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Whoever planned this house party to celebrate the graduation of this years seniors was definitely not the blond rattle naga, making a name for himself by daring any male in sight to drinking games and dick measuring contests.He slams his solo cup of cheap beer to the counter of the open layout kitchen.“Anyone else!”The teen manticore across from him slumps against the marbled rock surface.“Bell! Bell! Bell!” The crowd of young monsters and humans chant.Your headache from a couple beers isn’t making the situation better. You make your escape from the scene, squeezing past furred and scaled bodies to dip into the hallway. You trace a hand across the slate gray wallpaper, you swear you can feel the music pulse from the basement where sweaty bodies dance.The bathroom will be private, it is one of the few places folks respect. But in this stranger’s house —far too upper middle class for you to be comfortable even walking in— you’re lost. You begin to open doors, hoping one will be it. It takes a couple doors, so many you begin doubting this place even has people who shit. One after another, your eyes glaze and your four sets of claws on wood flooring start to sound like white noise.You open a particular one and you eyes focus suddenly, shutting it upon seeing someone inside. For a flash all you saw was white skin, orange fur and red stripes splayed on the wooden floor of a game lounge.“I’m sorry,” you blurt behind the door.“What for?” His voice is soft.“For walking in on you shirtless…” It seems obvious. “Why didn’t you lock the door if you were planning to do… whatever you’re doing?”“My Daddy says I should never lock the door. ‘M not allowed to.”He speaks like he’s going to be scolded any second. This guy is weird to say the least based on first impressions. Unfortunately, you have a fascination with weird kids ever since middle school. There is a good kid in a lot of them, they’re just shunned for being neurodivergent or traumatized.“May I come in?”“Yessir,” he flatly says.You click the door shut and press your hind torso to it.He’s a pastel tigertaur with a young, blonde upper half —maybe 18-19 years old?— with only a dusting of stubble. His gray eyes blink with a dizziness like he didn’t anticipate needing to focus his eyes on someone.He watches you as your eyes travel down from his face, taking in his thin humanoid half. Across his shoulder and down to his abdomen are swirling tiger stripes in a rich red. His sparse body hair thickens into a fur trail down the junction and to his tiger lower half. Those same red stripes crossed across his diluted orange lower half.He lays on his back with a couch pillow under his head. He’s undressed down to the pants on his two hindmost legs. A beer bottle lays sideways beside his head with its contents spilled.The twitch of the man’s tiger ears makes you clear your throat. You offer your name sheepishly and ask for his.“Amos Bell.”“I’m sure you get this a lot, but are you related to Micah Bell?”He looks away and taps his finger in the puddle of beer. “Yes, he’s my brother.” The shame in his voice is understandable, but still surprises you.You chuckle, “what’s it like being the brother of the most infamous guy here who isn’t in sports or debate?”The joke falls flat. Amos rolls over, his sweaty back unsticks from the hardwood and he somehow deflates more than he already was.You tap your hands on your pant legs of your front legs. anxiously. You feel weird for still standing by the door while Amos is across the room, by the faux leather couch, pool table, and cabinet of board games.“I’m sorry, that was rude. I just had more to drink than I usually do,” you blubber as you speed walk and flop down on the ground with him. Somehow both of you on the floor make the whole scenario feel less strange.He hums and you feel it’s his way of saying to not worry, even if he lacks the skill to comfort a stranger.You continue to suffer in the awkward silence. “What brought you to be lying here. Alone and shirtless. In a stranger’s house…”He hesitates, but the irrational fear of Daddy’s punishments at his omission of the truth forced him to open up.“I got hot. My brother gave me a beer and left me to ‘enjoy the party’. I don’t like beer, or the music, or the crowd.” He rolls back onto his spine and stares at the ceiling. “I didn’t even want to come here.”You nod, looking at the ceiling alongside him.“Saaaame. I’m only here to celebrate with a friend. Lost her in the crowd… then I was looking for a bathroom but I found this room instead. Maybe it was for the better, I can only imagine how shitty I must look in a mirror right now. I feel like a mess.”