This place was absolutely a dive bar, even though the texts had insisted it was a quaint little restaurant. The low floors, large bar that covered half of the available space, and kitschy memorabilia made it all instantly apparent. The scent of pre-frozen fried foods blended with the tang of bottles’ worth of spilled liquor was secondary confirmation. Haley could only mind so much; the furred goth was more than fine with drinking in unbecoming places. What made it funny was the dork who’d asked him out remaining so insistent that it was a classy establishment.

Haley’s boots clicked across the tiled floor as he scanned the lowly-lit space, finally settling on his date’s booth at the very corner beside the door. He hadn’t even noticed Haley, yet, nose buried within his portable game console. His little fingers clicked away in complex patterns as the goth watched from a small distance away, before finally getting impatient enough to interrupt him.

A painted fingernail that was pointed enough to be threatening tapped against the stained table, and the otter let out a little squeak. Instantly, he was in a hurry to put his console away, dropping it on the table, and haphazardly trying to hide it in his lap.

“You’re Pierre, right?”

The otter, who had to crane his neck to look up at the incredibly average-sized goth, wrung his hands, his glasses hanging crooked over his face. Instantly, getting a word out of him was like pulling teeth.

“Y-You’re, um… You’re… Uh…” He looked like he was going to vanish just from the force of Haley’s half-lidded stare. “You’re prettier in person.”

“Aw, good choice on what to say.” Haley said, half-serious and half-teasing, even though the otter only picked up on the former aspect. He nodded, and suddenly gave her a dorky smile.

“I’m sorry, I get really nervous around girls.” Haley raised an eyebrow, and he let out a little noise. Pierre failed to pick up on the flash of amusement on the furred goth’s face.

“Well, you’re the one who asked me out.” Haley deadpanned. “I’m going to be kind of irritated if you make plans and then are too anxious to follow through.”

“Right, um..!” The otter clasped his hands together, fiddling with his fluffed hair, very much feeling out of his element.

“So… Pretty ‘girls’ like me?”

“Yeah!”

Again, Pierre failed to pick up on the tease lacing Haley’s question like razor wire. It wasn’t a difficult assertion; after all, Haley had shown up to the date wearing hip-hugging tights, alongside a pair of cut, dark jean shorts that cut off just where his ass met his thighs. He made no effort to hide his bulge, but flaccid he wasn’t quite large enough for it to be instantly recognizable as phallic - being a grower rather than a shower came with its own advantages. The whole outfit was further feminized by some dark lipstick and slate grey mascara. However, his voice was gruffer than most girls would be able to manage.

Either way, he never corrected these assertions, finding them worth more than they cost. Instead, he decided to take the compliment in stride, sitting down in the booth opposite the otter. He peered down at his nails.

“Don’t tell me you only asked me out because I’m pretty…” He said.

Instantly, Pierre was ready to cover his bases: “No! We had a lecture together, and you were really smart, and I see you around doing cool stuff, and…”

Even cuter. He’d definitely heard Haley’s pronouns and masculine identity before, then. He was just too enraptured to have proper recall.

The furred goth stared at him with a predatory narrowing of his pupils. “Relax, man. I’m just teasing you. No need to be so high-strung.”

“Right, right!” Pierre fished one of the paper menus from the rusted condiment holder. “I’m kind of bad at teasing.”

“Alright.” Haley shrugged, giving him a rare moment of patience.. “Thanks for letting me know. I’ll try not to lay it on so thick.”

That acknowledgement made the otter beam, even though it was like sugar promising to be less sweet. There was a certain threshold of sarcasm that the goth could not turn off. Regardless, he took it in stride. There was something adorably about this dorky otter that had pushed Haley to accept the awkward offer.

“What do you want to drink? It’s on me.”

Haley perused the menu but settled on an answer after only a second. “I’ll take a Moscow mule.”

“Oh, is that a vodka? I was thinking about getting a shot of their Platinum vodka!”

Haley tilted his head. “Oh, honey, no.” Concern laced the very light derision in his voice. “Don’t do that to yourself. That’s a super cheap one. The hangover will be really nasty, especially since you don’t drink much.” He ran his nails through his hair. “A Moscow mule is a cocktail with vodka. Get one for yourself, too. Don’t start us off with shots.”

