Strawberry Ice Cream
Originally uploaded to Fur Affinity on November 22, 2025.
Hey everyone, and thanks very much for clicking on this page! This is the first short story that I've written in a very long time, and I'm personally happy with how this one turned out, so I hope that you like it!
Rather than go on about it forever, I'll just say that this is another slice-of-life story but with an adult focus; that said, there aren't any specific kinks shown, hence the lack of content warnings on the thumbnail. This technically is in the same world as Mello's past stories as well, but he's not the main character in this third-person entry, me instead experimenting with new one-off characters.
Many thanks to :iconThe--Stickman: for creating the awesome thumbnail art for this submission! He also helped with peer review, which I really appreciate, and has his own lizard character briefly appear at one point. Please check out his other artwork sometime!
Except for The Stickman's lizard character, characters featured in this story are my own and belong to me.
Strawberry Ice Cream
Part 1: The Meetup
Chris sits impatiently at the café counter, tapping his foot while periodically checking his phone. “Can I get you anything?” he hears from a deep, masculine voice, but it isn’t until the question’s repeated that he looks up, seeing a purplish brown rabbit unsubtly tapping a menu an inch closer. The brown and gray coyote wasn’t exactly planning on a meal; hell, he wasn’t even sure at this point whether he showed up at the right place, but he brushes his black bangs down and responds.
“Sorry, haven’t been here in a while,” Chris replies with a casual yet slightly soft tone. “I’m actually waiting for someone...” The somewhat short server nods and walks away, although he mumbles something incoherently to himself that even the sharp-eared coyote isn’t able to pick up. Chris blinks a few times and thinks to order a pastry before resigning himself to his phone again; he wonders if he misremembered the planned meetup time or gave the wrong address. Going through a bored and somewhat lonely spell in his early thirties, he’s talked with plenty of guys on the app before, but this was the first time he was pursuing a hookup with one beyond roleplay; despite his nervousness, Chris also can’t help but feel a bit of excitement following his recent conversation with Michael, the otter match who he was hopefully running into tonight. He awkwardly chuckles, adjusts his black shorts, then starts to sip from a glass of ice-filled tap water.
Trying to ignore the café’s antique clock, Chris turns his fuzzy head around the restaurant and mentally takes note of some people in its nighttime lighting. He first spots a brown and black ferret at the far end without a phone out, just a plate of partially eaten banana bread, who’s silently staring toward the wall; the lonesome creature is wearing forest-green gym shorts and curiously a matching scarf despite the summer weather, but then Chris supposes his exposed cream-like fur coat makes up for that. At a nearby table of varying mammal customers is a newer lion waiter who Chris doesn’t recall seeing the last several times he was here; the feline is professionally dressed as he takes out a notepad and jots something down. Chris hears a distant sigh from the ferret’s table before redirecting his own attention toward another end of the restaurant, seeing a bunch of canine college-looking adults with their laptops out; you wouldn’t even tell they were customers if not for the many breadcrumbs scattered around, something for the aproned lion to inevitably clean up.
Facing forward again, Chris resists the urge to look at his phone once more and instead stands up, stretches around, moving in place a bit, then pulls down his red T-shirt to hide the now-showing bits of gray tummy fluff that he’s been trying to get rid of. The coyote tries to fit in by sitting back down and finally glancing at the menu, first taking another swig of water and running a claw through the options, but he ultimately can’t decide what to get; the server returns: “Look, I don’t mind people here doing work or socializing,” the rabbit bluntly states, “but you have to buy something if you want to linger...” Chris, unprepared for the sudden situation he’s now in, keeps his mouth closed, his fangs showing, and quickly glances at the menu again, struggling to decide-
“Relax darling,” the nervous coyote hears from behind him, “he’s with me.” Chris turns around to see a confidently dressed river otter who adjusts his black-framed glasses then shares a smirk. “We’ll share a bowl of strawberry ice cream, you know, if that’ll meet your requirements and all.”
