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7

Sid lubricated the situation with liberal amounts of alcohol. More for his benefit than hers.

Greta was willing to leave for Sid's place almost as soon as they met. And much to Sid's disappointment, she held her booze better than he did.

Greta ended up supporting him as he staggered the block and a half back to the apartment.

"Well, here we are," Greta said in a throaty voice.

"Yeah... this is where the magic happens, I guess."

Greta pushed Sid into his bedroom and closed the door behind them while Sid sat anxiously on the edge of the bed.

Greta stripped out of her glittery halter-top and miniskirt. A vision of foxy womanhood.

The eager vixen pushed Sid back and straddled his hips. She gave a low moan that even Sid could tell was mainly theatrics.

Her tongue invaded his mouth. Sid fumbled with his shirt, those damn buttons were why he preferred his vagrant/casual look.

While he worked on the shirt, Greta slid down the bed and started unfastening his pants.

Before he knew it, Sid was naked with Greta hunched over him, aggressively nipping at his neck. Her soft hand felt blindly for his cock.

"Get it up and let's play," she whispered into his ear.

"Uh... sorry. I guess I had a few too many." Sid turned a shade redder. He knew he should be at full attention.

"Don't worry. We can fix that." She once again slid down Sid.

The fox felt a cool breeze as Greta blew lightly. Then that moist tongue she had just kissed him with.

"Wait. Um... could you maybe use your hands to... wake it up?" Sid doubted he could have sounded any stranger.

"Whatever you want, hot stuff," it's your dime.

Sid closed his eyes. He pictured himself from last night. Naked standing in front of Glen. He remembered the feel of Glen's paw tugging roughly at his rod, forcing pleasure out of utter embarrassment.

The vixen stopped. At some point she'd put a rubber on Sid's member.

Wordlessly she resumed straddling him. Sid felt the warm, wet embrace through his condom.

Sid ran his hands up the female's stomach. He cupped her breasts as she bounced up and down on him.

Greta was shrieking affirmations. "You are a stud! Harder! Harder, you fucking beast!"

Sid closed his eye's again wondering what sex with Glen would be like.

_Focus, you freak!_he admonished himself. And in an aggression born of self-contempt, he began thrusting his hips upward. Squeezing her breasts more forcefully and bringing a moan from Greta's lips.

Sid spasmed as he climaxed. Out of breath and sleepy. Greta rolled off of him. Her arm came to rest across his chest. She leaned in giving his neck another playful bite.

"You were great," she cooed.

Sid opened his eyes and turned his head to look at her. There were no feelings in her eyes and Sid doubted she could find any in his. "You don't mind if I don't walk you back?"

To his surprise Greta did not mind. "After that performance, I'd be surprised if you _could_walk." She smiled and patted his chest. "Take care of yourself, Sid," she said leaving.

Sid pulled the blanket over and went to sleep.

***

8

It felt like a Sunday. Glen had been up since whatever ungodly hour his internal clock was set for. Sid managed to stay in a dreamless sleep until almost nine. Then came the deep roar of the grizzly calling him to make breakfast.

He blurrily shambled into the kitchen. "Morning, Glen," he said.

The bear grunted without taking his eyes from his phone.

While Sid was cooking, Glen asked, "how'd it go last night?"

Sid shrugged. "Good." He did not want to talk about it.

The bear persisted. "I want details, boy."

Sid sighed. There was no point in resisting. "It was strange. She was into me and all... I just..." he shrugged again.

A little angrier than Sid thought was warranted, Glen growled, "the bitch _didn't_screw you?"

"No, no! We fucked. I just didn't enjoy it like I thought I should."

Glen went back to his phone. "That happens. But you keep satisfying me and you might get another shot."

Most of that lazy Sunday was enjoyed in front of Glen's high definition large screen television. Sid wanted to watch low budget horror flicks but Glen decided on binge watching some apparently popular tv show that Sid had never heard of.

Small talk was kept casual. Talk of interests and tastes, mostly. Glen dodged a few questions about what his job was. Aside from that, it was just a normal day.

As the day wore into evening an almost Pavlovian response of growing unease built up inside of Sid. A knot formed in his stomach.

The episode ended and Glen exaggerated a yawn, draping his arm over Sid.

The fox was motionless. He was sure Glen deserved whatever he wanted from him, but that belief did little to alleviate the fear.

"Let's go in the kitchen," Glen whispered. He stood and motioned for the fox to go first.

Sid found himself cornered. Granite counter tops pressed on the base of his spin as the bear closed in on him.

