All good things come in threes: one, The wolf and the Fox
This is a spin-off of my regular work. DJ Tiger belongs only to himself though.
It was the night before Christmas, and we were sitting in a bar, celebrating our latest victory. R ules were simple: If anyone gets lucky, he's on his own. This night was also the start of a week off, so none of us had to report in in the morning. Our little group consisted of me, Chaos, a Deamon phoenix, a former student, Mordokai, of my species, and two students, Fang, a demon wolf, and Lethan, the half dragon. Mordokai and I are in our human form, Lethan is in a human form, with a dragon's tail happily swishing behind him, and Fang is in an Anthro-wolf form.
"Don't you just love the Christmas season? All those tiny little lights..." Lethan asked.
"I would have." I replied, "If they didn't play the same ten songs continuously for an entire month."
"Truly, someone should have annihilated the world those come from centuries ago." Mordokai grumbled.
"Bite your tongue," Fang snapped, "Some of the best musicians of the universe come from that world."
"Like that DJ who's poster you have hanging over your bed to jack off to?" I inquired, knowing the outcome.
"I... I..."
"See, he can't deny it, though he obviously wants to, so as he can't lie, it has to be true."
Then the bartender came up with our common orders, strong werebrew from a good year for me and Mordokai, a beer for Fang, and a glass of wine for Lethan. I could hardly believe someone from Fang's age could still get drunk from that, indicating he drank less then he made it seem. Then a martini was placed before Fang. "I didn't order that. I never order that." Fang protests.
"No," The bartender said, "The fox in the rear boot did, sir."
"Guess this is where we part, gentlemen." Fang spoke up, "I have a fox to find." Then I tuned him out, as I was not interested in his forty-fifth escapade this month. Fang had by then dated everything on two legs en then some.
Meanwhile Fang slowly walked up to the rear booth, but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw who was in there. In the booth sat only one person. A fox. The fox he'd been dreaming off. DJ Tiger. Compose yourself. If he's into men, he is so for a reason. It won't help if you act like one of those fangirls. Be cool, Be your regular hunter self. You're gonna be fine, he bought you a drink, means he at least likes your looks. Be cool, be cool. "hi." Great, you've wanted him for years, and the best you can come up with is 'hi.' "You're DJ Tiger, right?"
"Yes..."
"and the guy who bought me a drink right?"
"Yes again, big guy. Mind telling me your name?"
"Fang. Fang Shadowguard. I'm a great fan of your work."
"Nice outfit, Fang. Military, I assume?"
"Elite forces. Chaos' private army. Bartender."
"Yes sir."
"This fox drinks the rest of the night on my tab."
"As you wish sir." then the bartender quickly made himself scarce again.
"Three tails, Tiger? That's a rarity. I've never it seen with any other fox, and I've seen a few."
"Got that from my mother, I believe."
"I don't remember my mother. She was killed when I was only weeks old. I've had my sweet revenge though. Now, I'm an orphan."
"I cut my twin brother in half with a sword before I found out I even had one."
"How come someone as cute as you can handle a sword?"
"Inherited skill."
"Maybe we could do a spar some time. I can teach you a few tricks."
"I'd like that some day, but for now, I'm too tired. Maybe I'll check into a hotel nearby."
"I've got the key's of a family apartment nearby. Nobody's gonna be there for the next week, as it's set up as a safe house. Care to join me there for tonight?"
"I would love to. That way I can see what you have below that armor." Then Fang reached over the table to help Tiger up to a standing position before he warped them to the safe house.
"I didn't expect that." Tiger commented when he realized he was standing in a bedroom instead of the bar. Fang quickly took two steps back. He looked Tiger up and down, and the lower his eyes got, the more clothing vanished, reappearing on a chair in the corner.
"You look even better under those clothes then I expected." Fang commented, "Wanna see what I look like under this? Then why don't you do something about the clothing?"
