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January had never been so miserable. In Eric Cartman’s 17 years on Earth, he had never experienced the horrors that he was now being put through. It was the tail end of his human puberty, and what he assumed would be just another normal spring was now being intruded upon by what he less-than-fondly called ‘coonberty,’ characterized by his raccoon brain intensifying its weird furry bullshit by a hundred. What had previously been normal teenage boy horniness was now a terrifying amalgamation of animalistic desires and extreme sexual discomfort, triggered by the natural raccoon mating season and no longer hidden underneath layers of human puberty. Eric had been stripped down to his raccoon DNA, and he could barely control the constant stream of feral thoughts bouncing around in his brain.
The fact that Eric was able to smell the pheromones of those around him did nothing but make it worse, especially considering the way teenage girls felt about the Coon. If he were fighting crime as the Coon, Eric would have to deal with the chemicals that clouded around his fans, the most notable of which being the arousal-linked chemicals that, shockingly, a lot of people his age emitted when seeing him in costume. Something about superheroes rubs a lot of teenagers the right way, he figured. And the fact that they didn’t know who the Coon actually was. It would be cool if a) he wasn’t gay and b) it didn’t send his head reeling and his body into instinctive ‘horny mode.’
Masturbation did nothing to ease his mental torment, either. It only made his body long for the real thing. The smell of his own cum alone instead of accompanied by someone else’s disappointed his brain beyond belief.
When Kyle invited Eric and his other two friends over to house to play video games, Eric almost declined. He knew he’d end up acting really awkward. But he couldn’t pass up an opportunity to destroy Kyle at Mario Kart, so he found himself at the Broflovskis’ door five minutes later.
Everything was going well until the aggressiveness characteristic of Eric’s stupid coonberty kicked in full-force, and he engaged in an intense argument with Kyle over which one of them could get first place in every course of one of the hardest cups, and Stan and Kenny backed down to allow them to go through with it. Eventually, Stan and Kenny left, tired of dealing with the two’s childish competitiveness, and Eric was left to suffer alone when he lost and Kyle won. Unfortunately, a wave of arousal hit in the midst of his rage, and he groaned, irritated by the bad timing. Kyle seemed to mistake his sexual anguish for normal Cartman pouting.
“Hey, c’mon, if you’re that upset, we can just have a rematch.” He thrust the controller towards Eric. Eric couldn’t get out of this one without looking like a pussy, so he agreed and took the controller. He and Kyle’s hands brushed against each other as he pulled back, and though Kyle barely noticed it, a jolt of electricity shot from Eric’s fingertips to his spine. He was glad that Kyle was sitting on the floor in front of the couch instead of beside him on the couch, because his dick was definitely unsheathed from its furry base right now, and that would be really hard to explain. The steady, needy pulsing in his crotch was a very effective distraction during the game, causing him to place sixth overall. Kyle found this extremely funny.
“How do you lose to the bots? They’re all so fucking stupid in this version, dude.”
“Shut your mouth, Kahl.”
“This is my house, and I can say what I want here.” Kyle turned to look up at Eric, and he quickly lifted his knee to hide the bulge in his pants.
“Do you want me to leave? Because I can. And then you’ll be lonely because we already scared Ken and your boyfriend off,” he replied. Kyle rolled his eyes.
“Stan’s not my boyfriend.”
“Kinda act like he is…” Eric mumbled. “Can I use your bathroom? Actually—that isn’t a question, I’m using your bathroom.”
“Yeah, whatever.”
Eric tried to walk up the stairs like a normal person, but when he hit the top step, he darted into the bathroom. He felt gross for what he was about to do, but he couldn’t control himself. It only took a few seconds for his jeans and boxers to fall to his knees, and his tail was unfurled from its place wrapped under his stomach, allowed to puff up and wag. He tugged his mittens off, and discarded them on the counter. His cock was full-length already, twitching for attention, and he wrapped a hand around it and instantly began to stroke it, not bothering to go through any of his usual pre-jerk-off rituals, mind weighed down with horny animal thoughts.
Save semen for mate.
I can’t do that, dude. It’s either I jerk off or I stay hard and miserable.
Need mate. Breed mate.
I’m gay, dumbass. I can’t breed with a dude.
Breed. Find mate.
“Stupid…” Eric murmured. He desperately needed to fuck something, but he didn’t have a boyfriend. And, honestly, who would ever want to fuck him? At least, he assumed no one would ever want to. He wasn’t sure anyone would fuck him ever, even if they got paid.
“Ngh— shit,” the moan slipped out, though it was fortunately fairly quiet. Eric let his thumb run over the head of his cock every time his hand reached the top of a stroke, shivering at the sensation.
