The Valentine
Fluffy sat in his living room; bored, alone and tired. He had no idea what day it was or what state the world was in. For all he knew, it could be World War III. As the young canine started to muster, he became more orientated with the world around him. His surroundings became more clear and not just a set of wavy lines and blurred shapes. Fluffy had been drinking heavily last night and he had passed out on his sofa, clutching an empty bottle of vodka in his paw. As the husky climbed up from the state he was in, the bottle slipped and clanged on the soft rug below.
"Shit..."
The bottle didn't smash, or make that much noise. However, that did not register in Fluffy's head, as he stumbled around, his head feeling as if it had absorbed way too much information at once. Grasping his head with his paws, Fluffy tumbled into the kitchen, obtaining a glass of water. He takes a large gulp, the water making its way into the canines' system, refreshing his body. He took a moment, closing his eyes and sighing loudly, before looking over to the window. The bright pinkish sky radiated into the room, making the husky smile.
It was a short moment before he turned his head to the calendar that hang from the wall. Luckily the husky lived away from his parents, as the calendar showed a very buff, naked fur every month. The kind that you'd wonder how they can possibly survive the amount of attention they'd get. Take this months entry, Mr February; a slim, but very defined otter. His pecs were sculpted and his abs were gorgeous, leading all the way down to his groin, where his member lay soft, but large. Fluffy had what you could call a soft spot for otters, and by far Mr February was his favourite, though he didn't like to admit that he had already had a peek at the other months. Fluffy shuffled across the room to cross last night off the grid below the lewd photo. Grabbing a pen, he put a cross through the 13th grid and moved his light green eyes over to the next day, the 14th. Today. Valentine's Day.
"Ah shit...Valentine's Day already! Fuck...I don't even have my gift yet!" Fluffy started to panic, realising that he should have spent last night preparing for his mate rather than drinking. In desperation he checked his phone, which was laying on the table. What he saw was a screen awash of missed calls, text and FurBook notifications saying he'd been tagged in another photo of last nights escapades. "Dammit, the fuck do I do now..." The husky slid the screen to unlock his smartphone, the text app appearing. Fluffy tapped a response to his mate at speed, the message reading:
'be there in an hour, sorry for not calling, blame alcohol lol'
Sending. Still sending. Sent! The canine then scampered upstairs, not realising until he looked in his mirror that he was only wearing his cute pink pawprint boxers that his mate had bought him for christmas. Fluffy looked in his mirror, admiring his bed-head look. It was cute, especially in these boxers. He took the boxers off, walking into the bathroom. It was quite warm, especially since the window was illuminated by the morning sun. The canine stepped into the shower, naked and exposed. His paws moved to the switches, turning them on.
Suddenly, a rush of warm water splashed onto Fluffy's face, which he slowly rubbed in. He enjoyed the feeling of the shower, rubbing his young, sculpted body all over. Gently soaking his pecs in water, he moved his soft paws down his abs and moving even lower to his groin. He stroked his member as it hardened. "Ugh...I can't...don't have time..." Fluffy debated in his head. He was set to spend the day and night with his mate, but he couldn't resist stroking his hard, throbbing length. The sensation was incredible, he knew he couldn't resist, but he had to. Pushing himself against the glass, he stretched his paw and shut off the shower. He had not had a thorough wash, but he was as clean as he could be in the time he had left.
Grasping a nearby towel, he dried himself as quick as he could, including his erection. He threw the towel onto the floor as he rushed into his bedroom. Grabbing his phone he swiped and looked at his newest text from his mate:
'lol its ok babe. hurry tho, i miss you <3'
Fluffy smiled and replied with a heart. He had not seen his mate in about a week, which was the longest time they had been apart since they got together, but they still communicated through texts and FurBook. Although Fluffy had no idea what his mate had planned for today, he knew it would be unforgettable. He laid his phone on the bed, as he disappeared into the wardrobe. By now, his member had returned to its normal state. He bent down to reach for a new pair of socks and boxers and on his journey back up, he picked up a pair of jeans and a shirt that displayed a generic pop-culture reference.
Aware of the time constraint put upon him, he changed into his fresh set of clothes, his young defined body showing through the tight top. Fluffy chuckled to himself, as he barely fit into his attire.
Fluffy ran out of his quiet suburban home, locking the door behind him. Desperately, he padded over to the nearest bus stop, just as his usual journeys to his mate start. They didn't live that far apart, though the bus journey takes the best part of an hour. During this time, the quiet suburban environment that Fluffy had grown used to was washed away with the busy noise and chaotic nature of the city. Getting off in the city centre, he made his way to various shops in what would be defined as a 'blind panic'.
As he left his last shop, he glanced at his smartphone, which displayed the time. He was late. Luckily though, it was only 10 minutes and his mate's home was a few blocks away. He tapped out a message:
"Almost there <3"
Fluffy walked down the high street, taking a few turns into smaller roads and alleyways. The city seemed to be a landscape that was harder to negotiate over time, though somehow he made it to his mate's house. It was a grand sight, it still surprises Fluffy to this day that his mate lived here; posh, elegant and modern.
He padded up to the entrance, knocking his paw against the large door. After a moment, the door opens, his mate standing with a warm smile across his maw. The couple embrace, rubbing their noses together before locking their maws in a passionate kiss. What seems like an eternity passes by as they publicly display their affection in the street, though in reality it was about a minute. The two lovers pulled away from each other, still embracing tightly.
Fluffy opened his maw again, his eyes half closed. "I love you..."
"I love you too..." Fluffy's mate says softly into the husky's ear.