Rhythm on the Mountain
** Rhythm on the Mountain**
Rings of icy blue surrounded me. I was a little black circle, in a sea of light contrasting shades of blue. There's a streak. There's another one. Lightning around me, flashing around.
A hard hit on the shoulder broke me from my trance. "You were doing it again," he said.
"Doing what?" I asked innocently, although I was pretty sure what he was talking about.
"Staring into my eyes"
"They're really pretty..." I said quietly, rubbing my shoulder with a paw, trying to massage the pain away.
"Dude...stop creeping me out"
That felt like he hit me again. It always hurt when he called me a "creeper" or something.
"Did you hear what I said?" he asked.
"No...what was it?"
"Where's the key?!" he demanded.
I fished it out of my pocket, handing it to him. Why do I even have his key? It's his family's cabin...It took all of my strength not to get lost in those blue rings again. We had been standing outside of the cabin. I guess I was just distracted by those beautiful eyes of his.
"Hey Ryth, you coming in?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Oh yeah..." I said quickly, stepping through the doorway and into the warm cabin.
Outside, it had been snowing, so the drive here was pretty much brutal. Snow chains, four-wheel drives, et cetera. But it was worth it. I got to spend a whole weekend with Rhay!
But then again, who wouldn't be excited about spending time with him? He's so dreamy! No wait. He's not just dreamy...He's sooo dweamyyy!! I wish I could just fall asleep in his arms. And his eyes just sweeten the deal. He's a fox, but not the arctic kind. His colors are pretty normal, for a fox, at least. He has a white tummy, and he has all the characteristics you would expect. He's got those black paws, a white muzzle with those two little streak marks on either side, and red everywhere else. But his eyes clash violently with his colors. The icy blue just stands out.
When I saw him the first time at school, he definitely caught my attention. I basically took one look and thought "Wow, he's hot..."
But enough about him! I'm Ryth, if you haven't figured it out. It's short for "Rhythm." I'm probably the cutest wolf on the block. A lot of other people tell me that too, even though I'm a guy. I have a girl's figure, which is great and horrible at the same time. It's great because I personally think I look amazingly hot, but it's horrible because a lot of other furs think I'm gay because I look like a girl, at least body-wise. Well, I am gay, but it's still not nice to judge based on that!
I have almost pure white fur. My tail actually has a fading gray at the tip, so that makes me look like a gradient. Well, not really, since it's only on my tail.
Anyways, Rhay had dropped all of our stuff on the white couch. It really blended in with the snow outside. The actual cabin was pretty much a speck on the mountainside--a dot in a sea of soft white foam. Although it was almost all wooden, it did a good job keeping the cold outside. Rhay and I were there for the weekend, to escape from finals. Whoever told you that high school is fun, is a complete liar.
Inside, it was only one floor, and pretty small. Like, there was a living room with a couch and television, a kitchen right next to it, and one single bedroom with an attached bathroom.
As for sleeping arrangements, I picked up my sleeping bag and tossed it onto the floor next to the bed. The bed itself could have accommodated both of us comfortably, but Rhay didn't want to sleep like that. That felt like another knife in my chest. So, I was forced to bring my own sleeping bag.
It took us awhile to get situated. Well, not really. It only took a couple of minutes to throw our things into the bedroom and to light a fire. We'd arrived there at around seven in the evening on Friday. We already had dinner, so there really wasn't much to do. If you asked me, what I really wanted was to cuddle him in front of the fire.
He was sitting on the thick, red and yellow carpet and leaning back against the white couch. I sat right next to him, about a foot away. I really wanted to scoot closer and closer to him, but I was afraid he would call me a "creeper" again. I don't think he knows how much it hurts me. He doesn't know I have a huge crush on him, and he doesn't even know that I'm gay. Oh boy, I've really gotten myself in a rut...
The log had finally burned out, and Rhay was sitting with his eyes half open. He'd spent the hour gazing into the fire, after being exhausted from driving. I pretty much spent the time staring at the fox, wanting so badly to stroke his red fur or to nuzzle him.
How more potentially romantic can you get? There's a fire, and the love of my life sitting next to me. Well, that's a bit of overkill. I mean, when I first saw him, I just liked him 'cause he was hot. But really, after we became friends, he really surprised me. Usually, hot guys are complete douches. Or jerks. Or heart-breakers...But this guy is really sweet. I know he cares about me, even if it's only as a friend. Hopefully I can change that.
Heh...even though I'm a wolf, I can be sneaky too...Damn foxes think they're so cunning, I can do it better! He was still staring into the fire. I leaned in closer. Just one nuzzle. If he catches me, I'll just blame it on my being tired. Closer...closer...Almost there...One touch.
"Well, I'm going to go sleep now," he announced, standing up to properly put the fire out.
Frick. Damn foxes... "Oh, I'll come with you..." I said.
He trudged over to the bedroom, dragging his paws on the wooden floor from tiredness. I followed, entranced by his swaying tail. My tail wags a tiny bit when I walk too, but most people stare at my wagging butt and not my tail. Like I said, I have a feminine body.
He hopped onto the bed immediately, spreading his arms and legs out and taking up the entire space.
"I still don't get why you don't want me to sleep with you," I said quietly, hoping I could change his mind.
"I don't want you humping me in the middle of the night," he said, as if I would enjoy that.