Find mate.
Goddamnit, shut up!
He bucked into his own hand and bit his lip, bracing against the wall behind him with his free hand. Like every other time he’d jerked off for the past month, he came quickly, and the high from the orgasm was short-lived, plagued by disappointment from his raccoon brain.
Wasted, wasted, wasted. Less semen for mate.
Don’t care, didn’t ask.
Mate.
“Ugh, weak, dude…” Eric groaned. He somehow managed to cum only into his own hand, so he walked to the sink and washed it off, scrubbing his palm extra hard. His dick was still somewhat out of its sheath, but he felt a little less uncomfortable when he pulled his pants back up, so that was nice. His tail felt just as itchy when he returned it to its spot wrapped underneath his stomach.
Eric opened the bathroom door and took a deep breath before walking back downstairs. Kyle instinctively turned to look at the noise of him descending the stairs, and he opened his mouth to say something, but his jaw stayed slack, and his eyes widened when they locked onto Eric’s hands.
“Dude, are those— are those claws? ” Eric’s stomach dropped. He jerked his hands towards his chest and realized he had forgotten to put his mittens back on.
“Uh, no, you stupid Jew. You’re hallucinating or something.” He froze as Kyle got up and walked towards him. He didn’t jerk away when Kyle grabbed his hands and ran his fingers over the sharp tips of his claws; in fact, the touch was satisfying, in a weird way.
“Why didn’t you tell us you were the Coon? That’s so fucking cool!” Kyle laughed in disbelief. Eric met his gaze and thought for a moment.
“It would put you at risk.”
“Since when did you start caring about putting any of us in danger?”
“Goddamnit, Kahl! I only hate you, it isn’t like I want you to die!” Eric snapped.
“You don’t want me to die? I think that’s one of the nicest things you’ve ever said to me.” Kyle smirked and dropped Eric’s hands. Eric rolled his eyes and scoffed.
“Don’t get your panties wet, Jew. I could always change my mind.” Eric fidgeted with his claws and tried to ignore Kyle’s intense gaze. He jumped when Kyle pushed his hat off. “What’re you doing?!”
“Cute…” Kyle murmured, running his fingers through the fur on Eric’s raccoon ears. Eric was bewildered. His mouth fell open slightly, and his eyebrows furrowed as he stared up at Kyle. Kyle’s face was pink, and he was smiling just slightly.
“Let go of me, asshole!” Eric swatted at Kyle’s hands. Before he could deter Kyle’s hands, though, the redhead found the most sensitive part of his ears, sending shockwaves throughout his entire body. He inhaled sharply, and a tiny, almost inaudible whimper swelled from his throat.
Kyle’s hands flew to his sides, and he whispered a nervous “Sorry.”
Eric bent down and picked his hat up, pulling it over his ears.
“The ears are off-limits,” he grumbled, “I’m gonna get my mittens.” He ascended the stairs, hearing Kyle’s footsteps close behind him. What was he doing? Eric reached out to open the bathroom door, but his wrist was grabbed forcefully, and he was spun around to face Kyle.
“Cartman, I’m sorry that I found out about this.”
“Why are you apologizing? I was stupid and made a mistake.”
“I just… I don’t know. You deserve to have privacy, even if I do hate you.”
“That’s a surprise: Kahl caring about Cartman’s privacy. Incredible.” Eric rolled his eyes.
“C’mon, everybody has secrets. I have secrets, and, honestly, I think you would respect that.”
“And what makes you think I wouldn’t tell everyone your secrets? Have you forgotten who you’re talking to?”
“If you knew, you would understand.” Kyle turned red, and he smiled nervously, eyes darting to look away from Eric.
“Well, I don’t. Tell me.” Eric tilted his head and stared up at Kyle.
“I-I, ugh— get out of my house, Cartman.”
--X--
Kyle didn’t usually enjoy hanging out at Eric’s house. He tolerated it when Stan and Kenny were there to put a barrier between them. But it was different this time. He chose to sit next to Eric, which Stan and Kenny didn’t seem to notice or care about, and he only got more nervous the longer he felt the brunette’s warmth beside him. When Stan and Kenny left, Kyle found himself mirroring what Eric had done the day before, and he stayed behind.
“I need to talk to you.”
“Are you not already doing that?”
“Don’t do this to me right now, Cartman. I will end you.” Kyle glared at him. “Can we go to your room?”
“Hmm, this feels gay. But fine,” Eric sighed dramatically and stood up. Kyle followed him upstairs and into his room. Kyle’s heart pounded.
