Fate's Joke
There was a quiet noise in the distance. Melodic, sweet but faint, like the whisper of an elf. It came closer, closer, but no, close wasn't the word, it never had distance anyways, it only grew more present, forcing itself more and more into his reality. It shifted and warped, no longer so subtle, there were guitars and drums and voices. Suddenly, it became clear to him, and words came to him. "-a hard day's night, n I been workin like a dog!"
Matt jolted awake, feeling the familiar car seat squished against his back. His cd player's speakerswere playing a song, "A Hard Day's Night," a Beatles piece, as he tried to remember what day it was. It had been an unusually hot day at work, it was a Tuesday, he ate a tomato sandwich for lunch. It had been unusually good, though the bread could have used a bit more time in the toaster. Driving home, he'd put a random disk in his player and put it on repeat. He'd been listening to the same song when he parked his car. Perhaps this was fate's idea of a joke, a single guy falling asleep the moment he's home, listening to such a song as this.
Whatever, he shrugged. Looking into the mirror, he ran his hand through his hair, leaving noticable tracks through its length. His long, fluffy black husky fur gave him a large, intimidating appearance, yet underneath it he was sort of skinny, though more lean, muscled than actually scrawny. He'd actualy gained the nickname Teddy after one of his friends claimed him to be her "teddy bear", taking every chance she could to hug him, often messing up his fur, which he'd long given up on complaining about.
Getting out of the car, he walked to his front door, finding it to be locked. Gratefully, he pulled a key out of his pocket, as it meant none of his friends had decided to spend the day in his house, which normally didn't bother him, in fact he was usualy glad for the company, but today he just wanted to take a long, hot shower.
Yet as he stepped into the house, a fluff of squeeling delight suddenly flew into him, nearly knocking him down, "Yay, you're hooome!"
"What the- hey! Argh!" he shouted, stumbling and catching himself against his couch. "Who are you?" he demanded, as he looked down at the stranger. She was a short thing, maybe a couple inches below five feet, a little more than a foot shorter than Matt. Her hair was worn down to her shoulders, her fur was a reddish brown, sleek and smooth. Her hands and feet were long and slender, ending in sharp claws, and even for a rodent she was thinly built, with smallish, pert breasts. This all added together to betray her race as a squirrel, to say nothing of her tail. Judging it together, she appeared to be in her early twenties, a few years younger than him.
"What should I make for dinner?" she asked, ignoring his question.
"Uh, I guess co- wait, what? And you haven't answered my question!" he said, the threat of a light growl entering his voice. At the growl, she let go of him, backing up slightly.
"Why are you growling at me? What do you mean who am I?" she answered, more surprise than fear in her voice, though her face showed the opposite. Matt immediately changed his expression to a smile, hating to see others, especially femmes, in any state of distress, except those that angered him, something rare for him.
"Just humor me, k?" he asked, tilting his head in what he hoped was a friendly, but expecting manner, and plopped himself down on the couch.
"Okay then... I'm your friend, Jesse, I've known you for several years, I'm your housemate for conveniance and a physical comforter...", she responded, hugging and squeezing herself against him to emphasize her last point, fear and surprise replaced by bewilderment.
Huh.
"Easy, see? You asked about dinner, perhaps some pasta? I'm not hungry right now though." He sighed mentally. He'd met friends, good friends, in ways as weird as this. But, dinner? Housemate? He didn't need to share his house!
"Whatcha want to do till then?" she asked, looking up at his face.
"Right now, I'd just like a hot shower" he sighed.
"Okay" Jesse responded, squeezing him again.
Slipping his clothes off, Matt wodnered what that Jesse person wanted from him, and more importantly, how she got in and what she was doing now. His unspoken question was answered when he heard the door opening and, turning, saw her walking in as if she didn't know he was getting ready for a shower. Fortunately for him, he still had his boxers on. "Hey! I'm taking a shower!" he complained, as she walked a few steps into his room.
"That's why I'm here, you said we'd take a shower" she replied, slightly confused.
"No, I said I'd be showering" he corrected.