“My brother tells me I look weird. My fat goes to my lower body and not my upper body. I’m trying to eat more but I just feel fat.” It comes out of nowhere and you twist to look.Now that he mentions it, his upper body does seem angular: shadows show the outline of his clavicle and ribs, but the transition from upper to lower body is plumper. You can see the heft of fat and developing muscle under the fur. His tummy curves with gravity pulling it to either side like molasses puddles. He is not overweight, just has a distribution of fat different from what the media portrayed as desirable in teen monster magazines.You feel your cheeks redden realizing you’ve looked up and down this man twice in only the first few minutes of meeting him. There is something alluring about his clash of humanoid and animalistic form. Even as a fellow taur you feel something special about him in your eyes; he’s of the same monster category as you but not the precise species. Maybe you have some a fetish for tigertaur variants, it’s hard to tell with the swirl of sludgy thoughts and feelings in you since downing too many solo cups of beer.“No offense but your brother is an asshole. You look fucking great!” The words slip from your tongue before you can sand them down into something more refined.Amos turns his head to you, a terrified quality develops in his eyes at the mention of his brother.“Ohhh, no, no my brother is terrible! He’s shot squirrels with BB guns, he catches mice in traps just to eat the, he.. oh, he needs to come to church with me and Daddy.” You think he’s about to start sniffling, something pathetic like that.You’re not prepared to deal with a crying stranger. Less-than-sober, you jump to his side and pull his paw into your hands. They’re massive and warm. The pads feel sticky in your palms from the sweat collecting on them. A impulsive thought crosses your mind and you press your lips to his black paw pads. It’s stupid, yes, but jarring enough for Amos’ expression to drop the train of thought.“You’re a handsome tigertaur. One of the prettiest I’ve seen. What’s your coat called?”“Straw..berry,” he answers with wide eyed confusion, but not an aversion to the contact. “My Daddy was a tiger—““Amos,” you softly interrupt. “I want to get to know you. not your daddy or your brother or even your mom. I want you to relax.”You pull yourself closer, now leaning your shoulder on the side of his lower abdomen. His upper body is still splayed on the floor, craning his neck sideways to look at you.You can feel the warmth coming from his body, he really is in need of cooling off with all the long fur on him. Your hands dive into the expanse of the white over his belly. Amos stiffens at the contact, something you should have asked about, but didn’t quite reach the forefront of your mind. All your mind is concerned with is feeling.Under the double coat your pads touch something smooth but abrasive. You rake over them with intrigue. Amos’s crunches his junction’s strong core muscles to see what you’re doing.“You have scales under your fur?”“Only in patches,” he cracks like he’s in trouble.The realization makes more sense considering Amos said Micah, a naga, is his brother and their father is a tigertaur.You explore farther up Amos’ lower body, scrubbing over his plush ribs, his pectorals, and over the junction where humanoid and tiger join.You feel soft, thin scutes speckled over his underside, not enough to be visible under his fur but different enough to be tactile. The teardrop shaped scales concentrate on Amos’ hips, like stretch marks collect on human skin.You follow the trail of fur up until you are touching his human skin, unevenly blushing like peach and cream Colby cheese. Color spread downwards from his face, he tries to look indifferent but his stiff lip corners are twitching.You whisper, “how drunk are you?”He copies your volume, “A bit.. and you?”“Quite drunk.”You feel your head wanting to sink into the cushion of Amos’ chest. Breathy giggles blow from your nose and wiggle the fur in front of you. You haven’t had a real boyfriend before, is this what it’s like? This tingling you feel travels through the twists of your veins makes you feel more alive than you’ve ever felt being knotted by a hookup.“Amos. You really are handsome.”“Yessir.” He responds by reflex, not listening to your compliment.“I’m serious! Your fur is so soft, and, and I love how big you are.” You grab his bicep and wrap both hands around them, the relaxed muscles give under your squeezing.His breath catches, “All tigers are like this, I’m not special.”You get gutsy. You stand on your hind-most legs and get on top of him, upper legs on either side of his barrel chest like a shire saddle. Your hands fumble through his blond waves and grip the back of his skull. The alcohol in you is certainly making you brash, and the little in Amos is making his placid red-face look into your eyes. “If I fuck you would that prove how good you are?”