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Redemption

Chapter 1: Divine Attractions

"Are you done reading that?" The inquisitive voice snapped me back to reality from the magazine article I'd been reading, causing me to peer curiously over the top of the periodical to see who the voice belonged to.

I found myself staring into the most rapturous blue eyes I'd ever had the privilege of seeing. Their deep, gentle blue hue was so full of soul, so full of life and heart and warmth that I became transfixed by their beauty.

"Um... hello?"

"Oh!" I blushed, realizing that I'd just lost all sense of manners by staring at a complete stranger, beautiful eyes or not. I glanced back down at the article before smiling apologetically up at the inquirer, holding it out. "Yeah, I'm done. It's all yours."

"Thanks," the person said. It was then I decided to let my eyes give the person in front of me a quick once-over from the head down; it didn't take too terribly long for me to realize it was a man in front of me, by seeing his flat but toned chest outlined through the taut fabric of his shirt. He was wearing a simple black long sleeve shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans, a messenger bag slung around his side. He was thin, his body a series of elegant curves, his muscles toned enough to be attractive without standing out.

Smiling warmly, he held his paw out to me, trying to signal that he was interested in getting acquainted. "My name's Peter," he said. I shook his paw gently, returning the smile, his happiness rather infectious.

"I'm Victor, it's nice to meet ya." With that, he let his paw drift back to his pocket, hooking his thumb into it and leaving the other fingers outside, a mannerism I'd been known to indulge on occasion. Intriguing.

"So you're into racing?" I asked. He nodded, tucking the magazine under his arm as he reached into his messenger bag, looking for items just out of sight.

"Yeah... I'm a big street racing fan. Not to be a pompous prick, but I've been known to tear up the track a bit, if you're ever interested."

I smiled, shaking my head. "Nah, sorry. I'd love to, but my hunk of junk is an automobile in name only."

"That's a shame, I'm sure you'd do well." He finally found what he'd been searching for, a small pad of paper with a paw print motif, before grabbing a pen and looking back up at me. I let my smile grow wider. Maybe he'd give me his number! He was rather cute...

"Ah... could you...?" He gave an apologetic grin as he motioned towards me. After a moment of confusion as my brain tried to interpret his hand movements while sneaking gazes into his wonderful blue eyes, I turned around. He placed the pad against my back and scribbled something quickly before placing a paw on my shoulder. I immediately felt a strong wave of infatuation wash over me. His touch felt so sincere, so caring...

"Here. This is a great site for street racers. It might help you, never know." I took the paper from his hand, reading the URL and smiling before carefully folding it and putting it into my pocket.

"Hey, thanks. I appreciate it, man. Hey, would you wanna, you know, walk and talk?" He thought for a moment before smiling and nodding.

"Sure."

I grabbed my books from the floor next to the chair I'd been sitting in before following him towards the fiction section.

"So how long have you been a student?" he asked, peering over at me. I turned to look at him and all at once, the world melted away as I stared into those eyes.

Normally, being the hopeless romantic I am, I would have found this perfectly dreamy. However, unlike in stories, in real life, having the world melt away can be a bad thing. Before I knew what was happening, I laid sprawled on the floor, tangled in an unrecognizable mess of books and fur.

I blinked several times as I tried to comprehend my sudden shift from the vertical to the horizontal before I pulled myself out from under the stack of books. The librarian gave me the dirtiest look I'd ever been given before, and were this a comic, I'd probably have melted into a puddle from shame and absorbed into the rug. I dusted myself off, blushing crimson red as I picked my books out from the mess on the floor, muttering to myself.

"Jesus! Victor, are you ok? Before I could stop you, you'd walked right into the cart. It was all moving so slowly, I could've sworn time had slowed down."

"Really? Mind filling me in? I don't remember anything except being upright and then being on my back."

His paws went to his muzzle, his face a mixture of shock and guilt. "Oh my God, you're joking, right?"

I stopped brushing myself off to look around, eyes growing wide. "Who are you?"

Nothing but stunned silence.

