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It was a normal, rainy evening on a Friday night. You are chilling in your room, browsing through multiple of your favorites site on your laptop to pass the time when all of a sudden, your phone goes off. As you answered your phone, you barely hear a familiar voice over the speaker due to all of the commotion on the other end. It was your housemate. They ask if you can come to pick them up, their words slurred, and constantly stumbling over each other. You can immediately tell that they are drunk as shit.
Who is the supposed housemate/friend you’re picking up? Well, is a man by the name of Conker. He’s an anthropomorphic orange-furred squirrel with blue eyes and wears an oversized blue zipper hoodie, white gloves, and blue and yellow shoes. You first met him at a local bar you used to go to on a few special processions, and the two of you hit it off well, quickly becoming friends. You even exchanged contact information and the two of you would talk every so often. Now, what led to him being your housemate? Well, it’s due to his girlfriend named Berri. She is what Conker described as his ‘dream girl.’
She’s an anthropomorphic chipmunk with gray fur, blonde hair, and blue eyes wear skimpy clothing, and has a voluptuous hourglass figure that would make a grown man cry tears of joy. However, not everything was all sunshine and rainbow between her and Conker. Basically, the two of them had… a falling out per-se. Actually, no. A falling out is putting it lightly. They broke up, a pretty nasty one at that. So much so that Berri kicked him out of her house, alms with his belonging, forcing him to live out in the streets. Course, he called and told you about the news with his girlfriend; Needless to say, you were shocked and felt bad for your furry friend. So, you kindly offered him to stay at your place for the time being until he makes up with his girlfriend, just so he does his part when living in your home.
Though, there is one, tiny problem that the organ-furred squirrel. He’s… a full-on alcoholic. You don’t have much of a bias when it comes to alcohol since you’re a bit of a drinker yourself, though not to the extent of your furry friend. He always seems to run off to the local bar
to hang out and drink with his friends a couple of times a week. And you always have to come to pick him up and put him into bed. You get that he’s depressed and that he wants to drink his feeling away to clear his mind of his now ex-girlfriend but come on. But, you’re pretty much used to his drunk shenanigans, so what can you say about that?
Anyways, you tell the drunk squirrel you’ll meet him in a few before hanging up on him, not even bothering to hear what he wants to say.
“Let’s get this over with.” You grumbled, a sigh leaving your lips.
After a quick change of clothes, you grabbed your phone and keys before heading out to the driveway. You’ve already got a couple of empty bags in the backseat of your car, so you’re more than prepared if he ever starts vomiting. Entering your vehicle, you turned on the ignition and drove off to the bar Conker is located in. The drive over there isn’t very long. It usually takes around five to ten minutes depending on the traffic.
You eventually reached your destination, parking your car on the sidewalk in front of the said bar before rolling down your window. Lo and behold stands for friend Conker, standing on the sidewalk underneath a street light, looking wasted. His eyes are glazed and hooded, cheeks flushed red as his body swayed left and right, looking as though he’s going to fall over at any moment.
“Heeeey, Y/N! Glad to see you here to pick me up.” The orange-furred squirrel said happily, a loopy smile morphing across his muzzle.
You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, whatever. Just shut up and get in the car.” You said plainly, unlocking the door to the passenger seat.
“Okay!” He chirped.
You let out a sigh. ‘Looks like it’s gonna be another long night.’
Conker wobbled his way over to your car door, pulling it open before sluggishly plopping his rear down onto the seat.
“Here.” You reached behind you to pull one of the bags you have laying in the back seat, handing it over to the drunk squirrel.
“I got a couple of bags for you to throw up in, just in case.”
“Aww. Thanks, Y/N! You’re such a good friend!” He said happily before a wet-sounding hiccup spewed from his mouth, making him giggle.
“Ugh…” You grumbled out.
You came out of your parking spot, taking a U-turn before to started to drive back home. While driving back, you made sure to be careful when driving over small bumps on the road as you don’t want to jostle the alcoholic contents within Conker’s stomach to make him projectile vomit all over your car. That has happened to you once. Needless to say, it was an absolute nightmare to clean up, especially when having to deal in getting rid of that awful bile scent. Just thinking about it made you feel nauseous.
The car ride back home has been… surprisingly quiet. You were expecting Conker to babble on about him and how his time hanging out at the bar or anything that comes up in his foggy head. But no, instead he put himself to sleep in a matter of seconds which was good for you. However, almost inaudibly, you hear Conker talk in his sleep, talking about he wants to be showered in someone’s ‘milk’ both inside and out. You blush at the lewd comment the passed-out squirrel made out of his current wet dream. But, you ignored it and focused your attention on driving home.
You eventually reached back to your home, parking yourself up into the driveway and shutting off the ignition. You then reached a paw out a gently shook Conker awake.
“Hmm?” Conker let out a sleepy snort, his eyes heavy with drowsiness.
“Wake up. We’re home.”
“Already?” The organ squirrel let out a long yawn. “I didn’t think we get that home that fasts?” He said, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
“Yeah, well there wasn’t any traffic tonight. Plus, I want to put your ass to bed as soon as possible.”
Unbuckling your seat belt, you got out of the car and headed over to the other side to open the door for Conker.
“Alright, Conker. Get up. Let me help you inside.” You said, holding a hand out to the drunk squirrel.
“Okaaaay!” He droned out, drunkenly complying.
Conker lazily held his arms out, and you pulled him out of his seat and got him on his feet. You then wrapped an arm around his shoulder to keep him close and steady from letting him fall over. Conker leaned into your embrace, pressing his small body against yours, letting out a small hum.
‘He’s a lot more clingy tonight.’ You thought.
Well, granted you are an anthropomorphic bear with a stocky build of fat and muscle and a soft coat of fur that makes you look more like a giant teddy bear. Not to mention, you stand a few inches taller than Conker, with him roughly coming up to the center of your chest at best, highlighting the obvious size difference between the two of you.
Anyways, you ignored Conker’s rather affectionate nuzzling against your fur and instead walked him up to the front entrance of your house. Reaching a paw into your pocket, you pulled out the house key and inserted it into the keyhole to unlock the door, pulling it open so you and Conker can enter inside.
Closing the front door, you led the drunk squirrel over to the sofa so you can lay him down on it. Though as you stand in front of the furniture, Conker starts to struggle within your hold.
“What? What’s wrong?” You asked him.
“I don’t want to sleep on the sofa!” He whined, “I wanna sssleep in your bed!”
You made a sour face at the squirrel. “Bitch, there’s literally a lever sticking out on the side of the sofa that can transform into a bed. All you need is some pillows, and a blanket and you’re good to go.”
“It’s still not the sssame though.” He argued. “Your bed is so soft and warm. It is, *hic*, ten times better than that sofa you call a bed.” He slurred out.
“So can I go sleep in your bed? I promise I won’t vomit all over your sheets.” He begged. You let out a hard sigh, quickly giving you the squirrel's demands as you’re not in the mood to start a pointless arguing with him.
