I will not deny I was not certain I would go until I actually I walked up to the house hidden in my long coat. I'm late. Wei wouldn't want to let me go, but finally I managed to get out. Anxiety sets my whole body on edge and I try to calm my breathing. Maybe he already left, maybe he figured I wasn't coming, maybe, maybe, maybe. The door is unlocked. I drop off my coat and continue through the hall into the next room. The set up seems the same, figures in familiar garbs wearing masks watch me as I enter. I take a shuddered breath. Someone approaches me, a tall male panther. I get ready to wave him off, only to notice he is wearing one of those silver masks. He stops in front of me. "I have a message." He says in a deep vibrating baritone. He hands me a card. 
'Kitchen.'
I look up. The panther does not make a move. "Err... thanks." He bows, and leaves me. A moment too late I realise I should have asked where the kitchen is, but how hard can it be to find? I decide to go left. Heading down a hallway with thick carpeting on the floor I pass several rooms, some with their doors closed, others open. I press my ears against the closed ones, picking up the obvious sounds of sex. Casting a glance through one of the open doors it is obvious this is not the way to the kitchens. A tangled mess of bodies is moving up and over each other and I notice a rabbit wrapped in the middle of what is undoubtedly an orgy. For a moment I stare in awe as he moves between the various participants, servicing them with his mouth and paws, not complaining or protesting while various males take turns using his rump. For the briefest of moments the question arises if that is Marv, but I quickly supress it, deciding that either way I do not want to know.

	I head back, for a long moment I feel lost in this place, moving from room to room trying to find my way. I ignore that paw of anxiety that is clenching my heart. I barely notice the people around me, I don't even care about the stares, heaven knows I might have passed him a hundred times without knowing, all I am looking for now is the kitchen. Suddenly, a voice, a call reaches my ears, making me spin on my heels. It comes from a door just two steps from me. I push it open; practically barging into what is the kitchen. I freeze, my mouth suddenly gone dry.

	He is waiting for me, his back pressed against the refrigerator, one paw reaching above him, grasping the very corner of the machine. He confirms again it is him I heard, letting out another long moan, his other paw intertwining with the fur of another guy. Eyes flutter open and that blue gaze finds me. A smile. I think he tries to say something, but he can't form even a word. I watch them, no doubt looking like a complete idiot with my eyes popping and jaw just about reaching the floor. The loincloth is pushed down below his balls, making the fuzz covered globes bunch just below his shaft which is disappearing in the muzzle of a young lion. The cub is apparently good at what he does, judging from my anonymous friend's expression and the way his body quivers. Without hesitation or shame he grabs the dog's ass cheeks dragging him closer, taking him in completely every time, fully committed to getting him off. 

	"Sorry, we got started without you... you were taking a bit long."
I turn around, for the first time spotting the due who have been watching this scene probably long before I entered. One who has spoken to me is a shadow leopard, who slowly approaches me, the faint traces of his spots dancing in the lamp light. Behind him, still resting against the counter is a Pit-bull. They both wear masks, two different shades of teal, one lighter than the other. 
"But now that you are here, I finally understand why he was so desperate to wait for you." His paw rests on my shoulder, sliding over my chest as he walks around me. He gives a sharp jerk with his head and the Pit sets himself in motion, coming over. He gives me a lazy smile, paws carefully taking hold of my arm. The leopard's paw slide down my chest finding the prominent bulge in my cloth. "Now it would be a shame not to let you join in on the fun, now wouldn't it?"
I don't know. I throw a glance at the reason I came here in the first place. He moans, his body shuddering, his tail wagging like crazy. He looks at me from behind a green mask, darker than the one he wore last time, and this one too has a small gem set between the eyes. He gives a slight nod. I turn my gaze to the Leopard who smiles. Fingers cover my package. The Pit stares up at me with that same vague gleeful smile. "Good, now that is settled," the leopard breaths against my skin.
Those fingers swoop up, and almost before I can utter a single word my waistband is pulled down and slender fingers grab the swollen shaft that comes flopping out. I let out an undignified squeak at that first contact, those strange fingers on my privates. Settling the band behind my balls, forcing them forward, the Pit now has both paws free. A strangled sound tears itself from my throat when a rough wet tongue slides his way up my length. He swirls around the head before wrapping his lips around the tip. By then my knees are buckling and I cease the pup's head, to try and keep me from falling.
"Oh... oh gods..." I gasp. 
"He is very good at what he does." That deep voice assures me. He doesn't have to tell me that. The Pit is really going for it, swallowing more and more of me, sucking me like... like a man. It is so unlike the half-hearted attempts by my lady friends. He pinches the base, swirling his tongue around the shaft while bobbing his head up and down, his other paw grabbing a firm hold of my balls, gently rolling them between his fingers in a way that heightens the tension building inside of me.

