Take A Ride
Take A Ride
By SlowFag
Mike awoke to the soft rise and fall of the docked yacht, now buried in darkness with the fall of night. Laying on his back, he stared into the dark and wondered why he was awake. As he breathed in, his parched mouth answered that question. He hadn't had anything to drink since... not since he'd barricaded himself in his cabin. Feeling for the edge of the mattress with his left hand, he swung his bare paws onto the cold deck and groaned quietly as he stood. His entire body was sore and cramping from his fight with Evals.
Suddenly quite aware of his own nudity, Mike reflexively covered his breasts with one forearm while his other hand covered his nether regions. He looked about the darkened room quickly, an irrational fear that Eric was watching him driving his pulse to pound in his ears. He crouched down next to the bed and searched the floor frantically for a something to wear... a shirt, his pants, the cloth strips he'd been using... anything! Fumbling in the dark, his hand found the tough fabric of a shirt.
After pulling the shirt over his head, he shook his hair clear of it and straightened out his pony tail. The rough-spun wool shirt fell loosely about his shoulders and covered him down to mid-thigh; he'd need to find clothes that better fit his new, slighter, more feminine form. And something that wasn't so rough against his bare nipples...
He pushed the thought out of his mind. He'd fix that damned Basitin soon enough, and then he wouldn't need to find new clothes. He could go back to being a man, and wouldn't need to try to hide himself from Eric. A fierce snarl spread across his lips - something he instantly regretted. Rubbing at his chapped lips, he resolved to be angry later, after he'd gotten something to drink. Stepping carefully through the pitch-black room, he made his way to the door. He had to make it to the galley, get something to drink, and then sneak back to his cabin without anyone noticing him. He'd sleep a few more hours, then find that Basitin once dawn broke.
The passageway was dark; the crew on the ship was fairly small, and no one appeared to have come this way to turn on the lights tonight. Mike shut the door quietly behind him and began feeling his way along the bulkhead, making his way toward the galley. As one of Eric's favored servants, his quarters were below the slave master's suite at the aft of the ship. While the galley was on the same deck, it was in the center of the ship. Rather than turn on any of the lights along his route and speed his journey, Mike preferred the darkness and a slower pace. The last thing he needed was for any of the crew to see him.
Light flooded under the galley door ahead of him, revealing the floor of the passageway near his destination. He paused just outside the door and listened carefully for any noise; nothing. The ship's chef was not at his station, meaning he was probably asleep. Ducking into the well-lit room, he squinted his eyes against the arcane illumination and opened up one of the magicked coolers. A flaw appeared in his plan as he heard footsteps and muffled humming approaching from the bow. His vision not yet adjusted to the bright lighting, he grabbed the closest thing that looked drinkable and hurried back to the darkness of the hallway.
Once again safely ensconced in the concealing black of the unlit hallway, he looked the bottle over but couldn't tell what exactly he'd grabbed. He pulled the wax stopper from the bottle and took a hesitant sip from it, expecting that it might be one of the stout beers that Eric sometimes rewarded them with. He blinked in surprise as silky-sweet milk brought instant relief to his dry tongue. Swishing the cold liquid around his mouth, he shrugged and swallowed. Some kind of spice in it, he thought. Gives it a nice aftertaste. It would do.
Feeling his way back down the hall, he continued sipping at the milk. He could feel himself relaxing more with each sip, warmth suffusing his cheeks. Halfway back to his cabin, he paused to lean against the wall as dense fog began pressing in on the edges of his consciousness. He looked at the bottle in his hand, fighting off the fog to try once again to figure out what exactly he'd just grabbed. He could vaguely remember fetching one of these for Eric before on a previous voyage, but he'd never had any. And it wasn't like he could read, even if he could see what was on the label.
Gathering himself and resolving to make it back to his cabin without falling down, Mike caught a faint scent on the air that made him quiver with... something. He wasn't sure what it was. He sniffed at the air, and realized the scent was coming from him. Or more specifically, his shirt. He brought the tough fabric to his nose and inhaled deeply. Evals! His shirt smelled like Evals! He must have grabbed Evals's shirt... but why would Evals have left his shirt in Mike's cabin? His muzzled mind couldn't make any sense of it, but Evals's scent smelled good. Very good.
Feeling a bit warmer than he had a moment before, he continued making his way down the hall, managing to only stumble a couple times. Once he was safely inside his room, he greedily downed the rest of the bottle and set the empty glass container on the bookcase that was still partially blocking the door. Walking shakily across the room, he knocked his knees into the foot of his bunk before crawling on all fours onto the mattress. With a sigh, he flopped face-down into the pillow and closed his eyes.