“Holy…” The southern church boy in him surfaces for a moment from the black depths. Then the developing young adult in him grabs that doggy paddling boy by his pale ankles and yanks him under the rising waters that is his desire.He turns his head away and scrunches his face. You slump into him and drape a hand over his left breast, your sweaty palm causing electricity to his run through his virgin pink bud. White incisors peek over his bitten lower lip, the gums visibly pushed back by rigorous dental attention that bordered on neuroticism.“Only if I wear a condom.” His words are quiet but confident, his eyes open and he looks to you for your affirmation to the terms. The white teeth marks on his lip fill with blood again. They seem chapped; the snake scales even reach his lips.Lucky for you, you’re a proactive person and keep a condom on you for spontaneous, poorly planned, emotionally oozing hookups like this. Your hand fishes the square of crinkly, stiff plastic and hold it up for Amos’ eyes. He takes it and judges it with a worried sigh. He knows how to put one on, he has done so in private to make sure he wouldn’t embarrass himself when the time comes.“Shit, wait. I have an Idea.”You get off of him and take a few steps back. He looks on curiously as you gussie up into your human disguise. It’s been a while since you’ve done this, you only care to do it when you want to fit in with the human cliches or fit into tight spaces. You look over yourself and nod. Good enough.“What’s that all for?” He asks.“What, you don’t know the porn genre? ‘Barely legal blonde human railed by monster cock,’” you dramatically pan your palm across the sky as if the title was typing out before both of your eyes.Amos shakes his head slowly.“Basically there are a lotta monsters and humans with an interest in that kinda stuff. Uhh something about the pain gets them off? Or maybe it’s the accomplishment of taking such a big dick, or something like that, I don’t know. I’ve watched some videos of it. A lot aren’t real, most are monsters in disguise. Not many humans are crazy enough to actually let a monster fuck them.”His pink tongue wet his lips. “Do you… like it?” He looks you over as if wondering why you’re deciding to do this specifically. The dilation to his eyes alludes to his intrigue of this unexplored territory. Being told this is a sexual thing, he loosens up and lets his gaze gnaw at your body. You shiver sensing how undressing his eyes can be when he isn’t being a wuss puss.“Well, I just thought you’d appreciate it. Maybe. I don’t know, a lot of men get a boner just by the idea. I’m sorry this was stupid, we can just fuck normally.”He makes a surprised noise in his throat. “It’s okay. You’re… you’re, uh, pretty.” His eyes blink and look between your face and the condom in his hands.Both your and his cheeks are red as apples. Silence spans for a few seconds. You stand dumbly while you process what he said.You nearly teat off your clothes and throw them to the ground as you nearly trip over your pants to get on top of him.You swing your leg over to mount him like a horse and face his hind legs. The crotch of his cute pants is already tented and judging by the pudgy mound, he doesn’t seem too big for you in disguise. “Is it big enough? I don’t keep condoms for big dicks. Most Taurs have big dicks, right? Or is that just a myth… you would think I’d know this about my own taxonomic family.”“No.. it’ll fit. I’m just average.” His mouth moves as little as possible as if it will make his words smaller. He holds the medium condom between his and your eye lines to conceal his face.Like a dud snake in a can, the blue condom is scrunched upon removal, sluggishly poking its nose upon Amos teasing the tip to a point.“May I?” Your giddiness in the face of something most consider clinical is odd.“I guess.”You unzip his ash gray jeans and push them to his ankles and over, along with his Spider-Man underwear that gets a smirk from you. His erection is in the early developmental stages, looking like a meaty snap pea poking from a rolled up tube sock. You give the sheath a gentle squeeze and feel the firm length concealed inside. Out pokes the earthy red color of his member, the barbules of his cock are still pressed flat, not yet supplied the blood to grow erect.The condom rolls over the head of his cock and conforms to the shape. You give an exploratory touch to the underside and the small soft quiver against the latex. He seals his lips and his limbs curl inwards like a dead spider. The etiquette of what he should do with his hands isn’t apparent.He cracks an eye. “Don’t we need lube?”