	"Look at him," the voice in my ear urges, "he is really getting into it now." I open my eyes to a crack, seeing how the two near the fridge have changed position. My pup is on his knees, supporting himself on his paws while his snout is buried in the lion's crotch. The cub is sitting up, grabbing a hold of the pup's ears, lightly thrusting into his muzzle, making the sweetest sounds as a blissful smile spreads across his face. My eyes wander over the lion's body, young and athletic, his cheeks clench when he rolls his hips slowly, down over to where those sweet lips have wrapped themselves around the shaft that is revealed every time he pulls back. He has his eyes closed behind that dark green mask, his Adams apple bobbing, his cheeks hollowed. I follow the lines of that perfectly formed body, the light curve of his back, his flexing abs, his shaft pressed against his stomach, waistband still caught behind his balls. Finally my gaze comes to rest on his rump, he perfect semi globes hidden beneath the dark fabric and that are topped off by his tail happily wagging just above. For the first time I realize how bad I want him. 

	Below me the Pit makes a gagging sound when he tries to take the knot into his mouth. He tries it again, making me double over as he nearly succeeds, the back of his throat constricting around the head. I hear a pop. The lion has dragged himself out of my pup's mouth and has gotten up. Almost at that same moment the Pit-bull does the same. For a moment I think we are meant to switch, and we are, but not in the way I think. I step towards the dog still on his hands and knees on the floor, but am stopped by the leopard placing his paw on my shoulder. "Uh-uh-uuh," he chides me, "you'll get your turn... in time." I erection gives a sharp twitch as the realisation dawns on me. He smirks. The Pit-bull grabs the pup by the ears, lifting him until he is on his knees, before pulling out his cock. He taps it lightly against his lips, my Dalmatian opening up for him. The shaft gets placed upon his tongue and dutifully he closes his mouth around it. I watch as he is direct down by that single paw on his head. The Pit let's his head loll back, letting out a long sigh while he keeps dragging the pup's head up and down his cock. I watch the muscles flex underneath that soft white fur, my pup reaching back and grabbing the Pit's ass cheeks just like I hoped he would before forcing that dick all the way into his mouth. 

	Strange new fingers wrap themselves around my slick shaft, distracting me from the scene before me. It's the lion, smiling almost shyly as he steps closer, pressing his body against mine. I look into those dark green eyes, trying to see what is expected of me. He turns, resting his paws upon the counter top, spreading his legs and lifting his tail for me, revealing his ass. He stares over his shoulder, letting out a soft whining sound. I take a step closer. Hesitating, my gaze shifts between his ass and his face, and back again. 

	Across from us the Pit has dropped to his knees, letting my pup sit on all fours again. The leopard has dropped down behind him, and looks up at me with a most evil smile on his lips. He takes the edge of the cloth, hooking his fingers behind it before pulling at it. I watch breathlessly as I slowly drags it down, a white paw shooting down to help him shed the fabric, dragging it down my pup's legs until it can be carelessly tossed away, leaving him naked, perfectly naked. The lion growls, reaching back, resting his chest against the granite countertop; parting his cheeks, right in front of my eyes. "Do it like this." The low voice tells me from the floor as he takes a tube and squeezes out a generous amount over his fingers, before tossing it to me. He takes the translucent goo and places it right against the base of my pup's tail. I watch as it shudders with anticipation, for one moment ceasing its almost endless swaying. He rolls his fingers between those cheeks before, tensing and then... My Dalmatian lets out a grunt, his eyes squeezing shut, his body quivering. The fingers slip inside of him, first just the tips, but the leopard quickly lets them delve further. They slip in and out of the pup's body who moans around the shaft in his mouth, obviously enjoying the intrusion. "C'mon, try it, you'll like it." The big cat assures him with a joyful smirk. 

