Vacation
Vacation
The jackal, dripping wet, dragged himself up the ladder and out of the sparkling pool waters. His fur shed the water quickly, leaving him somewhat dry the instant he was out of the water. His blue and gold striped swimsuit was another story. The polyester fabric held fast onto every single ounce of liquid, and he left a dripping water trail back to his white-plastic lounge chair. He sat back in the semi-reclined chair, and reached for his drink, a Pripyat-green liquor called absinthe.
"I just don't see how you can trust the water" a snarly-masculine voice from beside him addressed. "Even with Poseidon and them dead, there's still all sorts of natural dangers in the water." The jackal emptied his shot glass in one swig and poured another three-fingers of the drink.
"Says the 'god of the apocalypse'. I bet Loki was really glad to have fathered a coward like you." The wolf in the chair beside him, dressed in an expensive three-piece suit and sipping from a bottle of whiskey, shot him a mean look.
"Uncalled for man. You know the Middle-Eastern God killed him and my grandpa. And I'm not a coward, I just hate being wet. Furthermore..." he trailed off as his eyes followed a gorgeous, well-endowed lioness in a skimpy two-piece swimsuit walk back. "Uh, where was I?" he asked when she disappeared from his field of vision.
"I bet it was real hard for that god to kill Odin." The jackal said, voice biting with sarcasm. "An old, one-eyed dude, versus a deity with, like, a billion worshippers. Didn't Odin try to hang himself once anyway?"
"I said knock it off," Fenris said, setting down the bottle. "I wouldn't want to risk damaging my nice yacht, but I'll fight you if you push me too far."
"oh yeah? What're you going to do? Trigger Ragnarok on me? I've got news for you; you'd die, and then you'd be in my domain for all eternity."
"Settle down, boys," a calming, singsong voice called. A human woman, raven black hair, skin so white it was almost transparent, and dressed only in a white sheet tucked over one shoulder, stepped between the two canines.
"Anubis, honey, you and I had some great times together down there, but we both know the Underworld doesn't belong to you anymore. And you, Fenris. The right to bring the end of days does not belong to you anymore, either. The Middle-Eastern God took those rights." The ghastly pale woman walked off towards the bar. Anubis calling out to her stopped her in her leather-and-cord sandaled tracks.
"Beautiful, wait!" he called. "We can maybe still get together some again? For old time's sake?" the human laughed, a pristine sound like pure crystal.
"'Bis, you always so cute when you were desperate. But I'm back together with Dionysus now. It's so much easier to corrupt these New Age hippies and liberals." She turned and blew him a kiss, then vanished into the sea of fur and flesh on the pool deck.
"Bis?" the wolf asked in between bouts of laughter. He fell out of his chair, hitting his ass on the unyielding faux-wood deck of the yacht. The shock of the impact knocked his drink off the table, and it landed like a hilarious party hat on his head, soaking his clothes in booze.
"Oof" he grunted. "Was that by chance the goddess of clothing or something like that?" he asked, looking at his rapidly-ruining suit jacket.
"'Fraid not, wolfie. That was Nyx, goddess of misery and strife. She's also the hottest broad I've ever had the pleasure of being with."
"Misery? You some sort of Egyptian masochist, or do I have the wrong meaning of the word?" Fenris questioned, picking himself up. He flagged down a passing server, an average looking human, and grabbed another drink of the tray. Contented, at least for now, he sat back down next to the jackal.
"It's not like that. Pure and unadulterated love, more like. But you shouldn't be thinking about me and her, anyway, so get those thoughts out of your head."
"Ha! Like I'd need to think about you and some bony old human bitch. What kind of - hey! It's that hot lion again, and it looks like she's coming over here!" the wolf jumped up and removed his liquor-soaked jacket, hanging it over his chair. He quickly tired to smooth the wrinkles out of the rest of his suit with his paw. The sand-tan lioness was still only wearing a slightly too-small bikini top, but now she had wrapped a white towel around her waist.
"Anubis!" she exclaimed. "Fancy seeing you here." The jackal downed a second shot of his absinthe, savoring the burn caused by the wormwood distillation. He poured a third shot and kept it in his clenched paw, ready should the moment its need arrive.
"Good Lord, Anubis." The jackal cringed slightly. "Is this another one of your 'conquests'? Man, you gotta leave some for the rest of us." The lioness laughed, and the jackal downed the shot he had just poured seconds before.
"No, Anubis didn't tell you? I'm Sehkmet, by the way" she said, extending a paw, claws retracted. Fenris took her paw and gently shook, then brought her paw to his mouth, kissing the back of her palm. Slowly, she pulled her paw back.
