Coffee... for One
Rain beat down hard on the plate glass windows of The Dragon Fly, Faeros City's 'newest and hippest' coffee shop. It was, however, neither new nor hip; rather it was originally Cambrydge, and the new owner had just added more chrome and gaudy décor he called 'kitsch.' Near the back of the quiet, but otherwise busy, delicatessen sat a black and white splotched rabbit of otherwise diminutive size. His ears seemed much to long for his soft, round face, and his rosy nose curved upwards slightly. Albeit these were not traits one might notice at first glance, but to their wielder, they were the objects by which he would most certainly be judged.
Alex, the rabbit in question, hated these things about himself. His very hatred for his own appearance was the reason why the rabbit kept himself tucked away in the confines of a plain, and often black or gray, hooded sweatshirt. To Alex, the weather wasn't an issue. It wouldn't have bothered him if it were hotter than a jackal's balls in the desert out, he still wrapped himself in a hoodie. Regardless, over the hum of the room, Alex could hardly hear his own pawtips as they struck the keys of his laptop.
As he glanced up, his jaw dropped, eliciting a half-hearted moan. At the bar stood a collie. Alex swore this wasn't just any collie though. His long, shaggy hair had the same colour, same patterns; he wore a shirt that was way too tight, and jeans that were far too loose. Alex could swear that was Tristan. On his chest he could already feel those broad paws once more--he could smell the collie's musk--he knew that was HIS colliewolf. As the collie turned, Alex saw instead the softer, less sharp and hardened face of a purebred collie; a collie with warm eyes as brown as amber... not the sharp, heterochromic orbs of Tristan.
As he lowered his head to his laptop's keyboard in dismay, his ears flopped over the monitor, piercing clanking against the hard plastic as teardrops formed in the corner of his eyes. It was too much for him to think that Tristan would be back for him already. The colliewolf had been gone two weeks officially, but Alex still missed him as if he'd been gone for years. Why exactly, he wasn't sure. Tristan had never put Alex anywhere close to his level of comfort. But even as Alex began to discount the colliewolf's merits, he began to reminisce about meeting the beast. It had been unseasonably warm for Faeros, the entire town was on watch for drought, and the City Water Authority had placed the town on an 'Odds and Evens' system for who could water their lawn when. Alex had been in Cambrydge, working on a term paper for his summer course while sipping on a lukewarm cappuccino when in the door walked a shirtless collie. His ears were pierced in several places, and he wore clothes that looked like hand-me-downs. This ragged, coarse dog scanned the room, catching Alex's eye before ordering his own drink. Alex had immediately ducked his head, pretending not to have noticed. He realized though that this was no ordinary collie, this boy's face was... sharp. The dog's features were stout and well defined. Though his ears hung, they still came to sharp points. Unlike a normal dog, his eyes were mismatched, one blue, one green. At any rate, Alex buried his nose into his laptop, toiling away at it, not wanting to hassle with such an intimidating animal.
He sighed, looking about the room, thinking evermore longfully about Tristan and his steely gaze. Alex remembered how the colliewolf had strode to his table, bumping into it and sending the rabbit's cappuccino crashing to the floor, soaking his ripped faded jeans leg. Alex had jumped to his feet, started and screaming about the 'goddamn bumbling oaf' and questioning the legitimacy of his birth. He caught himself, clapping a paw over his muzzle, apologizing to the collie he had hoped to avoid. To Alex's surprise, he just smiled.. The rabbit remembered Tristan's reply as if it had been yesterday, and not four years ago. He had smiled at Alex winking and asked him "Can I buy you another drink? To replace the one I spilled? I'd hate to think that little old me got such a.... well little you in such a rut." Alex remembered how Tristan had sneered when he called the rabbit 'little' intending it to rile the rabbit a bit.
He let Tristan buy him another, which led to two and three more cups for both of them. Alex had neglected his paper as he spent the next three hours talking with the collie. He'd learned that the collie was in town 'for the sake of getting out' and nothing more. Faeros was 900 miles from home for Tristan... and impossible distance in the rabbit's head. As the course of the evening began to wind down, and night fell officially on Faeros, Tristan had asked Alex out to supper with him. Neither of the boys had plans, and Tristan had mentioned 'needing to know where the good eats were.' He remembered Tristan asking him where he had parked... The rabbit didn't drive... but Tristan wouldn't have known this. So Tristan offered to drive, if Alex didn't mind riding on his motorcycle... yet again, Tristan wouldn't know of the fear of such things... but he gave in.
As they left Cambrydge and rounded the corner into the alleyway where Tristan's motorcycle was parked, Alex felt a broad paw he figured to be Tristan's press into the small of his back. He blushed, but carried on walking until the paw went from comforting to accosting as the collie collie shoved him against the dumpster, just feet from the motorcycle. Shocked, Alex had lost his breath. He was now panting, clawing at the dumpster trying to get as flat to it and as far from Tristan as he could. The collie's larger paws landed on either side of the rabbit's chest, barring him from running away. 'Aww, come now bunny... where's that spunk you showed me earlier? What kind of scared little shit are you?' Alex swallowed hard, he had no words, he knew no words. He felt as the collie collie's right paw slid down and under his hoodie, under his shirt and felt it's way to tease his nipples. Immediately, they hardened under the collie's pawtips. 'So that's where your spunk went,' Tristan had goaded, as his left paw sunk downwards to toy with the rabbit's button and zipper on his jeans.
