[center][b]Stripes and Spots Ch. 2 - Red Chardonnay[/b][/center] Is this actually happening? For the longest time, this never seemed possible. He loved her too much... or that's what most interpreted. They dated for years; they were engaged for the better part of this year. And now, all of a sudden, there's a chance it may end? Nomathalente stands in front of her water boiler, watching the bubbles build up faster and faster. She was doing her best to not smile; this was her friend and he needs all the support he could get. But she still wants to smile, even break into laughter, knowing that her crush could become single here soon. She looks around towards her dining room table, seeing Tyler sitting there waiting for her to finish making their drinks. His eyes were flushed red and puffy, the fur around his eyelids are matted with his dried tears. He holds his phone in his hand, most likely browsing through the years of photos with his fiancé. Every now and again he smiles, but it quickly dashes away as his thumb swipes across the screen. No, she can't think of this as a blessing. He's in no right state of mind, especially with the possibility of dating someone else. Noma turns her attention back to the boiling water, finding it at a rapid boil. As she flicks the switch to turn off the boiler, she reaches over to a spice rack and grabs a plain bottle filled with rusty brown dust. "This should help you calm down." She says, pouring the water and some spoonfuls of the dust into a black coffee mug. "And relieve some stress so we can talk." After stirring the mixture, she grabs the mug and makes her way towards the dining room. She rounds a kitchen island before approaching the dining table. Tyler reaches his hand out and takes the mug from Noma, the steam wafts towards his face. "It smells amazing." He says, blowing the steam away. "And you make this yourself?" "Yep, homemade cider." She says, taking a seat across from him. "I drink this whenever I need a serious pick-me-up." The snow leopard carefully lifts the mug up to his lips, gently lapping the hot liquid. His eyes slowly close as he breathes a sigh of relief. "That's really good." He says, licking his lips. "Just the right amount of cinnamon and sugar. Thank you, Noma." He sets the mug down on the table, hoping it'll cool down a bit more. "You're welcome, Ty. It's not even the least I can do." She leans forward in her chair, resting her head in her hands; her elbows resting on the table. As the rain patters against the window, Tyler reaches for his mug. Noma just watches him, seeing just how fluffy the fur was on his cheeks. The roundness of his gray ears as they twitch occasionally. The softness of his pink tongue licking away cider from his lips. His dark purple eyes looking into hers... "Everything okay?" He asks. Noma snaps out of it, pushing herself back into her chair and looking out the window. "Yeah, yeah," she says, clearing her throat, "everything's fine. Just... making sure you're okay." He looks back down at his mug, watching the bubbles form and pop as he stirred the contents with the spoon. "I don't know how I feel." He says, still focused on the cider. "We've been together for so long... and now..." His eyes well up again as his hand covers his face. Noma reaches out and grabs his free hand, squeezing it gently. "Let it out, Ty." She says. "Yell, scream, cry... just let it all out." He moves his hand away from his face, rubbing the tears with the sleeve of his shirt. "She's a fucking bitch!" He says, slamming his fist against the table. "I did everything to make that slut happy and this is how she repays me? Fucking two different guys in the bed that I paid for, in the house that I signed for?" He pulls his hand away from Noma, standing up to pace around between the dining room and kitchen. "Five fucking years! Five fucking years with that..." He tries to come up with an insult, but just growls, his tail swishing back and forth. "I thought her dad paid for everything." Noma says, adjusting herself to look at Tyler. "For the wedding? Yeah, he's covered every penny his precious daughter is milking out of him." Tyler says, standing in front of Noma. "But aside from that, I pay all the bills. I buy all the food. I buy the clothes she wants, the jewelry she wants, the toys she wants. My goddamn saving account is an absolute joke because of her." He starts pacing again, his hands resting on the back of his neck. "And whatever I can't afford, or whenever I suggest she should look for work, she ends up throwing a temper tantrum, kicks me out of the house for the night, and whines to her daddy!" "Jesus, Ty. I had no idea..." Noma says. Tyler stops pacing, his back towards Noma. "That fucking whore." He says, his arms dropping to his sides. "Every time we got into a fight... she'd kick me out of the house..." He slowly turns towards Noma, the