A Tail for Two - Prelude
I swear to god that if the guy behind me doesn't stop tapping his pencil I'm going to bite his fucking ear off.
Wow, that wasn't a good first impression now was it? Well look, I'm tired of being classified and judged by stereotypes. Most of the stories those boys tell you begin with a corny adventure or an "once upon a time". Me? I'm not like all the other ones. I'm not just another homosexual fox, lion, cat, dog, or even a guinea pig. I'm one of a kind.
Okay fine, maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit, but I'm still not normal. I'm a short, lonely husky caught in this stereotypical world. Example A: "OMG! I'm straight but my best friend gave me a blowjob and now gay!" Example B: "I was in the closet, but I made my crush sleep with me and now we live happily ever after! LOL!"
My life is nothing like that. The only time I'd ever had sex was when I was 10. Let's just say an older wolf had me on a leash and I had no control of the situation. So today, when I ended up in almost the same situation in a public bathroom, you couldn't really expect me to be happy. Stalls are not as romantic as they may sound and cum doesn't come out of fur as well as you see in comics. Let me show you exactly what I mean, starting, once again, with the guy tapping the increasingly annoying pencil behind me.
Algebra wasn't too hard. Plug in a few numbers where the letters are and do the math, simple. Now let me think this out. If there are *TAP* 12 donuts per *TAP* container and *TAP* if a third of them *TAP* were chocolate. What *TAP* are the odds that *TAP* you'll eat a donut that's *TAP* not chocolate.
The odds are very great because I love chocolate donuts and there was no way I'd pass up a chance to grab one. If you're wondering, yes I was in a bad mood. I stood up from the hardwood desk and took my test to Mr. Howard, my teacher. I tried my hardest to keep my tail down as I walked, that way I wouldn't have to face the embarrassment of smacking someone in the face with it. He looked down at my nonexistent answers and then back up at me with a disappointed look. "Nate," he began, "your answers go in the little white spaces below the questions."
"Oh! It makes since now!" I replied sarcastically. "Can I use the restroom?" His eyes glared at me from behind the frames of his glasses. He licked the edge of his muzzle, which I've noticed happened whenever he was thinking.
"You got five minutes. When you get back, you're going to sit down and finish this test, even if it takes you all day."
"Deal". I grabbed the hall pass off his desk and began to head towards the door. Of course, as usual, some jerk thought it'd be funny to tug on my tail as I walked by. How could they resist? It was probably the longest tail in husky history! It length surpassed that of both of my legs added together, not exaggerating in the slightest. I ignored the classmate and continued to leave the class. I was pretty much used to being picked on anyway.
I must apologize again for my foul mood; today has been pretty rough. You see, usually I'm a pretty nice and somewhat shy guy, although you can't really tell by the way I'm acting. I'm sweet, caring, and I try my hardest to get on everyone's good side, but when I get annoyed or pissed off, nothing stops me from yelling at anyone and everyone who gets in my way.
I stood at the urinal and unzipped my pants. I had a habit of pulling my penis through the zipper hole in my pants when I pissed instead of actually unbuttoning them. Sorry, random fact, just pretend I didn't say that. I "drained my veins" quickly and flushed using the bacteria filled handle poking out from the urinal. As I washed my paws, I felt someone grab me by the shoulder. I looked over at his rough, unsanitary paws with disgust. "Hey fag," he said rudely, "aren't you supposed to be in the woman's bathroom?"
Yes, my nickname was "the fag". Surprisingly I was one of very few uncloseted gays in our school. As you can imagine, the gossip spread fast to everyone, including people I didn't even know. "The fag" wasn't exactly the ideal high school reputation.
"I'm more of a girl than you'll ever get," I remarked. How stupid could I possibly have been to actually make a comment like that while in a bathroom, alone, with a guy like this?
"Is that so?" He asked with his eyebrows raised in delight. Creepy isn't it?
"Fuck off," I yelled as I pushed his hand off of my shoulder and began to exit.
"Hey, don't walk away from me!" He grabbed the back of my shirt and ripped my body back, nearly forcing me to the ground. "You're more of a girl than I'll ever get eh?" I could only imagine what perverted thoughts he had in mind.
"Come on, leave me alone." My masculinity began to drain as I realized I wasn't even a challenge to him.
"Prove it little puppy. Prove to me you're the best I could get." He licked his lips, as if preparing to punish me in certain, vulgar ways. I was actually more surprised than scared. This guy just called me a fag five minutes ago and now he's trying to get me to have sex with him? For some reason I didn't think I was the fag in this situation. I shook my head at him and began to walk to the door again. He grabbed me by my tail this time and pulled my body backwards into his. My freak tail had got me into another horrible situation, or should I say horrible position. "Why don't you take off these pants and show me that your tail-hole is better than a girl?"
"I'm not doing anything for you, now let go of me!" I pleaded. It's not exactly the fact that he was trying to control me that made me sick to my stomach; it was the fact that he was ugly as hell. He grabbed my arm hard and threw me to the ground. Unfortunately I didn't spend my weekends at the gym, so I was easily controlled. I was a skinny kid with no muscle whatsoever, allowing me to do no more than the little things my daily life required
"You're not going anywhere little dog." His hand hooked the back of my neck and he dragged me into the nearest stall. Obviously he was more worried about getting off than getting caught. He unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants, showing his ugly, baggy underwear. "Take off my boxers," he demanded. I wanted to take some time to think about exactly what was happening, but when I didn't move, he tightened his grip on my neck and spat out a sharp "Now!"
Regretting the situation I got myself into, I reached my paws up to his checkered boxers and slowly pulled them down past his thighs. I wanted to fight back and protest, but I wanted to keep my blood inside my body even more. His smile grew higher and my frown fell farther; he was enjoying himself, but I was in hell. His dick was longer than mine, but only by a few inches; it was actually a lot smaller than I had assumed based on his body size. Just a reminder, I wasn't used to having sex, so there was no way it was going to fit in my mouth no matter what the size. The retriever grabbed my jaw and pulled my mouth open wide. "I think you know what to do from here queer," He said with loud yet excited growl.
Ironic, isn't it?
I know you want descriptive details on every little bit, including how hard he fucked my throat and how bitter his cum tasted, but I think you can paint that picture for yourself. This wasn't the most enjoyable time for me, so I think I'm going to leave the details out. My story is far from over. Who knows, maybe the next time I might actually have a choice on whether or not I blow a guy in the stall of a public bathroom. Just sit back, relax, and enjoy my story, my life. This is the beginning of a roller coaster of thrills, chills, and surprising moments of my life that you'll have to see to believe.
This is: A Tail for Two