Michael takes the lead as he pulls out his wallet, pays the tired-looking rabbit who doesn’t respond, then sits on a stall to the left of Chris. “I know this was just the meetup spot,” the energetic man says with a slightly flamboyant tone, “an awfully quaint one at that, but it never hurts to get to know each other a bit.” Michael’s dressed in a sleeveless white shirt and dark-colored jeans, his comparatively longer dark-brown bangs pushed apart so as to not obstruct his frames, with Chris already knowing about Michael’s light-brown and crimson-red fur from the pictures in his profile.
Gesturing to the coyote’s glass, Michael waits for a nod before finishing the rest of Chris’s water, also crunching some ice in the process. “Everything alright, handsome?” Chris snaps out of it and responds in the affirmative. “You’re not lactose-intolerant or anything,” Michael adds, “right?”
“No, not at all,” Chris casually states, “although it was nice of you to offer like that.”
Michael continues: “No problem; host seemed like a bit of an ass from this place’s reviews.”
“Maybe...” Chris adds, making some related small talk before moving on. “Sorry if we should’ve met elsewhere... I wasn’t really sure what the... process was for something like this.”
Michael enthusiastically replies: “You’re fine, dear!” He stares into Chris’s red eyes with his own blue ones. “I’m usually casually meeting people at bars, or sometimes just heading straight to their places after talking through the app, but this is a nice change of pace.”
Chris starts to loosen up as he reiterates in his mind why the two of them are here, and Michael leans in closer to whisper: “Also, you were really cute earlier, and those pictures are adorable.” The statement causes Chris to blush, his tail starting to uncontrollably shake, as he recalls the two getting each other excited through text before agreeing to share some nude poses with one another. After giggling a bit in excitement, Chris soon feels a hot breath in his ear: “Can’t wait to fuck you.”
The coyote smiles hard and whispers something back: “Short walk to my apartment after this?”
After licking his lips, Michael backs away as the two start to exchange more safe-for-work banter, Chris getting another glass of water early on and chugging it down. They comment on their jobs, with Michael being a salesperson during the week and Chris being an architectural engineer, both sharing what that entails at a very broad level. The two talk about their hobbies, besides the obvious, with Michael being into action films and walking around the city with friends, while Chris prefers playing video games and attending big hangouts at events like conventions. There’s other chat too, but it’s really just more ways to fill time as the two continue to wait for their dessert.
Any initial awkwardness from meeting each other in person for the first time is quickly erased as the extroverted men become as acquainted as they were online, and it’s not long until their frozen treat arrives. “Here, try not to make a mess,” nonchalantly says their server before he walks off, the metal bowl placed in front of them with two spoons. Chris wonders if the fancily clothed rabbit has been having a really bad weekend, but Michael doesn’t seem to care as he starts to dig in. Being slow yet a bit messy with his bites, Michael eats more of the pink dessert then lets Chris finish the rest, neither of them concerned about more liquidated bits spilling onto the wooden table.
“Don’t worry about paying for your half,” Michael calmly shares. Chris thanks him as the two get up and start to head outside, although Chris takes a quick look at the distracted ferret he saw earlier: He’s still sitting alone with a visibly sad expression, but the banana bread’s gone and the scarfed fella is on his phone now, the waiter not being far away. Michael glances back, then the two leave.
The sun’s already started to set, but it’s still fairly visible outdoors as the two enjoy a casual walk, Chris now taking charge as he leads the way, vibrant trees and freshly mowed grass surrounding a path that starts going away from the largely calm road; his apartment’s about ten minutes by foot, which Michael notes as being convenient, if probably expensive because of the city location. With nobody else being around, the two start to be more openly flirtatious, even holding paws at times.
“I can tell this is your first hookup,” Michael adds at one point, stopping after a bit to face Chris. “Nothing to be worried about; I’m not judgmental or anything like that.”
Chris awkwardly responds: “I’m not a virgin, just... not used to meeting people like this.”
Michael replies: “Right.” He smiles. “Well, I promise not to bite, unless that’s what you’re into.”
