You felt like you were walking on clouds, your heels barely touching the floor as you stumble back towards the ballroom. You’d just been deflowered by the hunkiest guy in school, nay, the whole world. Your head spins with the future possibilities. Curtis would take you out on dates, he’d kiss you and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. He’d buy you gifts and one day he’d sweep you of your feet as Mr. Cosmos, a humongous 600 pound musclebeast effortlessly carrying you around as he produces a diamond ring for you. It was making you giddy!
As you meander your way through the crowd, you see a tall, muscular pit bull standing by the punch bowl. You chuckle and sling your arms around the giant’s neck. The pit’s massive frame, easily 250 pounds of extra shredded beef effortlessly holds you as fling yourself onto him.
“Deej!” the pit bull whines, his huge 22” biceps flexing as he tries to get you off.
“Hi, Ty…” you coo lightly. Your big brother sighs.
“What do you want, DJ?” he grunts. He takes a sniff of the air, growling. “Aw, sis!” he hisses lowly. “You have Curt all over you. If Mrs. Poynter catches you, you’ll be in so much trouble.”
“Oh, you’re one to talk, Ty-Ty,” you whisper. “I smell another dude’s cologne on you. Aren’t you here with Janica Santos?”
“Yeah, well, she’s my beard, sis,” Ty grumbles lowly. “Now let go, you’re gonna embarrass me in front of the guy.” You do as he said and you almost stomp on his foot as you see the guy slowly making his way up to your big pitbull brother.
“Tommy McAvoy, seriously?” you hiss, pointing your finger right at the guy’s chest, the beefy golden retriever casting a glare at you.
“What’s with She-Hulk?” the pompous ass says dismissively. Ugh, the nerve of this guy! Sure you were slightly bigger… okay a lot bigger than most girls… But still!
“Ah shaddap, Tommy, she can probably beat your bench press, maybe even Seouk,” Ty boasts. The big pit flashes you his signature dumb looking smile. “Don’t worry, stick with me and I can put some meat on those bones, Tommy. Just look at what I did with Trist!”
He was of course, refering to Tristan Seouk, one of his best friends. The water deer was a smoking hottie that banged just as many girls as Curt. He was always so svelte at 6’3”, but this year, under your brother’s tutelage, he’d blown up 50 pounds and could do some serious damage if he ever entered a teen bodybuilding competition at a tight 235 pounds of beefed up cervine. That rut was a powerful weapon for a guy’s bulking arsenal. The water deer was Tommy’s greatest rival, both boys vying for the starting quarterback position for the school’s football team. They both spat curses when Coach Olson named them co-captians. Their rivalry only deepened when they both got accepted to UC-Brisbane with sports scholarships. Speaking of the devil…
“Hey, Ty, DJ… Thomas,” Tristan’s silky voice calls out as he joins the huddle with his current boyfriend, Andrew McNeese Jr. The roo was also part of the ‘bicep bros’, training everyday with your brother in your basement after school. He was cute, in the boy-next-door kind of way and had a boyish voice to match his face. Some people even thought he was freshman if it wasn’t for the good 40 pounds of muscle he added on his frame this year, giving him a nice gymnast’s build at 200 pounds at an incredibly tall 6’6”.
“Congrats on getting your cherry popped,” Andy quips. You and Ty flash him an angry glare. “What?! I can smell it from across the room. Curt’s dick has that ‘je ne sais quois,’” he adds with a wave of his hand.
“You would know, McWeak,” Tommy chuckles, crossing his beefy arms across his chest.
“Fuck off, Tommy. We all know Curt beats off in the showers after practice,” Andy hisses, coming off as slightly whiney. You swear you know kids in middle school more mature than him.
“And besides, you’re not one to talk, Tommy,” Ty chuckles, massaging the back of the dog’s neck. Tommy’s hackles raise as he nibbles playfully at the retriever’s ear.
“Don’t fuckin’ do that in public, ass!” he snarls, batting Ty’s meaty arm away.
“Aw, you’re still gonna suck my big 10” pupmaker, aren’t you, baby?” Ty coos defiantly.
