Rock the M.U.C.
Hello again, Yiffstar Locals...Ranokii here with the second chapter in the series I've been working on. I'm sad to say that, over the last few months, the guys I trusted to fix my old computer were actually rigging it to break so that I'd keep coming back >:( Luckily I got a new laptop. Yay, me!
Well anyways, for those of you who were wondering: Yes, there will be more Ms. Shiro in the future...but her mysterious nature will just have to tease you a bit longer... I hope you enjoy this chapter and check again for the next one in the works <3 Hopefully it won't take nearly as long to get finished. Sorry again for the delay. This one is a little longer, so enjoy the show. If you want to skip right to the sexy part, search for the word "disk" and start reading from there. Now on to the legal stuff...
This story contains content of the adult nature including sex, language and substance use. Also it contains content that is of the Furry nature, including...well...the whole damn thing... If you are unable to view such things legally, or simply wish not to, do not read past this point. By doing so you are agreeing to the statements stated above and my butt is saved from getting in trouble...
By the way, since (...) is time passing, ((...)) is a flashback sequence. It's just to keep confusion down, since my writing skills aren't as developed as I'd want them to be.
(By the way...The title is a reference to a song...can you guess which one?)
Chapter 2: Rock the M.U.C.
"Oh god, Ms. Shiro, I don't think I can hold it too much longer!" Hoshi gasped, muscles straining.
"Wait!" Ms. Shiro cried, "Please try to hold on a little longer. I'm almost there!"
"I'm sorry! I think I'm going to spill it! I can't really stop myself!
"No! Wait! Not inside! Get out, quickly!"
"Oh man...It's really hot. I'm sorry! But-"Hoshi cried, spilling his load inside as his arms failed him. He cried in dismay as we watched it drip over the edge of the stairs, onto the streets.
"Well there goes our lunch," Ms. Shiro said.
"Sorry, Ms. Shiro..." Hoshi said, watching as his and her lunch lie ruined on the streets. "The bus steps were slippery, and you made me carry both of those heavy bowls of tsukimi udon... I slipped and well..." He said, spreading his arms out; His appearance spoke for itself. Noodles hung off of his shoulders like an edible cape, slowly sliding off. From his hair, amongst the steaming noodles and dripping broth, were bits of egg and leek and something he wasn't entirely sure of. The bowls clattered on the sidewalk, broken, and a small crowd was gathering around them...
"If you want," she whispered, "You can head back to the hotel to change. We're early, anyways."
"Oh. No that's okay." Hoshi said quickly, "I have a quick spell for situations like these, anyways."
Taking the wax-covered gingko leaf from his pocket, he placed it to his forehead and focused his energies into the right balance. Muttering a few select words, his finger s flashed through several signs and, releasing the energy, stood and let the spell take effect. Out of the thin air of around his feet, bubbles started to form, carrying with them the scent of pine trees. For a moment or two they hovered there, as if waiting for some signal. Hoshi smiled and snapped his fingers, and the bubbles attacked the stains with all the fury of an incited warrior. Crashing into the clothes and regenerating seconds later, Hoshi smiled as he was swallowed up by the bubble swarm. He had to close his eyes to keep the soap out of them, but he heard Ms. Shiro gasp as he was engulfed by the soapy mass. He tried not to laugh, both because of the reactions he must be getting as a walking mass of bubbles and the fact that the bubbles tickled him all over.
A moment later he was released from his soapy cocoon, cleaner than he could have ever been if he had gone back to change, shower and shampoo. Even the sidewalk below him was as clean and immaculate as it was when first created. Around them, the crowd that had gathered let out a bit of applause, apparently impressed with the spectacle. Hoshi's ears flattened as he grew embarrassed, "Can we go?" he said, grabbing his bag and kicking the broken bowls into the street drain, "If we hurry, we can get lunch."
