The Itch
#3 of Fae's Christmas Music-Themed Special!
Hello furballs, and welcome to Fae's Christmas Music-Themed Special! Christmas falls on a weekday this year, and I couldn't think of a better way to celebrate and give the furry community something than with this; five stories, one new one each day. Yes, five smutty days of Christmas, delivered from me to you!
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday, the 22nd, 23rd, 24th and 26th, are going to see the upload of a short story. The plot's a little thin if really there at all, but there's plenty of smutty goodness in store for readers of those stories! However, on Thursday, the 25th, Christmas day, there's a little something special planned. More smut for your buck, and probably one of the longest stories you'll see me upload to YS. A must read, if I dare toot my own horn!
Each story is titled after and/or inspired by one of my favourite songs (with lyrics and a link to it provided after the story), thus this being a Music-Themed special. Nope, none of these stories are really Christmas-y, but there's going to be plenty of reindeer sex and fun under the mistletoe uploaded from a lot of people. The gift doesn't have to reflect the season completely, after all! Or at least, I hope it doesn't; this could be a colossal failure of a project if it does.
So! On the third day of Christmas, what did Fae give to ye? Read on to find out!
- Ol' Saint Fae
The Itch
Jarred didn't view himself as a bad person. He knew he certainly wasn't all that great, but he didn't think he was too bad. He gave and he took, and he tried to keep it balanced pretty well. He just... got bored. That was all.
The tall racoon couldn't help it, really. He'd always been like that; bouncing from one thing to the next, unable to sit still. Even on lethargic days, he couldn't bring himself to stop moving. He always had to be doing something, always had to be on the move. If he didn't, Jarred was certain he'd die of boredom.
Ice blue eyes scanned the room around him. It was a veritable buffet of the flesh as he saw it; different people and different species swaying and gyrating their bodies to the heavy music. Some called it a dance floor. Some called the building a club. Jarred called it the market, and there was always something new to pick up.
He never dressed up too much when heading out to clubs like that one. A tight pair of jeans to show off his assets, an equally tight shirt concealing a toned but not overly muscled chest, and a black leather jacket were the only clothing he wore that night. Sure, Jarred could have donned more, worn a more elaborate and more enticing setup. The fact was that he simply knew he didn't have to. He only needed to sit and wait.
He sat as close as he could to the dancing people as possible. The raccoon had to have front-row seats when scouting out someone new and the club seemed to agree with him; several leather couches were arrayed around the dancers, in optimal position to allow those sitting on them to view the whole floor. Jarred never knew if his next conquest even saw him before he was chosen, but the 'coon was certain that he would soon feel grateful for the selection. The cute boys he went after always did, in the end.
Jarred smirked as he leaned back in his chair, sipping from a tall, blue-tinted glass as he scanned the crowd once again. It had been far too long since he'd allowed himself to visit those clubs again. The racoon had let himself be tied down for a little while, to be bound to a single guy. Jarred might even have gone so far as to say that he'd loved that little mouse boy.
Four months in though, the restlessness had become too much for him to bear. The mouse had begged him not to go, that he could change and be better for him. He'd even suggested that he could let other guys into the relationship, to keep Jarred satisfied. Jarred had to explain that it wasn't that simple for him, that it needed to be a constant thing. That the mouse had been wonderful, but that he was simply... bored. That he needed more.
The little mouse had been devastated, even though from the outset Jarred had told him that their relationship was based heavily in sex. He'd gotten too attached to Jarred, so much so that he'd never seen the forewarned ending coming. That mouse was probably still sitting at home even while Jarred sat in the club, contemplating who the lucky one invited to his bed next would be.
It didn't even bother Jarred that he'd broken up with the mouse three hours before. That was how he knew he wasn't the best guy in the world. It never bothered him in the slightest to do it, though he often avoided letting himself be talked into being bound by a relationship. He usually left them after their one night of lust, diving back into the fray a few days later. That was the game. But that little mouse had just been too good a fuck for Jarred to settle for once.
Still, as he trailed a finger slowly down the side of his glass, Jarred knew he'd not let himself be so caught up again. Not anytime in the near future, at any rate. He smiled a little wider as a lithe fox caught his eye, the boy winking across the dance floor at him even as Jarred leaned further back. He was certainly cute enough, that youngish face and awkward dancing betraying his inexperience in a club like that one. For as inexperienced as he looked though, Jarred could see the want smouldering in the vulpine's gaze. The fox too knew what he was there for.
