Letting Quorol grasp his wrists, Zeke leaned back, his pregnant belly a vast orb of steel grey, crowned with the black jewels that were his erect nipples. Milk streamed from every teat, white fountains that leaked into his fur as he arched his back, his hips swaying, grinding against the cat’s pubic bone. Quorol’s seed and the alluring honey of Zeke’s flower leaked from his gaping ring, oozing down the pink shaft of the feline’s cock, pooling into the wiry pubic fur as Quorol would rock, pushing up into the screeching raccoon. Hugging the cat’s waist Zeke would let his head fall back so that he was gazing at the upside-down window, its shaft of pale moonlight streaming over the carpet to blanket the bed in its radiance. The raccoon’s fat rump wobbled, dimpled cheeks bouncing in time to Quorol’s manly thrusts. The heat, the softness of the rectum which closed around his manhood was too much for the cat. His cock spurted, spraying its shimmering precum up into Zeke, painting the gates of his bloated womb with the hot essence of the moaning feline. 

“Oh, Quorol, this is heaven,” Zeke sighed. 

Quorol tightened his grip on the raccoon’s wrists and suddenly fell backwards. The motion tugged at Zeke’s arms and the raccoon let out a squawk as he found himself upright, speared on the cat’s throbbing member. Quorol lay below him, his head resting on the pillow. The fragrant odors of the raccoon drifted up from the stuffing, filling his nose with the scent of Zeke. He was right, thought Quorol, there was no way he was not going to be dreaming of the raccoon tonight. Gently, he would guide Zeke forward, the raccoon’s belly resting on his stomach, the black hands coming to his chest. Sitting atop his love, Zeke smiled, his fingers beginning to work into the scruff of white fur. Like silk, softer than down, Quorol’s fur rustled as he ran his hands up and down that broad, strong chest. Biting his lip, Zeke turned his sharp claws on the cat’s flesh, raking the tender skin to make Quorol groan in agonizing delight. The cat’s cock throbbed within him, demanding a release he would not give. His hips tilted, his anus closing hard, capturing that swollen bellend, trapping Quorol’s manhood within him. Precum trickled from the spongy tip, spurting as he would rise. His wide hips swayed, moving once more to that primitive rhythm, dancing above Quorol. 

“Is this my turn?” asked the raccoon. “Such a gentleman you are.”

Dizzying elation gripped the cat and Quorol felt his hands losing their strength as the raccoon became something more. His body was a living flame of grey fire, swaying endlessly, moving to the music which only he could hear. His belly slid against Quorol’s stomach, his nipples rubbing into the cat’s fur, making the raccoon tremble in ecstasy. Such delights would only spur him into that maddening dance. His hands gripped hard to Quorol’s chest and Zeke would lean forward, his belly swelling against the cat’s stomach as he let his bloated breasts hang just above Quorol. Those glistening nipples thrust themselves from the swaying fruits of the raccoon, each an ebon stem begging to be plucked and twisted. Each would weep its glimmering nectar, droplets of fresh milk dribbling onto the cat’s chest to soak his fur. Quorol clung to Zeke’s arms, his fingers shaking as he bucked his hips, slamming himself up into the raccoon, lifting Zeke from the bed with a shriek of elation from the raccoon’s lips. 

“Oh, yes,” cried Zeke. “Oh, more.”

The powerful muscles of his back clenched, his buttocks tightening, Quorol would seek to push himself higher. Zeke’s gravid weight crushed down on his pelvis, yet the cat would not surrender. His cock crashed into the broken gates of Zeke’s womb, making the raccoon shriek his joy to the heavens. Those glistening nipples which hung so close to his chest, Quorol would claim, his hands groping at the fat, sagging tits, cupping each breast in a furry palm. Above him, Zeke shuddered in glee, his milk running in thin streams between Quorol’s fingers, not ceasing its flow as the cat would squeeze. At first, a gentle kneading of that fine dough. Quorol felt the soft flesh yield in his hands, rolling as he tugged ever so slightly, pushing back up against Zeke. The milk of the raccoon flowed down his fingers, filling his palms like two glimmering pools which overflowed to run down his wrists as he began to grow more bold. His movements would become harder, stronger. Zeke let out a sudden gasp as the cat pushed back, his fingers finding the erect nipples, pinching at those milky buds. Pain rippled through him, igniting in his brain as the raccoon let out a jubilant howl. His world spun, his hips never slowing as he rocked against that hard manhood. His belly churned, rubbing against Quorol’s stomach. Tilting his pelvis, Zeke would lay his cock on the cat’s lower belly, the slender ebon rod throbbing. His balls churned, nestled into the scruff of Quorol’s pubic fur. Zeke lowered himself once more, his hands moving from Quorol’s chest to grasp his shoulders. His hips thrust, his cock sliding against the cat’s belly, while his own gravid belly would continue to wobble, craving the cat’s touch. 

