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Valentine

By FuzzWolf

This story is of an erotic furry nature, featuring much sex and some BDSM. This story and the character of Valentine are © of FuzzWolf. The character of Darrius is © of I. Edge Gerena and In The Wynd Enterprises. Nicholai is © his player.

1: Val the artist

With a flourish, Valentine put the final touch on his latest work. He stood back from the canvas and looked proudly at his latest masterpiece. Time to celebrate, he thought to himself. This last painting had taken a particularly long time to get just right. Val looked around the mess of his studio apartment to find something to wear.

He usually took good care of his apparel, but when he was seriously into his work he tossed his clothes aside and threw himself entirely into his art. Consequently, he was used to working in the nude and had to hunt around a bit before finding what he was looking for. "ah", he murred in an almost catlike way as he spotted his very shortest pair of denim cutoffs. His mind started to think wild thoughts as he slipped them on, checking himself in the mirror as he did to make sure he looked alright. He needn't had worried, he wasn't egotistical enough to realize how good he looked. The truth was he looked damn good, and somehow failed to notice the admiring stares he got from both males and females whenever he went out. Val was a German Shepherd of average height, but lean build. He wasn't a fitness freak, but having been blessed with a quick metabolism was in perfect shape anyway. It also helped that when he was seriously in that artistic bliss he got into frequently, he neglected to eat. What made Val really interesting to look at wasn't just his slinky way of moving, unusual for a canid, or his brightly flamboyant way of dressing, it was his very noticeable genetic trait. Val was an albino, his fur completely without pigment and his eyes a pale pink colour. He secretly felt depressed about this, he had that feeling of being alone and different that all truly interesting people feel at times. In part, his bright dress sense was to make up for the colourlessness of his fur. He looked as he tugged his shorts into place, mentally critiquing his butt as he did. He reached back to fix the button above the hole for his ample tail to slip through before struggling to zip up in front. The shorts were just a bit too snug and he had to carefully tug up the zip over his already thickening sheath. The shorts had been a gift from a former lover. Val had been completely oblivious to the fact that they were too small on purpose. Next, he grabbed the lime-green vinyl shirt he had tossed near the bedroom door. He smoothed out the odd wrinkle as best he could. The shirt came down to about two inches above his navel, showing off his perfectly toned belly. He accented with a dark leather vest, added several pride rings to the three holes in his right ear, added a silver ring to his right paw, and he was ready to go.

And the plan was this: go out, have a good time, and get thoroughly laid because it had been too damn long. Such was the problem for Val. He holed himself up in his loft for so long, so thoroughly engrossed in his work that he ignored most all of those basic needs. Needs like food, paying bills, and those other, more primal, things. By the time his artist's passion had worn off, the aftereffects on his body were near explosive.

Just as Val had his paw on the door handle, the lights dipped and he heard a rumble from outside. With heart sinking, he rushed to the window to look out. Yup, just as he feared. The rain was coming down in buckets. He looked down on the city street below that was rapidly darkening with the rainwater. Screw it, he thought to himself. He'd been this long without any furry contact, and he wasn't going to let a bit of bad weather stop him now. He grabbed his clear bubble-like umbrella and headed out to brave the storm.

2: The coffee shop

The ancient door to the little hole in the wall shop creaked as usual. Val knew as soon as he entered that he had lousy timing. Given the way he felt, and how he was dressed, a happening alternative club scene would be more appropriate than the run down little shop he had come to. That's exactly where he would have been, if only he hadn't finished his work on a dreary Sunday afternoon. Deciding to try and make the best of it, he approached the mostly rotted, wooden counter and ordered the latest experiment in mocha from the much-pierced bunny girl on duty. With a little sigh, he settled into a chair at one of the little stone tables by the window so he could watch the rain, and the occasional person go by. His ears drooped a little as he sipped his coffee. Why can't you ever find anyone when you really need a good

"Well, aren't you a sorry sight?"

Val looked up at the sudden voice. "Darrius?", he looked up at the tall feline he hadn't seen in nearly two years.

"Yessss", he purred low and sensuous. "Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all", Val practically jumped to offer him a seat.

The lithe, black cat flicked a bit of rainwater out of his violet hair and slinked into the seat opposite Val. He hadn't changed at all Val thought, he was still as sexy and mysterious as ever. Still wearing the same old trench coat that had seen better days, his hair was still that otherworldly colour. Hard to believe it was really his natural colour.

"Like I said, a sorry sight. What's got the doggie so down, no one to fuck tonight?", Darrius asked, baring his teeth and leaning forward a bit.