"You didn't exclude me though, and, hey, it looks like you'd like to anyways" she giggled slightly. It took Matt a moment to figure out what she meant, but felt his malehood pressing against his underwear, urged by the idea of this odd, but beuatiful girl that wanted to shower with him. Hearing no objction from him, Jesse began taking her own clothes off, as MAtt turned quickly away, shaking his head slightly as he dropped his boxers and walked into the bathroom, quickly followed by his new companion.
In the bathroom, Jesse hurried into the shower before Matt could get in, surprising him, and turning on the water as the husky stepped in. Matt tried, and failed, to ignore the naked form, his cock swelling just slightly more. Could she have seen through his fur, she'd have seen him blushing ever since she first noticed it. Getting himself wet, Jesse grabbed a bottle of shampoo that Matt could have sworn wasn't there that morning, and moved out of the way of the water, gently pushing him in.
The smell of shampoo filled the stall, and by the time Matt finished soaking himself, Jesse was ready to get rinsed off. Grabbing the other bottle of shampoo, he starting to work on himself, getting hardly half done with his front, when Jesse turned around and told him, "K, turn around now". Not thinking about it, he obliged, and a moment later could feel her fingers running over his shoulders, shampooing his back, quickly catching up to and passing him. As she finished his buttocks, giving them a gentle slap, she worked around his hips, quickly making her way to his cock, which had been growing erect since he realized what she was doing, slowly filling out to its full length of about eight inches.
Wrapping her hand around Matt's thick malehood, she slowly pulled him back into the water to allow the shampoo to rinse off his back, gently squeezed his erection, eliciting a low groan from him. She smiled at his reaction, her skilled hands squeezing and pulling at him, occasionaly alternating to his balls, doing everything as if she had spent the last year pleasuring him.
Slowly, she removed her hands from him, and she spoke up, "Now, let's try something else, shall we?" she asked, gently turning him, recieving no resistance from the dazed wolf. Staring down his cock, she opened her mouth, and slid it mooshtly in until it was touching the back of her throat, sweet precum dribbling straight into her. As she was about to start reversing her movement, she felt his hands pressing against the back of her head, pushing the rest of his cock into her throat as he groaned in pleasure. His dick was uncomfortably deep in her throat, almost choking her, but she met no resistance as she slid off, only the tip still in her mouth, sucking more pre out of the tender head of his cock, then being forced back on, her tongue thrashing against it, teeth gently pressing against. For several minutes, she sucked on his cock, swallowing it deep into her throat, until he gave one strong shot of pre, and pushed her head off, muttering "Oh god that... Jesse, oh."
"Mmm, and sucking you was good, too, but now..." she said, turning around and bending over, pressing her tight tailhole against his cock. Matt had never thought of fucking an ass before, and would probably normally find it disgusting, but now he just needed to feel his cock in hers, the tight passage squeezing it hard. Gripping her hips, he pressed his member into her, slowly stretching the hole wide, one of his hands gipped her tail, pressing himself further in. They both moaned loudly in pleasure as he sped up, slowly humping her ass, lost in pleasure, going faster until he was pounding her as fast as he could, balls slapping against her pussy, feeling his knot growing, stretching her wider and wider with each stroke. Finally, his knot had swollen to its fullest, some three and a half inches wide, making lewd, wet popping noises every time her pulled out of her.
Slamming himself against her, he let out a quiet shout of pleasure as his dick shot a powerful spray of cum, filling her with squirt after squirt of cum, yet still pounding, his hips, working the cum into a mess inside and dripping out from her asshole. He began slowing down, and finally stopped fucking her, his knot holding him firmly inside her despite the recent abuse. Standing up, Jesse wiggled her hips slightly, feeling the meat inside her and causing another moan from Matt, his dick now so sensitive.
"Uhhn... you know, you still owe me another tonight, though, so I can finish." Jesse said. Matt didn't respond, instead reaching around her and hugging her close, flinching slightly at the idea. He wasn't sure whether to be glad or not, as his balls were already sore for all they'd done, besides slamming against Jesse...
Together, they finished showering, cleaning each other off in more than a few playful ways, Matt completely forgetting that he had only met Jesse that day. It certainly seemed she had known him for longer than that...