The Silver Magnoilia
In a dystopian society, furs find a way.
I sighed softly as I looked out over the city. This is my home, ever since I was born this had been my city. It was different then, the streets were clean and safe, cubs could play ball in the streets, the buildings were maintained and the police were friendly and helpful. It was your typical happy little city, founded when the railroads came through it had grown and become known for its acceptance and tolerance.
That was about twenty years ago though, and a lot can change in two decades. War had broken out when I was about ten, the "new rule" had gained support in the north and had started a civil war. I was too young to understand it, but my brother Mike had gone off to fight for the old ways. He never came back, damn near killed my mother when the men from the military came with the news. After three bloody years the war ended, we couldn't take the senseless violence anymore, we gave in.
At first it wasn't bad, the new order stood for a hands off approach, takes were damn near nonexistent, regulations were lowered to the point that they didn't matter, everyone had a bit of extra cash in their pockets and was glad for it. It didn't last though, without taxes the roads slowly deteriorated, police forces were cut time and again, crime started to pick up. By the time I was fifteen there was a drug dealer openly on every street corner and shootings every night. If you give someone the choice to do something cheaply or do it right, nine times out of ten they'll do it cheaply, and that's just what the factories did. Without anyone keeping them in check, any environmental concerns went out the window, and our skies were forever darkened by their smog.
If lawlessness was bad, things only got worse when the new politicians got to work. The men who were revolutionaries in the war turned to crooks, sacrificing the public good for their own. Anyone with the cash could get a law made in their favor, and did they ever. It started with the religious nut jobs. The ideals which had been struck down in the past for being absurd became laws, all for a couple extra bucks for the crooks coffers.
One of these struck close to home for me, The Return of Decency Act of 2053, which made any homosexual activity both a crime and grounds for deeming a fur incapable of responsibility. Within 6 months every openly gay fur and their supporters were stripped first of their businesses, then their homes, and finally their rights. I was 19 when the law came into effect. I had the brains to keep my head down and my mouth shut.
That was three years ago. I couldn't help but cry as I sat in the kitchen. This had been the apartment I grew up in. My mother had struggled to raise her two cubs on a waitress' pay. She had lost her motivation after my brother was killed. She died 5 years ago, of cancer, leaving me alone in the world. Her picture stood on the counter beside my brother's, memories of better times.
As I looked out the window the city looked completely different from when I was a cub. The clean brick apartment building across from ours had become a boarded up shell, the mortar crumbling from the walls, the wooden porch lop-sided and collapsing. A siren wailed in the distance, as a group of less than favorable characters argued in the street.
Glancing at the clock on the wall I saw it was quarter of seven. Grumbling, I got up and pulled on my jacket, locking the door I headed off to work. It wasn't far, in what remained of the industrial parks and crumbling storage yards was an old warehouse. For the most part, it looked the same as the countless other buildings, steel and concrete monoliths built for goods coming and going on the rails. The sole difference was above the back door, where "The Silver Magnolia" was spelled out in simple letters. Turning the knob I was greeted by the warm smell I had become so accustomed to over the years. It was a mix of cinnamon, vanilla and fruit, pleasant and homey, like your grandmother's house on Christmas eve.
I hung up my jacket as I walked through the back hall towards the front. The Silver Magnolia was a bar of sorts. It had been founded by Josh back when gays were first outlawed, it was what the community needed, a safe comfortable place to gather and have a couple drinks. A place under the radar far enough that you couldn't find it without being brought there, and that city hall couldn't be bothered to hint it out.
As I slipped behind the bar I was greeted by the usual crew. Mark, was fussing with the liquors, making sure there was enough for the night. Greg and Harrison were wrestling a keg into the cooler for the night, as Josh fussed over the mugs and glasses. I busied myself cleaning the bar and filling the ice.
Mark was a tiger, at 6' 2" he stood about eye level with me, a series of piercings in his right ear made up a simple rainbow and with the sleeves of his flannel rolled up to his elbows he was quite a looker, too. He was fairly new, having just passed a year on the crew, but sharp as a tack and a great bartender.
Greg and Harrison had each been here since the place first opened. Greg was a brown bear, he was the kind of guy you would more expect to be working in a steel yard somewhere rather than a bar, but he had been Josh's partner for the better part of 15 years and had jumped into the work when Josh had first suggested it. Harrison was a black panther, yellow eyes piercing through his coal black coat, muscles rippled as he hefted the heavy keg into the cooler.
Josh was a shorter red fox, with the energy to take on the world if he needed to. He had served in the military to fight the new order years ago, and has been fighting the new government in his own way ever since.
Having finished cleaning up the bar I slipped into the back to use the bathroom. Washing up, I looked into the mirror. Looking back at me was the same face I had been looking at for my entire life. Two calm brown eyes looked out from my dark grey face, a white patch running from the underside of my chin down to into a grey t-shirt, tight over a runner's build. I smiled to myself, the world doesn't deal any of us an easy hand, what's important is that we all make the best of what we're given.
Walking back out front I heard the bell over the front door ring, our first customer of the night. Reaching the bar I saw it was Rick, an old regular of ours, Rick was an older grey horse who worked in one of the few rail yards around here that was still in business. Greeting him, I poured him a pint of Guinness, same drink he has had every Friday night. He was a nice guy, kept to himself mostly but he was known to keep a group entertained at the bar with some of his more outrageous stories.
