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And since Ironmania had partial ownership of the gymnasium and a set of keys, the two could have complete privacy of the entire building and its surrounding grounds.\n\nThe weather was warm, but not overbearing, with a cooling cross-breeze that gently whispered through the air. It was the weekend and the gym was closed. They could spend the whole weekend there if they wanted. Only the reason for them being there wasn't to screw around in the gym, not that that wasn't on their minds of course, but to only play a friendly competitive game of tennis.\n\nSomething that was a faded neon yellow sphere was clutched tightly in Nate's black paw. A tennis ball to be exact. The raccoon gave it a couple of bounces and sent it into the air. \"Love/Love; service!\" he called out and struck the falling ball.\n\nThe ball wailed through the air, only to change direction suddenly with a quick strike from Ironmania's racket. A bounce, a spike, and the ball whizzed over the net again, bouncing off the ground and falling just short of the kitty's racket, landing out.\n\n\"My point,\" Nate said, the grin getting wider.\n\n\"Lucky shot,\" the ocelot grumbled under his breath while he retrieved the ball. A few bounces: \"Love/15; service!\" The ball whizzed over the net, only to return by an unflinching Nate. Ironmania returned it after the bounce, which got spiked back suddenly, reverberating off the ground past a dumbfounded Iron's feet and tumbled out.\n\n\"My point,\" Nate repeated with a hint of arrogance. Clearly he was in a zone much higher than his feline friend. Ironmania had to step up his game if he wanted to compete on Nate's level.\n\n\"Dammit,\" heaved out from the ocelot's throat. Nate only stood there and watched the kitty rush off to retrieve the ball once again, tilting his head as the cat bent down to snatch the ball. Licking his lips, the raccoon stared at the luscious backside of his game partner. So juicy, so supple.\n\n'And that will be mine today,' said Nate's inner voice, 'all mine, for the taking.' A small twinge crept through his groin as he watched the cat's tail rise, showing off the forbidden zone. No underwear. A glorious pair of succulent balls hung under that ample rump, probably full of hot, steamy kitty spunk aching for release. Nate wanted those balls to drain inside his ass, and hopefully he'd get that wish.\n\nOf course Ironmania knew Nate was looking at his ass which is why he raised his tail nice and high for him and purposely forgot to wear his underwear to tantalize his game partner, knowing quite well what Nate wanted if he won. And secretly Ironmania wanted his friend to win anyway, to see what the raccoon had in store for him. The cat stayed bent over for some time, hoping his friend was sporting a boner when he got back.\n\n'Maybe I'll get some tail,” thought the cat as he returned with the ball. At a glance, Nate's jeans were tented as he stood there, gazing emptily. 'Yes, just what I was expecting,' thought Ironmania as he frizzed his tail up with fake frustration while bouncing the ball along the way.\n\n\"You're not even trying, are you?\" The irritation in the ocelot's voice was forced, wanting to see his friend's expression. The raccoon's dirty thoughts were interrupted by Ironmania's question and returned his gaze at a very irritated kitty. A smile crept along Nate's lips as he began to speak.\n\n\"Well.\" Nate feigned in-depth thinking, stroking his chin to emphasize his thoughts. After a moment passed, he finally responded: \"Not really.\" The skinny raccoon loved watching his friends squirm under pressure. Always made them an easier target for him, not that he didn't love the fight of course.\n\n\"Whatever,\" the cat said and tossed the ball up, \"Love/30; service!\" And The game went on for sometime more. Ironmania was in the zone now. He actually scored a few times. Back and forth, back and forth the ball went, until . . .\n\n\"Deuce; service!\" Nate called and cracked the ball over the net. Bounce. Smack. Net. Bounce. STRIKE! Nate spiked it hard, drilling it into the ground over the net and causing it to sail high into the air. It hit the highest point in it's arc, seemed to hold its place suspended in the air and soon fell into its descent.\n\nJust like out of a cartoon, Ironmania circled around the descending ball. Nate couldn't help but think how silly his friend looked, running in circles in a vain attempt to hit the ball. And again out of a cliche cartoon plot, it bonked him smack-dab in between the eyes, knocking him to the ground. Nate couldn't contain himself and belted out raucous laughter as the ball bounced lower and lower until it simply rolled out.\n\nAfter coming to, Nate stood over Iron chuckling. \"Game, Set, Match, Iron meh boy,\" he said, holding out his paw to his fallen comrade. The cat took Nate's paw into his and was hefted to his feet. \"Good game, man,\" Nate said, shaking Ironmania's paw.\n\n\"Yeah, it was,\" he huffed out and grinned, \"you're very good at this.\"\n\n\"Eh, not a big fan of the game,\" Nate said, brushing the whole game off like it was nothing but a tic-tac-toe match to him. \"So, about my winnings?\" he said while wringing his paws together, as if he were the villain and finally got his quarry to surrender to his will.\n\n\"Yeah, that, it's whatever you want, Nate,\" came an exhausted reply from a very tired cat. In the back of his mind, Ironmania was cheering. This is what he wanted all along. The cat, however, was broken out of his thoughts by a sudden tug of the wrist into the warm embrace of his slinky friend.\n\nThe ocelot's cheeks began to burn from the sudden lip lock, which only deepened when a warm and wet intruder slipped into his mouth. Nate grabbed hold of a butt cheek in each paw and gave a hearty squeeze, loving the feeling of how the flesh just squished between his fingers. The heavy petting caused a soft moan to pass from Ironmania's throat and into Nate's. The raccoon always wanted to take each meaty ass cheek into his paws and just squeeze away until he was satisfied.\n\nWhile dragging his tongue along his friend's teeth, Nate's thigh pressed against the kitty's groin. It felt heated as it dug into Iron's needy nethers. He soon gave into his instincts and began to grind against the raccoon's thigh, purring into the kiss.