"A gentleman, I like that in a man." She looked the wolf suggestively in the eyes. "I really like that." She turned to address the jackal. "Anubis! How long have you been keeping such a handsome and well-mannered friend from me?"
"What's today?" he asked, drinking directly from the absinthe bottle. He slammed it down, empty. A server nearby noticed, and quickly replaced it with a fresh one, moisture beading on its frosty surface.
"The 14th, Tuesday." She said facetiously. Her dark feline eyes wandered up and down the wolf's frame, straying particularly long on the crotch of his suit.
"Then twenty-five hundred fucking years!" he practically shouted, earning him instantly the gaze of everyone on deck. He poured the bottled-poison down his throat, not caring that most of it spilled down his chest. "Fuck this" he muttered, storming off. "Maybe Dionysus has some wine that actually works!"
"What's his problem?" the wolf asked, briefly looking after the jackal as he pushed through the crowd.
"Don't worry about him; he get's this way every time he meets Nyx anywhere." She sat down in the jackal's vacated seat and motioned for the wolf to sit.
"Does it happen often? Him meeting her, I mean?" Fenris asked, tracing the curves of her body with his eyes.
"Enough talk about my brother; let's talk about me and you handsome." The lioness' tail twitched seductively.
"He's your brother?!" he stammered, stunned. "But - but he's a...and you're a...a..." he trailed off, not finding the right words.
"That's right, get it all out of your system. Old daddy Ra was what we'd call today...well, we'd call him a freakin' lunatic scientist. The rest of the pantheon and me, we're all brothers and sisters, but only because of a lot of genetic engineering and Divine luck."
"Geeze" the wolf said softly. "And I thought my family was weird. I mean, have you seen those things Heimdall keeps around? The reaver skeleton things? And fuck, have you seen Hel? That shit's creepy."
"Hey, come on now. This isn't a counseling session. Stop talking about your family and tell me about yourself, or I might go and find some other hot bachelor wolf to party with."
"How do you I'm a bachelor, huh? What if I've got a mate and pups back home?"
"Please, don't even try to lie, puppy. You wouldn't be on this debauchery cruise if you weren't single and looking for at least a fuck if not the special someone."
"True, but this is my boat. I kinda have to be here. You know, just to keep them from setting it on fire and shit."
"Which one is true, fuzzy? That you're searching for a fling, or that you're looking to start a family?" the wolf starred blatantly at the lioness, specifically, her barely-covered breasts.
"You're one of, no. No, you're the most stunning woman I have ever seen." Suddenly the wolf's suit was just a little too confining, just a little too warm.
"Don't be embarrassed to tell the truth, pooch. Especially when it's the flattering kind and about me. But you didn't answer my question..." the lioness extended her claws and flicked her fingers, studying the glint of her claws in the open-ocean sunlight.
"Im - I'm sorry, I was, uh, looking, instead of listening." The wolf grinned sheepishly and took a quick drink from his booze, ice gone and rapidly warming in the direct sun.
"I know you were wolfie, and if you want to see more of them, you'll answer my question."
"What was it again?"
"You know what? Forget it. The way you've been staring, there's only one thing on your mind right now." She grabbed his paw and stood up, yanking on his arm to get him to stand too. "Now come on, where's your cabin?"
"My cabin...? Oh! My room. Midship deck, aft and starboard. Let's see, that would be, uh, forget, I'll take you there."
"And on the floor, and the couch, and in the shower" Sehkmet said, giggling. Fenris stood up, and reached for his drink. She slapped it out of his paw, and the glass hit the deck and shattered into a million tiny fragments. He looked at her, and she just said:
"No, boy. I need you working at full potential. I want a full gale, not just a stiff breeze, if you catch my drift..." The wolf's eyes lit up, and he half led, half dragged the eager desert goddess down a flight of stairs, pushing past revelers, towards his private quarters. The two ran past the bar without sparing the imbibers a second glance.
A black-furred jackal sat unsteadily on a wobbly bar stool, clutching a drink. Behind the bar, a short, wiry brown haired human, green wreath in hair and toga secured weakly over one shoulder, smiled broadly, revealing wine-tint teeth.
"I gotta *hic* tell you some *hic* thing Dion *hic* Dion *hic* uh, you. This ish, this *hic* ish good stuff." The drunken god raised the elaborately enameled glass into the air, sloshing its contents wildly. The god of wine, orgies, and revelry smiled.
"For someone who claims to have been drinking as long as you have, my furry friend, you sure cannot tolerate much liquor."
"Ish not true! Damned humans *hic* just don't make good stuff any *hic* more." The Greek smiled knowingly.
