How to Make Friends in Prison
WARNING: M/M furry yiff. If you don't like it then what are you doing here. For those underage, don't get caught. If you do, don't blame me. Otherwise enjoy, and if you feel up to it and have an account then I would appreciate feedback. It's a great way to improve one's writing after all... "All rise for the Honorable Judge Cunningham," the buffalo commanded in a strict voice. The furs seated in the courtroom rose like a wave reaching its crescendo as the perilous wave made its way precarious towards the witness stand. A scruffy looking squirrel, in his twenties craned his neck back looking over the crowd to view the door. He weighed the chances of making a break for it without getting caught, but a stern look from the large bailiff dissuaded any ideas of freedom. The squirrel sighed and submitted as the night clad blood scaled dragon entered the court and walked up to the judge's seat. The squirrel's form slumped into the uncomfortably hard wooden chair that served as his seat. While his body might have been resigned, his eyes traced over the muscles that bulged out from beneath the buffalo's uniform. The squirrel licked his lips as he uttered an inaudible moan, imagining what it would be like for the bailiff to lean him over the witness chair, and fuck his tight ass for all of the jury to see. He could nearly feel the huge thick pulsating cock ram its way into his bowels and unleash its sticky fury upon the squirrel's insides. The squirrel couldn't help but shudder as he ripped himself away from that fantasy to realize that he was sporting a painful erection underneath the table. He squeaked as he tried to adjust himself, but to no avail. He sat with his paws in his lap doing his best to cover up the bulge that was screaming for attention. The jury walked in through the doors a moment later and seated themselves accordingly before the one at the end to proclaim the squirrel's sentence. Judge Cunningham spoke out in a stern drillmaster's voice. "Would the defendant, Collin Martens rise." Collin, the squirrel, held his head low as he shakily rose to his foot paws, happy to have his erection gone down. He lifted his head to notice the juror at the end was a brown wolf in his mid thirties. He was handsome enough and that set Collin off into another sexual fantasy. This time the squirrel was on all fours, Judge Cunningham's draconian member tapping him on the muzzle demanding entrance. Not one to refuse a cock, Collin opened his maw and let the large girth in and started to suckle on the sweet tangy flavor. The juror wolf came in from behind and with an already lubed up nine incher, rammed it home inside of the squirrel's tailhole, causing said fur to moan in ecstasy around the pre ejecting meat sliding in his muzzle. It might be a good time to explain a little about Collin Martens. The squirrel is a borderline nymphomaniac, who has just enough self control not to pounce on every male in sight and start sucking them off. Unfortunately, with his unusually high libido, his mind, more often than not, gets carried away with his fantasies. He paws off four to five times a day and recharges in a matter of minutes. Even after his intense jack off sessions, he still yearns for more and more cock to use and abuse him. To be filled from both ends and to have his fur literally painted white with the cum from other males. He wants nothing more than to roll around and bathe in fresh hot sticky spooge. In fact if he were able to live off seed alone, he would. He eats his own any chance he can get. Although the squirrel has cabinets full of fun time toys to use and helping to achieve his fantasies, they are just not the same as the real thing. Collin closed his eyes as he continued his erotic fantasy. If sucking off the dragon while the wolf pounded his ass wasn't enough, the buffalo joined in with his thick girth waving in the squirrel's muzzle. Slipping out Cunningham's cock, the squirrel accepted the new offering into his muzzle as he supported his body with one paw, and started pumping the now slickened dragon dick with his other paw. The wolf's knot kept bumping up against Collin's entrance, demanding entrance, and the squirrel was only happy to oblige. Thrusting back as the wolf thrust forward, Collin felt the knot slip in with a 'snap and a crackle' locking the two furs into place. The pumping of the dragon's cock paid off as Cunningham unleashed his delicious warmth all over the squirrel's radiant visage. The sight of the seed drenched squirrel was too much for the buffalo to handle as his thick meat spewed its juices down Collin's throat. The bailiff's cock slipped out, spurting ropes of cum this way and that as the squirrel made feeble attempts to either catch them in his muzzle or else on his head. The feeling of all that seed on Collin pushed him over the edge and as he let out his own volatile climax, his sphincter tightened around the lodged wolf meat, causing the juror to howl our in euphoria as rope of cum after delicious sticky white cum flooded the passages of the horny squirrel. It wasn't until then that Collin snapped once again out of his fantast to realize that he had actually climaxed within his denim jeans. A blush appeared through his fur as he made no attempt to notify the rest