Moments later, he flipped over onto his back, panting. He felt hot. Very hot. He sat up and pulled his shirt up over his breasts, trying to cool off. He needed some cold water. He needed some fresh air. He...
He smelled Evals.
Not just the lingering scent on his shirt. Mike could not mistake the scent of Evals's body, of his sweat, of his masculinity. He'd grown so accustomed to it, working side by side with him for so many years. That scent that was so familiar seemed different now, causing an amorphous desire to arise within him. He desperately needed something, but he did not yet know what. Nose twitching, he sniffed at the air, searching for Evals. He did not have to search for long.
He must have somehow overlooked Evals's slumbering form as he wandered around in the dark. On his hands and knees, he edged closer to the sleeping dog. Looming over his friend, he knew part of what that desire was. He wanted that male scent on him. At that moment, it felt like nothing could make him happier than their bodies pressed together. He pulled the blankets from Evals and took their place, sprawling atop his best friend and nuzzling into Evals's chest fur. Evals's chest rose and fell with the even regularity of a deep sleep, and Mike could feel every beat of the dog's heart through the cheek he had pressed against his friend. His eyes closed as he concentrated on that steady rhythm, his own heart pounding a rapid counterpoint.
Something in him screamed that this wasn't right. In his mind he saw himself, his consciousness embodied as he was right now: nearly naked and snuggled close to the man he'd assaulted mere hours before. Not out of hatred, but for just trying to get a peek at him. On the far rim of his consciousness stood his male self, equally naked and objecting to every aspect of this... encounter. Nose buried in Evals's chest ruff, he closed his eyes and breathed deeply while his male self protested the very idea that this could be happening. As Evals's scent filled his nose, that fog that had earlier only pressed at the edges of his mind rushed in, blocking out everything else. He was alone there, with no more objections to his current state. Adrift in that sea of fog, his only companions in the haze were Evals and his need.
Reality flooded back to him with the opening of his eyes. He wasn't certain how much time had passed by in the darkness as his inhibitions were whittled away; it could've been seconds or it could've been hours. The truth was somewhere in-between, a fleeting moment in time lost to the night and his secret embrace. Stripped of his restraint, that need that he could not understand before was so clear to him now. The heat he felt, the ache between his thighs, the growing firmness of his exposed flesh, this ill-considered... touching. Shifting above the still-sleeping dog, he shuddered at the feeling of soft fur brushing against the aroused nubs of his nipples. He knew this could not remain a secret. The only true secrets were the things known to only one person.
He would be sharing this with someone very, very soon.
* * *
"Mmm... that feels good..." Evals mumbled, murring happily as the vixen in his dream nuzzled at his lap, working to bring him to full arousal. He thrust his hips forward and helped her tug his pants down, wagging his tail excitedly as she pulled them clear of his foot-paws. She returned quickly, her hands wrapping around the base of his cock while her hot breath made the rest of his exposed flesh tingle. He couldn't believe how lucky he was, that such a beautiful girl wanted him so badly. She was so perfect, perfect in every way; the only thing that even came close to marring her beauty was the thin scar on her face. But he didn't mind the scar, a small strip of pink flesh that interrupted the soft white and orange fur on her cheek. In the darkness, he could barely even see it. It pleasantly reminded him of his best friend, Mike, who had a similar scar and had recently been turned into a...
Wait, what?!
Evals sat upright in bed as the last traces of sleep fled his mind, and he could still feel that pressure on his cock, strands of hair brushing against his bare loins. The scent of an aroused female filled the room, hammering his canine nose and male brain with a biological imperative that he knew he could not resist for long. This was no dream. He reached over and switched on the bedside lamp, flooding the room with a wan, arcane light.
"Mike?! What are you doing?!" The vixen turned her blue-green eyes up to look at him, and he saw only desire in them. None of the defiance, frustration, and anger that he'd seen earlier that day remained. Something didn't seem right about Mike's behavior, but Evals was still stunned and disoriented from his unexpected awakening. Having been a slave most of his life, he'd never before been so close to a female. He wanted this - oh gods how he wanted this. Every fiber of his being berated him for even daring to keep Mike from doing what he - she? - seemed intent on doing. But hadn't Mike made it clear earlier that he didn't want this? Why the sudden change? Should he do something to stop Mike, help keep him from doing something he might regret? Should he just let this happen?
While he sat there, struggling with his indecision, Mike reached up and wrapped her fingers around his steel collar, pulling herself up. She straddled his right leg and nuzzled against his cheek, whispering into his ear, "Evals... please, I need this." He tried to protest, but Mike tugged at his ear with her teeth to cut him short. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him close, and he knew there was nothing he could do to stop Mike. Even in this form, the fox was still stronger than he was. Their fight earlier had proven that, and the fierceness with which she held him now said that that strength hadn't waned one bit. Even worse, he knew now that he did not have the will to stop this. He wanted it too much, despite what it may mean for their friendship. He wrapped his arms around her and held her, closing his eyes as he accepted the inevitability of what was about to happen with a strange sort of anxious regret.