"Why am I in the library? Why do I like Poe?" I said, looking at the books in my hand. He lightly slapped his face, smiling. Seems I wasn't the only one blushing.

"That wasn't very nice," he said, playfully scolding me as he wagged a finger in my direction. I grinned innocently, tracing an invisible halo above my head with my paw.

"Hey, I'm completely innocent! It isn't my fault, I was rather distracted by you."

"Enough to walk into moving carts of books? Why, I think I feel flattered!" he said, mocking surprise. We shared a few quiet guffaws as we walked towards the stairs leading to the floor below, each of us rather enjoying this unexpected meeting.

"It was my eyes, wasn't it?" I turned to look at him and cocked an eyebrow, confused. "It happens all the time, everyone seems to get "lost in them" or something like that because of the deep blue, or the intensity of the hue, or something like that. I dunno, I don't understand all that stuff."

"Not into art?" I asked as we reached the lower level. He shrugged.

"Not really. I mean, I like to look at it, but I can't do it. I'm more interested in the culture and history of people."

"Anthropologist?"

"Anthropomorphic, but good guess," he said, nudging me in the side playfully with his elbow. I gave a smile before lightly bumping into him with my shoulder.

"Yeah, I was a bit distracted, I'll admit. Don't get the wrong idea though... I was hoping it was a girl whose eyes I saw at first."

"Yeah, well, we can't always get what we want. I wanted to be a mechanic, but I'm appallingly bad at trying to fix mechanical things, so I switched to an anthropology/history double major."

"Ah, so my first guess was right after all." He gave his eyes a slight, roll, smiling.

"You got lucky."

"I have a knack for such things," I said, pushing my chest out arrogantly. He chuckled.

"And it wouldn't be because my messenger bag has the little pin that says, 'Anthropologists get lucky each day'?"

"That may have helped a little," I admitted, shrugging. "If only that were true, I'd switch majors."

"What are you?"

"Art," I said with a silly grin. He gave me a flabbergasted smile. Ah, how I adored getting those looks.

"Oops... guess I shouldn't have opened my big muzzle."

"It's ok," I said as we walked past the reference area. "It's not for everyone." Following that, a small gap in the silence as we both contemplated what to say next appeared. I remember wishing my earlier lie of wishing he'd been a girl hadn't been said, but that's what being in the closet will do to you. Before I could stop myself, however, I began opening things up between us.

"You know, you're a cool guy, I'm glad I met you," I said, giving him a smile. He happily returned it, nodding slowly.

"Yeah... best decision I ever made was bugging a poor, lost-in-thought fox. Who would've thought?" I chuckled, shaking my head.

"So, listen. I was thinking, maybe we could go, like, hang out or something. You free? Maybe grab a cup of coffee and then swing by the Student Union? I can play a killer game of-"

With a chirp, his cellphone rang. He raised his paw apologetically, flashing a single finger at me to let me know he'd make it quick. He flipped it open and began talking.

"Hello? Yeah... oh! Hi... hon." He turned to look at me, his face tinged with anxiety, before turning back. "No, go ahead. ... Uh-huh. ... Right, yeah. ... Yeah, right around the- ... yep, you got it. No, go on ahead, I'll meet you there. Love ya. Bye." He shut it off before turning to me, his face no longer smiling.

"I have to get going, sorry. Hey, maybe I'll see you around campus, or see you here again. Normally I'd take you up on your offer, but my girlfriend needs me to help her pick something out, I guess. I'll catch ya later," he said, walking towards the door.

"Wait, Peter! How will I find you?" I shouted, but he'd already walked out of earshot. Ah well, I told myself, at least I can talk to him soon. He did give me his... I glanced down at the paper he'd given me and looked in shock. Shit! That's right, he didn't give me his number, he gave me a website! I felt myself break out in a cold sweat. The most amazing friend I'd met since my arrival on campus and he's slipped through my paws? I dropped my bag and books by the staircase and sprinted towards the doors.

