Commission for Vaun(something-or-other): "A Night on the Town"
This is a free commission for Vaun(something-or-other), I'm not sure what his full name is, but, Vaun, you know who you are. Anyway, Vaun Wolffe is Vaun's character, and Stitch, the (assumed) grey folf (never got full details) is Vaun's love. Anyway, here it is, enjoy.
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Vaun Wolffe was a young folf of only 15, but he had big plans to make his sixteenth birthday perfect. He was a bit oddly colored, purple with a pink stomach, with some grey on his muzzle, ears, and tail. He's had a crush on his best friend, Stitch for years. Well, tonight... The night, and Stitch, would be his.
He stood in front of his full-length mirror and fixed his hair, moving one last strand to it's perfect position.
"There, perfect. Now to just get some gel in it." he said reaching for the gel. When he turned back to the mirror and a few strands had gone out of place. "Oh, fuck it." he rubbed the top of his head furiously, messing up his hair. He looked back at the mirror, "Oh, you've got to be kidding me." he mumbled, seeing his hair looked better than when he'd tried to fix it. "Whatever." He put on his black over-shirt and left his room, closing the door behind him. He walked through his living room, gave his mom a quick goodbye, and exited the house. He looked out at the sun setting over the North Carolina horizon and sighed in contentment. He shook off his momentary relaxation, remembering what this night was really for. His best friend had gotten them fake ID cards so they could get into the hottest 18+ dance club in town; Shake. This was perfect for Vaun's plan. The club was only a few blocks away from Vaun's house, but the anticipation made his walk feel like miles. It was almost dark when he got the club, where Stitch was waiting outside. He ran up to his fellow folf, "Stitch!"
"Hey man! You ready for this? It's gonna be the shit!"
"Hell yeah! Let's go!" Vaun started running for the door
"Whoa there," Stitch took hold of Vaun's arm and pulled him back, "You're gonna need this, aren't ya'?" he handed over the fake ID.
"Oh yeah. Duh. I had a moment. Now, let's go!" Vaun took hold of Stitch's hand, causing Stitch to blush, and pulled him to the door. A large security guard was standing at the door. Being suspicious of the two boys, he spoke,
"I'm going to need to see some ID."
The boys handed over their phony identities and the guard inspected them. The likeness of the ID cards was uncanny! Lucky for the boys, they looked naturally older than their age.
"Alright, you're clear." the guard handed back the cards, which the boys quickly yanked away. "You can go in." the guard opened the door, and the boys entered.
The music boomed throughout the fur-filled room, pounding in the boys' eardrums. It gave them a headache at first, but they eventually got used to it, and made their way to the dance floor.
The music continually pounded throughout the moving crowd. Every fur, swaying, bouncing, and jumping. Some dances were well performed, some not so much. And some were very... erotic. Just like that of Vaun and Stitch. While Stitch was nervous about dancing with Vaun, Vaun had no problem getting up close and personal with his sexy folf friend. Stitch would stay back and dance in a bit of a conservative manner, while the purple folf would show off every muscle in his body, dancing, swaying, rubbing against Stitch. Vaun turned to his friend, and began removing the grey folf's tight, black shirt, which Stitch was reluctant to do, but obedient in doing such. Once the shirt was off, and on the floor, Vaun continued dancing to the loud, fast beat. He took of his own shirt, revealing his slim, well-toned figure, and presed their bodies together, pulling Stitch to him by the seat of his cargo shorts. Now in Vaun's warm, passionate embrace, Stitch began to loosen up, and just go with the music. Their bodies, pressed closely, moved in perfect sync. Vaun turned his back to Stitch, never leaving space enough for even a magazine to fit. He reached his hands back, and grabbed Stitches tight butt. Stitch blushed, but now, being much more comfortable with the situation, he slid his hand down the sexy purple folf's body, and into Vaun's shorts. Giving a small squeeze to Vaun's crotch, the two continued to move erotically to the pulsating sounds of, not only the music, but their synchronized heartbeats. Their connection to each other continually grew with each pound of the bass. Each move they made becoming more and more erotic, and arousing. Stitch, with his paw still down Vaun's shorts, felt something start to grow hard through the boxers. He adjusted his paw, and slipped it into the underwear. What he felt was a fleshy tip, poking out of a soft sheath. Vaun felt this, and blushed at the feeling of the strong paw playing with his member. Stitch continued to rub his thumb over the cock-tip, while playing with Vaun's balls, with his fingers. Vaun's cock began to grow, further and further out of the sheath, gradually, barely poking it's way out of his shorts, concealed only by Stitch's strong arm. Vaun felt something poking his butt, and giggled, "I feel that you're just about as excited as I am." he said as he winked, then licked Stitch's muzzle. Stitch simply blushed and gave a weak nod. Vaun turned to face his love, and began to speak in a very sexy, deep tone, "Don't be nervous. I felt this way for a long time. I've always had sort of a thing for you. I just wanted to wait for the right moment to do anything, and I felt that this would be perfect."