Alex mumbled out 'Stop' but it was incoherently mixed with moans as the paw dove into his jeans gripping his sheath and toying with his scrotum with a stray pawtip. The collie collie moved his right paw down into Alex's jeans, down to cup the rabbit's firm rump before pinching it and removing the paw. He had gripped Alex's paws, and forced the rabbit to unfasten his ratty jeans, letting them fall away like the rags they were. In the pitch black of the alley, Alex couldn't see the swelling knot harboured in the collie's sheath, but Tristan remedied that by placing his white paw on the throbbing, shaggy flesh. 'This... this isn't right,' Alex stammered.
Tristan paused, leaning in to lick the rabbit's ear tips before whispering 'Then let's make it right.' Alex remember vividly how Tristan had dropped to his knees, right there in the dirt, and buried his rough, wet tongue into the rabbit's sheath. He could still feel the heat emanating from he collie's muzzle as he lapped at his tender, pink cock, causing it to bulge and swell, popping directly from its sheath into the collie's hot maw. Alex's tiny claws dug into the faded green paint of the dumpster, his head fell back, piercings hitting the rusted metal as a low growl rumbled through his muzzle. Tristan's large paws slid to his hips, gripping the tight fabric of the rabbit's jeans tugging them away. Now half naked, Alex jumped, bucking himself deeper into the collie collie's muzzle, causing himself to moan. His bucking and fidgeting shook the dumpster. From out the top fell several recently discarded cans of miniature ravioli which fell at the rabbit's feet, nearly missing the collie's head. Tristan tugged his maw from the rabbit's member nipping the tip, 'Stay still or I bite it off next time.'
Alex's banged his head to the table, crying. He was determined not let the entire café see his desperation. It was sixteen blocks back to his apartment, he packed up his laptop, pulled on his hood and he walked every step.
Inside, he slunk against the door as it shut. The rabbit buried is face in his paws, but then began fumbling for his cellphone, hastily text messaging 'Is everything ok?' to Tristan. He knew things were fine, but it was an excuse to talk to him... to get this old memories out of his head with new ones. Mistaken, he sent the message instead to Trinity, a feline companion to both Tristan and himself who lived somewhere between the two. Her reply was almost instant. 'What, fag, you gotta worry about me too? Yeah I'm fine.' In his head, her words rang out, echoing with Tristan's. He remembered the colliewolf turning him to face the dumpster.
Alex had begged him to stop, bent for his pants only to be punched in the hip by Tristan, 'What, faggot, not enjoying yourself?' Before Alex had a chance to argue against being called a faggot and that he was bisexual, rather, he felt the broad tongue of the collie slide into his tail hole. Against the door Alex squirmed, even now he could feel the warmth of the rough muscle sliding against his walls, whetting and slicking his pucker. Alex stood, walking to the sink to splash cold water on his face. He had to get this kid off his mind... that night... everything about it he wanted to forget.
Alex opened the sliding glass door, looking off his balcony across the city. The streets were still noisy, but the rain was dying down to a slow drizzle. The city lights were beginning to come on, casting odd shadows about the buildings and in the street. His ears perked up as he heard in the street a lone motorcycle revving up and then speeding past his building. Once more Alex's thoughts drifted to that night; Alex thought of how Tristan had sat him on his own motorcycle, and pressed his face into the seat with his tail arched into the air. Alex could still smell the leather of the seat, mixed with the collie's sweat and musk. He rabbit remembered how the colliewolf had hooked his sheath other his tail and forced his colliehood out, filling the rabbit quickly and completely. Alex felt the knot, prying at his entrance as if it too were to pierce him. Slowly, Tristan began to pump and grind into him. His head was thrown back as he enjoyed the soft feel of the lapine's pulsating bowel. Tristan had grabbed his ears, tugging his head back as he snarled into the rabbit's face, his thrusts quickening and pounding harshly at the rabbit's barely used tail hole.
Lost in his own thoughts, Alex screamed out, feeling as his member slid from his sheath, pressing painfully against the cloth of his jeans and then burst forth with his orgasm, soaking the interior. He panted heavily, his heart beat was quicker than it had been in a while. The rabbit gripped the railing of the balcony, bending forward to let the cold rain hit him, cooling the sweating rabbit and breaking his mind from any more thoughts of that night. Without showering, Alex stripped and climbed onto his couch. In the fabric still were remnants of Tristan's scent from where he'd slept only days before. With a smile on his face, Alex pulled his cellphone from his cum soaked pants typing to Tristan, definitely this time, a text message that simply read 'Hurry back to me,' before closing his eyes, and nodding off to sleep.