Ms. Shiro laughed a little, picking up one of the bowl shards. She raised it over her head in a dramatic fashion, placing her other on her chest. "Alas, I was but a fool. Were I but a scant second earlier, your foul encounter with mine lunch hath not end on thy empty head. Fie! Fie this bus and its cruel machinations. We need not worry, young one, for another Noodle Nexus lies but a block away!" she said in her best Shakespearian mimicry. They laughed, and proceeded onwards.
Oh wow...the city sure is bigger than I expected it to be, Hoshi thought, craning his neck backwards to try to see the tops of the buildings. All around him, the city bustled with a life and energy that was far different from the sleepy town he lived in. People rushed past the two with little concern, and the streets were clogged with the midday traffic. All sorts of noises rung in his ears from honking car horns to corner side vendors selling hot dogs and ice cream. Hoshi and Ms. Shiro were passing such a stand when Hoshi caught a glimpse of several flavors he had never heard of, including one named "Foxfire".
"Would you like a cone, sir?" said the vendor, a cute bat, as she waved her hand across the menu. Poor Hoshi was smitten, a sucker for a cute smile, before he noticed her eyes drift to the swaying tails behind him. As usual, her looked changed from friendly to something akin to surprise mixed with fear, and suddenly his mood became a bit somber. He just wished people wouldn't get so scared of him because of it.
In the world, it is a rare occurrence for people of different species to get married, because of the potentially unstable children they could produce. Several of centuries ago, in Japan, a nine-tailed kitsune once loved a black dragon named Udo, and together they had a child. For the first few decades the child grew and matured, aging slowly due to the dual heritage of a kitsune's and a dragon's long lifespan. As he grew, the intense magical power of the kitsune, combined with the raw physical power of a dragon, caused the child to go insane with power. He ravaged the countryside, destroying everything in his path, until he was brought down by his own parents. The kitsune disappeared after that day, never to be seen again, while Udo, honorable and ridden with guilt, was sealed in a mountain by the local shrine maidens. From that day forward, it was a generally accepted rule that couples were to be pureblood. Mixed breeds and species relations were looked down upon, and the shame it brought kept things in line since then. Granted, it wasn't truly illegal, but it was socially unacceptable and the child in question would be an outcast amongst its peers.
Hoshi was treated the same way when he first moved to Thornewood, being shunned and even attacked by his own neighbors. For a while he wasn't even able to leave the house because of the threats he would receive. His parents considered moving, but after a long psychological evaluation and several months of tests in a stuffy lab somewhere he wasn't sure of, he was deemed stable and healthy. He was glad, but sometimes hated the fact that he's looked at differently.
"Hoshi? Is there something wrong?"
Hoshi realized that he had started to daydream, and now the vendor was looking at him with a rather perplexed look. Ms. Shiro was waving her hand in front of her face, calling his name. He blushed and turned away, embarrassed, before replying to the vendor "Y-Yes. Sorry. I'd like a double scoop of Foxfire."
(...)
"You seem a little tired, Hoshi. Did you sleep well?"
"Not really. I couldn't sleep." Hoshi yawned as he and Ms. Shiro waited for their order. "I kept thinking about that wet dre-I mean nightmare, and couldn't get to sleep."
"Oh really?" she said with an arched eyebrow, "Well the dream can't really have been too bad. You reaction on the train didn't seem all too scary. What was-"
"Hey! Our order's ready!" The tasune said quick to change the subject. Before she could object he handed the fox her order and stuffed his face with his own. It was way too hot, and he burned his tongue badly, but it was worth it to keep his teacher from prying the answer from him.
((Earlier))
The rest of the night had been eventful, to say the least, for the poor tasune. Flashes of his dreams had come into mind at the worst moments, often distracting him from what he was doing. In one instance he was so deep in thought; he wandered into a fresh patch of cement. It wasn't until he was knee-deep and sinking that he even noticed. Ms. Shiro had tried to help him, but the glimpses of cleavage he was getting made his hands clumsy. Things kept getting worse, and he ended pulling her in with him. When they finally made it the inn the class was assigned to stay in, they were covered in almost-dry cement that flaked off their fur with every step. Hoshi knew that, when their teacher wasn't around, he would get hell for it.
