Ring Bell for Service
Just like the last one, this is just general fap. Had so many people tell me that The Trap was their favorite story, so here. Mendel and Master makes their return.
Ring Bell for Service
By Kandrel
Fucking vixens.
Hands shoved his coat roughly into his arms, then pushed him roughly through the front door. The bouncer crossed his arms in a clear indication that the door was now 'closed'. Right. Fuck that bar. Fuck that bouncer. And fuck that vixen.
Jacob stumbled away. There was another pub a few blocks down. Maybe he'd have better luck there. He was not going to waste this evening. He'd spent hours combing his fur to perfection. He should have been in with that vixen, no trouble. She'd been interested. She'd been laughing at all his jokes. He'd knocked a few back, sure, but he could swear that she was flirting back. Then she'd leaned back and crossed her legs, and for just a moment he could see up her skirt. She hadn't been wearing anything underneath. Jacob could smell just how interested she was, right then, even over the stench of the other fifty or so people in the bar (along with the reek of their beer). There wasn't any doubt in his mind then. He was going to get lucky with this knock-out of a vixen.
Then some horse had come by. Tall, long of face, and probably long of everything else. Asshole. He'd interrupted Jacob's best joke by asking if the vixen wanted to go out back. No flirting. No foreplay. Nothing. Just a tap on the shoulder, a broad smile, and suddenly Jacob had been left with an apologetic glance and an empty chair where the vixen had been.
His response probably hadn't been the best choice. Probably shouldn't have smashed his pint on the bar. He'd been practicing being more impulsive in order to seem more 'male'. It wasn't his_fault he was so effeminate. With his thick, fluffy fur, and his wide, innocent eyes, he couldn't help it. Hell, he'd never met a red panda he'd consider masculine, and he certainly wasn't the exception to the rule. No, his luscious pelt was girly, and his hips were thin and effete. Unless he stated it out loud to begin with, he was usually mistaken for a girl at first glance. Not like that _horse. Still, as soon as he'd knocked his glass on the bar top and the crack of it shattering had split the noise in the crowd, he'd felt instantly mortified. Noise of conversation stalled instantly. Someone he couldn't see applauded.
He could imagine them out back, now. In a dark alleyway, the vixen propped up against the side of a dumpster. The horse behind her, cock so long that he couldn't fit all of it into her. Her skirt lifted and laying across the thick length as it went 'shlick-shlick' into-
Fuck. He needed to piss. Now that he wasn't allowed back into the bar, he took a left and stumbled down a deserted alleyway. He could still just barely see, the yellow sodium lights out on the main road bleaching blues and greens to yellow and brown. He put a hand on the wall to steady himself. He was feeling just a bit wobbly. The other unzipped his jeans.
Well, this was going to be awkward. He pulled the hem of his underwear down, but he was stiff. Just imagining the two, probably further down this alley and around, had him so hard he couldn't pee. Dammit. Think of anything else. He closed his eyes and aimed at the wall. Baseball and politicians. His old high school teacher. Taxes. After a moment, he felt it working, followed by the thin splash of liquid as he finally manage to relieve himself. It was a chilly night. It steamed as it hit the wall. Well, the night wasn't a waste yet. He'd head over to the Bell and Bitch, two blocks down. It was a different crowd there. Older. More desperate. Well, he might not pull a bomb like that vixen, but he was pretty sure he could get something.
His thoughts (and his spray) were interrupted by what sounded like a bell. Ring-a-ding! He looked around--nothing. Strange. Must have been something out in the road. He zipped his fly up, then the bell rang again. He jumped as small paws pushed at his leg from behind.
Half-silhouetted by the glaring street light was a little four-legged fox. Its ears were erect and pointing towards him with rapt curiosity. In its mouth was the handle of the bell. It shook its head, and the bell rang again.
"Huh. Aren't you cute?" Jacob smiled and bent down, but the fox scampered away before he could reach down to give it a pat. It stopped at the end of the alleyway, shook its head with another ringing jingle, then looked back at the panda.
Nonplussed, Jacob stood in indecision. Another ring of the bell, and the fox disappeared down a side-alley, heading away from the pub. Was it trying to get him to follow?
