Snow Day
I had nothing to do today, so... here! Have something quick and fun. ~~~~~~~
"Come on, don't do this," Cody pleaded, taking a careful step towards the fox in front of him, an arm at the ready to grab the smaller canine.
The fox, Tracey, stood on the edge of the stone railing atop the building, looking off in the distance. It was a cold, dark night and the moon seemed bigger without any clouds in the sky. He looked down off the building and then back to the reindeer behind him.
Cody paused halfway through his step and looked up at the fox, a worried look on his face. "Please. Come down from there. Please, Tracey, just come down here,"
"I can't. I have to," the fox said, offering up a weak smile. He realized he'd been holding his breath and let it out in one smooth exhalation, the condensation visible in the cold night. Tracey turned to face the caribou as he leaned backwards, away from the building.
"Tracey!" Cody shouted, lunging forward with both paws to grab onto any part of the falling fox. His fingers brushed with the fox's smaller hand but he couldn't grab on in time. He threw himself against the railing and looked over the edge in horror.
Tracey's eyes were closed as he fell backwards off the building, arms spread to either side and legs stiff as a board. Past the sixth floor, fifth floor, fourth floor... The impact was quick and virtually soundless in the quiet night; just a small "fomp" of the crunching snow. Tracey lay there for a moment before taking in a deep breath, opening his eyes. "See? I told you it'd be fine!" he called.
Cody let out a deep sigh of relief and he covered his face in both paws. "You're an idiot, Trace," he called back.
"Come on! Jump down! There's enough snow here to break even YOUR fall," the fox said with a laugh, fighting to get himself free of the small crater of powdery snow he'd landed in. A crazy snowstorm, with a nearby lake, gave the city nearly eight feet of snow overnight. Tracey had made sure to break up the snow before his jump, and was now lying nearly a yard deep from his impact.
"I am NOT jumping off the fucking building!" Cody grumbled, though part of the reindeer thought that it could be fun.
"Aww, be adventurous for once!" Trace said, reclining peacefully in the piled snow. "If you jump down here, I'll let you fuck me. Right here in the snow."
Cody hissed and looked around down along the back embankment of their complex. No one generally wandered around behind the buildings, except to walk their dogs, and no one was doing that with the snow almost past the first story. "Oh my god, keep quiet," he said, cheeks flushed with embarassment of the fox's casual lewdness.
"Ooh, what? I can't hear you from down here. You might have to come shut me up," Tracey said, sliding his paws down his chest and opening up the button on his jeans. "I wonder how you could shut me up. Maybe plug my muzzle with your hu-"
"TRACEY!" Cody barked, head whipping back and forth as if someone would be outside to hear them. "God damnit, Tracey."
Tracey was always trying to get them into trouble with his antics. At six feet he was a few inches taller than Cody (if it weren't for the damned antlers), but the fox had an average, comfortable build; not overweight, but no muscle or tone. Working a desk job did that to you, though.
Cody was the more athletic of the couple, with thighs that could crush bricks. The caribou's job demanded peak physical condition, dieting, and training. Not an ounce of fat could be found on the reindeer's body. He gripped both of his antlers in frustration and stared down at his boyfriend lying in the snow. It was hard to see from so far up, and with only the moonlight, but he could see the black fox's stomach against the white snow and blue jacket.
It was cold laying in the snow, sure, but fur and adrenaline helped keep it in the back of his mind. Tracey unzipped his snow-pants and tugged down the front of his boxers to reveal his fuzzy sheath and several inches of peaking foxhood. "Come on, babe, just hop on down. You can plug my muzz with your thick-"
Cody growled and clambered up onto the wall, teeth gritting together annoyedly. "Tomorrow is the final night for Giselle. If I miss the closing performance," he said, shaking his head.
"Ooh, big scary ballet dancer is gonna pound me, hmm?" Tracey cooed, exhaling more condensation as his fingers teased the tip of his growing shaft.
