Fennac Heaven
"Fennac Heaven"
A Greymantle Studios Production
(c) 2004
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Standard crap: Don't alter, sell, or distribute illegally...blah blah blah. Rin tin tin. Enjoy my first piece of 2004! Contact info at bottom. Cheers. :)
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Riule clawed the wood floor desperately as his lover drove his cock deep under his tail, his bushy fox tail pushed aside and his body opening up to his new boyfriend. The pressure in his balls was intense, he'd never felt anyone pleasure those spots deep below him and he gave a long, thin howl of lust whenever his dominant's cockhead touched his sensitive prostate. Riule soon felt what he craved the most; his yiff partner's canine knot touching between his cheeks and rubbing roughly against his tailhole. He let out a weak scream as his lover grunted, grabbing at Riule's neckfur in his ectasy and using it as a lever to shove his knot inside, the painful sounds of the fox under him making his pleasure all the more intense and letting out a long moan as the fox's spasming muscles closed up around the back of his knot. Riule panted and gasped breathlessly as his wildly thrusting partner wrapped his fingers around the submissive fox's dripping erection. The fox's little body could stand no more and he let out a half-painful, half-pleasureful howl of triumph and his eyes shut tightly as he rode out his orgasm, spurting cum out onto the leading male's fingers and the floor below.
Riule's lover soon followed his bitch and joined his cries in, his grip on Riule's pulsating shaft firming up and his searing hot foxcum spilling deep inside the all too willing ass below. After a few more rapid, pummeling thrusts, his balls finally emptied and he laid to his side, holding his lover in his arms. Riule's back rubbed roughly against his dominant and the knot of steaming flesh held their bodies together. Riule heard his lover whisper something in his ear and he had to strain to hear it...
"...and nice today, with temperatures in the seventies or early eighties. For the west side of the state there's some storm clouds moving in..."
Riule's eyes shot open just inches away from his alarm clock, the enourmous red letters boring their way into his sensitive vision. He blinked and muttered a curse, covering his head with his bright blue blanket and his right paw sneaking out from under the covers to hit the snooze button. He missed on first try, smacking his poor paw on his jewlery box, making his whole arm ache. He growled in irritaion as the weather guy continued his montage of boring newscast. He brought his hand down again and scored a solid hit, making the room go silent again and he let out a sigh of relief.
His eyes opened slightly again as his sensitive nose picked up the pheremones of an aroused male fox under his covers and the hypnotic smell of fresh male cum. He groaned as his body finally noticed that he had an almost painful erection, forcing him to turn over on his back, his fully aroused foxcock brushing against the soft cotton and making him murr in arousal. His hands wandered southwards to his swollen sheath and wrapped his right paw around the base of his throbbing foxhood and the other paw tracing his balls and sheath. He shook his head in slight annoyance at himself and sighed.
So I need another orgasm, big deal. It'll only take me a few minutes considering how aroused I am... He thought as he reached over the side of the bed with his left hand until he found a slightly too-thick Triginometry book and flipped the cover open, his fingertips finding the spine of what he was searching for and brought back to his vision the highly circulated and always hot "Fennac Heaven" magazine. His eyes drank in the delicious hips of the slight but very innocent-looking fox on the cover, playfully hugging his arms and smiling big for the camera. He was clad in nothing but a pair of white jeans and shot from the hips up, turned slightly away and a magical glint in his emerald-green eyes, his flame-red fur shining like a fire in the fog. The words "Fennac Heaven" were emblazoned on the top, laid over the tiptop of the fox's ears and the standard headlines about the pictures inside flanking the beautiful fox. Riule bought the new issue every month, but he kept going back to this one from three months ago with Jamie in it. Jamie was a one time visitor to the Fennac Heaven photo shoots, the editors finding that he didn't have much of an effect on most of their readers due to his fragile looking frame and his utter refusal to be mounted for the shoot. Although his face was one of the most beautiful on the face of the earth, he was not given a second chance because he wouldn't get yiffed.