“Okay, okay. I’ll let out you sleep in my bed for the night.” You said defeatedly. Conker let out a wheezing laugh in a drunk triumph. “Heheh. Thanks, maan. Appreciate you.” He said, nuzzling your cheek.
“Ugh.” You groaned, already feeling a headache coming on. You can’t wait to put this man to bed and be done with him for the night.
With no choice, you carried Conker through the living and began walking upstairs to your bedroom.
“Heeey. You wanna know sssomething, Y/N?”
“What, Conker?”
“I drank so much booze and ate so much delicious food at the bar.”
“Really now?”
“Uh-huh.”
“And you ended up vomiting all that you ate and drank?”
“Exactamundo! It was awesome! *hic*” Conker laughed, a wet hiccup bubbling up his throat, his body giving a small jolt.
“Why am I not surprised?” You mused.
The two of you eventually made it up the stairs and headed straight inside your bedroom. You led the drunk squirrel over to your large bed to lay himself down on, to which he kicked off his shoes and lazily flopped himself down onto the mattress. He sluggishly shifted himself into a more comfortable portion of the bed, letting out a blissful sigh as he snuggled against the warm, soft comforters. You just hope that he doesn’t make a mess of them…
Turning around, you make your way over to the mini fridge you have sitting in the corner of your room, opening it to pull out a water bottle. You also went and grabbed your mini trash bin sitting roughly right next to your mini fridge. With both items in hand, you headed back to the bed, setting the trash bin close to the edge on Conker’s side.
“Here, drink this. It should help sober you up a bit.” You said, holding out the water bottle to him.
Conker slowly sat up from the bed and grabbed the water bottle out of your hand, quickly screwing off the cap and downing it in strong, hearty gulps. The squirrel let out a blissful sigh as he felt the cool liquid splash down in his stomach, slowly feeling a little intoxicated.
“Alright. I think it’s about time to take my leave. Try to get some rest. I’ll be sleeping on the couch for tonight.” You said, walking over to your bedroom entrance.
But before you can leave, the drunk squirrel quickly stopped you in your tracks, much to your dismay.
“Heeey. Where do you tthink you’re going?” Conker called out to you.
“Going downstairs to sleep.” You said plainly.
“Whaaat? It’s way too early for you to hit the hay! The night is still young. Come on, stay
with me a little while longer.” Conker hiccuped, patting a hand down on the comforter, offering you to come to sit next to him.
“No. Go to sleep.” You said again.
“But I don’t wannaaa!” Conker whined childishly.
“Conker, I’m not gonna deal with you and your drunken nonsense for the rest of the night. Go to sleep and that’s final.”
It seems to finally drill those words into his head as Conker let out a deafened sigh. “Okaaay, okay. I’ll go to sleep. Buuut, on one condition, Or rather, ummm… two conditions.” He said, sloppily holding up two fingers.
“Alright, what do want me to do for you?” You asked.
You feel a sense of uneasiness in the pit of your stomach as to what kind of Conker wants you to do for him. But, if it’s the faster way of putting him to sleep, then you have no choice but to abide by his actions.
Conker flashed you a wide, loopy grin. “Hehe. Well, you see…”
As he trailed off, he reached his gloved hands down to the bottom hem of his oversized hoodie, slowly pulling it upwards as he revealed what he was hiding beneath his clothes. You felt your cheeks turn red as the drunk squirrel shamelessly showed you his erect bulge in his snug-fitting black underwear. It throbbed and twitched, precum bubbling at the clothed tip as it visibly strained against the small piece of fabric, barely containing its girth and thickness.
“I’ve been feeling rather hot and bothered lately. I can barely think straight with this big guy getting in the way. I was wondering if you can help me fix this little problem I have~” He said seductively, lewdly squeezing his erection as he idly waved it around in his hand.
“A-absolutely not!” You quickly said, your voice embarrassingly making a higher pitch. You cleared your throat.
“I-I mean, why are you asking me you help you with that?! You have a hand!” You said trying to keep your eyes off Conker’s erection.
“I know that. But, playing with myself wouldn’t be fun, now would it?”
“W-well, uh…” You stammered. “W-what about Berri? Don’t you still want her back?”
T he drunk squirrel shook his head. “Nah. That bridge between us has been severed. So I doubt that either me or her would want to be together again.” He said with a bitter scowl on his face.
“But that doesn’t mean I’m a ‘straight guy’ per se. My tastes and preferences are pretty open when it comes to both love and sex. So I'm perfectly fine in fucking around with guys. Especially one is as cute and sexy as yourself~” He flirted, giving you a cheeky wink.
“You’re serious…” You breathed out.
“You bet. One hundred percent. All the homo.” He said lowly, his eyes hooded. “S-still though, I’m not gonna take you up in h-having sex with you.” You rejected.
“Then I’m just gonna keep bothering you for the rest of the night until I hear a yes.” He said, a smug grin morphing across his muzzle, resting his chin underneath his gloved hands.
You clicked your tongue in annoyance as you contemplated the unescapable situation you were in.
‘ I’ve never seen Conker act this needy before when he’s intoxicated. And what was that comment saying that I’m cute and sexy? Does he feel that way about me? Or is it the alcohol talking?’
You mentally shook your head, trying to quell your blushing cheeks as you feel a small pang of a headache from all these questions running through your noggin at breakneck speed.
‘Either way, I’m not getting out of this until I give him what he wants.’
“Alright.”
“Hmm?” Conker hummed, tilting his head.
“I’ll… have sex with you.” You forced out.
Conker giggled, smiling widely as he threw his fists in the air in triumph. “Yaaaay! Thank you so much, Y/N! I- *hic* promise you won’t regret it!” He slurred out.
You exhaled hard through your nose. “Whatever. Just, try not to vomit on me in the process, will ya?”
The drunk squirrel snickered, nodding. “I won’t, I won’t. Even though I got beer breath right now, I’m ninety-five percent positive I won’t throw up on you and the sheets.”
“Yeah, sure. I believe you.” You said in a sarcastic tone.
“I *hic* mean it!” He said firmly.
“Now…” Conker spread his arms out. “Why don’t you give your good ol’ pal some sugar, hm?”
You stared at him with an unamused expression on your face. “You sound like a dirty old man saying that…”
“C’mon! Don’t leave me hanging! Give me some sugar!” He said impatiently, shaking his arms in an almost makeshift dance for emphasis, waiting for your embrace.
“Fine…” You sighed, rolling your eyes.
You climbed yourself up on the bed and closed in on the open-armed squirrel. You then proceeded to wrap your big arms around the drunk squirrel, which Conker returned greatly. He squeezed you nice and tight, pressing himself flush against you as he buried his head between the cleft of your ample pecs. The two of you held each other for a couple of moments, basking in the sounds of your breaths and heartbeats. Though, you feel your cheeks burn up a bit as you try to ignore the slight prodding sensation of Conker’s member poking at your lower abdomen.
“Mmmngh… fuck man.” Conker moaned into your bosom. “You feel so fucking warm. You’re practically like a living space heater.”
Conker bought his face out of your chest and stared at you with glazed eyes. “Not to mention how soft you are. All that pudge you’ve been gaining and how fluffy your fur makes you feel like once, big marshmallow.”