“Isn’t that what people usually do?”

Haley rolled his eyes. “That’s what stupid people with no sense of self-preservation do, dude. I kind of got the vibe that you were smarter than that.”

“Oh.” Pierre smiled, ignorant that Haley was talking about himself. “I’ll try it! Thanks for the recommendation!”

Gosh, with that innocent look in those blue eyes, he really was cute. He was the type of cute that Haley just wanted to unravel, taste, and obliterate. His stomach tingled with possessive impulses that the goth was able to suppress. Instead, after they’d punched in their drink order into the cheap little tablet, Haley let him prattle on about his tabletop campaign and the mathematical hoops he jumped through to make it work. It was all Greek to him, but all of Pierre’s nerves faded when he forgot he was talking to someone he thought was a girl. A couple of drinks would lighten him up, hopefully.

Haley took a slow sip of his cocktail as soon as it came, and grinned as the ginger burned the back of his throat. It was fresh ginger beer. Credits to a place as sleazy as it was for quality. The otter, meanwhile, stared at it with uncertainty, trying to view it from all angles before taking the copper mug in his hands. It absolutely looked too big for him, but the three-foot otter hefted it up with both hands, and moved to take a sip.

He sputtered the moment that he inhaled the ginger fizz, and it was only Haley’s quick motion that kept him from soaking himself with most of the cocktail. He made a little noise as Haley did his damnedest not to laugh, to some success.

“I’m sorry, that’s… I didn’t know it was gonna be spicy.”

“That’s alright. I’ll drink both of them. Do you like strawberries?”

The otter nodded eagerly.

“Cool. Then I’ll get you a daiquiri you’ll actually like.”

“Oh! I’m, uh… I’m on a budget.”

Haley’s eyes narrowed. “You really only brought enough money to get each of us one drink? Really?”

“I mean, this is kind of my first…” The otter shook his head. “I’m sorry, I can transfer a bit more between my accounts-”

“Don’t worry about it.” Haley waved his concern off, exhaling all of his annoyance rather than letting it simmer. “I’ve got it under control. Just relax.”

“According to chivalry-”

“That’s kind of stupid.” Haley dismissed his train of thought. “We’re having fun tonight, and that’s it.”

Taking a moment to shrug off the goth’s derision, he turned his attention back to the twin mugs: “Are you going to drink both of those?”

“Why not? I can handle my booze.” Haley took a long swig just to prove his point. “Don’t worry about me. Just sip your daiquiri until you feel a little bit lighter.”

The frothy, fruity pink drink came out soon, and Pierre’s face lit up pleasantly as soon as he took a sip. He smacked his lips, and nodded, suddenly embarrassed at the smug look Haley shot at him.

“It’s… Good, thank you. How did you know?”

“You’re an easy guy. Easy guys like sweet drinks like that.” The goth answered him matter-of-factly, before he leaned against the table, arm crossed and used it as a sort of chin rest. “So, keep telling me about this dungeon thing you’re building. It sounds pretty metal.”

Liquor lubricated the otter’s lips, and he eagerly geeked out explaining Orcish history and the implications of their warfare. Haley was happy to let him prattle on, as more confidence found its way into his tone, his volume increasing from a bare whisper to a proper, lively, conversational tone. That patience came at a cost, though; Haley was already envisioning the feeling of the otter meeting his end inside of him.

“Hey…” Haley interrupted, bluntly. “Is your fur slick? I know it’s hydrophobic and all that…”

“Not really!” Pierre took the pivot easily. “I can still get wet when it rains, even if I dry off quicker, but I can get slick pretty easily.”

“Interesting.” Haley fiddled with his nose ring. This guy was definitely going up his ass. He could feel his hole aching for a good filling. The goth took a long sip of his drink, and grinned when Pierre instinctively mirrored the action. “Are you having a good time?”

The otter nodded eagerly, and Haley laughed.

“I’d hope so. Nothing worse than a date with a wet blanket. I was kind of worried at first.”

“I wasn’t a… wet blanket, was I?”

“If you’d stayed that way, this date would have been over.”

“You would have left?” Pierre’s face tensed imperceptibly.

