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All around the mulberry bush

It was still dark. I stepped out the front door onto the concrete drive and felt the morning air. In spite of the sun's absence, it was warm and humid. My dress shoes gleamed under the white streetlights as they echoed through the silent air. I hadn't noticed this the night before, but Saxon was staying in a duplex. He shared a driveway with a new car that wasn't here the night before. I felt a hint of embarrassment creep into my mind. I hope the neighbors didn't hear us moaning and bumping around because God knows I didn't. My focus was somewhere else. I climbed into my sedan and punched airport into the GPS. I returned the car to the appropriate kiosk and made my way to the ticket counter. A few people and assorted staff shuffled around, still waking up. When I reached the counter a fox greeted me and asked me what my last name was.The keyboard rattled underneath her paws. I had all my necessary documents ready in hand. I was then informed that my flight had been canceled. "I'm sorry sir, there's a maintenance issue and we won't be able to get you there until tomorrow. I can book you on the next immediate flight."

"Please, do that. I need to let someone know I'll be late."

I turned away and got on the phone with my boss to let him know about the good news. Well, good for me. Not good for the company or clients. It meant I could stay another day and cuddle Saxon more. Once I had secured another rental car I took to the streets and tried to retrace my steps. I was unfamiliar with the layout of the city. It was like the citizens conspired to use the same washed out hues of red, green, and yellow. I drove around for a while. My eyes and mind felt fatigued searching so hard through the urban cityscape.

I drove by a park and followed the impulse to pull into the parking lot. The afternoon was near and it was already hot. I took off my suit coat and rolled up my sleeves. With my hands buried in my pockets, I meandered down the concrete pathways that segregated portions of grass. There were walnut trees peppered all around and a large field for activities that required more space. I followed the cement squares to the center of the park where there was a fountain. As I approached the melody of a song faded in and washed over me. There was a solitary vole standing in front of the fountain playing away on a saxophone. His eyes were closed and focused on the movements and breathing.

I sat at the edge of the fountain. I let my mind wander as the music played. My thoughts encountered Saxon and the previous night. His thin, athletic body writhing against me. An erection emerged and pressed against my pants. Needing to calm a bit, I took in the surroundings a little more closely. I closed my eyes and listened to the churn of the fountain behind me. The musician persevered on for his audience of one. It was a good song, though I don't know the name of it. It was a sufficient distraction. I stood and felt my cock unglue from a damp spot. My imagination gets the best of me sometimes.

I extracted my wallet and fished out all the singles I had. I deposited them into the tin at the vole's feet. It was a small obligation to me. I had worked as a street performer on and off when I was in college. I could yo-yo, even juggle. Furs tell you to get a real job and tip you with mean glances. Drunks try to mess you up or ask you to "pass it" to them relentlessly. I can appreciate how hard it can be to make money like that. On a good day, I made $30-50. Most days weren't good days, but shoot. Gas money had to come from somewhere. I think it helped me become the salesmonkey I am. The more I did that the less I felt embarrassed or scared of rejection. As I continued past the vole down the walkway I felt a folded piece of stock in my pocket. I had been so preoccupied with my thoughts I hadn't really acknowledged it. I pulled it out for closer examination. The embossed letters spelled a name and below that, in smaller print, there was a phone number, email, fax number, etc. I thought about the name for a moment but couldn't put a face to it. I decided to cold call him and see If I could dig up any information. I put the number into my phone and pressed the call button. It rang twice before someone picked up.

Penny for a spool of thread

"This is Master Sergeant Liam." A male voice said.

"Hi, this is Jacob from the presentation yesterday. I spoke about genetically altered silkworms?"

"Hey, Jacob. How are you?"

"I'm doing good. Listen, everyone got out of there in such a hurry, I just wanted to make sure that we're all up to speed on the offer. Your branch's contribution would be minimal and will be the boost we need to make the technology available globally."

"Yes, well I'll be sure to include that in my notes. Is there anything else you needed?"

"Actually yes. I spoke with an ermine named Saxon and like an idiot, I forgot to get his contact information," I chuckled. "Is there any way you can get me in touch with him?"

"Saxon...Saxon..." Liam said thoughtfully. "Oh, you must mean Bernard. Yeah, I can transfer you to his department. Give me just a second."

The phone clicked and started to ring again. Another voice answered and I explained my situation to them. They informed me that Saxon was off that day. I couldn't get a phone number out of him, but I did convince him to let me come to the office and speak to who was filling in for Saxon.