You surpassed a shudder as you felt Conker’s gloved hands roam down to your pudgy midsection, his fingers squeezing and jiggling the plump fat on your belly. “Hah… everything about you feels… so good.” He said, resting his head against your chest once again, listening to your heartbeat faintly thud beneath your fur. “I wish I could stay like this forever.”
“Is that really what you want to say?” You asked him.
“Hmm…” He hummed. “No, not exactly.”
“Oh? That what is it?”
Conker lifted his head from your chest and broke free from the hug, settling down in front of you. “You see, I have a secret I want to confess.”
“Such as…?” You raised an eyebrow, feeling a tad bit interested as to what he had to say.
“Well… you see, I feel like the more people I meet in my life, the more lonely I get. Cause- *hic!* I try to know everything about what my friends and other people are thinking. And then I kinda just… forget what I’m currently doing, and get lost. Ya know?”
You slowly nodded. “Yeah, I kinda get what you’re putting down.”
“Buuuut, with the power of the beer and tequila, I don’t feel so lonely anymore!” Conker slurred, laughing.
“I get to completely forget what’s going on around me! Although, I’m not sure if drinking a lot to forget is a good or bad thing…” He said, placing a finger on his cheek as he tilted his head in mock thought.
“No, it's not! You’re gonna kill yourself from alcohol poisoning if you drink that much.” You chastised him.
“I know, I knoow…” Conker groaned out. “But, to tell you the truth, I don’t know what to do with myself. Maybe I’m just trying to hide my feelings by drinking as a way to cope. To hide the fact that I’m a washed-up loser.” He giggled.
“*Hic!* Ugh.” He let out a sick groan, covering his mouth before clearing his throat.
“Ssorry. I don’t like to talk about what I feel. I think it is just a complete waste of time and whatnot.”
You let out a sigh. “Conker, it's not okay for you to keep your feelings all bottled up inside just from drinking alone.”
“I know, Y/N. But… sometimes I feel… scared.”
“Scared?” You repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Of what?”
“Um… uh… showing you that I care?” He questioned. “Like, I’ve always felt comfortable around you when we chat and stuff. You have such a nice, chill vibe that puts me at ease. Hell, it even makes me feel… happy. So, *hic*, I don’t want to spread my negativity on you whenever I drink. I know that I’m going through a lot right more, both physically and mentally. But, despite all that, I’m glad that I’ve met you and I’m grateful for everything that you’ve done to get me back on my feet. Heh, I’m actually bawling in tears on the inside. I just… don’t know how to repay you.”
You placed a comforting paw onto Conker’s shoulder. “You don’t have to repay me in anything. It’s the least I can do for someone who’s going through a lot right now. Besides, I’m happy that I’ve met you too. Things have been rather lonely lately, so I’m glad I’ve got to help and spend time with you.” You said kindly, a soft warm smile plastered on your face.
Conker stared at you in silent shock for a moment before he let out s small snicker. “Thank you, Y/N. Although, there’s one thing I forgot to mention.”
“Oh? And what would that be?” You asked curiously.
Before you can react, Conker reached his hands clasped on your cheeks before pulling you close, faces inches away from each other. Then, the drunk squirrel whispered to fabled three words that made your heart nearly stop inside of your chest.
“I love you.” He softly uttered before he closed his eyes and leaned forward, meshing his lips against yours.
Your eyes widened in pure shock, your cheeks blooming red from the bold gesture the drunk squirrel made onto you. You felt as if the entire world slowed down the moment Conker pressed his lips against yours, your rain processing the whole ordeal happening in front of you.
‘He’s… he’s kissing me. Not to mention. he loves me?’
You don’t know if his words are genuine or if it's the alcohol talking. Either way, this is just information overload to you. Your body was frozen stiff as Conker continued to kiss you, his breath reeking of beer and other alcoholic fumes. Eventually, Conker pulled himself away, his lips unwrapping themselves from yours in a soft, wet pop.
You stared at him with eyes, your mouth quickly opening and closing as you struggled to put the millions of words rushing inside your head into your mouth.
“Heh, cat got your tongue?” Conker teased.
“I-I, uh, y-you just…” You stammered out, words stumbling out your mouth at a fast rate.
“Hmm?” Conker hummed, raising an amused eyebrow.
You took a deep breath to calm your tense nerves. “You just kissed me!”
“That I did. You enjoyed it?”
“I, well, I-i’m not saying it's bad per see. J-just unexpected is all.” You said before quickly changing the subject.
“A-anyways, just before, you said you loved me, right?”
Conker nodded “Yes, I did. What about it?”
“Is… Is what you said actually true? Like, it isn’t just the booze talking or…?” You asked curiously.
Conker nodded again. “Yes. What I said is one hundred percent true. I really do love you.” He confessed.
“I always get a weird, fluttering feeling in my stomach whenever I’m around you. Your calm, chill demeanor, your cute smile, and that fucking sexy body you have. No matter how hard I try, you always seem to pop up in my head whenever wherever.” The squirrel let out a hiccup before continuing.
“I… I know that it’s inappropriate for me to ask this considering what happened to me and Berri not too long ago. But, would you be willing to have sex with me? You’ve done so much for me and… I want to repay you in full. So, would you?” He asked, looking deep into your eyes, anxiously waiting for an answer.
“I…” You let out a sigh before slowly responding. “Yes. I would want that.” You said willingly.
As overwhelmed as you are by Conker giving you a sudden kiss and confessing his love for you, you’ve already agreed to help out with his little ‘stiffy’ problem. So, there’s no turning back from here on out. But despite all that, deep down, you’re kind of nervous, in a good way. Granted, you’ve never had sex with a drunk person before so, it could be an… interesting experience for you, to say the least.
Conker looks incredibly pleased by your answer, smiling wide in both giddy and happiness that it was almost infectious to you.
“Hehe. I’m happy about that, man.” Conker said softly. “Now, are you ready?” He asked.
“Y-yeah.” You said with a hesitant nod.
“Hmm?” Conker hummed. “I take it that this is your first time having sex with another guy?”
“I… yeah.” You slowly agreed, casting your eyes down, blushing.
The orange squirrel snickered before a wet hiccup bubbled up his throat. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll be gentle. I want to give you something that you’ll never forget, alright?"
You gave a shy nod in return.
“Good.” He said, grinning. “Now…”
Conker placed his gloved hands upon your shoulder and gently pushed you down onto the bed, a small grunt leaving your lips as your back softly hit the comforter sheets. The orange squirrel then proceeded to climb himself on top of you, his hands pressed against your chest as he sat his small body down against your lap.
“You just sit back, relax and let me do all the work~” Conker purred, his glazed hooded
eyes staring longingly staring in yours in desire.
Gliding his gloved hands upwards, he gently gripped your furry cheeks, holding your head still before leaning down. Closing his eyes, he meshed your lips together against his in a soft drunk, yet passionate collision. You let out a small moan against his lips as you slowly ease yourself into his embrace, kissing him back. Soft smacks filled the silent room as the two of you make out, your entailed lips moving in a slow sensual fashion.
