Danceroom Balling
_This was the first story I wrote for Kain & Kitten's Yiff Challenge. The prompts were:
Sexes: M- M- F
Races: Rabbit, Raccoon, Rat
Setting: Modern
The Challenge can be found at http://www.schultzs.org/~mschultz/kkc/kkchallenge.htm and more of my writings can be found at http://www.livejournal.com/users/kyellgold --come by and say hi!_
"Danceroom Balling" by Kyell Gold
"Honestly, Addie, I don't believe you're even trying!" The petite rabbit stamped her foot, causing the floorboards to creak, and tossed her ears. "We've been doing this for weeks, and you still can't get it right."
"I'm sorry, Dolly." Her partner, a slender raccoon in an immaculate white shirt and black slacks, curled his ringed tail under his legs. "I think we're getting better, though."
"*I'm* getting better," she snapped. "You don't seem to care at all whether we win the trophy for the best dance."
"I do care," he said. "Because you do." He put a hand on her shoulder, but she spun away from him and walked over to the huge windows that looked out over the garden.
Addison Fletcher sighed and walked the other way, back to the speakers that were still filling the room with Liszt. He tapped the controls to pause the music and looked around the large room, from the shiny hardwood floor to the various antique musical instruments lining the walls, to the cut-glass chandelier dangling twenty feet above him, and lastly over to the three huge windows in the far wall. His girlfriend, Dolly Northrup, was standing there looking at the bright red and yellow marigolds, partly turned towards him so that he could see the afternoon sun lighting her fur. She rested one delicate paw on the soft pink fabric of her dress, and he knew that even though she pretended to be unaware, she knew he was watching her. His sheath swelled, just looking at her like that.
"I know how much the first dance of spring means to you," he tried again, walking towards her. "I'll study, I promise." The truth was that he was getting a bit frustrated. The rabbit had a habit of criticizing him every few steps, and he suspected that part of the reason he was having trouble learning the steps was that he was focusing on trying to press up against her breasts whenever he could.
"It doesn't take study, Addie, it takes practice." She turned around and folded her arms.
He put a paw on her shoulder, and this time she left it there. "Come on, let's try again."
Her eyes left him and looked back out the window. He followed, but couldn't tell what she was looking at. It didn't seem to be the flowers, nor the lawn beyond them, nor the gardener, a rat with a hat pulled down over his eyes to shade them from the sun.
"I can't," she said finally. "Daddy is having Aunt Thistledown over for dinner, and I have to get ready."
"Oh." Dolly's aunt, he knew, was a devout Baptist and had very strict ideas on the subject of inter-species dating. "Well, where's that book? I'll take it home with me."
"Over there." She pointed to a cushion-topped chest. "All the books are in there. Oh, Addie, you are a dear." Leaning forward, she placed a little kiss on his cheek. He turned his head, hoping for more, but she moved away.
"All right. I'll grab one of the books and let myself out. Enjoy your dinner."
She made a face and pulled her ears down. "I just hope we don't end up singing gospel songs again. Good-bye, dear."
He waved, watching fondly as she stepped delicately out the door. She was beautiful, that was for sure, and his whole body acknowledged that. He adjusted his pants with one paw, and sighed. If they won the dance trophy, then maybe, finally, he would get to sleep with her, after months of dating, of listening to his friends talk about all the pants and dresses they'd been in and casually putting off their questions about Dolly.
Not that that was the only reason he was seeing her, of course. She was also very rich. And besides that, he felt comfortable around her, and he'd never really felt comfortable around women. He didn't know what she saw in him, but his friends said that they didn't know what their girls saw in them either, so he didn't worry about it overmuch.
Abruptly, he realized that he'd been rubbing himself through his pants, and was now hard enough to have a noticeable bulge in the front. He glanced quickly out the window, but the gardener was hard at work on his plants, not looking at him. Good. He walked over to the chest and lifted the top, holding it up while he fished around inside for the books on ballroom dancing.
There they were. He grabbed them with his free paw and let the chest close. Halfway to the door, though, he paused. He was still kind of bulgy in the front, and it wouldn't look good for him to walk past Dolly's father like that. He walked over to the window and looked out, and when he didn't see the gardener, he opened it and poked his head out.
