Betting Your Ass
This is a story gift for Ark deVi Delacriox. Ark is his intellectual property, used with permission, and approved for this submission. Declan, and this story, is my intellectual property, and permission is to be obtained before using the character, with my thanks.
This story contains homosexual sex between two adult male anthropomorphic characters. If you do not wish to read, then turn back now.
Betting Your Ass
By Declan Xavier
The white-furred feline smiled as he laid his cards on the table. "Straight, jack high," he purred, a French accent barely tinting his words.
The fox on the other side of the table smiled, but in a somewhat defeated way. It was a nice change from the confident smirk he had worn all night. "A pair of tens..." he said, showing he was not bluffing.
Ark clapped his hands together as he saw that he had finally won their battle of luck, skill, and nerves. Just barely, though, as all the feline was wearing was a pair of thigh-high fishnet stockings and a smile. He didn't care though, he loved showing off his body. He was slim, in his early twenties, and thought himself as something more than just a cute face. Besides, he never got any complaints. His fur was a blindingly pure white, soft and thick to boot.
The fox stood, not wearing the reluctant aura of a loser. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his black silk boxers, the only thing he was wearing, and slowly started to drag them down his thighs. Declan was covered with a layer of short, wiry fur. Touching him was like touching a ball of orange steel wool. Well, that wasn't entirely true, Declan wasn't entirely orange. His stomach and chest were covered in white fur that lacked Ark's gentleness, and he had a fox's usual brown 'socks' and 'gloves,' as well as two spires of black that came from his eyes and went straight down his nose, almost making him look raccoon-like at times.
The feline's clapping halted as he watched the display. Slowly, almost torturously, the fox's white sheath and heavy orbs appeared. It was like watching the end of a lunar eclipse, and Ark could not help but be fascinated by it. The fabric disappeared from Ark's view, which was locked on the fox's package. The rest of Declan's legs were unimportant. After all, wasn't the point of strip poker to get your opponent naked?
Ark swallowed as he continued to stare, imagining what that fluffy white tube contained. It was all he could do to prevent licking his lips and drooling. Slowly, Declan resumed his seat, hiding Ark's prize from view. The feline pouted a bit, but watched curiously as the fox picked up the deck of cards and started to shuffle them again.
"But Declan, mon ami, I have won."
The fox shook his head. "No, one more hand."
"What would be the purpose?" The feline asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.
"Dominance," Declan gave the simple reply as he dealt the cards quickly between the feline and himself. Scooping up his own hand, Ark glanced at the cards. He knew by now that Declan's poker face was formidable, and so he didn't bother to even try and read the fox. Instead, he focused on his own cards and his strategy for winning. He wasn't of an assertive personality normally, but the chance to dominate a creature like Declan was just too good to pass up.
Ark's tail-tip twitched as he noticed that he had two pair, kings and sevens. If he swapped out the five of clubs in his hand and got either of those two that would make a full house. Even if he didn't get a king or a seven in return, two pair was nothing to sneeze at. Daintily, almost cocky, the feline set his discard on the table. "One, please."
Declan dealt out the single card and then took two of his own after placing a pair of cards face down on the table. Ark winced a little when he noticed that he had exchanged his five for a two; not the full house he thought would guarantee his dominance. For a moment, the anticipation between them lingered. Ark, not being a very patient creature, did not let the feeling go on too long, though. "Call," he announced cheerily.
The white feline gave an arrogant little shrug as he lay the cards face up on the table. "Two pair, kings and sevens. Beat that, Declan."
The fox's face fell, but then slowly, a sinister smile crept onto his features. Declan laid his hand on the table. "Three sixes."
Ark sighed and rolled his eyes. "Bad enough that you beat me," he said with a little pout. "But to do so with such a cliché. I should be insulted."
"You should be afraid," Declan said.
Ark gasped as Declan upended the card table, tossing it aside easily. By the time any words of protest got to his lips, the fox was upon him, grabbing him roughly by the shoulders. Ark's vision blurred as he was turned around and pushed hard against the far wall. He threw his hands out at the last moment to prevent his face from contacting the drywall.
Ark's ears swiveled back as he heard a wet slurping noise come from behind him. He couldn't see what his randy partner was doing, but he had a pretty good idea of what was coming next. He lifed his tail, nerves tingling with anticipation. It was not longer, however, before the expectation turned into experience. A moistened finger fond its target underneath the feline's raised tail with very little pretense.
"Mon dieu," Ark whimpered softly. It was only a matter of seconds between he moment the last hand was played and feeling one of Declan's spit-covered digits begging for entrance into his most intimate of regions. He was just glad Declan still had the control and foresight not to try and go in dry.
"Tonight," came a whisper, the breath scalding on Ark's ear. "I -am- your god."
With that last word, Ark felt the finger push past his tight anal ring. There was a moment of discomfort, there was, that Ark struggled to suppress. Focusing on his breathing, Ark relaxed his tailhole. The slickened fingered slid in, and Ark whimpered a bit as Declan started to work it against those muscles. Slowly, Ark felt more and more of Declan's finger slip into his body, making the insides slick and loose. He knew that hoping Declan would be gentle was pointless, given how quickly the horny fox had dived on his nearly-naked body.
