'Twas a Night Full of Yiffing
Author's Note: the following is a work of furry poetry. It is fiction, and any resemblance to foxes or wolves, either living, dead or whatever is purely coincidental. It may contain acts of sex between males, sex between different species, and flagrant misuse of rhyme scheme. If you're not into such Shakespearean flights of fancy, beat it. Otherwise, just read and enjoy my foray into erotic poetry.
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'Twas a Night Full of Yiffing ©MMVII Whyte Yoté
The fox had been waiting
All week for this night,
He'd been working himself up
In hopes that he might
Come home with a guy
From the local gay bar
Who wanted to bone him
And didn't live far
Our vulpine preferred
To walk rather than drive,
And he had not a car
For his day nine-to-five
So the Florsheims it was
His best dancing shoes
The first things of notice
When starting to schmooze
Are your footpaws of course
Are they covered or no
Do they flatter your figure?
Expose ugly toes?
But the foxy we see
He has just the right shape
And so sockless he goes
To make boys stare agape
The rest of the outfit
Assembles like glue
Fishnet top, leather pants,
Built on those sexy shoes
Cologne can be sweet
Or much too overpowering
One whiff of the stuff
Any wolf would run, cowering
Far away from the fox,
So he forgoes tonight
Wearing natural musk
Impossible to fight
Any dog worth his salt
Would not fail to approach
Such a sweet-looking fox
And not seem to encroach
Upon personal space
One would have to assume
By the way this boy dances
End to end in the room
He is certainly pegged
By some master or other,
But no collar or leash
Do his fluffy neck bother
He must be sixteen
But how did he pass
By the bulldog outside
Have you looked at his ass?
Only ten times or more
In the last thirty seconds
That tailflap is loose
So much so that it beckons
The first set of paws
To do a good deed
And fasten it up
Help a poor fox in need
One wolf is the bravest
He crosses the floor
Not the least bit the shy one
A paw reaches for
That loose button of bone
Just above that full tail
And our fox turns to face him
Scents nothing but male
A smiling grey snout
Flashing fangs in the dark
This wolf does not know that
He's lit up a spark
Of seduction down deep
In our cute fox's soul
The lupine is just perfect
For filling the goal
"May I?" Timid, he asks,
Trying not to seem pushy
The fox tail goes left
Its fur well-groomed and cushy
Making quick work
Of the flap, moving on
To the front of the fox
Who thanks him, and yawns
And is licked by the wolf
Now more forward than ever
Having taken a chance
Thinking himself quite clever
The fox, startled, steps back
His neck poofed all to hell
His tail, thrice its size,
Gains a few stares as well
But the dance floor continues
As loud as before
And the lupine, hot-blushing,
Says, "Head for the door?"
The fox nods, does his best
To unpuff his composure
As they exit right by
All the gay-boy brochures
"I liked how you danced,"
Says the wolf to the fox
"I don't get out that much,
don't like twinks and the jocks."
Smiling now, pleased as punch
The vulpine won't say
He's a self-proclaimed twink
Fairly gayer than gay
But for this wolf, tonight
He can put on the mask
Of whatever it takes
To perform his fave task
Turn a corner, the dark
Of an alley nearby
"Did my tail feel that nice?"
To this hunk of a guy
Who replies with a stroke
'Long its luxury length
Sending all kinds of chills
Sapping our fox's strength
And diverting it to
The most obvious place
The blood rushes on
To his sheath, not his face
And the wolf does not hide
His own half-erection
They're now front-to-front
And fangs nibble affection
His back 'gainst the wall,
The fox whimpers assention
The wolf takes the hint
Doesn't bother to mention
A condom, protection
Not any of that
For they both are quite happy
To do things bareback
It's much simpler that way
No awkward fumbling 'round
Deep in pockets or wallets
While your cock goes down
So then off come the pants
Of both parties, revealing
Two hard canine boners
Wolf smiling, fox squealing
In horny delight
As the wolf he descends
To kneel on one knee
His long tongue never ends
As he pushes it out
Just enough to the tip
Of our poor fox's cock
Sees the pre, takes a sip
And is met with a salty-sweet
Treat to his palate
Such complexity
He knows just what to call it:
"Delicious," he murrs
And goes down a mite further
Right up to the knot
"'Pologize for the girth, rrrrr..."