Deep blue eyes met ice grey across the dance floor. The fox's paws ran up and down his sides as he moved, his hips swaying back and forth in time with the music. The fox had forgone a shirt entirely it seemed, or perhaps he'd just discarded it elsewhere, leaving his chest and back fully exposed for all to see. His crotch though was barely clad, the remains of what had once been a pair of jeans protecting whatever modesty the vulpine dancer still had. The denim was torn and tattered, only just covering enough to still even be considered 'shorts'.
Jarred smirked as he watched the fox sashay across the dance floor, his every movement calculated and deliberate. Usually the racoon didn't like to go for the stereotype for any specie; usually he went out of his way for the different ones. He had to admit though as he watched the vulpine's body undulate in that sea of colour and fur, rhythm pounding hot and heavy through the air, that he saw why the vulpine reputation was so well deserved. And after all, the most common flavour was sometimes the best one to sample.
The invitation was subtle enough that some might miss it entirely. Some had, in the past. That miniscule nod of the raccoon's head, the tilting up of his chin, it was so easy to miss. Only the ones looking upon him ever noticed it, and only the ones he watched in return were intended to receive it. The fox was his focus, and Jarred had already decided that he would be his choice that night. That the fox would be his.
The invitation sent, Jarred didn't have to wait very long for a reply. The fox never once stopped dancing, never once slowed those rippling hips as he swam through the sea of bodies, making his way to the edge of the dance floor. His walk was slow and casual once he shifted into it, his eyes never leaving Jarred's face as he drew ever closer to the racoon sitting before him.
As the fox stood finally before him, Jarred sat up higher on the couch. One of his paws shifted to his lap, fingers squeezing tightly and openly at the bulge in those almost-too-tight jeans as he smiled up at the fox. His grin only widened as he watched the vulpine flick his eyes down to that paw, watching Jarred grope himself through his pants. The vulpine's own smile twitched a little wider as Jarred watched, and the racoon was certain he saw the tip of the fox's tongue lick across his lips at the sight.
Desire rose through Jarred as he let his eyes roam over the body of his fox, and that same desire set the bulge in his jeans starting to grow larger before the vulpine's eyes. Even as he continued to grope and rub at his concealed, swelling sheath, the raccoon lifted his free arm and extended his paw to the fox. He curled one finger towards himself as he winked. "Come here, foxie," the gesture said. "Come to me."
The fox was all too happy to obey. Slowly he reached out a paw of his own, grasping the raccoon's outstretched hand and squeezing it gently. As the fox started to move towards the couch again Jarred pulled him quickly forward and down. His eyes widening, the vulpine found his lips pressed tightly up against that of the raccoon.
Releasing the fox's paw and wrapping his arm around the boy's waist, Jarred wasted no time in leaning up deeper into the kiss. Their tongues met as he tilted his head upwards, the strongly salty taste in the fox's mouth setting the raccoon's lips smiling against the vulpine's. That taste told him what he'd first suspected when he'd seen the fox on the floor; this cute boy was no virgin. His dancing might not be so refined, but that taste betrayed the fox's true talents. He was a slut, and he'd already had some fun that night. He knew exactly what he was doing, just as Jarred did.
The raccoon leaned deeper into the kiss as he released the bulge in his jeans. As he brought that paw up to squeeze tightly at the fox's hip, he felt the fox take a little initiative of his own. A shiver of pleasure wormed its way up Jarred's spine as he felt the fox's skilful and obviously experienced paws working his fly open, and he openly groaned in pleasure as those probing fingers worked into his pants to stroke and rub at his sheath. Fuck, but that raccoon had missed such a touch.
It was almost more than Jarred could bear, but he kept his composure. He was well known in clubs like that one, and it wouldn't have been appropriate at all for him to be seen blowing his load so easily into the first little slut to get into his pants. Still, he couldn't help but feel himself growing harder by the second under that bad little foxie's touch. That good little foxie's touch.
