Lusting for Kinship
The maroon comforter was soft on my lion paws as I gathered it around me, settling in for the story my friend Gray was about to tell. The raccoon sat next to me, his eyes stared off out the window as he began to relate a tale of his roommate red fox, Loki. I wanted to hear the story because I was drawn to the fox. While he was away I had slept in his bed, taken on his scent, and liked what I felt. Gray could sense this attraction and instead of being jealous, as many animals are when they find out their mate is taken by another; he fed my curiosity because he was not under the belief that any creature should be claimed by another. He also had great respect for me, and his roommate Loki. The raccoon and I cuddled on the bed together as he began his tale.
"Loki had been sharing his den with an older vixen. They were mating on a regular basis, but he had taken precautions to avoid unwanted kits, after all, they were still young pups themselves in his eyes."
Gray paused and reflected, as though contemplating his own age and wondering if he still looked at himself as a younger cub. I thought of my own age, yes, my mane was starting to grow out, I had been chased out of my pride a few years ago, but I was not yet strong enough to call myself a mature male. I nuzzled into Gray, smelling his familiar sent and thinking about the kinship we shared together. He felt me pressing into him and continued the story.
"Well, you and I both know Loki is a loner, he drifted out of the area and headed north to join me here. The vixen stayed in contact with him but could tell he was not interested in keeping up a long distance relationship. She seemed clingy and kept calling him. A few weeks later she dropped a bomb shell, she was pregnant and saying they were his kits. Of course Loki was confused, he had used protection religiously to prevent this, yet she said it had somehow failed. Instead of running with his tail tucked as many other young pups would, he owned up to the accusations and agreed to return to her den to stay if she would have him. He would help raise the kits and call the vixen his mate."
Again Gray paused. He looked at me seriously now, "No one told him he had to do it, he could have called her a liar, and she had slept with others before him. But he was strong; he owned up to it and went to her because he is much older than his age tells." It was true, though Loki was still a pup; his eyes showed the maturity he had been forced into. The scares of many brushes with death covered his lean frame.
"She lost the litter in an accident. That's what she told him anyway. He went to her and still offered his paw in marriage. The vixen accepted and they slept together unprotected, a demonstration of their new devotion I guess. Then he was mingling with some of her pack mates and found out she had been sharing her den with many others during his absence. He confronted her in front of the pack and she broke down. There had been others, but one had forced himself on her after getting her drunk. He had raped her. Loki's hair on the back of his neck bristled up as he growled a demand for the intruder's name. The vixen meekly whispered the name of a dog in the neighborhood and Loki rallied the pack on a blood hunt."
I realized that I was gripping the comforter with my claws and retracted them quickly. This was not a new story, many of my pack mates had been violated by twisted beings in the past. I counted myself lucky at only being abused mildly in comparison. I could feel the rage growing in me and waited eagerly to hear what Loki had done to the pathetic dog that now carried a death wish. Gray had told other stories about Loki and his protective nature, I knew to expect blood would soon be spilt. How I wish I could have been there with him to exact the sweet revenge. The raccoon story teller related the hunt.
"Loki took the vixen with him, along with a large cougar friend. They tracked the dog to a back ally near where he worked. The k-9 didn't expect the ambush and was knocked quickly on his back by the angry red fox. It was a skinny looking greyhound lab mix, black with one white ear. Loki drew out his signature hunting knife from the sheath on his back. It glistened in the street light as he pressed it against his prey's throat. The cougar watched from the end of the ally to make sure no one was coming. Loki paused for a moment, intent on castrating the fucker, he thought it best to quickly make sure he had the right dog. A game of twenty questions ensued and before he knew it, the pathetic dog was telling him an all too familiar story. Apparently he had fucked the vixen consensually many times in her den, that she had told him she carried his litter, and later lost it. Loki was crushed, this dog was not a rapist, he had fallen victim to a fox now caught in her own lies. That same little vixen was now standing before them. The dog cursed her out and took off, Loki did the same. He had been willing to turn over his life to save her face, he had almost ruined the life of a total stranger for her, and now he felt like a fool."
Here Gray paused; his voice was shaking a little as he said those last words. I knew we both felt betrayed by her actions, by the actions of anyone who had lied to us like that. We agreed that Loki was strong for walking away, he had refused to sink to her level and come out ahead because of it, there are many other animals I could think of who might not have been so merciful to such betrayal. As I thought about the pain that Loki must be feeling I wanted to be with him. Gray looked at me and smiled,
"He's in the shower right now friend, you should go to him if that's how you feel."