“Don’t say that in public!” Tommy growls under his breath, he looks around for anyone listening in on his conversation. Oh Tommy… what a confused guy. It wasn’t such a secret that he was in a pretty committed relationship with some stoner kid, Nick, a skin-and-bones donkey that used to go to your church. Bleh, you don’t know what a hunk like Tommy saw in that guy. But a few months ago, the kid went missing. Some say he was kidnapped, but the ‘official’ story was that he ran away when his parents found out he was fudgepacking for the reverend’s son. Tommy’s… been kind of lost ever since Nick went missing… you’d feel sorry for him if he wasn’t such a dick.
Ty pulls Tommy away, a huge blush forming on the retriever’s face. “C’mon, let’s go have some fun, Tommy.”
“Heh, looks like you’re not the only Shaw having a one-night stand tonight, kiddo,” Tristan chuckles, his suit rippling against his muscles as he ruffles your long headfur.
“Okay, seriously, boys. Do you have any idea how long it takes to tease my fur like this?” you snap.
“About 15 minutes in the restroom with Curt?” Andy coughs. Oh haha, wiseass. You flash him a death stare.
“I’ll have you boys know, Curt is more than just a one-night stand. He is my boyfriend,” you reply haughtily, tilting your nose at them. The two boyfriends just look at you with incredulous looks. Andy holds back a chortle and Tristan rolls his eyes.
“Okay, DJ, sure,” Tristan grumbles. “But in the meantime, Andy’s right, you have Curt’s scent all over you.” He slightly nudges his arm towards some senior girls looking at you and giggling. “C’mon, you need to freshen up before word gets out you’re a tramp.”
“I am a lady, I’ll have you know,” you huff as you pull at your dress dramatically. But seriously, Andy and Trist were right, you did smell like Curt had spooged all over you… Well, he sort of did… but that was besides the point. You quickly make your way out of the ballroom and back into the side hall. You see the boys huddling around the men’s room, Ty and Tommy making out in front, the sound of a whiny howl coming from within. That had to be Seth… probably getting pounded by that fatass Donovan.
You duck into the ladies’ room across the hall, the utility closet adjacent. You sigh as you pull out a packet of moist towlettes out of your clasp. This was gonna fuck up your feminine pH, but it was better than smelling like Curt’s cumrag… Gods, just thinking of him… You gently circle the lips of your nethers, whimpering as you recall the sheer girth the zebra had, 14” that were all yours. All of it filling you… Oh…
“Curtis…” That wasn’t your imagination. Your ears perk up as you hear someone moaning. “Curtis…” she moans again, it was definitely a woman. Your ears tilt towards the vent on the wall separating the restroom and the closet adjacent to it.
“Oh, baby, still regretting getting plowed by this ‘boy?’” Curtis chuckles lewdly. That was him. Your heart sinks, no, it shatters in two. He didn’t have feelings for you after all. Or if he did, he didn’t let feelings get in the way of a good fuck.
“Oh, you’re all man, Mr. Wolde,” she coos. It was… oh gods, it was a teacher chaparone, wasn’t it? Curtis was fucking a teacher! But who… If Curt was into big gals… That only left one woman, Ms. Nosrati, the weightlifting coach mouflon and rumoured to be a barbarian; her Amazonian physique sure lent to that claim. “Oh… oh, Curtis… M-mashallah!” That was her alright.
You didn’t even realize your fist had balled up, your knuckles white. You fight back the tears as you clean yourself up, your hopes and dreams of a hunky boyfriend crumbling around you. A quick fuck, that’s all you were. “Stupid girl,” you whimper to yourself. You almost yelp as you hear a loud thump, the wall shuddering, followed by an exasperated sigh of contentment. You choke on your own saliva. You shouldn’t be putting so much stock of your emotions onto one guy. C’mon DJ, it’s not 1800, your life doesn’t depend on a man.
Who were you kidding, it still hurt though.
You stumble out of the bathroom, seeing your brother and Tommy were no longer out there, but the rail-thin thylacine, Seth, and his fatty-musclebear of a partner, Donovan, were out there kissing each other. Gross.
You just wanted to get away from it all. You head back to the dance floor, only to see a slow dance going on. Happy pairs of seniors twirling about, arms on shoulders and they gently swayed to the beat, even Andy and Tristan were doing it. You groan as you make your way to the wall… the wall of rejects. Yay.
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