It was just as it was occurring to him that being caught sneaking across her back lawn would not be the best thing either, especially as he was a raccoon, when he heard the thin whistling of the rat coming back around the corner. Quickly, he ducked back into the room and padded back to the bench.
Being nineteen and frustrated wasn't helping his hard-on go down any faster. He hissed in exasperation and then thought, well, as long as I'm staying here, might as well practice. He opened the books and looked through the steps, and then turned on the Liszt and tried to replicate them on the hardwood.
Holding his arms out as though Dolly were there with him, he ran through the steps again and again, but without a partner, it was much harder. He stamped his foot, causing much less creaking than Dolly's large rabbit feet did, and swore. Bringing the books home wasn't going to do any good, not unless he could pull his mom away from her pottery classes long enough to practice with him.
"Everything okay, sir?"
He whirled around and saw the gardener looking in at the open window. He'd lifted his hat slightly and Addison saw with some surprise that his eyes weren't yellow, like many rats, but a soft brown in the grey fur of his face.
"Yes," he said, "sorry to alarm you."
"No need to apologize." The rat started to turn away, then looked back. "You, uh, need some help, sir?"
Addison chuckled. "You know how to ballroom dance?"
The rat ducked his head. "I do, a little," he admitted. "I watch you sometimes while I'm gardening."
Addison grinned. "All right then, come on in." As the rat stared at him, he gestured. "I mean it. Come in. You can't possibly be more hopeless than I am."
The gardener blinked, and then climbed in through the window, scrambling as though something were chasing him. He kicked the dirt off his paws outside before stepping on the floor, and curled his long pink tail around his legs. "You're not hopeless, sir," he said.
"Oh, call me Addison. What's your name?"
"Uh..." The rat seemed frozen as Addison walked towards him.
"Don't you know your name?" The raccoon grinned. The gardener was about six inches shorter, which made him about Dolly's height--perfect. He was young, too, maybe even younger than Addison. The faded blue uniform he wore was deceptive; from a distance it made him look older. His scent wasn't at all unpleasant, not as bad as Addison had feared. He was clean, with a rich earthy smell from the garden and a scent of various seeds he must have been planting, or weeds he'd been picking. And under it, he had a simple, honest scent of his own, nicer than any other rat Addison had met.
"S-Seth. Sir."
"All right, Seth, I'll tell you what. You help me learn a few steps, and I'll owe you one." He chuckled. "Just don't ever tell Dolly I practiced with her gardener."
"No, sir."
"So how do we start? Like this?" He put one paw around the rat and took his slim pink paw with the other. The gardener had a nicely slender form that Addison's arm fit around comfortably, and he didn't have any trouble situating his paw on the rat's hip.
"Yeah." Seth was trembling, staring straight ahead at Addison's shirt and not at his muzzle. He didn't move.
"So...what next?" Addison prompted gently. The rat was probably afraid of doing something wrong with his master's daughter's boyfriend.
"Well, uh, you're supposed to lead." Seth glanced shyly up at him, still trembling.
"Oh, yeah." Addison shifted his feet. He knew the first few steps, but he always turned left when he was supposed to go right...or was it the other way around? Left, he guessed, and bumped into Seth as the rat was anticipating the other turn.
"Other way, sir," Seth said.
"I know." Addison sighed. "You want to take that hat off?"
"Okay." Seth removed his hat and folded it into one of his pockets. "Is that better?"
"I just wanted you to be comfortable. It looks like this might take me a while."
"Oh, no, sir. It's easy. Look, you go side, side, right, side, left, right, swing here, and that takes you back to the start." Seth waved his paws in the air as he talked, demonstrating the patterns.
"Let me see you do it. Go ahead and lead."
"All right." Seth gave him a surprising grin, and shifted his paws to hold Addison around the hip. "See, like this..."
Addison found it easy to follow the rat's steps across the floor, watching where he was going and placing his paws a half-second later, but when it came his turn to lead again, he didn't do quite as well. He got the first few steps right, then turned into the rat when he should have stepped to the side.