"Peter! Wait, I need your number! Please! I don't wanna... lose you...!" I burst through to the overly-bright exterior of the noonday campus, looking wild-eyed around me. But he was nowhere in sight. Saddened by his sudden departure, I reconciled myself to moping back to my dormitory.

I spent the next hour or so by myself inside my room, sitting at the computer and idly checking the long list of sites I frequented. I looked over my shoulder as I heard the door handle turn and saw my roommate come in. He looked exhausted, sweat soaking his bare abdomen. He nodded to me faintly before grasping his water bottle from the bedside table and chugging its contents, water dribbling down the sides of his muzzle. With a delighted sound of refreshment, he took a large breath before turning back to me.

"So? How far?' I asked, tossing him his towel. The smell of his sweat was driving me mad; both mildly annoying and mildly attractive at the same time, his pheromones coming off strong. I felt a slight arousal within me, a deep one, making me feel yiffy without my penis exposing itself from its sheath as a sign of my excitement. He caught the towel with his free paw and wiped his glistening fur down before tossing it into the clothes hamper and sitting on his bed. His shorts rode up his legs as he sat down, a brief glimpse of his sheath visible to me between the folds of clothing. I felt a rumbling down below and averted my gaze to keep myself at bay.

"Six miles," he said at last. "And man, that wiped all the energy right out of my body. I couldn't fuck a girl if she did all the work for me," he groaned, collapsing backwards onto his bed.

"Man, everything you say's sexual. Does your dick ever stop being the center of attention?"

He shrugged, sliding his running shorts off of his body and throwing them aside, leaving him naked on top of his bed.

"Yeah, yeah... hey, you don't mind if I lay like this for awhile, do you?" he asked.

In response I stood up abruptly and walked over next to his bed, peering down at him. In one swift motion I lifted my leg up and over his prone body and straddled him, lining up my tailhole with his crotch.

"What did they say about saving a horse?"

He laughed and pushed at me lethargically. "Ha ha. Dude, can you get off? You're crushing my balls."

"I don't know... I kinda like this seat," I said, sticking my tongue out at him. He picked up his pillow out from under his head and lightly tossed it at me.

"Ok, ok, I'm going. I'd tell you to keep your pants on, but that ain't happening." I rolled off of him and landed on the floor unceremoniously before getting up and brushing myself off, eyeing him. "Besides, you ain't good looking enough to get a piece of this," I said, smacking my ass.

"Yeah, yeah. Dude, stop joking. You're not a fag, so stop trying to be one." He too rolled off his bed, landing on his feet and grabbing another nearby towel before wrapping it quickly around his waist. I glimpsed another quick view of his sheath and blinked. Had I been seeing things, or was he-?

"Yo, Victor. My eyes are up here," he said. I shook my head, realizing I'd accidentally begun staring at his now covered crotch.

"Just admiring the artwork, Alex."

"Yeah, yeah. Hey, I'm going to go get a shower. I'll see ya later," he said as he gripped the handle. He opened the door and stepped out, leaving me alone. At this point, I quickly closed the door behind him and threw my shirt off my body before unzipping my pants and sending them flying too.

I grabbed my rapidly emerging member and began stroking it slowly as I laid my naked form on the bed, moaning quietly as pleasure began making its way through my body. Precum began leaking out of my member in copious amounts, probably due to the bathroom break I'd taken before coming back to my room. I wiped the slick beads of fluid all over my tender shaft, using it as a makeshift lubricant. I groaned, my hips beginning to buck slowly, rhythmically in time with my strokes, my natural instincts for mating taking over.

The feeling of being on top of such a wonderful looking fox as him, his bare body beneath mine, warming me with its immense heat, his intoxicating smell... it all drove me wild with arousal. It'd been the closest I'd ever been to another naked male before, so close to being able to share in the romantic act of sex, but so far. I knew he was straight, and already taken to boot. But it couldn't stop a little harmless fantasizing, could it?

I pictured him again, his naked body still within my mind's eye. I could visualize his erect cock before me, having been fortunate enough to walk in on him taking care of business once. I felt such an intense urge for release, my entire cock aching with anticipation of the coming climax as it began to swell with blood.