redness of his skin acting as a beacon under his white, spotted fur. "Do you... think she could've been cheating on me during those nights?" Noma just stares at him, unsure what to say. It's possible. If this has been an ongoing occurrence, it's possible. Noma just shrugs, not sure how to respond. "I think you're right." He says, making his way back over to his seat. "But I didn't say anything." "No, but I could tell you agree." He sits back down, reaching for the cider. "I've known you for so long... I can practically hear your thoughts." He takes a big swig, not even bothered by the intense heat. Noma keeps her silence, but is impressed that he picked up on her feelings. Though, why it's taken him this long to piece together what his fiancé was doing... "Are you going to confront her?" Noma says, leaning forward in her chair. "Eventually," Tyler says, setting the mug down, "when I'm ready to actually see her. Until then, I'm just going to keep my distance and focus on what I need to do." He looks over at a clock hanging over Noma's oven. "I should probably get going, I'm sorry for bringing down your morning." "Don't apologize, Ty." Noma says, grabbing his hand. "Real friends are there for you whenever you need them, no matter how good or bad things are." "Thanks, Noma." He says, holding her hand tightly. "Do you have a place to stay for the time being?" "I was just going to get a hotel room for the next week or two." The two keep holding hands, even rubbing each other's palms. "I'm not worrying about what that gold digger wants anymore, so I'm sure I could afford it." "Nonsense, you're staying here." His hands are really soft; her hands are really strong. "I wouldn't want to impose." "You wouldn't be. I've got a guest room that nobody ever uses. You can crash here as long as you need to. If you want, I'll even stop by your place and pick up some of your stuff. Just give me your key and tell me what you'd need. "You don't have to go that far." He says, letting go to grab his cider. "I can get new clothes to avoid her as much as possible." "Why should you have to buy new clothes?" He takes another drink, his other hand still holding Noma's tightly. "You paid for them. Let me go and get them for you." Her thumb and finger start twisting the wedding band around his finger. "Please? I can't stand the idea of her making you pay for more shit that you don't need." Tyler sets the mug down, looking at the golden band Noma was gripping. "Would this even be a good idea?" He says, slowly pulling his hand away. "We both know how we feel about each other... I don't want to risk ruining what we have..." Noma grabs his face, rubbing the teary residue away from his eyes. "We both care about each other... clearly as more than friends." Noma says, still holding his face. "But, right now, I'm just your friend helping you out during a time of need. I care too much about you to ruin our friendship or try to take advantage of you." Tyler smiles as he brings his hands up to his face, gripping her hands tightly. "Now, what do you need me to pick up?" "Where... are... you...?" Bethany says under her breath, typing on her smartphone. The young lioness sits on a brown leather sofa, staring at her screen. She's texted him several times this morning, yet still no response. Tired of being left on read, she dials his number, hoping this'll finally draw him out of wherever he was. One ring. Two rings. "Hi, you've reached the voicemail of Tyler Collins." Bethany sighs. "I can't come to the phone right now, but if you leave your name and number after the beep, I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thank you." "Hey, baby." Bethany says, twirling her hair. "Look, I'm sorry for everything that happened last night. Could you please come home? I miss you." She hangs up the phone, setting it down on her lap. She looks over at the clock hanging over the fireplace, watching the second hand slowly tick from top, to bottom, and back again. As the hand rounds back to the top, the front door clicks open. Bethany jumps up from the couch, pulling her shirt down ever so slightly to expose more cleavage. "Ty, I'm so glad you're..." Noma steps into the living room, halting the lion in her tracks. She quickly steps back, pulling her shirt back up. "Nice house." Noma says, looking around at all the random knick-knack shelves and the entertainment system in the corner. "Say, where's your guys' bedroom?" "Excuse me," Bethany says, taking a step forward, "but you need to leave, right now!" "I was given permission to come in from the homeowner." Noma says, turning her attention back to the foyer. She looks up at a crystal chandelier that hangs precariously over the two floors of the home. "And as much I'd love to tour the house, I'm on a schedule. Where's your bedroom?" "I did not give you permission. Now get the hell out of my house!" Noma spins