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Frostpaw had worked at the inn for many years, waiting tables and quietly enjoying the company that the guests brought. Tonight was a slow night; it always was when it rained. People sought shelter in their homes and didn't bother to make the journey to the inn in the downpour just to socialize. Quietly, he sat in one of the chairs, drawing faces in his mind with the grains and knots of wood that comprised the table. A footstep, The Fennec's ears perked and faced the sound. Another and another footstep sounded, heavy and deliberate. He stood and waited for the knock; the rain was getting heavier. With a booming echo a fist struck the door and a voice reached into the inn.

"Please, is there room at this inn?"

He hesitated. It wasn't a voice he knew so it wasn't a local. Apprehension filled him for a moment then dispersed; slowly at first but with quickening pace he walked towards the door. Surprise and alarm filled the fox as he gazed upon what stood at the other side of the door. A 'taur, a Siberian tiger-taur to be exactly, stood drenched from the downpour in the dim light of evening hours.

Panting, it introduced itself, "I am Carlevin, a messenger from my lands, I wish to stay the night." His words held the air of training about them even in his disheveled state. Frostpaw looked desperately towards the staircase where the innkeeper was just now descending, having had called it a night early.

"Don't stand there like a fool then, come on in," the aged ursurine said, waving the soaked creature inside. The tiger did as he was asked gratefully, the water dripping off his long fur. "Frost, attend to our guest, I'm going back to bed," he called over his shoulder, hobbling back up the stairway.

Frostpaw looked back to the feline; his kind weren't liked in these parts. It was nothing against felines, rather 'taurs, a recent war between the bipeds and the 'taurs, leaving ill sentiment on both sides. Frost had no sentiment of this sort and apparently neither did the innkeeper. Gold was gold and the 'taur, Carlevin, produced several coins of it from the pouch slung about his shoulder, enough to pay for the night and some food.

Accepting the money, the fennec showed his unexpected guest over to the fire where he could warm himself, unsure of what to offer the creature. The fire seemed to be enough for the moment, a smile finding it's way onto Carlevin's lips. He looked at Frost, the smile oddly disarming, "relax, we stopped fighting, there's not need to be so tense around me."

Unbeknownst to him the reason for Frostpaw's tenseness had changed. Now the reason for the nervousness was that sitting down in front of him was a rather impressive creature. The upper body, lightly muscled, was covered in fine silky fur that clung to his body, even more so due to its wet condition. His lower body was more muscular, no doubt in part due to his position as a messenger. Carlevin still though Frostpaw as trying not to stare because he looked strange to him; in truth he was trying not to stare because all in all the 'taur was very attractive.

Frostpaw's attempts to keep from looking were suddenly shattered as Carlevin rolled onto his side, back towards the fire to dry it as well. The belly of the creature exposed to him, Frost couldn't keep his eyes from wandering onto something between its hind legs, staring and blushing rather brightly.

"Hmm?" Carlevin looked at Frost in response to a somewhat noisy swallow, slowly following his eyes. With a start he quickly rolled himself back onto all fours, realizing what Frost was looking at. "I.." his first attempt at speaking failed, face alight with a blush. "Forgive me, I should have been more thoughtful."

Frostpaw's twitched slightly; his muzzle slightly a jar for a moment, silently standing before a word jerked him back into movement. "Sir?" Quickly Frostpaw blushed a deep red right into his ears and cheeks turning his head his ears dropping back. Something caught Carlevin's eye just then, a bulge in the fennec's pants starting to form, and it clicked. Standing slowly, speaking almost in a whisper "Frost?"

"Sorry, Sorry, please forgive me for looking, don't tell the owner, I will be out on the street, I am sorry, please forgive me" Nearly whimpering, frost begged, staring down at the floor. Carlevin's eyes widened in realization and then quickly returned to their previous state. A small smirk crossing his muzzle and he spoke calmly but with authority, "Its like that huh, did not expect to run across a tail raiser in a place like this."