Quorol loosed his hold on Zeke’s breasts, his hands flying to that gravid hump. His fingers spread across maternal flesh, seeking those weeping treasures which bloomed along the raccoon’s belly. Such gems called to his greedy fingers, his claws absently circling the bumpy areolas as his lover would quake above him in rampant ecstasy. 

“Mmm, Quorol,” moaned Zeke. “What you are doing, don’t stop.”

His lips sagged, glistening with a thread of shimmering saliva and Zeke’s brown eyes could not stay open as he felt the crash waves of sweet elation wash over him. His rigid member pulsed into Quorol’s belly, a hot bar of molten iron which the cat could feel through his fur. Such a sensation only spurred the feline to strike harder. Like the blacksmith to his anvil, Quorol would strike with his fleshy hammer, crashing against the hot metal of Zeke’s womb to shape his lover as he saw fit. Zeke’s hips never stopped moving, driving him with a renewed purpose as his slender rod spurted its first shimmering splash of precum into Quorol’s fur. Molten heat seeped into his fur like lava and Quorol bucked, lifting the raccoon from the bed. Only his full, plush thighs hooked around the cat’s waist would save Zeke from tumbling to the mattress. Quorol fell, dropping him back down, the raccoon’s rump colliding with the feline’s pelvis. Such movement would set the raccoon to rock, Zeke’s manhood sliding up and down Quorol’s lower belly. His cheeks flushing scarlet beneath his fur, Zeke would grip the cat’s shoulders, his eyes closing as he fought back that familiar tickling in his groin. 

“O-Oh, Quorol,” Zeke said with a grimace. “Ugh, I can’t take much more of this.”

Seizing the raccoon by the hips, Quorol then replied, “In that case…”

His pelvis shooting upwards, Quorol summoned the strength in his legs, lifting the squealing raccoon up, up, flipping over to deposit Zeke onto the bed. The springs shrieked in agony as the pair rebounded from the mattress, the frame shaking beneath them, threatening to give out at any moment. Zeke lay on his back, his thighs around Quorol’s waist. The cat positioned himself above the raccoon, his stomach trapping the leaking member between himself and Zeke’s gravid belly. Carefully, he took hold of Zeke’s ankles and lifted them to his shoulders. The raccoon’s mouth fell open in stunned silence as Quorol pressed himself to his belly. His knees were practically touching his shoulders, his rump parting ever wider as the cat pushed deep. As he did so, Quorol would then arch his back, running his rippling muscles along the throbbing ebon rod, stroking Zeke’s cock as his own manhood would explore the depths of the raccoon’s trembling core. 

Pushing deeper, not pulling back, Quorol probed the quivering prostate, circling, caressing, letting his cock slide down the shuddering gland like a lover’s careless finger. Meanwhile, his muscled belly slid against Zeke’s cock, his fattening balls. The raccoon gripped the headboard, tears streaking his furry cheeks as he gasped in a futile attempt to hold back the surging tidal wave of boiling ecstasy. His stomach heaved, his unborn shifting wildly within him, clawing at his womb as if it were to escape that very moment. Hot precum flowed from his weeping tip, becoming white with the first strings of his virile seed. 

“Q-Quorol,” wept the raccoon. “I-I’m coming! I’m coming!”

Quorol seized Zeke by the hips and leaned back, lifting the fat rump from the bed. As he did so, the cat raised his torso, allowing Zeke’s member to at last give forth its molten fury. White, thick seed gushed from Zeke’s tip, a fountain that rained across his swollen belly. Semen stained his fur, clinging to his black nipples to mingle with the rich milk that flowed from each tender bud. His balls clenched and as Quorol slammed his cock deep like a piston, another ropy strand would usher forth to splatter across Zeke’s belly. Again, he painted his own gravid middle with his seed, the scent rising into the air, intoxicating in its cloying aroma, a bitter fragrance to offset the sweetness of milk and the ever present spice of musk. Zeke slumped to the mattress, utterly spent. His softening rod seeped its shimmering semen, flopping to the side to disgorge itself into his thigh. But Quorol had not stopped. The cat’s desire was growing, his pace quickening so that the bed shook with the swaying of his hips. 

“Quorol,” moaned Zeke. He lay sprawled across the mattress, unable to lift his head as he whimpered in the cat’s arms. “Please, finish me. I don’t think my poor heart can take any more of this.”