\n\nAfter a minute that seemed to last for far longer than that, Nate broke the kiss and licked his friend's nose, chuckling. Ironmania was lost in bliss, eyes half open, filled with want . . . no, need that he couldn't stand any longer. Now the shoe was on the other foot as Ironmania drug Nate towards the locker room doors. The kitty needed to relieve some built-up tension, and his friend was his salvation.\n\nThe building was quite big, being a gymnasium. Windows were dark, giving the place a foreboding atmosphere, but neither cat nor raccoon minded as they passed through the heavy locker room doors. As soon as they passed through and the doors shut behind them, the room filled with the reverberating echo of the doors loudly clicking shut. The place was deserted; no one was there that day since it was closed for the weekend. The ocelot closed and locked the doors in a quick motion, depositing the keys in his back pocket. Ironmania turned to face his succulent raccoon friend.\n\n\"Now, for what the winner truly gets,\" Ironmania said in a hormone-driven voice. In one swift motion, the kitty removed his friend's ball cap and tossed it aside.\n\nBefore Nate's hat could touch tile, he found himself laying on one of the locker room benches on his back with a very horny cat digging at his belt buckle. The raccoon couldn't help but chitter while watching his friend pull open the belt and undo the button. Soon the zipper flew open and off came the jeans in one fell swoop. The boots followed soon after. What the jeans were hiding was a pair of tight purple underwear that had a dark spot forming through the fabric. The lithe kitty ran his rough tongue against the raccoon's sheath through the fabric, sending waves of pleasure through Nate.\n\nThe raccoon's musk was heavy and needy while Ironmania drew the underwear down, exposing the heated sheath to the cool air of the locker room. The cat pressed his nose to the spot between the balls and sheath and inhaled the heavy raccoon musk, sending a shiver through himself on the exhale. His friend's scent was intense, making him inhale more and more deeply, enjoying each lung-full of raccoon musk. A pink cocktip poked through the top of the raccoon's sheath, dribbling pre. With his rough tongue, the cat drew it from the base to the tip of the sheath which elicited a lustful moan from Nate. Ironmania circled the lip of the sheath, teasing the cocktip out into his waiting maw. In no time, the cock engorged with blood making it dark purple/pink in color while it slid out of it's furry prison.\n\n\"Big boy,\" Ironmania purred and began to nibble the tip of the 'coon cock. Nate's tail twitched behind him as the cat took the meat into his hot maw and clamped his lips shut, tasting every single succulent inch. A gasp came from Nate's mouth when the cat deep-throated him suddenly.\n\nThe raccoon began to stroke through the cat's soft headfur, chittering softly from the blowjob he was receiving. Now balls deep on his friend's stiff dick, he began to suck, bobbing his head up and down in agonizingly slow motions, drawing moans from his taller friend with each rough suckle. The sandpaper tongue would circle the tip before he went back down to the base, a deep and hard purr traveling up his throat that vibrated against his friend's hard meat.\n\n\"You've done this befo -\" Nate started, only to be silenced suddenly with another long slow lick of the sandpaper tongue from balls to tip. Nate arched his back and moaned deeply as pre began to squirt from his cock after Ironmania gave another harsh lick. A second pair of pants hit the floor, this time exposing a very eager and drippy cat cock.\n\nIronmania pulled off from the raccoon's aching cock suddenly to undo his shoes and slip off his socks. Nate, feeling neglected a little, began to idly stroke his length while watching his friend drop his shoes, socks and shirt to the tiled floor.\n\n\"So, now what?\" Nate asked, still feeling pent up and agitated while he drew his paw to his lips to lick away the excess pre. The ocelot lifted Nate's legs up to his shoulders, answering his question. Nate chittered hard while Ironmania lined up his cocktip with his friend's awaiting tail pucker. The femmy kitty's cock had hardened nubs that ran from just below the tip down to the base. This was going to be one bumpy ride for Nate, but his tail twitching signified that he was certainly going to enjoy it.\n\n\"Well, I'm going to do this!\" he said, plowing his cock into the unprepared raccoon's ass.\n\nNate squished his eyes shut and yelped out in pain, his cock going limp suddenly. The sudden motion in turn made Nate's sore asshole clamp down hard on his friend's nubbed member, making pent up pre squirt into the raccoon's warm bowels.\n\nNate soon felt comforting kisses descend upon his body. The kisses brought forth soft chitters that vibrated from the raccoon's chest while Ironmania tried to comfort him through this pain. Pain was replaced by pleasure with each caring peck. Soon, Nate's cock began to pulse to life with blood once more, swelling up even harder than before. Nate needed it more than ever now while Ironmania pulled back and gazed at his friend, eyes clouded with lust.\n\n\"Ready?\" asked Ironmania. Nate nodded and smiled, chittering warmly while he clenched his pink tailhole around the thick intruder. That was the cue for the cat to start and he drew back to his tip only to hilt gently into his friend's tight ass again, but this time instead of a groan of pain, a soft pleased gasp escaped Nate's lips. Knowing his friend was comfortable now, the ocelot got into a smooth rhythm, going balls deep once and a while so as to get his friend to moan, feeling his kitty cock being milked by Nate's asshole.\n\nNate's bowels became slick with Ironmania's pre, making the ride more pleasurable for the both of them. The cat leaned down to kiss Nate only to be embraced. Nate moaned into Iron's ear, making the kitty drive his cock deeper into his friend's depths, wanting the velvet walls to caress his cock more and more with each thrust. Nate could feel every hard inch of the bumpy cock as it drove into him, more pre pouring into his now loose hole. Soon precum began to leak from the raccoon's plugged ass. Wet squelches could be heard now with each loving hump, echoing off the tiles of the cold locker room walls.