"Get those off," he pointed at the shirt and pants Sid was wearing.

Sid nodded and slipped out of his clothes. He was fast and hoped that the effort was evident.

"I'm guessing you've never had anal."

"W-w-what?" Sid always assumed this would come up, but he really wished Glen would have waited a few weeks.

"My, my, foxy. We are popping your cherries left and right," laughed Glen.

Sid attempted a prayer as Glen stepped out of his pants. That thick dick was growing. "Please, Glen, be gentle," the fox whimpered.

"It's going to hurt. But I'll let you wet my cock. That might make it slide in with less effort."

Sid was horrified at that. He sank to his knees with another plaintive whimper. Staring straight at him was that thick rod. He was almost certain it was bigger than his first estimate. Pre was beginning to leak.

Sid leaned in and pressed his tongue to that salty discharge. He would not even try fitting the bear in his mouth, but worked his tongue over every inch of it. He tried to spread the pre and leave a film of drool. The task left him gagging.

"Up," said Glen.

The grizzly roughly spun the fox around and bent him over the counter.

"Nooo," moaned Sid. His tail tucked itself between his legs.

The bear leaned over him, his gut pressing down on Sid's back. "Suck," commanded Glen, and three fingers were pushed into the fox's mouth.

Sid sucked as best he could. As quick as the entered, they were pulled out. Sid had no time to wonder about it , as the next sensation was Glen's weight lifting off him and a wet digit running up and his ass cheek.

Sid groaned.

The bear raised Sid's tail, pinning it to his back with one hand. The fox shuddered when the wet finger started sliding from his sack up his to his hole. Teasing the tight pucker with small amounts of pressure.

"Relax, Sid," said the deep whisper.

The finger thrust in. Sid shrieked and tried to clench. God, no! Sid bit his lip to keep from yelling his objections to this violation.

Sid bit down harder as he felt Glen push in a second digit and start to twist them. He tasted blood.

Glen pressed down on him again to get closer to the fox's ear. "This will hurt."

"Please don't," whined Sid.

He felt the thick bear fingers pull out only to be replaced with Glen's spit soaked cock. Just the head at first. Sid was completely pinned between Glen and the unyielding kitchen counter. He thrashed his arms, searching for anything to grab but knocking over bowl of fruit instead.

The grizzly pushed deeper at a maddeningly slow pace. Sid could feel himself being ripped wider. "Ssstop!" he hissed. the pain radiated up his back like an electric shock.

The bear pushed in the last few inched. Sid gasped in shallow breaths. The pain stuck like a barbed knife.

Glen pulled out. The fox's hole was stretched beyond capacity. Glen gave a bone shattering roar and drove deep.

Sid let loose an ear splitting shriek. His hands clawing at the smooth granite.

The struggle only excited Glen more. He began pumping his hips. Sid thought his insides were getting speared.

Under that pounding pain Sid had the strangest sensation of pleasure he had ever experienced. The bear's pulsating cock was rubbing against nerves and glands Sid had no idea even existed. Like someone fondling his dick from within. Even having his pelvic bone rammed into the counter did not stop him from getting an erection.

He did not get to enjoy it for long. Glen's manic thrusting was beginning to create a burning sensation. Sid's spit was not enough to counteract the friction.

Knowing the futility of his pleas, Sid could only moan in desperation. He shut his eyes tight and wished for it to end.

The jack-hammering picked up in speed and force. Sid's head was almost slammed into the wall as his impaled ass was rammed again. He could feel liquid running down the inside of his legs.

Glen dug his claws into Sid's shoulder. It elicited only a small whimper from the exhausted fox. With Sid properly braced, the bear shot his load and practically collapsed forward onto the fox.

Sid felt like he was getting cut in half. The warm mass of Glen's belly bore down where Sid was bent over the counters edge. Breathing was hard but it took his mind off the pulsating wood still lodged in his ruined asshole.

The panting grizzly took a moment to catch his breath then drew his member out of Sid. "Fuck," observed Glen. There was blood.

Sid started to slide off the counter. Glen caught him. "That wasn't too bad, now, was it?"

Sid groaned.

"Just stand in the shower for a minute. You need to drain."

Sid lowered his head and waddled toward the bathroom, trying not to let his legs close.

Glen watched the leaking jizz and blood that matted the inside of Sid's thighs. It dd not look like he was hemorrhaging, so Glen saw no need to take the fox to a hospital.

Soon the apartment filled with the sounds of television and running water.

*** 9

It was a rough night for the fox. He could not sleep on his back for obvious reasons, but his stomach hurt to much to comfortably sleep face down.