But size doesn't matter
To this lustful dog
He makes use of the smaller
One's cock, eyes agog
At the throbbing of blood
Deep within the small member
So powerful for
Such a compact, cute slender
Fox cock, and it seems
To be just the right size
For some deep-throating action
Not gagging, he tries
For the knot, and almost
He can get it all in
If it weren't for his reflex
The shaft is so thin and
So wonderfully shaped
And the wolf bites the bullet
Stacks all of his chips
Slides the thing down his gullet
Now gasping, now panting
Now yipping with joy
For our fox knows he has
Done just right by this boy
It is just what he wanted
He's made the right choice
And he would tell the wolf
Should he regain his voice
But his balls are quite busy
Work harder than hard
Much obliged to the wolfie
Who pleases his ward
With rapt care and close mind
To his near-spurting cock
Just a few seconds more
A mere tick of the tock
And the good deed is done
Our fox barely gives warning
Starts flooding the wolf
And the smile that was forming
Upon his pursed lips
Now it turns to an "O"
Of surprise, and then duty
As he takes up the flow
Of thick foxseed, hot, creamy
Slides into his tummy
What a good boy he's being
Well, no doubt, this guy's yummy
As soon as it started
The vulpine has finished
His cock is deflating
His climax diminished
The wolf stands up now
From his subby position
And bends in quite close
So the tired fox can listen:
"My friend, so it seems
You have busted your nut
So now what about mine?
You have such a cute butt."
And although he is drained
In his post-cumming glow
The russet-furred sheath
It has heard, and it knows
What it wants more than oral
A gift from behind
A second opportunity
From the lupine
For another great mating
A different way
To engage in gay sex
With this wuffie today
As his head is tied tightly
Direct to his cock
The fox nods and his tail
Goes up curled like a sock
To give room for the wolf
Who now unzips his pants
And pulls out his hard urgency
Sharp as a lance
Its respectable size
Tops at seven point five
Adequate for a wolf
So the fox will survive
More or less full intact
After thoroughly plowed
So it's up to the wall
He goes...ears and head bowed
"Be gentle," he says
Though he's done this before
But not in a while
So he's bound to be sore
No matter how big
And no matter how thick
This wuffie, when he knots
Better be more than slick
Because yiffing in public
Taboo and arousing
Can land you in jail
And a new type of housing
The men you find there
Who plunder your booty
Don't much care for gentle
If "bitch" does his duty
They make it a point
To stifle their moans
As the wolf meets the fox
Lip-locking kills their tones
And the probing begins
First searching, then urging
Till the foxhole gives way
To incessant cock-searching
Pinned against the wall
Cold hard bricks on his back
Our dear vulpine, he spreads
Legs wide, fondles his sac
And then that of the wolf
Who gets into a rhythm
His back arches in
To rid wuffballs of jism
It starts working, as sex
Is oft wont to do
For the typical end
Ends up covered in spoo
And two eager canids
Are approaching the end
With erections abounding
A climax to tend
Our dear wolf, he knows well
To not tie with the fox
For the alley is sure patrolled
By rent-a-cops
Who are sworn to protect
The public from wrong
Though it's hardly offending
To see a wolf dong
Being inserted now, rather
Zealous, I'd say
Up the rear of a vulpine
Who's glad that he's gay
And a part of this moment
Going out was the best
To occupy his time
With a wolf as his guest
Who has proven effective
In sexual matters
That knot pounding
His insides to bloody tatters
It feels so damn good!
And the wolf hunches over
His balls tighten faster
Right paw moves to cover
Their collective heat
From the rest of the world
While inside his boots
The lupine's grey toes curl
He empties all his seed
In a tight, willing ass
In the shadows of alleys
Kinky, but with class
And grace, with modesty
Unknown to his kind
He is quiet and murmurs
Sweet nothings refined
In a voice so low, gentle
Like their clandestine coupling
The size of his load
It enlarges, size doubling
He's waited for this
The whole entire day
Finishing with a fox
Who's a wonderful lay
Is a gay cruiser custom
Take advantage of those
Who are smaller than you
By taking off their clothes
So his thrusts become slower
And the flow starts to wane
The sky opens, light flashing
Ushering in the rain
Disconnecting, they pull
Up their soaking-wet garments
And shiver in the dark
When food reaches the varmints.
"Do you smell that?" our fox
He asks, hungry as well.
Down the street there's a Krispy Kreme
Doughnuts to sell
The cops are all hunkered down
Over their mugs
Our canids aren't that far
From looking like thugs
So the fox, in his boyish tone
Pets the wolf's neck
And asks, "Your place or mine?"
Gives his nosepad a peck
"Well, you choose," says the wolf
Whom the vulpine obeys
Turns swiftly on his heels
They begin through the maze
Of concrete and steel
On this cold, lonely night
For these two lusty dogs
The stars seem to shine bright
If only for a moment
While plowing a hole
It's still more than nothing
Tells you you have a soul
Deep down in there somewhere
'Neath flesh, fur and bone
If you think with your cock
Then you're not alone
Because out there there's someone
Who thinks like you do
So go find your own fox
He's been waiting for you...
FIN
12/31/06-1/13/07