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Maybe. In any case I felt compelled to write this for Nori, beginning on the night of his birthday back on November 11. A couple of revisions and one full re-write later, I present to you the tale of how Nori made my older brother into a big fat gaybo. Bahahahaha~", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Happy late birthday, \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
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Are you my best furry fandom bud? Maybe. In any case I felt compelled to write this for Nori, beginning on the night of his birthday back on November 11. A couple of revisions and one full re-write later, I present to you the tale of how Nori made my older brother into a big fat gaybo. Bahahahaha~", "writing": "[center][b][u]Going Down on a Subterfuge[/u][/b]\nAuthored by Milkie\n\n[i]Happy Birthday, Nori! Congratulations on: \nConverting more people than the Mormons!\nGetting people to change teams more often than the NFL!\nTalking Jon into a nanotech dick!\nAnd generally just being a cool bro[/i].[/center]\n\n\tIt all started in a living room, with just one little thought.\n\nBut then that’s how all things begin, isn’t it? One thought can set countless possibilities into motion.\n\n Latte Souris had a big living room with mostly empty space and hardwood flooring; two leather couches positioned in an L-shape, one air hockey table, one end table on the far side of one of the couches, an entertainment system setup, and one big TV. There were scarcely a couple of lamps to provide adequate lighting and the overhead ceiling light was dirty enough on the inside of its glass dome to be dimmed. But it had space, and that was suitable for certain purposes – such as parties or small soirees.\n\n\tLatte didn’t have many parties. He was a popular enough guy, but his job on the police force kept him more than occupied. Any company he did have was often short-lived in his busy life, which made it a real shame his house had so much space in it. Aside from his daughter, Tamira, and his little brother, Vanilla, Latte had no roommates to speak of and neither of them were at the house very long with one heading to work and the other heading to daycare on a regular basis. In the end, he had no problem when one of his friends or family wanted to use his house. Someone had to get some use out of it for the amount he had to pay just to live there.\n\n\tUsually it was his brothers’ or sisters’ friends coming over and using whatever daylight they could to play video games together where they won’t be bothering anyone. As soon as Latte had to put his daughter to bed, those sorts of gatherings would disperse for more night-oriented activities like going out to eat at a restaurant. They were often respectable of the ‘don’t touch those’ and ‘don’t do that’s, so when Latte would come home to a living room full of approximately five or so people, he was never all that alarmed or worried. Heck, if he was, he could have cleared them out without much fuss.\n\n\tOne night, his sister Milkette decided to bring a bunch of people to Latte’s house. It made sense; since she lived in an apartment with her twin brother Milkie, she didn’t have much space for anything over three visitors plus herself and maybe her brother. That said, when latte came home there was a group of four girls all crowding around his TV in his living room playing video games. The girl gaggle consisted of Milkette, of course; one lemur with short, kind of shaggy black hair; one busty golden retriever; one shapely raccoon with silver hair; and a Pikachu with the tips of her brown hair dyed blue. It was a real motley sort of crew, busily gaming away from their spots on little throw-pillows scattered around the floor.\n\n\tLatte got home that night and said little to disturb them. The whole lot of them were hooting and hollering over the newest something-or-other for the Nintendo what’s-it-called. Instead, the eldest Souris son just came in, got changed out of his uniform, and then grabbed a beer from his fridge before taking a seat on one of his couches next to his younger brother. There, he opened his beer and just sort of watched the girls play their game… and kept an eye on the girls. They were lookers, all having something or other to stare at and admire. Heck, even Milkette was attractive, and Latte still felt really weird to think so, but she fit right in with the group.\n\n\t“Quit eying them up, yeesh,” Latte’s younger brother, Vanilla, said. The white-furred mouse didn’t even look up from his phone as he tapped and swiped. Naturally the eighteen-year-old wasn’t interested in the veritable buffet set out before him.\n\n\tLatte scoffed at the notion, but grinned. “Freaky as she is, Milkette keeps some nice company,” He said. They really did seem nice beyond their appearance, down-to-earth in the sort of way only nerdy girls could really manage.\n\n\tThe raccoon rose off her knees to reach for something – maybe it was a drink, Latte couldn’t really tell. What he could tell was that the raccoon had one nice ass. She wasn’t as busty as her friends that much was obvious; in fact compared to the jiggling bra-stretchers of almost everyone else in the room (save the fat-assed lemur), it seemed the raccoon was as flat as board. But there was something appealing about that slight appearance, the trimness of that body that flowed from a narrow torso to proper, wide hips and a set of thighs oh-so-succulent. She was nice to look at, even just in general, with her backwards fur colours. Most raccoons had light fur mostly and dark swathes over their feet and hands, but this one was the opposite: light accents on a dark majority.\n\n\tIt helped that she’d squeezed into some leggings, nylon or Lycra or something out of a Lulu Lemon store, and the short skirt she wore pretty much showed off her entire rear end when she got up. She kept her soft, bushy tail lifted high to offer a very open showing of how that stretchy fabric was pulled so taut that it became somewhat transparent in places. It was the sort of ass to make loins tremble and could only be described as juicy. When she laughed and wiggled, it jiggled and jostled. When she sat back down on her knees, the fatty flesh of those bubble-round cheeks squished out like marshmallow.\n\n\tLatte sucked in a breath. “I like that one,” He muttered to his brother.\n\n\tThe pajama-pants-wearing boy looked up from his phone just to take a passing glance at whomever Latte was ogling. Upon seeing who it was, he barely smirked. “Me too,” He said.\n\n\tThat made Latte scrunch his brow as he sucked down some of his beer. “Really?” he asked as he withdrew the bottle from his lips, “But you’re…”\n\n\t“Gay,” Vanilla finished his brother’s thought, “Yes.”\n\n\t“So then why do you like her?” Latte passed a glance back at the back of the raccoon girl. She was feminine, she was a girl. Vanilla didn’t like girls. He didn’t like their girl-parts. With her long silvery hair and the way her tube-top showed off her cute shoulders, that raccoon was very much a girl – a girl Latte wanted to wrap his big hands around.\n\n\tVanilla shot Latte a look of ‘are you stupid?’ that only a teenager could muster. “Seriously?” He asked flatly.\n\n\t“What?” Latte cocked a brow.\n\n\t“For one, being gay doesn’t mean that I don’t think girls are pretty – it means that I don’t want to put my penis inside them. For two, that’s a guy, you idiot,” Vanilla grinned, “A guy. With a dick. His name is Nori.”\n\n\tGiven that mice have fur, Latte couldn’t really go pale; but at that moment Vanilla could swear he watched his older brother, all six feet and three inches tall of him, built like a weightlifter, and oozing more heterosexual testosterone than anyone ought to be comfortable with, chalk his creamed-coffee fur a couple shades brighter. His green eyes were wide with a comic look of disbelief that Vanilla openly laughed at, drawing a little attention from the girls around the room. Latte stayed very quiet and ignored all the attention, bringing his eyes back to the raccoon who shot a look over her – his, rather – shoulder. He stared at Latte with one visible golden-orange eye, the other obscured behind arguably feminine bangs swept to one side.\n\n\tHe wore a little grin too. A knowing smile.\n\n\t“Better tune your gaydar, homo,” Vanilla jeered.\n\n\tThe girls got back to playing and Latte just stared. He stared straight ahead as Nori got back into the game. He watched as the raccoon lifted and bent forwards, resting his elbows on the floor and sticking his big, bouncy, jiggly, juicy ass up into the air like he was attempting the downward-facing dog. And he swayed it, back and forth, left and right, wiggling it in little excited motions that sent his soft tail flicking every which way. Those thick thighs were spread somewhat, and nested between them was the obvious bump in those nylon leggings of a pair of nuts; a plump-looking bulge that made Latte almost feel a little queasy.\n\n\t“No fucking way…” Latte muttered under his breath.\n\n\tVanilla reached over and took Latte’s beer to take a little sip himself. “Yup,” Vanilla mockingly mimicked his older brother in sucking in a breath, “Oh yeah, I’d be all up in that. Or he’d be up in me, I dunno.”\n\n\tWhen he handed Latte back his drink, the older mouse rose to his feet and stalking out of the room. Vanilla couldn’t help but laugh again.\n\n\tAnd that was how it started. It was all downhill from there.