of the furs as to what was going on within the confines of the squirrel's jeans. Subconsciously, Colin's thick bushy tail wrapped around his waist as if to hide the climaxing cock from the ensemble of onlookers. The squirrel returned his attention towards the wolf who was about to deliver his fate. The wolf stood proud and tall as he looked with contempt at the squirrel in orgasm, his voice scathing and harsh. "On the charge of seducing and sleeping with a minor below the age of sixteen, we hereby find the defendant, Collin Martens, guilty." Collin's heart shrank and his whole world started to crumble. "On the charge of stealing seven thousand and six hundred dollars from the parents of said minor, we hereby find the defendant, Collin Martens, guilty." A whimper escaped the squirrel's muzzle as a tear tickled from his eye. He had to keep his paws on the table in order to support himself. His cock was still in the middle of its massive orgasm that was slowly filling up his boxers with seed. He could even feel the seed turned to its watery-like state spilling downs his furry legs and coating his balls in squirrel spooge. This only turned Collin on more as he listened to his fate and his meaty cock jumped and shot off even more spooge. The wolf resumed his seating as Judge Cunningham looked upon the euphoric squirrel, a nasty taste in his maw as he spat at the nymphomaniac. "Distasteful. Utterly horrible. I hereby sentence you to twenty years at Happy Times State Penitentiary." The judge looked once more upon the squirrel whose orgasm was finally receding and turned and walked from his pulpit. The bailiff looked with alarm before rushing a "Please rise for the Honorable" before the Judge walked through the door in a huff. As the crowd made their way through the doors out of the courtroom, the bailiff walked over and turned Collin around, with more force than was needed. Collin could vaguely feel himself be handcuffed as his mind once again drifted into a ludicrous fantasy involving handcuffs and buffalos. The bus ride to the prison was unremarkable for the squirrel. It was the usual fair, as shown on television. The bus had bars in the windows and a locked cage separating the prisoner from the only workable door. There were a lot of bumps that caused the squirrel's recharged cock to jump to attention, but other than that, it was boring. That was, until they arrived at the prison. Happy Times was a misleading name. It was made the name of the prison in order to seem more furmane towards the law abiding populace. However, it was anything but happy. The prison was lined with thirty foot high barbed wire chain linked fence. Guard towers sat in each corner and Collin could make out a fur in each sporting something that looked similar to a hunting rifle. Within the yards resided a small basketball court and a courtyard, its melancholy grey surface a symbol of the times to be had within Happy Times unhallowed walls. The jailor escorting him was a rather charmingly attractive zebra, dressed in blues and grays with a matching ball cap. The zebra gave the young squirrel a comforting smile as he ushered him to the warden's office. The smile only made the zebra's attractiveness go from charming to positively beautiful. Once again, Collin's overactive imagination couldn't help but work double time as he wondered what the zebra looked like under the uniform. His rock hard cock started leaking pre as he entered into the prison, heading down a concrete white corridor. "Don't worry," the zebra said in a comforting tone. "Happy Times may look like a ghastly place, but you could be worse off." "You don't say," Collin said, a bit of an Irish accent sparking his voice. "How much worse off could I be than a prison?" The jailor shrugged his shoulders and put a comforting paw on the squirrel's shoulder. "You're young. You have your future ahead of you. When you get out, I hope you will make the right choices." The zebra removed his paw and they continued down the silent lifeless hallway. "I see young ones like you in here a lot. It depresses me to see such talent wasted on a life of crime when it could be better used serving society." Collin shrugged his shoulders as he used his bushy tail to cover up the campout that was currently setting up the tent in his jeans. "I guess some of us just aren't meant to do great things," Collin replied. "Some of us have to fulfill the roles of criminals so that there will be someone to hate; someone to be better than. Otherwise society would have no one to use as its pariahs and it order would crumble away without a standard of wrong." The zebra had a thoughtful look as he opened the door at the end of the hallway and escorted the handcuffed prisoner in. The office was decked out in Florida State sports attire, garnet and gold liberally littering the room with its painfully offset colors. A hulking grizzly bear was seated in a comfortably looking leather chair on the other side of large oak desk, his paws clasped and his eyes brooding. With a wave of his paw and a gesture to a seat, the squirrel walked in and sat down, trying not to look into the menacing Grizzly's eyes. The warden looked down at a file before speaking out in a rustic twang, "Sexual predator, eh? We don't usually get your kind down here." "The