The date had been incredible, at least Victor thought it was.  The owl, having recently confessed his feelings to Demetri, was pretty shocked to have them reciprocated.  They had a couple smaller dates—just daytime coffee or a meal—but this was their first “real” date, as he put it.

When the day, or night to be more accurate, finally came, Victor was a bundle of nervous energy.  The whole time leading up he couldn’t help shivering, mind racing with a combination of excitement and fear.  What do you wear for something like this?  Should he bring gas money?  By the time 6:00 rolled around, he’d ended up in something semi-formal: a collared shirt and some slacks.  Feathers combed down, he looks in the mirror one last time as he gets a text.

It’s Demetri, and he’s waiting outside.

The rat’s car is far from new; it’s a loud chevy that’s clearly seen better days.  After pulling up to the apartment building his partner resides in and sending the requisite “I’m here” text, he leans back in his chair, watching the door.  Despite what his fairly rough appearance may show, he’s almost entirely terrified.  He hadn’t had a real date in ages, much like his suitor.  Suddenly, the door opens, and Demetri is forced from his thoughts as he stumbles to unlock the doors.

“Hey, babe!” the rat says, greeting Victor as he opens the door, taking a seat beside the rodent.  The car smells of cigarette smoke, all soaked in from years of use, mixed with the rat’s own distinct scent.  Even after showers, ones the owl almost had to force him to take, the scent would remain on him, something he grew to expect and even enjoy.  Shutting the car door, he tugs the seatbelt, grumbling as he tries to fit it in.  “Here, it’s a bit fucky,” Demetri says, leaning over the console to buckle him in, “Dunno why it’s like that, ‘s been weird since I got this thing.”

“R-Right,” Victor says, face tinted a bit red.  Looking over at his boyfriend, he notices the obvious difference in attire.  In contrast to the owl’s lightly formal attire, mostly chosen out of nervous fear of being underdressed, Demetri was in his casual set.  Patched vest over a black hoodie and tank top with some fairly tight, but very distressed, jeans.  His shaggy dyed green hair cascades down his back, only held up by a hair tie making it a sort of loose ponytail.  Actually, as long as they’ve known each other, Victor’s never seen his natural hair color.  That is, unless it IS green naturally?  Shaking his head, he laughs to himself.

Looking around the car, it’s about as messy as you’d expect from a rat such as Demetri. Trash, some bottles, and more than a few empty cigarette packs litter the vehicle, plenty at the owl’s own feet, even.  “Yeah, I should really clean this out.” Demetri laughs, stopping at a light.  He taps a cigarette on the edge of the window, letting the ash hit the pavement outside as he hangs an arm out.  As the light goes green again, he presses down on the gas, cool night air blowing in, ruffling the poor owl’s meticulously groomed look.  “Think you might be a bit overdressed for this, babe.” the rat chuckles, flicking his partner’s collar, “‘s just a carnival, not that fancy.”  He winks, adding, “Though I don’t mind seeing you all dressed up~”

Victor laughs, perhaps a bit too much, “I-I mean, uh, th-thanks.”  He looks over to his lover, stealing a glance before looking away again, not wanting to be caught staring.  With his own laugh, Demetri places a hand on the owl’s thigh, smiling softly.  Even without speaking, Victor can feel his affection from that touch alone.  Hell, he never liked being touched to begin with, but Demetri?  Well, he could touch all he liked…

His mind starts to wander to some... less than clean thoughts.  The rat had been the subject of more than a few of his fantasies, even before they’d gotten together.  To be fair it was hard to resist him.  Bad boys were always a treat, especially ones with such a soft center.  It helped quite a bit that Demetri was quite... gifted.  Even though Demetri is fully clothed, Victor could still catch glimpses of his bulge, fueling his late night self-love.

As the car grinds to a halt, the owl is shaken from his lewd thoughts.  “We’re here!” Demetri announces. He turns off the car, the engine sound making way for the soft, slightly distant sound of chatter and too-loud pop music.  After fiddling with his seatbelt, Victor exits the car and follows his partner to the ticket booth.

Inside sits a very bored-looking sheep.  Demetri, having beaten the owl there, is already in the process of getting the tickets.  “Here, uh, this should cover—” Victor starts, reaching for his wallet, only to be stopped by Demetri blocking him with a fingerless glove-clad hand.

“Ah!” he says, setting his own cash down in front of the sheep, “My treat.  Wouldn’t be a date if I made you pay now would it?”  He laughs a bit, the worker swapping the money out for a pair of wristbands along with a few dollars in change.  With a nod and a “Thank you,” the pair step aside for the next visitors as they put on their neon orange admission passes before heading inside.

The carnival is, as one might expect, pretty damn loud.  Shouts from kids, adults, and employees trying to be heard over music blaring from every side.  Thankfully, the entrance starts closer to the food and game stalls making the sensory overload a bit less intense to start with.

