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There was no mistaking my ear was torn a little. Probably nothing noticeable to someone who just met me. It was on the fringe of my ear, a thin piece was missing, looked maybe like an inch or two in length. The brown fur kind of covered it, but in the light you could see the indent. Damn. Liz would chew his ear off- well, what was left of it.

I let out a low growl but quickly stopped myself and started to pat my fur down with the towel. I tried to lose my thoughts on some gossip I heard from a co-worker. Something about someone not watching a reptile habitat and someone stole a bearded dragon. I think Jen just took it home.

After, I finished towel drying, I fished out the blow-dryer and flicking it on.

Now, please don't laugh. But I love to blow dry my fur. And not some sort of "oh I just met you yesterday, but we're soulmates" love, but the "we've been together twenty years, never cheated or wanted to cheat on the other" kind of love. The warmth of the air, the loud, almost white noise, everything about it. (...yes, I know. Please don't tell anyone. Thanks. ? ) That's why the electricity is so high. I just tell Justin it's because of the new tank heaters I got for our snake, Kharma.

Justin opened the door to the bathroom, walking past my bristled tail, to the toilet. He propped one leg up on to the nearby bathtub and started peeing. He stretched the other arm almost touching the ceiling, his muzzle opening wide and letting out a loud yawn.

"Good morning, cutie," he said with his baby-talk, eyes still watery from the yawn. He purses his lips too. It's...sort of cute.

I turn back to examine myself in the mirror more while running my paws throughout my fur in the area of the warm air.

His stream stopped and he shrugged his dick loose. He stepped down off the tub and came up behind me, running his paws from my stomach to my chest, closing in behind me. His semi erect cock poking me in the small of my back. I brace back against him and lift my head to where my ears are near his muzzle. He teases my ear with his teeth, sending a shudder down my spine. His purrs almost have me orgasm. "You like that?"

I nod in response, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a moan.

He purred into my ears again. "Then why don't you be a good fox and use that muzzle of yours?"

I swiveled my hips to face him, muzzle to muzzle. We kissed lightly for a second before I made my way down to his throbbing cock.

I didn't was any time. I took his length in my mouth while he grabbed the back of my head and held me there. His hips started slowly, then began to quicken. I opened my eyes up at him, his muzzle cocked towards the ceiling. Even though he had put on a couple pounds he still has that definitely-a-buff-athlete body. I rubbed my paws up and down his body, trying to feel every inch of him as he pounded his hips into my muzzle.

Before my gag reflex had time to react, I felt his warm seed spill into my mouth, mostly down my throat, a few drops leaking out the side of my muzzle.

He withdrew himself, panting down at me. He purses his lips and narrowed his eyes before releasing his length from my muzzle. He went back to the tub andstarted the shower. "Sorry we gotta be quick; gotta leave in an hour. What?"

I was still standing there, arms crossed. "You're not gonna help me finish?"

He rolled his eyes with a smile and sighed. He crossed back over to me. He picked me up by the armpits and planted me firmly on the tile. His large paws closed around my length and I gave out a small moan. His body was grinding against my side, his still cum soaked cock rubbing me as well. He grabbed the back of my head with his free paw and turned me towards him and free in close. I could feel my knot stat to swell as his tongue and mine explored each other. A moment later I reeled back from the kiss and gave a final moan, my cum splattering onto the floor.

He withdrew from the kiss and smiled. "You're welcome." He gave another peck on my lips before climbing into the shower. For a moment I stood there watching his body. His ass was so nice and round, I wish he'd let me top sometimes. Eating him out is just as good, trust me, but I still want to experience it with him. He turned to me, soap lathering his sheathe. "Getting in?"

"No. We're in a hurry."

He looked puzzled. "But...Liz is a fox. Won't she smell... it?"

"Probably. But it's nothing she hasn't smelled before.

He growled and pulled the curtain close, I don't even have to look anymore to see the smile on his face.

Why do you have to hurt me? You'd be perfect if you didn't.

My ears flicked back and my tail drooped. I felt it coming so I went out into the bedroom to my dresser. Our apartment wasn't that posh, it was a cute, little hole-in-the-wall as my mother put it. I somewhat liked the small size, but at other times I really did miss the scale of my parents house. Well, that and the lifestyle that came with parents who were well off.

I withdrew a small, e-cig with a clear vial with brown sap inside. I pressed it to my lips and inhaled for a good three seconds, holding in the smoke for about seven. I coughed out the smoke, it filled the area around my muzzle. I grabbed a nearby water bottle and downed half of it. A few more coughs escaped till I could finally relax. I flopped onto the bed, it creaked under my weight. My body became instantly less tense. My cig isn't anything to joke about. It's got a cartridge my friend said has some of the strongest stuff he's ever tried. So for me, I can get there fairly quickly, and I don't have to smoke so much of the stuff from Justin's dealer.

My body became light, almost like I was floating on my back in a cool pool during the summer. The first time I ever got high was with Justin. I couldn't stop laughing and giggling. And then we made love like we never had before. That's sparked us for a while. Until everything else happened.

I set my jaw firm. Stop. Think positive. Positive.

I shook my head and started thinking about my characters. I...I ...made up a character of myself, this time as a different species. A wolf. Muscular, pure white fur, rich, violet eyes. He's smooth, charismatic, charming, tough, he's basically what I wish I was. And he's always involved in shit. Like cool shit, with explosions and sexy football players (This does not leave this room). I blush just thinking about it. It's nice to think of myself in another life, a life I can control. That was one thing my therapist used to tell me- I have control issues. She suggested I turn to my writing. So I did, and I started writing a fanfic for this anime I watch, One Piece (I highly, highly recommend watching it, I even got Justin into it). In writing that story, I made up my dream character, another persona. Atar is his name and he's got really nice fur, sometimes getting extensions on his head so he could turn it into a bun and dye it a light, rose-gold color. It was the fashion of a fictional, modern-day story series written by one of my favorite authors, Sly Gould, another fox. It's stupid, I know, but it really does help me cope with my stress.

And then everything around me was plugged into a black abyss. Usually I'd freak out, but instead I slowly grabbed the towel Justin threw over my head. It smelled like him and it made me smile. I flipped onto my stomach, smiling up at him. "Hi, baby."

"Ah jeez," he said getting onto the bed, his balls on my nose. He grabbed me under the armpit and hoisted me up into a hug. "Liz is going to kill you."

After he released me from the hug, we got dressed, both doning tank tops and shorts, mine a little tight, coming up half-way up my thigh. Justin's came to just above the knee. We grabbed the last-minute essentials and climbed into the car.

On the way to the beach, he startled me out of an article I was reading. "So, about last night?"

My fur settled, my ears flicking back but coming back up quickly. "Justin, really?"

"What?"

"You really want to talk about this now?"

I think he was genuinely surprised. "Why not?"

"This really isn't something to talk about when we're about to go hang out with friends."

"Well when are we going to talk?"

"Maybe after we hang out?"

His ears flicked. "I guess." He drove a few more feet before he spoke up again. "But just so you know I'm still a little upset about it."

"So am I."

He turned to me. "About what-"

I shot him a challenging glare, flicking my torn ear and he shut up. His ropy tail started flicking in his lap. I knew he noticed it this morning. We rode about a mile or so in silence before he started talking about some gossip he heard about a famous singer.