That little foxie was the first to pull back from the kiss, murring and panting quietly through his nose. The sound was completely lost to the beat of the music pulsing through the air, but Jarred could feel every little puff of hot air against his cheek. As he inhaled deeply himself he could smell the fox beside him, that rich, sweaty, musky scent that came from a night of vigorous dancing. Beyond that he could smell other males; how many he couldn't possibly know, but the scent was strong. The fox did know what he was doing.
Despite drawing back from the kiss, the fox wasn't willing to release Jarred's shaft nearly so easily. Soft little fingers worked up and down over the raccoon's malehood and sheath, coaxing inch after inch up and into the tight confines of those jeans. Jarred simply leaned back and closed his eyes, murring softly himself as he left the fox to his work.
The shadow moving over him was the first thing he noticed, even behind closed eyelids. Jarred felt the fox's lips once more pressing against his own as his eyes flicked briefly open, quick enough to catch that nearly naked vulpine body crawling up and over his own. The fox's knees were planted to either side of Jarred's hips, and as the raccoon watched, he could feel the little vulpine pressing his backside down and against his open fly. The fox ground down against him, just as his still-stroking paw gently closed around Jarred's shaft. He didn't know how the fox's jeans had come down, how they were only around one red-furred leg, and how none of the club's patrons or staff had noticed. Nor did he particularly care.
The raccoon groaned softly into the vulpine's muzzle, one arm wrapping around behind his shoulders while his other paw squeezed tightly at the fox's hips. He felt his shaft pulled gently up and out of his jeans, hidden from sight by the sultry vulpine straddling him and pressing against him so tightly. For a brief moment Jarred felt the heavily-hanging sac of the fox, rubbing up against his cock gently. He caught the fox's eyes as he glanced back up, their locked lips both curling into tight smiles. The weight of those orbs and the glint in the fox's eyes told Jarred enough; the fox didn't need to cum, himself. He wanted to be used. He wanted to be fucked, right there, and left afterwards. Exactly the kind of boy Jarred liked the most. Exactly the kind of boy Jarred needed that night.
As the fox gently guided Jarred's tip up against his entrance, the raccoon drew back from their kiss with a wide grin. His hips twitched upwards, grinding the tip of his malehood up against the fox's eager tailhole. He caught the vulpine's grin and the blush tingeing both cheeks and ears at the same time as he felt the familiar warm wetness rubbing back against his cock. He could feel it clearly; the fox had only recently been taken by someone else. The remnants of that tryst were still inside the vulpine, keeping him nice and slick and perfectly ready to be taken again.
Jarred needn't have moved an inch; the eager little fox boy was more than happy to do all the work. As the raccoon leaned back in the chair and squeezed his foxie tightly, the boy in his lap started to wriggle himself slowly downwards onto his shaft. One inch vanished into that slick, well-used rump, then another, and another. The fox's tail wagged slowly back and forth as it hid from view what was going on. Jarred smirked; that club didn't appreciate fucking in the open. A little thrill ran through him as the eager fox's backside sank down lower and lower onto him, his thick length devoured by a hungry, lustful body as dozens, perhaps hundreds of other beings moved around them.
His legs spread a little wider as he held the fox tightly, Jarred's body tingling with pleasure as finally the little fox boy settled himself down into the raccoon's lap. He felt the warmth of the vulpine's body wrapped around every last inch of his rock-hard shaft, the first trickle of his pre mingling with the fluids of the other males who'd spent themselves there that night. Jarred grinned up at the fox, and the fox grinned back. They both knew it, completely and unabashedly. He might have been a slut, but he didn't care. He enjoyed what he did too much to care. The fox loved cock. He loved cum. He loved just getting fucked.
Jarred was all too happy to give the fox what he so loved. Shifting both paws to the fox's rump, he squeezed his prize tightly and started to lift him up slightly off his length. He saw the fox bite his lower lip as he was lifted, squirming slightly as if to sink himself quickly back down once again. The raccoon held him steady though, murring once more as he felt the lashing of the vulpine's tail rubbing up between his thighs. He grinned wide as he heard over the music the sound of his fox whimpering with need, those slick muscles squeezing down tightly around his shaft.
With that whimper and squeeze, Jarred surrendered himself to the slutty little fox's body. Almost immediately the fox pushed himself back down, hilting the raccoon's shaft once more inside his body. A hissed gasp escaped the fox's lips as he rocked himself back and forth slowly, grinding Jarred's length firmly against his inner walls. The fox gave a soft, barely audible moan, his whole body twitching in pleasure and squeezing down around Jarred. The 'coon grinned; he had found the fox's sweet spot.
