Chinese Curses
Somewhere in China Town, Lake City
Dark clouds were gathering overhead as Charlie walks down unfamiliar streets. The fox enjoys exploring parts of the city he is not familiar with and had decided to come down to the Chinatown after school despite any weather report. Charlie's appearance is that of a lanky vulpine, with red/white fur bar for a black mane, ears and forearms; inclusive of his paws. Since he wears a simple combination of jeans and a short sleeved shirt he does not look forward to getting caught out in any rain.
Almost on cue with this thinking, Charlie starts to feel the first patter of bad weather dampen his fur. Scanning the buildings along the street he is on, the ill-fated explorer chooses the warmest looking shop to enter: An old trinkets store, containing more dust than items of worth.
A jingling sound accompanies the fox's entering the rarely visited souvenirs shop. With only a few short steps inside the clustered room Charlie finds himself lost between one set of junk and the next.
"Hello? Are you open?" Charlie asks of empty air hoping that he is not alone amongst the foreboding quantities of tat.
"Just keep walking down until you pass the vases and then take a left."
A helpful yet bored voice guides Charlie until he emerges at the store's hidden till. Sat behind it is a black and white haired rabbit with white earbuds jammed into both ears. He glances up to see whom Charlie was before looking back down at his phone, apparently unimpressed. Observing a rabbit a little the vulpine notes that he has some creamy white colours inside his ears matching his muzzle, but nearly everything else is black about him: fur and clothes.
"Hello, I'm Charlie."
The fox smiles at the rabbit, expecting a comment on his British accent.
"Hi... Rubin."
"Okay then Rubin. Hmm, this isn't your shop is it?"
Charlie looks over the lapine, he is dressed in a shirt with slogans plastered all over it, wears tacky cargo pants and one ear is folded over with a piercing holding it down; the rabbit's appearance does not match the life of a dusty shop owner.
"Huh what? No of course not! Just looking after it for one of my uncles."
"And just why do you do it then? Do you live with him? Err, not trying to be rude of course."
The black rabbit looks up at Charlie and his red eyes, probably pseudo-stylish contacts, belies the terror behind them.
"No, this is just a good way to escape having to babysit."
The fox gulps as he tries not to think of dozens upon dozens of lapine siblings. Rubin just looks back to his phone, poking at it rapidly in some sort of chaotic looking order.
"Do you mind if I just look around then?"
"Go ahead, I don't care about this stuff so I suppose someone should."
Charlie nods and turns around slowly on one paw; making his way back into the mountains of discarded items he wonders just what has happened to today's youth. Betwix'd a colossal stack of cheap vases and a heap of worn painting frames he finds a dusty wooden box labeled Keep Out.
Since the vulpine has always been more curious than cautious, he opens the box. Inside he finds an eclectic stash of items ranging from ancient wooden yo-yos to crumbling magazines: those look as if they had come from the turn of the last century.
Continuing to dig around with his bushy tail swaying lightly Charlie finds something especially interesting. With an amazed and slightly confused expression he lifts a pair of denim jean pants out of the box. They are scuffled but otherwise almost brand new, complete with a belt and shiny brass buckle.
_Why would these be stuffed packed away in this old shop?_Charlie muses, but he does not really care that much. So he navigates his way back to Rubin, who is exactly as the fox left him, and asks if there is a changing room. The ear not pierced flops over and then points to Charlie's left directing him towards a door hidden between more junk.
"Ah, thanks."
Charlie walks into the unmarked changing room and tries to wedge the door shut; it takes a little work but he eventually manages to muscle the thing shut. So he now sees what he has to work with: A cracked and dusty mirror, an old wooden bench and a hole in the wall where a coat peg might have been. He dusts the mirror the best he can before then trying to dust his own furry paw. Then the fox takes his existing jeans off; a pair of pale blue denim, less vibrant than the new ones he has selected and without a fancy belt buckle.
Occasionally one for vanity, the vulpine checks himself out in the mirror. His rather superior package -to other foxes- bulges out quite nicely in his simple white briefs. He growls at himself lewdly but stops before he gets worked up at all.