“No. Technically, you would have been the one leaving.” Haley clicked his tongue, and left the other part entirely unsaid. It whizzed over the otter’s head. He really was going to have to be blunt to broach the subject. “Did you tell anyone you were asking me out?”

“Oh! I told my roommate!”

Haley hummed, and rested his chin on his fingers. “And what did your roommate tell you? Any advice?”

The otter hesitated. There’d actually been a lot Roark had told him: a few floating stories about Haley carving through jocks and their partners, the goth going out of his way to be a mean to people who annoyed him, and the way that most dates with Haley ended up with secondhand snapshots of the fluffy goth full of gurgling, groaning meat.

“They told me not to, but… the reasons they gave were kind of the reasons that I wanted to ask you out.”

Haley’s eyebrow perked up. He took a slow, thoughtful sip from his drink - it was the last of the first mug. He set it aside, and wrapped his hand around the other. “And those reasons were? Now’s no time to be a coward.”

“I like… Um, I like girls who know what they want.” He started, but that was clearly another deflection. Haley glared at him until he finally squeaked out the real answer. “I was going to ask Kerry out the week you shoved her up your butt!”

“Oh? Tell me about it. I don’t remember that.”

“You don’t remember?”

Haley shrugged. “I burn through people who annoy me. Sometimes it’s hard to remember the details. What did you eat the Wednesday before last for lunch? I really don’t think that much about them.”

The otter shuddered, and Haley felt the urge to lunge over the table and conquer him entirely in that instant surging once again. He let out a slow, methodical exhale, and waited on Pierre to work through the clear nerves he was dealing with.

“You two had a chemistry class together, or something like that, in the science building. I was waiting outside for a chance to ask her out. I’d gotten a box of chocolates and everything. The class dismissed, but she didn’t come out. So I sat there for… ten minutes or so, and then I heard her moan, and I peered through the door. And you had a leg lifted up on one of the tables, and you were squatting, and she was… halfway inside of you. Her tail was flicking like crazy.”

“Oh, okay, I think I remember that!” Haley licked his lips, and smiled. “I wondered who left those chocolates in the doorway. They were pretty cheap. She would have hated them.” He stared back down at his nails, watching in his peripheral vision as the otter’s eyes drifted down to the goth’s tummy.

“So, after a long time of waiting, I figured that if I couldn’t ask out the girl of my dreams… I’d ask the girl who got to her first.”

“Oh, sweetheart…” Haley’s voice was deeply patronizing, laced with sickly-sweet venom. “I don’t know how to tell you this, but… She already had a boyfriend.”

“She… what..?”

“Yeah. You really didn’t have a chance from the start.”

“How do you know that?”

I shoved her up my ass because she was begging for help with her homework. So, I sat in my seat and let her gurgle while I did my work. Big bull came in looking for her, and I wasn’t going to not tell him. He was packing like crazy. I offered him a chance to bang what she gave me, and of course he took it, and then I figured I’d reunite the happy couple. Getting plowed into the floor like that works up an appetite.”

“Oh.” Pierre was clearly conflicted by Haley’s story. On one hand, it visibly flustered him, his hand-wringing now a halfhearted attempt to contain the arousal the goth mustered from him. On the other hand, he was almost betrayed, even though he knew it was just the way things went. “You’re, um… Welcome for the chocolates. Sorry they were cheap.”

“It’s fine. I didn’t pay for them, so…” Haley tapped the table, and pointed at the otter’s half-drunk cocktail. “Keep up, Pierre.”

“Y-Yes, ma’am.” That made Haley grin with full teeth.

“So… you know what I’m about. Why didn’t you say that from the start?”

Pierre finished taking a long few sips of the fruity drink, smacking his lips as he pulled off of the straw. “Wikihow.net told me it’s not gentlemanly to bring up a predator's habits on a first date.”

“Oh my god.” Haley couldn’t help but to cackle. He brought up a hand to try and moderate the otter’s embarrassment. “That’s adorable, I’m serious, it’s just…” He couldn’t stop himself from laughing. “What else did that guide tell you?”

