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finally, the tension relaxed, and aditya pulled himself away, slowly, stretching his tired muscles. he was sleepy post-climax, and loath to travel the great distance home. for a moment or two, he had forgotten everything--why he was so angry in the first place, even. just a blissful moment or two. adi padded slowly up to press his muzzle against the other's cheek, eyes opening, but froze mid-kiss.

the angular face was that of alarian's. the smell painting his body from nape to cock was that of alarian's. alarian--leader of bracken sanctuary. his friend. his very good friend. alarian.

alarian. he'd just fucked alarian. no, worse--he'd fairly well forced himself onto alarian.

he stumbled backwards, eyes widening--it looked almost comical, were it not for the horror clearly etched over his face. "oh, my god," aditya croaked, shaking his head. "oh, god, alarian, no. i'm sorry. that wasn't--" his throat clenched tight with revulsion: not at alarian, but at himself, for what he'd done. for what he'd gotten his friend into. this--this didn't happen. decent beings didn't do this.

shoving down the urge to vomit, aditya tucked his tail between his legs. "i'm so sorry," he whispered, before turning away, shuffing back to morningside with a heart even heavier than it had been when he'd arrived.