The Surprise
Pepper busied himself with the last few details. Candles? Check. Carry-out dinner? Check. Romantic movie? Check. Chilled champagne? Check. There was only one last detail to sort before Chrys arrived.
He went to the bedroom, his tail wagging as he picked up a box about a cubic foot in size and slit the tape with his claws. Inside were boxes and bags of several different sizes and a receipt printed with a letterhead for a website called KinkyK9.
He opened the boxes and bags and spread the contents out onto the bed. There were cuffs, chains, harnesses, straps, a blindfold, a leather muzzle sized just for fennecs, and a tub of body chocolate. This promised to be the best surprise he'd ever given Chrys, and Pepper knew that by the end of the evening they'd be spent and satisfied.
He took out a set of straps and fastened them to the corners of his mattress, then lined the rope, cuffs, blindfold, and muzzle up neatly on the bed and placed the body chocolate on the nightstand. Chrys would walk in to find the bedroom already laid out for a night of intense pleasure.
There was a knock at the door and Pepper ran to answer, closing the bedroom door and nearly flinging the door open.
There was Chrys, wearing a relatively modest short-sleeve shirt and jeans. She had a gym bag nearly as big as she was slung across her shoulder.
Pepper reached out and threw his arms around her, nuzzling her gently. "You're just in time! Come on, let's get comfy," he said.
Chrys set her duffel bag down just inside the doorway and followed Pepper to the living room. "Oh, nice!" she said, her tail wagging as she made herself comfortable on the couch.
Pepper came in from the kitchen carrying their meals neatly arranged on nice plates. Chrys sniffed eagerly as the scent of marinated steak, shrimp linguini, and Caesar salad wafted deliciously from the dining room.
"Just a few small things, and it'll be ready," said Pepper as he finished setting the table. He pulled out a pack of matches, striking one to light the three candles in the center of the table. "There we are!" he said, smiling widely. "Bon appetit!"
Dinner went fast, and Pepper was glad to have a carry out place that served above-average food just a few blocks away; he'd wanted to cook, but classes ran late and he found himself out of time.
Chrys didn't seem to mind. She ate very happily, every now and then pausing to take a sip of her Champagne or to give him a sly look. She was good at that, with her narrow muzzle and catlike eyes; it was hard to tell sometimes if she was just happy or if she had some naughty surprise in mind.
Then came dessert. "I think you're going to like this," said Pepper as he went to the kitchen. He'd gone out of his way to get the best cheesecake in town from a place called Maraschino's. It wasn't cheap either; this particular cake, swirled with chocolate and topped with five different berries, had run about $28. He took it out of the ribbon-wrapped paper box and set it carefully on an ornate crystal dessert dish. Just for good measure, he set a little sprig of mint on the side.
As Pepper came back into the dining room, he could see Chrys' face light up. "Oh, Pepper!" she said, her tail wagging. "I thought you'd like this," he said, setting the cheesecake down and cutting a generous slice for his enraptured mate.
Chrys took a taste, and she got that look on her face... where had he seen her make that look? Actually, he knew... that weekend by the lake he'd seen Chrys make that face quite a few times. He frowned inwardly a little. Maybe the cheesecake wasn't such a good idea; he'd have his work cut out for him in the bedroom if he got shown up by dessert.
Undaunted, Pepper tried a bit of the cheesecake himself and his eyes went wide. It wasn't as good as sex, but it was about as close as you could get with your clothes on.
"It's very good," said Chrys, as if it actually needed to be said.
"It is," said Pepper in agreement, demolishing his portion in a few swift mouthfuls.
Chrys giggled. "I think we should save a bit for later, though."
Pepper nodded. "I'll get the plates," he said as Chrys finished her slice. He got up and began gathering up the plates and silverware. "So, I got a movie you might like," he continued.
"Oh? Which one?" said Chrys.
"The one about the firefighter who falls in love with a fashion writer," Pepper said as he snuffed the candles and took the dessert tray with the half-eaten cheesecake to the refrigerator, carefully wrapping it in cellophane before setting it on the center shelf.