\n\nThe rhythm quickened as two sets of lips met, going deeper and deeper with each tender thrust. Tongues wrestled and lap met ass in the hot lovemaking. However, soft thuds turned into harsh slaps as Ironmania's orgasm drew close, but Nate wasn't even halfway there yet.\n\nIronmania broke the kiss and began to pant and groan. Nate knew what was happening, and hoped that his friend would hold it for just a bit longer. The raccoon's prayers went unanswered, of course, once he felt the cat's lap meet his ass for the final time and a warm fluid flooding his rectum. The spent Ironmania slumped into the disappointed Nate's arms, both panting.\n\n\"That felt great,\" panted out the cat. Nate didn't answer. He just laid there stone faced as his friend got up. \"Okay, gotta pee.\" The cat pulled out with a wet pop, gave him a peck on the cheek and strode off to the restroom, leaving an unfinished raccoon to his thoughts.\n\n'You bastard,' thought Nate angrily, 'you left me wanting more, hungry for more . . . wait, \"hungry?\"' A smile crept across Nate's lips as a wonderfully awful idea clouded his mind. He stood up, brushed himself off and went into the restroom as well, tail bristled and agitatedly twitching to and fro behind him.\n\nThe ocelot stood in front of a urinal, his piss splashing into the basin below as Nate slunk up behind him. The slinky raccoon leaned forward and nibbled Iron's neck hungrily, a soft purr trembled in the cat's chest.\n\n\"Hey,\" he whispered into the cat's ear, \"I have an awesome idea, Iron.\"\n\n\"Mmm, what is it?\" Ironamania said, blissfully unaware of what was going on inside his devious friend's twisted mind.\n\n\"I feel a little hungry, how about a bite?\" Nate asked with a devilish grin.\n\n\"Sure, anything the winner wants,\" said the cat as he shook out the last few drops and turned around to face Nate. \"What do you wan-.\" He tried to finish, only to find his sentence muffled as his head was suddenly engulfed in hot wet flesh. A slimy strong muscle whisked under his chin and suddenly he knew where his face was . . . in Nate's mouth.\n\nIronmania began to struggle, only to have his arms pinned to his sides by the wrists. Nate gulped suddenly, taking in the ocelot's head with ease. The raccoon enjoyed the taste of his prey, chittering softly while he savored every little morsel of this meal.\n\n“Woah, man, what are you doing?” came a surprised muffled reply. The only answer he got was another wet and sloppy gulp, bringing his shoulders into the hungry maw. The throat looked dark as Ironmania's head slipped in. The smell was nothing but stale breakfast all around him, making his nose wrinkle. Another gulp brought his hips to Nate's lips.\n\nNate sat down carefully and tipped his head back, making the descent of his prey easier on the both of them. SLURP! Ironmania's butt was in Nate's mouth now. The raccoon held onto his friend's legs, not only to steady his descent, but also so that he wouldn't fight back.\n\n“Hey, is this a joke? Let me OUT!” Ironmania shouted, but the only place the shouts were going was straight down to Nate's stomach, which is where the cat was heading next.\n\nJust to screw with his prey, he lashed out, licking Ironmania's sheath, tasting the sour flavor of urine. The cat's cries for help turned to moans of pleasure as his cock began to harden again. As soon as Nate felt the cock was fully erect, he gulped again. Thighs. Knees. Ankles. Until, only the feet and tail tip were all that was left. Nate slurped and gulped down the rest of his meal and felt along his throat, feeling the feet slip past his clavicle.\n\nIronmania watched as the flesh parted before him and slid into a hot tight chamber filled with juices, filling it out. The ocelot began to thrash about and call out: \"NATE! Let me OUT!\" The cries were only muffled by the muscles and flesh that was Nate's belly. \"Come on, Nate, I'm sorry, okay?\" It soon dawned on him that he had forgotten something very important. \"Is this because I didn't get you to cum? I was going to get you off, really, don't you believe me? Come on, let me out!\" The only response he got though was a long low rumble. Suddenly, the chamber he was in shrank, squeezing his body into a tight fetal position.\n\nNate let out a loud crass belch, tasting the kitty on his breath again and chittering, rubbing over his very full belly. \"I'll let you out, all right,\" Nate said smugly, \"but not in the way you're hoping for.\"\n\nIron began to look around frantically, trying to find something to jab at the inner lining of the stomach, but all he could find was the mushy remains of Nate's breakfast. The chamber began to fill, causing Iron to thrash around more angrily.\n\nNate only watched as his friend's outlines could be seen through his belly, rubbing over it more. The raccoon enjoyed this the most, the feeling of his prey thrashing about in his belly, causing him to get an erection from all the action. He so wanted to masturbate, but he was too tired to even do that, so he laid down on the cold tiles and got as comfy as he possibly could. Soon, fatigue took over and Nate could only fall asleep on the tiles of the bathroom floor with his meal still thrashing about, which soon faded to nothing but soft gurgles and growls as his meal began to break down.\n\n[center]* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *[/center]\n\nNate awoke the next day and sat up stiffly, cracking his back and rubbing his distended belly. His cock stood at attention from the intense pressure in his bladder, but he brushed it off as nothing. Getting up from the floor, he ambled aimlessly over to the mirror above the sinks to admire his new girth. The reflection showed that his belly had shrank, but was still slightly larger than before he had devoured his friend last night. Wait, his friend?\n\n'Oh yeah, I ate him.' he thought, remembering the flavor while licking his lips. 