Coons At A Con
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The webcam comes on and the post begins with a raccoon in a white and blue hockey jersey sitting on the edge of a hotel bed. This image is a little fuzzy but the figure there is smiling and seemingly excited. His bright emerald eyes shine and he begins:
"Justin's journal entry number three for Generi-con 2K4 and do I have something to tell you people. I'm fucking in love, ya'll!" The raccoon on the screen squeals in his exuberance. He blushes then continues at a pace that screams about an eminent break. Like a little shot of water breaching the stone just before a dam collapses. "I'll tell ya'll how it happened just as soon as I get the flashback feature to work on this cam." The raccoon disappeared from view just as the screen becomes wavy as if it was being submerged in water. It was standard flashback fare and a nice effect to have.
For anyone who doesn't know, Generi-con is a convention of only moderate size hosted in the midwest for those who enjoy sci-fi, fantasy and gaming. They called it Generi-con because all the other good names were taken. But back to the task at hand. I'd been at the con for a day. It had been mediocre. A few minor purchases a game of dungeons and dragons. Nothing major. But then the second day came around. I was standing in line to get an autograph on my new copy of "Shards Of The Looking Glass" when the person who was in front of me, a slightly cushier raccoon in a black t-shirt and jeans stood up and turned suddenly after having his book autographed. He was the exact same height as me and he bumped right into me! His nose right to mine. I'm so glad now that I didn't flinch before he hit me because I found myself staring into the most beautiful blue eyes I'd ever seen. He hesitated and stared back at me, seeming more like he'd ran into an oncoming locomotive than a little guy like myself.
"Um..sorry bud." He spoke up after a few moments. His voice was soft and even, if a little nervous.
"No um..my..it was my fault." God, I sounded so stupid. I watched him walk away as I had my book signed. In the crowd I could see him, glancing back toward me. I blushed hotly and left the line into the crowd after him. Perhaps he'd be interested in a drink at the hotel bar or something? As if. He probably had someone. He wasn't looking at me but that other person in the crowd. His black furred hand was in his backpack. He seemed to be making a show of putting his book back. Maybe he was waiting on me to get there? Nah.
"Um hey." I said, trying to sound like I wasn't almost head over heels for him, "My name's Justin. How's it goin?" There. That wasn't so bad.
"Hey yourself." He offered his hand and I shook. "I'm David and its goin' pretty good. Listen, sorry about the bumpin' into ya thing." His voice had a northern accent. It made him sound scales more intelligent than me with my souther twang by comparison. My cheeks were warm but I tried to play it off.
"That's fine, David, no problem at all. I'm excited to be here too." The comment earned a chuckle. Excellent! Headway!
"Yeah, its my first time here and I'm trying to meet some people, you know? Mix it up."
"Hey, listen: are you doin' anything later? Maybe we could meet up at the hotel bar? Talk about the book?"
I held up my copy of 'Shards' with a hopeful smile, though it could have looked desperate. "I'll buy." That was added. That was usually a seller. David was smiling, then he nodded, "Cool, lemme go drop some of this con swag off in my room and I'll be right back down." In my mind a strange thing happened. There was a single spotlight that lit up a raccoon (me) dressed in a tophat, tails, cane and even little spats on my black feet. Jazz music played and this Manhattan version of myself began what I could only begin to describe as a full out happy dance. Thankfully the physical version of what played in my mind never made itself manifest. Grace be to whatever greater being it is that watches over little smitten raccoon in a moment of potentially disastrous social embarrassment. As we parted his tail brushed my hand. I wasn't sure if it was accident or not but I know that my hand sliding along its length until it terminated in a silky black tip was no accident. He glanced back, giving me the single most playfully accusing glance I'd ever seen. Again with the warming cheeks and I fled into the crowd, holding my messenger bag close and tail bouncing as I went.
Beelining it to the hotel bar, The Upper Deck, I collapsed into a cushy leather chair at a little grouping in the corner. Considering it was five in the afternoon it was surprisingly desolate. There were a few con-goers at the bar. Easily spotted for the major 'gamer giveaways', black t-shirt, a little or a lot of extra weight, male pattern baldness, and a greasy ponytail. No doubt they were frazzing the poor bartender with stories of dragon slaying and level twelve wizards that would have put his poor mundane mind to pudding skin. I made for the silver flask I keep in my messenger bag at cons and just when the promise of a quick nip was about to be fulfilled there's a sweet whisper in my ear, "You know I could have you thrown out of here for that, eh coon?" I turned back to watch as a vixen in a striped referee's shirt and khaki shorts sauntered around and sat in the chair next to mine. The gold nameplate on her shirt labeled her as Trisha. Fuck, she works here and I'm caught with outside liquor. "I'm not though." She grinned and leaned in close, adjusting the cute rimless glasses she wore. Trisha's eyes were that warm brown color and she looked almost puckish.
