Needs
_A commission by DraekoSilver.
Am thinking about doing a furry novel, but I'd need a native speaker for language and spell-checking._
George was a hard working raccoon, to say the least. Five days a week he drives to that huge office building, wearing the white cloak and handling dangerous chemicals that would be fatal in the paws of less qualified men.
Ever since he had left college he had dreamt of working in a chemical company, working to make the world a better place. On his to-do-list were dozens of inventions like curing cancer and several fatal STDs, but then reality hit him hard.
That handling chemicals was not like they had shown it on TV. It was boring, but that was okay. Actually, the more boring the work the bigger the feeling of success whenever things actually moved forward. Or the feeling of gladness at five o'clock, when he could drop the coat and drive home.
"Learn to drive, you fucking moron!" he yelled at the car next to him.
He'd never guessed working as a studied chemist would mean he's sitting in a lab, smearing substances on tiles and watching them dissolving grade A standard dirt, bathroom type C. Six hours a day, five days a week.
Also he had to find out he was not the guy for promotions or praises. Or even salary raises. And this very day, yes, this very was the worst of them all.
It had started with someone exchanging the coffee sweetener for a experimental laxative compound. Those things can happen, the boss said. Of course, George had gone for pure, strong, black coffee years ago, but suddenly most of his lab assistant colleagues were busy in the restrooms, leaving their work for him. Some cynical signed the incident off a proof the laxative was ready to market.
So they had cut off his lunch break, just to show him gratitude for being such a hard working Raccoon. They had promoted Leonard, too, that lazy bum. Younger, better looking, of course, and can wriggle himself out of any situation. Last week the entire staff had been standing in the rain because that idiot had set off the fire alert, and he'd got promoted for it!
"Get off the street, prick!"
That's what you get for always doing as you were told. A pay cheque served with a swift kick in the tail.
And as he had gotten out of office today, he'd noticed a huge dent on the side door. It had not been there in the morning. George checked his car often and thoroughly. His car was his hobby, the thing that balanced it all out, somehow. And now it had an ugly dent in the door, surely inflicted by that lazy bum Leonard. That is just what that fox would do, run off from responsibilities.
He braked hard on the drive way and rummaged the glove compartment for the garage remote. Of course, as the day went, it was not there. And if it had been there, it wouldn't have worked. It's one of those days.
The raccoon slammed the door shut. At least the keys were working. He'd need an entire weekend off, just him and his car, to forget all the crap that happened today. There's an opportunity to learn how to work dents out of metal. It's like meditation.
With a sigh he dropped the suitcase to the floor and went left, to the living room. And there, on the small TV table, was a glass of beer, foaming lager. He smiled. "Oh, honey, just what I needed," he said and sat down.
As he sipped, his wife, Mary, stepped out of the kitchen and leaned against the door frame, leaning her arms and watching him, her lips pressed. "Ain't it just," she said.
George looked up at the raccoon woman. "You won't believe the day I just had," he said and took another sip. A nice, cool lager, served in a mug, just as he loved it. Why did he have such a weird feeling on the tongue?
"Oh, why don't you tell me about it, then, dearest one," she said in a voice, sweet as a poisoned apple pie. She made her tail swish around her legs.
"It all started with the coffee sweetener, someone actually... is everything all right, honey?" He tasted the beer again. He had washed his paws thoroughly, right? He always did, work policy.
"Why wouldn't it?" she emoted.
"You seem so... tense."
She swished her long, ringed tail. "I just hope you're fine."
George sipped another time. "I'll be honey, yes, thanks."
"There's just... this man, you know?"
The raccoon's ears perked. "What?"
"Yeah that man, that promised me to get off work for a day," she began. "You know, that man that told he will go out to that fish restaurant."
"Oh sh-"
"That guy that told me to have fancy lunch at our anniversary!" she yelled.
George stood up and started stuttering. "Listen, honey, I- I just had so much to do and it's been very stressful and I just need-"
"Need? What you need?" she shouted. "Fuck, what you need!" She slammed her fist against the wall. "And what about I need?"
"Listen, I work hard for this house and the food and the car! Damn it!"
"Oh yes? A woman has other needs, George! A woman wants her husband around, for a change. You love your fucking car more than you love me!"