At first, you didn’t like the taste of beer breath that wafted out in the squirrel’s mouth. But now, you were slowly getting used to the acidic taste. Hell, you can feel yourself become intoxicated just from him kissing you alone.
Eventually, after what seems like forever of you can Conker constantly keeping your lips locked together, the orange squirrel pulled back. Both of you took in gulps o fair, faces flushed red and your bodies burning hot in arousal.
“God, Y/N. You don’t know how long I craved for this moment. Constantly dreaming of what I want to do to you. Now, I can finally live out my fantasy I oh-so desired.” He said breathlessly, his slurred voice dripping in pure lust, his hungry eyes boring into yours.
Done being patient, Conker didn’t waste a single second to plunge down and crash his lips against your mouth firmly, angling his head as he hastily transfer everything he feels into it. His gloved hands clutches against your head as his kisses grew more quick and passionate, leaving you breathless. Then, you felt something tugging at your bottom lip.You shivered as you feel the squirrel suck at the plush bottom portion of your lip, his teeth lightly nibbling at the soft flesh, desperately asking for an entrance. You complied, opening your mouth just enough for Conker to shove his wiggling, wet organ inside your maw.
“Mmmngh… mmm.” You moaned into the squirrel’s mouth, holding him close as he deepens the kiss. Your tongue swirled and tangled against yours in an erotic feverish dance, swapping spit with one another.
While you were utterly lost in getting your face passionately sucked off by the drunk squirrel, Conker took his off of your cheeks and instead got underneath your shirt. You gasped, your body jolting as you squirm from the tickling yet pleasurable sensation of his gloved hands trailing up and down your body, his fingertips teasingly grazing your sensitive skin. Feeling you shudder and squirm underneath him, pushing your buttons with his mouth and hands made the orange squirrel grin in pure delight, his member throbbing thickly within his tight undergarments. Conker once again pulled his mouth off of yours in a wet pop, a thin string of saliva connecting off each other’s bottom lips before he broke it by greedily licking his lips.
You stared up at the drunk squirrel with a glassy-eyed look on your face, your kiss-swollen lips tingling as your heart pounding out of your chest in excitement. Your body temperature rise at an exponential rate, member quickly filling with blood in a matter of seconds, twitching in eagerness as it strained within the tight confines of your pants.
“God, you look so fucking adorable right now.” He panted out heated, which made you flush deeply.
The drunk squirrel chuckled at your cute reaction before leaning in again, kissing your lips in a soft caress. Though, he doesn’t stop there. He started to kiss way down, his smooches sounding out as he pecks at your cheeks, jaw, and eventually your neck. He leaned his face into the hollow of your throat, inhaling your scent. Your scent is alluring to the orange squirrel, having the fruity fragrance of a body wash soap you showered in not too long ago, yet still faintly retaining that neutral, partly musk you have. A nice, striking balance between the two.
Conker exhaled, a warm puff of breath rushing against your neck before he pressed his lips right against your Adam’s apple. You let out a soft moan, your legs shifting as you felt his teeth gently puncture your sensitive skin while he sucked at your pulse point. After a moment, Conker pulled himself back, grinning in satisfaction as he now sees his bite marks on your neck, glowing a faint pink-purplish hue underneath that soft fur of yours. His arousal throbbing thickly in his barely contained underwear at seeing you marked by him. The thought of you covered in bites by him sends an electric thrill up the drunk squirrel’s spine.
“Let’s get this off of you. I wanna see what I’m working with~” He said huskily, his gloved hands gliding down and grabbing the bottom hem of your shirt, pulling it upward. It was a little bit awkward given your current position. But with a bit of assistance, Conker pulled your shirt off of you, tossing the piece of clothing down on the floor side the bed.
“God, Y/N. You look beautiful…” He breathed, eyes hungrily trailing up and down your now bare torso body as drank in every single inch and curve highlighted under the bedroom lamp’s light.
You flushed. “It’s no big deal…” You mumbled, fighting a bit.
“Are you kidding?! Who the fuck wouldn’t like your body? Everything about you is soft and plump, perfect material for me to sink my fingers into~” He replied.
“For instance…”
You let out a small noise of surprise as you felt the squirrel’s hands grab onto your ample chest, his fingers dipping slightly into the padded fat on your pecs.
“Look at the size of these melons you have! They feel so full and soft, yet have the right amount of firmness to them. They almost feel that of a woman's breasts if you ask me.” He said.
The drunk then eagerly played with your man tits, squishing them together and watching them bounce and jiggle in the palm of his hands.
“I can only imagine the back pain you feel if have to carry these big pups around.” He said tearfully.
“T-they’re not boobs!” You exclaimed.
“Uh-huh. Sure.” Conker said in an unconvinced tone. “Though, I wonder…” You had to stifle a moan as you felt his thumb brush over your nipple in a small flick.
“Do these honkers of yours have milk inside them? Actually, can guys actually even lactate in general?” He asked curiously.
“No! Of course not! Do I look like a damn cow to you?!”
“Hmm…” Conker trailed his eyes down to your nipples, the buds firm and erect yet looking oh-so deliciously puffy,
“Only one way to find out!~” He purred, licking his lips.
Shifting slightly downward to level himself against your large chest, Conker leaned in and wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking it firmly. He stuck his tongue out, slowly licking around your hardened, puffy nub, flicking it with the tip as he coated it in his saliva. A soft moan escaped him as the salty, earthy flavor touched his tastebuds. Though, he doesn’t taste that sweet milky flavor that’s said to come out of your nipples. So, he popped his lips off your lavished nipple and shifted his head over to your other pec, giving it the same oral attention while his hand occupied the one he left by pinching and tugging at the well-used bud, He put a bit more oomph into it, his tongue quickly swirling and flicking around the bud in his mouth as he desperately wants to feel that warm, sweet milky goodness flows into his mouth.
All the while, you were losing it. You constantly grunted and whined, your cock painfully throbbing in our tight pants as Conker’s oral attention. It made you squirm underneath the drunk squirrel, electric tingles shooting up your spine doing so.
Eventually, Conker removed his lips from your abused nipple in a wet pop, looking rather confused.
“Hmm, strange. There’s no milk coming out of these nipples.”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you!”
Conker let out a hum, looking weather disappointed. “Well, that sucks. I was looking forward to finally tasting what man-milk is like straight from the source.”
“Oh well.” He said with a small shrug. “No use crying over it. Besides…” Your body jolted, a moan breaking from your open mouth as Conker’s gloved hand squeezed your bulge, your cloth member twitching in his grasp.
“I’ve got a little something to make up for it~” He said with a smug grin.
“Damn tease…” You mumbled out, which made the squirrel snicker.
“Don’t worry. I’ll get to right in a moment. For now, I wanna worship all that you have to offer~”
“Mmm…” You grumbled.
A low purr rumbled out of the drunk squirrel as he continued this slow grind downwards. His lips repeatedly meshed against your soft supple body, soft moist smacks sounding out. He soon came to a halt as he comes face-to-face with your midsection. Conker shuddered, his arousal giving a hard twitch as he takes in the sight of how big and round your belly takes up his field of vision.