Fridays have always been our busiest nights, it doesn't take long after the doors open for the bar to start bustling. Getting to work I settled into my comfort zone. A martini for the rabbit, a hard cider for the wolf, a hurricane for the lynx, another Guinness for Rick. The work that was overwhelming when I first started, now passed smoothly while making small talk with the patrons.
This kept up for several hours, just like every week. Around one in the morning the crowds started to thin out, Josh and Greg calling it a night and heading up to their apartment in the rafters of the warehouse. With the orders slowing and a moment to breathe I noticed a fox at the bar watching me, having nothing better to do I walked over to him.
"Hey there, anything I can get for you?"
"Nope, I'm all set for drinks, just admiring the place, first time here."
"I didn't think I had seen you here before, I'm Taylor, it's nice to meet you."
"Likewise, I'm Chris."
"Well Chris, what do you think of it all?"
"It's perfect, it's the kind of place I've been looking for years. It doesn't look like much from the outside, but in here, you can forget the whole rest of the world. In here, people like us can be ourselves without worrying."
"Amen to that, out there you can't let your guard down, you have to hide yourself from everyone, makes things hard sometimes."
At this point a ram at the other end of the bar beckoned to me, I went over, got him his long island iced tea and started tidying up a bit. Chris had completely left my mind until I was starting to close up for the night and I noticed him still sitting at the bar.
"Can I get you anything else before we close up for the night?"
"Well that depends, are you doing anything after you finish up here?"
I raised my eyebrows at him, his cute tail wagging slowly behind him. I leaned over the bar, "Well I didn't have any plans, unless you would like to make some."
No sooner had I finished my sentence than he rose up from his stool and planted one square on my cheek.
"Well , I don't know about you, but I haven't spent a night with someone as handsome as yourself in quite a while, if you're game that is..."
"Stay here while I finish cleaning up, and maybe we can fix that."
I rushed as I finished washing glasses and wiping down the bar. Truth be told it had been quite a while since I had passed a night with anyone, and I wasn't about to turn down Chris' offer. Having thrown out the garbage and shutting off the lights in the back I walked back to the front of the bar, I was greeted by a happily wagging fox.
"So, your place or mine?"
I smiled, "Just follow me."
I led him around to the back, to the staircase which led up to the Josh's apartment as well as a second studio apartment which he left open for any of the employees to use. Opening the door, it was a pretty nice little place. A queen size bed was up against the far wall, a window looking out over the yards and the river beyond. Turning around, Chris closed and locked the door. Walking past me he beckoned me towards the bed.
Like a little puppy dog I followed him, I couldn't help but smile at him. He unbuckled my belt as I ran a paw through his messy hair. He unzipped my fly and my already throbbing member flopped out in front of him. He smiled wrapping a paw around my manhood and stroking it softly. I smiled as he took the tip into his maw and started softly suckling on it, moaning as he fit the better part of my 8" cock into his mouth, his hand slowly playing with my balls.
I reached down and started unbuttoning his shirt, his tight chest and stomach coming into view as he bobbed his head on my cock. As much as I hated to do it, I pulled out of his maw. Pushing him backwards onto the bed, I unzipped his pants and pulled them off. His cute pink cock poking out of his white sheath, with his cute balls hanging below it like a coin purse.
I lowered myself down to him, his dick twitching as I wrapped my mouth around it I started working it slowly. He moaned as I slowly swirled my tongue around his head. I felt his hands come down on the back of my head as I pumped his dick into my mouth, my nose grinding into his soft crotch fur.
I pulled myself off of his dick and started working my attentions lower. Sucking each of his balls while stroking his cock with my paw. As I continued stroking him I licked lower, around his tight pink tail hole. He moaned and shook as my tongue circled around his entrance before softly pushing itself inside. I could feel his hole clenching around my tongue as I slipped a finger into his back passage. I slowly worked over his hole, stretching him while he moaned. I was about to slip in a second finger when he stopped me.
"No, that's enough, fuck me now."
He didn't have to tell me twice, I stroked my cock as I got up from my knees. I used one paw to stroke his dick, which was heavily leaking pre, while I lined myself up with the other. I softly leaned forward, the tip of my dick gently spreading his hole open. He moaned and shot another squirt of pre and I slid in, his tight ring begging to be fucked. As my knot hit his ring I started to pull out, his hot hole milking my cock. As I reached the end of stroke I pushed back in hard and he moaned loudly, his dick spraying pre as it bounced above his stomach. As I picked up my pace he began working my dick over with his ass muscles. I knew neither of us could last much longer. I pulled out just long enough to flip him onto his stomach, where I started fucking him with a whole new intensity.
At this point his moaning had turned into more or less a long continuous moan, my dick rubbing his prostate with every stroke. As I felt my orgasm coming I slammed my knot into his tight hole. He moaned and I could feel his hole clenching as he shot his load onto the mattress. This was enough to do me in as I pumped my seed deep into his ass, my orgasm washing over me. Smiling I lay down next to him, my knot tied firmly into his ass. We both softly drifted off to sleep, with my cock still deep in his ass, looking out over the city I had spent my entire life in.
First time writing in a while, first time with smut. If enough people like it I will certainly consider writing another.