“I thought that when I found out you were the Coon, this would go away. But it didn’t. Cartman, I don’t know why, but the fact that you’re the Coon is only making it more intense.”
“Making what more intense? What are you talking about?” Eric half-smiled, visibly confused.
“Kiss me, Cartman.” Kyle grabbed the collar of Eric’s shirt. Eric turned bright red, and his ears flattened against his head.
“Wh-what? Are you insa— mmf!” Kyle interrupted Eric by pressing their lips together in a soft, sweet kiss.
When he pulled away, Eric instantly pounced on him and pinned him to the wall, finding his lips again, this time in a deeper and more passionate kiss. Eric purred into Kyle’s mouth as they frantically devoured each other. Kyle couldn’t stop the corners of his mouth from turning up into a giddy smile, even with his and Eric’s tongues trading places in each other’s throats.
Giggling and red, Eric pulled away and panted out a breathy “woah.”
“Woah,” Kyle agreed. He gazed into Eric’s chocolate colored eyes, which were big and hopeful.
Eric’s stupid, adorable, pudgy little face would be the death of Kyle. He yanked Eric’s face back to his, and they stumbled away from the wall as they both tried to gain control of the situation, hands clawing at hair and necks and shirts and backs, light moans slipping out when they would break apart for air.
“This exact scenario has played in my head at least a million times before…” Eric studied Kyle’s face as he spoke.
Kyle’s heart jumped at the admission. He related, though it was always the Coon. Maybe. Had it ever been Eric? Kyle thought for a moment and realized he couldn’t discern which fantasies were of him beating the shit out of Eric and which were of him making out with the Coon. He felt a similar way when he thought about both.
They clung to each other as they made out, Eric on his tiptoes to reach Kyle, who was still holding Eric’s shirt up in an attempt to drag his head up to his level. At some point, Kyle’s hand ended up at Eric’s crotch, and the lewd, animalistic cry that the brunette let out when he squeezed his bulge could’ve knocked the sense out of Kyle. Eric ground into Kyle’s palm needily and whimpered.
Kyle looked at Eric, whose eyes were wide and whose face was painted with embarrassment, and smirked. He used his free hand to swipe his thumb across Eric’s lips, drying the spit from them, before sinking to his knees. He grabbed Eric’s waistband on the way down and tugged his sweatpants down, glaring up at the brunette until he complied and lifted his feet one-by-one to allow him to fully remove the offending article of clothing. Kyle pushed Eric’s shirt up a little to get access to the waistband of his boxers. His chubby stomach was soft and cushy to the touch; Kyle made a mental note to use Eric as a pillow later.
Eric had a happy trail of ash brown hair that reached up to his navel and kept traveling down below his waistband. Kyle tugged his boxers down and had to bite his lip to hold a gasp back when he saw it; where his pubic hair would’ve been, Eric had a patch of ash brown fur that lightened to tan closer to his dick. Where his dick would’ve been, there was a furry bulge with a slit at the front, from which a flash of pink was trying to push out. Kyle cupped the furred sack hanging underneath. The fur there was soft. Eric let out a whimper and his cock pushed out of its sheath a little more as Kyle kept massaging his balls, and when Kyle looked up to make eye contact, Eric’s face was bright red.
“I always wondered if you had a human dick or a raccoon one,” Kyle murmured, breaking the length of silence. Eric’s ears flattened against his head.
“... Always? H-how long have you wanted this?” he asked. There was no way Kyle was about to do this. He couldn’t talk himself out of it, though.
“Cartman, I’ve fantasized about the Coon for years.”
“Sorry that the Coon ended up being me.”
“Why the fuck would I be here right now if I cared about that?” Kyle frowned and gazed at Eric’s sorrowful chocolate eyes. He looked genuinely guilty.
Kyle would fix that. He wrapped his hand around the sheath of Eric’s cock and stroked it a few times, each stroke pushing his cock out more. It was light pink, and the head was splayed slightly; it was somewhere around four inches if Kyle had to guess, and it was very thick, with a gorgeous, scooping curve that made Kyle’s dick twitch. Eric looked away from Kyle, and his face somehow turned redder.
“I know, I know, Cartman has a small dick…” he mumbled. Kyle rolled his eyes and ran his fingers along the side of Eric’s shaft, tracing the upwards arc to the head. If Eric actually believed that, he was stupid. It wasn't like Kyle would be able to take much more, seeing as he had never really put anything up there.
“Look at me, Cartman. I want you to make eye contact with me,” Kyle demanded.
Eric shuddered and looked back down at the redhead. Kyle smirked and pressed his tongue against the splayed slit of his cock, stroking the base of his cock right above the sheath. He glanced down and wondered how he would handle the hooked shape in his mouth.