Food was the obvious first stop.  The choices were overwhelming for the pair.  If it existed, it was probably there, soaked in batter and deep fried.  They eventually ended up with a decent selection in tow as they finally took a seat at one of the picnic tables beneath the awning.  Despite Demetri’s insistence otherwise, Victor paid for their whole spread.  Deep fried Oreos, a couple hot dogs, what seems to be a deep fried full burger, a few churros, a Sprite for Victor, and some cheap beer for Demetri.

“Enough calories for a week, eh?  How’re you gonna keep that figure?” Victor laughs nervously, something his date picks up on.  Smiling, the rat wipes a bit of mustard from his beak.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, babe.  Shit goes right through me.”  And with a wink, he leans down a bit. “And you know I love you good and plump~”  Victor blushes bright red, looking away as he stuffs another oreo into his mouth.  Taking a drink, he looks at the rat, amused at how quickly he puts away all the food.  Demetri, noticing the staring, smiles, swallowing the last mouthful of food.

“Fuuck!” he groans, leaning back and looking over the empty cardboard trays. “So, what’s next, hun?” he says, stretching as he rises, gathering the trash.

“Well, the midway would be nice.  Let us digest a bit before the rides.”  He watches his boyfriend toss the trash, stealing a couple glances at him before standing to join him as they both head toward the games.

As with the food, the choices for games were plentiful.  Basketball, fishing, shooting... something for anyone who wants to part with their money.  The first couple choices, the basketball game and one involving shooting out a star with a BB gun, ended in expected failure; the latter required Victor to pull the rat away before he could start a fight with the carny running the place.

Their third venture, however, is where they struck gold: the classic balloon dart throw.  As Victor predicted, the darts were blunted slightly, the balloons just barely underinflated so as to make popping difficult, but not impossible.  Demetri took it as a challenge.

As it turns out, all those years of darts at the bar payed off big time.  Each shot hit its mark, surprising the fox running the game.  “Shit, man.” he says, drawl thick, “Guess I gotta give ya a prize…”  From his tone alone he seems to not have expected for any of the darts to hit, let alone all of them.  Picking up his hook, he reaches up high to one of the higher prizes, a massive plush shark, teeth bared in an adorably menacing frown.  Rather reluctantly, he passes it to Demetri.

Victor claps happily, “You actually did it!” he says, hugging his partner.  Demetri, enjoying the attention, puts on a look of pride, posing while he holds both the owl and the toy.

“Yup, no problem for someone as good as me!”  He manages to hold the look for all of a few seconds before laughing himself, giving the owl a peck on the beak, “Here, babe, I think you have a good place for this…”  He passes the shark to him, Victor gasping softly.

“I—Thank you!” he says, hugging him tightly with the shark beside them.

“Get movin’ lovebirds, I got other customers.” the fox says, sounding as if he was done with this interaction years ago.

Heeding his words, the pair head off towards the rides.  Being a bit full, they avoid the thrill rides pretty hard—not that Victor minds, he never was one for those—leaving them with one obvious option.

“Babe I, uh, dunno about this…” Victor says, shifting nervously as he tightly clutches the shark.

“It’s just a ferris wheel.  I’ll be right with you. You’ll be fine.” he says, running a hand through Victor’s brown feathers.  The wheel was, as one might expect, tall.  In typical fashion, the wheel had many carriages on it, but these ones were a bit different from the classic type, being fully enclosed as opposed to open and exposed to the elements.

Taking a deep breath and leaning on the rat, Victor nods, “O-Okay, I’ll go.”

The cabin shakes as they step onto it, Victor whining as it does so.  One arm clutches the shark as his free hand grips Demetri’s, who gives a reassuring squeeze.  “You’re fine, babe.  Just stay with me.”  As they take a seat on their bench, the attendant closes and locks them in.  Heading back to the console, they flip a switch and hit a button and, with a jerk, the ride slowly comes to life.

Victor is terrified, at least to start.  His eyes are squeezed shut as he leans against Demetri, shivering as they rise higher and higher.  Finally opening his eyes as they reach the top, he marvels at the view.  Neon colors spread out below, the people looking so small as they mill about.  “See?” the rat says with a soft smile, “Told you you’d like it.”

“Y-yeah, it’s—” Victor’s confirmation is cut short as they suddenly stop, the owl letting out a yelp as the cabin swings.  From a speaker in the cabin, an automated sounding voice speaks:

“We apologize for the inconvenience, but the ride has come to a stop.  Please wait as we assess the problem.  Thank you.”

The owl’s grip tightens suddenly, his body trembling.  “O-oh god…” he mumbles, breathing slowly.

“Shit…” Demetri mutters, scooting closer to the owl, “It’s okay, babe.  Just a hiccup.”  He runs his hand over his feathers again, slowly moving down his back.

“I-I know but…” he trails off, looking nervously around, “It’s just a bit stressful, you know?”  He looks outside again, then back to Demetri.  His hands loosen their grip as he breathes deeply again, leaning back.

