Karma's Little Game - Part Two
My evening with Tim occurred the night before last, and I hadn't heard or seen anything of him since. Of course I hadn't forgotten, who could forget someone like him? I was walking out of the office into the car park to my vehicle. It was nothing special, just a 91' Ford Laser. I had it painted a dark green so it at least wasn't an eyesore, all I really needed it for was an A to B car. I never went anywhere else, so it didn't need to be a flashy sports car.
I stopped next to my car, fiddling with the keys to find the one for the door. I thought about what my boss told me yesterday morning.
I'd woken up in my office, strangely enough it had been cleaned while I slept, it showed none of the previous night's havoc. A warm coffee was sitting on my desk and an orange sticky note was stuck to my computer's monitor. 'The boss is looking for you.' It read.
I was in total shambles. I dressed in my clothes hastily, thanking whoever drew the blinds of my office windows across silently, and was trying to flatten my misshapen fur. I bolted down my coffee as fast as I could while I started up the computer. 'Microsoft Windows XP' flashed across the screen.
Yay. I thought unenthusiastically as the computer started its usual whirring nonsense.
The desktop replaced the computer's system readouts, the icons popping up on it. I moved the cursor and clicked twice on 'Microsoft Word'. I choked on my coffee as a small prompting message appeared on the screen. 'Microsoft Word detected a malfunction in your system and has recovered some of your previous document. Click Restore to open it, or New to start afresh.' I moved the cursor and clicked Restore, my eyes bugging over the rim of my coffee mug as all fourteen of the pages I lost yesterday reloaded on the screen. I quickly clicked save and returned to preening myself, trying to look like a productive member of the team and not some stray fox that wandered in off the street.
Alan knocked on the door of my office. I knew it was him, his shadow was cast over the entire door and there was no one else that tall on this floor.
"Come in." I called to him.
The door opened partially. "You decent?" Alan's voice whispered.
"More or less." I muttered, rolling my eyes.
He came in looking at me like I'm a deranged lunatic about to attack.
"Wow." He said. "You look even worse than yesterday!"
"Worse than constipated?" I quizzed, shooting him a sceptical look.
"Yep, you look like shit today." He smiled, as he came and stood next to me. He glanced at my computer screen. "Oh wicked, you got it back! The boss'll be pleased about that. Oh by the way..."
"Yeah, I know he's lookin' for me." I murmured. "I'm just trying to fix myself up a little before I get hung from the rafters by my hide."
"Tsk tsk tsk... Poor fox." He chuckled, as he walked back to the door. "Don't leave it too long. We're pretty busy around here."
I spent another five minutes in my office desperately trying to fix my fur but it wouldn't yield.
I walked up the hallway to the door embellished with letters that read 'H. Parmen, Taxation Manager' and rapped on the door lightly.
A rough growl answered, "Come in."
I gulped as a turned the handle and pushed the door open.
"Ah, Abe, I was wondering when you would eventually wake up. I understand that you spent the night here, yes?"
I blushed ferociously, "Yes sir." I stood in front of the large Doberman's desk.
"Can you tell me why that is?" His eyes bore into mine as he searched for the answer.
"My computer blew up sir; I was waiting for the technician." I muttered.
"And as I've been informed, the technician saw to it?" He raised a huge hairy eyebrow.
"Yes sir." I blushed again. "The program recovered all the lost data when I restarted it."
"Very good, we can't have delays at the moment with all this economic crisis stuff floating around. It's got everyone paranoid." He rumbled in his low voice.
"I understand that you're suffering from the increased workload Abe, but I would ask that you don't spend the nights here if you can help it." He looked me up and down. "I don't know if you've been told yet, but you look horrid." He grinned.
I smiled shyly at him. "Sorry."
"I would recommend that you take the day off today and come back tomorrow bright eyed and bushy tailed. You're going to have a lot to catch up on, but I can't have you hanging around here looking like death. Someone might get the absurd idea I'm running a slave camp here."
My jaw dropped. I was expecting an ass whooping, not a sick day. "Thank you sir!" I gasped.
"Off you go," He waved his paw at me. "Oh and one more thing..."
"Yes sir?" My anxiety increasing again.
"The next time you have fun, do it at home or I'll have to take the cleaning bill out of your paycheck." He smirked. "That's all."
I could've died of shock, if I wasn't numbed all over.
And now here I was the next day, standing next to my car, keys in paw, suffering major exhaustion from my long day of incessant number-crunching.
I jumped as a pair of arms twined themselves around my waist.
"Miss me?" A familiar voice whispered from behind me.
I spun around inside the bracing arms and came face to face with the luminous sapphire of the gorgeous white rabbit.
"Tim!" I yelped throwing my arms around his neck, and nuzzling into his shoulder.