Won’t know until I try, I guess. Kyle parted his lips and flicked his gaze back up to meet Eric’s eyes as he took an inch into his mouth. He lapped at the underside of Eric’s cock while he took more in, and he savored the tiny moans and purrs rumbling in the brunette’s throat. Eric clenched his eyes when Kyle finally had his whole shaft in his mouth. Kyle grumbled and jerked his head off, causing Eric to whine. He licked a bit of precum off of his lip before speaking.
“I told you to make eye contact with me, asshole,” he snapped. Eric’s eyes flew open.
“Sorry,” he mumbled.
“That’s what I thought. You’re gonna keep your eyes open if you wanna cum. Do you understand me?”
“Y-yes.” Eric’s eyes sparkled when Kyle parted his lips again. He stroked Eric’s furred testicles with one hand as he bobbed his head, squinting every time the head of his cock brushed against the roof of his mouth. Eric reached down and pulled Kyle’s curls away from his face.
“You’re so pretty, Kyle… so, so pretty," he purred. Kyle hummed and used his free hand to cup his own erection.
As he fondled himself and sucked Eric off, Kyle kept staring up at Eric. The other was having trouble maintaining eye contact. He was extremely flustered and overwhelmed, panting already, occasionally closing his eyes and then instantly snapping them open after remembering Kyle’s orders.
Eric bucked his hips slightly, and Kyle took that as a sign to go as far down as he could, pressing his nose against the soft fur at Eric’s crotch.
“Hng, shit… wait!” Eric pulled Kyle off of his cock and caught his breath. His cock was twitching and dripping with precum.
“What?” Kyle asked.
“I-I wanna… uh.” Eric fidgeted with his hands. His pupils grew large and his gaze darted down to Kyle’s bulge. Kyle realized what he was asking for; Eric fucking Cartman was into edging. Sweet. Kyle thought. He smirked and stood up to sit on the edge of Eric’s bed.
“Tell me what you want, Cartman. I wanna hear it come out of your mouth.”
“I want to suck your dick.” Eric dropped to his knees and furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at Kyle.
“Beg.”
“Mmh— okay,” Eric moaned a little at the command. Kinky motherfucker. “Please, please Kyle, I need to have your cock in my mouth, right fucking now.”
“That’s a good boy.” Kyle had no idea where the nickname came from. It felt so natural. Eric didn’t question it; he didn’t even change facial expressions. Kyle hooked his finger into his waistband and tugged it down a little, nodding at Eric. Eric instantly swatted at his hand and growled a little.
“Don’t rush me!”
“Don’t talk to me like that, bitch,” Kyle snapped back. Eric just rolled his eyes and scooted forwards. He nudged Kyle’s legs apart and laid his cheek against his inner thigh, batting his eyelashes. He brushed his fingers against Kyle’s bulge and purred slightly when Kyle groaned. He pressed his mouth and nose against it, and his eyes fluttered closed.
“God, you have no idea how incredible you smell when you’re horny.”
“Dude, what does that even mean?”
“You wouldn’t get it; you can’t smell stuff like I can,” Eric murmured. He inhaled again, and his tail waved in the air behind him. “Either you have like a giant amount of the… I dunno, sexy hormones, or my body just really, really likes you, because there is a thick fucking cloud of pheromones around you right now, and believe me when I say that it’s intoxicating.”
“Shit, Cartman.” Kyle grabbed his hair and pushed his head into his bulge, rocking his hips a little. He never realized how much he couldn’t handle hearing Eric praising him; it wasn’t like Eric had ever really said nice things about him.
Eric grabbed the waistband of Kyle’s boxers, finally, and pulled them off, discarding them on the floor. He exhaled heavily, and his pink tongue flicked out to wet his lips. He peppered kisses all over the shaft of Kyle’s cock, paying extra attention to the base, where he would remain for a moment after every kiss and press his nose into the curly red tuft of hair above it. Purrs rumbled in his chest nonstop.
“Mmh, so pretty, so perfect…” Eric breathed. He placed one last kiss on the underside of the base of Kyle’s cock before dragging his tongue up to the tip and lapping at it. He looked up at Kyle and seemed to think for a moment.
Then he unhinged his jaw and let his tongue loll out. “Fuck my throat.”
“Uh-uh, you have to beg.” Kyle tilted his head.
“Goddamnit, Ka—” Eric started. Kyle yanked his head back by the hair and stared down at him with dark eyes. Eric gulped.
“Beg, now.”
