Lover's Dawn
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Sunlight streaked over the city, moving against and dancing aggressively with every concrete structure, every piece of glassware as it painted on a canvas of dull gray, looking for the one or two trees still alive so that it may have held the leaves to the bosom of the spring. Its hands shot their way through window sills, in particular it had to stop to find the still life of a lover's morning in a bedroom. If sunlight cried, then the tears of the purple and red hazes would be streaming when it crept over a vulpine and equine, wrapped into one another on the bed.
It was something more than a sunrise upon which two lovers would lay in happiness, reawakening for a new day, a life rebirthing with one beside the other. Every subtle motion of the equine's hand to the fox's belly as his form conformed into the warmth of the fox, the half asleep vulpine's tired motion responded lazily and lengthily. The warmth against the fur, colliding together was a poetry in motion, and the unawakened pair in their subconscious amative scene was art in pure form. It is the great shame and humility of the world, that there was no observer, and perhaps the great tragedy that is to befall lovers that the beauty can never be seen outside of the two as they wrap together.
The still life before us, however, was far from perdurable as the grey equine lay with the red vulpine, both only covered by their fur and a thin sheet, draped across their waists, which were close enough to be one waist as they lay side by side. Each fully aware that the night was over and the morning had arrived, yet neither sure of where they stood in between those lines. The equine spoke to his lover quietly, letting his nose brush into the vulpine's ear, his words carry the heavy weight with them of being the first to creep into the air.
"I have morning wood." The equine spoke as he let his fully erect length rub it's way smoothly between the vulpine's cheeks, the tip sensationally kissing against the base of the fox tail. Like electricity moved through the fox, his tush pressed back into the horse's length, his body waking to desire before his mind had fully acknowledged the words.
"How romantic..." Marion murred as he tilted his head back to look into the equine's eyes. His morning had just begun; with the metaphors playing in his head he paralleled his thoughts with a sunrise bathing the mess of a room. He felt loved, safe here, in a beginning, before all things. His body and mind assured him of the unity he had found here in a new lover. Clevec seemed so protecting, so watchful of him, and the sanctuary of love he felt in the horse's arms was exactly what he wanted. Every sleepless night he spent fathoming the great mysteries of love suddenly nailed themselves in their own coffin, burying deep in the back-lit streets of his head. He was loved, and time was no more, there were no thoughts of how long, of when it would end - no beginnings, no ends to him, only a now that was a comfort that held him.
"You certainly didn't seem to mind the romancing last night." Clevec let his tip rub up and down, lubricating Marion's wanting tailhole as he dripped. This fox was unlike anyone he had ever made love to; night after night, it was another stand, another throw away, but last night was something incredible, something significant, something cherishably memorable. He had never been mounted before last night, least of all did he expect it to occur by someone so gently firm.
"I love you." Marion spoke, licking Clevec's cheek, wanting to connect in gentle cuddly love with him.
"I know, who doesn't love me?" Clevec giggled as he spoke, his laughter soon cut off as Marion playfully bopped him on the head with a pillow.
"Jerk." Marion laughed as he turned himself over to face Clevec, attempting to smother the horse with his pillow in a feeble attempt. Clevec laughed while he fought off the fluffy assault, pressing his body against Marion while he moved and entangling himself with Marion in the sheets.
As inevitability will always take its course, the very old and tired clock on the wall struggled out it's chime of 10am. Every tick of that irrupting bell moved as if feeding off of Marion's joy. Ding your routine has arrived, Marion. Ding, it's time to remove this IV from your arm, feeding you the greatest morphine of love you've ever witnessed. Ding, you too, Clevec. Ding, that dream in front of you, with that soft fur and those genuine eyes you love so much has to be dragged kicking and screaming from your arms. Ding, have I made my point? Ding, or have I just killed your point?
"I really don't want to go. Babe.... Is... is babe okay? I'm sorry... I'm new with this whole thing." Marion stuttered out apologetically, his social skills maneuvering him haphazardly to try to shut away his awkward feeling in something new.
"It's wonderful, sweetie." Clevec rolled his hooves onto the floor and off the bed, as the two hurried through the motions of getting dressed. They stepped out of the apartment together, paw in paw as they walked down the hall, ready to face they day as if a camera crew was perched just outside the foyer to take in the sight.
"Dammit.... I forgot the building key. Be right back." Clevec gave Marion's paw a squeeze as he turned on his hooves and moved his way quickly back to the apartment. Marion moved forward, wanting to feel the freshness of the air greet him, wanted nature to tell him he was in the right place, he was where he was meant to be this morning, stepping out of a wonderful stud's apartment.
