House Party Voyeur

Anny smirked and stood up tall, bushy tail swishing as if to lure in a suitor with a sultry sway. Forget Rhythm. She was a roommate and nothing more. Anny was more than her on her worst day. She had more fun than the sergal. There was a great deal more fun to be had at the party and besides - she was yet to try the cocktail special of the night. What was the cocktail special? One would only know if they took a sip!

And Anny planned on taking much more than a sip.

She slammed through the kitchen door, whacking it into the wall as she flounced back into the main room. The panda's stride clacked with the point of her heels and she held her head high, uncaring that her entrance had turned a few heads. Normally, she would have adored the attention but now it was annoying, attention that she did not need. She would have their eyes on her later at a time of her choosing, she promised herself. Now, however, Anny had a bone to pick with a certain pink sergal.

Pausing, she scanned the room, which tilted and swayed sickeningly. Music pulsed against her ears and she fought down a wave of nausea that threatened to overwhelm her, bile rising in the back of her throat. Anny took a deep breath and steeled herself, forcing her stomach to stay put.

Come on, Anny, she told herself. You can handle your drink better than that.

The panda tucked a strand of blue hair behind her ear, keeping it away from her face. Rhythm was nowhere to be seen and the loss of her target sullied her mood further. Scratching an imaginary itch - where was she? - Anny paced around the room once, twice, three times, making a loop so that she could be quite sure that Rhythm was not there. She passed the strange lion twice, engaged in conversation with an older male bear, and their eyes met. The corners of the lion's lips turned down in the tiniest of frowns and he brushed a paw through his trimmed mane, feeling the tips of the hair that he kept in such fine, groomed form. Oblivious, the bear threw his head back in a laugh, the sound lost amongst cacophony. Anny slid her gaze away. The lion was not important, even if he had clocked her troubled pacing.

What would he do anyway? She snorted and tottered to the ceiling to floor windows overlooking the expansive garden. Silas let his partner sleep around with Rhythm and Rhythm let her boyfriend sleep with Silas. They were both as bad as the other to allow Terian his fantasies or whatever lies he liked to tell himself. At least she was better than that one. Anny simply did not get into a relationship if she intended to sleep around, which meant she could fuck whoever the hell she wanted to without any thought as to the consequences.

Licking her lips, she nodded smugly at her reflection, a panda staring back at her through smudged mascara. Yes, that was a much better way to go about it. Anny did not hurt anyone.

The panda smirked. Rhythm clutched a plastic cup, standing with her tail curled around her legs, beside the pool. Though her breath did not yet frost in the air with the onset of winter, she hugged her body with her free arm, fur fluffing up against the chill. Terian stood a pace or so to her right side, gesturing expressively with his paws and arms, the green markings decorating his coat glowing in the lower light. His long ears, similar to those of a rabbit, drooped and his draconian tail swung slowly, curling in midair. Anny rolled her eyes. Was there ever such a mishmash of a fur?

Outside, she had to get outside. Locating the exterior door - a set of double patio doors - after a fumble, she cast herself into the cool garden, fur ruffling up. She frowned. Perhaps a dress had not been the best garment to wear at such a chilly time, but she could not imagine attending a party in trousers. So unfeminine. Rubbing her arm and feeling a little more sober in the cool, Anny fought to focus, thoughts slipping through her mental grasp.

The panda shook her head, swatting away thoughts with a physical flick of her paw. A cougar turned his head from conversation with a female fur, whiskers twitching. He looked her up and down, but Anny turned her tail to him, eyes fixed upon Terian and Rhythm, how their bodies reacted to one another in conversation. Her skin prickled - she was being watched when she did not want to be. She wanted to be elusive, exclusive, as she slunk through the party. She shivered, hunching in on herself as cold crept up her legs, heels precarious along the edge of the pool. Anny swallowed at the notion that other furs would think her attire careless for the weather. She only desired positive attention.

She stepped into Rhythm's line of sight with her lips twisted to hold back words. Terian raised a paw to trace the curve of his horns, green eyes hazed with confusion. She hated him. And she hated the stupid designer clothes he wore, so cunningly designed to look like normal everyday wear. Musicians were the worst for wearing ripped up jeans and pretending to be common folk, just like the rest of them. Crossing her arms over her chest, Anny drew herself up to her full height, hair falling about her muzzle in a blue cascade as the breeze caught it. Her lips pressed together. Let it be wild.