Things got worse when Hoshi learned he would share a room with Ms. Shiro, whose only explanation was that she "didn't want to give a whole room to just one student." He nearly fainted. When the door opened and he only saw one bed, he began to panic. Ms. Shiro was a rather easygoing teacher, but how far did that attitude extend? He wasn't sure whether or not he wanted to find out.
When she told him to take the couch, he almost jumped for joy and tossed his things to the floor. "Sorry," she said, "but since I paid for the room it'd only be fair. It also means I get to use the shower first."
At this his ears perked up a little, and the little voice inside his head came up with a plan that the rest of him was in full agreement of. "Makes sense, I guess. I'm just going to watch some TV, ok?"
His reply came in the form of the bathroom door clicking shut behind her. He smiled an impish smile as he turned the TV on and turned the volume up. Looking around to see if she was out of eyesight, he went through his bag to find his gingko leaf. It was a bit battered, and made a note to switch it for the one included with one of the books when he had the chance to. He licked the back and placed the leaf on his forehead, thinking of how, exactly, was he going to do what he had planned.
The first thing he did was make himself invisible with the spell he had learned earlier. With a half-assed rhyme and a few quick signs, he was nothing more than a ripple of air. Satisfied that he wouldn't get spotted, he got up and headed towards the bathroom door. He heard the sounds of the shower coming from the other side, and saw steam coming from under the door. From the looks of it, he thought, she's already in the shower. The peeping tom tried to turn the doorknob, only to realize it was locked from the other side. He cursed, and thought of how to get it open without his teacher realizing it. After a moment, he found that most of his ideas ended up in either an explosion or getting kicked out.
Suddenly an idea popped into his head, and he wanted to kick himself for not thinking of it earlier.
Reapplying the leaf, he tried out his transformation spell. It took a few tries, and he was a little tired at the end of it all, but he was content with currently being about as tall as a small bug. He became disturbingly aware of little details like the weaving of the bed sheets and the gap between the door and the floor was about as big as if he were looking underneath a bridge. He walked under the door without even having to duck.
In his minute state, the steam that had come from under the door became a thick fog that irritated him to no end. All he could see was fog and floor, with none of the desired fox he had snuck in there to see. He switched shapes again with another spell, and became a ladybug, and once he had gotten used to the lack of arms and the addition of wings, he took off.
Flying was much more pleasurable than he thought, and he decided to test his acrobatics with a few loops and dives. He was about to do a barrel roll when he remembered why he was currently a bug, and regained focus. Looking around, he caught sight of his teacher's silver hair, and headed that way. Drops of water the size of small cars attacked him, knocking him out of the air twice. He recovered and after the second crash, and took a perch on the shower curtain. He laughed maniacally as he finally saw a naked Ms. Shiro.
She's...hot...he thought as he looked her over, but already knew that. He quickly realized that she wasn't a purebred fox, with a delicate, elegant pattern of black swirls going down her back and going around her side to curve around into her thighs. Similar markings came down her arms to melt into the elbow-length black fur that covered everything from there onwards. Her hair rand down to about her shoulders and dipped down her back, coming to a gentle V shape at about halfway down her back. On the left side of her pleasantly curved rump was a strange Japanese symbol he didn't understand, but memorized so he could look it up later...
She didn't seem to notice him, but it looked as if she was about finished with the actual cleaning part of the shower. Around her feet were bits of grey globs he guessed was the cement they had fallen into earlier. He was sure that, if the hotel wasn't cleaned magically, they would be in major trouble for clogged pipes. It was about that point that the tasune in bug's clothing realized that his transformation spell was going to end soon, and a full-sized Hoshi would appear in the shower with his teacher.
