Port in the Storm
Foxes, foxes are pricks. Stuck up prissy bitches all of them. Alright maybe I'm getting a bit hot headed here but Christ I just spent $30 on drinks for this fox and then he goes all calls it a night. It's not like I have cash to burn too, between my gym membership and the specialty protein powders I have to shell out for for all my intolerances I'm hardly a well off university student. Yeah don't get me started on how much I hate mythical God for making me this way.
I look down at my bare left arm and flex it bulging out my bicep watching the way my tawny fur shifts. It's worth it though, jumping through all those hoops since year 10 working my body to get here. Sure you get those guys that say they're still got to get to some point but me, I'm there I feel hot and god-damn do I look hot.
So yeah that's probably why it really stung tonight. I went to all this effort to hit this bar, wear the most uncomfortable denim cut off shorts and the gayest looking tank top I own, a peach one that hangs so loose you can see my nipples, and some dude just waste my time. I look up around the bar at the few pieces of meat, but aside from scrawny black wolf absorbed in his drink everyone's pretty much paired off.
I look up over at the wolf again, his ears are tight to his head and his tail is pretty much entwined to the stool he's perched on. Probably not the best guy to approach and blatantly ask for a whole to fuck but fuck it I'm still pissed over that fox and I'm all ready halfway over to him anyway.
"Hey, wanna fuck?" I say trying to keep my deep voice as neutral as possible even though my breath reeked of cheap shitty beer.
He turns around and I catch in the dim light that his fur is my a dark shade of brown. Well just before his eye's bug out and he almost falls back off his stool but I reach out and grab his arm, tight enough that he let's out a yelp.
Now I should mention I constantly forget I'm a tall and broad motherfucking cougar and it's not until moments like this that I'm reminded off this fact and also how bad an idea this was. But fuck it if I'm going to go home and jerk it tonight I've spent too much on this shitty night.
"N-no, no thanks." He said stuttering as I watch him recover from the shock.
"What?"
"No thank you. I'm not interested." He ducks his muzzle and looks away and try's to wrest his arm from my grip.
I grip it tighter and snarl, holding back a hiss as my tail lashes about behind me. "Listen pup, this isn't how you play hard to-"
I stop as a heavy paw comes to rest on my shoulder and I quickly let go of the wolf and turn to face the wombat who was undoubtedly kicking me out. I sized him up pretty quickly, the guy was actually shorter than me and kind of fat so I could definitely of taken him but that was bruised ego talking.
Fucking canines.
Tearing off my arm strap as I stalked back to Central station I wrest my phone from the shitty plastic casing and bring up the gay bar I went to paranoid it was some kind of canine hot spot and that's why a cat as god damn as sexy as me kept getting rejected. Even scrolling through some reviews and their website I couldn't find anything that confirmed Gay-lah's wasn't a normal gay bar. Fuck it, they're all probably some filthy chub chasers or something. I stabbed the screen hard with a claw and closed the map function on my phone, thankful to feel the resistance of the rubberised coating of the glass.
By now I realised I was already a few streets from Central, stuck waiting at the lights and I really wasn't sure I did want to fuck off back home and have a frustrated pity wank. That's what they'd expect me to do, fucking foxes. My tail lashed harder at that and whipped someone's leg beside me. He turned to have a go at me or something, I wasn't really giving him any notice, but he didn't say too much than a high pitched 'Oi'. Not that I gave a shit I was too busy looking at the backpacker's hostel across the road.
Fuck why didn't I ever think of that before I thought to myself as I slapped my phone and arm strap back around my bicep doing the velcro tight than usual. I was getting pretty antsy by the time the lights finally went and I rushed across the road and bounced up the steps and slinked into the combined lobby and cafe of hostel.
I felt my enthusiasm start to flag as scanned the room. There were a lot of chicks, not that it usually bothered me most of the time, but it wasn't what I was after tonight. Then the guy's that were there were in couples and the only free guy's I could see was one ugly looking otter and another fucking fox. I scowled and pushed past some wanker British wolf who had his chair way back out and made my way to the back of the cafe where this fox was curled up in his booth staring out the window.
Inviting myself to his table I sat down opposite him and layered on my thickest impersonation of my own accent. "Hey mate, you looked like you could use some proper company. How's it going?"
He flicked a soft golden ear and refused to regard me. Now I was close I noticed his coat had very little black or stark red's in it and was more a uniform warm golden colour. It was just one of those weird things you focus inon. A few more seconds ticked by and his muzzle opened with a click of his tongue.
"You know a shitty line like that would only work at a beach right?" He said still only half regarding me. Though it was his thick kiwi accent that really started to rile me.
I involuntarily let out a low hiss and hunch over on the table, my claws out and nicking the wood of the table. "Oh yeah fuck face, what makes you such a sure smug fucker?"