Frostpaw whimpered softly, the phrase 'tail raiser' striking a chord, his words sounding even more desperate now. "Please, please don't say anything; I will get you any drink in the house, no cost. I swear, what ever you want its yours."

The smirk slowly grew as he spoke "Really now? But I am not all that thirsty."

Frost quickly blurting out "Anything you want its yours just please don't tell anyone."

Carlevin advanced another step towards the fennec. "I'm not so sure I should keep this a secret

"No!" Frostpaw whimpered, "you mustn't tell anyone, please, anything."

The 'taur reached around the fennec and did something that set Frost into total confusion. He squeezed the vulpine's rear, rather playfully at that, the smirk growing even wider. "You did say anything."

The fennec stumbled over his words, his cheeks turning a shade of pink. He was confused, aroused, and completely unsure of what the 'taur meant, though a good idea was forming in his head. "I... but.. how... you're..."

"I'm what?" Carlevin questioned, a quiet, rumbling purr starting in his chest.

The words churned around in Frostpaw's head. A male? He was fully aware of that. Big? That made it all the more fun. A complete stranger? No matter what thought crossed his mind it only aroused him more, the scent of it filling the air and reaching Carlevin's nose. The bulge quickly became a tent in the fennec's pants. Ears twitching but no longer folded back, he finally found the courage to speak; though as he did his cheeks lit brighter with the blush. "B...b...but, I've never.."

Carlevin grinned toothily, cutting Frost off, "taken it up the rump?" He laughed soft, "Oh I know that's no true, I bet you beg all the big strong males that come into town to take turns with you." Frost's face positively glowed with blush to the point that it turned his white fur pinkish, he whimpered again, unable to retort. "Now, take me to my room. I do believe I will find the activities there quite to my liking." Frostpaw turned and timidly began to approach the stairs. A hard swat lay across his rump, causing him to cover his mouth to stop a yipe from escaping him, but only being half successful. "Come now, don't keep me waiting. Be quick about it," he teased as Frost shot up the stairs, opening the first door he came and holding it for the 'taur. Carlevin smirked again; taking his time. He slowed his pace a little more, not noticeably though, as he walked past Frost, wafting his tail firmly against the tent in the fennec's pants. He stood by the bed, turning and commanding the fennec, "Come in, close the door, lock it, and come here"

Frostpaw whimpered softly and nodded, "Yes, s-sir." He did as he was told, leaving the heavy key in the lock so that someone else couldn't unlock it from outside. Turning, he swallowed hard and approached Carlevin.

"Now... strip"

Frostpaw turned pale and blushed at the same time. His hands shook as they pulled his tunic over his head. He went to untie his pants and they began to shake more, making him fumble with the knot a few moments before finally getting it. His pants fell, revealing his arousal for all to see.

But Carlevin was the only one there to see. He approached the fennec, rubbing his rump with a paw. "Do you have any oils?"

Frost almost shook his head before remembering the bath oils. He nodded.

"Good, retrieve them." The 'taur gave his rump a hard squeeze adding, "Quickly"

Frost scrambled for the door, unlocking it quickly and almost tripping over his own feet. The thought hit him of what would happen if the innkeeper saw him like this and he slowed his pace to one that would be less noisy. Still he returned in a matter of seconds, shutting the door and locking it with the key in once again. He approached the 'taur again, offering the oil.

"Don't look at me, you'll have a better time of applying it than I," he spoke with a mixture of amusement and joking pointedness, watching the fennec's face turn red as he realized what he was to do.

Frost kneeled next to him, looking at his sheath with permission for the first time. His eyes trailed over it and he blushed, stuttering some. "B...but you're not..."

He was cut off again, "then you know what to do about that don't you?"

He looked up at the taunting smirk and then back to the sheath that made a million different emotions and sensations swim inside his head and bit his lip. He poured some of the oil onto his paw and reached out, and rubbed the tip, the only part sticking from the sheath. The 'taur sucked breath between his teeth and grinned, closing his eyes. A few more inches displayed themselves to the fennec and were covered in oil by his paw. More inches emerged and more until Frost gazed, blushingly, on Carlevin's oiled and erect member. He put down the oil and reached out with his other paw. Inside his chest the vulpine heart began to beat faster, stroking and caressing the shaft as his arousal turned to lust.

