting, you're so funny. You're quick with a joke and smart when you need to be. Remember when we had that math pop quiz and you faked a panic attack so no one would fail?"

"How could I not, I was forced to go to the shrink three times a week after that."

"You got us all to pass, and you did it by being smart. And Ruaha is no saint, we came because when she found out you were having a party she was determined to ruin it. Tilcara and I had to talk her out of it. Which reminds me, I got over twenty messages from them, they must be very worried."

"Yeah, answer them, I'm gonna start cleaning up this mess. Hey... could you stay a little longer? I want you to be with me."

He looked at me, gave me a tender smile and nodded.

I got everyone to leave and started in the kitchen. Iberá sat down in the chair and we stood around and talked for a while. Mostly about nonsense. Old anecdotes, new ones, music. After an hour of work, I decided to take a break and sat down next to him.

"Nor, can I take a bath? I feel so dirty."

"Yup," I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand, "I should, too. Of course you can take a bath. I'll show you where the shower is. But I don't think my clothes will fit you."

"Also, if you want..." his eyes drifted to his fingers, nervously fiddling with the wooden spoon in the sugar bowl, "if you want, you can come with me."

I swallowed saliva and opened my eyes wide.

"You know, there's this thing we started last night and never finished," he continued.

After the fright he had shown upon waking, I believed that the previous night had been merely the product of alcohol. I had never been so happy to be wrong.

"You know, we capybaras love water."

He giggled. I led him into the master bathroom, which was not the one we had met in last night, and closed the door. He stood with his hands behind his waist, staring at me. I was very nervous. I reached over, grabbed his shoulders and gave him a quick kiss on the lips; then, I don't know why, I hugged him tightly.

"Hehe, this is not what I had in mind. How about taking off my clothes? We can't shower dressed."

I chuckled and agreed. First I put my hands on both sides of his lovely white shirt and pulled it up. I hugged him again, but it was to feel his fluffy, soft fur against my bare chest. Taking advantage of the closeness of our bodies, my hands ran down his back until I came to that beautiful ass. I squeezed it. He moaned.

"Oh, that's how I like it. You're getting it."

I pulled away and looked into his eyes before kissing him again, this time wetter and longer. My tongue slipped into his mouth and I caressed everything I could. I felt the edge of those sharp teeth and wondered what would happen if he bit me with them. He started to massage my bulge and found something he hadn't expected. He stopped the kiss and looked at me in surprise.

"Oh my, is that what I think it is?"

I raised my shoulders in false modesty. He dropped to his knees and slowly pulled down my shorts, as if afraid to confirm his suspicion. My dick was barely out of its sheath, even fully erect it was no big deal. It was quite thin and not very long. But my balls. Let's just say that while most guys play tennis, I prefer handball. Ibera weighed them as if he were holding two mangoes at the greengrocer's.

"How come I didn't notice this before?"

"Well, let's just say my belly isn't the only reason I don't run."

"Uhh, I want to feel like Miley Cyrus and ride those wrecking balls."

That comment made me laugh pretty hard. It was that and the tickle of feeling Iberá's fingers massaging them. I grabbed his arm and pulled him up, bent down and unbuckled his belt again, which was already more mine than his because of how many times I had buckled and unbuckled it. I pulled down his pants and got a closer look at his secrets. I began to massage his sheath, which was soft and white, until I saw a small red tip peeking out shyly. I licked his tender little balls, the base, and wrapped my mouth around his sheath, then slipped my tongue inside. I made a sucking motion and his cock came out a little more. My tongue helped lubricate his rocket launch. I felt it grow more and more in my mouth. Iberá moaned in a very high feminine voice that turned me on. He put his hands on my head as I could feel him trying to fuck my mouth, but I wouldn't let him. With my hands on the back of his legs, I kept my face pressed against his genitals and continued to lick inside his sheath, with almost the entire length of his penis in my mouth, now spewing drops of pre-cum down my throat.

"Come on, you meanie, let me cuuuuum," he yelled as he gently slapped my head with one hand.