The caribou launched himself off the building, angling towards his back to take the fall, his arms out at his sides. The landing was softer than he had imagined as the snow conformed to his body and cradled him safely upon impact. He'd landed a few feet from Tracey and couldn't see where he was in relation to the smaller fox.
He didn't have to wait long to find out as snow was dumped atop him from Tracey climbing through the snow towards him. "You did it!" he cheered, both paws clearing away some of the snow he'd knocked atop Cody.
Cody couldn't even feel the cold through his clothes or pelt with the rush of the jump still pumping him full of adrenaline. He tested his limbs one by one to make sure everything felt okay, and as soon as he was satisfied he lunged at the fox. "You son of a bitch, that was terrifying!" he snarled.
Tracey yelped as the large caribou bowled him over in the snow, burying them both deeper in the white fluff. "You're fine! You did it! You never have to again!" The fox was giggling, even as a chill ran down his spine as snow got between them and into his open pants.
Cody pressed his muzzle to the fox's and kissed him hard, both paws gripping Tracey's shirt and tugging it upwards. Their tongues wrestled together for a few seconds before they had to pull apart to undress the fox. "You're gonna get me into trouble one of these days," Cody muttered, tossing the fox's shirt aside and pushing him back into the snow.
Tracey's erection hadn't faltered with the snow around them and he moaned when the caribou's strong paw closed around it, still cold from the snow. "Oh, someone has to get your wild side out now and then," he said, paws fumbling with the caribou's belt as their kiss resumed.
Black-furred fingers pulled apart the belt and nearly broke the button off the pants before getting them open. Cody's shaft spilled out into the fox's paw, half hard and hot to the touch. A shiver ran through Cody's body as the fox's snow-covered paws gripped his uncut shaft, tugging his foreskin back and forth a few times. Bits of snow stuck to the head of his shaft, and though the cold might have been a deterrent any other day, but the wild jump had gotten him worked up to where it enticed him.
Cody bit at Tracey's tongue and bottom lip, both their paws stroking each other's shafts in the deep snow bank they'd created. There was some tossing and turning back and forth in the snow as the two struggled to climb atop the other. The kiss broke again to remove Cody's shirt, and they sunk lower among the fallen snow, some falling against them. Tracey's pants were yanked off and the caribou pulled the Tracey's lower half up to his muzzle.
The black fox inhaled sharply as his naked body was dragged against the snow before his tail was pulled aside and something hot and wet pressed at his passage. A shiver ran through him that had nothing to do with the cold. Cody's tongue slid over his passage and then pressed insistently against the puckered ring before breaking through. Tracey cried out and his fingers gripped uselessly at the snow for leverage before gripping at the caribou's pants.
Cody's breath was hot against his balls and shaft as that thick tongue slid deeper inside his passage. Pre was dripping from his cock into a small mound of snow on his stomach, melting it down from the heat. Cody's tongue twisted and pressed at his insides, drawing needy moans and whimpers from the fox's muzzle.
Tracey let go of his boyfriend's legs and grabbed onto the antlers, tugging hard against his body in an effort to get that tongue deeper inside him. The cervine growled and pressed his muzzle as close against the fox as he could before pulling back, lifting his head and back away. Tracey kept a firm grip on those handlebars and was pulled forward until they were chest to chest again, the fox naked, but the deer still wearing those pesky pants.
The fox's paws made quick work of the remaining fabric and Cody allowed himself to be pushed back as Tracey dove between his legs. Pre and snow hit his tongue as lips parted around the uncut beast. The fox moaned happily as his tongue slid under the foreskin and around the wide head. The skin was loose enough that the fox could tug it up over his tongue and wiggle it about.
The caribou groaned and let his head fall back in the snow, his antlers knocking some loose as it fell over his face. He shook his head clear and pressed a paw over Tracey's head, forcing him down the spire of flesh.