"That is not true! I love you!" he shouted.
"So? Then why don't you care what I need? Why can't you even remember when we got fucking married?"
George stared on the floor. Arguing always made him feel a bit dizzy. This time more so. And his tongue... He looked at the beer. "Honey, have you been at my special cabinet...?"
Mary looked at her nails, trying to look uninterested, as her husband suddenly slumped over and hit the floor with a loud thumping noise.
"Why, yes, thank you for noticing," she said.
As George woke up, he had to notice several things, in order. He was lying, on his stomach, on a mattress. The bed. His mind was full of a pink mist, blending over his thoughts. And he felt as if he had his tail in his mouth.
When he tried to move, he noticed the next thing: He was tied. He turned his head left and right. His wrists were tied to the bedposts, his ankles tied to the bed itself, spreading his legs apart. Even his tail was tied to something he could not see, lifting it up. And he was naked.
"Ah, so you're up already," he heard the voice of his wife say behind him.
"Hrmfl!" he said. It was not his fur, it was some cloth, right in his muzzle. "Hrmm! Hm!"
He felt a kiss on his back. "I told you I have other needs. So relax," she mused, smirking.
Something slippery and wet touched his bottom. A cold finger traced between the cheeks, very slowly and carefully entering his tail hole. He clenched his eyes at the mixed emotions. Mostly it was a tugging pain, and yet...
The finger retreated. A slippery paw touched him at his crotch. the well lubed palm closed around his penis, as he noticed it filling with blood, growing. With a shock he realised hoe much he was being turned on.
"Hrmphlm," he remarked as his penis was fully hard. What was on her mind?
"I knew you'd forget. You owe me, George. I had so many fantasies about this, when I was a girl, but I knew you'd never agree to it. But tell you what, you might like it."
He felt her sitting up on the bed, behind him. "Brace yourself. I added lots of lube."
That was the moment he felt something icy cold touch him right under the tail. He clenched his eyes as the hard thing touched his tail hole. Then it entered him, very slowly.
"Arrmph," he exclaimed, tears in his eyes.
His wife moaned a bit as she pushed the strap on deeper into her husband. Then she stopped. "It hurt me too, when you did it with me the first time. It will fade."
He started breathing heavily. It felt so weird, this stretching pain. But it went in easier as he might have expected, if he had been expecting it all.
"Tell me when I can go on," she said, lust in her voice.
After some eternal minutes, he slowly nodded. Mary grinned. He had bought this strap-on years ago, but never had worked up the nerve to ask him. It was not too big, similar to his husband's size, and had a tiny lever that pressed against her sensitive parts whenever she moved it. It was an intense feeling, being inside her husband like that.
She pulled out slowly and then back in. George moaned into the gag. The pain was fading, making place for something else, a whole new sensation. Not only he felt turned on heavily by that thing rubbing his insides, he actually felt a stimulation.
His wife also closed her eyes. She carefully pushed in and out, just getting a little bit faster with every move. Herself, she had always had a thing for the anal sex, and even if he did not like it, it would maybe have him feel a bit of sympathy about it.
They both groaned at passion and lust. George felt new emotions build up in him. He moaned them out, but he needed more of it. With every thrust, he got closer to a whole new experience...
Mary now thrust so fast she started sweating, her arms left and right to his shoulders, above his back. She pounded hard into him, all restraints forgotten, feeling the strap pressing against her clitoris directly.
The bed creaked and two voices screamed out at the same moment. The raccoons came together, differently, but with the same emotions. George spurted out a huge amount of semen on the bedsheets, his mind flooded by an orgasm he had never felt before.
Likewise his wife felt a climax in a new way. She stopped her movements, panting. After some minutes, she pulled out of him, unfastened the strap-on and lay down next to her husband, exhausted, but happy. After she removed the belt, she started rubbing her dripping wet crotch with one paw.
George felt himself being released. His butt was sore, but he felt exhausted and... satisfied. He actually had enjoyed it, and he would do it again. This came as a shock to himself. He turned to his wife.
She embraced him, pressing her wet crotch against his softening maleness. "And?" she asked.
"That was... wow..."
She kissed him. "Then we can work on some other of my wifely needs in a bit."
He chuckled, looking at her. "Honey?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you," he said, smiling.
"I love you too."