Stepping off the bus
He was just fed up with it. Fed up with it all. Looking around at all of his fellow bus passengers, hardly taking them in, he had to stifle a sob. Tears were welling up in his eyes. The steady rumble of the bus engine, the rhythmic rocking, the sounds of furries listening to their headphones, sniffing, sneezing, coughing, talking softly: none of it mattered much to Brig Dawson.
Brig was a tall wolf, slender, wore glasses, a suit, the works. In short, he was a nerdy fella, as some would put it. He'd always been deep into literature, not much for sports, on the quiet side, not as outgoing as the other wolves. Plus, he was gay, which was pretty widely accepted, but which still made him very nervous. He was nervous quite often. Furries didn't understand the pressure involved in trying to be a wolf, the pack mentality and jock personas driving him deep into the closet when he was younger. Growing up, he'd moved out, paid his bills on time, and kept his head down. Dating never went well. He found that nobody (it seemed like) believed in mystery or courtship anymore. All the guys he wound up with were usually aggressive tops who used him up like a Kleenex and tossed him out just as fast, which was fitting since his fur was very light grey, nearly white; another source of anxiety for poor Brig who always envied foxes with their sleek builds and orange complexions. He was actually rather attractive when he wasn't wearing a tacky suit with an ugly hat, when he wasn't bowing his head and sniffling, like he was on the bus.
"Isn't this your stop?" an unfamiliar voice asked from nearby. Brig jerked his head up to look for the source of the inquiry, suddenly pulled out of his daze. He pulled his arm down from the restraint he had been holding on to and quickly wiped his eyes with a finger.
"Did you say something to me?" he said, sniffing, uncomfortable that a few furries were looking in his direction. The bus was stopped.
Brig's jaw nearly dropped, his eyes widening and sparkling ever so slightly. To the left of him, standing in the aisle of the bus holding a restraint was the most gorgeous fox Brig had ever seen. His hair was dark, dirty blonde, hanging around his ears and face like a cool rain on a hot day, his silky fur groomed perfectly, seductively orange yet very light and subtle, like the color of hot autumn sunlight slanting through a kitchen window. He was wearing a black t-shirt and black pants with chains and metal loops like lots of furries his age were wearing. Brig wasn't that old, it just seemed like he was to himself so often.
The fox, also wearing a leather bracelet with faux-diamond studs on it looked to the front of the bus at the bus driver (a swine) and looked back at Brig, reaching out a hand and stepping nearer to help him up. Brig held out his free hand reflexively, still in a daze, his eyes just slightly puffy from the tears that he found himself holding back increasingly more often.
"Isn't this your stop?" the fox asked again in his elegant, soothing voice. Standing up with the aid of the fox, Brig stared out of the open bus doors and back at the spectacular fox, no longer self conscious that more bus patrons had turned to watch the hold-up.
"Y-yes," Brig stammered, reluctant to leave the bus just yet, "Thank you. This is my stop." He finished, sweeping the bus interior with his eyes and turning to leave, again aware of the probing eyes of the unwelcome riders. He fixated his eyes in front of himself and somewhat stumbled off of the bus, biting his lip and refusing to look back to see if the fox was still watching him. His heart was beating incredibly fast.
He heard the bus drive away and sighed, his ears and tail sagging with his disappointment, and started walking off in the direction of his apartment, his briefcase feeling more like a lead weight than ever.
On the way, he began to hear encroaching footsteps and began to panic. It was just a minor panic, but after being so frazzled by the beautiful fox on the bus, he was quick to get his blood racing again. Quickening his footsteps, seeing his apartment just ahead, he figured he was just being paranoid. That was until he heard the footsteps getting louder, which scared him more thoroughly since his own legs were quite long and the average furry would have to nearly jog to keep pace with him when he walked as quickly as he was.
Starting to get a bit nervous (well, more nervous, anyway), he reached in his suit pocket for his key and raced up the concrete stairs, hearing his pulse pound in his ear.
"Excuse me," a voice said from behind him. Brig spun on the spot, nearly hysteric, tears again rising to his eyes. He didn't have much will to live anymore, but he had no wish to be killed either, especially with the sun setting on the horizon.
Stiffening up as he turned, Brig nearly collapsed upon seeing who his pursuer actually was: it was his dream fox from the bus!
"Can I come in?" the fox asked in earnest, smiling a tender smile and cocking an eyebrow, no doubt at Brig's expression which had changed from scared panic to utter awe in a nanosecond. Brig was absolutely speechless, his mouth suddenly feeling like it had spent the day sun-bathing in the desert and was just now dropping in on him.