As my arousal hit its peak, I continued stroking my hard cock, beginning to move my paw faster up and down my slick shaft as I took my free paw and began sucking on a finger. After a moment of giving it a tongue bath, and satisfied it was sufficiently lubricated, I raised my legs up and moved my hand towards my tailhole. I made contact, the warm wetness of my saliva feeling quite good against the sensitive folds of skin, and as I began slowly rubbing it, I felt my body shiver with anticipation.

With a relatively moderate amount of effort I began pushing it inside of me, and moaned loudly as I felt my finger penetrate myself, my tight anal walls closing in around my intrusive digit. The bombardment of sensations made my head swim with pleasure, my ache for release growing more intense with every movement within me. I continued pushing it in until I felt it pass my inner sphincter muscle and began slowly sliding it out. I groaned softly, thoroughly enjoying my self-penetration.

"Ohhh... fuck yeah..." As my finger slipped out until only the tip remained I began pawwing my dick faster, wanting to reach climax as soon as I could. I began pumping my finger in and out of my tailhole, and gasped loudly as an overwhelming number of pleasurable sensations filled my body. With so many pleasure-causing nerves in the anus, I began seeing the truth in why people said that God wouldn't design us to enjoy an act we weren't able to commit.

With my paw moving across my shaft in time with my finger thrusts, it wasn't long until I felt the wonderful elation of pre-climax fill my body. My hips began bucking, pushing my penis forward into my paw and back into the digit that penetrated it. My moans began coming faster and louder, my eyes seeing stars as every last ounce of energy was spent pumping into and out of me.

I threw my head back and issued a long howl intermingled with moans as I reached climax, pearly white seed shooting all over my vulpine body. I continued pumping my cock for all it was worth, using the leaking cum as a lubricant and pumping my tailhole furiously with my finger. Thick rope after thick rope of cum splashed over my body until my climax began ebbing, and as the last few beads of cum dribbled out, my legs collapsed back onto the bed, my body spent, finger sliding out of my rear with a quiet slurp.

My paw continued holding my penis in a death grip as I heard the door open. My roommate peered at me for a moment before sighing and shaking his head, closing the door behind him. His fur glistened seductively as he held the towel around his waist, padding to his dresser and opening the drawers.

"Damn, Vic, you do got some balls. I don't think I've seen that much cum from one dude in my entire life, and I watch a lot of porn."

I slowly loosened my grip on my cock, letting it fall onto my body, red from climax and spent. I panted from the effort of my self-indulgence before managing with a reply.

"Foxes do it best," I said.

"Indeed we do." He turned to me, holding his clothes in one paw as he dropped his towel, exposing his genitals to me in full view. "Anyways, what set you off?"

"A really, really beautiful body," I mumbled, still not moving.

"What, were you looking at porn too? Whatever you got, give some to me, man." He pulled on his boxers and pants, eyeing me curiously. "What made you climax so damn much, anyways?"

"I... er... did a different technique than usual."

"Yeah well, clean yourself up man, it's disgusting seeing my roommate covered in his own white cum." He shook his head, sighing. "We have to get a girl for you to get laid with, man. Then I wouldn't mind walking in on you." He tossed me one of my towels from the dresser before opening the door.

"Heh... nice artwork you got there," he said, looking at my penis and sneering slightly before closing the door. I breathed a sigh of relief that I'd been able to cover my expanded tailhole with my tail, and began wiping the copious amounts of white seed off my abdomen and chest with the towel before setting it aside to be washed. I glanced at the clock and muttered a mild obscenity before quickly picking up my clothes and pulling them on, spraying a small can of deodorant on myself to try and cover up the smell of seed. Satisfied it was hidden under enough of the spray, I began running off to my meeting, withdrawing my crucifix from my pocket and slinging it around my neck. It was my first time there, having grabbed a flyer on impulse the other day from the bulletin board. Hoping they would be receptive and warm to people like me, I said a silent prayer within my head before checking my watch and dashing off to the Student Union building.