With eager hands, Conker reached and pressed his palms into your gut, his fingers dipping slightly into the soft layer of squishy padding.
“God. I can’t live I get to have you all to myself. You’re just so… soft and squishy.” He breathed out, a loopy grin morphing across his face as he gave your stomach a jiggling pat.
You blushed deeply, a small whimper leaving you as Conker’s words and praise and his wonderous hands rubbing your stomach made you all mushy inside. He took his sweet time in worshipping your belly. His hands roamed all over the vast round dome, your fur, and fat flowing through his fingers. He pressed, kneaded, and squished your soft belly, bouncing it around as he watched the endless amounts of ripples flowing through your fur and skin. He gave the drunk
squirrel a feeling of satisfaction in doing so.
Once Conker was finally done appreciating your belly, he resumed his descent, pressing endless amounts of wet kisses down your stomach and navel. Soon, he settled himself between your thick legs, his cheeks flushed as he’s now at level with your groin.
‘Wow… he’s huge.’
He stared hungrily at the erect, heavy bulge in your pants, his eyes tracing over the outline of your thick cock, how it twitched within the tight confines of your jeans, the tip leaking precum through the fabric. It was begging to be let out. Seeing such a hefty package in front of his face made his own arousal throb hard below, his underwear quickly growing damp with how much precum is slicking up the front of his undergarments.
“Time to release this bad boy~”
Not wasting a single second, Conker reached up and unbuttoned your pants, pulling down the zipper before grabbing the waistbands of your jeans and pulling them down, all with your underwear. Conker let out a small, audible gasp as your erection flopped out of its tight prison, causing you to let out a soft sigh of relief as you no longer feel the painful pressure of your dick being constricted by your clothes.
The squirrel stared at your cock, standing tall and proud in pure awe in his eyes. You were… massive . Numerous amounts of veins ran along your length, having an impressive girth and thickness that ran from the base of the shaft, all the way to the flaring, leaking tip. It was if your dick was that of a meat pole. And your balls were big too. Each of those heavy orbs looked roughly the size of tennis balls, filled to brim with pent-up ‘milk’ churning within those testes.
Conker could feel himself drooling, eager to take that thick slab of meat into his oral cavity.
“Damn, Y/N. I didn’t think you were packing an actual snake in your trousers.” He commented, whistling.
You let out a shy chuckle. “H-heh, thanks. I-I guess I’m just… gifted down there.” You said akwardkly.
“Very~” He purred, lust dripping from his voice.
“I can’t wait to suck you off.” He said eagerly, his large bushy tail wagging back and forth.
“Mhm.” You let out a nervous hum.
The drunk squirrel stared up at you, tilting his head slightly at the uncertain look on your face.
“What’s wrong, Y/N? Feeling devours about getting a BJ from little ol’ me?”
You shook your head. “T-that’s not it! I’m just…a bit worried about you throwing up on my dick and such.”
The orange giggled. “Relax, man. I’m not gonna vomit all over your dick. I can hold my liquor down pretty well and have an impeccable gag reflex. So there’s like a ninety to ninety-five percent chance of that not happening.” He said proudly.
“I seriously doubt that.” You said with a blank stare.
“I mean it. I won’t yak on your dick.” Conker said firmly.
“Alright.” You sighed.
“Cool. Soo… what kind of BJ do you want? No hands? Just me ogling you? Well, I don’t think that much is an option since I’m doing that right now.” He joked. “But, my options are limitless. So, pick your poison.”
“Well, you’re free to do whatever. I want to make this comfortable for the both of us and not awkward as hell.” You said bashfully.
“I see.” The squirrel hummed before a smug grin spread across his muzzle.
“Well, I’ll do my best on that. Just give a sign whenever you’re feeling close, kay?” He said with a cheeky wink.
You slowly nodded. “Sure.”
“Now…” Conker brought his attention straight down to your throbbing erection, his eyes hooded and burning with pure lust.
“Time to dig in~” He said huskily.
The orange squirrel leaned his face in towards your dick, pressing the tip of his cold nose against your throbbing shaft, taking a deep inhale. Conker let out a shaky breath, his body trembling in delight as your heated scent sends a strong surge of heat down into his throbbing loins. Your scent is strong and spicy, having the faintest hint of soapy fragrance while also combining the unique blend of earthiness and the sweat of your masculinity, making it the prefect pheromone. At least from Conker’s perspective.
The hungry squirrel licked his lips, his excitement and anticipation reaching an all time high, his heart pounding like a drum inside of his chest. Unable to hold himself back any longer, Conker reached out and gently gripped your erect cock.
The squirrel let out a sultry purr as he felt the gentle throbs of your dick tingle against his fingertips, his palm quickly feeling warm with the heat radiating off of it. He then gave your member a light squeeze, forcing out a thin bead of clear, sticky pre to bubble out of your urethra before it lazily dribbled down the throbbing shaft. Wanting to get a taste, Conker closed his eyes and leaned forward, sticking his tongue out and pressing his lips right up against the base of the hard length. He then, slowly and sensually, gave your thick cock one agonizingly slow hot lick, dragging his wet slimy organ all the way to the sensitive, flaring tip, greedily lapping up the sticky fluid. Conker moaned, feeling the exotic tastes of your arousal as well as the salty taste of the precum hit his tastebuds. It tastes so good that it lit is libido on fire.
Wanting more of that delicious flavor, Conker opened his mouth wide and took you in, filling his mouth to about half of your thick endowment.
“Mmmmmph…” Conker moaned hotly around your shaft as more of that delicious, exotic taste flooded his tastebuds.
Taking your shaft up inside his mouth isn’t as easy as he once thought. Even though he made it about halfway, he could feel his jaw stretch due to the thickness and girth of your length.
‘Jesus. This man is big. If its this much trouble in getting this big stiff in my mouth, I only imagine how much I’ll take it up my ass.’
Conker's cheeks flushed bright red, his cock throbbing painfully between his legs at the thought of your cock plunging itself deep into his bowels, stuffing him like a turkey and filling him all of that hot, thick semen. Oh, how he yearned for that to happen tonight. But right now, he need to take his time in giving you some good head.
Taking a short pause to let the small pain in his jaw go away, Conker started to suck your dick. He slowly bobbed his head up and down, going as far up to have the leaking tip encased in his maw before descending back halfway down your shaft. He also let his free hand wander down and squeeze your hefty nuts, massaging them as he rolled them about in the palm of his hand.
You let out a soft moan, your hips twitching into the squirrel’s mouth as he ran his tongue slithered your shaft, coating it to shoot more precum into his hungry maw as he teased you.
“Fuuuck me…” You breathed. “You really know how you use that mouth of yours.”
Conker smiled at the praise, letting out a small vibrating chuckle around your dick before he continued sucking you off. The sounds of the squirrel’s lewd oral affection filled the silent bedroom, His lips smoothly sliding along your saliva and precum-ridden shaft, while his tongue slurped along the tip of your shaft, greedily lapping up all the producing fluids oozing out from the slit.
