Short Shorts #1 - The Kleptomaniac
#1 of Short Shorts
Short Shorts is basically a series of challenge stories I intend to write, and the fact I've given this one a number indicates I will probably do some more of them, as this was strangely fun to write. The challenge is that the story mustn't exceed, nor fall short of 1000 words and has to be relevant to a specific word/object/subject.
In this case, the subject was so kindly donated by Moonblood - and it was "Beach" and "Tropical Birds".
Thank you for putting me up to this, Moonblood! Had a lot of fun writing this!
"Wake up, beach butt!" The familiar voice disturbed my snoozing.
Opening my eyes and squinting in the bright mid-day sunlight I looked across the pale white sands to my companion to see what all the commotion was about.
"I've gotta get going!" the Fox said as he hastily gathered his belongings and started jogging away.
"I'm late!!" He called back, now halfway across the beach and sprinting through crowds of holiday makers.
"See you tomorrow at Basketball practice!!!" I heard him shout over the roar of the azure-blue waves and sound of kids' laughter.
Wait, tomorrow?! But Basketball practice is on Saturdays, and if tomorrow is a Saturday then that means...
"Mom's birthday." I gasped as I picked myself up from the beachtowel. "And I haven't got her a gift yet."
After dusting the sand from my grey and white furred Husky body, I yawned, stretched and made a slight adjustment to the bright green, tight fitting swimshorts I was wearing, y'know - the kind which cup each buttcheek nicely and are way too revealing around the front.
As I left the beach, I'm sure I heard someone say "So that's where my beachtowel ended up!"
Yeah, I 'borrowed' that towel. I like to 'borrow' lots of things. I can't help myself sometimes. Call me a kleptomaniac.
My way home passes an old Antique store, full of curios and bric-a-brac. Things mom would definitely like. I should pop in and see if I can bag a 5-pawfinger-discount.
The door swung open and a bell tinkled as I walked in. My half naked body and piercing blue eyes stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the dark brown furniture, gloomy surroundings and dimly lit lampshades. I'm the only customer.
On the far side of the store sat a hella old desk, and a well-dressed Tiger, probably the owner of the store.
I could feel him eyeing me up as I sheepishly looked around.
On a mantelpiece I found a small pocket mirror, painted with two tropical birds. It was perfect. I held it in my paws and flipped it open, but the reflection revealed that Tiger looming over me from behind.
"See anything that takes your fancy, boy?" The feline said, looking me up and down.
Holding back a gulp, I replied "Just this, it'd make a great gift for my mom's birthday"
"And how do you propose to pay for such an item?" the cat said, eyes fixated on those ever so revealing shorts I was wearing.
"You don't seem to have any pockets to carry money..." His voice trailed off, resting a thumb under his chin as he studied me.
"Oh, h-how silly of me, I'll just be goi-" I said before he interrupted me. "-not so fast. How about a trade?"
I raised an eyebrow.
"You may not have any money in those shorts but-"
He placed his big paws on my shoulders and spun me around to get a look at my ass.
"-you do have something else in them that I desire."
Staring over the top of his glasses he awaited my reply. I nodded. I was desperate.
After closing the shutters and flipping the sign to closed, I was grabbed by the arm and lead to the back of the store, to that old wooden desk.
"Sit" He instructed, tapping the top of the desk. I obeyed, and sat my butt down against the old brown leather clad wooden top.
Slumping back into his chair, he unzipped his pants and revealed his sizable erection.
"Take them off. Actually, no... let me."
His massive paws once again lunged towards me, easily flipping me over onto my back and pushing my legs apart. I let him.
I felt a digit intrude into the back of my waistband, gliding down the crease of my rump as it scooped my only item of clothing off, allowing my balls and cock to hang freely in between my legs. I felt myself blushing.
His tongue met my opening in a sequence of hot, sloppy kisses until I felt it enter me. The sensation made my cock stand straight up to attention and a moan escaped my muzzle.
The Tiger licked me out for a few minutes before, still fully clothed, presenting my tiny little and now very wet, husky hole with the tip of his barbed dick.
I hope for this desks sake that he doesn't do this often. Sounded like it was about to fall apart at any moment from his rigorous fucking. I started to paw myself and half faked a pleasurable moan. I was kinda enjoying it, I just wanted to get outta there in all honesty.
Without pulling out, he dragged me ontop of him into his chair and I started bouncing up and down on his meat. His sweaty, whiskered face contorted, glasses nearly slipped off completely as he came inside me.
As he picked me up and sat me back down on the desk I felt a trickle of cum leak from my butthole.
He flopped back, panting and out of breath. I finished myself off and 'accidentally' shot my load over his shirt and waistcoat.
"Ooops" I murmured.
"Just get out." He grunted and started zipping his pants up.
Didn't say much after that. I wiped my cummy ass with an envelope I found on his desk, put my shorts back on and hightailed it. Made sure to pick up that pocket mirror on the way out though.
God, my ass ached as I jogged back home. Back in time for dinner.
"You're home early, Alex." Mom said to me as I burst through the door, presenting her with the birthday gift.
"Ohh, it's lovely! Thank you so much, sweetie. But how did you afford this?!" She asked.
"You really don't wanna know! ....I'm gonna take a shower!" I replied, running upstairs.
"You better not have been stealing again!" She called up to me.
"I haven't! I promise!" I yelled back, slamming the bathroom door.