Actually, I would enjoy it. Hell, I would pay him to do that. But, I kept my disappointment and sadness to a small "Oh..."
I laid out my sleeping bag on the ground.
"You didn't bring a pad?" he asked.
"There's a carpet..."
"That's not enough. It's going to suck the heat from under you. Here, take this blanket," he said, tossing me an extra from his bed.
That's another thing. He's a Scout, so he knows all this stuff about camping and everything. I really admire him for that.
I accepted it, muttering my thanks and laid it under my bedding. Lying down, I sighed in relaxation. "Love you, Rhay," I said, not realizing my implications until it left my lips.
To my surprise, he actually chuckled and said, "I love you too, Ryth" in a sarcastic voice.
I didn't care if it was sarcastic. Just hearing him say that made me feel unbelievably happy inside. I knew he didn't mean it, and I knew he didn't know that I felt this way, but I would take even that.
I couldn't sleep. Something really caught me. I told him I loved him. I mean, he didn't really know that I wasn't kidding. But did I? Was I just kidding? I've never even thought that maybe I was in love with him. I mean, I knew I liked him, but love? That's a little too far...or is it? Do I love him?
Ugh. I'll think about it later. Sleep first.
The sun streamed in, bombarding my eyes with irritation. I rubbed them and stretched out. All my muscles contracted and lengthened as I stretched. Too far! Ahhh!!! Damn, I hate it when that happens. I grabbed my calf, grunting out in pain. Rhay woke up from my noises, and laughed. "Cramp?" he asked.
The pain was leaving now. "Yeah," I panted, "stretched too far..."
"Poor Wyth...did he get a cwamp?" he asked, making his face unbelievably adorable.
"Maybe you could come kiss it?" I asked hopefully. I wasn't kidding. I really wanted him to come and kiss me, preferably on the lips.
He laughed, thinking that I was joking. Darn...If he weren't looking, I would be whining in disappointment.
"So, let's get breakfast!" he said, pumping his fist in the air.
"Okie dokes," I said, following him out the door. He walked into the kitchen, looking around for stuff. My morning wood had already gone down, but I noticed that his was still there. Yum, a hard rod of sexy foxy goodness...
"Ha, you have morning wood!" he said in a sing-song voice, pointing at the tent in my boxers.
Yeah...morning wood...right... "You do too," I said in the same manner, pointing to his own. Morning wood my ass...if only you knew you caused that...
He laughed. Flitting around the kitchen, he took out the pan and washed it, then ran to the cooler we brought for the actual food. Within minutes, the kitchen was full of the sound and smell of sizzling eggs and pancakes.
He slid the first plate to me. I thanked him. It sure was nice for him to take me here, and now he's cooking me breakfast. This is definitely not helping my crush. He sat down with his own, voraciously slaughtering his plate. I ate mine slowly, and it took slightly longer for me to finish mine.
"Wow, you even eat girly," he said, smiling.
I pouted. "And that's bad because?"
"I never said it was bad..."
I narrowed my eyes, drilling them into him. He laughed. "Come on!" he said, let's get going!
The cabin had a great backyard. It was fenced off to prevent unwanted entrances, but there was a gate to allow entrance to outside.
I wore my hiking boots, ski pants, and a jacket. I was about to step outside into the snow when Rhay pulled me back. "Are you wearing a cotton T-shirt?" he asked.
"Um, yes"
"Take it off and wear this nylon one," he said, handing me another shirt.
"Why?"
"Because when cotton gets wet, it sucks away the heat from your body"
"I'll be fine, I have a jacket!" I said, pointing to my thick, black layers.
"Okay..." he said, "suit yourself..."
Rhay took off his own shirt, revealing his body that I was practically drooling at. He wasn't the most muscular, and he didn't have a six-pack or anything, but he was pretty hot anyways. If this was a few years ago, I would have never thought that he was hot. I guess that goes along with emotional love rather than sexual. I mean, I think now that I love him, or at least I think I do or might, I don't really care if he doesn't have the perfect male body I so often fantasize about. He just seems sexier and sexier, if you ask me.
He put on his nylon shirt, following it with a black jacket and black ski pants. "Aww..." I thought when he covered himself up. He also had a really neat attachment for his boots. It was basically metal wiring that he strapped to the bottom, giving it more traction in the snow.
We ran outside, albeit weakly due to the high altitude, and started shoveling a pathway through the backyard. The snow was flaky and collapsed at the slightest touch. This was the best kind to play with, but the worst kind to walk through, especially when it was almost a foot deep. So, Rhay brought a triangular plow that he pushed through the snow, shoving the loosely packed crystals to the side.
The sun beat down on us, reflecting beautifully off the white. On the other side of the gate, was a spectacular field of the same loosely stacked snowflakes. Once the plow had done its job, Rhay pushed it aside and opened the gate.
"Okay, so, see that tree in the distance?" he asked.
I nodded, seeing him point to a large pine tree to the far left corner, about a hundred yards away.
"Stay on this side of the tree," he said.
"Is the other side private property or something?" I asked.
"No, it's a lake, and it's really dangerous if you fall in"
"Okay, Rhay"
He smiled, then pushed me through the gateway, and we were now in the field of white. It was enormous. There were a few trees around, but the largest one was the pine tree that marked the boundary we were supposed to stay in. Around us were dense tree lines, creating an isolated white plane.