"You have? I-I..."
"You what?"
"I've felt this way too, ever since I first met you. I was always too afraid to say anything though."
"Aw!" Vaun's eyes had a bright sparkle to them. He wrapped his arms around his love's waist, and nuzzled his head into his chest. "I-I" Vaun hesitated, "I think I love you... But, I want to prove it to you." He looked up at Stitch with a hint of lust in his eyes.
"R-really? How you plan on doing that?"
"Just come with me and find out." Vaun said as he hooked his index finger underneath Stitches belt. He pulled his love, by the waist, to the empty restroom, which had three black stalls. They went to the furthest, biggest one at the end of the room, the one that's usually used for handicapped people. They opened the stall door, stepped inside, and shut and locked it. Vaun pressed his toned, furry body to Stitch's, feeling his love's every muscle tense against his own. He laid his arm on Stitch's shoulder, and wrapped his leg around his thigh, pulling them even closer, They felt their heartbeats quicken, as lust filled both their eyes, their beings. They stared passionately into one another bright blue eyes. Vaun polished his canines with his tongue. Their muzzles moved closer, until their lips were pressed together, locking them in a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues thrashed about, in each other's muzzle. The new tastes were absolutely, undeniably pleasurable. Their cocks were pressed together, each poking out of the owners shorts. Vaun, in the excitement, ripped down Stitch's, and then his own shorts. The cocks were now clearly visible, poking out of, and pressing against the both folf's boxers. Vaun pulled down his boxers, revealing his hard, 8 inch cock, and letting his furry sac hang. Stitch saw this, and a pulse of pleasure coursed through his body. He'd never been so attracted to anyone, male or female. He pulled down his own boxers, showing his own 8 inches, which were thicker than Vaun's. Vaun saw his love's throbbing member and wanted to pleasure it in any way he could. So he sank down, dragging his tongue along Stitch's body, and started lapping at the throbbing cock-tip. He slipped it into his muzzle, only the tip, and started pawing off the long shaft. His head bobbed slightly, moving against the direction of his paw. Stitch was overwhelmed with pleasure at the feeling of his cock in such a warm, wet place. He felt his balls being played with by Vaun's free paw. Vaun removed his mouth and paw from Stitch's cock, but not to his displeasure. Vaun stood up, and turned around. His only words being, "Give it to me." Stitch was shocked, but he smiled devilishly, and leaned Vaun up against the stall's wall. Vaun lifted his tail and felt the warm, wet tip press against his ring. The cock tip pressed through, stretching Vaun's tight, virgin hole. Vaun yipped at the pain, but enjoyed every second of it. The tip pushed further through, the fleshy shaft grinding against the walls of Vaun's ass. He loved feeling such a large, long thing inside him, sliding against his bowels. It was a tight fit, Stitch's cock barely fitting. But, the tightness of it, only made it all the more pleasurable. Vaun's ass was warm to Stitch's cock. He loved the slick, wet, tight feeling of it all. He began to thrust, slowly at first so as to not hurt his love too much. He began to pick up his pace, eventually thrusting to the fast beat of the muffled song he heard through the door. Vaun was leaning his head against the wall, feeling total pleasure and exhaustion. He felt the cock quickly grinding against his bowel walls, the tip hitting his prostate. He felt Stitch's balls slap against his ass. Each thrust pushing his entire body forward. He'd gotten past the pain, and, at this point, only felt pure pleasure. Stitch was feeling the exact same way. His knot had grown to it's full size. He took a short pause, then thrust his cock in as hard as he could. Vaun felt the intruder sliding, then felt an immense pain as he felt and heard the knot pop in. He yipped very loudly. Stitch couldn't move much, but he tried. His thrusts began to grow fast and erratic, completely off tempo with the beat of the song. He felt something stirring in his balls. He felt it build in the base of his cock, then shot it out, into the tight, warm space. Vaun felt the liquid shoot up his bowels, felling each warm shot. Stitch continued to shoot the warm liquid, so much so that it began leaking out of Vaun's tail hole. The last shot came out of Stitch's cock-tip, and he pulled out of Vaun without letting his knot deflate, causing Vaun to yip in pain.
