Rainy Day
#1 of The Complex
Alright, fellow furs. The name's Chris "Atomic" Coon, and I decided to go back to my days of writing scripts and story lines. So this is the first in a grouping that I hope to have cross pathes alot more than I have at the moment. Flame lightly, and suggestions would help inprove the later stories. XP And now the manditories. All characters are property of me except Krishna, who is (c) of her player. The following content is intended for furs and peoples 18 & up. If this doesn't apply to you, I'd suggest your door is locked.
- * * Jamal huffed as he turned the key to the front door, finally getting into the main hall of the condo complex. He hated when it rained, especially if he didn't have a top on. The fox looked at the mirrored walls, noting his light red fur was matted down against his him, almost doubling the muscles on his slender frame. His jet-black hair was slicked back from trying to keep it out his face. Even his tail was soaked, all the way to the black tip. He looked around to make sure it was safe before he shook his fur, managing to get some of the water off, streaking the mirror with his efforts. "Maybe a shower would be nice," he said to himself before he headed for the stairs. He was lucky to find a place on the third floor of the 10-story building. This gave him the option to either climb the stairs or catch the elevator, depending on his mood. He made it to his floor and entered his hall, just in time to catch a puma coming off the elevator. Jamal couldn't help to look at the mild, body builder frame, and the deep tan fur of his friend. He almost envied how he managed to get so big, and how the slight layer of sweat on his fur made him that much more irresistible. But he quickly was snapped out of his dream when he grabbed a towel hit his chest, almost on instinct. "Hey Jamal! I thought I told you to stop standing in front of sprinklers!" the puma shouted out down the hall. "Ha ha. Very funny, Hakim," Jamal snapped back quickly, knowing it was just a random joke. "So what you been up to anyway?" "Can't you tell?" Hakim said, starting to flex the muscles on his right arm. "Been working out. Maybe you should try that sometime, Foxie." Jamal just chuckled to himself as he walked by him, placing a punch on Hakim's shoulder hard enough to make him lose his balance. "I think I got it covered, thank you very much." The punch, stealing his towel back in the process of regaining his balance, spun Hakim. They both said their goodbyes and went on their way. Jamal rounded the right-handed corner and smiled, finally seeing the familiar '303' numbering on his front door. He put his key into the knob and opened it quickly. He slipped in quietly then closed and locked the door, making sure not to catch it on his tail. He slumped against the door and sighed lightly, then realized the place was quiet. Almost a little too quiet. He let his briefcase drop to the floor, then started walking towards the living room. "Hello? Anyone here?" shouted as he padded towards the bedroom, and finally heard the sounds of running water. He sighed lightly. He knew he saw his lover's car in the parking lot and had begun thinking about her the moment he did. He slowly crept to the bathroom door, and almost gasped at the sight. He saw his tigress in the shower, the water causing her fur to be almost a blinding white in the light, her light purple hair stopping shoulder length and dripping wet. Her ample breasts were in plain view to him, water dripping from her nipples. He followed by he slender body, noting that her tail had wrapped around her long legs. But he didn't get far down past her waist for he found what really caught his attention. She was holding the showerhead firmly in her right paw, the pulsing water aimed it for her sex. Along with it was her free paw, using her fingers to rub firmly between folds, causing her to tilt her head back into a moan, bearing her fangs out. She leaned back against the wall, concentrating on just trying to reach her peak. "So while hubby's away, the kitty shall play, huh?" Jamal just blurted out. She let out a squeak of surprise, dropping the showerhead into the tub. She then recovered, forming an innocent look on her muzzle. "Well you were late, Honey. What you expect a lonely kitty like me to do?" "Oh, I don't know," he coyly said as he walked into the bathroom, grabbing a towel for her. "I mean, come now, Krishna. I knew you brought that showerhead for a reason..." "Oh you be quiet, Jamal," she scoffed as she turned off the water. She then stole the towel from him, wrapping it around her body. "I know you liked the show anyway." She stepped out the shower, then firmly grabs the bulge that formed in his soaked pants, causing him to yelp. "Now how about we get you out these clothes before you catch cold." Krishna