In The Falling Down
This story is approximately two years late. It was written for my friend Omisha in return for a very cute picture she drew of my character, but then I got a horrible case of writer's block and couldn't find inspiration to continue. I've finally finished it. I hope she enjoys it, and I hope you do too. The story was originally inspired by the song "Rain" by Madness, hence the title.
In The Falling Down
A techno song was beating out over the in-car stereo. Sometimes the sound of the rain drumming against the roof, windows and bonnet of the car blended in with the heavy bass beat of the song. Most of the time the sound of rain was enough to overwhelm the music, reducing it to little more than beeps and whistles.
Every window was misted up, making it difficult to see in or out of the vehicle. Only if a passer-by were to press his face right against the window would he be able to make out the two occupants. In the driver's seat; a wiry, almost scrawny male fox with a silver earring through one ear, right where his red fur turns to black. His clothes crumpled and almost exclusively black, from the plain t-shirt to the sole of his hiking boots.
In the passenger seat, his companion: an attractive young puma wearing a bright yellow bandanna, a thin green blouse and black pants. The silver studs in her ears and the twin piercings through the nape of her neck sparkled as bright as a diamond against her dark, rich fur. She sat with her seat tilted so far to the rear that it touched the cushion of the seat behind her. Her fingers drummed upon her naked midriff, looking the picture and definition of boredom.
The radio blared the opening chord to a well known advertising jingle. The driver reached out, span the dial until he found more music and settled back. His seat was still in the driving position, exactly as it was when he had first pulled over.
The panther grunted and eased upright with typical feline grace, a sinuous arching of back and shoulders that ended in a soft click as her stiff neck protested. She turned to the window and drew a big, round unhappy face. After a pause, she added her name underneath in block capitals.
"I don't think it's going to stop, Max." She announced.
The driver brushed away condensation and squinted up at the sky. The clouds above were purple and malevolent, bruise coloured and oppressive. Near the horizon a thin streak of blue sky could be seen, but the wind drove on the storm clouds and crushed it out of existence even as Max watched.
"Shit." He sighed. "I think you're right. So much for our walk..."
Omisha giggled and jabbed a fingertip at his shoulder.
"Like you cared about the walking part."
"Well, that would have been fun too."
Omisha giggled again. The sound made the car seem even more stuffy and cramped when it stopped.
She sighed theatrically and let her forehead bump against the dashboard. Max threw up his paws and sighed too.
"OK, OK. I admit it, you were right. Let's drive around. Maybe the weather will settle or we'll find somewhere to go."
"Nope, I can't do that. I need to stretch my legs. You coming?"
"You're kidding me, right?"
Omisha gave him an angelic smile. Max pointed out of the windscreen, where the fat raindrops were still drumming out their beat and leaving splash rings an inch wide.
"It's still hurling it down out there. You'll freeze to death if you don't drown!"
"Better than dying of boredom."
Omisha winked and pushed the door open. The drumming of the rain became much louder, but slightly softer. All warmth in the car left as the air escaped. Her ears pushed back a little as she swung her legs out. As the rain began to patter against her fur she giggled and exploded out of the car. She let out with a whoop of delight and held her arms out to the sky, her shoes splashing noisily through the puddles.
She stood on her toes, stretching herself as tall as she could. The rain came down even harder, as though determined to spoil the fun of one who dared to defy them. She was a little hard to see even though she was only ten feet away from the car. Her black fur made her blend in with the dark, subdued forest surrounding the car park. Only her sodden clothing picked her out from the background.
Max watched her from the car. The door had been open more than a few seconds, meaning it was already very chilly. He wasn't tempted to close it again. Watching Omisha dance around, catching raindrops on her tongue and splashing in puddles was worth getting chilly. Her fur was fluffed up a little, but she pretended not to notice the cold and the damp.
"Maybe she hasn't", thought Max.
The fox glanced up at the sky through the sunroof. It was tightly shut against the rain. There was no hint or sign that it would stop any time soon. He wiped away condensation using the back of his paw and looked out of the windscreen instead, hoping for a more hopeful view at the horizon. Every part of the sky that he could see was still the colour of Omisha called out to him, but the rain swallowed the meaning of her words. All he could hear was the sound of her voice. Max's head and ears swivelled quickly, homing in on the noise. For a moment he couldn't see her at all. The light as poor and the foliage all around was almost as darkly coloured as Omisha's fur.
Her bandanna and her movement caught her eye, off to his left at the side of a small fence that surrounded the car park. It was only a foot tall, merely there to mark the difference between forest and footpath. Like a "Magic eye" picture, his vision adjusted and the shape of Omisha separated itself from the branches of the pine.