“Fuck,” Eric whispered. “Please, Kyle, I need you to fuck my mouth, I need you to use my throat like the good little whore I a— ow!”
Kyle slapped him. It was light but hard enough to get his point across.
“I’ll decide if you’re a good whore or not. Let’s see that mouth," he growled. Eric opened his mouth again.
“Hands behind your back.” He complied instantly.
Kyle rubbed Eric’s raccoon ears with his index fingers and thumbs and clutched his hair with his other fingers, making sure that he was touching the most sensitive part of his ears. He knew that he’d found the spot when Eric moaned and shivered.
“Look up at me,” Kyle said. Eric did as he was told.
Kyle pushed his head down a few inches on his cock, and Eric’s ears twitched with excitement between his fingers. Eric’s chocolate eyes squinted and filled with tears when Kyle abruptly forced him all the way to the base and bucked into his throat at the same time. Like a good boy, though, his gaze never broke away from Kyle’s. Kyle held Eric’s head in place and started to thrust in and out of his mouth, slowly at first. Eric struggled to keep his eyes from rolling back into his head. Tears streamed down his cheeks as Kyle stood from the bed and increased his pace.
“Hah, fuck, Cartman! Oh god…” Kyle moaned.
Eric’s tail puffed up, and his shoulders visibly tensed. He shifted his hips, and he whimpered, the sound muffled against Kyle’s cock. Kyle could tell the boy was close to climaxing, so he pulled his head off of his cock. Eric slumped down, coughing.
“No, please!” he cried. He panted and strained against Kyle’s grip on his hair, staring with determination at his cock.
Kyle grabbed his arms and pulled him up, directing him to the bed. His curved cock twitched and leaked precum, but, to Kyle’s delight, he was yet to orgasm. Eric sat on his knees on the bed and leaned into Kyle’s chest, snaking his hands under his shirt. Kyle allowed the brunette to push his shirt up and caress the sides of his chest. He eventually pulled his shirt off to let Eric have access to his whole chest, an action that was met with an instant barrage of kisses to his stomach and between his breasts.
Eric purred and smiled, and his face turned pink as he fluttered his eyelashes up at Kyle.
“So pretty, and all mine… mine, mine, mine,” he murmured. His kisses trailed up to Kyle’s collarbone. He stopped for a moment and inhaled deeply, letting out a content sigh. “You make it so hard to control myself, Kyle.”
“Then don’t. What’s stopping you?” Kyle replied, heart pounding.
Eric froze and bit his lip. His lips parted, and his hands flew up to Kyle’s neck, stroking it gently as he maneuvered it around, searching for something. His tail flicked when he exposed the patch of skin just below Kyle’s jawline, and he only hesitated for a moment before he sank his sharp teeth into the skin. Kyle groaned and clutched the hair at the back of Eric’s head, shoving him further into his neck. Eric started to slowly pump Kyle’s cock as well, while his other hand gripped one of Kyle’s hips.
“Good boy, Cartman. Nngh— that’s such a good boy…” Kyle whispered. Eric broke away from his neck and bit down on a spot further down, this time harder and more determined. His pace on Kyle’s cock sped up.
“Cum for me, please cum for me, Kyle,” Eric pleaded against Kyle’s skin. He lapped at the beads of blood on his bite marks.
Kyle shuddered. He bucked his hips into Eric’s hand and grabbed the boy’s face, wrenching it away from his neck and pulling it towards him. He locked their lips together and shoved his tongue into Eric’s mouth. He tasted like copper. Kyle had to pull away after a few seconds, though, letting out a drawn-out moan as he climaxed. He coated Eric’s hand in cum, thrusting a few times and resting his forehead against Eric’s shoulder.
Kyle felt like he was floating. He’d wanted this for so long. He lifted his head when Eric let go of his cock, and he almost moaned out loud when he was met with the sight of Eric licking his cum off of his palm.
“You taste just as good as you smell, Kyle,” he purred. Kyle kissed him again, this time savoring the taste of his own cum on the other’s tongue.
“You’re such a good boy, so well-behaved.” He enjoyed the light that sparkled in Eric’s eyes when he popped two of the brunette’s fingers into his mouth and sucked on them. When he removed them, he rose to his knees on the bed and led Eric’s hand down to his hole, smirking at Eric’s widening eyes.
“Are you sure? Because, and I don’t know if you’ve forgotten, I’m your worst enemy. And I don’t thi—” Eric snapped his mouth shut when Kyle pushed his hips down, rubbing against his fingers.
“Do I look like I care if you’re my enemy? Now, either you’re gonna put your fucking fingers in me, or you can forget about cumming,” Kyle hissed.