Carlevin padded back and forth a little, finally growling a command, "Stop." The word came out harsher than he had intended and the fennec shrank visibly, ears pinned back. He looked down at the fennec and smirked again. "Bend over the bed."

He looked up at Carlevin and swallowed hard, wondering silently if he could make it to the door still. He toyed with the thought then dismissed it as he stood in front of the bed and bent down, his rear raised. He raised his tail to, reaching up and grabbing one of the feather stuffed pillows and squeezing it tight. A quiet whimper escaped the fennec as he heard Carlevin moving behind him, he wasn't sure what would happen and a part of him was afraid the 'taur's length would split him in half. His train of thought was cut short as one of Carlevin's digits, covered in oil, slided into Frost's tailhole. He bit the pillow and moaned into it, blushing once again.

A grin crossed the 'taur's face. The fennec wasn't lying about never having been taken and was incredibly tight. He was tighter than anything Carlevin had felt before, but then again he'd never felt the tailhole of a biped. A second finger joined the first, pumping slowly in and out of the pucker. Frostpaw whimpered, gripping the pillow tight, his rump feeling like it was on fire. He sighed, partially from relief, partially from enjoyment, as the two fingers left his rear.

Frost whimpered as Carlevin placed his forpaws heavily on the bed, taking a few small steps forwards till his member pressed against the vulpine's rump. Again Frost whimpered, louder this time as he felt the tip sliding up between his cheeks till it finally pressed against his oiled entrance. Pain shot through him and he cried out into the pillow, biting down on part of it to stifle the sensations. The 'taur had slid half of his ample twelve inches into Frostpaw's tailhole with a single jerk of his hips, leaving the fennec writhing, impaled on his member.

With a grunt and some effort, Carlevin began to push himself the rest of the way into the fennec's spasming hole, deflowering him inch by inch. Tears trailed down the cheeks of the receiving Frostpaw; he gasped for air, wide eyed, as it pressed against his prostate. He wondered how anything that hurt so much could feel good; but, as the growing splotch of pre on the bed would attest to, it did, it felt incredible.

Carlevin sank some, his chest resting against the fennec's back. Inch by inch the 'taur's member found its way into its host's depths, parting them wide until. Frost felt the ample sac bounce against his rump. He opened his muzzle as though to whimper or say something, but no sound came out. He closed it again, burying his face back in the pillow and letting himself relax around the invading length of 'taur.

"Just relax," Carlevin whispered soothingly, "you'll get used to it soon enough." He began to purr softly, the gentle vibrations helping Frost do so. The fennec nodded, letting his insides form around what he was impaled on. The burning began to fade, not completely by any means but enough to feel other things, like how full he felt and how hard he was. The 'taur's hips twitched of their own accord but he stayed them, "Squeeze my paw when you are ready."

Frostpaw whimpered once again, knowing full well that the mateing would not be gentle and now being made to decide exactly when his until recently virgin entrance would be pummeled by the taur's member. He reached out for the paw then paused, unsure of what to do. Slowly, Carlevin moved his hips back and forth, causing his length to move around inside Frost's rear without sliding in or out; quickly this elicited a gasp from the fennec who blushed, burying his face in the pillow in shame.

"Come on little Frost, don't you want it?" Carlevin taunted, don't you want to feel me driving into you, taking you, filling you? Don't you want to feel that?" A shiver coursed through Frost's body and he poked his muzzle out of the pillow.

"Yes, p...please."

"Then grab my paw," came the response, alluring and taunting in the same breath.

Frost's paw moved slowly towards the 'taurs at first, darting out the second half of the way and squeezing it. In almost the same tone as first filled his when he was caught looking he begged, "Please."