Brig looked from one side of the near empty street to the other, seeing if someone was playing a mean trick on him. When the fox spoke again, he shook his head and snapped out of his paranoid daze, again focusing on the godly spectacle before him, the fox's tone muscles gently shaping his black shirt and pants. Brig swore he could have drooled on the spot, despite himself.
"Can I come in?" the fox asked. "Oh, and I'm Slaz by the way. Nice to finally meet you, Brig." Slaz extended his hand, his hand sleek and black, his forearm the same and toned like the rest of his brilliant body.
So many thoughts buzzed inside Brig's head at once that he nearly collapsed again, his brain ceasing to process information for a brief second.
All he managed to choke out was a bewildered little "What?" on his behalf, leaning against the complex's front door for support.
"I'm your guardian angel, Brig. I've come to keep you from ending your life." The fox said, lowering his hand unshaken and walking up the stoop towards him. Brig backed further into the door, flattening his briefcase and shivering, afraid and confused.
"W-w-what? Why would you-" was all he had time to say before the fox was kissing him gently on the mouth. Brig gasped through his nose and looked into Slaz's deep blue eyes, feeling a thunderbolt and a tremor shoot up his spine with such sensual body contact. He puckered his own lips and pressed into the kiss, melting away from the world in that moment, closing his eyes, feeling the heat of the fox's body pressed against his own.
The moment ended too soon with the strong fox, more tone than sinewy and muscular, scooping the pale wolf up in his arms.
"What're you-" Brig breathed, barely able to think, his eyes only half-open from the overwhelming passion coursing through his veins from the kiss.
"If I wasn't a magical being here just for you, could I do this?" the fox asked, looking into Brig's deep green eyes as he spoke, his voice musical and light but intense with sincerity and grace. The fox was standing in Brig's apartment, still holding him in his arms. Brig looked around rapidly, confused but no longer frightened, his adrenaline pumping with the ferocity of his pulse.
"It's okay. I'm here for you." The fox said, setting him down and removing his hat, throwing it effortlessly onto the hook next to the door while sweeping his other hand through Brig's white hair in one seamless motion. He kissed Brig's forehead and walked away, his steps sensuous, his tail brushing back and forth behind him as he moved.
"What're you-" Brig asked again, removing his coat more out of habit upon returning home than the actual awareness that he was moving at all. He hung his coat up and took a few steps after the fox, tapering off and stopping when he realized what the fox had gone for.
On the table next to his favorite chair in the living room were several bottles of pills, the contents of one strewn out over the table where Brig had left them, dropping them nervously and leaving for work, contemplating the end. He'd thought about it all day and the fox was looking down at the pills sadly. Then, he raised his head to Brig, his hair covering one eye nearly completely with the tilt of his head. Brig's ears lowered themselves with his hurt shame, his eyes darting away from the fox's genuine gaze.
With a sweep of his hands, the pills, from on the floor and on the table alike, were gone, bottles and all.
"You do not need such things Brig. I'm here for you now." He said in his velvety voice, his tone heavy with concern and love. Brig couldn't help but tuck his tail even as the fox removed his shirt from the bottom up, throwing it onto the chair. Brig's ears perked and he raised his eyebrows, wondering what the fox would do next.
Surprisingly, the fox's eyes locked onto his own and the fox beckoned with a black furred finger, his tail again swishing from side to side, for him to follow, backing into the hallway while he did so. Despite his shame and self-pity, seeing the fox's creamy white chest fur aroused him in ways he had not felt since his first time with a boy. He'd been all too nervous, hard as a rock, all too eager and confused as hell when his best friend Timzy had unbuttoned his pants back in junior high. He felt like that now. The fox disappeared into his bedroom, shutting the door, and Brig gulped, rubbing his left arm, feeling his tail twitch nervously behind him. Not thinking as his feet moved by themselves, he followed.
Pushing open the wooden door, his ears down, his nerves jittery, he stepped into the room, seeing the black pants with the chains laying abandoned at the foot of his bed. The bedside lamp was on and the shades were pulled. His nerves swelling restlessly, Brig found himself stepping into the room with his heart light and his pants tight. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, raising his nose to the air, taking in as much of the fox's musk as possible. It was entrancing and he found that breathing in another deep stint of Slaz's musk calmed not only his nerves but his pulse too.
He opened his eyes a bit, feeling the fox's powerful arms close around his chest, one hand sliding through the gaps in the buttons of his dress shirt to caress his chest. Feeling the fox's muzzle slide onto his shoulder, he breathed in more musk, letting Slaz run his fingers through his own milky chest fur. Slaz pressed his hips into Brig's backside and Brig, his tail high between his back and Slaz's chest, felt the throbbing press of Slaz's girth against his cheeks.