Tracey gagged, but pushed down further until he was swallowing with the thick head in the back of his throat. He was held fast at the base of the shaft and could feel each pulse of the deer's heartbeat through the thick vein that his tongue was wedged against. When he was finally allowed up he pulled free with a needed gasp, wiping some saliva off on the back of his hand. "Oh, damn. That's always so hard to do," he chuckled.
Cody smirked and rolled atop the fox, pinning him back in the snow and angling himself between Tracey's legs. "Just means I need to help you practice more," he said.
Tracey arched his back and reached underneath him to guide the reindeer's cock to his passage. "Mmm, you won't hear me complain,"
The large deer pushed forward, lubed by their saliva, pre, and a bit of snow. Tracey shivered as some of the snow was forced into him and he bit his lip to stifle a whine. The cold was all but forgotten at this point, and they'd tossed and turned so much that any snow on them had melted from their body heat. Several inches of the reindeer's shaft split the fox open and he fought to relax as much as he could. With lube it was no problem, but out in a large snowbank, it was difficult to get completely prepared.
Cody continued to push forward until his hips were flush with the fox's rear. He let Tracey adjust before he tugged his hips backwards, sinking lower into the snow, and had to pull the fox back down onto his shaft. The snow shifted and settled around them as the caribou picked up the pace.
It was difficult. The snow didn't compact well, and it was like fucking in a styrofoam gymnastics pit. Snow fell against them as the caribou kept pumping his hips back and forth, using his upper body to guide the fox's hips back down along his shaft.
Tracey grabbed onto Cody's rack with one paw while the other began working over his shaft. Pre was running over his fingers in hot streams and his knot began to swell as each of Cody's thrusts battered his prostate.
The reindeer was huffing harder and harder as his orgasm approached. Condensation spilled from his muzzle in constant puffs that made him look like a cartoon bull. Sweat was beading on his short, brown pelt and it highlighted the powerful muscles in his arms and legs from all his years in ballet.
Tracey's knot was fully engorged and his wrist smacked against it with each down stroke. Cody's paw, covered in bits of snow, moved between the fox's legs and squeezed down hard on the thick bulb. The fox yelped and came hard, ropes of cum spraying out against his chest and face, melting any snow it came in contact with.
Cody could feel the fox's passage milking his shaft and he yanked himself free, climbing up the fox's body while rapidly fisting his cock. Tracey lifted his head forward just in time to take a huge blast of sticky, warm reindeer cum square in the muzzle. It splattered his lips and cheek before another streaked up over his muzzle between his eyes. Several more shots of steaming seed painted Tracey's face, leaving him an absolute mess. Cody had been too busy with ballet for any fun, and the snow day was a great excuse to get some much needed release. The pair moaned elatedly in their light exhibitionism, coming down off their high now that their respective orgasms had sapped their energy and heat.
Cody collapsed to his side and then shivered as he felt the snow fall against his side. "Mmm, damn. I didn't realize it was so cold out. I guess we got caught up in the moment.
Tracey wiped at the cum on his face, trying to clear enough so he could open his eyes. "Oh shit. It's cooling off. I'm going to have frozen deer cum on my face," he said, laughing at the idea.
Cody snickered and tried to stand up on the snow, sinking through. To his surprise, his feet touched down on the concrete sidewalk buried underneath all the fluff. "Wow, we fucked our way to the bottom of it all," he said, looking back up at the crater they'd created in their tossing and turning.
Tracey's paws found the caribou and he pulled himself to his feet, not sinking quite low enough to touch the pavement. "Well hand me my shirt real fast so we can get dressed.
Cody nodded and turned around. And around again. A frown spread across his muzzle and he leaned forward to try and get a better look. "Um. Trace?"
The fox eyes were squeezed shut, cum smeared all through his face fur with bits of snow starting to collect in places and form ice crystals in his fur. "Yeah?"
"I... don't see our clothes."