Wendel and the Toy Closet: Part 1

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#1 of Wendel and the Toy Closet

Wendel "Wren" Wilder. A red fox and lynx hybrid. This is his introduction. He is my RP and story character and secondary fursona. He loves to play with himself, toys, and others.

This is his first time showing off. Maybe he'll do it again. Hope you enjoy the show. Please feel free to leave a comment and constructive feedback. I am always looking to improve.

Don't hesitate to add tags. I probably missed some. This is my first smutty story after all.


Wendel the flynx groaned as he entered his modest one bedroom apartment. He had been up all night to finish his latest apparel project. It had been stressful to say the least and he was just about ready to drop onto the nearest piece of furniture, in this case a love seat just to the right of the door, and fall asleep. But, something else was wide awake and required his attention first. A need.

He wandered through the living/dining room toward a short hallway. There were three doors in the hallway. One the bathroom, one a closet, and one his bedroom. He chose the last option. As soon as he entered the sunlit room, he removed his pink button-up shirt and tossed it onto the queen size bed. Then he dropped his olive-green chino shorts and plain black boxer briefs to the floor and stepped out of them without breaking his stride.

He paused for a moment to check himself in the floor mirror across from the end of his bed and located between a small closet and a dresser. He was four inches shy of six feet tall, though his fox-shaped ears with their lynx tufts made up the difference plus a little more. He had sharp yellow feline-vulpine eyes and a long narrow muzzle that ended in a feline nose and whiskers, and under his chin was a lynx neck ruff.

His fur was mostly tawny and down his front it was light brown coloured with some black and brown mottling most noticeable where the two colors meet. His tail was half as long as a normal fox's was tipped with black. On his left shoulder was a darker mark in the shape of a small wren that was just noticeable. His legs were long and powerful, though the rest of his body was slim and lithe. The fur darkened a bit towards his feet and hands like you would see on a fox.

But what needed his attention the most right at that moment was located between his legs. His sheath was full and the tip of his flesh-pink penis was protruding out by an inch. It already had a bead of pre sparkling at the end of it. He grinned to himself and reached down with a practiced hand and cupped his modest sack. He played with them for a moment, gave them a squeeze and watched his cock respond with a throb. His length grew out a bit more to reveal its slender, feline length, though the head was more canine in shape.

Along the shaft below the head were a few feline barbs. Not too many and most were soft and flexible. He let go of his sack and slowly ran the back of his hand along the underside of his sheath and then cock and huffed as he passed the barbs. More pre formed on his tip, which he gathered on a couple of fingers that he brought to his mouth. He stuck the fingers into his muzzle and licked up the saltiness from them with a soft murr.

He savored the taste for a moment, then turned and walked to the closet. He opened it to reveal not clothes, but shelf upon shelf of toys. Adult toys. Silicone, glass, leather. If you could name it, it was probably there. He stepped in and gazed upon his selection of dildos on the right side shelves. There was one for just about every species in varying sizes and materials.

At first he considered a moderately sized horse toy with an unflared head and slight medial ring. But then thought better of it. It had been a while since he, or someone else, had played with his tailhole. Not that he couldn't warm himself up for it, but based on the attention his steadily growing erection was in need of, he didn't have the time for it. So he picked something simple; a six inch, firm silicone human-shaped dildo. It was blue in color and included the balls at the base, which also had a suction cup.

He held the toy in one hand and inspected it for a moment to make sure it was still in good shape. It had been a long while since he had last used it, in that case it had been used on a close friend of his. He turned and pulled out a small cloth and spray bottle. He sprayed the toy and wiped it down with the cloth before returning them to their shelf. Then he grabbed another bottle, slightly larger than the first and exited the closet.

He gave the toy a moment to dry as he walked out to the living room. The wall opposite the apartment door was floor to ceiling windows with thin, nearly see-through curtains that let in plenty of light. He walked over and slid them open. The morning sun was bright and warm on his fur.

He was located in the heart of a city and there were all manner of sky-scrapers around him. Some residential, some commercial. He gave the tip of the toy a long, sensual lick with his slightly rough tongue. Then he kneeled next to the window and gave the suction cup side a much wetter lick. He stuck it to the window with a satisfying slap and gave it a couple tugs to make sure it wouldn't pop off.

He snapped open the cap on the bottle and squeezed out a liberal amount of lube onto his free hand. He cupped the liquid carefully for a moment, the sun glinted off of it, before he smeared it over the toy in a similar fashion to giving it a handjob. The noise the action made was perverse and Wendel grinned toothily and flicked his tail back and forth as he performed the sexual act. When he felt it was sufficiently lubricated, he squirted more into his hand. This he brought to his now half-erect cock and coated it too. Then he discarded the bottle to the side after closing it and turned to face away from the window.

He gave the outside a momentary glance, spied someone on their balcony, and leaned forward. He moved the same hand around to below his tail where he smeared what remained of the lube over his tailhole. A shiver ran down his spine and his sphincter twitched from the attention.