“Noo, I think we’ll be fine.” Obviously you need lube, but neither you nor him have lube on hand. Besides, you are ridiculously turned on.You part your cunt and reveal the shine that’s been developing, it already looks inviting considering Amos’ eyes won’t leave the supple section of your body.Wet dragging follows as you position to grind on his cock sandwiched between his belly and your mound. You push your clit in a back and forth motion over the bottom of his length, the forward thrust slower than the return.You close your eyes and wait to hear a muffled whine but hear not a peep from the tigertaur. He is stiff as a rock under your legs. Maybe something else will get him to crack.You rise off his cock and it springs to attention, stiffer than it’s ever been. He isn’t the largest you’ve handled, but good lord, your cunt drools to be stretched by him. The swell of a knot is visible near his base and it becomes your life mission to stuff that knot inside.Amos watches your fingers position his cock. The head presses to your entrance and a chattering inhale comes as he drops his head back on the pillow. There is a second of dry resistance before it slips past the threshold and fills the accommodating plush.Your legs straddle his hips and you stabilize with your palms on his abdomen. You’ve taken dick many times but it’s always uncomfortable on the first insertion. Your walls twinge and your eyes squeeze shut while everything acclimates.Slowly, you allowed your hips to drop flush to his sheath. You feel your entrance struggle to stretch around the slender knot, burning a fire in your gut in a way that makes you gush to put it out.His pliable knot squishes inside you with a pop and you gasp. He won’t allow himself to acknowledge the pulsing sensation around his most sensitive part. Instead, his eyes focus on scanning your expression with worry.You begin dopily giggling feeling his furry balls against your ass. The flutter of your laughter is felt by him and in turn you feel his cock respond with a skipping stone of twitches.“You need to fuck more people, this feels amazing.”Amos opens his mouth to downplay himself but shuts it when you sink your weight onto his pelvis even harder. His belly squished under your weight like a bed tipping at one end. Your own belly feels like it’s pushed outwards by his cock.The internal sensation is strenuous like menstrual cramping, making your muscles relax in submission to the invasion. You slowly tease his tip to the thick ring of your cervix, the pain building til your legs tremble. The friction of the condom is easy to ignore when your walls are wetting with every wiggle. Soon it feels smooth as silk lifting an inch just to squash your ass flush to him again.His knot puts up little resistance as it slots in and out of you, finding its favorite place being just past your entrance where it’s squeezed the hardest. Humored, you think to yourself how you could be taking thicker cock than this. Fucking in disguise is something you never given much thought but maybe you should try it more, this doesn’t just feel like sex for the sake of pleasure, but sex for the sake of self exploration.Christ, how drunk are you?Muggy paw pads feel up from your knees to your pelvis. His tiger paws are large enough that each paw can thumb the fuzz of your inner thigh AND nudge the dull claws of his other fingers against your ass crack. He doesn’t force you down with his hands, he’s resting them. You put your small, furless hands over his.His thumb pushes at the “V” of your cunt. He feels around the wrinkly skin before he bumps something and you gasp.“Is that your clit?”You nod urgently and stop your rocking. Fascination colors his eyes at the reaction it pulls from you.“So porn isn’t all fake,” he mumbles.He swirls it, too hard this time. You grind teeth to stifle a howl. He licks his thumb and brings the wet texture to your stiffness with a featherlight touch. Instead of too stimulating, it’s not enough now. You grind against his thumb and he gets the message, rubbing down the shaft of your clit and teasing under the hood.You feel something in you clench up from the stimulation. His cock is pushed from your cunt by your walls til your folds could breathe and begin dripping.His hand follows you possessively as you rise off of him, continuing the back and forth rubbing of your clit that’s making your knees pinch against him. Your hands slide down to grip his wrists, using him as parallel bars to keep your spin from going limp. More dribbles from your cunt feeling him taking command.“You like that?”You can tell he is quoting a porno he saw, but his lower voice box emits a deep rumble at the end, turning the inquisitive lift into a declaration. The vibrations in his belly follow up your thigh bones and nudges you in a direction you don’t expect.You thrust your hip forward and squirt all over his belly. He continues jerking you and stream shoots like a well needed piss break after a road trip. You look at the water-like puddle on the floor, the warmth running down his wet chest, and your crotch dripping still. Burning doesn’t even begin to describe how humiliated you feel bringing your scared eyes to his wide ones.“I am so sorry! I— shit.” you squirm to dismount but can’t. Amos’ strong paws hold you there on his dick, slowly sinking you back to seating. Your mouth wavers as you flinch, the squirting making you more sensitive than you were before.