{"sf1_id":128597,"sf2_id":"rn6jdXzn","title":"Colors","author":"Anielde","words":993,"posted_at":"2010-03-01T02:51:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Dancing","Fox","M/M","Panther"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/128597-colors","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rn6jdXzn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/a6/96/a6968c91-0b6f-41bf-bf0d-97dfb1f706e3","description":"","content":"Warning (because there has to be one): This story contains consensual homosexual acts between two furs. If you're underage or dont like, you know what to do, and if not, im pretty sure you know what to do too ;) Enjoy!\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\*Feedback, as always, is welcome\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n**Colors**\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGreen are the eyes that follow him,\n\nOne fox in a crowd of many furs,\n\nAs the dance floor spins and twirls about him.\n\nWhen blue is his soul,\n\nThe blue of sadness,\n\nHe dances to be rid of it.\n\nThe music is his stencil\n\nThe dance floor his canvas\n\nHis snow-white body the brush,\n\nInstrument of his expression.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBlack are the paws that snake around his waist,\n\nSudden and unexpected.\n\nBrown uncertainty shrouds his mind\n\nAnd is replaced by violet serenity\n\nAs their bodies mesh.\n\nThe feline, black as night,\n\nBut with a whiteness of manner\n\nBelying his sooty exterior.\n\nHe is tall and firm\n\nBut pink-sensual and playful within.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nRed are the cheeks that blush\n\nAs the watcher makes his first move,\n\nSwaying their hips in unison.\n\nAnd red-hotter still are the cloth-bound secrets\n\nWhich pulsate quite powerfully,\n\nBut not to the beat of the music.\n\nSensation recognized but not resisted.\n\nFate, it seems,\n\nYellow as the cheerful sun,\n\nHas brought them together.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGray is the voice of the panther,\n\nNot bold, but firm and deep,\n\nAnd smooth, like poured cement.\n\nHe whispers in the white-furred ear,\n\n\"Sorry, but I couldn't very well resist you...\"\n\nAnd the fox's blush turns scarlet.\n\nHe melts in the strong arms,\n\nAn island of white in a sea of black,\n\nAnd the steady beat marks the tempo\n\nOf their dance-made-seduction.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOrange is their excitement,\n\nAs they twist and grind and intertwine.\n\nThe fox, once soft pink shyness,\n\nNow green-bold and forthcoming.\n\n\"Aren't you going to even ask my name?\"\n\n\"I was waiting for the right moment.\"\n\nA flash of deep pink\n\nAs the panther's tongue pokes out playfully.\n\n\"I'm Jeremy, to whom do I owe the pleasure?\"\n\n\"They call me Ray.\"\n\nThe panther smirks, \"They?\"\n\n\"Everyone I know, or that I desire to know better...\"\n\nAn invitation well recognized.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nSilver is the sparkle in the panther's eye;\n\nThe fox is utterly lost in its brilliance.\n\nJeremy smiles at his sky-blue, entranced visage.\n\nThey twirl and twist and turn,\n\nStar-struck polar opposites.\n\nEach attracts like a magnet to the other.\n\nThey careen like planets,\n\nCollide like Martian asteroids,\n\nIn an endless dance of gravity and friction.\n\nBut earthly dances must at some point end,\n\nAnd the pair gravitates toward the dance floor's edge,\n\nTheir orange frenzy turned lavender.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhite is the hand of the cute little fox\n\nTowing Jeremy past the bar.\n\nAnd peach is the laughter in the feline's mind\n\nAt the sight of such diminutive energy.\n\nHis plan to offer the fox a drink has been thwarted,\n\nBut this aquamarine spirit he has awakened\n\nLeads him onward and upward\n\nTo better, more devious things.\n\nHe admires the leather-clad rear,\n\nThe pure white-soft snowy tail,\n\nThat sways so seductively in front of him\n\nAs he is led up the stairs,\n\nAway from the tumultuous profusion of bodies.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPink are the soft tongues that wrestle\n\nOne smooth like chocolate pudding,\n\nThe other like gentle sandpaper.\n\nAs the door closes with a dull, solid \"thunk,\"\n\nRay, shedding fully his white pretenses of innocence,\n\n(And his sepia-brown pants not long after)\n\nMakes known his red-lustful intentions;\n\nFondling the panther's heavy package,\n\nWatching his sparkling eyes glaze,\n\nAnd reveling in the rush of their proximity.\n\nWhite and black combining to form\n\nThe perfect shade of grey.\n\nJeremy is reduced to a mewling kitten,\n\nHelpless beneath the probing ministrations,\n\nBut not for long.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMidnight black are the strong arms that lift\n\nAnd deposit the fox on the cushioned bed;\n\nThe arms that disrobe the panther's form,\n\nExposing his sculpted chest and thighs\n\nAnd the throbbing maleness between;\n\nAs Ray looks on, panting with red-orange expectation,\n\nCorrupted whiteness contrasted\n\nBy his black member, that swings so lewdly\n\nBeneath the lifted bottlebrush tail.\n\nA tail that twitches erratically\n\nIn lime-green excitement\n\nWith a life of its own.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTurquoise is the cool sensation\n\nOf lubricant-slick fingers,\n\nRubbing, pressing forward in hasty preparation.\n\nRay growls, pushes back\n\nAgainst the teasing coal-black digits,\n\nNot satisfied to wait any longer\n\nFor his deep purple fulfillment.\n\nIt comes suddenly, at long last.\n\nJeremy surges forward,\n\nA black tidal wave of power,\n\nInundating Ray in a flurry of sensations;\n\nStretching him deliciously wide open.\n\nHe yips loudly from the pure-white pleasure,\n\nPunctuating Jeremy's scarlet moan.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nSugar-white and jet-black are the hips that collide,\n\nGreen and wild in their reckless abandon.\n\nThe pace is quick, the pink tongues loll\n\nFrom busy maws that whisper nonsense\n\nAnd exclamations of yellowest ecstasy:\n\n\"Oh, Ray!... mrrrrowl.... \"\n\n\"Yes, oh Jeremy, god YESSSS!\"\n\nThe heavy violet smack of balls\n\nThe sharp orange yips\n\nAnd deep blue purring\n\nPainting a dynamic landscape of sound;\n\nA crescendo that builds\n\nTo an inevitable climax of dark mauve.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nRed-orange-yellow-green-blue-purple\n\nAre the sensations that breach the proverbial dam,\n\nA kaleidoscope of noise and emotions\n\nThat flashes before their unfocused eyes.\n\nMulticolored bliss that steals away thought\n\nIn a blue-wet and red-molten haze,\n\nWhining, purring, growling and heated yips\n\nThe unheeded soundtrack to their lovemaking.\n\nAs the fox gains a fresh internal coat of white,\n\nGift of the panther long desired,\n\nHe outlines a lust-inspired portrait,\n\nSimilarly in white,\n\nOn the plaid bed-canvas below.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nSky-blue are the eyes that close\n\nAs the spent fox spoons with his chosen lover.\n\nBlue satisfaction descends,\n\nSerenity in the wake of the storm;\n\nSafety ensured by the dark arms that encircle him.\n\nJeremy, the contented panther murmurs:\n\n\"I could stay with you forever,\n\nRay, the fox I love.\"\n\nRay smiles, his thoughts pure lavender:\n\n\"Forever and always...\"\n\nThey snuggle closer\n\nAs the whole world fades to black.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n"}