fox was 15 years old and he gave consent. That's hardly a crime." "Oh, but it is," the Grizzly said as his eyes slowly roamed over the squirrel, checking him out from his seat. "Lower your tail," the warden commanded. When Collin refused to comply, the warden said again in a calm voice that emanated an undertone of danger, "Lower your tail, now." Slowly, Collin brought his tail away to reveal his rock hard sticking up in his jeans and the warden's eyes homed in on it with a smirk. He looked up to notice the zebra standing idly by and dismissed him. "That'll be all, Jones." Jones, the zebra, nodded and with one last glance of concern towards the squirrel he left and shut the door. "Lucky for you," the Grizzly said, "We have one other sexual predator among our numbers. And it just so happens, he's in the need of a new roommate." The grizzly reached over and tossed out an orange plastic package. "Your clothes. The other 'guests' of Happy Times are currently enjoying their dinner so after you are all done playing dress up, you can wait in your cell for your new friend to arrive," the bear said with a malicious smirk. "I'm sure you two will get along great." The warden pressed a button and Jones came back in and escorted Collin out, but not before he escaped into one of his fantasies involving thick meaty slick bear cocks pounding his ass every way but Friday. "So screwed a 15 year old fox, huh?" Jones the zebra asked, bringing Collin back to the world of the living. "Let me guess, her dad walked in on the two of you and almost blew your brains out?" "First of all," Collin said in a matter of fact tone. "I didn't get caught in the act; and secondly the fox in question was male." Jones glanced at the squirrel with a reevaluating look in his eyes. "So that would make you...?" "Gay," Collin replied before being led into an empty small concrete room with an small bin in one corner. Jones said with a manner of indifference, "Strip off all your clothes and leave them in the bin. They will be returned to you once you finish your sentence." Glad to finally get his cum soaked clothes off, Collin peeled them away from his fur, wincing as they stuck here and there, but managed to strip away, leaving his fur stained in his seed from his previous orgasm, and his rock hard seven and a half inch member jutting in the metaphorical breeze. Jones came over to frisk the squirrel for any stray weapons but couldn't help but keep his eyes glued on the pulsing squirrel meat and smell the pent up musk that radiated from his body. Collin couldn't help but notice Jones' khaki pants starting to tent out as the zebra came near him. The squirrel's eyes flicked up to the zebra's gaze and when he saw the blush, Collin smirked and stopped resisting. He let his libido take control. He grabbed Jones' package with one paw, which elicited a yelp from the zebra. Collin could tell that the white and black fur's cock was just as hung as a horse's and licked his lips in anticipation. He quickly slipped down the zebra's pants around his ankles and was greeted with a sight most fantastic. At 13 inches long and 2 and a half inches thick, Jones' cock was the largest that Collin had even seen. Not waiting any longer, the squirrel lashed out his tongue and licked at the musky lollipop before him. A whine escaped from the zebra as Collin continued to lick up and down the thick shaft, while fondling Jones' sack with his right paw. The squirrel's other paw was making teasing circles around the zebra's pucker, causing a shudder and a struggle. Jones knew he shouldn't be doing this, but if this squirrel was so intent on pleasuring him, why not humor the poor fur. This was his reasoning as he let Collin pleasure away at the massive cock that was starting to spurt strands of pre. He moaned and groaned as his orbs were rolled in the squirrel's hand as Collin slapped the hung cock in his face, painting himself with Jones' juices. He started to pump the massive cock with the paw he had fondled Jones' sack with and started jacking himself with his other paw. Collin dropped down as he did this as started sucking and nibbling oh so gently on the zebra's ripe and tasty balls. He popped one into his maw and then the other, letting his tongue caress around them as he pumped both of their cocks to oblivion. It was all Jones' could do from collapsing into a black and white pile of ecstasy. Moans and groans of all varieties escaped the zebra's muzzle as his eyes nearly rolled back in his head from the pleasure he was receiving. It had been too long for the jailor. He didn't even have the chance to clear his pipes for a few weeks. His moans and groans got louder still as Collin's tongue lathered Jones' nuts and his paw was furiously sliding on the huge black shaft now slick with pre. A movement was caught in the corner of the zebra's eye, and his gaze shot towards the entrance to the frisk down room where the warden happened to be, leaning against the frame of the doorway, his arms crossed and a smile playing on his muzzle. Jones just stared in horror as the squirrel obliviously pleasured away at the zebra, unaware of the grizzly's presence. Only when the ursine cleared his throat did the squirrel pull away and stumble backwards, falling on his bare ass. Collin flipped over, his face