Riule shook his head and opened the porn mag to the center, finding his star foxie laid out on his stomach on a bed, another fox kneeling before him, his 8 incher sliding into Jamie's mouth. Riule quickly flipped through the pictures and, having sufficient material, tossed the blankets off of him and started rapidly pawing at his eager black wolfcock, letting out a soft sigh and imagining that he was mounting that beautiful fox, thrusting under his shiny tail and sinking up to the hilt then pulling back out to the tip...
In his mind, Jamie was howling and begging for more, roughly throwing his body backward at Riule's hips and letting loose a steady stream of moans. Riule quickly jerked his hard meat, his balls beginning to swell and his mind moved to the fantasy he had had last night and he imagined himself back in on all fours under that wonderful canine and being tied and mated with an animalistic fury. Still he hadn't cum, so his mind raced again and he found himself with Jamie under him and the nameless fox at his rear pounding his body. He groaned and threw his head back into the pillows, letting out a bearly audible whimper as his cum shot out from his cocktip and into the air, landing halfway up his chest and pooling near his balls. Riule's body squirmed under the intense pleasures and just as soon as they had started, his body finished and his last spasm of cum oozed out of his swollen cocktip.
Riule panted softly and rested, his eyes closed and his cum daubed paw resting atop his throbbing erection. In his heart he wished his fantasies would come true, but in this town it seemed every fox he met was either straight or not looking and all he had was that issue of Fennac Heaven with beautiful beautiful Jamie on the cover. He sighed and brought his paw up to his mouth, licking it clean and grooming the fur, still wondering why he so enjoyed the taste of his own cum so much. He sucked his fingers clean and looked down at his bellyfur, areas matted down and stuck together from his load and his slowly softening cock laying in a small puddle of his now cool cream, making him shudder in sudden discomfort.
Riule tossed his feet over the side of the bed and pushed the rest of his blankets off, shimmying his neck and all the way down his body in true canine fashion to wake himself up. He reached down to his jewelry box which he had knocked onto the floor and found his collection of rings and necklaces for every occasion, sifting through them with a clawtip to find his favorite, a silver charm shaped in the symbol of the Egyption character for love. He unfurled the gold chain and swept it around his neck, snapping it into place and sliding a white shirt over his shoulders, covering up his pendant. He sighed and grabbed some tissues to finish cleaning up his messy belly, tossing them with a wet thunk into the meshed trashcan and pulling on some underwear and pants, pausing to slip on some shoes before trodding down the stairs to the kitchen.
He passed the doorway to the family room and saw his parents out the corner of his eye, sitting in their usual corners of the room, his dad watching some surgery show on TV and his mom doing bills as usual. He quietly slipped past and into the kitchen, grabbing whatever remained of that saturday morning's breakfast and snarfing it down, drowning the meal in grape juice and quietly padding back up the stairs to find his CD player and dashing silently out the front door. He checked his pockets and found two stray twenties from yesterday beside pocket lint and a few pennies. He turned on his radio to the local soft rock station and jogged off, inserting the earbuds in and the music guiding his steps along.
It was a beautiful morning but Riule was strangely saddened by it. His dream returned to him and reminded that it had been over a year since he had last yiffed someone and his dull sex life was beginning to get to him. And if things weren't bad enough for his mood, the band on the radio was singing of love lost and never refound. He scoffed and turned his player to sample all the other stations but found that nothing satisfied his taste and pulled his earphones out, stuffing his CD player into his back pocket and listening to the sounds of his neighborhood and his own breathing.
He rounded the corner to his street and dashed across the street to the local stripmall, slowing to a walk, his panting a little too audible in the covered walkway. He opened the door to the black-walled music shop, dodging the patrons leaving and jumped inside, disappearing into the aisles of music. His fingers trailed over several albulms he was looking at and he eventually narrowed his search down to two, one a white-covered, softer-sounding CD, the second a black-cased, hard rock album.