"Sorry." I said quickly and pocketed the offending object. When I began to stand to leave her hand fell on my arm, ruffling the sleek gray fur there. "I said I could. Never said I would." She continued to smile, "What're you havin' there? I'll get ya one legally and at half price." Daniels, I told her and she was off in a skip. The bartender sloshed the Jack and ice quickly to get away from the trio dogging his ear. He watched Trisha go with a look of such pathetic sadness I just wanted to hug him. My drink was delivered and she returned to the seat next to me. "You with the con?" She asked. When I nodded she nodded, "Brings in good business. Brings in the freaks too." Trisha motioned to the counter where a guy in a white polo shirt was countering an enthusiastic description of an X-Wing's thrusters. His take that a Shuttlecraft's engines were more powerful wasn't well liked by the others. Polo shirt was pelted with pretzels and the bartender just looked miserable. Trisha shook her head then looked back at me, "I'm Trish. You waiting on someone?"
"Justin," I replied, "Yeah, kinda nervous about it too."
"Eh, c'mon, don't be. You're a good guy I bet." She grinned, her ears taking on the appearance of horns, "Chances are you ain't sleeping alone tonight."
"Its not that, I mean..." I stammered. Did she really think I had the chance of hopping into the sack with this guy or was she just hitting on me? I think I'm going to call him Rappesius, you know, the great being who smiles on little raccoons just before they make an incredible social blunder then intervenes to save them from embarrassment? Yeah, Rappesius smiled on me big time and David walked in. I flagged him down and as he came over I saw Trish's smile falter. "Sorry, Trish." I said sadly. She nodded and stood cheerfully. She offered the newcomer her chair. At first he wouldn't take it but she took out her orderbook and winked at him, casting her eyes quickly to me then landing her gaze back on David. The second raccoon sat, smiled and crossed his legs neatly.
"Have we ordered yet?" he asked, his smile warm. He'd changed clothes. Now he wore a white tee with black wolf pawprints tracking along the pack and different jeans. These were cargos. Those bright eyes fell on me and sadly Rappesius was no where to be found. I froze. Doe in the headlights. Luckily, Trish was my resident acolyte of the greater one and intervened on his behalf.
"Just a drink so far, sugar." The vixen smiled and secreted me a thumbs-up. "What would you be having?"
"Just a beer thanks. Are we doing food, Justin? I'm starved. I'll pitch half." The thumbs up became a prod which brought me back to reality. "Um, yeah sure. We'll eat. And if you touch that tab you're gonna lose some finger, bud." Trish chuckled and David smiled. She left and soon we ordered burgers and ate while discussing the book and each other's backgrounds. The rest of the date, well not date... The rest of the meeting went wonderfully. It turned out we have a lot in common. He's a computer tech and I'm going to school studying software engineering. We talked for several hours. The burgers had been great and I was working on my sixth Jack and he on his eighth beer. We raccoons pack away alcohol no problem. I checked my watch and goggled at the time. It was going on ten! When I mentioned it he remarked, "Then no wonder my butt's gone to sleep." Then he laughed. I laughed too. But it was time to be heading out. The hotel bar would be closing up soon. Trish was already on her way over to collect the tab. She brightened when I paid with a fifty and told her to keep the change. She wanted to know if we'd be back tomorrow and I told her to count on it. Turns out our first drinks will be free tomorrow.
We stood in the hall across from one another, nervously regarding one another. We each knew what the other wanted but how to ask about it? I ran a hand through my short hair and summoned up the old Irish courage, Whiskey. I called upon its power to grant me strength. "Do you wanna walk me to my room?" There it was, out in the open. David grinned and assented to my request. Remember that tap dancing raccoon in my mind? There it goes again.
The elevator doors shut and we were alone. I was completely unprepared for what was about to happen. There was no 'hey I had a great time' and no 'would love to do it again'. No none of that. There was a raccoon in a white pawprint tee who looked at me, smiled, then slid his hand into mine.