We settled on a time and place to meet. Our appointment was early in the afternoon, which was great. It gave me time to grab lunch beforehand. Once at the gate of the base, I got directions from the men working in the booth. I snaked my way through hangars and offices. Thinking I was at my destination, I found a parking space and went into the building. There was a young husky sitting at a C-shaped table near the door.

"Hey, I'm Jacob. I have an appointment with Tech Sergeant Muller."

"Yep, we spoke on the phone. She just got back from lunch. Her office is in the back. You can't miss it."

I followed a row of desks to the back of the building where there were two offices with large glass plates in lieu of a fourth wall. They mirrored each other. One had its light on and was occupied by a by a vixen in a pressed military uniform. I knocked on the open door and introduced myself. I made something up about having some forms I needed to get signed and faxed over to my office.

"I can just leave it on his desk and he can get to it in the morning. It's not urgent."

"Sure, that's fine. His desk is right next door." She said.

His office smelled like pine. There was an air freshener glowing in an outlet when I walked in. I flicked on the lights and grabbed a sticky note from Saxon's desk. As I slowly scribbled down fake instructions for my fax I looked around for clues. My "fax" was actually a leaflet and a few blank pages underneath so I couldn't afford to have anyone take a closer look while I was there. I opened a drawer and found a magazine with his name and address. Thank goodness Saxon supports the print industry. I wrote it down on my phone and let Tech Sergeant Muller know I was leaving.

I finally had a promising lead. The drive over I was simmering with excitement and a dash of nervousness. I left my number but he hadn't made any attempts to contact me. There was this lurking feeling I might be overstepping my bounds. It was only supposed to be a one-night stand. That made it hard to anticipate how Saxon would react when I just show up at his door. I began to remember my surroundings. Your destination is on the right. the GPS chimed. I recognized his place. The green paint seemed less faded at night. Under the orange glow of the street lights, it's difficult to tell the actual hue.

Penny for a needle

This is the moment I had been waiting for. I should have brought flowers I thought. This would seem less crazy. I rang the doorbell and waited. Nothing. I rang it twice more and heard a stir. Toe claws tapping on the tiles as someone approached. The door revealed Saxon, in sweatpants and a T-shirt. He squinted as the late afternoon sun shone overhead.

"You look tired," I said.

"Yeah, " he laughed. "I'm a little hungover from last night. I'm still recuperating."

"Mind if I come in? I don't mean to impose."

"Not at all. I enjoy your company. Maybe you can nurse me back to health."

"I'll cook you dinner if you'll let me."

"That sounds great. Come on it."

"We should get you rehydrated. Got anything to drink?"

"Yeah, there's some sports drinks in the fridge."

I walked through the living room into the kitchen. The refrigerator had the drinks...and not much else. It was a surprisingly sparse spread, even for a single guy living on his own. I broke the bottle free from its plastic yoke and handed it to the ermine.

"We still have a few hours until dinner. What should we do?" I asked.

"Want to watch tv?"

"Sure, I'd like that."

The guide channel helped us expedite agreeing on something to watch. We settled on some spy drama. It was almost like a soap opera. I thought it was pretty funny, though I don't think that was what they were going for. I put my arm around Saxon. His pillowy leather couch engulfed us slightly. I stroked his thigh. It was nice to feel him lean into me and settle in. I rested my head against his for a moment. There was evidence that the ermine was accustomed to eating out a lot. Plenty of napkins from restaurants around town were scattered between the living room and the kitchen. BBQ place here, Asian food there. There was a good spread. Someone appreciated variety. I did too.

After the spy show was a sci-fi movie. The bright CGI was enough to keep my attention but Saxon fell asleep. I gently shook him awake and laid him down.

"Sit back," I instructed. He was a little groggy at first but eventually complied. Saxon sat on the opposite end of the couch. I pulled his feet onto my lap and went to work on one. I massaged his arches and footpads.

"Do you work a lot?" I asked.

"Yeah, but it's mostly a desk job. I just look after other furs and make sure they're performing up to the right standard."

"That's interesting. Do you like being in charge?"

"Sometimes, it has its perks."

Saxon and I exchanged looks. There was a friendly silence. The ermine scooted forward pushing his foot past my hands and into my crotch. He pressed firmly and traced the outline of my package over my pants. My heart fluttered. My cock stirred and expanded with the gropings. Saxon had a sly look on his face.

"It's a little early," I said. "I haven't made you dinner yet. I want you to have plenty of energy."