Of course not. It was just a feral. They were all over the city, apparently (though he'd never seen one personally before.) Usually they avoided people, but this one had seemed friendly enough. Something seemed out of place, though. He heard the bell ringing in the distance. But still, he'd never seen one, and what was he actually losing out on if he followed it? Five minutes of drinking at the next bar? He could spare it. He laughed to himself. There was something very Alice to it, following the white rabbit into the brush. What the hell. He was drunk. He was horny and trying to take his mind off getting dumped. If nothing happened, he could put it down to bad beer and a bad night, and just head on to the pub.
He buttoned his fly and walked down to the turning the fox had taken. Around the corner, he could see the shadow of the fox standing on a parked jeep. It shook its head. The bell rang again, and it hopped down into another alley. Left, right, through a hole in a chain-link fence, and over a rotted fence. By the time he caught up, he was sure the fox wanted him to follow. The fox was standing on some discarded crates behind a dollar store (back door closed with a metal mesh down over the entrance). It was just under a dim street lamp, flickering yellow every few seconds.
"Hey boy. What's up?" He asked, feeling self-conscious. The fox didn't flee this time as he approached. He held out his hand, and the clever muzzle lifted to sniff his fingers. The fox's head ducked to deposit the bell on the crates, then lifted its head again to push up into Jacob's palm. The fur was smooth, and so soft. He let his hand pet down over the fox's ears and down its back. Now that it was close and fully in the light, Jacob could admire it. It was actually a beautiful creature. His fingers glided through gorgeously thick fur. It was warm in the cold night air.
The fox pranced around under the adoration. Nose pushed up into the offered palm, then ears. Back arched to meet fingers, and tail curled around wrist. Then it rolled onto its back, throwing its legs up in the air. "Aww. Friendly thing, aren't you?" Jacob smiled and stroked his fingers through the fox's offered belly fur, until a sudden tap of hot flesh made him pull back.
"Oh! Uh. Sorry." He wiped his hand on his jeans. The unexpected contact had left his palm wet. Well. That answers that question, then. The fox was quite definitely male. The slim finger of pink poking out over the creamy white chest made that obvious. The fox stopped his squirming as the petting ended. A soft whine filled the gloom of the alleyway.
"Yeah. You and me both, boy." Jacob sat on the crate next to the supine fox. Now much more careful of where his arm went, he started petting the fox's chest again. The whining tailed off. "Vixen stand you up, too?"
He watched in general amusement as the fox squirmed under his fingers. Hot little spatters of liquid soaked through the fur over the back of his hand. Almost invisible in the poor light (and to his rather drunk state of mind), it took a few seconds for his eyes to catch the thin spurts of the fox's juices in his excitement. "Oh, boy, you're really worked up."
A naughty little idea sparked in Jacob's head. "Heh. Maybe I'm just drunk, but maybe we could help each other out?" Without sign of comprehension, the fox just perked his ears up and stopped squirming for a moment to watch him talk. He got a much more definitive answer when he let his hand fall right over the fox's sheath. The little creature let out a yip, and hips pistoned the rubbery tip up against his palm.
"Calm down. Can't help you out if you make a racket." Jacob looked around nervously, but the alleyway hadn't changed. Better, there didn't seem to be any way to be overlooked. The shop was shut down, and the buildings that clung to either side didn't have any windows pointing his way on the first or second floor. As long as no one opened the window and stuck their head out...
With a deft motion--well practiced while drunk--Jacob flicked the fly at his waist. Unbuttoned, then unzipped, and then peeled his underwear back to let his half-hard shaft flop out into the light. The fox's clever nose was buried in the cloth of his pants before he'd even finished the motion. A slim pink tongue flicked out, and Jacob was subjected to the softest licking he'd ever felt.
Stupid vixen. The thought meandered through his head as the fox noisily lapped. Every few seconds he felt the cool tap of the spongy nose, or the prickly brush of the fox's short facial fur. That vixen just wanted the biggest thing she could find--no thought for skill. Fine. Sure, but that wasn't his fault. But hell, maybe he'd been lucky. Bet she didn't have a tongue like this! It slapped the side of his cock, then drew up towards the head. The fox let out a soft little whine as it lapped at the liquid Jacob was dripping from his tip.