	I stare again at the cat who is waiting patiently for me. Taking the tube I move closer. I flip the cap, throwing one unsure glance in the direction of my pup. He seems lost in what he is doing, eyes closed sucking that cock in his mouth, enjoying the two, no three fingers shoved up his rear. I came here for him, to be with him, I hadn't counted on this. He does not complain however, and early on he did urge me on. I flip the cap, squeezing. A huge quantity of slick paste covers my fingers, far more than the leopard had used. I look at the lion. I grab one of his cheeks with my free paw, directing the other to his entrance. I push the cold substance against him. He shivers, his tail shuddering like a snake. Slowly I spread the substance between his cheeks, far more then I would have ever needed. Carefully, with one finger, I brush his pucker. It is warm, even though the lubricant is cold. I push again, the tip of my finger lightly parting the muscle. He whines when I do not go through with it, but half in shock, pull back instead. I take a deep shuddered breath. I can do this. I push, not stopping but continuing. The cat lets out a long gasp when he closes around the first knuckle of my finger. I keep going feeling his body move around me and I sink further into his heat.

	"Just move around a little." The leopard urges me, "like this." He twists his fingers, eliciting a cry from the dog. I copy the move, earning me a similar cry from the lion. "Add more fingers, stretch him, stretch him real good." I shove an extra finger in. The cub purrs, his tail dancing through my view. Feeling embolden I work a fourth finger inside the lion's rump. The kitten arches so perfectly from the counter top, his legs trembling while my fingers wiggle their way inside of him. I carefully study his reaction at every move I make. Then, with the tips of my fingers, I encounter something, deep side of him. I crook my finger, nudging against the small lump. The effects are electrifying, the lion's body snaps up and he lets out a sudden desperate cry. "You have found his sweet spot." The leopard twists his own fingers. "With some it is easier to find then with others." He remarks casually. The pup quivers. I reach down with my free paw, touching myself. He smirks as he notices. "You should try the other paw." He says, before shifting his attention back to the pup on all fours.

	"Now it is time for our payment." He pushes down the front of his loincloth, dragging himself out, using his lubed up paw to slick the long barbed shaft. I feel a sudden fury rising up inside of me. He sits up positioning himself at my pup's entrance. A jealousy that makes my lift my lip and bare my teeth and urge to tear him away from there, to claim the pup as my own, a sudden primal urge I have never yet experienced before. I stay put however, for some unknown, mysterious reason, and watch as he pulls out his fingers, and nudges the tip against the red entrance. He is not hesitant, nor timid, shoving the length in without so much as a pause. The pup cries out, trying to pull his head back from the Pit, but the grey paw on his head preventing him from doing so. A small struggle ensues. The Pit sits up. The leopard grabs his hips and both of them, at the same time start moving in and out of his orifices. My tongue sneaks out, watching him get spit roasted, there is little the pup does, but relax and take it, his cries of protest quickly levelling in those enjoyment.

	The lion whines, feeling neglected by my interest in what is going on, on the floor. He reaches back, grabbing my shaft, wiggling his ass, encouraging me to more strongly move my fingers. I comply, but mostly because of his paw that has joined mine as we both jerk me off. Through all this my lip won't stop twitching as I see them take my pup. Over his back the Pit and leopard share a look. The Pit drags himself out of my Dalmatian's muzzle, finally allowing him to let out that long whining moan. He gets up, shedding his cloth on the way over. The lion lifts himself off my fingers, letting go of my shaft. The both of them lean forward capturing each other's mouths in a kiss. Tongue darts out, lapping at each other in such a blatant way. They part and as one cast their eyes on me. A low rumbling moan reaches my ears. The feline on the floor is picking up the pace, slamming harder into the pup's rump. Before I know what I am doing I have let out a low growl. 