He bit his lip as he thought about his choice and eventully decided on the black album and made his way towards the counter, dodging the more rude customers that this store attracted in droves. He idily started reading the copyright notices, wondering if anybody could make out the tiny, fine-fine print when something caught his eye. He tilted the CD slightly and saw the blazing-red eartips and bright-green eyes. His heart raced and he tilted the case a little further down, then groaned as he saw that his tormentor wore a shirt reading "Women's Volleyball '03". She laughed as he chatted with her friend, and didn't notice his spying on her. Riule sighed and paid for his CD, dumping whatever measly change he had left into his pocket and walked dimly out of the store.
He took his CD player from his pocket and slumped down into the nearest wire-frame chair outside, sighing in frustration and opening his CD to listen to his new tunes. He popped the case open after much struggling with the protective plastic wrap he dropped his prize onto his player and pressed play. He twirled the CD on his right thumb, smiling slightly as awesomely loud music blared through his headphones then froze halfway on the way back to putting the old disc back in the CD case.
There! Over there! Riule's eyes drank in a white-tipped fox tail as it poked out of a juice-store and followed it up to examine the rest of its owner. He almost drooled at the insanely cute hips that held the just-right sized cargo jeans in place and a finely ribbed black shirt and silver necklace. When Riule's eyes fianlly reached his target's face, he couldn't stop his muzzle from dropping open in suprise. Before he could stop himself, he heard himself utter...
"Jamie!" Immediately the fox's eyes shot his way, a puzzled look on his face. Ruile realized what he just did and wanted to run and hide somewhere, but he knew that was impossible. He had comitted the first move, it was now time to see if he could speak coherantly to the fox he was lusted after for months as he came closer, sucking on the straw of his juice.
"Hi. Did you just call my name?" Jamie asked, the most adorable look on his face of sheer innocence.
Ruile fought to pop the earphones out of his head, mumbling nervously. "Umm...well...I just recognized you from...you don't know me but...I mean..."
Jamie smiled and giggled at the poor fox's reaction. He had totally unhinged his mind. "Is this about that magazine shoot I did?"
Riule blushed deeply, smiling to try and hide his embaressment. "Yeah..."
Jamie laughed, his tender voice sounding so melodic to the trembling Riule. He sat down in the chair facing his nervous fan and smiled, holding out his paw in greeting. "Well, you obviously know my first name, but my full name is Jamie Bell. I'm here on vacation. And you are?"
Riule took the paw, shaking it and hoping that Jamie didn't notice how much he was shaking and how clammy his hand was. "I'm Riule...uh Cavors. I live here. Uh, I mean around here."
Jamie giggled at the young fox's nervousness and put his paw on his shoulder. "Hey, don't get to scared, we porn stars are people too...Loosen up a little..."
Riule had to restain himself from jumping at the friendly touch. "Ok, I'll try."
"Ok then, why don't you show me around? Get me aquanted with the town?"
Riule almost jumped out of his chair in suprise. "Uh...um...sure! Why not?"
Jamie smiled and Riule wondered if maybe he was deliberately trying to look as adorable as possible. "All right then hon, show me around."
Riule shot out of his chair and held his hand out to Jamie to help him up. The star fox almost blushed in suprise, trying to remember the last time it was when a guy actually treated him with such respect and curteousy, especially since his fiasco with the porn industry. Riule tried to resist the urge to squeeze his idol's hand, but only half-succeeded, causing Jamie to smile politely. The two foxes walked down the mall, Riule trying to keep a straight face as he pointed out all of the various shops.
Jamie wasn't really listening; he'd seen all the stores already. The excited fox certainly had seen the issue of "Fennac Heaven" and Jamie was trying to test him as to whether he could keep his paws to himself. Just because he did a photo shoot with an ex-boyfriend didn't mean he would bed anyone who came along, and as charming as Riule was turning out to be, he was still cautious of him. He snapped back into play when the first of his self-appointed tests came along: the red-light district. Suprisingly, Riule made no comment about the district or it's happenings except a passing remark to "I've heard that you can buy cheap porn down there, but I've never tried to go there myself."