He sauntered down the steps with a smile on his face, practically jumping off the last step as he came back into the jet stream of the city streets. His affirmation of the reality of the day was a cheetah, dressed in a nice button up shirt and slacks walking up to him with a stack of freshly printed flyers in his hand.
"Son, have you found the way? The way of him?" Textbook pretentious attitude spilled from every motion the cheetah made. Marion chuckled to himself, as his brain posed a comical response. He wouldn't usually be so bold, but it seemed as nothing would stop this morning he was already having.
"Is he gay?" Marion laughed as he spoke, letting his cynicism surround the cheetah. Marion looked as the facial expression became stone, putting a wall between them. The cheetah soon lowered his eyes and turned them into daggers, letting his look pierce Marion straight through. Marion was taken by surprise as the cheetah's fist flew into Marion's gut, and he doubled over as fire raced up his belly and tugged him to the ground. The cheetah quickly kicked Marion's should, knocking him onto his back, and looked down at him with the great judgment. The backdrop of the sky as Marion looked up seemed to agree, it was like the cheetah had the sun on his side in his contemptuous act.
"Rot and die, faget." The cheetah spat his words as he raised his footpaw, ready to stomp down onto Marion's chest - his action was quickly haltered as a fist flew into his cheek, spinning him around. Clevec towered over the cheetah, stepping into him and pushing him back as he advanced. The cheetah quickly turned on his heels and fled, throwing back what Clevec took as the coward's last poke of "Fags rot!"
"So do bigots!" Clevec yelled down the street in an enraged retort. His demeanor quickly changed to concern and worry as he turned to help Marion up.
"Are you okay, sweetie?" Clevec wrapped himself into Marion, his thoughts and worries of some knothead doing something to take this from him, not this fox, not this one... this angel in his arms had floored him, spun his world around from the suave, confident, narcissism that he once had within him, all in a night - he would let nothing get in the way.
"I'm okay, Babe..." Marion brushed off the back of his shirt, dusting away the dirt of the sidewalk. "... So I'll see you again tonight?"
"Did you want to go out to dinner before a club?" Clevec's face lit up like the sun at the notion of getting to spend the evening with Marion.
"I can't... I... I'm sorry... told Wilder I'd have dinner with him tonight. Can I meet you at the club afterward? Say around 9?" Wilder whimpered with his words.
"Sounds terrific. I'll see you then." Clevec and Marion kissed, first a peck, then the feeling sent them into a deeper kiss, painful to break for both of them before Marion headed to the University for lab work.
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Marion walked with a hop in his step, despite the rough encounter he had just undergone. The hit may have dropped his body, but he moved through the city like a ghost, letting the yells, the passing noise pollution phase right through him while he circumvented reality and took shortcuts through the world of the love-struck.
The mood of the students hurriedly working in the lab bounced off of his eyes while he made his way to the two lab partners he had been assigned for the quarter. Kyranc, a short and slim zebra kept his consistently frustrated look on his face while he dabbled with glassware, while Thapay, a stockier set raccoon sat with a hood over his head and earphones drowning away his world from him.
"Hey, so you guys get your part of the report done?" Marion had his momentum at his
back, he was worried he may have been talking a mile a minute.
"No! I don't have the fucking report, cause my damn prof- or should I say bitch is giving me shit! Do something about it! Write the shit up yourself!" Kyrance slapped a beaker off the desk during his tirade, the shattering glass spitting all over the floor drew the entire class's attention upon the three.
Marion chose to diffuse the situation by looking to Thapay for an answer, to which his bold and daring reply was
"Didn't do it." That was it. It was like his words were a weak hearted email sent - his brain was thousands of miles away, the hood giving him the same anonymity as a computer screen would. Marion couldn't believe this had happened. Neither of his lab partners had done any work on the biggest report in the semester - getting a bad grade could cost him his scholarships, and thusly his college career. He began to feel that deep chill marimba up his spine as his pawtips went numb with the fear and anxiety. He didn't know what to say. He didn't have it in him, no matter how many times he dreamed of the situations of telling of people who didn't pull their weight; he couldn't stand at this moment and do it.
His peripheral vision began to go dark, his eyes cycloning about the room. He rushed out of the class with the tremble at his back, pushing a fellow student harshly out of the way, not giving care to stature or appearance at this point, but only privacy with what was before him.