Conker applied more suckage, getting lost in the moment and the heat and wafering musk clouded his thoughts. All he could think about his shoving that big dick down his throat and drinking in all of the thick, creamy essences you have churning up in those plump, milky orbs. He doesn’t care if he chokes, he doesn’t care if he vomits. All of he wants is to have that thick slab of meat clog his windpipe and suffocate him.
Feeling the intense desire to bring you to that state he desperately craves, the surreal started to bob his head faster, his lips wrapped firmly around the twitching shaft as he sucked harder, sounding as if he was starving to feel that hot, sticky semen fill mouth and stomach.
“Ah!” You moaned loudly, your body arching up from the bed from the sudden change of pace.
You shakily pulled your upper body up from the bed, reaching a hand to place upon Conker’s bobbing head.
‘H-hey man! Slow—ah! S-slow down! It’s not a race!” You panted, biting your lips to keep yourself moaning out.
Your pleas were ignored by the cock-hungry squirrel as he continued his serious sucking. You squeeze your eyes shut, whimpering as you feel Conker’s tongue constantly circle itself around your sensitive head, coating out more precum to fill his mouth.
It doesn’t take long for you to feel a familiar pressure building up inside your churning testicles, your cock twitching inside Conker’s maw as streams of precum leak out of your slit.
“S-shit! I’m almost there.” You shakily warned the squirrel, your fingers tightening on his head.
Hearing your warning and feeling your cock throb from the impending orgasm, Conker quickened his pace, slurping on your dick with newfound vigor. Your grip tightened upon his head as he pushed himself more and more down on your length, slurping loudly as he wants to
feel the tip touch the back of his throat. The salty taste of precum quickly took his tastebuds as you leak more heavily, the shaft constantly twitching as his climax grew closer and closer. With one final move to fully break the cracking dam, Conker forced himself down, meshing his face against your musky crotch as he took your entire length into his moist cavern. Doing so was enough to bring you over the edge.
“FUCK! OHHHHH! MMMF!!” You cried out, squeezing your fat thighs tightly around Conker’s head, your hard-gripping hand keeping him from backing out.
With your balls drawing up tight against your shaft, your cock gave a couple of hard throbs before a tidal wave of thick, hot creamy globs of cum spurted into Conker’s maw. He didn’t have any time to register the seat raunchy taste of your semen as it quickly filled his mouth in a matter of seconds. The squirrel squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to swallow down your vicious release, but it quickly overwhelmed him. Heavy rope after rope continuously spurted into his mouth, some of the excess cum seeping out of his sealed lips and slowly dribbling down your pulsing length. But despite that, the drunk squirrel powered through it, ingesting as much of your rich seed as he could. He could feel himself become a bit full from it all.
Your orgasm continued to itself through you for a solid minute till eventually it finally started to taper off. The pulses in your length slowly died down and the stream of your fertile semen become nothing more than a trickle.
You let out a shaky sigh, your body trembling as your feel physically exhausted from busting a nut so hard.
“Hoooooh, god. That was… wow.” You breathed out.
Just as you’re about to relish in the afterglow, you feel Conker quickly tap your thigh to ease up on him.
“Oh, shit!” You cursed, letting go of Conker’s head and moving your legs away. “Sorry! Are you alright? I got lost in the moment, I didn’t I was—“
Conker cut you off by making an inaudible gurgled grunt, slowly moving his head up to remove his lips from your softening shaft with a lewd wet ‘pop.’ You see his cheeks are full and puffed up, some of the leftover cum dabbling down his chin. Then, with a firm grunt, Conker swallowed down the thick, creamy fluid in a loud thick gulp, letting out a sigh afterward. He exhaustingly dropped back down, pressing his head against your fat thigh.
“Delicious…” He slurred out, looking woozy from almost being snuffed out by your cock and legs, his face flushed red as he heavily panted for air.
‘ Damn. He swallowed it all. That’s… kinda hot.’ You blushed, your spent cock giving a small twitch before quickly mentally shaking your head.
“You doing alright, Conker?” You asked him again, changing the subject.
The squirrel gave a tired nod, giving a weak thumbs up. “I’m doing fiiiine.” He drawled out. “Just… fuck me. I didn’t realize of had that much cum stored up in you.”
You gave a small, shy smile, snickering lightly. “Well, you know what they say. I’m young, dumb, and full of cum.”
Conker giggled. “True. True.” He said, licking his lips before pushing himself between your legs. “Still, I’m glad you got that out of your system.”
“Mhm.” You hummed, nodding before you before leaning yourself back, hanging your head up Hugh as you mindlessly stared at the ceiling. “But man, I feel tired after busting so hard.”
The squirrel huffed. “Yeah? Well, I hope you have a bit more stamina left in you 'cause I’ve have yet to bust a nut myself.”
“What?!” You exclaimed, wrinkling your head down to shockingly stare at the drunk squirrel.
With a cheeky grin, Conker silently gestures down to his crotch. His throbbing erection is barely contained in his skimpy underwear, the fabric completely drenched in his leaking fluids.
‘I should’ve known this would happen.’
You let out a hard sigh. “Alright fine. So, what do you want me to do? Suck you off as you did to me?”
Conker tapped his index finger under his chin in mock thought. “As tempting as that is, nah. It wouldn’t be fun that way. Soooo, I have a different proposition in having to please me.”
“And that would be…?”
Conker silently turned himself around and got down on all fours, showing his tight underwear-clad ass. Then, he hooked his fingers onto the waistband and slowly peeled them down to his inner thighs, his locked onto yours with a seductive gaze.
“I don’t think I got to explain it. The look on your cute face says it all~” He teased, slowly swaying his hips from side to side.
You stared at the squirrel with an utterly dumbstruck look on your face, your mouth quickly opening and closing as you failed to come up with a response. Your eyes were locked onto your friend’s assets your cock giving a twitch in arousal, slowly hardening up again.
Because of the increasing amounts of times your roommate has been drinking, Conker has gained a considerable amount of weight. Sure, he’s gained a small but perky set of man boobs and a bit of a beer belly. Though, it’s obvious that most of his gains went straight to his hips and ass.
And my God, was it total eye candy for you.
Conker’s ass is absolutely huge , two large full moons with a bit more fat than muscle to highlight their round, supple, bubbly demeanor. They sagged downwards slightly, bouncing softly to every movement the squirrel makes, gentle reverberations rippling across the fur and skin that was utterly mesmerizing.
And you can say the same for his nutsack dangling underneath his jiggling rump. Conker has a pretty nice pair of swaying balls dangling beneath his plush thighs. His sack sagged slightly, the size of his nuts looking considerably miserable and plump. Overall, Conker’s chubby form exudes such male prowess that made you utterly smitten.
“Holy fuck… you’re thick.” You breathed, struggling to form words in your mouth.
The squirrel giggled at the flustered, stun expression on your face. You feel your mouth dry as Conker shook his girth back and forth. Your dick twitched between your legs as you watched the many rippling waves of butt fat swim across those plump cheeks. It made your heart pound excitedly in your chest, arousal rushing through your body as you were seduced at the sight of such… extravagance.