The adult actor smiled inwardly. First test passed, you kept your paws and eyes to yourself and treated me like a friend, not a sexual conquest. Good job foxie.
"There's our theatre." Riule pointed at the top of a hill. "The seats there smell like furs have spooged in it for twenty years and no one has bothered to clean it."
Jamie chuckled at the slightly gross joke and picked at a clawtip while they walked. You're beginning to fail the second test foxie! Jamie thought to himself as they walked past a few resteraunts, the smells of cooking filling the air and making him slightly hungry. You're doing so well, don't fail me now...
Riule turned around and walked backwards so he could look at his new friend as he moved. "Hungry? My treat?"
Jamie couldn't help but smile as the eager fox passed the second test with flying colors. "Sure, but what about those other resteraunts we passed?"
Riule wrinkled his nose. "Yech, I went to each one of those once. The first one overcooked their food, the second didn't get cleaned very often, and the other one was shut down a few years ago for spoiled meat." He stopped talking long enough to hold his hand out to Jamie as they stopped at the bottom of some stairs that led up to the resteraunt. Jamie grinned and took the hand as the fox guided him up to the top in true chivelrous fashion.
A part of him still screamed "tail chaser!" but was just as quickly silenced by its rival, "gentleman!". He couldn't resist the temptation and what did he have to lose? He gave in...
Riule gulped as he felt the obviously deliberate squeeze on his paw just as they reached the top of the stairs and felt his body temperature begin to rise. He had to admit how much he liked Jamie, "Fennac Heaven" or not. Sure, he admired the body he had underneath those loose-fit cargo pants and black shirt and he commanded his mind away from such images...but he also admired him as a person...
Reality check! He screamed inwardly. Desperation! Desperation!
Riule mentally slapped himself and released Jamie's hand as they came to the resturant door. His arm shot out and reached for the door handle. Jamie took a sharp inward breath and catapulted his own paw out, grabbing the obviously nervous fox's wrist and patting it gently back towards his side.
Jamie smiled sweetly and his eyes shone as his right paw curled around the door handle. "My turn." He whispered and pulled, the glass door swinging open and using his foot to block the return swing, motioning the awestruck fox inside. Riule stepped inside, ordering his body to move gracefully, but only half of the small mercy being denied from him as he reeled from the small gesture.
Jamie stepped behind the his new vulpine friend and looked down as a glint caught his eye. His vision glared closer at the object, then reconciled that it was just the plastic casing of the CD that he had bought earlier. Jamie's eyes, however, drank in the details. Just on the edges of Riule's tail the red fur was tipped with the tiniest specks of black. His vision moved further down and traveled around the white tailtip, finding that it wasn't in fact purely white; the tip was like a dirty white. Like a shirt that had had too many washes. He tore his sight away from Riule's mesmerizing tail and back to the waitress addressing Riule. During his visial journy, a scant few seconds had passed, but had also reconciled another thought for Jamie: he liked the fox a lot.
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Riule and Jamie stepped from the resturant a half-hour later after a long and almost silent lunch. Jamie had tried to kick off a conversation several times, asking about the town, what college Riule wanted to go to, but he had always blushed and answered in one sentance answers. Jamie was beginning to worry, but the little smiles that he caught from his new friend had reassured him. He was nervous, probably a first timer, but very at ease with his sexuality. He took the next big step and grabbed Riule's paw, snaking his fingers between his own.
Jamie felt the fox jump and gave his paw a little reassuring squeeze. Riule relaxed a little, but was on a high state of nervousness as they walked through the city park. His eyes occasionally stole a glace at Jamie's hand as it held his, then darted back to the glares of the angry bigots who occasionally sprinkled the town. His heart panged and beat like a drum. It panged for Jamie, to swoop him right in his arms and kiss him, and it beat out of the nervousness that kept him away from kissing him. His mind fought with him and his thoughts beat his will senseless...
All too soon however, Riule saw Jamie turn to him as they reached the lobby of a hotel, reaching out and holding his other paw and looking into his eyes.