Fingers sinking into the quivering flesh, Quorol would pierce that wailing core, pushing into the broken gates of that final bastion. Proudly, his sword would penetrate that gravid womb, its tip like pink velvet. His balls ached, so bloated were they that the white strands of his virile seed were already boiling up his bulging rod, foaming from the gaping urethra as he let forth his hot precum. His fangs slipped from his peeling lips, white in the dull light of the bedroom. The lamplight painted his muzzle a ruddy hue, the moonlight a silvery glow to dance upon his fur, making the swell of his powerful arms stand up in definition like that of a marble sculpture. Reaching behind his head, finding the headboard, Zeke seized it like it was the last lifepreserver on that turbulent sea of giddy bliss. Tears streamed from his eyes, seeping into the fur of his cheeks while mucus bubbled from his snout. His belly quaked, rocking with the undulations of his lover, his best friend who thrust deep and did not pull back. Quorol circled with his hips, lifting Zeke from the bed, dropping the howling raccoon back down to make the bedsprings shriek in tortured agony. 

“A-Ah, Zeke,” cried Quorol. Manfully, the cat held back the overwhelming pressure which threatened to burst his swollen balls. “I can’t hold it anymore. I’m going to… to…”

Zeke had scarcely the time to brace for that molten torrent. For with a scream of utter exaltation, Quorol released. Hot, bubbling seed exploded in triumph, pouring its sticky fury deep into the raccoon’s thirsting womb. His belly aching from the sudden eruption of the heat and the sheer volume, Zeke would jerk his head up, a scream of his own rising from his tortured throat to join in the cat in a chorus of their love. 

“O-Oh, Quorol,” Zeke wailed. 

The pain of his expanding womb was only matched by the blissful elation of his friend’s throbbing erection rubbing deep, pounding into his hot core as another ropy strand would erupt to add itself to the boiling cauldron that was his swelling belly. From the size of full-term Zeke’s belly would continue to grow, becoming as one pregnant with twins. His flesh stretched itself painfully, groaning as the cat gave himself once more. The raccoon’s navel thrust itself upwards, reaching towards the heavens as the unborn within Zeke lashed out, pummeling at his kidneys in protest. The air was blasted from his lungs, his body shaking. A hot sweat prickled his fur and for an instant, Zeke thought that he would die from sheer pleasure. Never had he felt like this before, not with anyone other than Quorol. His fingers gave out, slipping from the headboard as the raccoon crashed to the bed. His arms lay splayed out to his sides, his belly a vastly swollen mound which blocked out all view of the panting cat who continued to push himself into the raccoon’s flabby rump. 

Quorol braced himself on Zeke’s belly, astonished by the size of the raccoon. Had he truly done that? His balls yet screamed for release, demanding that he pump himself deep, filling that gravid womb until the white ooze spurted from Zeke’s battered rump. Strings of pearly white glimmered, pouring from the bruised, puffy ring to roll down the pink shaft of his throbbing cock. The scent of his seed mingled in the fetid air, mixing with the warmth of his sweat, the sweetness of milk and the bitter tang of Zeke’s semen cooling on the raccoon’s belly. Quorol lowered his brown head, his hands now moving up from the wide, perfect hips to explore the new growth of his friend’s massive belly. How much Zeke had swelled, the sight was incredible. The steel grey fur stuck up, crusting with the raccoon’s seed, rough and stiff beneath his curious fingertips. So big had the raccoon become, that his skin was beginning to show through this fur. Never had Quorol known that flesh could stretch that much. Zeke looked ready to burst, almost carrying triplets. 

Licking his lips, tasting the salt, Quorol gave one last, feeble pump and then began to slide his limp member free. A gush of semen spilled from Zeke’s anus, but the raccoon quickly closed his thighs, stopping the flow. He would not wish to lose a single precious drop as he turned his weary gaze up to meet Quorol’s green eyes. The cat knelt above him, one hand braced on the mattress, the other coming to place a hand upon Zeke’s belly. Gingerly, Quorol traced his claws down the slope of Zeke’s belly, letting his fingertips graze the tender lower abdomen, rising up to circle the distended navel. Zeke, below him, sighed gently, utterly content. The raccoon looked so tired, as if any glimmer of energy left in him was gone, vanished into the ether. Quorol’s fingers ran down the slope of Zeke’s belly, coming to the heaving mounds of the raccoon’s breasts. Wet with milk, the fur would seek to cling to his fingers as he so nobly strode into the dark valley which yawned between those rising peaks. Daring the trembling chasm, he would skirt the oasis of Zeke’s collarbone, his lips lowering, coming so close to the black mouth. 

