pt.2-Fun with skirts
I'm glad to see that my new series has not been receiving any bad criticism This is the part where the fun finally starts, so enjoy. This story contains m/m yiffing, and cross dressing, so if that's not your thing, or your too young to be reading about said material, you should really consider not continuing, due to legal reasons. Out of the frying pan for good pt.2-Fun with skirts * * * Scott walked happily across the parking lot to his car, counting the tips he had made that night. About three days after he got out of the hospital, he and Eric had both gone out looking for new cars, seeing as how the crash had killed Eric's engine, and ruined pretty much everything on Scott's GTO. The fox had decided to buy a new silver Scion TC. Eric, sticking to sport utility vehicles, had gotten a black range rover. Scott had also gotten the job he had long wanted, and was now working at a club called "The Dark Room". It was called that because except for the bright lights above the bar and dance floor, it was near pitch black, with a trace of red tint. There was also a row of soundproofed rooms along the far side of the club, incase anyone wanted to get a bit closer with there new dates. He stepped into the small car and sped off, back to Eric's condo, where he was currently residing. It was 2:08am, so Scott very quietly, and very carefully made his way through the security door and up the stairs. He turned the knob of the front door as slowly as he could, opening it and entering with the same cautiousness. He was extremely surprised to see the kitchen light on, as Eric was normally asleep way before he got home. Eric walked into the living room, and said, "Wow, you sure get home late from work, what do y-" the dingo stopped and stared at Scott, his eyebrows raised high in surprise at what the fox was wearing. Scott was dressed in a short plaid skirt, a dark blue thin sweatshirt with the bottoms tied and raised, which revealed all of his creamy white stomach, and a pair of long black leather platform boots, the tops of which were only about three inches under his knees. He also had a thick, black, leather collar around his neck. "Um.... I mean..... w-what do you do at the club?" he managed to stammer out. Scott blushed a little and shyly said, "Well, um, normally I'm a waiter, but sometimes I fill in for the dancers." "Waiter or a waitress?" Eric asked, chuckling a little. Scott blushed a little more, and said, "Well, The Dark Room is a mostly gay club, and the regulars like it when the employees dress scantily, but not too masculine. School girl works just perfect, if you wanna get a lot of tips." "Hmm, I see," Said Eric, who was gently groping himself underneath the counter, as he stared at the fox. "Well I'm exhausted, I'm gonna go sack out," Scott said as he went into his bedroom, stripped, and fell asleep instantly. Eric also went into his bedroom, but was planning on something else before he went to bed. He pulled off his boxers and tee shirt, which were all he had been wearing, and slowly began to massage his stiffening sheath. He let out a low moan of pleasure. Just as his pink member was poking nearly all of the way out, he stopped. Although it made him whimper with need to stop, he resolved that he wouldn't release until Scott was the one making him do it, not himself. Not only did he love how sweet the fox was, he couldn't get the vision of him out of his head since he first met him at the hospital. With a sigh, he pulled his blankets over him and dozed off. * * * Eric awoke with a large yawn, then scratched his belly, and slowly made his way towards the bathroom. Scott was already gone by 9:15, which is when Eric woke up. Scott's day job at the coffee shop down the street started at 9:00. He worked a lot on the weekends because he didn't have much time to during the week. Then was when he was busy at school, or when he got home, focusing on his music. He had bought a new guitar to replace the one his former foster dad had broken into tiny pieces, and also a new keyboard. He really did love music, but until now lacked the equipment to express himself through it. Eric worked mostly from home, looking up deals for repossessed houses. He bought the cheap houses, and then sold them right away for sometimes as much as 50 times what he paid. If it was a nicer house, he rented it out for weeks at a time. He currently owned two houses he rented out, and three he was planning on selling. Although it didn't quite make him a millionaire, it still raked in a lot. The only reason he still lived in his condo was because he loved that part of town way too much to leave. Scott described their town as 'really fucked up', but Eric thought of it as 'exciting'. The dingo hopped in the shower, turning the heat up high, to get the water nice and steamy. He lathered up his tan fur, taking time to run his fingers through his soft pelt. After a few minutes of this, he rinsed himself off and hopped out to dry himself off. He walked into his room and pulled on a pair of black denim shorts, and a dark red tee shirt. He turned on his computer, and started to upload his new stack of CD's into his music match play list. As Children of Bodom blared out of his speakers, he went to the kitchen to get something to eat. He microwaved a breakfast sandwich, and got a bottle of Gatorade out of the fridge. He returned to his computer just as the CD finished loading up, and popped the disc out, returning it to his case. He munched hungrily on the sausage, egg, and cheese biscuit sandwich as he talked to his friends over AIM. Having a total of five houses in his possession, he decide he could go without working for about four or five days. He signed off, and set his computer to stand bye. He pulled on a pair of Vans as he headed towards the door. Since Scott wouldn't be back until three, he stopped at Starbucks before going to the mall for a few hours. * * *