Valentine waited till the shivers had fully passed down his spine before responding. "Funny you should say that."

"Hmm" the cat smiled knowingly and fingered the crystal around his neck. "You know, I've been on the road for a quite a while now, aaaand this wandering life tends to get quite lonely..." he trailed off.

"I live two blocks from here."

"I could use a brisk walk."

3: Back home again

They didn't quite make it to the apartment. Val fumbled for his key while enjoying a deep muzzle kiss and a kitty paw groping at the tight crotch of his shorts. After what seemed an eternity the door popped open, seemingly of its own will. The pair practically fell into the apartment. Still locked together in a passionate embrace, the yiffy furs made their way over to the little pile of cushions and beanbags in the corner of the studio that Val kept there for power naps during marathon painting sessions. They fell onto the soft pile. In the past, both had shown versatility in being both tops and bottoms. This time, however, Darrius had ended up on top, pinning the smaller fur under him and groping him roughly. The cat sat up, shrugging off his long coat to reveal the skintight body suit he wore beneath. Valentine oohed as he took in the cat's perfect body and drooled at the growing bulge between the kitty's legs. Darrius popped his small, needle-sharp claws from his soft-furred paws and proceeded to shred the front of Val's shirt, ripping it from his body. Val quivered slightly in anticipation and a little fear as those sharp claws neared the crotch of his shorts. With a sharp-toothed grin, Darrius gave Val a good squeeze before slipping the zipper down, popping the brass button, and sliding the shorts down to the dog's thighs revealing Val's sheath and full balls. Darrius rolled Val's snow white balls around in his gentle paw.

"Tut tut, not wearing any underwear. What a naughty doggie you are."

Val whimpered as Darrius gave his thickened sheath a squeeze, causing several inches of red doggiecock to slip out. Darrius stood up, his tall frame looming over the intensely aroused dog. He slipped out of his clothes to stand naked in front of Val. The only part of his body not enveloped in his shadowy, black fur was the thick, eight inches of barbed feline maleness standing proudly erect against his belly.

"Come here love, show me your work." He said, turning slightly to indicate the finished tapestry. Slightly confused, Val stood up and led the way over to his work area where he still had paint, brushes, and the crumpled canvasses of failed efforts strewn about on the floor.

As soon as Val got in front of him, Darrius grabbed him from behind, holding him in a tight bearhug as he nibbled and licked at the surprised dog's neck. Val felt the hot catmeat rubbing against his furry butt while Darrius forcefully held him close to his warm body. He whimpered softly as Darrius took hold of his fully exposed canine member and gave it a good squeeze. Darrius gently lay his submissive dog down on the floor in front of him.

"You know, I've never tried my paw at what you do old friend, but tonight, I am in a strangely creative mood." Darrius seemed to absent-mindedly fiddle with a paintbrush as he spoke. He leaned close to Val, brush in paw, and slowly ran it down Val's chestfur. Val grinned up at him, wondering exactly where he was going with this. The next touch with the brush took his breath away as Darrius rapidly flicked it across the tip of his dripping erection. Val gasped loudly. Darrius hmmd and licked the little drip of pre off the brush.

"Ah, you still have good taste."

Grinning evilly or playfully, Darrius dipped the brush in a nearby palette. He painted the surprised shepherd's nipples a garish orange, which tickled quite a bit. "Lie back, and let me indulge my newfound artistic side." Val nodded and lay down flat on his back. Next, Darrius selected a brilliant shade of sky-blue paint and gently stroked his brush along the underside of Val's white-furred sack. Val moaned a bit to himself as the teasing kitty painted his full balls. Deciding his subject was getting a bit too worked up, Darrius moved away from the more sensitive areas for a bit. He took two brushes, each with a different colour, and draped them slowly up the insides of Val's legs, from his ankles, up his calves, and along his inner thighs. The dog whimpered in anticipation as the soft brushes got close to his dripping member, but never touching it. With a grin, Darrius suddenly straddled Val. Darrius sat up, and took hold of both their cocks in one paw. He squeezed the feline and canine hardons together, causing them both to moan and their members to drip precum together. Darrius stroked the pair of cocks as he spoke.

"Do you still have that old toychest?"

Valentine only grinned and nodded. Smirking back, Darrius told him to wait where he was while he fetched a few things.

The old chest was the same as he remembered it. It was a good-sized wooden trunk, rounded on the top like the ones you always saw pirate treasure in. It opened with a creak, and Darrius began emptying it. He lay the contents down on the floor carefully, whistling at some of them as went. Gods, the size of some of these things he marveled. The little dog had obviously been working on stretching himself a bit. After taking out everything he thought would be needed, Darrius pushed the trunk into the middle of the room where there was plenty of room. He stood behind the trunk in an aggressive posture. "Now, come here." He ordered.