'Damn, I almost forgot. He tasted great.' Soon the pressure in his bladder got worse, begging for release. So, he wondered over to the urinals and pointed his erect cock down towards the basin, relaxing his bladder. A heated golden stream began to flow from the tip of his cock down into the glistening bowl. The steamy and musky piss smelled vaguely of cat as it splashed onto the urinal cake down below, melting it slightly. It seemed to go on and on, sending waves of pleasure through his body as his bladder slowly deflated.\n\nA minute passed and soon his stream turned into a trickle and soon after a drip. He squirted the last few drops out and flushed away the liquid remains of his friend. He was about to leave the bathroom when the pressure in his bowels growled loudly and shifted downward suddenly.\n\nHolding his stomach and now fully awake, Nate rushed to the nearest stall and slammed open the door. Raising his tail in haste and turning around, he sat on the cold porcelain throne. The slinky raccoon really didn't care the stall door was open. Who was going to see him anyway? The place was locked up yesterday afternoon.\n\nNate relaxed himself and felt something gurgle its way past the trapped shit. It erupting in an explosive fart that echoed throughout the restroom. The smell of digested cat lingered in the cloud as it wafted up to Nate's nostrils. Inhaling the raunchy smell, Nate held his nose and laughed as he rubbed his belly.\n\n\"Still protesting, huh?\" he said, squeezing his belly, \"well too bad, my friend.\" He gave a tight push and groaned as the sludge moved through his bowels, gurgling and growling all the while. Ironmania was ready to make his final journey.\n\nSoon, his pink hole spread and a firm log of dark colored shit began to squeeze out, spreading his cheeks wide. The firmness of it made his cock throb to life and slide free of its furry prison, wanting some attention. The turd started to get thicker, causing a soft moan to escape his lips. He enjoyed this feeling so much, but didn't want to jerk off, because it might interrupt his shit. After a while, the shit pinched off and fell into the bowl. A loud, ominous growl came from his bowels soon after.\n\n\"Uh oh,\" Nate said, squeezing his eyes shut as he bit down on his lip. A sudden shift downward in his bowels caused his body to tense up. He knew what was coming, and boy was it a doozy. After some clenching, his hole was forced open and a torrent of soft sludge exploded from his ass, splashing into the bowl below, staining the clear water a deep brown. Nate's ears laid back and he moaned deeply from the exertion of the diarrhea spluttering from his heated asshole, making his cock throb harder and drool pre.\n\nAfter what seemed like forever, the mud flood slowed to a stop and he sighed in relief . . . only to be met with more trapped gas that spluttered wetly into the bowl. The smell was intense, so he brought his paw back and rested his fingers on the flusher while fanning away the stench with his other paw. \n\n\"Damn, man, you're totally nasty,\" he said as he pressed down the lever and half of his friend's remains swirled down the bowl. The sound and the feeling of the flushing only made Nate hornier for more. The bowl refilled with clean water, but it wouldn't be clean for long.\n\nHe grunted, forcing a new log to part his dirty asshole. Small farts escaped as the log got firmer and thicker, making his cock drool more pre, bringing him close.\n\n\"Mmmm come on, you promised you'd get me off this time, so don't fail me,\" he said between grunts as the log got thicker and thicker, massaging his prostate further. This shit, unlike the others, was garnished with specks of bone and fur as it soon touched down into the clean cool water. This turd broke off and more soft stools flowed from his tailhole, staining the water a murky brown once again.\n\nThe flow stopped suddenly by a blockage. It surprised him, but Nate bared down, moaning deeply while splaying his legs and ears. Whatever it was, it was wedged hard and wouldn't budge just yet. However, with some more straining and a few grunts and groans it popped right out out, jolting him to his limit. With a yelp, he shot hot pent up cum up onto his belly and into his mouth as the obstruction splashed into the nasty water below.\n\n\"Wow, that was intense,\" Nate said, swallowing the cum and panting as he came down from his heavy orgasm. \"Man, when you said you'd make me cum, you meant it. Whew . . .\"\n\nNate cleaned his messy butt and stood up, looking for the obstruction in the bowl. What he found was a pair of empty sockets staring back at him. It was Ironmania's skull sitting atop the foul stew, reminding the raccoon that that was his friend steaming in the bowl. The raccoon only grinned at the skull.\n\n\"Man, you give great head, you know that? Anyway, see you around, man,\" Nate chuckled from his puns while he tossed the soiled toilet paper onto the mound and stroked the flush handle. \"Game, Set, Match, Iron.\" And with that, he slammed the flusher down. The remainder of his friend swirled around the basin in a loud slosh. The last thing to disappear past the trap was the grinning skull.\n\nSurprisingly, the toilet took the whole mass in stride, ending with a soft gurgle as the basin began to refill with clean water. He walked over to the sinks to admire himself again. His paunch had lessened greatly, almost back to it's original size. Nate washed his paws, got dressed and began to leave, only to notice his friend's stuff. He struggled with the thought of leaving them there, to further punish his friend, but his better judgment took over. He picked up Ironmania's clothes and bag and placed them in his bag which he swung over his shoulder.\n\n\"Guess you're going to want these back when you return, huh?\" he asked no one in particular. He found the keys in the shorts pocket and unlocked the place, pulling the closed sign out of the window as he walked into the open air of a new day. “Now . . . what, or who, do I want for breakfast?”","writing_bbcode_parsed":""Okay, so you got it?" Ironmania inquired.  The feminine ocelot was decked out in traditional tennis gear: sweatbands around his wrists and forehead, tank-top, short shorts, sneakers and knee high socks.  He loved dressing up for the game, be it basketball, golf, soccer, bowling, etc. and this day was no different.