Glen was already gone when he finally got up. He smiled knowing the bear could have woken him to cook breakfast but let him sleep. Were these feelings towards Glen a two way street, he wondered.

He found on the kitchen table a note propped against the fern on the center of it.

Sid,

You looked like you could use some sleep. I'll try to call after lunch. There's a plate of spam in the microwave.

"I guess, 'thanks for the great sex' is implied," grumbled Sid.

After piling a small hill of pillows before the couch, he gingerly lowered himself, wincing, to enjoy a plate of cold spam and a generous helping of bad television.

This is heaven, thought the fox. But reconsidered quickly after a twinge of pain reminded him of last night's ordeal.

As a talk show featuring a possum couple shouting at each other over why their son was born with the ears of a rabbit and a cotton puff of a tail, Sid reflected on how things were going.

Sex with Glen was a little on the dangerous side and he doubted he could ever come to enjoy it, but the grizzly was a really nice under that gruff exterior.

The show's host was now giving the camera a bemused look as security pried apart the fighting marsupials.

The sex... thought Sid. That was the hardest part (he snickered at his own innuendo). A fur can get used to anything, he tried to assure himself. Some practice and some time. The first time was always painful, he'd heard a girl say. He could not see it becoming any more painful.

The talk show host was now bringing out a heavily tattooed hare wearing baggy pants that sagged to his knees and a sweat stained wife-beater.

"I think I handled it pretty good," Sid said to himself. "It's not like I cried a lot, this time."

The talk show host ducked as a chair sailed over him, knocking the camera over.

"Am I his boyfriend?" Saying that aloud was a bit of a shock to Sid. "No way in hell I'm his girlfriend. Still have some fucking pride."

The television displayed a "technical difficulties" graphic.

Sid gave a humorless laugh at how aptly that described how he was feeling.

Noon found Sid leaning over the kitchen table staring at his phone.

"Boooored," he howled.

He carried the phone back and forth around the apartment in a quest to find something to do. Things were spotless. Supper was ready for the oven. There was nothing on the thousands of channels. Glen's laptop had a password lock. He was out of money and not feeling up to a long walk. And by two, Glen had not called.

Sid was finding the domestic life rather dull.

While dinner was cooking the fox had an idea to get a part time job for during the day. With the nice clothes Glen bought him, a working phone number and no longer being on the verge of starvation, Sid figured he might have a chance even with the recession.

If he could convince Glen, that is. The fox hated to think of himself as anyone's bitch, but it would be wise to get the bear's permission. Why tempt fate?

Sid rehearsed numerous scenarios for when Glen got home. Most revolved around showing him how beneficial it would be. Sid would offer him most of the money, it would not come close to paying half the rent, but he might appreciate the effort. And he would assure the bear that it would in no way interfere with his current duties.

Much of his rehearsals ended with him whining about how bored he was getting during the day. An alternative approach would be to ask Glen during a blow job. How could he say no to someone sucking his dick, Sid wondered.

In the end, Sid opted for a subtle approach. Maybe some reverse psychology. Ideally, Glen would order Sid to get a job.

The sound of keys turning the lock. Glen entered.

"Hi!" The fox greeted him.

Glen grunted an acknowledgment.

Sid plated the dinner and held off as long as he could. "Glen, um, could I get, like a part time job?"

"You already have a job as my little fuck-toy."

Sid blushed. Not just from embarrassment. "I... There's nothing to do all day. I... miss you." That surprised the bear enough for him to put down a forkful of baked potato.

Sid was a little surprised himself. Did I mean what I just said? he thought.

The fox intended to take full advantage of Glen being off balance.

"Just something to keep me busy while you're away. You can have the money I make if you want." Sid studied his plate and wished he could stop the flow of blood to his face.

"Really?" asked Glen.

"Y-yeah. It won't be much. I don't think I could find anything above minimum wage-"

"Not that. You 'miss' me?"

Damn it, Glen, let it go. Sid shrugged. "Yeah," he said bashfully.

"Ok."

"I can get a job?" Subconsciously Sid did not think Glen would go for it.

"Yes."

Sid grinned. His tail swished out the back of his chair. He needed to do something before he got emotional.

The fox stood and offered to get Glen another stake. "I'll go downtown tomorrow. Those burger joints are always birding people to mop floors and shit."

The fox was behind him at the stove. "I could get you a job at my company. It pays a lot more than minimum wage."

For the first time, Sid saw Glen jump as he lean over an planted a kiss on the grizzly's cheek.