Breaking in the New Year
"Come on," Dante said with a smile, his eyes shimmering in the pale city light. "We're gonna miss it." He tugged at my paw, half-leading, half-dragging me down the sidewalk. The streets were flooded with furs, tall and short, thin and fat, strong and weak, all with their eyes focused either on each other's asses or the giant clock that stood proud in the middle of Central Square. Voices, laughter, the occasional erotic moan all seemed to blend together to form Pacific City's annual symphony, a New Year's tribute of sorts.
"Blade, come on!" the arctic fox growled, pulling on my arm in a mix of amusement and impatience.
"Alright," I chuckled, pulling my arm away and jogging up beside him. "What's so important that we have to leave the party?" He grinned slyly in that distinctive Dante manner and flicked an eyebrow up.
"You'll just have to wait and see, now won't you?" he said, sticking a tongue out at me. I playfully slapped the back of his head, causing him to laugh and pick up a slightly faster pace as he weaved through the crowd like only he could. Meanwhile, I kept bumping into people, earning insults and shoves as reward for my lack of coordination.
I finally managed to squeeze out of the crowd and catch up to Dante, who looked like he was having a seizure from the back. However, as I walked up beside him, I could see him silently laughing, his teeth shining in the moonlight.
"What's so fucking funny?" I hissed, narrowing my eyes at him. However, that seemed to just make him laugh even harder.
"You, that's what. You looked fucking hilarious back there, bumping into everyone and shit. And then that lizard yelled at you, and you just kind of looked at him with those scared little wolfie eyes. Hahahaha!" As I growled at him and muttered a string of curses under my breath, he chuckled and reached up to ruffle my amethyst-colored hair. "Oh, relax, pup. I'm just pulling your tail. Change your tampon and have a little fun!" I rolled my eyes, but smiled and pushed his shoulder.
"So where are we going, anyway? Does Psyche need you to try on her panties again?" He growled softly, his paws curling into fists at his sides.
"Blade...We don't talk about that...Remember?"
"Oh, my mistake. I thought you enjoyed wearing her black latex thong. I mean, you looked pretty happy when you put it on."
"Shut up, Blade, before I tape your mouth shut." I could tell he was getting mad, as he turned to look at me and snorted like a bull, his eye twitching wildly.
"What, you didn't like the way it hugged your junk? I guess when you said, 'Oooh, these feel kinda nice,' you meant something else."
"...Screw...you..." I laughed, but he suddenly grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me into the lobby of a nearby building, with gleaming blue tiles and sparkling fountains adorning the walls. A young deer sat behind the desk, and a gold-and-black logo of two hands holding a glowing orb and a swirling black mass on the wall behind her. Dante walked up to the desk, put his elbow down on the counter, and rested his chin on his clenched fist.
"Yes, please hold a moment, ma'am." The deer pressed a button on the phone, and looked up at Dante. "Can I help you, sir?"
"Yes, my name is Dante Valin. I made a deal with your boss last week, if you'll remember." She seemed shocked, but she looked down to flip through a notebook in front of her, and nodded.
"Mr. Valin...Yes, the top floor. I do indeed remember. So this is him?" she asked, looking at me with painfully green eyes.
"Yep. That's him."
"Hmm...Nice. Here's the keycard. Have a nice night, Mr. Valin." she said, pulling a card from her notebook and holding it out.
"Thank you." He took the card, looked back at me, twitched his head towards a nearby hallway, and walked off. I had to wonder what was going on, but as it was Dante, I knew it was nothing to worry about, so I followed him onto an open elevator, its walls acting as a sort of mirror as I looked at it, and saw myself standing there. I can't say I looked too bad; black fur with streaks of purple, purple eyes, a pretty muscular build, but nothing too bold. My headfur draped down to my shoulders in a ponytail, something that I thought gave me a sort of wild and dangerous look.
"We're here," Dante said as the door slid open, revealing a large apartment-style room with windows on every wall. Fine silk drapes, a crystaline dome around the light, casting bright discs of white and blue across every surface in the room. At the back was a double bed dressed in black with clothes and a note on it. I walked over and picked up the note, unfolding it and scanning my eyes across the chaotic black ink. It read:
Mr. Valin,
I did as you asked, as part of our agreement. You already fulfilled your part of the bargin, so use the room as you see fit. And don't worry; I've ordered all staff to keep away from this room unless you call for them. Consider it a small bonus,
Isaac Rasputin,
Owner
I chuckled, tossing the note back onto the bed, and looked back at the elevator. However, Dante was nowhere to be seen. I looked around in the kitchen, the storage area, everywhere he could possibly be. As I began to think that he had simply vanished, I saw him standing out on the balcony, the door closed behind him. I walked outside beside him and tapped him on the shoulder. However, he didn't look over at me.
"Blade...do you remember the day we met?" He said, looking down over the city with a blank look in his eyes, as if in a trance.
