Tasty Treat
Late-day sunlight streamed through slatted blinds, making a striped pattern on a green apron, a pattern that slowly disappeared as, with a light rustle, the blinds were closed. The bell on the door jingled, loud in the relatively small space, as a black paw turned the sign from "Welcome!" to "Closed."
"Need any help cleaning up out there, Erik?"
The skunk turned to look back across the small store counter, almost dwarfed by the big black bear standing behind it. He smiled, smoothing his apron with both paws. "No, I think I've got it, Chandra, but thanks for the offer. Not much to clean up, with only four tables, you know."
"Sounds good. I made up some more of the bran muffin mix so it's ready when you come in tomorrow... I can toss together some cranberry too if you like." The bear motioned towards the display case along one side of the counter. "Those went really well today."
Erik gave a table a quick wipe with a damp cloth, reorganizing the napkin and sugar holder to be perfectly centered, then turned and made a playful waving motion with one paw. "Go! You have studying to do. Get out of here. Oh, hey... take some of the honey oat scones with you while you're at it... I think we made too many of those. Live and learn, you know?"
Eyeing the dozen or so scones still sitting in the case, the big bruin wrinkled her nose and chuckled. "Yeah, thanks for the offer, Erik, but no thanks... I know it's out of character for us, but I don't actually like honey all that much." She flashed a grin, white teeth peeking through her dark fur. "That damn Winnie-the-Pooh stereotyped us forever with that whole honey thing."
"Well, that's a relief. I won't have to lock the supply closet where I keep the honey, huh?"
"Not because of me. Besides" - she slapped a rather rounded middle - "I have to watch my girlish figure." The bruin chuckled as she draped her apron over a hook behind the counter and picked up a heavy backpack. "See you tomorrow at 11, then?"
Erik held the door for her and nodded. "I should be able to manage until then. Have a good night... and thanks. Your help made the opening a lot easier."
"Hey, thank you for the job - where else would I have found someplace I could bake and watch people enjoy what I produced so personally?" She smiled and stepped out, the door jingling behind her. Erik smiled to himself and locked the door, then turned to regard his new domain.
It wasn't much - a little storefront that had previously been an ice cream place... in Vancouver, ice cream places were great in summer, but the rest of the year wasn't quite as lucrative, and the owner had finally closed the doors. The location, though, was great, not far from businesses and several schools. For the small business that Erik had planned for the past two years since he had decided to change his career path, burned a bunch of his savings and gone to culinary school, it was precisely what he had desired.
He leaned against the door and surveyed the shop. Four tables, three seats at the counter, the nice big display case for baked goods, and a drinks cooler over against one wall. It wasn't much, but most of the business in this first day had been walk-in and walk-out traffic, drawn in by the sandwich board offering opening day discounts and the smell of coffee. The comments had been encouraging from those people who had tried the various goodies from the case. The skunk's tail wagged softly as he walked back behind the counter. So far, "Erik's Eats" was a hit... and may even have taken in a profit, he mused as he drew out the cash drawer and stepped into the back, stowing the funds in the small floor safe under the cheap desk.
Unfortunately, running a bake shop was definitely more than putting money away, and there was prep to do for the morning. He grunted, washed his paws, and got back to work.
He was nearly elbow-deep in a bowl of cookie dough when the door rattled, making the skunk jump in surprise. "I need to get a radio in here," he grumbled, peering out at the door. "We're closed!" he called as he went back to work.
The door rattled again, this time with a light tapping. Erik rolled his eyes. "We're closed!" he called again, louder this time, working the dough together. "Persistence is great if we're open, but come on..."
A lighter rattle caught his attention, and he looked back at the door as the mail slot popped open and a familiar, lightly-accented voice called, "I'm sure I look silly doing this, Erik, so could you please open the door?"
"Oh, for the love of..." The skunk set the bowl down and grabbed a hand towel, wiping cookie dough off his fingers as he hurried to the door and opened it for the slim raccoon who stood outside with a grin on his white-furred muzzle. "Didn't I tell you the secret knock?" Erik asked wryly.
"Must've slipped your mind, mister successful businessman," Colin chuckled, poking the bigger fur in the belly with a light finger as he stepped through the door. "In business one day and already working on banker's hours."
Erik whuffed and laughed as he locked the door behind his lover. "Oh, come on. You know I had to get up at five to get in here this morning."
"I know. You stole the blankets on the way." Colin set his bag on a table and reached up, lacing his arms around the skunk's neck and pulling him down for a hug and kiss. "How did it go, lover?"
"Pretty good." Erik rumbled and squeezed the raccoon lightly. "The lunch rush was really good... I think having the sandwich board out during the morning rush hour made folks curious, and it sounds like I might want to add sandwiches to the baked goods sometime soon. But I think the honey oat thing didn't work out."
Colin walked over and peeked in at the lonely-looking honey oat scones. "Do I recall saying something about that? I thought your bear would take those home with her."
"I got a talking-to about stereotypes when I suggested it. A.A. Milne is in deep shit with that girl, I tell you."
The raccoon giggled and settled himself on a barstool as Erik moved back around it and got back to work. "How much more do you have to do tonight, love?"