"Do you want to have a snowball fight?" he asked me.
I shook my head. I didn't want to fight him. I would rather do something else with him and enjoy his company, maybe copping a secret feel or two. "How about a snow sculpture?" I suggested.
He shrugged. "Okay"
I started stomping around in the flaky snow, trying to compact it more. I saw Rhay do the same. Once the powder was less powder and more grains, we started compressing it into the right shapes.
Rhay worked on his own, and he wouldn't tell me what it was. I was trying to make the stereotypical snowman, the one with three spheres for a body and head.
Rhay is a really good artist. It's just another one of those things that I admire about him. But this time, I couldn't even tell what he was trying to do. I'd already finished the first sphere and he was basically building a dome. I guessed that it would become his foundation that he would carve something out of, but I wasn't sure. Maybe some kind of artistic technique?
When I finished my second sphere, he was scooping out the snow on one side, creating a cavern.
I worked on my third and final sphere. Rhay was busy doing something inside the cavern with his paws. I couldn't see what, and he wouldn't tell me. I looked around for some branches for arms and a pine cone for a nose. I found a few under another pine tree closer to us. I brought them back, and placed them on my snowman. Rhay sighed in satisfaction.
"Um, what did you make?" he asked, turning his attention to my sculpture.
"A snowman..." I said.
"It looks weird..."
"Well not everyone can be as fantastic as you are at art, Rhay..." I said, a little hurt, "I worked on this really hard!"
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. I really like it, though"
"Thanks...But what did you make? Did you just make a cave or something?"
"Oh this?" he said with an evil smile. "This was just to keep you from seeing what I was really doing"
"What's that...?"
He reached inside and pulled out a crudely made snowball. That bastard was making snowballs all time in the secrecy of his cave! He pegged me with one on the shoulder. "Ow!" I yelled, my voice cracking.
He laughed, and pulled out another one. I ran. As another one landed in the snow right next to me, I ran faster, changing my direction all the time so he wouldn't aim very well. I heard him yelling. I kept running. No way is he going to trick me!
I chanced a look backwards. He was cupping his paws over his muzzle to amplify his voice and also motioning for me to return. Ha, I'm not going to go back! He has like, another twenty snowballs in that thing!
"Hey, isn't that the pine tree I wasn't supposed to go past?" I thought, still looking backwards. I stopped. Whoops. The ice below me cracked under my paws, creating a hole into the icy water. I didn't even have time to scream.
However, I did have time to calmly say "Fuck" once. I mean seriously...how cool is that when it happens in the movies? I'm a star! Okay, now I can die.
Kidding. HELP ME RHAY.
I fell into the water, feeling it sting at first. Then, the coldness really hit me. It took my breath away, and I couldn't even move my chest. My diaphragm was stuck in one place. I tried to inhale, but I couldn't. I held onto the ice on the side, trying not to sink in. My paws scratched away at the cold block, but I kept slipping down. I couldn't even yell out. My breaths were short and shallow, and couldn't even move my legs very well. The cold paralyzed them. It was really stinging.
Lucky for me, Rhay saw what happened and came rushing after me. He ran after my paw prints in the snow and rushed across the lake. He lied down at the edge, reaching out to try and pull me up. The rest of what I remember is really a haze. I think I started blacking out at that point. I vaguely remember him pulling me out, though.
Rhay was lying down on the ice, and tugging on my arms. He kept yelling my name, trying to get me to respond. But seriously, if I couldn't even breathe and move, what makes him think I can talk?
Finally, he managed to yank me out of the water, and he pulled me into his arms and started carrying me back to the cabin. He was running. That's the last thing I remembered.
When I woke up, all my clothes were off and so were his, except for his boxers, and he was holding me right next to him, pressing his body against mine. If my brain wasn't frozen, I would've squealed "YES" just for being naked next to him. But right now, I loved it because he was a source of warmth.
My eyelids fluttered open. "Rhay..." I croaked weakly.
"You stupid, stupid wolf! I told you cotton is bad!" he said, and I could see tears in his eyes, running down his cheeks.
"Why are you crying...?" I asked quietly, still shivering.
"Because you almost died..." he said.
"I..." I almost died...? Oh yeah...I guess I could have died. Huh...The implications of that suddenly hit me. I almost died. I could have died. What stopped me?
"You almost died! I fished you out of the lake and carried you back here. You were barely breathing, so I had to warm you up!" he said, voice breaking up slightly.
"This is warming me up?" I asked.
"Yes, it is. I'm giving you my body heat. You're welcome." He managed a small smirk through his tears.
This really felt amazing. Not only had he saved my life, but I was freaking in bed with him, naked! Dang, this would be a dream come true if I hadn't almost died...
I hugged him closer, my teeth still chattering from the cold. He lied down, pulling me down with him. He pulled the covers over us with one paw and then went back to pressing our bodies together.
After awhile, I felt a lot better. My guess is, so did Rhay. He stopped crying and just held me close to him. My fur was still wet, but it wasn't cold anymore. I seriously contemplated pretending to be cold so he would keep holding me. I decided against it. He's done so much already. I don't really want to lie to him. It didn't stop me from almost crying when he let go, though. He measured my temperature with a thermometer from the bathroom and then lit a fire so I could warm up even more and dry my fur. He plopped me down on the couch in front of the fireplace and started making me some soup.
