Abrupt End
My muzzle locked with the dogs, our tongues wrestling against each other as we kissed in the hot fervour of passion, paws rubbing over each others coats as I straddled his cock, moving myself over his length as he thrust himself in and out of me at a slower pace than my own movements. My tail curled around his thigh, squeezing it lightly as the canine continued to push into me, my precum dripping member pushed between our bellies, soaking both of them in the clear fluid. At this rate it wasn't long before we both reached our peak, him climaxing in to me as his knot thrust in and sealed himself to me, causing my own shaft to sow its seed across our chests before we dropped to the side, lips still locked for a time, till the kiss is broken to heavy panting from the both of us. Still entwined in each others arms we quickly drifted off to sleep.
The next morning I awoke to find myself lying alone, smelling heavily of dried cum and sex. I sit up quickly then let out a loud groan, bowing my head down and rubbing at it, a hangover throbbing inside my skull, as if trying to crush my brain. I look around slowly and find a note, hastily written, on the bed side table.
'Thanks for last night,' it says. 'Sorry I had to run off but I got beeped, busy busy!' I grunted, scoffing at the paper. 'Feel free to grab something to eat before you go, and have a shower too! See ya soon - Buck.' Sighing heavily I scrunch the piece of paper up and toss it aside, perching myself on the edge of the bed.
"Every time he gets beeped," I mutter beneath my breath. "He could at least come up with a decent excuse." I stand slowly yet still feel dizzy once on my paws, sticking out an arm and pressing my palm against the wall as the world insists on spinning around my feet.
I totter out of the bedroom, seemingly still drunk by my stagger and make my way into the bathroom, the spinning world slowly beginning to settle as I step into the shower, turning the hot water on and slumping heavily against the wall under the shower head, sighing as the warm water cascades over my fur, soaking to the flesh beneath. I tilt my head back, opening my muzzle and letting the falling water rain into my maw and down my throat. Eventually I heave myself up to my paws, standing directly under the head as I soak myself in shower products, washing the dried seed and its accompanying odour from my fur.
Half an hour later I walk, soaking wet, into the kitchen leaving behind me pools of sweet smelling water. As I walk in, the kitchen table immediately catches my eye, the top invisible under a horde of half empty bottles and cans of various intoxicating liquors. I move over to it and pick up the largest bottle, still half filled with its nauseating green fluid, I glare at the label, reading the name and staring in disbelief.
"I though this stuff was illegal." I muttered, turning the bottle in my paws and reading the other label, nodding in realisation. "Ah, black market." I placed the bottle back down, the liquid inside moving more like treacle than water. I pick a glass from the table and raise it to my nostrils, sniffing at it before shrugging and tossing it down my throat, gagging a few seconds later. "Not water." I say hoarsely, fanning in front of my maw, jogging to the sink and getting a quick draught of tap water, throwing it back into my throat and breathing a sigh of relief, filling the mucky glass with some more water.
I quickly grab myself a sandwich and chew on it as I walk back to the bedroom, sipping from the glass of water as I do. I put the sandwich and glass on the bedside table as I wonder around the room, picking up my scattered clothing and tugging it on reluctantly, the smell of stale alcohol and cigarette smoke soaked into the fabric of every item.
I devour the sandwich quickly, gulping the drink down at pace and tossing the glass onto the bed once I'm done. I quickly pat down at my jean pockets' checking all my stuff is there and, as if on cue, my mobile phone goes off, ringing loudly in my ear as I pull it from my pocket, grunting at the harsh noise and quickly answering.
"Hello?" I ask quickly and harshly.
"Hey, it's Buck." Buck answers. "Just thought I'd tell you we're off out tonight, be at Dickens, eight o'clock."
"Jesus," I grunt. "Must we? I have one hell of a fucking hangover."
"Yes we must! Activ are playing tonight and I ain't gonna miss them again." He growls at me through the phone.
"Go yourself." I mumble, checking in a pocket for my keys.
"What? You want me to look like a sad ass? Be there." He says harshly and with finality, hanging up on me.
"Jerk," I grumble, closing my mobile and slipping it back into my pocket before heading home.
"I.D." the big bear bouncer says to a bunch of kids ahead of me.
"Ain't got none." One grunts out of his hooded top.
"Sod off then." The ursine says, pushing them out the line and looking down at me as he folds his arms over his chest. "A'ight Floyd?" He asks, grinning.