Zeke’s heart leapt into his throat, pounding in his temples to drown out the feeble moans as his vision became filled by the cat’s looming muzzle. His black paws came up from the bed, weakly pushing back against the broad chest, but unable -- perhaps, unwilling -- to force the feline away. 

“Quorol,” asked Zeke. His pulse hammered so loudly in his ears that he sounded as if were speaking inside a tin can. “Quorol, what are you doing?”

For an instant, the cat checked his descent. His lips hovered just above Zeke’s plush, wet mouth. His breath, warm and wet, carrying the scent of coffee and the sweetness of Zeke’s own milk, billowed against the raccoon’s lips. Zeke’s belly tightened, setting his bloated abdomen to wobble as the raccoon’s eyes grew wide. 

Above him, Quorol’s green orbs glimmered with a deep jade, luminous in the dull glow of the lamp. Shimmering gems looked down upon the raccoon with something that Zeke had never before seen from his friend. 

Laying a hand against the raccoon’s wet cheek, Quorol said, “This is something I should have done a long time ago. Something that we both wanted, but I guess neither could admit to.”

Zeke’s nostrils flared, his lips becoming pressed into a thin, black line. Swallowing back the tightness in his throat he could only lie there, helpless as Quorol then moved his other hand to rest on the raccoon’s hip. The cat’s lips came down, the soft flesh meeting the plush ebony with a kiss that exploded in Zeke’s brain like a firecracker. The raccoon’s splayed fingers shook against Quorol’s chest, their claws vanishing into the creamy white of the cat’s fur. His eyes closed, his head tilting to embrace the kiss of his friend. The wet popping of their saliva echoed in the bedroom, joined by the low murmuring chorus of their swinish grunts as the pair claimed one another. Zeke’s mouth parted, his lips opening, allowing Quorol’s rough, pink tongue to plunge into his waiting maw. The flat member slithered deep, curling back to rub the palate of the raccoon’s mouth. He slid along the white fangs, caressing the red gums, like stretched silk. Zeke too, would slide deep, slipping under Quorol’s tongue to leap into the cat’s mouth. There, he would partake of the slick gums, sliding under Quorol’s tongue, tickling the rough flesh to make the feline purr. 

Their mouths separated for but an instant, crackling with the shimmering saliva that trickled from Quorol’s jaws to run down the raccoon’s chin like hot icing. His fingers sliding up Quorol’s chest, Zeke would wrap his arms around the strong neck, dragging the cat back down. With a low hum in his breast, the raccoon would bring their mouths once more together, his tongue curling to hook the pointed incisors, not daring to let Quorol pull away from him. Instead, the cat would slide down his esophagus, his grey throat beginning to swell with the swirling meat of his love. His heart thrummed in his chest, skipping wildly as his body responded to the cat’s touch. Quorol’s hand ran through the fur of Zeke’s hip, seizing the dimpled buttock to pull the raccoon close. The pregnant belly of Zeke slipped against his ribs as he lowered himself to Zeke’s side. He wanted nothing more than to remain there, his mouth pressed to Zeke’s lips, their bodies entwined like two serpents upon his soiled bed. The moonlight played across their sweaty forms, making their damp fur sparkle, while the lamp cast its warm glow on them with flames of orange to set their fur alight to shimmer alongside the lunar radiance. 

Slowly, Quorol would draw his lips from Zeke’s swollen mouth, the raccoon gasping quietly as he fought for breath. The heaviness of his gravid belly, sloshing with Quorol’s seed, made every pant an exertion, but one that he wished would never end. His lips curled into a weary smile, his eyes meeting Quorol’s emerald stare. 

“That was incredible,” said the cat. “I didn’t know we could do that.”

“I know,” sighed Zeke. “It was better than I hoped for.”

His hands slid down from the cat’s shoulders, sliding along Quorol’s chest and the rippling waves of his belly. It had been perfect, so completely perfect. Suddenly, a pang of terror struck the raccoon’s heart. His ears pricked up, his eyes growing wide in horror. Above him, Quorol was placing a hand to the raccoon’s cheek. 

“Listen, Zeke,” Quorol began. “About tonight… Um, do you think…”

But the cat would not have the chance to finish that sentence, for with a sudden burst of crazed fear, the raccoon exploded up from his arms. The bed shook as Zeke tumbled back, colliding with the headboard, his belly shaking as he panted wildly. 

“Zeke,” cried Quorol. The cat had both hands up now, rising to his knees. “Zeke, what’s wrong?”

“Don’t come near me,” shrieked the raccoon. “Don’t touch me.”