I blushed and hid in the blankets. My pack mate was giving his consent. Suddenly I felt an urge to be there, holding Loki in the warm water and telling him things were going to be alright. Pushing the covers off I walked back to the bathroom and knocked on the door.
"Yeah, what?" Called the fox, he was still grooming himself.
I thought about his naked body, wet and soapy in that shower. With confidence, I opened the door a crack and made myself known.
"I'd like to join you in the shower if that's ok Loki."
"Sure, but I'm almost done and..." He broke off, catching his breath at the sight of me.
I was already inside and stripping off my cloths as he peeked out of the curtain. His eyes widened a little at my forward approach. I smiled and stepped up to him, he backed away.
"Well," I said "I guess I'll have to hurry then if I want to share this with you."
I stepped into the shower and shook my mane under the water. Loki came closer, putting his arms around me in a friendly embrace; he became aroused suddenly as I gently ran my paws down his strong back.
"Gray told me what happened with that vixen Loki. I want you to know that not everyone is that kind of lying bitch."
"Yeah?" he said "Thanks for caring."
I pulled him into me, feeling both of us harden at the soft touch of our wet fur mingling in the water. We kissed gently and then looked into each other's eyes. He had a look of innocence that was almost believable until you saw the scars on his body. There were a few strange looking fresh ones on his arm. I asked him about them.
"I was drunk at a party a few days ago and some ass holes were putting their cigarettes out on me. They said it would toughen me up, I don't need that kind of bull shit."
His rough words attracted me even more. I let my hand fall down between his legs and I touched him gently. He was hard and reached eagerly for me. We embraced and began making out. The water suddenly went cold and we both cried out. Loki scrambled for the faucet handle and turned it off.
"Well," He said, "I think I'm all clean now, shall we head to my room to cuddle for a while?"
I nodded with a smile and we stepped out of the shower together. Without even grabbing towels to dry off we walked right through the house stark naked and dripping wet. Gray shook his head as we came by.
"You two are incorrigible; I'll get dinner started while you get acquainted." said the raccoon as he keyed up a pot of water on the stove.
Loki's room was small and dark. There were cloths and papers all over the floor along with numerous books. He was apparently an avid reader. The bed was nothing more than an old mattress on the floor covered in sleeping bags. Loki picked one up and shook it out before laying it back down, then he bounded onto the mattress and beckoned for me to join him. We continued to lick and kiss affectionately while occasionally stroking each other to encourage our arousal. This elaborate ritual continued until finally Gray hollered that dinner was ready. Naked and hard, we emerged from his room and walked naked to the kitchen, a benefit of not only owning your own den, but also being comfortable with your body. The raccoon had taken off his shirt in the hot kitchen. His muscles gleamed with condensation from the steam of boiled vegetables rising out of the pot. I wrapped my arms around him, allowing my aroused body to press into his back. He jumped forward a little and then moaned softly, pressing against me with his rear. Loki slapped my ass as he passed us, heading to the cabinet to set the table. Gray turned to face me and we liked each other in excitement.
"Hey! You should wait till he's finished cooking before you distract him like that, he might burn the veggies," cried Loki.
I gave the red fox a mischievous look and let go of Gray. The vegetable were not burning, but I knew it would be difficult for Gray to finish cooking if he started in on me. Loki set the places and we sat down. The sun was shining through the uncovered windows. When I had first come to visit my pack mates in their den, I was a little unnerved by the openness of the space; all the windows were uncovered so anyone walking by who happened to look up would see my naked body standing there. Gray and Loki seemed not to care, all though, when children passed by they would move away to avoid traumatizing minors. Now I stood and let the sun dry my fur. It was nice to feel the warm rays fall across my back as I sat down in the chair. Loki was staring at me, he reached a paw across the table and began stroking my neck. I could not help purring at his gentle touch.
"Alright gentlebeasts, dinner is served." Gray set a great bowl of steaming vegetables on the table along with rice and beans.
We ate the hardy vegan meal on nice stoneware while laughing and joking about sex, friends, and being young, carefree animals. Being among such loving pack mates was so satisfying, like the food, they filled me with satisfaction. It was the natural order of things and I was pleased that Loki had come north and found us. Perhaps here he could settle with trusting, loving companions who would give him the respect he deserved. I looked forward to getting to know him on a more intimate level later that night.