\n\n\tNori started showing up more often. He kept going to Latte’s house with Milkette, appearing at those gatherings with frequency. He kept just being at the Mouse Pad whenever Latte would stop in to look at games or talk with his brother or sister. Nori even started showing up on Latte’s regular patrol routes while he was working. Every time Latte nearly tripped over the sneaky raccoon, Nori was wearing something to draw the eye or doing something that would accentuate just how utterly ‘hnnnng’-inducing his butt was or would just be terribly suggestive. Everything from tight pants, to hip-gyrating dance moves, to deep-throating popsicles, to suggestive-yet-natural poses and positions, Nori was [i]relentless[/i]. Latte would look, of course, even when he didn’t mean to. His eye was drawn to Nori’s curves time and again and every time Nori just gave him that same look.\n\n\tIt was a smoldering look, oftentimes coupled with a pucker of surprisingly soft-looking lips. It didn’t help the guy wore lip-gloss sometimes.\n\n\tEventually it became a little more direct. Nori would brush up against Latte when walking past, or accidentally slide across the mouse’s leg with his tail. Latte would overhear conversations between Nori and Milkette about blatantly sexual details, many of which being geared towards how well Nori could take a dick. Hell, he even heard Nori moan once, and Latte was loathe to admit that the sound made him feel… funny. It became less that Latte was thinking about Nori, but rather he just couldn’t get away from the guy. It seemed like every time Latte turned around, he’d just be there waiting to silently promise all sorts of exciting and lewd activities with nothing more than flirty eyes and a pushed-out hip that spoke volumes.\n\n\tLatte did his best to be subtle about it, but being the kind of guy he was made ‘subtle’ a near impossibility. The only thing he could think to do was rampantly avoid any discussion or any thought towards Nori or the weird shit the raccoon would pull. He vented his frustration by grilling his sister, chastising her about how she hung around such feminine guys. “He’s probably gay,” Latte would write in text messages, “I don’t know how you can even like a guy like that.” Naturally it brought some ire upon him from Milkette, but Latte would have done anything to discourage her from bringing that damn raccoon to his house again. Vanilla was a worse case, being aware of Latte’s initial mistake. He’d punched the kid more than once over it, and that worked to dissuade him from mocking, at least for a little while at a time.\n\n\tIt went on for a couple of weeks. It left Latte confused. One problem was that he just kept looking. The first few times it was just an accident. Nori’s jeans would be so second-skin that the guy’s ass crack was obvious, how was Latte not supposed to notice that? The second time Nori was practically waving it around in his face, so he couldn’t be blamed for that. The eighth time, Nori was wearing some kind of brightly-coloured panties just made to draw attention. The fifteenth time… well Latte couldn’t really peg why he looked past that time and well into the twenties. At that point it just became frustrating because Latte was aware he was doing it and aware that he didn’t want to… but he did anyway. He looked. He stared. Nori’s ass was a girl-butt. It wasn’t fair.\n\n\tLatte could have just gotten Nori to fuck off, too. He could have done it easily. He could have actually approached the guy and just said, flat out: fuck off and stop hitting on me. He knew Nori was hitting on him. The raccoon was far from subtle about it. Latte could have intimidated Nori into leaving him alone, but he didn’t. The few times Latte did try to regard Nori with a stern edge or even threats or dismissal, Nori spun it around into something else. Threats to pound the guy were moot, since Nori would just pull a very Takei ‘oh my.’ Outright calling him out for being some cross-dressing little fag-boy just prompted Nori to quip about how Latte took notice and to ask him if he liked it. Latte hated that one, because by then he was pretty convinced that he kinda maybe liked it.\n\n\tIt was probably about the time Latte was working out in his home gym he’d set up in his basement - when his mind wandered to thoughts of pumping the hell outta some lucky girl on his bench press, and that girl turned out to be Nori in his mind’s eye – that he finally determined that Nori was an absolute frustration and if he ever saw the guy again, he’d kill him outright.\n\n\tIt was Nori’s fault. Latte wasn’t gay; he wasn’t even bi. It wasn’t his fault that Nori looked like a girl, smelled like a girl, and giggled like a girl. It wasn’t Latte’s fault that Nori had a bigger, rounder butt than his ex-fiancé ever did, even when she was pregnant. It wasn’t Latte’s fault the guy looked like he could suck the rust off a trailer hitch. It was Nori’s fault for being and having all of those things, for coming on so strongly and for...\n\n\tGod damn it, Latte may have actually been into that jackass.\n\n\tThe natural course of action at that point was to go pick up a girl. Latte had to prove to himself after accidentally fantasizing about the fuckable boy-butt of another man that he still had it in him to get excited at the look of a woman. So one night he decided he’d go to the place guys like him would feel the most comfortable – the bar. He could go and pick up a girl pretty easily there, easier than normal with the whole alcohol factor… not that he needed it or anything, but it was desperate times. He made sure Vanilla could look after his daughter for the night, and then hit up the bar scene.\n\n\tLatte loved to brag, but setting it all aside? People were attracted to him. When he wanted to be, he was charismatic, he was funny, clever sometimes even. He had a charming laugh that coupled well with his strong jaw and handsome features. He had a build that was big and tall, foreign to his rodent species, and the sort of presence that made people feel safe and protected. He could attract a crowd easily enough without really trying to, and generally got along well with the people around him even if he really didn’t much care for them. It was a talent he had, and one that was put to good use at the bar.\n\n\tSome women were just attracted to his looks. They had good enough reason to: he’d walk into the bar looking fit to be a bouncer for the place. His black t-shirt that night was tight enough to show off the expanse of his strong chest and just how big around his arms were. He was strong, but not morbidly so, and still welcoming in a way. His face was fitting for a handsome man of 28, and the size of his mousey ears passed off as being cute. Arguably, how much he filled out his jeans really helped. Every male in his family was known for being very gifted, and like in all other things, Latte was the biggest out of all of them. There were stallions in that place who were shorter, smaller, and lesser-endowed than he was. Some women were just into that sort of man: the kind who not only looked ready to take charge, but did it naturally.\n\n\tThe mouse started off the night by getting a few drinks, just to loosen himself up a little bit. A few shots did the trick; he was the sort of guy who enjoyed a Jägerbomb or two… or three. With a combination of energy drink and alcohol, it all went down that much easier and allowed for quicker ‘relaxation.’ Latte’s personality never changed much when he drank, he’d just get more friendly and open to other people. It didn’t take him long after pounding back those few shots to start chatting people up, getting into conversations about sports or even quasi-political discussions. It was all in good fun, and he attracted a crowd like always. He had a group of ‘drinking friends’ within an hour, and he didn’t personally know a single one of them.\n\n\tAfter two hours of chatting to unfamiliar faces and getting one more beer slowly into him, Latte was pleasantly surprised to find his lap filled. Some little something-or-other, a slight girl, plopped themselves right into his lap much to the amusement of the group Latte had seamlessly synergized into. The cute little thing had a nice rear, planted not-too-subtle in his lap as far back as possible so that her back rested flush against his chest and her butt pressed into his crotch. She wore some kind of shorts or something, a very thin material that squeezed her warm thighs. Latte dragged his fingers a little along her leg to find where the material pinched against her mid-thigh to tease his fingers briskly along the crease the shorts’ leg holes created. She wore a purple top that hung off one shoulder, and who knew what kind of footwear, resulting in a look that was pulled straight from the way the 80’s were depicted in 90’s television. She got comfortable, her soft, fluffy tail of dark gray and light gray stripes lifting to brush along his cheek.\n\n\t“Wait a minute…” Latte muttered. Light gray stripes, dark gray shoulders, silver hair… and a knowing, orange-gold gaze of one eye, the other hidden behind femininely swept-over bangs.\n\n\tLatte squeezed Nori’s thigh, his other hand clenching into a fist on the bar top. “You motherfucker,” He almost snarled.\n\n\t“Ew, beer-breath,” Nori tsk’d, placed his purse on the bar, and rose his hands in a careless shrug. He was wearing thick orange wrist bands, “Yes, it’s me, the jiggle-butted boy you’ve been pining for!”\n\n\tLatte leaned over Nori to try and stare at his face with a white-hot anger. Nori simply ignored the glare and tilted his head to expose some of his neck and the lovely smell of his perfume to Latte’s senses. His soft hair fell aside attractively. “Latte Souris, you dog you,” Nori cooed, his tail falling aside to drape off of Latte’s lap, “For weeks you’ve been eying me up like a protein shake, it’s made me feel rather self-conscious, you know!”