"Sorry," he said again, and stepped back, but not before feeling a distinctly hard shape against his leg, where it had pressed into the rat's midsection.
"S'okay," Seth said, but didn't look at him as they went back to the starting position.
Addison got through the first steps again, now feeling confused. Was the rat getting off on dancing with him? His first thought was to end this exercise immediately, but to tell the truth, he was enjoying dancing with Seth a lot more than with Dolly. The rat was a lot more easygoing and seemed to be enjoying teaching Addison as well as the dance itself. And, it appeared now, he was enjoying it a little more than he'd let on.
What was the harm? Addison decided. It was a little exciting, having the rat interested in him. He had to admit that the rat's scent was growing on him. Plain, yes; earthy, yes; but now with the hint of arousal, it was not just pleasant, it was a bit exciting. Addison thought to himself that he'd never actually scented any arousal on Dolly. Whether she hid it with her perfumes or just never felt it, it would've been nice to know, just once, that she was interested, instead of having to guess.
After a few more dances, he was definitely enjoying the sensation of dancing with someone interested in him. He was remembering the steps, because he didn't want the dance to end, and he stepped with more confidence. Maybe it was not worrying about Seth criticizing him; maybe it was just that he felt more relaxed around someone of lower station than around the blue-blooded rabbit.
As he watched him, he came to the rather interesting conclusion that Seth was kind of cute, too. Addison had never been particularly interested in other boys, but, he thought, maybe that was because none of them had been interested in him. He'd gone after girls along with his friends mostly because that was what his friends were doing. Sure, there was a gay clique at school, but they didn't really interact with Addison's crowd.
He bumped into Seth again, intentionally this time, to feel whether the rat was still sporting a hard on. He was, and if anything, it had only gotten bigger. His whiskers twitched and he looked away again at the touch, so Addison grinned and rubbed his hip there, pretending again that it was unintentional. His own hard-on was coming back quickly, and the next time he pressed against Seth, the rat pressed back into him, his slender hips rubbing the raccoon's erection through his pants.
Addison pulled him close, touching the soft pink ears with his muzzle. Seth returned the embrace and rested one paw on the raccoon's tail, rubbing the thick fur there. For several measures of the music they rested together, and then Seth jumped as if he'd been dozing and was just startled awake.
"What's the matter?" Addison said as the rat backed away.
"Oh, it's getting late, and I should go, and you should go too, sir." Seth took another step back.
The raccoon grinned. "But you've helped me out quite a bit, and I owe you one. Don't you want to collect?"
Seth looked around. "I should put the tools away before it gets too dark..."
Addison stepped towards him, continuing even when Seth took another nervous step backwards. "I'd like you to stay," he said with the most reassuring smile he could muster. He was feeling eager too, his erection straining against the fabric of his pants.
"Really?" The rat stopped fidgeting, his eyes catching the light of the chandelier. Behind him, the bright colors of the flowers had faded to a reddish glow as the sun sank lower in the sky. His overalls had dirt on them and his paws were a little rough, but the glow behind him was shining softly on the edges of his fur, and his brown eyes were wide, and the edges of his lips were just starting to catch into a smile.
"Yeah." He tugged the rat over to the cushioned bench.
"H-here?" Seth looked around. "But Miss Northrup..."
"Oh, her aunt's here for dinner. She'll be busy for another hour." Addison sat on the bench and patted the cushion next to him. "And I want to get to know you a little better."
The rat looked at him again. "You're sure..."
"Oh, stop asking me that." Addison grabbed the rat's paw impulsively and pressed it to his groin.
Seth's eyes widened, but he curled his paw around the clothed shape of Addison's hard-on, then began to rub up and down its length. "You're big," he said, and grinned then. "Hang on."
As the raccoon leaned back against the wall, Seth scampered across the room and flipped a switch. The big chandelier went dark, and the room was suffused with the red glow of the sunset. Addison's night vision adjusted quickly as Seth walked back to him.
"There," he said. "That's better, isn't it?"