"Lets see how good these jeans look then," he mumbles quietly whilst picking up the mysterious jeans with the fancy buckle.
Pulling the leggings on Charlie can feel a slight tingling coming from them, causing him wonder if something itchy needs to be washed out of them. But he continues pulling them on anyway, he just wants to see how they look on him anyway. However once he pulls them all the way up to his waist something unexpected happens making Charlie shout in surprise.
The pants actually come to life. For just a moment they put themselves on, fastening the fly shut and then the belt ties around the fox's waist. Although it surprises him, the vulpine quickly recovers his decorum and does not notice anything out of place other than the belt and fly being done.
Charlie believes what he just saw however and he tries to unbuckle the belt, slightly afraid of it. To his frustration it refuses to come undone and not matter how hard he tries the jeans, belt and buckle all stay just where they are. The fox's ears flick about in anger and he growls a little. So he decides that he will need a pair of scissors to take the accursed apparel off.
He exits the changing room with his normal pair of pants carried over one arm. Feeling the anger coarse through his veins, Charlie storms up to the counter where the black, white and emo rabbit sits. Rubin is still focused on his phone whilst the fox visibly fumes just a couple feet away on the opposite side of the counter.
"What the hell is wrong with these pants?" Charlie demands with a snarl trailing off at the end of his question.
Rubin looks up, blinks and then his eyes spread wide open; it is a little bit scary actually. Something inside of the rabbit breaks and his reverie ends right at that instant. Charlie can tell something has changed now, the way the lapine stares is simply unnerving.
"Err, hello? Is anyone home Rubin?"
_Is he salivating? _The fox squints and looks to see the bunny's whiskers slightly twitching. Something feels very wrong now, very sudden and alien. Charlie wisely starts to take a few steps back but unwisely does this all too late. With a start Rubin bounds over the counter and leaps onto the fox dragging him down onto the floor with a thud.
Before Charlie can cry out the other boy's lips meet with his. Very fondly the rabbit's tongue slips inside the fox's mouth and plays gently with the other tongue. Despite the strange circumstances Charlie naturally enjoys this, being the self-styled boys' fox that he is. Even whilst the passionate embrace continues, Charlie can feel the lapine's paws already undoing his shirt. Buttons are undone and Rubin starts running his fingers through the soft white fur covering the fox's chest.
"W-Well, I didn't know you were one of those. But we should be ac-QUAINTED." Charlie yells at the end when he starts having his nipples played with.
Growling he musters up his strength and shoves the other male off. Rubin tumbles across the ground, spraining his erection a little as it hits the floor during said tumble. The fox gets up onto his paws again and shouts at the rabbit telling him that he only does things one way: his own. Rubin recovers quickly, getting back up whilst he cupping his bulging and throbbing crotch.
"Then please, lets do it your way."
Charlie looks a little puzzled, but the body language and tone of Rubin's voice seems quite honest. He looks the black rabbit over again, like a piece of meat and then looks back at the jeans: mysteriously the buckle is undone now without anyone touching it. Perhaps this is what they wanted?
"Okay then, drop to your knees for me."
Rubin does as he is told and Charlie smirks at the sight of another male being submissive to him. He starts to undo his fly that opens freely for him now. The rabbit licks his lips and shuffles forward on his knees. Perhaps he should lock the shop door, but then how many customers could this place possibly have anyway?
"Are you going to be a good bunny and do exactly as you are told from now on?"
The rabbit eagerly nods and Charlie continues to pull the jeans down. They stop just at his knees, still hanging on but he does not need them to be completely off anyway. Rubin appears to go a little wilder still, his grey eyes fixed squarely upon his prize. Of course the situation had turned the fox on too and unfortunately he feels a little too restrained.
Slowly but surely peeling the straining and increasingly wet briefs off, the vulpine's fox-hood swings free at last. He is a shower at seven inches flaccid normally, but he was already becoming erect and pre already dribbling from the engorged head. Charlie grips his member in paw and gives it a few quick strokes, sighing softly as it throbs to its full ten inches in glorious foxy length.
"Ah... you like what you see boy?"