Immediately Jarred started to grind his hips up into the vulpine's rump, groaning softly in pleasure himself as the fox pressed back down into his lap. The raccoon started to thrust slowly, his tight grip on the fox's hips keeping his prize firmly in place as he worked himself up and down, pumping in and out of that well-bred tailhole. With every buck of his hips, with every twitch and throb of his shaft as it was shoved hard and deep into the fox, he made sure to grind himself against that one spot, sending pleasure sparkling through the vulpine's mind.
It was pure relief to Jarred as he worked himself up into those tightly squeezing muscles, somehow still snug after being so thoroughly and obviously abused earlier. This was what he'd missed. He didn't know the fox's name, and likely never would. They'd met in lust, and there they were, locked in passion right in front of everyone. As the dancing people moved their bodies together, so too did Jarred and the fox, lost in a dance of their own.
The beat of the loud music around them heralded a fresh thrust from Jarred as his body moved against the fox's, the vulpine above him grunting and groaning in pleasure. He felt the fox pushing down just as hard into him, desperate to feel the raccoon's shaft spearing his depths, pushing into him as far as it could go. The martial beats continued, driving both needy bodies against each other over and over. The music grew louder around Jarred even as the rest of the club's patrons faded away from his awareness. His entire world was the music and the fox riding him.
The relief of finally being with someone new again began to fade away, replaced with urgent need. His body tingled with pleasure as the fox boy in his lap started to ride him with renewed vigour, and as Jarred glanced down, he could see the throbbing length of his partner's malehood peeking out from beneath those torn denim scraps he wore. The fox's pre was spilling out as much as Jarred's own, the 'coon's fluids swallowed up by the fox's greedy body even as the vulpine's tapered tip rubbed up against Jarred's shirt.
Jarred cared little for the staining of his shirt as the fox's pre soaked through and into his fur, concerned far more for the load he felt building within him. It had been days since he'd let himself go; he'd not even bothered to fuck his little mouse boy before ending it. Urgent, desperate need was growing within Jarred's body as his shaft was squeezed and rubbed and devoured by the fox in his lap. No matter what Jarred wanted, he knew it was only a matter of time before the fox felt a fresh load pumped up under his tail. Just like his fox obviously wanted.
It was written on the boy's face as he bucked himself up and down on that thick, throbbing length of flesh. The squeezing shut of his eyes against the feeling of his backside being pounded so thoroughly, the flaring of his nostrils with each panted breath, desperate for air. The shaking and shivering of his body, despite the almost oppressive heat of the club and their animal lust, the needy squeezing of his inner muscles around Jarred's cock. Perhaps most telling of all though were the fox's paws, all but wringing the fur of Jarred's back, fingers tightly pressed into the raccoon's body with desperate abandon. It was obvious to anyone who cared to look in on them that the fox was riding Jarred for all he was worth.
So many little things tugged at Jarred's control as he dug his fingers into the fox's hips, pulling him down hard into his upward thrusts. The eyes of the club's other patrons on their writhing bodies. The warmth provided by the alcohol he'd drunk just before the fox had slipped over to him. The insistent tugging by his fox's squeezing, cum-slicked inner walls. The scent of their rutting. The beat of the music. The thick, hot air of the club. The flash of the lights in the dark. All of them, each little one pulled at Jarred's control, fraying it just that little bit more. Teasing him to the edge.
It was the needful whimper of the fox that did it, that wordless begging almost lost to the din of the club. The arching of the vulpine's back as he bucked down harder still onto Jarred's cock, spearing himself deep and spreading his body wide around that throbbing, pulsing shaft. It was too much for Jarred to handle. The raccoon immediately leaned forward as the fox lifted his head, and he bit down hard at the vulpine's neck. The result was instant; his fox gave a fresh gasp and squeezed down around Jarred's malehood, clenching tighter than the raccoon thought the slutty fox was even capable of. He thrust up hard, slamming himself to the hilt in the fox's rump even as his grip on the vulpine's hips pulled him down, grinding up against his prize as he let himself go.