"Yeah, winner gets whatever he wants," Nate said with a coy grin on his muzzle.  The tall slinky raccoon, unlike his friend, was dressed in his normal street wear: blue jeans, boots, a black baseball cap and a black t-shirt.  Obviously, he didn't look as if he knew how to even play the game, but more lay beyond his eyes than he was willing to tell.

The competition in question was coined by Ironmania.  A simple tennis game with a prize: the winner gets whatever he wants . . . whatever he wants.  And the loser has to do it.  Nate agreed and Ironmania knew full well that his friend couldn't pass up such a challenge.  And since Ironmania had partial ownership of the gymnasium and a set of keys, the two could have complete privacy of the entire building and its surrounding grounds.

The weather was warm, but not overbearing, with a cooling cross-breeze that gently whispered through the air.  It was the weekend and the gym was closed.  They could spend the whole weekend there if they wanted.  Only the reason for them being there wasn't to screw around in the gym, not that that wasn't on their minds of course, but to only play a friendly competitive game of tennis.

Something that was a faded neon yellow sphere was clutched tightly in Nate's black paw.  A tennis ball to be exact.  The raccoon gave it a couple of bounces and sent it into the air.  "Love/Love; service!" he called out and struck the falling ball.

The ball wailed through the air, only to change direction suddenly with a quick strike from Ironmania's racket.  A bounce, a spike, and the ball whizzed over the net again, bouncing off the ground and falling just short of the kitty's racket, landing out.

"My point," Nate said, the grin getting wider.

"Lucky shot," the ocelot grumbled under his breath while he retrieved the ball.  A few bounces: "Love/15; service!"  The ball whizzed over the net, only to return by an unflinching Nate.  Ironmania returned it after the bounce, which got spiked back suddenly, reverberating off the ground past a dumbfounded Iron's feet and tumbled out.

"My point," Nate repeated with a hint of arrogance.  Clearly he was in a zone much higher than his feline friend.  Ironmania had to step up his game if he wanted to compete on Nate's level.

"Dammit," heaved out from the ocelot's throat.  Nate only stood there and watched the kitty rush off to retrieve the ball once again, tilting his head as the cat bent down to snatch the ball.  Licking his lips, the raccoon stared at the luscious backside of his game partner.  So juicy, so supple.

'And that will be mine today,' said Nate's inner voice, 'all mine, for the taking.'  A small twinge crept through his groin as he watched the cat's tail rise, showing off the forbidden zone.  No underwear.  A glorious pair of succulent balls hung under that ample rump, probably full of hot, steamy kitty spunk aching for release.  Nate wanted those balls to drain inside his ass, and hopefully he'd get that wish.

Of course Ironmania knew Nate was looking at his ass which is why he raised his tail nice and high for him and purposely forgot to wear his underwear to tantalize his game partner, knowing quite well what Nate wanted if he won.  And secretly Ironmania wanted his friend to win anyway, to see what the raccoon had in store for him.  The cat stayed bent over for some time, hoping his friend was sporting a boner when he got back.

'Maybe I'll get some tail,” thought the cat as he returned with the ball.  At a glance, Nate's jeans were tented as he stood there, gazing emptily.  'Yes, just what I was expecting,' thought Ironmania as he frizzed his tail up with fake frustration while bouncing the ball along the way.

"You're not even trying, are you?"  The irritation in the ocelot's voice was forced, wanting to see his friend's expression.  The raccoon's dirty thoughts were interrupted by Ironmania's question and returned his gaze at a very irritated kitty.  A smile crept along Nate's lips as he began to speak.

"Well."  Nate feigned in-depth thinking, stroking his chin to emphasize his thoughts.  After a moment passed, he finally responded: "Not really."  The skinny raccoon loved watching his friends squirm under pressure.  Always made them an easier target for him, not that he didn't love the fight of course.

"Whatever," the cat said and tossed the ball up, "Love/30; service!"  And The game went on for sometime more.  Ironmania was in the zone now.  He actually scored a few times.  Back and forth, back and forth the ball went, until . . .

"Deuce; service!"  Nate called and cracked the ball over the net.  Bounce.  Smack.  Net.  Bounce.  STRIKE!  Nate spiked it hard, drilling it into the ground over the net and causing it to sail high into the air.  It hit the highest point in it's arc, seemed to hold its place suspended in the air and soon fell into its descent.

Just like out of a cartoon, Ironmania circled around the descending ball.  Nate couldn't help but think how silly his friend looked, running in circles in a vain attempt to hit the ball.  And again out of a cliche cartoon plot, it bonked him smack-dab in between the eyes, knocking him to the ground.  Nate couldn't contain himself and belted out raucous laughter as the ball bounced lower and lower until it simply rolled out.

After coming to, Nate stood over Iron chuckling.  "Game, Set, Match, Iron meh boy," he said, holding out his paw to his fallen comrade.  The cat took Nate's paw into his and was hefted to his feet.  "Good game, man," Nate said, shaking Ironmania's paw.

"Yeah, it was," he huffed out and grinned, "you're very good at this."

"Eh, not a big fan of the game," Nate said, brushing the whole game off like it was nothing but a tic-tac-toe match to him.  "So, about my winnings?" he said while wringing his paws together, as if he were the villain and finally got his quarry to surrender to his will.

"Yeah, that, it's whatever you want, Nate," came an exhausted reply from a very tired cat.  In the back of his mind, Ironmania was cheering.  This is what he wanted all along. The cat, however, was broken out of his thoughts by a sudden tug of the wrist into the warm embrace of his slinky friend.

The ocelot's cheeks began to burn from the sudden lip lock, which only deepened when a warm and wet intruder slipped into his mouth.  Nate grabbed hold of a butt cheek in each paw and gave a hearty squeeze, loving the feeling of how the flesh just squished between his fingers.  The heavy petting caused a soft moan to pass from Ironmania's throat and into Nate's.  The raccoon always wanted to take each meaty ass cheek into his paws and just squeeze away until he was satisfied.

