Todd Takes a Tumble
Author's note: This is my first story, so feedback is welcome.
The summer sky was a dark ruddy grey, and Todd caught a whiff of ozone in the unseasonably cold air. A storm was definitely coming. Todd rode his bicycle down the lazy, tree-lined street of the small coastal town, heading for home after another day of work. Todd was a 15 year old fox. At 5'5", his wiry build was fitting given his summer job slapping together computers out of old parts for the town library. It wasn't particularly interesting, but it gave him time to be alone with his imagination, and it wasn't hard either. This summer was a downer though, since his dad was called away to work on a project in another state. Most nights, he just wasted time on the internet anyway, so it didn't make too much of a difference to him.
The trees on either side of him seemed to breathe a heavy sigh as the wind blew through them, and a single raindrop hit his nose. The storm was supposed to be rough, with strong winds and floods predicted over the radio in the dusty library storeroom. The road beneath him quickly became spotted, and the smell of wet pavement filled the air. "Shit," he thought, "I'm going to get soaked, and I'm still more than a mile from home." The sky turned menacingly dark, and the drizzle that had been a mere nuissance quickly became a downpour, matting his fur. The wind knocked over trash cans and blew the wind chimes of the small white houses into a frenzy. Todd started down a street that would eventually lead to his neighborhood. Normally, he'd go as fast as he could down this hill, but with the rain, it just wasn't an option. Since there was no light on his bike, he moved onto the sidewalk, and tried to keep his speed under control. A block later, out of the sheets of rain, a truck appeared out of a driveway, blocking the sidewalk. Todd panicked, and locked up his brake.
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An alert scrolled across Karen's TV, telling the empty space in her living room about the coming storm. Karen was a 20 year old wolf. Just under six feet tall and with an athletic build, she was pretty average for her kind, but somewhat intimidating to some. She played volleyball and never missed an opportunity to get outsdide on a good day. Although she played rough when the game demanded, she was always a good sport, and was well liked by her teammates and her few close friends. The summer was lonely for her though, since she stayed behind after the spring semester to do an internship for her university. And although this was her hometown, her parents had moved away two years before because the property taxes here were simply too much for them to afford on top of her tuition. So, when the opportunity to do psychology research for a respectable wage presented itself, she couldn't refuse. Still, it was tough to be there without her friends.
As the rain streaked down the front window of her second-story apartment, Karen bent a blade of the blinds to look outside. The rain came down in torrents, transforming the steet into a shallow raging river. The trees danced about, throwing leaves onto the wet pavement. She noticed the brake lights and white reverse lights of her neighbor's pickup truck edging out towards the street, surprised that he was going out in this weather. Out of the corner of her eye to the left, she noticed a red and white streak flying down the sidewalk, sliding out on the wet green leaves, and coming to rest in a muddy puddle in the middle of her driveway - a cyclist had taken a spill right outside her house. She ran downstairs and out the door to find a very scrawny fox sprawled out on the pavement as the driver of the truck drove away, oblivious. "Oh my god!" Karen exclaimed. "Are you alright?" Still dazed, he looked up at her. "Uh... I don't know. Are you?" She laughed. He blushed and shook his head to clear his senses. "Oh, yeah, no, I'm fine, sorry to bother you." He limped back up, took one step toward his bike, and stumbled back down. "Let's get you out of the storm, it's only going to get worse" She helped him up, putting her arm around his shoulder and guiding his bike with the other hand toward the front porch as the thunder grew closer. Slowly regaining his composure, he climbed the stairs to the apartment with this stranger spotting him. She opened the door for him, and they went inside.
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Karen pulled up a chair for her guest. "Looked like you took one hell of a spill out there. I sure hope you didn't break anything. I'm Karen, nice to meet you."
"Todd ... glad to meet you too. Thanks for helping me out, I guess I made a bad call riding on the sidewalk." He noticed he was soaking wet and muddy, and dripping on the linoleum floor of her kitchen. His eyes met hers guitily. "Oh, it's fine, don't worry. I guess you probably want to clean up. Shower's right down the hallway and to the left."
Leaving his dirty shoes and socks in the kitchen, he made his way into the bathroom and flicked on the light. He really was a mess! His fur was matted and covered in dirt and bits of leaves. He pulled off his soaked and dirty clothes and stepped into the shower. The warm water felt great against his sore body. He took the shampoo bottle and lathered himself up. The water going down the drain turned murky as he rinsed off. He took the soap and washcloth and cleaned himself thoroughly. He began thinking of Karen... he hadn't considered her much in his daze, but man was she ever pretty. Light grey fur and deep blue eyes. Her figure was just perfect... A sudden soft knock on the door startled him back to reality.