She was swinging her blouse above her head and dancing in a small circle. Her tail bobbed and swung for balance, her breasts bouncing in time to the beat. Max leaned in her direction, putting a paw in the puddle of rainwater that had formed on the passenger seat. The fox didn't care and hardly noticed it.
Omisha stopped twisting, whipped off her bandanna and crammed it into her pocket. She hung her blouse upon a nearby tree branch and turned to Max, her devoted audience. She beckoned to him and shouted again, and this time the fox managed to read her lips.
Are you coming?
Max laughed and slapped the dashboard. He didn't bother to try and shout back. He just yanked off his shirt and pushed the door open. The rain began to beat upon his naked chest, the cold piercing his fur with ease. He shivered, feeling his body's natural defences against the cold kicking in almost instantly. He wrenched himself upright and felt the rain battering against his eyelids. Like Omisha, he closed his eyes and reached up at the sky, stretching his joints and feeling his limbs come to life. His tail joints crackled softly as he straightened it at long last. He laughed and ran around to the passenger side door, remembering to remove the keys before pushing the door closed.
He hid his keys under the wheel arch and ran over to Omisha, who stepped daintily over the low and greasy wooden fence into the surrounding forest. Max was only a few steps behind and almost lost her. He couldn't even see the car through the trees any more. Omisha's blouse was his only reference point.
She was waiting behind a tree and Max almost walked right past her. Omisha crept up on him silently and grabbed him around the waist Her breasts pushing firmly against his shoulder blades, demanding to be noticed. He nearly leapt out of his skin in shock, the rest of his fur standing on end. Omisha giggled and kissed his neck gently.
"The fierce hunter strikes again!" she giggled.
Max turned around quickly, his hands slipping naturally into the hollow of her back. Her fur was already sodden, and it stuck to his paws. The body beneath was warm and soft, and that was all that mattered.
As their lips met, Max pushed her backwards against the tree she had hidden behind. There was a small bump at the base of the tree which Omisha stepped back onto. It was just large enough to put the couple around the same height. Omisha giggled into the kiss and leaned back against the thick, gnarled pillar. Max was became briefly aware that he was cold and wet, but it was forgotten as soon as he realised.
Omisha began to stroke his back; Max could feel a small stream of water retreating from her paw and dribbling down his spine. Her sweet breath blew life into his limbs and warmth into his blood. He clutched her body against his own, and realised that his nipples were as erect as hers, pressing into the soft flesh of her breasts. Max pressed his muzzle into her neck and licked away moisture before applying pressure with his teeth. The flesh yielded slightly, dimpling under his canines. He gave her a loving nip and then licked again. He licked his lips to clean his tongue and chuckled, some of her fur still sticking to it as he released her.
Omisha purred and squeezed his backside, then slipped her fingers into the waistband of his waterlogged jeans. She pulled as she slid her fingers around to the front, holding them clear of his crotch, which she covered in one paw as she unzipped him. His sheath was unmistakeably swollen, the fingers of icy water caressing in vain.
"Glad you've not shrunk from the cold." Omisha purred.
"Nobody is more surprised than me. You do know you're crazy, right?"
"Crazy like a fox."
All the time she was speaking, her paw was working his maleness through it's sheath. Max grabbed the his trousers and yanked the reluctant denim, making it slide down his thighs. He pushed Omisha back against the tree and kissed her deeply. Omisha offered no resistance, only pressing a little closer as he leaned forward, keeping their bodies together.
Omisha followed his lead. There was a soft thump as her shorts landed around her ankles, her panties inside them. Max could scent her arousal even over the smell of the rain. The musky, sweet perfume seemed to speak to something deep inside of him, the part of his brain that had never gotten hold of this "pants" business.
His lover seemed to be feeling the same way. She growled and bit his neck a little harder than she normally would. He winced and growled back with a smile on his face, which made her giggle. He slid his paws further around her back, each paw holding the opposite side. He pulled her close and away from the tree, just for a moment, just long enough to turn her around and face her towards the bark. She giggled prettily and moved her rear towards him, her tail sliding around his waist. Her claws scored thin orange grooves into the grey-green bark. Her large, yellow eyes were no longer playful. They were hungry and expectant and almost seemed to glow in the poor light. Max looked down, his eyes sliding quickly off her wet back.
Her legs were slightly parted, a thin crescent of pink flesh revealed through the fur. The fox stepped forward slightly and ran his paws down Omisha's back. She narrowed her eyes and lifted her muzzle a little, almost nuzzling the bark. His paws stopped just above her hips and changed direction, moving around her waist, his clawtips stirring the fur upon her tight stomach. She huffed a little, not quite a sigh.