back around to Bethany, looming over her. The lion stops in her tracks, looking down at the floor. "Tyler gave me his key, his name is on the deed, where is his bedroom?" Bethany tries to stare down Noma, scowling as best as she could. "I've met children more intimidating than you, honey." Noma takes a step closer, shadowing Bethany. "I'm just here to pick up some of Tyler's things. I'll be out of your hair quicker if you cooperate." "Up the stairs." Bethany says, taking some more steps back. "Second floor, turn right. It'll be the last door on the left." "Thank you." Noma says, turning back to the foyer and marching up the stairs. Bethany slowly follows the zebra, her tail curling between her legs. "How do you know my fiancé?" Bethany says. "I have an account at his dispensary." Noma says, admiring the paintings dotting the wall on the staircase. "He's my usual delivery driver whenever I have an order." "Wait, you're the zebra he talks about?" The two reach the landing, turning down the hallway. "The one that owns that potion shop downtown?" "Yeah." Noma says, making her way towards the bedroom. "Though I prefer the term 'apothecary' over 'potion shop.'" The zebra slows her pace, still admiring the paintings throughout the hallway. "So, he talks about me?" "Kind of. He's mostly just been bugging me about inviting you to the wedding." Noma approaches the bedroom door, reaching out to turn the doorknob. "I've wanted to meet you, but I've just never had the time." "Weddings can do that." Noma swings open the door and walks into their bedroom. "Does Tyler have a suitcase I could use?" "Yeah, it's in the closet." Bethany says, pointing towards the opposite side of the room. Noma strides across the room to the closet. All around her, the furniture screamed pretentious; hand-carved bacote with their names monogramed on the sides. The room smelled as if an apple pie factory had been set on fire and was put out with juniper berry water. "I take it you're the interior decorator of the house?" Noma asks as she swings the closet door open. On one side was high-end garments and dresses; the other was t-shirts and blue jeans. Noma's sigh could be heard around the world as she grabbed the old black suitcase resting on the floor. "Sometimes." Bethany says, standing at the doorway. "Ty's usually the one to make the final decisions." Final decision, translated: wrote the check. "Where is he, exactly?" Noma tosses the suitcase onto the bed before walking towards the dresser at the edge of the canopy bed. "He's at my place." Noma says, pulling open the top drawer. Inside was a rainbow-assortment of lacy bras and panties. She reaches for the second drawer, but Bethany clears her throat, shaking her head. Noma proceeds to the bottom drawer and finds monotone boxer-briefs and white socks. "He was planning on getting a hotel, but I convinced him to stay in my guest room." She tosses some socks and undies into the suitcase. "I wouldn't want him to spend any money for something he doesn't need." "He's not cheating on me, is he?" Bethany asks, folding her arms. "It seems kind of suspicious that he'd go to you after we have a small argument." Noma slams the drawer closed, cracking the side. Her glare forces Bethany to take a step out of the room, eyes widening. "Don't you fucking dare put this on him." She says, gritting her teeth. "You see, unlike you, he doesn't cheat on his significant other." "I'd never..." "He doesn't intentionally start fights to get you out of your house, just to fuck random strangers on your bed." Bethany's tail wraps tighter between her legs, her ears folding back. "He doesn't force you to pay for everything, so he doesn't have to work a day in his life." Noma stomps back toward the closet. "I'm sorry." "I'm not the one you should be apologizing to." Noma says, pulling some t-shirts and jeans out of the closet and placing them in the suitcase. "But he won't talk to me." Bethany says, tears welling in her eyes. "I keep texting him, but he isn't saying anything." "That's not my problem." Noma says, zipping up the suitcase. "If he doesn't want to talk, he doesn't want to talk. And, frankly, I don't blame him." Noma makes her way across the room and stops in front of Bethany. She moves to the side to let the zebra pass, but Noma stands in place. She reaches her hand into her back pocket and pulls out a Pokémon wallet, Eevee and Pikachu playing on the front. Bethany turns her attention back to Noma, watching her run her fingers through various dollar bills. "How much will it cost to get the dresser fixed?" She asks, looking at Bethany. "I... don't know." Bethany says, looking away. Noma pulls out a couple of hundreds and hands them to her. "And to answer your question," Noma says, putting her wallet away, "he's not cheating on you. He does care about me... but he's not the kind of person to cheat on