It was warm and fit mine perfectly. I smiled back, but remember when I said I was unprepared? He moved closer and ran his fingers over my cheek. He was tracing a band of white that ran parallel just below the band of black that made up the 'mask' on my face. Rappesius was on vacation! His acolytes had abandoned me and I pitched a tent right in the middle of the elevator. He glanced down when he felt the slight pressure on his leg and I blushed so hot I swear the alarms should have gone off. Now there are two ways for this to go: The first is he's back up, offended. The second: he'd coon it up and be the opportunist. Needless to say a black hand slid over the outside of my jeans. Opportunist! He pressed his palm against the erection and purred as he leaned in closer. You know how they say the first kiss is the one that can shake the Earth to the core? Don't they know it! We kissed and either the elevator stopped with a jerk or the world was collapsing. Luckily, it was the elevator stopping and we got off at my floor. He started down the hall but I grabbed him by his shoulder and pulled him back around into another deep kiss, my hand sliding over the white tee and down to the band of his jeans. From there I dragged David to my room by the waist of his pants. I tossed my messenger bag into a corner and smirked, flicking on my stereo. It was good to keep one at cons should a room party erupt and there be no music. Flogging Molly played at a reasonable volume as I turned back to him. David had taken up a spot on the edge of my bed and was leaning forward to open my gray laptop, upon which was set a little stick webcam. Its from there I've been doing my video journal entries. He'd never manage to open it.
With a playful (rebel) yell I leapt onto the bed and pounced my new close friend and soon to be bed buddy. He pulled me into a kiss and held me tight. Each of my khaki jnco beset legs straddled his left thigh and we were making out like it was going out of style. My shirt came off first. It was the first to be added to a heap that would include my khakis, his shirt, his jeans and both of our under roos. Time to get down to brass tax. I slid down his leg and looked up at him before giving his member a slow affectionate lap starting at his sac and working my tongue up to the tip. His sigh was gold so I did it a second time then took him slowly into my mouth. David's fingers tangled in my hair as I bobbed slowly up and down on him. It wasn't very long before he pulled back and forced me to change the positions. We lay on our sides, working slowly at one another's cock. I stopped first and whined for him to stop as well. His pre was a sweet salty mixture that I could really get used to but we had to stop or I'd cream his face and we probably wouldn't get to go any further for a while. I wanted him now. Our eyes met and I fell again for those clear blue eyes. Without further hesitation I rolled him onto his back and straddled his hips, positioning my tail hole at his tip. David whined and bucked slightly against me. It sank slowly inside as I lowered myself onto it. The cock was firm and I felt it slide smoothly in until my rear met his thighs. I groaned out loudly and lifted back up to do it again. As I took up the rhythm David joined in, arching his back and moving his hips in time with me. He held my hands as he moaned out, my firm rear becoming a little more yielding with his pre as a lubricant. I moved faster and his hand broke away from mine. It fell to my cock, still hard from our earlier time and harder still from the firm member in my ass. He stroked her vigorously and I practically screamed. I was loosing a steady stream of warm precum and he was using it to its fullest advantage.
Faster still I rode the raccoon I had met earlier in line at a book signing, his moans becoming urgent and mine becoming louder nearly drowning out the sounds of the Irish punk bank that played in the background. He grunted and bit his lip, one of his hands pulling me down by my him so to force every inch of his member into me just as he came. Fuck it was a wonderful feeling feeling my insides drenched in hot cum. He yelped as I came in turn having pawed myself off to climax.
My load fell in burning sticky streams on his stomach and his chest. David sighed blissfully and I whined as I lifted myself up off of his cock, my rear a little sore and ignobly dripping cum. I straddled his thigh again and smirked watching him run his fingers through the little spurts of cum I had left cooling on him and take it to his mouth with a satisfied smile. After he licked his chops he smiled at me and we kissed a little more before taking a short nap together.
It was a little past eleven when he snuck out of bed to go to my bathroom. While he was gone I put on my clothes, some jeans and my hockey jersey.
"So there you have it! That was my second day at Generi-con! Did you like the flashback waves? New program I'm working on just for giggles." The raccoon in the camera viewfinder is joined by a second in a white tee shirt and jeans.
"Hey Justin, what's this?"
Justin clings to the waist of the other raccoon and drags him down to sit on the bed next to him.
"Everyone, this is David. David, say hi."
The second raccoon leans in and peers into the lens of the stick webcam so that a great blue blur of an eyes is all that can be seen then comes back grinning. He waves enthusiastically then kisses Justin's cheek. "Hi people Justin's talking to." A thick ringed tail flies up into the view, obscuring Justin. Justin is laughing and pushes the tail aside. "C'mon, Justin, we're gonna be late for the con's rave dance thing!" Justin get's dragged out of the frame but returns just long enough to speak two words then click off the webcam before being forcibly yoinked out again, "End transmission!"