"Oh, man. That's good." His paw dragged over the fox's ears. The hot little thing had him standing at full attention. Every time he felt the touch of that luscious tongue, his whole body gave a little twitch of excitement. He reached down with a free hand, stroking at himself as the tongue dragged over his knuckles and swiped over his dripping tip.
Then it disappeared. Busy stroking himself, Jacob only noticed when he heard the fox's whine again to the side. When he opened his eyes, the alley was spinning slightly. Shaking his head to clear the vertigo, it took him a moment to register that the fox had turned around, and his tail was lifted invitingly over his back. Rational thought had long since fled. Jacob lifted his hand and placed it on the fox's rump. Eager hindpaws danced back towards the edge of the crate. In a second, he was standing. His pants dropped to his knees, and underpants were dragged down to his thighs. He wrapped his fingers around the fox's midsection, pulling back until he felt the silky-soft brush of the fox's tail over his shaft. Then the smooth grip of the fox's pucker spread around his head, and with a smooth glide sailed straight down to his sheath.
Holy shit. None of the girls he'd ever been with had been this tight. Or this hot! Even though the fox was already squirming and trying to hump, he held it still. He wanted to enjoy this, and the way the fox was moving he'd be twitching and squirting in just seconds. With one hand, he lifted the silky tail up and away from his belly. He wanted to see it when he pulled back. The light wasn't good, all dark shadows and bright reflections off of the fox's wet, slick skin over his tailhole. Jacob pulled his hips back. The tight tunnel gripped and clenched at him as he moved. He could even see the fox squeezing at his tip, before he reversed the motion and pushed himself back in to the hilt. The fox yelped beneath him, and hindlegs pushed the hot rump back into his crotch.
"Don't move." A hand closed over Jacob's muzzle. He froze in panic. Heartbeats were suddenly so loud they drowned out the sound of the fox's claws scrabbling on the wood crate. "Don't even move, and don't say anything."
A body--tall and lithe--conformed itself to Jacob's back. The arm that wasn't over his face wrapped around his side. Thin fingers tipped with thick nails reached down and pulled the fox's tail to the side.
"Not bad. Not bad at all. Good catch."
"Sir? I don't-"
"I wasn't talking to you." The voice behind him has harsh, and the fingers closed around Jacob's muzzle. "I was talking to Mendel here."
The fox gave a happy yip at the name. Meaning slowly swirled around Jacob's head, chasing the answer. Oh. No wonder the fox was so friendly. This must be his owner.
"Well, Mr. Whoever-you-are, I see you're balls deep in my pet. As I see it, you have two options." The hand in front of him held up slender fingers. He felt the owner against his back, hard, long, and thin. The hot shaft slid through the pelt over his back, leaving a wet and cooling trail against his skin. "You can continue on. Mendel here clearly likes you, and my fox has excellent taste."
As if to accentuate his point, the owner toyed with the little fox's hips, fucking them back and forth over Jacob's shaft. Fuck, that felt good. Jacob let out a little whine of his own. He heard a laugh behind him. The speech stopped.
"Oh, good boy. I guess I don't have to go over option two. Trust me, you wouldn't like it anyway." A slim head laid itself over his shoulder. Jacob glanced to the side. It was long and cervine, though the curving, spiraled horns said impala.
The hand left Jacob's muzzle. He opened his jaws, working them after being trapped. The face leaning over his shoulder smiled at him.
"Hi. Um, I'm-"
Hands reached around him and gripped the little fox--Mendel--and slowly slid him over Jacob's shaft. Train of thought thoroughly derailed, he closed his eyes and just enjoyed the slick sensation.
"You're too busy fucking my fox to give me a name. You can just call me Master." Knees spread around his own. He felt the impala's cock bounce against his back. It was twitching sporadically, and the dominant scent of male musk filled Jacob's nose. Fingers pulled that twitching shaft down beneath his tail. Jacob tensed up, but no amount of clenching could keep the slim tip from spreading his pucker. It wasn't so bad, actually. The impala's shaft was so slim that there was nothing more than a little burn as it pushed inside.
Then it pushed deep. Then deeper still. And when he was sure there couldn't possibly be more, it kept going. The arms around him gripped Mendel in front of him, pulling on the fox as his master hilted. Helplessly caught in the middle, Jacob let out a surprised yelp as impala balls swung up between his legs and slapped his own sac.
