~Kinky times with Tqbf~

by orphan_account

Summary:

At a college frat party, you meet up with your favorite furry pinata friend. What will happen once the influence of alcohol is introduced?

Notes:

First fic, hope ya'll like it. bruh this took forever LOL

Chapter 1: Headcanons

Hey guys, (Chriss, Angel, Alice, Azure, Absalon, (why tf do you make a tiny quad a on your own) Holographic, Reee) there's quite a bit of headcanons here, and since i know most of ya'll ain't furfags i'll give you a brief summary of everyone here.

Tqbf, nazi dog, bandetto, mayhem and mischief are all music artists from lapfox. these guys really like em and i was just sorta selected for a joke fic.
(yes angel i WILL finish Absentince ONE DAY.)
Misery is a thrasher shark, and i don't have a completed image. Havoc is also a shark, dunno what kind. He's like this robotic cuntlord that looks sick.
The two of them are confirmed dating.

I do ship Mischief and Mayhem, they are also confirmed dating. Everyone here has had sexual relationships, (excluding Y/N). Bandetto and Tqbf are NOT dating however, just REALLY good friends. Yes, they still make music, I just can't work up the energy to show them making it.
Renard is a fucking chaotic bastard, fuck off, etc

The reader does have some minor issues, notably with anger and sleep. There's probably gonna be some edgy backstory because i keep thinking the reader is specifically an oc of mine, you're in college, everyone can the sex, everyone has sexual organs, there will be no knotting or heat because i really don't wanna push this into the zoophila realm, everyone has human parts. no one is an actual animal, i want to make that VERY CLEAR. 

Renard - They/Them 
Tqbf - he him? 
Misery - All pronouns leaning male
Havoc - He/Him
Reader - He/Him
Mischief - She/they (by request of our queen)
Mayhem - She/her

sorry bitches, reader ain't got no tits and he's like 5'9 (tqbf is like 5'0") LOL

Ya'll i was dragged into this please don't tease me for this-

Chapter 2: Mourning

It'd been a shitty week for you.
Exams nearly every week, leaving you with little time for anything else but studying. Your dorm is constantly messy, and microwave meals and old coffees litter your desk.
Whatever, college was going to college. It's deal with it or be left behind.

You're scared of being left behind.
If only there was someone to comfort you, if only temporarily.

 

Your alarm rings at 4 in the morning, waking you up from your slumber. A measly 2 hours of sleep, since the studying kept you up so late. Insomnia sucked ass, but you jolt of out bed, doing your best to even get out of bed.
You've got work in 30 minutes, whatever. Enough time to put on a clean enough shirt and pants, grab a cup of coffee, and clean up your fur as much as you can. Not in the mood for breakfast or hygiene, at least right now. You slip into the bathroom looking at the dirty mirror. It's you.
You can see the eyebags and the lack of life in your eyes. Your teeth are a bit yellow, and your obsidian-colored hair is flat on one side from where you slept. At least your body still looks good, even if all you've been shoving into is ramen. You drift back to a time where you had the time to work out, and talk to anyone that wasn't in a study group. You miss a lot of people, family, friends, everyone you've had to cut ties with, running away to this college so you could get back on your feet. Why did you have to be so utterly alone?

But there's no point in daydreaming. You clean yourself up as much as you can and slip into the kitchen for a quick cup of coffee.

Chapter 3

Summary:

misery cameo lessgo

"Gggggoood Morning!"
Your roommate gives you a big dumb grin, their teeth white as a cloud. Misery, your roommate was the complete opposite of his name. Bright, cheerful and sweet. He pointed to a pot of coffee on the counter.
"The coffee's already made for ya big man! How you holdin' up so far, these exams and shizz are absolutely DESTROYING me."
Of course, he doesn't exactly like you, but you can see a couple eyebags. "Thanks man. Still going strong, lol. Can't wait for the end of this though." You reply, smiling lightly.
You pour out the entire pot into a bottle, and put on your shoes, not at all excited for the new day.

[cue cut to store]

You arrive, putting on the apron and headset. The job is boring as fuck, just carrying items mindlessly into different places. It's a pain in the ass, but it's one of the only jobs available to you right now. You just go along your usual route, taking the lightest shit first and slowly moving up in weight class.
Today, you start with just crates of cereal, all offbrand. Seriously, who fucking decides to make ARABIAN cereal in New York?
Disturbing offbrand shit aside, you let your mind wander for a bit, letting your body autopilot. You immediately regret it
. You keep thinking back about what happened. It's just so surprising how fast everything fucked up. What started as a small group of friends quickly became a group of drug users and arguments, one after another. Everyone was against everyone, and it soon spread to your friends, then your family got wind of the situation. They tried so hard to help, why did you push them away and give up everything for those fuckheads? Why the fuck were you-
You'd gotten so lost in thought you crashed into someone.
Cereal boxes rain down upon the poor guy.