\n\n\tKnowing how utterly wrought with bullshit Nori’s statements were, Latte shook his head, “Don’t flatter yourself, faggot.”\n\n\tNori sighed wistfully and folded his arms on the bar top. He bent forwards and arched his back just right, his fat, pillow ass molding around Latte’s growing bulge almost too perfectly. “Oh, yes, call me names,” Nori said, “Get frustrated at your confusion and take it out on the poor boy whose ass you’ve been wondering about as if I’m somehow responsible for the way you think and feel.”\n\n\tThe raccoon looked over his shoulder and straight into Latte’s soul. “Let me make this simple for you, big, chiseled, and buck-toothed,” Nori mused, “You like big, round butts. I [b]have[/b] a big, round butt better than any lady you’re going to find in this bar. Ergo, which means ‘therefore,’ it stands to reason that you and your surprisingly healthy mouse-dick like my butt. It’s simple deductive reasoning.”\n\n\tLatte grit his teeth and leaned away from the feminine male. “You’re so fulla…”\n\n\tNori let out a sigh that made Latte’s dick twitch. He started to roll his hips, grinding back against Latte’s in a practiced manner. The softness of his round cheeks skillfully clenched around what had been a growing arousal, an erection that started to strain at Latte’s jeans despite everything he’d been saying or doing. Nori’s cheeks were utter warmth that squeezed and rubbed against Latte’s erection, making it grow and stiffen on nothing more than biological response; a natural reaction to friction and stimuli that Latte had little to no control over. A few gyrations of Nori’s hips, and the raccoon would lift himself to lean back against latte’s strong chest and reach up and back to drape his arms around the mouse’s neck. He moved his legs to really straddle Latte’s lap, spreading them wide to hook around latte’s own, exposing his own growing erection pushing in a lewd shape against his tight shorts.\n\n\t“And what’s not to like, Latte?” Nori tilted his head back and purred into Latte’s ear, “I’m soft, gentle... And I can [i]take[/i] whatever you can dish out.”\n\n\tLatte made a growling sound as Nori’s blue-painted lips smooched at his jaw. His breathing was heavy, his chest rising behind Nori and pushing against the raccoon’s back with every breath. His nostrils flared, taking in those wonderfully girly scents and even the mint-tasted breath of the little girly-thing occupying his lap. Nori never really stopped his gyrations, working his hips in a rocking motion that hot-dogged Latte’s angry erection between his clenching butt cheeks. Latte’s fist shook on the bar top, his entire body trembling a little with a flash of hot emotions. Anger and arousal were the most dominant of them, but confusion swirled them together and diluted them perfectly. Latte’s fingers dug into Nori’s thigh and raked through his fur and flesh, clawing at the soft, pliant boy-curves.\n\n\tIf Latte didn’t like boys, then why was Nori turning him on so goddamn much?\n\n\t“Oooh, you’re a big boy,” Nori shivered, “Oh my goodness, you’re… [b]enormous[/b], aren’t you? You could really hurt a guy with that thing…”\n\n\tNori chanced to remove himself briefly from Latte’s lap and spin himself around so that when he planted himself back on his mouse-seat, he was facing the big, strong guy. Once again he scooted in nice and close. His chest pressed against Latte’s, and his lap was smothered by raccoon. What made it odd, and what made Latte clench his teeth so hard he felt like he’d draw blood, was that Latte’s bulge was stuffed up between Nori’s thighs. He could feel the other male’s balls smooshing against his dick, and Nori’s own hard-on flattened against Latte’s abdomen. Nori rolled his hips, humping against Latte’s body, feeling with his dick just how pronounced the mouse’s abs were through the skin-tight fabric of his shorts. The best part was that Latte just sat there, rippling muscles rigid with shock.\n\n\tNori took one of Latte’s large hands and placed it upon his fat raccoon butt.\n\n\t“All you ever had to do was ask, big boy,” Nori murmured into Latte’s ear with a taunting giggle, “Just a few little words and you could have destroyed this ass any time you wanted. All day, all night, as hard as you can.”\n\n\tA sudden loud thud against the bar top startled Nori and several other patrons. Latte slammed his fist against the bar hard enough to shake some of the other customers’ drinks. He was breathing like some kind of madman, fit to explode with rage. Nori could feel Latte’s exhales sweep down the back of his neck, and that Latte’s stomach seemed to almost heave with every panting breath. Latte’s fingers squeezed carelessly at Nori’s ass, far too hard and far too rough. His kneading was an insistent tugging and pulling, ruthlessly testing the soft bubble of Nori’s butt cheek’s movements and how it felt cupped in Latte’s large palm. His actions, rough as they were, made the raccoon tremble in excitement. Most women would have been complaining he was squeezing too hard.\n\n\tNori had to pry himself off of Latte and out of the mouse’s grasp. He stepped away from him, snatched up his purse, and with a look all too telling he stepped away. The raccoon flicked his tail and swayed his way towards the bathrooms, his ass set in a rolling grind performed purposefully and flawlessly. Latte got up and followed.\n\n\tThe door slammed open behind Nori just seconds, if that, after he entered the small bar bathroom. He felt a very large hand on the back of his neck grab and squeeze, making his body tense up before he was dragged, toes barely touching the floor, towards the bathroom stalls. Once again, the door slammed open as Latte threw it angrily aside to shove Nori inside of it and follow. It closed and locked, the whole thing happening between them without as much as a word spoken.\n\n\tIt was crowded in that little stall, and to say it was clean would have been a bit of an overstatement. It wasn’t filthy by any means, but lacked the cleanliness of a more comfortable home bathroom. The walls of the stall were unsurprisingly littered with graffiti and immature messages promising good times and calling people out on their sexual preferences. The whole place smelled… well, like a public washroom, mostly scented by urinal pucks. The acoustics were terrible, everything echoed off the tile floors and white brick walls too loudly. It was far from a good place to be, but it was a place and perhaps the only one with a semblance of privacy.\n\n\tNori turned towards latte, reached out, and with both hands cupped the man’s over-filling crotch. What he felt there was nothing short of gigantic, two balls bigger than even the infamous Milkie Souris’ and what appeared to be a far-too-cramped erection that made the lesser-known, almost foot-long Cookie Souris seem small in comparison. Latte was a lot of man in every sense of the term. It was a good thing Nori came prepared.\n\n\t“I want this,” Nori breathed, reaching to the purse slung on his shoulder to pull out a tube of ‘loob’ and a big, round condom. He dropped the purse carelessly after presenting the lubricant and protection, holding them up to Latte. “Give it to me, tough guy,” He said.\n\n\tWhether Nori was intentionally trying to sound goading or was actually genuine in his desire didn’t really matter. Latte grabbed the raccoon with his big hands and spun him around all too easily. It was a sudden motion that made Nori’s head spin, making him lose track of the seconds it took to find himself pushed front-first into the wall of the stall. His cheek and chest were pushed up against the graffiti littered the walls, and his arms were twisted behind him to subdue his movements in a trained fashion. It only took one of Latte’s hands to squeeze both of Nori’s wrists behind his back in an iron grip. Nori didn’t want to wrest himself free of the mouse, but wasn’t sure he could if he had tried. For the mouse’s benefit, Nori pushed his rear back to present.\n\n\tLatte had snatched the lubricant from the other man and held it in his free hand. He used only a finger to hook into Nori’s shorts and tug them down with all the clumsy, eager anger the mouse could muster. He yanked and jerked on those shorts until they came down suitably far enough, Nori’s ass shaking out into the open in a fit of jiggling motions. It was admirable, it stuck out so far and was so round… It was good. It was a good ass, a great ass even. Latte didn’t give himself too much time to think about it, to think about who it belonged to, and instead just kept the idea that it was a fat, fuckable butt in his mind. He did his best to ignore any other aspect of the encounter.\n\n\tHow Latte got himself out of his jeans, Nori could only guess. The raccoon boy-toy tried to watch as he did, but found it hard to twist his head from where he was flattened up against the bathroom stall. Latte was big, though, that much as obvious. He could see the pinkish flesh of Latte’s dick all reddened in angry desire jutting up like a goddamn spire from the mouse’s crotch. He was over a foot long, no doubt about it, and thick enough that Latte’s own large hand couldn’t quite squeeze all the way around it. Latte’s pants were undone totally and hanging off his hips. It would have been impossible for that horse-shaming dick to just escape the open fly. It was too big.