“That was… huh. People should make condoms for women, keep them from c-cumming on me!” His voice stutters as he cracks the joke. The smile on his face twitches oddly like he isn’t used to the expression.You snort, he breathily laughs with you. You gesture for him to sit up, he crunches his junction to get close enough for you to be face to face. You’re still coming down from your impish chuckling. He props his upper body up with his arms. His laughter has petered out but a smile lingers, it looks good on him. You pull off til just his tip remains inside you, that way you’re close enough to brush your glossy lips over his scaled lips. He gasps at the romantic gesture, a virgin to even a kiss. A breathy sigh comes from his parted lips when you com in again for a firmer press of your lips over his. With your closed eyes, you can understand the tales of humans mistaking naga, sphinx, taurs, harpy, and others for being human; Kissing them feels near indistinguishable from a human’s lips. You break the kiss by slamming yourself back to the hilt, out of reach for each other’s lips. Amos’ eyes fly open and an unshielded moan escapes him. His upper torso wobbles with the coordination leaving his upper body and thundering to his lower half. He collapses against the pillow and whines.His large paws wrap around you, squishing you flush to his hindbody's chest. Inside, you can hear the growly moans of his large voice box. You peek up at his face and can see how hard he is breathing, all that anxious silence seems to have melted with the ice breaker of laughter.“You like that?” You look at him and feel your clit pulse noticing how hard he is looking at you.“You think you could take me? ‘Cause… oh.. oh my.” He tilts his head back, you can feel his cock flexing.“God, pound me, Amos. I want you to fuck me up.” Such depraved language and taking the Lord’s name in vain makes him both too startled to speak, and more turned on than he should be.“Can we move closer to the couch?”You get off of him assuming he means fucking on the couch, but instead he shuffles to press his upper back to the couch, elbows supporting him like he’s in a hot tub. It’s amusing seeing a boy barely weaned from the church's teat reclining so casually. He catches the twinkle in your eye and plays with you. He crosses his hind legs just so he can uncross them and plant them widely, making his stiff cock bounce and bob with weight. Your mouth fills with drool staring down dick with your name written all over it.You assume the same position: cock to your entrance, body squeezed by his tiger arms. This time you’re on your back looking up at Amos’ upside down face. He looks in need of you: His lips are parted, pink tongue tip poking from between his tiny canines. His eyes are lidded and fixed with an impatience you didn’t expect him to carry. His hands rub at the rubbery leather couch surface, trying to keep himself under control.He plants the heels of his hindmost legs to the ground and experimentally thrusts, his arms keeping you situated while his cock slides into you. It pushes in and out with no resistance, not even his knot puts up a fight anymore.You both shiver realizing there is nothing to worry about, no worry of tears, strain, or getting knot-locked.“Ready?” he whispers.“Just fuck me already, pussy cat.”His claws prickle over your nude skin, teasing the line between crushing you like an aluminum can. He pushes inside you with only a sliver of self restraint. You’d be lurching and hitting the top of your head against his junction if it wasn’t for his arms pinning you in place. It’s overwhelming even with the ease you two fit together. His knot fills you and leaves you faster as Amos works up the courage to let loose.You try to reach your hand to your clit but can’t get your arm past his thick arms. All you can do is needily rock into his thrusts, cling to that fleeting sensation of his knot grazing your g-stop with each snap of his hips. His fuzzy balls smack your cunt on a particularly hard pump and your legs flex to catch something, but your heels slide off his lap, leaving you scrambling against his belly fur.“God, please do that again,” you close your eyes and pray.It happens more frequently, that muffled wet clapping between your legs as his belly curls inward to pound inside you.Your eyes focus on him, his mouth is a thin line of clenched teeth as breath rushes in and out with a hiss. He hits your cervix hard and you clench. His mouth opens and a startled moan comes from him. He claps a hand over his mouth and bends his neck back, trying to stop the following moans trickling from his lips.