“Well? Are you gonna sit here with your mouth wide open? Or are you gonna come over here and put that to good use?” He said smugly, pushing his lower body back a little bit to tease you even further.
Conker clasped his gloved hands on the asscheeks, his fingers dipping slightly the doughy exterior. After hoisting his big bushy tail up. He then slowly spread them apart, showing his tight, wrinkled puckered hole hidden between the two canyons. It winked and clenched as if calling out to you to have something soft and wet pressed up against it. Then, he let go of them, his titanic mounds coming down and crashing together in a thick meaty clap, sending quaking tremors across the terrain before slowly settling.
That was all it take for you to comply.
Fueled by the promiscuous teasing the drunk squirrel is doing to you, you crawled towards Conker’s divine rear, his globes taking up your field of vision and you moved closer to it. With no hesitation, you reached your hands out and gave the squirrel’s rump a good squeeze, Conker thankfully moving his bushy tail away to allow you easier access. You let out a small hum of delight as you feel the squishy fat of his cheeks flow between your fingers. As soft and malleable as they are, you can feel a bit of underlying muscle hidden away deep under all that flab. Plus, your nose detected the musky pheromone scent emitting from the deep depths of Conker’s crack, making it all the more inviting.
So you pry his cheeks apart, your thumb dipping close to the creek as pulled gently. Your dick throbbed tightly as you hear the almost inaudible sticky peeling noise from Conker’s ass cheeks, his male stench wafting up as it was much stronger.
You couldn’t stop yourself from drooling as you stared at that delicious-looking pucker. It twitched softly, deep wrinkles running through the supple outer ring as small beads of sweat slowly trickled down the pulsating hole. It was everything you wanted in an ass. Straight from the deep dark depths of your lewd fantasies.
Eagerly, you surged forward, nestling your muzzle right between Conker’s fleshy mounds, your nose pressed right up against his twitching pucker. You inhale deeply, breathing in the hot, musky air. It made your cock throb hard, a shaky exhale shuddering out of your body as the whiff of that putrid spicy scent filled your lungs. You rubbed your face up and down his deep swampy crack, wanting to get his scent stuck onto your face before you focused on the task at hand.
Opening your mouth, you shot your tongue outwards, latching onto the squirrel’ tight, wrinkled asshole as you gave it a nice, slow lick. You let out a moan of pure bliss as the salty tang of sweat, and salty butt raunch sizzled against your tastebuds. The texture of Conker’s wrinkled pucker was divine as you reveled in it. You licked at it more firmly, circling around the outer edges and lapping at the center of the hole, which kissed the tip of your wriggling tongue as it quivered and clenched.
Meanwhile, Conker let out a coo in pleasure, pushing more of his rear back against your face, his dick throbbing and leaking streams of precum onto the sheets.
“Mmm… that’s it, Y/N. Get your tongue nice and deep in there. Lick my hole clean.” He purred out.
The drunk squirrel reached behind him and grabbed your head, jamming your face decor between in his pillowy asscheeks, which you’re not at all complaining about. He then let his other free hand wrap itself around his drooling cock and began slowly stroking it while he listens to you loudly make out with his backdoor entrance.
You continued to tongue at the squirrel hole with more and more eagerness and vigor, smothering yourself by the bubbly cheeks squishing your skull. You could feel Conker’s guttural moans rumble all around you as you lick and pull on his anal flesh. Eventually, the sweaty, saliva-ridden hole reacted itself, quivering open just enough to accept your tongue inside. You plunged it in as far as you can go, the dark muscles squeezing on your wet organ as you greedily lapped at his hot inner walls. Each stroke caused a wave of convulsions to tug and pull your probing tongue. You felt drunk, your mind growing fuzzy as Conker’s musky scent and flavor seeped deeper and deeper into your systems. All you can focus on is one thing; eat your friend’s ass out as best you can.
Conker moaned loudly as you ate him out with even more gusto. His hips began to move involuntarily, thrusting into his hand and back against probing tongue sinking deep into his bowel. He squeezed his eyes shut, his big plump orbs swaying about as he squeezed more precum out of his stiff erection. You, on the other hand, spent as long as you could eating out the squirrel’s wrinkled, puffy tail hole.Your neglected cock and balls throbbed painfully between your legs, and your lungs started to burn from the lack of fresh air. But, you don’t care, tonguefucking your friend’s asshole was your number one priority.
Then, all of a sudden, Conker pulled his head out between his cheeks. The motion caused you to fall back against the bed, your mouth hanging open as you panted for air. You can smell the spicy scent of his asshole etched on your face.
”Wh… why you’d… let me stop?” You panted out, staring up at the squirrel with a nearly sad look on your face for being denied eating ass for the time being. Your cock flared up as you see thin strands of saliva glistening onto that’ll puffy, twitching hole before his bushy tail blocked it from view.
Conker giggled, turning around to face you. “As much as I love you eating me out, I didn’t want to bust so so soon. Besides, that is all but a preparation for what’s to come~”
The squirrel crawled his way over to you, getting between your legs before climbing on top of you, planting his big rear onto your lap.
“I’m going to ride you. I want that big dick of yours to breed me senseless til you cum, okay?” He growled out lustfully.
You inhaled sharply as you feel the squirrel push his rump back against your twitching cock, sandwiching it between those pillowy mounds as he teasingly grinned against it. You gave a frantic nod, eager in wanting to fuck this drunk squirrel hard.
“Alrighty~” He purred. “Now just lay back while I make myself comfortable. Then, we can do it however you want.” Conker said lowly, grinning smugly.
The squirrel sat up from your lap is turned around, giving you a nice view of that bountiful rear end before Conker proceeded to slowly squat down. Your cockhead pressed against his tail hole, giving a little bit of resistance before the pucker gave in and allowed the tip to enter inside.
Both of you moaned out as Conker worked to get more of your dick inside him, swishing his hips for the extra measure as he sunk down inch by inch. Eventually, the squirrel got the rest of your thick length in one fell swoop. His weight, despite being small, was pleasurably heavy as he settled himself onto your hips, his ass pushing against your lower belly.
“You ok, man? That didn’t hurt, did it?” You asked with concern as you heard Conker let out a small hiss, his face scrunching up.
“I’m good. Nothing wrong in feeling a bit of pain now and then.” Coker groaned. “But, fuck. Your cock feels so damn good inside me. I can feel it in my stomach.” He said, placing a hand upon his midsection, feeling a faint bulge prodding against his fingertips
“Want me to give you a moment to adjust?”
The squirrel nodded. “Yeah.”
You let Conker make himself comfortable for a little while. He lets out deep breaths and soft moans as moved his hips around, letting himself get used to the size of your cock. Course, you enjoyed having your throbbing dick inside his tight hole, rolling your hips ever so slightly to let your length rub against his slick inner walls. Suddenly, the warm hole clenched itself tight, gripping your dick with surprising strength before relaxing again.
