Unexpected, Undeserved ~ Teaser
3 chapters into my next long-format story like A Taste Of Something Else and Wander, and since it's still gonna be a while 'til I'm at the point where I'm comfortable with regular uploads, I thought it'd be fun to put out a lil teaser for yall!
I've had this idea in the works since around when I started wrapping Wander up - it's a bit closer to my heart, and I also think it'll help fill a very empty void in the area of contemporary furry romance. Look around and 80% of the stories in that area are the usual "boy who thinks he's straight discovers, oh no! he's falling in love with another boy, and must deal with the social and emotional consequences" (seriously, have you looked at the synopses for Kyell Gold's stuff?)
But what about stories about a guy who's certain he's strictly gay, and then finds himself stumbling head over heels for a lady? It can come as equally potent a surprise, or even more of one. You build yourself up in your identity and wrap that around you so it's a big pillar of support, and then suddenly one thing changes, or you try something new, and all of that unravels.
I'm planning for this story to have a much stronger focus on sex (thus, the tags here) than either Taste or Wander, since that part's pretty important to the plot and development. I'm also trying to make the "bad guy" of the story more believable and realistic and less of a William or a Tyler. Abusive relationships pop up often in my stuff, you've probably realized.
Well, guess what. =)
"Unexpected, Undeserved" will follow the African wild dog Eli in his developing friendship with Lynn, the charismatic and inexplicably attractive striped hyena lady he bumps into at a music shop one day. Eli's had an on-again, off-again relationship with his high school boyfriend, a fox named Marlin, for the past six years: Marlin is basically all he knows of love and sex, and Eli's not really eager to step out of that familiar comfort zone. But that just isn't the way love works, is it? As time passes, he comes to realize that he deeply enjoys spending time with Lynn, and there are a few things about her that really make him stop and think - and soon he comes to a realization, as someone who's always identified as strictly gay, that doesn't quite make sense. Lynn, meanwhile, thinks Eli's hot and wants what he's got between his legs basically from day one, and the one thing keeping her going after he tells her that he's gay is that it's very obvious he's crushing on her. Poor boy shows all the signs three hundred percent, and yet doesn't realize it himself. Thing is, though, the interest isn't one-sided: Lynn has had more than her fair share of shitty relationships and bad boyfriends, and honestly, she's not really looking to get involved in that way again.
But again: love just doesn't work like that.
Keep an eye out ;3Patreons already get access to those first 3 chapters for as low as $5 a month, and are helping flesh out the details for what's to come!
The wild dog continued looking up at the darkened ceiling of his room, eyes trying to fix onto the slowly-rotating blades of the fan. His tailhole ached a little bit from the pounding Marlin had given it the previous night; he knew by now that it wasn't _supposed_to be sure after sex done right, but sometimes the fox just got a bit eager. Sometimes the wild dog did, too. The latter had happened here.
You know, Eli,_Marlin had said to him, leaning back on his elbows. _I really like it when you take control like this. Real nice and easy for me to just lie back and... and then that sweet, rumbling growl in his throat, the same he always gave when Eli's paws clamped down on his shoulders and he started to press his rump back on the vulpine's hard cock. Sometimes he like riding him low and deep, pressing his tailhole against the lip of Marlin's sheath and pushing back further, working the slight bulge of his knot until it swelled out and locked inside of him, then pushing and pulling further until he could work that in and out of his backside with relative ease.
That had also happened this time. Hell, one of his paws wandered down his bare body beneath the blankets and between his legs, to curl a pair of fingers and thumb around his own sheath, lift it away from his belly, roll back a little bit so he could touch a pad against the soft, slick tip of his slowly-growing cock... he had to see Marlin at least once a week. Had to, or else he might go crazy. Six years of sex almost exclusively with the same one person could do that to a guy, especially when Marlin had been his only relationship in that period of time.
Well... 'only' being taken fairly liberally. Eli still liked to count it as 'only' even though the two had gotten together and broken up about four times now, and he still eagerly awaited the day that Marlin would ask him about it again. The fox wasn't _objectively_a bad person, of course; he wasn't a nasty ex in a romance novel for the sole purpose of giving the reader someone to hate, and to direct their attention more fully on the "real" interest. Eli thought he had one of those, too, but that was something that he was... less confident about.