He put on his own clothes, after drying himself with a towel. He tossed another set of my clothes at me. "Put those on," he said.
"Aw...but I like being naked..." I said.
"You don't feel weird being naked when I'm clothed?"
"You could take yours off too," I suggested, hoping that he would agree, although I doubted it.
He chuckled. "Put those on."
I grumbled and reluctantly dressed myself. He sat down next to me, handing me a bowl of hot soup. I slurped it up greedily. I finished it within a few minutes, which is probably a new record for me.
For once, I caught Rhay staring at me. I looked back at him. Well, I really looked back into his icy blue eyes, which made it even more awkward. He didn't break eye contact, which is good for me, because I could stare at him all day.
"Feeling better now?" he said, still looking at me.
"Yes, thank you, Rhay"
"It's fine, just don't do that again"
"No really, thank you" I said quietly.
I really couldn't stop thinking about him. I had a crush on him. Hell, I think I might even love him. Do I love him? I do. I really do. I know I do. I feel the same way toward him after he saved me as before. Of course, I'm really grateful, but I know it's the same feeling--just amplified.
And then he saves my life. I know this isn't me just falling in love with someone who saved me. I'd loved him long before this.
I moved closer to him, and before my mind and common sense could adamantly refuse, I pressed my muzzle onto his, and closed my eyes. Once I fully registered what I was doing, I wanted to pull away and apologize for doing such a thing. To my surprise, I couldn't. I wanted this. I didn't care what Rhay would think of me. I just wanted to do it.
I felt a paw on my cheek. I creaked open an eye. Rhay's eyes were closed and he was stroking my cheek with his right paw. With his other, he was slowly inching toward my own paw. I helped him out and closed the distance.
Is this really happening? Is he actually enjoying this? Screw it! I'm going to enjoy this. One of my paws was currently holding Rhay's, intertwining our digits. I hooked my other arm around his neck, and I felt his right paw shift to the top of my head. He start stroking my hair and behind my ears.
He suddenly took his paw away, and I broke away from him, afraid of what would happen. My actions finally registered in my mind. Aw, shit. That wasn't the best idea. In retrospect, his stroking my hair was probably an indication that he didn't mind. But really, I needed to be sure.
"Rhay, I'm really sorry..." I said, hoping with all my heart that he really didn't mind.
He didn't say anything. I panicked. Shit, he didn't like it! And then something really scared me. He rolled his paws into fists, and he looked like he was going to hit me. I started scrambling away, backing up into the corner. He stood up and walked toward me. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" I insisted, a couple of tears sliding down my cheek. "Please don't hit me"
He only said one thing. "Why?"
I looked at him, too scared to actually understand what he was saying.
"Why did you do that?"
I could feel my heart beating. He took another step toward me. I cowered, hiding my head in my arms. "Because..."
He stared at me expectantly.
"Because I always had a crush on you, okay? Please don't hurt me!"
He stood there, unwavering in his stance and gaze.
I closed my eyes, hoping that he would let me go and not kill me. I continued, "And then I loved you! And then you saved me! And now I love you more! Just...I'm sorry...if you don't want my love...I can...I can just leave..."
I started crying really hard. I didn't want to leave him. I wanted to be with him. I must have looked really pathetic there.
Suddenly, I felt two furry arms around me. I chanced a look, and saw that he was hugging me. My first thought: "What the hell?!"
My second thought: "So...he's not going to kill me?"
My third thought: "Oh my god, we're hugging! Eeeep!"
Once that third thought hit me, I gasped. "Rhay..."
"I have a crush on you too," he said.
My eyes bugged out at this. Did he really mean that? Did he really like me? Then why was he about to hit me? Why did he look all angry all of a sudden?
He looked up. I decided to ask him. "Do you mean that?" I asked.
"I do..." That made me really confused. "Then why did you freaking accost me?!" I demanded.
"Because if you didn't mean that and it was all just a joke, that would have hurt"
"I wouldn't ever do that..."
"Yeah, I know that now"
I stared at him again, narrowing my eyes for effect. We were both sitting in the corner, and it must have looked pretty weird if someone was watching. My back was against the wall, and I was staring at him.
He stood up, offering me his paw. I accepted it, and he pulled me up with him. Then, he pushed me against the wall again. This guy is full of surprises, but not the bad kind. He dipped his head and kissed me again, his red tail curling around my legs.
I could feel his warm breath on my face, and his paws holding me against the wall by my arms. I loved every second of it. He broke the connection, and pulled me closer. "Um..." he said, "Do you maybe want to go uh...cuddle...or something?"
I laughed. Although I was a wolf and he was a fox, he'd always been the dominant one in our friendship. Now, he was letting his submissive side show just a little. "Okay, Rhay-Rhay"
I pulled him back into the bedroom. "Rhay-Rhay?" he asked me, slightly amused.
"Yeah, well, it's your nickname, I guess"
"You know my name doesn't stand for Rhay-Rhay, right?"
"Yes, but it's cool. See, I should start calling you that!"
I pushed him onto the bed and closed the door behind me. We were the only ones in the entire cabin, possibly on the entire face of the mountain, but it felt safer and more private with the door closed. "Then I should start calling you Rythy!" he exclaimed.