I crawled on top of him. Our legs intertwined, I kissed his furred lips. We must've made out for an hour. By the end of it I was hot and bothered, literally. We were both a bit sweaty from cuddling and my mouth was becoming dry. I dismounted and offered to get Saxon some water. I returned with a couple of glasses and propositioned the ermine with dinner again.

"I have to warn you," he said. "I don't have a lot.

"Let's see what we got."

In the kitchen, I rummaged through the refrigerator and cabinets. The options were indeed limited. There was some canned food, but nothing quite appealing.

"I have an idea," I said. "Brinner."

"What's brinner?"

"Breakfast for dinner, the most amazing meal mash-up of the century."

"I'm game. If you need help finding anything just let me know."

I found pancake mix and some syrup thankfully. We were not about to have pancakes without syrup. After accruing the appropriate cookware and ingredients, I mixed the batter and started churning out golden disks. On a griddle next to the stove top I cooked bacon. It sizzled and popped in the chorus of cooking food. I had a piece before all the food was done. I couldn't resist. The aroma flooded my mouth with saliva. Saxon gave me a playful pop on the butt that startled me.

"Couldn't wait for the rest of us."

"Mm-mm." I shook my head, chewing.

We ate and talked. The table had a navy blue and white checkered tablecloth strewn over it. I was wary not to get syrup on it. The flapjacks were actually pretty good, though I haven't made any in probably a few years. I guess it didn't hurt that the box mix had detailed instructions. I had to ask which number (1-9) was 350 degrees on the stove top. Saxon just shrugged. I picked a moderate number. They turned out perfect. The fluffy cakes soaked up the sugary sauce like a sponge. I dug into mine with just a fork while my ermine friend opted for a knife.

"So what are you into, like, sexually?" I asked. Saxon thought for a moment.

"I like foot and tail stuff. If you really want to drive me crazy, bite my neck."

"That's hot, I think I could oblige."

"I'm a bottom. I like to be dominated, but not too aggressively."

"How do you feel about bondage?

"I've never tried it, though I've been curious."

"How curious?" I smiled.

"Don't get too excited. I probably wouldn't do more than a pair of handcuffs to start out with."

"That may be all you need to get hooked."

Once our plates had been cleared, the weasel gathered the dishes and took them to the sink.

"Man, I'm stuffed," Saxon said.

"I hope you left room for dessert."

"I think that was enough-"

I swiftly positioned myself behind him and pulled his waist close to mine. My teeth grazed his neck, not completely biting down. Just a gentle tug here and there. My hand slipped under his elastic waistband and rubbed his semi while I took a more deliberate bite. I swear he might have melted under me if I hadn't been holding him up. My heart fluttered and I squeezed his cock, feeling it swell in my palm.

"We should take this into my room." Saxon huffed. Which we did, kissing the whole way. I backed him into his room and nearly knocked him over onto his bed. He leaned back but I grabbed his shirt and kept him close. I pulled his shirt above his nipples and went to work, giving each pink spot the attention they deserved. My tongue swirled and flicked the sensitive tips. While I was busy with this, the ermine took the opportunity to take his shirt completely off. I yanked on his shorts and nearly took his underwear with them. I didn't want them completely off just yet. It was sexier to see him pitch a tent. I liked being teased, even if it was just visually.

That's the way the money goes

Saxon's boxers clung to his sleek frame. The dense layer of muscle was noticeable under the white belly of his coat. Reddish brown fur covered his head and body. I couldn't keep my hands from running through it while I explored. I buried my face in his chest and groped his ass. His musky scent filled my nostrils. I bit down onto his pec just below his collarbone. Kisses dotted lines in between bites until I found his nipples once again. They perked with arousal and found themselves being playfully tugged by my incisors. The ermine's chest rose and sunk with excitement. His breath shuddered while I prodded around for more erogenous zones. Saxon followed my lead. I spun him around and nearly bent him over right there.

"How good are you with that tail?" he asked.

"I'm well practiced."

"I want you to touch me with it"

My tail wrapped around us and touched the ermine's nose. He kissed the end and held it close before leading it downstairs. I slipped my fingers below his waistband and dropped his underwear to the floor. My chin rested on his shoulder as I peered down. My tail stroked his balls and firmly hugged them. I traced my nose along the nape of Saxon's neck, drinking him in. I wanted to taste him badly. By this time the ermine's erection was prominent and slick with pre-cum. It matted the fur on my tail and shined in the light. His was a little smaller than mine and had a slight upward curve. I thought it was a shame he was strictly a bottom. It looked like it would have been fun to ride. My tail coiled itself around his length and squeezed. I could tell Saxon liked the pressure. It moved back and forth along his cock and before long the ermine was getting antsy.