"Gah! Sorry about that mate, I wasn't lookin', sorry man." You ramble a bit all while shoving cereal into back into the boxes.

"It's alright! It's alright! I just needed some directions. This store is built like a fucking scp, can't find shit-"

You look down at them, and as soon as you do you notice multiple things.

It's a small pinata thing, with bright ass "fur" and a long snout. The snout's a bit bent in and there's some weird ass purple goo oozing out.

"Fuck, sorry about your snout mate, let me fix that-"

You pull out a bandaid and reach for the wound, accidentally brushing the wound with your nails.

You yank back your hand and try to apologize but instead they,

..moan?
You look at them wide eyed, as they look back at you, clearly not intending to make that noise.

There's a moment of silence before the guy breaks the ice.

"Kay, how about we don't talk about that and move the fuck on."

You just nod your head and help the guy up.

Chapter 4: The Invite

Turns out their name is TQBF, and he was a new hire here. Owner was shit as usual and didn't show him around or anything, just dropped him a list of objectives and left.

Eh, at least the guy was competent, being actually able to do shit instead of lounging around like the other workers. Of course, he's also a student at the nearby college, just looking to make some cash. He's quite a bit shorter than you, and far lighter, but he still manages to carry some of the medium boxes. Whatever, less work for you to do. He follows you around, clearly having never gotten a tour of this place. Small questions here and there, and you find him rather fun to talk to. He's high energy, but still chill enough to have a good ass conversation with you. You chat about everything and anything with this guy, despite knowing him for only a couple hours. He's understanding, with a quick tongue and just about makes you laugh at everything, from dark situations to fucking lean.

Your conversations with him are easy and smooth, like talking to someone who you’ve known your whole life. It was a nice change, even if temporary. 

The shift passes by fast, with all the boxes removed in just over 2 hours. For the rest of the shift, you talk about everything and anything.

He was adorable as shit, he had a great ass personality and funny voice. Every thing about him was perfect, and you wonder what you did to even deserve a conversation. Eventually, the two of you get closer, and start joking about more controversial shit. N word, personas, race, drugs, all the shit. Then he invites you to something.

”About the drug shit, I’m actually going to a party just fucking tomorrow. I’ll take you there and introduce you to the shitlords.”

You stop a bit and spit out a response.

”Oh shit! I’d go. Place is boring nowadays.”
“Sick, party starts at 10 or sum.”

 The clock strikes 8am, and he waves goodbye and promptly dashes off,  leaving you behind.

Chapter 5: Fun

You go to school right after the shift, and the pure fucking dopamine from that experience keeps you going for the entire day. Even if you got another exam that day, it didn’t really matter. You were finally going to burst that bubble of yours and do shit.

When you get home from school, the suns already setting. Misery is sitting at the kitchen table, eating some noodles. He gestures for you to join him at the table, and slides you a bowl.

“Woah sugarcake! You looking mighty happy today, what’s happening?” He says in between bites.
He’s genuinely curious, and is staring at you intensely.

“You would not believe this cute ass piñata I just met.”

 

You tell Misery about everything that happened today, every little conversation and detail about the lil guy. The way his eyes always looked at you when you spoke, the patterns on his fur that made you keep looking, his ears, which had a small area that was perfect for petting. His dainty body, with perfect curves and still somehow manage to carry large boxes.

Everything and anything you noticed you spill, using words you’ve never used before. Misery just smiled as you finish ranting.
“Good fudge you’re obsessed. When’s the date?~” he said teasingly, bending down to boop you lightly.
You just flinch lightly at the touch and look away.
You noticed something though.
There were multiple red marks, placed lovingly around his entire neck area. He’d worn a hoodie to cover up them, but leaning down gave them away.

You just smile and go into the shower.

Chapter 6: Intersection

You somehow manage to wake up before your alarm today.

You’re excited as shit for that party, and even if there was still nearly 14 hours left, you can’t wait.

You try pretty hard to clean up everything, your desk, bed, hair, teeth and fur. You even give your room a small makeover. You pop into the kitchen, and make some coffee, for both you and misery. You know damn well Misery is going to need it.

As always, you pop on a white tshirt and an small blue jacket. It’s cropped and there’s a nice hood on it, perfect for spring weather like this. You sigh lightly, and walk your way to the college.

 

[Arrival]

You go into the rooms, watching everyone else file in. You mindlessly fiddle with your pen before the class starts, and drift off again into a darker state of mind.

You can feel that usual wave of anxiety roll over.
It’s unnerving as usual, rushing thoughts rage and regret, passing over you all of the time.
Until he came up.