"Trust you to hide out here," Anny scowled. "On the arm of your boyfriend again, I see."

Rhythm gulped and looked down at the pool, lights dancing and flickering blue-green through the water. Silas had had the right idea when he had installed lights within the pool itself, making it appear as if the water was alive with foxfire in a natural occurrence of phosphorescence. Once, on holiday, she had been lucky enough to see the phenomenon occur, but the distraction of dancing colour was exactly the opening Anny needed.

"There's nothing wrong -"

Anny lunged and grabbed Rhythm by the arm, spinning her off balance. The sergal's eyes widened and her cup flew away in an arc, spilling coloured drink across the flagstones. Her arms flailed like the panes of a windmill, fighting for balance already lost. As if in slow motion, the sergal plunged into the pool, shoulder breaking the surface in a roar of cold water. Her pink muzzle disappeared beneath the surface and clothing floated about her as she stilled for a moment, shocked by the cold.

And then Terian was there, shoving Rhythm out of the way and flattening his body to the stone paving to reach down for Rhythm, clasping the paw she thrust from the water. The sergal gasped as her muzzle rose, fur soaked through to the skin and clinging to her bedraggled form. Using his tail like an anchor, Terian stood and pulled Rhythm from the pool, drawing her from the water with surprising strength for such a lithe fur. Crouching, Rhythm coughed up water, her sides heaving like a drowned rat. Other furs crowded in, offering jackets and comfort; someone called for a hot drink, quite wisely in her time of need. Terian rounded on the panda, eyes flashing, and parted his lips to unleash the tirade that was undoubtedly coming.

The panda quailed and fled.

Stumbling in her heels, the panda shoved her way through the crowd that had gathered, elbows jabbing as she fought through. In the blink of an eye, she hurled herself into the main throng of the party and darted through a door she had not yet tried, greeted only by a blissfully empty hallway. It was there that she hid around the corner, away from immediate prying eyes, and allowed the tears to come. No one followed, though she had not expected them to come. She did not deserve to be comforted, not when she had treated her best friend and roommate so badly.

What was wrong with her? She howled into her paws, lungs shuddering for breath. It was wrong of her to push Rhythm. She gulped and sobbed in the privacy of the hallway, make-up streaming down her muzzle. Why the fuck did she drink so much? Pushing Rhythm into the pool wasn't even a funny prank - Rhythm wouldn't laugh about it later.

The panda sank to the floor and hugged her knees to her chest, crying until she had no more tears left to give. The hallway was quiet, the only sound that of her remorse and the party continuing without her. For once in her life, Anny found herself to not be the life of the party. No eyes were on her and there was no partner in her bed, no arms to wrap herself in and forget, if but for a night. She was all alone in the wide, wide world.

Well, there was one way to fix that. Strangely, the panda felt better after a good cry and she shakily staggered to her paws, removing the obtuse heels. She looped the straps over her wrist and padded barefoot down the hall, intending to find the bathroom. Anyone else would have thought her sudden change in demeanour peculiar in its immediacy but there was one thing that Anny was particularly good at: setting a wrong to write.

To do that, she had to find Rhythm and apologise. She bit her lip, wanting to run in the opposite direction, but steadied herself. Sure, it would be embarrassing to apologise. It was the right thing to do. It did not matter that Anny did not like to apologise or admit a wrong. She tried a door and found it locked; that could not be the bathroom then. She would make it up to Rhythm, absolutely, if only the sergal would forgive her.

Voices. Anny flattened herself to the wall and peered around the corner as if it would allow her to remain unnoticed if someone she did not want to speak to was there. Her blue hair stood out brashly and the panda breathed a sigh of relief, noting that only one door was open in the adjacent corridor. That was where the voices had come from, hushed whispers flittering in silken tones. She shook her head, her necklace knocking against her collarbone. How had someone gotten past her into that room? The house was a maze of interlinked hallways.

No one pounced upon her so, emboldened, Anny crept down the hallway, as quiet as a mouse in her bare paws. She should not nose, yet the temptation was too great for the panda. Perhaps it was Rhythm? Anny's ears perked. She could apologise and make things right between them if Rhythm was indeed hiding in there. Only, this time, perhaps she should not attempt to get Rhythm in bed.