"I'm just getting started," I warned. "Don't blow on me."

"You can fuck me now."

"Is that so?" I whispered. My tongue glided against the soft edge of his ear. It was small and almost like a cat's, but more round. I wanted him, but there were still a few layers of clothing in between us. I yanked my tie open and tossed it aside. While one hand busied itself with unbuttoning my shirt, the other was swirling my middle finger around on my tongue. It brushed past the ermine's supple cheeks and wet the surface of his tailhole. I made little circles along the edges and pressured the center. With only a little resistance the single digit found its way in. It twisted and moved back and forth, foreshadowing things to come. His short fur was silky against the bare parts of my hand and acted as a nice buffer while I felt my way around.

"Do you have any lube?" I asked.

"On your right, top drawer," Saxon breathed.

It was a small clear bottle. A purple label with silver script glittered in the light. The cap creaked and produced a viscous orb of sticky lube. I smeared the face of the bottle against my pointer and middle finger. My thumb spread it around in circles. Back at his tight entrance, I did my little waltz around his tailhole before reentering with backup. Two fingers pressed into him and became acquainted with his warm and welcoming insides. I tried to make space by spreading them apart, gently pushing against the walls of his anus. Soon he relaxed and travel with a friend was being expedited.

In retrospect, it seemed like overkill. I've been known to get carried away. I fingered him vigorously. His cock was still entwined with my tail. I nibbled his shoulder and rubbed my member into his left cheek. Saxon moaned and shuddered. His ass began to squeeze my fingers tightly together. My fingers dug against his prostate. It was firmer than the surrounding areas and up until that point I had used it sparingly. Perhaps getting a little over excited myself, I indulged the ermine. Before I could stop his cock was throbbing and shooting cum across the sheets and blanket.

"Oh, fuck." He said through gritted fangs. I held him close as his whole body tensed.

"Sorry..."

"It's cool... That was incredible." Saxon still quaked with pleasure. "That was the best orgasm I've had in awhile."

"Do you mind if I proceed?"

"Not at all, I think you've earned it. I want to feel you fill my ass"

My pulse quickened. Saxon crawled onto the bed and buried his face in the sheets. His ass was in the air, hovering over the wet spots he had made. I rubbed the tip of my cock up and down the center, taking on some lube with each pass. With his short tail in one hand and my shaft in the other, I pressed all six inches I had into Saxon's ass. His groans were muffled by the blanket. Going easy at first, I started slowly. I had done a lot already. I pushed my weight into the backside of the ermine. The warmth was inviting and the whole area was pretty slick. I found myself pumping faster. Climax was only a little ways away. Our bodies clapped together. Every pound drew a grunt from Saxon in a syncopated duet. The ermine on vocals, me on percussion.

"I'll try not to be too long."

"Take your time," Saxon said, sounding defeated.

"Your ass is amazing."

"Your cock feels so good."

"You're not going to come again, are you?" I huffed, nearly out of breath.

"I don't think I have it in me."

"I'll just have to fuck you harder and we'll see."

In one motion I spread his cheeks apart and bottomed out, pulling him as closely as our bodies would allow. One hand held his tail and the other was steadying his hip. The song grew louder. Saxon moaned helplessly as my strides became faster and more frantic until finally, I came inside the sweaty, tight, ermine. I emptied myself completely and was lost to the wave of sparkling pleasure. My legs trembled as I pulled out. I needed to sit down but I had to admire my work for just a moment. Cum oozed from Saxon's tailhole. A pearl on a nearly invisible thread suspended from the tip of his half flaccid cock dangled between his legs.

Once we had gotten clean I retrieved my suitcase from the car so I could change into some pajamas. We cuddled and talked on his bed. The TV was on, but we barely paid any attention to it. I told Saxon how much it killed me to travel all the time. He invited me to come back anytime.

"Listen," I said. "I will lose paperwork, break a fax machine, anything if it means I get to see you again."

"That's good to know," Saxon laughed. "Or I could come visit you. That way you don't have to lose your job."

"Yeah, that would probably be more ideal."

I didn't know exactly when I'd see Saxon again, but I knew that next time I would waste a lot less time running around and more time cuddling.

Pop goes the weasel