"Yeah," I mutter quietly, stepping next to the bear as he watches some furs go over the threshold. "Seen Buck?" I ask as I look at my watch, the time reading eight fifteen.
"Nope," he says, throwing yet another group of youths out of the line. "Saw him this afternoon; he didn't say anything about coming down tonight."
"Sounds like him," I say, pulling my jacket over me tightly. The jacket didn't really conform to the dress code of the nightclub, but sleeping with the bouncers gives you certain privileges. "I'm gonna go in, too cold out here. Tell Buck I'm at the bar."
I stepped up to the counter behind the door, a heavy thudding coming from down the stairs behind a turnstile.
"Hey Floyd," says a cat behind the bar.
I nod at the cat and smile faintly. "Hi, you know, I'm beginning to think it's a bad thing I'm on first name terms with all the staff here." I grin ever so slightly.
He chuckles to himself and leans down on the counter. "Aye well, it's your own fault." He says as I slip exact change for entrance onto the counter.
"Yeah," I say with a shrug, looking down at my scruffy trainers. "Eh, I'll see you later."
I head down the spiral staircase into the basement of the building, the heavy thudding becoming louder and louder as I descend, eventually becoming an all consuming racket as I pass through a pair of wooden doors. I move through into a landing area, over looking the dance floor below, the bar off to the right from the door entrance. I walk over slowly, slipping in and out of furs to the balcony and lean over, peering down to see if I can find any sign of Buck but after a minute or so I give up, turning and heading to the bar with the neon blue surround, the air vibrating from the overhead speakers.
I seat myself on a stool overlooking the entrance and rap my paw fingers over the enamel surface, a bartender eventually coming over and serving me with my usual drink.
Half an hour passed and I poured the last of my second drink into my throat, scrunching my face up as the sour taste lingered on my tongue.
"To hell with this," I muttered staring at the door, "I'm not waiting any longer." I slowly started to rise from my seat when a voice struck up behind me.
"Hey," it said, causing me to turn to see a white fox, with a tight black tank top and baggy black jeans on, smiling at me.
"Hi," I reply after a few moments of staring stupidly.
"Can I take a seat?" He asked, smiling cutely down at me.
"Err, of course." I said gesturing at the stool to my side.
"Thanks," he says, continuing to grin. "My name's Tay." He extends a paw which I take shaking it loosely, the furred palm tickling my pads.
"I'm Floyd," I smile back at him, my white teeth and fur turning purple as the UV lights flashed over me.
"I hope I'm not disturbing you..." He says unsurely
"Oh lord no," I say quickly, "I'm just waiting for a no-show." I shrugged.
"Heh, I know how it is." He responds looking toward the floor before his head snaps back up to stare at me with deep blue eyes. "What's your poison?" He asks, grinning once more.
Ten minutes later the two of us are laughing hysterically like two old friends reminiscing on times past.
"Oh god," he says, wiping a tear from his eyes and sighing heavily. "I never thought of it like that before." He let out another brief snigger before sipping on his drink.
"Yeah well, I'm told I have a very different out look on life." I grinned to him, looking down into my glass. "I hate this stuff." I said, staring at my reflection in the moving fluid.
"Then order something else." Tay shrugs, putting his onto the bar.
I laugh faintly before swallowing what remains of the sour drink. "Are you kidding me? You seen the slop they serve here? This is easily the best drink they have." I laugh once more.
"Well then, have more!" He says loudly, stretching his arms out wide.
I laugh and shake my head. "I could swear you're trying to get me drunk." I say, turning the glass in my paw.
"Yup, what of it?" He answers.
I smile, winking to him and letting out a short giggle. "No need to" I say slowly, and somewhat seductively.
"Well then, what do you say we blow this joint?" He asks grabbing my paw.
"Sounds wonderful," I say as I quickly stand.
As we're headed to the door, pushing against each other playfully yet another voice speaks to me but a more familiar one this time.
"Hey, Floyd!" It calls, as I turn on my heel, all look of joy vanishing from my face.
"What?" I snap to Buck as my brow furrows.
"Where're you heading?" He asks, "I just got here."
I turn to look at Tay behind me and nod my head at him. "I met a guy, we're off somewhere, enjoy Activ!"
"Hey! You can leave me here alone."
"Yeah I can." I say angrily, turning and pulling the fox out the doors and up the stairs.
"I assume that was the no-show," asked Tay a few minutes later as we wandered through the street.
