One Last Fuck
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, "One final request."
Say hello to my first writing piece of 2026! I think I managed to fit this week's theme pretty well, didn't I? And boy, was it fun to get back in the swing of things! :3
“What is your last meal going to be today?” they asked.
“A meat lover’s pizza with cheese curds added on top,” I replied. “Make sure the crust is burnt slightly.”
Somebody jotted it down on a notepad.
“And what is your final request before being executed?” they asked.
I pretended to silently mull it over before smirking. “Speaking of meat lover’s…I want just one more thing…”
“Well, what is it?” they asked, already impatient.
I readjusted my jumpsuit. “One last fuck.”
I had been a very naughty brown bear. I helped my best friend commit some of the most successful bank robberies of the 21st century so far. We murdered, we stole, we jaywalked and refused to pay taxes. We were in the process of robbing Florida’s national bank when circumstances led to us getting separated, though. I took the fall while he managed to escape, and after months of litigation, and having my crimes displayed for the world to see, my time had seemingly come.
But not before I had fun one more time.
I sat in the conjugal visiting bedroom, facing the door. I gripped my knees and punctured the orange jumpsuit with my trimmed claws with enough force. It was taking too long. Shadows passed by the foggy glass window as I waited. A part of me worried that he wouldn’t come. I would be escorted straight to my cell where the fabulous meal would be waiting for me.
Finally, a smaller shadow stood in front of the doorway. An alarm buzzed, and then, the doors one open to reveal a petite fennec fox in his early thirties. He wore short blue jeans and a tacky shirt advertising the newest soda. He positively beamed at me while ignoring the guards instructions to not take any longer than an hour. The minute that the door closed, locking with a firm clang, we swung into action. Neither of us could wait any longer.
A shorter muzzle collided with mine. We kissed for several sweet seconds before departing for air, and I whispered an obvious question to the smaller canine. “How long?” I asked softly.
“Just as long,” he murmured. “Maybe ten less…”
“Then let’s make the most of this time,” I chuckled, already ripping his shirt open. “Bon appétit. Hehehe…”
We kissed much deeper than earlier. As much as I enjoyed it when Lucas submitted to me fully, letting my long bear tongue slither down his throat like an invading python, I greatly enjoyed it when the fennec fox asserted his own form of dominance. He bit down on my tongue and slammed his muzzle against mine, then roughly pushed me down the top of the utilitarian prison bed until I lay entirely on my back.
“Don’t. Move. At all,” he ordered with emphasis. I nodded each time, and he chuckled while unzipping my jumpsuit and lowering it along with his denim short shorts. “Dumb brute.”
Of course, he would already be lubricated back there. I slid inside of him like a glove, or rather, he slid himself down on me like I was nothing but a dildo. A simple sexual object that belonged to him. I growled with excitement as he roughly descended upon my thickness in one fell swoop, barely flinching from the pain. He didn’t even look discomforted. Lucas simply snarled and lifted himself up before collapsing back down from tip to shaft and then base. When I tried grasping his hips, the fennec fox hissed at me to hold his ankles instead and stare up at him as he pinned me down. Up and down, up and down. Anytime I tried to deviate or take control, he’d twist my nipples hard enough to no longer be pleasurable. It didn’t stop me from trying though, something I knew that he knew that I liked.
He was so beautiful, straddling my torso. The smaller male dominated me while allowing me the privilege of fucking him senseless. He controlled how fast I penetrated him, how far I penetrated him, sometimes riding me quick, but most of the time dragging everything out as soon as I started to show signs of peaking towards orgasm. The tease would slow down. He would smirk pitifully down at me, tease me about being a mindless brute, which only somehow got me even harder. Which intern encouraged Lucas to slide himself up and down my thick pillar until my cock started to hurt. It begged for a release. I started begging for release.
This one time for what felt like over an hour, maybe two.
However, the loud ticking clock along the wall told me it had only been about forty-nine minutes when my fennec fox decided to pick up the pace. He no longer slowly gyrated his hips. His soft, fluffy tail stopped brushing against my balls to tickle them. For the briefest moment, he let me take control, and after giving me a knowing nod, didn’t object to when I grasped both of his slim hips and came buckets inside him.
My memory went blank for several minutes. It wasn’t until I felt his lips on mine that I opened my eyes and smiled softly. If I did plan to die that day, what we had just done would’ve been the perfect way to go out. An amazing fuck as well as deliciously greasy food afterwards. It was a real shame that I wouldn’t get to enjoy the latter after having the former. Oh well.
We kissed more leisurely in the afterglow, murring and panting happily. We even started licking each other’s faces clean. Neither of us said a word. We didn’t need to. This was my punishment, for getting caught and sentenced. This was my reward, for not riding my best friend or the mastermind of our operation out, for keeping silent. And lastly, this was reunion sex, after months and months of separation from the devious fennec fox I loved so dearly.
At last, the door swung open to reveal a guard. “Alright, you two get dressed and—”
Alarms blared out. The two of us immediately got to work and knocked him down along with his other prison guard coworker. We abandoned taking their clothes after realizing they would not fit. However, we did take their guns and badges, plus the radios.
Insertion. Distraction. Extraction.
All good escape plans from prison involved those three stages. Lucas proved to be the best insertion, lying to the warden and everyone else that he happened to be a very old flame of mine, and not the brains behind me and my best friend’s operation. Meanwhile, I would later learn that night, cuddled up in bed within our gang’s little hideout somewhere deep in the Midwest, that the distraction came in the form of a virus, Lucas secretly uploaded to the prison’s computer systems after turning in his phone upon arrival. Plus, a few dozen prisoners agreeing to start a massive riot in exchange for thousands of dollars being sent to their loved ones on the outside. And lastly, the extraction arrived in the form of my best friend, possessing a helicopter with enough mini gun bullets to take on a tiny country.
Lucas and I stormed through the empty halls of the prison wielding nothing but handguns. It must’ve been a comically erotic sight, though very few lived to witness the scene of a burly brown bear and a lithe fennec fox streaking naked—and leaking bear jizz out his angelic ass and down his legs—through a prison in chaos towards the roof. All the doors lay open, and all the guards were focused on the prison yard, trying to maintain control, but failing spectacularly. We barely even had to shoot more than a few bullets between us as we approached the waiting chopper and stepped inside.
“About time you get me out, motherfucker!” I growled happily, patting my best friend’s back as he lifted us into the air. “I’ve been waiting months and was going to be executed today!”
“You and I both know I never fucked my mother,” he cackled playfully. “And we got you out, didn’t we? And you got to have kinky prison sex!”
“No complaints here!” Lucas shouted at us. “Now get us out of this shit show!”
He cackled again, “Loud and clear!”
We flew away from the prison and into the sunset, like an old western film. Lucas and I hugged for a good portion of the ride after it was clear we wouldn’t be followed. The plan was simple; ditch the chopper, dress in unassuming clothes, get to the hideout, and then plan our next big heist.
Well, after we all rested. Not to mention taking the time to enjoy a second round with Lucas, of course. Maybe a third or fourth round too.