With a sharp breath, he inserted a finger and his cock bobbed from the sensation and a bit of pre shot from the tip and landed on the floor. He worked his finger around a bit, then pushed in a second digit and a larger string of pre shot form his tip and added to the mess with a soft splat.

He started to purr from his administrations and his fingers shifted around for a few more moments before he pulled them out with a slurp. With a check over his shoulder, he lined himself up with the toy and raised his tail up as far as possible. He backed up a bit, felt the tip of the toy touch his left buttock, and he adjusted. Then, with a slow and careful movement, he pressed his slick taint against the lubricious dildo.

The toy head pressed lightly against his moistened hole and a shiver ran down his body. He used a hand to double check everything was in alignment, then, slowly, he pushed backwards and it started to widen his entrance.

Millimeter by millimeter it enlarged his tailhole, the water-based lube made the process easy and added a noisy lewdness to the process. Bit by bit he was spread open until, with a small jolt, the mushroom-shaped head popped inside. A gasp and moan escaped him and the tiniest amount of pain came and went as his sphincter adjusted to the intruding piece of silicone.

A moment later, Wendel began to push again. The toy widened ever so slightly near the middle and he couldn't help but yip as he passed the milestone. The rest of the journey was easy and he slid home with a satisfying slop. He could feel the cool glass through his fur and the toy balls against his perineum and upper sack.

The flynx rested for a moment to enjoy the sensations from his anus and to get used to the admittedly limited size of the toy. His cock had already spewed a couple more strings of pre beneath him and he was nearly fully erect, though his knot was still nestled within his sheath. He decided he would leave it that way for a more intense release.

He could feel the toy vibrate minutely from the reaction of the window to any sound from outside. A particularly heavy gust of wind shook the window and his insides quivered. He bit his lip lightly and his purring increased.

Then, Wendel started to slide back off of the toy a little faster than he had mounted it until just the tip remained. WIth a murr, he went back the other way a little bit faster. He could feel every faux veins molded into the toy pass though his slickened ring. When he reached the end of the journey again, he immediately started back the other way with increased speed.

He repeated it, off and on, back and forth with rapidly faster movements. The sound it made was hotly lewd. Slick, slick. Forward and back. More pre each time the head passed his prostate. His slippery insides quivered and pulsed with escalating pleasure.

Thump... thump... thump!

Each time he slammed home now, his butt smacked against the window and shook it and the toy inside him. Faster he went. Harder he went. He moaned louder with each thud. Then he took a hand and squeezed and played with his now fully inflated knot still nestled erotically within its furred home. He gave it a squeeze, and filled his hand with its fleshy girth.

He was careful not to over-stimulate it, kept his hand away from the base of his knot in order to keep the pleasure going for as long as possible and build up the pressure. He let go and instead held his hand in front of his bouncing shaft, let the pre land on his palm before taking a steady hold and re-lubricated its throbbing length.

He started to yip and purr as he neared his climax. His pre spurts had slowled and his balls started to ready themselves for the release.

Shlick, shlick, wham! Shlick, shlick, wham!

He moved with complete abandon as he impaled himself on the toy over and over again from tip to base. The window, as well as his tail hole, trembled from the onslaught. He shifted his stance downward a bit to get the right angle for the faux penis' tip to press on his prostate with each pass. His hand returned to the sheathed bulge and he pulled up on the base of his knot so that it was pressed in on from both ends, still stuck firmly within the sheath.

He tugged lightly but firmly in time with his ride on the dildo and, moments later, he came. He came hard. His first shot splattered on his chin as he yipped and howled. The second and third shots cleared his chin and landed on the floor a couple feet further. Then, as he continued to ride his toy at a slower and slower pace, his cum lost its velocity with each successive projection until it simply dribbled from the tip.

He stopped a moment later, fully speared upon the window, his tail held high and his rump fully exposed to the city and anyone who happened to be looking. He didn't care. His mind was too caught up in the pleasure and, if anything, he kind of liked the thought of it.

After a few moments, Wendel slid off with a wet slurp and soft pop and his cock started into its post-ejaculation phase and began to lubricate the floor. He paused long enough to take some of the fluids and smear it over his delicate flesh to keep it moist and healthy. Then he stood, careful not to stand in his mess, and turned around to look outside.

As he stood there, he brought his still unblemished hand up to wipe some of the jizz from his chin. He looked at it for a moment then gave it a long, heavy sniff before he stuck a couple fingers into his mouth and tasted it. While it wasn't the most pleasant tasting thing, there was no reason to waste it. The mess on the floor however, would require a more practical method of cleaning up.

And with one last look and two more fingers passed into and out of his muzzle, he pulled the toy from the window with a pop, then turned and headed for the washroom. Out of the corner of his eye, he was pretty sure he had seen one or two people had been looking his way and a grin grew on his muzzle as he went. Perhaps he would do it again.