A black paw lashed out, cracking against Quorol’s cheek like a bullwhip, sending the feline staggering. Zeke leapt from the bed, toppling over the edge to hit the floor with a resounding thud. 

“Zeke,” called the cat, his hand on his cheek. “Zeke, are you all right?” 

Zeke groaned, rolling over onto his hands and knees. Gripped by the surging terror in his breast, he managed to stumble to his feet. 

“This was a mistake,” he sobbed. Tears ran down his cheeks, his eyes glistening as he scooped up his discarded clothing. “This was all a mistake.” Clutching his clothes to his chest, he lumbered to the door. 

Quorol rubbed his stinging cheek, watching the raccoon stop at the edge of the hall. Placing a hand on the jamb, Zeke turned back once, his brown eyes reflecting an animal terror. 

“I’m so sorry,” he wept. Zeke shook his head. “We never should have done this. I don’t know what I was thinking. I-I’m sorry, Quorol.”

“Zeke, wait!” 

But the raccoon was already fleeing from the bedroom. One black paw tucked beneath his swaying belly, Zeke was running -- waddling more like it -- down the hall and away from Quorol’s room. The cat’s voice rang in the empty hall, carrying Quorol’s words to his ears as he burst into his own room. His clothes, he would let tumble to the floor. His bed, narrower than Quorol’s, squatted against the wall, the pillows surrounded by the pastel fur of several stuffed toys which were promptly hurled to the floor as the raccoon crashed onto the mattress. Only one was spared from Zeke’s assault, a blue unicorn with glittering black eyes. Hugging the toy to his chest, Zeke drew his knees to his bloated middle, his body quivering as he sobbed into the azure fur. 

“What have I done?” he wept. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I was… I was so tired. I needed someone, but why did I pick him?” He plunged his hot face against the stuffed unicorn, his shoulders quaking as he let out a shuddering cry. “I just wanted some relief. I never intended to fall in love.”

From the open doorway, a shadow fell across the bed. Zeke turned, seeing Quorol standing in the doorway. The cat had hastily thrown on a button-down shirt, leaving the garment unbuttoned to reveal his muscled torso. 

“Zeke,” he said. 

The raccoon brought the unicorn to his muzzle, as if the little stuffed toy would ward off the advancing feline. Quorol stepped into the bedroom, his feet padding quietly to the edge of the bed. Slowly, he took a seat, one hand reaching towards Zeke. In response, the raccoon flinched, as if Quorol were somehow poisonous. The cat stopped, his hand hovering just above the raccoon, then with a sigh, he drew his fingers back. 

“Quorol, I’m sorry,” said Zeke. He placed the unicorn on the bed and was now propping himself up into a sitting position. “About before, I mean. I shouldn’t have hit you.”

His black paws dangled over his pregnant belly, distended well beyond his knees. Zeke kept his snout down, not wishing to meet the gaze of the cat beside him. 

“It’s okay, really,” said Quorol. The cat hooked his fingers over the edge of the bed, his claws plucking at the thin blanket. “I think I understand why you were so upset.”

“You do?” Zeke suddenly looked up, his eyes meeting those of Quorol. Red-rimmed and glistening, they blinked once before the raccoon would turn from the cat once more. Zeke’s ears drooped, his bushy tail laying flat across the mattress. “I-I’m not sure what you mean.”

Quorol’s hand reached out again for the raccoon, this time falling atop Zeke’s black paw. The strong brown fingers curled over the ebon claws. Zeke gave a start, but did not pull his hand away. Instead, the raccoon would turn his muzzle up to meet the cat’s eyes, his tail beginning to swish slightly behind him. 

“You know what I mean, Zeke,” said Quorol. “Because I felt the same way. The moment we both started fooling around on the couch, everything had changed.” Quorol lifted Zeke’s paw, bringing the black hand to his lap. “I felt it the first time we made love.” The cat gave a rueful smile. “Even if it was sort of awkward.”

“The second time was much better,” replied the raccoon. He leaned against Quorol, his tail gently falling across the cat’s. “You were very eager back there.”

Quorol shot a glance at Zeke’s swollen belly and blushed beneath his fur. “Well, I had inspiration.” Gently, he squeezed Zeke’s hand. “But, what I’m trying to say is that we both knew what was going to happen.”

“Did we?” Zeke sighed, his head laying on the cat’s shoulder. “Did we really know?”

Quorol turned his head, his muzzle nestling into Zeke’s hair. The scents of the raccoon’s sweat and of the lavender of his soap clung to the mane of black. “I think we did. It’s why you suddenly ran away.”