"Fine, Rhay it is," I said, conceding.
I tried telling myself that he was the same Rhay I had always known. But the fact that we were boyfriends really hit me like a rock. We were boyfriends. Boyfriends. That's such a wonderful word... And I love him! Oh, I just want to squeal in happiness. That means we can be together forever, right? Yeah, right! Wait. We are boyfriends, right?
"Um Rhay?" I asked.
"Mm-yeah?" he said, standing up again. He started walking toward me, sashaying his hips as he walked.
"Are you my boyfriend?"
"Only if you'll be mine" he said.
Wow...that was...almost...romantic-sounding. I'm impressed, Rhay. I mentally clapped for him. Heck, I'll do it actually.
"That was pretty romantic, Rhay. Of course I'll be your boyfriend," I said, clapping my paws repeatedly.
"Then I'll be yours," he said as he smiled smugly. He took off his shirt, letting me drool all over him again. "You like what you see?"
I nodded. He scooted forward to the foot of the bed where I was standing. He started taking my own shirt off and pulling off my shorts. He started taking off my boxers when I stopped him. "Um...not yet..." I said.
Honestly, I would have thought I'd be jumping at the chance to mate with him. But really, I even surprised myself when I stopped him. I wanted to take things slowly. I really want--no, need--this relationship to work. Well, this is like my first real relationship, so I hope he doesn't mind!
He smiled. "Okay, then we'll start here first. But it is hard to cuddle with clothes on, you know"
I raised an eyebrow. "Fine..."
He took off his own shorts and then yanked me by the arm into the bed with him. At once, he curled his tail around us, pulling me closer. "Maybe you want to be my mate later?" he asked.
"Sure..." I said, too distracted by his nuzzles to really think about it. Even if my mind was clear, I would have accepted it in a second. Then something occurred to me. I mean, now that I know that I love him, does he love me? Oh, I hope he loves me. Well, he said he has a crush on me. Loving is just a hop and a skip away!
As if he could read minds, he spoke up. "I think I love you, Ryth"
At that moment, I knew we could be together. I knew it would work. We were inseparable. As mushy and romantic as it sounds, that's what I felt. We were forever bonded. Emotionally, at any rate.
"I love you too," I said, trying to be as romantic as I could. It didn't come out right. My voice cracked, too. Damn. He laughed again.
He laid back in relaxation as I continued to snuggle him, rubbing my muzzle over his neck and chest. I murred constantly, sending both of us into a tired stupor.
My eyes started feeling dryer and dryer, so I started blinking longer and longer. Eventually, my eyelids wanted to stay in the closed state, so I kept them there. I fell asleep not long after. I mean, how could I not? I have a beautiful fox boyfriend letting me nuzzle him, and I was tired from almost drowning and freezing.
"Um...Ryth..." I heard. "Ryth!" it came again, louder.
I opened my eyes slightly, and a fox was staring back at me. We were still in the bed, and he was still lying next to me, pressing his tummy against mine. "Mm...yeah?" I said sleepily.
"Two things: firstly, can we turn over? My arm's stuck under the pillow and it's falling asleep"
I shifted my body weight, giving him room to maneuver his arm around so he wasn't lying on top of it anymore. "What's the second?" I yawned.
"You've been humping me in your sleep," he said with a smirk.
That woke me up. "What?"
"Yeah, see?" he said, grabbing onto my hardened shaft through my boxers. I moaned when he did that. He giggled.
"Hmm...I see someone is horny..." he said, "maybe you want to be my mate now?"
I, being the horny wolf that I was, could not refuse. Wait...didn't I refuse earlier? I had told him that I wanted to mate later... WHATEVER. IT'S LATER.
"Okay..." I said.
He licked me on the neck, slurping away at the fur while he pulled down my boxers. I helped him by kicking at the clothing until it fell off the bed. I felt so naked. I've never really been completely naked for a guy before, and having him stuck against me and licking me wasn't really helping with the awkwardness.
He gave my cock a squeeze, and I didn't have to worry about it anymore. All that mattered was being with him here and now. I hooked my own paws around Rhay's own boxers and pulled them down. He kicked them aside. I could feel that he was completely hard too. The bed's blankets and covers had already fallen onto the ground. Our clothing joined them.
I gripped my paw around Rhay's shaft, rubbing it softly. I felt him do the same to mine. Soon, the air was penetrated with our moans and heavy breathing. The air was filling with musk--mostly mine--and it just added to our desire.
Still lying down, I pressed my body up against his, directly rubbing my cock onto his. We both let go, and felt each other with our shafts. His felt a little smaller than mine. I looked down for the first time after being absorbed into his beautiful eyes again.
I looked like it was about five inches, compared to my nine. He noticed me looking. "Sorry, it's kind of small," he said, turning red.
"No, it's not...and I think it's really hot..." I said, grinding my hips against his, making him moan in pleasure.
"Ryth," he said, "can I taste you?"
I smiled. "I'd be insulted if you didn't."
He giggled, and then licked my neck again. He lowered his muzzle, and licked my chest. He left a kiss on each side and then travelled down my body, eventually reaching his destination. He breathed on it, making it throb once. He ran his tongue from the base to the tip, making me shudder in pleasure.