"Oh, you mean 'Two Thousand Degrees?' Pepper, you remembered!" said Chrys. She'd been on about this movie for months; it wasn't really his sort of movie but it couldn't be too bad with her in his lap, could it?
"I didn't think it'd come, Netflix didn't get another copy in until the last minute," he said. "Well, go on, make yourself comfortable. There's a dish of candies on the coffee table," he said as he pushed the chairs in and put on the DVD.
Once the DVD player started, Pepper turned out the lights and sat next to Chrys, putting his arm around her. She let out a soft murr and leaned into his chest, one eye on the TV as the previews began to play.
They sat that way for a good while, neither moving. The movie wasn't as bad as Pepper had thought, and Chrys seemed to be enjoying it.
Then about halfway through the movie, he felt Chrys begin to rub the insides of his thighs. He returned the favor, tracing his fingers gently up and down the inner seams of her shorts, his pants starting to tent slightly already from her delicate attentions.
Suddenly, without warning, Chrys went for his zipper, pulled the fly of his boxers open, and began nuzzling and licking his swollen sheath.
A satisfying, rhythmic thump could be heard behind them, and Pepper realized to his embarrassment that he was wagging his tail as the fennec's warm tongue and muzzle began to engulf his member. He ran his fingers through her headfur and caressed her ears as she began to slowly suckle his length.
Chrys shifted position slightly, and Pepper began to cup her breasts as she gave his cock long, lascivious licks. She wasn't wearing a bra... she probably hadn't even meant to keep her clothes on this long.
As if to answer that question, Chrys pulled off her shorts and sat down in Pepper's lap, draping her arms around his waist and letting her warm sex settle atop his throbbing member.
"You don't have to tell me twice," said Pepper. Without even bothering to stop the movie, he picked her up, supporting her rump as she gripped him by the hips and neck, and carried her to the bedroom.
That was when Chrys saw the gear laying on the bed. "Oh Pepper!" she said with a wag.
"You like?" he said, picking up a set of heavy leather cuffs and tightening them around her wrists.
"I didn't think you'd... Well..." she started.
Pepper smirked. "Enough talk, time for action," he said as he slipped the muzzle over her head, cinching it securely in place. He then led her over to the bed and began tying her wrist cuffs to the straps at the corners of the bed.
"Just a few more things," said Pepper as he cuffed her ankles in place and slipped the blindfold over her eyes. "There!"
He admired his handiwork. Chrys lay spread-eagled on the bed, breathing fast with excitement. Her small fennec frame looked tiny on the large bed.
Pepper ran a finger teasingly along the underside of her footpaw, along the paw pad. Chrys tried to pull it away, but it was no use. "You know, there might be tickle monsters around," he said.
Chrys shook her head, the only signal she could make in her state as she let out a muffled sound of disapproval. "No? Aww, OK. I think you're going to like this, though."
With that, he grabbed the tub of body chocolate from the nightstand and opened it. He took a generous pawful and began rubbing it on Chrys, starting with her breasts, then working a trail teasingly down her chest and belly until finally leaving a nice big smear of it inside her labia.
"Looks like I got you all nasty and sticky," said Pepper. "Only one thing to do now..."
He leaned down and began slowly licking the chocolate from her breasts. Every now and then, her breathing would quicken or she'd let out a muffled sound of excitement as his tongue or nose brushed her now-hard nipples.
The chocolate had gotten down into her fur, and he wasn't about to let a single drop of it go to waste. Pepper lapped away with his warm, soft tongue, then groomed the fur with his front teeth before repeating the cycle. Before long, a new, distinct scent could be smelled above the chocolate: the scent of a vixen in heat.
There was little doubt at this point that Chrys was enjoying herself. The way she arched her back, the way small, muffled, pleasured moans escaped her, the thick scent she put out, they all drove Pepper on. He worked his tongue ever lower, taking his time, making Chrys want him that much more.
When Pepper's tongue at last hit her chocolate-smeared labia, it sent her off instantaneously. Pepper's tongue met an exotic mix of chocolate and fem cum as her sex spasmed and sent a burst of female juices. Pepper didn't stop; he continued until she was licked clean.