"Calm your tits there, Mate, I take it you've just had as much luck as I've had getting my dick wet tonight." He says with a sly curve to his muzzle that I just want to smack off.
I sit there for a couple of minutes seething in that silent anger unsure what move to do next. I glance up a few times to look up at him but he's still just looking out the window with his paw clasped around his paper coffee cup.
He breaks the silence with another click of his tongue. "Ya know I didn't tell you to fuck off really, you can go grab a coffee and join me in this shitty little port in the storm."
After getting a soy milk cappuccino and thankfully a muffin I could tolerate I calmed down and we actually started talking. Turns out my gambit paid of, kind of, his internet boyfriend had stood him up like actual big time. Which was, as he explained why he was just about as pissed and angry as I was, "just canines hide it better" he said and I would of smacked him for that but his knee was rubbing against my bulge.
I coughed and leant back resting my arms apart on the back of the booth to show of my chest. "So you want to go upstairs to your bunk?"
He wrinkled his nose, "what? No, ew I'm staying some place far better, with privacy and non-communal showers. I'm just here because I thought no one was going to bug me here."
"They have communal showers in these places?" I'm looking up at the roof as he gets up from the booth and I follow him outside.
"I wouldn't have a clue, just figured a place this cheep would have something like it. I'm staying at the Rendezvous just this way." He turns the corner and I follow in step beside him and only now do I realise the quite stark height difference we have with his ear tips only coming up to my chest. He just scoffs as I elbow his shoulder at that and we just make small talk until I'm in his room and he closes the door behind us.
Just as quick as the metallic lock of the door clunks behind me he's pushed me up against the wall kneading my aching bulge with his paw and just as quickly his got my fly down and struggling to get my tight shorts past my hips.
"How the fuck did you even get into these?" He says huffing.
I reach back and undo the tail clasp and he manages to get them off. He says something about shutting up and it not being a coy remake about the size of my sheath but I'm not really focusing since I'm most of the way out and he's already got a paw cupping my balls and his tongue around my shaft. I lean back against the wall just enjoying the slow exploring of his tongue half unsure what to do since he hadn't actually taken me in his mouth yet.
After a few more moments he stands up and holds my hard, wet cock in his paw and presses his muzzle flat up against my chest. "Mhmm you want to take this to the bed or you happy for a quick hand job?"
I squirm, trapped against the wall as he runs a finger over my barbs. "Nah, nah I was hoping for a bit more anyway."
"Good so uh," he pauses and does that click with his tongue again, "you don't need to warm up do you?"
I let out a chuckle and grind my throbbing cock against his stomach. "I think I'm pretty warmed up don't you?"
"No I meant your pert butt back there kitty." He gives it a soft pat followed that makes me tense.
He catches that pretty quick because he shirks away from me and crosses his arms. "What you not cool with that?"
"Hey fuck you, of course it's not that." I take a step forward and stab a finger in front of his upturned muzzle as I tower over him.
He doesn't flinch or say anything just glares back at me.
"Argh. Fine. I wanted to fuck a fox tonight."
"Why is that so damn important then?"
"Fuck I dunno, do I need a reason? I've just never been with a fox before."
"I meant being the fucker."
"Well." I stop and let out an exasperated sigh. "No not really other than it being the original idea."
"Good it doesn't matter. Now get you cute chiselled ass on the bed so I can lube it up and get my paws around that fucking sexy body of yours properly." He reaches up and gives my pecs a squeeze but I just palm him off and lean over the edge of the bed.
I've bottomed a few times and I do have toys but I'm still never quite ready. So even after he dumped what seemed like a whole tube of lube down under my tail and pressed his hot tip in it still took a few minutes before he got into a steady rhythm that I could enjoy.
He lent over my back and bucked away as he reached to my chest and ran his paws over the broad defined lines of my body. That made it easy to relax as I lay face first in the pillow moaning and before long I was shuddering with release as he buried his knot in me.
I felt his fingers trace around my hard nipple as speak in low murmur. "I'd assume you don't want me crashing here tonight?"
His finger movements stopped for a few moments as his short warm breaths travelled over my back from the perch he had collapsed during climax.
"No I didn't and it was nice but..."
"Yeah, nah I get it was fun."
"Yeah true. Thanks." His breathing slowed against for a few more moments. "If I'm up for it, you can fuck me before I head back home. Like if your that deadset."
I shake my head into the pillow and catch my whiskers awkwardly in the damp drool puddle. "Nah it's... so when does that fat knot of yours go down?"
I can't help but grin as I hear him let out a bark of laughter. "I need to tell Andrew that one when I get back. Oh and probably in a couple of minutes, can you pass my phone it's on the table beside you."
Fucking foxes, I swear.