His wings burned with the effort of trying to fly fast enough to get out of the bathroom. Behind him, Ms. Shiro was also getting out of the shower, gaining quickly. He screamed, swooping under the door and around the corner. Just then the transformation ended, and he was suddenly a five-foot tasune zooming towards the wall. He groaned as he thudded into it, and again when the picture on the wall fell and added injury to injury.
"Hoshi, are you okay? I heard a crash." Called out the almost-vixen through the cracked bathroom door, "What are you doing out there?"
"Nothing!" he was quick to say, rubbing his head and getting back on his feet, "Just practicing my transformation spells.
(...)
When it was his turn to shower, he almost ran into the bathroom. After undressing, he stuck a shirt against the crack, just in case any insects tried to sneak a peek at him. Something pink caught his attention, just out of his view, and he turned to see his teacher's panties hanging off the towel rack. "Geez..." he said, proceeding to let the water get nice and hot. As he waited, he looked around, and noticed that, despite her neat habits at school, she seemed to forget those habits anywhere else. Remnants of soap and hair clung to the drain, and a bottle of some sweet-smelling gel lay open on the shower floor, leaking slowly. As he cleaned up a little, so that it was somewhat presentable, he sighed, "My teacher's a slob..."
When the water was hot, and the room was full of steam, he stepped in, sighing as warmth spread through his fur. He closed his eyes and took a few moments to let the cement soften, then took a generous amount of shampoo and worked himself into a giant ball of foam, fur and cement globs. As he waited for the few minutes directed on the bottle, he found his gaze drifting back to the panties, waving like a perverted flag in the breeze. Wonder what they smell like...he caught himself thinking until the water hit him, sending foam everywhere and leaving him tingling. As he rinsed the last of the shampoo off, he again started wondering...
And walking towards them...
And taking them into his hand...
And bringing them to his flaring nose before he realized what he was doing. In his mind, he imagined a little Devil Hoshi and Angel Hoshi, arguing over this subject. He imagined Devil Hoshi arguing that, since he just turned into a bug to peek at her, this shouldn't be such a big deal. Angel Hoshi, however, stated on the difference of a little curiosity as compared to actually sniffing someone's underwear. Devil Hoshi called Angel Hoshi a wimp, while Angel Hoshi called Devil Hoshi a lecherous creep. Then they began to fight an epic battle of morals verses the "satisfaction of discovery". Then Normal Hoshi realized how absurd it was to argue with himself and sniffed.
"Hoshi? Are you okay in there?" said Ms. Shiro through the door, "You've been in there for a while, and I've been kind of worried."
After his heart stopped threatening to jump out of his throat, he replied "Y-yeah! I'm fine. I'm just...having a bit of trouble reaching my back. I'll be out in a few..."
A moment of silence made him worry, and even more when he heard her finally ask "Need any help?"
"NO!" he shrieked before he realized it, "I mean...No, that's fine you don't really need to-"
But before he could finish his sentence, she had already burst into the room. I didn't lock the door, he thought in dismay. Before he knew it he was diving into the showers, the panties replaced. As he poked his head through the curtain, he saw Ms. Shiro was wearing nothing but a tank top and shorts. One hand had found the shampoo with the sweet smell he picked up earlier, while the other waved a back brush like a sword. "Nonsense, Hoshi." She said innocently enough that he let his guard down, "I caught hell trying to get that cement out of my fur when it was still a bit damp. Your back must be crusted with it by now."
She held up the bottle so that he could read it. It turned out to be a special solvent that was said to remove any inorganic material from fur, flesh and furniture. His only guess was that the front desk clerk had seen our condition and sent a bottle of it up in advance. He didn't have time to ponder how or why shampoo needed to label itself as furniture-safe before the vixen's hand shot into the shower. Before he could react she had taken his shoulder and spun him around so that his back was facing her.