"Alright then," Tiger replied, "I will." then he slowly moved around Fang, and moved his hands over the armor, reaching between the creases to undo any straps he could reach. Then he pulled the chest piece over Fang's head, revealing a toned chest, with a large horizontal scar over both his abs. He quickly reached down to the belt, and dropped it agonizingly slowly making sure to rub every sensitive spot other then the sheath on the way down. Then he quickly unstrapped the boots, and pushed Fang, intending to throw him on the bed, but somehow Fang managed to grab him and flip their positions before landing on the bed, with his elbows on either side of Tiger's head.
"Ever dated a wizard before?" Fang asked.
"No, you're the first." Tiger answered, "But I must say I love it."
"Good, then I..." Fang responded, but was quickly silenced by Tiger kissing him full on the mouth, and immediately deepening it, fighting Fang for dominance. A battle he quickly surrendered, when Fang rubbed their sheaths together, making Tiger shudder in pleasure.
Pulling back, Tiger simply stated "You talk too much, before again locking lips with Fang, hands roaming every piece of body they could find
Meanwhile, Fang let his left hand roam the body he had wanted for so long. He had already been hard before the pants came off, as had Tiger been. His other hand he reached over the side of the bed, while mentally reaching for his bottle of lube, which quickly floated his way. He magically distributed some lube over his right hand, while the left reached lower and lower, until it closed around Tiger's arousal. He then started pumping the fox agonizingly slow, while telepathically telling him: "Here's payback for the pants."
Then he unceremoniously pushed two lubed fingers into the tail hole of the demon below him, gave him a second to adjust, before adding a third finger on the first pump. Matching the speed of his other hand, and instantly hitting Tiger's prostate, earning him a yelp from the fox. "At least you don't scream like a girl." Then he removed his hand from Tiger's ass, getting a groan followed by a hiss as it was replaced by a modest erection, which was immediately pushed in. Knot and all.
Let's see how he likes a little growth. "Metamorphic shift" he then whispered. Tiger who had been tracing the scar, noticed the details bigger and further apart, but what really caught his attention was the swelling of the knot in his ass and the gradually deepening penetration. That was all it took for the fox.
With a moaned "Fang" he came all over his and Fang's chest.
"Quickshot." Fang muttered, but Tiger was in too much pleasure to care. "I hope you don't think you'll get away that easy. I don't plan on shrinking that knot to a size where it can leave your body before I fave finished properly.
Tiger, coming down from his high said "Give me a moment, and don't even think I'm done with you." rocking his ass to prove his point, erecting a moan from Fang.
This made Fang's restraint snap, causing him to set a high pace, and Tiger to moan and yelp uncontrollably as he's being pushed towards his second orgasm in ten minutes at a rate he this morning hadn't even considered possible. By now Fang wasn't hitting the prostate anymore, he was rubbing over it, pulling as far out as the know would allow, before slamming back in as fast as he could. But upon seeing Tiger draw up again already, he quickly reached for the cock and squeezed it shut, cutting off any chance of a climax, but not hard enough to hurt. "You've already had your fun. Now it's my turn." he spoke telepathically before nibbling at Tiger's neck and shoulders, making his whole body shiver. This in turn fueled Fang's pace, made easier by the added muscle mass. He was now little over a head taller then Tiger, still holding Tiger's dick, but now pumping with the hand as well. He wrapped his tail, which is his softest piece of fur, around Tiger's dick as well, to help rubbing. By now, Tiger was shuddering uncontrollably in pleasure, forcing Fang close to orgasm. He pulled back one last time, plugging his tailhole with his knot before erupting, filling the fox with his cum. Overcome by pleasure, he let's go of Tiger, who in turn paints their chests white. Then Fang fell over to the side, as to not land on tiger with his added mass. The last thing Tiger managed to force from his mouth was a 'merry Christmas' before both went out like a light, Fang still firmly plugged in Tiger's ass.