5:45pm that night Eric walked through the door, and gave a happy smile to Scott, who was crescendoing down his keyboard with his right hand, while sipping a bottle of water with his left. The fox hopped up and gave Eric a small hug, and said "What took you so long? After two hours of practicing I was starting to get bored." "Well it sure as hell is starting to show,' the dingo replied, referring to the impressive speed at which Scott had scaled up and down the keyboard with one hand. "I still don't believe that this is the first keyboard you've ever played." "Well, any instrument is pretty easy to learn after you know how to play a guitar," They talked about their day for a little while, before he was torn away from the conversation when the phone started ringing. Scott answered it, and said, "Hello? Oh hey. What? But it's Monday! ...Fine. But you better pay me extra. Okay, I'll be there. Bye." He clicked the phone down with a slightly annoyed expression on his face. "One of the dancers didn't show up tonight, so they want me to fill in for the 7:00 shift." He walked into his room and started pulling out his blue skirt and denim jacket. He pulled on the skirt, a white halter top, the jacket, and his black platform boots. He was about to walk back out, but then chuckled and went back in. He slipped out of the boots, and pulled a pair of white panties up his legs, under his skirt. Definitely wouldn't have been good to forget those. "How do I look?" the fox asked as he walked back into the living room. "Like a million bucks, if it were tucked inside of a skirt," Eric replied. "Wonderful," Scott said, "I'll be back around eleven or twelve, hopefully." He grabbed his car keys and headed out the door. Eric, who was now all alone, went into his room and checked to see if any of his friends were on AOL. No one was, so he walked back into the living room and plopped on the couch, contemplating what he would do the rest of the day. As his mind finally struck an idea, a wide mischievous grin crossed the dingo's muzzle. He picked his own car keys back up and headed out the door. Fifteen minutes later, Eric pulled his range rover into the parking lot of The Dark Room, two spaces away from Scott's car. He turned off the ignition, scratched the back of his neck, and hopped out. He walked into the large, wooden front doors of the club, instantly catching the smell of dozens of furs, their warm bodies combining the smells of sweat and arousal. The name of the club was honest, except for a faint red glow, most of the club seamed pitch black, except for the bar and dance floor. The dance floor was covered in beams of green and purple light, and the bar had a few white lamps above it, just barely illuminating the entire length of it. He sat down at the barstool closest the dance floor, his eyes scanning each of the three dancing platforms that were raised about four feet above the floor. He halted his gaze upon the middle platform, on which a bright orange fox wearing a blue skirt and tall black boots was dancing. His body seemed to find a new contorted pose with each beat of the low techno music. Eric's sheath swelled a little at seeing Scott dance so sensually. He slowly sipped at the malt drink that the coyote behind the bar had set down in front of him. After he had finished his drink, he padded off to the restroom. A few moments after he entered the men's room, Scott had hopped down off of his platform to get a drink of water. When he got to the bar, he was met by a large golden retriever extending a bottle of water to the panting fox. He chugged half of the right away, and then wiped his mouth on his arm. "Thanks, I was getting really worn out," Scott thanked the large dog. "You were pretty impressive up there. How would you like to show me some more moves, maybe somewhere a little more private?" he replied with a big lustful grin on his face. "Whoa, easy boy. I'm saving that for someone else," he said, as visions of Eric crossed his mind. "Well, it's your loss," the large dog grumbled as he stalked away, frowning. Scott made his way over to the bar, and took a seat next to one that had an empty glass sitting in front of it. Eric walked out of the bathroom, and smiled as he saw the tired looking vulpine occupying the seat next to his. He walked over, and Scott was startled when he felt a paw grip his shoulder. He turned around and gave a surprised smile to the tan fur next to him. "Eric, what are you doing here? I didn't know you went to clubs." He said, sounding a tad bit drowsy. "Well, I was bored after you left, so I decided to come and see you in action. Are you feeling alright? You sound kind of dazed." "Oh, I'm fin, I messt juss be tire..... " the foxed mumbled incoherently, and then collapsed against Eric's chest. 