He started flicking his tongue at the head, poking and prodding the hole at the tip. Every time he did so, I could feel my cock twitch and throb in anticipation. He reached up with a paw and started rubbing my balls. I could feel him playing with them gently, all while he was sloppily slurping at my cock.
After what seemed like hours, he finally popped it into his mouth. He bit down softly, rubbing his teeth against the sensitive tip. I yelled out, throwing my head back and bucking my hips up slightly, trying to get him to engulf more of my cock. He slid his mouth down another inch, and another. Soon, I could feel that my shaft was going into his throat. A few tears escaped from him trying to escape his gag reflex. To my surprise, he succeeded, and his lips met my tummy.
He immediately pulled off of my shaft. "I'm sorry," he said, "I can't...it's too big..."
I pulled him back up to me and kissed him hard. We haven't really had any tongue play before. I kind of wanted to actually make out with him. I wanted to lick and slurp at his tongue, but after that, I didn't care. Any connection with him on the muzzle is great. "It's okay. Was that your first time?"
He nodded.
"Well, that was great. Oh, and this is also my first time, if you haven't guessed already"
He smiled. "Um...how do I put this gently...fuck me?"
"Oh I'd love to..." I said with a smirk. Actually, I've always wanted him to be top. I'm definitely more of a bottom myself. But really, I think I wanted to be with Rhay so much, I didn't mind if I was top just this one time.
We didn't have any lube, so Rhay's saliva already on my cock would have to do. I lied on my back, and he straddled my body, raising his tail so he could sit directly onto my rod. I felt the tip press up against his tailhole. He put more weight on it, and it popped in. He grunted. He lowered himself slightly, and shrieked in pain. He immediately got up and collapsed onto me. "It hurts too much..."
I thought for a moment. "Would it hurt less if I loosened you up first?"
"Probably..." he said, turning himself around so his tailhole was right in front of my muzzle. He raised his tail again, propping on top of my head. To keep himself busy, he started licking my cock again, trying to lube me up even more so it would hurt less.
My knot was slowly forming from the constant attention. Rhay looked up and turned around. "Ryth..." he said, "Your knot is so big..."
"Oh, um...yeah...it can get really wide...sorry," I said.
"No...I really like it."
I smiled. "Yay..." I said half-heartedly, more distracted by sexy fox hole in front of my muzzle.
I pressed the tip of my tongue against Rhay's tailhole. It immediately clamped shut. "Rhay, you have to relax"
"Okay, I'll try," he said. I felt it loosen a little. I tried inserting my tongue again. It closed again. I sighed. I resorted to my other tactic. I brought my paw up to his tailhole and poked a digit in. It tightly closed onto it, but my digit was stronger than my tongue and I was able to thrust it in further.
Rhay started moaning. He wrapped his muzzle around my cock to muffle the sound. As a result, I felt the vibrations from his moaning and I poked my digit in further.
Trying not to be distracted by the amazing waves of vibration I was feeling, I started swiveling my digit around, stretching out the fox's tailhole by pressing against the sides. I put in another digit and repeated my circular motions. I inserted another one. He started moaning loudly. Well, not really loudly since he was muffled by my cock. I was the one who was moaning loudly.
I pulled out my digits. Rhay turned around. Before straddling my tummy again, he spat onto my cock, rubbing another glob of his saliva onto it. He looked scared. I held his paws, trying to comfort him.
"You know, you don't have to do this if you don't want to"
"I want to," he said with conviction.
He lowered himself, and the tip popped in easily. He put more weight on it, and the shaft started sliding in. The stretching and saliva really helped him take it. He was still whimpering occasionally but I could tell it was a lot easier for him.
Soon, his ass touched my thighs and I knew we had hilted. Well, not exactly. While he was moaning into my cock, my knot had really formed, and he was really just sitting on my knot. He nodded, and then I began my thrusting.
He felt amazingly warm, wet, and tight. Even though I had rimmed him so he'd be loose, he still managed to hug my cock tightly.
I tried thrusting into him. Really, he should be the one doing most of the work since he was the one riding me, but I guess I was feeling nice. Being the generous canine that I was, I did the work. Okay, fine. I couldn't do it myself. So I asked him to help. "Rhay...can you go up and down a little?"
He nodded, and lifted his body off of my cock. A slick slurping sound came out as my rod slid out. I decided to have a little fun. Without him expecting it, I pushed down on his thighs and forced him back down while thrusting up at the same time. My knot smashed into his tailhole.
He collapsed onto my chest, screaming "Yeah!" loudly.
I smirked. "So you like it rough, do you, slut?"
In the most sluttish voice imaginable, he moaned out a "Yeah, fuck your slut!"
He lifted himself up again, this time almost letting my cock slip out. I pushed him down and thrust upward as hard as I could. My knot still refused to be stuffed in. However, Rhay wailed, "Yeah!" in a girly tone.
Huh...I didn't know he could be girly. I mentally shrugged. As long as he's enjoying it, I guess. I decided to give him what he wants. It wasn't really my style, but it obviously was his. "So you want to be my slut?"
"Yeah!" he whined in the same girly voice.
"Then let me fuck you properly like the slut you are"
I pushed him off, and my cock slid out of him with a slurp and a pop. He opened his eyes, expecting me to tell him what to do.