Marlin was just a bit - difficult. That might be the right word. Very much a solid stone pillar in his ways, a dense obelisk of sandstone jutting up from a slow river. Eli might as well be that river, trying to carve and push and lean, but it could be so hard to see his influences; still, though, every time he distanced himself from the damn fox, he found himself going back within a month. It just felt odd to not have Marlin's name at the top of the Recent tab in his phone messages; it felt odd to not have "I love you" on his lips so often; it felt _really_odd not to have six inches of wet heat and thick desire buried under his tail, sometimes enough to put a visible bulge in his lower belly with each thrust.
That was a big part of it, of course. Eli hooked his thumb around the back of his sheath, pulling it down a little further, and let his fingers wrap around his sack to squeeze and caress there. Nobody else felt quite as right as Marlin, even if half of their meetings ended in Eli leaving the fox's apartment in a huff different from the type he'd arrived in, and with the door slamming shut behind him. Made him angry about as quickly and as easily as he could make him cum.
Easy to forgive him for that, though, partially out of habit and partially because Marlin was in a bit of a tough position, between being fired from both his jobs and having to balance that on top of his school career that he never seemed to make any progress in. So he could give him a break there. And, honestly, some of their best sessions came from when Marlin had just gotten home from a double-shift, pent up and frustrated...
...which usually led to Eli's muzzle held sideways down against the pillow, a paw clamped along the side of his face and another keeping his rump spread, while that knot pounded against him. Marlin hardly ever paid attention to the wild dog in those instances, not like it mattered: when he really put his weight onto Eli and pushed him down further, when he squeezed the larger wild dog between soft mattress and firm, muscled fox belly, the squeezing and grinding and rubbing ended up making him dig his own claws into the cloth and alternate between bucking back against the knot trying to stretch him wide, and thrusting forward against the blankets soaked with pre, saliva that rolled down from his tailhole and the back of his sack, lube, or all three, and end up adding his own load to that mix.
Eli stretched his other arm up behind his bed and squirmed a little bit, bringing his fingers back up to continue coaxing his length out of his sheath. Last time he'd done that - God, Eli had been unable to stand up without holding onto something for a full three hours afterwards. He hadn't _planned_to spend the night there, but that's what happened, and of course that led to him getting that knot stuck inside of him again before Marlin had to leave for work the next morning.
Not to say that he didn't miss everything else that came from being together, of course. Eli wanted to handholding, and the neck-nuzzles, and the kissing - lips to lips as well as the lips to tailhole, and lips to sheath that they already shared; Marlin had a weird thing about "kisses on the lips belong only to mates", or something like that. That was one among countless more arbitrary ideas and rules that Eli learned to just ignore, around their second or third time trying at being boyfriends.
The one thing that kept his hopes up was that Marlin seemed to show no active interest in pursuing anything with anyone else. He might not return Eli's displayed affections these days, but he certainly didn't back down from them either - especially when a nuzzle to the cheek and kiss to the neck turned to a longer string of kisses down his chest and belly, to a nose buried in the thick pubic fur behind his sheath, to a tongue digging and wriggling down into that sheath.
The wild dog shivered, then tossed the sheets back and closed his paw around his cock again. If he tried really hard, he could still pick out the fox's musk on his upper lip from the night before: strong, pungent, sharp, not unpleasant in the slightest. The kind of scent that seemed almost to hypnotize him when he buried his nose in its source and drank it down as if it were a thick, sticky liquid.
What would Lynn think about that, though? That slowed his paw a little bit, and he opened his eyes to look again at the ceiling fan as it turned overhead. At this point Eli could not reasonably deny that she... that she_did_ something to him, frankly. From the first day he'd run into her at the music shop, from when she'd first given him that bright hyena grin, from when she'd first wrapped her arms around him in a hug. She'd ignited this odd little flame in his chest, near the center and off to the side a bit, warm and tingling like a flower blossom swaying under a light breeze.
When she hugged him, she had to lean over a bit. The first time her... carriage had pressed against his chest like that, he'd felt his ears grow hot and he didn't know what to do about it. Then it happened again, and again, and it seemed as if she_wanted_ him to lean back into the embrace, and to let his muzzle wander a bit.