"Yeah." Addison smiled, and saw Seth's white teeth as he smiled back. The rat sat next to him and slid his paw slowly across the raccoon's leg, then moved it back up to cover Addison's erection. He rubbed it through the thin slacks, gently at first, then more firmly as Addison sighed happily.
After a little bit of that, Addison put a paw on the rat's shoulder; after a little more, he pulled Seth close to him, and shortly after that, he felt the rat's nimble fingers undo the catch of his pants. They pulled the flaps aside, traced the outline of his shaft through the soft cotton of his briefs, then carefully lifted the elastic and slid it down his length.
Addison gasped and leaned back as his shaft popped free. He felt Seth's paw hesitate, and he squeezed the rat's shoulder. He wanted that touch so badly that when it finally came, soft fingers sliding up his bare skin, he let out a moan of pleasure.
"Mmmm," Seth said, snuggling closer to him. He nuzzled Addison's shoulder as he played with his engorged shaft, his fingers brushing the tip and spreading the leaking pre around, then curling all the way around it and squeezing, then sliding up and down. He pushed the raccoon's briefs down further so he could close his paw around the soft white sac hanging below the sheath, teasing the short fur there and then sliding back up.
"Ohhhh." Addison curled his toes and spread his legs, rubbing his nose against Seth's soft ears. "You have such soft paws."
"You have such...um..." Seth giggled softly and slid his paw up and down, up and down. "Such a...mmm."
"Such a...what?" Addison was starting to pant a little.
"Such a nice, big..."
"Mmmm?" The rat's paw was driving him crazy. Pent up as he was, he was starting to shudder and felt he might come at any second.
"Such a nice, big tail." Seth licked at Addison's shoulder and giggled again. His paw rubbed the raccoon's leaky tip, and he said, "My, you're messy."
"It's your fault," Addison said, and gasped, squirming as Seth's paw rubbed his tip.
"Oh. I'd better clean that up, then." Before the raccoon could say anything, the rat's head was in his lap and a soft tongue was licking his shaft and all he could do was make a choked-off whimpering noise. He'd sucked himself off more times than he could count, of course, but having someone else do it was...oh....god...
Seth didn't take long to get down to business, sliding his whole mouth over Addison's shaft and slurping up and down. His narrow, firm tongue stroked up and down while his paw cupped the raccoon's balls and then grasped the base of his sheath and squeezed lightly.
Addison panted, gripping Seth's shoulder with one paw and the side of the bench with the other, trying to keep his hips down. They wanted to thrust up, and he had an idea it would be rude to push himself into the rat's mouth further. But the motion of that tongue, and those lips...his whole body was tingling, his toes curled, and when he looked down, the sight of the rat's head bobbing in his lap sent another shudder of excitement through him.
"Se-Seth..." he panted, squeezing the rat. "I'm...uh..." He didn't want to come in the rat's mouth, but he wasn't going to be able to stop himself much longer. "Soon...soon!"
Seth just stroked him faster, making a small, "Mm-hmm" noise in his throat.
"I...I don't... oh god!" Another shudder of pleasure, and then what he did and didn't want slid away from him, and all there was in him was the blissful crescendo of his arousal. He arched his back and thrust his hips up and let out a guttural moan as he came, hot seed spurting against the rat's waiting tongue, which kept licking eagerly. It felt like it went on for hours, until he was sure he must've drowned poor Seth, but when he opened his eyes and floated back down to the bench, the rat was still happily wrapped around his member, head tilted so he could smile up at the raccoon with one eye.
Carefully, Seth slid his head up, and Addison gasped as his slick wet member popped free into the air. The rat swallowed and grinned. "Was that okay?"
By way of answer, Addison pulled him close and squeezed him. "That..." he managed, and then shivered as the rat's paw rested on his shaft lightly. "Amazing."
Seth rested his head on the raccoon's shoulder. "Mmm, good."
Addison's paw found the bulge in the rat's jeans and rubbed it gently, nuzzling the rat's ears. He didn't feel like talking, just kept his eyes closed and sighed, letting his paw trace the bulge through the denim. After a few moments, Seth spoke. "I've seen you a couple times."
"Hmm?"