“Fuuuuuuck.” You hissed out through your clenched teeth, your eyes rolling back for a moment.
“Hehe.” Conker let out a mischievous giggle. “You like that, don’t you?” He said smugly.
“Yes, I do.” You said quickly. “Quit being a damn tease and let’s go already!” You said desperately.
“So eager…” Conker quipped, amused “Get ready, Y/N. Cause I’m gonna milk that thick cock of yours dry~” He growled, licking his lips.
With that, Conker raised himself up, his rim squelching as your cock nosily slide itself out of his anus till roughly just the tip is still inside. Then, after a little pause, the squirrel comes back down, burying your cock deep inside his quivering bowels, his cheeks quaking in a thick meaty clap.
The squirrel started off slow, building up a steady rhythm as bounced himself onto your lap. You bit your lip, grasping your fingers tightly against the bedsheets as Conker rocked your body. Having to witness the arousing display Conker's cheeks clapping and feel his quivering inner walls rub and squeeze around your sensitive leaking length is euphoric. Electric tingles shoot up your spine, your balls churning their second batch of cum within. You just hope you can ride this for just a little while longer and not bust too early.
“Fuuck. Your cock feels amazing.” Conker moaned out.
“Y-yeah.” You said through your clenched teeth, your face twisting with pleasure. Conker looked back at you from his shoulder, a smug plastered on his face at seeing the current state you're in.
“Aww, what’s the matter, Y/N? Don’t tell me you’re gonna bust your second load this early already. We just started.” He teased.
You let out a loud gasp as you felt Conker deliberately clench his walls down onto your cock, causing a thick spurt of precum to shoot deep inside his bowels.
“I-I swear to God Conker. I’m gonna—“
“Oh? What are you doing gonna do Y/N?” He asked smugly, taunting you. Conker when then quickly caught off guard as you raised up from the bed and grabbed onto his shoulders at an almost blinding rate. You then forcefully pushed him down, a small grunt leaving him from the impact as you quickly pulled your legs in, kneeling behind him.
The blinked in slight shock from the sudden change of position before he let out a small snicker. “Heh. Guess you wanted to take control this time, huh?” He asked smugly.
“Damn right I do.” You said firmly.
“Well then, don’t be afraid to get rough me, big guy. I want you to breed me senseless~” He growled softly, pushing his bubbly rear back against your crotch.
You chuckled. “Of course.”
You pulled your hips back, cock your cock out the squirrel’s anal passage till about halfway before you thrust forward as hard as you can. Conker let out a loud cry from the forceful thrust, his cock shooting a thick spurt of prey up onto the bedsheets as the tip of your thick length slammed into his fleshy sensitive walnut hidden deep inside him. Since this is the first time doing rough sex, you best your best in fucking Conker’s brains out.
The wet lewd sounds of your balls and hips slapping against the squirrel’s jiggling rump filled the air, your slick dick nosily sliding in and out of that juicy hole. You were relentless with your thrusts, always thrusting your hips forward in such a powerful manner enough to make the bed rock and squeak. As for Conker. He’s reduced to absolute puddy beneath you. He buried his face down within the bedsheets in an attempt to muffle his cries of pleasure, his toes curling and uncurling within the soles of his socks. His asshole muscles were relentless, constantly clenching down and squeezing down on your cock with every stroke. You can already tell that he was getting close. You’re not too far off as you feel a familiar pressure stir within your tensed balls
“Shit. I’m getting close.” You breathed.
“Fill me~” Conker managed out.
With other of your orgasms getting closer and closer, you increased the speed of your thrusts by one hundred percent. You were full-on ramming and rutting the drunk squirrel’s asshole for both of your enjoyment, breeding that tight womb into submission so you could bury yourself. Conker continued to let out gasps and cries, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as the burning heat in his belly burned like an inferno.
And then… it happened.
With one final shove, you shoved your thick length deep into his anal cavity, brushing up against his prostate. Overstimulated with the mind-numbing pleasure, Conker let out a loud cry as his cock began to spray out thick ropes of semen in thick jets, the hot liquid splashing against his stomach and staining the sheets. He could feel your cock throbbing hard inside his asshole as the imploding flood grows closer and closer. His heart raced with anticipation for the hot creamy load ready to burst.
You squeezed your eyes shut, your fingers having a death onto Conker’s buttocks as heavy thick ropes of scaling hot cum shot out from the flaring tip and flooded the drunk squirrel’s guts. Conker’s eyes rolled into the back of his head to fill him with more and more of your rich seed, his insides tingling and burning up inside. In a good way, mind you. He can feel his belly distended, becoming more round and taut as you filled his overstuffed bowels with your semen. It was all so euphoric that Conker felt like he was gonna pass out. But, all good things must come to an end.
It took a good while, but your nut buster finally came to an end, your cock forcing out the rest of your semen churned within those balls of yours. With a heavy sigh, you pulled himself out of the stuffed squirrel’s ass with a sickening ‘pop!’ Your length nosily splurged its way out of Conker’s ass, and like uncorking a plug, caused a hot rush of semen to pour out of his well-used anus, leaking down his taint and legs.
You leaned yourself back and collapsed onto the bed, the afterglow soon settling in. Your body is all sticky and sweaty, the smell of sex strong in the air as you desperately get air back into your systems.
“Wow…” You breathed. “That was probably the best first I’ve ever had.” You said exhaustingly.
“Wasn’t it Conker?” You asked your well-fucked friend.
You didn’t get a response.
“Uhh, Conker? You ok?” You asked again, your voice laced with concern.
‘Aw, geez! I hope I didn’t break him.’
Pushing yourself up, you crawled over to the squirrel to see if he was alright. You’re eyes widened in slight shock as to see Conker is completely knocked out. The squirrel's eyes were closed, his soft snores sounding out of his slightly opened mouth, his gaping still leaking your fluids.
“He fell asleep.” You mused.
You couldn’t help but let out a small snicker at the outcome.
“Heh. I fucked him so hard, I put his drunk ass to sleep. Never thought I see that in front of me.”
“Although…” You cast your eyes up from the passed-out squirrel and looked at your sheets, stained in both your seeds.
“We made a pretty big mess.”
You don’t feel that motivated to change the sheets. So you plan on doing it first thing tomorrow morning. Right now, you just want to get to bed. You helped laid the unconscious squirrel down on his side, being extra careful not to wake him up. You then grabbed a blanket from the foot of the bed and covered his body with it, doing the same with yourself before resting your head down onto your soft pillow.
You blankly stared up at the ceiling, your mind still processing the events that happened moments ago.
‘Man… I still can’t believe I had sex with my housemate. Not to mention, he confessed his love for me. I wonder if he’s gonna remember all this in the morning.’
You blushed before mentally shaking your head. ‘I should head to sleep. I’m gonna be prepared for the massive hangover.’ Your face soured at the thought .
With that, you reached your arm out to turn off the bedroom lamp and headed off the sleep, drowsiness quickly taking hold of you. Unknowingly, as you were knocked out, Conker turned over and snuggled close against your back, a sleepy smile plastered onto his face.