Zeke’s heart hammered in his breast, for he dreaded the words which he knew were coming. Yet at the same time, his body tingled as if by an electric current, hoping that Quorol would say what he had so often dreamed about. 

“We both feared to fall in love,” said the cat. “We were afraid that if we did and the other did not return our feelings that it would ruin the friendship we had built for so long.”

His breath caught in his throat, his pulse pounding now in his temples, drowning out all other sounds. Quorol was saying it, but would it really mean what Zeke had longed for? Biting his lower lip, Zeke clung to the cat’s arm as if fearing Quorol would suddenly disappear, leaving him alone. 

“Zeke, I guess what I’m saying is,” said Quorol. 

“Oh, please don’t,” whimpered the raccoon. “Quorol, don’t force yourself to say it. I-I don’t want it to be this way.”

The cat let go of Zeke’s hand, taking the raccoon into his arms. The swollen belly, gravid with the unborn life within his womb, sloshing with the cat’s virile seed, pressed against Quorol’s stomach as he held Zeke close. Milky breasts wobbled against his chest, weeping softly their white stream to soak into his fur. Quorol did not care, for he found himself lost in the brown expanse of the raccoon’s eyes. Zeke looked up at him, his lips glistening as his pink tongue flicked into view. Swallowing, the raccoon grasped Quorol’s shoulders with shaking paws, not daring to let go. 

“Zeke, I love you,” said Quorol. “There, I finally said it. I love you. I want to be with you, Zeke.”

The cat’s words struck him like a thunderbolt. Tingling sparks of lightning raced down his spine, filling his quaking limbs with their numbing charge. Zeke could only sit motionless, his body growing stiff. Then, his lower lip began to quaver, trembling. His jaw began to move, tears streaming from his eyes. Zeke buried his head into the scruff of Quorol’s fur, sobbing like a cub, not caring at all that the cat was there to witness his crying. His belly ached, clenching as he wept. Quorol wrapped his arms around the raccoon, his fingers sliding down Zeke’s back. 

“Quorol,” sniffled Zeke. “Quorol, I love you too. I’ve loved you for so long. At first, I thought it was because I got pregnant. The hormones and all. You know, I wasn’t exactly lying when I said that I couldn’t sleep.” He peeled his runny nose from Quorol’s chest, leaving behind a glimmering trail of slick mucus. Wiping his eyes with one paw, he then turned his face up to his love. “But, I needed something else. I needed you, wanted you, Quorol. I was so scared. Scared that I had done something foolish. That you wouldn’t see things the way I did and that you would reject me.”

“And then you ran back to your room,” said Quorol. 

“I did,” replied Zeke. His tears were slowing, his cheeks wet and his nose bubbling with snot. “I must look silly.”

Laying his hand on the raccoon’s damp cheek, Quorol leaned in close. His hot breath billowed on Zeke’s lips, the raccoon’s ears lowering, his eyes closing. 

“You always look silly,” chuckled the cat. “But, you were my silly raccoon.”

“Quorol.” The same came out in a breathless whisper as Zeke’s lips met the cat’s mouth. 

The soft pop of their lips echoed in the room, their mouths seeking one another in the gloom. Zeke’s tongue slid between his jaws, slipping into Quorol’s mouth to entangle itself around the cat’s rough tongue. Quorol’s hands would fall down the curve of Zeke’s spine. Finding the raccoon’s jiggling rump, he would claim those dimpled globes for his own. Zeke arched his back with a sudden start, his nostrils flaring. His swollen belly pressed itself into the cat, driving Quorol backwards. With Zeke in his arms, the pair would tumble to the bed, setting the springs to squeal beneath them as Quorol would hold the raccoon tight. Their lips did not separate as the tongues twisted, darting deep to curl across smooth fangs and the ridges of their palates. Pushing back, Zeke would pluck his honeyed mouth from Quorol’s lips, their tongues still clashing, entwined in the open air, twisting like serpents to rain down their warm saliva to drip onto Quorol’s chin. 

That very same chin, Zeke would attack, his mouth cresting the scruffy jaw to claim Quorol’s corded throat. The cat tilted his head back, allowing Zeke to trace his way to the indent of the feline’s collarbone. His kisses would fill that empty chalice, his love overflowing, running down the cat’s broad chest in a flood of hot, passionate kisses which made Zeke’s belly grow warm. Quorol moaned softly, his manhood twitching. Despite their wild love only moments ago, the raccoon could still stir his blood, making his pulse quicken. His hands seized Zeke’s biceps, dragging the bewildered raccoon back up to meet his eyes. 

“I thought you needed rest?” Quorol said with a smile. 

Zeke laughed, returning a sheepish grin. “What can I say? You just have a way with me.”