someone. Though... I don't think he'd go for a girl like me in the first place." She grabs Bethany's hand, placing his gold wedding band in her palm. As Noma leaves the room, Bethany clutches the ring to her chest as she falls to her knees, crying. "Okay, okay... uh... never have I ever streaked in public." Tyler says, his hand gripping around a glass of red wine. Noma looks at him, eyeing him ever so carefully, before lifting her glass and taking a drink. "Really? You went streaking?" Noma nods as she sets the glass back down. "It was a dare." She says, licking wine from her lips. "I was in Boston at the time and my friend dared me to run the bases at Fenway. I had just rounded third when security finally tackled me." Tyler stifles his laugh, grabbing his glass. Noma reaches behind her, grabbing the bottle from the kitchen island. Outside, thick snowflakes drop from the sky, filling up the window with a soft, white layer of frost. In the living room, Noma's TV pumps holiday music while her fireplace churns a bright, warm fire. Aside from the lone dining room light overhead, the only other light comes from the Christmas tree in the corner of the living room. She carefully pours more chardonnay into her glass, thinking carefully. "Alright," she says, setting the bottle back on the island, "Never have I ever... experimented with another man." Tyler's gaze falls to the floor as he slowly moves the glass to his mouth. "Okay, this I gotta' hear." Noma says, leaning forward. "It wasn't anything major." He says, looking back at the zebra. "Just... hand stuff." "Oh, come one." Noma says. "There has to be more to it." "No, it was just a handjob. We both jerked each other off, nothing more." He sets his glass down. "But I think that was when I learned I might be bisexual." Noma feels her cock start to un-sheath; she carefully pulls it out of her sweatpants, not wanting to risk stretching out the elastic of yet another pair. "Who came first?" She asks. "I don't remember. All I know is that it was one of the most intense orgasms I ever had." "Did Bethany ever make you cum like that?" "Fuck, I wish." Tyler says, taking another drink. "I still wonder if I'm bi or just straight-up gay." "I'm pretty sure if another man can make you cum better than a woman you were dating for five years, you might be gay." "Well, he and I were already close. I think we just wanted to take it to the next level, see where it could go." Noma's hand gently grabs her cock, carefully rubbing it in between her fingers. "We were sitting in my room, playing some shooting game, when..." "What?" Her cock was fully free from its sheath. "I don't know what caused it, but he grabbed and held my hand. We looked at each other for a moment before kissing." Full mast, Noma begins to stroke back and forth. "His hand went into my pants... and I did the same." With her free hand, Noma starts to play with her balls; tugging them in tandem with her cock. "Then what happened?" Noma says, her face noticeably red. Tyler raises an eyebrow, looking at her arms as they moved back and forth under the table. "We grabbed each other's cocks, playing with them like the dirty toys they were." As Noma's eyes close, Tyler leans back into his chair; stretching his leg towards Noma's groin. "It wasn't too long before we started sword-fighting." Noma moves her hands faster and faster. "He docked with my foreskin... and we shared some of my masturbators..." "And then...?" She feels his paw brush up against the head of her cock. Her eyes shoot open to find Tyler resting back in his chair, a wide grin growing on his face. "I fucking knew it." He says, his paw now rubbing the tip of Noma's cock. "Knew... what?" She pulls her hand away, letting the snow leopard do his work. "You have a cock." He says, letting the precum drip between his toes. "The way you walk gives it away, you're clearly trying to tuck it in. On top of that, I was certain I saw it bulging out of your pants a few months ago." His other paw begins rubbing the other side. "May I ask... are you trans?" Noma struggles to say anything, her hands gripping tightly around the edge of her seat as her cock gets pawed off. This is actually happening. This is actually fucking happening. All the years she spent jerking off in her bed, believing this moment would never happen. She grits her teeth as she goes back to fondling her balls. "N-no." She says. "I'm a... oh, fuck... hermaphrodite." "Best of both worlds." Tyler says, his hand reaching into his pants. "This doesn't... bother you?" "Fuck no." He pulls out his cock and starts masturbating. "I told you... I think I'm bi." Noma lies back in her chair, grabbing her breasts and pinching her nipples. Tyler watches her while he slowly strokes his cock. His paws were now considerably wet and sticky, but he continues to work up and down her shaft as best he could. "I was afraid this