Despite the severity of the situation, Anny smiled. That was a bad move but she was sure that they would laugh about that one later. How silly of her! She would tell that story to the next lad she got in the bedroom and feel him chuckle into her fur, even as he imagined the two ladies together in another bed.

Peering through the crack between the door frame and the wall, Anny froze, paw raised as if to push the door open to its full extent. The scene within was dim but clear in its explicitness, a single slanting bar of light falling across the bed.

Rhythm lay flat on her back on the bed, a fluffy towel spread beneath her body. Her fur stuck up, halfway dry, but that was not the most startling note of the scene by far. Terian knelt at the foot of the bed with his muzzle pushed between her thighs, orange hair bright in the gloom. In the dark, Anny could not tell if his eyes were closed or not as he lapped and slurped, muzzle working to give the most warming of pleasures to his partner. His tail swayed gently and her eyes followed its hypnotising path of movement, for a moment forgetting exactly who she was watching.

A moan from the sergal jerked her back to reality and Anny gulped, looking down the hall as if expecting to see another fur from the party staring her down reproachfully, caught in the act of voyeurism. No one appeared to scold her, however, and it was with a guilty twitch of her ears that the panda leaned in closer to the crack, easing her body along the wall so that only her eye was visible through the gap. Any more than that and she may be seen by those she wished to observe.

The panda growled mentally, carefully to not let the sound pass her lips. How was she supposed to apologise to Rhythm now when she was busy getting busy with her boyfriend? Anny ground her teeth together, ears flicking flat to her skull. What was the best course of action? It was not a question to ask an alcohol-fuddled head and she whimpered, drawn in by the arch of Rhythm's body as Terian's tongue dug deep, his paw on her stomach to keep her hips and cunny where he could best enjoy her sex.

Anny inhaled sharply as Rhythm twitched, fingers winding into Terian's hair. She remembered when she had last done that to a nice, masculine ram. He'd had a good muzzle on him too as he slurped her to orgasm.

The panda looked away and back again, the tip of her tail twitching without rest or respite. She should leave. It would be easy enough to return later and pretend that she had never walked in on Rhythm and Terian naked on the bed. Terian's paw crept up Rhythm's stomach to her chest, rubbing and caressing where her breasts would be. Rhythm whined, her muzzle thrown back as the duvet rumpled around her sinuous form. Anny swallowed a groan.

No, she decided, slinking into a crouch by the door. The best thing to do would be to wait until they were good and done - it was the only thing that could be done. How would she know that she would not just walk in on them later if she left and returned to apologise? Nothing could be guaranteed and embarrassment was highly likely. Licking dry lips, the panda smoothed down her hair and wiggled her hips, tail sweeping in a low arc across the carpet. Her heels sat forgotten, leaning forlornly against the skirting board.

Anny's paw eased between her thighs, pushing up the hem of her dress to tease her thigh beneath with small, soothing touches, using only her longer nails to scratch through the fur. If she thought hard enough, it was almost like the touch of a partner keen to drag her to the bedroom. Terian's tail curled around Rhythm's ankle - just the very tip of the prehensile limb - as she bucked, hips thrusting up from the bed. The scent of sex permeated the room and Anny took a deep breath, breasts heaving as her ribcage expanded.

"We should..."

Rhythm murmured, turning her muzzle away from Anny so that her words were lost. Terian grinned, a flash of white teeth in the darkness, and pulled himself up over her body, supporting himself on the palms of his paws.

"No." He kissed her nose, lips gracing hers but briefly. "Don't deny yourself what you know you want."

"But...the party..." Rhythm protested, one paw sweeping down the arch of her lover's back. "What will..."

"Never mind that, sweety."

Terian caught her lips in a deep kiss, silencing further protests. The complaints, if they could be called such, faltered beneath his touch and he pressed over her, cock rubbing against her inner thigh. He was already hard and, in a strange moment of curiosity, Anny realised that his shaft was green, easily visible even in the low light. Her eyes were used to the darkness now and she pressed her nose into the crack between the door and the frame, tail flaked out across the hallway. She would not have known if someone was approaching until they tapped her on the shoulder.