'Damn, he must really be out of it' Eric thought to himself. "Hey bartender, has he had anything to drink yet tonight?" he asked the brown coyote, who was rinsing off glasses. "Who, Scott? No, he never drinks. And even if he wanted to, we couldn't let him, he's underage." Remembering this, Eric turned back to Scott with a worried glance. He wrapped the fox's arms around his neck, and picked his legs up with his right hand, and grabbed the water bottle he had been clutching in his right hand. He carried the fox outside to get some air, and set him down on a concrete bench. "Scott? Scott! C'mon, wake up. You can't be that tired already." he brought the water bottle towards Scott's face, but stopped as he caught a whiff of the scent wafting out of it. He brought it up to his own nose to get a better smell, and instantly started to feel light headed. Everything turned a brilliant shad of pink and purple for about two seconds before his mind snapped back. He rubbed his head, wondering what could possibly be in a water bottle that would have knocked a fur out that fast. He pondered for a moment, before remembering a moment from a couple years ago, when he was at a rave with his friends. 'Oh shit' he thought to himself. He tightly screwed the cap back on the bottle, and started to carry Scott over to his SUV. The water in the bottle, he had realized, was laced with LSD. And judging from how strong the effect was, it probably made up a good six ounces of the bottles contents. He gently set the fox in the passenger seat of the Range Rover, and buckled his seatbelt. He shut the door, and ran over to the driver side. As he was opening the door, one of the waitresses from the club ran out of the building into the parking lot. "Hey, what are you doing? His shift doesn't end for three hours!" the feline yelled to him. "He drank some bad shit, I have to get him to the hospital," he said, jumping into the car and slamming the door shut. He shoved the key in the ignition and turned it, bringing the engine to life. He quickly flew out of the parking lot, speeding off to the same hospital they had met at barely over two weeks ago. * * *
3:00pm at St. Mary's hospital, the next day Scott awoke groggily, and winced as the bright lights of the room hurt his eyes. He stretched and yawned,, before looking around with an extreme sense of déjà vu. White room, comfy bed, plain walls. 'Damn, how the hell did I get back here?' he thought angrily, as no matter how hard he tried he could remember nothing. He pressed the call nurse button, and the same feline nurse he had seen after the crash walked in. "Well, I can't exactly say I'm happy to see you again. You've really haven't been having any good luck these past couple months haven't you?" the nurse asked. "No, I guess not," Scott said, sighing, " and by the way, would you mind telling me why I'm here again so soon?" he asked sincerely. "Apparently you over dosed at that club up near the real estate office. I apologize for commenting on your personal life, but you really shouldn't be messing around with LSD, it's horrible for you. Especially at such a young age," she said. The fox in the bed gave her a confused look. "But I've never done drugs, especially not at work," he said. Just then a tall female husky walked through the door. "Hello, I'm Dr. Jenson. I'm glad you didn't suffer any brain damage, and you should be to. It's not smart to mess around with narcotics, especially not at such a high dose.," the doctor said, not sounding very empathetic. "But I just said, I've never taken any drugs," Scott said, now getting slightly annoyed at all of the accusations. "All I remember from last night was that I was really tired, and I was sitting at the bar with Eric. Then I don't remember anything after that." "So you've never purposefully taken any type of drug?" Dr. Jenson asked. Scott shook his head, now growing very agitated that no one believed him. "Well then, tell me, did you accept any food or beverage from someone you didn't know?" "No, I don't drink when I'm working," he stated, "But........ now that I remember, this dog did give me a bottle of water after I got off the stage." The nurse gave him a questioning look, "I'm a dancer at The Dark Room," he explained, then blushed slightly, realizing that it wasn't exactly the first place you would tell a stranger you worked at. "Oh, didn't that dingo give us a bottle of water when he brought this one in?" the doctor asked the nurse. "Oh yeah, he did. The water was 36% LSD." the feline informed. "I see. You really shouldn't accept drinks from people you don't know, especially at a club in a place like that," the fox nodded at the husky, feeling slightly like a chastised five year old. "Well, as long as your feeling better, I guess you are free to go. You might have to identify the fur who gave you the bottle