"Y-yeah...How could I not?" I said, wondering what was wrong, but deciding to play along. "I was staying down on the thirteenth floor for a business meeting here in the city. I had packed up my stuff, had my travel case in my hand, and then you-"
"Come running down the hall, and I pluck your wallet from your pocket as I run by. You didn't even notice until I had already turned the corner," he finished with a laugh.
"I toss my stuff down and run after you. You busted through a door and jump down the stairs, but I still manage to keep up."
"Yeah," he said. "You were always a fast bugger...You didn't manage to catch me until I get out onto the sidewalk, though. You grab me by the shoulder and demand your wallet back, and I say-"
"'Cool your ass, I don't know what you're talking about!' I reach down into my pocket, and sure enough, my wallet's back. I still don't know how you did that."
"And you never will. And then I'm like, 'You know, since I have your attention, I'm Dante. How'd you like to go grab a bite to eat?'"
"Been friends since..." I laugh and put my hand on his shoulder. "What made you think about that, man?" I ask, leaning over to look him in the face.
At that moment in time, I was about twenty-seven years old. I was a bit of a nomad and had been since I was sixteen, so I had done a bit of traveling over the years. Over the years, I had seen a lot of things. Good things, bad things, weird things, scary things...But that day, I saw something I had never seen; I saw something that made me hurt.
I saw my best friend crying, tears running down his cheeks like a waterfall. I hadn't noticed anything when he was talking, but now that I looked at him, I could see it plain as day.
"Dante...What's wrong?" My hand, still on his shoulder, turned him around to face me and gently massaged the flesh and fur beneath it. He looked up at me, as he was a few inches shorter than me, and I could see him shaking nervously.
"I...I mean...You..." he stuttered, his previously cocky and collected attitude shattering like glass right before me. He threw himself forward against me, pressing his head to my chest.
"It's alright, Dante...It's okay...Just tell me what's wrong..." I cooed as I petted his head.soothingly. He choked a bit, cleared his throat, and looked up at me, his eyes glazed with fear and pain.
And then, as a loud metallic bell sounded through the city, I felt his lips press against mine.
It took me a moment to register what was going on, I'll be honest. Everything seemed to fly by at the speed of light, nothing really making sense. However, once I managed to recover, Dante pulled away, shaking like a cold, wet dog.
"Blade...I'm so...I didn't...Please..." Before he could explain, though, I grabbed him by the shoulders, looked him in the eyes, and leaned forward to gently, softly kiss him. As I put my paws on his back and held him close, I could feel him relax and kiss back.
Words weren't needed as we stood there on the balcony above the city, the sounds of celebration and joy echoing through the concrete jungle. Reality didn't matter as I held this beautiful fox in my arms, letting him know that I loved him as best I could. Time stopped as our breath grew quick and hard, forming a cloud around us in the cool winter air as our embrace grew more and more needy and heated, our hands wandering over each other's body and our tongues dancing together in steps that almost seemed rehersed, they were so smooth and perfect.
I was the one to pull away this time, causing Dante to whine in protest. However, as I swept him off his feet and carried him inside towards the bed, his tune changed almost immediately from one of annoyance and impatience to one of need and anticipation, as he stretched up in my arms and began to plant soft kisses along the side of my neck, causing me to growl lustfully, set him down on the bed, and climb on top of him, licking along his cheeks and face.
As I reached down and gently rubbed his quickly hardening crotch, I felt him tug on my shirt and mumble something under his breath. I leaned in closer and whispered, "What?"
He looked up at me, grabbed me by the sides, and said, "No." I quickly found myself spinning as he rolled us over, me now on my back and him on top of me, smiling in that distinctive Dante manner.
"What? But I-" He pressed a finger to my lips, shook his head, and reached up to slide his shirt over his head, revealing a fuzzy white body with slim, toned muscle that made my cock pulse beneath him.
"Oooh," he said as he tossed his shirt away and grinded his crotch against mine, causing me to moan softly and arch my back towards him. "Someone's eager...Aren't they?" I nodded, digging my claws through the blanket beneath me and panting like a bitch in heat. "Well...should I take care of that?" I nodded again, and this time, he raised himself up off of me and pulled his pants down, revealing a black latex thong, tented against his hard, throbbing cock.
"W-well, well," I said, fighting to retain my self-control. If he was going to torment me like this, I deserved to poke at him as well. "I thought you didn't like wearing panties?"
"Shut up, Blade," he said with a smile as he rolled his hips against mine, causing me to buck up instinctively.
"Oh, but then again, a thong's quite different from your standard pair of panties, aren't they?" I asked, not letting him get to me. However, I suddenly howled in pleasure as he undid my jeans and grasped my dick, slowly running his paw up and down the shaft.
"That's better," he said, letting go of my meat for but a moment as he pulled my jeans off and threw them off with his clothes, then grabbing me again and slowly, painfully slowly beating me off, causing me to groan and tense beneath him. "Now say it."
"S-say what?" I gasped as he reached another paw down and began to fondle my balls.