"Not a lot... I just want to get this cookie dough done, then wipe things down and I'll be finished." Erik grinned. "If you want to help, I won't complain."
"Hey, I do all the cooking at home. I'll just heckle for a bit."
"Oh, thanks."
Colin smirked at the skunk behind the counter and joined him. "Just point me to what you want me to do."
"Well, you can start by bagging up those scones..."
The two furs worked quickly together, Erik chatting proudly about the day as he worked on preparation for the morning. Colin simply listened happily as he helped tidy the place. Finally, the skunk put away the final bowls and dumped the utensils into the dishwasher. "I think that'll do it," he said, turning to wash his paws once again. "I think I'm going to have dough in my fur for the rest of my life, though..."
Colin giggled, stepping up behind the skunk and sliding his arms around his waist, snuggling up against his lover's back. "I'm proud of you, Erik... you're happy at your work for the first time in years. The freelance thing was going to kill you..."
"I know, hon. I'm glad too." He stroked the grey-furred arms around his middle and leaned into the warmth. "I've got you to thank, of course... you kept us up on the bills and the house while I was in school."
"Hey, teachers are good for something after all." Colin giggled and nuzzled into the back of Erik's neck, pressing tighter to the skunk's body.
"You're good for a lot of things, Colin, you know that. I..." The skunk stopped and chuckled lightly as he noticed a certain point of pressure against his rear. Looking over his shoulder, he caught a twinkle in the raccoon's eye. "You really are proud of me, huh? Or is that just reaction from fondling all that healthy food?"
"It's a reaction from you being so busy getting this place ready to go that poor me was left having to take care of himself a few nights after you'd already conked out." Sharp teeth nipped at the ruff of the skunk's neck, earning a soft churr. "Want to do something about it?"
"You naughty thing." Erik turned around and slipped his arms around the raccoon, smirking as they drew together and nuzzling at one grey ear. "Can't wait until we get home, huh?"
"Forgetting our ritual, are you?" The raccoon giggled, grinding himself against Erik's groin through the skunk's apron. "We have to christen everything new. Remember when we got your new car?"
Erik did, emphatically. "The bruises from those stiff seatbelt latches in the back seat took a week to go away..."
"And when we got the hot tub... the first time after we renovated the bathroom... on the new mmmf!"
Colin was cut off as Erik planted his lips on the raccoon's muzzle, kissing him firmly. Their lips parted and tongues met, twining pleasurably for long moments before Erik drew back and grinned. "Now I know how to stop you from going on about things..." His paws slipped down and squeezed his lover's rump. "We're not christening my kitchen, though - that's just not hygienic." After another lingering deep kiss, he turned Colin around and nudged him towards the back room.
"What, no..."
"If you say 'special sauce,' I'll spank you."
"Sounds like fun!" The raccoon giggled and slipped into the back room. Following behind, Erik stopped and scooped something into the pocket of his apron, then continued in.
Colin turned to face him and pulled the skunk down into another lustful kiss, tracing his tongue against the skunk's sharp teeth as his lover's paws slipped down to unbutton his pants and push them down. The raccoon stepped out and kicked them free, his boxers tented out, and grinned as he pulled his shirt off while Erik slipped a paw inside his waistband and caressed the growing erection jutting from his creamy-furred sheath.
"Hmm, look what I found," Erik murmured as his fingers curled around his lover's shaft, stroking slowly up and down as the raccoon moaned pleasurably, his boxers slipping downwards. The skunk edged Colin back to sit on the desk, then leaned down to nuzzle his chest, nipping softly at a nipple peeking through the fur there.
"Lie back," he instructed, his movements following those of Colin as he followed directions and settled back onto his elbows, looking down fondly at his lover as the skunk's black-furred muzzle grazed over the taut stomach and its silky white pelt. His tongue swirled softly around Colin's navel, knowing from long years together that it was a pleasure point - and hearing that confirmed by the soft hiss of breath from his lover. He grinned, brushing his chinfur against the tip of the slim shaft jutting up from Colin's sheath, leaning back and brushing a hot breath of his own over the tip.
"This looks tasty," he murmured, brushing one side of his muzzle against one side of the raccoon cock, then following it with the other, watching Colin close his eyes and lean his head down to moan his approval of the activity. "But I think it needs something else..."
"Eh?" Colin managed to murmur, peering down at the skunk as he reached down to his apron. He grinned as Erik produced a can of whipped cream. "Didn't know you loved food THAT much," he giggled as Erik shook the can up.
"I haven't been able to eat any of the food I've been making... I deserve a treat." Erik smirked at Colin and tilted the can up, triggering it to trace a rough circle around the raccoon's sheath and ballsac. Colin shivered at the cold rush of compressed gases and whipped cream, watching as Erik circled the can around to the base of his hardness, then traced his way up along it, burying it in whipped cream.
"There," Erik murmured, smirking at his lover. "Now it's time for a snack..." His muzzle dropped and he buried it into the white mass, his tongue lapping out to clear the cream away first from the raccoon's sac, flicking against the firm orbs held within as he licked away the covering. Colin moaned with desire as the skunk's muzzle engulfed his sac and tugged playfully, tongue swirling against it.