\n\n\tThe mouse man tore the condom package with his teeth, which was a risky move, but he pulled it off with a sort of careless savagery. He rolled the ribbed rubber out over his dick, and even if it was wide enough to cover him it was certainly not long enough. Somehow having that latex shield around his dick made him feel more at ease, protected from the vile male-on-male pounding he was about to get down to. He applied the lubricant next as best he could with just one hand. He squeezed the stuff out like toothpaste onto a toothbrush, crushing the tube in his hand and damn near emptying the thing before simply dropping it and starting to rub the stuff in. He smeared that shiny, slimy lube all over his half-covered dick, and with what was left on his hand he reached down and pushed his slickened thumb between Nori’s cheeks. He jammed his thumb against the raccoon’s butthole like he was trying to push a button, making Nori squeak out some kind of excited sound. Lube smeared against Nori’s entrance; not much of it, but a little at least.\n\n\tLatte lined up then, using his free hand to hold his cock. The head of it alone spread Nori’s cheeks in a way that made the girly-boy shiver.\n\n\t“Don’t be too gent—oooh!!”\n\n\tNori should have known he didn’t have to say anything, because Latte obviously wasn’t a happy boy-fucker. He jammed his dick into Nori’s ass like he wanted to hurt the guy, and he succeeded. Nori felt a rush of hot pain as his butt, as jiggly and accommodating as it was, got stretched and reamed. The jolt of stiff pain made Nori’s cock jump and his eyes cross. His body tensed up rigidly, clamping muscles inside his body around the invader that threatened to split him in half. The lube probably didn’t even matter, Latte wasn’t going to be denied. He was big enough, strong enough to have leverage over Nori the likes of which the raccoon wouldn’t be able to combat. With a push of his hips, Latte plunged deeper, against Nori’s natural resistance whether the raccoon wanted it or not. He did want it, of course, but the thrill of being forced made him try and squeeze back all the tighter.\n\n\tHolding Nori’s arms behind his back and gripping his hip so hard one might have expected some bruising, Latte started to wrench his hips back and forth. The first thrust caught Nori a little off guard, his legs wobbled and swayed, pulling him back and slamming him off the stall wall with a resounding thump that echoed throughout the bathroom. Nori couldn’t do anything to stop his body from shaking and jostling around, his cheek hitting the wall over and over again as Latte began to pound his ass for everything his large body was worth. It must have been worth megatons, because Nori felt himself being stretched and stuffed so deeply, he swore he could feel it stirring up his stomach. He couldn’t be sure if Latte was getting everything inside, but he doubted it very much. If Latte wasn’t giving Nori the full Monty, it was because his body just couldn’t handle it.\n\n\tTo Nori’s credit, he wasn’t wrong before. When it came down to being buried a foot into it, Nori’s ass felt no different from a girl’s… Although admittedly, Latte’s experience with anal sex was slim. His Ex never wanted to do it, and when he’d actually given it a shot back in high school, it didn’t go nearly as well as it was going right then. Nori had an ass made for dicks, it was made to be fucked and it was made to bounce. It was crafted, seemingly, for specifically such a purpose and it performed such flawlessly. Latte couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so deep inside anyone, able to feel his enormous balls rubbing and smacking against Nori’s thighs with every plunge. The gravity of it all was nearly crushing Nori, especially when Latte tried to get closer.\n\nLatte leaned against the stall wall, looming over his recipient, braced his arm against the wall, and kept going to town grunting and huffing all the while like an animal.\n\nLatte was hitting something inside Nori. His prostate felt like it was getting punched in the dick over and over again, making every thrust initially hurt before a rush of pleasure would overtake the pain and leave Nori feeling… [i]stupid[/i]. The back-and-forth between pain and pleasure made Nori want to collapse on that dirty floor, it made him drool and it made his eyes roll up in utter bliss. The pain was good, it spiced the pleasure and made it that much better. Somewhere in the midst of it all, Nori’s twitching cock unloaded a sticky mess into his shorts and over his belly, making him suck in gasps and let out moans that almost gurgled. He was as incomprehensible as the swath of feelings he was experiencing at once. Latte didn’t even care, he didn’t stop for a second.\n\nNori’s body was making it all feel so good, even if the guy had lost all control over the situation and wasn’t really trying for the result anymore. Latte continued to batter him, drawing out Nori’s body’s natural reaction to try and resist him. All that squeezing and clamping to try and keep him out just created a sleeve around his dick worth fucking harder. Nori’s ass squeezed around Latte’s dick like it was trying to expel him, but it ended up just feeling like the raccoon was trying to suck him in. It was wonderfully receptive, in a way Latte had never really been used to. He was gentler with women, but with this male tormentor the fucking was almost punishment. Nori had wanted it, seduced it out of him, and so he was going to get it. Nori’s body shuddered in that familiar way to tell Latte he had cum again.\n\nThat stupid raccoon was taking it painfully up the ass and loving every second of it. He couldn’t have been comfortable with his arms locked behind his back, hell his shoulders must have felt like they’d pop out of joint at any second… and yet he was cumming buckets. The feeling Latte got from that was a mix of pride and disgust.\n\nLatte had been so focused on wanting to fuck that raccoon so hard he’d be begging him to stop that he wasn’t keeping pace with his own orgasm. All the thrusting and slamming came to a point where Latte squeezed up behind Nori, crushing the raccoon uncomfortably against the wall, and the mouse’s orgasm tore through him. It an almost bestial, grunting moan the mouse came like a fire hose blasting into Nori’s ass. The raccoon, Latte’s receptacle, let out a feminine cry and let his tongue flop out from his stupidly pretty lips as the condom wrapped around Latte’s dick bloated up in quick succession. The stretching Nori received from Latte’s savagery was rivaled by the sheer size that cum-balloon was reaching, and Nori would have wondered if the extra-strength rubber he crafted those things from would hold, if the guy had all his faculties. All he could focus on was how damn hot it felt – both in the literal and figurative sense.\n\nIt didn’t. The condom burst open, pouring torrents of hot cum into Nori’s body in a sudden rush that made him hoarsely squeal. Excess escaped his ass and splattered down his legs and onto the floor in a puddle, the rest bloated and filled him to hot, sticky discomfort. He felt drunk, his head swimming and weighted against reality as he processed what had occurred and tried to fathom it. He knew Souris mice were big cummers, but Latte had succeeded where his brother never could: he decimated one of Nori’s condoms. Nori made those out of a rubber similar to that of his pet rubber Pokégolem Silk’s body!\n\nIt took seconds. Maybe a lot of seconds, Nori wasn’t sure. But just when it all ebbed off and seemed to calm down, Latte unceremoniously withdrew. He pulled out of Nori with a lewd, sloppy ‘schllprt!’ sounding throughout the bathroom, and released the raccoon all at once so he crumpled onto the floor. Nori collapsed on shaky knees into a collective mess of his and Latte’s spunk, fingers clawing uselessly at the stall wall as he tried to gather himself. He heard Latte pull the broken, useless condom off and then felt it as it landed on his head, trying to ignore it as he quelled the aching, residual twangs of pleasure that pulsated through his body.\n\n“Fuckin’… fuck,” Latte grumbled as he stuffed his sticky, sloppy dick into his jeans and loudly zipped them up. He didn’t say anything else, not even some edged insult to Nori. Instead, he opened the stall door and stomped out of the bathroom to leave the raccoon to his mess.\n\nPeople stared at him as he stepped out. They knew what he did, they saw two men enter that bathroom and took notice when only one left. It was likely they even heard Nori’s yelping and moaning as Latte fucked him senseless. Latte paused as he met the stares of almost everyone around, scowling at the lot of them. Yeah, he’d fucked a guy, so what? What exactly were the rest of those people doing with their night? At least he got some, and it felt fucking amazing. Embarrassment threatened to have Latte upchuck all those shots he drank on the bar room floor, and it showed on his face as even his ears angrily blushed. He stomped across the bar and towards the door, stopping only for a moment to shoot a particularly small-looking fellow a look that made them jump before he exited the bar.\n\nGetting out to his car, Latte got in and flopped back against the driver’s seat. He reached up and rubbed his eyes with a hand, cursing as doing so smeared some sticky mess of lube and spunk against his face. The following adult tantrum that followed was less than flattering, resulting in more than a few disruptive car horn honking as the mouse’s frustration came to the forefront.\n\nLatte saw Nori a little more seldom after that night. The raccoon had stopped showing up to Milkette’s gaming soirees, stopped ‘bumping into’ Latte on his patrols, and showed up at the Mouse Pad less. Every now and then, however, that mustelid would breeze into Latte’s life with a knowing look and a flirty smile.\n\nAs much as he’d deny it, it wasn’t the last time he was ‘coerced’ into pounding that ass, either.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Going Down on a Subterfuge
Authored by Milkie