“Heh, not really my thing, sorry,” Chris states. “Wouldn’t mind some light nibbling though...”
With a pleased expression, Michael steps closer and wraps his webbed paws around Chris’s fluffy ears before locking them around his head: “I bet I can get all sorts of noises from you, bottom.”
Chris giggles, admitting his preferred position, before suddenly being more cognizant of a syrupy feeling on his lips, some leftover ice cream: “Uh, you wouldn’t happen to have any napkins...?”
Swishing his head to adjust his hair again, Michael moves his face closer, pauses for approval, then softly licks the other on the lips, cleaning up the hint of strawberry before swallowing. “There,” teases Michael, “all gone now.” Chris jokingly tells him that he missed a spot as he feels a shaking sensation in his tail, then stands still as Michael returns the jest with a proper kiss, it gradually turning into a longer and more passionate one as the otter pulls the coyote’s body nearer, the distance between them closed as Chris involuntarily utters a soft moan, Michael stopping once he feels a tingling sensation in his own pants. “Damn, you’re fucking cute...” Michael conveys toward the mesmerized Chris, pressing a clawed finger against his lips. “Inside though first, okay?”
Still taking some fast breaths, Chris responds: “Sorry about that...” He adjusts his shorts again.
“It’s fine, sweetie,” Michael confidently says. “Maybe not the best idea for us to rile each other up online first.” The naughty otter raises his eyebrows. “I don’t have any other evening plans though; I can stay long as you’d like.” It’s almost sunset as an apartment building comes clearer into view.
Michael presses his glasses back as the two laugh things off, a light wind keeping his light-brown hair aside. The two clothed yet clearly excited individuals continue in their relaxing walk, only about a minute from the coyote’s clean home, when they suddenly notice a green lizard in a blue hoodie frantically sprint past them near the end, almost colliding with them in the process; both hookup partners instinctively shout at the runner in large sneakers to be careful, but the panting guy struggles to utter something about some mystery film screening as he continues dashing away.
“Christ, what’s that guy in a hurry for?” Michael rhetorically asks in a calmer tone to Chris.
“Who knows?” Chris ponders whether he’s seen the reptile before, but nothing comes to mind.
Part 2: Reservations
“Mm...” Chris moans as Michael presses his wet tongue further into the coyote’s receiving mouth, Chris firmly wrapping his arms around his otter companion and unashamedly feeling a stronger push through his pants. Michael’s dark-brown hair gets messier, but he doesn’t bother to adjust as their bodies gravitate together, their tongues interlocking and their members almost coming into contact, intense amounts of breathing from the lead interjected with softly murmured compliments.
The horny gentlemen are still fully clothed as they move further into Chris’s apartment, clumsily stepping into the clean living room as the two continue to express their passion, deep breaths being exchanged as the two mammals also appreciate the scent of each other’s sweat. Chris’s long and fluffy tail shakes uncontrollably as Michael moves his webbed paws down the coyote’s back and near the tailhole of his shorts, whispering reassurances as he softly rubs around a sensitive spot. “Excited, are we?” Michael mutters between kisses, with Chris nodding his head as the two press their warm bodies even closer together, the shapes of their cocks becoming more prominent as there’s some clothed contact and the making out intensifies. The window curtains mostly closed but just open enough for trace amounts of sunlight, Michael’s redder fur streaks stand out among the rest of his light-brown fur; Chris softly compliments his beautiful appearance, and Michael replies with yet another kiss. Michael stops for a moment and stares through parts of his glasses at Chris’s brown and gray fur, brushing the coyote’s black hair down and again calling him handsome.