Carlevin slid his hips back, removing half his length from the velvety entrapment of Frost's rear. He paused, for the last time. Every muscle in his hips tensed and drove his shaft back into the fennec forcefully. Frostpaw cried out, the member withdrew and slammed in again. Frostpaw bit down on the pillow, crying out into it, and it slammed in again, again, again, each time just as hard as the last, each time without any pause between them for him to recover. The cries turned to grunts as the pain subsided, then to moans as the pleasure began to flow through him. He ground his hips against the bed, knot fully formed and desperate for any sensation on his own cock.

The thrusts continued, one knocking the pillow from the fennec's hands but not the wind from his lungs as another loud moan echoed through the room. Quickly Carlevin leaned forwards and covered the noisome creature's face with the pillow once again, hoping that none were disturbed by the noise. The angle of his thrusts change subtly, down more the pressure on Frost's prostate becoming neigh unbearable as moan and cries for more can be heard through the pillow.

Quickly it all becomes too much for the inexperienced fennec, the sensations coming from his prostate and tailhole reaching a peak. With a wild moan his member spews its contents over the bed, sticky foxcum soaking the sheets as it's milked from him. The throes of climax send his entrance into a seemingly random series of contractions around the 'taur's length, with a moan of his own, muffled by clenched teeth, he slams in to the hilt one final time. A feeling like no other washed over frost as Carlevin's member unleashed a torrent of seed deep into him.

Neither one had much time to lay in the half-dazed state of afterglow for long. No sooner had they finished then the creaking of floorboards reached their ears from the hallway. Frostpaw looked around in panic, trying to wiggle from under the 'taur. "No no, he mustn't find me out."

There wasn't a knock so much as a heavy hammering at the door, the innkeeper was yelling and making quite a racket. "Unlock this door immediately!"

Carlevin dismounted and Frostpaw nearly collapsed from the sudden emptiness left by his member. He blushed, momentarily forgetting his predicament and just wanting it back in him. "Shhh, get behind the bed," the tigertaur whispered to him, waving him over and ruffling the covers over the cum stain. As soon as Frost was out of sight he went for the door, unlocking it only to have it slammed wide. "I'm sorry sir, you see..." this time he was the one cut short.

"I don't have to see, I can smell. I know good and well what you are and what you've been doing in here. Frost, I know you're in here too, I could smell that foxspunk from miles away." He growled like well... a bear. I'm getting the town guard, creatures like you are, are... unholy, I'll not have you corrupting my inn any longer." He stormed out down the stairs. The door of the inn slammed heavily behind him a few moments later.

Frostpaw was in a state of despair and shock; his entire life had just been shattered. The inn, his home, his whole world, now was his enemy. He glanced around the room desperately for a way out, first spying the window. Then he saw his other escape route, with outstretched paw, the Siberian tigertaur, Carlevin. "We'd better leave quickly, gather what you need," he said, slipping the bottle of oil into his pouch. Frostpaw clothed himself quickly, dashing down to his room and gathering a few more sets of clothes before the sound of voices cut his search short.

The 'taur was gone from the room when he looked, his eyes glancing around in panic for a moment till a voice echoed from the main room of the inn, "Come on, hurry." He ran quickly taking the taur's hand this time and being swung onto it's back. If you've ever seen a tiger run full tilt it is rather impressive. If you've ever seen a feline 'taur run full tilt you'll wonder if your eyes have been ensorcelled. Carlevin tore into the night, the wind whipping around his chest and body, shielding most of Frost from the rain and chilling wind save his arms which clutched the 'taur's upper body tightly to stay on. He drove on into the night until the sounds of voices disappeared behind him and the forest grew thick enough that shelter could be found.

Nearly collapsing from exhaustion he squeezed uncomfortably into the rotted out husk of a tree, knowing it would keep him from the rain. From his back he took, with some effort because the fennec's hands were still clasped around him, the unconscious Frost. The night went on, the storm raged on, and there he slept, silently hoping that he could travel faster than rumor and deliver his message before every inn in the land became inhospitable.