Tim chuckled at me, "So that's a yes then?"
We separated long enough for me to unlock the car. We climbed into the shabby leather seats and began driving home to my place.
"Where were you yesterday?" He asked me. "I came to see you, but a cheetah on your floor said you'd gone home looking like hell."
I glanced at him, earnest concern etched into his flawless features. "I'm ok; the boss didn't want me hovering around the office in that state. He made up for it today by burying me in paperwork." I grimaced.
"Poor foxy. Your brains all scrambled?" He sympathised.
We drove into the driveway of my unit and got out into the garage. Our feet echoed softly as we padded up the stairs slowly. His arm snuck around my waist as we climbed. I fiddled with my keys again and opened the door. We entered my modest home, the coffee table cleared of all but a folder of DVD's. The TV wasn't huge; I didn't need to see the bags under a celebrity's eyes. White tiling covered the floor all the way to the kitchen, where I started walking to.
"Want a drink or something?" I offered the rabbit attached to my hips.
Tim shook his head, "Nope. I just want you to relax." He replied in a calm voice while he led me to the black leather couch.
We laid together on the couch, him behind me with his arms coiled around my waist, his lips pressing against the back of my neck, his breath tickling my fur. My member stirred and swelled, pushing against my underwear. I felt a paw sliding over my hips and rubbing over it, making it throb with joy.
"Looks like someone has energy." Tim giggled in my ear. His tongue licked up the side of my neck as his paw latched onto the clasp of my pants. I barely felt anything before he lifted his feet and pushed my pants and underwear down in one go. My member throbbed happily as it emerged again.
One of his paws wrapped around my cock, gently pumping it, the other lifting my tail as his member pressed against my hole. My hormones were addled with my consciousness as I reached behind me and stroked his balls while he slid his hard cock inside me. The paw grasping my cock tightened, making me spasm in pleasure. His breathing became harsher as his rhythm increased; the paw holding my tail released and grabbed my leg, lifting it up as his thrusting roughened. He continued licking at my neck, as his balls slapped gently against my opened ass cheeks. I reached further backward, rubbing my paw against his tailhole. The sensation drove him wild, his thrusts turned ferocious as his paw on my cock hurried to match his thrusts. My arousal was nothing compared to his, my nose was swallowed by the heavy scent of rabbit musk. My senses failing to hold onto reality as intense pleasure flooded through me.
Then I felt it, the slick oozing of hot cum seeping from my tailhole as he continued his rhythm sent me over the edge of pleasure into ecstasy. My cock strained as copious amounts of cum shot from my engorged member, firing itself all over my stomach, chest and neck.
Tim's thrusting slowed and eventually stopped with his cock resting inside me. He leaned over me and licked a spot of cum off my neck.
"Mmm... I love fox spunk." He purred in my ear. "Need some help?" He whispered, as he looked at my exhausted expression.
He rolled me over cautiously so that we faced each other lying on the couch. He lifted my lifeless arms, tucking one underneath him, the other draping over his waist, I tightened them around him.
I stared into his glittering sapphire eyes, tears welling up and streaking down my face.
"What's wrong?" He asked in alarmed concern.
I smiled at him. Silly rabbit, why did something have to be wrong?
"I love you." I murmured.
His eyes melted as he smiled back at me. "I love you too." He whispered.
I woke to stare at the inside of my eyelids. My cheeks frozen by the ceiling fan. I lifted my hand to the pillow below my face. Yep. Wet. I'd cried in my sleep again.
I opened my eyes, moonlight struggled to press through my dark curtains, but I could still see fine without the light. I know every which way this room was designed; I've been living in it for over ten years. So I could distinguish what I was looking at by memory.
I turned over and gazed at my alarm clock. Two, O'four. Fuck. I had to get up at six. I rolled a little further and rested my head on a dry patch of pillow. Maybe I could go to sleep again if I tried immediately. A throbbing from my crotch told me that someone else was awake. Fuck, I thought hopelessly. An early start and I've got morning wood at 2am. Someone's definitely playing games with me.
I follow the belief that good things come to the good, and bad happens to the bad. The whole Karma thing. I'm generally a good guy but every now and then do something I shouldn't. I quickly looked over my recent day and tried to see where I'd deserved another of these painfully romantic and erotic dreams that always makes me cry. I couldn't see anything; I hadn't done much of anything in the moral sense yesterday. Maybe it had nothing to do with Karma, maybe it was my heart screaming out to me for something it doesn't have. I rolled over onto my back. Staring at the black ceiling as I laid in my single bed, the heat of my electric blanket the only warmth accompanying me, my eyes drifted closed as my erection went ignored, my last thoughts slipping out of focus. The last thing discernable they formed was 'I hate mum's day shift'.