"Damn, babe. You're really tight." Stitch said as he sat on the toilet lid.
"Oh yeah?" Vaun stood up straight and looked at his lover, "Why don't we test just how tight you are?"
Stitch smiled and laid back on the seat. Vaun lifted his lover's legs in the air and rested them on his shoulders, exposing the tight tail hole. Stitch's tail drooped and laid on the floor. He was too exhausted to do anything with it. Vaun licked his lips, and pressed his cock-tip against the tight, virgin hole. He rubbed it up and down, feeling the pucker against his cock-head. He pressed in, only enough to get his tip through. This caused Stitch to yip. He'd never felt any pain like this. It was amazing, intense. The feeling of getting his tail-hole spread so much by another man. Good God! Even just the thought of having another male inside him got him revved up again. With his new found energy, he reached down, and grabbed Vaun's hips. He pulled, and let out a loud yelp as he felt the long shaft grind against his ring. He felt the tip press against his prostate. He pushed and pulled Vaun's hips, moaning audibly with every push and pull. He felt Vaun using his own power, and released. Vaun continued to thrust rapidly in and out of his partner, who laid there, panting, and helpless. Vaun reached down and grabbed Stitch's cock. He knew his love was spent, but he rubbed the shaft, nevertheless, simply to add to the pleasure for both of them. Stitch felt the large cock grind against the walls of his bowels, and continually moaned with every thrust. His tongue was hanging out the side of his muzzle. As if having another male inside him was pleasurable enough, that same other male was pawing him off. The feeling was fantastic! His heart was racing, pounding twice as fast as his love was thrusting. Vaun felt his balls stirring ass they slapped against Stitch's ass. His knot had already formed. He continued to thrust, pressing his knot against the tight hole. Until it popped in, making Stitck yelp loudly in pain. Vaun continued to make small thrusts until... Climax. His warm, sticky cum started shooting from his cock-tip, into Stitch's bowels. Stitch felt the sticky substance and moaned with every shot. Vaun let loose eight shots of warm cum into Stitch's bowels before he finally finished, and popped out his knot, sliding the rest of his shaft from the tight space. Stitch felt his hole slowly, painfully tighten. He remained laying on the toilet seat, too spent to move anywhere. Vaun leaned against the wall, and slid down to sit. Vaun grabbed Stitch's drooped hand, and held it tightly. He began to speak, panting, "You were... Amazing. I've never felt anything so good."
Stitch weakly replied, "So were you. I never thought having sex with you would feel this damn great."
The two stayed, motionless for about half an hour before they get up the energy to get on their shorts, find their shirts and go home. And as they walked to Vaun's home, wrapped in each other's arms, only a few words were spoken.
"Vaun... happy birthday."
"Thanks."
"I... I love you."
They stopped to sit on a bench and watch the sun-rise.
"I love you too, Stitch."
And as the sun rose over the Carolina horizon, the two new lovers sat and watched, lost in their own worlds, in which, were only two inhabitants: them.
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And there it was. Commission for Vaun(something-or-other).
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