"I'm not taking no for an answer, Mister Zell. As your teacher, I can't allow you to leave this room in nothing but perfect hygienic condition." She took both of his shoulders and sat him down on the edge of the tub. He flushed, and his tails were twitching erratically, but he knew when he was beat.
He accepted his fate as his teacher applied the tingling concoction. "Fine. You win."
(...)
Later the duo emerged from the bathroom with mixed moods. Ms. Shiro was satisfied with a job well done, while Hoshi needed another, much colder, shower.
"Well I suppose that's that. Let's get some shut eye, since we've got to get there early tomorrow." the vixen said, in bed and already yawning.
"Yeah..." he said, setting up on the couch to sleep through one of the most awkward nights of his life.
((...))
A lunch and several blocks of walking later, the student-teacher team finally reached the destination. Most of the class had already made it and were waiting for them. They split, Hoshi heading towards the back of the class to endure the taunts and jests of his peers, and Ms. Shiro to the front to do what teachers did.
"I'm sorry for our being late, class, but we stopped for lunch along the way." She began, waiting for the class to settle down a bit before continuing. "Today is the first official day of our three-day trip on the study of the magical side of history. Today we will be heading here; the Museum of Magical Artifacts and Arcane Study." She gestured to the small building behind her. The old two-floor house, with its faded jade paint with cream-colored trim, seemed out of place between the two massive apartment buildings that framed it. Hanging over the doorway was a small bronze plaque with the museum's name written on it with glowing ink. Again the class seemed a bit disappointed, and she waited until they were again silent. "Don't let the appearance fool you: I can almost guarantee that you all will find something interesting within."
From her bag, she pulled forth a clipboard and pen. "Now, before we continue, I must let you know that today you will be on your own. I have some business to attend to with the museum curator, and trust you to behave properly." The class cheered, and when it died down she finished up by saying "But this freedom comes at a slight cost. You see, each group will have a member of the Magic User's Club, M.U.C. for short, with them. Also groups can't be any larger than three people. With that, will the M.U.C. members please step forward?"
Several students, ranging from the cliché nerd to a couple who could pass for normal, stepped forward. Each one had a small brass badge depicting a western spell circle pinned to their clothing in one way or another. It wasn't hard to miss, since it glowed like metal from the forge. A few moments passed after all the members had stepped forward, and when they began to look confused. Ms. Shiro looked expectantly towards an equally confused Hoshi.
"Mr. Zell, if you could step forward and join your fellow club members..." she said simply, his badge held in between her fingers.
Hoshi had completely forgotten about that! On the train, Ms. Shiro and, by extension, Mr. Kurogane, had offered to teach him the basics of illusion and invisibility. But in exchange he had to join the Magic User's club. He was so stoked about learning a new spell that he agreed without a second thought.
As he trudged to the front of the group to join his peers, a brown rabbit stepped in his way. He recognized her as Yuki, an elitist type that never missed an opportunity to tell someone she was privileged and richer than they were. They exchanged glares for a moment before she turned to their teacher. "Ms. Shiro you can't possibly mean that this...this...this FREAK is going to join our club, right? He probably doesn't even know the difference between rune stones and glyphs."
"Now, Miss Hara, you know it is rude to insult people to their faces, especially when their ancestors were known for spitting foxfire onto foolish travelers." At this, Yuki quickly quieted. Satisfied, Ms. Shiro added, "As for his ability he is as capable as you are in the fields of illusion and transformation. Mr. Kurogane and I have both seen it with our own eyes and he joined of his own will. There's really nothing you can do about it."
Defeated, Yuki returned to the line with a sour disposition. Hoshi took his new badge and pinned it to the cuff of his sleeve. For a moment he thought he felt a twinge of something intangible brush against his mind, but it was gone in an instant.
"Since that little dispute has been settled," Ms. Shiro continued, "You can now choose your partners."