"Todd? I'm leaving some clean clothes right outside the door for you to change into, okay?"
"A-alright, thanks," he managed, trying to push his daydreams of her aside. No way, he thought, no way she would ever go for me. He rinsed out all the soap suds and turned the water off.
He pushed the timed blow-dry button, and the nozzles surrounding him began to dry out his fur. After a minute or so, he was good and dry. He stepped out of the stall and opened the door slightly to grab the clothes. On top of the neat pile was a pink t-shirt with a number '8' on the back. He unfolded it and put it aside. Under it was a pair of small white satiny soccer shorts. Picking them up, he almost did a double take. Underneath those was a pair of pink cotton panties. Last but not least, pink knee-high socks. "Is she playing some kind of game with me?", he wondered. He didn't want to seem ungrateful, so he figured he might as well go along. He slipped the panties on slowly - they actually fit alright, if a little snugly, and he fumbled for a bit to get his still puffed-up tail through the hole before fastening the button above it. He turned sideways and looked in the mirror, blushing at the sight of himself. He slipped on the shorts and fastened the snap. The inseam was scarcely more than an inch or two, making visible the soft white fur on the inside of his upper thighs, and he could feel the seam nearly theatening to give him a wedgie as he got himself situated. He put on the shirt, which left only about an inch of the shorts showing (thankfully hiding his somewhat noticeable bulge), and draped over his tail.
After putting on the socks, he opened the door and walked out into the hallway, heading back towards the kitchen. "Ah, there you are. Sorry I couldn't find something more appropriate for you to wear, but today's laundry day and nothing else is clean - those haven't fit me since the summer before freshman year, but I figured they'd probably fit you. I'm about to put some wash in anyway, so I'll throw your stuff in with it."
"Thanks..."
"So I've been wondering, how old are you, anyway?", she asked. "Almost sixteen," he answered.
"Wow, I wouldn't have guessed any older than 14, I suppose you're just small for your age, then?" she said, giggling. He looked offput by her comment. "Oh, relax," she said, nudging him playfully in the shoulder, "being smaller has its perks...like being able to fit into my old clothes. You look pretty cute in pink socks, by the way." He blushed furiously, and she smiled.
"So hey, what do you say to a scary movie? It's the perfect thing for a stormy night." Todd agreed, and they headed into the living room.
"All the movies I have are in the cabinet under the TV. Feel free to choose any of them, I've already seen them all."
Todd knelt down and opened the cabinet. It looked like most of the horror movies were strewn across the bottom, so he knelt down to look through them. He grinned devilishly to himself. Here's my chance to get her back for teasing me! As he browsed through her movie collection, he let his tail fall up over his back, giving her an unobstructed view of his bottom, the bulge of his package prominent underneath. The corner of his mouth moved into a sly half-smile.
Karen blushed at his presentation. However, she wouldn't let this kit get the best of her, so after regaining her composure, she called him out: "Wow, you have such a pretty tail - I bet you hear that a lot though..." Cheeks burning, he grabbed the nearest video, and turned back around quickly. "Hey, so, uh, how about this one?", he said, holding it up.
"Ah, the original Frankenstein. Not a bad choice. Go ahead and start it up, I'll make some popcorn," she said, and left the room. He lined up the tape and pushed it into the machine, and it clunked and whirred as the movie began. The opening credits started flashing, and Todd took a seat on the couch as the microwave hummed. A minute later, Karen returned. She opened her mouth to say something, but at that moment the room went dark as the power went out. Without the hum of the electronics, they were left only with the sound of distant thunder, heavy rain, and high winds which seemed more insistent without the warmth and comfort of power.
"Well, this sucks," Karen said to the darkness, and sighed. "Hold on a bit, I think there's a lantern somewhere."
She returned a moment later with a storm lantern.
He sat down and put his clasped hands in his lap, wringing them uncomfortably. Noticing, Karen asked "Why are you so antsy? Haven't you been around a female before?"
"Well, not alone. I had a girlfriend, but we never really um... did anything," he confessed.
"So wait, you're saying you're never even made out or anything?"
His ears flattened. "No..."
"Todd, that's nothing to be ashamed of... you're still young. Slide over here."