Hypnotised Rubin affirms his enjoyment by coming close and kisses the head as it drools and sputters the other male's musky onto him. He is not permitted long to enjoy it calmly however as Charlie's paws meet behind Rubin's soft furry head. Suddenly the rabbit is pulled down onto the fox's jaw-numbingly large cock. He tries to open as wide as possible but it is definitely painfully fat.
Rubin starts to gag as he is forced down onto Charlie's rod. Deep-throating as best he can, the lapine squints his eyes shut and tears roll down his cheeks. The fox just growls low at him and commands the bunny to take it all, right to the balls. Indeed that is exactly what Rubin does, and soon he is nuzzling into the other boy's musky crotch-fur whilst plump and needy testicles slap underneath his chin.
"Ooh God. You're really good at this bunny. Keep it up and you'll get your reward soon."
The rabbit does exactly as he is told and suckles hard, keeping his lips tight and movements quick. Charlie now only has to help guide Rubin as he bobs up and down nice and quick; each time those tight hungry lips squeeze over his rod another wave of pleasure spreads out from his crotch.
Charlie soon discovers that his new conquest is a fast learner; he can feel one furry paws caressing his orbs whilst the other reaches back to squeeze at his buttocks. The fox has no reason to stop this, as long as the rabbit knows his place and keeps on working that shaft.
Soon long guttural growls, panting and an intoxicating male scent fill the dusty shop as Charlie's climax approaches fast. Rubin is still struggling to take the large vulpine and the abundant juices produced manage to escape and dribble down his chin and throat, wetting that delicate creamy fur around his muzzle and chest.
Much to the rabbit's surprise, Charlie pulls out with an audible pop. The meaty fox-hood swings away as saliva and pre-juice drip from its large throbbing presence. Rubin keeps his eyes closed for a moment and just sits there, feeling the warmth from the vulpine's length wash over him. But then he blinks and looks up to Charlie as the male grins at him with a mischievous twinkling in his dual-coloured eyes.
"Is something wrong?"
"You were doing a good job bunny bun. But I want something else to release inside of."
Rubin blushes as some part of his mind returns to him; despite the previous performance he never really thought of himself as being gay before. However something is having an effect on him, he cannot say what it is but the rabbit just knows that he has to please this other boy as well as his body allows.
The invisible hold on the rabbit's mind strangles at his will again and the lapine gets up. Charlie watches as Rubin undoes the buttons on his cargo pants; he pulls them down until he can step out of them freely. He also takes his shirt off for good measure, stripping all the way until just the ear piercing on his right ear remains on.
Entirely naked the rabbit's black fur is seen to cover all his limbs, most of neck, the outside of his ears and of course along his back. However creamy white fur not only covers his face and inside his floppy ears, but it also down his front covering the entire front of his torso. The white fluffy fur goes all the way down to his crotch where he is sporting a sizeable erection all of his own; Charlie guesses it must be impressive for his species but still inferior to his own.
Charlie growls in appreciation of Rubin's slender but toned body and he tells Rubin to turn around. The rabbit complies revealing that the white fur also covers his ass despite his back being covered in the raven black fur. When he lifts his tail, even the underside of that is white in contrast to the top, but the fox is too busy salivating over his next goal.
"Bend over the counter, quickly now lad."
Rubin does as he is instructed putting himself in a compromising position over the dusty counter top. He can hear the fox murr, growl and slobber behind him. A warm but gripping hand is placed upon one buttocks, then another on the second. Both paws squeeze and hook their claws in as Charlie begins to massage the two buns together to help loosen them up a bit.
"Just what I need, bunny butt buns."
Moaning noises escape from the rabbit's mouth as he starts to enjoy the attentions to his rump. Positively drooling over the soft tender flesh now, the fox brings his muzzle closer and closer to it. His hot breath beats upon the soft creamy fur before he lashes out his tongue running it quickly up along the crack and then squeezes it against the tight hole just underneath the lapine's tail.
Poor subjective Rubin squirms on the counter, experiencing new sensations from his anus that run up his spine making muscles tense up in the oddest of places. Charlie continues his oral onslaught; opening wide with his teeth digging into the tender flesh he tries to push even just a fraction of his tongue inside of the rabbit. As the organ slips inside more cries and louder moans echo in the room from the fox's prey.
