Study Break
_Toonces, the Driving Cat, the Cat Who Could Drive a Car
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Jay had to look up with a slightly concerned look of surprise when he heard the door open. The room being absolutely filled with shelves of books, and he in the farthest corner from the entrance, he couldn't see who was making the softly thudding footsteps that bounced off the walls of the large room. Other people in the library basement at the University were rare: The room served mostly as a repository for old uninteresting but necessary government documents, and with bad lighting and only one desk no one ever came down to work. But Jay was always the loner nerd, the type to sit alone and program a game for his calcuator, and enjoyed the complete silence and solitude. Usually he could be found alone in the room buried in a book or tapping away at his laptop, his eyes focused intently on his studies.
But now, his studying was interrupted. His eyebrow cocked, he turned in his chair and waited with a fluttering stomach to see what rare visitor could be interrupting him. Which, for a stomach as round and soft as Jay's, stuffed tightly into an extra large button-down shirt, was a decent amount of fluttering to do. He wondered with only slight apprehension if it was some meddling poli sci student, here to scout the stacks for evidence of conspiracy in the JFK assassination, which seemed to be the only occasion for any company in the dim and musty room.
The intruder popped out of a row of shelves with a devilish grin, and an immediate recognition caused the doberman's heart to skip a beat. It was a hyena named Andrew, twirling a lanyard from his fingers as he walked easily, spilling confidence all over the floor. His gait was unlabored, like they carried no weight aside from themselves, despite the hyena's own husky frame. Though he was bursting with charm and confidence, he still seemed out of place, just as anyone else in the world would have seemed out of place save for the book-fiend doberman. It wasn't like Andrew to show up anywhere other than Jay's dorm, where he made sure to pop in every few days or so. The hyena giggled to himself and took a deep gulp of coffee from his mug, an effort that alone seemed to embody everything about his toxic, addictive personality. Thoughts were already racing through Jay's mind. He could immediately digest and analyze a graph, but Andrew appearance in the lonely library basement was entirely inexplicable to him, except for only one possible explanation that only made Jay more anxious
"I had to look all over campus for you," he said as he reached out a paw and nonchalantly pulled Jay from his chair, turned him around, and bent him over the desk. He pressed against Jay's two bulbous cheeks under tight jeans, continuing his conversation as if they'd only shaken hands while Jay muttered feeble questions only he heard. "Felt like I needed a little study break, you know? Thought I'd seek you out." He had Jay by the collar of his shirt, and though Jay didn't throw his weight around as he could have to simply shake off the somewhat smaller hyena, he only squirmed and writhed with half-hearted pleas to stop. The stocky hyena rode the bucking dog like a bull, keeping himself pressed against the chubby ass as the doberman tried to wriggle free. Immediately he put his mug down to dedicate all his fingers to the task of unbuttoning Jay's shirt.
"Andrew you can't just walk in here and expect- stop unbuttoning my shirt! C'mon, let's just go back to the dorm and-"
Andrew wasn't enough of a smartass to think of a cutting reply, but he was smart enough to simply not say anything at all. The silence was maddening for Jay, who sought an unforthcoming explanation, knowing at his base the answers to his questions anyway, but asking the questions as if those alone would stop the process in its tracks. Jay didn't mind Andrew coming over any time he wanted... it were actually Andrew visits that caused Jay to ask for a single room... but nothing like this. His face felt hot with rank embarrassment. Though the room was empty, he felt a hundred pairs of eyes on him, yet also felt like a hundred hands holding him down from the inside, aiding his flow toward a conclusion determined the moment Andrew stepped foot inside the stacks.
Jay's pleas grew more fervent as his shirt came off and Andrew began to finger his nipples, pulling, pinching, and tweaking them. He felt an alarm of exposure and subtle degredating unlike any kind he experienced (and loved) before, and he had to fight to hold back his yelps as his nips were rubbed and twisted. Though he was bigger, his much rounder and softer build giving him at least a few dozen pounds on the hyena who was stocky enough in his own right, the hot breath on his neck and the stiff bulge against his ass and the paws tweaking his nipples and rubbing his belly made him feel entirely enveloped. He felt like he was tethered to the desk by a million ropes of his own making, ones he couldn't cut if he wanted to. He was Gulliver, and his own desire now flooding back to him, in a place he often went to escape those very thoughts, held him down.