With the last of the chocolate gone, Chrys seemed to be on fire with her afterglow. Pepper stroked himself a while as he sat there looking at her, touching her, taking in her scent. But he wasn't there just to look... and he wasn't there to let Chrys come down too far off her plateau, either.
With a wag, he pressed the tip of his member against her warm, wet sex and pushed forward, meeting little resistance. Chrys let out another muffled moan, throwing her head back.
Pepper began to thrust eagerly into her. The fennec vixen's earlier climax hadn't diminished her in the least, and she obliged him. Her inner walls began to constrict deliciously around his member, and he pushed on, thrusting faster and harder.
Chrys felt as if she'd tear the bed in two as her pleasured body went taut as a bowstring. Pepper's thrusts came deep, fast, and steady, and it was more than she could take. With a muffled howl she climaxed again, loosening just enough for Pepper's knot to find its mark and seize inside her.
Pepper howled in return, the tension around the base of his knot finally driving him to a mind-shattering orgasm. His member pulsed wildly as his coyote seed flooded into her, his breath hot on her neck.
At last, both of them had finished what seemed to be an eternity of sustained climax. They lay there, Chrysanthemum bound to the bed and Pepper hilted inside her.
Pepper pulled the blindfold off his mate's eyes. "That was amazing," he said as he loosened the tight leather muzzle and pulled it away from her maw.
"I don't... I don't... I don't think I've... Oh, fuck that was amazing!" Chrys said in a hushed whisper, still panting under him.
Pepper loosened the cuffs from Chrys' wrists. She rubbed them gingerly, deep impressions made where she had strained at her bonds in the throes of her bliss.
"I'll get your ankles when we... you know..." said Pepper, giving his knot a tug to show Chrys that he wasn't going anywhere.
"That's fine, hon," said Chrys sleepily. She put her arms around him, and the two drifted off.
About an hour later, Pepper woke to find he had finally slid out of Chrys. He turned and quickly uncuffed his still-sleeping mate's footpaws.
Chrys turned sleepily onto her side, her bushy tail swishing lazily. Pepper smiled. Chrys was always cute, but when she was asleep she was absolutely adorable.
I think she's spent, thought Pepper, and he turned off the light and lay down behind her, draping an arm around her narrow waist. "Night love," he whispered softly.
The next morning, Pepper felt something odd. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't something he felt all the time, and it took his sleepy mind a moment to register what exactly it was.
He opened his eyes and saw Chrys there, between his legs, his cock deep in her muzzle.
Pepper moaned lazily.
"Wakey wakey!" said Chrys with a grin. With that, she suddenly sat up and straddled his hips, lowering herself onto his cock and bouncing as fast as she could.
Pepper's lethargic moans softened into pleasured huffs as Chrys rode up and down along his shaft. He reached out and grabbed her hips, thrusting up against her downward motions and beginning to pant.
It didn't take long for the two to tie. Pepper pulled Chrys down onto his knot and yelped as she clenched around it, that same white-hot blaze of intense pleasure coursing through both of them before the feeling gradually began to subside into a warm, hazy afterglow.
"So... What would you like for breakfast?" asked Pepper.
"Breakfast? It's 11:35, sleepyhead. Time to start thinking about lunch," said Chrys.
Pepper turned to look at his alarm clock. "Oh, I see," he said, yawning. "We can go out somewhere for lunch in a bit."
"I don't know," said Chrys, leaning forward and running her claws through his chest fur. "I think I'd rather eat in."
Pepper grinned, his tail thumping the mattress under him. "Works for me," he said.
It was another half hour before Pepper could pull out of Chrys, and they decided to shower separately- otherwise, they'd never get anything done during the day. By the time both were showered and dressed it was nearly 2:00.
Lunch was nothing fancy; the two decided to help themselves to whatever was in the fridge. For dinner, they walked to a Chinese buffet a few blocks away.
The relaxed pace of the day seemed appropriate; neither of them wanted to be too spent to do anything in bed later that night.
It began much the same way. They began sitting on the couch, cuddling and watching a movie. This time it was Pepper's choice, a comedy about a clueless jock wolf with horrible manners called "That Boy Ricky."