Pleasure exploded in Jarred's mind and flowed through his body, centering on his pulsing shaft as hot, thick relief flooded the fox held tightly in his lap. Jet after jet of pent-up need erupted within the sultry beast held against his body, his seed splattering and marking the fox's insides, claiming him if only for the moment, if only until the next male.
Jarred held the fox still as he tried to writhe and wriggle upon the raccoon's lap. A quiet, long, deep moan of pleasure issued from Jarred's mouth was silenced as the fox's pressed down over it, locking their lips together in another impassioned kiss. Jarred leaned up into that kiss, his tongue dancing with the fox's as his heart thudded in time to the music, every beat marking a fresh spurt of his seed up into the vulpine grinding down against his lap, feeding that insatiable body just what it had wanted and needed.
The music around them broke briefly between songs, and in that moment, the white-hot pleasure of climax faded to the smouldering embers of afterglow. Jarred panted softly as he opened his eyes, wondering exactly when he'd closed them as he looked upon the fox in his lap. His lips twitched back into a coy smile as he watched the vulpine panting. The fox's eyes were still closed, his body fallen momentarily still after being so thoroughly filled. Jarred's eyes travelled lower, his smile broadening as his eyes fell upon the fox's shaft. The fox may not have cared if he'd cum or not, but the thick, warm ropes of seed soaking into Jarred's shirt told the raccoon that he'd certainly done something right.
The fox started to slowly stir, his eyelids fluttering as they opened. Once more their eyes met, ocean blue against ice grey. Both fox and raccoon grinned wide as the each ground firmly against the other, and both fox and raccoon groaned softly. Their grins widened as they looked each other in the eye.
The fox winked coyly as he squeezed tightly at the shaft embedded in his rump. "Again?" was the question it clearly asked.
Jarred could only nod as he squeezed the fox tightly against himself. His malehood was still hard, still hilted in the fox, and his need hadn't diminished in the least. The night was young, the company was good, and the music was ramping up once more.
Again.
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The Itch
Ha ha ha (ahh)
Don't wanna hurt you (hurt you baby)
You think you love me, but you don't really know me
Don't wanna hurt you (hurt you baby)
Wanna good ride, not a backseat drive
Ahhhhh ooh - ah ah ah I need
Ahhhhh ohh - something inside that you can't provide me
I'm feeling the itch again
I need to get tricked again
I'm starting to twitch again
I feel the itch again
I'm starting to twitch again
I need to get tricked again
I'm feelin' the itch again
I feel the itch
i-i-itch, i-i-i-i-itch (ahh)
i-i-itch (ahh), i-i-i-i-itch
Don't wanna to hurt you (hurt you baby)
You can hug me, but you can't really hold me
What I do, it's crazy
Don't wanna be cold, but I'm out of control
Ahhhhh ooh - ah ah ah that's true
Ahhhhh ooh - wish I could, but I can't be good
I'm feeling the itch again
I need to get tricked again
I'm starting to twitch again
I feel the itch again
I'm starting to twitch again
And I need to get tricked again
I'm feelin' the itch
I feel the itch
I feel the itch again
i-i-itch, i-i-i-i-itch (ahh)
i-i-itch (ahh), i-i-i-i-itch
Cause I wanna go down, wanna feel my heart pound
Don't you know that I get restless
You can't reach where I need scratching
So feel the itch again
Ahhhhh ooh - ah ah ah I need
Something inside that you can't provide me
I'm feeling the itch again
I need to get tricked again
I'm starting to twitch again
I feel the itch again
I'm starting to twitch again
I need to get tricked again
I'm feelin' the itch again
I feel, I feel the itch, itch
Feeling the itch again
I need to get tricked again
I'm starting to twitch again
I feel the itch again
I'm starting to twitch again
I need to get tricked again
I'm feelin' the itch again
I feel the itch
Yeah yeah, I feel the itch again
I-i-itch
And there you have it; the third story of Fae's Christmas Music-Themed Special! Please leave some comments down below (including the obligatory "I Came!" if you did so!), to let me know how you liked it! Give it a rating, a fav, anything! And don't forget; there's still so much more to come!
Especially since tomorrow is Christmas Day, which means the big present is unwrapped for you in a mere twenty-four hours! That's right, you've had your drinks and appetizers, now it's almost time to dig in to the main course! Take care, furballs, and stay tuned for tomorrow's prezzie!