The class scrambled around, finding friends to partner up with and then choosing which club member they were going to drag along. Most of the smarter or more attractive looking members were swiped up quickly, and pretty soon Hoshi was confident he would have the entire day to himself to explore the museum. But wait, he thought, if I'm all alone today, then that means I might get stuck with Ms. Shiro for another day! She's hot, but I don't think I can handle another day with her. I need a plan...
Before the tasune could form a reasonable thought, he was being dragged towards the entrance by an unknown hand. He turned, curious to see who had picked him, and he died a bit inside when he found out.
Mari and Mary, like Yuki, were elitist. As the captain and co-captain of the cheer squad, a couple of things were obvious about them. The first was that they were popular, and never failed to exploit that popularity on anyone who would fall for it. They had the best table in the lunch room and the various sports groups swarmed around them like hulking mob members. Anyone who didn't have a status amongst their peers was lucky to even get a passing glance from the "Dynamic Divas".
The second obvious fact was that, being cheerleaders of the standard kind, they were "fashion zombies". If it had a label, it was probably in one of their closets, and the other planned on borrowing it. They were practically gods of the mall scene. Not to mention they had scores of faceless friends on MyPlace. Not to mention their tendency to dress alike. They thought it was cute, and while Hoshi was fond of the schoolgirl look, seeing it on those two seemed...off.
Mari, the collie and de-facto leader of the two looked back to the stumbling Hoshi saying, "C'mon, half-breed, today you belong to us.
(...)
"And what does this one do?" asked Mary, the follower panda. She was currently pointing to a small ring made of some kind of rusted metal. It was floating about an inch from its base and glowing slightly.
Hoshi, who had no clue whatsoever, simply read "The Hunter's Bow ring. This ring was used in the realm of Gaia to combat the swelling horde of monsters called the "Animated". This ring, once attached to a user, would summon a celestial arrow to strike down foes. It was also discovered to greatly reduce the movement of such creatures, as the arrows would slowly paralyze the joints associated with movement."
Mary stared in awe at the ring, eyes gleaming for reasons he didn't really understand. As she dragged him to the next exhibit, he sighed and reflected on the pattern that they were following. Mary would show interest in an artifact and, not knowing about magical things, would ask Hoshi to tell her about it. Although Hoshi knew a lot about certain magical items, there was a slight problem. The museum focused on western magic and artifacts. Hoshi knew mostly about eastern magic. So, not knowing anything about anything so far, he just read the plaque. It seemed that the panda had a serious interest in magic, but didn't know where to start.
He made a mental note to ask her later as he was brought to an abrupt stop in front of another artifact. "And this, Toshi? What does this do?" Mary asked.
Hoshi looked up and saw something he hadn't expected. It was a bowl about as big as his head, made of a material that looked like dried blood. While the outside was rough and almost jagged in texture, the inside was perfectly smooth and polished to a mirror shine. The only thing marring his face reflected in the bowl were the several dozen runes carved on the inside. In the center, still glowing after what must have been centuries, was a western spell circle of mercury. The whole thing gave of an malevolent aura that made him wonder if it was such a good idea to leave it out in the open.
After taking a step back, he said "It's a scrying bowl. After pouring water into it and saying a certain word of power, the user could see whomever or whatever he wanted."
"So what?" Mari said, finally speaking, "My phone can do that without any special words."
"But that's just one of its functions. The user could speak with whomever they viewed and send items and even themselves through to the other side via teleportation. Not to mention that this particular one, I'm pretty sure, can span different realms and summon things you'd never believe."
At this her ears perked and he could tell he had her full attention. "You mean...that bowl could...even let you talk with someone who's died? I mean if there is an afterlife, that bowl can bring people to and from it?"
Hoshi wasn't sure what to make of her sudden interest, but decided to address it as it came up. "I suppose so. It's just a matter of knowing what you want to summon, and where it is..."
"Can you use it, Yoshi?" Mary asked
"I guess. But since it's making my fur stand on end from this distance, I don't want to find out what happens if I touch it."