“You sound amazing,” you whimper. The pulse of his cock spikes at your praise, finally reaching him at his vulnerable moment. “I love how strong you are, crush me like a cup! Fill me up, eat me out, throw me out, do it, I would thank you!”He’s panting hard from the exercise, the overstimulation, the praise thrown at him like candy. The thrusting ebbs and his paws shift to hold you more like a burger: a hand on either side of your torso. You get one fanged smirk from him before you feel him insert, this time you’re the one being moved. He slides you on and off his knot like a toy to be fucked til ruined. He is careful at first, weighing how heavy you are in his paws. Like you said, he’s strong and could crush you in your humanoid form. A thrill travels to your cunt knowing how fragile you are like this and how careful he’s being.He looks like he’s savoring the suction of a good silicon sex toy, fangs chewing at his lips as he coasts at that cusp just over the threshold of being torturously slow. Building in his chest is a purring growl, it travels through his cock and into you.You whine when words fail you. He gives in and your entrance swells to cushion the pace he sets for you to keep up with, or not, not like he’s paying attention, his eyes have his upper arms slung over them as his mouth hangs open. If it was cold enough in the room, you’d be seeing his exhale condense in huge clouds, you can tell from how hard his chest is rising and falling under your legs. Your fingers cling to his belly fur to keep you anchored mentally while your body is used, fucked till your thighs ached from the spreading and ass reddened from the impact of his balls.Your expression borders on euphoric pain. What was once periodical moans have turned into short yelps popping from you with the numbing jolt of pain with each thrust. The pain has begun to morph til it’s indistinguishable from pleasure.His arm slides away and his eyes peer low, catching tantalizing glimpses of your clit, shiny and swollen, squishing into the damp fur of his sheath. His agape mouth nibbles itself as he tries to keep his growling down, brow twitching with the effort. His moaning is the least of your concerns when you can’t help your body from making wet slapping sounds. “F-fuck,” your eyes shoot with alertness feeling a subconscious necessity to work with his paws to slam harder onto his dick.“Are you cumming?”“Almost,” you resist the urge to arch your back and grind your clit. The paws on you lift you off his dick, leaving you puckering for his presence. “What’s the problem?”“You can’t cum on me, it’s sinful to have sex like this.” Your boggled brain slowly comes back to Earth. You don’t catch what he’s talking about, this entire thing has sin written all over it. “But… if you and I don’t cum in each other, then it’s less sinful. I think… I’m not sure.”He’s uneducated in even the details of what is or isn’t sinful, a perfect example of how homeschooling mixed with religiousness can lead to an absence of sex education. At least he knows to use a condom. Something about his meek trailing off gets you horny all over again.his unhands lift and you crawl up his torso to cup his cheeks in your hands. “I’ll cum anywhere you want, just tell me where.”His face twitches in your palms. You smooth the fuzzy hair on his cheeks and back towards his tiger ears. Each one gets a slow, tender rubbing between your index and thumb. His hunched shoulders unwind under the sappy care you’re allotting him.“Right here, is fine,” he whispers centimeters from your lips.You bring your fingers to your folds and drip them inside yourself while you sit in his “lap”, shifting your ass over the stiff, muscled core of the junction. His arms wrap around your neck, not unlike a woman would during a high school slow dance.Your upturned lips are captured between his as he leans in. Rounded incisors nip your tongue as you surprise him with enthusiasm tongue right off the bat. He pulls back to apologize but you yank him back in. Your tongue is smaller than his taur tongue, smaller than even your own. That’s not something you’ve thought about until now, feeling your mouth nearly gagged by the bristle-lined muscle grating over your lips and smoothing across your molars. Your tongue can do little to fight back and that loss of dominance is intoxicating.You’re forced to pull away, small lungs losing against Amos’ massive ones. His tongue dangles while you cough and drool. He leans in and grabs your chin. That same pink tongue rakes up the combined saliva and pushes it back into your mouth. Your eyes flutter, your clit twinges, you fingers quicken. His tongue retracts and you swallow, feeling the shot glass of saliva going down.The mingling of hot breath and sweaty skin has you making a puddle against his fur. The slick and sturdy surface grazes your clit and sparks fly. Slick fingers pull from your folds so you can push your hips against him in desperate grinding. He moans against your lips feeling your wet, stiff nub burrowing into his soggy, coarse fur. He makes for a poor grinding board, but you’re so worked up that even a flick of his tongue could send you over.Your walls flutter and you throw your arms around him in a desperate hug. Your knees clench but can’t close around his wide junction. Your innards squeeze around nothing but itself and winks out more squirt that beads