“Wait, I need to…” Eric mumbled and reached for his bedside table, pulling out a nail file. He dulled the end of the two claws, making sure they couldn’t do any damage before returning the file to his drawer. He wet the ends of them again to remove any leftover residue. Eric licked his lips and glanced away, nervous, before pressing one finger into Kyle’s entrance. Kyle had fingered himself before, but his fingers were thin, and Eric had thick, rough fingers with claws on the end, so the sensation was ten times better.
“You made… made two of your… most valuable weapons useless… just for me,” Kyle said between deep breaths.
“Do you want an infection?” Eric retorted. He pushed his finger further in.
“Weird… that you’re… pretending to care.”
“If you get hurt up there I can’t fuck you, can I?” He smirked and flicked his ears. Kyle opened his mouth to insult him, but only a moan came out as Eric curled his finger and found his prostate.
Kyle grabbed Eric’s shoulders and ducked his head. Eric took that as a sign to continue and dragged his finger back and forth on the sensitive spot, sending tingles through Kyle’s entire body.
Eric’s free hand found Kyle’s hip and held it in place as he pushed a second finger into him, sliding it to meet the first at his prostate. He started to thrust in and out, and Kyle had to focus on not tensing around his fingers, tightening his grip on Eric’s shoulders instead. He tugged at Eric’s shirt.
“Off,” he demanded.
“I can’t take it off without pulling my fingers out,” Eric reminded him. He separated his fingers and stretched the walls of Kyle’s hole as if to remind him they were up there. Kyle grumbled and rocked back on Eric’s fingers, pushing them into his prostate as roughly as possibly, moaning again.
“Then get… get your f-fucking dick in mmh-me already, asshole.” Kyle reached down and pumped Eric’s cock a few times, Eric instantly freezing and whimpering.
It didn’t take a long time for him to orgasm. Kyle spat into his cum-covered hand and spread both over the shaft, thoroughly preparing it. He slowly sat up, Eric’s fingers sliding out of him, and he moved to straddle Eric’s chubby hips, the brunette holding his waist steady. Kyle balanced in front of his cock and tugged at his shirt again, and Eric complied, pulling it off. Kyle grabbed two handfuls of his ashy brown hair and stretched his neck out so he could nip at and lick and kiss his skin. Kyle could feel the vibrations of his nonstop moans and purrs through his lips. He smiled and let out a small laugh.
“You’re so loud, dude.”
“I’m overstimulated!” Eric whimpered.
“Good.”
“Okay, fuck yo— ahhnng!” Kyle interrupted Eric by lowering himself onto his cock, instantly overwhelmed by the sharp curve of the shaft.
Eric dug his claws into Kyle’s waist and pushed him down further, the tip now colliding with his prostate. Kyle rolled his hips back and forth and tossed his head back every time his prostate was hit.
“Ah-are you gonna make… mmh-me do all the work?” He mumbled, glancing at Eric. Eric looked completely out of it, eyes clenched, mouth slightly agape, ears flattened against his head. Kyle realized he was still holding his hair and moved his hands around underneath Eric’s to clutch his back instead.
“Cartman,” Kyle said, louder this time. Eric blinked and met his gaze. He turned red and a silly grin spread on his face.
“This is so tits.”
“Way to maintain the mood,” Kyle grunted.
“I just can’t believe I have my dick in Kyle Broflovski right now,” Eric replied.
Kyle repositioned himself to slide all the way down on Eric’s cock, pressing his skin against the short fur at the base of his crotch. Eric bucked his hips instinctively at the motion. His curved shaft fit snugly inside of Kyle, like it was always supposed to be there. Kyle allowed Eric to force his hips up and down, only rolling them to help out. Eric’s eyebrows furrowed, and he let himself fall backwards onto the bed, shimmying a little until he was satisfied with his new position.
Kyle braced against the brunette’s chubby chest and thanked God that he was taller than him, because that meant he could easily look down at his face and watch as he unraveled. Kyle pushed hard into Eric’s chest when he held his thighs in place and thrust upwards. It hurt so good. Eric seemed to falter and pause at the reaction, much to Kyle’s dismay.
“Why’re you stopping?”
“You look like you’re in pain.” Eric’s face was painted with worry. Kyle let out a cry of frustration.
“Goddamn right I-I ah-am, and if… if you don’t… mmh-make it hurt more, I’ll kick your ass.” He grabbed and squeezed Eric’s neck a little to get his point across. The horny little bastard moaned so loud when Kyle let go. Kyle decided to save the fact that Eric liked being choked for further use.