Pierre fished out his blocky phone and reopened the page. Ignoring the heat in his cheeks, he began to read through. “Uh… It suggested that you bring a prey along as a ‘snackrifice’ to ensure that the pred’s attention is on dating you rather than eating you. I, um… I couldn’t find anyone willing that I felt comfortable asking. .”

Haley licked his lips and leaned back. “That’s adorable. No, the apex of the date is deciding whether or not the second date is me going for a jog in stretched shorts.”

“And… How am I doing?”

“Remember how I asked you if your fur made you slick?”

Pierre didn’t take it that hard, surprisingly. Instead, he quietly nodded, and stared with distant fixation on the goth’s belly. “I see.”

“You are really cute. I wouldn’t tell you that if I didn’t mean it. Your roommate was right about me being an asshole.”

“Thanks.” Pierre found himself unable not to smile back. The booze was really starting to get to him. He wasn’t drunk, but he was feeling warm and the slightest bit floaty. It made Haley’s unrepentant corrosiveness easier to handle. There was something oddly nice about the blunt honesty. At least the goth wasn’t any sort of liar.

“Do you want to fuck me before that?”

That made Pierre choke on his drink.

“But, uh… It’s not the third date, and…”

“Honey, do you really think I’m going to wait that long? Look over there…” The goth leaned over the table to point at a salamander with white hair sipping his drink, and gently scanning the rest of the bar. “That guy would totally take you in a second. I can see it in his eyes. You’re not lasting much longer out there. People are starting to get really into shy, dorky prey. I’m hearing that in my circles.”

Haley’s circle was ninety percent him, but that still made everything he said true by technicality. He watched as Pierre processed what he said, before swallowing, and beginning to slowly nod.

“Finish your drink, and let’s get out of here.”

The otter could only do as he said. He watched, delighted, as Pierre hefted up the glass and turned it, gulping down the last third of his daiquiri in a daze. As soon as he was done, he looked at Haley’s outstretched hand, and took it. The feeling of the goth’s carefully-trimmed nails pressing gingerly against his fingers made him shudder.

“You’re really hot.” He finally spoke up.

“I know.”

“Okay.” The otter sighed dreamily. “I cleaned out my car, so we can go there.”

Haley’s grip lightened just enough to let him take the lead. The goth walked confidently behind him, boots clacking against the concrete. It wasn’t a bad car. He watched as the otter let go of his hand to unlock the off-black vehicle, tossing his phone and game console in the driver’s seat before sitting in the back. He patted at the seat beside him, awkwardly, before Haley swung a leg inside and confidently sat next to him.

And then, the goth’s lips were pressed against him.

Gosh, he nearly came in his pants right then and there, with breathy, desperate moans against Haley as he dominantly bit the otter’s lower lip, tongue tasting its way over his before pulling back with a smack of his lips. He slurped the small strand of saliva that still connected them, before placing his fingers on the otter’s neck.

“Get that dick out.” Haley hissed at him, voice dripping with hunger.

Pierre couldn’t move fast enough. His hands fiddled with his cargo shorts, shaking with such excitement that he could barely get the buttons unclasped. His hand tugged down the zipper, exposing his tight white briefs that bulged with his engorged cock. Haley tried not to snort at the sight of tighty-whities on the dork. Instead, he cleared what little distance was between them, and kissed Pierre again as his hand came down to paw gently at the otter’s dick through his briefs. Instantly, Haley felt a wet spot forming.

“You’re a leaky boy, aren’t you?” Haley teased him, leaning forward to peel those tight underwear down. He let out a little noise of approval as the otter’s five-inch cock bounced free, light brown, uncut, and thick enough to hit a prostate properly.

“Is it… big..?”

“It’s smaller than mine, but it looks great on you.”

“Yours..?” Pierre’s tongue began to tingle. Haley just laughed.

“Oops.” He did his best to make his voice as low as possible, barely above a growl. “Guess the cock’s out of the bag.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were trans.”

“I’m not.” Haley deadpanned.

“But your name is Haley.” The goth tried to be patient. This turn was clearly making the otter’s little head hurt.

“It used to be an androgynous name. Blame my parents, they were old-fashioned as hell. Good for money and nothing else.” Haley’s hand remained on his cock, which only seemed to have gotten harder. “Nope! I’m a guy. Surprise.”