As they held each other, Mike began rubbing herself against Evals's thigh, dampening his fur and filling the air with the heady scent of her arousal. She began struggling in his grip, her breathing growing heavier. He released her from his embrace, only to have her pin his shoulders down and press her lips against his, her urgent desire fueling her aggression. He responded instinctively to her passionate kiss, returning it with an eagerness that didn't quite make up for his lack of skill. Running his fingers through her fur, his hands found her hips before sliding lower to squeeze her supple rear. He massaged her firm cheeks, enjoying the feel of her flesh in his hands as she broke away from their kiss. He may have laughed earlier at his friend's new fur patterning, but to actually touch her, caress her... it was exhilarating.
A subtle spiciness lingered on his lips as Mike pulled away, leaving them tingling as she raised herself up, placing her hands on his belly with a knee to either side. She did not hesitate before lowering herself down onto him, slicking his shaft with her dew as his cock slid forward along her slit. The newly female fox whined as she failed to draw him inside her, rubbing her folds against him as she tried to correct this wrong. Evals couldn't help but smile at his friend as she struggled to use her new... parts. With her eyes closed tight and her teeth digging into her bottom lip, she was clearly focusing as hard as she could on getting it right.
He lent her a helping hand by sliding his fingers under her thighs and lifting. She took his cue and thrust herself up again, quivering as she hovered above him. While he kept one hand under her, his other grabbed the base of his cock and held it upright. As his cockhead brushed against her flesh, Mike's hand found his wrist and helped him guide his erect shaft into her. With just the tip between her folds, she rocked herself up and down slightly once... twice... He wasn't sure why she was hesitating, but he didn't rush her. Though with the feel of her warmth against him, rivulets of her juices running down his skin... he could barely wait.
With a sudden rush and a wet schlick sound, she drew him fully inside her. "Nyaaa...." she sighed, visibly relaxing as his cock filled her. She leaned forward, her hands on his chest while she shakily took several deep breaths. He reached up and caressed her cheek, his fingers brushing against the scar he'd given her so long ago. She nuzzled against his hand, and he idly wondered what this must feel like for her. It was certainly a new experience for him, but what it must be like for Mike... from the feel of her soft, forgiving walls trembling against him, it must be just as blissful for her as it was for him.
She ran her claws through his chest and belly fur as she straightened her back. Pressing the soft, pink pads of her hands against his belly, she began to ride him. Slowly at first, moving only a few fingerwidths up and down his shaft. Each time she came down, she paused to rock her hips back and forth, grinding against him. She seemed to grow bolder with every rise and fall, raising herself higher and coming down faster with each. Each rush of warmth as she thrust herself down onto him sent new waves of pleasure coursing through him, soothing all of the aches and pains she'd inflicted on him that afternoon.
He knew he couldn't last long. He bit his lip and squeezed his eyelids shut, trying to hold out as long as he could against the tight embrace of Mike's slick walls. Mike needed this release as much as Evals wanted it, and Evals was not about to disappoint his friend. Thoughts and feelings flashed through his mind, and he tried to concentrate on them, to buy himself more time. None of it helped, as the gift of pleasure that his friend had given him pressed all other thoughts out to the edges of his mind. He could hear Mike breathing heavily, quiet yips and mewls occasionally accenting the vulgar schlicks of their mating. He hoped that she was close, because he couldn't hold out any longer.
He felt his cock throb as his muscles clenched, the first hot drops of his seed escaping him. Mike kept riding him, not stopping for a second as he pumped more into her, his own cum mixing with her fluids. When he felt he was all but spent, he felt her muscles contracting around him, squeezing him rhythmically, drawing every last bit of his sticky seed from him as she cried out with pleasure. She rode out her own orgasm, slowing her motions until she came to rest on him, panting for breath. He smiled up at her, his pulse pounding in his ears.
Mike leaned forward and laid her head on his chest, snuggling against him. He stroked his hands down her back, petting and caressing his friend - lover? - as she struggled to catch her breath. Without saying a word to him, she soon dropped off to sleep - no doubt still exhausted from her ordeal over the last several days and her more recent... exertions. Doubt and fear clawed at him as he stared up at the ceiling, still embracing the sleeping foxgirl; what had they just done? What did it mean for their friendship? He couldn't think of any answers. A wave of satisfied exhaustion soon replaced the pleasure of his release, and he decided it would have to wait till tomorrow. He pulled the covers back up over the two of them and switched off the bedside light.