"On your knees, slut!" I barked, pushing him face-first into the bed. I honestly hoped I wasn't being too rough with him. He moaned in desire, so I guess he really liked it. It felt a little awkward. I wanted to be the slut...
"Yes, master..." he moaned, lifting his tail again, revealing his slick hole. Actually, I kind of liked him calling me "master." I guess it appealed to me dominant nature or something. Either way, I was starting to actually enjoy myself. Well, not that I wasn't enjoying myself before...
Rhay repositioned himself, resting his head against the bed while lifting his ass in the air and flicking his tail over. Kneeling right behind him, I placed the tip of my cock at the entrance to his cave. "You want me deep in you, slut?"
"Yeah, fuck me hard, master," he whined.
I thrust my hips forward as fast as I could, and shoved all nine inches into the fox's tailhole. He screamed, and I suddenly thought I went too far with him, but he suddenly wailed out "Make me your slut"
I happily obliged. I pulled out my shaft, tip and all. Then, when he was least expecting it, I rammed it back in. The knot started pushing against the hole, but still refused to be shoved in. I pulled out again, and thrust again, my knot smashing against his tailhole.
Every time I thrust, Rhay would moan out. Occasionally, he would moan out phrases like "Fuck me harder, master" or "Abuse your slut." That really just increased my desire. I maintained my thrusting, and finally found a pace I enjoyed. I would pull out about three-quarters of the way and then ram my cock into him with all my strength. Amazingly, my knot remained stubborn. Well, I always did have a relatively big knot so it would be hard to put it in anyways. The fact that I was hornier than ever before in my life didn't help either.
I tried shoving it in, but every time, it would just hit the outer ring of Rhay's tailhole and stop there. I thought that maybe some lube would help, but we didn't have any. So instead, I pulled out completely, and turned Rhay over onto his back; he was panting hard. "Please fuck your slut" he whined, eyes still closed.
"Use your mouth and make my cock slick again, slut" I ordered, poking his muzzle with my rod while I straddled his front.
Rhay opened his eyes and took me into his mouth. He propped himself up on his elbows and tried to shove my cock down his throat. Once again, he couldn't it was too painful for him. I didn't really want to force him too much. Instead, I gave him another command. "Lube my knot, slut"
He got up completely, and crawled over to me on all fours. I was still kneeling on the bed. The fox gasped lightly at the enormous knot before him. I'd never seen it that big before. It must have been almost four inches in diameter. No wonder it didn't want to be stuffed in Rhay. He licked around the bulbous and throbbing knot, slurping around it. He ran his tongue over and under it, also licking the other side. He wrapped his muzzle around my knot from the side, trying to fit the entire sphere into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it, all the time while drooling all over it.
I pushed him off. "Now I'm going to tie you, slut" I said, forcing him back into the same position as before. He lifted his tail in the air again, flicking it over his back. I put the tip inside him just so I could guide myself in. "You ready, slut?" I felt a little repetitive, since I couldn't really think of anything too call him but "slut." Good thing he didn't mind.
"Tie me, master" he whined.
Using all my strength, I rammed my hips forward, shoving my length into his tailhole. Frick. It still didn't work. I pulled out again.
I positioned the tip just inside again. This time, I pushed in slowly. My rod was engulfed by his hole. When my knot pressed against his ring, I didn't stop. I kept pushing, harder and harder. His tailhole opened wider a little, but not much. I pushed harder. Rhay started screaming loudly, writhing around. I held him down.
I pushed even harder, shoving my knot inside him with brute force. His screaming turned into shrieking as I added more strength.
Finally, with a loud wet slurp and a deafening pop, my knot was forcefully stuffed into Rhay.
He shrieked louder than ever before, partially collapsing onto the bed. He managed to keep himself up just by a thread. He was screaming constantly, reaching higher pitches. Not as high as me, of course, but still way up there. I decided to stop for a while to really let him get used to it.
I didn't even want to thrust softly inside of him. I wanted to let him get used to having a four-inch knot inside of him. He wouldn't have it: "Fuck me hard, master... it feels so good," he screamed. No, he shrieked. I swear, he's going to lose his voice after this. Well, I'm not complaining.
Letting my instincts take over, I started thrusting like a jackhammer, pounding away from inside him. Rhay's own five-inch length was already throbbing. I reached around his hips and started stroking it. His high-pitched yells were nonstop. "It feels so good...make me your slut..."
I increased my stroking and started rubbing it roughly. I gripped it tightly in my paw and ran up and down the length, forcefully pawing him off.
I could feel my orgasm coming. I hazily remember leaning forward and tightly biting onto Rhay's shoulder, almost drawing blood. I thrust even harder, my knot tugging at his tailhole from the inside. Finally, I was brought over the edge, and ropes of my creamy seed shot out, painting Rhay a different color. While I was exploding with my own load, the fox had his own orgasm, spurting out globs and globs of his cum onto the bedding. He screamed in pleasure. I kept roughly pawing him off, and remembered to leave his cock alone after he finished cumming. I didn't want to hurt him by rubbing his shaft when it became very sensitive after his orgasm.
Since I tied him, my cock was spurting out more cum than I have ever actually made. After awhile, my balls started feeling a little sore, to be honest. I didn't want to stop, though. The fact that I have Rhay tied onto me just made me thrust harder.