Happy Birthday, Nori! Congratulations on:
Converting more people than the Mormons!
Getting people to change teams more often than the NFL!
Talking Jon into a nanotech dick!
And generally just being a cool bro.


\tIt all started in a living room, with just one little thought.

But then that’s how all things begin, isn’t it? One thought can set countless possibilities into motion.

 Latte Souris had a big living room with mostly empty space and hardwood flooring; two leather couches positioned in an L-shape, one air hockey table, one end table on the far side of one of the couches, an entertainment system setup, and one big TV. There were scarcely a couple of lamps to provide adequate lighting and the overhead ceiling light was dirty enough on the inside of its glass dome to be dimmed. But it had space, and that was suitable for certain purposes – such as parties or small soirees.

\tLatte didn’t have many parties. He was a popular enough guy, but his job on the police force kept him more than occupied. Any company he did have was often short-lived in his busy life, which made it a real shame his house had so much space in it. Aside from his daughter, Tamira, and his little brother, Vanilla, Latte had no roommates to speak of and neither of them were at the house very long with one heading to work and the other heading to daycare on a regular basis. In the end, he had no problem when one of his friends or family wanted to use his house. Someone had to get some use out of it for the amount he had to pay just to live there.

\tUsually it was his brothers’ or sisters’ friends coming over and using whatever daylight they could to play video games together where they won’t be bothering anyone. As soon as Latte had to put his daughter to bed, those sorts of gatherings would disperse for more night-oriented activities like going out to eat at a restaurant. They were often respectable of the ‘don’t touch those’ and ‘don’t do that’s, so when Latte would come home to a living room full of approximately five or so people, he was never all that alarmed or worried. Heck, if he was, he could have cleared them out without much fuss.

\tOne night, his sister Milkette decided to bring a bunch of people to Latte’s house. It made sense; since she lived in an apartment with her twin brother Milkie, she didn’t have much space for anything over three visitors plus herself and maybe her brother. That said, when latte came home there was a group of four girls all crowding around his TV in his living room playing video games. The girl gaggle consisted of Milkette, of course; one lemur with short, kind of shaggy black hair; one busty golden retriever; one shapely raccoon with silver hair; and a Pikachu with the tips of her brown hair dyed blue. It was a real motley sort of crew, busily gaming away from their spots on little throw-pillows scattered around the floor.

\tLatte got home that night and said little to disturb them. The whole lot of them were hooting and hollering over the newest something-or-other for the Nintendo what’s-it-called. Instead, the eldest Souris son just came in, got changed out of his uniform, and then grabbed a beer from his fridge before taking a seat on one of his couches next to his younger brother. There, he opened his beer and just sort of watched the girls play their game… and kept an eye on the girls. They were lookers, all having something or other to stare at and admire. Heck, even Milkette was attractive, and Latte still felt really weird to think so, but she fit right in with the group.

\t“Quit eying them up, yeesh,” Latte’s younger brother, Vanilla, said. The white-furred mouse didn’t even look up from his phone as he tapped and swiped. Naturally the eighteen-year-old wasn’t interested in the veritable buffet set out before him.

\tLatte scoffed at the notion, but grinned. “Freaky as she is, Milkette keeps some nice company,” He said. They really did seem nice beyond their appearance, down-to-earth in the sort of way only nerdy girls could really manage.

\tThe raccoon rose off her knees to reach for something – maybe it was a drink, Latte couldn’t really tell. What he could tell was that the raccoon had one nice ass. She wasn’t as busty as her friends that much was obvious; in fact compared to the jiggling bra-stretchers of almost everyone else in the room (save the fat-assed lemur), it seemed the raccoon was as flat as board. But there was something appealing about that slight appearance, the trimness of that body that flowed from a narrow torso to proper, wide hips and a set of thighs oh-so-succulent. She was nice to look at, even just in general, with her backwards fur colours. Most raccoons had light fur mostly and dark swathes over their feet and hands, but this one was the opposite: light accents on a dark majority.

\tIt helped that she’d squeezed into some leggings, nylon or Lycra or something out of a Lulu Lemon store, and the short skirt she wore pretty much showed off her entire rear end when she got up. She kept her soft, bushy tail lifted high to offer a very open showing of how that stretchy fabric was pulled so taut that it became somewhat transparent in places. It was the sort of ass to make loins tremble and could only be described as juicy. When she laughed and wiggled, it jiggled and jostled. When she sat back down on her knees, the fatty flesh of those bubble-round cheeks squished out like marshmallow.

\tLatte sucked in a breath. “I like that one,” He muttered to his brother.

\tThe pajama-pants-wearing boy looked up from his phone just to take a passing glance at whomever Latte was ogling. Upon seeing who it was, he barely smirked. “Me too,” He said.

\tThat made Latte scrunch his brow as he sucked down some of his beer. “Really?” he asked as he withdrew the bottle from his lips, “But you’re…”

\t“Gay,” Vanilla finished his brother’s thought, “Yes.”

\t“So then why do you like her?” Latte passed a glance back at the back of the raccoon girl. She was feminine, she was a girl. Vanilla didn’t like girls. He didn’t like their girl-parts. With her long silvery hair and the way her tube-top showed off her cute shoulders, that raccoon was very much a girl – a girl Latte wanted to wrap his big hands around.

\tVanilla shot Latte a look of ‘are you stupid?’ that only a teenager could muster. “Seriously?” He asked flatly.

\t“What?” Latte cocked a brow.

\t“For one, being gay doesn’t mean that I don’t think girls are pretty – it means that I don’t want to put my penis inside them. For two, that’s a guy, you idiot,” Vanilla grinned, “A guy. With a dick. His name is Nori.”

\tGiven that mice have fur, Latte couldn’t really go pale; but at that moment Vanilla could swear he watched his older brother, all six feet and three inches tall of him, built like a weightlifter, and oozing more heterosexual testosterone than anyone ought to be comfortable with, chalk his creamed-coffee fur a couple shades brighter. His green eyes were wide with a comic look of disbelief that Vanilla openly laughed at, drawing a little attention from the girls around the room. Latte stayed very quiet and ignored all the attention, bringing his eyes back to the raccoon who shot a look over her – his, rather – shoulder. He stared at Latte with one visible golden-orange eye, the other obscured behind arguably feminine bangs swept to one side.

\tHe wore a little grin too. A knowing smile.

\t“Better tune your gaydar, homo,” Vanilla jeered.

\tThe girls got back to playing and Latte just stared. He stared straight ahead as Nori got back into the game. He watched as the raccoon lifted and bent forwards, resting his elbows on the floor and sticking his big, bouncy, jiggly, juicy ass up into the air like he was attempting the downward-facing dog. And he swayed it, back and forth, left and right, wiggling it in little excited motions that sent his soft tail flicking every which way. Those thick thighs were spread somewhat, and nested between them was the obvious bump in those nylon leggings of a pair of nuts; a plump-looking bulge that made Latte almost feel a little queasy.

\t“No fucking way…” Latte muttered under his breath.

\tVanilla reached over and took Latte’s beer to take a little sip himself. “Yup,” Vanilla mockingly mimicked his older brother in sucking in a breath, “Oh yeah, I’d be all up in that. Or he’d be up in me, I dunno.”

\tWhen he handed Latte back his drink, the older mouse rose to his feet and stalking out of the room. Vanilla couldn’t help but laugh again.

\tAnd that was how it started. It was all downhill from there.