Kyle mumbled praises when Eric returned to fucking him, this time faster and with more force. Each time the head of his cock made contact with his prostate, another ripple of ecstasy would seize his body. Through the fog of bliss, Kyle somehow managed to remember that, because Eric had a raccoon dick, he had a bone in there. That wonderful, incredible feature meant that Eric could potentially fuck him for hours without his dick going soft, because it couldn’t go soft. Kyle gasped out a breathy laugh between moans. He was so lucky. No one else would ever get to experience Eric. He would make sure of that.
“You’re mine, Cartman,” he moaned. Eric looked incredibly shocked at that statement.
“Nuh-uh, no. You are mine,” he slowly replied.
Were they really about to argue while both of them were falling apart and barely able to speak? Kyle began to snap back at him, but Eric panted and half-smirked before moving his hands from the sides to the tops of his thighs and holding them down, increasing to a brutal pace, sending obscene wet sounds throughout the room. Kyle dug his nails into Eric’s chest and struggled to hold his torso up, elbows giving out, legs trembling and entire lower body tensing up. His muscles squeezed around Eric’s cock involuntarily, but he couldn’t relax anymore. Kyle came again, and at some point he thought he heard Eric say something, but he was too busy trying to drag his consciousness back to his body after the fucking ridiculously intense orgasm to hear it. Eric sat up and grabbed Kyle’s back, pulling him close, pushing inside of him as far as possible, and came as well. That was probably what he was trying to warn him about. Kyle laughed breathily and panted, scrabbling at the boy’s shoulders. He left sloppy kisses all over wherever he could reach, which was mostly one of Eric’s cheeks.
The two sat for a moment, holding onto each other, bathing in each other’s warmth. Eric started to return the kisses that Kyle was giving him, and at some point the two had traveled from each other’s necks and faces to their mouths, biting at lips and pushing against tongues and relishing the sensation of being so close together. Somewhere in the back of Kyle’s mind he began to fantasize about what kind of things they could do if they were mad.
“Fuck, nngh—” He lazily ground against Eric’s stomach. “Do that ah-again, but ten times hah-harder. Right now.”
“You’re needy,” Eric murmured. Kyle grabbed his face with one hand and made sure his grip hurt the boy’s jaw.
“Now.”
“Sure thing.” Eric carefully spun Kyle around so his back was facing him, making sure his cock stayed in Kyle at least a little bit the whole time, and pushed the redhead into the mattress, hanging onto the valley at his hips that was created as he raised his ass into the air. Kyle grabbed a pillow and stuffed it underneath himself to make his position more comfortable.
“Good boy, Cartman,” Kyle praised.
Eric whimpered in response. He pushed all the way into Kyle, and Kyle cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The curved shape of his shaft felt different from the other direction, this time going against the shape of his hole, rubbing against some walls more than others. It sent a whole new kind of sensation through his body, but it was not an unwelcome one. Kyle thrust his ass backwards to sink more of Eric’s cock into him, and the other took the invitation with delight and pulled out a little—but, notably, still kept his entrance plugged—before shoving his cock back inside in a sharp motion.
It didn’t take that long for the pace to intensify to merciless.
“AhhfuckCartman, God I need you mmh-more, go harder, nnghah!” Kyle babbled as Eric’s feral growls and moans filled his ears. He was like an animal. If Kyle had to guess, this was probably what getting humped by a dog would feel like. The pace was faster than any human would be able to safely achieve without breaking their goddamn dick. It made sense; Eric had different anatomy and different instincts, so he had no issues fucking Kyle like an animal.
Hot, Kyle managed to think through his high of arousal.
“Mine, mine, mine… all mine… you belong to me, no one else…” Eric was growling the same phrases under his breath over and over, repeating it like a mantra, each one touting the same message: Kyle was his.
Eric’s furred crotch slapped against the skin on Kyle’s ass at the height of each thrust, but somehow, it was completely dry. Eric had done an exceptional job of keeping his cum inside of Kyle. Kyle grabbed the blankets around him tightly when Eric somehow both sped up and got rougher. How the fuck he managed that, Kyle couldn’t understand. His thrusts became frantic and jerky and Kyle had to bite down on a mouthful of blanket to stop himself from screaming as Eric leaned into his back and wrapped his arms around him, stroking his cock with both hands.
Eric filled Kyle’s insides with cum once more, but kept jerking him off, kissing his back and purring loudly. Kyle lowered his ass to thrust into Eric’s hands, and he collapsed onto them fully when he climaxed. Eric snaked his hands out from under Kyle, running them along his hips and then up to his armpits, where he grabbed Kyle’s arms and gently pulled him into his lap. He then scooted up to the top of the bed, each motion causing his cock to rub against the inside of Kyle’s hole, and let them both fall onto their sides. Eric linked his hands in front of Kyle’s stomach, and his head pressed into the back of his neck.