For as much fun as he was having, Charlie remembered what he really wants. Rubin soon remembers this too as the fox pulls away, giving a light slap to that bubble butt, before something new comes to replace the tongue. The rabbit gasps and grips the counter as he feels Charlie's thick, throbbing and very much drooling member wedge up tight between his buttocks.
"Mmm, your arse is so smooth bunny. I wonder if it feels the same way inside."
Light whimpers come from the rabbit whilst he scrunches his eyes up bracing himself but all the same focusing on the feelings and touch from behind. The vulpine's paws are holding Rubin's sides tight, that big fat cock is spitting and throbbing just at his entrance and... oh yeah, the rabbit's own erection is dribbling just underneath the counter desk.
With no more words and no more delays Charlie thrusts forward. It is painful at first but inch after inch is rammed inside of poor Rubin's virgin tight hole. He cries out, part of him wanting to plead for it to stop, but another part wants to cry out for so much more. The resistance with which Charlie finds himself rubbing his dick against is phenomenal, he growls and swings his bushy tail about in pure enjoyment of the whole experience.
Once all ten inches of the canid's bone are buried inside of him, Rubin finds an unexpectedly enjoyable sensation grow inside of him as the rod thrums against his innermost walls. A long protracted moan tells Charlie that he has successfully found all the sweet spots to make the rabbit never settle for anything less now.
The fox pulls back and then thrusts back inside, enjoying the smacking nois as his balls slap against the bunny's bubble butt. Holding on tight to the wooden countertop, Rubin holds fast as he gets pounded faster and faster. Soon the thick meat is moving in and out like a piston and the juices smoothing out the ride spread out wetting the furry ass cheeks.
"Good God! You're tight as a fuckin' virgin."
"I -ugh- am a v-RRGH! A virgin!"
This only excites Charlie more as he harder although a little bit slower into the rabbit. His balls really slap away at the other boy's ass now whilst with each driving thrust Rubin screams out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. It is at this point that the rabbit loses all control of himself, his fluffy furry balls rising up as they scrunch up and starts delivering their load. Long hot arcs of white seed jet out splattering against the countertop's sides and the floor, making a small puddle that soggies their paws.
Charlie teases the rabbit about this and leans in to bite on the non-pierced ear aggressively tugging at it a little so as to mark it as if to even them out. The orgasm Rubin is having flows into a second one and his muscles clench up, internal walls caving in on the fox's meaty tool. It feels wonderful of Charlie and he howls out in utter delight at the experience, grinding his crotch into the bunny's arse as his knot throbs hard jamming against the tight entrance.
"RRRGH! TAKE IT RABBIT!"
Rubin whimpers but he tries to unclench as much as possible, though his muscles involuntarily keep trying to fight the intruder. Eventually, and with a loud wet popping sound, it fits. Charlie murrs in ecstasy as he feels that tight, warm, enveloping rectum clinging around his member; it twitches a few times and then the torrent comes. The rabbit can feel the other male's large sack as it rises up against his sensitive cheeks, the orbs pumping all of their contents into that throbbing length of solid fox-hood.
With the knot locking the two males as they are, nothing can stop the torrential pouring of steaming, musky, creamy, and abundant seed from filling Rubin's body. It just keeps coming and coming, more and more of the vulpine's produce flowing out until it feels like something has to give; but it does not. By the end of Charlie's orgasm and after lot of sweating and panting, the two simply lay over the serving counter completely exhausted.
Curiously the strange jeans Charlie is wearing now seem to drop down all the way to his ankles now. The strange piece of clothing had been still clinging just around his knees the whole time, but now they come away all by their own.
Later on when Charlie loosens and Rubin quietly starts tidying up, he will take those strange jeans with their shiny belt buckle. He does not understand it all yet, but he is sure they had something to do with all of this. As for Rubin? Well he is just happy to have the fox gone before anyone new enters the shop like his uncle.
The End?
Charlie © MrMongoose
Story & Rubin © Iscin