Val got up slowly, lowering his ears in a gesture of submission. He pulled his shorts which has still been around his thighs back up, buttoning them to hold them up, but leaving the fly open. He figured being partially clothed added a bit more to the anticipation element. He approached slowly, with just a hint of swishiness in his walk, his tail wagging involuntarily from side to side. He stood meekly in front of Darrius, who looked stern and disapproving, to see what he had in mind. The black cat, in control totally for now, came to him and held him close. He slipped one soft, velvety paw into Val's open fly to once again caress his painfully full balls. "Like I said, you're a very naughty dog. Teasing poor kitties by dressing like this."

"I'm sorry." Val gasped, in mock fear, as his sensitive sack was massaged.

"I'm afraid you shall have to be punished." Darrius grinned, his paw moving to strongly squeeze the thickened doggie cock.

Val could only whimper in response.

Taking that as acceptance of his fate, Darrius spun Val around and had him bend over the toy trunk. Val gripped the sturdy old wood, not afraid to place his weight on it. This was a very familiar position for him to be in and that trunk had served him well over the years. He moaned and whimpered more as Darrius' paws caressed his body, which was trembling with need. Eventually, Darrius reached around him to unbutton the shorts. They were slipped down over his perfect, tight butt to the ground. Val stepped out of them, kicking them aside shamelessly. He stood with his legs parted, bent over his old trunk. He felt strong hands rub and massage his butt and tail base. The paws slipped between his thighs, stroking his balls and teasing his cock.

"Oh yes, you really do need this, don't you." Darrius stated more than asked.

"Oh yes, yes please!" Val pleaded, lifting his bushy tail for his Dom.

"Then you shall have it." Darrius stated, selecting the first toy to use.

Darrius held the small wooden paddle for a moment to get used to how it felt. He had decided to start off with something relatively light and work up from there. He made a couple small practice hits on his paw with it to see how it sounded. It would barely sting for a moment, but would soften the subject up a bit for more fun later.

He placed the smooth, thin paddle against the left cheek of Val's butt. He drew back and gave the white-furred cheek a solid whack. Val jerked a little at this first impact, which was closely followed by a second, this time to the right side. The dog's breathing increased a bit. It had been a long time, he really needed to be punished and punished hard! He didn't have to wait long, the initial strikes were repeated, one to each side. He didn't have time to catch his breath from that before a longer series began: left, right, left, right quickly and without pause. The paddle stung a little since he hadn't been spanked in so long, but not too badly. He was warming up quite nicely, in fact. He received another set of four whacks to his bare ass, these quite a bit harder than the last. He oohed and moaned as his ass began to redden under the fur a bit.

"Does puppy like?" the kitty asked. The eager dog nodded his head vigorously. "Does the puppy want more?" was the next rhetorical question. Val responded by raising his tail and butt a little more, making it an even more appealing target. Darrius grinned and looked to see what else his subject had in his toy collection. He oohed as he saw something different from the traditional sexshop collection of crops and whips. He picked up a thick, leather belt from the pile. Val wasn't looking as Darrius selected the next tool, he wanted it to be a surprise so he kept his back turned and his tail raised above his gently warming bottom. Darrius examined the new item with much interest.

The belt was a hefty brown leather. It was a typical man's belt, although not being too stylish Darrius figured Val didn't wear it. He kept it for a special purpose, which hadn't yet been fulfilled. It was smooth and new looking. He didn't remember Val having it when they had played together before. He doubled it over, keeping the buckle down by his paw so he hit only with the leather. "Hold still" he told Val. The dog nodded, shaking slightly with nervous anticipation. He had a feeling his friend had picked out something special.

Darrius gently placed the belt against Val's rear, he made a couple practice swings to get his aim right, tapping it lightly against the bare fur. About now, Val got an idea of what the cat was holding and his breath became more rapid. Darrius stood back, holding the belt in his right paw just slightly behind him. He brought it down hard. The thick leather made a harsh swish through the air and a satisfyingly loud smack as it struck Val's vulnerable bottom. Val gasped out loud, his body jerked from the impact. He gripped the old chest tighter, drawing strength from the solid wood. It was Val's left side that had taken the impact, now Darrius drew the belt back over his shoulder again and delivered another heavy blow, this time to the right. Under his fur, Val's butt had a matching reddening stripe on each side.