Lips locked with Rhythm's, Terian pushed his shaft into the sergal, mouth muffling her moans. His hips moved between her thighs, forcing her legs wide, and he hitched her legs up around his waist, shuddering softly as she locked them around his back like a vice. He was not 'allowed' to pull away any time soon, not until Rhythm felt him spill his seed within her. Lovemaking, to her, had become a most pleasant addiction. Terian dropped to his forearms, nuzzling in closer to his lover, body and mind willing to fulfil every wish she held in her heart. Like the pendulum of a clock, his tail swayed with every slow thrust, keeping time with his motions.

Anny jumped as her fingers met her pussy, tracing a line over underwear that she had not realised was damp with arousal. She blushed but did not halt her actions, pushing aside her thong to drive two fingers into her slick and ready cunt. Her head jerked and she almost shoved the door open inadvertently with her shoulder, only catching it in the nick of time with her other paw. Holding her breath, Anny watched as Terian's hips rolled, thrusting in deep as Rhythm's heels dug lightly into his rump and lower back.

Rhythm's paws flung back over her head as she lost herself in pleasure, letting her partner please her body as he knew best. His lips found her neck and he kissed and nibbled lightly, carefully to not let his horns bump the underside of her jaw by keeping his head tilted at an angle. His teeth just barely caught the skin beneath Rhythm's pink fur and the sergal trembled beneath him, using the leverage she had on his body to push her hips up to his, sweat dampening the fur along her sides. Though his buttocks clenched in male restraint, Terian held back, taking his cues from Rhythm. Anny could not help but be faintly impressed by his dedication. There was no hint of falsity in the sergal's moans and groans; the little squeaks she emitted whenever he thrust hard were especially endearing.

Anny rubbed her clit, biting the inside of her cheek to stay her heaving breaths. If only she was the one in there encouraging Rhythm to make those sounds. Girl on girl could be just as fun! It seemed that Terian knew more about the sergal than Anny when it came to this area, however, and she resented him for that. Stupid musician with his stupid boyfriend! Anny hissed, tail thumping the wall. The sound went unnoticed by the couple, lost in one another's embrace, and Anny worked her fingers deeper, thrusting in time with the rock of Terian's hips.

Rhythm's head snapped up, forcing Terian's muzzle back as she locked her jaw with his. Anny held her breath as she watched their tongues play between their muzzles, eyes closed against the darkness and futile intrusion of light. Even to an observer, it was clear that the sergal was close to her peak, erotic pleasure escalating with every passing second. Anny shifted her weight, paw soaked with her own juices as they dripped on to the carpet. Trembling, Rhythm arched up from the bed and wrapped her arms tightly around Terian, fingers running down his back and playing through his hair until his chest heaved for breath and his tail twitched like a feline's fluffy fifth limb.

Anny felt that she was not all that far behind the lovemaking duo, hips thrusting lightly into her own paw as she imagined a fantastical partner of imagination and lust.

Rolling, the pair switched positions, Terian landing with a thump on his back, duvet twisted beneath him. His eyes were wide as he panted open-mouthed and thrust up into Rhythm, cock spearing into her depths as he rubbed his thumb over her clit. Terian gripped her hip with his free paw, helping her ride him, as the sergal twisted and rocked towards greater heights of pleasure, orgasm reaching for her with crooked, beckoning fingers.

Terian ground his teeth together and then parted his lips in a howl that would have been more appropriate coming from a lupine fur, hips ramming up into Rhythm. His body convulsed and Anny wagered that she would have seen his balls tightening up as he ejaculated, squirming deliciously in orgasm. His tail flattened to the bed beneath his body and he squinted at Rhythm through his orgasm, reaching down to rub and stroke her clit as his cock twitched and pulsed within her.

The sergal rolled her head from one shoulder to the other, balancing on the edge of orgasm as her lover's cock sent spurt after spurt of cum into her hot pussy. Anny wondered if they were using some other kind of protection, as there were clearly no condoms involved, and was not sure which thought was hotter: Rhythm being impregnated or simply being fucked over and over by her lover without concern or worry for a next generation. Rhythm hissed and squeaked, lower jaw hanging as she tumbled head over heels into orgasm. Muscles twitched with a mind of their own and the sergal gripped Terian's paw as she bucked into his fingers, begging without words for more stimulation, enough to keep her climax going until she collapsed in a heap on top of her partner.