This time, they weren't even halfway into the movie when Chrys began making her move, opening his pants and stroking his sheath while nuzzling his cheek fur.
They looked each other in the eye, and each seemed to say, in words unspoken, that the time was right. Pepper hastily turned off the TV, and they flitted to the bedroom, tails held high.
Chrys closed the door behind her, then picked up her duffel bag. "This time, I get to choose the game," she said with a mischievous glimmer in her eye and a smirk on her narrow muzzle. "Now, get undressed, what are you waiting for?
Pepper didn't hesitate. He stripped off his clothes. "So what do you have in mind?" he said, his tail wagging.
"You'll see," she said as she pulled out four cuffs, a spreader bar, and a ball gag.
Pepper caught sight of something else in the bag but couldn't make it out. Before he could ask, Chrys was already pulling his arms behind them and cuffing them in place.
"I like where this is going already," said Pepper with a grin as Chrys pushed him onto the bed and cuffed his ankles, then clipped the spreader bar into place to keep his legs apart.
"I hope so, hon," she said with a sly wink as she slipped the ball gag over his head, pulling the elastic straps taut and letting the ball settle inside Pepper's muzzle. "There we are. Now, roll over!"
Pepper suddenly looked nervous. What was she planning?
"Now!" she shouted.
He obeyed, rolling forward so that he was laying near the edge of the bed. Chrys pushed him forward slightly, then helped him position his knees so that he was further up on the bed, his knees tucked under him and his rump in the air.
"Good boy," she said, reaching under him and stroking his sheath. Pepper let out a muffled moan of pleasure as her delicate hand teased his member out into the open, and he began to feel more relaxed. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.
"Now, you stay put," she said, giving his rump a none-too-gentle smack that made him grunt. He could hear her behind him, slipping something on, and he turned and looked.
There was Chrys, putting on a strap-on! This was something new... Pepper wasn't sure he'd like it. Still, it wasn't like there was much he could do. Maybe he could use the safety signal- three short grunts- but it wasn't that simple. Chrys wanted her turn to do something kinky, and he didn't want to disappoint her.
The things we do for love, Pepper thought as he felt Chrys rub something slick under his tail.
"I think you're actually going to like this," said Chrys. "But you have to relax first, or you're in for a rough time!"
She slid a lubricated finger into his tight ring, making him gasp. The feeling of having something inside him felt so strange, so forbidden, and it made his head swim. It wasn't so much painful as strangely uncomfortable; it helped that Chrys had small fingers.
Pepper tried his best to relax, letting himself get used to the feeling of Chrys' slender finger inside him. "Good... now let's try this," she said, sliding a second finger into him.
Pepper moaned. This was intense, for sure, and more than a little uncomfortable. I hope you enjoy this, Chrys, I'd only do this for you, he thought as she began to work two fingers in and out of him.
And yet, he couldn't deny that it wasn't so much the sensation as the idea that he found so uncomfortable. Things were supposed to come out back there, not go in. It was like driving the wrong way down a one-way street, it felt wrong because that wasn't how it worked, normally.
"See? It's not so bad," said Chrys, pulling her fingers out of him and stroking his cock. "Now, just relax."
With that, she placed her hands on his hips, and Pepper's eyes went wide. He heard the faint sound of a small plastic knob being turned, followed by the sound of a vibrator. Then he felt something round and slick press under his tail and whimpered, biting down on the ball gag as Chrys began to fuck him.
"I'm going to enjoy this too, by the way," said Chrys. "This strappy has a vibrator on a pressure switch. Who knows, I might even get a little carried away." With that, she pushed the head of the vibrator into him.
Pepper whimpered loudly. He had not been expecting it to be this uncomfortable. One or two fingers couldn't have prepared him for this thing; it was probably average size- about five or six inches- but she may as well have been fucking him with a horse cock. For what seemed like an eternity she worked it into him, inch by inch, murring softly as the pressure switch gave her clitoris a welcoming buzz.
"Mmmm... All the way in. Hang on, this is going to get rough," she said. With that, she pulled her hips back, withdrawing the dildo about halfway from him, only to ram it back in, all the way to the hilt. She pulled back once more, then repeated, each time getting faster and faster.