Laying his head against a broad shoulder, Zeke flung an arm across Quorol’s chest. His belly stretched over the cat’s middle, his unborn churning dreamily within him. One leg, he draped over Quorol, the cat dropping his hand to a wide, round hip. 

“This was perfect,” said Zeke. His cheek nuzzled Quorol’s fur. “Um, do you think that you could stay here for tonight? I would like it if we could be together.”

“Of course,” replied Quorol. “I could never be apart from you. Not anymore.”

Zeke pressed his lips together, stifling the sob that threatened to bubble up in his throat. “Thank you, Quorol.”
He laid his head down, his eyes growing heavy. The darkness of the bedroom began to creep around him, swaddling him like a thick blanket. His mind drifted, growing hazy as slumber began to take him. 

“Oh, what’s this?” Zeke then heard Quorol say. 

In an instant, the raccoon’s eyes shot wide, his heart leaping into his mouth. Quorol was grinning, in his hand a long, white wand. The shape was unmistakable, the tip bulged slightly, rounded so as to glide along smooth skin. 

“You put that down,” squawked Zeke. “I-I needed it.”

“Really?” laughed the cat. “You know, I didn’t know you had one of these.” He thumbed the bright purple switch on the side and the massager began to vibrate, buzzing audibly. “Wow, Zeke. That’s some power.”

“I needed it,” squealed the raccoon. “I told you I was so pent up. Oh, put it back, Quorol, please.”

“I think I have a better idea,” said Quorol. 

He brought the vibrating rod to Zeke’s belly, the wand humming as he circled the distended navel. Zeke’s paws flew to his mouth, his tail wagging as the vibrations swept through him. Spurred by the movements of the massager, his unborn would begin to stir. Tiny feet fluttered, pressing up against his bloated middle as the cat would bring the massager down the slope of the raccoon’s belly. Gently, Quorol would place the wand to Zeke’s leaking tip, the raccoon’s cock responding, growing hard as he would let the wand bring his love to full arousal. 

“Q-Quorol,” gasped Zeke. O-Oh…”

His cock throbbed, stirred to life by that wondrous device. Slowly, Quorol let the massager slide down the plump undershaft, coming to tuck between the fattened balls. Such sensations would bring the raccoon to spurt a glimmering trail of precum, his mouth hanging open in a silent wail of agonized jubilation. But Quorol was not done, for the cat was running the plastic wand along the full thigh, seeking to slide between Zeke’s legs. The raccoon would lift his leg, allowing the wand to come to his flabby rump. Easily, Quorol slid between the damp cheeks, squelching in the spent seed and Zeke’s honeyed fluids. 

“Mmm,” moaned the raccoon as the tip brushed his battered flower. “Ngh, yes, I need this.”

Quorol’s breath was on his mouth, those perfect lips seeking to claim his own. Zeke gave no resistance, allowing Quorol to place his mouth to the black lips, plush as ripe cherries. Meanwhile, the cat was pushing up, pressing the wand into Zeke’s gaping anus. The vibrating tip hummed merrily, shuddering against the puckered ring to set the raccoon’s brain alight with a renewed desire. 

“Quorol,” he said, pulling his lips from the cat. “Enough, I want to return the favor.” 

Pushing himself up, Zeke took the vibrating wand from Quorol’s hand and pressed the switch. The humming immediately stopped and the raccoon opened his fingers, letting the plastic wand fall to the carpet. His fangs bit down on his fat, lower lip, his fingers splaying through Quorol’s fur as he then shoved himself back. His thighs parted, allowing his swollen belly to sag to the bed. Zeke slid all the way back until he was between Quorol’s knees, his snout hovering close to the cat’s groin. The raccoon’s wet, hot breath panted on the cat’s growing erection, his lips grazing the throbbing flesh. Without hesitation, Zeke would wrap his lips around the cat’s cock, sliding all the way to the base of the shaft. Quorol gripped the blankets, his eyes closing as pleasure swept over him like a hot wave. 

Rising now, Zeke would close his lips hard around that quivering member, his tongue sliding along the plump undershaft, lapping the bitter tang of Quorol’s precum, savoring the salt of the cat’s sweat. The slime of their love still clung to the engorged flesh and Zeke would lick it away, letting the wad play on his nimble tongue like a fine wine. Up to the velvet tip, he stopped, his tongue slithering around the spongy glans, probing the weeping urethra as Quorol only groaned. His black paws came to take hold of the cat’s scrotum, rolling the fat testicals between his fingers as his other hand closed thumb and forefinger around the cat’s shaft. His lips around Quorol’s tip, Zeke would then stroke, closing hard, opening as he rose up the cat’s cock. Faster, harder, never stopping, the raccoon would bring the feline to that howling climax. Hot semen sprayed into his mouth, filling his cheeks to swell comically as he gulped. Warm sludge slid down his bulging throat to pool in his belly as Zeke plucked his sticky lips from Quorol’s member. Pushing himself up, he then looked Quorol in the eyes, his cheeks puffing with the cat’s bitter essence. Not looking away, he then swallowed the entire load, opening his mouth to reveal his tongue. 