gives him a solid push on his chest, causing him to stumble backwards out the bathroom, getting tripped up by the edge of the bed. He lands with a quiet thud on the bed, and then gets pounced on before he gets a chance to sit up. "Hey. What you think you're doing?" "Silly Fox. What do you think?" She gave a coy smile before she slid off of him and the bed, kneeling at his feet before she reaches up and undoes the fly. She reaches behind his back and undoes the button for the portion the went around his tail, then hastily pulls off his pants, noting instantly the tapered tip of his deep-red cock peeking from his sheath. "Now, Jamal," she said almost in a scolding manner, "what have I told you about going around with no underwear?" "It makes your work too easy?" "Exactly," she stated, adding a chuckle to the end. She wrapped a finger around the exposed portion, rubbing the underside of the tip with her thumb. Jamal arched off the bed slightly, the remainder of his 7-inch shaft slipping out of his sheath, throbbing softly. "Mmmmm...been thinking about this all day, Love," she lustfully said before she slowly engulfed the length into her muzzle. Jamal couldn't help but to let out a lusty moan, gripping the sheet with his claws from the quick change from the cold of the jeans to the warmth inside her muzzle. She began bobbing her head slowly along the length, snaking her tongue around the shaft as she sucked hungrily, wanting to taste what he had to offer. She was rewarded simply with a bit of precum that formed on his tip, the tangy-salty taste making her want more. He began thrusting lightly into her face, feeling himself reaching his climax before he realized he was humping air. Jamal leaned up, panting as he looked down towards her. "Kris, why'd you stop?" "Now don't think for one second you're the only one getting off tonight, Foxie," she said, removing her towel before she climbed back onto the bed. She moved up to his chest and pushed him onto his back again, then straddled over his face. "You mind?" "Since when did I ever?" he quickly answered back before he stuck his tongue into her. She let out a gasp, then a loud purr as he began licking along her inner walls. He pushed in closer, poking his nose against her folds, causing her to moan softly. "Ohhhh Jaammmallll.....what are you waiting for...?" she almost begged, knowing he knew where to hit. He decided to give in to her pleading, rubbing his nose against her clit, licking on the sensitive spot of her inner walls. "Ohhh Gods..." she moaned out, slowly starting to grind against his muzzle. This gave him an idea, as he reached around as began kneading on her ass. This caused her to arc and press herself a little further down onto his face, her juices spilling down and soaking his fur. His urges were reaching a breaking point as he pushed her off his face and onto the bed, then pounces on top of her. "Now what the he.." she started to ask before she was cut off by the passionate kiss she was pulled into, tasting her own juices on his tongue. He drew from the kiss first, lining his tip with her dripping sex. "I want to fuck you so badly it hurts." She thrusts his hips upwards a bit, pressing the tip against her pussy. "Then what are you waiting for, Foxie. Ride me good." She firmly licks on his neck, then arched her head back into another moan as he pushed his whole cock in to the hilt. Jamal wraps her legs around his waist, then begins a deep, fast thrust into her, hitting his furry sac against her every time. They kept their upper bodies moving. Jamal kneading on a breast firmly with a paw, kissing her chest and neck hungrily. Krishna quickly nipped at his ears and neck, scratching his sides lightly with her claws. Their tails entwined with each other, Krishna using her muscles to squeeze on his shaft. They both began panting, trying to hold out on their climaxes, wanting to make the pleasure last as long as possible. Jamal gave one final thrust, then began grinding his waist against her, the fur on his belly working between the lips of her sex and rubbing on her clit again. This was her breaking point as she gave a roar mixed with a heavy moan as her juices flowed from her climax. Her sex clamped hard around Jamal's cock, causing him to buck and moan deeply as he fell over the edge, shooting his vulpine seed deep into her. They both continued to buck, holding each other close as they rode out their combined orgasms. Jamal came down first, unwrapping Krishna's legs from him before he rolled them onto their side, trying to catch his breathe. "Oh Gods...I needed that." he managed to get out between breaths. "You...and me both...my Love." She managed to get out, nuzzling into his chestfur as she drifted off to sleep. He held her close to him, kissing the top of her head before he joined her in a peaceful slumber.