As he looks at his nervous partner, a devious idea springs to Demetri’s mind.  With a sly grin, he leans close to him and whispers, “How about I help you relax, babe~”  His hand slips to the owl’s thigh, gripping it softly.  The owl, taking a moment to get the hint, gasps softly.

“B-but what if we get caught…” he whispers back, looking around nervously.

Still grinning, Demetri begins to rub his thigh slowly, “I don’t see a camera in here.” he points out.  Looking around, the owl confirms it.  Aside from the small speaker, the cabin is bare, save the benches.  Nobody on the ground could see them, as the pair stopped right at the peak of the wheel.

“O-okay, just be careful.”  Victor’s body tingles with excitement as Demetri slips down off the seat, cabin swinging a bit as the weight inside shifts.  The owl clutches his toy, taking deep breaths.

Demetri takes his time, hands slowly unbuttoning and unzipping his partner’s slacks, revealing the simple briefs beneath. “We gotta get you some cute undies, Vic~” he teases, pressing at his crotch slowly, thumb rubbing the fabric to his slit. “Some striped panties, something lacy~”  Victor groans softly, both at the rubbing and the lewd thought of modeling some more feminine undergarments.  Maybe that’ll be date two…

Slowly, tenting out the white underwear, Victor’s member slides from it’s home.  The fabric dampens slightly as pre leaks from the tapered pink tip.  Leaning to it, the rat drags a tongue up the covered length, mouthing it as he lets his hands wander, sliding up under the male’s polo shirt.  He wasn’t new to this, not at all, but it felt a bit different with Victor.  More intimate, despite the choice of location.

Victor whines softly, placing a hand on Demetri’s head, fingers running through his shaggy green hair.  The rat looks up at him with a grin, “Just lemme know if you want me to stop, ‘kay?”

The owl nods, letting him continue.

Slowly, almost torturously so, Demetri slides the waistband of the underwear down to reveal the owl’s cock to the air, pre oozing down it as it twitches in anticipation.  It’s fairly thick at the base, gradually getting thinner to a pointed tip.  Starting at the tip, Demetri slips it into his maw, tongue flicking over it as his hands play with the rest of the length.  As he expected, Victor lets out a girlish yelp, jumping a bit and causing the cabin to shake.  “D-don’t stop,” he clarifies, talons curling as he catches his breath, “Just a bit, uh, not used to that.”

Demetri laughs, “You sure you ain’t a virgin, V?”  He licks slowly down the shaft, “Or am I just that good?”  As he reaches the base, he slips his tongue into the slit, tasting the built up sweat and grime the owl hadn’t washed out since he left.  Victor, understandably, moans openly in enjoyment, hips bucking as he pushes him down.

“F-fuck…” he mumbles, free hand gripping the bench as he groans softly, “Y-you’re so good at this…”  He looks outside, face red as he watches people pass by below, completely unaware of the lewd acts transpiring so high up.

Enjoying the praise, the rat moves back to the tip, slowly sliding it into his maw.  It goes down easily, the result of so much practice, his nose poking Victor’s crotch in no time.  Taking a moment to let him prepare himself, he begins to move himself back upwards.  His wet, warm maw slides over the pink flesh, skilled tongue pressing and lapping at it as he pulls nearly fully off only to slam himself back down, drawing out another shout of pleasure from Victor.

“F-fuck!” he whines, breathing quickly, “S-slow down, p-please,” he manages to sputter, not wanting to blow just yet.  Laughing, Demetri happily obliges, slowing his bobbing down to a crawl, hands working and playing with the exposed meat as he suckles at the tip, pulling off momentarily to breathe.

“I take it you’re enjoying this?” he says with a wink, “Cause I think it’s about time for the big finish~”  Before Victor can respond, he swiftly slides back down, head starting to bob faster than before as the owl moans in ecstasy, Demetri’s head twisting with each upward stroke.

“S-so close!” he whines, hips thrusting up to meet each bob downwards.  His hands on the owl’s hips, Demetri bottoms himself out, head motion reduced to turns and some shallow bobs as he milks the owl’s orgasm out.

“F-fuck!” he moans, holding Demetri’s head down as he unloads a strong, heavy load down the rat’s throat.  It’s intense, more intense than any orgasm he can remember.  “Sh-shit…” he sighs, riding out the orgasm as Demetri slowly starts to pull off, timing it just right to remove himself as the pleasure tapers off.  “D-do you want me to, uh-” the owl starts, ready to ‘pay back’ the rat, only to be cut off as his beak is kissed, the rat pressing his messy lips to him in a lewd kiss.

Victor happily obliges, letting his tongue inside as he wraps his arms around him, his own seed being passed to him as he groans.  Breaking the kiss, Demetri helps him zip back up, his cock retreating back into it’s slit.  “Don’t worry ‘bout me, babe.” he says, taking a seat next to him again, “We can handle that back at my place, if you’re still up for it~”  With a wink, he laughs, cuddling up next to his lover.

As if on cue, the ride shudders to life again, slowly resuming the spin until the pair are back on the ground, exiting their cabin arm in arm.