"Something like that," I muttered, still frowning.
"I get it, no go area." He says, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me against him. "I shan't pry." He smiles down at me with a caring look on his face and I find myself smiling back at him. "Aw," he says hugging me against him and grinning some more. "You're much cuter when you smile your know."
"Yeah I know," I say, looking down at the floor and watching our paws as they move in perfect synchronization. "Frowning has just become habitual." I say, chuckling slightly.
*
A while later we were sat on his couch, a bottle of wine open on the table with two half empty glasses. I stared into his eyes and sighed quietly, my gaze locked with his as he persisted to smile. One of my paws was held between his being affectionately rubbed over.
"Do you believe," he asks, slowly and cautiously. "Do you believe in love at first sight?"
I shrug slowly, pondering the question briefly. "I'm a hard materialist, I don't believe in love as a deeper thing, just something to attract you to ideal mates." I hesitantly mutter.
He blinks at me for a time then shrugs. "That was a vain attempt to get into your pants." He laughs, squeezing my paw between his.
"Oh, well!" I smile to him, "If that's what you are after," I grin with my tail swishing from side to side.
"Never seen someone so easy!" He says cheekily.
"I'm not easy!" I say quickly, snapping almost, before leaning back and grinning, licking over my nose. "Just eager." I grin.
I slowly opened my eyes, to see a sleeping fox ahead of me, ours noses pressed together as well as our foreheads, our arms wrapped around each others naked forms beneath the sheets. I stuck out my tongue and licked over his nose slowly, the fox sneezing quietly. I giggle and smile as his eyelids slowly lift up, revealing his calming blue eyes to me, pushing my nose to his and rubbing against.
"Morning foxy," I say quietly as sunlight moves over our faces.
"Morning kitty," he mutters in his morning voice, leaning up and looking over my shoulder. "Or rather, afternoon," he grins, pressing his lips to in a soft kiss, evoking a purr.
It was a couple of months later now, and ever since that night I'd spent pretty much every day at Tay's house, only returning to my flat to get new clothes and check my mail.
He lived alone so we had no reason to worry about discretion, wandering around naked, having sex in all manner of places and positions; a typical honeymoon period in my experience. I was happier now and thanks to Tay my circle of friends was rapidly growing, I didn't know it was possible to have so many. Buck had phoned and texted me the past fortnight but I didn't answer, he wasn't so much a friend of mine as a fuck buddy, or at least that's how I felt.
I dropped onto the couch in the living room, lying on its giant and comfortable cushions, as I turn the T.V. on and start flicking through the channels. After a few minutes of channel hopping Tay walks in through the door and looks down at me.
"There's never anything good on day time T.V." I say with my eyes still locked on the television.
"There must be something," he says, sitting on the arm of the couch. "I don't pay for satellite for no reason." He takes the remote from my paw and begins flicking the channels at speed, an intent look on his face.
"We could make our own entertainment." I propose, looking slowly up at him, his face still locked on the television.
"I'm not a big fan of games," he mutters.
I roll my eyes and quickly shuffle up, pressing my head into his crotch and biting his sheath through his boxers. He squeaks, sitting up straight and looking down at me.
"Well hey," he says, petting my head. "I didn't know you meant that." He grinned, turning slowly so his feet rested on a pillow as I kneeled in front of his paws, grabbing his boxers and tugging them down quickly.
Seconds later my head was buried into his lap, licking over his sheath, his member already slipping out at speed and brushing over his belly. I look up and purr quietly, pressing my wet nose against the base and running it along the underside slowly, Tay letting out a quiet groan of pleasure as his paw runs between my ears. He shudders and swishes his tail as my nose presses into the tip of his cock, running it over the sensitive flesh. I hear a moan from above me and a paw pushing down on my head, my muzzle opening slowly to swallow the tip, pushing my rough tongue slowly across the slit on the end. I lightly suck on the end of his member, causing yet another moan, I gradually push my head down his shaft as far as I can reach, my paw heading up and gripping the base, jerking it slightly as I begin to pull my muzzle back, suckling lightly all the time. Tay groans loudly into the air, his paws rubbing over my head time after time, gripping and pulling the fur lightly, his precum slowly dribbling from the top as his knot begins to grow beneath my moving paw. I lift my other paw slowly and place it at his sac, squeezing lightly and hearing the fox pant, my ears flick as his paw rubs at my head and my tongue brushes against his shaft, more and more precum dribbling from his member and pouring down my throat. I feel Tay's member throb in my muzzle, his sac heating in my padded paw eventually clenching tightly, seed firing from his member with a loud groan, my tail shooting up as the liquid soaks my tongue before being swallowed.