He looked at her and hesitated. "Come on now, I'm not going to hurt you. You seem tense. I am skilled in the art of the back rub." He scooted over toward her and then layed with his head to the side on the large soft couch, maintaining eye contact. The light from the lantern flickered over her figure. He felt her hands gently caress his ears and massage his neck. She moved her hands down to his shoulders, then to his back, gently kneading out his stress. He let out a contented sigh and smiled, eyes drooping. Encouraged, she contined down to the small of his back. "Todd? You trust me, right?" she said. "Why, what are you do-ah!" the backs of her hands brushed the white fur of his inner thighs, and his breath caught in his throat. "God, you are so soft!" She caressed the up middle of his backside slowly and teasingly with her middle fingertip and brushed underneath the base of his tail with the back of her hand, then squeezed with her thumb and index finger, causing Todd to breathe in sharply and raise his rear up, instinctively presenting to her. "Haha, do you like that?", she said. "y...yeah," he responded, trying hard to think straight. "Surprising, I'd think a lot of guys would be uncomfortable being touched there, but it is one of your most sensitive areas, and I've never had a guy let me play with his, erm... tail... before" she said as she continued her rubbing. "Let's see what we have under here", she said as she hooked her thumb under his tail, her fingers resting on the small of his back. "What a cute little butt!" She caressed his rear with her thumbs, kneading gently up and down. Todd's tongue lolled out of his mouth - he was drunk with arousal. "well, I guess if you like that..." She moved his legs apart and traced her finger slowly down the seam, her thumb coming to rest just above the prominent bulge, pressing in firmly and moving in a circular motion, her fingers curling slowly and tightly around his sac. He gasped at the sensation and bucked back against her thumb involuntarily as he felt his knot begin to form. She squeezed his balls a few times in rhythm and moved forward with her other hand to feel his foxhood through the shorts. "not bad... for a little guy..." She giggled as her fingers found his tiny knot, and she squeezed gently, eliciting a quiet whine from her vulpine prey.
"Turn around," she said with a grin.
Todd did as he was told and sat up in front of her, his legs hanging off the couch.
She knelt down in front of him and put her arms around his waist, sliding him towards her and embracing him. She looked deep into his mesmerized eyes, and then moved in to kiss him passionately. She planted little kisses on his cheek, and moved down to kiss his neck. She removed his shirt, and his head drooped back in ecstasy as she kissed her way down to the waistband of the shorts. She pressed her nose below his package and inhaled his scent deeply. Her eyes narrowed predatorily, and without missing a beat, she nipped the bulge of his sac gently and gave it a slow, forceful lick. He gasped. A bead of precum soaked through, a damp spot quickly forming. She kissed his tip and licked again from the base of his bulge to the tip.
"Aah, I think I'm gonna..."
She apruptly stopped - "No, not yet you're not. I'm not done with you yet."
Todd whimpered pathetically, looking up at Karen with pleading eyes.
Karen took off her shirt slowly, and then removed her bra, letting it fall unceremoniously to the floor. She slid down her pants, and leaned down momentarily. Out of sight, from her bag she grabbed a condom, put it on her finger, and plunged it down into her panties, using her own wetness to lubricate it more. She pushed him down onto the couch.
"Alright foxie, I'm going to make you squirm." She grabbed his ankles to move his legs up and rest them over her shoulders. Her fingertips found his waistband, and she slowly rolled the shorts down. The outline of his package and the tiny dimple of his tailhole were now apparent to her through the tight panties. What kind of a position is this, anyway?, he wondered, and looked up at her questioningly. She smiled down at him deviously, and without even breaking eye contact, undid the button under his tail. He felt her fingertip slip through the opening. A hot slick digit pressed against the dimple, and the fox let out his loudest gasp yet. "Ah! What... what are you doing?"
"Just relax. Tell me to stop if it hurts."
She took his silence as a 'ok', and circled his rear entrance with her middle finger as he panted with his eyes closed and tongue lolling out. After a minute of her tickling and him panting, she felt him relax, and her finger slid in slowly, taking the little fox's virginity a millimeter at a time, until her fingertip finally slipped in to the first joint. "mmm...mmf!", he commented. His ears flattened, and he whimpered and blushed furiously as she giggled.
Now inside him, she turned her hand around, curled her fingertip up and found the little bump of his prostate. "You might not have heard of this, but this is pretty much your g-spot, foxie." She began a gentle back-and-forward rhythm over the nub with her claw and he arched his back and moaned in ecstasy as she slowly and gently milked him. The thumb and index finger of her right hand soon found the bulge of his shaft, and she pumped slowly and firmly up and down the sides of his throbbing length.
His moans became louder with every movement, and finally she could tell he was on the edge.
"You almost there?" She quickened her pace.
"Ahhh.... Ahh!....Oh my god..."
Her claw pressed up on his g-spot; her right hand squeezed under his knot tightly, and she held both in place. He cried out.
She leaned down and whispered in his ear, "cum for me, foxy." She bit down gently on the side of his ear and he saw stars as he started to squirt.
His balls tightened and she felt him clench on her finger, and he came again and again, soaking the front of the panties as she held him in place, the feeling of restraint hightening and prolonging his pleasure. After what seemed like an eternity quivering beneath her, he stopped, utterly exhausted.
"Good boy", she said.