	He looks up, as if for the first time the leopard truly seems to notice me. A smile twists his lips, and he readjusts his grip on the pup's hips. I sink down on my knees next to him, placing a paw on the small of the pup's back. Our eyes meet. The leopard narrows his eyes dangerously. I simply stare back, a slight twitch from my lip the only thing betraying my anger. He drags himself out, making the pup whine, by the sudden emptiness. Without a word he rises, stepping back allowing me to take his place. I do not know if the pup knows what is going on, but he whines and wiggles in my grip. For all of my bravura a moment ago I, for the life of me, have no clue what I should do.

	I decide to start with what I had longed for to do ever since we parted. My fingers dance over his body, determined to reacquaint myself with every part of him. He quivers, and whines, mindlessly pushing back against my groin. I seize him, suddenly and sharply with a fury I did not know I possessed, by the scruff of his neck, dragging him up, and turning him until he was pressed with his cheek against the refrigerator door. He lets out an 'umph', my body quickly covering his. I nuzzle his neck, sliding my paws over his naked body. He moans. I nuzzle that place just behind his jaw making him shiver. "Sorry I was late." I whisper, finding the urgency to speak. 
"N-no problem." We share a look, his pupils are dilated, his cheeks flustered. I notice small drops of cum on his muzzle and decide they should not be there. With my tongue I swipe them away, cleaning away any trace of the others on him. "Did you like, ah, watching me?" He whispers, his tone hoarse. I hesitate. Kiss his cheek, move down towards his mouth. "I'd rather feel you." I admit.

	He still has his tail lifted, and my shaft with swollen knot get pressed between those cheeks. The heat radiates off of him. I want to be inside of him, I know that now for certain. I reach down, gracing the delicate ring of fur around his tail hole. The muscle clenches against my finger. Burying my nose in his neck I take a long whiff of him, shuddering at the memory that is so much like the reality. My muzzle swoops up until I reach his mouth, pressing my nose against his. "I've missed you." He lets out a soft gasp. In a fury of lips, teeth and tongues I delve into his mouth, finding the taste of the Pit still strongly on his tongue, but buried beneath that finding what I am looking for. We moan and I push my hips against his, pressing him more firmly against the fridge. He breaks away from me. "Take me."

	The simple urgency in his voice speeds me into action, reaching down grabbing my shaft and positioning this against him. For one breathless moment we wait. I push in. He clenches anxiously around me and I halt, not forcing myself deeper, but waiting, calmly, letting him adjust, letting him take me bit by bit until finally my knot rests against his entrance and the rest of me is enveloped in his tight heat. I moan in time with him nuzzling the side of his face, pressing my nose against his ear and blowing in soft tufts of warm air that make him shudder.
"So big," he mutters, his paw grabbing my arm that has wrapped itself around his chest. I wait, the pressure excruciating, but not wanting to harm the exquisite creature. I rest my head against him, trying to keep my breathing levelled as he goes through the motions, fighting the feeling of me inside of him, until finally he gives a small jerk with his hip. I rock my hips, slow at first, small motions, rolling against those squeezable cheeks. His nostrils are flaring, his tongue lolls out stupidly. He moves against me, helping me set a smooth rhythm in and out of his warm hole. He lets out small yelps every time my knot connects with his pucker, bumping against the ring of muscles keeping me out. I do not care, it is enough the rest of my length can be buried inside of him as our motions pick up speed, become slowly more frantic. A soft growl erupts from my throat, and I fight to keep this fragile balance in check. 

	I reach down, taking hold of his smooth prick, smearing it with the remainder of lube still clinging to my fingers. He whimpers, his hole giving an unexpected twitch when I tease the dripping tip. I hear a yelp behind us. I cast a furtive glance over my shoulder. It seems we are not missed. The Pit is leaning back on the counter top, his muzzle latched to the crotch of the lion, his legs spread and the leopard finger fucking him roughly. I turn back to the pup in my arms pressing my lips against his cheek, trailing a path of butterfly kisses. He is muttering something under his breath. It takes some time before I manage to figure it out. "Faster." His hips jerk back on me, forcing me quicker inside of him. I growl, complying with his wishes. I no longer try to keep myself under control, letting that feral part inside of me take over, thrusting into him, feeling that all too familiar feeling building up inside of me.