would scare you off." "Really?" "Yeah," she says, her hands still playing with her breasts, "every guy I've ever been with ran away as soon as they saw... it." "They're idiots." Tyler says, pulling his paws away. "Any man would be lucky to have a woman like you." He stands up, his hand still jerking himself off. "Can I see it?" Noma pulls herself up, her thick horsecock fully erect. Tyler's eyes widen as he falls to his knees, his nose brushes up against the wet tip. "You like it?" She asks, grabbing the base and wiggling it in front of Tyler. The snow leopard says nothing as he wraps his hands around it. He presses his tongue against the urethra, tasting her precum and inhaling its scent deeply. She takes really good care of it, barely having any musky smell and tasting like it just got out of the shower minutes ago. Noma squeaks as he starts licking and pecking the underside, making his way closer and closer to her ballsack. Noma pulls her shirt up, letting her breasts freely drop, as Tyler begins caressing and licking her balls. It wasn't long before Tyler has one of them in his mouth, sucking and licking it. "Oh, Ty..." Noma bites her lower lip, massaging her breast and stroking her cock. Tyler soon pops her teste out of his mouth, coating it in a fine sheen of saliva. He continues to caress her balls, giving them soft and gentle kisses, before moving his attention back to the cock itself. He wraps his lips around the head, working his tongue against both the tip and the urethra. His hands grip her shaft, stroking back and forth. He feels her veins pump stronger and stronger in his hands, feeling the small throb of her heartbeat. While this isn't his first time around a cock, it was a new experience having a thick equine penis lodged in his mouth. All throughout high school, he'd watch stallions pound little vixens and bunnies in their mouths, pussies, and butts. This moment is giving him a newfound respect for those women. Noma places her hand on Ty's head, pulling him closer to her body. He obliges, doing his best to fit as much of her cock down his throat. The bumps on the head of her cock start brushing against the back of his throat, gently poking his uvula. Ty focuses as hard as he could, trying to suppress his reflexes as best he can. Though right as his lips meet her medial ring, he can't suppress it anymore and starts to choke. He pushes himself back and spits the cock out of his mouth, coughing and gagging. "Oh my God, are you okay?" Noma says, quickly kneeling to him. Tyler nods before wrapping his arms around her shoulders and giving her a kiss. Noma's eyes flutter closed as she wraps her arms around him and returns the kiss. The two hold each other in that embrace, Noma's cock occasionally twitching against Tyler's chest. His hands moved to her chest, caressing and massaging her breasts. "I'm glad I'm not going through with the wedding." He says, moving his lips from her mouth to her neck. "I don't think I've been this happy in years." Noma rubs her hands through his hair, pulling his head closer to her chest. His nose brushes against a tuft of fur on her chest, inhaling deeply. Cherry perfume, her signature. "I'm just glad to finally meet a guy that isn't scared of my dick." She says, still running her fingers through his hair. The snow leopard gently sniffed and pecked at her fur, his free hand squeezing and massaging her breast. "Maybe now I can finally lose my virginity..." Tyler pulls his head back, looking up at Noma. "You're a virgin?" Noma nods slowly, her eyes looking away. "I wasn't exaggerating. Every man ran out before we did anything." Tyler pulls himself up, helping Noma on her hooves. "Well... maybe we should fix that." He says, pulling his shirt off. "Really? You... you want to go all the way?" "Why not?" Tyler starts pulling Noma's shirt off. "We're both horned up, we both like each other, I haven't had sex in months, and you've never been laid." His hands start pulling down her sweatpants. "Let's do it." Noma lifts her leg up and out of her pants. Her heart pounds loudly in her ears. She's wanted this for as long as she could play with herself. But now that she has the opportunity... would she still want it? Tyler looks up at her, seeing her eyes quickly shifting from side to side. "We don't have to." He says, standing back up. "If this is going too fast, we can slow down and wait." "No... it's fine..." She says, leaning against the dinner table. "I just... never really thought this would happen... ever." Tyler grabs her hand, rubbing her palm with his thumb. "Just tell me what you want." He says, pulling himself closer to her. "I don't want you to feel at all pressured." She smiles, brushing her hand against his face. "Fuck me." She says, grabbing his pants and yanking them down to the floor. She stares at his cock, licking her lips. It was just as she imagined; longer