While dragging his tongue along his friend's teeth, Nate's thigh pressed against the kitty's groin.  It felt heated as it dug into Iron's needy nethers.  He soon gave into his instincts and began to grind against the raccoon's thigh, purring into the kiss.

After a minute that seemed to last for far longer than that, Nate broke the kiss and licked his friend's nose, chuckling.  Ironmania was lost in bliss, eyes half open, filled with want . . . no, need that he couldn't stand any longer.  Now the shoe was on the other foot as Ironmania drug Nate towards the locker room doors.  The kitty needed to relieve some built-up tension, and his friend was his salvation.

The building was quite big, being a gymnasium.  Windows were dark, giving the place a foreboding atmosphere, but neither cat nor raccoon minded as they passed through the heavy locker room doors.  As soon as they passed through and the doors shut behind them, the room filled with the reverberating echo of the doors loudly clicking shut.  The place was deserted; no one was there that day since it was closed for the weekend.  The ocelot closed and locked the doors in a quick motion, depositing the keys in his back pocket.  Ironmania turned to face his succulent raccoon friend.

"Now, for what the winner truly gets," Ironmania said in a hormone-driven voice.  In one swift motion, the kitty removed his friend's ball cap and tossed it aside.

Before Nate's hat could touch tile, he found himself laying on one of the locker room benches on his back with a very horny cat digging at his belt buckle.  The raccoon couldn't help but chitter while watching his friend pull open the belt and undo the button.  Soon the zipper flew open and off came the jeans in one fell swoop.  The boots followed soon after.  What the jeans were hiding was a pair of tight purple underwear that had a dark spot forming through the fabric.  The lithe kitty ran his rough tongue against the raccoon's sheath through the fabric, sending waves of pleasure through Nate.

The raccoon's musk was heavy and needy while Ironmania drew the underwear down, exposing the heated sheath to the cool air of the locker room.  The cat pressed his nose to the spot between the balls and sheath and inhaled the heavy raccoon musk, sending a shiver through himself on the exhale.  His friend's scent was intense, making him inhale more and more deeply, enjoying each lung-full of raccoon musk.  A pink cocktip poked through the top of the raccoon's sheath, dribbling pre.  With his rough tongue, the cat drew it from the base to the tip of the sheath which elicited a lustful moan from Nate.  Ironmania circled the lip of the sheath, teasing the cocktip out into his waiting maw.  In no time, the cock engorged with blood making it dark purple/pink in color while it slid out of it's furry prison.

"Big boy," Ironmania purred and began to nibble the tip of the 'coon cock.  Nate's tail twitched behind him as the cat took the meat into his hot maw and clamped his lips shut, tasting every single succulent inch.  A gasp came from Nate's mouth when the cat deep-throated him suddenly.

The raccoon began to stroke through the cat's soft headfur, chittering softly from the blowjob he was receiving.  Now balls deep on his friend's stiff dick, he began to suck, bobbing his head up and down in agonizingly slow motions, drawing moans from his taller friend with each rough suckle.  The sandpaper tongue would circle the tip before he went back down to the base, a deep and hard purr traveling up his throat that vibrated against his friend's hard meat.

"You've done this befo -" Nate started, only to be silenced suddenly with another long slow lick of the sandpaper tongue from balls to tip.  Nate arched his back and moaned deeply as pre began to squirt from his cock after Ironmania gave another harsh lick.  A second pair of pants hit the floor, this time exposing a very eager and drippy cat cock.

Ironmania pulled off from the raccoon's aching cock suddenly to undo his shoes and slip off his socks.  Nate, feeling neglected a little, began to idly stroke his length while watching his friend drop his shoes, socks and shirt to the tiled floor.

"So, now what?" Nate asked, still feeling pent up and agitated while he drew his paw to his lips to lick away the excess pre.  The ocelot lifted Nate's legs up to his shoulders, answering his question.  Nate chittered hard while Ironmania lined up his cocktip with his friend's awaiting tail pucker.  The femmy kitty's cock had hardened nubs that ran from just below the tip down to the base.  This was going to be one bumpy ride for Nate, but his tail twitching signified that he was certainly going to enjoy it.

"Well, I'm going to do this!" he said, plowing his cock into the unprepared raccoon's ass.

Nate squished his eyes shut and yelped out in pain, his cock going limp suddenly.  The sudden motion in turn made Nate's sore asshole clamp down hard on his friend's nubbed member, making pent up pre squirt into the raccoon's warm bowels.

Nate soon felt comforting kisses descend upon his body.  The kisses brought forth soft chitters that vibrated from the raccoon's chest while Ironmania tried to comfort him through this pain.  Pain was replaced by pleasure with each caring peck.  Soon, Nate's cock began to pulse to life with blood once more, swelling up even harder than before.  Nate needed it more than ever now while Ironmania pulled back and gazed at his friend, eyes clouded with lust.

"Ready?" asked Ironmania.  Nate nodded and smiled, chittering warmly while he clenched his pink tailhole around the thick intruder.  That was the cue for the cat to start and he drew back to his tip only to hilt gently into his friend's tight ass again, but this time instead of a groan of pain, a soft pleased gasp escaped Nate's lips.  Knowing his friend was comfortable now, the ocelot got into a smooth rhythm, going balls deep once and a while so as to get his friend to moan, feeling his kitty cock being milked by Nate's asshole.