Forced to answer on a bubble sheet, he'd say that it felt good despite the whining from the danger-oriented portions of his brain.
His pants were loosened and they fell to his ankles, and a chill went through him as he realized he was now completely exposed. He wore nothing underneath, and the image of him bent over a public desk with his ass out gave him a surprisingly pleasant rush. His stomach churned with apprehension and his cheeks tingled as the cool air touched them.
The hyena gave the two cheeks a tentative smack, only firm enough to make them jiggle. He sunk both paws hungrily into them, squeezing and kneading the massive hunks of meat that bulged out in a perfect curve and, through the miracles of science and the hope of prayer, remained surprisingly perky. Jay felt that those two physics-defying cheeks were his best asset, and he kept a small portion of his mind dedicated to the thought that a God may exist, one that said "I will make you the antithesis of an underwear model... but you get to have a wonderful ass." Andrew spry and curious paws squeezed, spread, pressed, pinched, rubbed and loved the incomprehensibly pert ass until Jay moaned in abject, resigned pleasure.
The paws took a break after a long shift at work. Jay could hear the sound of an unbuckling belt and and shifting fabric, and his face went hot with anticipation. He squeezed the desk and gritted his teeth, his brow furrowed as he wondered if he would be able to hold back. He wasn't exactly a screamer, but Andrew seemed to have a knack for working him into a froth. He thought for the last time of asking Andrew to move them to a more private spot, but before his mouth could open, a rush of adrenaline cause by a firm slap on the ass made him lightheaded and shut him up for good. He hadn't completely lost himself yet, though. Every time, every time he was ok, he was at least able to remain in control of himself until...
A fat dick slapped against his ass, settling in the crack between the two generous hams. Jay lost it. His short black fur was becoming shiny with sweat, his stubby tail was taut at attention, and his groans became uninhibited, unconcerned of how soundproof the room was. He pressed his ass against the hyena, begging with every ounce of himself but his voice, unable to choke out words in his building passion.
Jay was pressed firm against the desk, his face buried in the laptop he had been studying on only a few minutes prior. His nose mashed the keys, turning his document into an indecipherable wall of text. He could sense Andrew's cocky grin behind him, and could feel his balls slapping against his bare ass. He felt a few drops of precum on the small of his back and his tail. Every little pressure was like a turn to the right of Jay's volume knob. The stout cock stayed wedged between his two cheeks, though it would grind against his hole sending dull shocks of excited anticipation up and down his spine. He panted eagerly and grunted more so, not worried about the public at all anymore. He felt suddenly like taking a gamble.
A handy tube of KY later, the hyena's cock was slick and threatening the doberman's hole, pressing against it enough to make its presence known, but not quite enough to spread it open. Andrew seemed to delight himself in teasing his quarry, watching him squirm and pant on top of the desk, head pressed against the screen of his computer. Envisioning himself, Jay felt all the more desperate for that cock. It was like revving an engine. Andrew would push forward a little and laugh to himself at the loud purr of expectant desire like a finely tuned motor, then listen to it settle down as he backed off again. He couldn't keep his paws off the doberman's meaty cheeks, either, nearly drooling as he prodded and squeezed them. He gave more than a fair amount of slaps to the cheeks, the sound reverberating off the bare walls, the cheeks becoming sensitive and the tiniest tinge of pink showing underneath the jet black fur.
Just when Jay felt like he may go delirious from the maddening, felt himself split wide open with a long, brusque stroke, and unkind and forceful entrance, a first stroke that is at once demeaning and fulfilling, the kind that would make Jay shout and cry for almost a minute - though you'd swear that among the moans and groans there was an "oh god" of approval or two. Just because it was rough didn't mean Jay didn't like it... typically it was the opposite that was true.
