Calvin awoke with a groan. Clenching his hindlegs together, he moved to get up, only to feel like he’d landed crotch-first on a jungle gym bar whenever he tried. It was a throbbing pain, like he’d pulled a muscle in the worst of places.

The fuck… oww, what happened?

While his groggy brain struggled to catch up with his body, Ron was right there to remind him of the amazing events of last night. Still fast asleep, the deerling was drooling against the liepard’s neck and playing the role of the big spoon in their tangle of limbs. It wasn’t the first time they slept together during a sleepover, but there was something special, something… intimate in the way Ron clutched him to his chest, his stiff, slender morning wood poking against the small of his back. 

At that point, everything clicked, and the events of the previous night crashed upon him. Calvin burst into a giggle fit of epic proportions.

"Fuck yeah," he whispered as he was being snuggled by his best, sexiest friend in the entire world. "We had sex last night. I got fucked by a boy. It hurts so good… ow."

Calvin had already anticipated the pain, this being his first time getting so wonderfully, thoroughly stuffed, but he never expected this much discomfort the day after. Squeezing his hind legs together only made it worse. Somehow. The consequences of taking Ron's impressive deerling cock not once, not twice, but three awesome times was literally biting him in the ass now.

Worth it.

Miraculously, the towels they had used to keep their mess to a minimum still remained in place. Which was good; he could feel himself leaking. 

Calvin spread his hind legs, and sighed in relief as he opened himself up, expediting the flow of their mixed fluids. It felt distinctly gooey, warm too. Which made sense given how much cum remained inside him all night. 

The liepard stretched into a wide yawn, then swiveled around to be belly to belly with Ron, the deerling's cock trapped by his thighs like a hotdog between two soft buns, tip twitching against the base of his tail. Calvin was content to stay like this, in the cozy embrace of his best friend, enjoying the feeling of his stiff morning wood. 

Then Ron started humping him. 

Ah, wow, that feels… mhmm… 

The stimulation against his vulva, balls, and ass had the happy bonus of drawing his own penis out to play, the narrow taper poking into Ron's soft underbelly. He resisted the urge to hump back, despite how badly he wanted to. He was still sore, after all, even if his penis hadn't gotten in on the fun.

Besides, Ron probably wouldn't appreciate waking to Calvin’s junk rubbing all over him.

He nudged Ron with his snout. “Dude, wake up. I'm totally cool with you using my ass to get off, but I'd rather you be awake for it."

The humping stopped. “Oh, uh, I am awake… sorry, should I stop?”

“No way,” Calvin said breathlessly. Out of all the things he expected to happen this morning, Ron initiating was not on the list. Giggling, he nuzzled Ron and pressed even closer, trapping Ron’s dick under his tail, and his own against the deerling’s oh-so-soft chest. “I’m still a little sore, but if you wanna play a little, I’m game.”

Ron returned the nuzzle, and even licked him across the cheek. “Uh, I mean, that sounds fun, but are you alright enough to have sex again? I-I understand if you’re too sore to stick it inside, but I’ve always wanted to do it with morning wood. Please?” 

The deerling’s long, thin cock slid between Calvin’s thighs as he spoke, rubbing against his fur, teasing all sorts of new feelings out of him. He never would have thought such usually un-sexual areas could be so sensitive. Were they erogi—whatever zones that sex-ed talked about?

“You’ve always wanted to do it period,” he teased, leaning back to better look Ron in the eyes. The deerling seemed so hopeful. He really wanted this. It was such a lovely change from yesterday that Calvin couldn’t bring it in himself to say no. “If you’re careful, you can put it in. But no thrusting! I’m a little sore.”

The joyous spark in Ron’s eyes made any future soreness more than worth it. “Got it! I’ll be careful. Um, putting it in now…”

Ron wasted no time prodding at his entrance, not a hint of grace in his attempt to jam his cock inside. There were a few false thrusts, once even poking between his thighs, Ron grunting despite the miss. Eventually he struck true, and Calvin bit his lip as his folds spread for that wonderful deerling cock of Ron’s. Firm, thin, warm, having it inside him again was like nothing else, though the pressure made him wince, a sharp jab of tingly intensity. More than expected—he hadn’t been this big yesterday, had he?—and Calvin bit his lip to stifle a noise. A little pain was worth the bliss that would follow.

Calvin braced himself when Ron put more force into it. One jab was all it took, a single, eager thrust. Last night’s creampie squelched out with a barely audible squish. 

“H-ha, you’re in,” he said with a faint chuckle, only to swallow a whine when Ron jerked deeper. Claws digging into the blanket, he squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself for what he knew was coming. “Y-yep, definitely inside me!”

Being stuffed with cock so soon after last night proved just as intense as he knew it would. Getting the entire thing inside would no doubt be an uphill struggle, given how sore he was already. 