"That you're my bitch and that your ass is mine to use as I please."
"Why would I say oh god!" I howled as he leaned down and licked up the shaft of my cock, sending white-hot bolts of pleasure up my spine.
"Say it. I know you can." For a moment, I hesitated, but as I looked up over towards him and locked eyes with him. As I looked into those beautiful eyes, one blue and one green, shining in the light like two priceless gemstones, I got it. I knew. Dante had been abandoned by his parents as a pup, and as his foster father never payed attention to him, he had to operate out in the streets to get so much as a bite of bread. All his life, he had been at the mercy of others, always playing by their rules...
But now, all he wanted was to feel like he made the rules for once.
"...I'm your bitch," I said, forcing each word out as if it were a deadly spawn of Hell. "...and my ass is yours to use as you please..."
"That's better. Now let's get you taken care of, wolfie." I wondered what he meant for a moment, but I suddenly felt something cold and wet press against my tailhole, and as I looked down towards my fox, I saw him holding a bottle of lube and applying it to his fingers, then coating my hole with it.
"G-god, that's cold..." I said, surprised at how weak and fragile I sounded. I sounded like a bitch...but then again...
"It'll warm up," he said, setting the bottle down in front of the bed, standing up and pulling the thong off, then climbing up onto the bed and getting down on his knees in front of me . He grabbed my legs by the ankles and hoisted them up onto his shoulders, then pressed his cock against my tailhole. "This will hurt for a moment...but I promise I'll be as gentle as possible. Okay?" I nodded, bracing myself for what was about to come.
And then I felt like something was ripping me in half.
I roared in pain, digging my claws into the bed and tensing up, but that only made things worse, as I could practically feel my entire being shattering.
"Shh...relax, baby," Dante cooed, leaning over me and kissing my cheek. He then took my cock in his paws and began to run his fingers up and down it, trying to distract me as my body got used to the invader in my ass. Sure enough, I could feel my body begin to relax, and the pain quickly faded into a nice, full feeling.
"...You...can go ahead, Dante...It doesn't hurt anymore." He nodded, kissed me one last time on the lips, and began to push his way into me, stopping every so often to let me adjust, until he hilted himself in me, and pulled slowly out of me. This time, I couldn't help but moan and push down on his cock, trying to get more of it into me. Dante obviously noticed this, because he chuckled and slammed back into me, sending sparks up my spine and causing me to cry out in pleasure.
He grabbed me by the hips and sped up a touch, finding a nice and steady pace as he gently fucked me, careful but assertive all the while. I reached down and tried to jerk myself off, but he knocked my hand away and replaced it with his own, matching his rhythm as he humped my ass on my cock.
"Oh god...Dante..." I whimpered, overwhelmed with pleasure. "Have you...oooh...done this before?"
"No..." he said, surprisingly in control of himself. "I've never had sex at all..."
"How...nice for me, huh?" I said, and made a noise somewhere between a laugh and a moan. He smiled, and leaned forward against me, speeding his thrusts up in a frantic and eager manner. His tongue hung out of his muzzle, his breathing sharp and ragged, and he whispered, "God, Blade...I can't last very much longer..."
"It's okay, hun," I said between deep breaths. "Don't hold it in...Let me have it...Cum inside me..." He looked me in the eyes, lust and love bright within them, and nodded, and with one final thrust, he buried his cock deep inside me and released, his cock twitching madly as he painted my insides with his seed, and half-howled, half-moaned.
The mix of the smell of his musk, the feeling of his hot cum in my ass, and the sounds he was making was enough to send me over the edge. I threw my head back and moaned, letting my load go against his stomach and chest.
I don't know how long it was before we came down. Seconds, minutes, hours...Time had ceased to exist for us. But eventually, my beautiful fox looked down at me, pulled out of my ass, and fell down beside me, his chest heaving as he fought to gain control of his breathing. I looked over at him, smiled, and as he looked up at me, I licked his face, causing him to wince and giggle in the back of his throat.
"Blade..." he said, pulling himself as close to me as he could and smiling. "Thank you...so much."
"For what?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
"For...everything...Supporting me, keeping me safe...being my friend..." I chuckled, and kissed his forehead.
"Dante, you're my best friend. Why wouldn't I do that?"
"Yeah..." he said, biting his lip nervously. "Um...Blade...would you...maybe...like to be my mate? I mean, I understand if you don't, but I know that I-" He was silenced as I kissed him on the lips, then smiled down at him gently.
"I would like that, Dante. I would like that a lot." His eyes beamed, and in a completely un-Dante move, he wrapped his arms around me and dug his muzzle into my chest.
"I love you, Blade." I put my arms around him, and rested my head on his.
"Love you too, Dante. Love you too."
As I held my new boyfriend close, basking in his heat and he in mine, I couldn't help but look out the window at the night sky and smile.
What a way to start a new year, I thought, and drifted off to sleep with my love in my arms.