Colors
Warning (because there has to be one): This story contains consensual homosexual acts between two furs. If you're underage or dont like, you know what to do, and if not, im pretty sure you know what to do too ;) Enjoy!
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Colors
Green are the eyes that follow him,
One fox in a crowd of many furs,
As the dance floor spins and twirls about him.
When blue is his soul,
The blue of sadness,
He dances to be rid of it.
The music is his stencil
The dance floor his canvas
His snow-white body the brush,
Instrument of his expression.
Black are the paws that snake around his waist,
Sudden and unexpected.
Brown uncertainty shrouds his mind
And is replaced by violet serenity
As their bodies mesh.
The feline, black as night,
But with a whiteness of manner
Belying his sooty exterior.
He is tall and firm
But pink-sensual and playful within.
Red are the cheeks that blush
As the watcher makes his first move,
Swaying their hips in unison.
And red-hotter still are the cloth-bound secrets
Which pulsate quite powerfully,
But not to the beat of the music.
Sensation recognized but not resisted.
Fate, it seems,
Yellow as the cheerful sun,
Has brought them together.
Gray is the voice of the panther,
Not bold, but firm and deep,
And smooth, like poured cement.
He whispers in the white-furred ear,
"Sorry, but I couldn't very well resist you..."
And the fox's blush turns scarlet.
He melts in the strong arms,
An island of white in a sea of black,
And the steady beat marks the tempo
Of their dance-made-seduction.
Orange is their excitement,
As they twist and grind and intertwine.
The fox, once soft pink shyness,
Now green-bold and forthcoming.
"Aren't you going to even ask my name?"
"I was waiting for the right moment."
A flash of deep pink
As the panther's tongue pokes out playfully.
"I'm Jeremy, to whom do I owe the pleasure?"
"They call me Ray."
The panther smirks, "They?"
"Everyone I know, or that I desire to know better..."
An invitation well recognized.
Silver is the sparkle in the panther's eye;
The fox is utterly lost in its brilliance.
Jeremy smiles at his sky-blue, entranced visage.
They twirl and twist and turn,
Star-struck polar opposites.
Each attracts like a magnet to the other.
They careen like planets,
Collide like Martian asteroids,
In an endless dance of gravity and friction.
But earthly dances must at some point end,
And the pair gravitates toward the dance floor's edge,
Their orange frenzy turned lavender.
White is the hand of the cute little fox
Towing Jeremy past the bar.
And peach is the laughter in the feline's mind
At the sight of such diminutive energy.
His plan to offer the fox a drink has been thwarted,
But this aquamarine spirit he has awakened
Leads him onward and upward
To better, more devious things.
He admires the leather-clad rear,
The pure white-soft snowy tail,
That sways so seductively in front of him
As he is led up the stairs,
Away from the tumultuous profusion of bodies.
Pink are the soft tongues that wrestle
One smooth like chocolate pudding,
The other like gentle sandpaper.
As the door closes with a dull, solid "thunk,"
Ray, shedding fully his white pretenses of innocence,
(And his sepia-brown pants not long after)
Makes known his red-lustful intentions;
Fondling the panther's heavy package,
Watching his sparkling eyes glaze,
And reveling in the rush of their proximity.
White and black combining to form
The perfect shade of grey.
Jeremy is reduced to a mewling kitten,
Helpless beneath the probing ministrations,
But not for long.
Midnight black are the strong arms that lift
And deposit the fox on the cushioned bed;
The arms that disrobe the panther's form,
Exposing his sculpted chest and thighs
And the throbbing maleness between;
As Ray looks on, panting with red-orange expectation,
Corrupted whiteness contrasted
By his black member, that swings so lewdly
Beneath the lifted bottlebrush tail.
A tail that twitches erratically
In lime-green excitement
With a life of its own.
Turquoise is the cool sensation
Of lubricant-slick fingers,
Rubbing, pressing forward in hasty preparation.
Ray growls, pushes back
Against the teasing coal-black digits,
Not satisfied to wait any longer
For his deep purple fulfillment.
It comes suddenly, at long last.
Jeremy surges forward,
A black tidal wave of power,
Inundating Ray in a flurry of sensations;
Stretching him deliciously wide open.
He yips loudly from the pure-white pleasure,
Punctuating Jeremy's scarlet moan.
Sugar-white and jet-black are the hips that collide,
Green and wild in their reckless abandon.
The pace is quick, the pink tongues loll
From busy maws that whisper nonsense
And exclamations of yellowest ecstasy:
"Oh, Ray!... mrrrrowl.... "
"Yes, oh Jeremy, god YESSSS!"
The heavy violet smack of balls
The sharp orange yips
And deep blue purring
Painting a dynamic landscape of sound;
A crescendo that builds
To an inevitable climax of dark mauve.
Red-orange-yellow-green-blue-purple
Are the sensations that breach the proverbial dam,
A kaleidoscope of noise and emotions
That flashes before their unfocused eyes.
Multicolored bliss that steals away thought
In a blue-wet and red-molten haze,
Whining, purring, growling and heated yips
The unheeded soundtrack to their lovemaking.
As the fox gains a fresh internal coat of white,
Gift of the panther long desired,
He outlines a lust-inspired portrait,
Similarly in white,
On the plaid bed-canvas below.
Sky-blue are the eyes that close
As the spent fox spoons with his chosen lover.
Blue satisfaction descends,
Serenity in the wake of the storm;
Safety ensured by the dark arms that encircle him.
Jeremy, the contented panther murmurs:
"I could stay with you forever,
Ray, the fox I love."
Ray smiles, his thoughts pure lavender:
"Forever and always..."
They snuggle closer
As the whole world fades to black.