“F-Fuck…” Pierre moaned, the revelation surprising even him with how much it worked him up. “Can I… See your dick?”

“Do you want to?” Haley shrugged, and threw him a bone. Sitting up, he tucked his hands behind his head. “Whip it out, then.”

Flustered but no less aroused, the otter’s desperate hands worked to unclasp Haley’s shorts and slide them down. He gasped at the fat hog that peeked up as soon as he got them down a little bit. Haley was only half hard when his cock peeked up, but he passed for average with Pierre’s rampant inexperience. When the otter wrapped his hand around the underside of the shaft, he gasped as Haley’s cock pointedly throbbed, and engorged to gain two more inches. He was girthy, too. There was no other way to say that the tipsy otter was a bit emasculated; erect, he outmatched Pierre entirely. His nuts, dusted with soft fluff as they were, were each as big around as the otter’s fists.

He was hypnotized by the goth’s cock.

“Oh my god…” Pierre suddenly whispered under his breath. “I’m going to lose my virginity to a guy…”

“You’re going to get eaten by a guy, too.” Haley reminded him. “How does that make you feel?”

Pierre could only whine. He leaned back, which gave Haley the perfect opportunity to wrap his lips around the otter’s dorky dick. Instantly, the mood shifted, and the otter whined. Haley knew how to use that mouth. His tongue dragged along the underside of the nerd’s cock, tongue flicking against the space where foreskin met frenulum in a way that made him shudder and whine. He was still leaking precum into Haley’s mouth, which the goth made a show of slurping up and swallowing. He began to bob his head, letting the otter fuck his face until Pierre was right on the edge. It didn’t take long. Then, Haley wrapped his lips around the otter’s base, lips pressed against his shaft, and he sucked hard, making the otter whine and squirm as the need to nut faded into the background.

“You’re going to want to lube up my ass.” Haley told him. “So, save that nut.”

“I need…”

Haley shut him up by grabbing him by his hair and pulling the otter right down onto his own dick. The otter’s cheeks went hot as he tasted cock on his tongue for the first time. Haley’s natural saltiness melded with the scent of warm, toasted cloves and made for a brain-fuzzing musk. As the tip of his fat dick slipped past the otter’s lips, Haley sat back, and let the dork slobber on his knob. He relaxed his grip on the otter’s head, until his hand was merely resting and Pierre was doing all of the work without any prompting.

“That’s a good boy. You like cock, don’t you?” The otter made an affirmative noise as he tried to go down deeper. “That’s adorable. All it takes is me bossing you around and you’ll do anything.” Haley basked in the feeling of authority. It would never get old. “Even if I tell you you’re a pathetic nerd, and your life is better wasted as my assfat, you’re going to agree with me because I’m pretty.”

“Mmhm…” The otter moaned dreamily around his mast. Haley hissed, and bucked his hips forward, getting his dick good and coated with the otter’s throat slime. Once he was satisfied with Pierre’s work, and good and worked up, he pulled out his phone, and snapped a few pictures of the nerd’s face and foggy glasses pressed against his cock. Pierre didn’t even try to resist the impromptu publicity.

“I bet I could send this to your professors and your roommate, and I’d get nothing but congratulations.”

Pierre was too tipsy to be anything but further aroused as Haley hissed against him, pulling his cock out of the otter’s throat and smearing the glaze that now coated it right onto his face.

“Don’t wipe that off.”

“Okay, um… yes, sir.”

“Yes, sir.” Haley parroted. “I like that.”

He opened the car door, and slowly pulled himself out, his knees pressing against the floor of the car as he squatted down. There was no shame or fear of exposure. The position, with his ass cheeks pressing against his feet, made for a perfect spread, his hungry-looking hole winking greedily against the autumn air.

“Then do what I tell you, and come around and come inside.”

Pierre thought he was going to faint. After taking a moment to find some vestige of confidence, he shuffled out of the other side of the car and walked around the trunk, keeping one hand on it for support. The sight of Haley’s heavy, fluffed trunk made his brain screech with animalistic noises.