He let out a light scoff and let his paw drift down to the base of his length, to toy with the lip of his sheath beneath a fingerpad. He'd been so stupid those first few weeks. Lynn was smart; striped hyenas often knew what was going on a lot better than you'd give them credit for. Her especially with those bright multifaceted eyes, blue in one light, grey in another, warm amber flecked with gold in yet another. Sometimes he'd say something and her expression would change, almost imperceptibly so, but it was there. Maybe she'd been doing that the whole time, and he just had never noticed until recently.
Hard to place her exact interest and intentions with him, maybe harder than it was to place his own with her: after all, Eli was fully, strictly gay, as he had been since sophomore year of high school. Key word there being the "was" - now, he wasn't so sure. His grip tightened around his length again, and his back arched a little bit under a smooth stroke towards his tip, then back down to push his sheath a little further back. Of course he'd been nervous the first time Lynn invited him over to her place, but that was just to hang out a bit.
And then she invited him over again, late one night before she had to leave town in the morning. And she'd left him with a whole swathe of new feelings bumbling and burbling in his head and chest, feelings that he tried to avoid thinking about because they made him a little uncomfortable, and confused him. Never before had he actually _thought_about a woman's breasts, but...
His eyes drifted shut again, and there they were as they had been that night, Lynn's muzzle obscured as she tugged her shirt over her head. Heavy, firm, plump, completely bare - was it odd for a woman to go without a bra? Eli had never spoken to any of his lady friends about that before. He'd found his gaze glued there, and couldn't look away before her gemstone eyes caught his again. She'd done it on purpose, probably, just electing to change into her pajamas in front of him, but when she caught him looking... there was another tweak to her smile, a glimmer in her eyes, and then her paw was on his wrist, and his paw was squeezing around one of those breasts.
So, so warm, softer than he'd expected. They only looked firm, apparently. Again with the burning in his ears and cheeks, and then Lynn was turning his paw to give him a real handful; and then her other was on his shoulder, pushing him back towards the bed; and then that first was making its way up his chest beneath his shirt and then down towards the waistband of his pants, short-trimmed claws tracing and touching at skin through short fur. It took him quite a while to realize she was no longer holding his paw against her chest.
The dog gritted his teeth as he pawed himself, lifting his hips up into the motion just as he'd done later that night. If he intentionally switched his focus, he could still remember scent hovering off of her then, as she leaned over him and pressed him between her body and the bed - slight floral touch of perfume, heavier, bolder spice of a hyena's natural scent, and then something else totally foreign to him. A mix that scent sweet shivers down his spine, and ignited a similar bubbling flame in his abdomen.
"Do you wanna?"_she'd asked him, eyes resting on his muzzle, pierced triangular ears upright yet relaxed. On any other occasion, with _any_other woman, it would have been an easy answer. This one had come with difficulty, not because he was unsure, but rather because he almost couldn't _believe himself.
It felt like how he'd been a stoic advocate against mayonnaise throughout his entire puppyhood, then had a cheesesteak his senior year of high school and discovered he loved it. Flood of embarrassment from being so vocal, recognition and shame that he might've been wrong the whole time while never doing anything to reinforce his claim, and then... the discovery.
A simple "yeah", riding out on a breath shivering from both nervousness and anticipation, and then those sharp hyena teeth settled lightly into his shoulder and he found his pants and underwear tugged halfway down his thighs. When her paw first wrapped around his length, already half-hard for God knows what reason, and drew up towards his tip... like a live wire had been touched to the base of his tail, shooting him upright, tightening every muscle in his body and then allowing each to relax all at once.
But, God, her scent - the striped hyena dwarfed Eli much the same that he dwarfed Marlin, by a good head's height. Being so close to her like that had done wonders for him, allowing him to thrust up into her paw and grit his teeth beneath the rolling pleasure of her stroking, all within seconds. Maybe it was the self-imposed taboo of being with a woman like that, something he'd neither expected nor necessarily wanted to happen, but... there it was.
And he'd loved it. The wild dog slid his other paw down to squeeze his sack, just as Lynn had done to him once she removed her teeth from his shoulder; she touched him lightly, carefully, not at all like the few times Marlin did. She pressed her nose into the fur of his neck, traced down along his ribs, looked up at him, drew a deep breath of his scent... and when her tongue first drew up across sensitive flesh, she watched his muzzle to make sure she treated him right. Not at all like Marlin.