"Practicing your dancing. I thought you were really handsome." Addison leaned back and looked down, grinning at the rat. "And tonight," Seth continued, "I saw...I thought you were showing off for me, but I guess you just didn't see me."
"Tonight?"
"Yeah, when you were, uh, adjusting yourself." Seth squeezed his still-rigid shaft with a grin. "I thought it was really sexy."
"I didn't know you saw."
"I'm glad I got to help."
Addison grinned. "Me too." He pressed up firmly on Seth's bulge and grinned as the rat shivered. He wasn't sure what etiquette was for taking someone else's pants off, but Seth had charged ahead, and if a gardener could do it, so could he.
As he fumbled with the snap, Seth said, "Oh, you don't have to..."
Addison licked his ear. "It's okay. I owe you two, now."
"But...okay, if you insist..." Seth grinned a little nervously and reached down to help unfasten his jeans, letting Addison slip his own paw inside and feel the shape of the rat's sheath more closely. It was not as thick as his was, but it was just as hard and long. His fingers explored its length through the underwear, rubbing the ridge at the tip, and then sliding through the hole in the front of the boxers to curl around bare skin.
"Ohh." Seth pressed his nose against Addison's neck. His tail curled around the raccoon's legs, holding them in a loose grip. Addison shuffled his legs closer and let the tail tighten further, sliding his fingers gently up and down Seth's hardness. He tugged the shaft free of the boxers and stroked more firmly, actually enjoying himself. He'd seen other boys in the gym class showers, of course, but none of them had been hard. He'd wondered what other boys' hard-ons were like, and now he was fascinated by how similar Seth's was, and yet how many differences there were.
Seth didn't seem to mind his exploration, and started to moan as Addison stroked him faster. He thrust his hips and panted hot breath into the raccoon's white neck fur. Addison felt him tense, and stopped stroking.
"Mm. Thanks." Seth mumbled, nuzzling him.
"What?" Addison nosed his ear. "You didn't, uh..."
The rat didn't say anything for a minute. "No, but I thought you were done."
Addison laughed. "No. Let go of my legs."
Seth bumped his muzzle against Addison's. "You don't have to..."
"Quiet," Addison said sternly, "or I won't."
"Yes, sir." Seth smiled and relaxed his tail. Addison kept a paw on his shaft, and slid off the bench to kneel on the floor. The rat's paws cupped his cheekruffs on either side as Addison leaned forward. He could see the long shape of Seth's shaft in front of his nose, and his slender fingers around it. He slid them up and down, watching how they moved over the surface of the skin, and then pulled the tip towards his nose and took a single tentative lick.
Seth shuddered, and Addison sampled the taste. The rat was sweaty, which he was surprised to find enticing, and he could taste something musky that must be the rat's pre leaking out. Not too bad. He could do this. He wanted to.
He took another lick, and another, washing his tongue over the stiff member and stroking with his paw as he did. Seth's tail wrapped around his chest, and Addison scooted closer, putting his muzzle down over the tip and sucking while rubbing his tongue against it. The smell of rat musk filled his nostrils, mingled with the fresh earthen smell as Seth's paws clutched his cheekruffs and rubbed them. The rat was panting and squirming as Addison decided to take more of his shaft, sliding his muzzle down and up again.
"Harder," Seth panted breathlessly, and Addison obligingly firmed up his lips and pressed his tongue harder against the hot shaft, slurping faster up and down. His muzzle was getting a little tired from trying not to let his teeth graze the skin, but he didn't have to worry about getting worn out. Seth was obviously as worked up as he'd been, and it wasn't more than a few minutes of this harder attention later that he started to gasp, "Okay...okay, Addison, now, now, nownownow..."
Addison thought later that if he'd taken the time to think about it, he probably would've pulled off. But he was enjoying himself and just thought, "He did it, so can I." So he kept his muzzle sealed tight around the rat's shaft as it spasmed and jumped and thrust against him and shot spurt after spurt of hot semen onto his tongue. Seth's paws gripped his fur hard, and his tail tightened as well.