Nate's bowels became slick with Ironmania's pre, making the ride more pleasurable for the both of them.  The cat leaned down to kiss Nate only to be embraced.  Nate moaned into Iron's ear, making the kitty drive his cock deeper into his friend's depths, wanting the velvet walls to caress his cock more and more with each thrust.  Nate could feel every hard inch of the bumpy cock as it drove into him, more pre pouring into his now loose hole.  Soon precum began to leak from the raccoon's plugged ass.  Wet squelches could be heard now with each loving hump, echoing off the tiles of the cold locker room walls.

The rhythm quickened as two sets of lips met, going deeper and deeper with each tender thrust.  Tongues wrestled and lap met ass in the hot lovemaking.  However, soft thuds turned into harsh slaps as Ironmania's orgasm drew close, but Nate wasn't even halfway there yet.

Ironmania broke the kiss and began to pant and groan.  Nate knew what was happening, and hoped that his friend would hold it for just a bit longer.  The raccoon's prayers went unanswered, of course, once he felt the cat's lap meet his ass for the final time and a warm fluid flooding his rectum.  The spent Ironmania slumped into the disappointed Nate's arms, both panting.

"That felt great," panted out the cat.  Nate didn't answer.  He just laid there stone faced as his friend got up.  "Okay, gotta pee."  The cat pulled out with a wet pop, gave him a peck on the cheek and strode off to the restroom, leaving an unfinished raccoon to his thoughts.

'You bastard,' thought Nate angrily, 'you left me wanting more, hungry for more . . . wait, "hungry?"'  A smile crept across Nate's lips as a wonderfully awful idea clouded his mind.  He stood up, brushed himself off and went into the restroom as well, tail bristled and agitatedly twitching to and fro behind him.

The ocelot stood in front of a urinal, his piss splashing into the basin below as Nate slunk up behind him.  The slinky raccoon leaned forward and nibbled Iron's neck hungrily, a soft purr trembled in the cat's chest.

"Hey," he whispered into the cat's ear, "I have an awesome idea, Iron."

"Mmm, what is it?" Ironamania said, blissfully unaware of what was going on inside his devious friend's twisted mind.

"I feel a little hungry, how about a bite?" Nate asked with a devilish grin.

"Sure, anything the winner wants," said the cat as he shook out the last few drops and turned around to face Nate.  "What do you wan-."  He tried to finish, only to find his sentence muffled as his head was suddenly engulfed in hot wet flesh.  A slimy strong muscle whisked under his chin and suddenly he knew where his face was . . . in Nate's mouth.

Ironmania began to struggle, only to have his arms pinned to his sides by the wrists.  Nate gulped suddenly, taking in the ocelot's head with ease.  The raccoon enjoyed the taste of his prey, chittering softly while he savored every little morsel of this meal.

“Woah, man, what are you doing?” came a surprised muffled reply.  The only answer he got was another wet and sloppy gulp, bringing his shoulders into the hungry maw.  The throat looked dark as Ironmania's head slipped in.  The smell was nothing but stale breakfast all around him, making his nose wrinkle.  Another gulp brought his hips to Nate's lips.

Nate sat down carefully and tipped his head back, making the descent of his prey easier on the both of them.  SLURP!  Ironmania's butt was in Nate's mouth now.  The raccoon held onto his friend's legs, not only to steady his descent, but also so that he wouldn't fight back.

“Hey, is this a joke?  Let me OUT!” Ironmania shouted, but the only place the shouts were going was straight down to Nate's stomach, which is where the cat was heading next.

Just to screw with his prey, he lashed out, licking Ironmania's sheath, tasting the sour flavor of urine.  The cat's cries for help turned to moans of pleasure as his cock began to harden again.  As soon as Nate felt the cock was fully erect, he gulped again.  Thighs.  Knees.  Ankles.  Until, only the feet and tail tip were all that was left.  Nate slurped and gulped down the rest of his meal and felt along his throat, feeling the feet slip past his clavicle.

Ironmania watched as the flesh parted before him and slid into a hot tight chamber filled with juices, filling it out.  The ocelot began to thrash about and call out: "NATE!  Let me OUT!"  The cries were only muffled by the muscles and flesh that was Nate's belly.  "Come on, Nate, I'm sorry, okay?"  It soon dawned on him that he had forgotten something very important.  "Is this because I didn't get you to cum?  I was going to get you off, really, don't you believe me?  Come on, let me out!"  The only response he got though was a long  low rumble.  Suddenly, the chamber he was in shrank, squeezing his body into a tight fetal position.

Nate let out a loud crass belch, tasting the kitty on his breath again and chittering, rubbing over his very full belly.  "I'll let you out, all right," Nate said smugly, "but not in the way you're hoping for."

Iron began to look around frantically, trying to find something to jab at the inner lining of the stomach, but all he could find was the mushy remains of Nate's breakfast.  The chamber began to fill, causing Iron to thrash around more angrily.

Nate only watched as his friend's outlines could be seen through his belly, rubbing over it more.  The raccoon enjoyed this the most, the feeling of his prey thrashing about in his belly, causing him to get an erection from all the action.  He so wanted to masturbate, but he was too tired to even do that, so he laid down on the cold tiles and got as comfy as he possibly could.  Soon, fatigue took over and Nate could only fall asleep on the tiles of the bathroom floor with his meal still thrashing about, which soon faded to nothing but soft gurgles and growls as his meal began to break down.

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Nate awoke the next day and sat up stiffly, cracking his back and rubbing his distended belly.  His cock stood at attention from the intense pressure in his bladder, but he brushed it off as nothing.  Getting up from the floor, he ambled aimlessly over to the mirror above the sinks to admire his new girth.  The reflection showed that his belly had shrank, but was still slightly larger than before he had devoured his friend last night.  Wait, his friend?