He managed to make it to the bathroom, throwing a stall open and sitting down on the toilet, pressing his elbows to his knees and trying to catch his breath, before the dark crept to the center of his sight, causing him to pass out.
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Time didn't have a meaning to him when he woke up - the bathroom was only lit now by the weak light fixtures. As his eyes came into focus his reassurance of awakening was to read the graffiti written on the wall. For Jaguar cock be here at 8 on Tuesdays followed loosely by the series of acceptance letters, all written with the utmost regard for grammar as Swallow my kok; fuk u bare; Marion could vaguely deduce it was before 8 since he hadn't been awakened by any Jaguars.
He stumbled his way out of the stall, looking to brace for any possible embarrassment from anyone who may be watching his dazed state. His ears told him, and his eyes followed to see, there in the corner, pressing up against a dog, a Jaguar who had seemed to have lost his shirt. He grinded into the dog, who growled playfully as Marion made out the unmistakable noise of the teeth of a zipper parting. Slowly moving down the trail from the dog's belly button and to the prize, the Jaguar's paw had no quiver, no shake or nervousness, only the expert slow motion of one who had undressed a great many.
The two hadn't noticed Marion - the Jaguar too wrapped up in the dog as the last of the zipper teeth came undone and he curled the fabric off the canine's tush; the dog was doped by the scent and taste of the Jaguar as his tongue moved along the feline neck.
Marion's eyes sidetracked him, before he had to snap his way back into sense, and backed slowly and quietly out of the bathroom. Out of the old building, and back into the city streets. The harshness of the night, of every hunter moving out there that he had yet to meet, it seemed, lay in wait, all for him. He didn't especially want to meet Wilder for dinner tonight; all he wanted was to be back in the arms of his savior, his protector, his stallion.
He found his way into the Lion's den, and it seemed Wilder had yet to make it there. The host brought him to his seat, he took it and waited for what seemed to be like hours, which in reality was only about five minutes once he looked at the clock. Wilder came in and sat down, looking everywhere for a certain waiter. It had seemed that Wilder was after a bunny who worked here, as Marion had noticed that Wilder's visits to the Lion's Den became more frequent ever since the night he was ogling over the bunny butt he saw.
"So, Marion, how's life?" Wilder shot straight into the questions. It was always like him.
"It's going okay. Nothing much, just getting by..." Marion lied. He didn't want to get into what had just happened in the lab - how he had passed out and stay out for nearly 10 hours; how he may be leaving the college if that lab goes down the drain. He just wanted to get to Clevec--and it was in his voice when he lied to Wilder. Wilder could tell; somehow, some way - he was some sort of genius when it came to reading people.
"Anxious for a date or something?" Wilder giggled to himself with the joking words, even though it was a very serious question, and he knew it.
"Just going to a nightclub to meet up with someone." Marion blushed, unable to help it, he knew this would give him away. Wilder and Marion had been friends forever, and Marion didn't have nearly as many encounters as the infamous fox sitting across from him. Naturally, it was a big deal. The night carried on with the usual interrogations of questions, followed by Wilder's cunning linguistic skill in asking the bunny he noticed out for a date.
They parted ways, and Marion took off almost all too quickly toward the club, desperate to get into Clevec's arms. He wouldn't give anyone he passed on the street a moment's notice, not caring in the least for eye contact or friendly gestures, which was very unlike him to do so, but he didn't care altogether.
The club entrance was guarded by the overly built bouncer, a raccoon with a gaze that could kill anyone who crossed him. He stopped Marion's advance to the entrance with a paw to his chest.
"ID?" he scoffed, obviously uninterested in asking for it but required to nonetheless. Marion pulled out his ID and showed it, the raccoon stepped aside as he stepped into the club. It was the usual night inside; heavy strobes flashing and a cluster of furs on the dance floor, overhead rainbow colored spot lights spinning through the sea of furs, none to notice the full effect save for one just entering, and that one happened to be Marion tonight. He made his way down, his ears sinking deeper into the overdriven beats that drowned away all ambience. As he made his way into the dance floor, past the bar, he caught what had to be the best pick up line he'd ever heard - or by perspective, the worst, as delivered by a white wolf to a Doberman.
"I like your shirt." The wolf shouted out to get through the noise.
"What?" The Dobermans reply, wanting to listen again as he didn't get it the first time around.