I finished shooting my last ropes of thick cum and then collapsed onto Rhay. He lied on the bed, panting hard, not caring that his tummy fur was getting sticky from his cum. I lied on top of him, also breathing hard.
"Did...you...like it?" I asked between heavy breaths.
"Mm...I loved it...but next time you're the slut, Ryth..." he moaned.
I rolled over onto my side, wrapping my legs around his waist and wrapping my arms around his chest.
"Please don't move!" he moaned loudly.
"What's wrong?" I asked, alarmed.
"Your knot...it hurts..." he whimpered.
"Sorry, Rhay...I can't take it out for another half hour or so..."
"It's okay...just...don't move...please..." he grunted.
I giggled. "Okay, I'll try"
We'd been at it for over an hour. It felt amazing. I personally felt better knowing that wanted me to be rough with him and I wasn't hurting him. When my knot finally did shrink back down, my cock popped out of him and released another river of cum into the sheets. I accidentally left the fox's tailhole gaping wide with my four-inch knot, but it started closing back up. Soon, it was back to its tight self again, ready for another session of abuse from his master. But later. I'm spent. I'm more of a...one show a night type of wolf.
"So um...it's dinner time..." he said. He was facing me again, and nuzzling me.
"I'm not really hungry...are you?"
"Nope...do you want to just stay here?"
"Okay," I said happily, nuzzling him back.
"Are you sure you're not hungry? I could always give you something to eat, Ryth."
"It's okay. Worst case scenario, we'll drink each other's cum or something."
Rhay giggled. "I love you, Rhythm."
"I love you too, Rhay. Are we mates now?"
"Yes," he said, "Yes we are."
Sunlight streamed in again. I groaned, not wanting to wake up. My stomach growled. Oh yeah, I didn't have dinner last night...Rhay was already up. He was stroking my chest, murring contentedly. "How long have you been up?" I asked sleepily.
"Like, almost an hour"
"You could have gotten up, you know"
"But I like staying with you..."
"Hey Rhay, I have a question" There was something I really wanted to ask him, ever since he admitted to having a crush on me yesterday. I sat up, feeling the sleepiness leave me.
"What is it?"
"You said you really liked me too, but you never wanted to share a bed with me, or be close to me or anything. Why?"
Rhay sighed. "I really did, Ryth. I really wanted to be with you. But I was scared. If I managed to get close to you, and it turned out that it didn't mean anything, then that would have hurt me"
I nodded. "I understand. I was just curious and all. But you know I love you, right?"
"I know, and hey...I love you too"
I sighed in satisfaction. "You know, we still get to have an entire cabin to ourselves today"
Rhay gave me a suggestive smile. "So what do you want to do?"
"Eat breakfast," I said, bopping him on the nose with my paw. He rolled his eyes and got up from the bed, seeing me follow soon after.
Rhay tossed me a log. It was one of those thick, wrapped cylinders designed for fireplaces. I started un-wrapping it.
"Don't do that!" he shouted.
I froze. "Uh, why?"
"You're not supposed to unwrap it...You light it as is..." he said, laughing.
"Oh...I'm sorry..." I said. I felt kind of bad. I didn't mean to ruin it.
"Nah, it's okay. I'm just teasing" he said, tickling me with his red tail.
I sighed. He took the log from my paws and chucked it into the pit. He lit it with the nearby lighter and sat back, resting his back on the couch again.
I stared intently at the growing flame, watching it engulf the wrapper and then catch on the corners of the actual log. I've never actually seen one of these before. Any fire we've ever had was lit by Rhay and I hadn't been around to see it. It was mesmerizing. Watching the little blue ghost gorge itself on the brown cylinder seemed to absorb me.
What brought me out of my trance was a certain playful fox who surprise tackled me on the rug.
I yelled out, as he held my arms down and was on all fours around me. I giggled. "Frisky again?" I said.
He shook his head. "Nope, I just wanted to pin you."
I tilted my head slightly on the carpet, staring up at him. "Why?"
"So I could do this," he said, lowering his entire body on top of me, letting his muzzle fall onto mine. At first, when we connected, my first thought was, "Wow, that was pretty romantic"
My mind wiped blank after that. I lost myself in that kiss. Rhay had collapsed onto me, and was stroking the fur on my sides. I lifted my arms, no longer pinned by his, and wrapped them around his upper back.
Still connected at the muzzle, I held him tighter. He shifted, sliding his paws upward to rest on my shoulders.
Rhay opened his mouth, poking at my closed teeth with his tongue. I yielded, and granted him entrance. Although we'd kissed before, and even had sex, we'd never really had an open-mouthed kiss yet. This was our first.
I felt the fox lick me softly on the tongue. I returned the stroke, letting him know that I was responsive. We folded our tongues around each other, twirling them around in passion. I explored his mouth, prodding my tongue into every crevice, tasting some of the peppermint from the mint he had earlier.
Rhay broke off, panting heavily. His eyes glowed with satisfaction and affection. My eyelids fell again, and pulled him back down with a paw. We connected again, and this time we didn't hesitate in our oral play.
He reached up with a paw and stroked my cheek lovingly. At that moment, I knew. I knew that this is the one I wanted to spend my life with. This is the one I'll love forever. I'll tell him as soon as we get done with this kiss. If I'm lucky, then maybe I'll never have to tell him.
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