"This is the hotel I'm staying at. I have a lot of phone calls to make, but..." Jamie started, but Riule jumped at his chance.
"Can I walk you up?" Riule almost squealed in joy. Jamie smiled and nuzzled the fox's nose with his own.
"Course you can."
Riule gripped Jamie's paw and they walked towards the imitation gold elevators, the hotel's logo stamped on both doors. Riule gave Jamie's paw a little squeeze again, this time a little more insistent as the doors parted with a mechanical ding from the elevator bell. Two stories later and four doors down at 307 the two stopped and Riule looked in Jamie's eyes, trying to absorb whatever feelings came from those deep, green mirrors, trying to understand what he was supposed to do now.
Jamie's mind was a blur. He tried to speak, to tell Riule to call him tomorrow. To try and tell him that they would have lunch and a proper date tomorrow...
But all he could say was, "Uh, thanks for lunch...Um...I'll see you around?"
Riule nodded and quickly released Jamie's hands, smiling shyly at him. "Uh, yeah, sure."
"Same time, same place?" Jamie chuckled as he let the programmed responses flow from his lips where he wished a different question had gone. Riule bit his lip and nodded.
Jamie sighed and looked at his room door, sliding his card key into the slot and quickly dashing inside, the door clicking shut behind him. He dropped the card to the floor and feel to the floor, leaning against the door and tapping his head against the composite wood.
Stupid stupid stupid! Get up right now! He yelled inwardly at himself. Suddenly the seconds seemed like hours and the sound of Riule's footfalls getting further and further away...
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Riule sighed and turned his back on the closed door of 307, walking towards the elevators, but his mind screaming rebukes at him.
Riule! What the HELL are you doing? Get back there right now! Turn! Now! Knock on Jamie's door and tell him how much you like him! Go! What the hell are you thinking?! He stopped walking and slowly turned, his eyes finding Jamie's door and examining it.
You fool! RUN! KNOCK! NOW!
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Jamie gritted his teeth and stood up. Now or never.
He closed his eyes and his mind gave him a final order.
You fool! Open the goddamn door! Get Riule before he leaves! His fingers played at the door handle...
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At the exact second it took Jamie to rip the door open to his hotel room and for Riule to raise his fist in an attempt to knock on the door, a clock somewhere stuck 6 PM. In another part of the world a snowflake irritated a moutain climber, a man missed his taxicab, a woman recieved a bouqet of roses, and a locksmith just showed up to let an infuriated jaguar back into his house.
Riule's heart raced and skipped a beat as he watched in horror and joy as the door to 307 opened. His eyebrow twitched and his tail lowered a few inches. He slowly lowered his paw to his side and laughed nervously.
Jamie gulped as he saw Riule lower his hand, trying to figure out why exactly he opened that door. His mind blanked and he laughed with the slightly trembling fox.
Riule took a deep breath and blinked hard to collect his thoughts. "Jamie, I..."
The fox quickly silenced Riule with a finger to his lips. "My name isn't really Jamie...it's Daniel. Jamie is a stage name FH gave me to make me sound more innocent."
Riule smiled and took a step forward, finding courage to look Daniel in the eyes. "Daniel, I like you a lot...I was wondering if maybe you'd be free tomorrow..."
Daniel stepped forward and grabbed Riule's waist, his paws quickly running up his back and holding the back of his head as he gave him a long, deep kiss, his tongue playing inside the suprised but grateful fox's muzzle. Riule's paws found Daniel's waist and held him close as he returned the kiss. Just as soon as it began, it was over and Daniel stepped backward again, smiling down at the grinning Riule.
"I'm not really 27." Daniel whispered. "I'm 19."
Riule smiled. "Eighteen."
"Call me?" Daniel asked, cocking his head to the side. Riule nodded and Daniel whispered the number into his ear so softly he had to strain to hear it.
Riule smiled. "I will." Daniel kissed Riule's nose and stepped back inside his room and shutting the door with a click.
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