He moved on quickly, though, working his way along the crease at the top of the raccoon's thigh, nuzzling and nibbling through the whipped cream to a chorus of pleasant groans from his lover as he moved in a circle to the other thigh, clearing away the topping along the way. Another circle, another series of moans, and his nose nudged up against the base of Colin's cock, which twitched with the stimulation. Erik grinned up at Colin before letting his tongue curl around the base, lapping at the sweet cream, then slowly trail up along his length, cleaning the sensitive flesh as he went.
"Ohhh, gods, Erik..." Colin moaned, his paws finding the skunk's ears and skritching softly as his lover worked on his shaft. He uttered a soft, lustful gasp as the tongue slipped off the tip, lapping away the last of the whipped cream and a healthy bit of precum that had joined it, then moaned as Erik dove down and engulfed his entire shaft in one quick motion.
Lips wrapped firmly around Colin's hardness, Erik let his tongue wander again, flicking expertly along and drawing up to start bobbing quickly and urgently, hearing the desire and need in his lover's encouraging whispers. One paw wrapped around the base and started to stroke as Colin's hips rose and fell to meet the stimulation, quick, jerky thrusts that told him the raccoon was very close and encouraged him to redouble his efforts, his lips caressing up and down quickly.
He felt Colin's muscles clench, a signal that he was well familiar with, and he buried his muzzle into the damp bellyfur as the raccoon grunted and erupted into orgasm. Hot jets of thick seed splashed into his muzzle, and he gulped it down eagerly, holding his lover's cock tightly as it pulsed within his lips. Finally, the last drops dribbled out, and he licked his way up and off, smiling at Colin as the raccoon's eyes slowly opened, returning the smile as he panted for breath.
"Hmm, I always guessed you had a creamy centre," he grinned, kissing the raccoon's cocktip to a groan from his lover. "But I think I'm going to have to inject some of my own cr..."
A paw came up and pressed against his lips. "Erik, love?"
"Hmm?"
"If you keep talking like a bad porno, I'm going to cut you off for a month."
"Sorry, love."
"It's okay. Just..." Colin lifted his legs onto the desk and shifted, his ringed tail draped down off the edge of the desk, exposing his tailhole. "...shut up and fuck me silly."
"I think I can manage that." The skunk started to take off his apron, but a footpaw stopped him.
"Leave the apron on, love... it's kind of sexy." Colin smirked at Erik's grin; the skunk shrugged and reached under it to slip his jeans down, raising the apron to show his thick cock hard and ready. The raccoon reached down to keep the apron out of the way as his lover moved into position.
One paw lifting Colin's leg over a shoulder and the other guiding his hardness, Erik pushed his tip against the tight ring of the raccoon's tailhole, churring with anticipatory pleasure as the raccoon's slim fingers reached up to trace his muzzle and lips. He pressed firmly but slow, feeling the muscles grip against his entry, then release, allowing him to push into the tight grip of his lover's rear with a pleased moan that was matched by the raccoon's own.
They held against one another, loving gazes locked, for a long moment before Colin let the apron drop and reached up to pull Erik down into a deep kiss. The skunk responded, his hips rising and starting a slow rhythm that pressed his length deep into the raccoon's grip with a steady motion that stroked him from tip to base, sending a chill of pleasure along his spine.
Rocking his hips to meet the thrusts, Colin moaned against Erik's muzzle as they brushed kisses against one another's lips, Erik propping himself on the desk with both paws, gripping tightly as he started to thrust with greater urgency. Colin let a paw slip down and started to pump his own shaft again as it returned to full arousal thanks to the stimulation of Erik's length within him.
With practiced ease, the two moved against one another, knowing each other's cues and pleasure points, encouraging the other on with caresses and nuzzles as they made love with growing strength, speeding up quickly. Erik's head rose and he gasped with the pleasure of the muscles gripping around him as Colin's paw moved faster on his own arousal, dripping pre into his bellyfur, the scent of their sex rising around them.,
Finally, with a hard thrust, Erik buried himself in the raccoon's body and moaned low; Colin squeezed down on the cock buried within him as it pulsed hard, the gush of heat spreading as his lover came hard deep inside him. He milked Erik's shaft as well as he could, panting with his own effort as he worked his paw almost roughly before he convulsed again, spurting jets of his own seed over his chest and belly even as his lover ran down, panting, over him.
The two furs rested against one another for long moments, recovering, before Erik leaned down and nuzzled at Colin's cheek. "Feel better now?" he murmured, licking at the raccoon's chin.
"Mmm... I think I need to visit you at work more often."
Erik chuckled and nipped at his lover's chin before extracting himself from the raccoon and stepping into the small bathroom for a towel to clean up with. "Really?"
"Well, if you like the whole 'creamy filling' thing that much..."
Rolling his eyes, Erik threw the towel at Colin, who fielded it with a grin. "I might need a bigger desk..."
"Tasty Treats"
A Vancouver Fur story
© 2008 Tony Greyfox
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