Licking the side of his face, the fox spun Brig around to face him, enveloping him in a tender kiss, wrapping his arms around him and slowly prodding his tongue into Brig's muzzle. Brig moaned as Slaz's hands ran up and down his back under his shirt, caressing the fox's tongue with his own, overwhelmed by musk, hormones and a heavy desire to be with him.
Slaz's hands danced around to his chest before pulling out of his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it and letting it drop to the floor. Brig found himself feeling the fox's muscular back, his own hands finding their way to the tight lowrise black briefs that the fox was wearing. He squeezed Slaz's posterior, feeling the muscles, exploring the fox's mouth with his tongue, letting go of his anxiety and woe, melting into the fox's creamy fur.
Now shirtless, Brig found himself being pushed onto his bed, the fox climbing atop him and gently moving his head aside, biting and sucking his neck. Brig moaned again, having not had his neck bit so tenderly since that first time with Timzy. He was rock hard in his slacks, feeling Slaz's hot tailhole pressing against his beasthood through all the fabric.
With tremendous skill, Slaz brought his hands under himself, unbuttoning and unzipping Brig's pants with a skill and grace that Brig was hardly aware of him doing it. With a loving kiss, Slaz worked his way on his knees down the bed, removing Brig's slacks and boxerbriefs in one smooth movement.
Brig was panting, looking down at the sexy fox whose white fur was practically glowing pink with the heat of his flesh underneath. Brig was pulsing with anticipation, feeling Slaz's hot breath on his sensitive flesh, breathing in a combination of musks, both the fox's and his own. His head was spinning in the best way imaginable and he was harder than he had ever been in his entire twenty-two years of life.
He let out a barking moan as the fox slid his member into his mouth, licking it and taking it all at once. It felt incredible. Brig clutched desperately at his sheets, feeling Slaz caress his sack while his mouth worked and his other hand found his nipples. The hand worked back and forth between both of his nipples, the middle of his chest, and his stomach, the fox's fingers running through his pale fur, feeling out the skin beneath. Brig moaned and moaned, unable to blow his load, despite the fact that he had not been serviced like that in quite some time. His toes curled and uncurled, his fingers digging deeper into his sheets, his hips gyrating to the swirling movements of Slaz's tongue.
Suddenly, Slaz was moving upwards, kissing a trail from his girth to his throat and finally to his mouth where his tongue used those same swirling motions on his tongue instead. Brig huffed and moaned into the kiss, feeling up Slaz's back, his hips thrusting up and down in rhythm to the passion. He felt that at some point, although he hadn't noticed, Slaz had removed his lowrise briefs and was entirely naked. The fox ground his palpable beasthood into Brig's own, slurping and sucking on his tongue.
Brig's legs were restless, his hands finding their way down to stroke and play with Slaz's hefty, solid meat. Without breaking their kiss, Slaz reached down and grabbed the back of Brig's thighs, moving them up, exposing his pulsing tailhole to the warm air for a fraction of a moment before gently sliding into it. Brig cried out, raking Slaz's back fur with his hands, moaning deeply and uncontrollably, feeling Slaz's head work his way past his prostate.
Moaning himself, Slaz stopped pushing after burying his full, massive length into Brig's tailhole. Brig thrashed his head wrapping his legs around Slaz's back, feeling both his own and the fox's members trembling and pulsing. Slowly, Slaz began to thrust in and out of him, breathing deeply. Brig threw his head back and clutched the sheets again, letting Slaz build up a good heated rhythm of penetrating and receding.
Slaz pushed deep and hard, slow at first but gaining in speed until he was pounding away at Brig's tight, squirming tailhole. They both began breathing harshly, moaning and groaning with their combined pleasure. Brig's breathing quickened. He felt the pressure building in his sack, felt the pressure sliding back and forth over his prostate. He felt his own member throbbing and sliding between their two bodies, buried in both of their fur, pre flowing from his tip freely. It was too much.
Clenching the sheets (and his tailhole) tightly, he moaned several muttered obscenities and released his load onto their chests, feeling sticky warm fluid pelt his neck and bed, his prostate pumping in time to Slaz's beasthood as the fox emptied his own seed deep within Brig's bowels.
Breathing raggedly, panting, the tears came and Brig was sobbing with relief, love, desire and a consuming array of bursting emotions before he could help himself. Slaz took him in his arms, sitting up with him, not leaving his tailhole, his member still hard and long, breathing heavily. Brig wrapped his arms around him and lay his head on his shoulder. Brig was smiling...