Gradually I move my head back, Tay's paws moving over the crown of my head a few more drips of seed dropping off his member. He leans down slowly, moving his paw under my muzzle and pointing my head upwards, kissing his lips to mine.
He moves his head back eventually and smiles down as the back of his paw runs over my cheek, letting out a soft sigh.
"You're such a cute cat." He whispers faintly, scratching behind my ear. "And I think," he says, rubbing down to my neck, "I think I'm falling in love with you."
A strong blush grows beneath my fur on his words and I smile widely up at him. "You too," I say eventually after it had all sunk in.
Tay drops from the arm of the couch onto the cushion, making me jump back in surprise. He grins widely, grabbing me and pulling me onto his lap as he sits up, paws rested against the floor.
"Don't run kitty," he whispers into my ear as I'm pulled onto his lap with my back pressing against his belly, his arms wrapped around me defensively.
I let out a quiet purr as I feel his tongue moving slowly over my neck, dampening and spiking the fur, moving up to and along my ear, nibbling the tip as he reaches it. My eyes half close at the gentle nibbling with my other ear twitching slightly and batting against his cheek. His paws press into my belly and rub along the long fur, his still hardened member pressing into the small of my back as a paw ventured lower and rubbed against my sheath, a soft gasp of surprise escaping my lips. His furred fingers cup my sac, warming it in his palm as he slowly massages it, moving his shaft lightly against the fur of my back, murrs pouring from his muzzle around my ear.
I groan quietly as my member begins to slip from my sheath, pressing out and rubbing against my fur, the sensation making it grow faster. His paw moves up slowly from my sac, dragging finger tips along the flesh before curling around the exposed shaft, slowly beginning to move up and down.
I move up slightly as he presses down into the seat, his arm holding my waist as I move over his member, my back pressed against his face before I slowly begin to fall over his shaft, my tailhole stretching around it as I slip along the length, moaning in pleasure. He presses himself back up as I slide downwards, eventually meeting his lap and pressing my back into him, purring loudly as a long groan leave my lips, his paw moving slowly over my cock once more, holding it tightly.
His arm hugs my waist against him, his tongue running across my head slowly as he begins to lightly thrust into my ring, his paw rubbing faster at my shaft as he does, the fur tickling the flesh. I let out another prolonged groan as I feel him rubbing against my walls, his member pulsing inside me.
He leans round and kisses my cheek, my head turning slowly and kissing his lips, a strained look on my face as he continues to press inside me, his knot growing more and more, pushing against my ring. His paw squeezes tighter on my shaft, running over the flesh at speed.
I moan loudly into his maw, clenching my eyes shut as pre dribbles quickly from my shaft, soaking his fur, rapidly followed by a river of seed, pouring from my head and down the shaft, his paw still moving over my cock, milking every drop.
He rears back suddenly, pulling some of his shaft from my tail before forcing it in at speed, a barrage of cum firing out from the tip and coating my walls as his knot ties with me, binding us together.
We kiss for a while longer, his paws wrapped around me in a loving hug until our muzzle break apart and his arms drop to his sides, both of us panting in exhaustion, murring and purring in ecstatic pleasure.
"I'll see you later!" I hear him shout as I come down the stairs in a dressing gown and pad over to hug him.
"Have fun," I say, kissing his lips softly.
"I will," he grins down, pecking my nose. "You go home and grab some stuff. It'll make moving in quicker." He says, licking my nose.
I jump up and hug him tightly, kissing his hard. We'd talked about moving in but never before had it been proposed so solidly. "Thank you!" I shout out in glee. "You've made me so happy." I say, hugging him tighter, him hugging back just as tightly.
I point my muzzle up and press it to his, opening it slowly and brushing my tongue against his lips, his maw opening and his tongue poking out against mine as we kiss passionately, holding each other in a loving embrace.
"Farewell." He says, smiling and licking my nose before turning away and heading out the door.
I sigh in bliss as the door closes; turning till suddenly the screech of tires and a loud crash fills the air. I turn quickly and swing the door open, jumping out into the street and stopping dead in my tracks, Tay's twisted and bloodied body lying on the road.
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