When Ron gripped him around the waist and slowly, gently pushed deeper, an embarrassing mewl escaped his throat, instantly dissolving the brave facade he’d been trying to maintain.

The deerling paused his entry, throbbing inside.

 “Are you alright, dude? You feel really good—h-ha—but I won’t push any deeper if I’m hurting you. I’m totally fine with only half of it in, really!”

Was it really only half? It felt like way more than that.

Regardless of how deep Ron actually was, the concern in the deerling’s voice melted Calvin’s heart. 

“I’m fine!” he insisted. “It’s, uh, my pussy just isn’t very happy being stuffed so soon after last night, is all. You can push deeper, just… don’t move after bottoming out.”

Ron seemed to hesitate, but the temptation of the promised liepard pussy was apparently too great to resist, and so he pushed the rest inside, sliding nice and deep until Calvin felt a sudden unyielding resistance when deeper simply… wasn’t possible anymore. 

He bit his lower lip and took it like a good boy, ignoring the panic within that demanded he get away from the massive foreign invader plundering depths that, in hindsight, weren’t designed to accommodate such large lengths.

“Fuu—” the deerling moaned as his balls impacted the leopard's crotch, resting his head on his shoulders as he got the easier end of the deal. “This is the best way to wake up, g-gosh! I-I’m not going to last! You feel too good!”

“Y-you too.” It was the truth. Intense as taking an entire deerling cock was, it was a good intensity. It started as a slow punch in the gut, but like last time, the initial stab of penetration gradually eased into a wonderful throbbing fullness. “Ha, dick is great. Maybe you’ll let me—hnnn—top sometime?”

Ron didn’t seem to hear him. The deerling’s ears were splayed back, mouth parted as he loudly panted into his ear.

Calvin could relate, fuck, could he relate! Building tension, a growing rush of pleasure. Tightness, squeezing Ron hard enough for spots to dazzle his vision. He hadn’t expected to be so close already. The deerling wasn’t even moving yet, just holding still, balls deep. Exactly how Calvin had told him to.

A pent up deerling was using him to ease his morning wood, and Calvin was the one who was going to cum first?

The absurd depths of his own excitement made him snort. “Ron, I—ha—think I’m going to beat you to—”

The door slammed open. 

“Boys! Breakfast is ready!”

All chaos broke loose. With a squeak that would have been adorable in any other circumstance, Ron attempted to pull out in a panic, but the sudden movement only proved to slide him along his already much-too-tight walls juuust right.

It was— it was just soo—

“Fuuuuck…” he whined, quietly as he could, as the most badly-timed orgasm in history claimed the liepard. He had tried to hold it back, really, he did. Tensing best he could, all it did was make the final explosion of bliss all that more intense, pushing him so far past the point of no return it was impossible to figure out the exact time he popped. All he knew was his sudden clenching made the pressure unbearable, and the ropes of cum he spilled all over the sheets would be a bitch to wash out.

“F-fuck, don’t r-raise your voice, but I can’t stop— I can’t st— I’m c-cumming”. Biting his tongue, his body stayed true to his words, squeezing and gripping his poor, whimpering friend, clamping down ferociously on Ron’s dick as though trying to bring him right over the edge with it.
 
All the while, Ron’s mom stood in the door, probably wondering why they were still under the covers.

“Five more minutes, Mom!” Ron called out as his dick first twitched, then jumped within the squeezing confines of Calvin’s contracting tunnel, the precursor to his own imminent climax. “Calvin’s just waking up, and uh, he’s all… he’s… g-groggy.”

“Uh, sure, Sweetie.” She sounded exasperated, not suspicious. Small mercies. “Five minutes. Any later and your food will get cold!”

“Got it! Love you, M-mom!”

Seconds later, Ron whined as his cock jerked, followed by a rush of wet heat. It happened again, then again. Calvin held his paws over his snout as he squealed with each volley of liquid warmth that splashed his inner walls. Arceus, was it warm! 

It barely seemed real, ejaculating together with his best friend while said best friend’s MOM was in the same room. But as awkward as this was for him, he could only imagine how Ron felt. She was his mom, after all.

He’s going to be traumatized.

“That was… wow, that was hot,” Ron breathed once the door closed, breaking Calvin’s mind. “I can’t believe we got away with that. Isn’t it exciting?”

He could only stare at the dumb grin on Ron’s face. “You— I— wha— huh?!”

That grin shrank. “What’s with the look? Aren’t you all into risk stuff?”

“Yeah, but, not when your mom is in the same room,” he countered. “That was WAY too close. No matter how good it felt.”

“Am… am I the weird one for once?” 

“Yes!” Calvin said. 

“I don’t know how to feel about that,” Ron said.

As they lay there, orgasms fading, a thought crossed his mind. “How are we going to clean up in time for breakfast? You gave us five minutes!”

“Oh, fu—”