	He lets out a series of moans, increasing in intensity his abdomen quivering as he tries in some last ditch effort to stave of his release. Right in this desperate moment I realize I would give anything to keep this going. "I-I'm..." He gasps. I do not make it easier, frantically moving my fist up and down his shaft, driving him to the absolute limit. "I Ahnn!" I can hear it, I can smell it, I can feel it gushing over my paw while his whole body goes crazy around me. He clamps down forcing me up to the edge. With all my might I manage to fight myself out of him, much to his disappointment, and finish myself off by thrusting between his cheeks, spilling myself over the small of his back. 

	We nuzzle each other as the warm afterglow overwhelms us. I hold him close, squeezing him against me. Our tongues are lolling out as I give him a slobbering smooch, which he replies, and squeezes my arm in reply. "That was..." I mutter, trying to find the accurate words. 
"Yeah." 
Slowly the tension seeps from his body and he slumps against me. I shift, dragging him up in my lap, nuzzling his ears lovingly. For a long time we just sit silently, ignoring the fucking going on on top of the counter in front of us. He looks up at me hesitating. "I, errr, I'm sorry."
"What for?"
"Dragging you into this. I-I thought it might be nice... a change of pace." His nose only a hairsbreadth away from me, his breath brushing against my fur, his body pressed against me. 
"Do I look angry to you?" I ask teasingly, sliding my fingers over his flank. For a moment he avoids my gaze, until finally casting it up. He looks so sweet right now, even with that mask hiding much of his face. "Not really."
"I wish these masks were waterproof."
"Why?"
"I need a shower." I remark, making a face. He chuckles. "But I don't want to let you go." I surprise is both with that blatant confession. "I- I really don't want to." He cups the side of my cheek, pulling me closer placing the gentlest kiss upon my cheek. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but finally doesn't, but instead snuggles closer to me. 

	"We really should have found a better place to rest." I mutter, shifting slightly, feeling stiff as a board after dozing for a while against the door of the refrigerator. 
"Hmmm, I'm perfectly comfortable," He replies lazily, "though I have noticed you getting stiff." He shifts his rear emphasising his point. I growl, giving his ear a sharp nip when it dangles in front of my mouth. I give him a nudge, and reluctantly he gets up, allowing me to move from our spot. Our three friends have long since left us. He reaches out to give me a hand. "Argggh." I press my paws in the small of my back, the elastic band sliding into place over my sheath now that it is reduced in size. He bends to pick up his loincloth, giving me a wonderful look of his rump. He turns.
"What?" 
I smirk, shaking my head. "Nothing," but I do not stop staring. He does not hide from me, he lets me look, stepping closer pressing his form up against me, leaning up for a kiss. I wrap my arms around him again, squeezing, letting my tongue delve deeply into his mouth. I reach back eagerly, finding that spot under his tail. He squeals. I laugh against his lips. The squeal turns into a moan, his tail giving a joyous flick. Reluctantly I draw back. As one we look at the clock that is hanging above the stove. It is already six a.m. 
"I need to go." He sounds apologetic, not making a move. 
"Yeah, me too." Neither of us moves and we watch the dials slowly shift from 6 a.m. to 6:05. 

	Finally it is he who comes to life, with a shudder like he is being jolted back to reality. "I have to go."
I hold him still, "will I see you again?" It feels like the last chance to do this and I sound much needier then I would have wanted.
"I-I don't know." He whispers. He sounds so mournful. He breaks away from me. His pretty ears, earlier so perky now pushed back anxiously, his tail tucked between his legs. I grab his wrist, dragging him closer desperately pressing a kiss on his mouth. In a brief moment his tongue flicks out and I can taste him again. It is short, desperate and passionate. Finally he breaks away, giving me one last anxious look before heading out of the kitchen. I follow him. Another quick kiss by the door, and another when he grabs his coat and I take mine. Finally I have to let him go, watching him go and disappear into the early morning sun, left behind like Cinderella on the steps of the castle. I feel empty and numb again, but not like before, a different kind of numb, but numb nonetheless.