\tNori started showing up more often. He kept going to Latte’s house with Milkette, appearing at those gatherings with frequency. He kept just being at the Mouse Pad whenever Latte would stop in to look at games or talk with his brother or sister. Nori even started showing up on Latte’s regular patrol routes while he was working. Every time Latte nearly tripped over the sneaky raccoon, Nori was wearing something to draw the eye or doing something that would accentuate just how utterly ‘hnnnng’-inducing his butt was or would just be terribly suggestive. Everything from tight pants, to hip-gyrating dance moves, to deep-throating popsicles, to suggestive-yet-natural poses and positions, Nori was relentless. Latte would look, of course, even when he didn’t mean to. His eye was drawn to Nori’s curves time and again and every time Nori just gave him that same look.

\tIt was a smoldering look, oftentimes coupled with a pucker of surprisingly soft-looking lips. It didn’t help the guy wore lip-gloss sometimes.

\tEventually it became a little more direct. Nori would brush up against Latte when walking past, or accidentally slide across the mouse’s leg with his tail. Latte would overhear conversations between Nori and Milkette about blatantly sexual details, many of which being geared towards how well Nori could take a dick. Hell, he even heard Nori moan once, and Latte was loathe to admit that the sound made him feel… funny. It became less that Latte was thinking about Nori, but rather he just couldn’t get away from the guy. It seemed like every time Latte turned around, he’d just be there waiting to silently promise all sorts of exciting and lewd activities with nothing more than flirty eyes and a pushed-out hip that spoke volumes.

\tLatte did his best to be subtle about it, but being the kind of guy he was made ‘subtle’ a near impossibility. The only thing he could think to do was rampantly avoid any discussion or any thought towards Nori or the weird shit the raccoon would pull. He vented his frustration by grilling his sister, chastising her about how she hung around such feminine guys. “He’s probably gay,” Latte would write in text messages, “I don’t know how you can even like a guy like that.” Naturally it brought some ire upon him from Milkette, but Latte would have done anything to discourage her from bringing that damn raccoon to his house again. Vanilla was a worse case, being aware of Latte’s initial mistake. He’d punched the kid more than once over it, and that worked to dissuade him from mocking, at least for a little while at a time.

\tIt went on for a couple of weeks. It left Latte confused. One problem was that he just kept looking. The first few times it was just an accident. Nori’s jeans would be so second-skin that the guy’s ass crack was obvious, how was Latte not supposed to notice that? The second time Nori was practically waving it around in his face, so he couldn’t be blamed for that. The eighth time, Nori was wearing some kind of brightly-coloured panties just made to draw attention. The fifteenth time… well Latte couldn’t really peg why he looked past that time and well into the twenties. At that point it just became frustrating because Latte was aware he was doing it and aware that he didn’t want to… but he did anyway. He looked. He stared. Nori’s ass was a girl-butt. It wasn’t fair.

\tLatte could have just gotten Nori to fuck off, too. He could have done it easily. He could have actually approached the guy and just said, flat out: fuck off and stop hitting on me. He knew Nori was hitting on him. The raccoon was far from subtle about it. Latte could have intimidated Nori into leaving him alone, but he didn’t. The few times Latte did try to regard Nori with a stern edge or even threats or dismissal, Nori spun it around into something else. Threats to pound the guy were moot, since Nori would just pull a very Takei ‘oh my.’ Outright calling him out for being some cross-dressing little fag-boy just prompted Nori to quip about how Latte took notice and to ask him if he liked it. Latte hated that one, because by then he was pretty convinced that he kinda maybe liked it.

\tIt was probably about the time Latte was working out in his home gym he’d set up in his basement - when his mind wandered to thoughts of pumping the hell outta some lucky girl on his bench press, and that girl turned out to be Nori in his mind’s eye – that he finally determined that Nori was an absolute frustration and if he ever saw the guy again, he’d kill him outright.

\tIt was Nori’s fault. Latte wasn’t gay; he wasn’t even bi. It wasn’t his fault that Nori looked like a girl, smelled like a girl, and giggled like a girl. It wasn’t Latte’s fault that Nori had a bigger, rounder butt than his ex-fiancé ever did, even when she was pregnant. It wasn’t Latte’s fault the guy looked like he could suck the rust off a trailer hitch. It was Nori’s fault for being and having all of those things, for coming on so strongly and for...

\tGod damn it, Latte may have actually been into that jackass.

\tThe natural course of action at that point was to go pick up a girl. Latte had to prove to himself after accidentally fantasizing about the fuckable boy-butt of another man that he still had it in him to get excited at the look of a woman. So one night he decided he’d go to the place guys like him would feel the most comfortable – the bar. He could go and pick up a girl pretty easily there, easier than normal with the whole alcohol factor… not that he needed it or anything, but it was desperate times. He made sure Vanilla could look after his daughter for the night, and then hit up the bar scene.

\tLatte loved to brag, but setting it all aside? People were attracted to him. When he wanted to be, he was charismatic, he was funny, clever sometimes even. He had a charming laugh that coupled well with his strong jaw and handsome features. He had a build that was big and tall, foreign to his rodent species, and the sort of presence that made people feel safe and protected. He could attract a crowd easily enough without really trying to, and generally got along well with the people around him even if he really didn’t much care for them. It was a talent he had, and one that was put to good use at the bar.

\tSome women were just attracted to his looks. They had good enough reason to: he’d walk into the bar looking fit to be a bouncer for the place. His black t-shirt that night was tight enough to show off the expanse of his strong chest and just how big around his arms were. He was strong, but not morbidly so, and still welcoming in a way. His face was fitting for a handsome man of 28, and the size of his mousey ears passed off as being cute. Arguably, how much he filled out his jeans really helped. Every male in his family was known for being very gifted, and like in all other things, Latte was the biggest out of all of them. There were stallions in that place who were shorter, smaller, and lesser-endowed than he was. Some women were just into that sort of man: the kind who not only looked ready to take charge, but did it naturally.

\tThe mouse started off the night by getting a few drinks, just to loosen himself up a little bit. A few shots did the trick; he was the sort of guy who enjoyed a Jägerbomb or two… or three. With a combination of energy drink and alcohol, it all went down that much easier and allowed for quicker ‘relaxation.’ Latte’s personality never changed much when he drank, he’d just get more friendly and open to other people. It didn’t take him long after pounding back those few shots to start chatting people up, getting into conversations about sports or even quasi-political discussions. It was all in good fun, and he attracted a crowd like always. He had a group of ‘drinking friends’ within an hour, and he didn’t personally know a single one of them.

\tAfter two hours of chatting to unfamiliar faces and getting one more beer slowly into him, Latte was pleasantly surprised to find his lap filled. Some little something-or-other, a slight girl, plopped themselves right into his lap much to the amusement of the group Latte had seamlessly synergized into. The cute little thing had a nice rear, planted not-too-subtle in his lap as far back as possible so that her back rested flush against his chest and her butt pressed into his crotch. She wore some kind of shorts or something, a very thin material that squeezed her warm thighs. Latte dragged his fingers a little along her leg to find where the material pinched against her mid-thigh to tease his fingers briskly along the crease the shorts’ leg holes created. She wore a purple top that hung off one shoulder, and who knew what kind of footwear, resulting in a look that was pulled straight from the way the 80’s were depicted in 90’s television. She got comfortable, her soft, fluffy tail of dark gray and light gray stripes lifting to brush along his cheek.

\t“Wait a minute…” Latte muttered. Light gray stripes, dark gray shoulders, silver hair… and a knowing, orange-gold gaze of one eye, the other hidden behind femininely swept-over bangs.

\tLatte squeezed Nori’s thigh, his other hand clenching into a fist on the bar top. “You motherfucker,” He almost snarled.

\t“Ew, beer-breath,” Nori tsk’d, placed his purse on the bar, and rose his hands in a careless shrug. He was wearing thick orange wrist bands, “Yes, it’s me, the jiggle-butted boy you’ve been pining for!”

\tLatte leaned over Nori to try and stare at his face with a white-hot anger. Nori simply ignored the glare and tilted his head to expose some of his neck and the lovely smell of his perfume to Latte’s senses. His soft hair fell aside attractively. “Latte Souris, you dog you,” Nori cooed, his tail falling aside to drape off of Latte’s lap, “For weeks you’ve been eying me up like a protein shake, it’s made me feel rather self-conscious, you know!”

\tKnowing how utterly wrought with bullshit Nori’s statements were, Latte shook his head, “Don’t flatter yourself, faggot.”