"Hmm..." Mari said, thoughtful.
Mary stared off into the distance, past Hoshi and Mari, to a room shrouded in darkness. She moved as if in a daze, shuffling towards the shadowy entrance while paying no heed to the valuables she knocked over.
Hoshi and Mari dashed after her to catch what looked valuable, which was everything except the stands they were on. As she entered the room, the others worked to put everything back to where it was. "Mary, get back here! You almost got us in trouble with your big butt!" Mari shouted after her. Her words never found their mark, though, as Mari was out of sight.
"Think we should go after her?" Hoshi asked, more concerned for his grade.
"Of course we should!"
As they entered the room Mary had disappeared into, the first thing Hoshi noticed was that this room was unnaturally dark. The whole room was an inky black that seemed to be unaffected by the singular spotlight that shone down from an unseen ceiling. He couldn't even tell how large the room was, so he was glad that Mary was within that circle of light. She stood there, not even taking not of their arrival or anything at all. Opposite of her, sitting unguarded on a marble stand, was a stone disk.
"What the hell..." Hoshi said, approaching the stand himself. Mary still didn't notice him, even when he waved his hand in front of her face.
Mari came up next to him, eyes going from the disk to Hoshi and Mary and back to the disk. "What's up with this room? It's way too hot in here."
Hoshi sighed, "I think the heat's the least of our worries. Mary's...zombified...or something... She's not responding to anything I do."
"Oh really?" she said with an arched eyebrow. She went to Mary's ear and whispered "Cheesecake..."
Mary remained motionless, eyes transfixed on the disk that, he noticed, was slowly rotating.
"That's odd." She said, "She usually goes nuts for sweets."
"Maybe we should focus more on...on..." he trailed off as Mari turned towards him, staring at him in an awkward silence. A few minutes passed like this, with Hoshi slowly backing up and Mari moving all the closer. When his back finally brushed against the wall, they were in complete darkness. The shaft of light, Mary and the disk were off in the distance, easily a dozen yards away. How big is this place? he thought as she leaned in. He wasn't sure, but he was sure she was sniffing him. "Mari? What are you...?"
With his night vision active, all color was washed away. Mari's fur was painted in shades of grey, and her eyes shone with an odd silvery light. A wry smile appeared on her lips and whispered "You smell good."
His confusion grew, and he started to sweat under her scrutiny. "Uh...T-thank you?" He stammered "I do bathe oft-"
"Not that, you stupid little half-breed." She said, pressing him against the wall with a strength he hadn't expected. "I mean the scent of a strong male. It's the scent of someone who desperately needs the warmth of another." She leaned in and whispered into his ear. "It's the scent of lust."
If he had a response, she didn't wait for it as her free hand made quick work of his shorts. Her hands moved with all the speed and precision of a thief and in seconds he was bare from the waist down. He tried to form a reasonable thought, to try to put an end to this, but she took a firm hold of his sheath.
"Oh my!" she gasped huskily, stroking lightly and looking into his eyes, "You're getting hard fast. Maybe I should try to...relieve you of such tension. Hang on."
She ducked down out of his sight, and a second later he felt her lips on the tip of his member. He gasped and leaned against the wall, pleasure making knees weak. "Wait a sec. We shouldn't be doing this." He said, trying to maintain reason. His member seemed to disagree, sliding more and more out until a pleasant length of cock stood in the cool air. All the while, Mari kissed and teased and licked it until he could barely move for shaking.
"Do you really want to stop now?" he asked. Her hand closed around him, slick as it was with precum, and started to jerk him at a blistering pace. She suddenly stopped, and let go. His member hung there, rigid and twitching. Pleasant tingles ran up and down it even after she had let go. A fresh bead of precum formed as she waited, running along the underside and becoming absorbed into his fur. It was silent, save for the sound of heated breath. "I don't think you do."