Addison kept sucking as the rat shuddered against him, panting much more quietly than Addison had when he'd come. When Seth finally relaxed, Addison kept his muzzle still, not quite sure what to do. He tried to swallow around the rat's member and couldn't really make that work, but he was afraid of letting it all drip out if he moved his muzzle off the slick shaft. Finally, he just pulled his muzzle back quickly, making Seth jump and giggle, and gulped down the musky liquid.
He grinned up, wiping his sticky muzzle. "Was that okay?"
Seth laughed, and leaned his head down to kiss Addison on the nose. "Very much so. Are you sure you're okay?"
"Mmm." Addison nuzzled him. "I am now. Dunno about tomorrow. But I guess I'm not worried much about tomorrow."
"Me neither." Seth relaxed his tail and paws, and rubbed Addison's ears. "I am a little worried about tonight, though. I need to get a few things done before I go home, and we shouldn't be here anyway. If we get caught...I'd be fired, and you..."
"And I wouldn't have to worry about the dance." Addison sighed. "It's almost worth it."
"You'll be fine." Seth stroked his cheekfur. "You've got it now."
Impulsively, Addison grinned at the little rat who'd burst unexpectedly into his evening and made it something not just different, but memorable. "I'll just pretend she's you."
"Oh." Seth looked uncomfortable and started to do up his pants again. "I don't expect anything, you know, sir..."
Addison sat back and looked at him. "Well, that's good. I don't know what to expect myself. I'm pretty sure my mother wouldn't want me to be dating a gardener. Especially a gay one." He shrugged. "But right now I kinda want to see you again sometime."
"I'd like to see you too." Seth smiled and took Addison's paw as he stood up. "But I should get going now. Don't forget to, uh..." He took Addison's shaft, drooping, but still pretty thick, in his paw, and tucked it gently back into his underwear. "Don't want you running out of here with that hanging out."
"Thanks." Addison smiled, and kissed the rat on the nose. "And...thanks."
"Oh...thank you, sir. Addison." Seth looked up and kissed him back.
They hugged tightly, and then Seth padded quickly to the window and slipped out.
Addison watched him go, a light shape against the darkening lawn. A smile lingered on his muzzle as he collected the books on dancing and softly let himself out of the house.
--
Seth was trimming hedges over by the fountain when he saw the young rabbit walking determinedly towards him. It had to have something to do with the incident with Addison the day before, he thought; she never paid attention to him. He put the trimmers down and watched her warily.
"Seth!" she called as she got closer.
"Yes'm?"
She folded her arms and looked him up and down. "So. Is he gay?"
"I don't know..."
She waved a paw dismissively. "You both left your scents all over the music bench. Maria didn't catch your scent when she went in to dust, only his, and she jumped to conclusions, and, well, that's not here nor there. I went to check for myself and I thought I recognized rat, and I thought it rather unlikely that Addison was consorting with Jonas, considering Jonas is married and about sixty. So. Is he gay?"
"I don't know," Seth said. He was already thinking ahead to where he would go for his next job. "It was...it happened so fast..."
"Hmph," she said with a smile. "I bet it did. Men." She tossed her head, flipping her ears to the other side. "Did he enjoy it?"
He blinked, confused. "I...I think so."
"Well. Good."
He tilted his head. "Beg pardon, ma'am?"
She shrugged. "If we're to be engaged, and eventually married, I don't want him pestering me for sex all the time. Honestly. So it'd be nice for him to have another interest--one that he can't get pregnant. Not a word of this to him," she added sharply.
"No, ma'am." Seth shook his head, trying to figure out this turn of events. He was not only going to keep his job, he was going to be encouraged to spend more nights with the raccoon? "Um...so, I'm not fired?" He had to be sure.
"Good heavens, no." She shrugged. "No harm done, and my mind's more at ease. You might be fired if you don't keep him busy, though."
Seth tried not to grin too broadly. "Yes'm."
"All right then." She looked off to one side. "Strange. If he's gay, I'd have thought he'd be a better dancer."
She walked away without saying good-bye, and only when she'd rounded the fountain and entered the orchard did Seth finally permit himself that smile. "Maybe he just needed the right partner," he said to himself as he picked up the clippers and got back to work, whistling a melody from Liszt.