"Maybe, maybe I shouldn't have started you off on my famous god-killer ambrosia, then, hmm? It's existence was the only thing that could get Zeus to sleep with that nag wife of his. We'll see though. I bet you can handle it." the inebriated desert god hiccupped loudly, lost his balance, and toppled from his precarious seat. By the time he hit the deck mere feet below, he was sleeping soundly. Drunken, contented snores issued up into the ears of the Greek wine-maker.
"By Zeus I guess he couldn't. Lesson learned." The god grabbed Anubis' drink, which he had left on the bar and downed the remainder. "And now that lesson is forgotten!" he shouted. "Let the wine flow for all!" the crowd cheered, a sound which drifted belowdecks.
Fenris sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide, Sehkmet kneeling in front of him, tugging on his suit pants. The roar of the crowd above barely registered in the carpeted room.
"I'm serious, how the hell do you get these pants off?" the lioness snarled, more at the pants themselves, inanimate though they were, than at their owner. "I hope these didn't cost too much" she said, tearing through the expensively woven fabric with a razor sharp claw. She tossed the shredded scraps to the floor. Fenris' shirt, which he removed himself without destroying, landed on top of the rags a few seconds later.
Sehkmet tugged on the wolf's undershorts, already wet in the front with pre, and pulled them down his legs and over his feet.
"Just hold back, baby, and let me take care of everything" the lioness said, pushing the wolf down onto the bed. Holding him down with one paw, she caressed his growing shaft with the other. His pinkish-red dick responded instantly from the attention, two more inches sliding out of his sheath.
She ran the smooth back of a claw down his length, garnering a moan of pleasure from the wolf and an additional inch and a half. She closed her paw around the almost-four inches, and began to slowly jerk him off.
"Don't hold out on me, big boy. I know you're a lot bigger." She began to stroke faster, accompanied by Fenris' groans of pleasure. His shaft bulged in her closed fist, and four more inches of dick was suddenly in the air, tip glistening with pre-cum.
"That's more like it" she said, bending down and kissing his tip. She reached behind her with both paws and undid her bikini top, letting it fall off, and revealing her two picture perfect 'D' cup breasts. Pressing her boobs together, she leaned in closer to the wolf and brought her chest down over his wolfhood. She bent down further, running her boobs down the length of his meat. When she met his body and could go no further down, she flicked her tongue, licking the groaning wolf's head. She continued licking as she moved up.
"Ohh, suck me, babe. Don't be a blow-tease." The lion complied, dropping to her knees and burying her face in his crotch. Sensually, she stroked his balls, scooting farther forward until her tongue reached his furry balls. She licked and lapped at his sack, then mouthed it, rolling his balls around in her mouth, massaging them with her tongue. With a free paw, she reached for his dick and began to furiously jerk him off. He groaned, and his body spasmed in pleasure.
"Yeah, harder! Harder! Ohhh, I'm about to..." she spat his balls out and pulled her hand back from his meat.
"Must've been a long time since you last got laid" she said. "If that was about to make you blow, just hold on." She plunged her feline face onto his dick, licking and sucking as it banged into the back of her throat. She pulled her face back, leaving his cock dripping and throbbing in the cool air.
In long, smooth strokes of her tongue, she licked his entire length, from his pre-soaked tip to his crotch, making the wolf shudder in pleasure. Once again she changed techniques, sucking wholeheartedly on his head. Fenris had sat up while Sehkmet was attending to his meat. He placed his paws on the back of her skull, and shoved her down, banging his rock-solid cock into her throat. The pleasure of her tongue and hot, tight throat was too much, and he lost control, animal instinct taking over. He tried to ram his now-swollen knot into her maw, but she was ready for him, keeping her lips sealed tight around his wolfhood. He came with a primordial howl, blasting load after load of his hot spunk down her gullet. Caught off guard by the sheer amount of the wolf's cum, the desert goddess gulped and gulped, but still his cum spurted from her closed mouth and covered his crotch and the bed sheets.
The wolf mellowed out and fell back, tired. The lioness, on the other paw, was busy licking him clean, not wanting to waste a single drop.
"Mmmm, salty like the alkali plains." She looked, and saw him sleeping, a peaceful look on his face. "Damn, wolfie, are you out already?" Sehkmet sighed. "Selfish bastard; I didn't even get my chance." Disappointed, she wandered to the shower in his suite.
Hours later, Fenris woke up. He looked around, and saw his fuck-buddy was gone. He headed for the bathroom. Pinned to mirror by a magnetite rock, a papyrus note. He glanced briefly at it before showering. The only thing written on it was an ten digit phone number. While he showered, he thought only one thing.
'I'll have to call her sometime.'
Fin