hotly in his coat. A thought floats in your head how badly you wish you could be clenching around his girth instead.Head on his shoulders, you listen to the slick up and down jerking his paws do over his cock. An inquisitive look over your shoulder reveals him squeezing the head of it and administering sudden, quick pumps. So close, you can hear in his chest the mantra-like begging he’s whispering. It gargles into a tiger grumble as his hands pump down to his knot and rubs it with a clenched fist.Under you, his body shudders. His tip flinches repeatedly before cum clouds the tip of the condom. It looks blue-tinted by the colored latex, amusingly you imagined it tastes of blueberries.He goes slack under you and you hug him closer like it’ll keep him from toppling over. His head lays on the couch like a rag doll. You’re not much better, still putting your weight squarely onto his chest while your body buzzes.You wish you could stay curled up against him. Maybe not as squirt-soaked as he feels under your butt, fluffier and drier perhaps. Amos’ neck rolls minutely and you let go of him. All that arousal feels washed out of you, things are a little clearer but still foggy with tipsiness. You’re sober enough to feel the awkwardness after a hookup. That’s what this is: just a one time thing, it has to be, you know this.“I need to go to the bathroom and get rid of this,” he mumbles, returning back to that reserved quiet man you initially met. His paws wrap around your waist but you gently swat them away, you can get off on your own. You can keep some dignity before things get too weird. He absentmindedly smooths his belly fur and remembers the mess you made. “And… uh. Figure out how to deal with this.””just lie and say someone spilled their beer on you,” you supply. Amos side eyes you, then down at the large and thoroughly moistened fur. “A couple beers… or.. or maybe just lie and say you got bullied by some mean boys.” He still doesn’t look put at ease by your blubbering.You scuff your socks on the floor, avoiding the puddle of beer and warm bodily juice. You know for a fact neither of you will be cleaning that up. “You’re right… I should find a bathroom too, there’s no way I could continue this party and pretend my panties aren’t soaked.”You pick up your discarded garments and pull them over your gangly human limbs. Re-dressing in disguise is such a strange thing to experience. As you get the hang of it, you hear a squeak of rubber and Amos’ disgusted huff seeing his cum in a condom. He knots it up and puts it aside.In your peripherals, Amos has rolled over to stand up. He’s taller than he seems when laying, or maybe that’s you realizing how short humans are compared to a taur. He bends his upper body to pick up his discarded black hoodie, it’s a human style and only covers his humanoid half, bunching by his junction due to its extra large size. He looks not as thin up top with it concealing him. He pulls on his underwear and pants too with only a little straining to bend and do the zipped on the underside. The damp fur is not as noticeable as you feared with his hoodie and pants on.He catches you watching and gives the back of his hand a nervous lick; a body language quirk of panther-taurs they do as a submissive gesture. Making him anxious causes something to shrivel up inside your get.“I better be going,” you awkwardly shrug.you turn to leave, but struggle to. You cant let this golden catch leave your hands. Your feet shuffle in place, then you turn. “Oh! But— uh.” you rummage through your pockets for your phone. “I can give you my number.”“Oh… is that how these things work? You.. we.. and then..”God he really has never had a fling. And god you really are interested in this guy if you’re pulling out the “let's exchange numbers” this last minute.He holds up his phone for you to add your contacts. It feels remarkably small because of the older model than what’s released now. That’s saying something, you’re in human form which means this isn’t even the correct size for a taur to be using for optimal user experience.You hand it back to him and he squints at it. Your forehead grows humid with the hard to read look on his face. You’re floundering so hard right now.“I’ll be going.. uh.. sssseeee youuuu?” You sound like a strangled goose.Amos looks away from the soggy condom pinched between his fingers. “Huh? Oh, uh.. yeah. See you…?” He sounds even more confused than you.“Aight, sick, cool, awesome,” you splutter as you back away from him, duel finger guns ablazing.You slam the door and glare at the wall. god damn it, what a humiliating hook up. Never trust that alcohol-induced lust, it always gets the better of you.You undo your disguise and feel better grounded with all four paws on the ground again. Your cunt still rubs against itself too smoothly to feel comfortable, and yet you brave the meandering walk to find the bathroom. Again. You need that elusive bathroom more than ever.