“Aye nice to see you again, Y/N.”
Your thoughts stop completely and you just begin to stare at him.
He’s got his arm over the chair leaning back and looking casual as shit. You can’t help but stare before responding with a casual “Yo.”

Class passes by as usual, albeit with a very cute furry next to you. He gives you playful nudges every once in a while and your head fuckijg soars every time. God, he made you feel like a god and a fool at the same time.

Regardless of what happens, you pass on to every other class with a slightly lighter heart. At lunch, you two manage to meet again, albeit with a few more people.

You walk towards the piñata at lunch, and he recognized you instantly.
“hey guys! This was the hot guy at work I was talking about Lmao.”
The group looked at him and collectively agreed he’d be a good friend.
There was havoc, a shark with a funny red mask and red accents on his dark fur.
There was bandetto, a squeakyfur that happened to be tqbf’s best friend.
Mayhem, another shark with beautiful long hair and a punk style.
Mischief, her girlfriend, a cute shark with glasses and a small jacket.
And Nazi dog.

All of them got along with you quick. They offered to have lunch together with you, and had glorious long conversations with all of them. They got you chicken sandwiches with extra pink sauce, and then found a nice place to eat and chill in.
It was really starting to look up for you.
If only escaping from the past was that easy.

Chapter 7: Dissonance

Lunch was a bliss, and it was a nice ass day. You learned a lot about your new friends, how they worked and their personalities. Turns out, the lot of them were gay and questioning, just like you. that was a small surprise and it was pretty nice honestly. They were really relatable, and you could already see yourself fitting in with them. You genuinely wish for you guys to be friends.

Let's all see how that goes, shall we?

 

There was only two afternoon classes you had to take, and it would leave enough time for you to get ready for whatever the hell Tqbf and the rest of em' had in store. As the professor mindlessly talks about shit that just flies right over your head. You really couldn't care less about the whole ordeal, just waiting for the clock to pass. He's not there with you this time, and leaves you feeling a bit disappointed. Nonetheless, the class passes soon enough.
As begins to trail out, you see him. That little fluffy pinata. You start to walk over, looking as casually as you can, before you notice something.

 

 

He's holding someone else and pecking them on the cheek.
It's Bandetto.

Chapter 8: Helios, Energy, Lack and Penetration

Summary:

The party begins.

You feel terrible, but and it's just making you remember all the shit you've ever hoped for.
There was still about 2 hours before the party, perhaps you could dip out?

It's fine though, right? You two can still be friends, why the fuck not. It's not like you deserved a relationship anyways.
You sigh and collapse onto your bed, willing the emotions away before being whisked off into your dreams.

It's him again. Even in your sleep, you can't escape anything. There were your old friends, waving at you and gesturing for you to join them, for a small adventure. The small doctor, with her short brown hair, talking to you about things. Your mother, with her long black hair and weary eyes, your father's intelligence, and the way he helped you with everything. And of course, Tqbf, holding someone else in hand. That person looks an awful lot like everyone you've ever wished hell upon...

With that you wake up. An hour already passed, leaving you with a good enough amount of time to prepare.

Prepare for what?

 

Fuck it, we're going.

 

You comb your hair, fluffing it up to your preferred spiked state, and cover it in hairspray. You decide your fur is clean enough, but you do want to brush your teeth and wash up your face. You put on your sleeveless hoodie and a good pair of pants before going over to Misery's room.

You knock lightly and call for him, before stepping back, hearing the guy crash out of something and scramble towards the door.

The door busts open revealing a very sweaty Misery. His whole face is blushed and you can't help but wonder about what the guy was doing in there. Who's he got to impress so badly?

Regardless you ask him for the motorcycle, explaining the party.

"Yikes man, can't give it to you right now but I can drop you off? Gotta go somewhere in about 30 minutes."
"Fine with me, just drop me off at 90th."
His eyes mildly bug out.
"Wait, you going to a party or something? I gotta go there too."
You nod and watch as his face becomes even more flustered.
"O-oh! I'll be happy to drop you off sugarcake." He says sheepishly.
You chuckle lightly and say that you'll be waiting.

 

After a few minutes of watching Misery take care of his fur and teeth, you're ready to go.
He picks you up and plops you onto the motorbike before stepping in himself and blasting off.
The wind is crisp tonight and feels good as it blows past your fur. It's going to be a very quick ride, 20 minutes max. You wonder about how the shit's gonna go, with everything going on. But you've been trapped in your little bubble for too long. It's time you learn to step out.

 

20 minutes pass like a breeze, and Misery's already halfway inside the place before you even get off the motor cycle. He's practically running inside past the doors, and you have no choice but to follow him.