\tNori sighed wistfully and folded his arms on the bar top. He bent forwards and arched his back just right, his fat, pillow ass molding around Latte’s growing bulge almost too perfectly. “Oh, yes, call me names,” Nori said, “Get frustrated at your confusion and take it out on the poor boy whose ass you’ve been wondering about as if I’m somehow responsible for the way you think and feel.”

\tThe raccoon looked over his shoulder and straight into Latte’s soul. “Let me make this simple for you, big, chiseled, and buck-toothed,” Nori mused, “You like big, round butts. I have a big, round butt better than any lady you’re going to find in this bar. Ergo, which means ‘therefore,’ it stands to reason that you and your surprisingly healthy mouse-dick like my butt. It’s simple deductive reasoning.”

\tLatte grit his teeth and leaned away from the feminine male. “You’re so fulla…”

\tNori let out a sigh that made Latte’s dick twitch. He started to roll his hips, grinding back against Latte’s in a practiced manner. The softness of his round cheeks skillfully clenched around what had been a growing arousal, an erection that started to strain at Latte’s jeans despite everything he’d been saying or doing. Nori’s cheeks were utter warmth that squeezed and rubbed against Latte’s erection, making it grow and stiffen on nothing more than biological response; a natural reaction to friction and stimuli that Latte had little to no control over. A few gyrations of Nori’s hips, and the raccoon would lift himself to lean back against latte’s strong chest and reach up and back to drape his arms around the mouse’s neck. He moved his legs to really straddle Latte’s lap, spreading them wide to hook around latte’s own, exposing his own growing erection pushing in a lewd shape against his tight shorts.

\t“And what’s not to like, Latte?” Nori tilted his head back and purred into Latte’s ear, “I’m soft, gentle... And I can take whatever you can dish out.”

\tLatte made a growling sound as Nori’s blue-painted lips smooched at his jaw. His breathing was heavy, his chest rising behind Nori and pushing against the raccoon’s back with every breath. His nostrils flared, taking in those wonderfully girly scents and even the mint-tasted breath of the little girly-thing occupying his lap. Nori never really stopped his gyrations, working his hips in a rocking motion that hot-dogged Latte’s angry erection between his clenching butt cheeks. Latte’s fist shook on the bar top, his entire body trembling a little with a flash of hot emotions. Anger and arousal were the most dominant of them, but confusion swirled them together and diluted them perfectly. Latte’s fingers dug into Nori’s thigh and raked through his fur and flesh, clawing at the soft, pliant boy-curves.

\tIf Latte didn’t like boys, then why was Nori turning him on so goddamn much?

\t“Oooh, you’re a big boy,” Nori shivered, “Oh my goodness, you’re… enormous, aren’t you? You could really hurt a guy with that thing…”

\tNori chanced to remove himself briefly from Latte’s lap and spin himself around so that when he planted himself back on his mouse-seat, he was facing the big, strong guy. Once again he scooted in nice and close. His chest pressed against Latte’s, and his lap was smothered by raccoon. What made it odd, and what made Latte clench his teeth so hard he felt like he’d draw blood, was that Latte’s bulge was stuffed up between Nori’s thighs. He could feel the other male’s balls smooshing against his dick, and Nori’s own hard-on flattened against Latte’s abdomen. Nori rolled his hips, humping against Latte’s body, feeling with his dick just how pronounced the mouse’s abs were through the skin-tight fabric of his shorts. The best part was that Latte just sat there, rippling muscles rigid with shock.

\tNori took one of Latte’s large hands and placed it upon his fat raccoon butt.

\t“All you ever had to do was ask, big boy,” Nori murmured into Latte’s ear with a taunting giggle, “Just a few little words and you could have destroyed this ass any time you wanted. All day, all night, as hard as you can.”

\tA sudden loud thud against the bar top startled Nori and several other patrons. Latte slammed his fist against the bar hard enough to shake some of the other customers’ drinks. He was breathing like some kind of madman, fit to explode with rage. Nori could feel Latte’s exhales sweep down the back of his neck, and that Latte’s stomach seemed to almost heave with every panting breath. Latte’s fingers squeezed carelessly at Nori’s ass, far too hard and far too rough. His kneading was an insistent tugging and pulling, ruthlessly testing the soft bubble of Nori’s butt cheek’s movements and how it felt cupped in Latte’s large palm. His actions, rough as they were, made the raccoon tremble in excitement. Most women would have been complaining he was squeezing too hard.

\tNori had to pry himself off of Latte and out of the mouse’s grasp. He stepped away from him, snatched up his purse, and with a look all too telling he stepped away. The raccoon flicked his tail and swayed his way towards the bathrooms, his ass set in a rolling grind performed purposefully and flawlessly. Latte got up and followed.

\tThe door slammed open behind Nori just seconds, if that, after he entered the small bar bathroom. He felt a very large hand on the back of his neck grab and squeeze, making his body tense up before he was dragged, toes barely touching the floor, towards the bathroom stalls. Once again, the door slammed open as Latte threw it angrily aside to shove Nori inside of it and follow. It closed and locked, the whole thing happening between them without as much as a word spoken.

\tIt was crowded in that little stall, and to say it was clean would have been a bit of an overstatement. It wasn’t filthy by any means, but lacked the cleanliness of a more comfortable home bathroom. The walls of the stall were unsurprisingly littered with graffiti and immature messages promising good times and calling people out on their sexual preferences. The whole place smelled… well, like a public washroom, mostly scented by urinal pucks. The acoustics were terrible, everything echoed off the tile floors and white brick walls too loudly. It was far from a good place to be, but it was a place and perhaps the only one with a semblance of privacy.

\tNori turned towards latte, reached out, and with both hands cupped the man’s over-filling crotch. What he felt there was nothing short of gigantic, two balls bigger than even the infamous Milkie Souris’ and what appeared to be a far-too-cramped erection that made the lesser-known, almost foot-long Cookie Souris seem small in comparison. Latte was a lot of man in every sense of the term. It was a good thing Nori came prepared.

\t“I want this,” Nori breathed, reaching to the purse slung on his shoulder to pull out a tube of ‘loob’ and a big, round condom. He dropped the purse carelessly after presenting the lubricant and protection, holding them up to Latte. “Give it to me, tough guy,” He said.

\tWhether Nori was intentionally trying to sound goading or was actually genuine in his desire didn’t really matter. Latte grabbed the raccoon with his big hands and spun him around all too easily. It was a sudden motion that made Nori’s head spin, making him lose track of the seconds it took to find himself pushed front-first into the wall of the stall. His cheek and chest were pushed up against the graffiti littered the walls, and his arms were twisted behind him to subdue his movements in a trained fashion. It only took one of Latte’s hands to squeeze both of Nori’s wrists behind his back in an iron grip. Nori didn’t want to wrest himself free of the mouse, but wasn’t sure he could if he had tried. For the mouse’s benefit, Nori pushed his rear back to present.

\tLatte had snatched the lubricant from the other man and held it in his free hand. He used only a finger to hook into Nori’s shorts and tug them down with all the clumsy, eager anger the mouse could muster. He yanked and jerked on those shorts until they came down suitably far enough, Nori’s ass shaking out into the open in a fit of jiggling motions. It was admirable, it stuck out so far and was so round… It was good. It was a good ass, a great ass even. Latte didn’t give himself too much time to think about it, to think about who it belonged to, and instead just kept the idea that it was a fat, fuckable butt in his mind. He did his best to ignore any other aspect of the encounter.

\tHow Latte got himself out of his jeans, Nori could only guess. The raccoon boy-toy tried to watch as he did, but found it hard to twist his head from where he was flattened up against the bathroom stall. Latte was big, though, that much as obvious. He could see the pinkish flesh of Latte’s dick all reddened in angry desire jutting up like a goddamn spire from the mouse’s crotch. He was over a foot long, no doubt about it, and thick enough that Latte’s own large hand couldn’t quite squeeze all the way around it. Latte’s pants were undone totally and hanging off his hips. It would have been impossible for that horse-shaming dick to just escape the open fly. It was too big.