to the police though, once we inform them of the situation." she said unemotionally. "Oh, and your, um... clothes.... are right over there," she said, and the nurse managed to let out a small giggle as she saw the skirt and tall leather boots(actually, fake leather, Scott couldn't stand wearing anything that used to move at one point). He got his clothes on, and called Eric on the hospital phone. "Hello?" "Hey Eric." "Scott! You're all right! I was worried, there was some nasty shit in that bottle." "Well, besides a really bad headache, I'm feeling a lot better now. Can you come and pick me up?" "Of course I can. I'll be their in a few minutes." He hung up the phone and waited for the dingo on a bench outside. Seven minutes later, he saw Eric pull up in his Scion, and he quickly hopped into the passenger seat. He gave Eric a quick hug, and then fastened his seatbelt. "I'm really glad you're alright, I don't think any fur should be rushed to the hospital as often as you are," he said feeling relieved that Scott's system had been able to handle the large amount of LSD he had swallowed in so short a time. "I know, this is getting frustrating. It seems that with every good thing that happens to me, there is always something bad waiting to happen, and not very often vise versa," Scott said, voicing his dissatisfaction over the last two months. "Well, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" Eric asked, trying to gauge the fox's reaction to the question. "Yeah, yell at my boss for making me work last night," he said jokingly. There was actually something he really wanted Eric to do for him, but definitely did not have the courage to ask him for. The other fur noticed Scott's face turn slightly placid. He could have sworn he caught a very faint whiff of the smell of arousal as he drove to a nearby café to get some food for an early dinner. By the time they had gotten home after relaxing at the café for a while, it was already 5:00pm. Scott walked into his bedroom to change into a more casual outfit, and Eric followed him after a couple minutes. He walked in just as the fox was letting a large yellow shirt slide down his torso, hanging slightly below the band of his boxers. He turned around and smiled at Eric as he got closer. "You really have been having some bad luck lately, I can't imagine what it must be like two have so many morbid things happen in such a short amount of time," Eric said with his ears back against his head, a slightly sad expression on his face. "Aw, you don't have to worry about me so much, my life is fine. And besides, I got to move in with you," Scott responded bashfully. A warm smile came across Eric's face, and he stepped a bit closer to the small fox. He extended his right paw, and gently began scratching Scott's soft head fur. Scott closed his eyes and sighed with content as he was petted by the handsome dingo. He then pulled the fur closer to him, and wrapped his left arm around his shoulders. He moved his right paw down and began scritching Scott's chest fur underneath his shirt. After the slight initial shock, Scott finally responded by returning the warm embrace, and giving Eric's muzzle a quick lick. "I think I know how I can make you happier......" Eric said. Scott closed his eyes in glee as the dingo scratched him behind his ears and neck. He pulled Scott into a passionate kiss, closing his eyes and running his paws down the fox's sides. He pulled the yellow shirt over Scott's head, and hastily removed his own. Scott got onto his knees, and began to undo Eric's pants. He slowly pulled Eric's jeans down to his ankles, which were quickly kicked away. Now wearing just a pair of short blue boxers, Eric picked Scott back up off of the floor, and laid him down gently on the bed. He leaned over the fox and stuck his tongue into the vulpine's muzzle, passionately twisting and licking with the motion of the smaller fur's tongue. He continued running his paw across the side of Scott's face, as he pressed his groin up against his new lover. He felt his quickly growing member press up against the fox's already rock hard cock. Scott let out low moans as their crotches grinded against each other, both of their boxers now growing wet with pre. Eric moved his paws down to Scott's boxers, and hooked one finger around the front of the elastic. He stretched out the elastic, and quickly yanked the shorts down Scott's legs, and off of his body. He grinned as he stared down at the fox's six inch member. Eric felt Scott's back paws raise up and come to rest on his waist, and then skillfully pull them down his body. His pink seven and a half inch cock sprung back up as the waist band moved over it, and Scott giggled as a few drops of pre were flung onto his chest. Eric moved to the fox's right side, and worked his paw towards Scott's crotch. His silky smooth paw ran up the fox's inner thigh, and gently cupped the creamy white, soft, ballsack. A moan elicited from Scott's muzzle as Eric gently and lovingly fondled the furry orbs. He let them fall back into place, and slowly ran the back of one claw over the bottom of Scott's pink erection. Scott yipped lustfully as the claw ran over his most