It's not long before he goes off into a room and crashes into the arms of...
Havoc?
The two of them are already fucking making out, pushing themselves into the corner.
There goes your plan of hanging around the two of them.
You instead go to the center of the room, deciding to get a drink or two, to steel your nerves. Instead, you get a cigarette to the face. A bright paw is handing you one, one already stuffed into his mouth.
It's him again.
Your heart leaps at the sight of the guy, but you just accept it and light it.
The first inhale makes you feel great already, the nicotine flowing down your throat. Sure, it's not like acid or anything else that could get you high, but it's a nice change of pace considering how long you've been clean.
You try to say thanks, but the little guy is already gone.

With smoke in hand, you begin to0 wander, listening to the loud music blasting. You see Mischief and Mayhem together, rutting as they continually get drunker and drunker. You decide to let them have their own heated moment and instead order a drink. Just to start off.

You take the blue drink and turn around to massive amounts of moaning.
It's your "friend" group, Misery getting pounded into the couch by the your friend, havoc. It's a little mesmerizing hearing Misery choke on his own words and the way Havoc's face is srunched up with determination.
Mayhem and Mischief are grinding into each other, breasts touching and reaching towards each other's clit and rubbing hard. It's so clear that they're all drunk as hell.
But you don't see Tqbf.
You just assume he's with Bandetto and try to move along with a heavy heart.

But he taps you on your shoulder.

He's clearly drunk, face red and posture wobbly.
He leans heavily on you for support, and reaches up to cup your cheek.

"Please."

He grinds into you, and you can't help but thrust forward.

Chapter 9: Bliss

Summary:

minor warnings

- becoming based
-HEAVY sexual implications
-tqbf gives the gOOD gluck gluck

He dragged you into a room off to the side.
There's a small bed and he practically throws the two of you onto the bed and tries pulling down your pants, clearly VERY horny.

You don't stop him.

 

Your member's out and ready very soon, and he gladly begins to suck, using his paws everywhere his mouth can't reach.
It's fucking bliss.
You gladly reach for his head and began to faceful him, matching the thrusts to his movement.
You can't help it, and gladly reach bust that load into his mouth.

Without missing a beat, he jumps up into your lap, and begins grinding against you, huffing and clearly asking for consent.
You give him a small nod and he begins to lower himself onto you.





























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You thought.

 

 

Do The Impossible
See The Invisible
Raw! Raw!
Fight The Power!

Touch The Untouchable
Break The Unbreakable
Raw! Raw!
Fight The Power!

What You Gonna Do Is What You Wanna Do
Just Break The Rule, And You See The Truth
This Is The Theme Of G Coming Through Baby!
Raw! Raw!
Fight The Power!

Power To The Peeps, Power To The Dream
Still Missing Piece Scattering, So Incomplete
We Be The Most Incredible Soldier From Underground
See How Easy, We All Fall Down
Digging To The Core To See The Light
Let's Get Out Of Here Babe, That's The Way To Survive
Top Of The Head, I'm On The Set
Do The Impossible, Don't You Wanna Bet?
Cuz, Alot Of Things Changed, We Be Waiting In Vain

If You Wanna Get By, No Pain No Gain
Wow! Fakers Wanna Test Me Again
(Damn! Suckers Wanna Test Me Again)
Sorry, My Rhyme's Gonna Snatch Your Brain
I'm So Sorry For The Straight Up Skills
(I'm Still Starving For The Straight Up Shit)
We Gonna Make It Happen With The Crazy Rap Skill (Shit)
Get Ready To Rumble, Now Is The Time
Uh Huh, This Ain't No Nap, You Know
(Good Luck Fellows! Ha Ha)
Do The Impossible
See The Invisible
Raw! Raw!
Fight The Power!

Touch The Untouchable
Break The Unbreakable
Raw! Raw!
Fight The Power!

What You Gonna Do Is What You Wanna Do
Just Break The Rule, And You See The Truth
This Is The Theme Of G Coming Through Baby!
Raw! Raw!
Fight The Power!
2Nd Verse Dedicates To The Real Peeps
What We Got To Say Is So Real Thing
(What We Got To Say Is Damn Real Thing)
Cuz, Revolution Ain't Never Gonna Televise
Kicking The Mad Flow, Microphone Phenotype
(Kicking The Dope Shit, Microphone Phenotype)
Open Your Third Eye, Seeing Through The Overground
I'm About To Hit You With The Scream From The Underground
Whole City Is Covered With The Cyber Flavor
G Is In Your Area, One Of The Toughest Enigma

Do The Impossible
See The Invisible
Raw! Raw!
Fight The Power!

Touch The Untouchable
Break The Unbreakable
Raw! Raw!
Fight The Power!