The goth had managed to get at just the right height where Pierre wouldn’t be uncomfortable. The nerd stepped forward, and pressed the very tip of his cock against Haley’s experienced hole, letting out a deeply needy squeak as the pucker flexed against his pole as though to give it a welcoming kiss. He leaned forward, hands sinking into Haley’s soft, full cheeks as he slid inside, welcomed with the warmth of an old friend.

Just how many people had made the ass he was now digging into?

Oh, god. He’d be one of them soon. Whatever the number was, he still needed to add another.

The thought didn’t terrify him. While distant, the repeating mantra in his head only pushed him forward. This was it. There was no stopping it. He wanted, more than anything, to make this count.

The otter slammed himself forward, and hit just the right angle for his fat cockhead to press against Haley’s prostate. The goth let out a high pitched whine, face pressing against the seat as he threw himself back. Pierre found a little bit of dominance deep within, smacking Haley’s ass hard enough to leave a handprint as he slid back and forth. To keep that realization from making him bust in a second, he tried to puzzle out the square root of 751. As soon as that was done, he began counting by prime numbers.

His cock slid back and forth, drawing a couple of noises from Haley’s ass as the hole milked him. Haley was panting, working up a good sweat. The nerd’s game had caught him off guard.

Pierre worked him with gusto, ensuring he’d be remembered with a little bit of soreness in Haley’s hips, a gift that would only manifest in the morning. His own hips ached as he slammed forward, holding absolutely nothing back. His balls ached with desire. He bit it back once again.

Shifting his weight just slightly to the left, with his nails scratching up Haley’s butt, he found a position that would hit the goth’s button with every single thrust, and he milked that weak spot for all it was worth. He grinned when he felt Haley’s knees buckle for the first time, a low noise rumbling from the goth’s throat as his hole squeezed against that dork dick tight.

However, he could only last for so long, and the loud, effeminate noise that escaped Haley just a few moments later did the trick. Realizing that it was another step closer to his own end, Pierre whined as he came, his nuts emptying out everything he had to give inside of Haley’s hole. The goth let out a knowing hum as he felt the warm ropes inside of his walls, only for his eyes to widen when it just kept coming. When Pierre finally pulled out, a thick bead of cum drooled from his hole and ran down onto the goth’s balls.

“The, um… Website that gave me advice told me to edge for a week or two before a date so I could… satisfy.”

“That was the one good piece of advice you got from that.” Haley concluded, taking a moment to just get his bearings. When he pulled himself up, Pierre was surprised to see that his mascara had been good and smeared. He felt a surge of confidence that instantly evaporated when Haley snapped his fingers.

“Get on your knees.” The goth told him, and the tipsy otter’s body complied. He swallowed, hard, even if his spent cock was beginning to stir again just from the teasing.

Haley’s hard cock came to rest on his face. “It’s time.”

He nodded.

The goth continued. “It’s time to feed me. You’re going to go up my ass, and there’s no taking it back.”

“There’s no taking it back…” Pierre parroted back. His entire face was blazing hot. A little thrum of instinctive panic festered in the back of his brain. Some part of him made his legs tense as adrenaline prepared to flood his system. He did his best to ignore it. He’d been the one to go on this date, knowing what it almost certainly meant. He’d gotten drunk, gotten his barriers worn down, and he’d loved every second of it.

“You give good dick, but even that’s not going to save you. It just makes me more possessive. I get to take your virginity and the rest of you.” Haley was stroking his cock. “All because you’re obsessed with my ass.”

Pierre nodded, his mouth dry. “It’s the biggest, hottest ass I’ve ever seen. It’s a privilege to add to it.”

Haley bit his lip, and Pierre saw a split second of white before the heat smacked him on the face. The intense, heady scent of Haley’s spunk soaked into him as he was frosted with a load from those big, overfull goth nuts, thick ropes painting his face and dripping onto his shoulders, running down his chest and onto his tummy. His fur kept it on the outside, but it only made him slicker. He looked properly glazed as Haley’s cock finished, the goth methodically milking himself down to the last drop, with he intentionally smeared right over the otter’s nose. The scent of him was inescapable.

Without another word, Haley turned around, and spread his cheeks wide. He arched his back, and bent down. Pierre looked up, and watched as the glistening pink hole yawned wide above his head. This was it. He was staring his end in the face. There was no taking this back, and he’d loved every second of it.

