The Realization
#2 of An unlikely pair
He moans loudly as he feels his tailhole slowly spreading around the intruding cock. His back was arched slightly, rear high in the air, his face pressing into the wonderfully soft feather pillows. He felt two hands gripping his shoulders firmly. There was a leather cuff around each of his ankles and wrists with four D rings, one on each side. Another cuff was strapped around the end of his tail, latched to another D ring on his black leather collar.
His own shaft is painfully hard, lacking the attention he wanted brought to it. As the man behind him began to thrust slowly into his tight tailhole, a hand was brought around, slowly stroking his own length. A low moan escapes him into the red ballgag, slightly muffled, the thrusting starting to get faster. The man whispers into his ear, panting quietly, "Now be a good little slut and take it all.. Don't make too much nose now." The one underneath only nodded, moaning again into the gag, feeling his insides beginning to be coated with pre.
A new sensation filled him. He felt something larger starting to pop in and out of his tailhole as the man pumped faster and faster into him. His knot was starting to form, and he knew what would come soon.. Literally. With a moan, the man behind him thrusts deeply into him one more time. He tilts his head back as he feels the knot swell larger, quickly being filled warm cum. Suddenly, the gag was ripped off of him, the other holding it in one hand, tied to him, looking at his pet before kissing him softly. He pants quietly, softly returning the kiss before speaking weakly. "Thank you.. Onyx."
Faolin moans quietly as the doberman reaches around again, quickly stroking the fox's cock. His knot swelled to it's full size quickly, spraying cum out onto the bed, a louder moan escaping his lips. Slowly, he turns his head, looking to Onyx. He only heard a beeping, and the canine's face was the last thing he saw before everything faded to black.
The fox's eyes slowly open again, everything blurry. He gradually sits up, pushing up with his arms from his stomach, glancing around, feeling warmth around his stomach and crotch. With a groan, he reaches down with a paw, running it through the substance. Defiantly cum. Sighing softly, Faolin rolls out of the bed, tugging his sheets off with him. 'Might as well wash them later,' he thought. Grumbling softly, he hits his rectangular alarm clock square in the middle on the top, instantly silencing it. "Blasted thing." Was this all a dream? Faolin moves his hand to his rear, brushing a finger across his tailhole. Not sore, still tight. It had been a dream.
Hopping out of the bed, Faolin stretches, slowly making his way toward his bathroom, one of his arms tingling a bit as feeling returns. He must have been laying on it. With a finger, he flicks switch in the bathroom, squinting as the room is flooded with light. Yawning quietly, he pulls back the shower curtain, leaving the door open, having no reason not to have it shut. He lives by himself in an apartment. Nothing to hide.
Faolin steps into the shower and turns the knob, around the size of an average doorknob. Closing his eyes, he purrs lightly as the warm water sprays down onto him, groping around for a moment for his shampoo. He pours a nice amount of it into one hand before spreading it around his fur. He then firmly works it into his fur with his fingers, taking his time, paying extra attention to his messy stomach, then taking a step back when he's done, letting the water wash the suds off.
As the fox fiddles with the knob to the shower with his foot, he tugs a towel off when the water stops running, stepping out of the shower while drying himself off. He's not particularly neat or careful about drying his fur. He was just going to work out anyways. There was nobody to try to impress.
After putting on his jeans from the day before and a white tanktop, Faolin rushes out the door, locking it behind him. He was going to the gym with his friend. It was a great location, only just across the street and down a block. The fox waits patiently for his friend, who shows up about a minute later. After a quick greeting, they start their daily walk to the gym.
Smiling, the rabbit hops slightly as he begins to walk beside Faolin. His name is Jet, standing at 5'8, a bit taller than the fox. He wears black windbreakers, a nice contrast to his white fur, and no shirt, showing slight abdominal tone. He was more into cardiovascular exercises, and was very appealing to the eye. A charming personality also fit along with him.
During the walk, Faolin couldn't help but stare at Jet. There was something that looked different about him, as though he was seeing him in a new light. Then he felt a stirring in his groin. He begins to sweat slightly, nervously, thinking frantically. What was wrong with him? Suddenly, it clicked. It was the doberman, Onyx. Quickly, the fox speaks. "I.. I need to go. I forgot something. I'll go with you tomarrow, okay?" The rabbit simply nods. "Sure, go ahead."
Faolin jogged back to his apartment, dissappearing inside, the rabbit watching the door close before turning around again, chuckling lightly. What got into him? No matter. He would get the treadmill first for once. A glint catches Jets' sight. He stops abruptly and bends down. A quarter.. And a card. Curiously, the rabbit picks up his find, reading the card as he begins to jog again. The card appeared to be advertising a massage parlour. There was a phone number in the bottom right.