The finger was soon joined by a second, and Ark felt Declan start to stretch him wider. The feeling of being filled caused him to moan out, and his tail lashed back and forth, hitting Declan's nose more than once. The fox did not seem all too concerned, however, as he pushed his fingers in deeper. The feline rose onto his tiptoes as he felt the fingers push against his prostate. He grunted at the mix of pleasure of discomfort that rose from his loins.
Ark's barbed feline shaft, which had been rock hard since about midway through their little game, was now dribbling a thin rivulet of precum down his length and onto the floor. The musk of his own arousal was strong, though he probably exaggerated its strength due to the fact that Declan's wiggling fingers inside his ass was causing him to pant. The more air he drew in, the sharper his own arousal got. He gritted his teeth as Declan gave a particularly hard shove against the inner walls of his ass.
With a moist sucking sound, the fox removed his fingers from Ark's tight ass, looking down at his handiwork. Declan wrapped the left hand around the base of his shaft, positioning the tapered tip against the stretched and slightly reddened hole. Ark let out a little whimper of pleasure as he felt the head of that hot canine cock rub against his formerly tight tailhole.
The muscles parted easily around the tip of Declan's crimson cock, sliding into the spit-slickened passage with only the most modest of resistances. Ark let out a low moan at first, which rose in pitch and volume as more of that veined meat was fed into his backside. After the first inch was nestled in place, Ark felt the fox's hot breath on the back of his neck, steamy vapor staining his white fur a shade of wet grey. The feline's hair stood on end as he felt a set of sharp fangs slowly near and then pinch the skin of his neck, holding him still without puncturing his flesh.
Ark let out a breathless whimper as he felt Declan start to roll his hips back and forth, the hot rod of fox dick moving deeper than the fingers ever quested. He felt the pressure against his bundle of male nerves deepen and then relax as the fox cock regrettably receded. Ark tensed his thighs, trying to hold his hips as still as possible as Declan started to move in and out against that tight anal tunnel.
The feline's muscles gripped that penis tightly as it slowly ploughed into new depths. They seemed almost reluctant to let that throbbing pole out of their grasp, almost is if conscious of their owner's will. The discomfort of being filled so gloriously by the fox was rapidly eclipsed by the pleasure of the act. Ark moans and pants grew louder and quicker as Declan's thrusts began to pick up power and speed.
Silver ropes of translucent precum shot forth from Ark's barbed shaft, splattering onto the wall in front of him. Ark let out a muffled whimper as he felt Declan's fingers brush those sensitive, slick barbs on his cockhead. The slippery ooze slid between the fox's orange fingers as he wrapped them around the twitching head of Ark's shaft, gripping it tightly before sliding it up and down, matching the rhythm of his thrusts to the rhythm of his stroking.
Ark let out a sharp mew as he felt something warm and wet invade his insides. The sudden squelching noises that accompanied Declan's sharp thrusts as well as the increased smell of his arousal told Ark the whole story. The fox's penis had fired off its own special gel, making Ark's muscles lose their ability to grip that wonderful penis as well as they had been. Declan's piston motion took on a decidedly harder tone since Ark was relying only on his tightness at this point.
Declan's breath came in hot bursts against the tender flesh of Ark's neck as the feline felt his climax build. The pleasurable pressure in his ass combined with the rough stroking on his cock quickly pushed him to his limit. He felt his balls tighten against the base of his cock at the same time he felt Declan force his entire member inside. The fox's balls contacting the feline's, making him yelp a little bit in pain. He wished he could turn his head, wished he could stare into those eyes. Instead, with the near paralysis that the napes of his neck provided, all he could do was submit to the fox's will.
The French feline whimpered as he felt the fox's swollen knot push up between his pert and perky cheeks. The feeling of that sensitive ball of flesh begging for entrance at his backdoor pushed him beyond the edge. With a howl of pleasure that alley cats could only envy, Ark came, and came hard. A shot of white goo lanced from the tip of his penis and splattered messily against the wall. Ark closed his eyes and arched his head back, howling to the rafters as he felt another shot, and a third escape the confines of his sac.
The smell of the feline's climax pushed Declan as well. With a lusty growl, he bit down harder on the back of Ark's neck and forced his hips forward. His muscles strained visibly beneath the thin layer of wiry fur as he forced his knot past Ark's battered anal defenses with a loud, wet pop. A few more rapid, strong humps brought Declan's own orgasm around.
Ark felt the fox's hot spunk fill his guts, painting his anal walls white. He moaned, weak from his own orgasm, as he felt Declan's semen encounter the barrier of the knot and stay within him. It was warm, and wet, and delicious. He felt the fangs unlock from the back of his neck, and a series of gentle, almost tender kisses.
"Ooh, Declan," Ark moaned softly, now that his voice box was freed. He purred, his tail wrapping lovingly around the fox's neck as the kisses continued. He squeezed his used and stretched ass muscles against that delightful bulbous knot, knowing that they would be tied together for quite awhile.
"Up for another game of cards?" The French feline smiled, turning his head to look at the fox's muzzle. He saw the sly grin that formed there, and knew that it was going to be a long, hard game of cards indeed.