Chris and Michael continue to make out for a while as their fuzzy arms continue to slowly explore one another until the former’s red shirt starts to be visibly stained with sweat, which Michael notices as he again breathes in the fresh musk of his partner. “Let’s get these clothes off,” Michael teases Chris with, leading by example as he seductively pulls off his own sweat-coated white tank top before tossing it to the side, revealing a fluffier coat of mostly light-brown fur that one could comfortably lay their head against. After adjusting his black-framed glasses, he flexes his arms and smirks at the slightly blushing Chris, who seems to either forget to follow in Michael’s footsteps or feels too on the spot to join in. Sensing this hesitation, Michael pauses for a bit, then slowly inches forward again. “May I have the honor?” Michael asks; Chris giggles but replies with a happy nod, holding up his arms and standing still. Michael presses his snout against Chris’s clothed chest, admiring the scent, then slowly removes the mammal’s shirt in one smooth motion.
Both men stare at each other’s half-naked forms, suspensefully waiting with faster breaths as they imagine themselves embraced more intimately on the bed in various positions. There are deep breaths as their eyes work downward toward each other’s legs, Michael licking his lips while Chris continues to blush; there’s a silent agreement on the next step. The otter starts first again, placing his smooth claws against the coyote’s fur-covered nipples and gently scratching their way downward toward the waist strap of black shorts. This time pressing the side of his face against Chris’s more prominent belly, he’s deliberately gentler with the shorts removal, extending the gym shorts outward enough to avoid rubbing up against his companion’s now-prominent boner. He asks Chris to step in place once his comfortable shorts reach the floor, which the coyote complies with before proceeding to kick them aside. Chris instinctively wants to cover his junk, blushing tremendously in the process as he feels a powerful throbbing sensation, but he stands still instead.
“Goddamn, look at that package,” Michael matter-of-factly states. “You’re real fucking handsome, you know that?” Exposed in his tight white underwear, Chris is a little embarrassed but ultimately replies with a quiet thanks. “Maybe I’ll have to try bottoming after I finish; how could I resist with a sexy hunk like you?” Still distracted but flattered, Chris smiles and offers sincere praise in return.
Chris takes a deep breath, feeling less hesitant now, then takes a few steps forward toward his attractive hookup partner, deeply inhaling the otter’s aroma and almost being overwhelmed by the scent, his tail and cock vibrating again. Michael nods and remains still as Chris slowly unbuttons, then unzips, the former’s jeans, staying cognizant of the gothic man’s heavy excitement. The still man’s underwear extends outward as his jeans fall to the ground, which he jokingly apologizes for. “I like the view,” Chris says in response, immediately feeling some cringe at his questionable choice in words. “Well, I mean...” Chris stumbles with continuing, “You’re extremely attractive...”
It's as he finishes with the undressing that Chris also realizes that Michael is wearing a black jockstrap rather than typical underwear or briefs, which is tightly shaped around his balls as well. Chris thinks about how good it would be to just head over to his queen-sized bed with Michael and start sucking him off to completion right away, but he snaps back to reality and stands up again, the two appreciating their intimate moment and firmly embracing each other once again. They pick up where they left off with their passionate kisses as their tongues waltz together in pure bliss and their claws delicately scratch along each other’s fluffy backs, intermittent moans and other slutty noises released from the two men. It’s not long before their underwear starts to press against each other, the two feeling each other’s cocks and fantasizing about doing full-on frotting on the comfortable bed. When he has Chris’s focused attention again, Michael eyes downward to his own underwear, stops making out with him, and asks if they can further undress in the bedroom.
“Oh, r-right...” Chris struggles to say as he takes in some heavy breaths, trying to think if there’s anything anything missing from the equation. “Do...” the panting coyote continues with, “do you mind if I use the bathroom first?” he asks without thinking before quickly coming up with a reason. “Left my condoms in there,” Chris ultimately adds. Michael quickly responds with pointing out that he has a few tucked away in his wallet, but Chris awkwardly mentions needing to piss too, which is responded to with a cheesy smile as the smoothly furred otter looks around for his jeans.
“No worries,” Michael reacts with, “just come to bed when you’re ready.” Moving into a notably clean bathroom, Chris looks back to see Michael bend down to reach in his pants pockets, the former admiring the view of the otter’s mostly exposed ass; Chris chuckles to himself a bit before slowly closing the door. Michael’s light-brown ears perked up, the exposed gentleman turns right just in time to see an inch of Chris still visible and lightheartedly speaks: “I heard that, dork. Leave your underwear off when you’re done in there; we’ve teased each other enough, don’t you think?”