The situation made me laugh, and when that happened I choked on my tongue and Ibera's lipstick and had to pull my mouth away to cough.

"Ahh, that's for being bad. Why don't you use that?" He pointed to my crotch.

Iberá stepped into the shower while I grabbed the lube from the drawer under the sink. I squirted a good amount on my dick, it felt cold and I shivered, spread it around, masturbated a bit and got in the shower too. We turned it on and as the water washed over our bodies, Iberá put his hands on the tiles and lifted his tail. I stroked his anus with my still lubed hand and rested the tip of my cock against it.

"Come on, do it."

"You really want it, huh?"

"Yes, please!"

I scratched his belly and moved up to his nipples as my glans went in Iberá's delicious ass. He let out a high-pitched scream that brought out my wild side even more. I wanted to hear every sound that could come out of that mouth, every moan and scream, in all its tonalities and decibels. My cock went deeper and deeper as my fingers pinched the erect nipples of the mannered wolf. It was no big deal to get him balls deep. He was used to being fucked and I was no horse. I picked up the pace until, a minute into the act, I came. I pushed it all the way in again, moaning as I shot cum into his warm interior. I began to take deep breaths without pulling my cock out.

"Wow, that was fast."

"You think one time is enough to empty my balls? This is just the beginning, pretty little wolf."

I grabbed the shampoo and poured it over his head. As I stroked his hair and the suds ran down his body, I added:

"No water should go to waste."

I was still with my cock deep in his ass, and at no time did it stop being erect. I usually didn't last long, but I could come several times in a row. And that's what I was going to do. As I washed his neck with the lather, I resumed the fuck. Slowly at first, then I picked up the pace. I could feel the cum spurting out of his ass and falling to the floor every time my cock made the outward motion. This lubricated him even more and allowed me to fuck him faster and faster. My hands were now cleaning his chest. He was head down, hands against the wall, moaning louder and louder. There was the plap, plap, plap of my huge balls hitting his over the noise of the water like bowling balls hitting billiard balls. And I came again. But I didn't stop, I went faster and faster and harder and harder, even though biology was screaming at me to stop. There was something else inside of me that wanted to fill him as much as possible, that I had to fuck him relentlessly, without stopping.

I put my hands on his and said:

"Here comes the third one... almost... there"

"Yes, please, third time's the charm. Do it, fill me up."

My fingers slipped between his and I squeezed hard as I rammed with all my might. Then it happened: I came again. I could feel that it wasn't as plentiful as the other two, of course, but the orgasm still felt much stronger. My penis stayed inside Iberá for a while while we both caught our breath. We stayed like that for a few minutes, united under the warmth of the water and the warmth of an embrace that seemed eternal to me and that would always have a precious place in my memory.

As the water began to run cold, I pulled out and a stream of cum rushed onto the tile. I got down on my knees and wiped his gaping ass a little with my hand. It was red, but it didn't look hurt. Naturally, my penis was not that big. He sighed, exhausted, and sat cross-legged on the floor. I turned off the tap and sat across from him. His penis had come all the way out and was still pulsing. He hadn't come. I stroked it a little, from tip to head, and it was enough to push him over the edge. Two, three, four spurts of cum shot into the air as Iberá screamed and his legs shook. I licked him clean and kissed him again.

"I love you," I told him, maybe impulsively, maybe stupidly.

He stared at me, then let out a chuckle.

"Take it easy, Flash. I see you're not just quick to cum. Why don't you start by taking me to the movies? After all that drinking, I'd like a quieter outing."

I looked away, a little embarrassed, and scratched my neck.

"Yeah, sorry about that. Anyway, thanks. I haven't felt this happy in a long time."

He didn't say anything, but he smiled so sweetly that it wasn't necessary. After we dried off, he stayed for a while and helped me clean the house. We had a light meal in the late afternoon and he left. I don't know if my parents believed the excuse that a stray cat had gotten in and peed on my great-grandmother's hand-woven carpet, but frankly, I don't care what they think. I got to be happy for a little while, and that's worth more than any wasted thing.
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