'Oh yeah, I ate him.' he thought, remembering the flavor while licking his lips.  'Damn, I almost forgot.  He tasted great.'  Soon the pressure in his bladder got worse, begging for release.  So, he wondered over to the urinals and pointed his erect cock down towards the basin, relaxing his bladder.  A heated golden stream began to flow from the tip of his cock down into the glistening bowl.  The steamy and musky piss smelled vaguely of cat as it splashed onto the urinal cake down below, melting it slightly.  It seemed to go on and on, sending waves of pleasure through his body as his bladder slowly deflated.

A minute passed and soon his stream turned into a trickle and soon after a drip.  He squirted the last few drops out and flushed away the liquid remains of his friend.  He was about to leave the bathroom when the pressure in his bowels growled loudly and shifted downward suddenly.

Holding his stomach and now fully awake, Nate rushed to the nearest stall and slammed open the door.  Raising his tail in haste and turning around, he sat on the cold porcelain throne.  The slinky raccoon really didn't care the stall door was open.  Who was going to see him anyway?  The place was locked up yesterday afternoon.

Nate relaxed himself and felt something gurgle its way past the trapped shit.  It erupting in an explosive fart that echoed throughout the restroom.  The smell of digested cat lingered in the cloud as it wafted up to Nate's nostrils.  Inhaling the raunchy smell, Nate held his nose and laughed as he rubbed his belly.

"Still protesting, huh?" he said, squeezing his belly, "well too bad, my friend."  He gave a tight push and groaned as the sludge moved through his bowels, gurgling and growling all the while.  Ironmania was ready to make his final journey.

Soon, his pink hole spread and a firm log of dark colored shit began to squeeze out, spreading his cheeks wide.  The firmness of it made his cock throb to life and slide free of its furry prison, wanting some attention.  The turd started to get thicker, causing a soft moan to escape his lips.  He enjoyed this feeling so much, but didn't want to jerk off, because it might interrupt his shit.  After a while, the shit pinched off and fell into the bowl.  A loud, ominous growl came from his bowels soon after.

"Uh oh," Nate said, squeezing his eyes shut as he bit down on his lip.  A sudden shift downward in his bowels caused his body to tense up.  He knew what was coming, and boy was it a doozy.  After some clenching, his hole was forced open and a torrent of soft sludge exploded from his ass, splashing into the bowl below, staining the clear water a deep brown.  Nate's ears laid back and he moaned deeply from the exertion of the diarrhea spluttering from his heated asshole, making his cock throb harder and drool pre.

After what seemed like forever, the mud flood slowed to a stop and he sighed in relief . . . only to be met with more trapped gas that spluttered wetly into the bowl.  The smell was intense, so he brought his paw back and rested his fingers on the flusher while fanning away the stench with his other paw.  

"Damn, man, you're totally nasty," he said as he pressed down the lever and half of his friend's remains swirled down the bowl.  The sound and the feeling of the flushing only made Nate hornier for more.  The bowl refilled with clean water, but it wouldn't be clean for long.

He grunted, forcing a new log to part his dirty asshole.  Small farts escaped as the log got firmer and thicker, making his cock drool more pre, bringing him close.

"Mmmm come on, you promised you'd get me off this time, so don't fail me," he said between grunts as the log got thicker and thicker, massaging his prostate further.  This shit, unlike the others, was garnished with specks of bone and fur as it soon touched down into the clean cool water.  This turd broke off and more soft stools flowed from his tailhole, staining the water a murky brown once again.

The flow stopped suddenly by a blockage.  It surprised him, but Nate bared down, moaning deeply while splaying his legs and ears.  Whatever it was, it was wedged hard and wouldn't budge just yet.  However, with some more straining and a few grunts and groans it popped right out out, jolting him to his limit.  With a yelp, he shot hot pent up cum up onto his belly and into his mouth as the obstruction splashed into the nasty water below.

"Wow, that was intense," Nate said, swallowing the cum and panting as he came down from his heavy orgasm. "Man, when you said you'd make me cum, you meant it.  Whew . . ."

Nate cleaned his messy butt and stood up, looking for the obstruction in the bowl.  What he found was a pair of empty sockets staring back at him.  It was Ironmania's skull sitting atop the foul stew, reminding the raccoon that that was his friend steaming in the bowl.  The raccoon only grinned at the skull.

"Man, you give great head, you know that?  Anyway, see you around, man," Nate chuckled from his puns while he tossed the soiled toilet paper onto the mound and stroked the flush handle. "Game, Set, Match, Iron."  And with that, he slammed the flusher down.  The remainder of his friend swirled around the basin in a loud slosh.  The last thing to disappear past the trap was the grinning skull.

Surprisingly, the toilet took the whole mass in stride, ending with a soft gurgle as the basin began to refill with clean water.  He walked over to the sinks to admire himself again.  His paunch had lessened greatly, almost back to it's original size.  Nate washed his paws, got dressed and began to leave, only to notice his friend's stuff.  He struggled with the thought of leaving them there, to further punish his friend, but his better judgment took over.  He picked up Ironmania's clothes and bag and placed them in his bag which he swung over his shoulder.

"Guess you're going to want these back when you return, huh?" he asked no one in particular.  He found the keys in the shorts pocket and unlocked the place, pulling the closed sign out of the window as he walked into the open air of a new day.  “Now . . . what, or who, do I want for breakfast?”","pools_count":1,"title":"Game Set Match","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"text/rtf","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"2","rating_name":"Adult","ratings":[{"content_tag_id":"4","name":"Sexual Themes","description":"Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal","rating_id":"2"}],"submission_type_id":"12","type_name":"Writing - Document","guest_block":"t","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"6","views":"638","sales_description":null,"forsale":"f","digitalsales":"f","printsales":"f","digital_price":""}