Velvet Vapor
This is for a writing challenge in a Telegram group I joined (link here if you're interested: https://t.me/joinchat/TXMB1RU1ETeKOakg)). At just over a thousand words, we would write a short story fitting a chosen theme. The new theme for this week is, "The dosage makes the difference."
There's nothing much I can say when writing this. I knocked around a few ideas and suddenly, this appeared in my head. I love exploring new futuristic inventions that can be utilized for sexual fun. My only regret is not finding a way to incorporate foreskin play, considering the date (it's 4/4, AKA 'Foreskin Day' for the porn community, hehe). Otherwise, I hope you enjoy what I managed to come up with, and if you liked it, be sure to leave your thoughts in a comment down below! Thank you, and I wish a happy a weekend for everybody! <3
According to the holo-commercials, the right dosage made all the difference.
I stood in the center of my apartment bedroom, window blinds shut and a red neon glow emulating above my hovering bed frame, draping my powerful tiger body and partially camouflaging my vulpine lover for the night. We were both completely naked. My orange and black fur shimmered from a recent shower and thorough brushing. His dark crimson fur practically glowed underneath the atmospheric mood. So did the rose-tinted cheeks and eyes staring up at me as he lay sprawled on the bed.
Besides ourselves and the air freshener in the corner of the room, the only scent either of our noses could detect was the strawberry lube. The bottle sat on the nightstand while a good portion of it was already applied and the leaking underneath my fox’s tail, which wagtails I approached while holding my latest purchase: an egg-shaped container filled with the latest Velvet Vapor™ in cherry flavor.
“Remember,” I growled, gesturing a clawed finger at his spread legs, “the minute it hurts, you tell me. No bullshitting, got it?”
“Please,” he panted with utter excitement, moaning, “I will. Just do it, please…!”
I let out a lustful chuff, nodded, then twisted the container open above the fox. A purple mist flooded past my fingers, descending on the smaller canine, who squirmed and panted heavily, like a bitch in heat. Not a bad analogy, in all honesty.
On any normal hookup, I would gladly take my rigid meat stick and shove it up a man’s tailhole the minute he was prepped. However, I only used to make sure my sexual partner could handle my length and girth. As a tiger, I could never go for a small mammal like a rabbit or fox. Unless I solely wanted oral, which only happened between extremely tiring shifts that left me completely exhausted, I had to be with mammals my own size. Bears, lions, wolves, and fellow tigers didn’t always itch my scratch though, and as much as I yearned to have rough sex with any male species, I also never wanted to accidentally hurt them. Too often, I read about horror stories where a stronger mammal accidentally hospitalized their partner of a smaller species midway through sex. I could never forgive myself if that ever happened to me.
Which was why the instant that something like Velvet Vapor went on the market, I instantly went to the nearest Sexporium and invited an anonymous fox to try it out. Neither of us knew each other’s name, yet he was just as excited to test the new airborne drug. Based on the way he made moaning and chirping noises, it sounded like the Vapor began coursing through my bottom bitch’s system.
I tentatively stepped forward to the bed and placed the container aside. My body leaned down into position. I inhaled. I exhaled. My barbed cock refused to wilt. Neither did the vulpine knot throbbing and leaking against his lithe stomach. Both paws grasped his smaller digits, wrapping around them atop his hips as we locked lust-clouded eyes, and I slowly thrusted in.
The fox’s eyes gradually went wide. Not in pain or the likes of it, but out of…discomfort, as he described it to me. Dull aches at best and a foreign weight within his rectum at worst.
According to the holographic ads and commercial demonstrations, the dosage that my fox lover had breathed and absorbed into his lungs was slowly Dowling his pain centers and loosening his anal passage to a temporarily excessive degree. It would continue to be that way for the following three hours, depending on metabolism. Throughout it all, neither of us looked away nor did we stop holding paws in a death grip with every inch pushed forward.
As for me? Never before had something felt so soft and yet tight around my slick shaft. Not even the most expensive flashlight could compare to feeling the red fox penetrated on half my own cock. By the time that I inserted two-thirds inside, maybe three-fourths at most, his belly already bulged with my feline tip.
“Doing okay?”
“Y-Yeah…I think?”
I glanced down, slowly pulling my dick out and letting him feel each barb.
“You’re doing good, foxy. Good foxy…”
“Nnnngh, that’s…ooh, so big! P-Please…”
I let out another lustful chuff, my tip kissing his spread entrance. “Yeah?”
“P-Please…go…harder!”
Something clicked on the inside my brain. It wasn’t the new role chip that I used to explore the 3.0 Internet. No, it was actually my repressed desire to fornicate like a carnal beast. So, I did.
The apartment I lived in happened to be one of over two thousand inside my immense skyscraper block. Which intern happened to be one of at least three dozen throughout the hellish neon city. All of them were capable of surviving a nuclear war as well as keeping out everything from radiation and poisonous atmosphere to moaning screens and black comedy. Each apartment was also capable of suppressing noises both inside and outside their walls, which included loud sexual moans and screaming orgasms. Such as the ones from me and my fox lover.
He absolutely enjoyed it. I enjoyed every second of it too. My cock couldn’t get enough of it and my shaft could not stop thrusting back-and-forth, relishing in the taken virginity and how much I wanted to keep fucking. Sweat trickled from my forehead onto his chest, huffing in and out for air I provided with my lips. By the time that I started in the air my first orgasm, one of my paws had squeezed tighter around my thrusting feline dick, feeling my barbs push in and out, my cockhead kissing the prostate deep within. Every subtle movement made my handsome fox shutter delightedly, that bulge in his stomach growing and growing once I emptied my seed inside him, collapsing atop my vulpine hookup. Then, marveling as it shrank the instant that I pulled my dick out of him, and he emptied my cum on a provided towel.
To us though, the most fascinating thing to happen post-coitus was the lack of soreness. He didn’t hurt at all. Not one bit, not even as we eagerly went for round two and three. Four even later, once I tried out the Vapor for myself.
“Velvet Vapor: Reignite Your Lust for Life!”