A Modest Proposal
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Ian could hear a dull thudding.
Thump thump thump thumpy thump thump...
"Fuck. It can't be more than..." Seven thirty in the morning. He turned over in bed, and threw the covers back over his head so that only his black nose stuck out. He tried to find his dream again. Somewhere a cute red-headed fox waited for him in bed. There she was, slamming her fist into Ian's ears.
Thump thump thumpthumpthump...
"Goddamnit, why does she have to be here so early?" Ian got out of bed and made his way downstairs. Armed now with a cup of coffee and the newspaper, he retreated to the deck on the back of his apartment, away from the thumping that meant only one thing. Fifteen minutes of peace passed, and then several screams from inside. The door opened and closed, and a half-naked Labrador sat down next to him, panting.
"Have fun nailing her, Quinn? Sounds like she's on the warpath," Ian quipped.
"You have no idea, man. She's nuts."
"What happened? Better yet, why is she in our apartment alone?"
"She's in her car," Quinn replied. And right on cue, a beat-up green Cavalier soared by, nearly clipping another car.
"You didn't answer my question." Ian looked up over the newspaper, eyeing his roommate skeptically.
"Ok, so we were into it, and I was about to tie her, when she jumped up, and slapped me. She swears I'm cheating on her. She got her shit, threw a book at me, and beat it."
"You are cheating on her; with a boy, no less. Had you forgotten?" Secretly, Ian felt a tinge of responsibility. He had been Quinn's first, even though they both had had steady girlfriends. For Ian, it stopped there, but not for Quinn. "Your black ass hasn't been loyal to Mistress Crazy for months."
"Shut up, fox. What the hell, you're right. What the fuck do I do now?"
"You know my opinion. I'm getting a shower, and meeting Karla for lunch. Are we still meeting you and what's-his-name for dinner?"
"His name is Michael; and yes, I think we are. Are you still going through with the one thing?"
"Proposal."
Ian didn't wait for a response, before he went back inside. He deposited his coffee mug in the dish washer, and went back upstairs. It wasn't that Ian had a problem with his being gay, but he did have a big one with Quinn's cheating.
The shower water was nice and hot against Ian's fur. He was a rather typical-looking fox: white fur stretched from his shoulders to his groin; the rest was red. He lacked the coal-colored gloves and socks most foxes had: a point of pride for him. He worked out, and took great pride in his cut, but not ripped, physique. He lathered up and washed away the weariness of the previous day. He was thoroughly relaxed, as he stood under the shower for just one more minute, when the curtain was ripped back.
"Good morning, darling." Before Ian could work it out that his girlfriend had so quietly snuck in, undressed, and gotten in with him, she was in his arms. "I thought you could use some company this morning. Door was open; Quinn told me you were her." She answered Ian's questions before he could ask them.
Ian chucked. "I love you, Karla" he said.
"I love you. I want you too." She wasted no time, reaching for his groin, where his sheath had already started to swell. He did the same; they locked in embrace. Ian ran his paw down to her sex, toying with her, before inserting one clawed finger, then another, until he heard Karla groan in his ear.
She worked his sheath, until a glint of deep red peeked out; inch after inch followed, and Ian saluted her in all his foxly glory. She kneeled down, the water still pounding over them, and took him in her muzzle. She worked her tongue along his shaft, licking under and over, and finally cramming his whole length into her mouth. Ian moaned, and unconsciously started thrusting. He pulled back, a stream of precum dribbling out of his cock.
Karla smiled up at him, and said "let's move this party to your bed."
Ian groaned, but obediently shut off the water, and grabbed them each two towels. After getting most of the water out of his fur, Ian wrapped a towel around his middle, pulled his tail free, and headed across the hall to his bedroom.
"Wait up hon, I'm not as quick as you," the vixen called out. She finished drying her supple frame, threw the towels on the floor, and padded over to join her lover. Karla was a short fox; the tips of her ears came up to Ian's chin, but no more. The white fur on her chest was almost silver, which complimented her firm breasts; she wore her hair long, but pulled back out of her face.
Karla locked Ian's door, and joined him in bed. She undid his towel, freeing his still-rock-hard cock; by now, his knot was starting to form, and a little stream of pre ran down seven girthy inches of fox meat. There was lust in her eyes, and desire in her smile.
Karla straddled Ian, and lined her sex up with the tip of his shaft. She smiled wryly as she toyed with him: she put his head inside her, then pulled it out, letting it rest just outside her lips. Ian pleaded wordlessly, struggling against her. An eternal second passed, and she dropped into his lap, burying his member deep inside her. She rode him hard, and with each thrust she became more agitated.
Ian started squirming too, and thrust into her in rhythm. His knot began to swell, and a rush of ecstasy started to well up inside him.
"Karla! Karla, I'm gonna come," he spoke to her. His body tensed, and he hilted inside her. His knot swelled, and her vaginal walls clamped down on it, tying them together. Their climaxes came mere seconds apart. Ian came, shooting his seed deep into his lover. And as he did, Karla's orgasm hit like a bomb. Waves of pleasure pulsated against Ian's trapped member, as she screamed in euphoria.
Karla collapsed, laying next to Ian, and resting her head on his chest. He kissed her head, gently, before engaging her in a long, passionate kiss.
"Ian," Karla started, "what if we get pregnant?" He looked down at her, his face expressionless.
"Not that it would be the end of the world; we've been through hell together, and survived. I'm just saying..."
"We have been through hell," Ian replied, "but we've tasted heaven too, these last three years." He turned over, and rifled through the drawer of his nightstand. He closed his paw around a small, black box.
"This wasn't exactly how I planned this," he said, "but the time is right." He opened the box, and held it out in front of her. "Karla Evans, will you marry me?"