“Mmh… Mine…” Eric whispered, the words almost too quiet for Kyle to hear.
Kyle heard him inhale deeply and heard him start to purr intensely. He nipped lazily at Kyle’s neck, and then plunged his teeth into the most sensitive part of the area, in the dip between his collarbone and shoulder. Kyle let the soft, throbbing pain ground him, still recovering from his chain of mind-numbing orgasms.
The two once again sat in silence, the only sounds in the room Kyle’s heavy breaths and the low sucking noises from Eric as he bit Kyle’s neck. Eric stayed latched onto Kyle’s skin for a few long minutes. Kyle, finally able to think straight again, furrowed his eyebrows.
“Dude, what are you trying to do?” he asked. He was only met with Eric pulling him closer, nuzzling his face further into his neck, biting harder, and rolling his hips just a little bit to move his cock around in Kyle—not in an attempt to initiate anything, it seemed, but just because it felt nice. At some point, Eric slowly released his bite.
“Everyone’ll know you’re mine, aaall mine…” he said. He rested his chin on Kyle’s neck and let out a dramatic sigh.
He was warm and soft when pressed against Kyle’s back, almost like a living space heater, and his breathing was steady and entrancing. The filling feeling of Eric’s dick and semen inside of Kyle didn’t necessarily feel sexual to him; right now, Kyle just felt impossibly comfortable and safe and sleepy.
Is this what animals who mate for life feel like? Do raccoons mate for life? No, I’m pretty sure they don’t. So… so why does this feel so permanent, so incredible? Kyle mused.
--X--
Kyle didn’t remember falling asleep. All he knew was that he was now awakening in Eric’s bed, everything the same as it had been the night before. They were still melted together, Eric’s cock buried deep inside of Kyle, his arms tight around his waist, his chin resting on the still-sore spot between his shoulder and collarbone. Eric had also wrapped a leg around Kyle’s legs, the sides of their thighs pressed together, Eric’s foot brushing against the front of Kyle’s lower leg. The pressure felt nice.
Eric whimpered in his sleep and somehow pulled Kyle closer. Kyle reached backwards and ran his fingers through the front of Eric’s hair, trying to comfort the sleeping brunette. He was about to try to fall back asleep, the proximity to Eric’s pillowy, pudgy body making him drowsy, but he was interrupted by his phone ringing. It was still on the bed where he tossed it before he and Eric started making out, so he was able to grab it quickly.
Fuck. It was his mom. There were countless missed calls from her.
“Uh, hey, mom.”
“Kyle! Oh my goodness, are you okay?! Where are you?"
“I’m so sorry mom, I fell asleep at a friend’s house. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Yeah, fell asleep. Definitely didn’t get fucked to sleep.
“Whose house?”
“Cartman’s. My other friends were over here last night, but I guess they left after I drifted off.” A quick lie. They left a long time before Kyle fell asleep. Sheila wouldn’t know that, though.
“You’re gonna come home now, okay bubbeleh?”
“I’ll be there, but it might be a while. I… uh, I want to help clean up before I leave.” Another lie. Well, not entirely. He did have some cleaning up to do, but it wasn’t snack bags or games like his mom probably assumed.
“Aww, my responsible little man… I love you, Kyle. See you in a few minutes.”
“Love you too, mom.” Click. Kyle let out a long sigh. He didn’t want to get up. He was comfortable and content laying beside Eric in his bed.
“Do you have to go?” Eric mumbled. He probably woke up during the phone call.
“Yeah, my mom’ll freak out if I don’t,” Kyle replied. He rocked his hips a little and stretched his arms and legs, yawning.
“I don’t wanna pull out. My raccoon brain is telling me that I have to wait as long as possible to make sure we ‘breed.’”
“That’s stupid.”
“I know! But I can’t help it,” Eric whined. He kissed Kyle’s neck a few times.
“If it makes you feel any better, I don’t want you to pull out, either.”
“Fuck, Kyle. You’re so perfect,” Eric started to purr, “How the fucking fuck did I get you?”
“I honestly don’t know. What I do know is that I’m never gonna be able to get rid of you, and you won’t get rid of me either,” Kyle laughed. They were both too stubborn to let the other go. They were both jealous and possessive, creating a strong link that would be hard to break. Eric purred louder and rubbed Kyle’s waist lovingly.
“Is it too early to say I love you?” he asked. Kyle laughed.
“I wish I could say yes, but I don’t wanna be a hypocrite.”