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Compressions and Rarefactions

By FuzzWolf

Chapter 1

Story, Trevor and Sinclair © FuzzWolf 2003, Darkie is © his player.

Chapter 1

Sinclair woke up to a sensation he didn't recognize. The fur around his tail felt wet and something hard was poking under it. He looked down and saw Trevor's blackfurred paws twitching as they wrapped around his waist, and he realized his vulpine friend was trying to hump him.

"Trevor, what're you doing?"

"Yiff yiff yiff," Trevor panted to himself.

Sinclair realized what was going on, the foxie was having a wet dream which was about to get really wet. He deftly reached behind him and gripped the hard foxie cock in one paw, beginning immediately to pump it up and down. He flipped around to get a better angle, never breaking his rhythm. Trevor was quivering now, lying flat on his back and thrusting wildly into Sinclair's tight paw.

"That's it, cum like a good foxie," Sinclair whispered into the smaller fur's ear.

The increased stimulation of Sinclair's squeezing paw and the impending orgasm began to wake Trevor up.

"Oh...what's?" Trevor gasped, his body already tensing up to release. He turned his muzzle, breathless and still bleary eyed from sleep. Sinclair leaned down and kissed him deeply, still rapidly stroking the pulsing foxcock.

"Mrrf," Trevor protested for a moment, still not sure what was going on, and then he moaned into the kiss, his cries stifled by Sinclair's muzzle as he came. A clear jet of foxcum, quite unlike his usual fire hose of seed shot straight up, landing in a sticky stream on his belly.

Sinclair broke the kiss, looking down at Trevor, who gasped and blinked his eyes rapidly to get rid of the sleep in them.

"Ooh, what just happened?"

The big wolf smiled as he continued to slowly stroke up Trevor's length, squeezing a few more drops out.

"You were sleepyiffing, silly foxie."

"Really? It didn't feel like it usually does when I cum."

Sinclair laughed, "Haven't you ever had a wet dream before?"

Trevor looked a little embarrassed, and Sinclair knew right away that this had been his first. He decided to change the topic slightly.

"So, who were you dreaming about?"

"Huh...oh, let me think. I was dreaming I was yiffing you."

"Heh, cool."

"Actually, I was mounting you."

"Really?" Sinclair gently scratched the fox's chestfur. "That's funny."

Sinclair rolled out of bed to use the bathroom. As he did, Trevor sat up.

"Why's that funny?"

"Huh?" Sinclair called back as he looked around the floor for his deodorant.

Trevor crawled on all fours on the bed towards him.

"Why is me topping you funny?"

Sinclair laughed, "You're a fox silly." He ruffled Trevor's headfur then went to have a shower.

Trevor sat back down on his haunches, he hugged his tail to his chest and nibbled on the tip as he thought about that.

***

Half an hour later and they were in the kitchen. Trevor was sitting, thinking with his head leaning in his paws, as Sinclair prepared breakfast.

"Did having a wet dream really unnerve you or something?" he asked while mixing an omelet.

"Why do you ask?"

"No reason, except you seem to be very quiet this morning. Usually you're a ball of energy and I can't keep up before my third cup of coffee."

"Okay, I'll tell you if you promise not to laugh."

Sinclair turned around, leaning on the countertop with a quizzical look on his muzzle.

"Okay, I'll bite. I promise not to laugh," he said in as serious a tone as he could muster first thing in the morning.

Trevor sat up straight in his chair, looked the imposing wolf right in the eye and defiantly stated.

"I want to top."

Sinclair held true to his word, he didn't laugh. He put down the towel he'd been using to dry his paws and approached Trevor slowly. He leaned down, looking down into the fox's pretty green eyes.

"Aren't you happy being a bottom?" he asked gently as he leaned in to nibble at Trevor's neck.

"Oooh," Trevor moaned as Sinclair nibbled and gently bit at his neckfur, turning him into a submissive puddle.

"I love being a bottom," he sighed, whimpering and biting his lower lip as one of Sinclair's paws gripped his rapidly filling sheath. His lupine lover picked him up and laid him on his back on the kitchen table, his tail hung over the edge. Sinclair deftly tossed his only item of apparel, his "Yiff the Cook" apron, onto the chair Trevor had been sitting in.

Trevor looked back at his lover as he prepared. Sinclair lifted Trevor's feet and placed them on his shoulders. Trevor grinned and looked down to see Sinclair's cock was raging hard, and his own foxhood was getting hard again also.

"Wait," he blurted out just as the wolf was about to press his thick cockhead to his tailhole. "I'm serious," he paused for a moment to choose his words. "I love being a bottom, but I want to try topping too."

Sinclair smiled. "Okay, I'll find you someone to mount."

"Really?" Trevor's face lit up.

"Really," Sinclair stated and thrust forward.

"Aww gods," Trevor gasped, his back arching as Sinclair's long, thick wolfhood spread him open.

Trevor couldn't think anymore now that the huge wolf was pounding his tail once more, and that familiar sting of being split open was rapidly replaced with the full feeling and overwhelming pleasure of being soundly penetrated. His body was on fire with sensation; he closed his eyes and nibbled on one fingertip as Sinclair's paws roamed his chest, tweaking his nipples and deeply scritching his chestfur.

"So, who're you...uh, gonna hook me up with," Trevor grunted out, trying to keep up with Sinclair's ability to talk and yiff at the same time.

"There's only one natural submissive for a fox like you," Sinclair responded, putting his hands on Trevor's shoulders and thrusting harder.

Trevor's legs went like jelly under the hard pounding; they spread wide as the wolf's powerful hips thumped against his upturned rear.

"Who...would...oh god...that be?"

"A," Sinclair grunted as his knot swelled up and began to pop in and out of Trevor's rear, "bunny."

"Oh yeah, tie with me," Trevor panted, "why's that?"

"Well," Sinclair grunted and thrust forward hard, burying his knot deep in Trevor's tail. "They have easy access tailholes."

Trevor giggled at little at that before moaning deeply again as his wolf lover pounded him hard and fast now, the thick knot pulling at his opening from the inside. Sinclair leaned forward now, pushing himself off the floor and pumping as hard as he could, feeling himself getting closer and closer. The pair didn't speak anymore as they both concentrated hard on the sensations of their bodies. The big wolf just gasped as he finally felt his cum shoot into his fox's warm body, releasing the pressure in his balls and cock. Trevor sighed happily as he felt the familiar warm flood filling him up. He reached up and caressed his partner's muzzle as he was filled up. A moment later and he too moaned and whimpered as the wolfcock's insistent prodding on his prostate pushed him over the edge, making his cock cover his white, fluffy chest in foxcream.

Sinclair held still for a moment to recover, and then leaned down to kiss the fox full on the muzzle. The two kissed for a long moment before Sinclair stood up again, still locked inside Trevor for now. Then the wolf leaned over and picked up the cordless phone that was lying on the table, just behind Trevor's head.

"I'll go ahead and give the bunny a call, get you all set up," he said as he was pushing buttons

"Okay, cool," Trevor responded as he flexed his tailhole on the thick knot holding him open. "What's his name by the way?"

Sinclair got a slightly puzzled look on his face for a moment. "Y'know, I never stopped to ask. I've just always referred to him as the bunny. Heh."

Trevor chuckled, "I'll find out for you."