"I said I want to fuck your muzzle!" The wolf's second go around was a bit more pointed. The Doberman replied by splashing his drink in the wolf's face, to which the wolf's reply was
"Can I buy you a drink?" Marion laughed at his persistence as he moved away from the scene and through the crowd, letting his body sway with the beat, hoping to find his stallion somewhere as he floated through the sea. After a matter of only minutes of searching, he felt the firm touch of two hands to his hips, as he heard the unmistakable noise of two hooves upon the dance floor immediately behind him. His paws slid back and touched the hips of his stallion behind him, rubbing upon either side of them, coaxing a firmer touch from his dance partner as he leaned himself back into his mare. His paws met leather, his tail rose like smoke out from a fire, as his hips rolled up along his partner's thighs, meeting the firm equine length tightly pressing against the leather. The equine body moved against the vulpine, the tent nestling firmly into the crevice of Marion's tush. It's sensuous tease, the same as the morning awakening called out to Marion, rubbing up and down, over his wanting tailhole through his pants.
The fingertips of the mare followed the edge of the fox pants as they raced around his hips and to his zipper, giving it a firm, single motion pull to undo it, Marion yipped out in the pleasure of the feeling. His stallion's hand kept them up in the front, but plucked away the backside, exposing his naked rear end only to the stallion's crotch. His own pawtips took the zipper down from the stallion's leather, slowly and carefully, teasing away the fabric that lay between them. The fox paw reached in, taking the equine length, he guided it up and against his rear. The feeling of the tip against his tush sent shivers into him once again; his want was deep inside, and he let it out and into his body; let the adrenaline pump through him as he desired for something else to pump into him. Their hips moved to their own rhythm separately from the beat of the club; the throbbing shaft began to press against the vulpine's wanting tailstar, relaxing in the bliss of the touch. Marion felt a warm liquid rubbing his tailhole, from the fingertip of his stallion, lubricating him, and causing him to moan in the foreshadow of what he was about to receive.
The moment gripped him when the Stallion pushed his body against him, the firm tip penetrating and sliding deep inside of him - he gasped out while the pleasure ran its fingertips fast up his body and took a grip upon him. He tightened himself around the shaft as its pushed inside him, and felt the response of his partner's fingertips tightening to his hips, the heavy exhale of euphoria on the back of his neck. He craned himself back as he thrusted with the equine and let his partner's tongue taste his neck.
The thrusts began to grow faster and firmer, and each motion was another step closer to the complete detachment from all pain and hurt, that incredible release they ached to achieve. Marion felt his stallion's breaths becoming shorter, and he moaned in the response and want of feeling his partner fill him. The deep moans and heavy exhalations were one together, the outlets of his bliss, and in every thrust he tightened himself to the equine length as it rubbed inside of him.
Fingertips dug into him for a moment, and in that moment there was no one on the dance floor but them two it almost seemed, nothing external to their tie together actually existed save for the pleasure as Marion took the hot and thick seed inside him, with thrust after thrust of the length rubbing against him inside and filling him up. He felt as some dribbled out of him, with the subsiding of the thrusts; in this moment he had only to say one thing as he let his paw wrap around his partner's neck, he leaned back to speak.
"I love you." Marion said the words through the music that was so beaten into his ears that it was a distant background, and he felt above everyone else in the club, as none of them seemed to notice the two yiffing on the dance floor. His response was a whisper.
"I'm going to go get us a couple drinks." And with those words came an almost all too sudden pull away and disappearance into the sea of faces. Marion quickly pulled his pants up and turned unable to catch his love before he wound away past the crowd. Marion felt a vibration against his leg in his pants pocket. He made his way out of the club, crossing the barrier of deafening music and back onto the street as he simultaneously pulled his cell phone from his pocket. The cold night air flowed over him and gave him a wonderful contrast to the heat of the club. He dialed his voice messages and listened in.
"One new message - first message: Hey sweetie, it's me. I; I'm so sorry, I can't make it tonight. Something came up, and I won't be able to be there. I'm really sorry this had to happen. I really want to see you; please call me as soon as you get the chance. - End of message."
Marion sank. Deep inside of himself he fell, all the thoughts on the surface zipped right by while he looked for that place to hide. He threw the cell phone down on the ground like it was poison, neglecting the effect of its explosion into a million pieces. If that wasn't Clevec.... He just yiffed some random stranger.... And he liked it.... He didn't know what to think or do. His only refuge, a beautiful evening with his stallion, was not what it seemed at all; and he may be leaving school because of his lab grades, and thusly, his stallion may leave him for what he did.... What if he contracted something?
The earth all around him, like a choreography of unison spun left, swiveling about while the dark once again creeped its way inside, as he fell to the ground, the last thing he saw was the bouncer, rushing to catch him as he fell.
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