than average, uncut, the right shade of pink, and no unsightly veins. She could smell his lavender bodywash emanate from it. Wrapping her mouth around it, she sucks it all the way to its base. "Holy..." Tyler grabs the table for support. "Oh... God." Noma turns her gaze up towards Tyler, her chuckles muffled by his cock. She pulls back, tugging at his foreskin. Her tongue gently runs in circles around his head. Tyler's grip tightens as he tries to not fall over. "Go... go easy, Noma." He says, loosening his grip. "You just about made me cum with that." "I'm sorry." She says, pulling his cock out of her mouth. "I've spent so long with the ones I bought online... I guess I don't know my own strength." She puts it back in her mouth, this time slowly moving her head back and forth. Tyler lets go of the table, bringing his hand toward her head. He rests his hand on her forehead, running his fingers through her hair. "Is it, at least, everything you hoped it would be?" He asks, rubbing her ear. Noma nods, her mouth still firmly sucking his cock. Tyler smiles, his hand brushing the side of her face. Admittedly, he felt a bit bad for doing this. It's only been a few weeks since he broke if off with Bethany and here he is, getting a BJ from his roommate. [i]Is this just a rebound?[/i] He thinks, looking into Noma's shiny, ruby-colored eyes. [i]Will this kill our friendship?[/i] He lifts his leg, trying to pull off his pants further. Noma reaches out and helps him, tossing them into the living room. [i]Would this bring us closer?[/i] Noma pulls his cock out of his mouth and starts running her tongue along its length; her hands gently cupping and fondling his balls. [i]Fuck it.[/i] He's spent way too long sacrificing his own happiness for others. He reaches his hand under Noma's chin and pulls her up. She follows his hand, standing back up. "Did I do something wrong?" She asks. Tyler just pushes her back towards the table, having her lie on her back. "No, you were amazing." He says. "I just think it's time for the main event." His hand reaches under her balls, trying to find her pussy. Noma squeaks as his finger brushes up against her clit. "There it is." He says, pulling himself closer to her. "Are you ready?" Noma slowly nods as she spreads her legs a bit wider. "Just go easy..." She says, pulling her balls back. "I will. Just lie back and relax." Tyler lines himself up and presses the head of his cock against her lips. Noma takes a few deep breaths, feeling the pressure of his cock as it pushes into her. Tyler reaches his hand out and starts to massage her breast, his other hand still holding his cock in place. "Stop!" She says. "It's starting to hurt." Tyler stops, finding himself only halfway in. "Alright." He says, pulling his hand away from his crotch. "You're doing great. But you need to relax a bit more." "I'm trying, Ty. It's not easy." "I get that. But it's just me. Think of this as just playing with your toys." Tyler moves his hands to her belly, gently rubbing her soft, red fur. Noma's breathing slows down, her muscles relaxing as her belly was rubbed more and more. "That feels nice." She says, moving her hands to hold Tyler's. The snow leopard keeps rubbing his zebra's belly, even running his fingers along the stripes on her side. She giggles as he does this. "Stop it, I'm ticklish." Tyler moves his hands back to her stomach. "Cool, now I've got ammunition for later." He says, moving his hands towards her breasts. "You tickle me, I'm gonna' punch you." Tyler just smiles, his hands still running up and down her body. "But, again, that belly rub felt nice." "I knew it would." He says. "It's a neat little tricked I learned." "Trick? What do you mean trick?" "You needed to relax a bit more. Every girl I've given a belly rub turns to mush in my hands." He moves his hands from her belly, gripping them underneath her knees. "You were so distracted, I managed to get further inside." Noma props herself up on her elbows, getting a better look at Tyler. "It... didn't even hurt." "Yeah, because I went slow and you were relaxed." He says, pulling his hips back. Noma falls back as his cock rubs against her clit. Tyler stays still momentarily, feeling her clit wink and pulsate, before he pushes his hips forward again. "See? Now we can really get things going." "Okay, then stop talking and fuck me." She says, grabbing her tits. Tyler chuckles as he starts moving his hips back and forth. Noma just keeps playing with her tits and pinching her nipples. As Tyler picks up in speed, Noma's heavy breathing turns into stifled moans. With every thrust, she yelps in pure ecstasy. Tyler keeps up his momentum, but moves his hands onto Noma's cock. He carefully lifts it up, placing the tip into his mouth. Noma's moans grow louder every second her cock is in his mouth, his tongue dancing around the tip. With his mouth busy, Tyler