"Max..?" She asked, pressing back a little further.
He pressed forward against her, his hips bumping against hers. She closed her eyes and arched her back a little, her upper body pressing right against the tall tree. He reached down, held the base of his foxhood and guided it to her crescent. In a few heartbeats he was fully inside her, his foxhood warmed by her inner muscles, which squeezed and pressed all around him. He moaned softly and leaned forward, kissing her neck and her cheek.
Omisha let out a soft groan and pressed back even further, his sheath tickling her intimately as they ground against each other. Max bit his lip and waited for an instant, pleasure pulsing through his body. A shiver ran down his spine as some water ran down his tail and down the crack of his behind, making him gasp.
"Ah! Cold!"
"Mm...don't be a wuss...I thought we were walking on the wild side here?"
Max laughed and hugged her tight against him.
"I'll show you, Omee!"
He pulled out slowly, his member sliding much more easily inside her than his paws did outside. He grunted softly and pushed back inside firmly, bumping her forward slightly, making her gasp. He rested his head upon her shoulder, cheek to cheek as their hips collided again and again. Max settled into a quick, deep rhythm, his thick maleness throbbing and hot between her legs. She moaned with delight and gouged fresh scars into the tree, getting fragments of bark upon her paws.
"M-Max! Oh, that's it..."
Encouraged, he allowed himself to be a little more forceful. Omisha moved with him as he thrust, keeping their hips together as much as possible. The fox raised his paws, cupping her breasts beneath them, the nipples warming quickly under his palms. She cooed, the end of her tail tapping him between the shoulder blades. Warm feelings flowed through his body as he pressed into her, the cold retreating and melting away. Her tunnel felt like a furnace around his swollen foxhood, her whole body lovely and warm in her arms as they enjoyed each other. The indignant weather rumbled it's displeasure to no avail. There was no stopping them now.
Omisha reached up and pushed on his cheek with one paw, pushing his muzzle to hers. They kissed deeply, their tongues clashing roughly for a moment before stroking against each other, swapping moans and pleasure filled sighs. Max picked up the pace steadily, each thrust into his lover sending another thrill up and down his spine.
The panther's claws scraped further down the trunk of the tree, stopping either side of her breasts. Max released her breasts and covered her paws, the rainwater on them cool but her fingers hotter than summer sun. Passion warmed him to the tip of his tail, and he was eager to share it. His thrusts became rougher still as the pleasure built up, but Omisha simply raised her behind a little more to help him go into her. She moaned every time he thrust, taking him deeply and eagerly. She fidgeted under her fox, unable to hold still as her own excitement built up. She raised her head and made fists beneath Max's paws.
The fox could feel his knot forming as his thrusts became even more passionate, a little harder than he would normally use, but Omisha seemed to enjoy them just fine. She gasped sharply and bit her lip, her eyes closed tightly. She nuzzled harder against his cheek with a gravelly purr.
"Mmph! Oh, that's so good. Holy...Max!"
Max opened his eyes for a moment. It felt as though Omisha had just clenched her legs around his swollen foxhood and was trying to crush it. He had forgotten his knot in his excitement, and now it was sealed and fattened inside her. She groaned with delight and clenched her thighs and stomach, increasing the pressure even more. Max growled in delight, rocking his hips and making the most of the inch or two of free movement he had left, his fat bulge roughly massaging her inner walls in return.
Omisha shuddered beneath him and sagged against the tree, seeming to go limp beneath him. Her sharp claws gouged out two large chunks of bark with a wet splintering crunch as her orgasm washed over her like scalding rain. She cried out in lust and pleasure, grinding her hips against Max, rolling them in circles to make his trapped member twist slightly between her legs.
Max kissed her neck and held her up, holding her with fierce, passionate lust. His seed had nowhere to go as he began to release. It could only gush deep into Omisha's tunnel, giving her a warm, hot spot deep inside her as the cum drenched her insides. She groaned and rested her cheek against the tree, opening one eye.
"Mmmm...Max...that was worth a drive." She declared. He laughed and kissed her pretty muzzle.
"Right as always, Omee."
He gave her paws a squeeze and kissed her. He became aware of the cold once more and shuddered.
"We should get back to the car before we freeze to death," he pointed out.
There was another distant rumble. It seemed to echo around the valley, lasting a long time.
"Like this? Am I going to carry you?" She giggled.
The rumble got louder and ended in a harsh metallic squeal. Peering through the trees, Omisha could just pick out a pair of glowing red lights.
"Uh, Max? I think a car just pulled up."
Max bumped his forehead against the bark of the tree and tried to stifle a giggle.
"Son of a...now what do we do?"