The booze had done just enough to make that quiet panic blend in with the background. He took in a breath, and was almost knocked back with the twang of Haley’s musk.

“This was a fun date.”

“I think I love you.” Was Pierre’s raw response. Haley didn’t give him a response.

The goth just laughed, and pressed his ass down, and the yawning hole tensed around his prey’s head in a mockery of a proper kiss. The deep warmth soothed Pierre some, but the otter’s heartbeat thumped hard in his head. Haley’s scent utterly consumed him, blending with the must of his own orgasm. He made for easy butt food; the load he’d pumped into the goth, alongside the goth’s own frosting, made him plenty slick.

Haley let out a little whine as his hole gaped around the otter, finding almost no difficulty whatsoever in taking him in. He was like a natural buttplug, body lubed up and the perfect shape to be stuffed inside of someone. The cloying heat and tightness made it impossible to put up even a ghost of a fight.

The foggiest in his mind could only do so much to quiet the realization that this was it. This was real, and there was no taking it back. He couldn’t take it back, even if he’d wanted to. Haley’s guts were just too greedy.

The goth, meanwhile, moaned as he practically twerked over the otter, ass slicked and sloppy over him as he bounced, his cheeks swaying as Pierre practically got to headbutt the fluffy goth’s prostate. He could hear Haley’s low whines rumbling from above. With every shift of his weight back and forth, even more of Pierre vanished inside. He was soon standing on the tips of his toes as Haley’s body served as a full-form massager, pre-lubed hole lathering the white that already coated him.

It happened so quickly as to seem almost like a dream; even Haley seemed surprised that his ass was nearing its finish with the needy, nerdy otter. Pierre let out a subconscious whine as he slipped deeper into his pipes, his tail flicking, pressed against the backs of his legs as his heels began to enter the goth. Haley grunted, shuddered, and held the squat for a good thirty seconds, his textured walls kneading and massaging over the otter’s body until every last bit of energy just evaporated from his system. The otter’ cock ached; even though he was still pent, he felt like one more phantom touch would blow his mind.

Haley stood up and gave his ass a little shake, the motion tugging Pierre’s wiggling toes past the edge of his pucker. The goth yawned and stretched gently. The otter didn’t even make for much of a bulge inside of him; if anything, he looked like he’d eaten just a little bit too much. A thick hoodie would make him vanish once again.

In a quiet, delighted haze, with a barely-detectable smile on his face, Haley sauntered around the car to find his shorts, pulling them back over his legs and letting them squeeze his thighs. He straightened himself off, wiping his cock off with the otter’s shorts and dabbing a bit of leaking white from his hole before tugging them up the rest of the way.

Pierre was squeezed on all ends, his form compressed into a proper plug-shape, smothered in soft, possessive pink. Every last little twitch and quiver of the prison around him served as a wordless reminder that it would never let him go. He opened his mouth to moan but no sound emerged; instead, the distant gurgling of his stomach, the constant squelching of hard-working guts, and the thump of Haley’s heartbeat above all siphoned his ability to make noise. He was already consumed in every way but physically. The heat made him feel as though he were already melting.

He’d already stopped thinking much, save for daydreaming about how he’d add to Haley. He hoped that the gains he added to the goth’s ass were noticeable, even though reality told him he was just another few ounces of cake in a sea of them. That was okay, too.

Meanwhile, freshly cleaned up and straightened out, pleasantly weighed down but with balls much lighter to compensate, Haley slowly walked back to the sleazy dive bar, the otter’s game console in hand.

“You know, you’ve got me thinking about those daiquiris. It looked pretty good.” Haley told his stomach, a gentle hand pressed against the bulge that Pierre left. “I can still go for a few rounds. I’m not as much of a lightweight as you. Cute guys absorb a lot of liquor, anyways.”

Pierre was just happy to help, now. He was going to marinate for a long time. He’d never been so happy to be wrong. His roommate was right about Haley, and things were all the better for it.

Haley’s guts kneaded against him pointedly as the goth plopped right back down in the booth where they’d had their little date. He shared a nod with the salamander across the bar, who looked similarly satisfied with his own unseen conquest, and punched in an order for another drink.