Pepper couldn't remember when in his life he had felt more helpless... or more aroused from feeling helpless. Here he was, on the receiving end of a brutal pegging, a vibrator thumping against his prostate, his sphincter on fire from being stretched wide, and he was actually starting to enjoy this.
Chrys, meanwhile, was already close to her first climax. The vibrator against her clitoris lit up her senses like the Fourth of July, and her thrusting increased in speed and urgency as the intense pleasure built between her legs.
All at once, Pepper felt her hilt into him and howl. She'd hit her first climax, and a powerful one too, from the sound of it. He moaned and squirmed as she held the dildo in place.
That was when Chrys leaned forward. "Let's not be so hasty. I'm not done with you," she whispered lasciviously.
Suddenly he felt the now-familiar sensation of the dildo being partly withdrawn, followed by a hard, deep thrust followed by many others like it.
If Pepper's head was swimming before, it was completely inundated now. The feeling of the restraints, the feeling of Chrys thrusting into him, the scent, the sense of helplessness, it all added up to something incalculable and indescribable, something that built deep within him and shot out to the far corners of his body like a white-hot bolt.
With a muffled howl through the hole in the ball gag, Pepper came. His cock, untouched and without any help, began to jump and twitch, and his balls drew in as they were milked dry. A thick jet of cum blasted from the tip of his cock, and a large puddle of seed began to pool on the bed beneath him.
Chrys, meanwhile, had managed a second and third orgasm from her attentions. The insides of her thighs had become soaked by the time she finally withdrew the dildo from Pepper and lay down behind him, panting and moaning.
Pepper wasn't sure what to think. He was sore and his ass felt a little weird, and he couldn't stop trembling from the explosive release. He started to ask Chrys to release him from the cuffs; only when he tried to speak and bit down on soft plastic did he remember the ball gag in his muzzle. He grunted and tossed his head, trying to get it off.
Chrys got up quickly. "Oh! Jeez, I'm sorry, hon!" she said, quickly removing the ball gag and uncuffing Pepper.
He sat up, covered in sweat and jizz, rubbing his wrists and ankles.
"How was it?" said Chrys, wagging her tail.
"Fucking intense," said Pepper, fidgeting a bit as he felt the lube still under his tail. "Also... I think we should shower before bed."
"Um, yeah," said Chrys, looking down between her drenched legs and pulling off the strap-on.
"Together?" asked Pepper.
"Well, OK, but I'm pretty tired," she said.
"Yeah, me too," said Pepper.
The two walked to the shower, eager to clean up after such a messy session. Pepper ran the water and got it to just the right temperature, then the two stepped in, grabbing the shampoo and lathering each other up, head to toe.
They each took turns standing under the shower head and rinsing, Chrys going first, then Pepper taking his turn. As Pepper washed the last of the shampoo from his fur, Chrys suddenly put her arm around his waist, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed him.
He grinned, wagging his wet tail, and returned the kiss, lifting her off her feet. Chrys responded by throwing her legs around his waist. Before he knew what he was doing, Pepper had her against the wall of the shower, pushing into the welcoming folds of her sex as the shower jets throbbed gently down his back.
They mated this way for what seemed like hours, Pepper licking and kissing his mate as he slowly thrusted in and out of her, Chrys moaning softly as he took his time, making her feel every inch of him.
At last, his knot seized inside her and he climaxed, this time coming to a gentle, sustained peak that faded into mellow tingles of bliss.
Chrys let out a soft sigh of satisfaction... then opened her eyes. "We're going to have a hard time drying off like this, you know," she said.
About an hour later, their bodies at last free of each other and their fur dried, Pepper and Chrys turned in for the night. Pepper had made it a point to put the spare bedsheets on the bed, not wanting either of them to sleep on those sheets after such wild lovemaking.
They lay down together, Pepper snuggling behind Chrys comfortably, planting a kiss on the back of one of her large ears. "Night, hon," he said warmly, then turned off the light.
He held her close and the two fell fast asleep, exhausted but thoroughly satisfied.
I hope she does this again, Pepper thought as sleep overwhelmed him, his tail slapping the bed lazily at the thought.