Andrew bent over the doberman and hooked his arms around his shoulders and body, fingering the sensitive nipples so the doberman's whines, barks, yelps, pants, groans, moans, and howls did not abate for a moment. He didn't even put up a pretense of going for longevity, apparently not looking for much more than a quick fuck, but Jay enjoyed it just as much as any of their marathon sessions, evident by the puddle of precum already collecting on the floor. Andrew started drilling the tight hole immediately and wouldn't stop drilling until he was done, and as such, Jay likely wouldn't be shutting up for awhile either. He didn't slow down, he didn't try to find the right spots, he simply kept the doberman bent over pressed against his laptop and pounded ass. Fat, but not long, his thrusts were curt, gruff, and quick. When his cock would slip out it would be immediately sunk back in, prying the loose hole open to an unmuted shout.
Jay's stiff cock swung beneath him. He was better hung than the hyena, but that didn't seem to matter considering he was always the one bent over. One thing he did especially well, though, was pre. It was a talent he discovered at a young age, when the fur around his crotch was soaked with the pungent smell of it every time he had a chance to jerk off, eventually having to keep a towel handy. A nearly unbroken stream leaked from his reddening head and pooled on the floor. He usually was not conscious of this, but suddenly he felt something hard against his shaft. After only a moment's consideration - and it was difficult to focus too hard on any one thing when he was being drilled - he discerned that it was a shot glass, the cool glass creating a electrifying sensation against his hot head. He wondered for only a few minutes what it was for until he got his answer, though the smart guy that he was he probably would have figure it out sooner had his ass not been filled with dick. The shot glass was brought to his lips and with a tip of his head it was down the hatch with a salty, thick, sticky mass of precum. A full glass came to his lips a couple more times, with only a few minutes wait between each, and his tongue was absolutely coated in the taste of his own body, and his ears filled with the demeaning laughs of the hyena.
After his fifth stiff shot of his own pungent liquor - each one having a curiously similar effect to alcohol as the fits of passion induced by the act had rendered him nearly drunk, unconscious of most the outside world and wanting only just another drink - he had had enough. Though he had only shut up before when the glass was to his lips, his cries got suddenly louder. He felt the hyena's paw on his dick, stroking slowly as it began to pulse. His muscle tightened, his head buried itself in the laptop keyboard, his toes curled inside his shoes, and his dick emptied completely. It spasmed and twitched for the longest time, shooting strands of cum that didn't seem to get any thinner with each shot, until finally the doberman was weak in the knees, using the desk to hold himself up. He had a few quiet moments of reflection to himself where he took a census of his senses... his head was a little sore from being mashed against his laptop and the wall. His stomach was tingling with the final traces of nervousness, only growing stronger now as he reconsidered what had happened. His lip were moist, and his mouth tasted of cum. His dick was still half hard and seemed to buzz with lingering memories of the joy it had just gone through. And his ass felt a little sore, but that was sort of to be hoped for. He felt the dick slip out of his ass and wondered if the hyena had cum too.
A paw turned him around and put him on knees facing the hyena, cock in hand, mug in the other. The mug was shoved into his face, and he took it in both hands like a cold man clutching hot chocolate. He tipped it to his lips and felt the gooey mess hit his lips. His body tingled with placid energy as he realized it was his own cum, saved for him. It was a peak of degredation he had not before been asked to endure, almost a challenge issued to him, one he accepted with excitement and passion as he slurped all of his seed down as quick as the laws of gravity would allow it. He tongue cleaned the inside of the mug until not even the taste was left.
He was surprised at just how much had come out of him. His head jerked when he felt a jet of cum hit his cheek, and another. He didn't have to open his eyes to realize what was happening, he simply opened his muzzle and caught as much of the tasty wads as he could, until his face was covered and he licked the fur around his lips to taste what he could, until the hyena lifted the mug to his muzzle again and told him to finish that first.
When Andrew pulled up his pants to leave, he left the doberman on his knees, stewing in both their odors and juices. He gave him a quick pat on the cheek, looked at his paw, and wiped the cum off on the doberman's shoulder. He said to him, "I like your little study spot, it's nice and quiet. I'll probably have to join you down here sometime." Then, as quickly as he came, he left, leaving Jay all alone on his knees in the dimly lit room.