Chris looks down in the bathroom at his boxer briefs that almost blend with the gray patch of fur surrounding it, the clothing visibly stained with pre at this point, but he doesn’t mind and casually drops it to the tiled floor before kicking it away with his digitigrade paws. He slowly takes care of his urinary business, then pauses in front of a large mirror while washing his smooth hands. The brown and gray-furred canine examines his eagerly emerged knot, genuinely smiling while thinking about the various gay activities that he and his evening partner are about to get up to, the coyote planning on taking out some flavored condoms from his cupboard so that the oral moments still have some taste-related sensation to them; he actually gathered a stockpile of sex supplies to account for different sizes, along with plentiful amounts of lube as needed for general flexibility. Foamy soap and water are pressed between his claws and across his palms, followed by drying with a clean rag; Chris slightly smiles to himself with visible fangs, stretches, then gathers the gear.
He's about to open the already unlocked door when he stops in place as a sudden wave of hesitation and self-reflection washes over him: Am I ready for this? he ponders. I mean, this is what I want... right? It’s just for fun, and Michael’s a nice guy... Chris had sex with lots of men years ago, and it’s been many months now since things unfortunately ended with what was technically his first and only boyfriend, but things worked out amicably and he’s moved on from that, at least he reassures himself that he definitely has, and it’s not like this is a date anyway, just... but he pauses.
“Hey, cutie,” an exaggeratingly flamboyant voice reverberates from the bedroom, “everything alright in there?” There’s an awkward pause, followed by a repeat of the question, which causes Chris to shake his head in place and soon reply with a friendly affirmation. “Your bedroom’s super comfy,” Michael adds. “I see your book collection as well; got some spicy picks that I recognize.”
Yeah, he’s nice; this will be nice... Very nice. There’s still some hesitancy to his naked movements, but Chris, now holding condoms and lube, ultimately moves over to the bedroom, where he very heavily blushes at the sight of Michael seductively laid down the bed with a webbed paw around his own unsheathed penis; the otter’s glasses now placed on a nightstand, Chris is able to more easily stare into Michael’s blue eyes with his own red ones. A prominent six-pack surrounded by crimson-red and light-brown fur also catches Chris’s excited attention, who doesn’t even try to hide how his own rocket is pointed ahead of him at this point as the coyote walks over, tongue out.
“There you are, sexy,” says Michael. He already has a see-through condom of his own on, so Chris picks a flavored wrapper at random, wraps it around his needy shaft, then places the other wrappers and lube down. “So,” Michael mischievously smiles, still laid back, “any kinky positions in mind?”
Chris immediately responds: “A-actually, if it’s fine with you...” Michael, letting go of his throbbing cock, stares attentively at the man who he was still ready to absolutely rail if wanted. “It’s been a while for me and I’m kind of shy about things... Can we just...” the coyote pauses before resolutely continuing, “lay next to each other for a bit then do some naked hugging first?” There are anxious breaths from Chris, Michael still respectfully watching. “I’ll be fine after that...”
Michael brushes his black hair to the side again, not fully seeing Chris’s expression due to his farsightedness but still processing what the coyote said. “Hey, we can take things as slow as you want,” the reassuring switch says. “I mean, it’d be fun to work up to freakier things, but we have the whole evening.” Chris smiles and starts to kneel onto the unoccupied half of the bed, slowly inching closer. The otter continues: “You know what I mean; we can take as long as you like, sure.”
Chris breathes a sigh of relief, thanks him, then starts to slowly unravel his body across the bed, his eyes fixated on Michael’s cute expression. “Thanks...” Chris thinks of his next word, “darling.”
Not expecting to be called that in return, Michael smiles and wiggles around a bit, before the two face one another and slowly, but surely, move closer together and passionately resume making out.