After a few slick thrusts, he was forced to admit that maybe the vixen had a point. Jacob had been with other guys a few times before, but it'd always been with guys even smaller than him. Rabbits. Mice. Even this ferret, once. They'd always been nice enough, but never like the prodding and sliding and _gliding_so deep that he swore he could taste the tip. Oh man, and when those hands pulled the eager little fox all the way back so he could feel the tail base wiggling against his belly...
Jacob's whole body twitched. He couldn't help it. It was an involuntary motion as his shaft jumped inside Mendel, and the fox squeezed hard around him. He could feel the liquids of his own orgasm dripping back down over his shaft and forming droplets on his sac as the fox clenched wildly at him. Four, five, six times he felt his balls pull up and his cock jump for the eager little sexpot in front of him. Then the impala's shaft prodded at his prostate, and the twitching started all over again.
"Already? Huh. Guess we'll need to work on your stamina." A hand pushed at Jacob's back and bent him down over the crate, fox pushing back beneath him. "Don't you dare move."
Behind him, the slim shaft pulled free. He felt hands on his hips, pulling him backwards. The twitchy tip nudged in beneath his balls, and behind him 'Master' slid his cock between Jacob's legs. The tip tapped at the underside of Jacob's sheath. Then it slide against his own cock as the impala pulled him backwards. The fox's clenching grew tighter as the slim shaft slid into the hot tail end just beneath him.
"Don't move. You're lucky. You're small enough that Mendel can take us both." Jacob felt the urge to grumble. Small wasn't lucky. Still, the sensation was marvelous. Even though he was poking through between his legs, he felt the impala's tip side up right past his, then keep going. "Mmmm. Mendel, you always feel at your best when someone else has just cum in you."
Beneath him, the fox gave a happy little growl. Behind him, the hips gyrated, and the shaft against his slid. He couldn't even quite tell which direction it was traveling, except that it was moving, and that it felt great. Hands gripped his hips and pulled. A thumb slid under his tail and pushed itself into his hind end. At this point, it just felt natural to have it there as the tall hips slapped against his. In and out, the shaft against his throbbed. Then it disappeared. A prod at his hind end next to the thumb, and the slick shaft slid into him this time. Deep until he could feel the impala's balls resting against the back of his thighs. Then back, and out, and beneath his legs again to push into Mendel.
Jacob lost track of time. His whole world was the slick sliding of flesh on flesh, and the occasional thrust into his own backside. He was hard again, and twitching. Fuck vixens. This was better than any vixen he'd ever had. The slim length slid into him again, and as it bumped off of his prostate, Jacob let out a growl. He hugged himself to Mendel's back and licked the fox's snout. Mendel's head lifted up and licked back at his muzzle as Jacob twitched again, spraying into the hot little fox a second time. This time, Master joined him. The cock pulled free, and he felt it slide in beneath his. It jumped against the underside of his cock. Hot liquid backwashed over Jacob's tip, then Mendel squeezed and squirted it back out against the panda's already mussed crotch.
How long they stayed like that, he didn't know. He was only awoken from his spent and half-drunk stupor when a thin cord was wound around his neck. "Hey! I-"
"My pets don't talk." Master said, then pulled. It wasn't a cord. It was a collar. The impala lifted a clasp, and it latched itself to Jacob's collar with a satisfying click. The leash pulled backwards. Jacob was pulled off of Mendel with a slurp, and the little fox immediately went to work cleaning his messy pelt. "Come, Mendel. We have a long weekend ahead of us. We have a new pet to break in."
With pelt still sticking out in clumps the fox hopped off of the box and followed after his master. Behind, Jacob stumbled through the dark, dragged by the inescapable tug of the leash. Inebriated and oversexed, the pressure around his neck had him hard in seconds. He stumbled over his constraining pants. In a bleary daze of frustration, he pulled them off entirely and left them in the alleyway. Ahead of him, Master whistled, and he hurried to catch back up before the leash pulled taut. What the hell. It might be weird. It might be humiliating, actually. But it'd be hot, he was sure. And it was a damn sight better than a vixen.