Feeling her lips around his shaft, her nose against his belly, the way she cupped his cock with her tongue... Eli rolled his balls over his fingers for a few seconds longer before he returned that paw to his muzzle, partially to give himself something to bite onto and partially so he could pretend that his own scent was hers, floating lightly on the air, tickling at his nose and sharpening his arousal. Lynn had gone slowly on him, diving down until the bulge of his knot kissed against her lips and the tapered tip of his cock pressed into the back of her throat, then coming back up so that only that tip remained for her tongue to dance across, and then back down again. One finger and thumb wrapped around under the base of his knot, then a second finger, and a third, tugging forward and up in rhythm with the thrusting that his body started of its own accord.
He could remember reaching down, hesitating, bringing his arm back up, hesitating again, then lowering it again to entwine his fingers in the mane that rose up along the back of her head and drew an unsteady line down her back, eventually disappearing beneath her pants and then popping back up at the base of her tail. He could remember his eyes drifting shut like this, could remember bracing his footpaws against the floor, could remember tensing up all over for a completely different reason; he could very well remember the pitch and length of the moan she'd drawn out of him, simply because it had embarrassed him so much.
Eli swallowed and adjusted his grip on himself, pushing his paw a little further down with each stroke, tightening his fingers just a little more. The striped hyena had tugged on his knot with each spurt, muzzle as far down as that fat bulge would allow her to go, with her tongue squeezing his hard length up against the roof of her mouth even as he emptied himself.
Then - he swallowed again - before he'd gotten the chance to slow his racing heart and catch his breath, she'd risen up from where she knelt on the floor. So many things happened at once right then: his leg kicked from another wave of pleasure and a final weak spurt across his lower belly; his eyes just barely caught that Lynn's own fly stood open, and that she was just drawing her own paw out from beneath her panties; and then she'd pressed her weight down on top of him again, one paw on his shoulder and the other lifting his chin to push her lips against his.
He could smell himself on her muzzle, could feel the heat of his groin - and then her tongue slid on atop his, still carrying the hot, sticky slickness of his load, and he could taste himself too. She didn't have to hold his muzzle there for long, of course, and soon that paw went to a better use, in taking his other shoulder and pushing it down as well so that she could climb fully on top of him, and lock his head between hers and the mattress while her tongue continued to swirl around his and explore his mouth, mixing his cum with her saliva with his, swallowing every now and then and catching fervent snatches of breath between kisses-
Eli grunted, squeezed his eyes tightly shut, pulled in a breath... and a few seconds later, wished he had her muzzle again. Even afterwards, as the last echoes of his peak vibrated out of him and as he could feel the streaks of cum start to cool across his belly and chest, his mind shouted at him: did I really just paw off thinking about her? A woman? But I'm...
There it was again, that odd mix of discomfort and nervousness with... something sweeter, warmer. The warm fluttering in his chest. It couldn't be so odd a question when she'd already brought him to that peak, so naturally and easily. After their lips broke apart and remained apart, she'd kept her nose against his and remained there for a moment, allowing him to finally get a good look at her eyes. For the first time since meeting her, and in the pale light of her desk lamp and the ceiling light overhead: there was the amber, smooth sunset orange at the outer rims, melding to the rich dark brown of fresh soil, and from there to a mix of stone grey and moss green right around her pupils. And then she blinked, smiled, and leaned in for another kiss, this one against his cheek, before she climbed off of him.
Still panting, the wild dog casted about for the small washcloth he kept at the foot of his nightstand for this exact reason, and let his thoughts continue to wander as he wiped himself off. Marlin on one hand, and Lynn on the other; fox at one end of his body, striped hyena at the other. A tall, solid tree that he'd honestly gotten a bit bored of, or a new, bright flower growing in his garden, one needing his attention and care, one that would require a bit of work and trouble but could very well turn out beautiful.
He reached over to tap the home button of his phone, then squinted against the bright flash of light from his screen turning on. No new messages. Sure, he wanted more than anything for Marlin to ask him back out, but the truth of the matter was - if Lynn were to ask him first... up over his head, the ceiling fan _tk-tk-tk_ed as it spun and swung. Eli remained where he lay for a moment longer, then pulled the blankets back up to his neck and rolled onto his side.
His bed felt empty.