\tThe mouse man tore the condom package with his teeth, which was a risky move, but he pulled it off with a sort of careless savagery. He rolled the ribbed rubber out over his dick, and even if it was wide enough to cover him it was certainly not long enough. Somehow having that latex shield around his dick made him feel more at ease, protected from the vile male-on-male pounding he was about to get down to. He applied the lubricant next as best he could with just one hand. He squeezed the stuff out like toothpaste onto a toothbrush, crushing the tube in his hand and damn near emptying the thing before simply dropping it and starting to rub the stuff in. He smeared that shiny, slimy lube all over his half-covered dick, and with what was left on his hand he reached down and pushed his slickened thumb between Nori’s cheeks. He jammed his thumb against the raccoon’s butthole like he was trying to push a button, making Nori squeak out some kind of excited sound. Lube smeared against Nori’s entrance; not much of it, but a little at least.

\tLatte lined up then, using his free hand to hold his cock. The head of it alone spread Nori’s cheeks in a way that made the girly-boy shiver.

\t“Don’t be too gent—oooh!!”

\tNori should have known he didn’t have to say anything, because Latte obviously wasn’t a happy boy-fucker. He jammed his dick into Nori’s ass like he wanted to hurt the guy, and he succeeded. Nori felt a rush of hot pain as his butt, as jiggly and accommodating as it was, got stretched and reamed. The jolt of stiff pain made Nori’s cock jump and his eyes cross. His body tensed up rigidly, clamping muscles inside his body around the invader that threatened to split him in half. The lube probably didn’t even matter, Latte wasn’t going to be denied. He was big enough, strong enough to have leverage over Nori the likes of which the raccoon wouldn’t be able to combat. With a push of his hips, Latte plunged deeper, against Nori’s natural resistance whether the raccoon wanted it or not. He did want it, of course, but the thrill of being forced made him try and squeeze back all the tighter.

\tHolding Nori’s arms behind his back and gripping his hip so hard one might have expected some bruising, Latte started to wrench his hips back and forth. The first thrust caught Nori a little off guard, his legs wobbled and swayed, pulling him back and slamming him off the stall wall with a resounding thump that echoed throughout the bathroom. Nori couldn’t do anything to stop his body from shaking and jostling around, his cheek hitting the wall over and over again as Latte began to pound his ass for everything his large body was worth. It must have been worth megatons, because Nori felt himself being stretched and stuffed so deeply, he swore he could feel it stirring up his stomach. He couldn’t be sure if Latte was getting everything inside, but he doubted it very much. If Latte wasn’t giving Nori the full Monty, it was because his body just couldn’t handle it.

\tTo Nori’s credit, he wasn’t wrong before. When it came down to being buried a foot into it, Nori’s ass felt no different from a girl’s… Although admittedly, Latte’s experience with anal sex was slim. His Ex never wanted to do it, and when he’d actually given it a shot back in high school, it didn’t go nearly as well as it was going right then. Nori had an ass made for dicks, it was made to be fucked and it was made to bounce. It was crafted, seemingly, for specifically such a purpose and it performed such flawlessly. Latte couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so deep inside anyone, able to feel his enormous balls rubbing and smacking against Nori’s thighs with every plunge. The gravity of it all was nearly crushing Nori, especially when Latte tried to get closer.

Latte leaned against the stall wall, looming over his recipient, braced his arm against the wall, and kept going to town grunting and huffing all the while like an animal.

Latte was hitting something inside Nori. His prostate felt like it was getting punched in the dick over and over again, making every thrust initially hurt before a rush of pleasure would overtake the pain and leave Nori feeling… stupid. The back-and-forth between pain and pleasure made Nori want to collapse on that dirty floor, it made him drool and it made his eyes roll up in utter bliss. The pain was good, it spiced the pleasure and made it that much better. Somewhere in the midst of it all, Nori’s twitching cock unloaded a sticky mess into his shorts and over his belly, making him suck in gasps and let out moans that almost gurgled. He was as incomprehensible as the swath of feelings he was experiencing at once. Latte didn’t even care, he didn’t stop for a second.

Nori’s body was making it all feel so good, even if the guy had lost all control over the situation and wasn’t really trying for the result anymore. Latte continued to batter him, drawing out Nori’s body’s natural reaction to try and resist him. All that squeezing and clamping to try and keep him out just created a sleeve around his dick worth fucking harder. Nori’s ass squeezed around Latte’s dick like it was trying to expel him, but it ended up just feeling like the raccoon was trying to suck him in. It was wonderfully receptive, in a way Latte had never really been used to. He was gentler with women, but with this male tormentor the fucking was almost punishment. Nori had wanted it, seduced it out of him, and so he was going to get it. Nori’s body shuddered in that familiar way to tell Latte he had cum again.

That stupid raccoon was taking it painfully up the ass and loving every second of it. He couldn’t have been comfortable with his arms locked behind his back, hell his shoulders must have felt like they’d pop out of joint at any second… and yet he was cumming buckets. The feeling Latte got from that was a mix of pride and disgust.

Latte had been so focused on wanting to fuck that raccoon so hard he’d be begging him to stop that he wasn’t keeping pace with his own orgasm. All the thrusting and slamming came to a point where Latte squeezed up behind Nori, crushing the raccoon uncomfortably against the wall, and the mouse’s orgasm tore through him. It an almost bestial, grunting moan the mouse came like a fire hose blasting into Nori’s ass. The raccoon, Latte’s receptacle, let out a feminine cry and let his tongue flop out from his stupidly pretty lips as the condom wrapped around Latte’s dick bloated up in quick succession. The stretching Nori received from Latte’s savagery was rivaled by the sheer size that cum-balloon was reaching, and Nori would have wondered if the extra-strength rubber he crafted those things from would hold, if the guy had all his faculties. All he could focus on was how damn hot it felt – both in the literal and figurative sense.

It didn’t. The condom burst open, pouring torrents of hot cum into Nori’s body in a sudden rush that made him hoarsely squeal. Excess escaped his ass and splattered down his legs and onto the floor in a puddle, the rest bloated and filled him to hot, sticky discomfort. He felt drunk, his head swimming and weighted against reality as he processed what had occurred and tried to fathom it. He knew Souris mice were big cummers, but Latte had succeeded where his brother never could: he decimated one of Nori’s condoms. Nori made those out of a rubber similar to that of his pet rubber Pokégolem Silk’s body!

It took seconds. Maybe a lot of seconds, Nori wasn’t sure. But just when it all ebbed off and seemed to calm down, Latte unceremoniously withdrew. He pulled out of Nori with a lewd, sloppy ‘schllprt!’ sounding throughout the bathroom, and released the raccoon all at once so he crumpled onto the floor. Nori collapsed on shaky knees into a collective mess of his and Latte’s spunk, fingers clawing uselessly at the stall wall as he tried to gather himself. He heard Latte pull the broken, useless condom off and then felt it as it landed on his head, trying to ignore it as he quelled the aching, residual twangs of pleasure that pulsated through his body.

“Fuckin’… fuck,” Latte grumbled as he stuffed his sticky, sloppy dick into his jeans and loudly zipped them up. He didn’t say anything else, not even some edged insult to Nori. Instead, he opened the stall door and stomped out of the bathroom to leave the raccoon to his mess.

People stared at him as he stepped out. They knew what he did, they saw two men enter that bathroom and took notice when only one left. It was likely they even heard Nori’s yelping and moaning as Latte fucked him senseless. Latte paused as he met the stares of almost everyone around, scowling at the lot of them. Yeah, he’d fucked a guy, so what? What exactly were the rest of those people doing with their night? At least he got some, and it felt fucking amazing. Embarrassment threatened to have Latte upchuck all those shots he drank on the bar room floor, and it showed on his face as even his ears angrily blushed. He stomped across the bar and towards the door, stopping only for a moment to shoot a particularly small-looking fellow a look that made them jump before he exited the bar.

Getting out to his car, Latte got in and flopped back against the driver’s seat. He reached up and rubbed his eyes with a hand, cursing as doing so smeared some sticky mess of lube and spunk against his face. The following adult tantrum that followed was less than flattering, resulting in more than a few disruptive car horn honking as the mouse’s frustration came to the forefront.

Latte saw Nori a little more seldom after that night. The raccoon had stopped showing up to Milkette’s gaming soirees, stopped ‘bumping into’ Latte on his patrols, and showed up at the Mouse Pad less. Every now and then, however, that mustelid would breeze into Latte’s life with a knowing look and a flirty smile.

As much as he’d deny it, it wasn’t the last time he was ‘coerced’ into pounding that ass, either.

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