Quorol gulped, unable to so much as speak. Perched above him, the raccoon’s eyes took on a mischievous glint, those brown orbs sparkling in the shadowy gloom. Zeke’s gravid belly, swollen to greater size with the addition of yet more of Quorol’s seed, would slide along the rippling waves of the cat’s roiling stomach. The distended navel traced up Quorol’s belly like a questing finger, the fluttering of the raccoon’s unborn bubbling as Zeke’s milky breasts would come to sag against the cat’s chest. Zeke placed one hand on Quorol’s chest, his black fingers disappearing into the white fur. Without a second thought, the raccoon plunged, his lips coming to meet the astonished mouth of the cat. The nimble tongue struck like that of a cobra, slithering deep, painting Quorol’s tongue with a soupy mixture of saliva and his own semen. The bitter tang made his head swim, his belly grown hot, tasting himself on the tongue of his lover. Slowly, Zeke pulled back, a string of drool clinging between them, his tongue hanging from his mouth as he laid down beside the cat. 

“How was that?” Zeke asked. 

For what seemed an eternity, Quorol could only lay frozen, his eyes wide. Then, rolling over, he would seize the raccoon, grasping Zeke’s wide hips. 

“H-Hey, gently now,” came the laugh from Zeke. 

Quorol was turning him, rolling him onto his belly; the tremendous girth of his bloated womb forced the raccoon to thrust his ass up into the air, his cheeks spreading before the feline. Quorol took hold of Zeke’s tail, lifting it away from the quivering cheeks, splitting open before his hungry eyes. With both hands, the cat would clasp those dimpled mounds, like fresh dough, parting the wobbling globes to reveal the sticky, battered ring. Zeke’s anus puckered, trembling as the cool air kissed the hot flesh. 

“I’ve been wanting to do this,” said Quorol. “And my love, I shall tonight.”

“Quorol, you wouldn't," squawked Zeke. 

But Quorol would, his muzzle descending, his lips coming to that gaping ring. Zeke plunged his face into a pillow, his screams, though muffled, still rang in the air as the cat’s rough tongue slid along the puckered flesh. Around and around, Quorol lapped the sticky goo from Zeke’s ass, his lips closing, suckling with noisy slurps. His tongue darted forward, spearing deep, plummeting down into the smooth rectum. The muscles of the raccoon closed around him, undulating like the sea to guide him to that quaking gland. The swollen prostate would shudder with the cat’s caress, making the raccoon’s body shake. Zeke’s slender cock spurted, throbbing in its erection as Quorol curled his tongue back to run along the trembling walls of Zeke’s very core. Sweat prickled his flesh and Zeke realized the wicked feline had planned this devilish feast. Throughout the evening he had been pampered and plumped, made ready to be supped upon by his love. Those fat, warm buns, glazed with their bitter icing were more than the enticement Quorol needed. He pulled his tongue free, licking the succulent glaze from the black ring, leaving Zeke’s anus slick and shiny. Again, he plunged, the room echoing with the wet suckling slurping sounds of the cat’s meal. Zeke wept anew, his belly clenching painfully as he released himself into the blankets. Ropy seed spurted from his tip, pouring his essence out as he shrieked in utter elation. 

“Nothing like a nighttime snack,” said the cat.

Quorol emerged, his muzzle shiny and wet, dripping with the honey of his love. Carefully, he lifted the raccoon into his arms and laid down, making sure to avoid the spreading stain which Zeke had left on the bed. The raccoon’s head lay on his chest, Zeke’s belly swelling against his side. One leg draped itself over his waist and Quorol would hook his fingers around the soft thigh, his other arm wrapped around Zeke’s pregnant belly. His hand rested on the raccoon’s stomach, feeling the movements of his unborn. 

“It was quite a night,” Quorol said. “For you and me both. I guess we’ll have to think about what it all means, right Zeke? Zeke?”

When the raccoon did not respond, Quorol turned his gaze down. Zeke’s eyes were closed, his breathing the slow, deep rhythm of slumber. 

“I guess it really was what you needed,” the cat chuckled. “Rest well, my love. You deserve it.”