sensitive flesh. Eric then slowly wrapped his paw around the shaft, and gave it a small squeeze. He began pumping the cock at an agonizingly slow pace, which made Scott writhe around on the bed in pleasure. Eric watched with a huge lustful grin, and became even harder at seeing the intensity of the pleasure he was causing the fox to feel. Scott bucked his hips, and began to hump into the dingo's paw. After a few moments of this, Eric pulled Scott into another deep kiss. He wrapped his left arm around Scott's back, and pulled him to him, Scott's back up against Eric's chest. The fox had moved into a position where he was kneeling on the bed and leaning forward with his back slightly arched. He tickled Eric's snout with his bushy tail, before it was grasped by the dingo. Eric gently pulled Scott's tail up, revealing the fox's firm, round cheeks. He lightly tickled the one on the right, receiving a series of giggles from Scott. He then moved his muzzle to Scott's face, and lovingly licked at his right cheek. As he was doing this, he eased the tip of his cock up to the beautiful rump, letting it rest in the furry crevice. "Do you think you're ready?" Eric asked, as he began to lube himself with his pre. The fox nodded happily, and raised his ass higher, arching his back more, and just barely scraping the sheets with his cock. Eric slowly pressed between the furry cheeks, his head slowly penetrating the tight hole. Very slowly, knowing that this was Scott's first time, he eased himself in few inches, before pausing to let Scott get used to his thick member. Scott clenched his teeth for a few moments, until finally feeling ready. He tickled Eric's stomach with his fluffy soft tail as a sign to push deeper into his virgin tail hole. Eric's cock was engulfed in warm pleasure as he pushed slowly onward, until he finally had gotten himself all the way into his mate. Scott moaned loudly as his lover plunged himself deep inside him for the first time. His own member throbbed when the thick shaft touched his prostate, and a squirt of pre ran down his pink meat. Eric pulled himself out until about one inch of his dick remained in the fox's warm opening, and then pushed back in all the way, with a bit more force. Scott yelped as his prostate was again prodded by the long intrusion, and he stretched his arms far in front of him, grasping handfuls of the white, clean sheets. Eric slowly pulled out most of the way again, and then shoved himself back into the fox so forcefully it caused Scott's back to arch even more. He let out a long, high pitched moan, that's sound waves reverberated in the air as his tongue undulated, until it lolled out of his muzzle. His rump was pushed several inches higher; his legs flexed, and his toes spread as his body was racked by the unbelievably satisfying feeling. The dingo began a regular pace, as he humped the vulpine forcefully. Scott continued to moan as he was pounded again and again. Eric was letting out heavy pants, which were interrupted with grunts and moans every now and then. Scott was now yelping out in pleasure every time that Eric's erection pierced his hole and grinded against his prostate. He whimpered as he felt the dingo's large knot bump against his tail hole. The fox's orgasm was beginning to build, and he was now whimpering and yelping in very high incoherent tones. Eric's fur was matted with sweat as he fucked Scott fast and hard. His knot was now fully formed, and begged to be rammed into the warm inviting hole. He then performed a series of three hard humps, each one twice as intense as the last. On the third thrust he rammed his knot into Scott's ass, his balls pulled up close to himself, and he whimpered loudly as he shot his warm, thick seed into Scott's tight body. The fox also climaxed as he was stretched wide open. He gave out a half moan half shriek as his orgasm hit, his white creamy cum spurting out of the tip of his cock as he arched his back . His spooge landed into a large puddle on the white sheets, and nearly collapsed into as the feeling that had rocked his body slowly died away, but was pulled back up by Eric's strong arms. The Dingo pulled him tight up against his chest, and licked the side of his face lovingly. He nuzzled the fox, and then slowly eased them both down onto the bed, laying sideways while Eric's knot was still inside of Scott's tail hole. They cuddled in the bed for a while before the both drifted off, each with a large grin plastered on his muzzle. * * * Well, there's part two. I know part one didn't get a lot of good criticism, probably because of the lack of anything yiffy. Hopefully I gave you what you needed to read in this chapter, whatever your intentions were while reading it. Part three might be a little while, I have decided to finally get back to the Shane and Jack series for a while. If you liked this one though, don't worry, I'm not one to procrastinate when it comes to writing. P.S.- I apologize if nothing I said about LSD was actually true, I've never taken drugs myself, so I was just sort of guessing how it would affect an anthropomorphic creature. In the future, I will try and stick to subjects that I am educated about.