She stood up, giving his cock one last lick along the way. "So, Stud, why not keep this going a bit longer." She kicked off the panties that she had apparently taken off while sucking him, and leaned against the wall next to him, perfect rear presented. Her tail was raised, and the air around her was filled with the scent of sex. "See how wet I've become? I want you inside me so badly it hurts. Hurry up, I don't want to wait any longer."
He wasn't sure what was happening, or whether it was a dream or not, but he wasn't about to give up a chance like this. He came up behind her, getting a good look at her. She really is wet...he thought as he poked his member against her. They both gasped, Mari leaning back into it and Hoshi thrusting in a bit more. Instinct took over, and the tasune thrust in, all the way to the swollen knot that had formed. She cried out at the sudden insertion and he took a firm hold on her hips, withdrawing a bit before plunging in again, harder. In turn her depths clenched him, and her hips moved with him, urging him to go on. It didn't take much to convince him, as he started to work himself in and out of her in an achingly slow rhythm.
While he hadn't mentioned it before, up until that point he had been a virgin. The feeling of her, wrapped around him in such a burning hot embrace, made his head swim with lustful thoughts. His eyes closed as he savored the feeling, that slight grip on his way out and the moist, warm resistance he met on the way in. He felt like he was melting inside of here, and he reveled in the feeling. His tip would sometimes hit something that made them both shudder and gasp, and he knew to keep aiming for there.
He sped up a little now, and wet sounds began to echo in the emptiness around them. His partner, the collie below him, tightened up, and a wave of pleasure hit him as he started to thrust against this tighter feeling. Leaning over, Hoshi nipped at her shoulders, and she responded by thrusting onto him more. She gasped as his knot started to bump against her, and the tasune wanted desperately to plunge it in along with the rest of him, but he knew it wasn't time yet. He started to slam her a few times, balls slapping against her and adding another pleasure to the mix. He kept at it, waiting until she started to gasp before slowing down again. She looked back at him with a pleading look, "New...Position..." was all she managed to get out before crying out again.
He withdrew, looking at his cock's hard form proudly as she lay on her back. Her legs were apart and she beckoned to him, fingers spreading her lips apart. "Come on, now. Don't make me wait any more." He complied without a second thought, getting into position and thrusting back into her again. "Aw fuck, that's good." She half said, half moaned. Her hands pulled him close, and her legs locked around his waist as he started pumping. This feeling was even better than before, tighter and much wetter. Her hips bucked, and she did her best to meet his thrusts, holding onto him for dear life. He could feel her tightening up again, and started to slam in hard. She groaned and clamped down onto his member as she came. He tried to keep at it, but the feeling was so great he couldn't move. The back of his balls tingled, and his knot practically screamed to be tied. Mari probably sensed it as well, because she looked into his eyes and started squeezing him tightly to her. "Do it," she said, stroking the back of his head, "Shove it in and tie me!"
This was all the motivation he needed, if any. With animalistic vigor he started to slam in, harder and faster than before. She tightened, but it wasn't enough to stop him as his knot started to penetrate. She cried out, but whether in pain or pleasure he wasn't sure. He didn't care either; all that mattered at that moment was getting his knot inside of her. She was loosening up, and the knot started to delve in deeper, when a black hand grabbed him and pulled him away. He landed on his rump and groaned in frustration. He was so close, so very close! He looked over to see a teary-eyed Mary and an equally frustrated Mari. An old wolf stood there, holding Mari and waiting for her to calm down. He growled and looked around for whoever pulled him away-
"Mr. Zell, what the hell are you doing!?" came a familiar voice, and whatever anger he had melted into fear when he saw Mrs. Shiro looming over him.
To be continued...
((Sorry for such a long chapter, and this cliff hanger. I promise the next chapter won't take so long to come out. And you'll get to see a little more sex than usual, I hope. I'm not dead, so don't forget to check up on me once and a while.
Ranokii, Out))