moves his hands up and down Noma's cock. Noma just lies on the table, her back arcing with every lick, stroke, and thrust. Tyler smiles as he sees his handiwork at play, making him force the thick cock further down his throat. "Oh, fuck!" Noma says, her hands gripping the base. The snow leopard pulls himself back as he feels his limit being reached, but he keeps her cock in his mouth. Noma pulls herself up, bending as far forward as she could. Once at eye level, she reaches her hand out and pulls her cock out of Tyler's mouth. He stands there, watching her lick the head of her cock. "Maybe we should share." He says as he bends closer to her. His lips wrap around the underside of her cock as her lips wrap around the top. Their lips and tongues locking together, tasting every inch. This new moment makes Tyler's speed pick up, his hand now stroking her cock faster. Noma wraps her free arm around Tyler's shoulders, running her fingers through his hair again. She just loves how soft it is; she needs to know what conditioner he uses. "I'm about to cum." Noma says, pulling her mouth away. "From which end?" Tyler asks, still stroking her cock. "Both." She says as she lies back down on the table. Tyler lets go of her cock, now wrapping his hands around her waist. "No, keep jerking it!" She says, moving his hand back. "You do it better." Tyler smiles as he continues stroking. Noma's hands wrap tightly around the edges of the table, her breathing and moaning heavier and louder than ever. Tyler watchs as the head of her cock starts flaring up. In one motion, Tyler pulls it back and licks the flared head one last time. "FUCK!" Noma shouts as she blasts Tyler in the face. Her pussy tightens up, squeezing his cock to the point he cums. As Tyler fills Noma's pussy, her cock continues to spurt out strand after strand of cum. The two were covered in warm jizz in a matter of seconds, making Tyler cum even more. Overcome with ecstasy, Tyler wraps his mouth around her cock and starts swallowing as much cum as he possibly can. Though this quickly became a mistake as cum explodes out the sides of his mouth and nose. Once again, Tyler pulls back to breathe. The snow leopard limps forward, his arms resting on Noma's shoulders. Noma's legs slowly fall to his sides. The two just lie there, doing their best to catch their breath. Noma's cock continues to twitch and squirt out small globs of cum. A number of these squirts land on the side of Tyler's face, making his cock twitch as well. "Okay... that beat the gay handjob." Tyler says, wrapping his arms around Noma. The zebra's labored breathing levels out as she wraps her arms around Tyler. The two hold each other, not wanting to move or deal with the inevitable cleanup. "So... I guess this means we're official?" Noma says, rubbing his back. "I guess it does." Tyler says, pulling his cum-covered face off Noma's chest. The two stare at each other, their eyes heavy and ready to close. "I love you, Ty." "I love you, too, Noma." Noma pulls his head closer, giving her new boyfriend a well-deserved kiss. Tyler reciprocates, rubbing his hands against the stripes on her face. The two continue to hold each other, the warm cum slowly cooling and fusing the two to each other. They don't mind, it was the perfect excuse to not let the other one go. "Now I just have to figure out how to get my ex out of my house." Tyler says, resting his head against Noma's chest. "Why don't you sell it?" Noma says, rubbing his back. "I think the market's stabilized enough." "But don't you want to have your own home?" "And deal with mortgages, property tax, and personal maintenance? No, thank you. I'd rather rent this building for the rest of my life than own a home." "Fair points. And I guess we could use the money from something more important." Tyler turns his attention back to Noma. "I'll talk to some realtors tomorrow. See what I can do." "Good." Noma pecks him on the cheek. "Now, let's get cleaned up and go to bed." Tyler tries to pull himself up, but the cum had fused their fur tougher than he thought. "Well... this is going to suck." "Don't move, I have an idea." Noma pushes herself forward. "Just hold on tight, okay?" Tyler nods, wrapping his arms tighter around Noma's shoulders. Noma pulls herself up, her arms gripping Tyler's butt as she held him in place. With her grip firm, Noma starts walking out of the kitchen and into the living room. "This feels weird." Tyler says, still holding onto Noma. "Hey, role-reversal can be fun." Noma says, carrying him towards the bathroom. She looks over at him, winking. "You can see what it's like from my point of view." "I don't think I'm ready for that just yet." Tyler says, feeling her cock twitch. "But... I'm not against it, either." He rests his head on her shoulder, she rests her head on his. As the two enter the bathroom, Noma uses her hoof to close the door.