pulling off a great imitation of a beat as he stared in shock at the bear who was watching the situation with a growing smile. However, that wasn't all that was growing as the grizzly bear's pants suddenly became three sizes too small. He tried adjusting himself, but only made it worse. Then, as if a lightning bolt struck the ursine, he came up with a great idea. Walking over to the pair of lustful creatures, he casually undressed letting his crumpled clothing fall to the concrete floor and revealing the treasure beneath. While the bear's cock was indeed not as long as the zebra's it was much fatter and juicier looking. Pre started leaking from the mass jutting from between the warden's legs and Collin couldn't help but become entranced by the beckoning cock before him. The squirrel licked his lips and then pounced towards the oncoming bear, licking up and down the slab of slick meat like a child does to a quickly melting fudge-sickle. Collin made sure not to let any of the pre-seed escape from the onslaught of the ribbon of flesh that painted the warden's cock in saliva. Moans and groans emanated from the warden's maw as the bear stood paralyzed by the blissful attention. Jones' who was getting more and more turned on by the sudden turn of events strutted towards the pair of rutting animals, and pushed Collin to his paws and knees. The squirrel, ever the horny and lustful creature, raised up his tail, already aware of what the zebra had in mind. He kept his attention busy on pleasuring the warden, so that his mind would be distracted when the immense pain arrived. Collin reached out and rolled the bear's sack in his right paw as the he nuzzled the shaft with his head, painting himself with the bear's pre. The musk of the two other furs kept smacking him in the face and he was driven wild by their rutting cocks constantly spurting pre. Jones positioned his long black shaft at the squirrel's pink pucker, ready to plunge in and take the nymphomaniac as his own. The zebra put a little pressure on his shaft and Collin moaned out in anticipation. His moans were stifled as the warden shoved his meaty girth into his muzzle. The salty tangy flavor exploded on the squirrel's tongue as Jones' started to slowly sink his shaft Collin's anal cavity. The muscles were pushing against the intruding cock, so Jones braced himself and shoved forward, hilting the squirrel in one try. Collin squeaked out in pain around the bear dick in his maw, tears welling up in his eyes as indescribable pain lurched through his body, racking his nerves. He kept his tongue busy marinating the juicy meat in his muzzle, sucking so slowly and drawing moans from the grizzly bear. The zebra started pulling out and a mix of pain and pleasure surged through Collin's body and he couldn't help but murr up to the point that Jones' thrust forward. The zebra cock hit home and hit hard as the squirrel's prostate suffered a blow for the ages. Pre shot from Collin's cock, coating the concrete and the tasty juice. The warden pushed and pulled, muzzlefucking the squirrel and sending liberal amounts of delicious juice down the squirrel's throat. The zebra's meat kept pulling out and slamming in, massaging Collin's prostate with force, causing the squirrel to moan in pleasure and meep in pain as the jailor and warden kept up the rhythm on the prisoner. Jones' pace picked up to hyper speed as he jack-hammered into squirrel's ass and the warden's cock was on its last leg as the near slammed forward and let out an earth shattering roar as a fire hose unleashed itself within Collin's maw, filling the vessel up to the brink on the first shot. Bear cum started to spill out the sides of the squirrel's mouth as Collin tried his best to swallow the first shot. He didn't have enough time as the second shot came, and the squirrel's mouth couldn't contain the bears cum shot as it splashed out of Collin's maw and sprayed its bounty all over the room, most of it landing upon the three furs. This was way too much for Jones who thrust forward one last time and sent his pulsing shaft into the farthest reached of Collin's bowels and began filling him up. Just like with the bear, the squirrel's ass couldn't contain all the seed and it started pushing out around the zebra's cock as the pressure built up within Collin's ass. As Jones pulled out, cum steadily flowed from his ass like a waterfall. Both the warden and Jones climbed to their feet and started redressing. Ignoring his hard on, Collin made his way over to the orange bundle the warden had given him and started to put on his prison clothes. Once dressed, Jones' escorted him into the prison block, where raunchy shouts and wolf whistles filled the air, followed by screams of 'fresh meat'. Ever looking for the opportunity, Collin's mind lit up with excitement at his situation. He was surrounded by a mass of horny men who wouldn't mind fucking a guy to get their load off. Not only that, but the squirrel was sure that there weren't a whole lot of guys who would be willing to take a cock in prison. He rubbed his paws gleefully, waiting to test out a theory on his new cellmate. He was willing to bet that the prisoners here were willing to pay for consensual sex. And he was willing to surrender himself to their whims, if the price was right...