The next two came closer together and struck closer to the center of his butt, under his raised tail. Val whimpered and cried a little as the belt stung him, the red streaks overlapping under his tail. Darrius followed this with more left, right, left, right strikes, hard, heavy, and close together. Val gripped the trunk tighter, pulling himself up onto it a little, raising his butt even more in the air, making it more vulnerable than before. His doggie cock was now fully hard and dripping freely, his knot thickening to its full size. The pain was intense, his ass was throbbing, but this was what he wanted. Darrius knew he had him just where they both wanted him. The cat grinned as he looked at the upturned butt. Val was begging for it without saying a word. Darrius proceeded to whip Val with the belt as hard as he could for several minutes. To Val, it seemed to last forever as he felt the thick leather land with deadly accuracy in the sensitive center of his butt over and over again, the pain from each strike more intense than the last as they built on top of each other. His claws dug furrows in the trunk's lid. After a series of ten, maybe twenty lashes, Darrius delivered the final one with a flourish and much force. The heavy belt landed squarely under Val's tail, striking on top of already red and tender flesh to set his whole backside aflame. Val howled out loud, the pain was so intense, so good.

Tossing the belt aside, Darrius jumped over to where his subject was still quivering. His eight inches of kitty cock was painfully hard and ready. He came up close behind Val, his red cocktip slipped between the furry cheeks and pressed softly against the opening. Val spread his legs slightly more for easier access and took a deep breath. His feline lover leaned over him, running his paws along his forearms as he covered him. Val was so ready, his passage already moistening by itself. Purring softly, Darrius entered the tight hole in one quick stroke. The two furry bodies pressed together, their sweaty male scents becoming one. Holding the smaller fur close to him, Darrius began his slow, rhythmic thrusting. Val began to pump his own thighs in unison, humping back into Darrius' thrusting. He moaned and his cock leaked profusely as the cat's thick, barbed cock invaded him deeply, touching him in all those special places inside. The black cat fucked him with long and powerful strokes, taking great pleasure in seeing the dog's body quivering beneath him. He closed his eyes in bliss and began to pump Val's tight ass faster.

Val opened his eyes for a moment as the cat sped up. He grunted loudly, the kittycock now beginning to thrust madly in him. He happened to notice something out his window as Darrius labored above him. There was a gray wolf sitting in a balcony across the way. He was looking right at Val, the two locked eyes for a moment. Then Val noticed, he was naked. He's a rather tall wolf, all gray except for his white headfur. Val licked his lips as he noticed the wolf has the biggest balls he's ever seen on a canine. Two full and heavy orbs in a delicious looking furry sack. At this point he also noticed the wolf was stroking his erect cock while watching intently. He's a peeping tom, a voyeur!

Val starts to wonder if he should get Darrius to stop so they can close the blind or something. That's just before Darrius grabs his own dripping erection and begins stroking it rapidly. Val moans loudly, losing all thought of the watching wolf, his ass clenching down on the thrusting cock. Val's precum has oozed out of his cockhead in copious amounts and is a perfect lubricant. Darrius paw works his hard member faster and faster, the slickness making his paw fly up and down, milking him hard. Darrius is jerking him in sync with his fucking. The cat pumps his ass at the same rate his paw pumps up and down on his dogcock. Val opens his eyes a fraction again to see the wolf is still watching, jerking steadily on his maleness. Val begins to think it's a bit erotic to have someone watch as he is thoroughly fucked, he wonders if the wolf saw him being spanked. Smiling, he closes his eyes to enjoy the thought and the pleasure coming from his full tailhole.

Darrius, panting heavily and dripping with sweat, is nearing the end. The pressure has started to build up immensely in his darkfurred balls. His cock thickens even more, getting ready to release its pent up load. He slows down, fucking as deep as he can and pulling nearly all the way out before going deep once again. Val feels as if he will pass out from the pleasure soon as the nearly bursting cock plunges deeply into him, rubbing him deep inside. His own cock has filled near to bursting also as Darrius continues to pump his slick paw up and down on his doghood.

Darrius gives one more deep thrust before his balls let loose, his thick load exploding inside his willing bottom. Its been so long for the cat, it seems his load will never end as his cock empties pump after pump into Val. The feeling of the squirting cock embedded in his ass and the pressure from the huge load spurting against his prostate is more than Val can take. He cums hard, harder than he can remember cumming before. Darrius' paw continues to milk him dry. One last thrust and Darrius is empty. He lays exhausted atop Val as the dog's last few quiverings of orgasm shake his body. Val gathers enough strength to look up again just in time to see the watching wolf finishing up, jets of white cum coating his paw.

To be continued......